05-06-2018, 04:43 PM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Books were great little things to pass the time, store information and even gloss over knowledge that you wanted to learn. Argus was obsessed with the hobby when she was a kid. Reading and writing- developing codes and ciphers- learning how to read different languages and slowly learning how to speak them. But Argus' time for books were long gone. She never read for pleasure anymore. The only time she ever had her nose in a book anymore was when she was looking back at old notes or trying to determine if one of her old books was safe to give away without hurting her- or giving away something that the watcher constantly wanted buried.
She didn't even keep journals anymore. Too paranoid with the notion of someone stumbling upon it- maybe not even reading what she wrote but recognizing the symbols as something from a sinister language or getting suspicious of how the officer wrote in code. The books Argus kept were well aged. Old tomes with knowledge she had when she was a kid- books filled with information she had first hand found. Herbs- tourture- mental psyche-
She wasn't looking for a place to hide away and read at this particular moment. Too occupied with the notion- with the words that kept circling her head. Unable to do anything too strainious like train at the moment to exhaust herself. She needed to go back to an old outlet of hers- meditating. She was careful in selecting spots usually secluded from everyone else- but during her search she spotted the pair was more than a little interested in what they were reading or writing. Maybe she could meditate near them, if they were silent enough.
"Do you mind if i join in too?" Dull red eyes watched the pair, mainly focusing on sekai to see a response.
She didn't even keep journals anymore. Too paranoid with the notion of someone stumbling upon it- maybe not even reading what she wrote but recognizing the symbols as something from a sinister language or getting suspicious of how the officer wrote in code. The books Argus kept were well aged. Old tomes with knowledge she had when she was a kid- books filled with information she had first hand found. Herbs- tourture- mental psyche-
She wasn't looking for a place to hide away and read at this particular moment. Too occupied with the notion- with the words that kept circling her head. Unable to do anything too strainious like train at the moment to exhaust herself. She needed to go back to an old outlet of hers- meditating. She was careful in selecting spots usually secluded from everyone else- but during her search she spotted the pair was more than a little interested in what they were reading or writing. Maybe she could meditate near them, if they were silent enough.
"Do you mind if i join in too?" Dull red eyes watched the pair, mainly focusing on sekai to see a response.