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ʟɪʀᴀᴇʟ ([personal profile] postcog) wrote in [community profile] voicetest2014-09-06 01:04 am

Setting is a library | Canon is The Old Kingdom Trilogy Series



The library is...impressive. Not like her own, the Great Library, carved into a mountain and full of hidden passages (and deadly creatures). Still, it's full of books she has never seen. None of them have magic in them, but all the new information she was finding made it up for it in spades. Lirael had never read about the things she was reading now, and such as her curiosity she could very well ignore the fact she had found herself on a weird place, most likely away from the Glacier. Or maybe she entered a room that had another library inside? It could happen.

Noises blur out, people blur out. It's just her and the books. She likes it that way; silent, neat, ordered. If she focuses on it she can spend a little longer in here without freaking out.

Not freaking out is very important.
lesserkey: (he speaketh darklie of things hidden)

[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-06 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The intrusion of some distant, faint sound is probably all the more noticeable for the silence that had come before. It is squeaky, too regular to be that of a mouse or rat. As it continues and nears, she might recognize it as the sound of some kind of wheeled cart. Presumably, someone or something coming with a load of books. There's plenty of time for her to retreat and observe from a less obvious vantage, if that's her preference.

The person pushing the cart proves to be a young man frowning in consternation at the shelves. He doesn't recognize them, and he thought he knew the archive he started working for just a few months ago very well. As he slows to a halt, a dog of some sort, dull gray, short-haired, trots alertly to his heel with its ears tipped forward.

"Can you go get the map for this section?" It's phrased as a question, but by the expectant look and the way the dog immediately runs off the way they came, it was really a command. Kai takes the opportunity to scan the nearest shelf, perplexed.

"'Palladian Grammar and Metaphysical Appropriations'?" He says out loud to himself, at an appropriately hushed volume.
lesserkey: (he knoweth the mansion of planets)

shamelessly employed dog demon for exactly this purpose

[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-06 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He spends another minute or so looking at the titles on the shelves, increasingly uncomfortable with the selection. No way would the archive have collected any of these. Perhaps he should take a look inside one of them to make sure. And where has that demon gotten to? It's usually much faster. Kai turns his gaze back in the direction they came, and finding nothing of interest to look at there, naturally then looks in the opposite direction. At which point he realizes someone has been standing silently on the other side of the shelf for an indeterminate amount of time and he gives both a little jerk of surprise and a little yelp.

"D-dana?" He sounds like he knows it's not whoever Dana is, but he wishes it were. He also makes a small twitchy hand gesture, nothing recognizable as Charter, but one which nevertheless results in an odd chiming noise and a bark from far away. The hasty patter of four paws follows. Dog summoning?
lesserkey: (he maketh a man go invisible)

surprise it's not even a fun dog

[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-06 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Add to that his strange clothing, of odd materials, unnecessary layers in odd geometric patterns, but he hesitates at her request. The dog appears at the end of the aisle and comes charging down. Kai gestures at it so that it knows not to attack. The floor is slippery, unfortunately, and its speed carries it — in a sitting position — skidding past the cart and into the shelf, where it solidly connects with the lowest row of books.

"Sorry," Kai says to the dog, though it made no whine or noise of complaint. "Uh. Sorry," he adds to Lirael, hands still raised but now in a more conciliatory position. "I... I don't know where I am and you startled me."

His demon does not have the map, after all.
lesserkey: (he maketh the dead change their place)

stands like statue while Lirael pets it, only fetches ball when commanded

[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-06 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The dog resumes a more dignified position and remains standing by the shelf, staring at Lirael. No panting, and no noise since its first bark. Some breeds are like that, and some dogs not friendly by individual nature, but this one is still pretty weird.

Meanwhile, Kai takes her in at a glance, guilt growing. She looks like she's only a teenager, and given how timidly she speaks, he might have frightened her a lot more than she frightened him. The clothes he lacks any context for, but the important bit is that they're both lost. Being a people person by necessity as much as by choice, he tries smiling at her, a carefully calculated degree of friendliness that falls between 'greeting a visitor to archive' and 'meeting an acquaintance's younger sibling for the first time'.

"Well, this isn't good," he says, but he doesn't sound very worried. "I'm not sure what could have happened. I'm Kai, by the way. Nice to meet you. Apart from the circumstances."
lesserkey: (he changeth men into other shapes)

someone should play D. Dog for sure

[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-07 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
The dog-thing gives no sign it understands, though it does. Its continued attention is not hostile, at least, only watchful.

With Lirael's attention on the dog, Kai reaches up with one hand as if to rub at his right eye. It's a more convenient pose than simply shutting it, as people have misinterpreted that as winking in the past. Through his left eye, he can see — some sort of magic, he thinks. Not a type he's familiar with, not set or contained in array of sigils, except, perhaps, something shining from behind her hair, on her forehead. He can't see it clearly.

The biggest thing is that she either isn't a demon, or is an entity so far above his paygrade it doesn't matter. Kai lowers his hand, and steps around the cart to put it on the dog's head.

"Why don't you assume public behavior protocols for a while?" The question-as-command again. The dog immediately perks up, the ears in the right position, the tail starting to wag. It's not one hundred percent genuinely dog-like, but it's much better than before.

"I'm just going to see if I can get a message back to where I came from," he adds vaguely for Lirael's benefit, though he assumes and intended for the dog to be distracting. It creeps forward, eager but cautious to sniff at Lirael.
lesserkey: (he answereth in burning ashes)

I've only seen a Mogget or two so far!

[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-07 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
He moves some books around on the cart, uncovering scraps of paper. The pen takes a bit more hunting down.

"Ah, we — called up a spirit and told it what kind of body to have. Is that like a sending?" Kai sounds distracted as he writes, but he isn't at all. The dog subjects Lirael's hands to extensive sniffing before essaying a tentative lick. In as far as possible, it's gathering what information it can, but it is a very limited demon, like Free Magic on a choke chain far harsher than the Charter. The choke chain is traceable back to Kai, which wouldn't be a surprise.
lesserkey: (he answereth well of secret things)

congrats!!

[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-07 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
His 'message' is mostly notes on this encounter as well as the surroundings, but if Lirael takes a look she may notice it seems to be nonsense, as it's enciphered.

"No, I'm sorry. I, ah... I was in my library, where there'd only be dogs like this one, and I'm not sure at what point I ended up here. You were the first person I came across."

The unasked question dangles delicately at the end of his answer, an invitation to volunteer her own circumstances. It seems best to use a light conversational touch with Lirael rather than asking too many direct questions of her.
lesserkey: (he knoweth the mansion of planets)

it's so good

[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-08 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
He glances up from his note as the dog gently thumps its tail against the floor. There's no recognition in his face.

"'The Glacier'?" Kai repeats cautiously. There are capital letters in the way Lirael said it; he almost wonders if she's from somewhere in Mongolia. If there weren't discrepancies in the way she reacted to the demon, the unusual array of magic he saw through his left eye, he might believe they were from the same world. He's about eighty percent sure they're not.
lesserkey: (he maketh a man go invisible)

[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-08 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
The apologetic look that precedes his response is probably answer enough.

"I'm sorry, I've never heard of that. And I think you won't have heard of where I'm from either." Kai hurriedly scribbles a few more words and angles what he intends to be a reassuring smile at Lirael. "I know I'm not in my world, and maybe you're not in yours either. But it's okay. This spirit should be able to travel back to mine. The people I work for won't let us come to any harm."

While not a lie, this is certainly the most optimistic rendering of the likely outcomes, if his demon can in fact make it back. The dog prances away from Lirael's hands to peer attentively up at Kai, tongue hanging out in its best imitation of canine eagerness.