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    The sun was out, and it was the perfect day to relax. Edward was lounging on the steps of the Cathedral, rays of sun hitting his back. His muscles were outlined by the light, and his eyes were golden - he had been getting better about sustaining himself, and so far only Cain knew what he was. Probably because he had almost killed her. The memory played back in his mind, the emotions he had experienced, and her reaction. It was burned into his mind. She had been afraid. Afraid of him. Afraid of what he was. And that hit him hard.


    He shifted, still focused on reading his book, trying to clear his head.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-: ; font-size: 8pt;] Belial was more of a night person, but the sunlight was pretty good too. Spotting Edward he padded up to the handsome vampire. "Hey. Edward, right?" he greeted in his monotonous voice. The demon took a seat, his bony wings folded at his sides.


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    Edward raised his head, tearing his gaze away from the book. "Yes, I'm Edward. Belial....right?" Flicking an ear, the chocolate brown tom shut the novel, and rose to a standing position.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-: ; font-size: 8pt;] He nodded. "What are you reading? Anything interesting?" he asked.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Alaskanpaw wasn't good at reading; sometimes, he would ask Bo to help him but usually nothing much came of it. "Are you a good reader?" The cat asked, plopping next next to the two, followed by the invisible Bo.

    [justify]"All books are.. are interesting, Belial, unless you just flat out.. out don't want to read." The books that Nova had found were scattered about in the library where anyone was free to go in and out of, and he had just finished reading a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne. If the material was understood, everything was a good an interesting book. "My.. my name's Nova." A small smile pulled at the bandaged angel's lips as he introduced himself to Edward.

    "What's the point of reading?" Shiv asked, voicing his opinion when he probably shouldn't had. He didn't understand it, seriously. Why read about something when you can just go outside and do it yourself? Books were weird, and definitely not cool.

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    He padded over, confused. " I second Shiv."

    [justify]"Books are.. are a learning process. It tells a story.. story that you can play out in your head." Nova quite liked books and the mini-movies that played out in his head as he read, and he hoped that Edward had at least a similar thought process.

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    Edward focused on the two. "Well, reading is fun, and it's a good way to pass the time if you don't sleep." He had some serious insomnia, and really never did sleep. And he typically spent those waking hours indulged in a book, for it was a good way to pass the time. Golden eyes glimmering, he stared at the duo, flicking an ear.

    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; font-size: 13px;][sup]Folding his wings, the large barn owl came approaching the scene but didn't care to say anything. Books? Some books could be boring. Others could be fun to read. Either way, they always ended up telling some kind of story or teaching some sort of lesson. Pacifictide didn't care to read but he couldn't say it didn't enjoy it.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#879FB5; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;]Korra watched the sunclanners ramble on about reading and things as such not really paying too much attention to the subject. If she could read she would care, but the fact that she couldn't was why Korra didn't care. The female knight kept out of the crowd almost seeming stalkerish if noticed, but seeing that she wasn't no one would mind right? her eyes went onto the one who was the center of attention. She didn't recognize him, but she did know something was off. Of course Korra would ignore the fact because making accusations wouldn't get her friends. That was the one thing she really needed that moment. Korra waited lying against the pole of the cathedral at the bottom of the stairs, out of the crowd, only listening.


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