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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Jun 27, 2011 23:15:39 GMT -5
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It had been a few weeks now since Vespera had settled in to Death City and Shibusen, and the hunt still continued for a job under the menacing glow of the afternoon sun. So far the girls she shares her dorm with haven't said much about how loudly she listens to her music, but it was only a matter of time. She listened to music loud enough for it to carry away from her, even when she was using headphones. She had decided to sit down at a bench to rest, her MP3 player and a book in tow, looking to kill some time until traffic dies down. She closed her eyes for just a moment to let the notes flow into her soul without interruption, shutting out everything but her sense of hearing. However, that wasn't happening mainly due to the fact that you can't stop feeling things, but also because just as she closed her eyes she noticed something.
She peeked back out from one eye, noticing that despite all the people out, a store sat across the street, looking awfully lonely with no people going in out of it. There didn't seem to be much in the way of a help wanted sign... and with the apparent lack of customers they might need anyone, but it was a book store. Vespera didn't consider herself a bookworm per say, but she did read a lot out of the sheer fact that she barely did anything outside of school. She only had a couple of friends and they were typically tied up after class with other stuff, and her partner had been awfully busy lately so they haven't been on a mission or even out to training, so reading was the number one way to pass the time.
She took out her ear buds and powered down her MP3 player, sliding it back into her dress' pocket before standing up and closing her book. She checked the road before crossing it, as any sane person would, and when it was all clear she did a quick dash for the other side. She looked at the door and slowly opened it.
"How did I not notice this place before...?"
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Post by emrys on Feb 28, 2012 7:49:24 GMT -5
Libro Ad Aether The Hi Niti Totus The place looked as if it'd been sitting there on that street for unmentionable decades, if not longer still.. old stones and old roofing, looking so utterly out of place and almost downright archaic in contrast to the neighboring buildings on each side of it. Its windows looked like dust had permeted every fibre of it, leaving only the dullest outlining shapes of books stacked up against the glass in ragged, incoherent piles that didn't seem organized at all.. In crooked and mismatchingly-sized letters, the sign above the store spelled out its name.. or at least that seemed to be its name, as there weren't any other kinds of signs that signified a naming for the store: Libro Ad Aether, The Hi Niti Totus Upon opening, the door would let out a light chiming as overhead bells were struck, alerting anyone inside that there was a visiting client within the premises. However.. ..setting foot inside would greet the young Weapon with the sight of a disorganized, untidy mess of a place. Near the door was a weathered and worn, wooden counter with an ancient and outdated-looking till, its once gilded buttons now faded and dull compared to what vibrance they must have once had so many years ago. Books stacked in incoherent piles without any kind of order to them - many of which looked like they were on the verge of toppling over right there on the spot at the slightest of nudges. Boxes marked with 'New Shipment' labels, dating as far back as several months ago lay crammed against some of the shelves in a haphazard manner, with the box trolley still underneath them, as if they hadn't even been taken off and just left there! Dust covered almost every inch of the place, as if the store hadn't seen a visitor pick up its wares for inspection for the longest of times, a possibility made even more notable by the presence of a few cobwebs in the ceiling corner.. The place was almost like a crypt, really. The heavy dust hanging in the air, what little light shone in catching it in its meager rays that seemed to be akin to those desperate beams of light in movies revolving around tombs and dungeons, dust motes dancing in them whilst being swayed by the gentle brush of air caused by the opening and closing door. The lighting was poor, as expected given the state of the windows, giving the whole place a strange kind of relaxed and heavy atmosphere - as if the whole place was generally detached from the outside world and its bright and lively state of being. This place was off on its own, unnoticed, untouched and without any care for its appearances, or at least that seemed to be the vibe it was giving off. To its credit, though, the place seemed to be rich with its wares. Countless shelves lining the walls and floor to form tight corridors loaded with books of every colour and fabric of covers. From leather to cloth, hardback to paper, faded titles and still-fresh letterings. Some looked fairly new, while others seemed almost ancient, as if they belonged in Shibusen's own library under the historical sections. Really, given the untidy layout of the place, and the number of books stacked and piled all over the place, filling every shelf until the point of being wedged into any nook and cranny available, it felt almost like a labyrinth of literature in and of itself.. small piles to large piles forming little stalagmites of printed paper beside the long, multi-coloured corridors of book covers. Oddly enough, though.. there was no sign of life. The store clearly had an 'OPEN' sign on the front door, though there had been nobody manning the till.. and there wasn't even any sound of any sort coming from anywhere near, save for the sound of the hustle and bustle outside of the store.. as if this truly was some manner of abandoned tomb for books.
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Feb 28, 2012 22:43:39 GMT -5
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Vespera was both excited and just a little bit frightened by the environment she had just entered. One the one hand, she saw so many books that she might want to check out and the lack of organization shows a clear lack of help around the place. On the other hand, she was getting a little jumpy at the fact that no one was here. She could have sworn there was an open sign... Then she thought "What if the person running the place is, like, buried under a pile of books. Oh god, I might laugh myself out of a potential job if that were to pan out." as a grin crept across her face. She started searching high and low for any sort of employee or owner and hoping that she hadn't just wandered into some ghost store.
Now she was regretting that train of thought. What if this place is a trap for people who read?! Maybe there are ghosts that will scare them away from their precious collection, possibly forever making them fear the books they loved so much. Even worse, what if this place is run by some psychotic person who traps and kills people who might rival their knowledge?! Oh god. Vespera had officially scared herself silly. The atmosphere of the place didn't help. The place looked out-right abandoned. Still, she was determined by this point. She was going to find the manager or owner or die trying! ... Hopefully not the latter.
"'Ello! Anyone here?" she shouted as she wandered the aisles.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Mar 5, 2012 21:06:57 GMT -5
A bemoaning groan escaped his lips with each step on the cobblestones. Sai's face adopted a gaunt expression as he walked. His feet simply dragged themselves on each step... Yesterday hasn't been kind to him. Stressful event after stressful event, Sai repeatedly had issues with his identity. It took several hours to verify the information seeing that his parents were at work during this time period. As well as getting lost in the academy grounds a number of annoying times under the sweltering heat, credit to mischievous students of the school. The teen simply just dumped himself onto his bed to just end the stressful day... To only wake up to another stressful factor. Money. It didn't seem bad with receiving two hundred dollars for the week... But seeing that Sai only brought simple toiletries and clothes... With the mundane need to consume and paying for the auto transport of the Honda Civic... A job is mandatory. This brings us to the said person trudging through the streets still not accustomed to the burning temperature. "One... After another..." he groaned mentally with his vision teeter-tottering with each step. The teen looked around the city to see if he could be hired. The Ice Cream store was his primary choice... Unlimited ice cream and a cool environment to survive on. ... REJECTEDThe liquor store for cold drinks, the cooler environment, and food. REJECTEDThe cafe for its cool environment as usual with---- REJECTED... __________________________ Sai opened a glass door leading him back to the greeting of the sweltering heat to his chagrin. He sighed exasperatedly at his constant rejections of each place he personally offered his services... Reasons? They don't seem to be in dire need for workers at the moment. The teen palmed his face for a couple of pregnant moments before rubbing his temples and then sighing out of exasperation. His eyes locked onto a book store. This would be his last place to hit before calling it a day... From the exterior, the store could be easily be unnoticeable for some time. Which may seem to explain the aged conditions of the bricks and roof. Sai cocked his head to the side to perceive the interior through the window to only look upon countless silhouettes of text/books in differentiating array. With a raised eyebrow, the teen tilted back to normal to finally read the sign. Libro Ad Aether, The Hi Niti Totus Another language? This certainly doesn't look like the English language, but it still uses its letters... Without further ado or hesitation, he entered the store, heralded by a bell ring attached at the corner of the door. ...Damn.The place was for sure in disarray foretold by the silhouettes... But still, to see it with his own eyes is a different story and effect. Books everywhere. Not a tiny bit of neatness exists in this enclosed area. Sai felt as if the slightest shake on one of the text could lead to a disaster including piles of books smothering him... The teen stepped further inside of the area just in time to hear someone calling for anyone to respond... "Hello?" he called back in the midst of the graveyard of text.
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Mar 6, 2012 0:35:32 GMT -5
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"Hello?"
The response had come almost immediately after she called out, accompanied by the ringing of the bell from the door opening. She knew right then that it was someone who had just entered, and that unfortunately meant that it was likely not the owner, manager, or anyone else that would be running the store. Why would they have been outside? Out of sight outside for that matter. No, it was very unlikely. Still, at least she felt less like this place was dangerous now, so she decided to head back to the front of the store.
She saw a young Asian man who appeared to be around her age standing near the door. He seemed just as intrigued by this place as she was, and she was hoping that didn't mean he was also out looking for a job. She put her hands, complete with the book she brought in with her, behind her back and grinned as she approached the boy.
"'Ello, you wouldn't happen to know anything about this place, would you? I can't seem to find anyone running the place..." she said, looking off to the vacant counter.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Mar 6, 2012 0:56:14 GMT -5
The Japanese teen noticed someone coming towards him through the sea of text. A girl as noted from the tone of voice from earlier. She was a good deal shorter than him. The blue hair she possessed assisted in detecting her despite the slender and shorter figure. She seemed to be around his age up close.
A greeting and then a question about the place. It looks like she's also new here too... Perhaps a customer? Oh please let it not be a prospective employee here...
Sai shrugged with a lopsided grin answering her while concealing his worry, "Sorry. I'm as new as you are... I guess... We wait here for the clerk who's supposedly is to be stationed over there?"
The teen jabbed a nonchalant thumb towards the empty counter.
"So... What brings you here? Buying a book?" he eyed the text the girl possessed within her hands which the boy seemed to relax a bit at seeing.
Before the bluenette could answer, Sai broke in with a tone of sudden recollection, "Ah! I forget my manners... I'm Ishida Sai. And you are...?"
He raised a callused and dry hand towards her for a polite shake... Until the visage seemed to skew in a bit... Sai froze holding an expression which included squinted eyes and an open mouth... Which could mean one thing.
ATCHOO!
Taking note of the immense dust in the area, this situation should've been foreseen. Thankfully, the boy turned to the side, leaving the girl unharmed by the scatter shot of saliva.
With a small sniff and rubbing the nose to calm it down...
"Sorry..." he apologized nasally, "It's... a bit dusty here..."
Sai was about to extend his hand again to shake... But remembered and then switched with a cleaner hand...
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Mar 6, 2012 10:24:10 GMT -5
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Vespera was just a little disappointed that this guy didn't know anything about the place either. If it weren't for the fact that there were unopened shipments laying around she'd swear they just ran into an abandoned store. Or... well, a more detailed look at the boxes seem to suggest they've been here a few weeks at least. That was troubling.
"So... What brings you here? Buying a book?"
Vespera's head darted back to look at the boy again, unaware that he was still looking at her. Then she realized something. Before she could respond, however, another question came out.
"Ah! I forget my manners... I'm Ishida Sai. And you are...?"
"Oh! I'm Vespera Velázquez, pleased to meet you! If that name is a mouthful people usually call me Vivi. You know, first and last name starting with a V and all. As for why I'm here... Well, maybe buying a book, but this book is mine." she said, bringing it back around in front of her, revealing her reddish-brown covered paperback book, with "Greek Tragedies" lettered in white text across the top of the front cover and down the spine. "And I didn't even think about the fact I brought it in to a book store with no way to prove it's mine... not without someone seeing it as I brought it in!" she shouted the last part of that, in another attempt to catch some employee's attention.
The boy looked like he wanted to shake hands, and she was extending her hand to repay the courtesy. Then the sneeze came. Vespera jumped back, startled.
"Sorry... It's... a bit dusty here..."
She hesitated for just a second while he switched hands to shake again. She acknowledged it with haste, giving a quick but slightly firm handshake.
"Not at all. And isn't it? I'm really hoping I can get a job here. I'll settle for just keeping the place tidy, it needs it badly." she said, putting her hands up on her hips and looking around again. "I guess the hunt continues for someone working here. It was nice to meet you, Ishida." she said with a nod of her head, walking back into the maze of books.
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Post by emrys on Mar 6, 2012 11:07:56 GMT -5
As the girl would step further into the book store, she'd find that the sheer magnitude of the disarray within the store went above and beyond the presentation that the front of the store had granted, as deeper in it would only seem to become more tightly packed, more disorganized, and more dusty altogether. This place must've been here for years, if not decades to have amassed the amount of dust that seemed only outmatched by the amount of books the place had.. If one could get past the mess of the place and the dust, this store would very much be a book-lover's paradise, in all honesty. In fact.. were one to stop and take it in, they'd find that so many of the books so haphazardly squashed and crammed into every open space, filling up every corner and spot available whilst still leaving at least SOME room for movement, if each placed in a bookshelf of their own, the place would be capable of easily matching the school library of Shibusen, and its massive wealth of literature. Really, there was very little in this place that wasn't filled with books, them taking up even the steps and the gaps in between. It was almost as if whoever owned the place had decided that rather than keeping all of their wares in some storage area, they'd just cram every last volume and tome in their possession wherever they could find a place to make it fit. Further and further along, deeper and deeper in, the size of the piles only seemed to grow larger and larger, every nook and cranny slotted with pamphlets and rolled up books without covers where a full book would not be able to fit. It was really quite the exquisite, if perhaps worrisome, sight to say the very least. Very unlike any store that one might have visited, especially in today's day and age of creature comforts and organization. Crash!"Oh, my giddy aunt!"At that particular moment, the two students would find the sound of something crashing down at the farthest and backmost part of the store rolling loudly through the aisles of books, accompanied by a fairly perplexed-sounding man's voice before it seemingly got cut off by a further amount of crashing. Following it there was an almost rumbling sort of sensation that rattled through the floor. A kind of drumming sound, like numerous feet stomping the ground in a sequential order.. just before the sight of several books falling from their precarious perches atop shelves and piles of other books could be seen, dropping off in heavy thumps as if a wave had toppled them over, spreading outward from the initial crash.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Mar 6, 2012 17:33:20 GMT -5
Vespera Velázquez. Quite the unique name she got there. It doesn't seem to sound like the normal English names Sai knew from his own knowledge. Perhaps... A foreigner like him as well...? Now that he thought about it, lots of foreigners lived in the United States to begin with. So it shouldn't be much to be surprised about anyway. ...She's here for a job too? Dammit. Just his luck. Sai watched her back minimize in each step farther inside the hallway of books. The teen not knowing much to do as he looked around the dusty area... Until he heard a male voice scream out in surprise accompanied by a number of crashing onomatopoeia... Right at where it sounded like at the very back of the store. "Sounds like that hurts." the teen noted silently to himself while wincing at the sound. ...Until some sort of rumbling seemed to be reverberating throughout the store. Which sounded like a natural disaster in itself... Realization quickly spread on Sai's face as he heard it. "Oh...Shit!" He spun his face to look upon what would verify his worse fears. A tsunami of text. Literally. Books flew in the air like the gurgling foam of a normal tsunami. The huge wave overshadowed the teen... Which meant one thing. "FUUUUUUUUUUUU-------!"Sai tried to jump out of the store through the door... Only to be buried by the monstrous array of books, enveloping his thin figure like water. Except it hurt because they were solid. ... It took moments after the literary tide has subsided along with the rumbling. ...Silence took over until more rumbling in the midst of the books which soon ended with an outstretched hand that sprouted out the book ocean like the sign in Left 4 Dead. Except it still has all its fingers. Soon, Sai resurfaced out of the books from hip to head with a huge gasp after spitting out a wad of yellow sheets of paper from his mouth and coughing. "...Holy shit. How the hell did I survive that...?" the teen asked himself in wonder before looking around the area. There was one thing for sure. The level of disorganization has just went over 9000. "...Hello? Anyone alive?"
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Mar 8, 2012 0:58:29 GMT -5
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Vespera started to move towards the direction the sound came from. So there was someone else here besides them! Time to go see who it was. It certainly didn't sound like a ghost whose yell accompanied the crash. Wait... why does it sound like stuff is still falling?! She quickly looked around and everything around her seemed stable. She hoped. She held her book with both arms across her chest as she felt the need to be ready to move at a moments notice. That turned out to be the appropriate action, as the wave sent a shelf toppling in her direction. She shrieked and quickly darted out of the way, and while a few books got flung in her direction she remained standing despite getting hit a couple of times. She let out a sigh of relief soon after, when it seemed as if the chaos was over. Then it sounded like someone else wasn't as lucky.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUU-------!"
Vespera looked back where she had left Sai and saw him clawing his way to the surface of a pile of pages he had been freshly buried in. Vespera herself was still on high alert as there were still some possible arrangements that could still fall. That seemed unlikely unless the movement somehow looped back around. Still, Sai seemed to be all right. She giggled and called back to him.
"You OK? I'll be back in just a second to help clean that up, I'll go ahead and check on the other one!"
Despite the chaos erupting in the store, Vespera was starting to feel a little relieved that this place wasn't proving to be haunted or anything. Unless that was a poltergeist that caused it. God, the fright wasn't going to leave her, was it? It was broad daylight, at least two people were here, and she was seriously thinking there might be ghosts here. Lynn would be laughing at her so hard right now if she were here. She finally made it back to the source.
"Ah... anyone here...? If your buried give me a sign so I can start digging..." she said, leaning over a little.
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Post by emrys on Mar 21, 2012 23:10:39 GMT -5
"Oh dearest Petunia.."The sound of a man's voice came from somewhere deep within the pile, as a few low rummaging sounds could be heard, moments before a bedraggled mop of dark hair suddenly popped out of the mass of literature like a gopher bursting out of the ground, a thick copy of 'The Complete Dictionary of Cheese' somehow managing to balance precariously upon the man's head as he turned left, then right, then left again, "Not here.." the hair's owner voiced in a mutter, only for the head to vanish back into the pile, books rising around as if he was somehow tunnelling around beneath the surface, before popping out somewhere else, strangely enough, the same copy of 'The Complete Dictionary of Cheese' still resting atop of his head. "Nor here, it seems." At that, the head turned about, spotting the female student attempting to dig her way through the books before the head of hair raised itself up further in order to reveal a full face this time, as a casual and almost altogether not-all-there smile was cast her way, "Why, hello there. I did not know today was another shipment day. Please, just leave the crate anywhere you please." as his head quickly vanished back into the flood of books, popping out several feet in another direction, peering over to the female Weapon through the gaps of one of the many now-empty bookcases, "I'll just be a moment, I seem to have misplaced something, somewhere. It's probably very important." he stated in an oddly sort of certain way, despite the clear use of the word 'probably'.. before vanishing into the books once more. "Now I'm almost certain I left it somewhere in something, probably someplace somewhere'ish."..oddly enough, the voice now seemed to come from behind, as were the girl to look behind her, the moppishly-haired head was now attached to a slim-bodied man wearing a beige shirt with rolled up sleeves and a green-black, checkered vest, with plaid grey slacks and a pair of sandals on his otherwise bare feet.. his long toes wiggling comfortably and in a lively manner, wandering around with that book on cheeses still somehow managing to stay on his head, as he wandered around past the young Meister boy with a curious look on his face, as he leaned over and attempted to pinch a portion of the boy's hair and lift it as if somehow inspecting it, "Hm.. I suppose it would be strange if it was hiding there, don't you think so, boy?" before he smiled and clapped his hands together as if having decided something, strolling over to the counter, "Aha! I'm sure that it's.. here!" he declared, hoisting the till up and looking underneath it.. before pursing his lips, " "Well, I'll be a pheasant's talon - and here I was certain and most capriciously assured."Settling the till back down, he began to walk back to the book pile, somehow managing to exert an odd sense of balance that allowed him to walk right on top of the pile without any sort of problems whatsoever, as his feet seemed precariously balanced atop the bindings and covers without slipping in, all the while the book atop his head rolled and swayed about, continuing its bizarre balancing act as if it was clinging to the top of the strange man's head by the magnetism of his strange mind alone, and was simply slipping because of the equally slippery mentality of that mind. "Honestly, now, whatever you are, I must commend you on your ability at playing hidey-hides, but there is a time and a place for such things, wouldn't you agree? I know I would if I was a thing like you must be." he mused to no person in particular.. this strange and peculiar man just wandering around in his own, odd little world of equal strangeness and oddities, barely even registering the presence of the other two people present in the store, or even the fact that the books had all come down in the way that they had.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Mar 22, 2012 19:47:15 GMT -5
It looks like Vespera survived when she answered back. That was a relief. Because there was a great need to help him as Sai attempted to slowly to pull himself out of the mound of books he was buried in... The process was more or less like pulling yourself out of a lake, but with books. Though, the "ledge" used to pull oneself out... Wasn't enough for the work to happen. As his attempts were unsuccessful after a few times, Sai merely just waited there... In mere frustration, hoping that the girl would help him out of this mess after finding what she was trying to find.
So for now, he would have to take on the role of a human plant in the fields and mounds of books scattered around the store. The meister sneezed again from the dust that was now settling down back to "ground level" after cascading towards the other end of the store in the tsunami. Though after sneezing, he felt a number of digits pulling on a tuft of his hair.
Almost immediately Sai turned to see a very young male individual. Older than him granted. The young adult's hair style seemed a bit of a disarray in one perspective. The slim figure that man possessed made him look more like a scholarly type of individual.
The teen had no words for what the older individual just said. It's a matter of confusion really for the Japanese. It looked like this person was looking for something. He continued to watch said person meandering around until having found what the man was trying to look for. As the meister continued to stare at the man's actions, deduction led him to mark him as a sort of weirdo.
Though this shouldn't be the main concern right now, he had to get some information from this fellow.
"...Excuse me...?" Sai inquired of him still stuck in the books, "You wouldn't be the owner of this store, would you...?"
Right now, inside his heart... He hoped that this person wouldn't be the owner.
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Mar 30, 2012 13:07:31 GMT -5
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Vespera was absolutely dumbfounded by the demeanor of this man. He seemed to be just talking out loud to... no one! And he thinks she's a shipping girl?! The nerve! Well... actually, that could be fun for a little while, but that idea would have to go on the backburner for now. Getting a job right now did not occupy her mind so much anymore as something else entirely took over her train of thought: What's with this guy...?
"I'll just be a moment, I seem to have misplaced something, somewhere. It's probably very important."
Vespera was still speechless as she started to follow the man around the store, taking great care not to damage any books by taking a wrong step. Probably very important? "Is it important or isn't it...? Shouldn't you know that before you look...?" she muttered to no one in particular. Oh god. Does she always do that? Until she heard someone else doing it she had never considered how odd it is to talk to yourself like that, even if she is muttering it in a barely audible tone.
Now she was just getting lost in her own mind and losing track of what she was there for, asking whoever is in charge about getting a job. Could this really be that person, though? He seemed just as lost as she was, despite clearly identifying the knowledge that he gets shipments. She was afraid to ask, because if she's wrong she'd feel embarrassed, and maybe just a little stupid. Still, he appeared to be the only other person in here, and surly no competent store owner would just leave their shop open and unattended, right? Then again, if this was the owner he didn't seem very competent... An impression best kept to herself. She just about worked up the nerve to open her mouth, but Sai beat her to the punch.
"...Excuse me...? You wouldn't be the owner of this store, would you...?"
Vespera looked shocked and disappointed at the same time. Her lack of initiative in speaking would likely reflect poorly on her personality when it comes to getting a job in a retail store. Still, it was now or never. She had to take advantage of what she's heard opposed to what Sai has heard.
"Um, I'm not here to make a shipment, I was... I was wondering if there are any jobs open here! It looks like you might need help keeping this place in order, if you don't mind my saying..." she said nervously.
There. It was out now. She started to calm down a little bit, but she still seemed tense, mainly because she could tell this man was unpredictable, if nothing else.
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Post by emrys on Mar 31, 2012 3:59:42 GMT -5
At that the man stopped his pacing, rolling back on his heels as he did almost a kind of twirl on the spot, spinning to face the two students with that strange and distant smile on his face, "The owner? Who truly owns anything, wouldn't you agree? I mean, truly, if one lays claim to a patch of land, what's to say that the whole land is not his by proxy? Or the country of that land. Or the whole globe itself, twirling and whirling about as it is, like an icecube dropped in a cup of hot cocoa and stirred.. Mmmm, cocoa~" at that the man quickly paced his way across the room, slipping between the two students as he came to a sudden halt just short of one of the bookcases which hadn't had its contents toppled out; his sandals sliding across the wooden floor and causing him to skid a bit before finally stopping with a gentle bump against the shelves.. the man absentmindedly humming something that sounded like classical music whilst weaving his hands about like a conductor, seemingly oblivious to the other individuals present as he just rambled and wandered on.
Sharply skipping to the side and reaching down, the man then pulled a trio of books off, dropping them to the floor before he took out a large cup with steam rising from it, raising it to his lips and taking a sip, "Haa~ bella gusto! Truly, there is naught better than Shakespeare and Wordsworth's primed cocoa," the strange man mused, kicking the books he'd removed as they skipped across the floor, their titles reading 'Wordsworth's Lyrical Ballads', 'Macbeth' and 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' individually. Pausing for a moment, the man then mused, "Now, now.. what on earth was I doing again.. searching? I'm sure I was searching, yes? Yes. I most certainly, probably, in all likelihood was searching.."
That particular moment would be when the girl spoke up, causing the strange man to turn and look her way, "Aha! Of course, thank you for reminding me, child. Of course, of course, I was looking for new employees, yes? Certainly, yes. Thank you ever so much of reminding me, now what did you say you were here for again? Surely not deliveries again, can't you see we're all out of space, my girl!"
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Post by Ishida Sai on Mar 31, 2012 10:42:35 GMT -5
The older male individual in front of him continued pacing until twirling into a spiral to face the meister. The small bundles of nonsense indirectly answered Sai's question. Though the nonsense itself made it a tad difficult to discern what he's trying to say. A yes or no answer would suffice to say... Though this guy is definitely quite the eccentric by all cases in diction and movement.
At the moment, the meister would have to assume it's a yes answer... Carefully gauging the male's answer. However, before he could ask anything else, the eccentric "glided" over through the wooden slated ground over to a bookcase that is still erect filled with its content of texts. The boy curiously watched what the bookstore owner was doing... And was flabbergasted to see said individual procuring what looked like a mug of cocoa as if receiving it from a refrigerator or something of that sort...
Well, possibly, of course it might be since... Where the hell else would you get one? Refrigerator may not be the right term for this... Though maybe... A microwave? It'd make perfect sense.... Nah. No way. There's absolutely no way there's a microwave that small... Is there?
Before the meister could continue thinking about it, a familiar voice addressed itself towards the individual now sipping from his mug. Vespera had already beaten him to the punch already... Damn. A hint of annoyance was starting to form an edge on the teen as a result.
Though it helped divine the fact this individual was for sure the book owner and was hiring... But how many...? Surely he'd hire both of them to clean up this... Unholy and ungodly mess from hell... Looking at the result of the literary tidal wave.
"We want to work under you," the meister answered for the girl with head still positioned out of the books like a plant, "Clean up, rearranging... Whatever. How about it?"
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