Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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The young blonde shared that his name was Preston Clark. "It's... a pleasure meeting you. Despite this situation of ours..." She offered in response, having needed a second to mull over how to properly word her comment. It wasn't a pleasant situation nor were they brought together through pleasant means... but it was a polite way of finishing off an introduction, and the more she spoke with this boy, the more she could feel her heart sympathetically tugging.
A loud thud reverberated off the Library walls, causing Myrcella's lean legs to lightly stagger into a stop as she caught herself by positioning a hand up against the shelf beside her.
"Bloody hell..." She grumbled aloud, mostly to herself, and turned her head to look up. The boy had summoned a ball of light to maneuver the scene. He asked her what she believed the commotion was and her eyes narrowed in wariness and contemplation.
"Must be trying to break in..." She answered, "I think we're fine... come on, the sooner we get to the front of the library, the sooner we may be safer than we are here," Standing up straight once more, she marched onward but another loud thud shook the building and Myrcella barely prevented herself from tripping over her feet.
The swaying wisp of light around her hand glowed brighter as fear pulsed through her veins, the adrenaline pulsating her summmoned magic. "Say something if you hear or see anything suspicious..."
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The sound of sniffling reached Myrcella's ears, and the girl's softened gaze wavered between the boy and the shelves of books before them. She didn't want to stare... and, in all honesty, she wasn't the most elegant with handling heavier emotions such as experiencing the tears and sorrow of another. She had empathy and sympathy for others, but perhaps... it was her own strict, diligent upbringing that rendered her that pang of uncertainty whenever shown the vulnerabilities of herself and others. She cared... she didn't want for him to be in pain, but knew there was nothing she could do to rid of the pain of having been separated from a mother.
Momentarily she fretted over wanting to comfort him but being uncertain how to. Their gazes didn't meet, though he definitely had her undivided attention. His own eyes befell the carpet as the load monstrous groan rumbled from afar and both Myrcella and the youth cautiously glanced around the nearly darkened vast room at the same time. She readied herself for any possible attack from their many blind spots, raising her illuminated hand in a defensive stature... but when the coast was validly clear, she once more lowered it just before the blonde spoke up.
"... Thank you... I appreciate the comment,"
Myrcella's gaze remained serious yet sympathetically softened, providing the boy with a minimal nod in response. She was partially glad that she hadn't managed to worsen his current emotional state for himself during a rather dire situation. She would feel quite guilty and responsible for his tears had they truly fallen.... for she was hard on herself, and would have believed her presumptions about herself being too cold to comfort another.
When the boy begun walking forward, she resumed her footsteps as well. The architecture of the building dimly shown around them from both of their summoned light magic's doing and she was able to recognize that they were nearing their destination, based on being able to better see.
"I never asked... What is your name?"
Initially she gazed at him from the corner of her eye before slightly turning her head to look in his direction. "Myrcella Dior," She introduced, her voice cool and calm against the ominous backdrop of their environment, "What is yours...?" A barrier felt as though it were being uplifted between them... what were the odds in such nerve-inducing circumstances?
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Her companion came to a sudden halt in his steps upon a risky question. Myrcella had ensured she were respectful of the boy's boundaries and would remain as such. Not simply out of them having just recently met and not wanting to 'pry' in a newly met individual's business, but out of decency of knowing certain matters in one's life were fragile... soft and vulnerable, perhaps too vulnerable for comfort of exposing its weakness in the face of others. She soon came to a halt in her own walking when seeing that the boy had indeed paused, turning to face him. A frown tugged at the boy's mouth with eyes having lowered in somber emotion.
Even though it was evident in the change of his expression that his mother's situation was that of pain and suffering for him, he still composed himself in a strong disposition in the way of which his face hardened. Myrcella could in a way relate to such a reaction, as she refrained from letting herself crumble in distraught to the best of her ability when it came to her own hardships. She learned how friendly smiles, chatty interests, and pleasant gazes didn't equate to a person being trustworthy. Such warm faces could be masks... and supposed concern could be nothing more than nosiness.
Her almond eyes rested upon the blonde, patient yet poised in her demeanor before he revealed his mother was sent to the hospital as a result of being cursed. Without needing further emphasis, it was clear to see that the curse was serious and Myrcella's own studies enabled her to have a grasp on the severity of what the most powerful of curses could entail. The boy was strong... to compose himself in such a way when speaking of her, though he likely had no choice but to learn how to be that way to survive without a present mother.
Myrcella's gaze softened in sympathy for his situation. To be without a mother at a young age would be...
The thought alone caused her jawline to tighten. There was no proper thing to say in response, as nothing spoken would change the cold reality of what'd been done to the boy's mother. When the blonde begun walking once more, Myrcella resumed beside him. Her summoned flare of light rolled around her wrist in a flicker before once more swaying in the center of her risen palm. "You are a brave young man to continue forward while your mother is in a dire state," A calm voice arose, her eyes fixated up ahead as they walked, "I may not know your mother personally, but I would like to believe she is proud of you,"
A distant groan arose beyond the walls, very likely residing outside and belonging to a fiend... one that may have just reached its demise at the hands of the TRS. "Curses are a truly terrible creation of this world..." Myrcella finalized in a begrudged murmur, silently acknowledging the sound but not paying any serious attention to it as it posed no direct threat at the time. She, instead, was in a thoughtful state of mind.
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The boy sped up in his steps, resulting in him walking alongside her. The illumination of light summoned by him successfully lit both of their features, much like a soft-golden halo in the midst of what felt like eternal darkness, for most of their surroundings still remained shadowed away from clear view.
She silently acknowledged that he had maintained his light without it dimming, thus indicating low energy if it did, and so she was slightly impressed that despite his fearfulness he managed to keep his light orb summoned. If he was unable she would, of course, step in to help with her own manifestations but for the time being she felt less reluctant letting him take the reigns in regards to that. She let him 'shine' and show his capability.
Myrcella turned her head enough to see both the direction in front of her where they were walking, and to see the blonde when he begun speaking. The glow of light illuminated him well and allowed for her to see the surprise that ignited within his eyes upon being asked such as thing. She listened patiently... and observed how the surprise in his eyes turned solemn, mixed with worry that was distinct. Her own eyes remained their almond-narrow, but attentively softened at the boy. Having a mother in the hospital was serious and concerning. He was still young, adding an additional element of closeness and reliance on her... she couldn't begin to imagine how frightening it must have been to have a close parental figure going through such a difficult time of health.
"I see..." Myrcella murmured quietly, their steps lightly echoing as their feet left the creak of wood and instead embarked onto firmer, man-made flooring. They had left one region of the Library and were getting closer to the main hall. "What happened to your mother?" She asked him but a couple moments later, "I will respect your feelings if it is too difficult for you to discuss..."
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The boy's displeasure with her brief tidying had managed to tap dance on Myrcella's nerve while she'd used her light magic to carry some of the fallen books into a more so organized fashion. The sigh he gave out before asking if what she was doing was necessary enhanced this. Her coming back to check on him and having decided to accompany him should have been enough to make the boy be a little less tense with her but apparently that wasn't the case.
He had a point... but Myrcella, also, couldn't stand messes to the point of where just thinking about it bothered her."We'll make it there on time. I don't see the harm in what I'm doing," She stated flatly, having already finished since she didn't intend on doing a whole fix-up of the entire area. She was aware his intentions weren't bad with saying what he did. But, she also disliked feeling... bossed around. She would put up with it when it pertained to her superiors, but around most others...
Their situation didn't seem to be merciless towards them, however. The booms and cracks outside that echoed after the one loud thwacking was enough to render Myrcella feeling faint, if not numb to her own body as a result from the anxiety she kept burrowed within. She took a step back to give the blonde his face after their minor collision, Topaz eyes continuing to flicker about the room suspiciously as he agreed that he himself had thought the same thing. "Yes... yes, it must just be a branch," She affirmed, raising a hand to brush some of her hair away from her face, "It must be, if we both believe that is the case..." Her words were more so trying to convince herself of this fact.
She resumed following the boy, her light having long been summoned away after sneaking another couple wistful flicks of it to brush aside a stray book here and there... stubborn, yes she was. They were positively making progress on their venture without anything jumping out at them, though the creeks of the old building and the ruckus outside didn't cease. Things seemed to be fine until a loud scratching noise echoed.... that didn't sound normal. "Ugh, by Akari's name..." Myrcella finally grumbled in stressed out, agitated distress, "Is every eerie noise possible echoing around here?" The girl sped up a little, somewhat surpassing Preston but only by a couple steps as she still remained close. ".... Do you have family nearby?" She decidedly asked him after a slight pause. So far, they had only really butt-heads over what they felt safest with doing during the black-out... she really didn't know this boy at all, and had desired to make more so pleasant conversation, even if only a few comments were exchanged. She, too, hoped, it'd make the air feel less heavy.
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The blonde managed to successfully recover from his fall, having steadied himself onto his feet once more whilst dusting any residue off that he may have gathered from the floor and avoiding stepping on the pages of books. Myrcella supposed that after the power came back on, there would be quite a clean-up for the staff.... she doubted this area was the only one throughout the building that didn't suffer some form of clutter, or even damage. She'd hoped that the monstrosity of a terror outside wouldn't end up wrecking havoc on the premises, either. Though since the Library was a public and government-owned space, she felt fairly at ease in knowing that some form of back-up was possible... if push came to shove.
The blonde countered her comment about being liable, stating that it wouldn't be proper for her to be held accountable for a choice he made. However, that's not how the world worked. He was a minor, a child at that, and she was an employee. She doubted legal manners would come into play but for the sake of morality she would feel like one of many self-focused individuals whom put themselves before others no matter the cause, had she merely turned a blind eye to the possible dangers he may have been posed with.
She didn't bother to argue with him, however. The boy seemed rather bold of opinion and Myrcella admittedly didn't want to waste her energy on bantering with him over something she, personally, felt she was right about. A kid wouldn't really understand it. His pouting at her matter-of-fact statement about the books only enhanced what she already observed, about how he was indeed still only a kid. His face was bright red from what she presumed was embarrassment that refused to subside.
That OCD side of her.... she had difficulty combating. As the seconds passed, Myrcella's jaw slightly tightened as she couldn't help but to quickly sweep a few books up using a swaying ray of light, and gently stacking them into a pile up against one of the shelves so that they weren't in the way. She just... couldn't stand clutter.... and needed to do at least something. It was a quick gesture she made to retrieve at least some of the catastrophe of books before turning to follow the boy as he resumed following the signs. Myrcella was very quiet.... observant, and quiet. Had she spoken, she knew it wouldn't be anything that'd relieve the boy of his self-conscious embarrassment that followed him like a shadow. She was aware that she wasn't a 'people person', anyway. At least... two was better than one in terms of traveling during uncertain situations, correct?
A howling wind loudly resumed before a loud creak sounded underneath Preston's feet as he walked. The floorboards creaked ever so much louder underneath him, before a loud THWACK hit the side of the building, causing Myrcella herself to jump and accidentally bump into Preston. "Sorry..." She mumbled softly, apprehensive eyes panning about the room, "That... was just a branch outside, right?"
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Upon making her presence known, Myrcella received a terrified cry from the youth, whom hastily backed away from her and fell right onto his bottom. His reaction was one that she had not foreseen.... her Topaz eyes, widening from a momentary startled stirring within in response to his fright, fell upon the boy who'd not only collapsed to the ground but had also taken a few books with him by the appearance of the various open pages scattered around him.
His light had flickered away but Myrcella's own remained manifesting in a soothing, steady sway that prevent the two of them from being shrouded in darkness. All that illuminated, as though from a large candlelight, were the two of them and surrounding books. His breaths were labored, pacing them only enough to shout out how she had given him a heart attack. Metaphorically, of course.... she could tell that he wasn't literally having one. Her eyes blinked upon him, observing his frazzled demeanor while trying to ensure her light remained summoned as to allow the boy a moment to re-collect himself and stand up.
A silence wove between them as she patiently gave him a moment to compose himself. What replaced his previous scare was embarrassment.... he could hardly even look at her. Was it because she hadn't said anything to him? He did seem all right, other than the slip he just performed, and the mess of books that surrounded him. Terrors weren't the sneakiest of monsters and it was evident none was present with them, of which case she was greatly thankful for.
When he mumbleed out his wonderment, Myrcella's almond-shaped eyes once more narrowed. "Had I not turned around to check on you, I would have been indirectly responsible for the danger and injuries you would have suffered if a terror infiltrated the building," She answered him softly before her gaze shifted off towards the eerie looming of shadows that were kept at bay in thanks to a summoned light. The whole purpose of having taken the hidden passage was defeated at this point. She, nonetheless, went out into the open halls to search for him out of worry and was closer to where she started in the journey towards safety. The situation would've been simpler... if he allowed her to show him her way through the Library.
"Though, the greatest danger you seem to be in right now is tripping over books..." She added in a flatter, quiet tone when lowering her gaze to the floor. A peeve of disorganization crept along her nerves, daring her to sweep up the books but she restrained herself, knowing that more pressing matters were at hand.
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When faced with what was behind her, Myrcella realized.... nothing was behind her at all. No terrors, no people, and certainly nothing that was intrusive. Emptiness of the hall, consumed simply by shadows and a very dull spotting of light that seared through the fog of the glass window was all she was met with. This didn't immediate soothe her as she remained still, listening carefully and eyes flicking about the scene to find if anything were possibly hiding from clear sight. Slowly, her hand lowered from its defensive stance of which would have indicated an immediate readiness to fight.
A pounding resonated within her chest from the sudden jerk of fear that'd befallen her. Even while seeing that nothing was clearly looming around her with malicious intentions, Myrcella didn't feel at all relieved. What if something was, actually, still within the building that she was nonetheless missing? What if... she should have just stayed, sitting within the hidden passageway, until peering out from behind the painting to see if the power was back on? N-nothing could have reached her back there... she was safe.... unless if of course the whole building came falling down. Then there might be an issue, but it was still more comforting for her... than to be out in the open, where anything could jump at her.
Her fingers held a tremble to them, one hand brushing a few straight locks of hair that'd strung over her shoulders and face from her sudden movements. When her mind somewhat settled, her thoughts returned to the young boy from before, whom she had departed ways from. She wondered if he heard, or felt the same exact rattling commotion... or if he may have even been closer to it than she was. The creative paranoia of her subconscious painted the vision of the rumbling cracking thud being ignited by the break-in of a terror somewhere within the building. What if the boy happened to be right where it happened?
Her eyes contemplatively narrowed at the hall, one arm hugging around herself whilst the other kept an illuminating light within its palm. She sent the light floating away from her, traveling down the hall to illuminate more of the exterior up ahead that she had yet to see, making sure.... nothing truly creepy resided in the short distance. When confirming this wasn't the case, at least by the looks of it, Myrella let out a shaking sigh and begun traveling in the direction she had a feeling the boy may have gone.... where the signs lead.
The light returned to her hand as she walked, finding herself among the maze of bookshelves once more, before rounding a corner and seeing the distinctive appearance of the blonde youth. His demeanor shrouded in hesitancy and fright, Myrcella admittedly felt guilty having left him alone... but just for a moment. After all, they did both have differentiating view points on where they wanted to go. A few creaks followed her footsteps, echoing around the shelved area where the boy had tried to navigate through, with Myrcella out of clear view merely due to the height of all the obstacles within the area. A couple more creaks followed her steps before, from right beside the boy, she appeared through the shelving. Her intentions weren't to sneak up on him but due to the spooky environment, that was unfortunately ended up happening. "There you are..." She suddenly, and without warning, broke through the eerie whistling silence, "I heard a loud noise and tried finding you, to ensure you were all right,"
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Her explanation and reasoning behind why she felt the passageway would be a desirable choice of rounding out into safety resolved nothing. The boy was firm on his stance of following the signs and had seemed to ultimately already have decided from the get-go where he wanted to go, not showing much openness to work as a team in analyzing their options. She supposed it was expected of a child. She did, however, find herself bothered by how adamant he was. It seemed hypocritical to expect her to place sole trust upon him while he refused to place any trust in her.
Myrcella didn't hold negative feelings towards him, as a person, but was left frustrated by the circumstances and feeling as though he wasn't willing to listen to her. She observed as he backed away from her, light source shielded towards himself, and inching his body closer to where he had clearly desired to follow. If it was so difficult for him to trust her.... then maybe he was better fending for himself, and watching out for his own back.
The thought was one she restrained from retorting with, her jaw instead tightening as she watched the boy speeding off without offering her a chance to respond anyway. She allowed for his words to settle in, analyzing them as to give them a chance for her to understand or sympathize with. While she could, indeed, sympathize with his reasoning it didn't change her mind on what she felt more comfortable with doing. Myrcella wouldn't chase the boy down and allow him to go freely as he desired. He had his reasons and she had hers. Perhaps a part of her own stubbornness was pride, and refusal to let someone else have their win over her.... but more greatly than anything, she feared the image of a vast open space with Terrors breaking through the windows and decorative walls. The exact vision of the Gala some time ago flashed in her mind, confirming her reservations.
Without a word, Myrcella turned to face the now almost pitch black rows of shelves in front of her. Only when she summoned back her flickering source of light did they illuminate again whilst she browsed along their exteriors, fingers carefully prying the books to find the opening before coming across the exact location she'd previously spoke of, nestled not far from the fogged arch window. The light swaying in her palm doubled, then tripled in size, before growing into a large flame-like wisp that used the leverage of gravity to lure the shelf in a float motion forwards. The passage, dark and hallow in entrance, appeared before her... and Myrcella carefully squeezed herself between the shelf and the one beside it to enter.
On the other side of a large wall-hanging portrait, Myrcella had found the end of the passage, and used a small burst of light to get the heavy framework of the painting to tilt so that she may enter through. With a slight hop, she landed on her feet, finding herself in the region of the Library where almost all hallways met. It was likely the same exact hallway the boy would have found himself in, using his own choice of route....
The sound of footsteps, light and seemingly harmless, sounded from a very short distance behind her. Unfortunately, at the same exact time, a loud booming crackle of a falling tree outside rumbled the walls ferociously. A startled shout left Myrcella as she whirled around, a defensive swaying light in her palms as she positioned herself to fight. "Wh-who is there?!" She shouted out, her composure broke with a look of fear and large eyes.
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The boy didn't seem fond of her suggestion. It wasn't in his question, but more so the expression in his face that visibly shown in skepticism and stubbornness. She was able to read his body language without difficulty, given how expressively the quiet boy presented himself.
Myrcella didn't appreciate his immediate disagreement with her suggestion, having found it frustrating that not only had he ordered her to summon away her own light of which she complied with, but had metaphorically put his foot down regarding her offering of assistance with a passageway leading them out. Even if he didn't flat-out object she could easily read beneath the line what he was thinking. Sometimes words were unnecessary to get one's point across.
"The Lorsette Library is a historic monument in this city. It has plenty of passages hidden from the public that are beneficial in cases of emergency," Myrcella explained, her voice smooth in tone as her Topaz eyes lightly narrowed at the blonde youth in front of her, "It will be faster, and safer. There's less of a chance that a Terror will be lurking within the passages... they are closed off and secured, unlike the open hallways,"
A continuous whistling of wind tapped against the windows, becoming repetitive and endless in commotion. "I know of it because I work here. It's not common knowledge to others," She emphasized a little flatly, not being in the mood for trying to convince someone else that she knew her way around the Library. Her gaze panned over yonder, near the sea of shelves that had blended into one another due to the shadows consuming them.
However collected and calm she may have seemed, Myrcella was worried about the situation. She was worried of where her mother was, and fearful of what truly was happening outside.... or what possibly threatened coming into their one sanctuary. But she couldn't afford to show such emotions that if she allowed to consume her, would render her without a clear mind to be prepared.
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Willow's hesitancy regarding the book thankfully faded after Myrcella had attempted to let her know that she was welcomed to visit the Library whenever she wanted to, even if it was before the due date. Had that not been enough, she would have been in a slight predicament, since.... she felt as though she lacked the experience and ability to help others out on a personal level. She was a little relieved that the gesture she tried to give was understood and received, and also brightened the girl's mood.
The young Angel's happiness was flicked on like a light switch and she even reached to give her a joyful hug in response, which was met with a look of surprise cross Myrcella's face from such a grand expression of affectionate glee. "A-ah, yes, really..." She awkwardly answered after the girl's enthusiastic lunge towards her, barely managing to dodge around it. She turned around her with a spin of her heels and gave her a quick pat on the shoulder to, erm... provide some form of amiable physical response without being... too close.
"I-I will see you around, Willow, and--" She cleared her throat, trying to gather herself as the girl begun heading out, "You make certain that you are truly heading home this time," Ugh, she wasn't the girl's mother or anything.... but she seemed like a handful. She hoped she was actually going home, instead of stopping somewhere else before it got late.
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She waited for the young boy, before both of them joined together at the entrance of the long spiraling stairway just before them. It was surprising to see how much darkness and shadows could cast an illusion.... the stairway hadn't appeared nearly as maze-like in daylight, or with the electricity turned on. Now that they only had their own magic to illuminate a path for themselves, the journey down appeared much longer and eerie than the way up.
She could feel every nerve in her body become alert and tense at the echoing, thudding steps of a giant outside. Her survival instincts threatened to push her over the edge into paranoia at the creaks and groans within the walls and floorboards, but she kept herself composed, which had yet to be too difficult for her to manage. Only because of how she was taught, and exposed to things. She may have been born into a household of luxury but she had not been allowed to live innocently as a child. Innocence.... was weakness in a cold, dark world like this.
Her eyes glanced towards the blonde boy's knuckles, clutching the railing of the stairway so tightly that she could see a slight tremble to his hand from the applied pressure. He kept his light radiating with the other hand, while suggesting that she saved her energy for now. A slight narrow came to the exterior of her eyes in response, vaguely expressing disagreement. His idea sounded sensible but she wasn't keen on putting her entire trust into him. Attention momentarily befalling the flickering orb she'd summoned, a soft sigh left her after giving it another thought. Perhaps it would be better for her that she conserved her magic energy for now, and if the other boy ran out of his or for whatever reason they got separated, she'd still have her own Light source to get by with.
"That is fine," She agreed, allowing for her light to dim and fade, significantly ridding of what illuminated her facial features and leaving the boy's magic their one resource to rely on. "I have a phone as well. We can use it if we end up in dire need of it," She offered, following the boy down the stairs with light steps. She kept a slight distance between them as they journeyed down the spiraling weave of steps, her foot steps barely audible with the echo of small taps from the heels of her shoes. A groaning of distant wind filtered its way through the isolated staircase, sounding deep and solemn... no other voices of people had accompanied the cold air. It was admittedly haunting and Myrcella ensured that while she kept a slight distance, that she didn't fall far from him.
When they reached the bottom, Myrcella uplifted her gaze to see a transparent expression of fear and nervousness in the boy's face. There was no question about how he was feeling about the situation they landed themselves in. When he moved away from the stairs, she was able to fully enter the more so expansive area of looming book shelves that appeared terribly obscure in the midst of what darkness consumed them beyond the illumination of the boy's light. "I don't know," She openly admitted out loud, honest and not thinking of trying to ease his tension, "I would hope not... but the sounds we have been hearing are concerning. We are also very alone in here, as though everyone else has evacuated elsewhere," Her gaze scanned the nearest exterior of what she could see, wondering and trying to see if she could catch sight of anyone, or anything... she stepped ahead of him a little, but then stopped. "Let's walk through the back of the shelves. There's a passage behind one of them that we can use,"
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Before Myrcella was able to finish the data processing, Willow had turned to take her leave. With a defeated tone of wording, she abandoned the book and was already heading towards the exit. When Myrcella broke her focus away from the computer screen it was the behind of Willow's crimson red hair that she saw, nearing the doorway. Was she just.... leaving, without finishing the check out?
Myrcella's eyes narrowed in thought of the whole situation. She understood this girl was guilty, enough to where she apologized and was trying to explain how she would have acted differently had she better realized they were both headed to the same destination. What she didn't understand was why she was taking off so soon... and when she had told her that she didn't need to explain herself. No interrogation or snarky ridiculing would be sent her way over the mishap. Did what she say translate differently than she meant? She had intended to resolve Willow's concerns and fulfill her book request.
"Excuse me, you have forgotten to take your book with you," Myrcella wasn't able to call out to her due to the atmosphere of the silent building enclosure, and silent social etiquette rules surrounding it. Thus, she left the desk with the book in hand and a due date slip inside, and had swiftly ventured up to the girl to catch her. "It's due in two weeks...." Holding the book out to her, a twinge of awkwardness in trying to figure out how to smooth over the rough patch instilling inside her. "You can of course.... come before then, if you are in need of anything," Myrcella suggested in a disguised olive branch of peace, eyes falling upon her.
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