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Poseidon speaking snapped Ardernos out of his ruminating, and at the mention of Ava being divine there was a moment where his anger towards gods rose to the surface, but he had quickly pushed it back down. "You misunderstood. I would not try to twist it against you. No, I'd concoct a tale of me striking to suddenly. When my first blow did not bring you down we engaged in a fierce battle where you ultimately came out the victor. Something like that is the tale I would weave." He had a smile as if he was proud of coming up with such a lie on the spot as his smile faded. "As for why I must play the villian, it is my part to play in life. I have heard many say that we are all the heroes of our own stories, but I am the villian even in my own. Wherever I find even another than there is need of a villian." He would take up some of the books amd place them in the proper order. He was taking his time to ensure that he did this right. "The gods and fates deemed that a villian to the world was needed, and both conspired to make me into a villian. I do not know why they wished for me to play that part, but there was nothing that could be done. Even in my attempts to take fate into my own hands inevitably led to the very outcome I had sought to prevent. And so I became the villian to all." He thought back to what he had tried to do. He could never be a true villian though. He could never intentionally cause harm to those who did not deserve it. He still found ways to be a villian despite that though. "So of course, as the villian, the hero shall always win. Nor is the villian allowed a moments peace. The role of every villian is to take the stage, be vanquished, and never return."

The cat's eyes delight in amusement and he chuckles to himself, bordering on a laugh at this man before him. "... And you feel a need to even weave a tale, why?" He asks in amusement. The cat smiles knowingly, like he knows exactly how this tale ends and how the future will be. The cat purrs to himself. "... You can run and you can hide and you can play this role you put for yourself, but you are not the villain here. You are just a man who has been through hell. The Library has a way of stripping people to their bare minimum -- whether it's by Ava's hand or by the Library itself being a sanctuary..."

The cat chuckles. "You can run, Ardernos, but you cannot hide, as I said... and who is to say that is how stories end?" He asks, amusement dancing in the cat's eyes. "Sometimes the villain may just be the hero everyone needs. It is precisely because you have seen the darkness and yet you choose to be gentle in the fact you would bend the truth to make me look better... you have a good heart. You can hide it from anyone else, but not from a cat." He lays a paw to the man's leg. "... You cannot hide it from Ava either. Because she is deaf, she hears better then most... and she also sees right through you."

With that the cat moves to finish putting up the books before responding; "You seek to play the villain to a woman who has already been the villain, the vigilante, and the hero. She knows how this script ends and so do I." He purrs. "In time you will understand all of this... or you could leave and choose not to face it. The question is how strong is your pride and your resolve to stand against such a thing... and how much do you hate being stripped down to your bare state as just a man, and exposed before the Librarian at the end of time?"

He leaves him with that question as he goes to finish putting the books away on his end and then turns to look at him quietly.

"I...admit i can see myself staying here. Perhaps leaving every so often to bring some of my favorite forms of tea, food, and to simply step out from time to time. But at the same time it is hard for me to believe that I could ever have a sanctuary. Especially with one who has grasped divinity. It is nothing against Ms. Ava, but on many worlds I have been gods treat mortals as their playthings."

He flick his hand with a few quick words and a ball of light appeared in his palm.

"It is part of why I love magic so. At first when I discovered it I thought of it as something wonderous. Something that opened the door to infinite opportunities, and could help so many. Than I began to make deals and packs with all forms of magical beings. I declined deals with those who asked for things i did not wish to part with."

With a sigh he closed his palm snuffing out the magical ball of light.

"I do not fear being exposed. For at the core of myself is a man who wished to help, who pursues magic out of both love for it and what it could do, and who wishes to return to his home and free the people of those who claim dominion over all."

He will follow Poseidon as footfalls were slightly heavier than before. He knew what he wanted to do one day. Killing gods would make him quite the villian to many. But ultimately they also shackled people.

"What i fear is being judged. That is why i take up the mantle of villian. So that I know what to expect from others."

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"I have no doubt you could rend my physical form easily, and perhaps my spiritual one as well. I'm sure I could twist the event should Ms. Ava see me in such a state. I shall have to think on the monolog I'd give in such a circumstance." Perhaps claiming that Poseidon had simply defended himself. It would not be difficult to weave such a story. "Now, I must admit the question confuses me. Ms. Ava said that the books need to be placed in the medical wing. Our friend here, I've noticed, shifts as it pleases. I found historical documents of my world so I do not need help locating those. Or do you mean for the question to be a test?" He'd stop walking, put a hand on his chin and stare up at the ceiling. "Though if that was your intent than surely it would be more than a simple question. Could this be about making me examine myself on deeper level? Possible as it is abstract enough. But if that is the case than what is it i am supposed to be looking for within myself?" Ardernos seems to have become lost in his own thoughts as he quietly contemplates the question itself, and at times circling back on his own logic. If not snapped out of it he could be stuck like this the rest of the day.

Poseidon scoffs. "--- And she would take my side every time, Vagabond. You forget who her familiar is." He chuckles. "It's not a test. I genuinely was just asking." The cat snickers. "If you've found the knowledge you seek, let us continue." The cat leads the way to the Medical Wing and upon finding the correct shelves, the cat raises a paw and points up to some empty spaces.

"The books go there. To clarify, Ava does everything by hand. We rarely use magic here despite how this Library seems." The cat shrugs and moves to take some of the books in his jaws and stack them on the lower shelves, using his paw to slide them into place. "It's a remnant of things because Ava is a human but she became a divinity through the powers of the Library."

His tail swishes behind him.

"You claim you must play the villain here. Why?" He looks up at him. "There is no one to fight. No one to cause you problems. This is a place of sanctuary for the broken and damned and Ava is its Librarian. I am her guardian. If you desire to play the villain, fine, but I will warn you she will win." He chuckles. "You have no idea how terrifying she can be without even lifting a weapon."

"Her spirit animal is the Fox for a reason."

Poseidon speaking snaped Ardernos out of his ruminating, and at the mention of Ava being divine there was a moment where his anger towards gods rose to the surface, but he had quickly pushed it back down.

"You misunderstood. I would not try to twist it against you. No, I'd concoct a tale of me striking to suddenly. When my first blow did not bring you down we engaged in a firce battle where you ultimately came out the victor. Something like that is the tale I would weave." He had a smile as if he was proud of coming up with such a lie on the spot as his smile faded.

"As for why I must play the villian, it is my part to play in life. I have heard many say that we are all the heroes of our own stories, but I am the villian even in my own. Wherever I find even another than there is need of a villian."

He would take up some of the books amd place them in the proper order. He was taking his time to ensure that he did this right.

"The gods and fates deemed that a villian to the world was needed, and both conspired to make me into a villian. I do not know why they wished for me to play that part, but there was nothing that could be done. Even in my attempts to take fate into my own hands inevitably led to the very outcome I had sought to prevent. And so I became the villian to all."

He thought back to what he had tried to do. He could never be a true villian though. He could never intentionally cause harm to those who did not deserve it. He still found ways to be a villian despite that though.

"So of course, as the villian, the hero shall always win. Nor is the villian allowed a moments peace. The role of every villian is to take the stage, be vanquished, and never return."

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"I shall return with tea for us both." He said before giving a slight bow and leaving her to her work. Than he made a handsign in the shape an animal head, spoke words of power, and there was a gentle slight that enveloped for a moment. "Alright sir Poseidon, I have just cast a spell from home world called Beast Speech. For the rest of the day I shall be able to understand your every word and instruction. Now, if i interpreted your gaze correctly..." He paused looking back to ensure Ava would not be able to see his lips before looking back to Poseidon. "Rest, sir. I have been playing the villian across many worlds, and I would simply like a break from it all. I have gathered more than enough power that to delve our friend for more would be like a fisherman diving into the ocean to catch his fish. There is certainly knowledge to be gained, but the thrill of exploring other worlds is the unknown of it all. The only thing I have not found in my travels is a place where I am not the mask that I wear."

Poseidon listens. The cat seems deeply amused as they walk and he leads the way. He chuffs. A single masculine voice rings out; "... Very well. I'll be watching you then, Dark Warrior. I have yet to decide if I like you or not." He continues walking. "If I do not, you will end up my scratch post... and that alone with these claws?" He holds up his paw, unsheathing his massive claws with pride. "... I highly doubt you'll be standing." He chuckles to himself.

"Now tell me... What is it you're looking for? This Library is vast. It has wings. Help me narrow it down."

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Perhaps claiming that Poseidon had simply defended himself. It would not be difficult to weave such a story.

"Now, I must admit the question confuses me. Ms. Ava said that the books need to be placed in the medical wing. Our friend here, I've noticed, shifts as it pleases. I found historical documents of my world so I do not need help locating those. Or do you mean for the question to be a test?"

He'd stop walking, put a hand on his chin and stare up at the ceiling. "Though if that was your intent than surely it would be more than a simple question. Could this be about making me examine myself on deeper level? Possible as it is abstract enough. But if that is the case than what is it i am supposed to be looking for within myself?"

Ardernos seems to have become lost in his own thoughts as he quietly contemplates the question itself, and at times circling back on his own logic. If not snapped out of it he could be stuck like this the rest of the day.

(Putting up Oswald, 'Wizard', Argent the mech pilot as a test muse before I officially add him. Like this for a starter with him)

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Sign language is something I was once proficient in. I once had a friend who could not hear, so I endeavored to learn." He said as he made hand signs, spoke words of power, and a floating disk appeared. He'd than take the books and place them on the disk. "It is no trouble for me to learn and use a form of communication that allows your voice rest. Though it will be sometime yet before I am able to fully communicate once more." "As for speaking with animals, I do know of various spells that can allow one to do so for various lengths of time. One such spell, Commune with Nature, allows one to understand the world around them as some elves do. Though something simple should suffice. Shall I fetch you some coffee or tea on my return?" He knew where the kitchen was, and had utilized it a few times himself. Speaking of he would have to ask whoever did the stocking if they could pop around to his world. There was a particular blend of tea he was starting to miss. If the supplier still existed that was, and if the plant that it came from was not extinct.

She smiles and she says softly; "Tea, if he's inclined. Chamomile." With that she says then says softly; "Take your time. Explore. Read. Don't hurry on my account." With that, she goes back to her work.

Poseidon, slowly approaches the man and nudges him, chuffing. He then turns and leads the way to some aisles. He stops and looks to the man in question; What is it you're looking for, stranger? Patient yellow eyes wait for an answer.

"Alright sir Poseidon, I have just cast a spell from home world called Beast Speech. For the rest of the day I shall be able to understand your every word and instruction. Now, if i interpreted your gaze correctly..." He paused looking back to ensure Ava would not be able to see his lips before looking back to Poseidon. "Rest, sir. I have been playing the villian across many worlds, and I would simply like a break from it all. I have gathered more than enough power that to delve our friend for more would be like a fisherman diving into the ocean to catch his fish. There is certainly knowledge to be gained, but the thrill of exploring other worlds is the unknown of it all. The only thing I have not found in my travels is a place where I am not the mask that I wear."

(Putting up Oswald, 'Wizard', Argent the mech pilot as a test muse before I officially add him. Like this for a starter with him)

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(What if I made a mecha pilot? For sci-fi reasons?)

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He would give both a smile until they were gone and he sighed before looking up at the ceiling. His shoulders lowered, and his posture was less formal. "I am truly sorry for earlier, Grand Library. I understand if I must prove myself trustworthy to you, and so I will say now that, at some time, I must play my part and be the villian. I...do not know if you have my history or have read it, and so, when i understand you better, I shall seek that knowledge out. So that you may understand why I have to play the villian to Ms. Ava. Though I promise no physical harm shall come to her, and the time comes for the confrontation of the hero and villian I shall gracefully take my bow and leave." ------------------------------------------ He would give her a smile and sit. He raised his hands and signed, 'Good to see you'. He was still slow, but his study with sign language was showing. The ones he already could remember he was faster with, and did not take as long as he had a few days ago. Now he could have basic conversations, and convey simple wants and needs. But he still spoke more often, and sometimes had forgotten that Ava couldn't hear him. Today he had a history book titled, 'The History of The Hero and His Holy War', and he seemed happy he had found it. "Is there anything that I could help you with, Ms. Ava? I believe i understand the system in which our friend is organized that i could help put things away."

The Library inclines its shelves down to the man and it observes him in its own way. A single book drops and onto the floor before him, text sprawling with a magical flare on its pages; 'That is unwise. You think you know this girl... you do not. You will though... and you will realize being a villain in the end... it doesn't matter to her. None of it does. Good luck, little villain. You will need it.' The book snaps closed and the Library goes silent.

...

Present time...

Ava observes him with amusement almost and she gestures for him to sit. She smiles to herself and she speaks verbally; "I thank you for taking the time to learn Sign Language... but I can lipread, if that makes it more comfortable. I'm fine speaking like this... but my voice might be a bit hard on your ears. For that, I will apologize." With that she turns to his request. "Hmm..." She looks to a stack of books nearby. "The Science Wing... if you can take these and put them in alphabetical order, I'd appreciate it." She stands up slowly and moves to shift them over to him.

"Poseidon." The creature raises his head from nearby. The feline moves over to their guest and steps to one side. "Poseidon will be your guide. If you have any questions, he can understand you just... unless you can speak to animals... he may not be able to respond back." She smiles, regarding him one more time, her eyes studying his before she breaks her gaze and goes back to her work. "If you need anything else, I will be here. Good luck."

"Sign language is something I was once proficient in. I once had a friend who could not hear, so I endeavored to learn." He said as he made hand signs, spoke words of power, and a floating disk appeared. He'd than take the books and place them on the disk.

"It is no trouble for me to learn and use a form of communication that allows your voice rest. Though it will be sometime yet before I am able to fully communicate once more."

"As for speaking with animals, I do know of various spells that can allow one to do so for various lengths of time. One such spell, Commune with Nature, allows one to understand the world around them as some elves do. Though something simple should suffice. Shall I fetch you some coffee or tea on my return?" He knew where the kitchen was, and had utilized it a few times himself. Speaking of he would have to ask whoever did the stocking if they could pop around to his world. There was a particular blend of tea he was starting to miss. If the supplier still existed that was, and if the plant that it came from was not extinct.

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He chuckled a bit. Based on what he understood she suggested she was a mere librarian. He knew better than that. Especially as they passed the vast wings that seemed to contain much knowledge. As they walked thoguh Ardernos would stop briefly at the history section. His mind raced with a million questions, and yet he had to stop himself from tearing through the section to look for his own history. He had to stop himself from asking the librarian about anything regarding his home. He doubted one measley realm, especially one as common as his own, would take up much space here. Or even grab her attention. He would quickly rejoin her before she got too far. Upon seeing the small reading nook he smiled. It was perfect. Than he noticed her signing again. Something about staying here, a quarters, and a schedule and meals. He really would need to study up on sign language. "The offer is appreciated, Ms. Ava. You may call me Ardernos. I have no sir name to give I'm afraid. And if you insist that I join you than the least I can do is help prepare them, or even do it myself from time to time. While I am by no means a world class chef I do know a decent amount about cooking." And the library should have plenty of cook books that he could reference. "Though I should learn how the friend we reside in is organized before I simply begin taking books off the shelves."

Seeing his confusion, she smiles softly and she continues verbally; "Then my table is open to you, Ardernos." She watches him for a moment before an amused smile appears and she then turns on her heel and starts to walk away. For now, she'll leave him to his studies, however...

Poseidon... is remaining. The Mishipeshu's eyes remain fixed on Ardernos for a long moment, narrowing into slits before slowly and carefully he turns to follow Ava.

He's watching you Ardernos. He will be for some time... is the impression Ardernos would get from that.

...

A few days later, Ava can be found at her Mahogany desk, papers and scrolls piled as she works on some things that had just come in. Seeing something out of the corner of her eye, she flicks her gaze up and upon seeing who it is, she offers an amused look as she sets down her quill and gestures to the large ornate red chair beside her desk.

If he'd like to sit and talk, he may. She's all ears.

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He would give her a smile and sit. He raised his hands and signed, 'Good to see you'. He was still slow, but his study with sign language was showing. The ones he already could remember he was faster with, and did not take as long as he had a few days ago. Now he could have basic conversations, and convey simple wants and needs. But he still spoke more often, and sometimes had forgotten that Ava couldn't hear him.

Today he had a history book titled, 'The History of The Hero and His Holy War', and he seemed happy he had found it. "Is there anything that I could help you with, Ms. Ava? I believe i understand the system in which our friend is organized that i could help put things away."

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She couldn't hear? He was use to such people. He even knew someone once who could not hear. He knew some sign language. Enough to pick up on context clues, and have a basic conversation. He would sign, 'Fine', back to her. It was clumsy and he had to think about how to do it, but he was able to do it. He was happy that he hadn't forgotten everything in regards to it. Even if the recall was troublesome. "Apologies. That is the best that I could do, though you seem capable of reading lips. So, if you do not mind, I believe i shall stick to verbal communication. You, of course, may converse with me in whatever manner you deem fit." He wasn't about to demand that she not use sign language, or that she stick to speaking. That would be rude. Besides, he was going for the affluent villian who hides his villany behind kindness. It did put him closer to his true personality, and he could play off inconsistencies in his persona this way. "Though i would like to spend considerable time here. As a man who seeks knowledge where he can this place would be a remarkable and wonderous thing to explore! A simple reading nook and a place to rest is all i ask for. Through magical means i can provide myself with sustenance." By that he meant he could use mana to make bland and tasteless cubes that had the nutrients of a proper meal, and would fill him.

She pauses and blinks slowly, her gaze moving to the side as she contemplates his request. Finally, softly, she sighs and signs then; 'Very well. As long as you put everything back where you find it and don't disrupt my filing system I don't mind. The Library is a place for knowledge to be shared in the end. I am merely its Librarian.' With that, she turns and gestures for him to follow.

He's led through long wings and hallways from War, Agriculture, History, to others, they pass the Rotunda where her mahogany desk lies at the corner near some shelves, leaving a wide open room the middle. Poseidon follows her closely, glancing back on occasion to the man behind them.

Eventually he's led to her personal wing where her favorite books and items she's collected rely. From romance to science to preserved pieces of dying stars and or small butterflies preserved in a frame... this place speaks of her as a person. It appears to be what you would find in a normal Library in some modern city. A couch lies nearby with some blankets and pillows.

She turns and gestures to said couch. 'You can stay here.' She signs. 'If you require a more personal quarters, the Library can arrange it.' She hums. 'You say you don't require food or sustenance, however, if you feel inclined, I have a schedule of sorts. You're free to join me for meals.' She smiles wistfully and then turns on her heel and starts to walk past him, but pauses a moment before she signs a single name;

'Ava. You can call me Ava. What's your name?'

He chuckled a bit. Based on what he understood she suggested she was a mere librarian. He knew better than that. Especially as they passed the vast wings that seemed to contain much knowledge.

As they walked thoguh Ardernos would stop briefly at the history section. His mind raced with a million questions, and yet he had to stop himself from tearing through the section to look for his own history. He had to stop himself from asking the librarian about anything regarding his home. He doubted one measley realm, especially one as common as his own, would take up much space here. Or even grab her attention.

He would quickly rejoin her before she got too far. Upon seeing the small reading nook he smiled. It was perfect. Than he noticed her signing again. Something about staying here, a quarters, and a schedule and meals. He really would need to study up on sign language.

"The offer is appreciated, Ms. Ava. You may call me Ardernos. I have no sir name to give I'm afraid. And if you insist that I join you than the least I can do is help prepare them, or even do it myself from time to time. While I am by no means a world class chef I do know a decent amount about cooking." And the library should have plenty of cook books that he could reference.

"Though I should learn how the friend we reside in is organized before I simply begin taking books off the shelves."

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He would move his feet in a very particular, and obviously practiced, way that would allow him to spin on the spot on a fluid motion and than he put his arm over his torso and bowed to her. "The keep of this grand place I presume. It is nice to make your acquaintance." He would than raise up with a sly, but very much forced, smile on his face. "You must extraordinarily powerful to have the loyalty of a spirit creature, and to be bound to not only a powerful place. Especially with it being alive if my hunch is correct." His posture was stiff as he stood there. He was trying to projecting confidence, but his heart was not entirely up to the charade he was putting on now. Mainly because he had been holding it for several years, and he just wanted to hang up the villian act for some time. Alas he had found himself in the presence of another so he had little choice but to keep it going.

She recognized the forced smile, but she didn't know this man truly so who was to say what that emotion truly meant? She only remained where she was and tilted her head ever so slightly. Finally, she raises a single finger to her ears and then she shakes her head.

She cannot hear him.

However... her eyes track his lips and she then speaks verbally, but it is strained and hoarse; "You are correct. The Library is alive." She looks to Poseidon who looks back at her and then slowly moves to stand in front of her, deposting the book in her hands. She seems... pensive. Sad, almost.

She signs then; 'You seem weary. Do you need a moment to rest?' She wasn't going to turn away a person in need no matter their intentions. Fundamentally, that was just not her.

She couldn't hear? He was use to such people. He even knew someone once who could not hear. He knew some sign language. Enough to pick up on context clues, and have a basic conversation.

He would sign, 'Fine', back to her. It was clumsy and he had to think about how to do it, but he was able to do it. He was happy that he hadn't forgotten everything in regards to it. Even if the recall was troublesome.

"Apologies. That is the best that I could do, though you seem capable of reading lips. So, if you do not mind, I believe i shall stick to verbal communication. You, of course, may converse with me in whatever manner you deem fit." He wasn't about to demand that she not use sign language, or that she stick to speaking. That would be rude. Besides, he was going for the affluent villian who hides his villany behind kindness. It did put him closer to his true personality, and he could play off inconsistencies in his persona this way.

"Though i would like to spend considerable time here. As a man who seeks knowledge where he can this place would be a remarkable and wonderous thing to explore! A simple reading nook and a place to rest is all i ask for. Through magical means i can provide myself with sustenance." By that he meant he could use mana to make bland and tasteless cubes that had the nutrients of a proper meal, and would fill him.

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He was thankful to see the creature slowly approach, though how he was to share anything he wasn't sure. Under normal circumstances he would sit down, and write the material himself. This, however, was not normal circumstances. He was about to reach out when he heard footsteps. With a soft sigh turn turn his head a bit, though not enough to look directly at her. "One moment." He'd place a hand on the creature's head with a variety of spells in mind, though he would speak in a soft tone unaware that the woman behind him couldn't hear him. Though in case he didn't need to touch the creature he did pull out a book from within the pocket space that his cloak held. "Apologies. The facade you saw will be getting put back into place." He whispered to the creature and hoped the, what he assumed to be, library could hear him.

The creature chuffs loudly, absorbing the information and then, carefully, making sure he was giving the book or not, the creature takes the book in its jaws and moves away, heading for the woman and moving to slowly curl around the back of her and then up along her side, one hand of hers coming to rest on his head.

She blinks once, twice, three times and then just tilts her head. She's waiting to see what this man will do.

He would move his feet in a very particular, and obviously practiced, way that would allow him to spin on the spot on a fluid motion and than he put his arm over his torso and bowed to her.

"The keep of this grand place I presume. It is nice to make your acquaintance." He would than raise up with a sly, but very much forced, smile on his face.

"You must extraordinarily powerful to have the loyalty of a spirit creature, and to be bound to not only a powerful place. Especially with it being alive if my hunch is correct."

His posture was stiff as he stood there. He was trying to projecting confidence, but his heart was not entirely up to the charade he was putting on now. Mainly because he had been holding it for several years, and he just wanted to hang up the villian act for some time.

Alas he had found himself in the presence of another so he had little choice but to keep it going.

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He would put his arms up to block most of the books after another one had hit him, and than he heard the low growl. Slowly he turned to see a creature he had no knowledge of. He had defensive spells he could activate quickly. They'd be weak and likely only save him from a single strike so it would be more to buy him time. And while he did not know this creature a growl was the universal sign of agitation. If this was more than a magical creature than he would need to be incredibly cautious. Though if there were no people around than he could drop his villainous act. After all, it was him, this grand place, and either the master of this place or it's guardian. But this creature wasn't humanoid. When far from others, or in the presence of non-human entities, he felt more comfortable letting the mask down for brief moments. "My sincerest apologies for my intrusion into this place, and my rude behavior in attempting to bind this place to myself. I should have been more patient upon arriving here. If it would please the both of you, and smooth over potential hostilities, I can offer one of many a variety of magical artifacts. Some from myths and legends, some more mundane, and some of my own creation. I could even create a tome of my spells complete with detailed instructions on how to learn each. Or a beastiary on the various kinds of creatures I have studied through my travels." This was a rare moment where he is being sincere. He was certain that this creature, and this place, were likely very powerful and could either expel him at any moment or kill him. So that fact that he still stood here

The low deep growling continues for a bit longer, eyes like pale suns observing him and his intent until, finally, the growling ceases but the rigid behavior remains. If this man is offering knowledge as tribute to the Library, he's not gonna say no to collecting it.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he moves forward until he's within touching range of this stranger and then, he waits.

From the hallway behind him then appears the Librarian; a woman of short stature, pale milky features, dress, light blonde hair in a ribbon, petite in appearance, black boots with a slight heel clacking against the flooring, she stops and jolts upon seeing this person.

Eyes like a wintry sky stop and observe him closely, then flick to the Mishipeshu and then to the Library itself which inclines its shelves down a bit and then back to the man. She says nothing. Does nothing. Just observes.

This man has the floor now.

"One moment." He'd place a hand on the creature's head with a variety of spells in mind, though he would speak in a soft tone unaware that the woman behind him couldn't hear him. Though in case he didn't need to touch the creature he did pull out a book from within the pocket space that his cloak held.

"Apologies. The facade you saw will be getting put back into place." He whispered to the creature and hoped the, what he assumed to be, library could hear him.

Continued from here When his magic didn't quite work he was about to attempt again when a hiss came, and a book hit him in the head. He rubbed his head looking around. He didn't quite know what to make of that, though he was not blind to the idea of sentient magic items. Yet for one to be an entire space like this was unheard of to him. If that is indeed what was going on here than he had to tread lightly from here on.

"Apologies for my...disrepectful approach. I could sense your power, but did not comprehend your true nature." He would give a respectful bow to a shelf in hopes this would appease the magical place.

"If you have a master, or some equivalent, than I ask that you allow me to meet them and give a proper greeting. If no such person exists than I ask that you consider me as a potential candidate."

Ardernos was use to putting on an act to sway others, though he never could tell if his ploy would ever work or not. It was always a gamble on his part.

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The Library tosses another few books at him before hissing. It sees what he's doing and its defending its 'heart' now, but it doesn't box him in. It's a clear warning that it doesn't like his tone.

On top of that, while this man doesn't realize it... this entity has no master. It chooses who it responds too and this person is not here right now.

... but her familiar is.

There's a low growl that only a big feline could make and then a creature of azure scales, large, the size of a tiger, aquatic features, and pale yellow eyes narrowed into slits watching him, his lips drawing up in a snarl; the Guardian of the Library has arrived.

He observes this man with teeth bared and a low growl in his throat. Time to see what this man did next.

Though if there were no people around than he could drop his villainous act. After all, it was him, this grand place, and either the master of this place or it's guardian. But this creature wasn't humanoid. When far from others, or in the presence of non-human entities, he felt more comfortable letting the mask down for brief moments.

"My sincerest apologies for my intrusion into this place, and my rude behavior in attempting to bind this place to myself. I should have been more patient upon arriving here. If it would please the both of you, and smooth over potential hostilities, I can offer one of many a variety of magical artifacts. Some from myths and legends, some more mundane, and some of my own creation. I could even create a tome of my spells complete with detailed instructions on how to learn each. Or a beastiary on the various kinds of creatures I have studied through my travels."

This was a rare moment where he is being sincere. He was certain that this creature, and this place, were likely very powerful and could either expel him at any moment or kill him. So that fact that he still stood here

"Apologies for my...disrepectful approach. I could sense your power, but did not comprehend your true nature." He would give a respectful bow to a shelf in hopes this would appease the magical place.

"If you have a master, or some equivalent, than I ask that you allow me to meet them and give a proper greeting. If no such person exists than I ask that you consider me as a potential candidate."

Ardernos was use to putting on an act to sway others, though he never could tell if his ploy would ever work or not. It was always a gamble on his part.

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