Post by Alain Merrick on Feb 8, 2017 1:15:15 GMT -5
It had only been a few short weeks, but Alain had begun to miss the ornate building and the smell of paper. He had been operating under a self-imposed hiatus from the library since making a vow to rededicate himself to all Shinigami arts. Fortunately, he was starting to achieve a better balance with his studies by establishing a routine which he now followed religiously. In addition, he was on the verge of securing instructors for private tutelage in the art of kaido and zanjutsu. To reward his efforts, he decided to call an end to his ban. Merrick had risen early that morning, eager to learn something new. As the stepped through the doors of the complex, he inhaled deeply of the knowledge confined within. He reached inside his shihakusho to retrieve his notebook. Flipping to the appropriate page, he scanned the list of materials which he sought and began the search.
At the top of his list were books about architecture. He had been making numerous sketches of what form his private lab might take. He thought he had hit on a possibility for the design. However, the methods of construction would be more difficult to grasp and likely require some trial and error to perfect. As he perused the architecture section of the library, his thoughts drifted to potential locations where his workstation could be erected. He had so many questions to ponder. One story or two? Perhaps more? An underground facility? Which district would prove most suitable? What would he do about security? A dropped book broke his reverie or he may have spent the entire day in the one spot. Instead, he took his fellow Shinigami’s clumsiness as a sign to move on and continued to the next item on his extensive list.
This pattern continued throughout most of the morning and part of the afternoon. He would enter a particular section of the library searching for the desired materials. Then he would get lost in thought. Finally, some form of disturbance would make him realize that he was getting distracted and he would continue on his way. After the fourth or fifth occurrence of this phenomena, he decided that it was about time to depart or else he might destroy the carefully crafted balance which he had developed in previous weeks. He allowed himself to gather materials from one final topic, combat techniques and strategy. As he made his way to the section which encompassed all things combat related and began scanning for the items on his list, he noticed that many of the titles were absent. Merrick hated to end his day on a disappointing note, but he considered it karma for the many times that he allowed himself to be distracted throughout the day.
As he exited the stacks and prepared to leave, he thought he caught a glimpse of one of the missing combat titles. When he moved closer, he discovered a number of the previously unavailable volumes resting atop one of the tables in the study area. Unfortunately, the texts appeared to be in the company of another. Sitting at the desk was a woman with the longest red hair that he had ever seen. He could discern little else because she was seated and facing the opposite direction. However, he was certain he had never encountered the female during his time in the division. The hair would have been hard to forget and harder to miss, but then he had kept his dealings with fellow squad members to a minimum. Perhaps their paths simply hadn't crossed. Nevertheless, if he wanted the tomes, then he would need to converse with the woman.
Anything in the pursuit of knowledge. "Pardon miss, but it would seem that we have similar interests, and I was so hoping to continue my studies on this topic. Might you be finished with some of those books?"
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At the top of his list were books about architecture. He had been making numerous sketches of what form his private lab might take. He thought he had hit on a possibility for the design. However, the methods of construction would be more difficult to grasp and likely require some trial and error to perfect. As he perused the architecture section of the library, his thoughts drifted to potential locations where his workstation could be erected. He had so many questions to ponder. One story or two? Perhaps more? An underground facility? Which district would prove most suitable? What would he do about security? A dropped book broke his reverie or he may have spent the entire day in the one spot. Instead, he took his fellow Shinigami’s clumsiness as a sign to move on and continued to the next item on his extensive list.
This pattern continued throughout most of the morning and part of the afternoon. He would enter a particular section of the library searching for the desired materials. Then he would get lost in thought. Finally, some form of disturbance would make him realize that he was getting distracted and he would continue on his way. After the fourth or fifth occurrence of this phenomena, he decided that it was about time to depart or else he might destroy the carefully crafted balance which he had developed in previous weeks. He allowed himself to gather materials from one final topic, combat techniques and strategy. As he made his way to the section which encompassed all things combat related and began scanning for the items on his list, he noticed that many of the titles were absent. Merrick hated to end his day on a disappointing note, but he considered it karma for the many times that he allowed himself to be distracted throughout the day.
As he exited the stacks and prepared to leave, he thought he caught a glimpse of one of the missing combat titles. When he moved closer, he discovered a number of the previously unavailable volumes resting atop one of the tables in the study area. Unfortunately, the texts appeared to be in the company of another. Sitting at the desk was a woman with the longest red hair that he had ever seen. He could discern little else because she was seated and facing the opposite direction. However, he was certain he had never encountered the female during his time in the division. The hair would have been hard to forget and harder to miss, but then he had kept his dealings with fellow squad members to a minimum. Perhaps their paths simply hadn't crossed. Nevertheless, if he wanted the tomes, then he would need to converse with the woman.
Anything in the pursuit of knowledge. "Pardon miss, but it would seem that we have similar interests, and I was so hoping to continue my studies on this topic. Might you be finished with some of those books?"
650/650