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the_head_librarian) wrote2016-10-07 09:52 pm
the_head_librarian) wrote2016-10-07 09:52 pm
The mysterious case of missing people in the city. (for theraptorsquad)
Things in the Library had been quiet. Less unstable and more a slow progression of time and space. Perhaps more stagnant than anything else. It did not get worse, but the betterment seemed to move so slowly one might not even see it if they refused to look closely. He spent countless lifetimes connected to the very thrum of its heartbeat and the ticking of seconds of space and time. Things that might seem so monumental that made him feel more like an empty existence. A barrier, no more, no less.
Until things shifted. He had to talk to people again. Find people to fill in the gaps left behind by great sacrifice. The other librarians that passed away and faded were now just that, gone. Become one with the Library itself to help sustain it. How hard it had been to let each go… but then he realized that perhaps he still held back parts of himself after years of loneliness wrought with a betrayal of one person millennia ago. That one moment hurt enough to make him always keep people at arm’s length even if he cared deeply for each existence of the patrons that roamed The Central Library.
Until he met one. One person seemed to see through him almost as well as the Cat did. And the Cat had been his closest friend for as long as he cared to remember. So to think he found another to intrigue him enough to drop walls and barriers, left him a little… stunned.
This one person made him move. React. Live. Not simply exist. Which was why he started to venture out more. Go into worlds a little more freely and fix things he could without over exerting himself. Like this time… when he asked that one person to come along with him. In theory, this fix should be simple. But the world itself being slightly warped might be a bit more dangerous than expected. The more worlds seeped into one another, the grayer his knowledge became. In a way, the idea excited him.
Looking up at the city skyline, he slipped his hands into his coat slowly. “Have you ever heard stories about shapeshifters, Owen?” He turned his head a little, a brow arching just slightly in amusement. “There are many types, depending on the world they came from. These are called Leshy. They are woodland creatures that protect the forest and animals.” His head turned to watched the rush of cars go by behind him. He wasn’t used to the noise or the amount of people. “They aren’t fond of humans… or this.” He angled his head to the urban jungle about them. That little detail was why this problem was getting out of hand. People were going missing at an alarming rate.
“Do you know how to identify them?”
Until things shifted. He had to talk to people again. Find people to fill in the gaps left behind by great sacrifice. The other librarians that passed away and faded were now just that, gone. Become one with the Library itself to help sustain it. How hard it had been to let each go… but then he realized that perhaps he still held back parts of himself after years of loneliness wrought with a betrayal of one person millennia ago. That one moment hurt enough to make him always keep people at arm’s length even if he cared deeply for each existence of the patrons that roamed The Central Library.
Until he met one. One person seemed to see through him almost as well as the Cat did. And the Cat had been his closest friend for as long as he cared to remember. So to think he found another to intrigue him enough to drop walls and barriers, left him a little… stunned.
This one person made him move. React. Live. Not simply exist. Which was why he started to venture out more. Go into worlds a little more freely and fix things he could without over exerting himself. Like this time… when he asked that one person to come along with him. In theory, this fix should be simple. But the world itself being slightly warped might be a bit more dangerous than expected. The more worlds seeped into one another, the grayer his knowledge became. In a way, the idea excited him.
Looking up at the city skyline, he slipped his hands into his coat slowly. “Have you ever heard stories about shapeshifters, Owen?” He turned his head a little, a brow arching just slightly in amusement. “There are many types, depending on the world they came from. These are called Leshy. They are woodland creatures that protect the forest and animals.” His head turned to watched the rush of cars go by behind him. He wasn’t used to the noise or the amount of people. “They aren’t fond of humans… or this.” He angled his head to the urban jungle about them. That little detail was why this problem was getting out of hand. People were going missing at an alarming rate.
“Do you know how to identify them?”