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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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[obfuskate]

"I would rather," he told her, but perhaps not for the expected reason he would do so. "If we both work, it will be done faster. It will spare you the librarian's contempt."

Granted, he wasn't very sure how Vianca was. She seemed distant, mellow, and somber, but that could easily turn into something more vicious. He knew this well, being that he was quite similar, from what little he'd gathered of her. Beneath that collected exterior could be a ferocious catastrophe waiting to happen, and needless to say, he never cared to incur her wrath to see if that was true. Shadow had better things to do with his time.

Figuring out what to do about Ziio felt like one of those better things.

"If you cannot make it home, what do you intend to do?" He knew all too well that the chance of her leaving was slim, after all. He wanted to see if she'd be prepared for the worst.

[nottheproblem]

"I will do what I must."

It was a rather simple and straight forward reply. She seemed unmoved by the sentiment, about as unmoved as she appeared to be regarding most things. But by nature she was a mostly calm and rational nature. Nothing could be accomplished by being too brash unless the moment called for it. And perhaps to some degree, Ziio was too collected about situations most people would handle poorly.

What was really going through her mind?

"There would be little point in losing my head otherwise," she continued. And she didn't say it, but she knew she wouldn't surrender easily. Surrender wasn't necessarily in her vocabulary and if she had to go down, she was going to do so fighting.

[obfuskate]

"Good," Shadow admitted, replacing just a few more books from the pile before considering his half of the job duly completed. He dropped down to his feet once more, having hovered all the way to one of the top shelves prior. "That adaptive behavior will get you far. Many... are not like that. Those are the ones who have trouble here."

He eyed her, looking thoroughly impressed. He liked this woman, no lie. She was a far stronger force than many of the stray newcomers he'd come across as of late. It was a breath of fresh air to have someone controlled and headstrong in the midst as opposed to a flipped mind howling, "Where am I?!" Granted, she did create an insane mess trying to get back home, but it wasn't the craziest he'd seen. Given what had happened, her logic also made sense.

This woman knew how to take what she had and work with it.

"If you have questions, I will be able to answer them. This world is... likely very different from your own." That was probably being lenient, frankly. Oh well.

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[nottheproblem]

"So it would seem."

Another very succinct thing to say. But considering what she'd been faced with only a few minutes after her arrival - Shadow - there was no way to dispute anything he was about to say. If he was giving her a forewarning, then there was likely a good reason for it. He wasn't simply saying it to say it. He said it with a reason in mind.

In this case, it seemed to be in assisting her. Not that she would have said she needed any assistance. Even if she did, most of the time, she wanted to avoid having to admit to it.

"I'll keep that in consideration, Shadow. If I need anything, I'll make mention of it." But she preferred to make her own way, and she got the distinct impression that not only would Shadow understand it, but he'd also respect it.

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[obfuskate]

"Of course."

He knew that feeling. He never reached out, not unless he was in very dire straits, and that in itself was a rarity. Seeking the aid of others was a last resort method, and he doubted he was the only one to employ it at such a low rate.

He had no more to do, however. All Shadow wanted now was sweet, sweet bliss. Sleep. He wanted to sleep.

"Now, if you will excuse me," he told her politely (!), edging himself towards the nearest chair and curling up right in its center. "I need to return to my nap."

[nottheproblem]

She watched him move, even in between replacing the last of the books. Then she gave him a very slow nod, still trying to formulate an idea of what her first plan of action should have been. He'd given her a lot to think about, but it seemed she had a lot of time to consider it.

Could things have been worse? Probably.

"I understand," Ziio replied to him with a nod.

She didn't, really. Not fully. But who was she to really stop him? As long as he didn't get in her way, she didn't particularly care. And she highly doubted he was going to be doing anything to impede her progress.