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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 7:38 pm
It was dark and cold outside this night as Caliban waited for the knight, who had responded to his apb, to arrive. Caliban had suggested nightime only so that the knight would have an easier time adjusting to the darkness that was Caliban's planet. Caliban grimaced at the thought of his planet, but knew this was something that he had to do. The last time he had gone there, something that was clearly sealed in the main courtyard of the castle was practically billowing out. Not a good sign, and definitely a sign that whatever was holding it in currently wouldn't be holding it much longer. So he knew that he had needed help, but hadn't been quite sure who to turn to that would be willing to risk possibly getting killed if the thing escaped while they were there, but also helping him gather whatever materials and writings they could find about whatever the heck this was. He had to admit, that when he had first visited his planet, he wasn't expecting... nothing. Well, there was something in the form of whatever was trapped in the courtyard, but there was no life whatsoever. Not even a bug. And lately he had been realizing that he wasn't getting all of the information that he needed about being a senshi and it was making him angry. Why should he have to do all of this when the "Guardian" cats couldn't even explain the basics let alone what was actually going on or what had gone on. Without realizing it, he had been biting his lip quite hard. Letting go had taken him out of his musings as he tried to get rid of the blood. He knew this wasn't good, and was only glad he didn't have to deal with a stressful job or classes since he had been awakened. After this visit, he would be going and getting answers, however possible. And possibly taking some meditation classes. Strickenized Terrible start but there you go! XD
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2017 9:43 pm
Scholomance knew very little about other knights, truly.
Even as far back as his days spent at Olympus, Scholomance found knights to be a rather closed off bunch. He didn't mind it terribly at first; he had very little business with his brethren and very little reason to call them brethren. Knights besides Hvergelmir seldom assisted in his affairs, unless they ran across each other by chance. And White Moon senshi proved far too volatile in how the amazonian one tried to beat his a** into kingdom come for having a peculiarly dark uniform. And throwing his lot in with the Negaverse worked out as a tragic decision — one from which he could never fully recover.
One that led him full circle back to knights.
Now he stood in the unlikely role of assistance, having received a mass-telegraphed message by one of the younger White Moon senshi. A super by the name of Caliban, he gathered, who expressed trepidation in visiting his own wonder. Scholomance recalled quite clearly how he felt about it, with dark humor welling up around the edges of his thoughts with each passing phrase. The White Moon attrbution gave him pause, and he ruminated a lengthy period over his potential interference. Even with thier power discrepancy, Scholomance loathed another misbegotten run-in with their kind. But knights and senshi were meant to have something of a symbiotic relationship — one that, until lately, Scholomance neglected with glee. It was time to repay that debt, he figured, since so many senshi rose to his defense in the early months of the year.
The late eve approached, as did Scholomance. Zalmoxis' assistance was welcome and needed with the autumnal weather gnawing through his leg, and the horse's strong stride disguised his neglectful limp. The pale horse leapt from rooftop to rooftop with similar ease to a spry knight, unlike himself, and paused only when Scholomance commanded the reins. Seldom did they have to linger; the night proved empty of suspicious signatures on the horizon. The biting temperatures afforded that fleck of solace, at least.
At last, when he and his summons crested a church tower, he spotted the agreed-upon location. Ringed by mature foliage, the rooftop courtyard mentioned by Caliban looked almost inviting in the darkness. Yard lights and intricate displays added mood lighting and ambience to the locale. He guided his summons with a quick hand and the pair descended to the nearby parapet, whereupon he locked eyes with the spoken sensh.
"Caliban, right?" He was quick to broach. He knew well that his attire looked the unfriendly sort — his mistaken Negaverse identity ever haunted him now. A dismount, and his horse raveled into mists. "Scholomance, Knight of Saturn, at your service." He executed a light bow, weather permitting.
"Planet problems aren't altogether unfamiliar to me."
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 8:34 pm
Caliban felt the knight approaching, and was quite impressed with what he saw when Scholomance appeared on his horse. Caliban felt a bit jealous, he knew knights had summon, but that was pretty awesome. His appreciation for the summons was kept to himself however as he took in the appearance of the knight. Caliban had never seen such a striking outfit on a knight, it definitely screamed 'danger', at least to him. And the fact that Scholomance was missing his right arm, it told of the dangers of being in such a position, though Caliban could only assume. There was no way he was going to ask Scholomance about his past, it would be rude to do so at least. But Caliban thought the look suited Scholomance, though he was sure the other would have liked to have their arm back. He nodded at the other. "You are correct. It's nice to meet you Scholomance." He was a bit embarrassed at the bow, though perhaps the knight did that to everyone. He tried to compose himself a bit better. "Thank you for coming. I know I said why I needed someone in the APB I sent out, but I really need help with this. And mostly it's researching something that's sealed on my planet in a place a lot like this courtyard." He said, gesturing about. "My planet is continually dark, though I'm sure mine isn't the only one like that, which is why I thought it would be better to meet at night so the light adjustment wouldn't be as bad." He could feel himself getting nervous, and it was starting to show itself in his speech too. He shook his head. "We need to get started. Here." Caliban put his hand on Scholos shoulder that was closest and pressed the app that would allow them to be transported to Caliban's planet. After what seemed like too long for him, though it was just a second, they were both standing in the courtyard that was the central part of the Castle Cathedral on Caliban's planet. He opened his eyes to look around. It was still too dark for his liking, with barely any light showing, only the lighted patterns of blue, like his uniform, on the buildings that had somehow stayed on after his first visit. He still wasn't sure what made them glow. He supposed it was some kind of magic. Caliban wanted to leave already, but knew he had to stay and learn about this... thing. He pointed to the middle of the courtyard, where a crude statue could be sitting in the middle, what seemed to be dark waves coming from it. "Look, that's what we're here to research. As much as I hate to admit it, it keeps making me sick to my stomach every time I'm near it. I believe it somehow connects to my past, but I'm not sure how."
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 8:30 pm
Caliban explained himself well — succinctly, with many questions anticipated and answered. At no point did he express any desire to attack Scholomance for the darkness of his uniform. Clearly he thought this one out, what with making the visit at night rather than the break of day. Scholomance could appreciate a certain level of forethought. It certainly proved more than what was expected out of some of his other visitations.
Caliban left little room for pleasantries, however. Before Scholomance could engage in any line of questioning, a nervous hand touched his shoulder and they disappeared with an immediacy unbecoming of knight oaths. And as the world settled into foreign night, he felt a margin of envy for the quickness of senshi travel. They had but to touch a button on their cell phone, and they knew navigation to their planet. A knight must belt out a pledge in short order, before an enemy caught them or an ally held fast for too long, and hope the planet would accept the visit. In small ways like this, senshi felt truly alien. They felt fundamentally different from knights.
Their new surroundings were truly dark — Scholomance struggled to adjust to the utter lack of light — but he could still spot the native senshi's white fuku through the dearth of illumination. Distantly he spotted hued blues that cut through his retinas, and he tried to avoid their gaze.
Caliban spoke again, and Scholomance followed a dimly-lit finger toward the courtyard central. The movement caught his attention first — radiation spilled out like a shockwave. "Ah, yes, that clearly ominous thing that looks like trouble and urges a little investigation?" Scholomance could not bite away his dry humor for this visit; the peril before them begged for some diffusion. "Well, I suppose I can tell you two things from the outset then." His gaze remained trained on the statue as if awaiting movement. A spinebone whip formed at his side in bated coil.
"First, it's most certainly connected to your past by virtue of being on your planet. And that's not to make you sound dense — this thing could just as well have showed up not long after your awakening — but I've never heard of that happening. Granted, we wouldn't know how it's connected without a touch of poking around. Second, if it's making you sick to your stomach to approach it, then it's for the best to observe it from afar. Those shockwaves have to mean something after all.
"So we've got a couple questions on our hands now. First, when did you first spot it? Second, has it ever moved or done anything different since you first spotted it? And third, how willing are you to watch my back if I approach the thing myself?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 8:26 pm
Caliban felt shivers down his spine, though it wasn't necessarily from the darkness. This place gave him the creeps at the least, and a run response at the most. He did not want to be here. He took a deep breath and steeled himself a bit, trying to make it so that he could be as calm as possible and be as helpful as he could to Scholomance. He felt a bit jealous of the knight, he only wished that he had that sort of... courage? He wasn't sure, but maybe he would feel better once this was all done and over with. He felt a small smile on his lips as Scholomance dryly described their target. Caliban took another breath. You can do this. It's not doing anything... yet. Caliban repeated to himself. "First time I spotted it? The first time I came here. Though I had that uneasy feeling the whole time. I was just doing some exploring and it lead me... here." He felt as though if he named it, it would suddenly make it a lot more real than he already thought it was. "It hasn't moved no. But the amount of waves coming out has increased a bit. Not greatly. It just used to be a lot less before, and now you see a lot more of it. Still not... much." Not that he could tell what "much" was in this context. He looked a bit startled when Scholomance asked Caliban if the senshi was willing to watch the knight's back. Caliban wondered just what kind of life this knight led. A very dangerous one. He thought as he looked at where Scholo's arm should be. Claiban took another deep breath. "I am willing to watch your back. How effective I'll be is another story unfortunately though. I'm not sure how close I could get to it myself before I fled, and took you with me. I know I have a huge fear of... whatever is in that. But in short yes, I'll watch your back."
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2017 5:21 pm
Scholomance found no great enjoyment in this place — the darkness spread wide, and only unfriendly blue lights punctured the horizon like bullet holes — but it lacked the sense of foreboding that Scholomance once harbored. He latched to that difference as a singular hope, however small, that he may not be placing himself in grave danger.
"So it's been here since before you first visited. That's something. That means your showing up didn't somehow pull someone's abandoned sculpture project to your planet." It couldn't mean much else beyond that. The statue may have arrived five minutes before Caliban's first visit, or five hundred years before, or even during the time that the planet once flourished. Carbon dating and other archaeological techniques usually dated such anomalies on Earth, but other planets lacked that opportunity. Scholomance himself had no way to call on such technologies. They had but memory to trust —
Scholomance steadied his gaze on the structure. "Have you had any memories about it? Flashes of thoughts, or feelings or anything? Memories of a time before yours?" Ancestors were unique to knights, he knew. Could senshi endure memories of their pasts? Scholomance couldn't recall straight away; he suspected as much.
He agreed to help, however, not to have a chat about the danger in the room. Scholomance measued a couple paces toward the statue, though his eyes drew down to the dark waves rippling out at its base. Caliban expressed his fears, so Scholomance expected no reciprocal backup. Caliban would sooner flee, likely, leaving the knight to fight or expend himself. And given the legacy of bad decisions he amassed up until now, was throwing his life away on an offer to a senshi really such a travesty? He took a third step, then a fourth. He stood, now, within the outermost rippling waves. At least no one else will be damned to look after Scholomance. Unless it can jump to a cousin or something… Oh, what am I saying? My cousins would deserve it. Maybe I'll be in for a pleasant surprise after death.
With trepidation dappling his skin, Scholomance approached further and further. The waves coated the area with greater force, blowing his coat back and whipping the spinebone tracing his back, but inflicting no harm themselves. He hesitated at the point where his hair blustered back, where he could reach out with his one and hand touch the thing. He did reach, hand extended, fingers splayed, but they hesitated mere inches from the stone surface. He dared not look back for fear the statue might erupt into motion and throw him back.
Fear reminded him smoothly that perhaps he shouldn't throw his life away for someone barely known.
So Scholomance stepped backward, one then two then five times, until he retreated far enough that he could reconvene with Caliban. "On second thought, I think we can observe it from here just fine. Don't you think so?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2017 7:45 pm
Caliban wasn't sure if Scholomance was brave or underestimating the danger here. Perhaps that came with being a knight and the experience the other had gotten through his obvious challenges. Caliban couldn't imagine it. Compared to the knight, he still felt like a child, who had no idea what he was doing and had insisted that he really could do everything like the adults. It wasn't a pleasant reality to face, but that's what it was. He frowned at Scholo's question. "Memories? I've had bits and pieces come to me... what I do know is that I was the one to seal that monster inside of that statue." It was starting to come back. He had tried to ignore it, but the questions were bringing it out. "It was too much I suppose. It was successfully done but... I didn't make it." He had died shortly thereafter he knew. It was probably from the stress of sealing it, but clearly it had been too much. Which is perhaps why he was so afraid of it now. He could seal it back up, but that he would most likely die doing so, and nothing would be accomplished other than keeping the creature at bay for a few more centuries. It had to be finished. If there was one goal in life that Caliban now had, it was to destroy this thing entirely. Not just to seal it, but to make sure that it wouldn't ravage any other worlds like it had his. There would be no 'next time' and if he was killed in the process and was unsuccessful? Who knew if he would even be reincarnated again. However, once Caliban was done, his eyes widened as Scholo actually started toward the statue. Caliban wanted to call out, tell him to come back, it wasn't worth the risk! But he was petrified, and could only stare as the knight took cautious steps towards the statue. The darkness made it look all the more terrifying. Caliban wondered sometimes if this place had ever had any natural light from any stars. From the darkness it seemed as though there would be no way for it to do so. But his memories told him otherwise. It had been a place of great construction and amazing architecture. Since the people had to be so skilled in creating works to trap creatures/people/etc. in, they often had borne architects of great skill, and seemed to show it off. However, he was taken back when Scholomance decided that touching the statue wouldn't be worth it and went back to Caliban. Caliban for his part breathed a sigh of relief. If that monster had broken out once Sholo had touched the statue, they would both be dead, he was sure of it. He gave the other a weak smile. "I agree. Though I know a place we might be able to get some answers. It's what looks like a large library. It has what seems to be a lot of books in it. It's not here though. We have to get out of here and outside into the outer rim of the... city." Could it really be called that anymore? There were only structures now, no living beings. Perhaps a better word would have been 'ruins'. Luckily he knew where it was, though he hadn't explored the place recently. It seemed that latent memories were telling him where to go. "If you could please follow me." He wasn't sure how to address Scholo. Caliban felt as though the knight were superior to him. And in terms of power it was, but he didn't know if Scholo wished to be addressed a certain way or not. ((rough architecture ref, like that with the buildings and such overall. Just not as much light, and more lights built into the walls itself))
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 10:32 am
The information revealed confirmed a lot — the statue was at least a thousand years old and bore ties to Caliban's past life. If he distinctly recalled sealing away the statue and dying as a cause of it, the much of the mystery was already resolved. Scholomance nurced a certain reticence over sharing his opinion, however — his was one of practicality, not nobility or morality.
Thus, he gritted his teeth while calling up his response. "Maybe this won't be the most attractive option to you, but…" Scholomance paced a slow half-circle to bring the statue back into his purview. He gestures came quick and flippant despite the heady tension in the air. "If you remember sealing this thing as your past life, whoever that might be, and you remember dying as a result of that… Why not just leave it alone? And I know that sounds downright trashy, but hear me out for a moment. Your past you probably sealed the whatever-this-is because it was threatening the whole thriving civilization on this planet, right? So they did what they could to put this damned thing away so their culture can thrive in peace.
"Now I'm going to take a wild guess here, but I assume literally everything on this rock is deadder than whatever made the bones on my uniform. Completely goddamned empty. By no fault of your own, by the way. So, the question becomes, if this thing is bothering you, why stick around? It's your planet, yes, and all this old-a** culture's lying about for only you to explore like some weird proprietary playground, but that's all it is. It isn't your friends or family or even anywhere near the battlefield. Certainly you could still stick around and study the statue for all it's worth, but at least there's no imminent sense of danger by just leaving it here for a touch." He tried for a bashful smile, though the gesture was lost in the dim lighting.
"Honestly I'd love for a change of venue though. You said there's a library? Do you know the way?" He looked from Caliban to the statue to Caliban again, hoping he rmembered enough of the surrounding locale to assess a path to the library.
Caliban answered in short order, however, and Scholomance was too eager to follow. Leaving the statue behind — especially knowing both its longevity and implied power — brought a sense of ease in his perpetually amped nerves. He followed with short clacks of bone heels against stone, bringing to mind the thocking of Schörl's cane in peripheral nightmare. Absently he rubbed the leftovers of his right arm.
Scholomance kept his eyes primarily trained on the shifting form before him or the path at his feet, for the dim light left no great study for the world about him. He wondered, then, if Caliban ever knew light — if it had a sun, or even a day-night cycle of appreciable proportions. Or was Caliban like … What was it, Uranus? Which one had a 42-year contiguous day cycle? Mulling over the trivia behind the planets promised a much better time than reflecting back on a potential death-statue.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2017 6:53 pm
For some reason, Caliban felt as though the knight was irritated. Caliban wouldn't be surprised at least, this seemed like something that really didn't need any look into it. And that's what Caliban would have done, had he not sensed it... "Those waves that are coming out, I don't believe they should be. And they've become bigger in the times that I've visited this place. So either it's just going through a cycle or the seal is weakening, meaning that at some point, I would assume soon, it will finally be broken, revealing the beast." Or at least, that's how it felt. He didn't have all of his past life memories, and at some points he had wished that his past-self had kept a diary or something that he could find. But then again, that was one of the reasons they were here. Caliban had been too intimidated to explore the place himself. He didn't know what even half of these buildings were for, and had kept to the outskirts of the ruins, trying to stay as far away from the statue as possible. He was a little surprised at the next question. Caliban wasn't sure how he knew this, though he had read a couple of books that he had found. "Whatever monster is there, it travels from planet to planet, at least from one of the books I've read. It didn't used to always be here. And while I know that everything except Earth is pretty dead at this point, if it were able to make it's way from planet to planet, it might get to someone else's or even to Earth itself." Considering that 'Caliban' was a moon of Uranus, it was very likely that it could hope to Uranus next, and then to the other planets of the system. In terms of the universe, it wasn't that long of a distance. "I wouldn't even come here anymore if for certain I knew that it would just be stuck there forever." He shook his head, sighing. "That seal isn't meant to last forever though. If what I read is correct, none of the seals here lasted forever. They were more like temporary restraining devices. The one sealing that monster is just the most powerful one." Prisoners, uncontrollable magic, creatures of all sorts, items, etc. They were usually temporarily sealed until they were released by whomever had requested the seal. It was easier to transport things and others when one needed it. After all, there wasn't much chance of escaping if a prisoner was sealed during the duration of their transportation to some dungeon or prison. He continued to walk, and although he didn't really seem to want to be here, Scholo still followed him. He was slightly grateful for it. Even if the man was rough, it was still better than being alone on this planet. Soon enough though they reached the outside of the Cathedral, which lead to the outside of the town. Caliban took a left, going for a building that looked like it was mostly still in-tact compared to the others. It seemed that knowledge and education was highly regarded on the planet, considering how broken down some of the other buildings were. It was possible that the monster had destroyed some before it had been sealed. Eventually, the reached the library, though there was no door to open. One could just walk inside and head to where they wanted. "It's on the second floor on the right." He said, starting to lead Scholo to where he had found the books.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2017 2:58 am
"Oh. That's a bit of a dilemma," Scholomance responded in his usual laissez-faire tone. "Still, if it has the energy to hop its way down to Earth in a timely manner, there's a whol host of senshi and knights to face it. No need to try to seal it alone.
"I think that's something that often gets forgotten by people of today. The senshi of old were powerful, yes, but laden with tasks. I've never once been to a world where its senshi had nothing asked of them. And they're all spread out over this ridiculously vast star system, yes? So perhaps the Caliban of old had to face that nasty ******** by themselves, but even if it breaks out, you don't have to quite worry about that. You have a whole army of able bodies on the home front.
"Not that I'm saying you can't face this thing here. Oh, double-negative, how uncouth. But, I'm just saying there's more options than there used to be. And while I've been randomly jerked to planets presumably for assistance, I really don't know how reliable that system is. If you put yourself in mortal danger, of course." But Caliban sounded dead-determined to face the creature on the same terms of his old self. Who was Scholomance to deter him from this, really? Sure, it might feel great to say he measured up to his old self and beat the beast of yore for the next incarnation of Caliban. Besides, if he got himself killed out here, what was the loss? One senshi. It's only ever one senshi. There's no branching hierarchy among the White Moon, so their losses meant nothing as long as guardian cats were moving along with awakenings.
If Caliban wanted to throw his life away on a suicide mission, that was his business. Scholomance would simply smile and nod his way back to Earth and keep his strategies to himself.
Scholomance followed dutifully behind, his attention occasionally slipping back to the statue for signs of its livelihood. But they long passed the point of visibility, and his curiosity ended with tipping on a rock. He recovered before he could eat the barely-visible floor, however.
"A touch off-topic, but is it ever daytime here?" The question echoed softly from the cathedral's ambulatory.
Scholomance mentally noted that the library's displays were simply open — for a place so poorly lit, did they expect it to conceal their collective knowledge? Or did they simply not care about theft? The questions were shelved as he ascended the steps behind the senshi and arrived on another floor. Many books made themselves known on many shelves, though he could not read their language and knew not here to start.
"How many of these are written in English?" Scholomance reached for the first book that looked printed in roman characters. "The good old days liked to suffer from the Babel problem — no one ever thought to invent a universal language across all these planets. Or if they did, they never bothered to write in it.Trying to find anything legible on Saturn was a trip, let me tell you."
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 7:05 pm
Scholomance's words were a bit reassuring, and Caliban relaxed for a moment, shoulders lowering into a more natural position. However, the hair on the back of his neck still prickled. As long as that thing was still here, then he would continue to feel the unease that came along with being here. He sighed. "Yes... You are right. I should be able to rely a bit more on my fellow senshi and the knights since we're all stuck on one planet now. I suppose I just feel like it's entirely up to me because it's my planet and my problem. A sense of responsibility I guess." Scholomance was the only other person he had been able to take to the planet, and the knight had a good point. Caliban had been worry about this, as though it was limited to just himself. "It might be that my past self is seeping a bit into my present self. In the past it was up to myself. It's like it's telling me that I'm the only one that can do it, even if logically, I know that's not true and I should just be able to ask for help."The stress of the situation had been getting to him apparently, and it was good for someone else to point out what he was doing and that it was probably a bit crazy. He hadn't ever been in a situation such as this before. His life had been fairly mundane and easy before all of this, so to be thrown into all of this, well he had solved all of his other problems in life by himself, he supposed it was natural that he thought he would have to do this one alone too. He shook his head at Scholomance's question about the lighting. "From what I've seen, no. From what I've been able to tell and spending time on here so far, I'm sure it's supposed to have some sunlight. If I'm guessing correctly, then there's probably some sort of curse or something that's causing it to be in continual darkness. It just came as usual and then never left." He had only seen some pictures in books relating to that fact, that the night had come after sealing the great monster. Caliban quickly moved over to a stack of books that looked like they had been used recently. "These are all of the ones I've found so far. Some of them are journals, some of them are books about the life on this planet, and some are about the actual problem. The babel problem is here and alive as well though. Barely any of these texts are legible. Some of them I've thought about bringing back or something and trying to find someone who can translate it for me. I doubt it though. They seem to be in some ancient language. If there was only some sort of Rosetta stone for these it would make everything a lot easier." A universal language would have been amazingly helpful. And considering that the celestial objects within the universe seemed to have no problem traveling to one another, why hadn't they come up with something universal? He supposed that it was just too hard for some to change their ways. Funny how the more things changed and the farther they got in the future, the more things stayed the same. "Do you know any of these languages? I've been trying to put them in stacks of the same language when I recognize it, but none of them are from Earth. I'm just putting them in the order from what I can tell of the symbols, but I can't read any of it."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2018 9:30 am
We're all a bit saddled with strange little hang-ups about our knighthoods and senshihoods. Maybe that's why everyone wants to go it alone.
"A curse," Scholomance echoed with a frown. "Certainly makes looking around a whole lot harder. If you're lucky, all the nasty curses are tied up into that statue. If they aren't, then you're probably looking at a lifelong pursuit of dispelling curses around the place." Might never see the sun. I wonder if that'd really be a bummer, though.
He paged through the book in his hand as he listened to Caliban. Thick-bound and glazed with dust, the book looked promising as some kind of encyclopedia or a public record. Perhaps what he was really looking at was unabridged courtroom documents. But he skimmed the foreign words in hopes of patterns to stand out in the text — bolded, meaningless phrases on repeat — or universally legible pictures. He found neither. "You're certainly right about these being illegible. I run a pawn shop, so sometimes I get foreign language goods crawling through my door, and this looks like no language I've run into at this fruitful time of my life. Quite the shame, isn't it? Solving our wonders' problems would get leagues easier if we could just read what they had on offer." Especially if one of these books was dedicated to Caliban's problem.
He crossed the room in quick strokes to meet Caliban at his sequestered stack. True to word, none sported legible lettering across their spines. Some were even unnamed in the dim light of Babylon's trinket. "When you leave your planet, things don't tend to go with you. And I think anyone hired Earth-side to look through the books would get quite curious about where they came from." And if the translator was in contact with or working for the Negaverse… His mouth stretched into a sympathetic grimace.
"None of them look familiar to me, though. I think the most we'll get out of this trip will come from pictures." He paged open another, flipped through, and found a single picture of the old statue but little else of note. "You might have to come up with a new way of handling an old problem."
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