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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

Characters: dualscars and everyone else.
Setting: The second library, very late at night.
Format: Starting with action brackets, but I'll match.
Summary: Dualscar partakes in an activity that does not involve violence!
Warnings: None, yet.

[those transversing the second library later at night may find the orphaner perusing its shelves, though with little to no apparent criteria for his selections. he looks as he has for the last few weeks: not to his standards of vanity. and with the more recent shenanigans involving nightmarish worlds? a touch on the battered side.

more notable, however, is that with every book deemed unsatisfactory, its chucked unceremoniously to the floor. only, that it isn't: to be thrown into a growing pile of them. one that, in fact, looks like quite a few shelves had gone into its creation. by now, several individuals could sit uncomfortably upon its hard-cover summits.

but if this requires any sort of attention at all, it doesn't show. after all, both holding a book and turning the page with one hand requires more effort than he'd care to admit.]

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[floreatnoctem.livejournal.com]

[Chidori doesn't sleep until late into the night regardless, and wandering the tower is a thing she tends to do until sleep hits. The second library isn't a place she's explored extensively, but she's not the type to let that stop her from going where she pleases. She's a little confounded by the pile of books though, and stops before she catches sight of Dualscar- though she knows there's someone else there simply because of Medea. Aside from her teammates, Chidori doesn't make it a habit of remembering the pattern of their energies- but this one is familiar enough that she's not entirely worried.

She prods at the pile with the toe of a boot, and then bends to pick one of them up, sketchbook tucked carefully under an arm, and reads the title, before looking at the others closest to her, trying to find a correlation. She finds none, however, and finally kneels to look through the pile more carefully. Maybe it will make more sense if she looks harder.]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[he sees her out of the corner of his eye, mid-toss of another book, and for the moment disregards her in favor of a new title. yet another pertaining to human biology, of which he'd unfortunately discovered much about in full through his own misdeeds. there was little unknown about them now: only their sociology. and the abnormal ones not typically documented, the ones with abilities normally unseen -- the mutants.

he looks back to her again, frown already in place. 'mutants' indeed.]

What do you think you're doin'?

[floreatnoctem.livejournal.com]

Investigating.

[She moves to make herself comfortable, skirt swept and tucked under her legs almost imperiously, and she leans sideways to pick up another book, expression betraying nothing. If Minato were there, he might be able to tell Dualscar that she was reining in inquiries, if only for the sake of politeness. And that she was a little frustrated that her endeavors weren't turning up much that she could understand him being interested in amongst the titles.]

Though I might ask the same.

[There, the first hint of curiosity, her sketchbook balanced on her thighs, seemingly precariously but not wavering from its position as she picked up another book, scoffed at the title, shifted it out of the way on the pile.]

...such a mess you're making, Orphaner.

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[dualscar scowls, tossing the biology book to the rest of them. he turns toward her more fully, just a tad intrigued that, upon seeing a mountain of books, her first thought would be to sit on them.

he's quite honestly unsure of what to make of it. she may be able to notice this, simultaneously caught between an incredulous raise of the eyebrows and the almost permanent sneer. the fact that he'd been partaking in such an activity is near laughable in itself.]

It is purposeful, though not so much for anythin'. An' yet another concept foreign to humans.

Oh oops I threw this here

[ocariness]

[ So.

Guess who just made an idiot of themselves and tripped over that mountain range of books because she was too busy not paying attention to where she was going, half-asleep?

Your roomie. And, as luck would have it, she goes down and the pile is going in your direction, Dualie. And it's highly probable that one of those books has gone towards your head (in fact, ninety-percent likely it has.) ABANDON LIBRARY, ABANDON LIBRARY, BWEE OOO BWEEE OOOO-- ]

[ Ohmygod she is going to die in a sea of literature. ]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[GOD LINK if he didn't -platonically- hate you before...

he ducks, only just barely, for the book to crack against one of his horns, and snarls as he actually dives toward the wretched avalanche of reading materials. sure, it'll hurt, but it's mostly to attempt to shove link out of it. because as disgusting as human-like entities are, certain measures have to be taken.]

[ocariness]

[ ASDFLSHLDHG NO WHAT EW WHAT ARE YOU DOING oh god he's going to attack her she just knows it--

She is totally throwing books at you now because she thinks you're trying to attack her. GOD WHY CAN'T SHE GET TO HER SWORD THROUGH ALL THESE BOOKS?

Someone should have warned about these books. They should have TOLD her, dog. ]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[well gee wiz, if it was a fight he thought she'd been looking for-- his sword is drawn and ready, but also happens to skewer a book as it's (rudely!) chucked at him. and there's another one to the shoulder, and shut up he didn't almost slip on those pages--

he points his sword toward her, book flapping rather lamely.]

Out 'a the pile, wretch.

[megid0-maiden.livejournal.com]

[Aradia hasn't really explored the higher floors much but now seems as good a time as any. She's not sure what she's expecting to find up there, but something might pique her interest if she looks for long enough.

The first thing she notices is the pile. That is a lot of books for a pile, certainly not the actions of someone just hunting for books and discarding the ones they don't want. Unless that was something humans did, who knew?

The second thing she notices is the adult troll responsible and at that she moves to duck behind a bookshelf because how did she manage to choose the one night that an adult sea-dweller was up here. So for now, she'll just watch from a distance]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[out of the corner of his vision he spies the flash of red-- becaus, honestly, such a vibrant (disgusting) color isn't best suited for activities that call for inconspicuousness. he pays as little attention to it as he would usually with any other individual wondering about here, but then with how quickly they hide themselves...

dualscar waits a few moments, absent-mindedly leafing through the pages of a book, and then replacing it. instead of selecting another, he opts to draw his sword-- and thus begins heading toward where he believed the individual to be waiting in ambush...]

[megid0-maiden.livejournal.com]

[Oh no, no this isn't good. Aradia steps out, hands raised in supplication because getting a sword to the gut was not how she was planning to end her night]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt...I'll just...

[Backing away now]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[... upon recognizing her, he lowers his sword. slowly but unmistakably. and he fixates her with a rather intense stare, eyebrows furrowing marginally-- in perplexity more than anything, though he still remains rather threatening in stance.

he says nothing, only wanting to see what she chooses to do next.]

Hi Dualscar, have a roomie

[trialbyaurum.livejournal.com]

[Matters such as time, Marlon reasoned, made no difference here in the pits of the damned. After all, he had woken up in a room with two humans and a gray-skinned, horned creature which, really, had to be a devil of some kind. What else could it seriously be?]

[So when stalking the second library (how considerate it was for the Devil to supply not one, but two of them), he was surprised to find that very same demon hanging around, pulling things out and tossing them into a pile on the floor. He supposed this was typical devilish behavior, but even so, he tucked a very large book under his arm and approached the creature curiously, speaking in a personable manner that betrayed none of his inner suspicions.] I'm very sorry to interrupt, but why are you emptying all of these bookshelves?

sorry his roomie's a douche...

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[fantastic. another human. or rather, a not!human that resembled a human. he isn't sure if he entirely cares what the case is here, as long they didn't end up having any abilities that could rival his. again. that could make things a little difficult if he wished for their death, you see.

(highblood problems.)

he turns, curls his lip so as to show those sets of serrated teeth. it's almost something of a flourish, really, what with the sharpness of the action and the agitation of the cape that follows. cue a slow elevator glance: what's worse, the human's a roommate of his.]

If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. That, an' it's hardly your business.

Don't worry, they can be douches together.

[trialbyaurum.livejournal.com]

[Smile. He's totally unfazed by Dualscar's doucheliness.]

It seemed an unusual thing to do. You're also upsetting the placement of certain documents which I may be needing, as well, so it definitely does constitute as 'my' business.

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

Then...

[his teeth click together in agitation, serrated edges fitting perfectly together. dualscar looks back to the shelf of books, and as if to emphasize how little he cares, chucks another large volume to the pile. though, it may have come decidedly close to hitting marlon instead.]

It's none 'a my concern. Now sod off.

[forcingrins.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[as aiming logically requires some sense of visual perception, he catches sight of her in the midst of tossing another book to the pile. and he is rather struck-- majority of the adult trolls here he's had some sort of relations with in the past, or at least knew of them. but a tealblood alone was something he'd yet to see.

his first thought is that, just maybe, she knew her place in the hemospectrum.

dualscar gives her a sweeping look, eyebrows raising slightly at the jarring shade of red she apparently chose to wear on her own accord. well. but he turns back to the shelf he'd been previously desecrating to continue just that.]

You are?

[forcingrins.livejournal.com]

Neophyte Redglare.

[benigncancer]

[Signless found the book pile first. He pauses and looks it over while Dualscar is down another row of books, out of sight for now, then bends to inspect one of the books.

At which point a book sails out of the stack and hits him in the face, and he lets out an annoyed hiss]

What the fuck? What kind of grubfisted nooksniffing asshole just throws books around without looking to see if someone's in the way first?!

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[the voice is unmistakable. it makes his fins curl in distaste, the rich violet that flows through his veins to boil, and a sneer to return to a previously (nearly) complacent visage. he halts in his studying of the thick volumes to chance a look through the shelves, to have his dreads unessecarily comfirmed.





and guess what, sufferer? have another book chucked your way, its source remaining elusive. hard.]

[benigncancer]

[The FUCK!? Okay, that time it was definitely deliberate, and Signless dodges it as best he can. The thing glances off his shoulder and he snarls, stalking down the stacks in search of the book thrower]

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[Condesce had been passing by the floor heading back up to her room after a much needed meal and medical care to her injured person when she spots the pile of books and Dualscar's tending to it.

She stares for a moment before attempting to move on, the bandages on her wrists being hidden behind mounts of jewelery.]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

["attempting" being the keyword here.

his condesce senses tingle it's hard not to notice her, and surely she knows this as well. he gazes upon her for a moment, before finally deciding to better make his presence known. even if it was already. or something. he actually halts in the chucking of books for this.]

... Your Majesty?

[however clear his voice his, the hesitance in it is clearer.]

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[Condesce herself debates completely ignoring him and continuing on her way. However, she was forced to pause and consider that he may very well have been the reason she hadn't died in that nightmare (if that's what it was). And so, the Empress turned and stepped into the room at Dualscar's beckoning, eyes shifting from the tower and then back to him.]

Orphaner.