The library, much like half of the other buildings in this decrepit place, seemed very... fragile. Like it was about to collapse if he entered it too quickly, like it would suddenly be set on fire if he stepped on the wrong piece of the floor. The books had the same feel to them, that feeling they were this close to being suddenly removed from this plane of existence, turning to dust in your paws while you looked on in a deadpan state of confusion. He told himself he wouldn't go there very often, but sometimes he just felt like making sure his knowledge of the medical world wasn't invalidated by a sudden leaving the world he was used to. Just a hobby of his. As such, he had rented quite a few books on the medical craft, if for nothing more than for a fun reading while he figured out where the hell he was going to live, and accidentally destroyed a couple others, something that was most certainly not his fault it was the fault of whomever felt like nuking this town.

What was definitely odd was him finding the questionnaire one, the one that had lots of questions about his livelihood, sitting in the library. Perhaps not odd, he reasoned, since she was rather inquisitive, so it made sense she would be in the library, but definitely not anything he planned on finding. He didn't feel like saying anything, though, so instead he just walked up, putting himself next to her not too close so as to not enter her personal bubble, while still maintaining his vision. What was that, a book on physics? What a strange topic for a feline.

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Birdeater - that was a new one. Most people didn't even bother learning his species, which was fine. He usually didn't bother learning anyone else's, just intuiting it from how they looked, which, considering the abundance of magical creatures, could be difficult sometimes. Oh, and she had more questions for him, more things for him to answer. How entertaining. "Spiders don't sleep. Instead, go into inactive state for amount of time to conserve metabolism. Most spiders, active during night-time. Avoid diurnal predators. Others active during day. Depends on species, environment." Speaking about spiders was a nice, casual discussion for him, like talking about the weather, except he had very strong opinions on the weather and could usually find it in contempt. Being an ectotherm did give you such things. "Personally, had previously adapted shorter inactive cycles to accomadate diurnal and nocturnal lifestyles, allow easy socialization, but all current mutations, gone." Which was certainly a shame - the rainbow eyes were oh so handy in terms of expressing his emotions.

Abathur could relate to Aya on that level, at least. The inquisitiveness came natural to him, but small talk? He essentially never brought it up. It felt inefficient to him, totally useless conversation only there because someone once couldn't figure out what to say and absolutely needed to say something for some reason. He was all about efficiency, of course, if his way of speaking didn't give that idea enough. Oh, the ever present question about his comfort. That was barely interesting enough to hold a conversation, he felt. "Tanglewood, strange. Atmospheric radiation, dense swamp, unnatural foliage, all interesting. Uncomfortable to live here, but has research upsides." He gave an approximation of a shrug with two of his front-facing limbs. "Preferred previous place of residence, but can adapt to life here."

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Ah, she had a more fitting question that he was probably supposed to have answered from the beginning. Shame on him, he supposed, for over-complicating things, but he was very into biology. "Diurnal. Makes clan life easier." Even the naturally nocturnal animals lived during the daytime in these sorts of clans. Owls, some canids, snakes, bats, he'd seen a lot of animals not adhering to their natural body processes, which he honestly couldn't blame them for. Sometimes you had to adapt yourself to a situation, ignoring the basic laws of biology and directly editing your DNA in such a way that it probably made you infertile. "Most likely. Unknown what happened to base arachnid form. Larger, seven legs, more scars, emotion-based eye color, various mutations." He did so miss all of those, especially the eyes - he had to redo that, with how helpful it was with communication and all.

"Subject Aya, interested in biology - should focus on biology, radiation, yes?" Didn't make sense to distract yourself from your topic of interest with meaningless stuff. Unless she was planning on making a cyborg. That would be an interesting endeavor, at the very least, though he didn't know if messing with DNA was one of those "because I can" things; though, who was he kidding, he was likely to do something similar, considering his track record. Abathur "resurrect someone from the dead just to prove he could" Everman. An experience he regretted as of now, to be sure, but luckily nobody here knew about that. Where was he from, though? That was a conundrum he couldn't really answer reasonably. "Cannot explain previous habitat - do not know how self got here originally." A strange situation, befitting for a peciuliar place like Tanglewood, he thought, though he did now decide he didn't like talking about his past because it was painful. "Could help subject Aya with catching indigenous entities. Have... experience."

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