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Date & Time: November 10th, evening.
Location: Library
Characters: Lancelot & you!
Summary: When a knight gets distressed about having no one to protect, he ... reads poetry?
Warnings/Rating: None? PG to start I guess ...

Lancelot had to admit that being in Exsilium was a bit less exciting than his everyday life. Sure, there were a lot of people and things here to learn about, but at home, he had been fighting for his life -- or manipulating people for Guinevere's life -- pretty much every single day. Downtime was rare, and even when he had it, he mostly had Guinevere to attend to, Guinevere to talk to, Guinevere to keep him company.

Here, he had no one. No one except the library he had discovered a few weeks ago. If you were to frequent the library, in fact, you might suspect that he even lives there. Today is no different, Lancelot is tucked in a corner by a bookshelf, perusing what seems to be a flowery poetry book that looks a bit out of place in his hands, all things considered.

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Taicea was thoroughly amazed by the library. She wasn't used to seeing so many books in one place. So she was making her way amongst the shelves, trying to find something to read. Unfortunately everything was written in a language she didn't recognize save from posts on the network. She had yet to find anything written in New Krytan.

Before long she'd given up on finding something to read and was just looking for a book with pretty pictures. She rounded a corner and spotted Lancelot there. Quietly she crept over and peered at the book in his hand. Purple eyes wide and glowing somewhat, along with her markings.

"What are you reading, sir?" She spoke as she stood upright, hands behind her back and a curious expression on her pale green face.

Lucy had been meaning to go to the library for a while now, though she hadn't wanted to go until she knew her friend was going to recover well enough. Said friend being Erza, of course.

Not really sure what sort of book she wanted to look for, she sauntered into the library, glancing curiously towards Lancelot. Because it's not every day you see a guy reading poetry, of all things.

Flowery poetry and prose is mighty out of place for some, and Shadow the Hedgehog is no exception. No matter how much he complains about free time, about leisure, there are times when he quietly retires to a corner of the library himself, olden tomes of purple writing and elegant words nestled comfortably in his grip.

Today, it seems he isn't alone. He tends to slip into a normally untouched corner, the only sight gracing his weathered, ruddy eyes being soothing words. Now, however, there rests one human being, hefting a book much like his own.

It's a curious sight, really, one that prompts him to be admittedly invasive, gravitating near him and eyeing the book in his palms, tail twitching behind him.

"Is poetry a subject you enjoy?"

Mia was holding two books of her own, one labeled as a lost history, the other hard to read around her supporting arm. She'd been coming to the library often since her own arrival, seeing Lancelot here and there as she pursued her own studies.

Most of those were on electronic tablets and collections of books stored electronically, as was the nature of this library, but she couldn't complain. There were enough books of a more traditional make she didn't feel utterly out of place and out of time.

Honestly, she had no idea she would be running into someone she spoke briefly with over the network. The text function provided that extra bit of anonymity, so bothering him as though he were an ally seemed out of the question. In fact, the King of Knights would have been better off not noticing him as she poked her way through each section of the library. With her armor not on her, she appeared more a tiny girl as ever as she slipped easily through people and scattered belongings with ease.

"Hmm." Not so quiet in her contemplation, the disturbance would easily be overlooked by others invested in their books. Only then did she notice the bookshelf near the gentleman. "Pardon me, but is this where one might find books about..."

A pause. Almost as though she didn't wish to say it. Not that it lasted long; she had to figure some things out and the time she spent keeping it to herself is time wasted.

"Social etiquette?"

Meditating and synchronizing with your sword and calligraphy could only occupy so much time after the peace and quiet had come back.

Byakuya hadn't particularly planned on seeing any known faces here as he started browsing, but when he noticed his ... roommate, for lack of a better word, he nodded to him in greeting.

It looks almost as out of place as she does, dressed in her white Confessor's dress long hair cascading down her shoulders, she finds some comfort in the dress even though she need not wear it. Such small comforts makes the day to day easier, makes it easier (but not by much) to accept she cannot return to Richard like she wants.

Thoughts not to dwell on, it only causes her unnecessary frustration and her wanderings into the library are supposed to distract her from such things. She moves around without really much of a thought to what she wants nor her destination, for the moment she is simply amazed by the amount of books.