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Post by sky on Nov 1, 2015 19:56:02 GMT -5
By no means was Zak an artist. He could somewhat draw birds and he could badly draw schematics and that was the end of it. However, as a person who felt determined to learn new skills, today he had decided to take a trip to the library to peruse their selection of illustrated botanical and ornithological books with the intent of doing some reproductions. Well, the desire to draw mixed with the fact that his parents had sent him a very nice moleskin sketchbook (alongside a few nice pencils, a crow quill pen, and a nice set of watercolors) for his birthday that had gathered enough dust in the past month to guilt him into finally using them. So, groggy and tired, Zak's day began with an abrupt awakening and a trip through the school.
After taking time to peruse the shelves of the non-fiction section, thumbing through what looked promising and sliding into place what didn't, Zak found himself with a selection of tolerable books with decent illustrations. He scanned the area for a secluded table and, upon finding one, placed both the heavy stack of books and his backpack on it.
A heavy yawn escaped his thin frame as he sat, and he paused to rub his eyes before reaching for his bag to pull out his book and pencils. He removed the elastic band that held it closed and tucked the scarlet bookmark into the back, flipping to the second page and setting a pencil on it. Taking a quick look at the books he had chosen, he thumbed his fingers over the names on the covers before pulling one heavily out from the bottom, using his knuckes to push the other weighty hardbacks back in lieu of using his other hand. He re-oriented it in front of him, the title Botanica North America quickly processed before he opened it to a random page and noted it in his sketchbook.
And then the drawing came, as he had planned. First he made his best impression of the drawing in front of him, his best being not that great. Then he drew a grid on his paper and superimposed an imaginary one on the book, finding it about as difficult. After a few other drawings and many more failed attempts, he sighed and realised that in his sleepiness he had forgotten that tracing paper might have helped.
So he left the library, leaving his things as they were, and headed back to his room, mild frustration ticking in the back of his head. He walked, fumbled with his keys, entered the room, fumbled more, found his pad of paper, attempted to clean off the dust and grime, failed, fumbled again, and returned. It had been a solid 15 minutes until he returned.
Scanning the library once again for his seat, mind now less tired but substantially more stressed and face decorated with a dark mark of grime wiped across his cheeks, he found himself having difficulty remembering what corner he had found his hidden spot in. And so, frustrated with himself, he entered the mass of Foresta's Library, intent set in mind.
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Post by Redgrim on Dec 1, 2015 23:06:08 GMT -5
Miller was becoming more on edge with every day that passed. There was just… something different about the safe haven that the being just couldn’t put his finger on. Perhaps it was just him considering all that had happened in the past. He had been back at school for a good couple of months, but yet he still hadn’t quite gotten over the barn incident as well as the court procedure that transpired afterwards. Not only that, he had an uncanny feeling that he was being watched. Who was watching him though was his biggest question, one that he was most afraid of getting an answer to.
He had a list of possible suspects, but there were too many to name. Not to mention that he was also factoring in spies he didn’t know of. He knew it wasn’t the demonic children that constantly hassled him, they were always fairly unsubtle with their approaches. No, it had to be someone sent in by the scientists. It was always the scientists.
In order to avoid another day of being hounded by his stalker, he skipped out on a stakeout in his own room and snuck out toward the one place no one would ever expect him to go, the library. It was an area he had a rather unpleasant history within, but with how his days have been going he’s had a bad experience in just about every corridor of Foresta.
He stealthy hid himself amongst the bookcases, trying to occupy his time for the remainder of the day. His classes were over and he was more than welcome to return to his dorm, but that is exactly where his spy would suspect him to go. He scanned the bookshelves, his eyes peering against titles he might have heard in passing, though never actually read. He was tempted to pluck one of the various bindings of knowledge from the displays, but every time he did he heard movement and scurried away.
It wasn’t until he noticed a familiar face passing by that his routine was broken. The boy from the hall that very eerily knew of him. He seemed to be just as curious as Miller was of the texts on display, though with his stellar skills in stealth he was able to keep out of the boy’s sight. It made the creature curious, who was this being and how did he know of Miller, yet the one armed wonder knew nothing of him? Perhaps he was the spy.
‘Dispose of him, we do not require more stresses in our life’ his other voice echoed in his mind.
“I don’t need your input” he whispered back to himself as he watched the other boy through the bookshelves, though dwelling in the dark like the creature of the night he is.
‘You still struggle, don’t you? We’ve passed the threshold already, what does it matter if he just becomes another victim of us? He’s clearly a threat, he knows of us. What more reason do you need?’
The beast began to scratch at his head irritatingly, as though he was trying to claw at the other voice within him. Of course, it didn’t quite work out as planned, but the most damage he did was some red stress marks, nothing more.
After Miller’s fit, the other student sat down and began sketching something. Miller couldn’t quite tell from his angle and the only way he’d get a better angle is if he moved in closer, but then he would have a higher likelihood of being caught. Considering the range of abilities that students had within the facility, he didn’t want to get on the boy’s bad side. Over time though, the boy left his position and left his workings behind. It was like low hanging fruit for Miller, so he took about five minutes to deduce whether or not he should take it. He eventually decided that the information he was jotting down would be more important than the risk of being caught by him, so he sprang into action.
He swiftly navigated through the maze that was the library and began to sift through the other boy’s paper. With his specially crafted glove (that was unknowingly to him the work of Zak) he did so without hesitation and no fear of papercuts. His bulbous black peepers analyzed the pages, which caused him to quirk his head slightly. They looked to be… sketches of plant life? Rather poor ones at that. The being continued to tilt and readjust its angle to figure out what exactly he was looking at.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2016 18:22:13 GMT -5
Sheridan vaguely sensed a doorway to his right as he walked through the school. "Let's check it out, bud," he murmured to his dog. Ash obeyed, leading his master into the vast room. The musty scent of paper reached Sheridan's nose. A scent he hadn't encountered in a long time, almost forgotten--a library. Holding his head high, he shuffled his way into the library. He did his usual mental check of how many footsteps it took, for future reference. He briefly wondered if there were books written in Braille here. If there were, then he could continue his research on Nadie's magic. She had never told nor shown him the full extent of her abilities. But, seeing as she was an excellent teacher--the best he would ever have--he knew she'd had to be powerful.
He heard the soft rustling of paper and the scratch of a pencil. Someone else was here. Another scent...metal? That made two people.
Sensing his friend's uncertainty, Ash pressed closer to Sheridan's side, a silent gesture of reassurance. The boy sighed, bracing himself. "Hello?" he called out, not too quietly. This was why he despised the sound of his own voice. His emotion, clear for any to hear.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 16:06:32 GMT -5
'Okay, let's sum this up: we have the dorms, the auditorium, students' lounge and dining hall visited so far-'
'And we won't be able to find our way to them by tommorrow, I bet.' Iza cut her twin off with a practical remark. 'We should have at least jotted down few tips on how to get from point A to point B while we explored.'
'We can do that after we get back to the dorm, can't we?' Provided we can get back.' Nami remembered.
As soon as they've unpacked their things, they were out the dorm, exploring the castle, their last stop being in front of those woodden doors that turned out to lead to the giant room filled with bookshelves and small tables here and there, added like an afterthought of the room's designer.
A library had this aura of seriousness and wisdom that made you lower your voice, and that was what the twins did, exchanging their commentary regarding their first trip in a hushed tone, while looking around in search for a librarian or a wisdom-thirsty reader.
'Can't you feel anything?' Iza finally asked, when they stopped at one of the many crossroads between the bookshelves.
'A lot, believe me. Like the fact the room could use some fresh air.' Still, Nami focused, closing her eyes, and took a breath, searching for abnormality in the paper-scented air. 'If we go to the right there is somebody breathing calm and... panting? A pet, maybe?'
'In a library?' Iza doubted it, but didn't interrupt anymore as her twin continued. Nami was rarely wrong, after all.
'And not far from the two, there is somebody breathing rather quickly and somebody breathing strange.'
'Strange?' Iza inquired. Through the years of her twin listening to the air-or maybe water in the air? Up till now she wasn't sure- Nami never described somebody's breathing as "strange". Quick, slow, shallow, irregular, raspy-but not "strange". Somehow, this made Iza more curious than wary.
'That's all we're gonna get without meeting them.' Nami said pointedly, opening her eyes. Iza sighed, but didn't oppose.
'I get it. Let's go meet somebody. Finally.'
Nami smiled a bright smile and took her sister's hand, leading them to where she felt the disturbance of air.
'Excuse-' '-us?' They asked, once a man with a dog came into their field of vision. As Nami noticed before, few shelves further there was a boy, looking around with an expression of mixed nervousness and frustration. The third-fourth, when counting the dog- occupant of the library seemed hidden from their eyes-for now, at least. Iza stopped herself from grimacing while Nami smiled cheerfully, their thought the same despite slightly different tone it possesed in each of their minds.
"This is going to be interesting."
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Post by sky on Feb 23, 2016 21:11:10 GMT -5
After a long-winded search for his seat (long winded being a relatively short period of time in his current scattered state), Zak finally meandered his way back to where his table was, behind shelf and sculpture and pillar and person. But when he got to the table, there was something off- someone had been touching his things. He sprinted back to his books to see a page flipped open to one it hadn't been before. Looking around rapidly, his eyes spotted four suspects- twin girls, a large man with a dog, and a mostly-hidden figure who had pressed themself behind a bookshelf as he rushed up. It was obvious who was most suspicious.
As three of the four attempted their greetings, Zak immediately stormed over towards the hidden student, flustered and frustrated, his cheeks reddening with each step. Sure, he didn't have anything private in his sketchbook, but his journal, which had been sitting directly under the stack of books, had countless private thoughts, notes, and information- held behind a small lock, sure, but with the residents of this school it wouldn't be hard to break into anyway.
"Did you see who touched my stuff?" he asked in frustration, looking to the twins and the male momentarily as he slowed down his pace to where he knew the other person was hiding. Zak paused, realising that, at a school for people with powers, suddenly popping in on someone who was potentially dangerous was an awful idea. He took a few steps back, clutching the pad of tracing paper as if it were a weapon, and asked, "Who's over there? I know you're there."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 21:25:21 GMT -5
Sheridan was caught off guard. The one who had been drawing had apparently discovered someone sifting through his papers or whatever they were. He heard said person running this way and that, trying to locate the one who'd invaded his privacy. Suddenly, angry and rapid footsteps approached his direction. While his body tensed like a drawn bowstring, Ash merely took a curious step toward the stranger. Sheridan's grip on the harness tightened--if his dog didn't see this kid as a threat, then neither would he.
He narrowed his sightless eyes at the direction of the voice's owner as he asked if Sheridan had seen who had rifled through his papers. Who was this little spitfire? He resisted the urge to give a rather nasty retort, reasoning that the artist, like most of humanity, was more blind than he was. "No, I didn't," he said shortly. He detected three presences nearby, a pair who had sounded like sisters as they had entered, and the third one who was clearly hiding from the boy, as evidenced by his questioning.
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Post by Redgrim on Feb 24, 2016 12:25:42 GMT -5
After realising that the poorly penciled portrait would get him no closer to the information that Miller sought, he moved on to the other books that were clearly displayed on the table. He flipped through the pages rapidly, briefly reading what each had to say and skipping whenever a word that he didn’t understand appeared. The books told him nothing. He shrugged them off and began to spy around the knapsack nearby, but as his night oriented eyes peeked into the zipper’s gap he heard a series of voices in the distance. They didn’t sound like Zak’s, but they could still blow his cover and lead his pursuer straight to him, so he cut his losses while he could and raced away to find another hiding spot, somewhere nearby so he could still observe his potential stalker.
With a mighty gallop, the bladed boy found refuge behind yet another wall of texts. He dove to the ground and attempted to keep still and blend in with his surroundings. Even then though, his glimmering animalistic eyes were still visible through the gap between shelves. He bit his lips shut as he noticed that every person in the library seemed to be converging into one area, including Zak, who did not appear to be enthused with Miller’s spying. In fact, his frustrated steps began to enclose on Miller’s location. His tiny heart began to pulsate at a rate that his body couldn’t keep up with, his teeth chattering in anxiety of being caught. Who knows what the boy would do if he knew that Miller was onto his scheme? He could just call in the scientists and have them intervene directly.
‘Kill him, he’s coming closer. He’ll rat us out to whoever he’s working for. Whatever he’s here to do, if he knows that we know what he’s doing they’ll have to scrap the mission, or worse’ the other voice informed Miller mentally.
As Zak asked around to the others for surveillance information, Miller had a very brief bout of relief. ‘He doesn’t know it was me, maybe it’s just coincidence he’s walking in this direction’ Miller thought back, though his own theory was not enough to break off the cold sweat dripping down his face.
Then Zak directed his next sentence toward Miller. ‘Where’s your theories now? He doesn’t know it’s us, there are too many witnesses, we run. We can out pace everyone in this room tenfold.’ For once, Miller had to agree with his other voice. It was the most viable option he had, though his knowledge of the environment was not impressive enough to maneuver through the maze without guidance, he was hoping the same could be said for the rest of them should they choose to pursue.
As the bird-boy continued to pace himself toward the hidden figure, Miller slowly began to raise himself from the ground until he was square on his feet once more. He placed his hand on the books that lined the shelves in front of him, using them as both a crutch and a diversion. He very quickly began to throw the texts onto the floor, a couple handfuls at that and then proceeded to sprint in the opposite direction, delving deeper into the labyrinth as the pile of books left behind acted as a road block. He dipped through a couple corners, trying to lose anyone who might’ve followed him as quickly as possible, but those who gave chase might still be able to catch up.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 18:20:08 GMT -5
Nami looked at a newcomer, clearly the owner of the things on the table, with interest, his behavior more amusing than threatening to her. While she was sure her twin thought the exact opposite, Iza didn't make any movement to burn the boy alive just yet, so Nami didn't focus to much on her sister's reactions, instead looking over the guide dog and its owner who finally spoke in a short, no-nonsense way to a question that might've hurt him, now that the twin noticed the hand gripping the dog's harness, a little hazy way the male looked at...no, scratch that. He looked through the boy, and Nami couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for disabled man. Nami then focused on rushed question of the boy with the bird-like characteristics. Before she could say that no, they've just gotten here and didn't notice anybody peruse the things laying on the table, the fourth person decided to make a rather loud exit, with throwing the books into a pile on the floor. Nami gasped softly, while Iza took over voicing their thoughts.
'Well, I guess now we know who touched your stuff. Though I didn't see him.Or the reason why he should look at your things or-'
'He threw books on the ground!' Nami sounded shocked, and Iza sighed,
'Yeah, that.'
'But, but-those are books!' Nami still couldn't get over the action. 'Who normal throw the books to the ground without no particular reason?'
'Nami. I doubt this school have one single person you could describe with adjective "normal". It's Foresta.' Iza let herself be amused at her sister's word's choice and forget about other occupants of the library. For a moment.
'I know, but-geez' Nami sighed in irritation before walking to the pile of the scattered books, kneeling down and picking them one by one. 'That's just cruel.'
'To the books?' iza asked, coming over to where her sister kneeled, if only to be close to her in case any of the strangers should prove agressive. Well, the boy seemed to be ready to burst, though she was sure that since none of them touched his for-some-reason-precious papers, she didn't have to worry about him leashing out. And the person...being...whatever it was that ran away, seemed to prefer flight to fight. Just in case Iza looked into the closest corridors between shelves.
Nope. Nothing; for some reason his...hers...its presence made her feel uncomfortable, like that one time she awoke from her white nightmare without Nami beside her, and freaked out thinking she was still in the lab. Even if Nami entered moments later, claiming to have gone let Pico out, Iza still couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort the memory of their separation brought. The sight of the blurred figure running away brought similar discomfort.
"Was it...?"
She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the boy and the blind man- he probably wasn't even in his twenties yet, but something seemed off about calling him a boy, even in her thoughts- that stayed with them in the room. Why did Nami not do that before she had to think about it?!
'Nice to meet you, since we've already greeted each other in such a firendly way.' she said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, with only partial success- she was less friendly of the twins and they didn't perform switches on their first meetings- most of the time, at least- after all.
Thankfully, her twin wasn't too engrossed in her task of gathering books, since she caught on her discomfort, and stood up, a pile of books in her arms.
'Right! I'm Nami and my sister is Iza, and we're new in Lyra- well, actually, we're new to the whole school so please treat us kindly~' she said with a small bow
'Maybe give them also our age and history, why not.' mumbled Iza but Nami got distraught by the books falling out of her arms during her presentation.
'Mou!' she then looked pleadingly at the other people in the room like she had known them for ages. Iza frowned inwardly at that. 'Can somebody please help me with these?'
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Post by sky on Mar 4, 2016 13:52:43 GMT -5
Zak's eyes shifted from the tall man to the twins as a cacophony of falling books thudded in front of him. He jumped. "Are you kidding me?" He grumbled to himself, almost immediately sprinting after the criminal. It seemed as though all of his hiking was paying off in this one moment as he tailed the still unknown figure.
"Need a little help!" he called behind him as he ran, right before he figured he would be out of reasonable distance from the three witnesses. He heard the two girls speaking, unsure of what they were saying. Noticing himself slowing down ever so slightly with his pondering, he cleared his mind and pushed forward once more, tossing the tracing paper behind him haphazardly.
Why did this have to happen to him? Not that he had any reason to think quite yet that anything of his had been stolen, but he hated people touching his things, and he hated the idea of someone unknown to him getting into his personal writings. As he ran, he realised that his leave might mean even more people would touch his things. This idea made him even more frustrated.
Hair sticking to his face, heavy clicking from the wooden soles of his shoes marking his pace and presence, Zak yelled after the escapee in frustration.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 14:51:39 GMT -5
Sheridan heard the boy dash off again, no doubt pursuing the thief, calling for assistance as he went. Pondering for a moment, he made up his mind and released Ash's harness. "Go help him out, bud. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
The wolfdog bolted off after the bird-boy obediently, knowing that his master would be able to take care of himself in his absence. Dodging a piece of paper that the boy had tossed behind him as he ran, Ash pulled up next to the male's side, and caught a glimpse of another running human ahead of them. The one they were chasing was large, as large as his master. His amber eyes widened in fear as he saw the gleam of a wicked blade that was--part of the human's arm? Sensing danger, Ash pulled ahead of the small human at his side and stopped in front of him, blocking his path. If this little-bird-human caught up with bladed-evasive-human, there could be trouble.
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Post by Redgrim on Mar 5, 2016 1:09:02 GMT -5
During the chase, Miller was able to take note of a couple things that might aid him in a successful getaway. The first was the fact that it seemed that the spy was the only one pursuing him, for the time being anyway. The twin girls seemed to be preoccupied with placing the books back in their original position, which wasn’t exactly how Miller expected the distraction to work, but he wasn’t going to complain about something actually working in his favour for once. Another aspect he had to take note of, Zak was keeping pace fairly well. It only made sense, if he was trained to spy and hunt Miller down then he would need to be top of the line. He even attempted to rally the other students in the library against the blade wielder, truly he was a rhetorical genius.
As the science experiment continued through the labyrinth of bookshelves, he chose his directions through pure randomness, not taking any moment to pause and decide. His head would tell him to go left, but he would go right regardless. The library had an unprecedented number of books and no doubt if Miller was the bookworm type he’d appreciate them more than just being a good diversion.
In due time, however, the naturally armed creature peered back in a swift motion, and began to notice that the animal that the other student had also gave chase. Miller didn’t like his odds against the four legged beast, knowing that dogs were naturally faster than he was. He had to get some sort of leverage over his pursuers then because it would only be a matter of time before the canine would outpace him. ‘Assert dominance if it gets close. The dog might be able to out speed us, but we can overpower it in mere seconds. A swift shot to one of its legs would put it out of commission. We can eventually lose the spy and sneak out of the library when the coast is clear’ his inner voice had suggested.
“Shut up, go away. I can handle this” Miller lightly growled as turned yet another corner and noticed that something had slowed his pursuers. Now was the time to make a plan. His line of vision quickly fixed upon one of the many shelves in front of him. His eyes darted to the tops of the units and just as quickly as he saw the peak he leapt at the shelf and began to climb, nimbly hopping up the levels. He was well acquainted with the general sturdiness of the aisles due to past encounters with the structures, most notably how he was the cause of a stack of them tumbling over like dominoes. This time around though, they seemed much more connected to the ground, probably bolted due to new regulations that Miller had directly influenced.
Like the mighty King Kong climbing the Empire State Building, Miller perched himself on the top in no time, the distance between him and the ceiling not exactly being the most comfortable, but again he was going to start complaining about it. ‘What do you expect to do now? Hide up here and hope that they don’t see us? This could make for a good vantage point. If any of them attempt to reach us we can drop on them easily, make short work of them.’ Miller continued to grasp at his head, as though he was experiencing a major migraine, like his brain was giving birth to a tumor whilst all of this was happening.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2016 18:14:52 GMT -5
'Yes, ignore us and run blindly after someone who obviously doesn't want to be discovered, why not. It's not like you know if he is dangerous or not, oh and obviously, you managed to check if he didn't steal something within two seconds you looked at your stuff, and now know why you even chase after him.' Iza grumbled silently, not really meaning to be heard-it wasn't her business what the bird-boy did, but his recklessness just irritiated her impossibly. But why... The being's running form unsettled her, and that made her more on edge than usually. She nodded to herself. Yes, that was it. She shouldn't let those feelings overpower her or something bad will happen... 'Really, what a-'
'Sis, be quiet, please, or I won't hear what is going on over there.' Nami put yet another book on the shelf, but Iza now noticed that her twin's eyes weren't focused on what her hands did at all-clear sign of her using her elemental abilities. 'The chased one is breathing higher than before-he climbed to the top of the shelf, I think?- and the other stopped his chase... or was stopped in his chase, something is panting in front of him... this is why you released your dog for, sir?' Younger twin looked, or at least turned her face, towards where the last person not giving a chase stood. Iza suddenly remembered that people with one of their senses disabled, developed others above the average-which meant the man could possibly hear their exchange... Yes, she definitely should calm down or she'll make some kind of fatal mistake soon.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2016 18:59:45 GMT -5
The sound of the sisters' rather loud exchange was easily heard by Sheridan. Arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, his sightless gray gaze seemed to look right through them. He directed his words at the girl who seemed to be the more rational of the two, answering her question. "I released Ash so he could make sure that kid don't get himself hurt. If he stopped him from runnin', then he must have had good reason to."
He shifted his feet, feeling uneasy without Ash around. His guide-dog was his eyes, and without him, the boy was, well . . . blind. But he knew that his loyal best friend would return soon enough--that was, assuming the kid hadn't gotten himself into more trouble. Returning his attention to the two young women that stood before him, Sheridan supposed that he should well introduce himself, as social decorum dictated. "I'm Sheridan. Who are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 14:14:22 GMT -5
'Iza and Nami Mawari. New Lyra students. Nice to meet you, I guess.' Iza said, not in the mood to let her younger twin spill their history to a stra-Sheridan; Okay, now at least, she got a name for him- and resigning from the sharp comment on them already introducing themselves before seemed like a small price. Nami's eyes still seemed a little unfocused, as she put the last of the books in place on the shelf, but younger twin didn't make any comment on the situation in other part of the library. Iza felt a little worried, but she'd rather not suggest checking the possibly dangerous situation out... 'Is Ash really enough to stop them from clashing, though?' asked Nami suddenly, and Iza looked at her in confusion. Who was Ash? Was it the name of the dog of the ma-Sheridan? He said it, so probably yes... 'The bird boy seemed furious.'
'For whatever reason...' murmured Iza, trying to stifle a snort at the nickname her sister gave-again, unconsciously and without any ill intention-to the boy they encountered before. She'll have to ask Nami to give nicknames to Sheridan and his dog later on...
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Post by sky on Mar 25, 2016 11:40:43 GMT -5
Zak watched as the mysterious person climbed up the shelves rapidly, his legs drawn to a sharp stop as the wolf-dog pulled in front of him. He groaned an threw his arms in the air, gesturing with his hand as the figure pulled themselves to the top of the shelf. "Come on, they're right there," he complained, wishing at this particular moment that his power extended beyond birds. Grumbling, considering returning to his things for a brief moment, he looked over his shoulder and back to the dog. His decision made, he skirted around the animal, sprinting to jump on the bookshelf himself.
All the time he spent running and climbing trees was to his credit, as he was able to make it most of the way up in no time, newly-made notches in the wood providing a good hand hold. Books scattering to the floor as he misplaced a hand, he promised himself he would speak to the librarians and rectify the mess later.
As he pulled his head above the top of the shelf, his eyes made contact with a glinting blade, and immediately he knew who it was. "Miller? What...?" His hands clenched at his head, the other boy looked distressed and dangerous. Zak wasn't sure if he wanted to risk being knocked off the shelf or some other awful fate, and began climbing down a few steps, Miller disappearing from view. "G-get down here!" he called hesitantly, uncertain if making any sort of demands was the proper action for the situation.
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