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[Faulty Ambition]

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Chance time!
All members hunting Afos, roll a six sided dice in your next post!
Highest roll makes the catch!  

[ZombieJeff]

"Nothing of the sort" said the captain flatly as he walked out.

As the captain led Brett out of the building, he turned promptly.

"We would like to know if you have any items or information that could clear the name of Afos Nahd Sem, and..."

He pointed to a paddy wagon which the captured Ten Org. Agents were getting thrown into. They were all covered in shackles, apparently hit by a hail of police capture gun fire. "... to prove whatever group these people belong to guilty."  

[Arq Kujos]

Neros decided that the best way to capture Afos was to simply wait and observe his movements. With a little luck, Afos may accidentally deliver himself into Neros's hands.

Morrow reached into his robes and pulled a very fragile and ancient pipe from it. He bit the end of it, but he did not light it, for smoking was bad for the books.  

[The Mage of Space]

"Well, my mecha might've already said this, but he wasn't at his full power when Mr. Afos put this key into him and bumped him up to full power. He or another A.N.Sem tried to deassemble me once, but it doesn't make sense to me that he'd give me a boost in power and then try to kill me. And that happened around the time of Gunlock being destroyed and the library being attacked." Brett searched his mind for anything else. "And the man who bombed me at Tarlow and my hangar was wearing a uniform similar to those guys you have arrested. I think I've also heard something about a group called the Ten Organization floating around on the Hunter mission boards. Nothing else about that though." Brett took a larger than normal breath of air. "Anything else?"  

[Faulty Ambition]

((Sorry for the wait guys! I've been swamped offline. I'll try to get a post up as soon as I can!))  

[Faulty Ambition]

After landing a pirouette, Afos gracefully touched down beside Neros's open hands. Those hands lightly brushed the taller man's shoulders causing him to come to a stop on one foot.
"Guess that means I'm it. Looks like you win Bunny Pirate. Our first stop shall be the ruins known as Rustir. You may escort me, Bunny Pirate, and anyone else who wishes to come along may if they so wish."
He stooped down to carefully scoop a parchment envelope up off of the floor beside him. In elaborate cursive calligraphy it bore the inscription "Sinner Afos."  

[Arq Kujos]

Morrow reached in his pocket and pulled out an old looking pair of reading glasses. "Have fun at Rustir. I'll begin cleaning up," he said, looking at the damages everywhere. With a clap of thunder, Morrow disappeared.

Neros shurgged his shoulders and nodded. "Let us hurry. Many men worse than you roam the streets in need of being caught."  

[Faulty Ambition]

"All who wish to come and view the evidence presented proving my innocence and the guilt of another party, please follow to the ruins of Rustir!"
A twirl and a puff of grey smoke later, Afos was gone.  

[Arq Kujos]

Elsewhere in the Library, Morrow was sweeping the floor. All the battling in the Library had left a mess. As he swept, books rearranged themselves on the shelves, dust pans and small brushes swept up the piles he left behind as he swept. While the task seemed almost impossible, it took Morrow a small amount of time with all the chores doing themselves. The books were rearranged and reorganized, the shelves were spotless, and the tables were neat and straightened. "Ahh, all done." Morrow waved the broom's handle in the air and the broom vanished.

Morrow slowly made his way back to the front desk, stopping and randomly inspecting books for quality and correct placement. He finally made his way back to the front desk and checked the checkout lists. "I really have been gone for awhile. I didn't think tracking down an actual copy of Ethan Haas's book, The Wheel and other stories. Well, at least I am home now. I think I might smoke my pipe for moment before I man the desk." With that, Morrow stepped outside and pulled a small silver pipe from the pocket of his large robe. It was adorned with all manner of ancient and long forgotten writings, most of which were warnings about how smoking is bad for your health. That part always amused Morrow the most. After a brief smoke, Morrow stepped back inside and sat in the old chair behind the front desk.  

[silentdraconis]

Allen had spent most of his time since encountering Otherbody--Ansem had wound up dealing with the old guy, sparing the villain a proper annihilation--getting said desk down to the first-floor the hard way. He'd mention getting the lobby level with the entrance again whenever Ansem returned (he didn't feel like looking for how to do it on his own).
Allen tended to do all his Library chores the hard way, actually. Everything from filling out forms to muscling desks down stairs without unloading them or causing any damage (or spilling the little pen cup on top). It had something to do with being immortally bored... and having been ordered to take at least a little care if he was going to do things manually.
There was apparently something wrong with breaking things. Allen didn't understand it, but whatever kept him able to do things rather than stuck in some other dimension waiting to end the worlds.
He'd just come down from the lobby--deciding to leave the catalog in place--to 'man the front desk' as per his orders, and would have been surprised to find the job was already being done and his chair occupied... if Allen were only capable of such a feeling.
...so now what?

Morrow had the usually grave misfortune of being on the receiving end of Allen Aharden's lurid, bloody gaze. 'Usually' because as of recently, those Allen looked at weren't guaranteed to die. In fact, a great many of them had started living through the encounter... and doing so without massive physical or psychological scars. (If he'd cared, he might would have complained it was ruining his average, but he didn't.) Meaning Morrow was actually in almost no danger at all.
The very black hair fell in the Harbinger's eyes like soft iron spikes, and the blacker wings at his back were held slightly spread and perfectly still... as was the rest of him--his chest neither rose nor fell, and nor did his red eyes blink. He could have been a statue carved and painted by a master of both, had someone wanted to place a statue in the entrance to the stairs.  

[Arq Kujos]

Morrow smiled at Allen when he appeared in the lobby. He was not concerned with Allen's glare, because he knew it was Allen who was supposed to be sitting at the front desk. Morrow stood up and bowed. "Hello. I believe you are Allen Aharden, our resident destroyer. I am Morrow Khan, Historian and Librarian." Morrow moved from behind the desk and stood in front of Allen. Allen's stare did not waver in the slightest, a fact that Morrow took note of. "You know, it isn't nice to stare." Morrow smiled.  

[silentdraconis]

"'Nice' isn't part of my Summon." Allen returned. Which was true, since summoning him was basically saying his True Name after 'I summon thee' in some old forgotten tongue. There was a reason why so few, so very few, could summon a Destroyer to their side. There were two, actually. Getting a Destroyer's name was a job and a dozen, and the cost of the Summon was unbearably high in most cases. (It was good for Ansem that Allen wanted to stick around.)
It took a moment after speaking for Allen to resume his 'normal' demeanor. "The basement was never meant to be the first floor." He observed somewhat lightly (his voice didn't send premonitions of disaster flitting through minds now, just goosebumps.) The Destroyer shrugged, making his wings ripple and headed for the desk, taking the recently un-occupied chair and prooping his feet on the wood.
There. He was manning the Desk. His orders were being obeyed, now let the boredom set in.
And. The. Chains.
He could have done without the chains, but Cosmic Law was Cosmic Law, and it kinda had to be obeyed--as if he had a choice in the matter.  

[Arq Kujos]

"Maybe not, but you could make more of an effort." Morrow was not intimidated by a being barely older than he. Morrow walked back to the desk. "No, it wasn't, and I intend to fix it before Ansem returns, but I have been away for a long time, so I need to reconnect my power to the Library." Morrow ran his hand through his hair and smiled. "Oh, and please don't put your feet on the desk, I just cleaned it. Ansem really does let this place get so filthy." He gently slapped Allen's feet off the desk before turning away. "I'm going to fix the library." With that, he vanished.  

[silentdraconis]

Allen let his feet be moved, but he put them back up almost immediately. He had moved the desk. He kept it neat and did the mundane chores while everyone else went off playing games and going insane.
Make an effort. Ha. Not obliterating everything he touched was making an effort for the Destroyer.
Not that he cared--Allen didn't have the capacity to care about much of anything that wasn't his master's orders. He could put on a show to make the world doubt, but at the end of the day, he was what he was, and what he was was utterly inhuman.  

[Arq Kujos]

Morrow made his way to the basement and sighed. "Hopefully, nothing in the basement has been moved too much." Morrow began his long task of checking the old crates and large shelves, making sure none of the horrors locked away were disturbed.