#hewillnevervisit

[allswell]

Cecil laughs. ❛ It tickles, ❜ he says, but moves his fingers in response, running them through the soft, warm fur.

❛ Maybe you are not so ignorant, ❜ the marquis acquiesces, ❛ But you have hands, yes? Are you not going to hug me back? ❜

In the interim he steals another kiss from the fox's cheek. Ah, there were so many spots to claim.

He growls at the patronizing words, but does not move or resist; that would only be giving the man a win, after all their back and forth.

The feeling was strange; despite his wants his body shivered at the soft, subtle touches. He had spent so long watching the cyclical cycle run again and again that he had no bearing on time. How long had he been in the Great Library, alone, tinkering and reading madly?

"....Fine. Here. I am aware of what the word, 'affection', means."

He nuzzles his snout against the man's neck, then his cheek against the man's cheek. A usual affectionate gesture among foxes and a way to get their scent on others.

[theoriginaldeadman]

@hewillnevervisit

FEW thing in this world actually give Skull any sort of joy

Being a skeleton and all......VERY few things can make him happy.....reading just happen to be one of them. Rare books. First edition books.

The oldest nerd in history.....face to face with.....fox?

"..........I found it first."

No lungs....no adam apple yet without a doubt the skeleton talking as he wear a suit and a tie......death gripping the book....

What is this book? Who knows? It look dusty and rare and he wants it.

[guidingstarmira]

@hewillnevervisit

Mira doesn't know which section of the city she's in anymore, exploring on a whim that she felt the need to follow, but she does know she right now.. She's struggling.

The poor barista before her has a smile on her face as she's patiently waiting for Mira to pick what type of coffee she wishes to try. If she was understanding right, she had to drink it here, so she wasn't sure which flavor she wanted to try first and she knows she wishes to do more than one. So, she settles on ordering 5 different types, finally giving the barista some peace as she moves to find a table to sit at as she awaits for them.

It causes it to back up a little, making the orders for others take some time, but that's a concept she doesn't know nor understand yet. The barista has to use a tray to bring her all of the cups of coffee, and once all five are set before her, Mira is looking between them all to see which one she wishes to try first.

[oriar]

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[hextechdreaming]

Viktor is quiet as the other describes this thing that has some sort of hold on them, narrowing his eyes. A book, or barely so. Some terrible item that could manipulate other beings as it saw fit.

It sounded familiar.

"So you're beholden to its influence, then. Something out of your control. I am...familiar with such a concept."

"If you did not discover its true nature, perhaps it isn't entirely a bad thing. Maybe it is something that could help."

Or maybe Viktor was projecting.

His snout scrunched up and his lip curled, revealing his fangs.

"Isn't so much a 'who' as a 'what'. A...book. If you can even call it that. Flimsy paper, all mashed together with staples of all things, no hardcover, floppy."

He was getting off track.

"A book to feed the cyclical suffering of the world. It...I did not find out its true nature." He seemed begrudging to say so. "Whether some entity brighter in magic changed it as needed or...if it, itself rewrote what needed to be, updated upon changes to its cyclical path.

When I...began being an...obstacle. It...recorded me. And called me...the Librarian."

[feathercowl]

The museums in Fibonacci were definitely something of interest to her, and she marveled at the collections of gadgets she hadn't seen before.

"I thought the carriage was impressive, but this is even more incredible." It seemed to be a display almost a history of the place, and there are so many different things she hardly recognized. Luckily, there were hardly any people around, so when the clearly underdressed Falin pressed her hands against the glass, she wasn't lectured by any staff.

"I don't know much about this kind of stuff..." She murmured to herself, looking at the live science demonstration of a robot hand writing a book. "I wonder if you could talk to the robot, and not get hand cramps from taking notes?"

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[flawlessglass]

honestly though, where was this?? where was grave?? and why does she feel...strange?? turning to @hewillnevervisit, whom of which she noticed had arrived with her, cinderella would ask. ❝ pardon me. ❞ a nod was given to the...fox creature?? ❝ while i'm quite sure you would not have any idea of our situation, it still wouldn't hurt to ask; do you know what is going on?? ❞

[sunsage]

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He's a librarian so I gave him a book!.. I haven't played Tunic yet

[aheadahead]

He could see where one might find the person standing in front of him intimidating, but to a Resident such as he, he found their silhouette vaguely comforting.

"You Resident? Me not know you. Not human."

"Me lost. Here wrong. Where is here?"

@hewillnevervisit

[isolaradiale]

(Okay, I think I fixed up what I needed to!) I would like to apply as The Librarian from the game Tunic. Application is in the box marked 'Navigation' after clicking 'More'.

Welcome to chilly Isola Radiale, Librarian!

You will be housed in CONDO 402.

You will retain the ability to levitate.

You will be given a wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay!

*Aspidiske

[diamonddomain]

Well it was somewhat reassuring to hear someone say that she still might've held some dominion over her land. It was like there were other Diancie's just roaming around waiting to impersonate her but something still rubbed her wrong about being here and not home...

("It's lovely to meet you Librarian. I take it judging by your reaction you've met or at the least know of other royalty before. Though probably not ones that look like me. A-At least from what others have told me in this city...")

He chuckled softly, his lip curling ever so slightly; a smirk, or a smile?

"I do believe you would still be princess, regardless of your proximity to your kingdom."

He did not bow back. Bowing was too close to...well, to close to that, which was forbidden. He murdered and stole but there were still things that he unconsciously clung to, societal norms.

"Diancie. I am the Librarian."

[oriar]

despite more or less being told in a roundabout way to shoo off, it continued to simply stare. an unintentional side-effect to being eight was his habit to drift off into his mind palace. it takes a few seconds for him to come too. it exhaled a bit before blinking. a low "sorry what?" came out.

eight only caught the tailend of it, disembodied inbetween all the random things seeing the state of his spot brought to light. "i have no interest in that." familarity in a relative unfamiliar place brought him comfort but saying that was something he couldn't quite articulate well.

"i was only wondering what you were doing.. you're definitely cramming for something judging by the amount of material."

The Great Library of Xalphina.

He hated how nostalgic it all made him. The leylines through the forest which led to the library roused memories of his own world's magically powered leylines. This library itself, different, yet the same, to his own Great Library. A librarian of great power, only known by her title as Librarian? Well, that was him, back home. All of this reminiscing put him in a bad mood, and with an even worse scowl than usual he found an empty corner to dip down into knowledge, instead of nostalgia.

When he heard footsteps his ears perked up, swiveling about atop his head. He bared his teeth a little, whipping his head around. The little area he'd decided to nest in was a mess; two tables covered in books, opened, closed, stacked, on the floor, everywhere. He had papers scattered alongside the books.

"What? You'll not be taking any of these materials till I've finished." He grumbled. Then, mumbling, he added,

whatever he'd said wasn't in the common tongue. When he spoke this, his voice did not sound like a voice, but like that of a deep bell or gong.

@oriar

[allswell]

❛ Oh... ❜ Cecil blinks in surprise, before his eyes soften in jewel-like delight.

❛ You are such a good boy. ❜

His arms reach up to wrap around the Librarian's neck and—assuming all goes well, and no resistance is met—he'll move on first to kiss the fox's nose, and then the side of his face along his lips.

...it's a little tricky when their faces are shaped so differently!

Seven inches is about the height difference, with the Librarian at the advantage. He bent down some to be at face level with the annoying man.

"I wonder, if you thought you might fluster me into backing off from your clear challenge? I am ready to receive, if you're truly so very intent on showing me the error of my perspective."

[guidingstarmira]

Mira pauses at his words, looking away from him to look outside the window as she ponders his question, watching the others outside walk by the coffee shop their in. He was right. They where trapped in this place, yet it seemed none where suffering, minus those who did not wish to be here.

She had accepted Mika helping her learning about holidays at the time because it seemed like a quick topic to answer and not eat up much of Mika's time, even if it evolved into them spending more time together now.

"Fair, if this city provides all that is needed beyond the means to get out, it isn't imposing if one offers up such a thing willingly." Mira then finally looks back at the Librarian, head tilting to the side, "Then, since you are so kind to offer, I would like to take you up on it, just know my questions may be endless."

She sets the coffee up with chocolate back down, before moving the saucer away from him for safety reasons.

"Shall I let you know of any that have it mixed it to help avoid that?"

"The path to learning is riddled with questions. Only through inquiry can you hope to grow better at the subtle art of learning. It is good that you question. And what, pray tell, do you think you'd be imposing upon?

In this place, I am trapped, yes, but I am not suffering. The studying is done out of habit, of a want to know, not an earnest effort to escape. I am perfectly content to be here. So, with all my time that of leisure, what are you imposing upon?"

"Ah, I see." He sniffles at the air over the cup, tapping his snout in thought. "Mm...yes, I can smell it in that. I'll need to be wary of such mixtures in future. To be poisoned is a less than happy affair."

[allswell]

❛ I was implying that from the start! ❜

❛ It's hard work convincing squares like you to be circles like the rest of us. Come, hold still— ❜ He's advancing!

His gaze is steely.

"You've quite the mouth. No wonder you cannot gain what you so vehemently covet."

"And yes, you are correct. Feeling smug? I've not had a date. Everyone was quite to busy being dead or drinking of primordial blood and becoming echoes of themselves to date.

Perhaps you are volunteering to show me how its done, hm?"

The sarcasm is dripping everywhere.

[hextechdreaming]

Viktor listens quietly, pondering over everything the creature before him says before giving him a little nod. It was interesting to learn of the worlds the others in Spirale came from, far more interesting than him talking about his own.

Things hadn't gone well there.

"It?" He asks, tilting his head to once side at that, then to the other at the odd whistling noise he makes.

"May I ask who It is?"

"Where I grew, yes, libraries had librarians. Once grown there were no more...usual, libraries. I am the Librarian because of my penchant for research upon...subjects and my taking residency in the Great Library.

I can only assume it called me that for ease of understanding."

He mumbled, clearly frustrated by his own outburst. The mumble may have came off like some strange whistling noise though.