Role-Play The Shattered World

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  1. Isa

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    Bran was in front of the great window that had once been a doorway marking the Great Library's Main entrance. During the night a stray gust of wind had shifted the direction of the shard in way that left the sun to rise directly between the two halls that ran to either side of the giant window in front of him. the long age darkened length of his staff lay on the ground next to him as he sat on the floor his legs crossed staring out at the sun that was slowly coming into view despite the fact that it had been over an hour since it had turned the sky a brilliant crimson color before fading to blue. He knew from some of the old books that long before the cataclysm the sun and the brilliant coloring that heralded the days arrival had come at the same time, and while the thickness of Fincayra's atmosphere still darkened the sun enough to provide four or five hours of darkness each day the sky still turned back to the daylight colors long before the sun could be seen from most shards.

    He had shown up a lot earlier than he wanted the others too, he would miss the entrance hall, ever since his mothers death he had come here to think and be alone, now that he was leaving the library he knew he wouldn't be able to come easily. He wore his usual clothing and had a heavy leather backpack laying on the side opposite his staff. in it was a few changes of clothing each the same as he wore, a spare set of boots that were died a dark gray, It also held two relics one was one of the dozen that had been found capable of mapping out earth shards after a few minutes, and the other was a hallow red tube covered with pierce work that from what the researchers could tell was able to translate most any language that had been encountered by the traveling Inheritors.

    A stack of neatly written papers lay in front of him, they contained all the information he could find about the world seeds, despite setting out to find him they had little to work with beyond legends. He had shown up early so he would have some time to think. really all they knew about the seeds was that there were several of them, each representing some physical or possibly spiritual aspect of Fincayra from before the cataclysm a few rumors and legends said that they were really the old gods that were sleeping until the world had paid for whatever crime had earned the shattering, others that they were simply the earth shards magically shrunken down. All he could tell for sure from everything discovered and heard about the world seeds was that they were rare, varied in size from as big as a man to the size of a pebble, and took on a lot of shapes. at least that['s what he thought, they could all be giant shards like the library that happened to hold secrets about how to use the magic that the Winged messengers had wielded before the cataclysm. He reached over his shoulder idly rubbing at the aching stiffness between his shoulder blades that was the curse of an inheritor. He slipped the stack of parchment into his pack and sling it over a shoulder as he heard the first person approaching.

    "Good morning and welcome." He spoke as he turned to greet the first through the door.
     
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    Leon ran down the hall at top speed, leaping over obstacles and diving through narrow openings that had never been designed as doors previously, but were exploited as such by the surefooted runner. He had done it again. Leon was known for his mischief, which generally consisted of breaking rules and not really acting out in any terrible manner, but nevertheless, he was constantly in trouble. Today he had been attempting to scale a roof of an uninhabited portion of the Library. The area had seemed much older and rundown than the rest and this was his first time exploring it. He figured the older roof would offer more of a challenge than any of his previous climbs and went after it with gusto. He knew he still had to meet Bran after it, but figured he had plenty of time.

    As he was climbing up the roof, after having scaled the wall barehanded, he began to slip as the weak roof caved in beneath him. In a daring move he jumped from the falling roof into open air over the courtyard, grabbing onto an old vine of ivy hanging from the side of the tower just next to where he had been climbing. He swung on the ivy around the tower, but his weight was too great for the plant and it was torn from the wall, swinging him further down the wall. When it snagged on a loose brick it went taunt and broke, slamming him through a window into the office of one of the teachers. His fall was broken by a fine desk, which the teacher was not happy about. Apparently he had caused a sizable portion of the old roof to cave in, and had now broken a window and expensive desk in the teacher's office. It was easy enough to tell why the young man was running.

    He dared a look behind him and the angry teacher yelling for him to stop, but he wasn't about to. Without pause he darted into a room and slammed the door shut before looking around for a way out. He noticed the windows and just as the teacher was opening the door to the room he was jumping out of one. He let out a short cry before ducking and rolling along the ground, just outside the main door. He stood up and quickly dusted himself off. Surprisingly, he had not been hurt at all from any of his actions. Chalk one up for luck. He grinned broadly before opening the door.

    He respected Bran more than he had a tendency to respect others. The man was friendly, and also older. Bran seemed to hold more understanding about things than other students, but he assumed that had something to do with him having been the son of two Inheritors, and having spent his whole life at the Library. He was surprised to see he was the first to arrive, but knew it was because of his run from the teacher. He would have been last if he had actually been able to explore the roof. He greeted Bran, somewhat out of breath, "Yo, you calling a meeting of some sort?" He huffed slightly and glanced anxiously at the door at the top of the stairs near them. "We staying here?"
     
  3. Isa

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    Bran shook his head.
    "Not really a meeting. Give it a few more minutes and I think anyone that's coming will be." He paused taking in the dust on Leon's pants and shirt as well as a few bit's of glass that were stuck in one boot.
    "I enjoy exploring the empty areas as much as you, but come on your a full Inheritor now, no more lessons, you know how hard it is to find new glass, not to mention the risk in remounting the broken panes." He paused as he heard an angry shout from down the hall Leon had just left heaving a sigh he gestured towards the columns on the side of the hall, the morning sun was finally above the level of the rooms floor and was casting long deep shadows across the room.
    "Go ahead and hide, I'll tell him you ran through on the way. Not like were going to be back anytime soon." he picked up his staff from the ground leaning on it as he turned back to the window. Anyways it would be a pain if I had to wait for you to get out of punishment."
     
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    Leon glanced suspiciously over his shoulder as the older boy scolded him for his behavior. "It was an accident, I swear. The roof was caving in, I had to jump or fall. I didn't know the ivy would give way and dump me in the teacher's office. I know they won't listen though, you're a life saver." He darted over to one of the large pillars and stood behind it. he glanced out and noticed it was too open to hide behind. He moved to another one and stood as far behind as he could, hoping his whole body was hidden. He just hoped that the teachers would buy Bran's story, though he figured they would, what with him being one of the best students, and the son of Inheritors.
     
  5. Isa

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    Fumbling around in his pocket Bran pulled out a piece of goat jerky and began chewing on it. He turned as the door opened a second time and Patrick Hoyle the man in charge of making sure the first year students could read and write as well as handling basic defense came barreling in whipping his head around as he looked for Leon.
    "Ahem. you missed him he just took off through the far exit. he shouldn't be hard to catch I think he was limping a bit as he ran, looked like he might have broken something in a fall doing one of his usual stunts" Bran gave the elderly balding man his best smile. He didn't particularly care for Hoyle the man was entirely too struck with first year students and pushed the beginning defense class well beyond what he felt was reasonable. Glaring dagger's at him the short man dashed off yanking open the door Bran had mentioned so hard it bounced off the wall.
    "I'd hurry if I was you I think he said something about finding another portal he could use!" The man would likely wrack his brain the rest of the month wondering if Leon really had found a second portal in the library, something that so far nobody had done. but then again nearly four fifth's of the place was unused and only about a third of it was fully explored.
     
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    Cloud stood in front of his full body mirror as he dressed himself in uniform. He firmly pressed flat any wrinkles that he saw, buttoned all of the buttons neatly and carefully, and tied his polished shoes before straightening upright and, with a swelling sense of pride, smiled at himself. He stood there for a few minutes in silence, gradually looking at everything in his room. These things he would leave behind, he had already concluded last night, but as he looked upon each item another precious memory stirred and brought unbidden tears to his eye and a heavy heart. Suddenly he found himself breathing deeply and, holding it, exhaled slowly and only then did he leave his room behind, locking it and slipping the key into a pocket, and then proceeded down the hallway for the meeting.

    Cloud allowed his fingers to run along the building’s surface at once realizing what it meant for him. He was more watched than ever as though he was trying to burn every image he saw into his mind to remember until his dying day. He was making slow progress, his legs heavy, felt like they were shackled. Ever five feet or so there was a window flush with light that was warm to the touch and gave a wonderful scenery of the only life and world that he’s known for a long time. He paused in front of one such window and peered out.

    When he arrived at the designated location Cloud was just two minutes late, but, upon arriving, he noticed that he appeared to be the first one there. Bran he heard from the hallway was talking with a teacher. Cloud held back in the hallway so not as to interrupt them: It might be important, Cloud believed. When it was silent, Cloud poked his head into the room.

    “I’m sorry, I’m not disturbing anything, am I?” he asked stepping through and standing in the doorway after the teacher Bran was speaking with dashed out of the same. He took another step, then two, in, and naturally begun drifting towards the wall and the shadows that were there. His step or posture, even his breathing displayed none of the symptoms of being shy or nervous . This was how he always acted since day one; those who personally knew him knew of his inner strength that he didn’t freely portray in front of others. “Good morning.”
     
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    Sleep was good.

    Elucio snuggled into her bed, ignoring the rising sun. She loved to sleep more than anything, if she was really honest. It was a wonder how she had had so much energy when she liked to sleep like there was no tomorrow. It was just tha feeling of being comfortable and just...being unconscious that she liked. She wasn't sure, but maybe it was because she dreamed of memories she didn't remember. Then again, she never did remember her dreams.

    After another hour of hugging her pillow, she finally managed to get up and get ready for the day. It didn't take long, besides brushed her hair. That always seem to present a problem, especially since her hair liked to get all messy and unmanageable like it was in the mornings, but it was all good. She was suppose to meet Bran and everyone else so she had better hurry or she'd be late.

    It wasn't long before she was at the door to where she as going to meet the others. She heard voices inside, but that didn't seem to stop her from entering. Her eyes settled upon the two that were inside; Bran and Cloud. She smiled happily and waved at the two. She was glad that she wasn't too late and seemed to have just arrived some commotion. Maybe it had to do with that teacher she passed not too long ago? Well, it didn't matter. Elucio walked towards them and was going to ask about the others.

    Of course, she wouldn't get too far as she seem to trip over something(or nothing, who knows) before falling forward. Her body hit the floor with a thump, as she slid forward. "Ouchie!" she quickly sat up and threw a apologetic smile at the two. She really was too clumsy sometimes. It was no wonder what people were honestly baffled on how she graduated.
     
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    A soft laughter could be heard from the opposite corner of the room as Leon stepped from behind the pillar. He looked over at Bran, "Thanks, I owe you one. I'm sure Hoyle was ready to ring my neck on this one." He looked at Cloud and shook his head, "Stop being so shy all the time, you've been here long enough. We know everyone as is, open up man." He walked over to where Elucio lay on the floor shaking his head. The girl was just too cute. He bent at the knees until he was practically sitting next to her and held out his hand, "Geeze sis," he called her by his pet name for her, often going to great lengths to protect her and stick up for her as if she were his real sister, "It's a little early to be this clumsy, don't you think?"
     
  9. Isa

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    Bran finished chewing the last bit of his jerky.
    "The only thing you could possibly disturb is Leon and he's busy trying to avoid the despicable man. I really don't know why dad let's Patrick keep teaching, man's an arrogant bastard, You hear about the kid that was helping him demonstrate throws the other day? Broke his arm. gonna be in a sling for a week." He gave a quite and short laugh at Elucio's entrance.
    "I realize your one of the youngest people to ever graduate but you really need to be more careful. I mean here the chance of falling off the shard is kinda small. Unless your a ditz like Leon and like to take risk. But I would hate for you to fall off the world on accident."
     
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    She laughed as Leon helped her up. "Yeah, I know. Morning are...well, mornings. It happens when I'm not paying attention." She brushed herself off and smiled at leon. He really was too nice to her, but she was happy to just have him as friend. She pokes him in the cheek before her attention went towards Bran.

    "Well, I remember one time when Hoyle made one kid in my class be the example of a "how not to do this" subject. Poor kid..."

    She raised her hand in a salute at Bran. "Aye, Captain. I shall hence be more careful to to go randomly falling off any shards." She smiled at him before she put her hand down. Her eyes turned to Cloud. "Ah, good morning Cloud."

    She began to wonder where the others were.
     
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    With lethargic steps he trudged the length of the eccentric corridor, his hands residing comfortably within the pockets of his dark leggings as his eyes wandered about idly. Yet even when bored and unfocused his gaze retained a resolute presence, a firm radiance of determination emanating forth from the brown haired boy's stare. His eyes wafted about without aim for a while longer, taking in every inch and corner of the glamorous hallway before drifting forward as the resounding melody of rapid footsteps managed to catch his attention. He resisted the urge to groan as he spotted Professor Hoyle coming in hot, his eyes ablaze with a raging flame.

    "Walker," Seethed the round teacher, his face flushed red and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

    "'Ey, Doc," Garrett's polite smile threatened to break into a full fledged grin as he gave Hoyle a once over, "What gon' got ya'lls fethas so ruffled'n tuffled dis earl'in da morn', eh?"

    "Stryder. Where is he?" The Professor breathed heavily, glaring as he stepped forward and thrust his face towards Garrett's. The newly inducted Inheritor blinked as he bit softly upon the inside of his cheek, raising an eyebrow.

    Part of him wished he could say he was surprised.

    "Ya'lls guess's's good's mine."

    "Don't give me that," Hoyle barked, a bit of spittle flying from his mouth and splashing against Garrett's face, "I know the pair of you have been in cahoots since day one. You may not be the mastermind, Mr. Walker, but playing the accomplice is no better!"

    "'Ey, Doc, I'ma tell yuh I don' know where Leo's crazy ass's got off tuh," Garrett grimaced as he wiped dejectedly at the saliva that Hoyle had spewed upon his brow.

    "You would do well to remember that we are defined by the company that we keep, young sir," The professor frowned as he inhaled a deep breath, adjusting the collar of his jacket in an attempt to cool off, "Perhaps you should be more selective with whom you throw in your lot, Mr. Walker. That is, if you ever want to be taken seriously as a professional."

    "'Ell buttah mah butt'n call me a biscuit, ain't nevah thought 'boutit like that befaw," Garrett snickered slightly as he glanced past Hoyle in the direction of the room in which Bran had told him everyone would be meeting, though his demeanor was not one of impatience but rather one of complete composure, "I 'preciate that, real sweetuvya. That was so good if ya'll went'n put it on tha toppa yo head, yer tongue'd slap ya'll brains out tryin’ tah get'at'it."

    Professor Hoyle frowned, glaring and glowering silently for what felt like an eternity before snorting conceitedly and disregarding Garrett as if he had never been there at all.

    "Ya'll 'ave a good'un, Sir," The new graduate grinned as he watched him go, lingering yet a while until his brooding mentor vanished about a nearby corner before finally continuing on his way. He smiled upon entering the room and seeing everyone, raising a hand to wave to them all as he pulled the door shut behind him with the other.

    "Mornin', ya'll, how's errybuddy doin'?" He greeted them pleasantly, nodding to Bran before turning to Leon with an amused smirk, "Just had mahself a lil' run-in with thah master'n chief of ya'lls fan club. Whaddya do tah get'em so hot'n bothered, huh?"
     
  12. Isa

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    "Like I said, despicable man. I want to give people a few more minutes to show up. In the mean time does every have what they're bringing with them? we might be able to trade stuff for food along the way but you might want some extra clothes and maybe your weapon if you want to bring it. I managed to get permission to bring some relics that i got last night that I think can help out, and I have a collection of the notes and information That all the other inheritors have found on the world seeds so far. But I think first thing's first we want to figure out where we want to head first?" As he pulled the stack of papers out of his pack again he looked at Garret as he walked in.

    "Hey stranger. I think Leon might have broken a few buildings and windows again, I also just sent him on a goose chase saying Leon found a second portal of the shard aside from this one in here. Perfect timing on your part, Can you take a look at these notes and see if you can decipher anything about the seeds from them? It's about everything the Library has on them and I can't make head's or tails of it." He gestured vaguely towards the back of the room opposite the giant window where he knew they would all be able to sense the slight thinning in the world where the portal was. Just one bit of will from one of them and it would open creating a little walkable tunnel that would take them to another shard.
     
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    "Acka!" He said dejectedly as Elucio poked his cheek. He swatted her hand playfully before objecting to Bran, "Ditz!? It's impossible for me to fall off the shard. I'm lucky, remember? As long as I got my luck something like that will never happen. It is a thrilling thought though, have you ever scaled the side of a shard before? It's exciting." Just as he finished talking Garrett walked into the room. He was glad to see the calm man he called a good friend, but nearly fell when he asked about Hoyle. "It wasn't my fault," he said stiffly, looking away, "That roof was structurally unsound, it was coming down anyways. And If I hadn't grabbed that ivy I would have fallen to my death, not my fault I ended up swinging through Hoyle's window and breaking his desk. That man doesn't have an ounce of care in his body. Instead of being happy that I'm not dead, he's mad that I accidentally broke his window."

    He looked down at the short sword he had sheathed at his waist. He was considered a decent fighter. His trainer had constantly told him he needed more work, but that he was getting better. He had a small back slung over his shoulder that carried a small amount of food and a few changes of clothes. He was glad it didn't contain anything breakable, considering the several tumbles he had taken that morning.
     
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    Bran muffled a false cough with his hand as he reached over and plucked a sliver of wood from a wrinkle in Leon's shirt. A few other stray bit's could be seen on his back and a bit was in his hair.

    "I think he's less concerned about the window and more upset about the fact that you managed to break his oak desk. Anyways if the roof was already crumbling what were you doing climbing on it? I've had a lot more time then you to find the crumbling buildings and you'll notice I haven't dropped a roof on anyone's head, Your a good friend but I really don't want to be around when your luck run's out. Although you are lucky dad hasn't followed through with the threat of putting bar's over the windows."
     
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    Sometimes a dream within a dream should remain a dream. That way, the sublime could remain where it was without being brought into being. The world is strange enough.

    Strange enough...

    I wish I could believe that nothing could happen.

    But I know that for once, I will be wrong.

    The arrow hit the bullseye with a hard clack, the length shuddering still against the hard surface of the board. Celeste remained perfectly still until the wood became as statuesque as she before she dropped her bow to observe the board. This was perfect bliss. There was nobody to annoy her, no incessant schemes to warm her to the others, to put her out of her own nature. Nothing to remind her of what she was.

    The sky had began its pattern of pinks and oranges, the clouds parting to reveal a slit of light which glistened against the bastion of the Great Library, shining through windows and shadowing gardens, illuminating the stone walls in soft warmth. The birds around the tower had began to sing, the calm warbling echoing from high to low to reach Celeste's ears. There was a fresh chill which touched her pale cheeks, the whites of her hair and dress glimmering gently in the morning sun. Any afar however, could easily mistake her for a ghost – then again, one would doubt that any ghost could have such rigid shoulders.

    Celeste breathed in deeply, her lungs feeling the prickling sensation of cold, while she smelt the fresh scent of grass. Some of its dews had caught the bottom of her robe and now, there were slightly damp patches there.

    Though she knew not what, there was a sensation of change in the air. She could feel it in her blood.

    She fired another shot – and broke the arrow on the bullseye.

    _

    With bow on back and books in her arms, Celeste marched down the hall, her prominent steps careful and correct. Some glanced at her, only to force their gaze away as they passed, knowing she would not return the look. She was too focused, too... direct. Even if she did look, the same thing would obviously happen.

    She was curious as to what the genius of the Inheritors had to say for himself, but gave little inclination that she truly cared. As she approached the doors, she already heard playful voices – and gave herself a moment to breathe deeply. The scent of her old books caught her nose and she looked down at them, suddenly feeling awkward. She tightened them across her chest without so much of a reaction on her face before opening the door, revealing people already present and waiting in their own fashion.

    She gave everyone a short, dismissive glance before walking through and quietly shutting the door behind her.

    “Excuse me,” she said bluntly as her greeting, stepping forward into view, but this time, stared at the floor, not giving any implication that she really wished to speak.
     
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    "Don' go pissin' down mah back'n tell me it's rain," Garrett mumbled dryly as he shook his head, raising a hand to rub gingerly at his eyes before allowing several short chuckles to escape his lips as they twisted upward into the shape of a grin. He looked to Bran when the valedictorian spoke, blinking once before nodding and making his way over to the other side of the desk that separated them.

    "Don't go sweat'n it none, reckon he gon' be busier dana cat coverin' crap owna marball flo tryin' tah catch whiffa where ya'll gone got off tah," He offered Leon as he came to stand beside Bran, offering both Cloud and Elucio a friendly smile and nod as he passed them, "Aight, lemme take a gander at dis 'ere sonuvagun."

    He narrowed his gaze as he observed the document that Bran gave to him, his head craning forward slightly as he attempted to make out the text which covered it from top to bottom.

    "Ian vito," He mumbled to himself, butchering the pronunciation of the foreign dialect which he read with his twang-like accent as he continued to try and make sense of it, "Gurrlami? Sounds like sumthin' ya'lled find owna sandwhich. Or is dat goralim..."

    He frowned slightly, looking up from the paper in his hands to glance at Bran.

    "Whoever gon' wrote this dun' gone scribbled it down'n chicken scratch, can't make none heads from cents outta it," He spoke before returning to the task, pressing the parchment down flat against the table and leaning overtop of it as he continued to scan it's contents. He paused only when Celeste entered, glancing up towards the door before offering a polite smile.

    "'Howdy, Selas," His accent butchered her name, regardless of whether or not that was his intent, "Ya'll lookin purrdier dana peach dis mornin'."

    He smiled politely as he looked back down at the document on the table, his brows furrowing for a moment before he looked back up, again looking to Celeste.

    "Ya'll always been' a betta translator dan my sorry ass," He spoke suddenly while picking up the parchment from the desk and gesturing to it with his free hand, "Lickety split, you reckon Monheim means a mountain owra spoon?"
     
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    Celeste glanced up slightly, her blank face seemingly drawing no conclusions as Garett spoke – it was probably a good thing, for his language – or lack of – didn't seem to bother her. She let him finish talking, before a book was plucked from her arms and held out towards the boy nonchalantly.

    “It means dictionary. You're bright enough, so start flicking through and find Monheim. If 'heim' is 'castle' or 'bulwark'... finish the sentence.”

    The strict tutor gleamed through the white haired student.
     
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    "You explore the insides, I explore the outsides," Leon stated matter-o-factly, "I couldn't tell the roof was actually in danger of falling from where I was. It was pretty high up, and once I climbed all the way up there I couldn't tell anything about it until I pulled myself all the way up and it crumbled. I don't think he'd put bars on the windows, it'd ruin the beauty of this place, he knows that I'm sure." He noticed the bits of wood and glass that littered his person and began swatting them from his clothes and hair before he noticed Celeste enter the room. He looked up with a broad smile and greeted her after her round of speech with Garrett, "Yo, Celeste, how are you this fine morning?"
     
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    Garrett took the book as he offered it, grimacing slightly as she translated the first part of the word for him.

    "Dawggon, if brains were leatha I couldn't saddle a flee," He laughed at his own expense after being corrected, beginning to rapidly flick through the pages of the dictionary after moistening a finger with his tongue, "Thank ya, kindly."

    He fell silent as he focused on the book within his hands, mumbling the words that his eyes grazed over as he continued to search for the translation he needed. After fumbling about with the dictionary for several more moments, he eventually grinned and slammed it shut enthusiastically.

    "Itta' fort," He spoke as he handed the book back to Celeste, looking back to Bran.

    "Whater' in da samhill dey talkin' bout right hurr," He pointed to the sentence which had given him trouble, "Reckon it's cooped up ina big'ol' base somewhere undah lock'n key. Trouble's we goin' off half-cocked on dis seein' as I can't make no sense outta dis mess or' hurr."

    He frowned slightly as he directed Bran towards the sloppily written beginning of the sentence, which bore several accent marks which Garrett had never even seen before.

    "Heh, lookit, dat one durr's lookin' kinda sorta like'uh a big'ol behind smack dab on da loo," He snickered as he pointed at one of the more obscure looking marks, raising a fist to his mouth and coughing once, "Right, beggin' yer pardon."
     
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    “Well done.”

    Celeste returned the book back, a very slight tilt of her lips from his comment about brains. It amused her greatly, but she expressed little of it. She looked down and shuffled her papers in order before looking up to find Leon talking at her. The tilt left and she nodded slightly in civil greeting.

    “I am well. I trust you are the same this morning, Leon.”