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Dónde está la biblioteca

Characters: Lexaeus, Ienzo
Content: He's a Nobody with a bit of a past. He's a selectively mute child-scientist. Together, they rescue books from burning!
Location: Alexandria, 48 BC.
Time of Day: Night
Warnings: Stealing from a royal library is srs business.

Lexaeus suspected that they looked out of place, but even at night, it was clear that the city of Alexandria was as cosmopolitan as any. There was an air to places like this, from world to world, cities that thrived on trade. In this city, it was less likely that they would be noticed; with so many different people coming and going, strangers would be looked at and dismissed.

He hadn't quite realized that he was used to this instinctive understanding. True, he'd been to many worlds, but after a while, it merely became routine. To lose both innocence and wonder...it was sad, somehow. Lexaeus turned to check on his companion; hopefully Ienzo would be impressed by the city. Wonder was something to be treasured.

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Lexaeus continued towards the docks. There was some movement, even at this time of night, but people seemed disinclined to take notice of them. Or at the least, the few people who did glance their way didn't seem interested in inquiring further about their activities. He headed down towards the ships, bobbing on the water. It smelled like an open air market here; he supposed that that only made sense, as the goods that went to the market came through this place. Lexaeus stopped near a large ship; likely there was someone awake on board, so he kept his distance.

The fact that no one was directly questioning their intentions went a long way towards soothing Ienzo's lingering discomfort at the whole idea in general. It wasn't gone, precisely, but it made things easier to find that people really weren't asking and whether that was due more to the time of day or Aeleus' physical presence was something he wasn't going to answer. Knowing the answer would take the mystery out of it, leaving it to just be another fragile excuse.

So instead he simply went to work categorizing what he could of the various scents of the area, and it was only once Lexaeus drew to a stop that he finally spoke up again. "Tell me about them?"

"The ships?" Lexaeus wasn't very familiar with them; shipbuilding had never quite become an interest of his. He preferred architecture, so one of his pleasures at being able to travel to other worlds was to see the way in which people constructed buildings on other worlds. At least Ienzo seemed to be focused more on their surroundings than he was on the uncomfortable position of being strangers in this land. It did belatedly occur to Lexaeus that he might be obliged to feel guilty about encouraging Ienzo in an act of burglary, but at this point, it couldn't be helped.

Ienzo blinked, and then nodded with a faint scowl of irritation. What else would he have been asking about, when there weren't enough people around to matter and Aeleus wouldn't have been able to tell him much about them anyway. Well-traveled or not, there wasn't anything someone was going to be able to tell about a stranger on any world.

Although on second thought he supposed he didn't need to know about the ships specifically. If Aeleus wanted to talk about something else instead that would do well enough.

"I'm afraid my knowledge is poor in that area. Perhaps something at the library will be helpful." Lexaeus pondered it for a moment. "And if you continue to frown like that, you will look like Even sooner or later."

Besides, a library visit was why they'd come in the first place. Lexaeus did find the idea that the library's destruction had crippled learning for future generations to be an interesting, if tragic, one. Zexion would likely wax poetic about it, so long as Even wasn't there to be dismissive.

The comment that Aeleus wasn't particularly knowledgeable about ships in general is met with a sigh, although he really wanted to offer up up another frown in return. But since he'd much prefer to not end up looking nearly as serious as Even does he settles for looking vaguely displeased instead.

After a moment or so of silence that was either consideration or a mild form of irritation at the remark about Even, he nods his agreement. The library would presumably have at least something on the ships, and they might as well go now. He's seen the docks and that will be enough for now.

Lexaeus turned to head away from the docks, and soon bent to set Ienzo down. "The streets are cleaner here; I will not restrict you any longer." Not that Ienzo tended to run very far, not when someone was actually with him. Still, it would give Ienzo enough freedom to look around and see what he liked.

Not very far, no. He's too fond of being able to run back to somewhere he considers comfortably safe, if someone's with him. Still, there's a very audible sigh of relief as he's lowered to the ground again. Although he'd been willing to tolerate being carried, with a suitable explanation he does very much prefer his own two legs. At least then he doesn't have to decide whether or not to pretend at being an invalid.

He doesn't immediately go running off though. Instead he turns to offer a nod up at Lexaeus - one part thanks and one part self-satisfied relief - and then takes up a position at Lexaeus' side. He can run off to look at things later (and probably will).

Lexaeus nods back and heads towards their destination slowly. Having been on the satellite for some time has reacquainted him with how slowly he needs to walk for little Ienzo to keep up. He'd become accustomed to Zexion, who it seemed to him preferred to act as if Lexaeus didn't have to slow his pace for him to keep up. It was an interesting balancing act, making sure that he walked slowly enough that Zexion didn't get exhausted, but quickly enough that he didn't feel coddled.

For the time being, Ienzo is simply content to have someone who's willing to slow to something nearer to his pace. It makes it easier, and there's only so fast he can go, even at his fastest. Still, he does eventually go running enough to take a closer look at some of architecture of the city. It's so very different from the Garden and he hadn't really had the chance to see it properly when he'd been in Lexaeus' arms.

He does, however, make sure that he doesn't get too far away in his explorations and that he keeps heading in the general direction of the library.

Lexaeus is glad, however nice the city is, when the library comes in view. There's no way to tell whether or how it is guarded, since the records were not primarily concerned with that. He has no doubts that they will succeed, but it would still be more comfortable to know exactly what he's getting into.

By the time the library comes into view, Ienzo is once again walking at Lexaeus' side. As intriguing as the architecture is, it can only hold his attention so long. And then there's the fact of getting into the library itself and Ienzo has read far to much to not be assuming - perhaps not entirely correctly - that he might be required to squeeze through some small place or another and he wants to be sure that he's at hand should there be a need.

The idea that the library might be guarded hasn't even crossed his mind.

Lexaeus heads up to the library; it appears to be dark and silent at this time of night, which is a bit of a relief. They should be able to get at least some things before they're lost. No one appears concerned with stopping them from going in, either, so it seems that either going in at night is the norm or security just is truly poor. Lexaeus can't help but disapprove of that; one should always protect the valuable cornerstones of the community.

The fact that it's dark and silent is relatively unsurprising. True, Ienzo is used to people being up at unusual hours, but that doesn't mean he's entirely unaware of how things usually happen. All the same, he agrees with Lexaeus' opinion of the lack of security. Even if the library isn't seen as anything particularly special, scrolls are vulnerable to any of a number of things and someone really ought to be on hand to take care of that.

Even if it will make their task easier to not run into anyone.

"What would you like to collect?" Lexaeus asks. He isn't quite sure whether they should look for specific things or just save what they can for the sake of saving it. Either way, they'll be doing some good. It feels strange to think of a heist in such terms, but truly, it will be of help.

Ienzo blinks at the question. That saving something is certainly going to happen, he barely even knows what's in the library to begin with, much less how it organizes its boo-- its scrolls. As such, he rather suspects that they'll simply have to save what they can.

It's regrettable really, but it's not like he can see a way to figure out what's where and so he offers a shrug that manages to imply that it's probably more likely to be whatever they can find.

Lexaeus inclines his head. Likely Ienzo is right, though Lexaeus had forgotten quite how large scrolls could be. "If you see anything that catches your attention, point it out to me."

It truly does seem to be a vast collection; Lexaeus feels a pang, knowing that so many would be lost. Projects like this would be worth the ability to travel between worlds; they should have been saving knowledge and learning for the sake of doing so. It would have been much better for Ienzo to grow up with that.

That earns Lexaeus a nod in return. Though Ienzo still isn't certain he'll know what is interesting enough to catch his interest, the point is generally moot. As long as something survives the fire that is to come, they'll have made a difference. Not as much of one as Ienzo would like, but he knows that even between the two of them they're unlikely to be able to stop a raging inferno.

Instead, Ienzo makes his way into the library proper. In theory, they have some time, and if he can figure out the trick to how the library categorizes the scrolls there may yet be some hope to finding something of worth. Or, at the very last, ensuring that their choices are somewhat more than simple random selections.

Lexaeus looked over the sections; most of the scrolls were pure gibberish to him, however valuable they might be; thankfully some of them also included illustrations. It seemed as if he'd found a section relating to the building of mechanical devices of some sort. That certainly seemed like it would be valuable; building and artistic techniques were so often lost when the masters who knew of them passed away.

He waved Ienzo over to show him.

Ienzo own explorations had yet to turn up anything particularly significant, so he didn't waste any time in coming over to see what Lexaeus had found. Admittedly most of the writing was all but incomprehensible to him, but the illustrations were at least enough to suggest at something of the content. He might have preferred to save the writings of some ancient philosopher, but given that as things stand he wouldn't be able to tell them from any of the other scrolls, what they have will have to do.

There's a moment of silence all the same, however, before Ienzo offers a somber nod. If the point is to rescue something of worth these will do.

Edited 2012-11-15 21:38 (UTC)

Lexaeus began to gather some of the scrolls. They could head back soon. This was quite a worthwhile adventure; hopefully they could do something of the sort again soon. It was too bad that Zexion couldn't have been with him to use the time machine; doubtless he would have been fascinated.

There's the slightest of pauses, and then Ienzo sets about gathering what scrolls he can as well. They're more awkward than the books he's used to, but that is only a minor inconvenience, when compared to the good that will come of this. That they may end up needing to explain why they're taking so many things out of the library is something that hasn't escaped his attention, but then again, it wasn't as if they had much difficulty in getting into the library in the first place.

It was better to generally assume the worst, however, and that was something Ienzo was perfectly willing to do.

Lexaeus stops gathering scrolls when he feels he's collected what he can carry without being dangerously overburdened. It looks as if Ienzo will be carrying some of their bounty back as well, which is all to the good. "Are you ready to go?" It doesn't seem as if it will be difficult to get back out, given the level of security.

Ienzo nods as soon as he's picked up as many scrolls as he can manage in turn. It's fewer than Lexaeus can, but that's only to be expected, given that he's nowhere near Lexaeus' size and doesn't want to be. Small is better for hiding, and that's more useful anyway.

Edited 2012-11-17 05:13 (UTC)

Aeleus nods and heads for the door; it doesn't appear that there's even anyone up and about enough to stop them. He briefly regrets - again - teaching Ienzo the value of dubiously justifiable petty theft at such a young age.

The fact that they aren't stopped is something that Ienzo considers to be a great relief. With so much uncertainty involved in this excursion it's nice to have things go comparatively well. Ienzo certainly isn't directly thinking of it as theft, which could honestly be a good thing or a bad thing, but he knows that the situation is one that's anything but normal - he certainly wouldn't consider keeping the books from the average library!

Lexaeus is just as glad that they manage to return to the time machine without incident; he piles the scrolls as well as he can and turns to Ienzo. "Here; allow me to help you with those."

Ienzo is fairly certain he could manage the scrolls on his own, but all the same he's relatively willing to let Lexaeus take the scrolls. As long as they get back safely, it doesn't matter who carries the scrolls in the end.

This small section is free from the fire now, and he can only hope they end up somewhere useful.

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