Shelves of Knowledge

[Silver Adept]

A wall of flame sprouts from the floor, blocking Enon from dashing out the door.

"No, I think we're going to talk this one out. That sounds like a very unresolved issue."

The dark tones vanish from Silver's voice as he steps out from in the stacks.

"You'll find that I make an excellent punching bag, if you just need someone to beat on." The blaze blocking the door swirls a little bit and reduces itself to a little flame right on the doorknob.

Silver's voice shifts again to genuine concern. "Let's talk."

[Enon]

Enon skidded to a stop with a surprise gasp at the sudden flames. Pivoting she turned to look in Silver's direction, her eyes slowly narrowing. Her fist balled at her side she stalked back to stand in front of him. The sound of her angry breathing was easily noticed.

"Why? What good would talking do? By what right do you have to challenge me on how I feel?" Her voice was a low harsh sound almost as if she had to force every word out.

[Silver Adept]

"Have a seat." Silver turned aside to show the two chairs and table that had arranged themselves, with what looked like frothy drinks on top.

"I'm not challenging your feelings. I want to understand them. I want you to understand them. Holding anger inside, while it makes for an excellent pyrotechnics show at the end, tends to lead to self-combustion as well."

[Enon]

Enon threw her hands up in exasperation and started back towards the door shaking her head. She stared at the door handle for a brief moment before grabbing it and yanking.

[Silver Adept]

The flame winked out before Enon grabbed the handle, attesting to its now-illusory nature, although it was s little warm, indicating that perhaps the first one hadn't been.

"Hrm. That didn't go over as well as planned. Generally, I prefer to hear it directly from the players themselves, but if all else fails, this is a place of secondary research..."

Silver snapped his fingers and a book floated gracefully into his hands. "Tell your fellows to find me an account of what transpired between Enon and Byre. Not the most recent one that I was involved in, but the one that set this whole mess off, okay?" Silver gently let the floating book go. For a moment, the finding aid thought... then zipped off into the shelves.

[Enon]

The book comes back with the black book Silver might have seen Enon flipping through.

It is about about two feet wide and in length and a least that thick. The cover itself has lots of whirling designs almost like numerous infinity symbols looped together in odd interlocking patterns.

The book opens and the pages slowly begin to turn and slowly pick up speed.

((OOC note: Still writing it out :-p Also the place is still open for other to RP here if they choose to do. Thought I would mention that.))

[Enon]

The pages of the book stop:

The need to belong is always present in the nature of those that live a nd breath. There is no descrimination on what that or even who that might be. When that need has been given and then it is taken away the slimest of chances will be taken to have that happen again. Some will go to long distances to regain that feeling of belonging. The vague hidden need to restore a life to what was normal is a demanding drive. It can push some to do things they never anticipated.

The memory can haunt a soul to be a driving need as it was with Enon. She had the memory of family and then its lost. Later she found something more but wasn't as good as the original but it partially set it on a back burner. Then that substitution was lost and made the loss of the oringal even more painful. Only in dreams was the thought of family really but when do dream and reality meet and merge.

But in that merger there was truth. family still exsisted for Enon so she set out to find it. Along the way she made both friends and enemies. But then death chased those as well. The need for belonging and family grew on those days when she sat at a bedside of a dying friend. The death wasn't her fault but then to her it felt like it. But none the less the tears remained the same slowing contributing to the wound of her loss of family still was open.
((TBC))

[Silver Adept]

Silver's eyes swept over the words. While he drew inferences from what he saw, he waited for the book to speak its piece, as it were.

[Ryukku]

Skids into the library makeing an unessicarilay large amount of noise. "Hello anyone here I'd like a book!" Looks around to see if she can see anyone.

[Kudasai Hiroki]

Kudasai hears a familiar voice from the entrance of the library.

He turns around to see a familiar face.
"Holy crap where have you been?!!!"

*runs over and gives Ryukku a big hug*