Scene #8682: UQ Holder - Akasha Book Labrynth Pt. 2

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Touta Konoe	Alexis' misstep isn't pitied with words of encouragement or reprimanded. But her fumbling leaves her especially susceptible to the furthered swarming that follows from the leech monstrosities. She finds that in this moment of susceptibility that Touta steps between her and any upcoming creatures. Despite his smaller frame, and the lightness of his blade his blade cleaves through multiple at once as they find themselves pushed back from the force of the attack alone before returning to the miasma from which they came. In stride Madeleine's ice-tipped spears seem to give her additional reach and penetration into the skin of the cryptids. As they're blown to bits ice shrapnel seems to catch a few in the swarm disrupting their charge causing some to flail and impede the others. Perhaps a benefit of Ritsuka's assistance? Meanwhile, Mash's adaptability proves to be an invaluable asset. Her transition from solely defense to offense keeps the leeches from attempting to come from sky high from overwhelming the group like a tidal wave, earning her the proper title of Shielder. Then there's Pochi with his drill which for a tiny pup is providing a lot of utility as well. The Leeches find very little way to handle the tiny creature but to try and swallow it in one gulp which fails immensely as they're punched a hole through. The combined efforts of the four (including Torrie as well) acting as the bulwark leaves Rena the room she needs to precisely snipe out of the air the leeches that spring out of the water like flying fish. Though Madeleine and Rena come to a consensus on a valid point. Anywhere the mist lingers is a danger zone...And as if to affirm those very thoughts...
Touta Konoe	- - - /This/ is what you would hold dear? Really? Here? You could've done so much better than... "You would question what I hold dear? /You/? Dragon Witch, who wandered the Multiverse aimlessly burning away at worlds, solely so that you might cast a shadow that escaped /hers/? Do not question the heat of my flames and their purpose. You may have thrown us away for a Master of your own, but even under her command I sense the source of your flames is still wild and aimless. Trying to find those to place empty sin upon, so that you might exact your passionless vengeance. You have no right to judge what my potential is, nor where it should be placed." Jeanne invokes pained words, an offense similar in scale to that of Nightmarch's. Enough as the voice continued to speak the black fog that had been running thin through the maze started to envelope it completely. The walls of the library are covered in thick black, the lights that illuminated the warmth of a spirituals is concealed. The group feels as if they've all been captured within a storm cloud. "I was but a wyvern when you abandoned this world. A creature as mindless as the ones within the cavern that I fed upon. Though it was only as you departed this world was I granted freedom to live without servitude, but too simple to make use of it beyond just freedom... So I continued to follow my instincts as a familiar of the Avenger, to embody and consume negative emotions and grow my power. The feelings from within the city above would always saturate into the creatures of the cavern, into the perfect hunting ground, and I alone became its apex predator. And with each new strength I grew stronger, I acquired more knowledge, and became more conscious of my own existence...But only enough to realize that with each kill, what it truly was that had been fueling my flames. Poverty, corruption, regret, deceit, anxiety, betrayal, in my nature alone, I devoured those feelings taken form for power, but it was only as I became truly aware of this power, its burden, did I ascend into a greater form. I became strong, I harbored enough loathing and disgust from this world, that I treated as my own burden. That my hunger for such meager insects was beneath me. My rage, my hunger still unsated but knowing enough that the creatures of the cavern would provide me sustenance no longer. Just the lingering flavors of their resentment. So like the Dragon Witch that had conjured me I would seek greater to unleash my anguish and wrath upon the world that helped forge me. Believing that burning away the sources of sorrow above might finally sate me..." From the fog, something new begins to form...Not spiders that appear from the shadows, not the leech-like creatures, not bats either...But creatures that snarl inhale the miasma like toxins and exhale flames from it. Whose bodies are adorned with scales, that freely fly above the platforms into and out of the black fog with sight of a predator capable of perceiving through it...Wyverns. "I limited myself to those insects, for the same reason to which you have withheld your flame. No...Unlike you, I've done it because I cherish this sanctuary of knowledge and wisdom. Not just withholding my strength at the behest of another's concern. Though the last time I summoned my kin, I was truly your daughter, mother. Unable to escape upwards through the isle of the immortals where you once resided, I came across the path to the Library of the Akasha. I made my way through it's doors intending to make my way to the surface only to be halted by the guardian of this sanctuary, he, who claimed himself the librarian.
Touta Konoe	Before my kin and I could bear flames, he silenced us all. Flames, wrath, malice. He declared order, and as I found myself at his feet, ready to wallow in the anguish of death with the emotions I'd clung to...Rather than vanquish me...He gave my flames purpose. I was left to live and told the stories of the Akasha. I cared little enough, biding my time till I might claim freedom and seize the opportunity to unleash my flames upon this world. To finally sate the voices that haunt me in slumber. In that time I heard the many tales that were brought here through pain, through war, through destruction of civilizations, I learned of their trials. I went from listening to the stories to learning to read them, in all their languages. I attained their knowledge, intending to use them as my tool for oblivion, but instead it became the tool that attuned my limited knowledge into something greater. Wisdom. Wisdom to know that the power of their suffering while my source was not my cause, that even if I still hear the voices of the anguished as I sleep, their voices won't be quelled." - - -
Touta Konoe	Within the heaviest concentration of miasma within the maze, a scaled-claw descends out from the fog like thin-air. Its forearms pressing into the floor and the ground beneath tremors, each step causing yet another quake as it unveils its form. Scales of black as dark as coal, her body towering above even the platforms of the bookshelves. Her wings at her back fan out for a moment, only to recede back to make space for her size. The gale she forges though runs through the entirety of the library till the wales of the wind can be heard echoing back into the caverns from which they entered, revealing a bleached blonde pigment similar to that of Jeanne's hair. Eyes the same shade of amber. What appears before them is no wyvern, but a true and proper dragon. From the tremors, while the shelves still linger in the fog, several books throughout the library begin to tilt out of place looking as if they're about to fall to the ground only for the Elites to watch as the swarm of wyverns with a sense of urgency equivalent to loss of life arrive to each one, gently nuzzling back into their place hidden within the darkness with their snouts before taking to the air again. "I am Jeannette D'Arc, daughter of the Dragon Witch, and the /proud/, acting Head Librarian of the Akashic. By ancestral law of the Akashic, for those that have come to this sanctuary of knowledge without intending to pay the proper price for its treasure, and for hoarding the knowledge held within ' 'A Dragon's Hollow Heart' ', ' 'The Marionette of Red Strings' ', and ' 'I See Them With Envy' '... This veil will protect the treasures of the Akashic from even the undying flames of an Avenge. Therefore I will enact the penalty without restraint. Prepare yourselves." The librarian makes her decree, and no room is provided to negotiate. A rule has been broken, and the librarian must uphold the laws of the akashic. The dragon has made its presence available to them all within the upper floors just as Jeanne had requested, and as if to salute off her decree, the wyverns all release in unison their roars. Fire escapes from their jaws raising the temperature of the library to a sweltering heat . The sound of the waters from which the leeches monstrosities while veiled within the fog can still be heard boiling over and breathing alone becomes insufferable before they begin their descent upon the Elites.
Touta Konoe	Aiden's combination of shield and gun eliminates the rest of the spiders swiftly, though as he begins his ascent into the air, the mist thickens and visibility becomes all but zero up above. Even his sense of sound is caught with the sounds of wyverns hidden within. Making him prey that has been caught in a web much more menacing than that of any spider could have weaved. The paired Elites like Madeleine and Torrie, Ritsuka and Mash, Pochi and Rena all start to find it harder to coordinate with one another as the veil begins to make it harder to collaborate as a collective unit. Those most susceptible to the fog being Pochi, Torrie, Mash, and Madeleine that acted as the bulwark. Though none of them in as much trouble of Sarracenia who in her maniacal hammertime had barreled into the veil, her own voice likely muzzling the sounds of any voices attempting to reach out to her before coming to her senses and realizing the severity of the situation as the sounds of the wyverns start to hum. Rena with her sharp shooting does get affected as well, her only relief being that it seems the leeches have dissipated, but through the veil she can feel the heat lingering from the breath of the new threat. Shajo and Sal are able to continue keeping track of one another, with Angela's tablet acting as a light beacon. Even through the mist as Sal speaks of the symbols Touta finally calls out. "There's no way what you guys found is related to her! She might have become the librarian or whatever, but these runes are definitely before her time! Is there anything else?!" As the question is asked, Angela can once again notice that as the mist thickens...Several more runes begin to illuminate within the maze. Their light still too muffled to make out from her camera alone, but the shine alone marks that they are of similar origin to what she's seeing now.
Aidan Proudpick	Aidan closes his eyes, taking in the words. "I'm sorry," he says, as the darkness of the miasma closes in. Negative emotions, the grand void of being alone. He stews in that, letting the miasma consume his vision. "I'm sorry that you had to go through that. And that you had to take in everything. That you had to live with that sort of world coming down on you. It must have been awful. To feel the weight of what everyone else feels, the hundred different lows that come with just living life. It must have been awful. And knowing there are people up there. People that this library could serve if it wasn't just all held back in a single place, a vault of riches hidden away. It's not easy to be alone." Aidan stares up into the mists. "To have something that forces you to stay away from everyone else. But you can't live on anger alone." A wyvern comes down, smashing Aidan against the hard stone bridge. He groans in pain as his back smashes hard against the stone, his leather armor doing little to absorb the impact. His shield above him blocks a second blow, giving him the moment he needs. A breath. Aidan puffs his chest out. Inflates his lungs with air. It isn't as skillful as some wind mages. But he doesn't need skill. The squirrel pushes up with his shield and blows out air like one might blow at a colorful pinwheel. But when Aidan blows out, the wind comes out at hurricane force, parting the miasma!
Sarracenia	Sarracenia has a few moments to wonder if this is one of those dark moments that Madeleine was speaking of when the miasma closes in around her and that monologue follows. That claw descends, and the princess looks up in awe...and actually squees like a fangirl. "A-a real life dragon!!" she exclaims excitedly and with a much larger smile on her face than someone should have when facing such a creature. She should probably be considering the severity of the situation, but right now she's having what seems to her like a hero moment. Everything else falls away for a moment in her mind. It's just her, standing before the mighty elder creature, hair and dress fluttering in the scalding breeze. Not to mention all the wyvern that start swarming about. She brings her hammer up, trying to use it as a shield to dampen the blows from claws and teeth. But, it isn't all that effective. Yelps and shrieks escape as she is sliced at, but her smile only turns to a grin. "Oh yeah? And just what is this price we were supposed to have paid? I didn't see anyone at the desk asking for library cards, or signs explaining how to properly borrow the knowledge!" she says as she pulls a leaf from her purse and in a poof has raccoon ears and a tail. And she recklessly charges forward, taking the the sky and flying right at the head of the dragon. "I am Princess Sarracenia Sundew, Crown Princess of the Sundew Kingdom! And I will happily satisfy this price if I am able! Do you want money? Knowledge in return? If it is something like that, I have plenty to share!" She flies up until she is even or perhaps slightly above the dragon's height, then hees. "Or, maybe you are like a new aquaintance of mine? Perhaps you ran out of light you could depend on? If you want somewhere better to stay, I offer the Sundew Kingdom! We could build a magnificent library just like this one, but in the bright light of day! You could ensure the knowledge is shared properly! That's what libraries are for, right? Not to hoard knowledge?" With that, she goes into a forward somersault spin, diving down toward the dragon with her DK Hammer. "What do you think? Sounds like much better options than having to fight a bunch of adventurers, right?!" she shouts as she tries to use the dragon's head like a test your strength thing at a carnival. "And sorry about what happened with your mom! That's pretty bad!"
Angela	Angela pays little attention to the Wyvern/Dragon(?) drama at first, focusing on the runes as she translates them. She figures it's not really going to be something she has to worry about. Shajo and Sal try to hurriedly do translations in case more is coming. "Hey, aren't those the books we checked out?" Angela could just offer to return these books now, maybe that would calm the dragon down. She could even point out that she didn't even know there was a librarian present in the first place and try to work something out. Instead Angela chooses antagonism. "Pardon me? Who is the one hoarding knowledge? When we were last here there were no posted rules or regulations on how to appropriately check out the books within. Are we supposed to just ''guess'' at the laws here? This is incredibly frustrating. I am exhausted of people ascribing incompetence or cruelty to me when I am simply attempting to learn as any other scholar would like to learn. When I do something that is ''actually'' cruel, nobody utters a peep." "Uh Miss Angela, maybe don't piss off the--" "If I were running a library, I would definitely ensure a fair opportunity to receive the knowledge therein even if the tomes might be too informative to simply just let others take away without some kind of effort. My rules would be cleanly and clearly posted so there is no room for misunderstandings or accidental violations of invisible rules or expecting translations of runes that weren't even present the first time. No wonder you are an ''acting'' head librarian because you are, clearly, only ACTING like one." "Well at least I'll see M.O.M again sooner rather than later." Sal mutters as Shajo and Sal dart in to strike at monsters burbling out from the nearby waters, striking with axe and ??? respectively. "And what kind of librarian threatens an uncontrolled fire in a library?" Angela complains as she tries to get a clearer look at those runes.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine offers no words to the dragon. As the waves of fire descend, she dives under a pouncing leech-monster, allowing its bulk to take the brunt of the flames. Torrie is less fortunate, and has to stop, drop, and roll to extinguish her burning cloak. In the meantime the huntress continues to cleave through the leech monsters, their advance slowing as some of the mist dedicates itself to becoming wyverns instead.
Alexis	Alexis appreciates Touta stepping in to give her some cover while she gets matters back in order and gets out a Pokemon that can help drive off the leeches with less collateral damage. This place is old, more sticky webbing really isn't going to change much. Doesn't help with the creepy miasma settling in, and the apparent source of it all coming froth within the darkness to scold them all. She grimaces a little, trying to pick out of the source of the voice in all the darkness and shadows. "Look, the one book was an accident. Don't get yourself all bent out of shape." Though now it's starting to be more clear why they wanted to hire a group of Elites to come down here instead of just coming themselves, though it's uncertain if they knew there was -this- here or just the general monster presence. Either way it looks like a smart move. But no, this Librarian doesn't relent, and doesn't want to listen to reason. It's going to summon its own monsters to fight. Alexis sees a flicker in the darkness, recognizing it as the electrical spark of Vikavolt's wings as Polarity comes to hover in front of her and uses Light Screen as a defensive measure to hold back some of the choking miasma and any stray breath shots from the wyverns. Which makes Alexis frown more, even as she braces herself. The beetle-mon may be holding back some of the physical danger, but she can still feel that godaweful presence creeping through her. "Oh, sure, now you think fire is okay. Hypocrites." Still, letting loose with more fire is probably not a good idea, so Alexis opts for one of her other stronger pokemon. "Mirage, let's go!" In the looming darkness it's hard to see the form that appears, mostly a slender dragonic but with large rhombus-shaped bug-like wings, and lenses over her eyes that make them look like a dragonfly's. It's the said wings that start to take notice though as the Flygon beats them faster and faster, to the point that the buzzing sound not only becomes audible but to the point of painful as she directs the sonic waves towards the monsters called to attack them!
Rena	Rena lowers her guns as the onslaught of leech-things dies down. It gives her a moment's peace to reload, which she does, before shoving the rapid-firing gun back in its holster; she keeps the heavier revolver out. The thing about monologues is that you have to be willing to listen to them. Rena has a low tolerance for talk and prefers direct action, and though she doesn't precisely ignore the talk, she doesn't wait for the dragon to finish. "Look, I don't know you, but yes, I am here to find a book. I'm not the one reading it. If you're trapped here, I'd let you out if I could, but you have to not light us on fire first!" Rena doesn't know much about dragons, because for all the things she has fought, dragons were not one of them. "And I definitely will have words with the person who left you here." JEANNE. At least give them a warning next time. "But if you're just here to have your friends eat us, I've fought biomonsters just as vicious!" (Rena did not know that Angela had had books taken here from before. This doesn't change much. She shouldn't be accused of a crime when she's never been here before.) When the miasma gets worse, Rena puts the goggles she habitually wears around her neck on. They don't let her see through the darkness, but they keep the worst of it out of her eyes, which... well, it might not make any difference at all, but she feels better about it. "Pochi, heel!" she calls, followed by, louder, "Come back!" Pochi is as blinded as anyone else, but he has a nose, and he knows where he left Rena, so he retreats out of the front lines, looking for her. He doesn't find her immediately, but it does mean he's safe(r) from assault. Rena isn't actually there anymore, though. She remembers the room and she's running toward one of the reading tables, springing off it for some extra height and firing the magnum directly toward where she last heard the dragon speak. She hits the ground after and rolls to escape a retributive strike, her tattered duster billowing behind her as she arcs through the air. Not that anyone can see it, so it loses some of its dramatic effect.
Ritsuka Fujimaru	"You're living among overgrown pests and swamp things. Of course I'll question it!" Jeanne snaps as she keeps her gaze focused on the voice, taking a moment to shoulder her flag as a wry grin crosses her face. "To think you'd come far enough to have that kind of mouth on you... Hmph. Seems you didn't fall too far from the tree, then. And look. You're even..." The voice speaks of her growing awareness, her consumption of the negative, and learning of the darker nature of society that would then feed into itself further. There's actually a moment when Jeanne doesn't have her default jackass grin on, and she even closes her eyes briefly as things start to click further once the voice brings up why she came to remain here instead of leaving for anywhere else. "... Hm. So you even managed to come that far, then. Finding a teacher, too... I'd be disappointed if you hadn't been able to accomplish that much." The usual grin starts to creep back into her expression afterwards, hiding the fact that she probably wouldn't have thought about this particular wyvern at all if not for finally encountering her now. The sight of the librarian making her presence fully visible has Mash and Ritsuka both looking up at the full-fledged dragon in awe, and Jeanne peering at her with a raised eyebrow that's vaguely pleased about what she's finally seeing and hearing. "That's the name you've chosen for yourself, then? I'd expect no less." Ritsuka and Mash keep their mouths shut about that, but they do exchange brief glances in-between facing off with so many wyverns still swarming around them. They're not doing a terrible job even though they're getting separated from the rest of the group, but they do manage to regroup with each other before too many of them can start biting and blasting Ritsuka more than either of them can handle. "I'll respect your desire to protect this place and keep them contained just to your body, then, my former pet. If you think my flames are truly as aimless as they were before, though, then I'll show you just how much you still have to learn. Master! Shielder! Let's show my wayward daughter how far we've come since I left this place!" There's an awkward silence as Jeanne waits for affirmative shouts from Mash and Ritsuka that never actually come. Instead, the pair are distinctly avoiding looking in both Jeanne's and the librarian's direction, focused as they are on not getting eaten themselves. Mash's focus, as usual, is keeping that shield between herself and Ritsuka on one side with the wyverns on the other, slapping them with the shield at both straightforward angles and odd thrusts to keep up with their flighty movements. "Maybe... Um. Senpai? Shouldn't we be...?" "No, no, we should still help her... Later. They just need some time to work things out first. But maybe Rena's onto something..." "Hey, assholes! What're you muttering about down there?!" Undeterred, Jeanne brings out her flag again, and she levels the tip towards the dragon as the flag starts burning with those purple flames of hers. "Tell me, Jeannette. Once you're done protecting this place from us... What comes next? Who else deserves these flames of yours?"
Touta Konoe	"I did not unveil my story to invoke pity. Nor inquire favor. I am content here and will stay here as such." The Witch challenges my resolve and thus I found it necessary to rebuke her." Jeannette seems less inclined to garner pity, nor sounds lonely from her demeanor. Thus there's little chance that she'd likely be taken upon for much offers from Sarra, but still finds herself remarking to her other point. "When one enters a facility and does not see its staff, does one simply assume that the rules no longer apply? If a princess is not within her throne room does common rule dictate that because there is no notice one may sit upon her throne? A library is such an institution that such simple manners should be followed out of courtesy. The time to have asked for such had passed when the first of your group arrived without even inquiring of such rules or staff. You who have joined after still must share in their reprimanding, as is dictated by the rules of the Akashic of old." In other words, Sarra's told that the punishment is simply group discipline. Aidan's veil attempts to clear the miasma, and while there's definitely a shift in the distribution of its veil, with little ventilation in the underground library for the mist to travel, it slowly begins to reform just as quickly as it was distorted. Though if it's a challenging of galing breathes, Jeannette lets out another roar solely focused at Aiden with gale like forces of its own.Though clearing the path does provide for more visibility to allow for Sarra's hammer to seek purchase as it slams into the dragon's forehead. Though she quickly stares at the princess, annoyance beaming into the princess before a wyvern attempts to perch her off Jeannette, it's claws attempting to tear into her form as other wyverns begin to join it in midair attempting to have a mid-flight meal. Madeleine's focus on her enemy is rewarded with clear and precise removal of lingering leeches, protecting herself from the flames of incoming wyverns as they continue to storm overhead. Torrie caught in his flames on the other hand comes off as a perfectly cooked meal for them, as he receives similar treatment to Sarra as several descend upon him. Madeleine seemingly keen on removing them as they come but in this mist it becomes desperately more difficult as more continue to come at the tantalizing smell of the minotaur. "Accident or not, the ones were broken. This is not a place for those to tread casually. Here lies text from civilizations long lost to this world and others." The Flygon's wings emit a frequency that leaves shrieks of pain through the skies of the wyverns that must suffer it. Some literally falling out of the sky as they flail. Which seems to be an effective move. Though it also causes it to be swarmed as well as claws and fangs attempt to slash into the pokemon. Rena makes mention of actually wanting the books and with it she actually receives somewhat of an answer. "To even consider retrieving any further scripts from this collection, what must be returned must first be provided." It seems with her words she doesn't consider herself much trapped if she claims herself to be working in this place. Regardless, Rena's able to return with Pochi after some time, her snipe and run tactics catching the dragon off guard as she shakes off the attack. Her scales proved rather effective to prevent an outright wound but still enough to bring apparent pain. Like Pocchi though, the wyverns have astounding scent, but unlike either of them, they have a better sense of sight in these conditions, and from within the mist within even seeing wyverns they feel the heat at their backs from incoming attack.
Touta Konoe	"Do not belittle me, Witch. I'm fully aware of your ignorance of my existence. If there is hatred in me that is solely my own, you'd be the first." Jeanne calls for the aid of her trio but to little to no avail, which is fair. It's not nice to jump into family matters unannounced. Though it's also fair that they're certainly having their hands full. Like the rest they're dealing with wyverns coming from all sides even as they regroup. Mash certainly having her work cut out for her as she manages offense and defense, while wyverns attempt to ensnare the both in fire in any way they can to avoid Mash's shield. While they do that though, Jeannette doesn't seem to have any lingering expressions on her face. "Burning you to a crisp feels like it'd bring a sense of peace I've yet to experience...Though this wrath is not just personal alone. I have sworn to a duty, and will uphold this rule as I have been tasked." Jeannette finally opens her maw and an accumulation of mana builds. Heat intensifies as Jeanne watches her own black flames are fired at her. And Angela...Well for the most part her rune viewing goes very well. She's probably getting plenty of opportunities to translate as Shajo and Sal are forced to handle the more physical task of dealing with more and more wyverns. Unfortunately Angela's antagonism is not doing them any favors. They're doing a phenomenal job frankly. They should get New Year's bonuses, but instead they get the cold stare of an amber gaze, especially after the later remarks... "Woman of the tablet, the entrance from which you entered originally, was it not originally sealed? The path you've taken is that which was formally used by a prior librarian of the Akashic. Not a path intended for those intended to request the knowledge lingering in these halls. I neither assign labels of incompetence nor cruelty. If there is one incompetent..." All a sudden there's a gaze that peers down at the only person here that's actually a native to this world... "Before you write up rules, how about you enact the most common of a library and return what you've taken? The longer you hold them within your possession the greater the penalty that must be enacted" Angela's continued analysis finds her another set of runes, though nothing that seems to be a concrete elaboration. If anything they do appear to be lighting up though as the two Agents continue to mess with them as they fight off the rest of the swarm.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine leaps to the defense of her minotaur cohort as Torrie bellows in pain, surrounded by leeches. As the huntress drives them back, the minotaur is revealed to be a sorry sight, the bleeding from multiple bite wounds sped by anticoagulants in the monsters' saliva. Madeleine cries out as she batters her enemies away from Torrie, "You! Don't! Touch! What's! MINE!!!" With each word, another of the leeches falls, fading to dark mist in showers of ice-shards.
Angela	"When its an ancient underground partially submerged ruin. /Yes/." Angela says. You know she's getting emotional because her words are starting to have a faint inflection to them. "And we weren't even being quiet, why didn't you speak up when we were here in the first place?" She doesn't have much to add about weird dragon witch duels but well, it's not like talking it out is going to work out here anyway. At this point she's just venting while her employees are begging her not to. "It wasn't casual. We had to fight monsters." Shajo says, offhanded. "Can we just return the books?" "We didn't bring the old books!" Sal shouts. "Our deal with Touta did not have a set return date for the books." Angela says. "Stop angering the dragon!" The Woman of the tablet is probably not going to give Shajo and Sal New Year's bonuses--though the pay in Lobotomy Corp is pretty good because they need to convince these people to be willing to die for the job. It's not GREAT but, well. Angela translates some more runes. "Return...Absolve... Hahn..." Angela says (and sighs), "We do not have the books with us because of course we don't, I'm still transcibing new copies but if you are willing to wait another week I will be able to return those books as well as an extra copy for each." "This is the best deal available as we do not have the capacity to teleport the books over and making trips to this ''ancient ruin'' are pretty difficult." Meanwhile, Shajo and Sal continue to fight but that's way less important than this library science drama. At least as far as Angela is concerned.
Rena	Rena, who absolutely would sit on an unoccupied throne and has raided several unoccupied buildings, decides that it's probably not the best option to respond to Jeannette in this case. "Where I'm from, the old civilization's mostly lost since the Great Destruction, and buried buildings are fair game. You think there aren't people there who'd love to be able to read 'long lost' books?" Rena admits, "I'm not much of a scholar, but I'm pretty sure SOMEONE would be interested. Even if it's just something you don't think that's real important." Rena is privately agreeing with Madeleine; this is absolutely a trap, and the dragon isn't interested in talking. So Rena doesn't keep up the conversation, but instead swings herself underneath the table in an attempt to take cover from the return fire. This works right up until the point that the heat and flame comes; the table doesn't do a great job of protecting her from that. Rena lets out a hiss, and then something else lets out a hiss: a tiny fire extinguisher as Rena ensures she's no longer on fire. She's been burned badly before, and has no interest in doing it again. She crawls out from underneath, holding a new weapon; longer-barreled, more like a carbine, but clearly not a bullet-firing weapon; it's got an electronic readout pointed toward her, and the small barrel flares near the end, with a mirrored glint that catches the light. Rena points it in the dragon's direction and fires, sweeping it left and right as if she was using a flamethrower in the vain hope of catching a wyvern in it. But it's no flamethrower - she's using a light thrower, as the laser gun shoots a multiplicity of pulsed needle-like lasers in a narrow cone as long as she holds the trigger down, darts of light to both help burn away the darkness and, of course, shoot. Meanwhile, Pochi has finally found Rena and leaps to cover her, keeping the drill readied - it's visible as a vaguely pointed shield-like haze around him, and he's decided his job is to keep wyverns (or leeches, or anything else) away from her.
Alexis	The attack was effective, and like all good effective tactics draws the ire of those struck by it. Mirage braces herself against the incoming, but she's not as bulky as some of her dragonic counterparts and getting piled on by multiple wyverns gets her scratched and bit repeatedly even as she does the same right back. But the wyverns will also find that she is not alone, and now that the creatures are close in their attack they're easier to hone in on. It might not seem like much, until one has a pair of pinchers clamp onto it. Followed by a powerful electrical shock and the buzz of wings as the Vikavolt tries to disorient one long enough to drag it off the other pokemon. Alexis meanwhile does her best to adapt. She doesn't ask much of her friends, but at times like this she is willing to take advantage of their help when she can. Especially when one of her best friends is present and has a purse of holding that can rival her own exceptional backpack packing skills. A request is made over the comm, and Sarra comes through with some handy assistance. Alexis grabs one of the potential power-ups, gaining a dark shell-like helmet. But more importantly, hammers. Hammers that, with her strong arm and aime from years of throwing pokeballs and pitching fastballs, she chucks at the head of one of the wyvern like she's a natural to get it off Mirage's back. That's important, it was pinning down her wings. Then she jumps up onto the Flygon's back. "Let's take this back into the air!" Mirage nods, and grabs up the Vikavolt in her front claws. Then a powerful beat of her wings helps push the wyrvens away with the downward surge of air to give her room to take off. But she knows they're likely going to follow. Once they're in the air, Alexis starts putting her new plan into motion. "Live up to your name, Mirage." She rumbles in response, and uses Double Team which causes several afterimages of herself and her passengers to appear. That should help disorient the monsters farther even if they can see better in the dark conditions. Followed by using Agilityto farther increase her mobility. She can focus on the defenses, and likewise as he's being held in her talons and doesn't have to fly himself Polarity can focus on offense, unleashing large Thunderbolts from between his pinchers like a rapid fire cannon. While Alexis keeps chucking those hammers at any she can pick out to aim at.
Ritsuka Fujimaru	"I mean, when you put it that way... Did anyone ever even leave a letter here?" "Now's not the time to lose focus, Master!" "No, no, now's the perfect time to think about that. Unless you're planning on sitting down to talk while everyone else ransacks this place?" Indeed, there's a lot to keep track of with this battle, especially with the miasma and growing heat making it less and less pleasant just to exist in this library, never mind actively fight against Jeannette and her own swarm. Mash really has to adapt as the wyverns come in from multiple directions while staying just out of reach of her shield, forcing her to back up to continue acting as Ritsuka's shield. Although she can keep the worst of the flames from burning herself or her Master to a crisp, she can't really do much more than employ trickier footwork to keep the flames and wyverns at bay. That leaves Ritsuka to start blasting her own painful magic shots at the wyverns, slipping around Mash's shield in-between gaps in the flames and aiming at those that are focused on their allies instead. Jeanne, meanwhile, is left to face the full brunt of the dragon's breath. Instead of even attempting to evade it, however, she stays right where she is. "If that's what would bring you peace, then hold nothing back!" Jeanne shouts as she conjures up even more of her own flames, wreathing herself in a visually contradicting aura of darkened flames. Although she can feel Jeannette's flames subsuming hers, the sheer volume of defense fire she puts out herself helps to keep them from overwhelming her entirely. That armor helps, too, along with Mash trying to be at least a little (not very) subtle about sending some of her shielding magic Jeanne's way. "Let's say you actually succeeded, then... Then what? This task of yours, to stay here among all these tomes..." Feeling her own flames surging around her, Jeanne grips the banner in both hands as she directs her own searing flames at the librarian, apparently intending to battle the dragon in her own area of expertise. No tricks, no gimmicks, just pure fire. "Obeying these rules. The oath you swore. Is this is what you see yourself doing for the rest of your days? Or do you fear retribution if you dare step foot outside here? Answer me, Jeannette!" Despite the flames pouring out of Jeanne towards her daughter, there's a distinct lack of genuine anger coming out of her. She's shouting, sure, and there's a lot of fire, but she sounds calmer than she usually does.
Aidan Proudpick	The mighty gust roars back towards Aidan. It's powerful, enough to knock the poor squirrel off his feet. But he sets his feet into the stone and throws his hands out. He saw Kale do this... He can do it in reverse, right? The swirl of wind rushes towards Aidan, and Aidan pushes his hands into it as one might grab dough. Pulling at the edges of the wind, he yanks with all of his might, and the gusts part, pushing around him instead of against him, until he can throw his arms aside with a pained huff, letting the winds blast to either side of him. "I'm sorry that you sat down here and had to feel every terrible thing that people can do to each other. But you also had so much to learn! And with all of these texts, you only learned pain?! There's so much more out there! So much you can do with all that knowledge instead of just sitting down here, waiting to kill one person! You can love! You can live!" Rather than go for the lethal attack with his gun or his shield, Aidan builds. He has only done it once before, trying to make an actual wall to keep in AINeko. He makes a singular motion, then exhales his breath. The miasma suddenly stops in midair as it hits up against a wall of air. Two more walls suddenly appear. He can't keep the miasma out of the labyrinth. But with a mighty gust of wind, two more walls of wind shimmer into place. Aidan struggles to hold his breath as he sends in the wind, creating a box around the group to remove the miasma!
Sarracenia	All her offers -and- her arguments are countered or rejected. Sarracenia frowns at this. "Well, if the castle looks like a ruin and there's no staff about, I think it's a reasonable assumption!" she replies. Just before getting swarmed by wyverns herself. Once again bites and slashes and flames find their mark, and with a cry Sarracenia's ears and tail poof. She starts plummeting in freefall, but whirls her hammer around quickly and starts twirling through the air, slowing her fall and bouncing between wyverns like a battle top. "And even if someone did such a thing in my castle, threat of grevious harm or death is not how I'd respond!" She eventually lands, a bit dizzy but still standing. The princess doesn't have much else to say at that moment, just listening to and watching her allies as they fight. She doesn't stand there too long, though. There's lots of wyverns still around! She reaches into her bag and with a grunt starts throwing bullets the size of watermelons up into the air. Then, she starts spinning again. The bullets fall each in turn, and each time one falls she hits the flat of it with her hammer. Sounds like a cannon firing fill the air with each hit, and eventually there are 5 shark-faced Bullet Bills flying through the air toward the nearest wyverns. Each one somehow tracks its target, and explodes upon impact. With all these fire wyverns around, she feels like the time to be cautious about fire has passed. Besides, Bullet Bill explosions are HE explosions and not fiery explosions. "Are we almost done here?! We don't seem to be making much of an impact in their numbers!" she calls out, mostly to Angela.
Touta Konoe	If that's what would bring you peace, then hold nothing back! The look in the dragon's eyes as Jeanne says those words does narrow. As if there is something more primal that lurks for a moment. The back and forth of the exchange of black flames not subsiding on either part and for a time one could imagine that she might truly attempt to take up her mother on the offer. It's just that Jeanne can feel as her flames are beginning to overpower Jeannette's. It alone should be enough to tell that there is some sort of cease of attrition, and if not... The combination of Alexis' pokemon provide a powerful onslaught of assault. The double team makes it difficult to try and ascertain where the true target of any follow-up attack should be. Though leaving plenty of opportunity to allow the ensemble of hammer throwing from Alexis, and the electrical discharge from Polarity. Add ontop of it the laser thrower from Rena, and Aidan's wind magic all surging at once, it's possible that the group had provided a lethal blow. It's hard to tell immediately, but even without the smoke clearing from the attacks the miasma that's been separated from the rest of the group was already beginning to dissipate. Bookshelves once again become visible. The wyverns that Sarra has been excelling at blasting away with her Bullet Bills had given her room to breathe for some time. As she asks her question within the mist, it's understandable that she seems on edge but as she waits for the next attack, with the miasma fading she can find a sigh of relief. Torrie and Madeleine had been in the same situation for some time, especially as she'd been fighting off both leeches and Wyvern's to protect Torrie. Though again, as the miasma fades...There's a calm, as the temperature in the room slowly cools. Even Pochi can breathe easy knowing that he doesn't seem to have to use that drill any longer. "My peace alone is not solely my purpose here..." The familiar voice rings out from the smoke. As it clears, what appears before the group is Jeannette, red streaming from the dragon's shoulder and from above one of her eyes. The attack from all of them was sturdy enough to have been lethal, and for some here it was certain enough a few might have hoped for such an outcome. Though what appears in front of the dragon is something that none see done yet. Magical circles of varying shapes and sizes spiral around interconnecting like cogs in a machine. Looking to act as one final barrier to mitigate the conjoined assault of the Elites. The runes upon the circles appear familiar enough to Angela solely. Though even with their protection, still apparently leaving enough wounds to that one of its arms looked rather securely singed. Looking back at the group, the one who is stared down in Jeanne. "To ask me if I see myself doing this till my final days finding peace. I have no answer for that. But I am not doing this out of coercion, nor of fear. I have been giving a debt, and I simply intend to pay it in full. It is a matter of transaction... "I'd prefer you take your leave with the rest when this resolves...Or hold up your offer till I finish my obligation..." The dragon looks back to Alexis and her creatures, deeming if they'd continue eyeing them for a moment. Then to Rena and Pochi, to Mash and Ritsuka...And then...Miasma begins to encircle the dragon once more. It's visage is completely fading for an instance as if it's getting ready to attack. Though just as quickly as it appears it fades only to unveil...Jeanne? No, the person before them has a semblance similar to the Dragon Witch, same color eyes, same color hair, though her attire appears in more a form of robes. Glasses adorn her eyes concealing the slit-pupil that she had in her true form, albeit even now her previous wounds atop her forehead and the singing of her arm are still present.
Touta Konoe	Rena receives a final look in this form. "The people I assume that go into those buried relics are raiders? It is fair game for them to attempt to enter ruins, but it is also fair game for them to run into obstructions. That too is not an unspoken rule is it not?" The librarian continues stepping through the halls, her gait making her seem vulnerable as she makes her way towards Shajo and Sal, though ultimately looking to Angela through the screen. "When you were here the first time, your presence was noted. The voice from the tablet. Speaking of the concern of the books within the water. And an assumption was made of you..." What that assumption was, isn't elaborated upon. "Your copies are of no significance. What matters is--" The woman stops for a moment, silence fills the room then all a sudden there's a distasteful snarl that escapes her lips. It's just for a moment but something does happen. "...Given the circumstances of the events that have transpired the books will be in your care for the duration of the seven days as determined. The penalty up to this point has also been addressed. If..." it's now the librarian's words that seem to have some form of inflection, "...A complaint would like to be brought upon for the handling of this matter, please submit it to the following tablet." The librarian's eyes gaze back to what appears to be one final rune. Even with the miasma gone, its presence still lingers and it shows one final phrase within the language. Resolve/Submit.
Alexis	When the fighting stops and the Librarian dragon or whatever she really is shifts forms Alexis coaxes her Pokemon back to the ground. "I... guess that resolves that." The matter of the actual deal is left in the hands of those it was proposed to, she was just here as extra monster busting force. But she's not going to complain that they didn't have to beat the dragon around the maze a few times to get to that point. Once they're back on the ground she slides off Mirage's back, and gets out some potion spray for the wounds she got from the wyvern's clawing her up at the beginning. "Good job, you two. And Nightmarch too. You didn't mean for what happened to."
Sarracenia	The wind wall and the dwindling wyverns give them some breathing room, and Sarracenia takes a few deep breaths. She didn't realize just how much the miasma was affecting her, but now that the battle high starts to wear off she has to lean on her hammer and take a knee. The dragon's form fades away, and Sarracenia looks a bit sad at the prospect that it is dying. But, instead she reveals her new form and it becomes even more clear that the dragon is Jeanne's daughter or something akin to it. Sarracenia's eyes widen and she lets out an intrigued 'oooh'. She follows after the Librarian, but takes a moment to stop by Madeleine and Torrie. "Here." she says as she hands the pair a few mushrooms with bright green caps and white spots. "These are Extra Life Mushrooms. They should help with any injuries." she says. She approaches the Librarian after that and also offers her some healing mushrooms. "I didn't mind the fight so much, really. I like a good bit of combat! But, you might want to reconsider your policy on how to handle those who don't follow the library's rule. And perhaps some signs on just what those policies are if you aren't going to have a desk clerk or clean up the water around here." The princess pauses after that, then huffs. "Are you sure you want to stay down here? I seriously could have this library moved so that you could live somewhere nicer and with more friendly people. No one should have to live alone in the dark deep in a cave."
Angela	Why didn't you tell me then?? Angela thinks while her face remains as impassive as ever. An assumption was made about her? What else is new? Shehajo and Sal ready their weapons--but not in a particuclarly aggressive way, in a defensive way. Sal takes a step back, Shajo takes a step forward, tensing. This talk sounds like Abnormality talk, at least. There were rules, they weren't explained in advance, the Repression is over and now they have to adapt the rules. Being asked for feedback is decidedly not Abnormality-like but Angela says, "Understood." to the librarian's words. She understands the importance of looking after your books, at least. Her criticism is not with the librarian's fervor, simply the matter of clarity. And so she spends three hours (around ten seconds) to mentally compose a letter and then makes her way to the tablet. Once she figures out how to use it, the librarian can expect a long and elaborate treatise on proper library management. It isn't all negative, she praises the quality of defense for example--but there's going to be a long meticulous rant about the benefits of clarity--both for the library, and the book seekers! "This has been a wonderful experience, however. Critique aside it is a pleasure to meet an actual professional librarian." Shajo and Sal give each other a 'what the fuck is going on' look and then shrug.
Ritsuka Fujimaru	Jeannette answers, and Jeanne pours on more... Nothing? She pours on nothing. She actually waits, noticing that the flames coming from the dragon aren't as potent as they were earlier. Part of her still wants to push, of course, but... The battle right now isn't what either of them are looking for. There's too much in the way, and there's too many distractions. Instead, she listens, and she lets out a vague noise when Jeannette finally answers about her decision to protect this place. Jeanne raises her burning flag, stabs it into the ground beneath her, and... It fades. Her armor fades, too, and she gets some confused glances from Ritsuka and Mash, still running on adrenaline especially when the dragon is surrounded by that miasma. Sensing a shift in the way things are going, though, Ritsuka nudges Mash and nods once, prompting her to dismiss her shield as well. "If that's really your reason for staying here... Fine. Stay as long as you want, and no longer. If someone tries to keep you bound here after you've repaid your debt, make sure they suffer for that." Still confused by the way things are turning out, Ritsuka and Mash finally start to get it more completely once the librarian forma-not!Jeanne appears. They look between her and Jeanne several times, the Master nodding slowly after a few moments while the Shielder still looks utterly baffled by something. "I've got not problem with that. Miss Angela really knows her stuff!" "I still feel kind of bad getting to this point only after a fight, but... I'm sorry for any damage and trouble we might have caused! And on behalf of..." Mash trails off as she looks over at Jeanne, who's also peering at Jeannette like she's trying to figure something out. Eventually. Jeanne gives her something resembling a satisfied nod, then gives Mash a more pointed glare of 'what the hell are you looking at'. "What?" "The physical resemblance is uncanny, but Miss Jeannette seems so much more..." "Refined? Noble? Mature?" "Oh, screw both of you." After a few more moments of irritation, Jeanne finally turns back to Jeannette with that usual wry grin of hers. "Do keep in touch. Should you still want to face me, kill me, whatever it is by the time your business is done here...? Feel free. We'll find a better place than here. And..." There's a considerably longer delay before she turns to leave. Jeannette (and whoever's looking right at Jeanne) might notice her mouthing something silently. Something two syllable'd, too, and it almost looks like Jeanne's grimacing like she's forcing herself just to mouth that much under her breath.
Rena	The room cools. Rena can tell the end of a fight even if her adrenaline is up and she's used to ending them in a more final way - but then again, this dragon isn't a bounty, she was only hired to get people in here. Well, they're in here. So when she's done firing, Rena makes some adjustments to the prism gun, and the barrel reconfigures itself slightly; the mirrors in it shift and realign. Then she pushes the trigger again, and it clicks in, not popping back out immediately. Now it's a flashlight! The cone is just regular ol' light and she uses it so that she can see what's going on. Pochi is in front of her, angled, growling, though he trails off as combat dies down. He still looks bristly, though. So does Rena. "Now why didn't you start off that way," she says, more to herself than anyone else. She glances over at Angela, who appears to be in charge, and it seems handled. Rena's happy with that. Nobody needs to get any more hurt than they already are, and it seems they've come to an accord.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine and Torrie accept the mushrooms from Sarracenia. Torrie takes a huge bite out of hers and is startled when it dissipates into healing energies. Madeleine considers her relative lack of injuries and hands her mushroom over to the minotaur. "Score!" says Torrie as she consumes the second mushroom. With a few enthusiastic muscle-poses to shake off all the blood, she's looking almost good as new. The huntress, meanwhile, simply... stares, dead ahead, eyes unfocused. As she dissociates her injuries begin to fade. By the time Madeleine returns her attention to reality, Angela is putting the finishing touches on her complaint form. She turns to the dragon and folds her arms. "So... we're good, then? Or are you still not letting us get that book we're after?"
Touta Konoe	"Thanks, your Pokemon alright?" Alexis finds that mirage receives a hand that begins to gently scritch at the bottom of its chin, there's extra attention that goes to make sure that he's not unintentionally touching any wounds. The same for Nightmarch with a bit of a fist bump. "Wouldn't sweat it, if anything I would have barely noticed the flames the way you were swinging it around. But ya know...Dragons being sensitive to heat and that? Same goes for you too. Thanks for coming the short notice." Alexis gets a nudge to the shoulder, "I know this was crazier than expected so on top of the credits feel free to hang with your pokemon back at the resort when we're done here. Same for everyone! And yeah, speaking of..." Madeleine brings up a valid point and Touta does try to garner the attention of Jeannette, though her attention is clearly somewhere else. It seemed almost clear that something might have nudged her towards those final remarks, and in the moment that 'complaints' are placed, it seems as if there would be more to it. What could it be when it involves magical runes in a library ruin??? Whatever it might entail, the librarian if only for an instant braces herself. There's no fear in her expression, but a look of one that prepares for something. Like a child bracing to take cough medicine so bravely! Though... "Nothing..." Jeannette looks to the rune, and then back to Angela.As if she's the one that was trying to process what had transpired, especially as she goes as far as claiming this to be a 'wonderful' experience. Jeannette might not know that Angela can lie, but Jeannette certainly feels something amiss...And yet, once the rune had been activated, there was no issue. Again, Touta tries to call out to the librarian,"Jeannet--" "Be still, /both/ of you." With the stern demand of a proper librarian Shajo and Sal are both told to hold in place just as their looking at each other for the most justified 'what the fuck is going on' look they could possibly offer each other. She passes Touta entirely and stands before Madeleine, Torrie, and Sarracenia are addressed together as the princess attends to the hunter. She refuses the mushrooms entirely, "The rules of the Akashic were established before the founding of the nation above. Their rules are not mine to alter, only to fol--No...To interpret and enforce as best I see fit. More than that...Rest assured I do not linger here alone. It's as the woman of the tablet said, I am acting instead of the head librarian till his return. What's more..." The woman begins to raise her hand up for the princess only to let it be returned to a claw once more, "I am not someone to which concern for loneliness should be afforded. My presence above would simply cause...Strife." There's a very devious grin that slowly slips upwards as she says that last word. As though someone just say a tiny joke enough to chuckle. "And like I've said to both you and the squirrel knight plenty now, this is what I've chosen. It need not be belittled with pity or sorrow. I have been granted an opportunity of life that most my kin would not otherwise be capable of receiving. If anything..." Sal finds that from the corner of her eye she looks to him in particular, "If there ever was a miracle in the Multiverse, I do consider this would be one of them. The melding of foreign worlds to allow for the unknown to become new, and allow for the living to adapt beyond the expected."
Touta Konoe	Even if Rena's remarks are not for her, Jeannette still looks at the girl with a gaze that seems incapable of answering her question in a begrudging sort of manner. Instead, she finds herself answering Madeleine's question first. "Your penalty was solely based upon your agreement and affiliation to aid those already--" Jeannette stops herself as she sees Madeleine's regeneration, watching it over with a gaze that studies it before speaking once again. "I will consult with Touta Konoe regarding the tomes desired. Whatever sort of agreement you have with him will need to be handled by him. That said, I would suggest the four of you take his offer to rest before leaving. Especially you two." She looks to Madeleine and Torrie in question. "It won't be unusual for you to find more minotaur or others of your...Disposition at the Isle of Immortals. And now, if you'd excuse me..." She walks past the two only to see as she steps to Aidan, "Rodent knight, I believe I have something that might aid you." A wyvern slowly descends besides the injured librarian before delicately retrieving a book from its maw, handing it to Aiden. The title reads Don Quixote. "Usually there would be a return policy, especially given that this is one of the earlier printings from the 1600s. Sadly we don't have a more modern copy available, but I believe it would serve you well to read these and learn from his example. Do you understand?" Aidan receives two separate books that compromise the legends of Don Quixote, in what appears to be one of the first edition printings.She sends him off on his way before finally being stopped by Jeanne. "/Hah/, trying to act like a concerned mother now, after learning your daughter's made more of herself than you? How brazen." It is a rare moment when one can watch as Jeanne has to suffer the indignity that comes of being harassed by someone with the same smug expression she can pull off. It's just as Mash says, 'the resemblance is uncanny,' and only becomes more so as the two continue to 'bond'? Jeanne might be peering at Jeannette, but Jeannette appears to be peering at Mash and Ritsuka. "Fight? Like I said before, that was simply a penalty." She says while still bleeding from the forehead..."Though, I must commend your abilities, Miss Master. I've only known my mother to excel at one thing, being the greatest, opportunistic arsonist whenever the chance arises. Even in a safe haven such as this I assumed the urge within her would make a Berserker seem sane. The fact you're capable of keeping her on a proper leash says more of you than what the cover reads. I'd welcome you both any time you choose to make your presence known." The entire time she speaks to the two, her gaze just peers back to Jeanne from the corner of her eye, gauging just how many jabs land. Her conversation with the two is cut short when she calls her directly again. Arms crossing over one another with a tinge of indifference. "And why should I be the one that has to keep in touch? I'm sure the Konoe boy and I can at least both agree that you should be the one keeping in contact. I wonder if you even gave that boy a proper farewell before you decided to disappear like that sis--" Jeannette stops herself entirely, for one reason or another she does before her gaze peers back to Touta who seemed to be trying to discuss with the Lobotomy Corp. team. It's also in that span where she finds herself reading not words but lips. A clicking of her teeth ensues. "Miss Master, provide me your information. I doubt my mother could even spell out a proper address for me to mail you all."
Touta Konoe	Meanwhile...Touta finds himself checking in with Shajo and Sal, the look on his face a mix of embarrassment and bafflement. "Guys, I really don't know what to say. From what I was told the library had traps for sure, but actual guards were...I'll talk to Yukihime about this later. It was one thing for her not to know about Jeannette, Yukihime usually leaves anything from the Warpgate up to me. But another librarian...If they're from here, that's someone we should have known about. Also Angela, I'll figure out something for the books. Maybe I can talk to Jeannette about--" "Angela was the name." The voice cuts through as the dragon librarian makes her presence known, stepping between the three as two wyverns descend at her side. She reaches for the maw taking up a collection of books. "Here." She forces them into Shajo's grip as he finds himself now carrying the stack. "You will make sure that these arrive to Angela without so much as a bend to their spine. Then when you return with the rest of my collection you will bring this back in the same condition I left it to you. And you...." She looks to Sal next, passing them what appears to be some sort of card in one hand, and the other several documents done in a form of papyrus. "You will make sure that this card reaches her, and that these documents are returned. And /you/..." With the pad in her palms, she looks at Angela through the screen. If one or both Agents wanted to contest her taking LCorp property they could contest her, but that might lead to more Penalties to become involved. "From now on, any further requests of the Akashic will be done through proper channels. Thus a proper library card will need to be signed to you so as to keep any books you take out on record from now on. As for the rules...The documents you sign will go into proper detail of what you will be expected to abide by, or any proxies that you choose to provide your card's permissions to. Once you have placed your signature upon the card, and signed all necessary documentation you and your proxies will from now on be permitted to certain levels of access within the Akashic without supervision, and several with." The librarian waits a moment for any confirmation from the one on the other side of the tablet before continuing, "As for the additional books...You'll be permitted at least six at a time. As you have less than the maximum permitted these are ones provided by the Akashic based on your previous choices. They will need to be returned along with the ones you hold currently...Also..." Her gaze trails away from the camera for a moment lower on the screen. "The Akashic is a place where new knowledge is welcomed. Given you've already provided your input on our procedures, consider detailing any of your input when returning your books... Is there any questions or complaints you have regarding the information you've been provided...?"