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Ever since he'd first arrived on the Satellite, Ienzo had been aware that the theory about other worlds had been perfectly true. Or at least, more true than they might have first thought. He would, after all, be the first to admit that the Satellite wasn't really a world and for all that they were in orbit around a planet he couldn't be entirely certain it wasn't just Radiant Garden. He assumed it was, but he'd never seen Radiant Garden from above before, and he rather preferred to have solid evidence before committing himself fully to one theory or another.

But for all that, he's never actually stepped out onto another world. He doesn't know what it can be like to breathe another air, and know another sky as Lexaeus does - there's a soft gasp as they step out into the desert night and then he falls silent with wonder. It's beautiful and though he doesn't (can't?) find the words to say what's on his mind it's apparent in how he stares at everything, from the city, to the stars in the sky (so different from the ones he knows), to what must certainly be the gleam of a far-off lighthouse.

It's beautiful and strange and Ienzo wants to know everything about it, even if he hasn't forgotten what they came for.

Lexaeus smiled down at Ienzo warmly. When they'd become Nobodies, there was no time for wonder in Zexion's life when he saw new worlds; from what Lexaeus could tell, there was only the task ahead of Zexion. To see this joy and wonder gave him a pang of regret that he couldn't have seen it before. He should have done more. He should have done something. Maybe that idea was something he needed to think on.

Lexaeus looked around them again, trying to see what Ienzo was seeing. This place was almost wholly unlike the garden. "Would you like to explore a bit? We have time."

More than 'almost' wholly unlike, by Ienzo's perspective, and there was a moment of deeply pleased silence before he finally turned back to Lexaeus. For all that they were here for a reason, and for all that he knew they couldn't stay, he was still young at heart. If they had time, they might as use it, and exploration sounded perfectly wonderful.

So he nodded, offering up one of his rare smiles to go with it.

"Come, then. We will walk and enjoy the evening." Lexaeus smiled back and offered his hand to Ienzo. It was a pleasant night for a walk, and he had no doubts about his ability to handle trouble should they run into it. They could walk down to the waterfront and look at the ships on the water.

Again, Ienzo nodded as he took Lexaeus' hand. As long as he had Aeleus with him, he shouldn't need to worry for anything, even in a strange new city on a strange new world. That was point of having guards, after all. To keep people safe, both inside the walls and without.

Of course, even after taking Lexaeus' hand he didn't exactly run towards the city, but he most certainly made his impatience clear all the same. The sooner they got to exploring the sooner he'd be able to compare this world to the one he knew best - and he couldn't help but be curious about the people of the city too. What were they like? What languages did they speak? Would they be able to understand them at all? There was still so much to learn.

Lexaeus kept an eye out. In an area as warm as this one, people might be more likely to be out at night. It would mean interesting meetings for Ienzo, but it also meant that they had to be a bit more cautious. The street upon which they were walking seemed to lead into the main parts of the city, branching off into several directions.

"Where would you like to go? The library is in that direction, if the information we had is correct." Lexaeus pointed. It would be a bit of a walk to get to the library in any case. "Down in that direction are the docks, where the ships will be in port. I doubt you have ever seen so many at once."

It was tempting to simply go straight to the library. But on the other hand, they would be going to that later and Ienzo knew quite well that they weren't going to be staying long. So why not see something other than the library, especially when he wouldn't have been surprised to find that libraries were much the same across all the worlds.

"The docks." While he was dimly aware of the fact that there were ships in Radiant Garden, he hadn't ever really managed to escape from his various caretakers long enough to make it out to get a proper look at them. Not to mention surely a different world would have different ships than the ones he'd been used to seeing.

Lexaeus nodded, then frowned inwardly. The streets seemed a bit more inclined to detritus. Presumably, there weren't the same sanitation requirements that he was used to; you did run into that in some worlds. "Pardon me," he said, bending to pick Ienzo up.

Ienzo would likely not be happy about this; he wasn't a small child, after all. It was better than trudging through muck, however, even if there was no Even to look at them both in that way once they returned home.

Even with the warning, Ienzo started as his feet left the ground. True, he'd noted the state of the streets - hard not to, when he was closer to it than most people might be - but that didn't mean he was a child. He hadn't been that young in years, and although he was careful to not squirm so much that Aeleus would be forced to drop him, he did turn to favor him with a thoroughly displeased look.

He wasn't so young as all that, and although he didn't offer anything beyond his disapproving gaze, his silence easily spoke volumes. So why use his voice, when a single look could do just as well?

"I would spare you the necessity of multiple baths when we return to the Sattelite," Lexaeus said. Most people would have withered under the strength of Ienzo's glare, but he wasn't quite so practiced as Zexion. Even if Zexion's glares were not, as it were, usually directed at Lexaeus. "I suspect that the docks will involve fish detritus, and you don't have so many clothes that we can afford to abandon what you're wearing."

It's true, really. He doesn't have all that many clothes and though he's spent all of his life in either the castle or the city he's heard enough of the general properties of bits of fish to be able to see the point. Personal experience there can wait forever, as far as he's concerned.

There's an irritated huff at Lexaeus' words, as he shifts again so as to see where he's going, and his face settles into a grumbling sort of acceptance. He can understand the desire, and will even concede the point, in the end. He will not like it much, and he's all but certain it'll only make them stand out more than they probably already do.

Lexaeus considers the situation. Ienzo doesn't tend to like idle chatter, but he does like information about what he's experiencing. On the balance, Lexaeus decides it's best to inquire before deciding a course of action. "I could tell you something of cities like this one, if you would prefer it."

He doesn't know this particular city, but experience makes up for a great deal; he's already assessed it, and sharing that knowledge with Ienzo may well be desired.

Ienzo's first inclination is to simply pretend he hadn't even heard Aeleus speak, turning up his nose metaphorically at the offer in reaction for the slight that he still hasn't quite gotten over. It's only the offer of information - and he's none too sure how Aeleus has gotten this information he claims to have - that gets him to reconsider. He knows there's certainly things that Aeleus hasn't told him, after all, and he supposes it's not too surprising that some of that might cover worlds like this. Of course, in light of this recent irritation the fact that there are things he doesn't know doesn't much help, but eventually the lure of knowledge wins out.

He can confront Aeleus about the other things that he's noticed later, when it'll be less immediately associated with this. So he nods, and there's only a little hesitation to it. He'll gladly listen about worlds like this one.

"Very well." Lexaeus notes the hesitation. He won't inquire after it, as Ienzo will come to him in his own time with whatever thoughts or concerns that he has. Likely, Ienzo merely could not decide whether he wished to discuss things when he had been so manhandled. Still, perhaps Lexaeus should speak with some people. He mislikes keeping Ienzo in the dark, but it doesn't seem that there would be any benefit to Ienzo knowing of what will happen to him. Even in the event that they retain the memory of their time on the satellite.

"Port cities like this one tend to have some of the most varied populations. As well, they have swiftly changing populations, as they act as hubs on trade routes. While landlocked cities on trade routes will exhibit a greater variety in population, port cities seem to encourage it more." The docks were coming into sight, and it gave even Lexaeus pause to see just how many ships were moored there.

Ienzo's silent as Lexaeus explains, although this isn't anything particularly out of the ordinary. He does nod, when it seems reasonably appropriate and acceptable to do so, but for the most part he simply takes in the information presented. Whatever the reason behind Aeleus knowing it as he does is, it's certainly perfectly understandable. Ships have to have crews and those ships need not even always be trading ships. Some people will surely stay in the city, to make the most of the opportunities here.

And yet even with the variety in the populace there's still something he's coming to notice. Aeleus could certainly be mistaken for one of the various people coming in and out of the city, and relatively easily, at that. His appearance is not so easily explained away, however, between his clothes and his hair and the fact bothers him.

"We stand out."

"We do," Lexaeus confirmed. It was an unavoidable fact. They stood out against the worlds to which they weren't native, and the world that the satellite hung above was one of them. Sometimes the differences weren't that noticable, but at other times they were glaring. This city didn't seem so bad as some, but they were still sure to stand out.

Lexaeus pondered it for a moment, then said, "In the instance that you are aware that you must be standing out, the best thing to do is act as if you belong and move with purpose. If someone appears to have something to do, others tend to be content to ignore them."

Act as if... how could he, when he hadn't the slightest idea of what there was for him to belong to. He could certainly pretend to be a good deal younger than he actually was, but even that was something that he wasn't sure he was actually ready to do and even if he did he wasn't quite sure he was ready to give Aeleus more than he was surely already having to deal with. Perhaps he could pretend that he was incapable of-- no, that would be problematic as well, if someone happened to see him later.

Perhaps it really would be best to pretend simply that he belonged where he was, as much as he rather loathed the idea and Ienzo settled for simply nodding again.

Lexaeus smiled at Ienzo. "One becomes accustomed with time." There was always so much going on inside Ienzo's head; thankfully at this age, he could more or less follow it, even given Ienzo's relative lack of expression. It was heartening to remember that he hadn't the skill, currently, for much dissimulation.

Lexaeus paused when he got to the docks; there was quite a way until they reached the ships proper, but it was nonetheless an impressive vista.

With time? Ienzo wasn't quite ready to believe that entirely - the only way he'd ever be able to look less out of place was if he managed to look anything but far too young. Admittedly, even he knew that growing up would take care of that to an extent, but right now it was damnable hard to present a convincing presence. Not to say that he didn't try his best, but he knew there was bound to be people it wasn't working on as well as he'd hoped.

This time there wasn't a nod at Lexaeus' words, largely due to the fact they'd just arrived at the docks and even without them having gotten particularly near the ships there was still more then enough to suitably capture Ienzo's attention.

Lexaeus stayed where he was for a moment to let Ienzo take it in. It was lovely even if one wasn't used to it, and Ienzo deserved to take some time to see the first world he'd properly visited. At the moment, he was content to wait until Ienzo indicated that he was ready to move forward, and that might, it seemed, take some time.

It was time he would gladly take. Everything here was so different from what he knew, and he wanted to make sure that he could come back to the sights and sounds of this other world later. Who knew when he'd get another choice like this, after all? So he did spend several long moments simply taking in everything he possibly could, carefully storing the pieces of memory away.

It was only once he had everything tucked neatly away to his satisfaction that he offered a nod and a sort of self-satisfied smile. He was ready to move forward, now.

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.

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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.

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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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