Stardustblade358

I laughed so hard when I read this like sh*t just got real lmaooo Edit: Journal: This year I lost my owner, Vanitas Vanitas: Quit telling everyone I'm dead! Journal: I can still hear his voice sometimes.

I need to work on this and concentrate. -My Dogs: Time to sit on her laptop and refuse to move

Lineart isn't cooperating with me today

Helios listened intently at Sifrei, his jaw dropping slightly. The lifepsan of the creatures of this world, compared to human, might as well be compared to an eternity. Though due to that, it was sometimes hard to tell the difference of those who had just began to live, and those who have lived more than one lifetime. He listened intently, the bird flying back to snuggle up against Helios' shoulder. The way he described it, about their curiosity and welcoming desire of knowledge of the unknown...before the slow decent to madness for power. All too familiar. He couldn't help but to chuckle as he listened to him. "History repeats itself." He said. "Yet, they are suffering of what their ancestors did long ago. Even now, what Alderon did, though unforgivable, was out of desperation." Helios smiled at Aura. At least she had some momentary peace from the events of the day. "Queen Shiva is pretty stubborn. She is Queen for a reason...let's make sure that the worlds are able to be allies once more. Let's create a new age of peace to make up for the wars created." Helios said with a smile, looking over at the small bird and shooing it away. "Go. If there are news, you know where you find me." He hummed. The bird chirped up, before flying off, finding an exit from the tent rather quickly and disappearing from sight.

- Helios - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - With Aura & Sifrei Mond - Helios looked up, holding his hand out to the small bird, who chirped away to him. He hummed, gently rubbing his finger on the bird's head, causing it to pause it's chirping in acceptance of being petted. "The results of this first battle has affected both sides equally. It's also causing a domino effect on the nature around the battlefield. Carrion are celebrating at the chance of a feast. The Spriggans and other sprites aren't very happy of the amount of blood spilled...then again no one is." Helios hummed, waving the bird away as he proceeded to shake Sifrei's hand. "I'm Helios. Helios Silverstrider." He said. The bird however, decided to stay a while longer, flying over to Helios' head and making itself comfortable right on top of it. Helios looked up at Sifrei with a smile. "Aura wasn't very keen of it. I doubt she's anywhere near being any more comfortable with it than last time." Helios hummed. He frowned, looking back at Aura. "They broke me out and saved my life and yet they ended up getting dragged into a war. This war was going to happen one way or another, sooner or later. There is nothing that can be done about it but...every single time it makes me wish I could turn back time and stop it all from happening. But then again, if it did, then the world below would still be dying with no answers as to why. So...as painful as these losses are, they're worth it for the better result." Helios sighed. He needed a nap. More like a hibernation. Yeah, that sounded nice actually. "I don't know what you or lord Raiden gain from siding with humanity. But I thank you, and from today on, consider me your ally, and my abilities at your service." Helios said, reaching upwards as he picked up the bird gently off his head. "They're the best spies out there, you know? Birds, and other animals. The reason being is that they already lived in the lands long before we did, and so they go unnoticed. Believe it or not, though they usually go by instinct, even they know what's the best option for their own benefit in the end." Helios hummed, extending his hand towards Sifrei as the bird proceeded to fly around him playfully. "Not even Queen Shiva can rule the wilds." He chuckled.

Vanitas headed straight home. Advantages of being a Blacksmith apprentice; your workplace was right beneath your house. Blacksmith shop and forge on the first floor, home on the second. He summoned the Unversed to help out with the inventory, which made the work much faster than doing it alone. Silver, Steel, Malachite, Iron...so on and so on. Once he was done, he took a well deserved shower and suited up in his pajamas, ready to call it a night. He went ahead and crossed out the day down on his calendar, pausing for a moment, before adding 'Meet James after Work' onto the square of the next day. "There." Vanitas hummed, setting the pen away as he retreated to his bed, snuggling in before turning to turn off the lamp. He hesitated, staring over at the Journal that stood right on the nightstand. He smirked a bit. "I'd say I finally got to know more of you today...let's hope I can get to know you even better tomorrow." He hummed playfully, giggling to himself as he switched off the lamp and curled up in his bed. "Good night." He hummed, closing his eyes. To himself. To the Journal. To whoever. Before quickly falling asleep, and once again his dreams taking hold. It was always the same. It was like trying to receive a poor signal through a sea of static. Whatever came through never came complete, struggling against being pulled away from its destination. "He ain't go------- it. --------'s gotta br--- that loser in." "----------ry, Ventus... ---------never see ---- again." "Correct. -------- Ventus. His -------------------- mine now." There was nothing to see either. Just static. But strangely enough, out of everything, one thing did stood out. A pair of blue eyes staring right back at him.

- Helios - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - With Aura - Helios frowned, looking at Aura as he moved some of her hair away from her eyes. "(I'm sorry that Aurion is gone, Aura.)" Helios thought, looking up around the tent. "(But out of his sacrifice, freedom for your world from this barrier will be born. From his death, and the death of every single being in this war. I can't save everyone. But I'll be dammed if I can't save those who I have chosen to fight for.)" Helios stood momentarily, hearing a familiar chirp. From the walking in and out of the tents, in a small space in between, a familiar small bird flew right in, landing on Helios' hand as he outstretched it for it. He pulled it over, right by his ear. The carrion are beginning to arrive. It chirped. They are drooling over the corpses of war. The Dragonkin mourn of the loss of another fire. The Spriggans weep at the taste of blood on the Earth. Helios frowned. This was long from over.

Vanitas chuckled as James gave the stance, portraying like one of the characters for mere moments. "I was thinking more around the words of Shakespeare; 'My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite'. Or something around that tone." Vanitas hummed playfully. "It's my pleasure. Thank you for not kicking me out of the library despite my crazy claims or ideas. Even after bringing you into this...rabbit hole involving our Journals." Vanitas said, his hand once again reaching to where he kept his Journal. He always felt that there was something missing before. Maybe friendship was a way to fill the void of...well, whatever it was voided of. He glanced over to the window, seeing as the rays of the run shone through, the staff beginning to light the place up as night approached. "I better get going. It's getting late. If I don't do inventory on the materials before tomorrow the old man will have my head." Vanitas said with a chuckle, looking over at James. "Let's meet up again soon. Yes? Besides...we still have a mystery to uncover." Vanitas said, taking a few steps back as he waved at James. "Good night James. If you ever need me, the shop's always open for ya." With that, Vanitas turned, stepping out of the playhouse as he held his Journal tight. "(I knew it was a matter of time before something slipped up.)" Vanitas thought, gripping the space of the Journal. "(What the hell are you?)"

I'm glad you hear you're alright. Without power for who knows how long, but alright

*pops confetti* happy birthday!

- Helios & Arthur - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - With Henry, Rabiyu, Sifrei & Aura - Helios looked down, gritting his teeth. So it was true. Auron was dead. "Not you too..." Helios whispered, holding the sheets tightly as he felt tears escape his eyes. Could I have stopped them? I should have sent them home-! "(Get a hold of yourself...!!!)" Helios thought, snapping at himself, wiping tears away. Ren was gone. Auron was gone. Countless of lives were gone. But Henry was here. Aura was here. Many others still remained. They could not fall. They still had new hells to conquer. He looked up at Henry, guilt riddling him. What could he possibly say? Glancing over at Rabiyu and Sifrei, he then turned back his attention to Aura. "(Be strong.)" He thought, before standing back up and looking at Henry. "Don't carry so many weights over your shoulder, Henry. It will break you." Helios began. "Instead use it to honor him. He gave his life for a war he didn't have to fight for, and yet he did. We will mourn, and we will cry, and we will throw blame and lash at ourselves as much as we want, but not now." Helios said, his fists shaking. "We will watch over Aura. We won't let Auron to have died in vain!" He frowned. "You carry the guilt over you like heavy clouds, even when we met. But for once, allow yourself to pull yourself away from them. Don't let the guilt be used against you, and instead use it to pave the path forward to your redemption. Maybe you'll reach it, maybe you won't. But the path will be worth something in the end, won't it?" Helios asked, looking back down to Aura, kneeling back down next to her. "I'll stay with her."

Vanitas waved at Varius as they rushed away to the Playhouse. Once they arrived, they were practicing non-other than 'I Want to be Your Canary'. Classic. He turned to James, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah. I've seen this one before." Vanitas said, pursing his lips. "I'm a sucker for this kind of stuff. Romance and all. Though I don't like this one as much compared to other works. In the end they die, don't they? They died trying to achieve something as simple as love...it's sad. Unfair. It's a play and all...but it's not hard to imagine such struggles to happen to someone somewhere too." Vanitas said, feeling the journal in the hidden pocket. "Then again I haven't found anyone who I would feel strongly enough to die for yet. So maybe I just haven't felt it until then." Vanitas admitted, getting his hands in his pockets as he watched them practice. He decided to lighten up his thoughts, playfully nudging at James. "What about you? Found anyone that's caught your fancy yet?" Vanitas teased. He couldn't let his thoughts get the better of him. Especially now with the knowledge he had of something beyond the Journal. These Keepers.

*rolls the sheets around me* it's burrito time

I do. Hunter main.

- Helios & Arthur - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - With Henry - Arthur wanted to say something back to Henry, but couldn't come up with anything. Too many thoughts. Too many conflicted ideals mixed with emotions. The sight of Morana's body, of her head rolling on the ground as he decapitated her. The crunch of the bone against the blade. Now there was also what happened right before, the lightning...He simply nodded, turning away from Henry. He would stay by where the King was, and hope to be there when he awoke. "(There was no other way.)" Arthur reminded himself. "(I have to be the sword...I have to kill them before they kill me first.)" Arthur insisted, playing with the stem of the flower that was wrapped around the hilt of his sword. Helios smiled softly at Henry. "Thank you." He said, nodding at him as Henry stepped away. Helios turned to Arthur, frowning at his expression. Arthur looked away. "Don't look at me like that." "Forgive me." "Crap." Arthur sighed. "He's right. The blood of whoever I kill is on me but..." He gritted his teeth. "How else am I supposed to survive in a war...?!" He knew something like this was unavoidable...he just didn't know that it would shake him that badly. Helios pursed his lips. "(The laws of nature do not always apply to man. We were not meant to originally kill each other to survive. That's not how a species is meant to work...)" He thought. Helios looked around, his eyes landing on Raiden. "(Lord Raiden.)" Helios thought. Seeing a moment, he quickly stepped over to greet him and introduce himself. "Lord Raiden." Helios said, bowing his head slightly. "You're...the one who freed Ren from his imprisonment...thank you." Helios said, looking up. "I'm Helios Silverstrider. A friend of Ren. Ren has...passed away. He was fatally injured in the battle..." He informed, gently feeling the necklace. "I originally met with the Queen. However, I have made my choice to join he efforts to help humanity join the two worlds and take down the barrier. Whether Queen Shiva has even noticed my absence or not, it won't do much difference, I believe. I'm a Shapeshifter. I am able to take shape of any creature or animal. I am nowhere near as strong as the originals are, but do know that my powers are at your disposal, sir." Helios said, determined as he assured his alliance to Raiden. He was about to say more, before his eyes landed on Aura, who was unconscious on a bed, just by Henry and the group. "Aura!" Helios said, his focus now on the human girl as he hurried to her side. But there was something...off. No. Missing. "Aura...wait..." Helios looked around. He didn't see him. He looked over to Henry, and his agitation only reinforcing the ache in the pit of his stomach. You already know. "...where is Aurion?" But are you ready to accept?

Vanitas frowned, now feeling guilty. He had ended up dragging James into this, and by the signs from what they were reading, things with the journal seemed to be much darker than what they originally appeared to be. "I'm so sorry, James. I didn't mean to get you dragged into something this...dangerous." Vanitas said, reading from the book he was handed over. Yes, he knew something was odd. This only proved him further. But he didn't think it would be so dire. He didn't want to end up getting someone hurt for the sake of his curiosity. The Unversed settled down the books that they had picked up, walking over to Vanitas as they tugged at his pants, trying to cheer him up. Vanitas closed the book gently, setting it back into the bookshelf. "Don't stick your neck out too far, James. My curiosity has gotten me in trouble before, I don't want to end up dragging you down into something unfixable later on...I'm grown and yet I still get myself into trouble, don't I?" Vanitas said with a soft smile, following James down the stairs as he waved away the Unversed, the little creatures disappearing into shadows. He felt the Journal against his chest in its safe possession, feeling an ache of just thinking what kind of secrets it could tell, yet chose to keep hidden all along. "The journal is meant to create happiness. But sometimes happiness can blind us...be careful James. I worry that these Journals know us more than we know ourselves." He said, pausing as he glanced at the door. "Would you like some company in accomplishing your entry? I already did mine today by the nunnery."

"No one's ever even brought it up. Which is the odd thing about it. If everyone has one and we are all meant to follow it for the sake and happiness of ourselves and one another, I'd figure there would be more talk or information about it. Like there would be lessons in schools about them, or people would casually talk about them to their friends." Vanitas said, narrowing his eyes as he let go of James. "It's an elephant in the room. It's there, and yet we don't know anything about it. It's...terrifying." Vanitas admitted, catching a book in his hands. It looked brand new, yet covered in dust. It contained pages of topics entirely indifferent from one another. It wasn't until reaching around the middle that a different handwriting caught his eye, written in hate on the paper. Some of them weren't even complete paragraphs. More like fragmented statements and entries. 'Writing this for future reference. In a place no one will look, but maybe a stranger will find if something happens. My name is Feliciano Vargas. Don't forget me.' 'My experiment is proving my theory. The more I disobey my Journal, the more bad things happen to me. I don't know if it affects those around me too, though. I'll need more time.' 'Someone's following me. I don't know who, but I know they are. Are they after me because of my experiment? How could they even know anyways? I can see them from here by the window. I'll wait them out.' 'I've seen them. The Keepers. They think I don't see them. Or they know and just haven't made a move. They're everywhere I look. Even in my house. I can see them outside the window as I write this. I don't think they know of this book yet, though. So my thoughts are safe here, at least.' 'IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE IT'S A LIE' There were no more entries after that. Just blank pages followed by even more pages of indifferent topics, as it following where it dropped off. The mad writing of the last entry caused Vanitas' stomach to turn uneasily. It was the same handwriting, but shaky, in haste, almost as if trying to remind one self of the phrase. "I don't like where this is going, James." Vanitas admitted. What the hell was going on?

Bring it I'm emotionally not ready

- Helios & Arthur - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - With Henry - Helios' eyes glistened at the familiar voice, turning to Henry. He was alive! Hurt, but alive! "Henry!" Helios said, not hesitating as he threw his arms around him and hugged Henry. He was careful to be gentle, as to not hurt him further, as he nudged his cheek against him. Arthur stared at Henry, pursing his lips. He still became in awe whenever he saw Henry. Hearing so much of the Dreadnought here and there can make you think that way. Even now. Yet, Arthur was quick to smile softly, his signature smile upon his features once more. "I'm fighting for my kingdom, and for humanity. Even if it means to be a killer. It comes wit the job...you should know that, shouldn't you?" Arthur said, feeling the bandages on his face. It was all part of the process of war. Fight. Kill. Repeat. Until one side won. He just had to make sure that it was theirs...he had to clean his sword. Helios let go of Henry, but still held his hands tightly. The pain of losing one friend aching in his chest even with the gratitude of another one still being alive. "I am..." Helios paused. "...alive." He decided on, because saying he was fine would be a lie. "I...I met Ren, Henry. I saw him. I talked to him. I fought alongside him and..." Helios let go of his hands, returning his attention to the necklace around his neck, holding it as close as he could possibly hold it. "...and I've lost him. He sustained an fatal injury and...he's gone." Helios said, his voice slowly becoming a whisper. His nails dug into his skin as he gritted his teeth. "I haven't forgotten what you have told me...of how I shouldn't let no one change who I am. Who I wish to be. Even in this war..." Helios looked up at Henry, smiling, even with his eyes becoming teary again. "He's...with Ariana again. And I plan to live on to make sure that neither of their deaths were in vain. I am going to fight alongside the human race, tell their story, and break down the barriers and unite the worlds, how they were once long ago. I refuse to stand by and let a world that we have come to love to die at the expense of the prejudice of a mistake from long ago. I realize this is foolish, in a way. To betray the chance the Queen has given me...but to turn my back on you, and Aura, and Aurion, and everyone else who came to show us the beauty of humanity, would make me nothing more than a coward." Helios forced a determined smile, his grip on the talisman lessening, now holding it against where his heart would be, looking at Henry, and unbeknownst to himself, at Ariana. "This is the choice I have made. And for the Queen to underestimate me shall be at her own peril." He was determined. If once a child, from that moment he decided he was not one any longer. He has found his answers, the road he would travel. Sure, he would have lots of troubles on the way, perils to overcome, dangers to face. Ren and Ariana were already at the end. But he would make sure that by the time he got there to greet them, he would have one hell of a story to tell.

- Arthur - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - Arthur was wrapped up in bandages and fixed up the best he could be at the moment. Bandages wrapped across his head and face, healing plants pressed against his skin in order to ease the healing process. No broken bones, miraculously, but lots of cuts and bruises that would make him ache for the following weeks at the very least. He got lucky. Too lucky. He just hoped he hadn't ran out of it just yet. Rolling past him, into the emergency section of the tents, he saw the flash of his king, only a blur of movement as he was taken away. "Your majesty!" Arthur began, wishing to follow, but quickly stopped on his tracks. "We cannot allow any distractions inside the ICU right now." The healer insisted, leaving Arthur to nod in understanding. He watched as the healer stepped back into the area, the curtain falling over and separating the sights once more. He sighed, holding his head. Taking in a deep breath as he reached into his armor, taking out the envelope with the flowers and letter. He hadn't seen Visco since they had left for this world, and that was long, long ago...he wondered how she was doing. He reached inside, taking out one of the many flowers he had shoved in here, before returning the envelope to its hiding place. He lifted the flower to his eyes, twirling it between his fingers. It was as crimson as that of the blood that covered his sword. "No matter what you do to it, as long as the core remains intact, it shall always regrow and flourish." He murmured, holding the flower close. Day one of war was over, and yet it already left a devastating path in its wake. His king lay at the hands of healers and medics, allies lay dead in the fields, while others were left with injuries both physical and mental that they would never be able to recover from. One day in and they were already so broken...but that also meant that the enemy was just as broken as they were. Maybe. "(Then let this flower represent humanity.)" Arthur thought, gripping it tightly. "(That no matter how many times we are pushed down, broken, persecuted or starved into extinction...as long as we exist. Our core. Our faith. Our pride...we will come back.)" Arthur held the flower, gently, but tightly tying it around the details of his sword's hilt. A promise. He would not allow humanity to fall...even at the cost of his own sanity. "Heaven can wait...there's still work for us in hell." - Helios - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - Helios watched as the Healers carefully wrapped Ren's body in white sheets, readying the bed for any other critical patient that could come in. "He is of the Wind Drakon Tribe. He...his family might...wish to bury him in their ways." Helios muttered, his grip still shaky. One healer walked over, gently guiding him away. "Come along now." He hummed, guiding Helios out of the area. Helios frowned, closing his eyes momentarily. "(“How lucky was I, to have had something that makes saying goodbye so hard...good night, Ren.)" Helios thought as he followed, only pausing as he watched non-other than King Alderon himself being brought in for emergency healing. Even he could tell the man was between life and death as he was...much like Ren was just moments ago. He didn't know what to feel. Part of him screamed for vengeance, for the hatred he had felt for so long. Because in all, he still felt it. He hated Alderon. He hated what he and his men had done. To him. To Ariana. If it wasn't for him...they might still be together. He hated him so much...but yet...thinking of his death brought him no comfort either. By the time he was guided out, he bumped right into Arthur, staring straight at him. "You." Arthur hummed. Helios blinked a few times before looking away. Arthur pursed his lips, frowning. "I'm...sorry about your friend." Arthur said. Really? That's all he could come up with right now? Helios shook his head. "...he was a know it all." Helios hummed, smiling fondly for a moment. "A curious soul...I'm sure that now with Ariana, he has a whole new world to explore and discover. This time in peace." He said, forcing himself from crying any further. "Once he said something from a book. I didn't understand its meaning back then...but now, its meaning seems so clear to me." Arthur looked up, for a moment, his eyes full of curiosity. "What is it?" " 'If the road is easy, the destination is worthless.' " Helios looked up, his pupils sharpened for a moment, taking Arthur aback. "I hate your king and the men who selfishly followed his orders without any second thought. I will always hate him, now, and for eternity, for what he did to us. That shall never change. But I don't hate humanity. The three of us...have come to love the world below. We broke the rules to explore on our own risks. The chain of reactions that our actions have caused is unstoppable. But I will not allow their deaths to be in vain. I will break down the barrier, and unite the worlds how it should have been from the very beginning. That is my promise." Arthur couldn't help but to scoff, quickly covering his mouth. "You're going to have to kill a lot of people to make that happen." Arthur murmured. Helios growled to himself. "I refuse to take a life in a war where both sides are full of innocents." "Now you're just being picky." Arthur smiled a bit, only to frown soon after. This kid was different from the Fey he saw in the grand feast long ago. His eyes now burned with a life and passion he hadn't seen before. It was a fire...a fire he saw once in a dream. "Well, if you're going to play the part of the diplomat." Arthur said, his hand at the hilt of his sword. "Then I'll play the part of the knight." He looked up. "We both want to save humanity, right? Then I'll be the sword. You see, I foresee death! And I shall be its author! So...don't stop me from doing so...deal?" Arthur asked, offering his hand. Helios looked down, gently extending his hand before shaking it. "...deal." Helios stared, before an amusing smile pursing his lips. Arthur definitely noticed. "What you smiling about?" "Just thinking...not too long ago you were stopping me from throwing mashed potatoes at your princess with scorn." Arthur groaned. "Yeah...don't do that again, please."

Vanitas sighed in relief. So it was going to go fine. Good. However, as he saw James activate his ability, his eyes glistened in awe. He wasn't the only one! James had magic too! Well, that was one thing less to worry about. "(How come I never noticed any of that before.)" Vanitas thought, pursing his lips as he watched James. "H-Hey! Careful now." Vanitas said as he followed him to the stairs, keeping a close distance. "That takes a lot out of you, doesn't it? Let me help." Vanitas said, offing his arm to help him up the stairs. The last thing he wanted was for James to start climbing only to fall back and break a bone, or worse. "No wonder you can find stuff so quickly in a place this big. You're amazing, ya know?" Vanitas asked as they walked up the stairs. He felt where he held his Journal with his free hand, momentarily. "I've been following my Journal since as far as I can remember. But...it's just, something seems...off. It's the best to do what it tells us but...there has to be something more to it. Maybe it's just my imagination. But I want to make sure." Vanitas explained. It was a gnawing thought in his mind, poking and probing constantly. Even when he asked the Journal itself, unsurprisingly, it didn't give him any answers. "Your secret's safe with me...you aren't the only one." Vanitas chuckled, glancing around the library. "It's ok guys. You can meet him now." Vanitas spoke. At the top of the stairs, holding multiple books in their paws, the Flood looked down on the two as they came to the fourth floor, allowing themselves to be seen. "I'm able to summon these creatures. They help me out when there's no one around to see them. My Journal told me that I should stop summoning them...but I haven't. So they're my partners. They don't have names, though." Vanitas explained, smiling. "I mean, haven't you eve felt odd following the Journal? Or in general? Like you're missing something, but you can't tell what it is? Then when you try to remember...it all goes back to the Journal."

When I die, I want my Fireteam to lower my casket into the grave so they can let me down one last time

Vanitas didn't hear James walk up, jumping slightly, only to relax in a smile as he turned. "Hey there, James! Nice to see you too." Vanitas said as he glanced around at the bookshelves. "The boss has a class today, so I figured I'd come by and catch up on my reading." Vanitas hummed, glancing back at James. "(Nothing can truly hide from him in this library.)" Vanitas thought. Could he ask James about the books? Part of him was afraid to. Witchcraft and anything of the sort was heavily frowned upon...the last thing he needed was to be banned from the only library in town from being suspected of it. But then again...he might be the only person in this place who could possibly know if there were any books in the matter in the fire place. "(It's worth a shot. What's the worst that can happen?)" Vanitas thought, clearing his throat. "Oh yeah, I'm looking for something specific. I was wondering if you had anything related to...um...diaries?" He began. "It sounds strange, but I was just wondering if there was anything on that...or of supernatural occurrences that maybe have happened in past around here? Like a record book or old newspapers?" Vanitas asked, his eyes glancing around as he could see, sense the shadows of his floods running around, searching for books.

You know you're not that social when just talking with strangers emotionally exhausts you'

Anyone with Destiny 2 willing to do the Levithian Raid with me around this time? We desperately need people.