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USERNAME: librarian Angela Library of Ruina TEXT • AUDIO • VIDEO • ACTION • OVERFLOW

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[ a poem... ]

And are you gonna share? [ ... ] I'd like to hear!

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( angela's quiet. maybe she isn't going to recite it. maybe she shouldn't—but she does, voice soft and gentle like a nighttime breeze. )

"Wishing not to have
so much as a speck of shame
toward heaven until the day I die,
I suffered, even when the wind stirred the leaves.
With my heart singing to the stars,
I shall love all things that are dying.
And I must walk the road
that has been given to me.
Tonight, again, the stars are
brushed by the wind."

( ... )

That's all.

[ignoreher]

... That's really beautiful.

[ and she means it, too. it's a lovely, lonely poem, and reminds her of the angela who was so angry at being left behind, the angela who had seen them loop after loop after loop, the angela who resented her creators for making her who she was and followed the path laid out before her.

... who stepped off it, onto her own. it's a very, very lovely poem. ]

Something you read back in The Library?

[worldexecute]

Something I... ( ... ) Yes.

( no. it was before that, probably, but it's easier to say it was in the library. )

What do you think of it?

[ignoreher]

It sounds... lonely, and yearning. Like the person who wrote it wanted to be brushed by the wind, too. That the world moved without them, when they wanted to move with the world, off the path that they'd been given.

[ something... like that. she's not the analytic of their floor, not the literature nerd of their floor, not the sensitive artistic soul... but that's what she thinks.

she wished she could've been brushed by the wind, too. ]

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( angela grows quiet, face turned away. that the world moved without them... )

...Perhaps that's why I felt myself so drawn to it. ( back then, and in reflection. ) Do you have a piece of poetry rattling somewhere in that head of yours that you feel similarly about?

( she doubts it. but. )

[ignoreher]

Not a one.

[ sorry she's the history girl

that said... her smile softens. ]

But I like the things Takasugi sings about.

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( immediately makes a face and turns away entirely, busying herself with her book again. )

That's nice, Malkuth. Anything else?

[ignoreher]

[ please ]

He really isn't that bad, Angela! I underestimated him too... But no, nothing like yours. [ hmmm. ] The way a friend of mine talks about painting is nice too, though.

[worldexecute]

( "he isn't that bad" he literally is. )

Are you going to pick that up in addition to the rest of your jobs and hobbies?

[ignoreher]

What, painting? Why not? It'll be a fun past time once I figure out how to blend colors.

[ sue her ]

[worldexecute]

...What's there to figure out?

[ignoreher]

It's not as simple as red and blue make purple. By adding different hues, or even starting with a completely opposing color on the wheel, you can make the result warm, vibrant, cool... all kinds of things! There's a science behind it that artists can do with just a look!

[ she's been reading, ]

I haven't seen him in action myself, but I'd really like to! We've just been drawing together mostly.

[worldexecute]

( uhhhh huhhhhhhh. )

It sounds like something Netzach would enjoy. ( would have enjoyed. ) Are you any good at it?

[ignoreher]

Nope.

[ but like that's gonna stop her ]

[worldexecute]

( my god can people do things they're GOOD AT instead of breaking the status quo. )

I hope you get better. I do not want drawings a five year old could accomplish pushed into my face.

[ignoreher]

[ this girl isn't good at anything tho? ]

Oh, but you do want one?

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I... didn't say that.

( she didn't not say that. )

[ignoreher]

[ but she did. to malkuth. ]

When I'm satisfied with the result, I'll give you the picture I've painted. Okay?

[worldexecute]

( but sh )

Whatever. If you have no other business, leave.

[ignoreher]

[ heheh. malkuth'll stand, okay, okay... ]

I'll see you around, Angela! Don't be a stranger!

[ like they won't be having morning meetings every day ]