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Insonmia: A Blessing; (for anyone)
Topic Started: Thu Apr 17, 2008 1:37 am (629 Views)
Markus Aryan
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Markus blinked, blinked, and blinked again, forcing the sleep from his eyes as he stared at a large black book with very fine print. He was sure that he wasn't learning anything in his current state, but any state was better than sleeping he always assumed. His eyes scanned the big black book, line for line, while his mind raced to follow. He sighed heavily, looking up from the book only for a moment to see who else remained in the library. He was sitting at one of the many tables sprawled out in the middle of the room. He hadn't chosen this table on purpose; the other tables were filled when he arrived earlier in the day. But now, it was well past the day, and surprisingly, he found that they didn't close and lock their doors, only a few die-hards stayed. A few librarians rushed from place to place, silently stalking the rows of shelves, probably looking for people to help, and probably finding none.

Markus wanted to return to the book, however, he knew that it was pointless. Every word that he read by this point would be drowned in his fatigue and forgotten after a fitful night of horrors. He hurled a silent curse at his old god for being unfaithful and then brooded in the conjured anger. During times before his arrival at Imythess, he would've called his god, Savior of the Weak, God of Peace, and other sacred titles. He glared at the book and thought of what he called his old god now:

Unfaithful

The word rang for a moment in Markus' mind and then disappeared among thoughts that he didn't take time to sift through. He sighed again and looked around. The place was almost deserted, save the librarians. He wondered to himself if this place worked like a bar; the guy alone in the middle of the room was surely a target for conversation. But then, he realized he wasn't in a bar and, for that matter, there was none to converse with in the room. So, he tossed the book on the table lightly and looked at the stack of books he'd found interesting. He picked one up, inspected the over and cracked it open and forced himself to spend more time awake and into study. He smiled, maybe someone would come; he wasn't praying though. He knew that wouldn't work.
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Ornell
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With her own resources and place now out of her grasp, Ornell had taken to wandering a bit, both mentally due to the lack of connection with Lady Era and physically she would just start walking. She had been thinking about where she would find a place, but she had liked her home in the Temple of Fire... She sighed and looked around. Books, they would help. There was always such interesting things in books. The ones she owned though, those had been in the temple and now that was out of reach.

She reached for a book and idly flipped through th pages as she walked along. Finding nothing of interest she set the text down on a table near by and looked around. A few people were about. Valen was in here somewhere, most likely making his way easily through every text he could lay his claws on, well... hands. He was in his human form right now.

It was late, but she was reluctant to go to sleep. Those nightmares seemed to be getting closer and closer to reality, as if they were trying to become real... She shook herself and shoved that thought away. That was foolishness. Utter imagination. Still though, it was frightening...

She suddenly had the urge to speak to someone. Valen wasn't in sight and the librarian who picked up the book she had abandoned gave her such a look that she turned away from him and when another way. She wasn't paying enough attention and when she went around one table the sheath of one of her blades bumped a stack of books near a human who had just opened one of the books. The stack promptly toppled over and Ornell attempted to stop it failed.

"I'm sorry! Here..." She said, feeling awkward as she got down on her knees to rescue the fallen texts. Stacking them on the corner of the table above her.
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Markus' attempted to blink away the sleep again, an instant after opening the book, but had found himself unable to do so. He had finally given in, his head drooped and his eyes slid shut, losing sight of the book in his lap. He grumbled, fearful of what followed. Within a matter of seconds, the sight of the book rushed back into his view as the books he had stacked near him fell to the floor. He looked around, startled and embarassed, assuming he'd done it himself. However, after another moment he realized that a woman was apologizing and picking them up. Without saying anything, he helped pick up the likes of twenty books that he'd gathered and set them on the table.

"No reason to be sorry." He said, continuing to pick up books. "Thank you though, that was really unnecessary; I um," Markus paused for a moment, looking for a way to excuse her, "shouldn't have stacked them or put them so close to the table." He smiled, hoping that she would not blame herself for the mishap. He mechanically closed the book in his lap and set it on the table; hoping that he wouldn't need it now that some potential company had come his way. He though about what he'd just said to himself about praying and wondered if the gods had actually heard his bitter remark. In his mind he cursed himself for even considering it and declared it coincidence.

Markus hadn't noticed her before and wasn't exactly sure, now that all the books were off the floor and back onto the table, how to keep her from leaving. He then felt a slight pang of guilt, considering his own loneliness over her well-being and asked, "Are you alright?"

It was an odd question, now that he thought about it. Surely she hadn't hurt herself by knocking over books. Perhaps he meant more than just physically, after all, she was alone and seemed as restless as he. He smiled at her and offered her a hand.
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Piter set a claw into the corner of a page and turned it, finding the spell at last. It was a simple one, and should not prove too difficult. The point of it was to create a shower of sparks, used for various tasks. He looked at a candle, it's wick not yet lit. Piter shrugged and read the part, getting ready. He glanced at the incantation once more before pointing to the wick with a paw. He closed the paw into a small, furry, fist and opened it quickly, sending out a solitary spark. He grunted at the failure.

Piter muttered to himself while he reread the passage. It would appear as a very odd sight, a ginger cat sitting on a table, talking to itself. Much less reading a spellbook. Nobody was around, however. He had made sure to find a table out of sight of the other readers. Piter tried once more before cursing and giving up, closing the book and pushing it onto the ground with one leg. He hopped off the table and walked out into the main reading area, taking a short break.

The cat immediately spotted a man reding, with a stack of books. He began walking over to the human when somebody beat him to it. A girl walked in front of the cat, sending him under a chair to dodge feet. She knocked over a stack a books and tried to apologize, picking them up. Piter watched the man's reaction, offering her a hand.

The cat smiled to itself and walked over to the two of them, looking at the two with shimmering green eyes. He gave a feeble meow and pretended to be hurt, limping with one leg. He meowed again and stumbled his way towards the girl.

How he loved acting.
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((OOC: sorry for the shortness!))

Ornell felt awkward on the floor once all the books had been gathered once more. She got to her feet and dusted herself off automatically, used to the desert sands of what she had called her home. She blinked at his question as she had been just about to excuse herself. Looking at him she wondered... but there was no reason not to speak with this man. She didn't care who she spoke to or what her distraction was after all. She smiled at him. "I'm fine, thank you. I was more worried I had interrupted you in your task." She motioned to the books and out of the corner of her eye she saw a cat.

What a lame cat was doing in a library escaped her for a moment, but then she realized it probably belonged here. Cats were pets after all and as a lawful being from a lawfully inclined being, the cat couldn't possibly be a stray. Besides, she didn’t do well with animals. The little fuzzy thing that had tried to follow her around and was clingy had quickly become a cinder after less then a day. Deciding that it wasn’t her problem she turned her attention back to the stranger. If there was any sort of awkward silence though, she was going to have to excuse herself.
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(OOC: It's alright, mine's a shortie too!)

Markus noticed the cat before he was able to say anything to her; but, feeling like if he didn’t say something he would make her feel awkward, he chose to ignore the ginger cat for a moment. He looked up at her and laughed quietly and replied, “My task? I believe my main task at the moment is to stay awake, so I should probably thank you for helping me. I’m,” he paused for a moment, as if he were thinking, but he already knew what he wanted to say, “not very fond of sleep,” he finished.

The cat limped forward; she ignored it, but the motion caught Markus’ attention. He turned to the cat, somewhat interested, but not sure what to say. Had she injured the animal, or had it always been like that? He figured he’d ask her something, both to satisfy his curiosity and to keep her from leaving the awkward situation, “Um, is that cat yours?” The answer seemed obvious to him considering that he hadn’t noticed the cat until after she had accidently knocked his books over, but the purpose of the question was to create small talk. He didn’t know what else to say; she was just walking by and happened to stumble into his stack, she had apologized, what more of an exchange could there be. He was determined that if she walked away, that he would simply ask her to stay; but he dismissed this thought, thinking it would be extremely awkward. He waited for her to break the silence.
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Piter grew frustrated as the woman merely turned away from him. Even with his act, she seemed not to care. And the man noticed him, but used him for small talk! Pride hurt, Piter tried to figure out the smoothest way to get their attention. Of course, he failed to do so completely and utterly.

Piter tossed the act and walked next to the two, nearly between them. He looked at them both and sat up, sitting on his hind legs. “You know, you two should be ashamed of yourselves. An injured cat limps to you for help and you turn your head and try to keep a pretty girl talking with you? Bah, you two are hopeless.” He closed his eyes and turned his head, arms crossed. He waited for a moment for the realization that the cat had just spoken to sink in.

Piter glanced at Ornell and winked. “Name’s Piter, by the way.” He smiled, pleased with his entrance. The bored feeling he had gotten from studying and practicing was nearly gone now. Apparently it took little playing to entertain him.
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She shook her head in response to his question, then saw tha cat move forward as if it was not hurt in the slightest. What was wrong with the animal? Then, it stood up on it’s back legs and crossed it’s arms. Ornell was a little surprised when the cat spoke, but reasoned that this plane held a lot of odd things that were not from her native plane. She looked down at the cat and said in a tone that sounded like she felt she might have just been offended by a talking cat, "What is there to be ashamed of? I'm sorry if I assumed a cat as well groomed as yourself was not a stray. Acting as if you are injured when you are clearly not just to get attention is something completely different though. That is intentionally trying to fool someone."

She crouched down so she was closer to his level and offered her hand as way of greeting. She didn't seem mad about it, but more of an observation. A talking cat was not something you could find too many places after all and as long as she knew she wasn't asleep, she could deal with odd things. "It's nice to meet you Piter. I'm Ornell."
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