Role-Play [Open RP] Freelanders

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  1. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    ((Come one and all! This is just a starting point. It's general fantasy without very many restrictions. Thought it could be fun! <3))

    Deep within the confines of the Marble Kingdom's libraries, Valis turned the pages of a tome that threw dust across a newly-cleaned table, causing some of the librarians to emit exasperated sighs.

    The library was a beautiful, circular bastion of white-wood bookshelves, woven so tightly together that they seemed almost like a thing of nature and not a construction. Beads of dust and detritus danced in the dim moonlight that peered through the tall windows, shackling everyone in a silhouette of blue and black, casting long shadows into the deep alleyways between shelves.

    It had been the third time that the Dreamwalker had walked into the hallowed halls in order to bury her head away from required lectures and magic theory. Instead, she humbled her knowledge with books on botany occasionally blinking tiredness from the corners of her eyes.

    Here, in the silence of the tall halls, she could be alone.

    But not for long.
     
  2. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    ((AHHHH something set in a library this is my jam! :D))

    Chaiya, with an armful of books, walked down a winding hall of the vast library. She wanted to hum, but the oppressive silence at this time of night always intimidated her. Other than the soft patter of her slippers and the swish of her librarian's robes, she was inaudible.

    These particular books needed to go back on the shelf. Chaiya had found them sitting out on a table that afternoon and left them alone, in case a patron had simply stepped away for a moment. However, it was much, much later in the day, and the dusty tomes hadn't been touched. Chaiya took it upon herself to return them.

    As much as she liked this time of night, Chaiya sometimes wished for something big to happen. She wasn't really a librarian, not yet. She was a library assistant, which meant nothing fun. Well, it was fun to put books away, because it was always a treat to walk around, finding the books' homes and seeing what sorts of people haunted the nooks of this vast citadel of knowledge.

    But what she'd really like to do is work with the artifacts. Much more than simple books to be studied, the artifacts were objects of great power and needed special housing to preserve them. They weren't allowed to leave the library, but (in the company of a trained artifact librarian) important types could study them in person. Chaiya didn't know what kind of artifacts the library actually had; it was all very secret and secure (What was an 'artifact,' anyway?). So much for free knowledge, Chaiya thought, musing over her most coveted dream. First, she had to become a librarian. Then, she had to prove she was worthy and responsible enough to become an artifact librarian. Then, and only then, would she be able to see inside the collection.

    Unfortunately, Chaiya was too wrapped up in her own world to notice the small table and chair at the end of a shelf. She tripped right into it, bringing the books, table, and chair all down with her. The noise from the crash, combined with her surprised 'Eep!' echoed through the halls.

    Embarrassed and a little bruised, Chaiya just lay there for a moment, soaking it all in. Just perfect, she thought. Oh, her superior would be mad...
     
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    Despite their best efforts, the librarians could not keep speckles of dust from marring the pure, white shelves that sprawled gracefully through the massive building. The dim moonlight made the wood glisten, the dust giving it a sparkling quality that was surprisingly beautiful to the man peering at the endless rows of tomes. Honestly, he preferred the shelves this way. He stood on the second floor, lost in thought as he once again searched fruitlessly for elusive, perhaps even mythical knowledge. This man, in his fine robes of deep crimson had been searching tirelessly for three days. He felt his sharp eyebrows might fall off his face at any moment if he continued this hunt.

    As far as Solus was concerned, he was alone. His current hunting grounds were located far from the railing, towards the back corner at the end of a row. He hadn't seen anyone for hours. Had it been hours? He looked out the window. All day, huh? It seemed pretty late so he was most likely alone. The scholarly man preferred being by himself most times. People didn't exactly make him uncomfortable, but his obsessive search was easier done without explanation. Others had a tendency to ask questions. Okay, maybe his work was slipping, and maybe a miscalculation on a formula caused an unexpected reaction that nearly blew a lord's hair off his head, but still, nosiness was not appreciated. If they could not find him, they could not demand explanation.

    His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden crash that shattered the utter silence of the library. Solus was glad he was alone. He jumped. The man hurried to the other end of the row and peered over the railing. On the ground was a prone figure, seemingly uninjured, but surrounded by scattered books. She looked more stunned than anything. His sharp features took on a curious expression, hazel eyes taking in the sight below him. He recognized the assistant and guessed she wasn't watching where she was going, crashing into an empty table.

    Except, it wasn't an empty table. Another familiar figure sat at the table with a particularly dusty tome, which seemed to be her favorite type. Solus didn't know her name as he had only ever seen her here, and only in the last few days. She was here as much as he was, probably more. It occurred to him that perhaps they had something in common. A normal person probably would've started a conversation by now, using that as a way to start it. But he wasn't a normal person.

    He was hunched behind the railing so they wouldn't see him.
     
  4. Paladin_girl

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    The calamity echoed throughout the large chamber; the young assistant’s yelp and the clatter of books and artefacts scattering across the floor.


    Before long, Valis found her view upturned. She was facing the corridors, but they seemed a little…


    Upside down.


    ‘… Huh,’ she muttered, dazed interest dancing arily in her tone.


    The book she was reading had spread onto her stomach, her delicate palms resting atop of it.


    Her cranium throbbed against the cold floor, her hair scattered in all directions. Sitting up, the tome flopped onto her legs and she looked around, her double-vision melding smoothly into one, revealing the shadowy dance of velvet robes and elegant strands of auburn hair stuck between her table, chair and a pile of books.


    Valis recalled the assistant, often bustling with endless tasks. The researcher admired the woman’s near void-like supply of energy and her dedication to the book-filled sanctuary that she seemingly dwelt in. It felt wrong, somehow, that this was the first time that she’d address such a hard-working soul.


    All the while, the Dreamwalker felt eyes watching over the catastrophe – but surely that was just her imagination. Glancing up, she saw a figure at the rails, his body simultaneously obfuscated by nocturnal gloom, washed with moonlight, and the dance of dust that rose from the assistant’s fall, disturbing years of abandonment, for better or worse. Unsure of who the figure was, Valis’ first instinct was to smile, pull a face and beckon the stranger down before all attentions fell on the maiden before her.


    Squatting beside the assistant, she grinned mischievously.


    ‘Hi!’
     
  5. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    Embarrassment turned into mortification as a face came into view. There had been a person at the table. There had been. A person. At. The table. She was so fired. It was only a matter of time before an actual librarian came to investigate. She would never be able to work in another library again for as long as she-

    "Hi!" the figure said brightly.

    Chaiya scrambled to a sitting position. "I...Uhm... I-I am so so sorry! Are you ok I wasn't looking where I was going and I didn't mean to run into your table and are you okay please be okay..." she rambled as she leaned forward to brush any dust off the poor girl's clothing. Forget about the books, this was a patron that she may have hurt. "Just tell me if I hurt you 'cause these books are really heavy and can totally take a toe out and the table- Oh the table fell over! Oh no... I can take you to the infirmary on site if you need to, just let me know! I know where it is and everything!"

    Thoroughly expecting the person to be one of those I-look-happy-but-I'm-actually-going-to-kill-you types, Chaiya braced for a barrage of berating blame. ((I couldn't help it, sue me))
     
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    Valis stared at the young assistant as she panicked over the accident. She grinned and took the girl's hands gently as she attempted to dust down the sleepy scholar, beaming warmly at the girl.

    'Easy now,' she responded softly, 'you don't have to worry. It was just an accident - I'm just hiding from my classes. I won't say anything if you don't.' The Dreamwalker winked and offered a grin before looking up at the figure at the balcony. 'I assume that our audience can do the same?'
     
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    Solus had thought he was hidden from view, but he was immediately discovered by his research companion. She hunched over the dazed assistant before glancing up and honing in on him like he was glowing. He panicked, turned to run and promptly fell on his face with another crash. The robed man cursed the hem of his crimson garb for getting caught under foot. He was really hoping they were the only ones in the library now because while his fall was less noisy than the earlier table crash, every noise felt amplified in the silence of the building. He laid upon the ground for a moment, considering pretending to be knocked out before dismissing the idea as foolish.

    By the time he managed to pull himself upright again he heard Valis mention something about an audience and looked over the rail. She was looking at him again. A shiver ran through him. He didn't like being stared at, especially after being caught in such an awkward situation. The scholarly man attempted to look away but knew he couldn't escape. He moved towards the stairs and descended them slowly. His body was moving slowly while his mind ran a mile a minute. What was he supposed to say? What did people say when someone was injured? Did he need to go get someone?

    Solus moved towards the girls, trying to keep his eyes up even though they kept falling to the ground. It would be far worse if he tripped again, especially while moving towards them. He raised his hand in greeting and spoke quietly, "H-hello, is she okay?"
     
  8. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    "Our... audience?" Chaiya asked, quieter than before. She looked up to where the student was looking, and saw another figure watching them. Great. Now there were two witnesses to her incompetence. Chaiya needed to get this place cleaned up and fast. But, more importantly, she needed to salvage the situation. Either one of these people could report her (although something in the back of her mind told her they wouldn't; it would have been obvious, if she used her brain a little more). The main question was how exactly one salvaged anything like this. Chaiya was sure there was a book on it somewhere. Maybe it was one of the ones she held! Or, was holding a few minutes ago.

    THUMP.

    Chaiya saw the figure turn away from the railing, and if she wasn't mistaken, fall over. Hearing another noise amplified by the vast hall, so close to her own racket-making antics, struck her as absolutely ridiculous. She started laughing nervously as she stood, holding out a hand to the student she bumped into. A few moments later, she saw the figure round the staircase. At least he (for she could see now that he was, in fact, a he) seemed to be alright. She'd better check, just in case.

    The man had reached them by the time Chaiya was scrambling to pick up the books, and hopefully separate them from the ones the student had been using. Chaiya recognized him vaguely, but then, she tried hard to give patrons their space. It wasn't something the other librarians were very good at, though. Which meant that she should probably wrap up here and never return to this area of the library ever again; it was only a matter of time before an actual librarian nosed her way over here.

    "Hello there... Um I'm not sure who you're referring to, I hope you're okay and I'm fine and everything's fine and I'll just put these books up and be on my way!" Chaiya said quickly, trying and failing to be professional, calm, and collected. She started to organize the tomes she was already holding, but mainly succeeded in dropping two as they slipped off the top of the stack. THUMP, THUMP. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

    Chaiya went bright red. Did someone cast a clumsy charm or something?! This was officially a fiasco. Chaiya quickly bent back down to stack the books on the floor before she tried picking them up. They kept opening to random pages, and then another book would fall on that one and bend the pages, and in her haste she was only making it worse. Formulas and diagrams sprung out of the tomes at her, but she tried to pay no attention to what the books actually said. What a mess.
     
  9. Paladin_girl

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    Valis watched the chaos, stunned. Her face betrayed awe whilst her eyes invoked humour – what a catastrophe.


    She couldn’t help it – by the time the books had started to form oddly-timed pulses of thuds across the room, the Dreamwalker was busy burying her face into her sleeves, muffling laughter. In her good humour, she gathered herself enough to start picking up some of the diagrams and measurements, attempting to clumsily tuck them back into the tomes. She brandished the books towards the timid young woman with a warm smile and a wink, unaware that she was perched on one other volume.


    She glanced at their clumsy ‘spy’ with a chuckle. He was a mess.


    ‘Quite the giveaway. Are you all right?’
     
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    It took Solus a moment to notice that Valis had spoken to him and not the librarian. The flustered girl was busy trying to clean up but the scholarly man couldn't help but notice she was practically running in circles. No, his research companion was looking at him. He looked himself up and down only to notice he was, in fact, a mess. His crimson robes hung around him in a disjointed shamble. He tried to adjust it but ended up flailing and wrapping the garment as tightly as he could around his body. When he tried to respond he found he couldn't speak because he couldn't breathe.

    He released his robes, threw up his arms as if to say he gave up and promptly sat at the table. His fingers circled on the rough cover of a lone book that remained thus far unclaimed. His expression was one of a man resigning himself to awkwardness. He looked as chagrined as a man could. "Fine," he squeaked. It was at this time he realized both women were his junior by at least ten, if not fifteen years. He wondered if they could see his gray hairs. Did he have wrinkles around his eyes? Of course he did, but they probably were not from age so much as his habit of squinting into books. However, all he could think about was his age. This didn't look particularly good. Should a man his age be skulking about a dimly lit library with two younger women? Would they hate him for thinking such things?

    It was at this point he noticed the name on the cover of the book. It was old and something he rarely saw. His earlier guess that she was researching was spot on. "You," he mustered more depth than a squeak this time, talking to Valis, but not being specific. His conversation skills needed work. "I've seen you here a lot lately. You've been here as much as..." He trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. Maybe tonight was the first time he had been spotted. "What are you researching? This is an old book, most people your age wouldn't find interest in this."
     
  11. Fraeyalise

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    Chaiya finally got herself back together enough that she was now holding all the books she had originally been holding (she thought), with all the others back on the table. Flustered, shaking, and a shade of red that clashed heavily with her orange hair, Chaiya backed away from the two patrons. What a nightmare tonight turned into! The man addressed the other girl, and Chaiya found her exit. She nodded to both of them, and, very carefully, made her way down the common area to the aisle her pile of books called home.

    Partway there, Chaiya realized that she didn't really want to stay in this area of the library anymore. Actually, this could wait until the morning shift got here. She turned completely around and started walking back towards the patrons. This time, however, she made a detour through a few aisles so she wouldn't have to face them again. This was so embarrassing...

    Chaiya made it up to the main desk, where her supervisor was supposed to be. However, the librarian was gone. Hm... Chaiya thought, that's weird. Even though she was actually pleased no one was at the desk to see her flustered visage and ask questions, this was a bit worrying. The desk was always supposed to be staffed. Still though, she'd better take advantage of this while she could. Chaiya put her stack of books on the counter with the others that needed to be replaced, and ran to a washroom.

    Looking in the mirror, Chaiya sighed heavily. Her dark brown eyes gazed back at her with a critical expression. You are completely off your game tonight, missy. Her blazing hair needed to be re-tied out of her face, and her robe was all crumpled. She was a mess. Determined to make the rest of her shift better, Chaiya went about fixing her appearance and calming herself down.

    When Chaiya arrived back at the desk, her supervisor was there. However, Archivist Mariyan was rushing around, flipping through papers, and generally upsetting the painstakingly organized space. A set of Archivist keys were at her belt, but other than that Archivist Mariyan was more of a mess Chaiya had been. Had Chaiya's little mishap with the patrons been that upsetting? Did one of the patrons complain?! Chaiya had to explain herself.

    "Archivist Mariyan! I apologize for earlier! I was just planning on putting some books back; I didn't realize there was anyone at the table! I will do better next time! Please, give me another chance!" Chaiya said, starting her piece as professional as she could, but ending with a whiny plea that was not professional at all.

    "Oh! Chaiya, what are you talking about?! Nevermind, I don't have time for this! Chaiya, stay at this desk until I come back, and do not leave!" Archivist Mariyan commanded. Briskly, she stalked off towards the more secretive parts of the library. Chaiya guess the Archivist had found whatever she had been looking for, but the desk was an absolute mess.

    "What happened?" Chaiya couldn't help calling after the Archivist.

    "None of your business, Assisstant!" Mariyan snapped back, echoing through the halls.

    Something must be wrong. Archivist Mariyan was obsessive about the desk. She was also obsessive about having someone at the desk at all times. The fact that she not only abandoned her post, but left a mess for Chaiya to clean up was drastically out of character. Even when that wizard had almost blown up the Great Reading Room, Mariyan had stayed to make sure Chaiya understood her special filing system before running off to deal with it. Something must be really, really wrong.

    Still, Chaiya was determined to become the best employee ever. She'd start with doing what she was told and staying at the desk. But... it wouldn't hurt to search for the file or book that Archivist Mariyan was so intent on taking with her. If Chaiya could find what was missing, maybe she could figure out what was going on! Chaiya smiled, and got to work putting the desk back in order.
     
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    Valis offered Solus a sagely smile and a slight inclination – it was strange how a library could strip one’s identity and reinforce it at the same time. All had a unique story to tell, yet all were here for the same reason: to peer into the havens of another mind’s work and graciously absorb all that was there to uncover.


    Such mysticism, the world of books.


    Chuckling softly at her slight pomposity, Valis hefted her book from the linen-and-parchment mess that had sundered their peaceful night, ready to explain to the man why she’d hidden herself in the vast chamber. Her eye however, caught Chaiya’s retreating back – and for a moment, a look of guilt passed her pale features, ushering in a twinge of self-consciousness.


    Of course, Valis thought with an inward sight, I must have been such a distraction.


    Clearing her throat, Valis beamed at Solus and offered her book to the quiet individual, which was gingerly carried by a pair of slender hands.


    The Art of Kimsalatz Botany, read the cover.


    ‘I uh… wanted to learn about gardening. Again.’ Valis explained, her self-consciousness returning and a touch of pink rising to her face.


    At that moment, the hard tap-tap-tap of footsteps grew ever nearer. Valis couldn’t help but look behind her excitedly, hoping that the young librarian had returned to their company.


    Instead, she encountered someone quite different, passing by them.


    ‘Friend,’ she said to Solus softly, ‘was it my imagination, or was that Archivist Mariyan that just passed us? Seems a little odd, don’t you think?’
     
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    Solus didn't notice the exit of the assistant. His eyes were fixed on the book. Kimsalatz? He knew this book well. Honestly, if he were so inclined he could probably grow the finest garden. He wasn't sure why it was just now occurring to him, but the scholarly man realized this was not the only book on botany and gardening he had ever read. In fact, he had read a great many of the books in the library, books of every subject. He had a mind like a steel trap. If he concentrated hard enough he could visualize entire pages from the books he had read.

    Because of this he knew that Kimsalatz was fairly specialized. He counted in his head five other books that would be better for learning about gardening in general. What was she trying to learn? His eyes traveled back up to ponder on her face, but again he felt odd staring at a younger woman. Was it rude? Was he weird? Of course he was weird, everyone told him that. But was it weird for someone like him to stare at someone like her? Would she figure out that he was trying to figure her out?

    "If you want to know about gardening," he began in an even tone, somehow managing to sound normal for the first time that night. The word "friend" stopped him. When did they become friends? He didn't even know her name. The question almost went over his head as he contemplated the meaning of friendship.

    "Ah," he looked in the direction of the sound. "Mariyan is always here," he said offhandedly. "I've never considered it odd before. Do you think she's odd? She's certainly dedicated, but from someone known to be odd about someone else I would say she isn't as odd as people tell me I am."
     
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    The analytical stare of her unexpected guest did not escape the Apprentice’s eye. Something about it however did not unnerve her, as if she was either used to such stares or simply took no offence. She offered him a smile as he untangled and re-tangled his thoughts, turning over the possibilities – botany or otherwise – in his head until he unravelled them to the world.


    She nearly laughed as the term ‘friend’ made him verbally trip. His next remark made the woman rub her chin softly in thought.


    ‘Ah, there is odd my dear, then there is odd. Let us ask our library assistant and see if it’s out of the blue. You could say that my gut reaction is leaning towards the … other kind of odd. Your version however, would be most welcome.’ She grinned softly and began to make her way towards the librarian’s desk, greeting anyone there with a welcome smile.
     
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    Solus blinked when she tried to create a distinction between the different types of odd with tone alone. He was a clever man, but such inflection was lost on him. The scholarly man simply nodded as if he understood, fearing being called odd himself, even though he was used to it. When she stood to approach the desk he didn't budge. His mind was stuck on botany. A moment later he realized that in his zoned-out state he had been staring dead ahead, directly at his companion's receding back. A startled noise escaped him and he looked around quickly to make sure no one noticed. It was a terrible misunderstanding that was nearly impossible to explain away.

    He sighed and stood from the table, carefully pushing the chair in and following behind Valis, remaining a few steps behind her so she could do the talking. Why was he participating? This was the first break he had taken from his studies in a long while. It was nearly impossible to distract him from his studies, yet here he was. Trying to guess why someone known to be highstrung was in a huff. If anything was odd, this was.
     
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    Whatever had caught onto it, nobody would have been able to control what happened next. As Valis moved around a corner, she heard something drop - or did it fall? - to the ground.

    The next thing she knew, light was scattering everywhere, as if fireflies were being set loose and filling the air like a horde of bees. Valis shut her eyes tightly and covered her ears as a loud screech echoed throughout the chamber. She felt the ground leave as everything was thrown into the air.

    What she - and everyone else landed in - was nothing short of a trench. On the edge of it stood the Marble Kingdom's head inquisitor, his face paling with impending rage.
     
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    Solus followed slowly, still turning over the prospect of himself being distracted in his head as he walked. His steps were uneven and absent, carrying him in a zig-zag pattern as he moved towards the corner. The scholarly man was lucky that a large amount of space was between the tables and the shelves, or else he would have been bumping into them. His mind worked tirelessly over the simple issue of their current predicament, but it snapped out of it when something felt different about the air as he approached the corner. Valis had disappeared beyond just a moment ago and he heard something drop.

    Whispered words slithered delicately through the silence of the library and once everything settled a peculiar sight was revealed. While any others in the area stood near, or laid prone in the trench, the older gentleman floated just above it, in line with the parts of the floor that were still intact as if the section beneath him had not crumbled away. He blinked curiously, as if he wasn't even aware of the spell he had just cast. His eyes strayed towards the raging man as only a single word managed to escape him meekly.

    "What?"