NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — ( retro to takeover )

Recently, Aurum had been thinking a great deal about his profound appreciation for books, and the stories that they held. It wasn't difficult to get the angel to think about this, but it had been coming up surprisingly often as of late. When he wasn't sleeping, eating, or making his occasional visit out into the outside world, he was reading. It was a relaxing enough activity that didn't involve him straining himself, but also allowed him to think creatively, and have a good time, even while essentially on his own form of house arrest. Unfortunately, his own personal library of books could only go so far in keeping him entertained. Eventually, the various books he had collected over the years were read, reread, and then reread once more, and he found himself beginning to grow bored. That meant that, despite his best efforts, it was time to head out into the open air, and make his way over to the library. After all, it was the easiest way for him to get new books to read. At least, the easiest way without bothering a prodding at his neighbors until they gave him whatever they had – which usually wasn't very exciting, and consisted of cookbooks, or manuals.

This time, however, Aurum didn't have his usual quick visit ducking in and out of the library with ease. Instead, he stepped foot inside of the library, and then immediately recoiled at the state that the place was in. The library had never been perfect, especially since they didn't really have a dedicated librarian, but this had taken it to a whole new level. The corners and walls were dusty and dirty, and most of the aisles seem unorganized and slapped together, a fact which caused him to scowl. A large part of the angel knew that trying to clean things up was a bad idea, especially since he was still cleaning, but he also found that he didn't really care about that part. The library meant a lot to him and several others, which meant that it was time for some cleaning, as well as some organizing. So, even as his muscles were aching and his mind was lightly scolding him, the former proxy got to work, heading off towards the back corner to pull out a broom and a trash bucket, which he knew would come in handy. He then started with the dust and dirt first, beginning to clean the entire building from back to front while stacking up books along the way.

By the time he was done with the cleaning aspect of things, Aurum could already feel an unpleasant and exhausted feeling clinging to his fur. He had always been stubborn, however, so he just shook it off, muttering to himself, "You'll just be up all night if you don't get this done..." And that really was the truth, in a way. He'd be left feeling frustrated and anxious over it, unable to stop thinking about the mess that was still left behind. So, instead of heading home then, he continued his little crusade, looking over the various towering piles of books and trying to organize them into sections based on alphabetical order. Of course, if he tried to organize them all on his own, then he would probably end up being there all night, if not all week. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.

— Reggan

NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — It was of little surprise to Aurum that one of the first to approach him was Sophiea. Not only because of her general presence around the group, but also because she seemed like the type to appreciate a good story as well. Despite this, the lion hadn't been expecting his attention to be snatched by Archimedes. A soft and startled snort left him as he felt the avian's claws tugging lightly at his mane. The former proxy had to actively resist swatting the bird from the sky, purely on instinct. Thankfully, he managed to keep his paws down on the ground, rumbling softly to the bird, "Ah... hello, Archimedes." He knew the bird's name only because of his various brief interactions with Sophiea, but he didn't mind his presence. After all, Archimedes seemed obedient and helpful enough. Looking over at Sophiea once she stepped inside, Aurum cracked a crooked smile, growing used to her rather abrasive manner. With a flick of his tuft of a tail, the lion spoke calmly back to her, "I didn't figure I'd get it all done by myself... I suppose I'm lucky you came along, especially since you have something that I don't – telekinesis." As he spoke, he lifted a few of the books in his jaws, taking special care not to rip them as he nosed them up onto a nearby shelf.

As he continued his slow work of putting the books up on the shelves, he gave a short shake of his head, "I honestly wouldn't mind being thought of as the librarian. I love coming to this place, after all." He paused thoughtfully, as if he was going to say something more, before the sound of extra footsteps caused him to turn. He blinked upon seeing Elsweyr, giving the still somewhat foreign cheetah a smile before he muttered, "Ah, hello. I hope the noise didn't disturb you..." His gaze then followed hers, seeing how she seemed to be inspecting the entirety of what the library had to offer. Her next question was expected, then, considering the lack of understanding in her gaze. He answered enthusiastically, pausing in his sorting to explain, "Oh, they're not rocks. They're books. They've got pages of things to read. Generally they're full of information, so they can have things like stories, or recipes, or information about history... there's a wide variety of different subjects books can cover. This place is the library... it's where Tanglers can come and borrow books to read for themselves." He seemed to smile blissfully as he glanced around once again, evidently feeling very within his own environment. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.

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