(M) An Incredible Discovery

Jefferson Soul · 08-09-2010, 10:56 PM

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Okay, I am here!

He had known there to be a library in the university for a long time, but it had been just as long since he had found the time to relax with a book. It seemed like winters ago he had been woken from his rocking chair in front of the fire, the book in his scarred fingers toppled to the floor. Geneva revealed to him then that she kept a journal and commonly made entries on the enigma that was her new pack leader, not long after she had transferred from Crimson Dreams. He'd found it intriguing, and yet the brute couldn't remember if he had revealed to her his ineptitude at reading and writing. The activity came to him easier than it should, leading the brute to believe he had been capable before the knock to the head that erased his memory and reset his reading capabilities to zero. Perhaps he could have asked for the olive-eyed girl for assistance, especially now that they were again on speaking and loving terms, but the cyclops found himself straying far from Phoenix Valley instead, and through the university's tattered doors he wandered.

Maluki had been fond of exploration, he had been told. Jefferson was no different, though age and deathly sights of blood and murder had highly dampened the excitement he should have been feeling, that which Maluki would surely have been relishing (before he lost his sanity, of course). The building reeked of age and mold, the floorboards creaking beneath his every step; it was as if simply willing it might make the floors collapse, and yet the cyclops wandered on, the scent of dust stinging his nose. Books were his intention, a cover that looked interesting enough to choke his way through the text, one word at a time, sounding out syllables aloud only when he was ensured complete privacy. His good arm pushed at a door and at last the library lay before his eyes. The brute stared, utterly overwhelmed by the multitude of texts, before he sauntered through the door.

A second scent—though unsurprisingly shrouded out by wafts of aged paper—caught his senses as his green eye fell upon what appeared to be a small, black cat amongst the books. He paused mid-step, staring at it (his instincts flaring, but there was no need to chase a small animal that would surely outrun him in such cluttered space), before simply continuing on, his eye gazing over the books. It was rare to find a feline, but surely the thing would be as useless conversationally to him as the average prey rabbit.

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