[See, there's the problem. If she was only L Corp, that would be fine. But the Library is something that grates on his soul. The source of something that caused him so much despair.]
[He might tell her about the Library. He might say that there are rumors its not really gone. But she withheld information from him, and he, untrusting, only sees fit to return the favor.]
not entirely true, she guesses, and she amends the factual statement. ]
Not after they've been booked, I mean. We've had people leave before... they always came back, as if drawn, but once they're sealed away that's that. Or at least, I thought that was the case.
[ ishmael had said otherwise, and. maybe the people who get booked don't die like she keeps thinking they do. but she'd have to ask angela for sure, since she'd know the answer, and angela isn't here. simply assuming based on others' experience is another thing. ]
Ishmael told me... that someone she knew did, which would be a relief if they're telling her the truth! But as far as we know, or knew, they don't.
[ ... well. malkuth doesn't answer until they've come to the teleporter out, searching for the outer most area in the district within an easier walking distance of a bus. she thinks of the WARP trains and wonders if vergilius knows their secret. ]
I don't know much of what happens before someone arrives, unless I'm told, but it seems like she was escaping a situation that would've ended worse than what would've happened to her with us. If they aren't really dead when we book them, and they are just asleep or something... if she knew that somehow, then it's the best outcome for anyone on the run.
[ for whatever reason that run is. ]
I didn't fight her. [ there's no way gebura would let her. stronger or not, Colors are on a different level. ] It was an amazing battle to watch, and I can really see why the people who are chosen to be Colors are chosen, but it ended the same as anyone else: the Purple Tear lost, and we obtained her book.
[ ... okay. hope he's ready to teleport because she's clicking a button and sending them out!!! whoo. different than kaito's portals. worse. ]
[He follows, listlessly - its truly in these moments he seems more corpse than human, something reanimated.]
An amazing match to watch.
[He repeats, hollow - would anyone say that about her and him, and what happened to that orphanage? He can scarcely believe she lost.]
[He's trying to find words when she presses the button, and he only lets out a low noise of surprise before they come back - he feels his stomach lurch, and he stagger for a moment, trying to collect himself.]
I don't know which is worse. That teleporter or you.
[DON'T BE SO MEAN!!!!!!!! MEAN OLD MAN!!!]
[He manages to get his bearings, though, shrugging his shoulders back with a grunt as they walk along. She offers her name. He stares for a moment, before understanding what she's getting at.]
[ jerk!!!!!!!! buttface!!!!!! cute young women are wasted on you!!!!! die alone then!!!!!!!! ]
... Really?
[ no way. cmon. really. ]
Right. Okay! I can work with that. Stick to Miss Weiss and I'll call you Mr. G if needed.
[ that's fine, right. sure. come on. it's gonna be fine they have to sit for a bit for the bus. kicks her feet. she is so. into having to wait for a bus. carmen christ. ]
[Well, this place probably has schools. He shouldn't be too surprised.]
Hmph. [Here's a sigh for you, one of many.] Some other....bodyguards may not like the attention. Neither do I, but I'm not one to say no to public transit. Even now, I work on a bus of sorts.
So you work now as a guide for [ hm she doesn't know ishmael's civilian name Oh Well ] Ishy and some others, huh... She seems like she has a good head on her shoulders, though.
I really do, sorry. Imagining someone with such renown and the skills to back it up playing tour guide is pretty funny.
[ sorry! sorry. just wait until she hears about the color who became a serial ki ]
I'm guessing you two don't get along then, huh? We have our rough patches too actually, but I think she has a good heart. What are the other "idiots" like? The same as her?
[ maybe the bus can come and save him from this insufferable small talk ]
[ the sinners would literally disagree with verg rn but they also wouldn't survive sassing him.
still. that's the ticket, right there, and malkuth smiles like she's won something. ]
The fact you can see their potential for improvement already makes you a step above the average citizen, you know. People can change, and they can change for the better -- it doesn't matter if the City is a hellhole or not, I know they'll be just fine with you around.
[ since most would just consider them lost causes, if they considered them at all; that's simply how the City is.
in other words, this old man isn't so world weary yet!!! he can play the cynic all he wants, malkuth knows better!!!! ]
[ angela would say it's a talent specific to this insolent twat. one of her only. ]
And one of them's gonna be right.
[ a matter of probability... she's learning math lately.
but the bus does arrive, letting off people before they can be let on, and malkuth pays their toll with a swipe of her wrist before staring expectantly. him first. just to make sure he doesn't try and just stay behind. ]
[And of course she would do this. He moves ahead, stepping onto the bus, but he chooses to stand instead of sit, grabbing onto the ring from the rail.]
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[See, there's the problem. If she was only L Corp, that would be fine. But the Library is something that grates on his soul. The source of something that caused him so much despair.]
[He might tell her about the Library. He might say that there are rumors its not really gone. But she withheld information from him, and he, untrusting, only sees fit to return the favor.]
No. Not as far as I know.
[And a pause.]
Malkuth. How do things escape the Library?
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[ well,
not entirely true, she guesses, and she amends the factual statement. ]
Not after they've been booked, I mean. We've had people leave before... they always came back, as if drawn, but once they're sealed away that's that. Or at least, I thought that was the case.
[ ishmael had said otherwise, and. maybe the people who get booked don't die like she keeps thinking they do. but she'd have to ask angela for sure, since she'd know the answer, and angela isn't here. simply assuming based on others' experience is another thing. ]
Ishmael told me... that someone she knew did, which would be a relief if they're telling her the truth! But as far as we know, or knew, they don't.
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[What a flawless system this Library is.]
[Of course, he has to ask.]
Did you book a lady called the Purple Tear?
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[ unforgettable entrance, really. one of the two reasons she was wary of him. ]
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[Why...why did she....]
[His voice is more hoarse.]
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I don't know much of what happens before someone arrives, unless I'm told, but it seems like she was escaping a situation that would've ended worse than what would've happened to her with us. If they aren't really dead when we book them, and they are just asleep or something... if she knew that somehow, then it's the best outcome for anyone on the run.
[ for whatever reason that run is. ]
I didn't fight her. [ there's no way gebura would let her. stronger or not, Colors are on a different level. ] It was an amazing battle to watch, and I can really see why the people who are chosen to be Colors are chosen, but it ended the same as anyone else: the Purple Tear lost, and we obtained her book.
[ ... okay. hope he's ready to teleport because she's clicking a button and sending them out!!! whoo. different than kaito's portals. worse. ]
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An amazing match to watch.
[He repeats, hollow - would anyone say that about her and him, and what happened to that orphanage? He can scarcely believe she lost.]
[He's trying to find words when she presses the button, and he only lets out a low noise of surprise before they come back - he feels his stomach lurch, and he stagger for a moment, trying to collect himself.]
What the hell...we have to use these things?
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Whew! That really never get easier -- I don't know if I prefer our Head Librarian's teleportation trick or not.
[ easy answer actually she does not prefer it. angela and her trollish ways. ]
And yeah, unless you'd like to spend even more time with me. Let's see... oh, there it is.
[ the bus station....... there's a bench with some civilians on it, waiting, and malkuth stares at them for a moment before looking up at vergilius. ]
Elijah Weiss. What's yours?
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[DON'T BE SO MEAN!!!!!!!! MEAN OLD MAN!!!]
[He manages to get his bearings, though, shrugging his shoulders back with a grunt as they walk along. She offers her name. He stares for a moment, before understanding what she's getting at.]
[He looks...vaguely awkward.]
Red Gaze.
[....................yeah]
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... Really?
[ no way. cmon. really. ]
Right. Okay! I can work with that. Stick to Miss Weiss and I'll call you Mr. G if needed.
[ that's fine, right. sure. come on. it's gonna be fine they have to sit for a bit for the bus. kicks her feet. she is so. into having to wait for a bus. carmen christ. ]
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Mm. [>8I] Red is fine....Miss Weiss.
[At least he'll use her name right. Probably.]
[Of course, he's happy to sit here and Stew as the depression Requires but he's raising an eyebrow at the feet kicking.]
It's a bus. Have you ever been on one?
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[ so much to take in...! and to note down about designs. ]
Do bodyguards [ colors ] take public transit like everyone else?
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[Well, this place probably has schools. He shouldn't be too surprised.]
Hmph. [Here's a sigh for you, one of many.] Some other....bodyguards may not like the attention. Neither do I, but I'm not one to say no to public transit. Even now, I work on a bus of sorts.
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[ "remember" in a sense, ]
Did you get demoted too?
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[Which is a weird feeling.]
Hah? No. I'm...working as a guide.
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[ be honest. ]
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[His sinners. :,)]
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So you work now as a guide for [ hm she doesn't know ishmael's civilian name Oh Well ] Ishy and some others, huh... She seems like she has a good head on her shoulders, though.
[ like
For The Most Part. ]
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[DON'T YOU DARE!!! HE IS SUFFERING]
Mm. She might, but she's a stubborn hothead, too. [Huh! Like him!]
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[ sorry! sorry. just wait until she hears about the color who became a serial ki ]
I'm guessing you two don't get along then, huh? We have our rough patches too actually, but I think she has a good heart. What are the other "idiots" like? The same as her?
[ maybe the bus can come and save him from this insufferable small talk ]
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[Why is he being patronized by this young lady...what is his life....he should have just stayed home...]
They all have their issues. There's a lot of room for improvement. Unfortunately, most aren't even at the start of that journey.
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still. that's the ticket, right there, and malkuth smiles like she's won something. ]
The fact you can see their potential for improvement already makes you a step above the average citizen, you know. People can change, and they can change for the better -- it doesn't matter if the City is a hellhole or not, I know they'll be just fine with you around.
[ since most would just consider them lost causes, if they considered them at all; that's simply how the City is.
in other words, this old man isn't so world weary yet!!! he can play the cynic all he wants, malkuth knows better!!!! ]
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[He lets out an aggravated sigh, eyes glimmering behind his dark bangs.]
You sure say a lot of things you know nothing about.
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And one of them's gonna be right.
[ a matter of probability... she's learning math lately.
but the bus does arrive, letting off people before they can be let on, and malkuth pays their toll with a swipe of her wrist before staring expectantly. him first. just to make sure he doesn't try and just stay behind. ]
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[And of course she would do this. He moves ahead, stepping onto the bus, but he chooses to stand instead of sit, grabbing onto the ring from the rail.]
How long is the trip?
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