Shelves of Knowledge

[Ryukku]

"Wait does that mean Noisy Hill is in the same direction as Parasol Corp?" Ryukku scratched her head... "And in the same direction as the exit of the library?" She turns to Kudasai, "Do you have like a Diet Coke for him? And stop looking at that swimsuite magazine."

[Kudasai Hiroki]

Kudasai throws magazine over his shoulder. "Carbonated beverages with zero calories or cafeene? I don't believe they exist."
*chugs Jolt Cola*
Anywho all the signs seem to point this way to Noisy Hill. I suppose if we're going to rescue your dead dad before it's too late we'd better get going without the least bit of preparation.

Kudasai turns and faces the direction the paper arrow and the strange horned one ran off to. It's a very dark and sinister looking hallway.

"Strange. I don't recall seeing storm clouds indoors before. That's gotta' be the way!"

[Ryukku]

((OOC: Continued in Noisy Hill.))

[Enon]

The pages of the book that floated in front of Silver flipped for a few moments before stopping and words again appeared on the blank pages;


The problem is that for those other than the Keeper of the Library time passes normally, well as much the average person. For the Keeper time doesn't really have meaning anymore. The Shelves themselves exsist across time. There are pockets of frozen time with doorways that open sometimes opening for those gifted one. As a Keeper, Enon can open any of those door whenever she chooses but there are drawbacks.
Some of the other Keepers had the belief that the Shelves are alive or at least vastly intelligent. There have been Keepers who speaks of being locked in a moment of time for decades even centuries.
A few bold Keepers even attempted to communicate or at least establish a line of communication. Which is how the book you are reading exsists. One Keeper gave their soul as did a few others and we now assist the current Keeper, our predecessors.
Each Keeper shall write their own ending to their time in power as well as choose an heir. Enon is one of the few exception to that rule. Her place here was by accident or at least we think so. Byre is or at least was Enon's predecessor's named and aknowledged by the Council heir. There is the belief that the Shelves are possessive and did not want Enon's predecessor dividing his attention between the Shelves and Byre.
There are those among the Council that disapproved of that Keeper's relationship with Byre but no fault could be found since they both did their jobs as demanded. The council renounced Byre's status as heir and named Enon in her place.
Byre is driven by anger and abandonment and Enon by guilt.


Elsewhere:

Up on the roof Enon sits knees drawn up with her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her expression is one of contemplation and frustration. Ever so often her wings shift, that being only signs that she is alive other than her eyes blinking.

[Silver Adept]

Silver's eyebrows took a worried tone. "Being the Keeper of this is more than just a lifelong job... it's an obsession. Doesn't have much room for love, or any other distraction, in it."

Silver points toward one of the staircases that led further up the building. "Walk with me, Keeper, please. My apologies for a harsh tone earlier. I am more used to working with constructs. It has been a while since I ran into an artifact that had beingness imbued in it."

Slowly reaching the stairs, he said, "Why? Why send a family member to replace the other. It's the surest way of causing jealousy. Is there some oath in their clan about keeping these shelves?"

[Enon]

The words appear on the page slowly;

There is no need to apologize for any misconceptions. Unusual circumstances have lead us to reveal information that is normally disclosed only to a Keeper and their heir. There is no specific clan that is to be a Keeper. Each Keeper as well as the council itself is composed of individuals who have found themselves drawn to the Shelves.
Do not address us as Keeper, we no longer bear the weight of that title. We are but a fraction of what composed the council. Address us as Lit.


The book floats alongside Silver the pages turning rapidly backwards and the forwards and backwards again. The pages turn slowly and the book stop, just before the pages stop.
The words are actually written already on the page not just appearing as they normally do.

This does not make sense. Why are the Shelves rejecting my choice? I've followed tradition and chosen one of the Guardians. The fact that I've become romantically involved with her is irrelevant. Byre knows what is expected of her. This girl has brought nothing but chaos since her arrival. She kows nothing of our way or the Shelves. I refuse to allow some outsider to take or threaten anything I value. Byre and the Shelves are mine.


The pages again turn rapidly before stopping on a forward motion.


Enonalya's predecessor was the most insync with the Shelves in generation. So much so he has melded his consciousness with that of the Shelves. Normally the Shelves reflect the inner personality of the current Keeper. As you might have notice there are some areas that Enonalya will refuse to go. She will lead you there but her actual participation of entering will not happen.
There are many different buildings that house the Shelves, but this building in particular houses what the council sees as the heart of the Shelves or what they like to call the Library of Enlightenment.
As for Keeper Enonalya and Guardian Byre, as far as anyone has been able to discover they are somewhat of a scientific aberration or rather unique. They are both descendants of some ancestral line genetic manipulation. It has been speculated that they are just carriers of a ressissive dominant genetic alteration. Neither of them have been near the sections of Shelves that would allow for a more in-depth analysis.

[Silver Adept]

"Lit, then." As he scans the words, his eyebrows pop up a little. "This looks to have been complicated. Is 'this girl' referring to Enonalya, then?" Silver tries to recall if there have been times where Enon refused to go down a particular shelf way in getting where she's supposed to go. He ponders the possibility of a unique genetic heritage for the two. "Hrm. Do you have any speculation or information about what this particular heritage may be for Byre and Enonalya?"

Continuing up the stairs, he tries to puzzle out the nature of the Shelves themselves. "The Shelves, then, take on the attributes and consciousnesses of their keepers. Good for increasing knowledge, not so good when there are things that might pull a Keeper away from the Shelves. Lit, to the best of your knowledge, away from the various consciousnesses that inhabit it, are the Shelves themselves an entity with will and direction?"