The Living Historians put everything they had into this library. Endless floors of books, some mix of old and new paper scents only identifiable to Khae as like the Biblioplex, except with cleaned-off surfaces, significantly less bad memories of staying up awfully late studying, and with the hum of technology.
But outside of spending time with her friends, Khae had little reason to hang about the library. There were endless, glowing streets, enough vendors of all shapes and sizes selling food, a hearty string of shops to accessorise, even get a new pair of cleats. Supposedly, Kamigawa had some technique to make the thorns on their bases grip even tighter into the ground, or so the advertisements said. And yet, her eyes remained on the cyan haze that was Dom.
She knew the rumours. Cast party gone badly, Dom constantly popping up everywhere Princess Biilzie went, the fake rumours Dom started specifically to fight anyone also talking about said rumours. ‘Whatever four-eyes is doing here, I don’t like it.’ Dom kept walking around the shelves, catching glances of books he didn’t really care about, with Khae standing around every corner. The game had begun, with every time she looked around to check his position, Dom would’ve already snuck off, only to be spotted on the other side of the room, appearing from some greenish-blue gap in the shelves that hadn’t existed before. “Bastard!” She shouted, before immediately being hushed. The familiar blanket of shame was tossed over her head, and Dom was once again out of her sights. She turned to the librarian who shushed her, “look I get it but… the guy teleporting around is a concern and I gotta talk to him okay?”
“We speak with respect here, and we do so quietly.” Her tone was cold, stiffened enough to cut through steel without effort. Khae gave her this drooping look, something like disappointment and apologising as she shuffled over to the elevators. ‘Must’ve gotten higher up. Technomancy is… crap, I don’t know what floor, there must be something on the guide… wait, where’s the fourth floor button? Odd.’