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POSTED: Mon Feb 10, 2014 3:20 pm

(334) Knockin' out rank and co-rank threads! :D Lemme know if this is okay; sorry for the wait!

Pascal adjusted the box against his hip, wincing as the wooden corner dug into him. His arm muscles bulged as he hoisted it a little higher so there was less weight against his bone. His free hand twisted the door handle that led to the Court library, swinging it open to reveal two well-constructed bookshelves, a table with a stool and a chair for seating, and a sunlight-colored Luperci effortlessly plucking books off the highest shelves. He mumbled a greeting, and Skoll grinned, spreading the books carefully over the table—pushing aside a candle holder wanting a candle—and gesturing for Pascal to come inside.

What've we got? Skoll asked, like he didn't know. The question puzzled Pascal, but he wordlessly set the box next to the desk and picked up the thin hardback closest to him—a book on carpentry. He was sure this was one of the "do it yourself" books his father had gathered. For once, the thought of his father did not strike him with unease, but happiness.

We have to put them in order, Pascal said, and the Knight smiled, knowing this already but saying nothing. Skoll merely nodded and sat on the stool. His legs bumped underneath the table, and he grimaced, opting to sit on the floor instead. Let's get the books we already have first, Pascal continued. Like these teaching books, and—he hesitated—our books. His heterochromatic eyes darted to Howl's Moving Castle sitting on the table, and Skoll gave a likewise-nostalgic glance to The Jungle Book.

But the point of a library was to share, and Pascal sat down in the chair, placing the carpentry book before him. He took another—one on sewing—and placed it on top, and put a sturdy picture book beside it. He worked in silence, with a focus that betrayed his happiness at this simple stacking. Even more than making candles for his rank, this was what he wanted to do.

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POSTED: Mon Feb 10, 2014 9:15 pm

Old, tattered pages fluttered briefly before being sandwiched between the book’s hard covers. Tasha lowered the book to the floor beside her, dropping it the last couple inches, rolling onto her stomach and pulling back to sit on her knees. Her hair, which previously dangled over the edge of the bed as she read, had been slightly tangled in the process. The girl combed her claws through her locks, managing to loosen the thickest knots and returning it to a semi-presentable state. At the moment, she didn’t feel like getting her brush out. Tasha sighed and glanced around her room, eyes lingering on her flute perched atop her instrument textbook before shaking her head. She’d been inside too long; she needed to go somewhere.

Her feet found the floor, and the Viscountess snatched up the novel she’d finished moments before. The gold knob was cold under her hand as she turned it, stepping into the quiet hallway before shutting the door behind her, narrowly missing catching her curled tail in the crack. She softly descended to the main floor, too late realizing she probably should have grabbed Niro’s cloak if she was going to go outside. Sighing, but not mustering the will strong enough to return up the stairs, the Takekuro continued on her way, planning to make a pit stop at the Library to return her book and pick up another. That would give her a reason to return upstairs and sufficiently clothe herself for the cold outside. As Tasha approached the large doorway, she heard a pair of voices break the silence. Both fairly familiar, though she couldn’t put a name on each. She crept around the doorway, cedar gaze curious to find the hosts of the voices. The first she found was a bright golden man, who she immediately recognized as her uncle. Tasha stepped into view, tipping her head, before offering a smile. “Skoll!” She chipped, before movement caught her eye again. The husky mix noticed another male, though this one was younger and ruddy-gray. Soon she caught multicolored eyes, and she smiled wider. She hadn’t noticed his dark coat against the wood shelves and books. “Pascal, too? What are you guys up to in here?” Though after she said it she quickly found a set of answers; expanding and organizing? The girl stepped forward and looked over the large pile of books, a faint spark of excitement kindled in her chest. The titles were ones she hadn’t seen before, she realized, as she gently ran her claws against a hard cover, picking one of them up. “I haven’t seen these books before.” She noted, interestedly tipping her head again.

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POSTED: Mon Feb 17, 2014 5:05 pm

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Pascal stacked the books with mechanical but well-oiled motions, a quiet focus. He lifted a book from the box, glanced at its titled spine, or skimmed the contents of a page to gauge which stack it might belong to. He placed the books with no further regard than genre; though he knew grouped letters as phonemes, he had no concept of an arbitrary alphabetical "order." Books that taught skills and knowledge went in one stack, and fictional novels in another, and the big, study children's books in another.

Skoll was likewise absorbed in the process. The two worked independently until Pascal placed a bible in the "fiction" stack, and Skoll argued at him until Pascal, conceding, slid it to its own, special pile. Otherwise, the organziation passed in silence.

Then a visitor entered the room, and Skoll lifted his shaggy blond head, grinning at his niece. Hey there, Tasha, he said warmly, and Pascal glanced up curiously. The brown wolf's tail wagged through the back of the chair's slats when acknowledged, though his gaze was already on another book.

Organizing, Pascal said, and placed The Wizard of Oz with the other fiction. He didn't look up again until Tasha plucked up a book, remarking that she hadn't seen it before. His gaze slid to her, and he smiled. We went to the library in Halifax.

Do you have anything to contribute? Skoll asked, putting a big picture book about frogs in a stack on the table, his long arms reaching up effortly from his seat on the floor. Pascal and I are adding the ones we've already read.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 03, 2014 10:28 pm

The girl ran her fingers over the cover, creating small trails through the dirty surface. She brushed the rest of the grime off by gliding her forearm atop it; thick fur from a husky heritage doing a fine job of clearing the front. She examined it for a moment, pulling back a corner before shutting it again and returning it to the stack it belonged to. Tasha’s dark gaze glittered curiously, sweeping over the varying stacks of titles and genres. She glanced at Pascal as he explained where all of the novels and texts had come from, and she nodded, tipping her head and flicking an ear. She quietly watched Skoll’s hands appear over the edge of the table as he stacked more pages, and his question brought a prick to her ears and a single wag of her tail. “You have no idea. Hold on.” The Takekuro took the book she had her hand and balanced on one foot to lean over the table and drop it in a fiction stack. Quickly she whirled back to the large doors to the library and, skirting the multiple piles of old magazines and texts, she made her way out into the hall again, running her hand along a rail as she scaled the stairs back to her room.

The Viscountess made her way back to the double doors slowly, burdened by the large bin she carried. It was stacked high with various titles she’d read; each one over many times. She’d never had any use of them, but she’d never considered donating them to the library. It would free up some space in her room, and make shelf room for other books yet to grace her. Tasha propped the big bin against her hip, the plastic edge cold against the scars across her slender flank. It made it easier to walk, and once she finally reached the space between her uncle and Pascal, the Takekuro dropped the heavy bucket with a bang, pulling over a stool to sit cross-legged on while she began pulling books from the bin. The first was one with images of tall yellow pyramids on it. Glancing at Pascal, she offered him a half-smile and tossed it into the fiction stack, where it eloquently balanced atop the others. “That one’s for you,” she nodded, before her nose disappeared into the bucket again . “Where did you guys find so many books in Hailfax?” She questioned, voice muffled by the hundreds of pages that blocked her mouth. She gingerly used her teeth to take off a topmost book, before she was free to use her fingers again, ears twitched at the sounds of pages turning and hard covers hitting the solid table.

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Tasha rubbed her arm against the book she'd lifted, and Pascal watched her with approval as she fixed a dog-eared page. His tail wagged until she darted off to retrieve her own collection, and he busied himself again with the pile. He opened a book that immediately bombarded him with strange terms and symbols he did not quite recognize as numbers. Skoll? he prompted, and the wolfdog walked and leaned over to see it.

That's junk, I think, Skoll said. Someone who couldn't read must've picked it up. He indicated a segmented box with a claw, tracing the curved line within it. That looks like a map, but there are no landmarks, and I don't know what the words mean. He grabbed the book from the table and slammed it shut, peering at the cover, which read Intro to Calculus. The male shook his head. We'll just have to toss it.

Wait, Pascal protested, and grabbed it back from him. No. We'll take the pages out. We can use the cover on another book if its cover falls off. We just need to cover the words and write new ones so they can tell what it is.

Skoll grinned at him, about to praise him for this idea, when Tasha reappeared. His jaw dropped, and he let out a deep chuckle. Damn, where did you keep all those? Did you stack them to hold up part of your roof? He headed toward her to help with the bin, which she dropped down onto the table, tossing one onto the stack before Pascal—whose tail wagged faster when he gripped it in his hands and saw the pyramids on the cover.

Thanks, the Sadira told her, and opened it to a page, skimming. The library, he said. There were a lot of books there.

Trouble was finding the useful ones, Skoll remarked. He thumbed through another book, a tattered paperback text missing several pages, and squinted at the small text. His green eyes widened suddenly.

What? Pascal prompted, when Skoll barked a single laugh.

Not for your eyes, kid, Skoll replied, grinning broadly.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:18 pm

Gratefully, the girl accepted Skoll’s help when she arrived with the crate. A small grin carved into her features, the girl allowed a deep laugh. “I about had to. My entire room smelled like ink and paper. Maybe I’ll finally be able to breathe in there.” Once she dropped it to the table, she paused to roll her shoulders from the heavy load, before continuing onto sorting. A paperback magazine there, hard-covered, heavy novel here. Tasha skimmed the literature that was constantly shifting hands, commonly pausing to lift a folded corner she hadn’t caught before, or roll through the pages with a thumb, the smell of yellowing parchment causing a light to brighten in her eyes. It was common for the Takekuro to pause and skim with her eyes over the steadily growing piles, eyeing each new book the boys set into their respective places. She began a mental list, jotting down notes in her head of a cover that seemed interesting or a phrase that caught her eye. She’d have to limit herself, though. She needed more time to practice her flute, and it would be a nice change to free up some breathing room in her living quarters. She wasn’t exaggerating when she’d said everything smelled like books; it really had. She couldn’t even take a left turn without seeing a pile of novels in a corner or on a desk. About time she cleaned the place.

There’s a library in Hailfax? Tasha paused, dark eyes wide in pleasant surprise. She’d have to take another trip down to the old city sometime. Though she didn’t like being far from home, she needed a little excitement. Searching out a forgotten library was at the top of her to-do list. She wouldn’t ask them where it was. That would take the fun out of it. It was then a bark broke against her thoughts, and Tasha dropped the novel that pictured a grand castle to try and lean over to where Skoll was sitting. She looked to Pascal and gave him a shrug, though she had a smile on her face as well. She hadn’t seen the magazine, yet she had more than an inkling of what would draw such a reaction out of her uncle.

It wasn’t long before Tasha had emptied her crate of books, a sigh raising her chest as she dropped the last title to its respective pile, which had grown to a towering height. “Does one of you want to show me where to shelve these? I have no idea how to put them.” Pulling herself from the stool, the wolfdog leaned forward to grab the first trio of books from the precariously tipping tower, holding them to her chest as she reached forward to grab a few more. While she awaited a response, the Viscountess examined the pages for creases or folds, leaving no page wounded in her wake.

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Pascal was happy, even if he knew he was missing half the conversation and interaction around him. Tasha joked and Skoll smiled, and meanwhile the odd-eyed Sadira thumbed through the books they'd all collected to learn their contents. To him, the stacks seemed like towers—though any human library or book store would have easily dwarfed their collection. The number of books was more like a single human's collection, a bookshelf cleared away in a back room for their eyes, but Pascal thought that there had to be hundreds here rather than a couple dozen. He thought books were practically magic, though the only way these ones survived was through sheer number. One or two had to have survived the wear of time.

His muzzle wrinkled in a visceral reaction as he lifted another book from the library and it practically fell apart in his hands. Most of the paperbacks he'd seen were this way, and as the wet pages slipped down, he swept them down into an empty box, disappointed. He'd overlooked that one, he supposed.

Tasha shrugged at him after he tried to lean over Skoll's shoulder, and with another chuckle, the sandy-colored wolfdog set it in its own stack. Will have to put that on the high shelves where you kiddos can't reach, he informed them, while Pas flattened his ears. He snorted and set a sturdy child's book in its own stack—the one with the most various and strange shapes—before Tasha rose with a precariously wobbling tower of books.

Let me, Pascal said, and stood. He gestured as offer to take some of the books from her. Which ones are these? he asked, and pointed the shelves. Maybe later we can label each shelf, but for now we just need to group them. There are children's books to learn to read, books that teach you things—how to do stuff is different from fact stuff—and religion books—he glanced at Skoll's bibles—and stories. And maybe other ones if they don't fit. Like poems. He stopped and rubbed at his mouth, eyeing the shelves.

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POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:27 pm

Many of the books she’d looked over had been anywhere from roughly to lovingly bound. Some had the gentle fingers of a book-loving Luperci’s care to fix a slipping cover or folded corner, while others had the rough and sharp grip of those who just wanted to get the information that was needed from it and leave. She frowned slightly as Pascal moved a crumbling paperback into an empty box. Tasha was religious in handling her books with care; she’d even found a crafty way to create a sticky substance from tree sap in the spring to fix the covers back to the body of the work. She saw a couple of wounded titles that would need some TLC, and figured it would be a good way to pass the time while she was cooped up inside during a rain or snowstorm. Nova Scotia was a cold place, unforgiving throughout all seasons, and she was frankly quite surprised her uncle and friend; she could call him that, she supposed; had found so much in-tact literature. It must have been back-breaking, tedious work, because it took Tasha hours to find a single decent thing in Hailfax. That place had been picked clean.

Tasha gratefully passed a few of the books to Pascal, so that their stacks were even and she could comfortably move around without a fear of falling. Though she couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t fall; she was probably the clumsiest person she knew. The Husky mix listened carefully to the boy, ear twitching as she glanced to the first book she saw cradled in her arms. “Story books. Like fantasy.” She nodded to the ones she had taken, eyes scanning the scant shelves while she tried to pick out where they may go. She figured labelling would help, a lot. The girl crossed the room to a shelf that had a small pile of books at the end of it, and she shifted the weight she carried to her other arm as she picked up on of the literature pieces. “These are the story books.” She looked to Pascal to make sure she was in the right place; there were many genres she didn’t know about, and maybe she was wrong. Though by the initial cover of a flat-faced human in a pointy hat holding a sparkly stick, she figured she wasn’t. Tasha smiled as she looked at the silly-looking cover, wondering if this was the wizard the Sadira had mentioned in their last meeting.

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Pascal grunted softly as he took the stack of books. He wasn't as built as Skoll, but considerable enough muscle bulged in his arms. He was made for simple labors like hunting, and perhaps his large paws were too clumsy for the hobbies he really enjoyed, like his candles and his books. He made do, however, aspiring to be something more than some brainless packhorse shifting wood from one place to the next. He knew the Labor tier was the only one for him—he wasn't fierce, or clever, or nurturing enough for any of the others—and, while he'd accepted that, he wanted to be unique and useful in his pack.

Skoll watched to make sure no one dropped anything, as Tasha mentioned storybooks and Pascal nodded. Yeah, like that, he said. He followed her and added his own books to that shelf, smiling. They don't have anywhere proper to go, yet, but that'll be part of the job. He stepped out of the way as Skoll brought some of the other novels—one sported a tiger, another a horse—and rubbed his mouth again. Until we have labels we'll have to make sure the books get put back in the right place.

If they get put back at all, Skoll added, grinning to show he was mostly joking. A librarian is gonna have to track down book-snatchers, Pascal.

The young wolf tried to smile in amusement and failed.

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POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 7:01 pm

Pascal set the books up on the shelf she’d found, and Tasha followed suit, carefully stacking the covers against one another, adjusting them to make sure they were on an even plane. She tipped her head to read some of the spines, before her ear flicked and her attention was caught by the end of the conversation with the boy and Skoll. Tasha didn’t look up from the stacking of her books. She could feel the tension, or sadness, or whatever it was that entered the room, so she looked up to see Pascal’s failed attempt at a smile. Something about book-snatchers? The Takekuro shrugged internally to herself, and she caught another subject to switch the conversation to. “You want to be the librarian? That’s cool.” Tasha praised, moving back to the table with stacked books. She picked up another hefty pile and moved to another empty shelf, which was the wrong one. It only took a moment of searching before she found the correct category, and once again began her stacking of novels.

“I want to be Lautari.” She added, not for much of a reason, just to keep the topic moving along. She wasn’t sure what Skoll was or wanted to be, though he looked something like a fighter. Pascal had told her he’d saved him from a bad canine, and he’d rescued her from the unknowns of the wilderness, before she had shifted. He would be a good knight.

Once her supplies of book had been depleted, she ran her fingers along the edges, flicking her tightly curled tail while she returned to the table for another load. The stacks were being removed quickly, and she realized that they were almost done. Before taking another stack, the girl slid a particularly intriguing book from the top of the pile and set it in the bottom of her emptied bucket. “Are there really book-snatchers?” She questioned, attaining another hefty pile.

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