Drei - Fatum and Geschichte (Action)

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[He was slightly amused to find that a profession had been arbitrarily granted to him. Even more amusing was the fact that he had been made a librarian. He supposed that handling books and physical manifestations of knowledge wouldn't be very different from the other means he usually had of handling such.

Still, it was an odd feeling, listening to people ask him for specific titles and having to find them. He was much more used to being able to call up any knowledge he needed at the moment that it took a bit of getting used to even for him. Yet there was something thrilling about being forced into relying on the limitations of a human body. And even if much of the job seem repetitious, it was at least a learning experience for him in the boundaries that actually seemed to provide hindrances to mortal men in simple tasks.

Though even now, he couldn't understand how it was so hard to put things in perfect alphabetical order.]

[OOC: So Wilhelm will be working at the library for the rest of the day. Feel free to come bug the hell out of him at work.]

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[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo also works at the library... and would probably enjoy it if it wasn't the *Mayfield* library. Trying to organize books when the town plays to your stereotypes is frustrating, the reading choices are boring, and dealing with drones is maddening. For him, anyway.

Your coworker is at the counter sortnig books on golf and looks absolutely disgusted with them.]

I swear to Christ, if you ever see me playing golf, just fucking shoot me.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[He simply looks curiously at the number of volumes Theo's organizing.]

I had never played myself, though it does not seem an altogether foolish game.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

It sounds like the most goddamn boring thing I've ever heard of. A way for rich assholes to pretend they're playing a sport. Ugh. [He tosses the last book into the sorted pile and starts placing them on a cart, to be shelved.] I hate this goddamn library.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. Then again, there's something interesting about a game that requires as much mathematical thinking to play properly.

[He doesn't really react to the tossing. He just watches.]

It does leave quite a bit desired for a house of knowledge.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I highly doubt that's what most people think about when playing it, though.

Damn straight it does. I'm sick of looking at books abut fucking golf, lawn car, car care, and other pieces of this towns stereotypical bullshit. I'm just glad they returned my books to me here or I'd be going out of my mind by now.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[And you've peaked his interest, Theo.]

What kind of books?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He gives you a smug look, then lights a cigarette. Hooray 1950s, you can smoke anywhere. And even if you couldn't, like Theo cares.]

I happen to be the owner of a very prestigious collection of magical texts. The town initially returned it to me before giving back my magic, but that gave me more time to study.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[He sits down on one of the desks nearby, eyes never leaving Theo's. He maintains eye contact no matter where he positions himself.]

Magic is a rather broad term. Exactly what in magic do you practice. The more western ideals of ceremonial and ritual magic, or eastern ideals of mysticism.

Define it.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. Western. Where I'm from, it's ritualistic. Very defined spells, use of components and certain phrases. Requires a lot of study and practice and determination if you ever wish to get anywhere. A lot of discipline. And the books I have are priceless tools in my trade.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*Of course, as soon as Albedo had found the library, he'd walked in without a second thought. But he was finding that the selection was apparently tuned to the most boring subject matter imaginable and included absolutely none of the classics he was so fond of. Of course, seeing Wilhelm, he decided that maybe the trip wasn't a complete waste and wandered over to the shorter white haired man, arms folded.* Perhaps this trip will serve as more than an example of how pitifully meager the selection of books in this world seems to be.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[Is that a small smirk forming to the side of Wilhelm's mouth as he works? The world may never know.]

I have always found that boring minds tend to pursue and push boring subjects.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

And no more boring than these drones who make Combat Models seem quite fascinating. *He unfolds his arms to brush a hand covered in cuts over a shelf.*

Such books do naught but dull the mind's creativity, no?

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[He takes but a brief glance at your hand.]

And it would seem you've found ample activity to entertain yourself.

One can find amusement in most things. What is creativity to one is madness to another.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

It's quite novel, being able to experience pain for more than a fleeting moment. Such a shame that I'm limited to such a meager sting.

Conformity is poison to society. Life grows quite droll when it bears no difference from that of another, I should think.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

It is. I was mildly surprised by the sensation at first, myself.

And yet, without some common bonds, society is bound to fail.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*He reaches into a pocket and takes out a small knife meant for cutting fishing line and the like, slowly drawing the blade across the palm of his left hand, through one or two other cuts and humming faintly in pleasure.* How's it feel, to be composed of mortal flesh for the first time and subject to the sensations thereof?

And without individuality, beings can't really be called human at all.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[No, he sees absolutely nothing wrong with Albedo doing that in public.]

It is...odd, but not altogether unpleasant. I had never realized the small pleasures that can make up their days before.

No, they can't. It seems they must walk a line between appeasing others and being who they are.

Or at least most must.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

[my face when]

Where is the section on religion?

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[He points to a small wall in the back.]

You will find a selection of Bibles over there. I'm afraid there is no section for comparative religion, or any other, if that was what you were looking for.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

Nothing on Eastern religions? A shame.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

Any particular religion you were looking to read on.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

No, nothing specific. That is to say, I wouldn't know what I'm looking for.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Yet you know that you need look in books based around the East to find it.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

The influence of the Church doesn't extend to the godless lands of the East. I'd like to know what blocks that progress. It may be interesting.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[Oh-ho. He's quite familiar with using the Church as a point of power.]

When you say Church, which branch do you mean? The Catholics? Orthodox? Or perhaps some much more encompassing version?