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★ █ SHE’S GOT A STACK OF BOOKS half a mile high in her arms, and they all get dropped on one of the tables with a resounding thud -- and go spilling all across in a frenzy of bindings and pages. Marisa doesn’t look all that upset, though; one would almost think that she intended to spread them out across one of the tables exactly like this, gazing upon the mess with a somewhat sentimental look. Then she begins flipping them all open to seeming random pages.
<<Geez, it’s been ages since I got to look at some stuff from another world -- >> Given she’d gotten banned from every library in existence in that unnameable city that remains in her memory, this was a real treat. <<Some of it ain’t even in a language I recognize... huh. What are these pictures even supposed to be? Symbols, too...>>
<<...It looks like gibberish to me.>> Perhaps she should have been more careful in her selection before excitedly running off to look through it all. The first of many books gets tossed off to the side of the table with little care.










