001 ☠ The Library ☠ Day 9 & 10 & Probably More

[flightofdeath]

[Kissy Face, as the Mason deems to call him, stalks from the Inner Gardens (his usual hunting ground) to the Library. Yes, stalks, not glides or flies. As he is awakened now, anyone who may view him at this time will be seeing his human form, rather than the Dementor one. Not due to any shame as to what he is, no. Rather, he's very recently remembered something in which he had a form similar to the human one, and he would like to hold onto that memory and the feeling of empowerment that comes with it for as long as he can.

Not only that, but generally his hands are easier to work with when they're not scabbed over and slimy.

When he reaches the Library, he takes a moment to take it in as he never had the mental consciousness to properly do so before. Due to this, he is making his way entirely through it, taking the time to study the books one by one to judge which he finds the text familiar and which he doesn't. Most of the time, he has no idea what the books are saying, but now that he's been pulled from his complacency, perhaps he can learn. The thought alone excites him, and brings a smile to his handsome face.

Other times, there is a tome here or there that he recognizes the text for. To put it simply: he's doing research on this world, on what knowledge is available to him to peruse. Sure, he could've very well read the books before, but he can't remember the details. And as they say, the devil's in the details. (A saying he can't exactly remember but the sentiment he understands all the same.)

He would hope the servants in charge of the library understand, but he doesn't find that he cares too much about what the librarians think of his stint. "Kissy Face" is assured of his own ability to talk them down, or at the very least convince them that he can put his own books back.

One may interrupt this project in any stage they like: assembling books, reading at a table, putting books back. He'll be at this for quite a while, so don't be shy.]

Comments

[hourglassfigure]

[she pulls her feet up onto the table, her knees tucked against her chest]

Do we get code names?

[flightofdeath]

If you insist.

[A bit childish for his tastes, but he doesn't see harm in it.]

[hourglassfigure]

[gives him a little look that implies she finds his obviously disparaging attitude to codenames humorous]

I'll be ... Doctor Jones. [She's not quite sure where that came from, but it feels appropriate. She looks at him thoughtfully.] You can be ... [She taps her chin with a finger. Plink, plink. If he's smart this is where Kissy Face will interject ... but then again it's not really like he can do worse than Kissy Face.]

[flightofdeath]

[He is not going by Kissy Face. Or anything worse than that. Although with his sense of theatricality, he might end up giving himself something fairly ridiculous on his own. (Best not to point it out, though.)

His original thought is to come up with something the causes fear, something akin to Demise or Grim, but then he takes another moment to consider that the point of a codename is to keep anyone not in the Know confused over who's being talked about. That in turns causes him to consider doing the opposite. Angel, perhaps? Or the Saint.

When he scoffs out loud at that thought, he realizes he's been quiet a moment and she's waiting for him to answer her. And so he disregards his previous train of thought entirely.]

Enigma. [It sounds almost right, like he's got the right intent but perhaps it's a different word than what might feel best. In any case, he's content with it.]

[hourglassfigure]

[She nods approvingly!] It's a bit obvious but I think it works. Alright, then, Enigma, you can keep hitting the books and I'll keep on exploring, and we can report back to each other to swap discoveries! [She doesn't sound like she's taking this quite as seriously as she could be.]

[flightofdeath]

[If it causes a problem, Enigma will give her a wake up call to make her get serious. At the current level she's taking it, he's not overly concerned. Seeing as she's the first he's recruited to his search, he's willing to give a bit of lenience for the sake of the investigation.]

Until then, Doctor Jones.

[hourglassfigure]

[she extends her fist for a bump.]

[flightofdeath]

[He stares at it for a second, unsure what she wants from him with a gesture like that. His eyes shift from her fist to her face, obviously expecting something, and he makes a guess.

Lifting a hand, he slowly curls it into a fist of his own, and carefully presses it against hers, still a bit baffled but willing to play along nonetheless.]

[hourglassfigure]

[she laughs, apparently delighted by his confusion and the fact he managed to work it out anyway. bump achieved, she nods to him and hops down from the table.] Later!

[flightofdeath]

[At least he got it right. He doesn't like being confused, not one bit, and so he swallows his distaste for now in order to return to the task at hand.]

Farewell.

[And back to book searching he goes.]