11-01-2020, 11:40 PM
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.
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