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[librorian]

Who: Librarian, whoever
When: Day 7, latest morning
Where: Shrine room!
What: Introooos

[Oh hey it's one of those dudes in colored uniforms again. Violet this time. Once this one sits up, he starts ... staring at his hands with an expression somewhere between bewilderment and horror.]

What on earth is going on here--?

Comments

[librorian]

You have met one just now.

[faltering slightly]

Although this is not my usual form.

[duplicut]

Can gods be killed.

[librorian]

...

Yes. Yes, they can.

[duplicut]

[ . . . STILL DEBATING, but her claws slide back into her arms. ]

Ok.

[librorian]

[his shoulders slump with relief]

Any other questions?

[duplicut]

You had my files.

[librorian]

Minimal ones, yes. Age, name, some basic temperament and ability notes.

[duplicut]

Where did you get them.

[librorian]

I wrote them myself.

[duplicut]

[ up in your grill, man ]

How.

[librorian]

[cccrap that is a wall behind me]

I -- I simply knew. In my own world, under my own domain, it was as simple as looking at a person.

[duplicut]

Your domain.

[librorian]

A metaphysical place inside my world where my power was strongest.

[duplicut]

You do not work for the Facility.

[librorian]

No ... and I don't know what that is.

[duplicut]

[ this look says she doubts you, man ]

[librorian]

That is the exact truth. ... It's disconcerting not knowing something.

[duplicut]

. . . what else do you not know.

[librorian]

Far too much.

[duplicut]

Threats should be eliminated.

[ almost ponderous though ]

[librorian]

There is very little I can do to you. Certainly not when you are a weapon and I -- I have never been in a human body before.

[duplicut]

You know things you shouldn't.

[librorian]

I know far less than I should, all things considered.

[duplicut]

[ stabs the wall next to his head with one of her claws '-' suddenly ]

[librorian]

[kdas; jumps]

-- what was that for?