Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: The Monastery

as written by Emperor_Jester and Krysis

Celeste tilted her head curiously again at Savien's instructions. First, calling her 'rookie' again, after she had corrected him, indicated that he thought of her as more than a student. His attempted compliment of her 'sounding like a paladin' fell flat, since she had heard many a paladin sound like a pompous ass and Savien himself tended towards insufferable arrogance. But he made the attempt, and it was a compliment he might have liked to receive himself, so she was willing to let it pass.

Then the instruction to take his class took her by surprise and she gasped at the shock. She was two semesters shy of when she was supposed to start, assuming she didn't have to retake classic literature. While Sir Savien might not have known that, it was still a huge honor to be advanced that way, at the request of a teacher.

So when he advised her to be careful of Rei, she didn't snap a retort of warning him being careful of sharp objects and high places, and just nodded in agreement about keeping an eye on the 'girl'.

Nearby, a day or two later
Pierette was always one to play things as close to the vest as she could, and so she hadn't mentioned to Nox that she was going to go to an eye doctor. For some reason, she had started seeing hazy colors around certain things. Well. People mostly. It troubled her more than she wanted to admit. After a half hour of being cagey with the optometrist, she ended up with just one answer and a new set of reading glasses. The answer was that there was nothing physically Wrong with her eyes, and he suggested she might just be tired. Pierette did not mention that the haze around his head remained a dreary grey and she got the impression that he was just going through the motions.

Of course, the doctor only saw patients during the day, and she couldn't tell anyone why she was happy. The happiness still needed to be shared. That limited the number of calls she could make, though her contact list continued to scroll under the pressure of her thumb. Ah. Celeste. Hadn't spoken to baby sister in a while, and she was close.

In the Monastery, Celeste had been on her way to the forges when her cellphone started to jangle. It was an instrumental version of 'Bad to the Bone' so she knew exactly who it was before she ducked into a quiet hallway to answer with a very abrupt, "What have you done this time, Pierette?"

"Lesty-lesty, why do I have to have done Anything in order to call my darling baby sister?" Perilous wheedled, then gave her mischievous laugh as she sprawled on the hood of her car in the sunny parking lot.

"So you are calling just to say that you are... still alive?" Celeste gave a scornful sound as she sank down to sit on the floor of the hall, her heavy duffle bag tucked against her uniform-clad legs.

"Well, alive, yeah. And happy. Really really happy." Perilous admitted, her free hand settling on her belly as she thought about her situation.

Celeste caught her breath at that sound in her sister's voice, and hunched over her phone as she whispered, "What kind of trouble are you in? Did you kill someone? Are you high? In jail? What happened?!"

Pierette wrinkled her nose, though she was sure that she deserved exactly that reaction. "I'm in love. And pregnant. And I do not appreciate your assumptions--"

Celeste was stunned for a beat, then shrieked, "YOU DID WHAT!?"

Perilous lost the last traces of her healthy, happy high then and gave her phone an annoyed look at the shrillness coming from it. Her hands folded as tightly as possible as if she could physically throttle her rage before she brought the communication device back to her ear. "You're right. Completely unbelievable. I'm not Liz, never could be. Even Robert, with his obsession, has a healthier relationship than I am capable of."

The coldness in Pierette's voice made Celeste wince and she slumped, "I'm sorry, sis. I just..."

"I know. I'm a horrible human being and you expect the worst. Maybe if you met him, you would understand, but just hearing me say it-- No, you don't think I can love." Pierette sighed, and couldn't bring herself to care about the brand new pair of jeans getting ripped as she slid off the hood of her car.

Celeste sighed, then looked up and realized... she had an audience. "I love you, sis. Gotta go."

One such member of the audience would be a fully armored Kurtrin, with his iconic, battle damaged copper-iron helm tucked under his arm. A smile was spread across the old paladin's features, and with a sharp whistle, he'd do his best to dispel the other eavesdroppers and onlookers.

"Get out, leave her be! Let her talk with her family you gawkers!"

The elder wasn't an uncommon sight around the proselytes, nor the more junior regions of the Monastery. Lately, the old war hero had taken to giving private lessons, or just talking with the next generation, eager to pass on his knowledge, especially since....they'd returned. It only made him happier to do it once word from the higher ups had been disapproving of his actions.

"You're Hogan, aren't you? The one who worked with Sir Savien on the investigation at the Square. I read your report. And his." He'd waited until the others had left or milled away, letting his voice become soft and sad. "I'm sorry for the loss of our younger brothers and sisters. I'm sorry you had to see that, Celeste."

Celeste stood up slowly as the Golden spoke to her, nodding when he remembered her name correctly and a little awed at this warrior from the last war. Sure, it might be officially listed as 'skirmishes', but there was no doubt in Celeste's mind that the Caeruleum at least had thought of it as a war. She gave an annoyed sound at the mention of Sir Savien, but did her best not to comment on the paladin.

"Someone had to see it. Might as well have been me. I just wish--" She lowered her gaze then and looked at her fingers knotted around the handles of her dufflebag.

"I couldn't help Eric. He's still alive. I'd give up all my training to kill if I could just fix him." The word 'fix' wasn't right, but Celeste just could not think of a better way to put what she meant.

"Oh, child." Kurt would rest a gauntleted hand on her shoulder, his face warm, sympathetic. "I'm sure they'll find a way to help him. Somehow. People have come back from their torture before. The most important thing is, that when he finds clarity, that you, or some one else, is there for him before the questions begin."

Retracting his hand, his smile would waver somewhat, but remain in place none-the-less. "Were you on your way to the smithy? I'll walk with you. We haven't had a chance to have a proper conversation yet, Miss Hogan. I'm eager to get to know you all."

Before its too late. He kept that part to himself, however. "Maybe you can tell me what all the yelling was about. If its too personal, however, forget I asked."

The young woman didn't need it to be said. The phrase 'Before it is too late' hung between them like the ghosts of the three that had been attacked. The path to the smithy was the way Celeste would walk with Kurtrin, so he guessed correctly.

Celeste did hesitate about revealing her sister's problems, then shrugged under Sir Kurtrin's smile. "She got pregnant. Supposedly. This will be the third time that I know of and-- Well, I don't have any nieces or nephews from her to show for it. So I got upset."

From the worried frown and determinedly firm chin, one might deduce that things were much worse than that simple statement made them seem, but Celeste was getting better at keeping her own counsel.

"I see. Well. Is there a father in the picture? Has he met your family? Does it seem like this might be good for her, even if the child doesn't..." No, no talk of death. Not yet. In truth, it was easy to tell that Celeste was keeping something back. The screaming on the phone, and the dodgy answers. She was young and careful, but he was old. He knew the tricks.

"You have to be there for her, child. Family is something that comes against our will, but that we must cherish. The church is your family now, that much is true, but never..." Perhaps he was overstepping. Perhaps he was an old fool. A mirthful chuckle.

"Forgive this old man's ramblings. How go your studies? Your sparing? There's a lot of eyes watching you, Celeste. Your class has some of the most talented and promising fellows in years. We older folks have a lot of hope for you all."

"There is a father, and she wants me to meet him. I am not often welcome with my family, so if they have met him, I would not know of it." She lifted her chin another notch, refusing to look at her companion as they walked. Any hint of sympathy would undo her, so she would not risk it.

"My studies go well enough. I might never match Inarin for scholarly pursuits, but I pass even the classes he ruins the curve in. Sparring is... simpler, though I do not like the restriction of swords. There are so many other ways to make a blade that it seems a senseless waste to only use that class of weapon." She seemed to relax a little and be more animated as she talked about weapons. It was easy to see where her passions laid, though she didn't mention that Master Romstone let her Make an axe, and it was the training yard monitors that wouldn't let her use it.

"I understand your point with the swords. The Order fights so hard against a change to its traditions, its rather silly. A few look to me to support the re-introduction of melee weapons only to the Order, or back their silly in-house political movements. That's all it is Hogan. Politics." The kind, grandfatherly smile never left his face as he ranted, walking with his hands help firm behind his back.

"My sidearm saved my life more times than I could count. My life being saved meant I could continue to do good. To serve." There was a pride in that voice, a nostalgic sense of accomplishment. "Its glad to see you feel that way at least. That older boy, Swigelf. He's good with a gun, but all he ever does is focus on his sword. He should've taken the Silver a year ago, perhaps even sooner. He's too...one dimensional."

"Am I boring you, child? You seem distant, as if something is bothering you. You aren't a hard one to read, Hogan."

"Politics. I don't understand why making someone feel important comes before making sure people are safe." She answered bitterly, then gave a shocked look and bit her lip, afraid she had gone too far.

"I'm sorry. I know that I should hold my tongue. That's why I will be late to the silver, if I ever reach it at all. I'm too blunt, when they want smooth words." When they reached the smithy, she seemed reluctant to go in, standing outside to continue to talk to the legend.

"Swigelf? You mean Izaic? Mmmm. I think there is more to him than meets the eye. That one knows the way to play politics and shift the situation to his advantage. His biggest problem is that he is too singular in his purpose. He doesn't see the need for the 'softer' subjects, I think?" Celeste frowned and leaned against the wall as she tried to sort out her impressions of the bigger male. "He seems like the guy that knows How the battles were fought, but not why, if that makes sense."

"Oh it does. He...was born in the right time though. We'll need people like him in the months to come." He certainly had a lot to say about her fellow proselyte. In truth, Kurtrin had helped him develop his...unique sword play. However, he wanted to make sure it was clear there was no favoritism.

"But we'll also need people like you. And people like the Nuvellon boy. And young Camille. All of you. You are a good student, and a better warrior, but you never kill your emotions. You use them. That is a rare gift. Most don't know how to channel their feelings in such a way. Most let them cloud their judgement, or hesitate in their actions. That will get them killed, unfortunately." A grimace, turning so that only the scarred side of his face was being shown to her.

"People are going to die, young one. So many more. And not just in the church's ranks. People outside our power to protect. Don't leave things in a bad spot, Celeste. The day might soon come that you'll never be able to see or hold a friend, or a sister, ever again, because they'll be taken from you." Just like my sister was.

"I'll see Pierette as soon as I can. She moves around alot, so I have to wait for her to tell me when and where though." Celeste admitted, letting her head bow so her curtain of long brown hair hid her face from view for a moment. The better to cloak her sadness of not being welcomed by the rest of the family.

"I am afraid." She admitted then, a fine tremble starting in her shoulders. "It's going to be so bad this time. He is already targeting our weakest flank, and no one is doing anything to stop it. I mean, we should be grateful that this one didn't go out and make an army of his own kind to sweep away the Church like twigs in a flood. But if he didn't-- it must mean he has a reason to believe he can triumph anyway."

"That's because they almost did, child. If the...other forces inside this city hadn't turned against them. If their own kind hadn't, reportedly, betrayed them...I can't imagine what this city would've been like, under Nito Augustus Caeruleum cruel thumb."

He'd embrace her then, nothing behind that of a father figure, and some one who genuinely cared. "But I tell myself every day that this time, its only one. Only one of them lived through Operation Broken Winter. I pray for nothing harder."

Then, the legend would release her. "Weep now. Fight now. Love now. There may not be time for it soon, Hogan. Do you understand? Do those things before you lose them."

Celeste had been nodding in agreement, though the thought of Nito Caeruleum made her shudder. Then she was squeezed in armored arms and she froze in shock. Not knowing what to do, she just stood very straight in Kurt's embrace, waiting for him to let her go.

When he did, she lifted her tear-streaked face and stared in amazement and fear, like his kindness had broken some vital bit of internal armor. One hand scrubbed at her face briefly, then she shook her head and turned to just jog away from the Golden. Unable to hide or control her feelings since he had accidentally opened the flood gates, all she could think to do was get some distance and a chance to think.
 
As written by Faithy

He missed the entire day of classes while out and about with Pierette, but Jimmy didn’t have a care in the world at that moment. He not only got high for the first time, well except for the rave, he also finally got what he had wanted for a very long time, laid. The Proselyte wasn’t quite sure how long he was gone, but in his mind it wasn’t long enough. Soon the two were heading back to the monastery and he couldn’t help but hope that this wasn’t the only time he and Pierette would hang out. Being sure to thank her, Jim stumbled out of the car and gave a thumbs up before heading back inside. As he walked through the gates, he slid his fingers into his pocket and grabbed the papers that were inside.

“Oh yeah… probably should get that while I’m thinking about it.” Muttering to himself, Jimmy headed towards the library, pushing open the door in hopes that he didn’t spot anyone that he would get tangled up in a lengthy conversation with. He was still possibly high and really didn’t feel like a lecture. Remembering that asking a librarian would be a terrible idea, he made his way casually towards the forbidden sections.
 
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The librarian - a cleric by the name of Sister Maria - barely looked up as Jimmy entered the library. He was just one of many proselytes coming to and from the library, cramming in order to get all of their coursework done in advance, so that they could slack off for the duration of the Auraella in a fortnight's time.

The forbidden sections of the library weren't, in fact, referred to officially as such. That would be far too melodramatic, of course. No, rather they were simply referred to as 'the back room'. These 'forbidden' books - largely consisting of texts on dark forms of magic, theses on certain aspects of the supernatural that referred to discrete aspects of the church's operation, and some archived old case files - were not kept on display, but rather sat in boxes in a locked room at the back of the library.

The librarian, of course, possessed a key - as did some of the staff members. The lock was modern and well-made, but didn't - in truth - pose much of an obstacle to a particularly determined proselyte with a set of improvised lockpicks.

At least, not one with both their arms in working condition.
 
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Jimmy took note of where Sister Maria was, glad that she didn’t pay him any attention. He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to come up with a plan before reaching the back room. Having never been in there before, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but wasn’t about to let down the Twins. That wasn’t how he did things and even though his morals had dipped tremendously the last two days, it wasn’t enough to blow off a deal that had been made.

Think Jimmy… you’re pretty smart, surely you can figure this out. Wish In was here… he could probably do this a lot faster. Shaking his head while also making a mental note to talk to the younger Proselyte about the rave, Jim stopped in front of the door and stared at the lock. He exhaled deeply before squeezing the bridge of his nose. How the hell was he going to get into the room? It wasn’t like he could just ask, could he? Or maybe he could… under the guise of wanting to learn more information about the Caer.

“Hmm…” He wondered out loud, forcing his mind to get past the haze.
 
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"J-Jimmy?"

As though summoned by the thought of him, Inarin's hesitant voice cut across the silence of the library. Of course, perhaps it wasn't so odd that he'd happened to be there - after all, the younger proselyte practically lived amongst the shelves. He looked very tired, obviously feeling the effects of the late night from the previous day's party. He had a book clutched to his chest - his place marked with a scrap of paper. Oddly for the normally very neat boy, his shirt collar was turned up, obscuring his neck.

"What're you doing?" he asked, glancing between Jimmy and the doorway with a perplexed look on his face.
 
As written by Faithy

Turning around the minute his name was spoken, Jimmy was in the middle of coming up with an excuse when he noticed it was Inarin. Grinning and relaxing almost immediately, he stepped closer towards the male, noting several things all at once. First there was the exhaustion evident on his face followed by the collar that was obviously hiding whatever had happened to him the night before. Add those two things onto what the Twins had said and well, Jim was pretty sure the younger Proselyte was hiding a hickey. He kept that thought to himself and instead rubbed his forehead.

“Oh, you know… just getting some studying done. How are you doing…? Everything okay? I wanted to talk to you earlier, but didn’t get the chance.” Jimmy was genuinely worried about Inarin not because he saw him as someone weak who couldn’t take care of himself but because he was a friend.

“Actually I’m in need of a book, but … the room is locked.” He sighed, glancing back towards the door before shifting his gaze back towards In.
 
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"Y... yeah, I'm alright," Inarin answered unconvincingly. After the episode in the courtyard earlier, he'd been in a poor mood for most of the day. Some of that had been alleviated as more memories of the night before had faded back in, a few of which had caused a guilty spike of giddiness to rise in his chest. "How about you? H- how bad is your arm? I mean, obviously it's ... bad, because it broke, but ..."

He trailed off, smiling faintly. "But you know what I mean. Ah... what book are you looking for? I probably know where it is. The back room is just for things that we're not supposed to read... for whatever reasons." It didn't sound like Inarin was particularly pleased with the idea that they weren't allowed to read certain things, if only for the fact that there was more to be learned that he couldn't get at.
 
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“It’s fine… I think it’s just a hairline fracture. I should be good for the Auraella, I hope. Though, no weight lifting or sparring for me. I skipped all my classes today, but I doubt many noticed I wasn’t there.” Shrugging, Jimmy couldn’t help but frown a little. He hated that he hadn’t kept his promise to ensure that the others remained safe at the Rave. Well, it was an unspoken promise, but still. Spending the day with Pierette was a nice distraction, but it didn’t stave away all of the demons. Maybe if he was high all the time or maybe if he did other drugs… Shaking his head at the thought, Jimmy tried to focus on things at that moment.

“If you want to talk about things, you know I’m here for you, Inarin. I’m not the type to judge and well… sometimes it feels good to just vent.” He smiled softly, his fingers running through his hair before he realized he had been asked a question.

“Oh! Right, the book. It’s not going to be out where everyone can get to it. It’s uhhh… It’s in there.” Jimmy nodded towards the back room with a slight grin.
 
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"I noticed!" Inarin blurted out, before almost biting his tongue in a vain attempt to swallow his words after they'd already been spoken. "I mean, I- I'm sure that we all did. Celeste, and Aaro, and ... yeah, all of us."

He paused a moment to collect himself before going on, hugging the book he held like a lifeline. His eyes flitted between making short-lived eye contact with Jimmy and lingering on the floor as though he was particularly fascinated with the markings on the floorboards. "And I, ah... I don't think I need to talk about... about anything. I don't remember everything, just ... a general idea." He cleared his throat, flushing red. "I guess I ... I got a little drunk, and ah... carried away. I'm not- I mean, I didn't..."

Another cough. "Well, anyway. What book is it? If it's important to your study, m-maybe you can make a case to Sister Maria? She's fairly strict, but... not unreasonable, if there's a good reason."
 
As written by Faithy

“It’s fine, In, really. I wasn’t trying to fish for recognition or anything. Today’s been a weird day, I guess.” Jimmy smiled at Inarin’s outburst, though he felt guilty even mentioning that no one would notice because it sounded like a pathetic attempt to gain sympathy, which wasn’t what he wanted. Sighing, he realized that no matter how hard he tried, In wasn’t going to open up to him and whatever had happened probably wasn’t his business anyways. At least the younger Proselyte was safe the entire night. He shook his head, knowing that asking about the book would not work.

“No, can’t ask her. It’s Ar Síoris', by Abelas Moreau.” Jim glanced back at the locked door and scowled, trying to figure out how to get in there without asking or getting caught.
 
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"I didn't- I mean, I wasn't-" Inarin stammered, biting his lip in frustration at his inability to form a single coherent sentence. "I did notice... I'm n... not just saying it," he finally managed to mumble. "It... it's been a weird day for me, too. N... not as weird as yesterday, but..."

He laughed nervously, trailing a hand through his hair. "I... I woke up today and had a... had a whole group of people to... to talk to. It's... different. To normal. N... nice. And I guess... it's 'cause of you, 'cause you invited me along t... to the cafe. If you hadn't, I'd have just spent last night cooped up with a book... like normal."

The younger proselyte blushed. "Ah... Ar Síoris, though? That... that sounds familiar!" Inarin hastily drove the conversation onwards. "Uh... wait." He paused, furrowing his brow. "That's a book on necromancy, isn't it? 'On Eternity'. Moreau was... one of the foremost necromancers incriminated in Alarin Vaine's accusations of conspiracy that led to the Night of Black Tears. He was a very prominent figure in the necromantic aristocracy at the time, very powerful and influential. Ar Síoris is a collection of his theories on immortality, as independent from necromantic preservation as practiced by necromancers today. Almost all the copies were burned during Vaine's crusades..."

He trailed off, realising that he was rambling. "Uh... s- sorry, you p- probably already know all that since you're looking for it... and all."
 
As written by Faithy

Jimmy’s expression softened at Inarin’s words, glad that he invited him out to the café and to the rave, though if something would have happened at the Rave, he wouldn’t have forgiven himself, but thankfully it appeared the worst that happened to In was getting a hickey from one of the Twins, he figured. Keeping that thought to himself, he just grinned like an idiot and listened to the smarty talk about the book that the twins wanted.

“Inarin, I’m glad you decided to go with us to the café and to the rave. As for the book, it’s not for me. I’m getting it as a favor for someone else.” He smiled, shrugging a little before scrunching down to peer at the lock.

“Hmm, maybe I could pick the lock or something.” He glanced back towards Inarin. “Got a lock picking kit?” He grinned, doubting that In had anything like that
 
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"I ... not as such..." Inarin replied, hesitating before glancing over his shoulder. They were still alone in this section of the library. "But... I ... I guess I could distract Sister Maria while you take her keys. She... she keeps them on a hook behind her desk. I don't know, though ..."

He didn't really want to break the rules, but neither did he want to disappoint Jimmy. "Wh... why do they need the book? I mean, I- I'll do it f- for you, but maybe there's a different one that they could... make do with?"
 
As written by Faithy

“Oh, that’d be great. I could snatch the keys and unlock the door and sneak them back, I guess.” Jimmy wasn’t sure how well it’d work, but what was the worst that could possibly happen? He would just have to make sure that Inarin wasn’t implicated in it. He would feel incredibly bad if the youngin got into trouble.

“No, the deal was made for this book and I don’t go back on my word. If you don’t want to help, that’s alright. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, Inarin. I’m sure I can figure something out. Maybe there’s a window I can get into from the outside or something.” Jimmy peered around at the room, trying to figure out a way to get inside without making Inarin do something he didn’t want to do.
 
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"N-no, it's fine!" Inarin hastily interjected, smiling in what he hoped was a confident manner. It wasn't. "I can help. Ah... just be quick. I'll... I'll go now, before anyone sees us."

And before he had a chance to change his mind. Flashing another brief smile, the younger proselyte turned and scurried away towards the front desk. On his way there, he paused to stow the book he'd been carrying away on a random shelf.

"Ah, Sister Maria?"

The elderly cleric looked up with a smile. "Good afternoon, Inarin. How can I help?"

"I was wondering if you could help me track down a book? Gérard Couture's 'Pleur de Eleue: A Treatise'. I know that we don't have to start looking into consecration and sanctification until next year, but..."

"You needn't explain, Inarin," Sister Maria smiled, laughing. "It wouldn't be the first time you were a year ahead of the material. I'm surprised you didn't know where to find it, though..."

"I- it's not in its place, a- actually. I checked, and someone seems to have ... to have taken it." A lie, for all intents and purposes. The book wasn't in fact in place, but that was because Inarin had been carrying it until about thirty seconds ago.

Sister Maria frowned. "Hm. Let me check the logbook..." she rifled through a few pages of the records on the desk in front of her, before shaking her head. "No, nobody's taken it out... Tsk. No doubt somebody has left it somewhere inconsiderate. Come along, let's hunt, shall we?"

Inarin nodded, smiling as the sister rose to her feet and started in the direction of the section the book was from. "Hopefully it hasn't gone far," she remarked. "Let's check the reading spaces first..."

The two quickly vanished amidst the shelves, leaving Jimmy free to seize his prize.
 
As written by Faithy

Jimmy just nodded and strode off towards the front, though not too quick because he didn’t want to get there before Sister Maria was sidetracked. Peering at a few books close by, he listened to the conversation and grinned widely, thankful for a friend such as Inarin. He was so smart that he could easily get most of the staff to do what he wanted to further his education. It was actually pretty amazing to witness firsthand, well, outside of the classroom. The minute they disappeared from sight, Jim shot behind the desk and grabbed the keys.

“Thank you, In…!” He whispered as he shuffled back to the backroom where his prize was located. Crouching down, he tried every key until he managed to get the door unlocked. Diving inside, he closed the door behind him and stared at the boxes in front of him.

“Holy crap, that’s a lot of books they want to keep from us… hmm…” Shaking off his thoughts, he quickly recalled that he was on borrowed time. Peering at the boxes, he soon realized that they were alphabetical, which was a good thing. Shuffling around boxes as well as he could with one arm, he finally found the box that he wanted, but it was under more boxes.

“Ugh… this is irritating.” Grumbling, he shifted a few more boxes so that he could get down to the box he wanted.

Sliding it open, he exhaled and started to move books around so that he could get the one he needed. He had to do it carefully to ensure that once he was done, he could get them all back where they belonged. Hopefully he would make it back before Sister Maria and In did or he’d be toast. After what felt like nine hundred years, he found the book he had been hunting for. Setting it off to the side, he put the others back where he found them and shut the box. Grabbing the book, he placed it on top of boxes he didn’t need to move in order to put everything back as it was. Snatching the book and keys, he snuck out, locking the door behind him. Weaving in and out of bookcase, he made it back to the front, which as thankfully empty. Replacing the keys, he moved off and pretended to look at the books nearby, waiting for In to reappear.
 
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It was a few more minutes before Inarin and Sister Maria came back into view at the desk - Inarin with the book they'd been searching for once more clasped to his chest. After a brief exchange of goodbyes, he turned and glanced around, spotting Jimmy and hurrying over.

"D-did you get it?" he asked nervously, glancing at the book in Jimmy's hands. Ar Síoris was a relatively unassuming book. It was bound in the manner of most old tomes, in leather with a a ridged spine and various elaborate patterns decorating its cover. The leather itself was black, and the title embossed in silver.

"Ah, good." Inarin breathed a sigh of relief.
 
As written by Faithy

When Inarin and Sister Maria finally showed back up, he grinned and nodded towards the male, knowing that he put a lot on the line to allow Jimmy to get the book. He didn’t even get a chance to answer In, though in truth it probably didn’t matter all that much. As long as he wasn’t stopped before he could get it back to his dorm and stashed into a bag all was good.

“Yeah, thanks a bunch, Inarin. I know you didn’t have to do it, but I appreciate it. Oh, the twins say hello.” Jimmy gauged Inarin’s face, curious as to how he was going to react.
 
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Inarin's eyes briefly widened and he blushed furiously. "Y-you talked to them?" he stammered, "I- Ah... okay..." What had they told him? Thus far Inarin didn't think that anyone else was aware of quite how far his misadventures with the twins had gone - for once he was thankful that he'd had one of his attacks before he could make any more mistakes that night.

"Is... is that all they said?"
 
As written by Faithy

“Mmhmm, needed to find out Arien’s number and so I went to their school with Pierette,” Jimmy smiled, realizing that he was pretty right in his thoughts. However, he also realized something else. Inarin was a very private and shy kiddo and if he did something with the Twins he wasn’t going to mock him or make him regret opening up to him. Jim slid her fingers through his hair and shook his head a little.

“Err… no, they also uhh… Look, In, I don’t know what happened last night since I was a huge dick and spent the majority of the Rave drunk and then drugged, but I want you to know that I’m here for you if you just want to talk about things. I’m not the type to judge, not at all.” He took a breath before continuing. “Alvére also said that he was sorry for leaving evidence.” Jim shrugged a little.
 
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