[2/3] Erotica Bibliotheca

[Wedge]

To be honest, Wedge still does not believe that he can’t log out from the game that he plays right now.

Well, he knows well the concept of Virtual Reality games and its consciousness locking concept. But if the log out button doesn’t work, this means his consciousness will stay as Wedge, the low-level Sorcerer in blue outfit. Not that Wedge hates this world. In fact, he loves this world very much. It’s very fun! He can do many things that he can’t do in the other world. And he can meet many kinds of people with many kinds of personality. Wedge really likes Elder Tale with the bottom of his heart. But for once in a while, he has to face the real world and its problems. That’s what Wedge fears. While indeed game is fun, there are times where you can’t always play around. What will his parents do if they know their son is trapped in a game? No, don’t concern about things too much. Perhaps the log out system is having some problems and is being fixed at this moment.

Worrying and thinking too much about this thing makes Wedge’s head feels bad. And Wedge hates it whenever he got this headache. He needs something to chill himself off. Socialization could be the best thing that he would have to cure this tension. But Wedge isn’t always sociable. Sometimes there are times where Wedge needs no be alone. And that time is now. After having another night in the tavern and slept in the same in that served him the plain stew and potato Wedges, the Sorcerer with anonymous face takes another stroll around the Londinium District.

He’s still feeling fine. His energy is still full. However, his mood isn’t really that bright at this moment. Wedge’s mind already have pre-emptive, audiovisual image as a form of conclusion from what he thought about this world and the facts around it. He will have his day repetitive and boring. Taking quests, forming parties, hunting, grinding levels, eating the tasteless stew and potato wedges, sleeping at the inn, rinse and repeat. The possible images of the scenario played dozens of times while he walks around with his mellow mood. He’s glad that his face is concealed to the point people only can see his eerie yellow eyes. His face isn’t that good for now. Droopy, its corners are reaching its nadir.

He visited some places, and he feels nothing new to see and nothing necessary to do. He looked at his inventory out of boredom. With sluggish and unmotivated swiping moves, he accessed his status screen, looking things over and over again.

“Oh wait…”

Wedge paused when he looks at his inventory. His eyes beamed at one of his equipments. The Grimoire.

“Perhaps there’s a place related to the books. Maybe this game has a library or something.”

The motivation lightens up the brain, and the flames of passion burns once again. Probably there is some place where it has many books for Wedge to read. Yes, maybe he can kill his time in Elder Tale by reading books. Any kind of book is fine, as long as there’s something to read. No more consideration, he will find a library and read some books there.

It takes some time for Wedge to find the place that he wants to visit.

Again, thanks to the kind Landers and Adventurers, he can find it. A place that he thought never exists in this virtual game.

The building isn’t that big, but isn’t that small too. Probably about as big as the tavern that he visited. The building blends in with the other buildings in Londinium District with its stone accent and dull colorings. Doesn’t really that aesthetically fitting, but still looks good, nevertheless. Anyone who built this library has old school taste.

Wedge enters the library casually, giving a proper greeting while intruding himself to the innards of the Library.

“Good morning, sir.”

A teenage girl, about five feet and one inch, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and green dress greeted the man with a pleasant and humble welcome. Seemingly, this girl is the librarian, the one who keeps the library running.

“What brings you here?”

The girl asked the man with a cheerful tone. While people mostly comes to library to read books, probably there are some others who just come and pick a book to be borrowed and leave again, or maybe some people have business with the librarian or the owner. But Wedge, he comes here to read the books. And from the looks of it, this scarlet room with many big shelves has lots of interesting things to read.

“I come here to read some books. May I know what kind of books that you have here, miss?”

Wedge responded with such a gratuitous tone. His passion of life is at its peak.

“Ah, we have many kinds of books. Classic literatures, stories, food recipes, artworks, guidebooks, even we have maps here! You better see for yourself, there are many things for you to read!”

The girl motioned her hand, letting the man to walk closer to the shelves.

“Very well, let me have a look at your vast collections.”

Wedge starts to approach one of the big shelves and finding something worth to read.

This will take a long time.

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NOTES: You can take control of Mary the librarian. Just remember keep her humble and pleasant, kay?

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The cold wintery air nipped at Oxford’s cheeks as he walked through Londinium, holding a bundle of books underneath one arm, his other hand cupped to his mouth as he blew warm air through it to fight off the biting cold. Once he felt it was sufficiently warm, he switched his leather-bounded load to his other arm, warming his other hand in the same fashion. Should have bought a pair of gloves had I known it was gonna be this cold, he thought to himself as he shivered. A couple flakes of snow blew past his face, causing the Guardian to wonder if they’d actually get some snow down here. The only snow he’d seen so far was when he had traveled to Snowdonia for a winter ball-type thing. Londinium had yet to see some actual snow. Nothing more comforting than sitting inside your house with it snowing outside with a great big fire roaring in the hearth. Had his place been in better shape, that’s probably what he would be doing right now. But noooo, someone had to go and ‘borrow’ a couple books from the library for a period longer than they intended. Since these books were particularly ancient texts with loads of secrets that he had effectively copied and stored within his notebooks back home (yar har, pirate’s life for me), he had no other use for them and decided to be a good boy and return them. Despite being a high-leveled Adventurer, he felt a little nervous should the same Lander librarian he had ‘borrowed’ these sensitive items from be there. After climbing the steps to the familiar building that kept all the tomes of the land, Oxford found himself hesitating at the front door, his fingertips resting on the doors handle. With a quick movement, he brought his hand up to cover his face with the scarf he had been wearing today, hoping that his makeshift disguise would be enough to throw off his enemy, should she be in there. With a gulp, he pulled the door open, steeling his resolve for whatever might be in store for him. “Good morning, sir,” said the librarian on duty with a kind voice, loud enough for him to hear, but soft enough to not disturb the other patrons. Oxford found himself sighing in relief as he set his books on her desk for return, the volumes making an audible thunk that ended up resounding throughout the hall. Ox cringed, mentally scolding himself for not being very gentle with his load. “So sorry about that. My hands have gotten a little numb from the cold, so they’re having trouble moving properly,” he said in his own quiet voice, stuffing them in his jacket’s pockets to warm them up faster. “That’s quite alright, sir. Just as long as there aren’t any repeated infractions, you’ll be fine,” the Lander librarian replied, giving him a soft smile. “Is there anything specific that you’re looking for today?” she asked. “Ah, no. I’ll just be doing a little browsing of my own. I won't know what I want until I see it,” replied Ox. With a quick mumble of “Thank you”, Oxford removed his scarf and stuffed it into his inventory as he began to walk down one of the aisle ways. He wanted to get out of there quickly before she took a look at the due dates of these books. He ran his fingers across the bindings of these dusty volumes before him, finding an odd pleasure he got from the smell of old books. Something about it gave the pages character, a depth to their being, if you will. Not at all like those fancy, neat, digitized, boring e-books back in the real world. These were the bastions of your imagination, their covers giving you a handhold as you immersed yourself in whatever world lay beyond its pages. Finding himself in the stories and lore section, Ox picked three books at random: one with a fancy cover, the other with a plain cover, and one that looked like it had been to hell and back. You can’t judge a book by its cover, so Ox decided to try one of each variety. One other book stood out on the shelf, but his arms were full with his current haul. Luckily, there appeared to be another library enthusiast in the same aisle as him, looking at the books on the same shelf as the one he was after. “Ah, excuse me. Could you do me a small favor and hand me that book above your head, please?” he asked, hoping he spoke loud enough for the other adventurer to hear him without disturbing anyone else. He had a bad enough rep with one of the Landers that worked here, and he certainly didn’t want to do anything to miff the current one. (OOC Note: Hope you don't mind if I join in on this one. Looks interesting. ^^)

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[Wedge]

Reading book is fun, indeed.

But the time spent to pick the book that you will read is as fun as the time spent for reading it. The excitement for choosing which title should be read and which one should not be, the thrill of guessing the contents of the book, what kind of words used in the book, dusty or not, all those stuff gives another form of satisfactory for every book enthusiast. Bookworm isn’t really offensive, but Wedge doesn’t really fond of that nickname. Why someone that likes book with all of the passion in their heart called a “worm”? Wedge’s mind is really flowing right now. Many thoughts are literally written on his head, letters are here and there like his head-on display.

Wedge is absorbed too much to his own world, to the point he didn’t notice there’s another person that enters the library. Wedge barely realized that fact when his ears caught the loud sound of book crashing with a wooden surface. When the man looks at the direction where the sound comes, he noticed the other customer. A man. To be exact, a tall man with fair skin, dark brown hair and eyeglasses. From the looks of it, it seems like the man is returning some books that he borrowed. Not his concern. He’s still looking at the vast collection of this library. Even he can’t decide which one to pick from this shelf. All of the books look interesting from the cover. Plain, old, new, all of them look good on Wedge’s eyes. But what matters for Wedge is the content. He doesn’t mind if he had to read children’s stories as long as it is interesting for him.

Later, the man comes to the shelf where Wedge is standing joins the picking game. He’s better than Wedge in this. Compared to Wedge’s considerate and a great deal of putting his thoughts about the content of the book, the other man just pick the books randomly. So much for putting thoughts. Maybe Wedge should just be like that man and do a random selection. Less thinking, more doing. Besides, picking things randomly is something like a surprise lottery. You could get something very valuable, or maybe you only get something worth laughing.

The Sorcerer’s attention sparked when the other man called him in the middle of the shelf inspection. He asked Wedge a little favor to pick the book that located on the cabinet located above his head.

“Ah, the book above my head?”

Wedge is not sure which book that the brown-haired man meant, but to be safe, he did the exact thing that the man told: Picking the book that located right above his head, parallel with the Sorcerer’s brown hat. If he picked a wrong book, he would be pretty embarrassed because he can’t do such thing like taking something that you can see with your own eyes.

“I hope I take the right book for you, If I picked the wrong book I would be totally embarrassed for my incompetency to do such simple task. Here you go.”

The Sorcerer hands over the book, but seemingly the man’s hands are full with books already. Wedge is a bit of nervous about this. He hopes that the man doesn’t mind if Wedge is putting the book that he requested at the stack of the books he picked. If he’s not doing this right, he’ll be doomed for making noises in the library and giving the man a work to do. Falling book is the occurrence that every book enthusiast tries to avoid. Aside from the inconvenient noises, the idea of damaging the book by that action is more that hurting the feeling of the creator. A disgrace.

“Uh… it seems your arms are holding enough books. Actually I don’t mind about helping you bringing the books to the table, but I’m still stuck with picking my own stuff here. I am terribly sorry for this, but is it okay for me to put this book to your stack? If you object, I could keep it with my own selection of books and bring it to you along with them.”

The man is unsure. Although that man looks capable of holding lots of books, he simply doesn’t want that man to be bothered. He would just put the book on his stack of books if the man doesn’t really mind about holding more books in his haul. But if the man would accept Wedge’s offer, then he would just keep the book and continues looking for an interesting title.

“Very well.”

Is his reply towards the man’s decision, followed with the said action.

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NOTES: Your choice~