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unfinishedlibrary2025-11-07 11:03 pm
curzed) wrote in unfinishedlibrary2025-11-07 11:03 pm
late night reading
Who: Konrad Curze, Kaiisteron, later on: you?
What: Making Mistakes
When: sometime after 'night', it's obligatory (several days before Storytime)
Where: Somewhere in the Stacks, it's a big library. Probably time-out later. Maybe worse places.
Content warnings: Violence, daemons, primarchs, gratuitous bodily harm, the problems with uncontrolled powers, making a mess.
Sooner or later, someone in power is going to regret the group of misfits that have been taken here as Editors.
Like Konrad. He's been more or less behaving since arriving, aside from commandeering ALL cardstock of a particular color and texture, collecting singing bowls of a dozen sizes and leaving them in little clusters in the kitchen and bunks, and leaving a trail of fine, tiny glitter for several days on everything he touched. His efforts to find a way out of the Library are ongoing and unfruitful, prowling the Stacks without bothering to sleep more than once in several days.
But this time his path through the endless shelves of books is for a different purpose in simply putting as much distance between himself and the other people dragged here as he could. He has no control over when his 'gifts' chose to strike and drown him in the worst outcomes possible, but he does know when it's coming, and here there's no locked room with reinforced doors to make use of. Distance will have to do. There is a point, in the rending pain of things that haven't even happened yet, where Curze can no longer tell where he is now in favor of where he will be then.
It makes for a pathetic sight, something his size on the floor with his head in his hands in the shadows between towering shelves scaled towards his height and not human average, back pressed against the cold rows of books.
The sharp scent of blood is probably fine too. Ignore it. Everything's fine here.
What: Making Mistakes
When: sometime after 'night', it's obligatory (several days before Storytime)
Where: Somewhere in the Stacks, it's a big library. Probably time-out later. Maybe worse places.
Content warnings: Violence, daemons, primarchs, gratuitous bodily harm, the problems with uncontrolled powers, making a mess.
Sooner or later, someone in power is going to regret the group of misfits that have been taken here as Editors.
Like Konrad. He's been more or less behaving since arriving, aside from commandeering ALL cardstock of a particular color and texture, collecting singing bowls of a dozen sizes and leaving them in little clusters in the kitchen and bunks, and leaving a trail of fine, tiny glitter for several days on everything he touched. His efforts to find a way out of the Library are ongoing and unfruitful, prowling the Stacks without bothering to sleep more than once in several days.
But this time his path through the endless shelves of books is for a different purpose in simply putting as much distance between himself and the other people dragged here as he could. He has no control over when his 'gifts' chose to strike and drown him in the worst outcomes possible, but he does know when it's coming, and here there's no locked room with reinforced doors to make use of. Distance will have to do. There is a point, in the rending pain of things that haven't even happened yet, where Curze can no longer tell where he is now in favor of where he will be then.
It makes for a pathetic sight, something his size on the floor with his head in his hands in the shadows between towering shelves scaled towards his height and not human average, back pressed against the cold rows of books.
The sharp scent of blood is probably fine too. Ignore it. Everything's fine here.
no subject
He feels the bladed edge in the question and he's been here long enough to know, or think he knows, that there are non humans here. Like his friend from the Sith. So he pauses, to consider his response. "I will not let him harm another of us brought to the Library. We are all in the same plight. We should work together, or at least not have to waste our energy in worry or fear about one of our own."
He's dealing with betrayal from within back home. He does not want that same poison to take root here.
no subject
“Fine,” he grits out, clearly not happy about it but keeping the reasons why to himself. He is much more healed than Sanguinius knows, but he’s still not eager to share what he is with most people here. “I’m holding you to that.”
The man might think there’s not much Kai could do to him if he didn’t. He would be wrong.