towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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[ The thing is she totally isn't looking for a fight, she's just misreading EVERYTHING because you look like an evil villain.

...

This is going to take a bit. Um. TRYING TO RECOVER SOME DIGNITY HERE, she manages to at least sort of get halfway above Book Mountain. Man, this is so uncomfortable. ]

... You shouldn't have left something like this in the middle of the floor, of course people are going to trip!

[ Unobservant half-asleep people like her. Sob. The good news, however, is that she has dislodged her sword along with most of herself. She stares at the flapping book, stricken at the irony of this situation, somehow. She's almost tempted to just stay here in defiance. ]

[stop judging books by their covers, nevermind its truth

ahem]

What did I just bleedin' say?! [the words come out as a snarl, and the book is jostled about with his subsequent movements before he kicks it off. maybe in her direction. he takes another step toward her, careful not to create another slide of the objects, though the gap between them still remains rather large. he didn't plan on trying to hurt her yet.]

I'd think they'd have enough 'a a thin-- brain not to trip over a six feet tall pile 'a books!

[ She'll judge you all she wants, you radiate ~evil~ gosh.

Also, DODGED, McDouchefins. Not that he was trying too hard to hit her, but yeah. Also now that she's no longer totally buried in the pile of books which is so not a good place for a feelings jam, she draws her shield Juuuust in case. ]

Well, it is hardly MY fault that you decided to so carelessly discard every book you have come across instead of putting them back. But I see you have taken the time to learn some commonplace language; shall I play you a celebratory song?

[ Smarm. Have some, because she is not putting up with your bullshit and she is trying to cover up how embarrassed she feels at the moment. Hey, at least there's some distance between the two of them now, but there's... still quite a few books under their feet. ]

[wow you are insufferable. he takes a step back, though it's more to brace himself if she decides to launch another avalanche, or herself, instead of just deciding to put more space between them.

the grip on his sword tightens. he'd always been wary of her abilities, since their first encounter, and the items he'd spied strewn about her area-- even a staunch realist such as himself could recognize them as having properties not of this world. or any world he was familiar with, really. plus, he thought killing roommates somewhat counterproductive. it was more effort than it was worth, really, what with the constant-vigilance he'd have to employ afterward in his own quarters.]

Incorrect, but you may continue thinkin' that. An' I apologize if I've confused you before-- I'll restrict my speech to monosyllabic words in the future. [not what she meant, and he knows this, but hey!]

So one more time: Off the pile.