04-28-2017, 09:07 PM
Arle was brusquely shoved out of the way as an immense woman dressed in a tank-top and oil stained khakis rolled up to the librarian's desk. The ancient, mousy woman blinked up as the newcomer slapped heavy, weary hands on the ancient wood of the desk. Before the Dalaran native could inquire as to her guest's needs, the tall woman spoke.
"I need every single star chart and astronomical almanac you have for the Omniverse." said the heavily-built woman. Her skin was of brown complexion, and further darkened by a web of black tattoos. Short, woven strands of hair fell loosely down to the nape of her neck, and a hearty fire burned in her eyes. Millie Deberzi, otherwise known as Leviathan, was on a mission: there seemed to be something in the Omniverse that almost no one knew about or payed attention to, but could potentially reveal an immense amount of information. If no one else wanted to capitalize on this vacuum of intel, then she would be happy to reap the rewards of an enterprising mind. Luckily for Leviathan, she had both the intelligence and the bravado to capitalize on it.
As the librarian leafed through her ledger of available titles, Leviathan glanced down at the comparatively demure figure of Arle. Millie didn't know this tiny girl was a Prime, but she didn't know that she wasn't either. Granted, a lot of people dressed in an exceedingly ornate fashion on Dalaran, but something about the girl just sort of struck Millie as...fresh. Maybe it was the wide-eyed look of compounded (but suppressed) confusion and panic. Judging by the spring of her hair, she had also been glancing at Millie a moment before Leviathan looked down at her. A slight chap on her lips indicated recent high wind velocities over her face, potentially hinting at aerial travel, and the cuticles of her fingernails-
Leviathan took a deep breath and slowed down her thoughts as the librarian returned to the main desk. Even after a year, her mind could still take off on a tangent of information gathering that was more than a little overwhelming. Millie would be lying if she said that she didn't kind of enjoy it, but it could still be problematic at times.
"We have three books on the subject-"
"THREE? Three." Millie said, slapping the desk in disbelief and gesturing at the seemingly infinite selection around them. The librarian blinked slowly.
"...Three books on the subject, which I can have delivered to a desk for you. Take this service tag, please." The librarian said, handing Millie a small purple rectangle with an arcane symbol on it. A quick deduction inferred to the mercenary that it would be used by a courier of the library to pinpoint the location for dropping off her order. Millie rand splayed fingers through her hair before taking a brave breath. She plucked the service tag out of the scrunchy librarian's brittle fingers and stormed off, but not before glancing back at Arle and muttering "Nice skirt."
...
Arle still wasn't exactly sure how to proceed in her current situation, but seeing someone else learn the basic procedure around here was certainly helpful. She was in the midst of trying to figure out what her own quest for knowledge should entail when she felt a small brushing around her legs. She stifled a yelp as she glanced down to see a handsome black cat weaving his way between her feet. He glanced up at her once and offered a small meow of greeting before jumping up onto the desk and staring straight at her.
He was a black cat, of medium size and of glossy coat. Patient but yearning green eyes stared intently at Arle as his tail flicked slowly left and right. A few scattered hairs of wizened silver graced his puffed chest, indicating, perhaps, that he was starting to get a bit on in feline years. Purring ensued. Arle's next plan of action was obvious, and he knew this: pet the kitty. Of course she would pet the kitty. He was a kitty and he was meant to be pet. He could not possibly make this any easier for her.
"I need every single star chart and astronomical almanac you have for the Omniverse." said the heavily-built woman. Her skin was of brown complexion, and further darkened by a web of black tattoos. Short, woven strands of hair fell loosely down to the nape of her neck, and a hearty fire burned in her eyes. Millie Deberzi, otherwise known as Leviathan, was on a mission: there seemed to be something in the Omniverse that almost no one knew about or payed attention to, but could potentially reveal an immense amount of information. If no one else wanted to capitalize on this vacuum of intel, then she would be happy to reap the rewards of an enterprising mind. Luckily for Leviathan, she had both the intelligence and the bravado to capitalize on it.
As the librarian leafed through her ledger of available titles, Leviathan glanced down at the comparatively demure figure of Arle. Millie didn't know this tiny girl was a Prime, but she didn't know that she wasn't either. Granted, a lot of people dressed in an exceedingly ornate fashion on Dalaran, but something about the girl just sort of struck Millie as...fresh. Maybe it was the wide-eyed look of compounded (but suppressed) confusion and panic. Judging by the spring of her hair, she had also been glancing at Millie a moment before Leviathan looked down at her. A slight chap on her lips indicated recent high wind velocities over her face, potentially hinting at aerial travel, and the cuticles of her fingernails-
Leviathan took a deep breath and slowed down her thoughts as the librarian returned to the main desk. Even after a year, her mind could still take off on a tangent of information gathering that was more than a little overwhelming. Millie would be lying if she said that she didn't kind of enjoy it, but it could still be problematic at times.
"We have three books on the subject-"
"THREE? Three." Millie said, slapping the desk in disbelief and gesturing at the seemingly infinite selection around them. The librarian blinked slowly.
"...Three books on the subject, which I can have delivered to a desk for you. Take this service tag, please." The librarian said, handing Millie a small purple rectangle with an arcane symbol on it. A quick deduction inferred to the mercenary that it would be used by a courier of the library to pinpoint the location for dropping off her order. Millie rand splayed fingers through her hair before taking a brave breath. She plucked the service tag out of the scrunchy librarian's brittle fingers and stormed off, but not before glancing back at Arle and muttering "Nice skirt."
...
Arle still wasn't exactly sure how to proceed in her current situation, but seeing someone else learn the basic procedure around here was certainly helpful. She was in the midst of trying to figure out what her own quest for knowledge should entail when she felt a small brushing around her legs. She stifled a yelp as she glanced down to see a handsome black cat weaving his way between her feet. He glanced up at her once and offered a small meow of greeting before jumping up onto the desk and staring straight at her.
He was a black cat, of medium size and of glossy coat. Patient but yearning green eyes stared intently at Arle as his tail flicked slowly left and right. A few scattered hairs of wizened silver graced his puffed chest, indicating, perhaps, that he was starting to get a bit on in feline years. Purring ensued. Arle's next plan of action was obvious, and he knew this: pet the kitty. Of course she would pet the kitty. He was a kitty and he was meant to be pet. He could not possibly make this any easier for her.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued