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Second Decree [voice/action]

[Anyone who might have been in the library that day may have noticed a certain tennis team captain speeding through books, yet another pile he's going through from his old one. He hasn't even gotten through half the library in that month, but it has yet to stop him from trying to figure out something, a slip-up or anything, that might have been in the books. Action was usually better, but with the way things have been, the only information he's getting is that the less they know, the more they get caught off-guard.

And he hates it when others exploit his weaknesses. That was his job to do.

And to anyone who observes even more closely, they might notice that despite his calm exterior, the underside of the table was already frozen, and the legs of it starting to give into the ice as well.]

Just where is it? How can such a vast library not have a single thing?

[When he finally turns in for the day, deciding to postpone it the next, he'll leave a message on the network.]

To the injured, make sure to rest and recover. Don't let your guard down for even a moment. [There a pause at that when he realizes what he said, before shaking his head and continuing. No, that was not important right now.] To those who can heal, help them immediately if you can. Your assistance is appreciated.

Boy, I'm coming over.

[And with that, he's off. Atobe was far from being his usual haughty self, and more contemplative than anything else as he makes his way to Sigyn. There's a certain edge to his movements, a sign that he's being very alert right now for anyone who may approach him as he makes his way to the hospital. He'll be taking short detours to talk to some of those he contacted in private, but otherwise his destination is secure.]

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[About to respond to Atobe's feed, Conan blinked instead as it cut out. Ha ... doesn't waste time or breath, that one.

Something about Atobe's words ... who was this 'Boy'? Someone from home? Or was there a kid in Asgard who Atobe was familiar with--

Oh. Right.

Slipping his slippers on, Conan slipped his robe on, and set about gathering up the papers he'd been working on, tucking them all into the drawer of his hospital bedside unit. By the time Atobe arrived, he should see nothing more than a slightly paler than normal seven-year-old, left arm bandaged, engrossed in a detective novel.]

[Fiona is sitting nearby him in the library, maybe two tables away. At first, she pays him no mind. But the number of books he's flipping through madly, calm exterior or not - is drawing her attention, especially with the noise coming from the frequent page flipping. She'll peer over for a time, glancing up from her own reading. Eventually her eyes catch the ice accumulating on his table. That's it. She'll close her book and walk over to his table.]

Do you need help looking for something?

[Not that she knows this library any better. She just got here, after all. But he doesn't know that.]

[He takes a quick glance at her for a moment, trying to assess if he's ever seen her in the library during his whole stay here.

No, it doesn't seem like it. He was here frequently enough, not on all days, so if she had been here before, he could have missed her. At the moment, at least, the freezing ceases.]

Only if you've read through every single book in this place, a~n. Otherwise, no.

I don't believe I've seen you before.

[Soon enough, Atobe does arrive to the hospital, having had to ask the nurses as to where he might find Conan. When he does though, he doesn't even bother to knock, just enter.

Well, it wasn't like Conan was gonna be doing anything questionable, right?]

How are you feeling?

[Crossing her arms over her chest. She'll raise an eyebrow.]

Only a~n? And no, I haven't read them. Yet. But I'm planning to. So what are you looking for? Two sets of eyes are better than one.

[Short hmph,] I didn't think this place was really that small. [She'll extend a small hand to him] I'm Fiona, and you likely haven't seen me before because I was just brought here.

[He pauses to consider this. Mostly because she was a stranger, so it was an odd offer, though he can't say he would be too against it.

... Or well okay, he was. He'll focus on the second question then.]

Nothing you need to be concerned about. It's merely something of a personal interest.

The population of the people brought here is nothing compared to the number of students in Hyoutei. It would be hard to miss an old face. [He does have the courtesy to extend his own hand forward to shake hers.]

Atobe Keigo. How long ago did you arrive then?

Right. Nothing to be concerned about. [She'll point toward the ice accumulation.] Look, I'm going to end up reading these books anyways. But. If you don't want my help... [She'll let that hang there a moment.]

I see. Then how many would you say are here then?

[Short laugh] Yesterday.

Practice. [A pause.] Though if you insist. I'm merely trying to look for a slip-up.

Less than five hundred from us alone, though the natives are harder to count. [Mostly because it's hard to tell apart all the gray even with his insight.]

[Snort.] If anything, you're doing the opposite of practicing by letting your frustration control it. Either way, what sort of slip-up? Just a slip-up doesn't sound very much like a personal interest.

Hmn. I suppose that is rather small.

[She's rather sharp, huh? Then again, he hadn't exactly been concealing it.

It was surprisingly hard to keep his cool in this place, especially when he's starting from the bottom-up all over again.] I'll keep that in mind.

Information about the particular history of this place, a~n. It's a far cry from our version of these mythological gods. They don't seem too keen on revealing anything too specific though.

It's better to keep it at that, though if they expect such a small number for their purposes, then these gods must be quite confident.

[Admittedly, she's a mage in her home world.

She'll tap her chin thoughtfully.] I was looking for that as well, actually. With similar results too, or lack there of. What sections have you managed so far?

Are they though? The number of people here is growing, isn't it? Obviously the small number isn't really working out for them, then.

Atobe Keigo, may I ask that you refrain from icing over public property?

[He's quick to switch from serious to a more cocky expression at that, amused as he looks up at her.] A~n? I wasn't expecting to see you here today.

[Completely ignoring that question.]

History, mythology and a portion of the nonfiction novels. [Because he'd be damned if he searched through recipes or the likes for an answer. That'll be just sad.]

But they're also as quick with letting go of people as they are with taking them. The numbers would probably not vary too differently.

[Conan? Questionable? Perish the thought.]

Atobe-san! It's nice to see you.

I'm okay. Tired -- I guess I overdid it yesterday. My arm's healed, it's just the blood loss now.

[Walking somewhat gingerly past Atobe's station is Charles. He pauses, frowning at the table before the air around them becomes warmer. Then, thinking better of using his own power in a library, Charles sighs and relents.]

Practising your abilities so diligently is admirable, but perhaps you should find a better medium for that. [He gives the table a pointed tap.]

[He takes a glance at him, trying to see for a moment where he's seen his face. He's from Odin, wasn't he? Same house then.]

I can assure you I'm capable of controlling my abilities enough not to freeze the library instead. [Which is the most he'd give about it. He still was working on receding the ice, though that's taking quite a bit to learn. Nothing he wasn't capable of achieving though.]

A~n? [He takes a quick glance over him, trying to assess if there was anything worse. He did seem fine, if not a little pale due to the blood loss. That earns a smirk from him, relieved.]

Then don't push yourself, even the hardworking needs to rest sometimes. [Not that he knows if Conan did anything, but the impression he's gotten from the few times they've been together implied it for him. He knows hardworking people when he sees them.]

You realize you just sounded like Tezuka?

[He was hoping no one would notice, damn it.]

The words are appropriate enough for the situation, a~n. Is there a problem?

Nope. Just thinkin' Jirou isn't the only fanboy in Hyoutei.

Using one line is hardly what I'd deem as an act of a fanboy.

Maybe not, but I'll take it for now.

[She'll look at the books he already has about the table, even opening some of them.] If it really is slip-up, it could be anywhere in the library. Even in sections that aren't relevant. Or at least, that's how I figure it. Chances are these books were put here for a reason and were searched and assessed way before hand.

Right. But there's still an increase is my point. At least for now. It'll probably even out soon enough.

If the incompetence of our abductors is any indication, then there's a good chance at least one of the subordinates who had assembled this library would have made a mistake without them realizing it. [It was a slim chance, he knew, but it was better than absolutely nothing. Besides, it was something that could keep his mind from other stressful issues.]

A decrease would be more preferable at this point, but it doesn't seem like they're interested in doing that just yet.

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