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WHO: angela (

worldexecute) & anyone
WHAT: catch-all for september! there'll be open prompts for various things in september, and any other plans
WHERE: all over
WHEN: september
WARNINGS: add as we go

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( the bookstore | amusement park delinquency | to-do list )

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( angela's had a lot of questions swirling in her head since the last time they spoke, and while... most of them... she isn't allowed to ask about thanks to her promise to don quixote, there's still some she can.

...she might be able to get answers about other things too, if she's sneaky about it. she's a smart girl. she's used to dealing with scary colors.

all to say that she texts him a map to her bookstore, asks him to come while they're closed, and mentions she needs to speak with him about the library and its apparent book leak. the door isn't locked despite the sign being turned to "closed for today", so he'll be able to go right in and find angela sitting in a very comfy looking chair, reading a book no problem. )

[A bookstore, huh.]

[Somehow, he doesn't know whether to consider this in poor taste or not. Then again, maybe you can take a librarian out of the library, but not the library out of the librarian? Whatever. Regardless, he's not her master, she's a grown woman, and there's no horrors of man running around to get huffy about.]

[He heads over there after some time after the text, pushing the door open to greet the owner. A lady and her books. Nothing like it.]

[He stares for a brief moment, before uttering a curt:]

You're looking comfortable.

( being here almost reminds her of being in her library. she feels at ease among the bookshelves, even if they're mostly empty right now--there's a decent amount of material she's already written and placed up to peruse, but it's still nothing compared to what her collection used to be. maybe in time it will be, and this time without having to hurt anyone... her gaze lifts from her book, and she slowly closes it, laying it in her lap. )

Is it strange to say that being here feels like home? ( relaxing, really. a place she has some control over... ) Thank you for coming, Vergilius. You can pull a chair up if you like. I don't think this'll be a short conversation.

( conversations with her rarely are. )

It's not that strange, I suppose.

[SOUNDS LIKE A LIBRARIAN THING]

[At the offer, he heaves a little huff of a sigh, clearly not the type to want to linger, but....fine. Fine. He moves to pull up a chair, sitting without much aplomb. There you go. He's here.]

Say what you need to say, then.

( FOR SURE A LIBRARIAN THING. She's pleased that he sits though, thank you. )

We've come up with four possibilities regarding people being released from the Library, though I'm still bothered by... ( ... ) Regardless. One is that I am dead—given the Head itself, as I'm told, paid us a visit, it's nothing that would surprise me. Two is that I, for some reason, decided to let them go. Third is that my being here affects the Library somehow, though given we don't have any librarians later than Gebura or I in memory, that one's difficult to discern.

( ... )

And the fourth is that being ousted to the Outskirts affected the Library's ability to hold onto its books. ( She's less certain on this one than she is, say, the first or second theory—even then, with her memories, the first is... ) I also heard the creature the Purple Tear had with her was Tomerry, a victim of the WARP Trains we had subdued before.

( Angela pauses. )

Did you kill them?

( please tell her you put those two out of their misery. )

[He listens. One after the other, and he says nothing, at first. He simply lets each and every possibility sink into his own head, poring over them with careful consideration. Sure, the Library was never hardly a major concern for him - his gripes were more with what came as consequence - but he tries to see it from her perspective.]

[A librarian sure has a lot of power, huh.]

[The last mention of "Tomerry" makes his expression sour, though. A pause. He thinks back, briefly.]

...I don't think I did. I...amputated an arm. After that, Iori stepped in.

[And that...didn't go well. Not at all.]

( Just one librarian does, fortunately. )

...I see. ( That's too bad. Tomerry deserves death—not because she holds any ill-will towards them, but because their state of being is so... It would be humane, maybe, to free them. Is that wrong for her to think, though? Does she deserve t... ) Thank you. We were wondering about their state.

( ...no one's going to be happy to hear that, though, probably. )

Anyway—that's what we came up with. If we absolutely had to narrow down the possibilities, I suppose... the second one is the most likely.

( As unlikely as it feels to her. Why would she ever give up everything she worked for? When her revenge was so close? Though the immediate aftermath, the crossing of a line she hadn't realized she'd drawn in the first place after growing close with Roland and friendlier with the other librarians, equally makes her wonder if it had been worth it. )

The Library would likely collapse without me, so I can't be dead—it exists, after all, in your future. Me being here would probably cause some disruption, but it isn't as if I've been here all that long—it can't be that. I suppose that... that being exiled could weaken my hold on it, assuming the Head had done a good enough job beating me senseless. ( ... ) I suppose that's it.

...

[He doesn't want to wonder about their state. He wishes they died. He wishes he succeeded. He wishes he got there in time.]

Decided to let them go. Thanks for releasing the worst upon us, future Angela. [He says, with some bluntness, though it feels more like he's acting this way for the sake of it than honestly trying to be mean.] And...maybe. Honestly, anyone who has enough power to grab Colors into one place without any speck of resistance is already on Head level. Has to be.

( She must've had a good reason... right? ... ...... ......... What happened? )

Well... We'll see. It could be... ( ... ) Vergilius, are you aware of how WARP Trains function?

...

[Well, now. To say or not to say. Even here, he's not going to reveal his hand of cards. There's too much at stake. Nobody needs to know exactly how Limbus Company functions. But then again, he's curious for the question.]

Vaguely, yes.

( Vaguely. Is that good enough? Angela stares at him, then rests her cheek in her hand. )

Perhaps we're all copies. What do you think of that?

...

[He does ponder it for a moment.]

It's not outside the realm of possibility. You know Corporations and their bullshit.

[He's not in Limbus Company at the moment, he can be a bit more vulgar. Gives himself his own permit.]

Does it change the fact that this is still all rather messed up?

Not at all, but it does help to explain some things.

( Like that whole death thing Don Quixote was on about at the meeting. )

I haven't proposed it to too many people, since I think most of them might take it poorly, but I figured someone like you wouldn't. ( City-bullshit and all. ) It's less likely to be believed without proof as well... I wouldn't know where to begin to figure that out, either.

Of course they'd take it poorly. But you and I, we've probably seen worse. Clones would be a godsend of an answer at this point.

[He heaves a sigh.]

...Our hosts don't want to budge in even revealing any of their hand. Any answers would be hard-pressed to be found at this point.

( Oh, certainly they have. She can't doubt in Vergilius' short time of life (compared to the loops she went through) he's seen plenty that would classify as a million times worse, minimum.

She hums her agreement, briefly looking out the window. )

Perhaps what they'd like us for us to make lives here. To forget our circumstances in our previous worlds, and to become accustomed to and enjoy this city instead. But if that were the case... ( Angela returns her gaze to him, frowning slightly. ) Wouldn't it have been better for them to either erase our memories or to replace them entirely? We'd have no lingering regrets nor duties to attend to in that case—or more accurately, we wouldn't know if we did or not. We'd be able to enjoy what... activities, let's call them, that our hosts are slowly rolling out for us.

No. This doesn't seem like someone wanting to populate an area, like we're rats.

[Vergilius closes his eyes, his eyebrows knitted together in obvious displeasure.]

I have the feeling...its someone who wants to make us suffer. For amusement. For data, Who knows.

( ...mmmm. )

Some of the occurrences here do feel that way, and others don't. For example, there's nothing suffering about a day or two at the fair. ( . . . ) Presumably.

The fair was plenty of suffering for me.

[DRYLY]

( she starts to laugh, then quickly covers her mouth and coughs. ahem. ahem ahem, )

Then you and I had two very different fair experiences. I quite enjoyed my time with everyone I went with... Even meeting Midnight by chance hadn't been that bad.

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