Just a little fear

(The Magnus Archives oc-rp blog No NSFW, please mention who you’re asking)

[bunchofavatars]

Hello

This is a collaborative blog with too many servants of different entities. Not everyone is going to be active, but I felt like we should do… some type of introduction.

My name is Amir. I am a part of the beholding and most likely the person holding this all together. He/Him.

I’ll go next! I’m Marina, one with the wonderful vast, the ocean, still unexplored. Got myself a little business with the help of Simon. He doesn’t approve of some people I hired. She/Her!

Name’s Michael. NOT CREW OR SHELLEY OR DISTORTION OR WHATEVER! I’m of the buried, surprisingly working with Marina. He/Him

My turn? The name is Morrison, I had to have a name. I may distort your world a tad… Perhaps a little maze… Any and all!

Berry! Been Told I’m Good At Hugs? (Amir here: any pronoun…. I think, one of the strangers…)

Right, so some did not want to introduce themselves. So I’ll do that then. Raven, lives in the dark one of the dark, shey/sher. Cyra, desolation, they/them and she/her. Azrael, end, he/him. Jamie, flesh, they/them. Hunter, not surprisingly one of the hunt, zie/zim. Jessica, lonely, she/her. Works with Marina. Thian, slaughter, xe/xim. Emil, corruption, he/him, please be gentle he’s new.

I can introduce myself! I’m Ananasi, the reason everyone (more or less) agreed to this! With the web, any pronoun.

Right, that is everyone. Asks and submissions are open for interactions.

(( ooc: No NSFW, please mention who you’re asking, admin behind this mess of a blog is also admin of @artinartifact and @jinxedbooks ))

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[every-hour-every-day]

"Yeah, I did"

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

"I'm curious, is Amir here? I was hoping to speak with him."

[bunchofavatars]

His smile turned to a frown for a brief second. He hadn’t seen Amir enter but he was aware of the Spiral avatar that came and went and was part of the mission. So not seeing him was not exactly an indication that Amir wasn’t back yet. Saying ‘I don’t know’ might be a bit unprofessional to a customer. He didn’t dare to ask the Eye for help either since the customer didn’t seem fully human.

“Did you have an appointment?” He smiled again. Praying to hear Amir or any of the weird friends come back anytime soon. Preferably in the next three seconds.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Uh, no I don't, but I heard my students talk about this place so much I thought I'd check it out and have a chat with the person who runs it."

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Ah. That is understandable. Yes. No. That- Hm-“

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He should just have shut up and look for Amir. So much for trying to stay low.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Technically?"

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Ezra certainly didn't expect this. Maybe this supposed second owner was mentioned but he just ignored it? He wasn't sure.

[bunchofavatars]

“I’ve been on a… extended… vacation.”

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Fuck, he hadn’t even been considered alive in the UK for so long. That wasn’t a vacation. But his name was still on the official site for the shop.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Right..."

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

"I should apologise, here I am asking to meet with the owner and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Ezra Jones, what's your name?"

[bunchofavatars]

“Don’t worry. I’m Sam Carter.” He held his hand out.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Perhaps it would have been easier if his parents had named him something longer. Not like he was against Sam, but correcting people got irritating early.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Sam. It's nice to meet you."

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

"Your vacation hasn't impeded any knowledge you have on the shop, I hope?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Oh, absolutely not. I have a good memory and quite a lot of knowledge.” He chuckled before remembering to be careful.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

“Of course it could be one of the cats too. I’ll be back in just a minute.”

[every-hour-every-day]

"No problem, take all the time you need" Ezra wasn't the most patient person, he wasn't too sure why he said that, but he'd rather wait than finding nothing out.

'I get suspicious people can have pets, but... I wanna see the cats even if there's something shady going on.'

Ezra sighed slightly. Of course they did.

[bunchofavatars]

Sam hurried to the back and opened the door to chaos.

Amir was sat on the floor, his right leg pulled up a bit as he pressed his hands to a spot bit under the knee, seemingly in pain. A bit to the right of him was Hunter and Thian that seemed to have fallen over each other. There was some cursing as the two tried to move from each other. Marina was apologising as she put a photo up on the wall again and Morrison sat on the desk taking it all in.

“What the hell happened?” Sam half whispered.

“You have eyes to use. Get the fuck off me Thian!”

“More powerful avatars than we thought.” Marina shrugged, backing from the wall.

“Amir?”

“It’ll heal.” Amir grimaced as he pulled his hands away, a big red spot that seemed to get bigger. “Can you get me some bandages and new pair of trousers? Not sure how long it’ll take.”

“I’ll take you!” Morrison got up as the others said ‘No!’ in unison.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sam whispered. “There’s someone that wants to meet you Amir. I’ll get the things just be quiet.”

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra lightly tapped his fingers on the register desk as he waited. He glanced around and looked at their relfection in a close by object.

"So, what do we think so far?" He muttered.

'Of the fact we haven't met the actual owner and that Sam is a bit shady?'

"I- yeah, that."

'It's interesting. We've not been given reason to be on edge yet, but there's still every likely hood that Sam, and maybe Amir, are like us'

"And not friendly." Ezra finished Lucien's sentence.

'Exactly.'

He sighed. They really weren't a patient person.

[bunchofavatars]

Sam came back down a minute later. By then Hunter and Thian had moved to the tiny break room, Marina and Morrison was nowhere to be seen.

“Hurry up.” Sam threw the bandages and trousers at Amir. He then hurried back to the shop.

“So sorry about it. Amir was a bit clumsy. Give him a minute and he’ll be right here. You wanted the book, right? I have time to fix that.”

[every-hour-every-day]

"It's alright. Uh yeah, the book, of course."

Ezra glanced to where the back was.

"I hope Amir is alright, sounded like quite the crash"

He'd rather feign some concern than outright make it seem like he was suspicious of what happened.

[bunchofavatars]

“He’s fine. It’s just a mess back there. Good book choice.”

He scanned the book and put the book in a bag. Hoping he could save the mess.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Thank you, I first read it back in 1995 and hadn't since, so I was delighted to see it here"

It was one of the first books he read after waking up, so he was quite fond of it. He took the bag and glanced around for a moment.

"So, how much longer will Amir take?"

[bunchofavatars]

“I’m here, sorry for the long wait.” Amir appeared by the door behind Sam.

There was no longer any blood on his clothes, he looked the same as he always did. Sam spun around, gave him a quick smile and nod to the back. He didn’t say a word as he moved to the back and Amir took his previous place.

“Right. You wanted to speak with me?”

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[every-hour-every-day]

"Yeah, I did"

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

"I'm curious, is Amir here? I was hoping to speak with him."

[bunchofavatars]

His smile turned to a frown for a brief second. He hadn’t seen Amir enter but he was aware of the Spiral avatar that came and went and was part of the mission. So not seeing him was not exactly an indication that Amir wasn’t back yet. Saying ‘I don’t know’ might be a bit unprofessional to a customer. He didn’t dare to ask the Eye for help either since the customer didn’t seem fully human.

“Did you have an appointment?” He smiled again. Praying to hear Amir or any of the weird friends come back anytime soon. Preferably in the next three seconds.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Uh, no I don't, but I heard my students talk about this place so much I thought I'd check it out and have a chat with the person who runs it."

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Ah. That is understandable. Yes. No. That- Hm-“

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He should just have shut up and look for Amir. So much for trying to stay low.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Technically?"

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Ezra certainly didn't expect this. Maybe this supposed second owner was mentioned but he just ignored it? He wasn't sure.

[bunchofavatars]

“I’ve been on a… extended… vacation.”

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Fuck, he hadn’t even been considered alive in the UK for so long. That wasn’t a vacation. But his name was still on the official site for the shop.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Right..."

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

"I should apologise, here I am asking to meet with the owner and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Ezra Jones, what's your name?"

[bunchofavatars]

“Don’t worry. I’m Sam Carter.” He held his hand out.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Perhaps it would have been easier if his parents had named him something longer. Not like he was against Sam, but correcting people got irritating early.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Sam. It's nice to meet you."

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

"Your vacation hasn't impeded any knowledge you have on the shop, I hope?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Oh, absolutely not. I have a good memory and quite a lot of knowledge.” He chuckled before remembering to be careful.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

“Of course it could be one of the cats too. I’ll be back in just a minute.”

[every-hour-every-day]

"No problem, take all the time you need" Ezra wasn't the most patient person, he wasn't too sure why he said that, but he'd rather wait than finding nothing out.

'I get suspicious people can have pets, but... I wanna see the cats even if there's something shady going on.'

Ezra sighed slightly. Of course they did.

[bunchofavatars]

Sam hurried to the back and opened the door to chaos.

Amir was sat on the floor, his right leg pulled up a bit as he pressed his hands to a spot bit under the knee, seemingly in pain. A bit to the right of him was Hunter and Thian that seemed to have fallen over each other. There was some cursing as the two tried to move from each other. Marina was apologising as she put a photo up on the wall again and Morrison sat on the desk taking it all in.

“What the hell happened?” Sam half whispered.

“You have eyes to use. Get the fuck off me Thian!”

“More powerful avatars than we thought.” Marina shrugged, backing from the wall.

“Amir?”

“It’ll heal.” Amir grimaced as he pulled his hands away, a big red spot that seemed to get bigger. “Can you get me some bandages and new pair of trousers? Not sure how long it’ll take.”

“I’ll take you!” Morrison got up as the others said ‘No!’ in unison.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sam whispered. “There’s someone that wants to meet you Amir. I’ll get the things just be quiet.”

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra lightly tapped his fingers on the register desk as he waited. He glanced around and looked at their relfection in a close by object.

"So, what do we think so far?" He muttered.

'Of the fact we haven't met the actual owner and that Sam is a bit shady?'

"I- yeah, that."

'It's interesting. We've not been given reason to be on edge yet, but there's still every likely hood that Sam, and maybe Amir, are like us'

"And not friendly." Ezra finished Lucien's sentence.

'Exactly.'

He sighed. They really weren't a patient person.

[bunchofavatars]

Sam came back down a minute later. By then Hunter and Thian had moved to the tiny break room, Marina and Morrison was nowhere to be seen.

“Hurry up.” Sam threw the bandages and trousers at Amir. He then hurried back to the shop.

“So sorry about it. Amir was a bit clumsy. Give him a minute and he’ll be right here. You wanted the book, right? I have time to fix that.”

[every-hour-every-day]

"It's alright. Uh yeah, the book, of course."

Ezra glanced to where the back was.

"I hope Amir is alright, sounded like quite the crash"

He'd rather feign some concern than outright make it seem like he was suspicious of what happened.

[bunchofavatars]

“He’s fine. It’s just a mess back there. Good book choice.”

He scanned the book and put the book in a bag. Hoping he could save the mess.

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[every-hour-every-day]

"Yeah, I did"

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

"I'm curious, is Amir here? I was hoping to speak with him."

[bunchofavatars]

His smile turned to a frown for a brief second. He hadn’t seen Amir enter but he was aware of the Spiral avatar that came and went and was part of the mission. So not seeing him was not exactly an indication that Amir wasn’t back yet. Saying ‘I don’t know’ might be a bit unprofessional to a customer. He didn’t dare to ask the Eye for help either since the customer didn’t seem fully human.

“Did you have an appointment?” He smiled again. Praying to hear Amir or any of the weird friends come back anytime soon. Preferably in the next three seconds.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Uh, no I don't, but I heard my students talk about this place so much I thought I'd check it out and have a chat with the person who runs it."

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Ah. That is understandable. Yes. No. That- Hm-“

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He should just have shut up and look for Amir. So much for trying to stay low.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Technically?"

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Ezra certainly didn't expect this. Maybe this supposed second owner was mentioned but he just ignored it? He wasn't sure.

[bunchofavatars]

“I’ve been on a… extended… vacation.”

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Fuck, he hadn’t even been considered alive in the UK for so long. That wasn’t a vacation. But his name was still on the official site for the shop.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Right..."

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

"I should apologise, here I am asking to meet with the owner and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Ezra Jones, what's your name?"

[bunchofavatars]

“Don’t worry. I’m Sam Carter.” He held his hand out.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Perhaps it would have been easier if his parents had named him something longer. Not like he was against Sam, but correcting people got irritating early.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Sam. It's nice to meet you."

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

"Your vacation hasn't impeded any knowledge you have on the shop, I hope?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Oh, absolutely not. I have a good memory and quite a lot of knowledge.” He chuckled before remembering to be careful.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

“Of course it could be one of the cats too. I’ll be back in just a minute.”

[every-hour-every-day]

"No problem, take all the time you need" Ezra wasn't the most patient person, he wasn't too sure why he said that, but he'd rather wait than finding nothing out.

'I get suspicious people can have pets, but... I wanna see the cats even if there's something shady going on.'

Ezra sighed slightly. Of course they did.

[bunchofavatars]

Sam hurried to the back and opened the door to chaos.

Amir was sat on the floor, his right leg pulled up a bit as he pressed his hands to a spot bit under the knee, seemingly in pain. A bit to the right of him was Hunter and Thian that seemed to have fallen over each other. There was some cursing as the two tried to move from each other. Marina was apologising as she put a photo up on the wall again and Morrison sat on the desk taking it all in.

“What the hell happened?” Sam half whispered.

“You have eyes to use. Get the fuck off me Thian!”

“More powerful avatars than we thought.” Marina shrugged, backing from the wall.

“Amir?”

“It’ll heal.” Amir grimaced as he pulled his hands away, a big red spot that seemed to get bigger. “Can you get me some bandages and new pair of trousers? Not sure how long it’ll take.”

“I’ll take you!” Morrison got up as the others said ‘No!’ in unison.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sam whispered. “There’s someone that wants to meet you Amir. I’ll get the things just be quiet.”

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra lightly tapped his fingers on the register desk as he waited. He glanced around and looked at their relfection in a close by object.

"So, what do we think so far?" He muttered.

'Of the fact we haven't met the actual owner and that Sam is a bit shady?'

"I- yeah, that."

'It's interesting. We've not been given reason to be on edge yet, but there's still every likely hood that Sam, and maybe Amir, are like us'

"And not friendly." Ezra finished Lucien's sentence.

'Exactly.'

He sighed. They really weren't a patient person.

[bunchofavatars]

Sam came back down a minute later. By then Hunter and Thian had moved to the tiny break room, Marina and Morrison was nowhere to be seen.

“Hurry up.” Sam threw the bandages and trousers at Amir. He then hurried back to the shop.

“So sorry about it. Amir was a bit clumsy. Give him a minute and he’ll be right here. You wanted the book, right? I have time to fix that.”

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[every-hour-every-day]

"Yeah, I did"

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

"I'm curious, is Amir here? I was hoping to speak with him."

[bunchofavatars]

His smile turned to a frown for a brief second. He hadn’t seen Amir enter but he was aware of the Spiral avatar that came and went and was part of the mission. So not seeing him was not exactly an indication that Amir wasn’t back yet. Saying ‘I don’t know’ might be a bit unprofessional to a customer. He didn’t dare to ask the Eye for help either since the customer didn’t seem fully human.

“Did you have an appointment?” He smiled again. Praying to hear Amir or any of the weird friends come back anytime soon. Preferably in the next three seconds.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Uh, no I don't, but I heard my students talk about this place so much I thought I'd check it out and have a chat with the person who runs it."

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Ah. That is understandable. Yes. No. That- Hm-“

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He should just have shut up and look for Amir. So much for trying to stay low.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Technically?"

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Ezra certainly didn't expect this. Maybe this supposed second owner was mentioned but he just ignored it? He wasn't sure.

[bunchofavatars]

“I’ve been on a… extended… vacation.”

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Fuck, he hadn’t even been considered alive in the UK for so long. That wasn’t a vacation. But his name was still on the official site for the shop.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Right..."

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

"I should apologise, here I am asking to meet with the owner and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Ezra Jones, what's your name?"

[bunchofavatars]

“Don’t worry. I’m Sam Carter.” He held his hand out.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Perhaps it would have been easier if his parents had named him something longer. Not like he was against Sam, but correcting people got irritating early.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Sam. It's nice to meet you."

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

"Your vacation hasn't impeded any knowledge you have on the shop, I hope?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Oh, absolutely not. I have a good memory and quite a lot of knowledge.” He chuckled before remembering to be careful.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

“Of course it could be one of the cats too. I’ll be back in just a minute.”

[every-hour-every-day]

"No problem, take all the time you need" Ezra wasn't the most patient person, he wasn't too sure why he said that, but he'd rather wait than finding nothing out.

'I get suspicious people can have pets, but... I wanna see the cats even if there's something shady going on.'

Ezra sighed slightly. Of course they did.

[bunchofavatars]

Sam hurried to the back and opened the door to chaos.

Amir was sat on the floor, his right leg pulled up a bit as he pressed his hands to a spot bit under the knee, seemingly in pain. A bit to the right of him was Hunter and Thian that seemed to have fallen over each other. There was some cursing as the two tried to move from each other. Marina was apologising as she put a photo up on the wall again and Morrison sat on the desk taking it all in.

“What the hell happened?” Sam half whispered.

“You have eyes to use. Get the fuck off me Thian!”

“More powerful avatars than we thought.” Marina shrugged, backing from the wall.

“Amir?”

“It’ll heal.” Amir grimaced as he pulled his hands away, a big red spot that seemed to get bigger. “Can you get me some bandages and new pair of trousers? Not sure how long it’ll take.”

“I’ll take you!” Morrison got up as the others said ‘No!’ in unison.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sam whispered. “There’s someone that wants to meet you Amir. I’ll get the things just be quiet.”

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[every-hour-every-day]

"Yeah, I did"

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

"I'm curious, is Amir here? I was hoping to speak with him."

[bunchofavatars]

His smile turned to a frown for a brief second. He hadn’t seen Amir enter but he was aware of the Spiral avatar that came and went and was part of the mission. So not seeing him was not exactly an indication that Amir wasn’t back yet. Saying ‘I don’t know’ might be a bit unprofessional to a customer. He didn’t dare to ask the Eye for help either since the customer didn’t seem fully human.

“Did you have an appointment?” He smiled again. Praying to hear Amir or any of the weird friends come back anytime soon. Preferably in the next three seconds.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Uh, no I don't, but I heard my students talk about this place so much I thought I'd check it out and have a chat with the person who runs it."

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Ah. That is understandable. Yes. No. That- Hm-“

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He should just have shut up and look for Amir. So much for trying to stay low.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Technically?"

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Ezra certainly didn't expect this. Maybe this supposed second owner was mentioned but he just ignored it? He wasn't sure.

[bunchofavatars]

“I’ve been on a… extended… vacation.”

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Fuck, he hadn’t even been considered alive in the UK for so long. That wasn’t a vacation. But his name was still on the official site for the shop.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Right..."

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

"I should apologise, here I am asking to meet with the owner and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Ezra Jones, what's your name?"

[bunchofavatars]

“Don’t worry. I’m Sam Carter.” He held his hand out.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Perhaps it would have been easier if his parents had named him something longer. Not like he was against Sam, but correcting people got irritating early.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Sam. It's nice to meet you."

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

"Your vacation hasn't impeded any knowledge you have on the shop, I hope?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Oh, absolutely not. I have a good memory and quite a lot of knowledge.” He chuckled before remembering to be careful.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

“Of course it could be one of the cats too. I’ll be back in just a minute.”

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[every-hour-every-day]

"Yeah, I did"

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

"I'm curious, is Amir here? I was hoping to speak with him."

[bunchofavatars]

His smile turned to a frown for a brief second. He hadn’t seen Amir enter but he was aware of the Spiral avatar that came and went and was part of the mission. So not seeing him was not exactly an indication that Amir wasn’t back yet. Saying ‘I don’t know’ might be a bit unprofessional to a customer. He didn’t dare to ask the Eye for help either since the customer didn’t seem fully human.

“Did you have an appointment?” He smiled again. Praying to hear Amir or any of the weird friends come back anytime soon. Preferably in the next three seconds.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Uh, no I don't, but I heard my students talk about this place so much I thought I'd check it out and have a chat with the person who runs it."

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Ah. That is understandable. Yes. No. That- Hm-“

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He should just have shut up and look for Amir. So much for trying to stay low.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Technically?"

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Ezra certainly didn't expect this. Maybe this supposed second owner was mentioned but he just ignored it? He wasn't sure.

[bunchofavatars]

“I’ve been on a… extended… vacation.”

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Fuck, he hadn’t even been considered alive in the UK for so long. That wasn’t a vacation. But his name was still on the official site for the shop.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Right..."

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

"I should apologise, here I am asking to meet with the owner and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Ezra Jones, what's your name?"

[bunchofavatars]

“Don’t worry. I’m Sam Carter.” He held his hand out.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Perhaps it would have been easier if his parents had named him something longer. Not like he was against Sam, but correcting people got irritating early.

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[every-hour-every-day]

"Yeah, I did"

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

"I'm curious, is Amir here? I was hoping to speak with him."

[bunchofavatars]

His smile turned to a frown for a brief second. He hadn’t seen Amir enter but he was aware of the Spiral avatar that came and went and was part of the mission. So not seeing him was not exactly an indication that Amir wasn’t back yet. Saying ‘I don’t know’ might be a bit unprofessional to a customer. He didn’t dare to ask the Eye for help either since the customer didn’t seem fully human.

“Did you have an appointment?” He smiled again. Praying to hear Amir or any of the weird friends come back anytime soon. Preferably in the next three seconds.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Uh, no I don't, but I heard my students talk about this place so much I thought I'd check it out and have a chat with the person who runs it."

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Ah. That is understandable. Yes. No. That- Hm-“

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He should just have shut up and look for Amir. So much for trying to stay low.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Technically?"

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Ezra certainly didn't expect this. Maybe this supposed second owner was mentioned but he just ignored it? He wasn't sure.

[bunchofavatars]

“I’ve been on a… extended… vacation.”

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Fuck, he hadn’t even been considered alive in the UK for so long. That wasn’t a vacation. But his name was still on the official site for the shop.

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[every-hour-every-day]

"Yeah, I did"

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

"I'm curious, is Amir here? I was hoping to speak with him."

[bunchofavatars]

His smile turned to a frown for a brief second. He hadn’t seen Amir enter but he was aware of the Spiral avatar that came and went and was part of the mission. So not seeing him was not exactly an indication that Amir wasn’t back yet. Saying ‘I don’t know’ might be a bit unprofessional to a customer. He didn’t dare to ask the Eye for help either since the customer didn’t seem fully human.

“Did you have an appointment?” He smiled again. Praying to hear Amir or any of the weird friends come back anytime soon. Preferably in the next three seconds.

[every-hour-every-day]

"Uh, no I don't, but I heard my students talk about this place so much I thought I'd check it out and have a chat with the person who runs it."

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

[bunchofavatars]

”Ah. That is understandable. Yes. No. That- Hm-“

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He should just have shut up and look for Amir. So much for trying to stay low.

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[every-hour-every-day]

"Yeah, I did"

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

"I'm curious, is Amir here? I was hoping to speak with him."

[bunchofavatars]

His smile turned to a frown for a brief second. He hadn’t seen Amir enter but he was aware of the Spiral avatar that came and went and was part of the mission. So not seeing him was not exactly an indication that Amir wasn’t back yet. Saying ‘I don’t know’ might be a bit unprofessional to a customer. He didn’t dare to ask the Eye for help either since the customer didn’t seem fully human.

“Did you have an appointment?” He smiled again. Praying to hear Amir or any of the weird friends come back anytime soon. Preferably in the next three seconds.

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[every-hour-every-day]

Ezra squinted at the man, while pretending to be browsing the books ocassionally. Certainly didn't look like how his students described Amir, probably an employee of his then. His eyes though...

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra turned and headed to the register, with the book in hand, titled 'To the Lighthouse'.

[bunchofavatars]

The man put down the two books when Ezra approached. He had tried to look busy for an hour after running out of things to do, normally he’d ask Amir but he was ‘gone for some hours’ and managed to keep what he was doing from the new person.

“Hello there!” He smiled. “Did you find everything you wanted?”

[bunchofavatars]

When Ezra had heard about a certain bookshop some of his students had mentioned in class a few times, specifically about the owner, well he knew he had to check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

The man inside seemed to be the same height and age but that’s where the similarities ended. This man was white with short, wavy ginger hair. Eyes a bit too green.

[bunchofavatars]

Been a long while but did you find out who was stalking your boss?

Yes! Some ‘old’ man Sam. I’m still trying to get information about this but neither is talking about it???

Emil’s new year resolution is to find some physical answers. There has to be some recording or paper or photos or something about this guy - Raven

[bunchofavatars]

im havin somuch fun :D

😂😇🥳

[bunchofavatars]

have you found any more info on who broke in?

Not yet. But we’re a bit closer!

Amir thinks it’s an avatar of the Eye who’s just more powerful otherwise he probably would have known by now. This doesn’t help much tho bc… well… he doesn’t know any other Eye avatars except for like Elias and even then it’s more of a “oh, he does this and I met him once” not “Oh, I’m going to have weekly meeting with him”

- Raven

[bunchofavatars]

It'd been a few months since the attack at the Library, and Andrew decided to finally have a break of some kind. Sure he wasn't injured and everyone was fine, but that didn't mean things didn't change, and not entirely for the better in his opinion.

So that's how Andrew found himself outside a bookshop, one that one of Casey's friends recommended. He opened the door and walked in, glancing around as he did.

@the-fallow-library

Amir was the only worker currently in the shop. He had sent out Emil a bit earlier to take his break while there was still a tiny amount of sun outside.

“Welcome in, can I help you?” He said without a hint of hesitation. He had stopped in the middle of the shop, meant to walk towards the back. He held a grumpy looking kitten that he had just managed to get down from one of the shelves. The 12 minutes, 50 seconds he tried to get him down luckily unnoticed by anyone.

[the-fallow-library]

Andrew looked toward where the voice was

"Oh, uh I'm not sure. Just glancing around is all, so I don't know what I'm looking for yet."

It's been a bit hard for Andrew to know exactly what he wants for a few months now. He's just been... existing, living day to day in routine.

[bunchofavatars]

“Right, of course.” Amir nodded.

It was a pretty common answer, often followed by ‘actually, I won’t buy anything’ as they look closer at books. He hoped it wouldn’t be the case now but he held his hoped down. There was more important things happening.

“Well, if you need me for anything, I’ll be around.” He said before starting his walk to the back. “Once I dropped this one off…”

[bunchofavatars]

It'd been a few months since the attack at the Library, and Andrew decided to finally have a break of some kind. Sure he wasn't injured and everyone was fine, but that didn't mean things didn't change, and not entirely for the better in his opinion.

So that's how Andrew found himself outside a bookshop, one that one of Casey's friends recommended. He opened the door and walked in, glancing around as he did.

@the-fallow-library

Amir was the only worker currently in the shop. He had sent out Emil a bit earlier to take his break while there was still a tiny amount of sun outside.

“Welcome in, can I help you?” He said without a hint of hesitation. He had stopped in the middle of the shop, meant to walk towards the back. He held a grumpy looking kitten that he had just managed to get down from one of the shelves. The 12 minutes, 50 seconds he tried to get him down luckily unnoticed by anyone.