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 Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:45 pm
 Dariyn was feeling delightedly chipper today. The One was in one of his favorite places in the world, surrounded by stacks of books that he'd accumulated that he either wanted to read, or at least peruse to see if he was keen on checking them out. Humming softly under his breath, the Phlegmatic's fingers were almost reverent as he turned the pages of a particularly old tome, the pages yellowed with age and the writing in a font that dated it quite well.
Crimson eyes were bright as he stumbled on a passage that he felt instantly should be analyzed, as he'd done in Literature. Snagging quill, with its frayed feather, he flipped open his journal and began transcribing, ever the busy student. Nibbling on lower lip absently, there was an intense look of concentration on his features until he was done, and then he set the book aside, moving on to the next.
Ah, this one was a book of prose by an author he'd never heard of, but Zethyr had said something about, balancing it, he gave the book a once-over from the outside, skeptical. It really wasn't his subject, but he enjoyed a good verse, so long as it had a pleasant sound and rhythm. This, however, seemed to be utter drivel. "Curse your tastes, 'Thyr." He muttered.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:00 pm
 Cypress had made her way to the library for the first time and had found out the hard way that she had a wide variety of interests. Or, maybe, I should say, the heavy way. Cypress had a stack of books almost up to her head. She looked around (which meant turning her whole body as she could only see off to one side) and most of the tables were full. Then she saw one that was empty (or at least, her books were blocking anyone that might have been seated there) and she headed towards it, lurching under the weight of all the books on subjects varying from Castor Shells to Monster Taming to Botany and beyond.
She couldn't see how she could possibly settle down to a single career. She loved anything to do with plants, but was the same way about animals, and the very idea of catching and taming her own monsters either for company or to sell, was a very interesting idea to her! She couldn't wait to continue her tutoring on the subject. But, then there was Professor Abrid firing off random castor shells in class and she was a bit tired of feeling helplessly lost when it came to what each castor shell did. She wanted to get a bit of a leg up where that was concerned because she felt his lessons would go a lot further if she did. It was going to be a long, wonderful night of reading.
She put the books down with a heavy thud and pulled a chair back to take a seat, swinging her satchel off of her shoulder to pull out her notebook before looking up rather suddenly, like a kid with their hand in a a candy jar, staring at the one whose table she had suddenly invaded. Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't see you! Do you mind if I sit here? she asked, a bit embarassed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:07 pm
 Khamsyn cracked the door of the library opened very quietly, knowing how silence was appreciated in such a place, and stuck his head in for a quick looking around before entering. Under his arm he carried a box containing his writing implements; a few quills, inkwells, a brush or two for calligraphy and other odds and ends; as well as his leather bound notebook. It wasn't a very heavy load, but it was a bit awkward and Khamsyn had never been the most graceful of individuals. Spying an empty spot at a table nearby, he quickly made for it. His approach looked good until about three steps from the table when the notebook slipped free, fell and hit him squarely on the pinky toe. He yelped in pain and stumbled, all but slamming the box down on the table to prevent dropping it. Inkwells do not survive a drop well. Personal experience taught him that lesson already.
He didn't even look up to meet any of the disgusted and annoyed glances he knew would be there, fixated on him. Instead he stifled any discomfort cries he could, scooped up the offending book and quickly took a seat. He then proceeded to lay his head down, face first on the table praying the embarrassed flush in his cheeks would abate quickly. He really did come here to study, and if he was lucky, have a word with the librarian, Requiem. He'd heard there might be a job opening in book restoration and Khamsyn wanted to make a good impression on Requiem, the mentor for the job, before he applied. So far, he was off to a rotten start.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:32 pm
 Pushing the door open to the library with her back, Yalitza slips into the Library holding a book in her hands. She had completely forgotten she had this until just a few hours ago when she opened itup once again. Finding she didn't need it at all, she decided it would be best to return it so another classmate may use it. Moving through the tables, she pauses only to set her books down on an empty table. She had enough stuff as it was, and she didn't want to make any noise that she knew her bag would make if she continue to carry it.
Turning towards the desk, she set the boos she was returning back onto the counter. With a smile, she moves towards the aisle that would contain the information on Monster. She was quite eager to learn as much as she could about them. The Animal Care opened her mind up to all these question. And now, she had to see if she could find the answers.
Skimming over the spine of each book, she hums to herself as she pulls out a book every few seconds. Flipping the book open, she skims the pages, debating to herself if it would give her the answer she was looking for. She would then set it carefully on the shelf just below, or she return it with the others and continue her scanning.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:33 pm
Dariyn's attention was instantly snagged, first by the cheery-looking Choleric girl, and second by his fellow Phlegmatic, who was apparently having something of an issue with keeping things together. Ears pricking to alertness, his tail curled and uncurled in quiet inquisitiveness. "Ah, no, it's all right." He quickly answered, voice soft and melodic, "I don't at all mind sharing my table." The One's smile showed a glint of fang that somehow couldn't manage to be the least bit frightening, something almost timid in his manner. No matter how he'd grown and changed, always would there be something of the terrified, shy to a fault Zero who hardly knew what to do with himself amongst a crowd.
Crimson eyes flicked to Khamsyn next, and his smile but widened, not being able to help some small amusement at the other's plight. "Welcome to you too...having a bit of trouble? You're all right?" The note of concern coming as less an afterthought and more simple progression of events. "That was quite an entrance you just made, better than my first though. Books. Everywhere." His ears shifted to flatten against his head, sheepish in the remembering. The tiny student had picked up a bit more than he could handle that day.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 10:59 pm
Khamsyn cringed slightly as he heard Dariyn address him. He didn't have to even look up to know he was being addressed. It was just his luck to land at a table that was far from empty. In fact, he didn't even lift his head to respond to the One. He simply spoke from his face down position.
"I'll be alright. I just hurt my ego and image. Nothing serious. Of course, soon I'll have to wear a paper bag over my head." he joked, gesturing blindly with his hands and remarkably not bumping or breaking anything. He chuckled a bit and his posture visibly eased when Dariyn mentioned his first library entrance. After a few more moments to regain his composure, he lifted his head and turned to face the others at the table. He smiled slightly nervously and took a deep, calming breath.
"I'm Khamsyn by the way. And, I know it's a little late to be asking, but do you mind if I sit here?" he asked almost as an afterthought.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 8:11 pm
Pausing, Yalitza glances over towards the table only to see someone she met in class. Turning away, she skims over the spins of the next shelf she was glad to see the book she wanted. Pulling out A Modern Compendium of Monsters, she adds it to the other three she had. Turning away, from the shelf, she moves towards the tables with books in hand.
Setting the books down, she glances towards the table where the other were. With a shrug, she picks up her bag. Slipping it onto her shoulder, she moves around the tables before pausing at the one where Khamsyn, Dariyn, and Cypress were sitting at.
With a smile she bows her head alittle in greetings "I don't mean to intrude, but would it be alright if I join you three?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:13 am
Cypress smiled up at all of the newcomers. They were going to need a bigger table! She got up with a smile and pulled another table over to butt against theirs, so that everyone had room to spread out their books and notes and the like. Looking up at Khamsyn, she smiled. Nice to meet you Khamsyn. I'm Cypress she said, looking from Khamsyn to Dariyn, the other Empyr she didn't know. To Yalitza, Cypress simply waved and patted the seat next to her. Her fellow "sneak-into-class-late Phlegm" as Yalitza had put it. Eager to strike up a conversation with the group, Cypress plunged on in, not really being her normally shy self. She desperately needed some friends, and what better way to meet them than over a few books? So, favorite subjects everyone? I simply can't decide myself, as I haven't taken too many classes yet. But I'd love to learn Botany she remarked, having already tucked P.E. under her belt. It was a little stereotypical, yes, a Choleric that loves botany, but Cypress didn't much mind. She loved P.E., couldn't wait to have her first duel, and was also interested in monster training. So, maybe not quite so stereotypical after all
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 1:08 pm
Khamsyn nodded a greeting to Cypress and the other around the table. "It's a pleasure to meet you all". He fiddled with some of his books and belongings, set them out on the table in front of him carefully, but not in an obsessive compulsive way. More like setting them so he didn't accidentally knock anything over. It had happened before. A spilt inkwell can ruin notes, books, clothing and credibility.
Looking up as Cypress asked about classes, he thought about it for a moment and then, with a satisfied nod offered his list. "Well, I haven't really taken many classes yet either, but I have done a bit of research on them all. I'm most interested in Magical Theory, even though Professora Belona has a dour reputation. Apart from that, Rhetoric, Art and Astronomy currently. Though I am strangely looking forward to Professor Paxar's Mathematics class as well."
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:16 pm
Cypress listened to Khamsyn's list and nodded thoughtfully, though no one else offered their favorite classes. Rhetoric sounds interesting, and so does Magical Theory. I'm tutoring with Lelaus currently, too she put in, realizing that she should probably pick up a book or two on that subject as well. She tucked her hair behind her ears, picking up the first book on her stack and slowly flipping through the first few pages of blah-blah-blah to get to the good information. Out whipped her notebook and quill, and more slowly and with better care, out came her ink well. There was an incessant scratching noise as quill hit paper, and she took her notes with earnest. Around ten minutes later, she sighed. Oh how horrible she was at math. She glanced over at Khamsyn and shook her head. At least someone is good at math she said, a tad bit discouraged, before turning back to the book. Why were the other books in the stack now so much more appealing? Horrible at resisting temptation, she blew on the ink to dry it, then turned to a different page in her notebook and sneakily grabbed the book on Botany. She flipped it open and started reading with much more earnest, finding this subject to be one she enjoyed significantly more than the boring mathematical equations she had hardly attempted. So, where's the best place to find Professora Quenda? In the Lounge, or the Gardens? she asked musingly, hardly looking up from her book.
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