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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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For many moments, Ziio said and did nothing. But there was suspicion in the way she eyed him. To be fair, she wasn't one hundred percent comfortable with turning her back to him. So as she did so, one hand reached for one of the spines before her and the other rested on the handle of her knife.

"This one," she indicated as she prodded the one she'd chosen with her forefinger. "Or another."

Come on. Make her day, Desmond. Make her day.

Well, her body language was sounding the alarms and Desmond wasn't entirely unfamiliar with it, so as a result, his pace slowed to a crawl. He gestured a confirmation to the very book she had in her hold, unsure of its contents but knowing anything would do. His purpose wasn't to read but to get a better look at her, after all. However Desmond already had a gut feeling he very well knew this woman's identity.

This world - his new life, he guessed - was dealing one strike after another and Desmond found himself feeling a little masochistic. Would he meet... all of them here? ~~WE COULD ONLY HOPE.~~

Once he confirmed, she easily plucked the book from the shelf and upon finding that she wasn't cornered on this, that, or the other thing, Ziio made no effort to gut him. Instead, she offered over the book, half expecting some form of ulterior motive.

There was something about him...

"Here," she announced, sounding neither thrilled, nor too completely put out by his request.

"Thanks," he said, voice low but eyes high, holding onto her face to take it all in.

Yeah... He might've been playing the denial card but the woman before him was without a doubt Kaniehtí:io... Ziio.. Did Connor know she was here? Was he going to just keep running into all these people where he knew them but they didn't know him?

And... was he going to just take his time staring at her, or...?

He had his book. Really. She'd even retrieved it for him. All right. Not his book, but the book he'd been looking for.

But still he remained - like a few other things that made her... slightly irritable. If she didn't say anything, however, he would just stay there, she guessed. He certainly didn't seem in a hurry to leave.

"What do you want."

She never was very good at beating around the bush.

"Huh!" Her voice had whipped him right out of his daze. Desmond had been trapped in his mind, the knowledge he had of the people he had met feeling omniscient in spirit. Or perhaps just invasive, even if it was captivating. Though in Ziio's case, he supposed that wasn't entirely true. He only knew her as long as Haytham had, then Connor, so much of her remained a mystery.

That was somewhat comforting, really.

"This book!" He lied, glancing once at the cover as he held it up. "Thank - "

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Desmond didn't even finish reading it. He chucked that shit over his shoulder. NOPE.

"Never mind. Wrong one."

Did he seriously just throw that book? Seriously? What the hell was wrong with this guy?

Suspicious behaviour. Suspicious looking. From head to toe, Desmond Miles had managed to get one hundred percent of Ziio's wary personality in a matter of minutes. Simply by acting like... himself.

She cocked an eyebrow at him and stewing over her list of potential ways to respond, she tried to take everything into account. "I am not a fool," she began as she decided to call him out. "Who are you and what is it that you want with me?"

Folding her arms over her chest, she took that moment to stare him down, more than willing to keep that up until he explained just what his angle was.

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push the bookcase on him and leave, Ziio

sjfoeut I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING.

Here we go. Ruining characters 101

The bookshelf, at this point, is probably not the worst idea.