melodiesofeternity | Cram Week [Player Plot]

Tyzias grumbles something under her breath as Corrin pats her back and Minimus chastises her. It wasn't that she was angry at the librarian, per se, it was more like she felt like she was about to implode from the sheer force of the existential weight she placed upon herself by deciding to lead this mission and that manifested as outward frustration. "Catalogue's on the library linkshell. It's open if you want to take a look," she says to Minimus as the party marches down the rows of shelves. "I know the way to the eidolon section, at least. Might take a while to get there, though." She pauses. "Like. At least an hour. Hoped you packed snacks, everybody, because we are in for a long fuckin' hike."

Klonoa nods, and holds up the Wind Ring, activating its power to empty out the contents--

He deposits an entire picnic basket with a checkered blanket on the ground, smiling with sheer resolve. Of course. He brought snacks for everyone.

"You guys are ok with hamburgers, right?"

Just being in his Presence, the whole group feels Inspired. +5% defense!

“Thank you,” Minimus sighs and pulls out his Mognet Slate. “Mosuna, direct me to the linkshell.”

He would rather not waste his energy by wandering around the library. He is a robot or direct action, of looking up the facts before rushing into a task. He’d catch up with the rest of the group once he had found the catalog page for the mentioned tome.

As soon as they'd entered the library, Sephiroth had left Tyzias et al. to deal with the librarian while he took a long lingering look around the various shelves and passageways sprawling out in all directions. The building had looked impressive enough on the outside, but this was something else.

Once he overheard 'linkshell' being used, Sephiroth took out his Slate and started to look for an option on the device which might have opened up now that they were inside the library itself. Having a reference available would cut down any time-wasting significantly. Of course, the eidolon section is what they were looking for but who knew if there might be other sections which he'd make a note to perhaps come back and visit privately at a later date.

In this company, despite Klonoa's presence, Sephiroth was already keeping himself a controlled distance from the others. At best, he figured they'd all be a distraction; the thought of having to spend an hour just to travel to the correct section was irritating enough.

For now, he'll just stand back and somewhat lazily look through his Slate.

"Ah, a library. Such treasures as the world has never seen, if only one could make sense of the catalog." Kuja pulls up the reference on his Slate, joining Asriel. "The eidolon section. Well, this ought to be fun. Now. Where's the eidolon section?"

Cor's not much of a talker, in this big group of fellow explorers-turned-researchers. Still, the McGard library is rather calming place to visit, even if there's a decidedly lack of ruins to explore now. That mentioned book, though, does sound rather promising...

"If it's got anything like that decimal system thing, we might have a clue," he quips towards Kuja. "As for the section...I presume our leader here--" He jerks a thumb towards Tyzias. "--has a map of some sort to get us there."

He then glances over to Klonoa. He seems rather young, but since this place is seemingly free of monsters... "Just make sure they don't spoil. I got a few supplies on me as well, just in case. Been here before once, so I personally know how long it can take to find something in this place."

Serge grins brightly at Klonoa. "Oh, man! You brought the good stuff! Well at least we know we won't go hungry while we're here."

He glances over at Cor. "D'you think we'll really be here that long? Ah, crap. Should I have packed a lunch?"

Vimes was, at current juncture, patiently ignoring the helpful and friendly signs thanking him for not smoking. This was not making him popular with the local librarians, but as he hadn't spotted anything orangutan-shaped, it was probably safe to do so.

"This'd probably be a bad time to mention that the last time I visited a magical library I got shunted about thirty years back in time."

"If I knew we were bringing snacks, I would have made some to help out." Sasami said. She didn't know the first thing about what they were looking for at the moment, but she was here for moral support and possibly some other helping hand somewhere.

"Well that'd give us another thirty years te solve this problem then, aye?" Castor couldn't help the gentle snipe at Vimes, but her attention soon catches on Klonoa's snacks and she sheepishly rubs at her own face. "I've got some gyshal greens on me if we get desperate. I ought've thought this through."

Corrin is already fishing through her own pack. "I did make some sandwiches for people..." She admits. "Though not nearly enough. I really didn't think the library was going to be quite so big." As well as some vegetarian chowder, but that's for her. "They're not fancy, just ham, cheese, and some butter, but they should fill a corner for any who wants them. And a few bottles of water too in case we get thirsty."

She's also pulling out her iMog to oin the linkshell when Vimes speaks up. "It sounds like there's a story there, Officer!" She says jovially. Time travel, huh? That sort of thing only existed in some of the more fantastical stories she'd read growing up. "It must have been quite the experience."

"Fortunately sustenance will not be an issue for myself. Or Minimus." Megatron says. He, too, has been keeping mostly to the back. The Energon Converter Minimus pulled out of the Dream Width has solved their growing energy problem (or lack of growth, if you'd prefer). He's already had Mogatronus (resting comfortably on Megatron's large shoulder) pull up the linkshell.

"I might suggest if there's a basement area we could send some people to investigate down there." He also adds. Not everyone in this group looks like they'd be all that helpful in research and the group is big enough that they can afford to split their focus. "We might be able to discover a hidden entrance or a way into deeper ruins that have not yet been discovered."

"I, TOO, HAVE A SELECTION OF FINE FEASTS IN MY POCKETS! MOSTLY PASTAS, BUT I HAVE BEEN BRANCHING OUT!" Ah, but how fascinating! A tale of time travel? Papyrus grins. "I, TOO, WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT THIS TIME TRAVEL, THOUGH... BUT IF WE DO NEED SOME EXTRA SPEED, I COULD ALWAYS SCOUT AHEAD ON MY HOVER BOARD."

He pauses, realizing, well. Hover boards are fast, yes, but also potentially imposing and may rumble a bit from the engine. "OH, BUT THAT MIGHT DISTURB THE PEOPLE READING, WOULDN'T IT? DRAT..."

Still worth consideration, at least.

Kanji tightened his hands into fists and set his jaw. He was the last person you'd see in a library, but thanks to Senpai and the others, he'd taken to studying more often. But he was just as afraid of making too much noise as he was back home.

He'd taken to slowly creeping around the aisles in the hopes of finding the section they were looking for.

Unfortunately, the dust had gotten to him. He slapped his elbow over the bottom half of his face to try and stifle what was an alarming sneeze in the first place. Then a miserable sniffle.

Madhuri had thoroughly forgotten the mission. There were plenty of people here, but as far as she was concerned, this would be the chance to drink in more songs, more stories. So don't mind the tiefling holding a stack of twelve to fifteen books, wobbling in her stance to get them to a table and read them.

"Anybody have a library card for this place...? Otherwise I may be here for a while. Or the rest of my life."

A few of those books Madhuri carried might be taken from the top to ease the burden, brought back by thin legs and clawed hands. They would be placed on the table after the tiefling got the rest set down.

"That would be convenient..." Even if the additional eyes, Naomi could only read a little more than the average human. Trying to pay attention on eight sentences was the quickest way to a migraine.

True to Tyzias's word, it takes an hour and change to wind through the gargantuan library and find the eidolon section. Which, unfortunately for the heroes, is the size of a small village. It's both easy to get lost and very difficult to find anything at all. Even the entrance to the section itself.

Hours pass. Tyzias has resorted to long groans of pure anguish and beating her head against a desk. Then Finn feels... something. A tug, almost. His Archaeologist senses are tingling, and they're leading him straight into an old, old, passageway of shelves.

Asriel isn't feeling any kind of a tingling, though. Rather he's feeling deadened nerves. He's been staring at books and shelves for hours. Tyzias' groan of exasperation is contagious, and he lets out one of his own, bumping his head against the wall repeatedly to keep himself awake.

Bonk. Bonk.

His horns leave small impressions in the shelves.

Nozomi?

Sorry, she's passed out asleep. Can someone wake her up, please? This is embarrassing.

Even Kuja's saintlike patience is being tested, here. "Why. Why in the name of anyone's gods is this place so damned massive. How is anybody supposed to find anything? It makes no sense!"

Corrin's been doing her best to keep researching, but the hours have dragged on, she's found nothing of note so far, and while she's trying to soldier on by skimming yet another huge tome, the words are running together in a blurr and she finds herself having to re-read the same page two or three times before she's actually able to absorb the contents.

Blearily, she looks over next to Nozomi passed out in the seat next to her. Corrin pokes her shoulder lightly. "Nozomi...Nozomi, c'mon, you have to stay awake." She says.

While the others are starting their search, Patches slips away from the group for a bit to visit Ramuh's shrine. He could technically summon the Eidolon anywhere, but that would... probably be too noisy for a library.

Maybe Ramuh will be in a good mood and actually give them some advice on where to look. Can't hurt to try, right?

Ramuh appears in a cacophony of thunder and lightning, looking down on Patches imperiously. "What do you seek, young summoner?" he asks, beard, robes, and hair flowing in a strong wind.

"Good day, oh wise one! We're searching for the Temple of Alexander. I know the trials are ours to face and all that, but might we at least ask you where we can find a book called The Tantarian?"

"The Tantarian?" Ramuh scowls, stroking his beard. Apparently Uendo's struck a nerve. "That blasted thing... it probably doesn't want to be found. Look for it in the dustiest, most unpleasant-looking corridor that you can find."

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