Slices of Life before the Looping...

[bloodypast]

Characters: Vincent Valentine, Open, one section locked (will be specified).
Where: Library, House A02
When: Septemper 16-18th-ish
Summary: Vincent is adapting to his new part-time job in the library. Come bother him, or be scared by his sudden appearance in the quiet. Also another session of Story-time, with Ophelia inviting some others now...
Warning: Potentially grumpy gunslingers?


Working in the Library

It wasn't hard work, so far. Organizing books and putting them away, and occasionally answering a question. Vincent found he kind of enjoyed the routine of it, as it required enough of his focus to not be mind-numbing, but not so much that it was taxing or a strain. It was almost zen, in terms of the calm he found. His height was an advantage in moving things around on the taller shelves, too.

He'd adapted well, aside from at least one complication so far. The flutter of wings coming around a corner as he was re-shelving, and a small voice "Excuse me kupo I was wondering if you could EEEEEEKUPO!!!" The younger moogle who'd come around the corner, obviously had gotten a look at him now. Dressed in black, even with his long-hair pulled back in a loose tail, Vincent's silhouette was still striking and creepy. His gauntlet at home( even if he felt the loss) so that his entire left arm was in black due to a glove over the ruined-arm, didn't help.

The poor little moogle, bearing a bag and a set of glasses and a bow around her pompom was shaking where she fluttered. Vincent sighed, and was careful to move slowly and as he looked at her. "What were you looking for?" Summoning up her courage, the moogle stuttered noiselessly before managing to get out her question. "His..hishistorical biographies of the first researchers kupo!" Wringing her hands, holding up her bag as if it were a shield almost.

"Down the hall past 3 stacks to non-fiction and biographies, it's next to the door."

The moogle bobbed a quick thanks and bow, and was off fast.

This type of encounter was becoming disturbingly commonplace.




Story time with guests

Ophelia was hoping Vincent wouldn't be too mad. She'd made sure to get his promise to resume his reading to her, and she'd grabbed her book about sea-legends and folk-stories. She'd also sent letters to Mogdelina and Annie, inviting them along. (Provided they didn't tease or make fun of Vincent, and respected his privacy by not sharing with their heroes.) Yuffie of course, was also informed.

The little moogle was humming happily to herself as she made tea, waiting for Vincent to get home from his part-time job, as she'd set things up so far. Making it easy for him, as she considered the debt paid and repaid. Not that she'd let him know it, just yet.

Comments

[ninjainviolet]

Sheena waited for the rest of the statement, but when it didn't come, she gave him a look and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "I'd say 'which one' but I just told you the thing about my name a few minutes ago," she said with a chuckle. She wasn't going to press it, but she'd still remind him occasionally until he did it without her reminding him.

Sitting back on her heels, she gave him an incredulous look. "When you said life isn't based on what should or shouldn't be," she said. "Or did I misunderstand?" There was nothing harsh in her tone, just confusion, as she tried to piece things together.

[bloodypast]

Vincent stood by casually, blinking crimson eyes at her confusion. "I can make a statement about things without it being a form of agreement or disagreement. Life isn't based on what should or shouldn't be. It does come down to choice. Not everyone is given one." None of which he disagreed with.

Now he was kind of confused.

"Perhaps another topic should be discussed." Awkward, but that he was willing to have a conversation at all was a rarity.

[ninjainviolet]

For a moment she regarded him closely before shaking her head at her own foolishness. She had such a hair trigger at times that she sometimes took a simple statement as a disagreement with her. "I'm sorry, Vincent," she told him as her cheeks started to turn pink. "I misunderstood what you were driving at."

Sighing again, she nodded. "Maybe." She looked at the book in her hands. "And I think I know what it should be." A somewhat safer topic? She hoped. "Who in the name of Martel was in charge of shelving these things before? This one," and she held it up to him, "doesn't even belong over here. I think it's on the other side of the building."

Yeah, she was still learning the layout and sections, but she had a cheat sheet, which she was currently digging in to her pocket for.

[bloodypast]

Vincent moved to crouch down by her, examining the section she had found the book in, and finding several others that were mis-shelved too. "Carelessness, most likely. But if we find more like this in different sections, it might be something more." Despite his height, he had little trouble crouching down or moving while doing so.

People making trouble or pranksters. Depending on what they found and where, like an important book on a subject relevant to the Heroes, if it was mis-shelved elsewhere... somewhere people would never look for it, THEN Vincent might entertain the idea of a conspiracy. Nevertheless, the thought was occurring to him anyways.