001 -- don't say a word

[tempustemporum]

Characters: Ienzo + YOU.
Setting: The library. Where else?
Format: Prose; feel free to do either, and I'll follow suit.
Summary: Ienzo finds the library. Don't expect to see him anywhere else for several weeks.
Warnings: None.

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[invisiblebombs]

He didn't read much, time had never been afforded, but there truly wasn't much else that Karasu could do here. If worse came to worse he could at least get through that list of however many books you were supposed to get through before you died while he was sitting in the nurse's office. Second chances were good for something, at least.

The heels of his shoes clicked as quietly as he could manage as he searched the library for something that looked interesting, or at the very least familiar. As he rounded one of the shelves, his eyes widened. Who had brought a child here? For that matter, why would a child be in the library? Weren't there more things for one to do? He paused to consider the little boy, search forgotten.

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Ienzo heard the newcomer before he saw him

[invisiblebombs]

Karasu forced a look of impassivity onto his face; he knew most of it was hidden behind the mask, but he also knew the eyes were possibly the most expressive part on a person's face. He broke the stare, searching the shelves nearby for something to read, anything at all really, and started treading down the row again, passing by calmly.

Still, he wasn't one to let curiosity go unassuaged. Without turning to look back, he raised his voice only loud enough to pass through the mask as a whisper. "Are you looking for something in particular?" Not that he could really help any. It just seemed a more polite question than 'what is a child doing in here?'

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The man eventually moved on, walking right past Ienzo after breaking the staring contest. Figuring this was the end of it, the boy let it drop, once again returning to scanning the shelves. However, from somewhere further down the row, he heard someone whisper a question to him: "Are you looking for something in particular?" Of course it would be the masked man, who had apparently not turned around, but seemed to be the only other person within whispering distance.

Ienzo nodded, and upon realizing that the man was facing in the completely opposite direction, he responded back in a similar volume, "...Yes..."

well hi there

[thosefivedays]

"What are you looking for?" Lillet's search was no less intent, but a perhaps a little more ranged due to her extra height and the help of a fairy to reach the highest shelves or fetch books from other parts of the library. As such, she didn't see any problem with speaking to the boy as she crossed the aisle with a new stack of books in her arms. After all, they were all friends here. Supposedly. "Is it anything specific?"

Re: well hi there

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"What are you looking for? Is it anything specific?"

Ienzo very nearly jumped in surprise (which was a serious feat in itself) when he heard a female voice chime out from behind him. He had not heard her approach, and if he knew anything at all about the girl besides her odd fashion sense, he might have speculated that it was due to some magical skill. But of course he didn't; he also decided against dwelling on the subject because human interaction aaaaaaahhhhhhh.

The boy glanced around before speaking, using a tone equivalent to that of a church mouse. "...I'm looking for... anything that can help me identify this place... or even... the world we're on..."

[thosefivedays]

"Oh..." Her search for that kind of book hadn't turned up anything useful either, so it was with disappointment and a commiserating smile that she shook her head. "I haven't been able to find anything about this world yet. Or mine. I'm sorry."

And yet, she wasn't going away. Partly because someone that quiet and jumpy should have company, for reasons best left to the thinking of extroverts, and partly because the books on these shelves were just as useful as those on any of the others.

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Ienzo's only response to this was a single nod, before turning back to the shelf, examining the books within with a renewed attentiveness; it seemed that before he had begun to slip into a rather mindless pattern, and when searching for something, 'mindless' is not the best adjective to be described with. However, it soon became apparent that the blonde girl wasn't making any move to leave him to his business. This prompted Ienzo to stop his search once again and fix a look on her, inquiring what she was still doing here without uttering a single word.

[silver_rockets]

Most of the books appeared to be in very good condition. Who owned this tower anyways? Silver rummaged through the wooden shelves. Perhaps there was a book of records lying around somewhere. Twice, the books had spilled out and nearly his him in the face. It was a rather large library and he found some comfort in knowing that it wasn't his job to categorize the books and keep them in order. There was just so many of them. But still, a scowl made it onto his face as he realized he had been assigned a sort of housekeeping job. Perhaps being a librarian wouldn't have been so bad after all.

Silver heard movement. He didn't see anyone at first, but looking twice, he saw there was a small boy weaving between the shelves. It appeared there were people of all ages turning up in the tower. The child had been no exception. He gave off a rather unfriendly aura though and Silver hesitated to approach him. It wasn't like him to be the first to greet a person anyways.

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Sounds traveled far in this room, and it didn't take Ienzo very long to recognize the sound of a paperlanche coming down on some unfortunate individual who didn't know how to properly man a stack of books. Twice this sound rang across the library, and twice Ienzo did nothing but stop briefly to shake his head before returning to the task at hand. It seemed that there were other people here, after all, and he supposed that not everyone was capable of understanding the true value of a library. After quite a while of searching undisturbed by paperlanches of any kind, Ienzo noticed the soft sound of footsteps on the wooden floor.

He turned his head to find a scowling young man staring back at him, apparently debating whether or not to approach. Ienzo didn't particularly care either way, though he would be happy to get people away from him so he could do some work for once. This in mind, he fixed the teenager with a brief look before returning to the shelves.