Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ First Dream Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Forwarded to late night

[byakkoyagirl]

[Good evening Luceti. Are you all doing well? Lets hope you're getting some good rest and shut eye because it's usually a long day in the craziest village ever.

Tonight another New Feather will arrive. A rather late arrival, but she came to join all of you. Dropping from the sky at full speed and then disappearing in a flash. Give her a good welcome as she comes to visit you while you sleep. No, she's isn't the tooth fairy. Or the sandman. She's another thing entirely.

Enjoy having a special visitor in your dreams.]


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[consultmybooks]

[A snake slithers over a few jutting spars of wood. There shouldn't be shadows here, but suddenly there are, and the snake's shadow looks far too huge and monstrous. Giles watches it thoughtfully.]

The Mayor. Of our home. Well, not really a home. But he turned into a demon and tried to eat us all. Very rude of him. So we blew him up. Simple, really.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

[When she hears the sounds of movement, albeit silent, she turns around to look at it as well.]

That sounds horrible. So, what are you looking for then?

[consultmybooks]

The thing that makes it all make sense.

It used to be here.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

Doesn't your reason for bombing the place makes it make sense alone?

[consultmybooks]

Not that. [He shakes his head] It made sense for us to blow him up, and this was the only way to do it.

But this was where things made sense before. Find the right book, find the right spell, and it all makes sense. And it doesn't anymore.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

[She nods. Still not understanding why it doesn't make sense because of this one book, but she won't say anything for now.]

Positive you don't want some help? Looks like you might be searching for a while without it.

[consultmybooks]

[Giles stares at her curiously for a second. He knows that something's different - not quite wrong but different - but he's not lucid enough to put his finger on it]

If you want.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

Great! [She comes closer and reaches for some of the pile- until she realizes something] So, what am I looking for?

[consultmybooks]

A book. It's usually a book. Books seem to be what I'm all about.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

Usually a book, huh. [She begins to go through the pile curiously.] Like reading I take it?

[consultmybooks]

Very much. [And he goes back to his sifting] Books make sense. The information is always there, if you know where to look. Takes a while, but it always works out.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

Books are pretty nice. [She stops for a moment.] Although I always found myself fond of films more. There are just some things a book can't project or record.

[consultmybooks]

I disagree.

But I'm always disagreeing on that front. Don't mind me.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

[Her response is a wry smile.]

That's okay. I just don't like 'going by the book', as they say. You can a lot outside the boundaries of a book if you branch out.

[She goes back to shuffling through the ashes with that.]

[consultmybooks]

Books are what I do. That, and Watching. I am the Watcher, of course. But I watch the books more than anything. Sad, really.

[As he's shuffling, a bit of red pokes through the ashes. Giles picks it up carefully - it's one of the bundles of feathers, blood red]

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

A Watcher of books. Wouldn't that make you a librarian?

[Her back is turned to him, so she doesn't notice the feathers. But she does notice the lack of shuffling noises on his part and crooks her head around her shoulder.]

Did you find something?

[consultmybooks]

Was a librarian. This was my library. But it blew up, so I'm not anymore.

[Then he shakes his head and amends] I never really was to begin with, though. I was a Watcher who was pretending to be a librarian. There is a difference, although I can see where you'd miss it.

[He holds up the bunch of red feathers for Paprika to see]

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

[She glances at the feathers, not quite sure what all this means.]

Did any birds blow up with this library by accident?

[consultmybooks]

No.

This is all to do with where I am now. With the wings. A-And the feathers, as well.

I don't know why they are. Neither does she, and she's usually the one to solve things.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

[...Oh. Another person from Luceti, like she guessed.]

She? A friend of yours?

[consultmybooks]

She's cheated death twice. I don't know why she can't solve this problem.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

A fate defier eh. Must have an interesting life. [Although, she can't help but tease a little.] ...Oh? A problem you can't solve with your books?

[consultmybooks]

[He frowns. Not at Paprika, more at life in general]

I don't have my books. It's annoying.

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

Get some new ones then. Books are just reprinted, mass produced words from another person's mind. I'm sure there's a store or library somewhere.

[consultmybooks]

Not mine. [Sad sigh] They're old. They're powerful. They're mine.

You sound like someone I used to know.