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[bloominghistorian]

[She keeps it short, mostly because there's really only one important question she has for the moment.]

Where is the library?

And if there is not a library, who has books and would like to share and perhaps trade them?

[She'll ask more if and when anyone answers, and depending on how they answer. If there is anything she's learned in her life, it's that knowledge can be deemed dangerous by people, and there was no way of knowing which those people were.]

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[stonefaith]

I have some old notes that one of my previous roommates took on this place, the United Earth, and the general situation here. It's fairly comprehensive, though outdated by a few months.

I'd be willing to simply give them to you. But for curiosity's sake, what are you offering to trade?

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[bloominghistorian]

All I have are the books I've bought, when it comes to items.

[stonefaith]

May I borrow one or two, then? I'd hate to simply take them away from you. They may be the only things you'll see from home for a long while to come.

[bloominghistorian]

You can borrow them. Knowledge should be shared.

[stonefaith]

Much appreciated. Are you available to meet now? And if so, have you found the library yet?

[bloominghistorian]

I have not found the library yet.

I wouldn't object to a meeting, though.

[stonefaith]

Where are you right now? It may be easier for me to come and find you. If you are free, that is.

[bloominghistorian]

I don't have anything specific to do but study. But I'd prefer a neutral meeting place.

Perhaps the front of the apartments?

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[stonefaith]

All right. I will be down in just a few moments.

[ He has to spend a bit searching his apartment for the notes he'd copied from Will, though. Gods, that'd been... how long ago? Six, seven? It felt longer, because of that stint in Brazil and Norway.

Bariyan manages to locate the papers eventually, shoved into a drawer at the bottom of his desk. He takes them in hand and rushes downstairs, to wait for Robin. ]

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[bloominghistorian]

[A hand curls out from behind the corner of the apartment building, beckoning.]

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan almost doesn't even see it, at first -- but then he tilts his head and sights movement in his peripheral vision. He turns over to face it fully before looking around again. Seeing no one else, he assumes the gesture is meant for him.

He frowns, and ventures closer. Hesitating slightly before turning the corner. ]

[bloominghistorian]

[The hand disappeared with a little pop, leaving behind nothing but a few pink petals that fluttered in the air. A moment later, there was the sound of a step behind him.]

My apologies. You were... very helpful.

[It had made her suspicious. She smiled softly and held out a hand that matched the one from earlier, only this one was actually connected to the woman in question.]

Robin.

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan's very alarmed when he first notices that the hand's not attached to a person, and even further alarmed when it disappears. So he can't help but look a little wary when Robin herself finally approaches.

He gives her hand a good, long stare before he accepts her handshake. ]

Bariyan. Er... may I ask... [ he glances back over his shoulder to the corner. ] Your hands...?

[bloominghistorian]

[She watched him for a moment before crossing her arms in front of her. With a soft sound, two, four, six forearms had popped out from her elbows before sweeping elegantly back into her arms.]

A skill of mine.

[She wasn't the trusting sort; it wasn't anything personal.]

[stonefaith]

I see.

[ bariyan raises an eyebrow. he's less alarmed now that he'd sort of known what to expect, but he's still slightly put-off by the display. so many hands, so many limbs, it's just... unnatural.

granted, he's not one to talk about unnatural.

he coughs, and returns his attention to the stack of paper that he's brought with him. ]

These are the notes I was speaking of. Someone named Willard went through the library here and compiled them, earlier. About six months earlier. He's gone now. [ bariyan offers the notes to robin. they're loose, but neatly stacked. ] Here.

[bloominghistorian]

[She reaches out with singular gentleness and takes the papers with a nod of appreciation.]

I'm sorry for your loss.

[but she has some curiosity]

Was Willard a historian?

[stonefaith]

[ a crooked smile as he gives the papers up. ] He was not here long enough for me to grow terribly attached. I only hope they sent him home, and not somewhere worse.

I'm not certain what his occupation was. Though he seemed very dedicated to research. [ a shrug. ] Could be a historian, I suppose, but I do not believe he was from this world.

[bloominghistorian]

Nor am I. And research is important.

[She didn't shuffle through the papers, choosing instead to neaten them as best she could before tucking them under an arm.]

Send him... where? Where could they have sent him?

[stonefaith]

Not certain. People disappear from here every now and then. No one's been able to figure out where they go. [ shrug. ] I haven't had the time or resources to investigate more fully, though.

[bloominghistorian]

[Her head tilted curiously.]

What do you spend your time and resources on?

[stonefaith]

[ Self-loathing, he thought. And a lot of drinking. ]

Research. Whatever missions and mishaps that the Initiative throws our way. Trying to keep people safe.

To be fair, I haven't had much success in any of those things.

[bloominghistorian]

I'm freshly arrived. Could you tell me more about the missions? And--

[she reached into her bag then, pulling out a book with a bright color and a sailing ship. It had some information on the history of some place by the name of Fishman Island, specifically]

A book for you. To borrow, as agreed.

[stonefaith]

Thank you. [ Bariyan takes the book first, examining the cover, flipping through the first couple pages with interest before he tucks it away under an arm.

Then he sighs, as he recalls the missions. ]

Two so far. One going back in time to defend a village from an invading army.... that later caused problems in this present, leading to the second mission. They tried to send all of us back to another point in time to fix things, but their technology malfunctioned. Some of us wound up trapped in the wrong place and time instead.

[bloominghistorian]

[A head tilt of curiousity]

Where did you end up, if you don't mind me asking?

[stonefaith]

[ He shrugs, scuffs at the ground with a boot. ] Two places. First was Brazil, couple thousand years ago. Then the equipment malfunctioned again, and they sent us to Norway... during approximately the same time period.