Zanko got to the library soon and was panting heavily before he sat down at a table. He pulled back out his wrestling book and read it over on the second style. He was studying the moves for stage 2 and how they were perform as it would give him an idea of how to learn them easily. He nodded to himself and stood up as he put the book back where he found it. He looked towards the weapons style books and soon found Shield. He thought for a moment and nodded as he picked the book up and was going to learn the style. "I'll be checking this out." He told the Librarian as he walked up to the counter and had it checked out. He left fairly quickly the moment he came by. (Entrance/Exits)
Peering through the Stage 2 for his main style in spite of not having acquired the ability to adequately perform any of them. His current Blood skills were versatile though not as practical with his other styles of combat. Stage 2 appeared to rend any disillusion he had with an ominous glisten dancing from one scarlet iris to the other. Sliding the book back he'd spot the weapon's section down across the isle way he was in. Digging both hands into his pant pockets he'd stroll over casually all the while sweeping his hypnotic hue's about before catching sight on stage 1 'GreatSword'. The section seemed split between a larger traditional style and a smaller section with larger books for 'Retribution'.
With his stomach growling aloud he'd ignore the sensation for the moment as his intrigue pools over the books on such a massive weapon. He'd already been inspired by the night gaunt tail which translated to a new idea he had for the 'Hair of the martyr' skill. With a greatsword however he could fathom yet further potential in an odd sensation that felt tantamount to an epiphany or moment of clarity. Shaking the moment off he'd place these books back as well. Both styles held promise in the traditional balance between speed and power. Deciding it was time to change his attire before venturing somewhere for a bite to eat the devilish brawler settled his languid habit for his next destination upon exiting the library.
Arriving at the Campus library had taken Hisaki longer than he thought it would. The first difficulty he had run into was actually finding the damn place. The second was the fact that where he was originally was on the complete opposite side of the school campus from where he thought it would be. Thus he had to not only backtrack but then make his way all the way back over to this section of the school. Needless to say, he was quite winded when he finally pulled open the library doors. Breathing in the sweet smell of musty books, he knew he was in the right place. Quite frankly, Hisaki could have gotten lost in here had he let himself. But he knew the value of staying on task, so he avoided the very real temptation of wanting to read everything and focused on finding his style information. "Now where is the bloody thing." he muttered to himself as he search the rows alphabetically. After another twenty minutes of searching he finally found what it was that he was searching for. It was a guide to all things involving Lunar Dance Style and would become his new personal bible. "Aha!" he said when he read the table of contents and saw just how much detail the book contained. Returning to the front desk he pointedly ignored another book with a very flashy cover and just checked out the Lunar Dance style instead. Now he had to go find the perfect spot for his training.
Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 9:24 pm
||Level Two||Devil's Rhapsody||Ki Reserve: 450||
Aaron walked into the library and started looking through books. Reading was a bit of an issue, but he found one with pictures of axes in it, so he grabbed that, checked it out, and went to practice.
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(PARA) Finally Zane had made his way in the Library. It took longer than expected to get here, part of it was Zane’s fault in all honesty. Instead of focusing his time to head to the library, he was doing the usual thing; which was sitting around somewhere and just let his mind wonder into some imaginary world. If he didn’t waste his time just loafing around he would have been here sooner, but there was no point complaining about it, he was in the Library now. “ Okay, so…what was I here for again?” Zane thought while scratching the back of his head. “ Ah man, what was it? It was important.” All Zane could do was travel along the Library, trying to remember what he was going to do here. The young man slumped forward, his mouth formed a frown, Zane wasn’t all too please coming here without a purpose; it made everything feel like a lost case. Suddenly his body straightened out, his lips curved upwards to make a small smile, “ Ah yeah…gotta find me some of those training books.” Oh he was happy that there he was able to remember before it was too late. Zane went along to one of the bookshelves, tracing over each books with his fingers. “ Man, so many books. Thank god they're organized.” Truly he was happy that these books were kept in some sort of order, it made his search so much easier.
(PARA) Within moments Zane found the book he was looking for. The book had information about the Gene-X ability he was given, specifically the one that was called Carbon Death. Zane took the book and walked towards one of the desks that the Library provided. He took his place in one of the chairs, and brought the book on the table. Opening up the book, Zane began to read along, trying to take in all the book had to offer. There as a problem with reading through the information though, it was quite boring. Zane placed his elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand, trying to stay focus on the task at hand, but it was so very dull to do so. He gave a huff, he knew that this was going to work out in the end, he just had to get through this part, but his mind wasn’t going to let him. As he was reading Zane’s mind began to slip off, thinking of other things than context of the books. Why read a book when you can think about being in a land unknown to you, with mystical creatures inhabiting the land and going on a quest to save the world? That was much better than reading. So, as Zane took up the appearance of being a diligent student, his mind kept his boredom at bay with daydreams of him being a warrior in a story.
Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 8:17 am
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||Level One||Dark Portal||Ki Reserve: 350||
Weston came into the library and started looking around for a book on his gene-x. Eventually, he found a volume stuffed behind several children's books on "The Dark Portal." He pulled it out and sat in a corner to read it.
[1/4]Weston began to read from the first page, and the book, in all honesty, didn't seem like an instruction guide, so much as it seemed to be a horror novel. It described research by a man called "Lovecraft" and his findings in a world beyond the one Weston knew to be real. When he kept reading, some of the descriptions seemed somewhat...familiar. [2/4]He read that the "gift" he had been given was supposed to allow him to open rifts into this other realm to draw out a substance called "Dark matter." Additionally, it could be use to create portals through which one could travel. The interesting bit to Weston, however, was this segment about "familiars." [3/4]Weston had always wanted a pet. Back on the farm, the animals served a purpose and kept the place running. Like each member of his family, the animals had a job to perform. With these familiars, however, it seemed to Weston that he may finally be able to find a best-friend! [4/4]There seemed to be a caveat, though. Apparently the side-effects of the gene-x could drive someone insane. Weston thought about it, but he hadn't gone crazy yet. He felt sure that he could manage anything that came his way! Why stop now when there was so much to learn?
Weston went to check out the book and took it back to his room.
Learned Dark Portal: Stage One
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Hisaki Naien Level: 1 Ki: 350 Style: Lunar Dance
As Hisaki was finishing putting his new Lunar Dance book into his messenger bag the young hoodlum caught sight of a familiar face. If it was who he thought it was, then this was surely a meeting of chance and fate. Could that be Zane? Hisaki though as he started walking towards the equally hoodlumish looking kid. Reaching behind his head, he tied up his rather long and unkempt black hair into something more manageable and sat down at the table Zane occupied. "Fancy meeting you here." he said with a slight chuckle. Thoroughly surprised to see the kid especially since it had been years since the two of them had crossed paths. Hisaki being from Japan and Zane from America would seem like an unlikely pair. When Hisaki was younger he had spent some time as an exchange student when his family life was a little more stable. Even then he was quite the fighter and there were quite the few school kids that thought they could bully him. That was where Zane had come in, he had been one of Hisaki's few friends for the brief school year he had been in the States. The two of them had also shared the school yard battlefield more than a couple times. This was why he was so pleased to see the return of one of the best fighters he had ever had the pleasure of standing shoulder to shoulder with. "How've you been man?" he asked extending a hand to shake after giving Zane enough time to register his presence and overcome any initial shock of his sudden appearance.
[Sorry, figured it was easier this way than do the whole meet and greet for the first time.]
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 12:04 pm
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(PARA) There Zane was, with his many companions, fighting against a vicious ogre. Everything seem to spell out Doom, but Zane wasn’t going to quit. He picked up his sword and pressed on, slashing against the monster’s flesh, and the blood gushing on Zane’s blade. The ogre was going to try and attack, but Zane was too quick for the monstrous foe. With the mighty sword blessed by the gods in his hands Zane drove it into the chest of the monster; defeating it and bringing peace to the village; or at the very least that’s what happened in Zane’s mind. Back in reality the young man was still staring at the book he picked out, taking in zero knowledge in the process. Zane was too engulfed in his imagination, it was better than actually reading, but in his daydreaming session he had failed to notice a familiar person coming up to him. There was no response from Zane when Hisaki first greeted him. When Hisaki spoke again Zane’s mind snapped out of the dream world and thus he flinched up his shoulders. “ Wait wha..oh..oh hey Hisaki, when did you get here?” Zane sounded like his friend just entered the Library. Zane extended his hand to take Hisaki’s in a firm handshake. “ Just doin’ the usual. Trying to…uh, ah yeah trying to read up on this thing right here.” Letting go of Hisaki’s hand, Zane grabbed the book about Carbon Death to show to him. All Zane could do as to look down at the book with a frown and a shake of his head. “ Ain’t getting much progress though. This thing is actually pretty boring,” he said, a yawn followed after his words, “So what about you? Anything new?”
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Oakley wasn’t sure how long he had been worshiping the window in his dorm. He wasn’t sure of anything, actually, since the shaky span of time between him taking that bizarre Gene X and him waking up in a cold sweat on the carpet was, well, a total blackout. After passing out in a nearly comatose state for a few hours upon injecting that fateful drug, the young man had awoken with the energy of a crack addict; he had pounced all over his room—seriously, ALL OVER his room—before discovering how shiny the single large window in the back wall was . . . and the rest was history. Oakley vaguely remembered being brought to tears by the glass’s smoothness . . . then, all of a sudden, he was blinking blearily in the late afternoon sunlight, shirtless and by himself face-down on the floor with his temples throbbing. Weird.
It would definitely be the last time Oakley shot up any strange drugs.
Abruptly bored (and hella confused) the green-eyed guy quickly got dressed and shuffled out of the dormitory. His stomach didn’t roar in agony as he walked outside, so he figured skipping a trip to the cafeteria wouldn’t murder him. Oakley’s feet unconsciously drove him toward an imposing structure—the Library—and since he had nothing better to do, he wandered inside.
“Holy crap!” The exclamation burst from his mouth, causing a bunch of random students to shush him viciously from the nearest aisles. Oakley grinned sheepishly—he couldn’t help himself. This library was HUGE. It had to have EVERY BOOK EVER! Maybe there was even one that could explain the effects of Gene X . . . Oakley still wasn’t sure how the hell that serum had affected him, other than forcing him to gallop around his bedroom like a total freak. Was it true that is gave powers to those brave enough (or retarded enough) to use it? If so, what was HIS new talent?
After browsing through a list of titles, Oakley discovered one encyclopedia with information on all the magical Main Styles. It took him another 20 minutes or so to actually find the volume—and an additional five to pick a place to sit that looked secluded enough. Eventually, Oakley nestled himself into a large leather chair and propped the book open in his lap, not knowing where the frick he should start. Was he feeling fiery? Did he have any ice powers? Had several embarrassing years of sucking at music been erased into Devil’s Rhapsody? The rebel experimentally rifled through some pages when—
“Sh*t!” A page had crossed his hand wrong, which meant that he had CERTAINLY just given himself a gnarly paper cut. “Just what I needed . . . wait. What the—” There was nary a scratch on his skin. Oakley ran the thumb of his other hand across the spot on his palm, amazed. The texture of his flesh had not changed. But the thick page hadn’t so much as broken the delicate first layer of epidermis. Curious, Oakley carefully dropped the tome open to the section on Carbon Death . . .
{style} CARBON DEATH {sub-style} MIXED MARTIAL ARTS {special talent} PARKOUR {thoughts} I wonder if I'll actually LEARN something {theme song}At Dawn We Rage – “Over It”
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Once he found the chapter for Carbon Death, Oakley nearly choked to death. An artist’s rendering of someone wearing fearsome carbon armor took up half the first page—and it looked like a freaking demon. Was that really what Oakley would become? Or was his lack of a stupid paper cut just coincidence? He closed his vibrant green eyes for a moment, trying to feel the change this book insisted had warped his very DNA. Breathe in. Breathe out. Whether it was pure instinct or paranoia, Oakley decided to read further.
The first couple of paragraphs described exactly what Carbon Death was. Oakley felt somewhat relieved to know that he wouldn’t ACTUALLY be transforming into a demon any time soon—but, then again, considering all the damn meditation involved with this style, he doubted he’d even be manifesting a carbon pinkie finger in less than a week. Meditation meant sitting still for long-a** periods of time (not exactly Oakley’s forte) and concentrating on every damn muscle in the body, preparing channels to move Ki and carbon. So fricken complicated. As if anticipating all the boredom to come, the brown-haired boy began fidgeting in his seat. [1/3]
Reading further lit a tiny flame of happiness in Oakley’s chest.“Okay, ‘though physical training is advised, as this is a very physical style, it will be required later on. Sweet!”A few days—tortuous, HORRIBLE days—had passed since Oakley had exercised his peculiar Parkour abilities. At least Carbon Death wouldn’t require so much thought that his hard-earned physicality would atrophy. Imagine: wearing a full suit of nearly indestructible armor after jumping off a building! Oakley would never get a scratch again! No more bruised knees or skinned elbows for him! In fact . . . the rebel saw that even without consciously bringing carbon to the surface, his skin would be “as durable as leather.” Hmm. That explained the lack of a scary paper cut . . . [2/3]
“I wonder . . .”Oakley scrutinized the would-be-slashed part of his palm, as if expecting it to split open and start bleeding everywhere at any moment. He raised the heel of his palm to his mouth and nibbled at it experimentally. When that did nothing, he bit harder, trying to snip that first layer of flesh. Nothing. His skin didn’t feel any tougher, yet the guy might as well have been trying to bite through a thick leather glove. Ignoring whatever bizarre looks the other students in the library might be throwing at him, Oakley began sawing his hand against the book’s pages, trying his damnedest to do some damage. Not even a SCRATCH! How FREAKING COOL WAS THAT?! [3/3]
{style} CARBON DEATH - Level One {sub-style} MIXED MARTIAL ARTS {special talent} PARKOUR {thoughts} OMG I THINK THIS IS MY STYLE HOLY CRAP NO PAPER CUTS FOR THE REST OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE!!! {theme song}At Dawn We Rage – “Over It”
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As soon as he finished the Carbon Death chapter, Oakley slammed the mighty tome shut with a satisfying THUNK (once again drawing hideous glares from nearby students) and then sat back in his giant chair, as if reading for that long had exhausted him. He absently blew at a limp lock of brown hair away from his thoughtful emerald eyes, trying to think where he could begin his training . . . Oakley still knew precisely nothing about Ludus—at least when it came to the other students and how training worked—so that didn’t go really well. Thinking about things you knew nothing about was hard. There too many possibilities crowded his mind. Too much sh*t that could go wrong. It sucked.
Attempting to mediate in the dorms wouldn’t work; those demons running amok on his first day had effectively cured Oakley of any false notions that the dormitories were “safe.” The poor guy hadn’t seen much else of the school yet, so he had no way of knowing the location of any quiet spots. Did students get together to study stuff? Or did they just immediately kick the a** of whoever looked at them the wrong way? Honestly, a garden or something would be BOSS. Oakley loved the outdoors—prolly ‘cause he spent most of his life in a grimy concrete jungle where the closest one ever got to nature was a sad city tree (that had most likely been pissed on by homeless people). It’d be great to have someone to show him around campus, except one of his roomies happened to be a sociopath, and the other . . . well, the other roommate had unfortunately walked in on Oakley worshipping a window. So he doubted he’d receive help from either of them.
“Oh my god, Oakley. You’re in a fricken library.”Oakley cursed under his breath and smacked himself on the forehead. IDIOT! He was SITTING in a place practically BUILT for meditation!“Wait . . . how do I do this?”The green-eyed orphan glanced around awkwardly, heavy-as-sh*t book still resting on his lap. How did people meditate? The chapter failed to explain that thoroughly. Maybe the person meditating just had to find a level of comfort, first, before diving into the luscious depths of their own inner psyche. Maybe. Oakley wiggled around a bit, nestling himself further into the worn material of the easy chair, and reopened the book to the Carbon Death section in case he needed to recheck anything. Then he leaned back and shut his perplexed peridot gaze. [1/10]
How do people start this crap? Oakley concentrated on breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, normally at first, then gradually deeper, easing into a rhythmic cycle. In the near-silence of the library, the teenager was almost sure he could hear the distant thud of his heartbeat grow slower . . . slower . . . . Oh jeez. I hope nobody thinks I’m dozing off. That would be so freaking embarrassing! What if they try to wake me? That would screw everything up! His heart rate increased to a drum-beat in his ribcage. Oakley had to mentally command himself to grow calm again. [2/10]
His breath was the tide, filling his lungs and flowing out. An inner ocean of peace. Well—that’s what Oakley kept telling himself. What the f*ck, this meditation nonsense is harder than I thought! Each sting of nervousness or self-consciousness, each insignificant rustle of a page or scuff of a shoe on the library floor threatened to pull Oakley out of the delicate trance he spun around himself. The ex-hoodlum suddenly realized that his brain was his own worst enemy: if he couldn’t settle down the activity inside his skull, then he should just give up now. Peaceful body, tranquil brain. That was Oakley’s new mantra. [3/10]
So gradually that it eluded awareness, Oakley drifted into a state of stillness. This was the most focused—and unperturbed—as he had ever remembered feeling. He ceased noticing the minute shuffles of activity whispering within the enormous building; the tuft of fuzz sticking up from the armchair’s left arm no longer tickled his wrist so conspicuously; his heart pumped diligently and evenly behind his sternum, the center of his world and the focal point of all this thoughts. Oakley finally felt within himself. [4/10]
The more Oakley expanded his alertness to the mechanics of his own body, the more he understood what needed to be done in order for this meditation to work. He consciously shifted awareness to the intricate muscles of his face, feeling them slacken into a bland mask as they relaxed. That concentration poured down the rest of his lanky frame like warm water, untying tense knots and easing strain until Oakley looked like a boneless freak flopped upright in a chair. Any passerby would surely think that he was dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of his chest under the bagginess of his shirt. This process took a while—although Oakley was so out of it (or was that into it?) that he hardly cared. Kid had a lot of muscles, man: sh*t took time. [5/10]
{{OOC: Meditation begun, next five posts to be continued <3}}
{style} CARBON DEATH - Level One {sub-style} MIXED MARTIAL ARTS {special talent} PARKOUR {thoughts} *nothing* {theme song}At Dawn We Rage – “Over It”
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“…They must meditate, and focus on moving the carbon in their body to the designated limb….”
Oakley distantly recalled the instructions written out in perfect clarity within the Main Style tome. He sensed a tingling, pulsating energy in the core of his being that must have been his “Ki”; it glowed a verdant green in his mind’s eye as he explored it—kind of like a cosmic glow-stick. Mentally, the boy began to manipulate it, feeling it warp and sway at his spiritual touch. Throbbing with his heartbeat. Warming as he brought it up from the depths of his consciousness. [6/10]
If Oakley had gone far enough to actually contact his Ki reservoir . . . did that mean he’d be able to touch the individual atoms of carbon that constructed him as well? The Main Style volume said as much—and it hadn’t steered him wrong so far. As he slid deeper into a relaxed, nearly catatonic state, Oakley’s body sank limply into the armchair, his head falling forward so that his ridiculously kitten-soft bangs flopped in front of his closed eyes. He imagined his Ki stretching out like a network of wires, contacting each and every cell. Feeling for carbon. [7/10]
He forged the connection almost instantly. A light shock snapped throughout his frame when Oakley became abruptly in tune with the delicate structures that constructed him. He instinctively sensed the carbon waiting in reserve; his Ki slicked over it like electricity on metal, perfectly conducted. It fused with the infrastructure inside him . . . now he just had to figure out how to bring it outside . . . [8/10]
The net of shimmering green Ki flickering in the universe of Oakley’s thoughts locked onto infinitesimally small molecules of carbon. A breath in, and Oakley steadied the chemical ties that kept him together; a breath out, and his Ki seamlessly removed those bonds like a surgeon gracefully slicing an incision, energy seeping in to fill those gaps while providing the gentleman with a veritable carbonate arsenal. Nothing had manifested on the surface of Oakley’s skin—yet the guy somehow knew that he only needed to practice, and soon his vulnerable flesh would harden into a slate of impenetrable black. [9/10]
Oakley’s rhythmic breathing grew rougher and more labored as he internally supported the carbon he’d freed. His concentration wavered—his Ki trembled like slender pylons holding up a thousand tons of cement—and with one last act of pure focus, the teenager released the temporary bridges he created between Ki and carbon. His natural biological state was returned. A relieved sigh rushed from his lungs. As if waking from a damn fantastic dream, Oakley shuddered slowly back into true wakefulness. He blinked bright peridot eyes. Stretched a little. Yawned.“Well . . . that was f*cking cool.” [10/10]
[EXIT TO CAFETERIA]
{{OOC: Meditation complete. Now able to learn Stage One of Carbon Death.}}
{style} CARBON DEATH - Level One - Stage One {sub-style} MIXED MARTIAL ARTS {special talent} PARKOUR {thoughts} Meditation COMPLETE aw yissss {theme song}At Dawn We Rage – “Over It”
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Dear Students, If you need anything please talk to one of my assistants. I am currently away on business of sorts. Also only take ONE book. I will know if you have taken more than one. I should be back soon. ~Head Librarian Alice Wonderland
Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 6:43 pm
▓▒░Creasy Xin░▒▓
Thought(s)- It's calm here With- Believably, no one.
A tall figure of six-foot-three would walk into the library, filled out in toned muscle of one hundred and eight-five pounds. The owner of this body had on only long thick pants, and no shoes nor socks or a shirt. However his feet and torso were not dirty as he was not a hobo, he walked with both a peaceful and calm presence as if he wouldn't hurt a simple fly. Walking up, he was amazed at the amount of hardback and paperback books, where he came from there were only scrolls. And so many of them. "So much knowledge..." Creasy spoke in pure awe, such a fantastic display of preserved knowledge. Walking over to an assistant, he asked in a pleasant tone, "Excuse me, have you any idea where the owner of this place is to be?" In truth, he was still suffering from he remaining side effects of his Gene-X syringe, but he would fight the urges of lust that he was feeling. He had fought off much worse before. And the books, the quite, it helped soothe the young man's soul.
"Not hate, but love." -黒魔道師 ┏━━━━━━━━━┓ When Dawn entered the Library after running so hard, she stopped to catch her breath once again, but at this time, Dawn wasn't worried about training any longer. The books had gotten the best of her attention and she stood in shock as she watched the towering book shelves stand as a maze in front of her. The trail leading into other paths made her feel like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. She wanted to let out a huge squeal, but she noticed the librarian look at her quite concerned. Dawn smiled and exhaled sharply to show that she was fine and the librarian chuckled quite a bit. The inner bookworm was beginning to show, and Dawn wasn't fighting it. Dawn then looked down at her non-dominant arm and remembered that she still had her bruised up shield strapped on her forearm and shook her head in frustration.
Dawn continued walking along the isles and couldn't miss the sign that mentioned checking out one book at a time. Right then and there, Dawn was slightly bothered by that rule. If Dawn wanted to learn her styles, it'd take a while to practice. She'd seen so many amazing stories in the fiction and non-fiction sections, but remembered that she brought enough books with her from home. Dawn continued walking forward and noticed the other students sitting at tables and studying/reading quietly. Dawn wanted to be apart of that. She continued walking and noticed a sign that said Sub-Style Weapon Books. She turned into the isle and looked around for the books that were slightly out of alphabetical order, but managed to find her book that was titled, Stages for the Shield. She grabbed it and looked at the cover. It hadn't been touched in a while, considering that not any people used shields as a primary weapon. It was a green, hard covered book with a golden-brownish painted shield on it; way glamorous than the shield she was wielded with at the moment.
Dawn walked out of the isle and, instantly, found a table she could sit at. She walked over to it with the textbook held firmly in her hands and sat down. She loosened the shield on her arm, placed it on the ground beside her, opened the book, and everything seemed to catch her interested quite quickly. Right away, she began reading the introduction and eventually moved on to the first chapter, a chapter appropriate for her level.
After some time, Dawn was amazed at the few things she had read. She was so intrigued she memorized most of it and could probably quote what she read with her eyes closed. She stood up, grabbed her shield, and continued walking back the direction she came from. She brought the book to the counter, and checked it out. She smiled and actually thought about reading a weapons book for entertainment...she didn't mind it.
