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Post by Farain on Dec 13, 2008 13:22:47 GMT -5
Kssandra sat in the prophecy section of the library, reading a book by the ancient Aquarian prophet Earstrawdumbus.
She turned the page. "Wrong." She turned another. "Yeah, right." Another. "Maybe when Malar gives food to the poor." She tossed the book away. There was hardly a single accurate prophecy in this place. These people would believe anything.
Sighing, the demi-goddess drifted away from the aisle and wandered toward the non-fiction section.
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Post by arrasailsup on Dec 19, 2008 6:30:38 GMT -5
Jarut was sick and tired of getting his hands sliced open by thorns and gased by plants that didn't take kindly to him collecting samples. Vera wanted information on Silvan plants, and fast, before Malar burnt them all down. So now Jarut was slaving away, instead of working on his own research. Joy.
Really, this is a waste of time. You're hardly going to find anything you don't know about Silvan plants in an Aquarian library, little mage.
"Shut up Phenol, I'm just tired of repeatedly casting healing spells and choking to death, alright?" Jarut growled out loud, flipping another page. "At least this way I can say I'm doing something."
Yer could transfer t'my faction, magelin'. Raza'll protect ya. Jutaris shifted restlessly in his mind.
Phenol snorted. You'll trust Raza with our existence? If you want to shift your allegiance, go to Malar.
Jarut snapped the book shut with a loud clack. "I'm not shifting from Vera, and that's final. Now shut up before I ask her for a spell that will get rid of the two of you."
Ignoring Phenol's sarcastic laughter and Jutaris' huffing, Jarut went to look for another book. He turned when he felt someone approach, plastering a fake smile on his face.
"Hello, Kssandra." He said.
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Post by Farain on Dec 21, 2008 14:11:53 GMT -5
"Hello Jarut," stated Kssandra. Her stupid curse at least made sure she got names right... Now if only Jarut would believe her.
"Why are you researching plants, anyway? There's a whole forests across the world over there." She gestured vaguely to the east. "Can't you collect samples or something and research them yourself? There are perfectly legitimate protection spells," she added suddenly, as if answering to a sudden influx of knowledge.
Then, showing a not particularly unexpected mood change, she grabbed a book and started flipping through it moodily.
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Post by Tyme on Dec 22, 2008 12:28:15 GMT -5
Marisa was one of the many "book brats" as certain people put it. They were girls from poor to average families who helped to sort the thousands of books and take of other lowly matters in Biblia. There were probably at least fifty of them, but no one really knew for sure, because of the sheer vastness of the whole library. Marisa as from a family with more girls than her poor mother could keep count, and having another one nearly every year. Her sisters ranged from Tere'sha, who was twenty and was expecting her second child, to Kaylie, who wasn't even a year old.
"S'cuse me miss....would you like me to help you? And when you're finished with the book, could I have it? I think that's the one Miss Terrifia has been sweeping the whole library for," she said politely dipping into a clumsy curtsy. Her bluish tinted black hair bobbed as she straightened herself. She smoothed her wrinkled dress. The lady looked like one of high stature. So fair, and apparently, well-learned. She was the sort of lady Marisa hoped she would be one day. Not that it would ever happen.
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Post by Farain on Dec 24, 2008 13:32:24 GMT -5
Kssandra looked down at her. "Can't imagine why. It's horribly written, and not accurate at all." She handed the book to the girl. "Also, you're going to fall in love in three years." This prophecy was said in a bored voice, because, like all the rest, the girl wouldn't believe her.
One graceful hand snatched another book off the shelf. It was quickly returned. "More prophecies. Really, can't these people live without knowing the future? I mean, it wouldn't be hard for me at all, not knowing what would happen. I mean, it's not like I can just up and die..." she murmured to herself.
Then, with complete disregard for anyone around her, Kssandra turned and hiked off toward the distant pulp fiction section. Some of those romance novels were amazingly witty. Not to mention rather Farain-inspired.
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Post by Tyme on Dec 24, 2008 23:37:30 GMT -5
"I...am miss?" Marisa asked politely, wondering vaguely if the lady was a prophet or sage of some sort. There were all sorts of people that came to Biblia. Crazy folk, poor folk, rich folk, royal folk, and it was even rumored that immortals occasionally darted through its halls. He wondered what category this lady fit into. She was certainly beautiful, but was she royal? She stared curiously, forgetting her place for a few moments. Than she moved her eyes to the floor and hugging the fat prophecy book followed the lady. She wanted to catch the lady's name before she returned this book to the head librarian of the prophecy section.
"Miss, could I get your name? And would you like me to help you find a book?" she trotted after the lady. She didn't end up in this section of the library very often. They usually kept the library brats out of the romance section. It was supposed to protect them from something, although Marisa had never quite caught what. The older girls who'd been promoted to section chiefs giggled about it, and waved the "young ones" out when they tried to dodge in to catch a word or two.
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Post by Farain on Dec 25, 2008 9:44:56 GMT -5
It would probably be a good idea to lie. But whose name... Ah yes. The dreamer would be a fine name to invoke to the mortal. What was her name? Something with a -- oh, right. Kythela. "My name is Kssandra." She stated.
Oh wait. Stupid truth curse.
"And I'm not sure what book I want, so run along now." She waved her hand dismissively and pulled a book off the shelf, flipping through the boring parts to the interesting ones. Her favorite ones always reminded her of Farain, though she wouldn't ever say. Unless someone asked directly, that is.
This book had a picture in it. It was in the old Aquarian style (perfectly proportioned and in the nude), showing the particularly savory part of the story. The art could use a bit more detail around the faces, though...
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Post by Tyme on Dec 26, 2008 22:59:15 GMT -5
"Kssandra miss? Of what family?" she asked curiously following along, even as the covers of the books started to get slowly more lustful and dark. The shelves themselves started to change, to a more rosy cherry color and there were vague etches of Farain entwined in the arms of nude figures. Marisa was surprised at the lack of guarding here. There were usually at least five librarians carefully guarding the corridors to the romance section. They would snap and glare when a child who was not of age lingered too long on the edges of it.
She followed along, ignoring the obvious dismissal that had just occurred. She blinked and stared curiously at the image that she could see over the lady's shoulder. It looked like two peach-colored lumps pasted together into an uncomfortable formation. This stuff was what the librarians had kept the "young 'uns" away from? All it was a bunch of ugly art. Maybe the stories were interesting. She stood on the tips of her toes craning her neck to try and make out the text on the page.
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Post by arrasailsup on Dec 27, 2008 5:52:47 GMT -5
Jarut leafed through another few pages of the book. "Yeah, well, it's hard enough keeping up enough warning spells just so I can be prepared to get away if Malar decided to drop by. Protection spells that are legitimate'll be too much to maintain at the same time." He snapped his book shut, finally looking up.
Kssandra was gone. Typical.
Jarut shrugged, and shoved the book back onto its shelf. There wasn't anything there he didn't know already. With nothing better to do, he drifted off towards the romance section where he heard Kssandra's voice.
Hmph. Romance. Completely inaccurate. He'd be happy if Keziah actually paid him some attention. It was like she didn't know he existed sometimes.
And who was this next to her? She looked....young.
"Hey, is a kid like you supposed to be in this section?" He cast a wary eye over the more-than-slightly-saucy images all around.
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Post by Farain on Dec 27, 2008 11:17:21 GMT -5
Kssandra lifted the book out of Marisa's reach. "Kssandra de Hectorio," she stated. It was true, if you remembered that she had to translate from old Aquarian. "And looking at these books is forbidden to people under the age of," she paused briefly as the official age of adulthood came to her, "16. Which you are."
Jarut showed up precisely at his moment, and proceeded to ask the question to Kssandra's answer. She ignored him. "So that means you should run along now. Back to that librarian you wanted the book for." She shooed her away once more.
The book, however, was getting interesting. The male character was now entering the female's bedchamber. Soon there would be --
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Post by Tyme on Dec 30, 2008 0:00:03 GMT -5
"Oh don't worry at all miss, I'll be along soon. I hope you find a....book you're satisfied with. And if the miss is interested our immortals romance section is on that shelf," she said bobbing her head towards a grand and ornate row of shelves, with flowing ink labeling their spines,"I've heard that it has tales of what has happened, and....tales of what has not." she murmured, blushing at the end. She'd heard that there were ridiculous stories. Such ones of the sweet dreamer Kythela being lustful with another demigod. And even stories of the demigod of Vera with three personalities. It was supposed to have to do with each of the personalities taking a lover and ending in tragedy.
"Well then Miss Kssandra de Hectorio, thank-you for your good time," she said curtsying again. She certainly wished she'd run into this lady again, perhaps when she was older and wouldn't be shooed out of any section of the library. She picked up her pace, and ran in the silent way all Biblia library workers were supposed to learn how to do. Biblia was too vast for everyone to walk around daintily all the time. Of course if they knocked things over they could expect to get killed by the head of whichever section they'd damaged. She sighed and slipped away into the sorting room, to go find Mrs. Terrifa and replace the prophecy book.
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Post by arrasailsup on Jan 11, 2009 0:31:27 GMT -5
"..." Jarut stared after the retreating girl wordlessly. Immortal romance. The things these mortals thought up of. He half-wondered what Malar's reaction would be if there was a book that paired him with Raza, then decided it was too frightening to think about.
"S-so, where are you up to?" Jarut stammered, stepping closer. Of course, he took care to stay out of Kssandra's personal space. No telling what people would do while reading these....things.
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Post by Farain on Jan 12, 2009 18:58:21 GMT -5
Kssandra glared at him. "You mind," she stated, placing this like most would form a question. She was reading. She liked reading, especially books like this. She did not appreciate being interrupted, especially after just getting rid of one distraction.
Unfortunately, she'd known this was coming.
She continued to read anyway. The woman who wrote this had an eye for detail. Kssandra supposed that a man wouldn't ever look that closely if he found himself in the events detailed in the book, if Farain was any accurate representation.
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Post by Tyme on Jan 20, 2009 22:52:49 GMT -5
(ooc:If you havent figured it out it is Shata! 0-o)
A crazed looking woman, with strange eyes that seemed to stare at everything in a queer way bumped up against the shelves, unsettling some of the books. She was dressed in black, with not a hint of festive blue on her. Her sleeves were in the tatters, and the hem of her long dress trailed on the floor. If any mortal had looked upon her, they would have turned away, for she looked wrong among the clean, polished, floors of the library. If an immortal had looked on her she may have looked familiar.
Regardless of her looks, she was at least partially sane. Most people stayed away because of her crazy outbursts. The recent one had been something along the lines of "Why are you looking? I thought you hated my eyes? They told you the truth didn't they? They shamed you!" . Afterwards she had thrown an incredible fit on the street, gathering attention from a small ring of boys who had called her beggar woman and thrown rocks at her. So what was a woman like this doing in the romance immortals section? The woman, whom some called Atahs, had wandered in here, only half-aware that she had.
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Post by arrasailsup on Feb 19, 2009 8:57:53 GMT -5
Jarut let out a disconsolate, rather dog-like whine. Maybe he'd been spending too much time with Cierran or dog/wolf demis. Actually, no. He wouldn't dream of even getting close to Feroc.
"But Kssandraaaaa, surely, you know....experiencing these....things for yourself would be better than reading about them...." Jarut whined, a pout on his face. Why did dear Ksanny just had to be so...stubborn?
A woman stumbled up randomly. Odd little mortals. Jarut took one look at her rather crazed appearance and decided that this was one of his 'favored people'. Or, to put it bluntly, a loony.
"Hello there." He said, his voice as mellow as he could make it. "Need any help?"
Jarut glanced into her eyes, then immediately looked away, a feeling of unease creeping over him. And what was that other emotion? Shame?
This woman....just who was she? She seemed so familiar....
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