The Library of Fandom

[silentdraconis]

"Indeed." Allen consented, book case in place. He followed it with another, shoving the unfortunate units in place with blurring rapidity. The protesting groan as two metal arms tried to force the floor back into its proper place... and maybe higher. More damage would be done that way: like copper, he could not force the building back into its prior shape, he could only keep it from further bending inwards.
He zipped up to the mech, inspecting the arm length before removing it from the torso. It looked just long enough to hold things up if he braced the elbow, which he could easily do, and it would do far less damage there than it would connected to the ship. In an instant, he had a desk tilted to support the elbow, the arm doing a fine job of standing in for the rough-hewn pillars that had been laid before. A compilation of shorter shelves grew rapidly towards the ceiling. They were rough replacements, lightening the load on Viva and Brett's remaining arm and holding the sagging ceiling from sagging further.
Allen did his work not out of care, nor some touch of tenderness or fondness for the Library, but because he had been told to look after it. He would have been just fine rebuilding, but he was required to make some effort at preserving the structure before it could be scrapped in its entirety.  

[The Mage of Space]

"Okay, that works too." The mech managed to fit its arm into the library without knocking anything over and help hold up the floors with it. A siren sounded somewhere in the cockpit of the mech. "That can't be good!" Brett brought up a screen that showed the basic structure of the mech. "Crap!" The area where the remaining arm was was blinking red. "At this rate, the arm will give out a fall off! Isn't that sort of good?"  

[Rowen McNeill]

Rowen (still not looking up from his book) lifted one hand, and was seconds away from creating a chi shield when Allen blind-sided him. The wind elemental would have let out a cry of 'gah', but it was really more like a 'hag'... Or maybe just 'ag'.

At any rate, he hit the door with his back, gasped for air, tried to use a shield to keep any debris away, and eneded up tumbeling backwords down the stairs. When he finally came to a stop, the young man remained still for a while to catch his breath. Once his breathing was back to hormal, Rowen stood up, dusted himself up, and put his arms akimbo.

"I could have gotten out of there just fine by myself, you know..." Realizing that he was still holding a book, Rowen removed his hands from his waist and lifted the book up and glanced between it and the building for a moment before calling at Allen (or anybody else who might beable to help him). "Ah, I need to check out this book..." It was Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's "Good Omens". Rowen couldn't help but wonder if it was a sign.  

[supremeviva]

Brettfm

"Okay, that works too." The mech managed to fit its arm into the library without knocking anything over and help hold up the floors with it. A siren sounded somewhere in the cockpit of the mech. "That can't be good!" Brett brought up a screen that showed the basic structure of the mech. "Crap!" The area where the remaining arm was was blinking red. "At this rate, the arm will give out a fall off! Isn't that sort of good?"

Viva glances over at the mech. His muslces bulge as he increases his strenght. "I got it.." Viva pushes harder taking some of the strain off of the mech.  

[The Mage of Space]

"Thanks!" The siren stopped and Brett continued to help hold up the library. The status check showed that everything was fine with the mech.  

[silentdraconis]

Allen looked around, pausing to survey his handiwork: the roof didn't appear as though it was going to collapse, it the two large ones let go. He nodded, and started to work on a sturdier support than shelves and mech parts and desks.


Outside, a woman wearing a navy blue tank top and red tie and black slacks and a black leather jacket ran up to Rowen and held up a rumpled picture. "Hey, isn't this awesome?" It was a talented sketch that seemed to have been thrown away and salvaged. The young lady holding it was bright eyed and enthusiastic.  

[Rowen McNeill]

"Uhh?!" Rowen Took a step back, lowering his book for a second (he had been standing outside the damaged library reading) when the girl approached him.

Blinking at the picture his green eyes scanned it quickly, and then he nodded slowly. The artist, whoever he was, had skill. Being half Irish and half Japanese, Rowen liked to think had a rather reasonable appreciation for art.

"Yes... it is... 'awsome'." Rowen glanced sidelong at the girl, wondering what on earth she was up to. After all, the library was falling down right infront of them... and she didn't seem to notice.  

[supremeviva]

Viva releases his grip then retruns to human form, breathing heavily he manages to stands to his feet ingorning his many wounds.  

[silentdraconis]

"Good!" And without another word, the unfortunate youth was dragged off to the very amusing Alkemist.
Some jokes just refuse to die...

Allen paused, looked at Viva, and frowned. "Try the hospital. I'm to destructive to heal."  

[Rowen McNeill]

"GAH!" Rowen was more or less yanked off of his feet (dispite his hieght, he weighed less then his Gaian ID claimed); the girl seemed to be dragging him towards Main Street at a considerable speed for no immideately apparent reason.

He would have grabed for something for leverage against her, but that would have involved dropping his book... And he had been enjoying it immensely. The young man may have hollered something like 'help!' or 'wait!', but what with the situation being as it was, even he wasn't sure there had been time for such cries.

At any rate, he quickly vanished from the library grounds, un-checked-out-book in hand, and confusion in his eyes.

((And thus Rowen was dragged to The Alkemist Club. Yare yare...))  

[supremeviva]

silentdraconis

"Good!" And without another word, the unfortunate youth was dragged off to the very amusing Alkemist.
Some jokes just refuse to die...

Allen paused, looked at Viva, and frowned. "Try the hospital. I'm to destructive to heal."

Viva looks up and nods. After taking awhile to gather his strenght he vanishes in a flash of white light.  

[The Mage of Space]

"Do you still need me to help hold up the library?" Brett felt that he should be at Aria for some reason.  

[silentdraconis]

It was good that Brett had left. Good that Viva had taken himself away.
It meant only Allen, standing alone within the ruins of the Library, was entombed n the falling stone and timber. It meant only Allen, the Harbringer of Destruction, was cast into the darkness, that only Allen, who had wrought such scenes more times than mortal men had numbers for, across more time than Man could imagine, who stood silently in the center of the charred and cracked marble floor, his pale face turned upwards, crimson eyes a lurid point as darkness descended, black as the soft spikes of hair that fell away from his features, blacker than the wings that were no longer there, the spires of bone clicking in their place.
The roar of the building falling inwards was deafening, but silent. The once terrifying figure of the legendary Destroyer solitary and... gone, as slabs of stone crashed and shattered banishing him from sight, as the cracked marble, once warmly colored, now blackened with battle scars, gave way beneath the Library and himself.
Allen Aharden, gone, as the Tenth Sea was destroyed by a parallel of its own creator.

And as dust settled, there was no hand thrusting up from within the ruble, no massive blocks shoved aside as the man stood, shoving it from his shoulders.
There was only fading veils of dust...

...and silence...

...and nothing.

 

[The Mage of Space]

But Brett hadn't left. He had just moved back. He stared in disbelief. "........That does it. I'm gonna catch that guy. After I get back to Aria though..." Brett's mech shot off to Aria, missing it's left arm. The missing left arm, being infused with magitech, had tried to hold up the library in vain. And so it poked out of the rubble, still trying to hold something up. [To Aria]