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[nottheproblem]

Who: Ziio, Open
When: 06/13 - Evening
Where: The Academy Library - Or in that area of.
What: By way of a fated book, Ziio arrives in Smash Academy. The lesson that we should all stop reading.
Warning: N/A



What is this.

The pointed question and the most direct one. Also the one that didn't provide an immediate answer. Naturally, the obvious answer was a sanctuary of books - a library. Not that it explained the situation any better. To go from a village in one moment to a library in another. Some would have held a vision responsible, but the imagery too vivid.

And the moment Ziio ran a forefinger over the spine of a book, it was too obviously real. So this was reality. Some sort of reality. An unexplained kind.

The lack of clarification was irritating at best. But if opening a book had been what brought her there, then it seemed logical that opening another - the right one - would take her back to Kanatahséton. Which eventually led to an ever growing pile of books that Ziio had opened and found disappointment in.

In other words, someone was going to have a lot to clean up later.

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[nottheproblem]

"I may yet see you around."

The implication they'd cross paths again wasn't entirely an unpleasant one. He'd seemed interesting, though Ziio's priorities didn't involve that kind of observation. And he had been useful. Helpful. In helping her get one step closer to where she'd wanted to be. Better to value someone for his use than to cast him aside.

"I won't have difficulty finding those things for myself." An outstanding independent streak. Did she look so incapable? Ziio was almost insulted. Almost. Again, she knew he was trying to help, so she didn't sound nearly as annoyed as she could have.

Her eyes dropped onto his books with some thought, considering checking them before he left, but that seemed unnecessary. "Until we meet again." Because she had a feeling she'd be seeing him once more at least.

[jonny_talbain]

It wasn't a matter of incapability. It was a matter of the world having moved on. He could claim those things for himself too, and he often did. But the world was what it was and having a place within it made things easier - people were easier to deal with if you could show them you'd been assigned a label, like Student or Professor.

"I'm sure you won't." he said, turning around and starting to walk toward the Librarian's counter.

"Until then."