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longestnight_old2015-07-07 10:49 pm
not_the_philistine) wrote in longestnight_old2015-07-07 10:49 pm
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Is it storytime yet? (Open)
The un-copy-able sigils had been memorized, and Goliath had already sorted through the library to assemble all the texts he could find relating to enemies they knew they'd encountered. There must be more in the stacks yet too obscure for him to recognize their reference, but he would surely find them yet.
Now, though, the task he'd given himself in the library was to comb through stories for ones that might yet become relevant to them - either stories likely to bring new Guardians, or new children's nightmares to life.
He'd settled upon a particular story that he'd been aware of back in New York, but hadn't yet chosen for his own reading pleasaure. Fantasy stories had never offered him much in the way of escapism from his own fantastic life, and yet tended to be too speculative to relate to the reality of living hidden among humans.
This, though, he was finding himself drawn into as he skimmed through the early chapters, drawn in by the prose and the glimmers of philosophy it promised.
He came across a passage too well worded not to speak.
"- many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life." He drew the words out, thoughtful. "Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends."
Beautifully put. He'd have to remember the words.
Now, though, the task he'd given himself in the library was to comb through stories for ones that might yet become relevant to them - either stories likely to bring new Guardians, or new children's nightmares to life.
He'd settled upon a particular story that he'd been aware of back in New York, but hadn't yet chosen for his own reading pleasaure. Fantasy stories had never offered him much in the way of escapism from his own fantastic life, and yet tended to be too speculative to relate to the reality of living hidden among humans.
This, though, he was finding himself drawn into as he skimmed through the early chapters, drawn in by the prose and the glimmers of philosophy it promised.
He came across a passage too well worded not to speak.
"- many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life." He drew the words out, thoughtful. "Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends."
Beautifully put. He'd have to remember the words.
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Cassie had been browsing the library for her own reading material, but if someone with that kind of voice was going to be reading The Lord of the Rings out loud, she was not about to miss out on that. Especially when she'd already fought the Nazgûl here: call it a refresher course for training.
As such, she'd literally taken to the air zip over and assumed proper criss-cross applesauce storytime position on the carpet in front of the totally ripped giant purple guy with wings and a tail.
Goliath, please enjoy your audience of one (1) apparently-fearless blonde in her late teens. No need to start over again, unless you want to, of course.
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