02-13-2015, 06:58 PM
Caira had adventured there for answers, and even crash landed into the very library she searched for but now was challenged by a clerk whom asked slowly but aggressively, “Say, are you related to the fellow that was in here earlier?” she leaned in, examining Caira’s eyes with an expression laced with threatening suspicion, yet somehow observed her from a fearful distance. The Prime leaned backward ungracefully with her hand balancing over some small shards of glass that cracked under her weight and almost fell over a misplaced book as the sharp slivers protruded into her gauntlet. The woman before her sent a strange sensation of intimidation into Caira, synthetically intangible as it was not a sense of true fear, but imitated one well. The fact that it was as though she was the first person to walk into the library in years, and yet this was quite evidently, not the case as more bustling feet had followed the clerk’s scamper. Perhaps the energy emitted from the clerk’s eyes was a strange intention of defense the woman put up, a wall without walls.. A dark mirror of what the clerk felt for Caira.
But her purple eyes could not escape the trembling trepidation she felt bubbling within her, adversely opposed to the woman’s eyes looking ominous and would not leave her own. The enchantment worked as a charm, a defense that dissuaded any idea for attack. Caira felt herself ready for battle- the woman’s spell didn’t work the way it was intended to on Caira, whom was genetically accustomed and poised for battle and adversity, fear would cause a battle to ensue to those whom were irrational. Something close to hysteria hinted and screamed within her, as Caira became more sure this was a test of judgement, one she felt she would fail as the suspense of her frozen posture caused her to tense and her muscles to prepare for attack. I suspect it ends when eye contact is broken, her thoughts fought the deluging effects of the unnamed spell.
The more she strained her eyes to leave the clerk’s, the more she found their reluctancy. Caira heard a beckoning question from TBG, a distant and muffled question about her current state, she seized the moment as her hand quickly flashed in front of her face, moving on its own and was waved to disrupt whatever spell that had been cast. Caira was able to breathe freely again, and realigned the crooked sunglasses over her eyes once more. “Yeah,” Caira’s voice echoed to TBG but could not see her current location.
“Hmm, I suppose not.” The sorceress said finally, so much time had gone in the few minutes this had occurred in, Caira blinked in the prolonged silence and the clerk pretended she hadn’t just enchanted Caira, whom responded with a scowl of anguish as the clerk relinquished the silence held over the both of them. “Only strong mages are able to break enchantments like that.”
Caira was flummoxed, first an attack and now a complement? Though.. I did break the nice window she had there... The Prime was sure that the clerk had heard the spectacled woman announce loudly (in the once quiet library) that she had no knowledge of her own ‘mage’ descent. The time had gone by, a crowd formed in a crescent behind the clerk whom signaled to the window Caira had obliterated with her arrival. The gesture implied that the clerk had assumed the worst about her invasion, but now could read the opposite was the truth.
Caira nodded obediently. “Sorry about the window. I’ll fix it immediately.” She had jumped to the highest platform, (Basic Jump) and on the shelf-perch summoned a beautifully detailed stained glass, one that would fit the triangle she had ruptured. Caira poked her head out the window, looking for TBG, “If you’re gonna fly in, I’d do it now, otherwise.. I have a good idea as to where the doors are.” With a smile she waited as she conjured the glass. It fell into place as though it were a piece of a decorous puzzle, and replaced the sickly green shards with a rainbow of incandescent glass casting rays of hued light.
Caira had just enough time to place the replacement window before the stability she had gained from balancing on the bookshelf had responded to her weight and phased out from underneath her. She clattered into the ground once more, this time gaining slight abrasions from the glass that crunched underfoot.
Caira rose from her kneed position, she had fallen this time, more delicately, but she brushed the glass from her knee as though it were sand, revealing a small scrape wound.
“It’s not the same.” The clerk observed, eyes on the glass window, and then they looked upward at the beauteous roof, with a sharpened tongue she paused, almost repressing the urge to scold Caira.
Caira smiled, one that transcended the situation and murmured in a low voice, “That’s the beauty of it. It doesn’t have to be...
Now I take it you aren’t the librarian...”
....
The clerk scrolled the isles of wooden shelves with ease, and spoke that she might find him hanging around here. Caira nodded and offered a hint of gratitude, which the clerk responded with an agitated twitch of her eye and a smirk. “He usually swings around over here..” With that, her aggressor had left and the crowd dispersed around the authority of the woman.
The Prime waited some time as she examined the many books from the isles. Finally a orange creature swooped over her, as though it had come from the sky and landed nimbly in front of her position. Caira looked at it, where it expectantly reciprocated her stare. It had human-like features however was quite evidently a beast. The primate cocked his head to the side in patient waiting. Until Caira finally stammered, “Might you be the librarian?”
The orangutang greeted her with a chimp-like smile and bobbed his head. Nothing was as it seemed.
“I hope I might ask you a question?” He was a peculiar fellow whom wordlessly handed her a book without pages and watched her intently.
The girl’s feet shifted beneath her as her eyes narrowed with suspicion. Perhaps this is a game? She pressed the book to her lips and whispered to the cover inaudibly. The beast remarked with surprised, as suddenly the empty cover of a book sprouted into a blooming pink flower. A scream left the Prime’s lips and she dropped it, extremely startled despite the prior knowledge that this place was one of magic.
The Librarian clapped his hands with joy and with an exaggerated “eeck!” he picked it up and it became a book with pages once more. Caira leaned in, intrigued and distracted from the previous negative notes, “How did you do that!” on her lips, a child-like smile curved with the words.
The Librarian did not like her scream and pointed with the primate’s long and dexterous fingers directed to a sign hung above him announcing:
1.Silence
2.Books must be returned no later than the last date shown
3.Do not meddle with the nature of causality
She looked at the third one, the context applied to wizards and mages alike. Usually, applying the knowledge she knew about magic, spells could be undone by something stupidly redundant and easy but in another way, difficult to execute or preform.
“Ah, sorry,” her voice muttered as her face still flushed with a touch of color from the shock and the creature flexed the pages in his hand. The book, a lifeless solid.
The Librarian made some movements and exaggerated gestures for a moment, that she felt pertained to the flower/book cover, however had no way to interpret the creature’s surd form of speech. Then he pointed to her, and she shook her head, “No, no, I didn’t mean to scream or startle anyone. Rule one- but don’t throw me out just yet..” she protested with a wavering voice. The orangutang shook his head in disapproval and was disappointed she hadn’t understood.
This time, the hand of the beast grasped a book taken from a nearby shelf, and held it out in a way that seemed to ask her Are you here for a specific book?
Caira was relieved for a moment, she thought she understood what this meant as she leaned in and whispered her purpose in a portent voice, her eyes resembled tears of the Nexus, perpetually infinite yet almost ready to flow. “Might there be some way to meet Omni face to face, I have some questions I need to ask him?”
The Librarian nodded up and down, so as to say (which Caira interpreted as) Depends the sort of questions that you have?
The female Prime gleamed with excitement. “I would like to meet Omni, well... Again, and I’m glad to hear that you think it is possible.” Perhaps she was just interpreting what the chimp said with his hand movements, the way she wanted to.
The orangutang gave her a long hard look with his apelike features and dark round eyes, then he did some flamboyant gestures that incorporated the flailing of his arms. Answers or comments Caira couldn’t read for the life of her, but as she strived to understand, and finally felt like there was a shot the primate suddenly stopped and ventured down some of the bookshelves to offer her a few books.
As the stack grew in size, she wondered if he had a name, and realized if she had asked she still wouldn’t know the answer. As she treaded closely behind, her optimism making her smile, suddenly faltered with her step. If there is a way to Omni- and there must be- (for she had already met him once) why didn’t he go there? To allow him to be able to talk. Though it wasn’t like she expected Omni to be a genie and grant every one’s wish. That was what Omnilium was for, the currency he created that does aid for everyone.
“It must be a difficult task, to reach him if you are handing all of these books to me.” Caira said in a low voice, and shuffled around with a towering pile of pages that went just over her shoulders and tilted off-balance, threatening to fall with her every step.
When it seemed like he was finished, Caira had in her hand ten books, well eleven after she had picked one up that was called Greek Mythology.
The orangutang was about to leave her but she protested, feeling more victimized than helped, “Excuse me- er.. Will I be able to find the answers if I read the books that you gave me?” Or will I just have more questions? Or is this whole thing a spoof? Doubt filtered into her mind, Is it even possible?
The orangutang made a few movements, his fingers twitched and his shoulders offered a shrug, Caira interpreted his movement into words, Perhaps if you look hard enough. She would have preferred a nuncupative response rather than thousands of pages of books, however if this was what it took to find Omni- if it could be done- she felt as though this were the right way.
The orangutang sauntered around looking for another Prime to help, (leaving Caira to her stack) perhaps if TBG had any questions, she could get more answers than books that Caira had obtained.
Each title of the books seemed as though they were from a completely different topic, and they were all of assorted genres:
“Greek Mythology,
Of Mages and Spells,
Historical Improvements of the Omniverse and its Historical People,
Of Myths and Mythos: Legends of the Verses,
Of Creatures, Beings, and Relations,
Traveling Through Dreams: Spirit Walking,
Combat Throughout the Ages and Omniverse,
A Nexus of Mysteries,
Technologies and Rise of Coruscant Era,
A Tangled Web,
All About Omni.”
Caira expressed a hopeless sigh, if there was a connection between all these other than the dense weight of the many pages each had, it would take some time to find it, not to mention interosculate it all into a single common denominator.
A stamp fell upon the lines in the back of the book, haunting the great ceiling with a sound that imitated a gavel and amplified with the heightened authority of the tall wooden desk. The embossed page engraved characters, ones that looked almost too abstract to be a date, marked in fading black ink. Her eyes followed the bindings of the books she had taken out. How would she carry all of these?
As if answering her question, a magical book bag was given to her by the person whom had stamped the numerous books. “We normally don’t allow this many books to leave at one time. But fellow Mages must look after one another, and I’m sure you’ll take great care of each one. Here’s a bag with a protection spell for you.” To Caira’s surprise the bag made the weight of the books almost nil, and she hefted only the large size of the dark colored side bag over her hip, searching for TBG.
But her purple eyes could not escape the trembling trepidation she felt bubbling within her, adversely opposed to the woman’s eyes looking ominous and would not leave her own. The enchantment worked as a charm, a defense that dissuaded any idea for attack. Caira felt herself ready for battle- the woman’s spell didn’t work the way it was intended to on Caira, whom was genetically accustomed and poised for battle and adversity, fear would cause a battle to ensue to those whom were irrational. Something close to hysteria hinted and screamed within her, as Caira became more sure this was a test of judgement, one she felt she would fail as the suspense of her frozen posture caused her to tense and her muscles to prepare for attack. I suspect it ends when eye contact is broken, her thoughts fought the deluging effects of the unnamed spell.
The more she strained her eyes to leave the clerk’s, the more she found their reluctancy. Caira heard a beckoning question from TBG, a distant and muffled question about her current state, she seized the moment as her hand quickly flashed in front of her face, moving on its own and was waved to disrupt whatever spell that had been cast. Caira was able to breathe freely again, and realigned the crooked sunglasses over her eyes once more. “Yeah,” Caira’s voice echoed to TBG but could not see her current location.
“Hmm, I suppose not.” The sorceress said finally, so much time had gone in the few minutes this had occurred in, Caira blinked in the prolonged silence and the clerk pretended she hadn’t just enchanted Caira, whom responded with a scowl of anguish as the clerk relinquished the silence held over the both of them. “Only strong mages are able to break enchantments like that.”
Caira was flummoxed, first an attack and now a complement? Though.. I did break the nice window she had there... The Prime was sure that the clerk had heard the spectacled woman announce loudly (in the once quiet library) that she had no knowledge of her own ‘mage’ descent. The time had gone by, a crowd formed in a crescent behind the clerk whom signaled to the window Caira had obliterated with her arrival. The gesture implied that the clerk had assumed the worst about her invasion, but now could read the opposite was the truth.
Caira nodded obediently. “Sorry about the window. I’ll fix it immediately.” She had jumped to the highest platform, (Basic Jump) and on the shelf-perch summoned a beautifully detailed stained glass, one that would fit the triangle she had ruptured. Caira poked her head out the window, looking for TBG, “If you’re gonna fly in, I’d do it now, otherwise.. I have a good idea as to where the doors are.” With a smile she waited as she conjured the glass. It fell into place as though it were a piece of a decorous puzzle, and replaced the sickly green shards with a rainbow of incandescent glass casting rays of hued light.
Caira had just enough time to place the replacement window before the stability she had gained from balancing on the bookshelf had responded to her weight and phased out from underneath her. She clattered into the ground once more, this time gaining slight abrasions from the glass that crunched underfoot.
Caira rose from her kneed position, she had fallen this time, more delicately, but she brushed the glass from her knee as though it were sand, revealing a small scrape wound.
“It’s not the same.” The clerk observed, eyes on the glass window, and then they looked upward at the beauteous roof, with a sharpened tongue she paused, almost repressing the urge to scold Caira.
Caira smiled, one that transcended the situation and murmured in a low voice, “That’s the beauty of it. It doesn’t have to be...
Now I take it you aren’t the librarian...”
....
The clerk scrolled the isles of wooden shelves with ease, and spoke that she might find him hanging around here. Caira nodded and offered a hint of gratitude, which the clerk responded with an agitated twitch of her eye and a smirk. “He usually swings around over here..” With that, her aggressor had left and the crowd dispersed around the authority of the woman.
The Prime waited some time as she examined the many books from the isles. Finally a orange creature swooped over her, as though it had come from the sky and landed nimbly in front of her position. Caira looked at it, where it expectantly reciprocated her stare. It had human-like features however was quite evidently a beast. The primate cocked his head to the side in patient waiting. Until Caira finally stammered, “Might you be the librarian?”
The orangutang greeted her with a chimp-like smile and bobbed his head. Nothing was as it seemed.
“I hope I might ask you a question?” He was a peculiar fellow whom wordlessly handed her a book without pages and watched her intently.
The girl’s feet shifted beneath her as her eyes narrowed with suspicion. Perhaps this is a game? She pressed the book to her lips and whispered to the cover inaudibly. The beast remarked with surprised, as suddenly the empty cover of a book sprouted into a blooming pink flower. A scream left the Prime’s lips and she dropped it, extremely startled despite the prior knowledge that this place was one of magic.
The Librarian clapped his hands with joy and with an exaggerated “eeck!” he picked it up and it became a book with pages once more. Caira leaned in, intrigued and distracted from the previous negative notes, “How did you do that!” on her lips, a child-like smile curved with the words.
The Librarian did not like her scream and pointed with the primate’s long and dexterous fingers directed to a sign hung above him announcing:
1.Silence
2.Books must be returned no later than the last date shown
3.Do not meddle with the nature of causality
She looked at the third one, the context applied to wizards and mages alike. Usually, applying the knowledge she knew about magic, spells could be undone by something stupidly redundant and easy but in another way, difficult to execute or preform.
“Ah, sorry,” her voice muttered as her face still flushed with a touch of color from the shock and the creature flexed the pages in his hand. The book, a lifeless solid.
The Librarian made some movements and exaggerated gestures for a moment, that she felt pertained to the flower/book cover, however had no way to interpret the creature’s surd form of speech. Then he pointed to her, and she shook her head, “No, no, I didn’t mean to scream or startle anyone. Rule one- but don’t throw me out just yet..” she protested with a wavering voice. The orangutang shook his head in disapproval and was disappointed she hadn’t understood.
This time, the hand of the beast grasped a book taken from a nearby shelf, and held it out in a way that seemed to ask her Are you here for a specific book?
Caira was relieved for a moment, she thought she understood what this meant as she leaned in and whispered her purpose in a portent voice, her eyes resembled tears of the Nexus, perpetually infinite yet almost ready to flow. “Might there be some way to meet Omni face to face, I have some questions I need to ask him?”
The Librarian nodded up and down, so as to say (which Caira interpreted as) Depends the sort of questions that you have?
The female Prime gleamed with excitement. “I would like to meet Omni, well... Again, and I’m glad to hear that you think it is possible.” Perhaps she was just interpreting what the chimp said with his hand movements, the way she wanted to.
The orangutang gave her a long hard look with his apelike features and dark round eyes, then he did some flamboyant gestures that incorporated the flailing of his arms. Answers or comments Caira couldn’t read for the life of her, but as she strived to understand, and finally felt like there was a shot the primate suddenly stopped and ventured down some of the bookshelves to offer her a few books.
As the stack grew in size, she wondered if he had a name, and realized if she had asked she still wouldn’t know the answer. As she treaded closely behind, her optimism making her smile, suddenly faltered with her step. If there is a way to Omni- and there must be- (for she had already met him once) why didn’t he go there? To allow him to be able to talk. Though it wasn’t like she expected Omni to be a genie and grant every one’s wish. That was what Omnilium was for, the currency he created that does aid for everyone.
“It must be a difficult task, to reach him if you are handing all of these books to me.” Caira said in a low voice, and shuffled around with a towering pile of pages that went just over her shoulders and tilted off-balance, threatening to fall with her every step.
When it seemed like he was finished, Caira had in her hand ten books, well eleven after she had picked one up that was called Greek Mythology.
The orangutang was about to leave her but she protested, feeling more victimized than helped, “Excuse me- er.. Will I be able to find the answers if I read the books that you gave me?” Or will I just have more questions? Or is this whole thing a spoof? Doubt filtered into her mind, Is it even possible?
The orangutang made a few movements, his fingers twitched and his shoulders offered a shrug, Caira interpreted his movement into words, Perhaps if you look hard enough. She would have preferred a nuncupative response rather than thousands of pages of books, however if this was what it took to find Omni- if it could be done- she felt as though this were the right way.
The orangutang sauntered around looking for another Prime to help, (leaving Caira to her stack) perhaps if TBG had any questions, she could get more answers than books that Caira had obtained.
Each title of the books seemed as though they were from a completely different topic, and they were all of assorted genres:
“Greek Mythology,
Of Mages and Spells,
Historical Improvements of the Omniverse and its Historical People,
Of Myths and Mythos: Legends of the Verses,
Of Creatures, Beings, and Relations,
Traveling Through Dreams: Spirit Walking,
Combat Throughout the Ages and Omniverse,
A Nexus of Mysteries,
Technologies and Rise of Coruscant Era,
A Tangled Web,
All About Omni.”
Caira expressed a hopeless sigh, if there was a connection between all these other than the dense weight of the many pages each had, it would take some time to find it, not to mention interosculate it all into a single common denominator.
A stamp fell upon the lines in the back of the book, haunting the great ceiling with a sound that imitated a gavel and amplified with the heightened authority of the tall wooden desk. The embossed page engraved characters, ones that looked almost too abstract to be a date, marked in fading black ink. Her eyes followed the bindings of the books she had taken out. How would she carry all of these?
As if answering her question, a magical book bag was given to her by the person whom had stamped the numerous books. “We normally don’t allow this many books to leave at one time. But fellow Mages must look after one another, and I’m sure you’ll take great care of each one. Here’s a bag with a protection spell for you.” To Caira’s surprise the bag made the weight of the books almost nil, and she hefted only the large size of the dark colored side bag over her hip, searching for TBG.
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