ELISION — open; library

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    [justify]The female to say was thirsty for knowledge, she craved it, she needed it, and when she stumbled upon a bubbling spring that held which she wanted, she was eager to share with others. She collected anything she could; journals, field guides, mythology, anything she could get her paws on. Her books, dusty and old with yellowed pages that smelled like dying grass and petrichor were laid out in front of her, sorted by genre and subject. She had at least twenty in her pile, some held together with string and was on the edge of falling apart while others looked brand new, but, they all were held dear to her.


    Cobalt blue eyes studied them carefully, though were glazed over as if she was seeing something that was not really there. Ideas raced through her skull as she brooded, meticulously going over and over the plan that developed inside her head. She would need assistance if she wanted to have her scheme work.


    "Anybody want to help me with cleaning and organizing a library?" The ebony feline called out, her head rising slightly after her request, as if she were still caught up in thought and not completely in sync with her body.[/justify]


    [abbr= -- fourteen moons -- aggressive, ambitious, courageous, silent personality]INFORMATION[/abbr] -- INTERACTION -- OTHER
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]When it came to helping out her clanmates, Eve always paused. Her general rule was to not get wrapped up in whatever they were doing, since it was often either stupid, pointless, or forced her to be sociable. There were a few exceptions of course, and this was definitely one of them. Sure, she had work to do, but at the moment the sight before her sparked a little hope in the medic "B-But of c-course" She replied upon approaching Winter "It's b-been a while s-since I've seen s-somebody else i-in this place g-gather so many b-books apart from m-myself" Eve continued after a pause and stopped just in front of the horned feline [color=black]"I-It's nice to know I-I'm not the only o-one that craves knowledge"
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    [color=white]Oh but who wouldn't crave knowledge? Without it, you wouldn't know how to solve problems or think back on the past and do what you can not to repeat the mistakes of others, even if most books are made by humans and humans seem to make a lot of mistakes Sebastian hums, trotting over to the two.


    //rushed+ic opinions

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    [justify][sub]"I suppose they do have a good imagination, even if they don't have the ability to utilise it correctly," Nivata mused in response to Sebastian's comment, walking over to the trio. Like them she did have an interest in books, although sadly she'd been focusing less on them as of late. "Anyway, I'll help as well." She was pretty sure that they had a library already, but it wasn't used much from what she knew. There had been an attempt to clean it the past as well, yet it hadn't brought too much interest from others - hopefully their work would be more fruitful this time.[/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

    ARCHANGEL !


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    [align=center]Archangel loved libraries. They didn't help painful memories of her friend, so warped by reality that it hurt. She missed them. Offering a soft, pained smile as she approached, the angel nodded, wings flapping. [color=white]I'll...help. She offered.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Oh, cleaning and organizing was not something Elliot enjoyed, but libraries were something he did. After all, he thoroughly enjoyed reading, though he wasn't the best at it. No, he wasn't completely illiterate, but not the fastest. It didn't help that he got so distracted easily, and had to read a sentence over and over again. Lately, it seemed that he was more distracted and fidgety than he should be, like before he lost all his memories, there was something or perhaps someone there that kept him focused. Oh, whatever, He didn't like to dwell on his memories much. It always gave him such an odd feeling that he couldn't place, and he never liked it.


    Trotting up, Elliot would flash his signature grin to those there before facing the one who had called for the organizing of the library. "I'll help, though I don't promise that I'll do a good job. but, i can always blame it on the fact I am disabled," he said, before waving the stump that used to be his right leg. Still to this day he had no idea how it happened, but he was hella sure it hurt. Really he was glad he forgot it, honestly. Who woul want to remember something so painful?


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    [size=9px]battle tags - [color=#333333]information - [abbr=missing a leg - has a 'second personality', which is a demon possessing him - based off of shuuya kano from kagepro joshua from alice mare, and elliot nightray from pandora hearts][color=#333333]extra[/abbr][/fancypost]
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    It'd be a good way to pass the time, she supposed.


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    "I'll help, if that's alright by you," Comet eyed the books - books? - and smiled at the others, easily. It wasn't quite as simple to hide his confusion, though. He had absolutely nothing against a fine story, particularly a well-told one, but for the life of him he could not comprehend the strange attachment that creatures had with written words - human words. How were they attractive, in any way? Not to mention they were usually bound in covers blanketed by a diaphanous layer of dust; it made him sneeze. Winterrevenant, was it? She seemed like a respectable feline; everyone else gathered here, too. Comet trusted that they had good reason for being here.
    He hoped, with a puerile thrill, that there would be an accompanying story after all the hard labour was done.
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    [size=6pt]★ trek