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onepassingnight2011-06-28 07:42 pm
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.oo1 // All the knowledge in the world
[ You find yourself in a library. Not just any library but a massive one: wall to wall bookshelves, plush armchairs, mahogany floorboards and the entire thing lit with a warm flame that seems almost comforting. The kind that doesn't seem to give off a dangerous heat but perhaps the warmth that reminds one of home and hearth. The books on the shelves are quite anything you want them to be: catalogues, bestiaries, your diaries, anything you ever wished to read, wished to know or wished to find out.
Among these shelves and books in a man dressed in long deep blue robes, almost black as night. He paces, taking books off the shelves, and flipping through them, occasionally commenting on the side and seemingly talking to himself. But there are other books in his hands, these being used to fill empty spots in some shelves. He seems to be looking for something, or perhaps merely setting some books in order. For all you know, he could be doing both. At any rate, he is quite at home here, amongst the books, shelves and bare light. Again, the conversation resumes in a strange language perhaps alien to your ears. Upon one bookshelf is another figure that seems to be merely a shimmer in the air and he seems to be doing most the talking while the man in the robe nods and comments from time to time. However, in the middle of a sentence, he stops and turns. His voice seems low, barely heard and in a more familiar language. ]
Looks like we have company, Aids.
Ah?
[ And with that, the figure is gone and the other man is left amongst the books and firelight, holding a rather thick volume to his chest and clutching a staff with his other hand. ]
Among these shelves and books in a man dressed in long deep blue robes, almost black as night. He paces, taking books off the shelves, and flipping through them, occasionally commenting on the side and seemingly talking to himself. But there are other books in his hands, these being used to fill empty spots in some shelves. He seems to be looking for something, or perhaps merely setting some books in order. For all you know, he could be doing both. At any rate, he is quite at home here, amongst the books, shelves and bare light. Again, the conversation resumes in a strange language perhaps alien to your ears. Upon one bookshelf is another figure that seems to be merely a shimmer in the air and he seems to be doing most the talking while the man in the robe nods and comments from time to time. However, in the middle of a sentence, he stops and turns. His voice seems low, barely heard and in a more familiar language. ]
Looks like we have company, Aids.
Ah?
[ And with that, the figure is gone and the other man is left amongst the books and firelight, holding a rather thick volume to his chest and clutching a staff with his other hand. ]
no subject
[ There is the smallest nostalgic smile as he leads her to one of the bookshelves. ]
Taught herbology... and of course, was rather fond of plants. Very, rather. A quiet lady... I think you two would've gotten along.
no subject
[Of course, in reality, she has few friends even now - the senshi, perhaps, the ones who bear the same fate as her and grew up just as she did. But most people who approach the Princess of planet Mercury do so with an eye to their own advantage and advancement.
She knows this. It makes her wary of them. But today, this is not someone who approached her; this is a situation where she came upon someone to ask their help.]
Ah. Are these books up to date? The latest research?
no subject
[ And he stops at a bookshelf, picking out a few selections. Some seem to be photograph collections of local flowers, a couple others to be almost almanacs of them. ]
The latest as gathered by the Academe.
no subject
[A quick nod towards the windows, indicating the outdoors. She sounds rather more excited than one might expect about this.]
Where I am from, we have beautiful flowers, too. But they are all grown in a greenhouse, so to speak. Seeing flowers that just grow from the soil, outside, is a wonderful thing.