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Weathered books lay stacked upon new ones in massive piles spread out over a large portion of the library floor. Wraith sighed. This might take longer than he'd originally thought. He really couldn't help but create masses of paper-- he'd figured out long ago that it was better to archive too much rather than too little. It was time to do a little organizing, however.

Wraith looked up at the high, vaulted ceilings of the spacious, airy room. The library was his retreat; he rarely felt better than when surrounded by the written word. Books, at least, didn't scream or try to kill you. He picked up a pile of blank sheets and set them on the dark, swirled marble counter that stretched across the library in a wide arc. At least he'd have help.

Having realized she as probably going to be late for her first real mission- Nice one, Sam- she hurried down the hallway that led to the library. She was a little ashamed to admit that she hadn't been down here yet, given how much she loved books, and words, and stories. But she was here now, and she was going to put her idle mind to use, and actually try to help. Knocking lightly- shyly- on the door, she slipped into the room as she adjusted her glasses- a nervous habit of her. "Ah, Mr. Wraith. And Eponine," she added when she saw the other girl, a genuine smile lighting on her face. "Will we be working together, then?"

Samantha, rather heartened by this friendly greeting, found her smile broadening, she moved her way around the stacks of books over to the girl she had started to consider a friend. "I'm glad to be working with you as well," she said, before considering the other's second statement. "I'm not sure, exactly. I can't imagine needing more than two or three people to work on filing records..." Looking around, though, she wondered. "Though it seems like we'd need an army to wade through all of this information."

"I suppose we can start then," Eponine heard Wraith said. ...That meant no one else was coming? She had almost relaxed until she heard her name called: "Eponine, I'd like you to begin on the left, with the political and geographical information."

Uh-oh.

But...maybe this was a good thing! It'd be like a geography lesson, one long overdue. Right?

She retreated to the indicated corner, gingerly taking up some papers on the top of one of the stacks. It was a detailing of the tribes of Africa, wherever and whatever that was. "Um, Mr. Wraith, how would you like these organized?"

"You can organize them based on country, Eponine. Make sure to keep track of the different countries-- there could be trouble otherwise. Geographical information shouldn't be too difficult, but the politics may get tricky. If you need any help, just ask."

Wraith slowly made his way to where Samantha was, carrying another stack of loose papers. As he walked, the top sheet and an envelope clipped to it both fluttered from his grip and landed gently beside Samantha. The letter lay pressed against the snow white sheet, an elegant lotus pressed into its fibres. The sheet, covered in tiny, slanted foreign script, was quickly the centre of attention as Wraith dropped his pile with a resounding thud and made to snatch up the offending articles.

"...Thank you. That's all right." As Wraith went to retrieve the letter his eyes fell, as if by habit, over Samantha's pile of unsorted books. He hesitated for an instant, then quickly straightened, regained full composure, and smiled slightly at the recruit as he retrieved the fallen letter and its sheet.

"Actually-" He reached towards a thin, beaten volume two or three down from the top of Samantha's pile, tucked the envelope and sheet carefully under one elbow, and made to uncover it. "I'd like to pull this one out for the moment. You won't have to worry about saving a place for it; I'll work it into the order when you two are done."
A bit of exposed binding revealed a few over-worked, scrolling letters: "-igione."

It was just one more sleepless night.
Hyo wasn't feeling so well lately. It weren't problems of the body that troubled him - no, it was his mind that gave him a hard time.
Many weeks passed already since he was taken in by mister Sian. He was learning engrish, both written and spoken, and according to the Kind Spirit he was making quite a progress with it. He got to know some of the other recruits, and made his room as home-like as he could, with those few items that he took with him from the House.
He had a place to live, food to eat, and people to befriend.
And he wasn't doing anything to repay the kindness that mister Sian showed him when he took him in.
Oh sure, he was helping with the cleaning and cooking together with miss Estrelas, and all the little jobs that needed to be done he did without asking. But there was nothing else he could do.

When he met mister Sian, they didn't talk much. Probably because neither of them could understand the other's language, and everything needed to go through the translator. But from what he understood, he was gathering people to help with something really, really big.
...then why did he took me? I can do only the houseworks.

With that on his mind, Hyo couldn't sleep at all. It was the third day so far, and aside of the forced, short naps He haven't slept at all. And even though he knew he should, he wasn't sleepy at all.
Now Hyo was walking through the corridor, directing himself towards the Room of Books. Raibrary, it was called, though the symbols for its writing were even more different. But it was the room of knowledge. And he thought that if he wasn't sleeping anyway, he could at least learn some more.

And yet, when he reached the door, inside there was light. Someone else wasn't sleeping?
The boy went in quietly, and looked around. Finding someone he was least expecting to see.
"...Mister Sian...?"

Lokiari had heard the rumors of Wraith's terrible administrative capabilities. Of the mounds of papers that were stacked and un-organized, that needed to be filed and appropriately placed where they needed to go. Secretly she had been looking for a way to take over and fix it so that things would be perfect. Or at least somewhat easier for her boss. So far she had not succeeded. That is, not until she heard some whispering of a "mission" Wraith had created to get the files cleaned up and organized. And so the strong-willed Norwegian woman quickly had marched throughout LOTUS spreading the word that any new recruits remotely interested in the workings of LOTUS should meet her in the library. If she knew her superior well he would likely push himself past his limits to get this taken care of, and so she took a pack full of papers, pens, and snacks with her when she headed to the library.

At the doorway she stopped and took a deep breath, preparing herself to kick anyone useless out of the room. Even if it was her boss. Still, though, she carefully knocked before opening the door. A small smile touched her lips as she noticed her boss asleep atop a pile of books. Quickly she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and bent over him to lift him. He protested, but was too tired to do much about it as she put him on the couch near the back of the room. At least this way he was still "supervising". The slight strain she felt when moving him reminded her she should start working out more heavily again - when she'd been a Marine a lift of a man not that much taller than herself hadn't been too big of a problem. In fact, it had been routine.

Once Wraith was situated she turned to the rest of the people in the room, none of them appeared to be helping very much and so she quickly shooed them out the door before placing her hands on her hips and glancing at the mess within the room. Looked like they had a lot of work to do yet!

Bright eyes sparkling she looked at the door and waited, hopefully a few people would show up! After all, many hands make for light work!