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[nonekkidtiemz]

[[Fakir pinches the bridge of his nose as he perches on a high step of a ladder on the second floor of the library. In his hand, a large volume, detailing the history of the castle. Nothing interesting about it. It seemed to be a relatively peaceful place before everyone died here. He can't help but wonder what's caused such a massive deathrate

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HERE. HAVE SOME CUTE

[kleine_kraehe]

[ The little raven girl peers from the side of the door, brownish-red eyes watching the somewhat familiar figure perched on the ladder. ]

Dammit, there goes my masculinity.

[nonekkidtiemz]

[[Fakir grumbles under his breath. Nothing. There's absolutely nothing that can help. He steps down from the ladder, shoving the book back on the shelf. He doesn't seem to notice the little girl by the door.]]

[kleine_kraehe]

[ She leans over a little further to get a better look, balancing on one little foot. ]

[nonekkidtiemz]

[[He turns away from the shelf and blinks at the little figure by the door. She's not transparent, so not one of the childlike ghosts he's come across. And this little girl looks so vaguely familiar.]]

...Oi.