The Grand Library

With the morning, came the chance to explore the castle than had been opened so graciously to you after a night of rest in the rooms proved unto you. The grand library was quite a room to behold that fully lived up to its name as you would see for yourself past the large double doors. Past them, every wall was lined with books, scrolls and tomes of numerous sorts from floor to ceiling and the stairs on both left and right led to the second story for access to the books closer to the ceiling.  There were various paintings hanging on free space, of knights and heroes, of the sea and oddly enough a picture of the White Queen with a small smile splayed on her face as stood by another woman in the portrait. The Other woman garbed in red, a more pronounced smile on her face, narrowed eyes and longer thicker tresses than the White Queen. The Red Queen it seemed she was, had a strikingly similar face to another you knew. Two Queens, not at war at the time this painting was created, but a relic of the past did not reflect the current state of things.

Apart from the painting of Two Queens there was something else in the quiet of the library that was interesting as well. It was a soft, bubbling voice that echoed off the ceiling and floors to the entrance of the room. The voice continued on, too quiet to make out the words but just loud enough to acknowledge it. Then when all had fallen silent once more, two eager voices called out far louder than the first voice in pleading unison.”Tell us another, Grand Father! Oh please tell us another!” Their two voices continued to beg the other voice, who made grumbling noises a plenty before it appeared to give into the wishes.  A story? Surely that could be interesting to partake in since you all were free to do as you pleased for the time being.

Further into the library and to the left there was a space set aside with a fireplace and a multitude of pillows settled upon a rug in vast amounts. Seated among them were an enormous lobster looming over two tinier lobsterlings about to be the tale. ”One upon a time, there were two fair Queens, The First whose kindness and beauty was known far and wide. The second, who was equal in beauty to the first, but was also just and strong. Though they did not always agree, the two leaders shared respect with each other and life was peaceful.These two Queen ruled fairly. Together they brought peace with magic they both possessed and everyone was happy.” The grandfather lobster paused for a moment before rambling on with the tale. ”Then one day, the Red Queen became different, far different. Her fair and just nature melted away, leaving darkness and cruelty in its wake. Magic became tainted with the thrall of wicked intent and the Red Queen’s lands became silent and none could approach no long for thorns had blocked the way. The White Queen tried to extend her hand to the Red Queen, her dear friend but it was all for naught. The Red Queen denied it, and turned her back from everything. Leaving a terrible schism in her wake.”

The elder fell silent much to the displeasure of the little lobsterling settled before him who voiced complaints and demanded another one.”Another, grandfather! Please! We want another story.”The elder lobster groaned, leaning over with a protests of his own. ”I am old, I am tired, and in need of rest. Leave me be for a while, then there will be more stories, I promise you.” The lobsterings sighed, getting up to leave their grandfather in peace and quiet as they ventured away into the library, attempting now to reach books on their own. But sadly were not strong or tall enough to each the story books. Perhaps you could take the lace of storyteller for a small time, to help give the poor elder lobster a rest from rambunctious eager younglings.

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Choices: Tell the Lobsterlings a story or leave the Library and return to the guest rooms for more rest.

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Washu had slept relatively well, considering what was probably looming in the near future. That doctor the queen had sent wasn't able to really do much for the mechanical members of the group, so she helped Knock Out with that side of things. She remembered that mage with the staff getting a bit growly when she insisted to check on him, but other than that, it was more or less routine first aid for everyone. After that everyone who needed to sleep did that, some with more success than others, but hopefully that was enough to refresh them for the day.

On this new day, the scientist decided to explore the castle as that was apparently allowed. Old castles like this always seemed to have really nice libraries, so she was hoping to find one of those as she glided through the corridors. Eventually she did come upon a rather sizable set of wooden doors, and on phasing through them she was greeted with the sight of lots and lots of books. A happy smile began to form on her face, or at least it was until she happened to look up at some of the paintings that graced the walls. Specifically, one of the White Queen, and of another woman who also looked rather familiar. Gee, that was a lot of red she was wearing--

--Oh. Oh crap, actually. That was definitely the Red Queen in the painting, but more to the point, it was also someone Washu knew. The last time they'd interacted much was probably during the Phazon disaster, but she was pretty sure that was Cailia Hallow up there. The mercenary had probably been grabbed and placed under an overlay program of sorts just like with Sonia, so that meant she wouldn't remember them either. The scientist scratched her head at the image for a moment. "Hmm, well, I suppose it could have been worse . . ."

She suddenly became aware of the others that were in the library with her, and floated over to listen in. Apparently the old and huge lobster knew something of what went on before the current state of affairs, telling the two smaller ones a tale of the two Queens. Hmm, that was interesting, apparently the two used to be friends, before something came over the Red Queen. Maybe there would be some way of turning things around without killing her . . . honestly that would be for the best, given Cailia was only playing a role here. Washu's ire and that mental promise she made earlier was only directed at the true masterminds behind this little game . . . someone was going to get sliced to ribbons or worse after this was all over.

Soon enough the old lobster's tale ended, with the two little lobsterlings demanding another story. Unfortunately for them, the bigger one needed a bit of rest, and they went looking for other books to read. Their little claws just weren't big enough to reach the shelves, though! Washu looked on, thinking it over for a moment, but eventually hovered on into view of the little ones. She never could resist taking care of children, anyway. "Your gramps over there looks like he needs more rest, so how about I tell you a story? I'm not from around here, so this'll be a story you won't find in any of these books~"

The little lobsters looked eager for a story no matter the source, so Washu sat down on one of the pillows in front of them, and started weaving her own tale. "All right, now this story's about a knightly Prince, and the Pirate Queen and Princess that both fell in love with him. The Prince's name was Tenchi, and he didn't know he was a prince at first, but that would all change after he swiped the key to a forbidden cave on his grandfather's lands . . ."

The little lobsters would probably never know that this was a true story, one very close to Washu's heart as she lived the first part of it through her daughter Ryoko.

"... the Pirate Queen was loud and boisterous, almost too much for the Prince to handle, but her heart was in the right place."

In her mind, Washu wondered what everyone would have thought of her telling the story this way, and amused herself by imagining their reactions.

"... Now the Princess was quiet and demure, a proper lady of the Empire indeed. But from the moment she and the Pirate Queen decided they loved the Prince, the two would fight whenever they met..."

The scientist went on, eventually telling them of the 'sorcerer' Kagato, and how the Pirate Queen and the Princess went after him when they thought he killed the Prince. The prince certainly wasn't dead, far from it...

"A Goddess of the Trees saved the Prince's life, and sent him back to fight with her blessing . . . though Tenchi had his own power, even stronger than hers. She sent him back, and the Prince and the Sorcerer fought . . . for a long time, it still seemed as if the Sorcerer held an overwhelming advantage. It was then that Tenchi remembered the Goddess's words, that he had his own strength. When he finally invoked that power, the battle was over in one strike! And thus the Prince saved everyone in the fortress, including the Goddess of Science and the klutzy female knight who were trapped in the fortress's mirror side. The End."

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((Given the opportunity, I just couldn't resist . . . the tale above would be the first set of Tenchi Muyo OVAs~)

Olabisi had slept rather well the previous night. She didn't care at all that she was sharing quarters with the rest of the group. The only thing that mattered to her was that she was given a nice warm bed in which to rest her head. When the alien woke, she flexed and stretched the arm that had been injured and riddled with thorns the day before. It was still sore, yes, but it was much easier to move now compared to yesterday. She yawned, stretching her arms over her head before getting out of the bed. She was still in the white polka dot nightgown that she had arrived in.

The mummy alien's first order of business for today was to look around the castle. It was an enormous place, and so far she was impressed with what she was seeing. There was something interesting to be seen wherever you found yourself in this place. Eventually, the sound of rambunctious younglings caught her attention. It was coming from the library, and it would appear that two young lobsters were pestering their grandfather for another story, but he was growing tired.

Just as Ola was about to step in, the pink-haired scientist took her place, so the alien waited her turn. Just as she had suspected, the lobsterlings were still ready for another story once Washu's had concluded. A smile crossed her face. Who knew that little lobsters could be so cute? Eagerly, the bandaged woman stepped forward.

"I'll take it from here, Washu," she said before turning to face the young lobsters. "I'm not from around here either, little ones, so I'm sure that this is also a story that you've never heard before."

She cleared her throat, composing the story in her head. Now the alien was ready to tell her story.

"Not too long ago, in a land far far away, there was a wicked king, ghostly and frightening. He had three loyal henchmen. The first was a big, burly wolf man, the second an almost equally brawny scientist who controlled the lightning, and the third a man much like myself, one that appeared to be made entirely out of bandages. The wicked king had fallen from power over this land, and sought out to reclaim what he had lost. His plan was to resurrect a long-dead king that had ruled long before him. This king was a tyrant, a vampire who enslaved the people, using them as food."

Ola was positively beaming. In no way could these children know that this was indeed a true story, one that she had lived!

"Just as the wicked king was going through with his dastardly plan, a mysterious chariot fell from the sky. Out of it emerged a human boy, likely adolescent in age. The townspeople, however, were frightened of the boy. He was so different from them, so they thought him a monster! They chased him throughout the town and even made games of throwing rotten fruit at him. It was ten points if you got him in the stomach, and fifty if you got him in the head! Little did they know that this boy, along with one of the king's henchmen, would be their saving grace."

Listen on, little ones. Ola was getting to the good part!

"Yes, the wicked king had succeeded in resurrecting the tyrant. He had taken complete control of the townspeople. They had become nothing more than puppets, puppets made to serve as his own personal army. Just as all had seemed to be lost, the boy that the townspeople shunned rose against the two evil kings. But the boy wasn't alone. No, the scientist henchman betrayed the king! He harbored a great hatred for the tyrant who had formally held control over his people, and was determined to never let him rule again. Together, he and the boy defeated the two kings, and the land was peaceful once more. The end."

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((And suddenly Lorraine wrote a novel!))

Ain't no rest for the wickeeeeeed...

Garry hadn't slept a wink. Garry didn't need to sleep a wink. His body being made of the Azure Grimoire, sleeping was unnecessary for him as his vitals didn't grow tired nearly as quickly as the regular human's. He had lied there almost all night, keeping his eye open. It was boring, he had to say. At the same time, he couldn't move because his escort would probably cry if he did. He'd been a touch salty for that when everyone had finally begun getting up, but as time had gone on he'd been too relieved that he could finally move again to show much of it.

Having began exploring the castle, Garry didn't even attempt to stray from his escort. His escort, a lobster he'd aptly named in his head "Hibiki" after that aide of Kagura Mutsuki's back in Ikaruga, had followed him wherever he went. He couldn't deny that he wasn't particularly hindered by the lobster. It was just scuttling around, keeping its eye on him. Well... in any case, let it do so. He wasn't going to actively object. Trying to start conversations with it a couple of times only led to dead ends where it would give one-word answers and the "conversation", if one could call it that, would just reach a dead halt.

Hearing voices from the library, Garry headed over there.

Storytime, eh? Garry made his way into the Library a minute or two after Washu entered. The library was certainly a lovely place. Garry had expected no less from a castle such as this. The number of books here was staggering... perhaps one of them contained information pertaining to their adventure? There were too many to have a hope of finding out anytime soon. Still, didn't hurt to look as the elder told his story. Garry glanced and paid attention to the books that he could see. Eh... they seemed to just be regular story books. Guess he had the wrong section.

Still... looking up, it wasn't hard to discern that the Red Queen was beside the White Queen in one of the pictures hung up. Garry looked over them... Sonia and Cailia, they were. He recognised Sonia just barely back there, but he recognised Cailia more because she had actively participated with him as well, albeit a little more often. She looked normal. She seemed pretty happy in this picture, too... Garry had only really seen her in Sanctuary, and she wasn't really your regular kind of happy. She was more... jackass happy. A true demon.

Following the voices at this point, Garry came across the group as they'd gotten into their story, his exceptionally good hearing allowing him to pick up the details. The first time it had come in handy rather than hurting the shit out of him, too... damn Bandersnatch. All the same, Garry listened to the elder speak. So basically, the Red Queen had just turned, one day? Sounded not dissimilar to the way he would have been portrayed during work regarding the Six Heroes. The hero that turned, the hero that renounced his hero title, with few knowing he was never actually a hero so much as brainwashed the entire time. That's why there were six heroes, after all.

Alas, the elder lobster couldn't hold out for much longer. Getting old sure is tough, isn't it~? Washu stepped up to the mantle to tell a story, and as she told it, Garry stood nearby. His hands at his sides, he leaned against one of the bookshelves as she started to speak to the young lobsters. A Prince, a Pirate Queen and Princess. Sounded pretty... vanilla so far. Still, he didn't know. This was probably a story from this woman's old world... the Pirate Queen was loud and boisterous, eh? Sounded like a pirate, alright. Ah, a love story, though. There was always a clash with love. Be it men or women, people would always collide.

Listening to the story along with the children, Garry found himself actually enjoying the story. He could see why the children enjoyed listening to them, this library felt like the prime place for anyone to be telling a story. The Goddess of Science? It didn't take a genius to find out who that was. Miss "Greatest Scientist in the Universe" paired with the Goddess of Science made it distinct that this was a story from Washu's home universe. Garry considered telling a story himself, actually. How far could he cover up a story to the point where it didn't reveal much?

The next person to step up to the mantle was someone he hadn't seen come in; Olasibi. Olasibi begun with her own narrative, telling a story from her universe. Again, evident due to her mention of a bandaged man. Garry folded his arms as he listened to this narrative, too, enjoying the story. Though people may not tell others it was stories from their home universe, there were generally pretty subtle hints. But, anyway... a human boy had fallen and was their saving grace. He rose up against the tyrant and the king, the scientist rebelling... and the evil had fallen.

"I'll tell one. I have a good one in mind." Garry smiled, his lobster escort clicking his claws once because it could. Garry walked away from the escort and stood around where Olasibi and Washu were stood, opposite the children. "I think any stories you hear from us foreigners will be ones not in these books. I'll go on, anyway." He had a good idea for what he was going to tell. A tale of a man, a man that was destined to fight against fate. A man fighting a losing battle.

"This is one we were told when we were young. In a land where a Queen ruled over the world with an evil iron grip, there was a single man that dared rebel against her. Wanted across the entire world for being a criminal, this man would destroy the bases of this Queen to stop her evil reign of terror. As he approached one particular city, however... he had a bad feeling. This city was not going to be like any of the others.

The man would climb the city to the very top, going straight for the base that was there. This base was empty when he got there, no soldiers being around at all. The man would continue to the center of the base, where a clone of the Queen he knew would come down. This clone would attack him, and they would do battle. This was a battle the man was destined to lose; he was defeated.

This didn't mark the end of it, however. There was a force out there, a God - this God did not want the man to fail. Because of this, the God would rewind time so that it could begin all over again. Hundreds upon thousands upon millions of times, the man would ascend to the top of the base and would fight with this clone, and would be defeated every single time. However, there was a girl; this girl was a special girl, chosen to inherit some of this God's power. She did not usually even make it up to the base before the man was defeated. That isn't to say she didn't make it... after millions of resets, the man went up to the base. He fought off many foes along the way that looked to obstruct and defeat him themselves, but none of them were able to stop him. Reaching the very top of the base, the clone came down and the usual sequence was enacted - the man was met with a quick defeat. This time, though... the girl that the God had chosen had arrived in time. Reaching out, she took the man's hand, and at this point... the tides turned. The man defeated the clone. His journey was far from over, but he had made a new friend that day, and had successfully repelled the evil Queen's forces once again. He had a long way to go, but he wasn't alone anymore."

Having finished his story, Garry stepped away and stood by his escort again. "I have no idea what the moral is or what this story represents, but it was one I used to be told." He smiled.

Truly a masterpiece.

The lobsterlings were nothing short of ecstatic to have no one story but three instead! At the start of Washu’s they hunkered down, claws clacking quietly in excitement as they listened to a tale of a prince, a princess, a Pirate Queen, a goddess and the overthrow of evil for the triumph of good. That was the sort of story they liked! The kind where good one, because what could possibly be better than that? ”We liked that story! We liked it an awful lot! But who did the Prince choose? The Princess or the Pirate Queen?” It was an awfully pressing question, wasn’t it? At least for these two children it seemed to be.

Of course the children were not disappointed when the next stranger was up to tell a story, though she seemed a bit peculiar to them being completely bandaged up but they politely figured that it was rude to ask and that she was most likely badly injured in a fight. Still, the listened attentively, in quiet concentration on every detail of Olabisi’s story. They wouldn’t stray in attention, oh no, they were very excited and listening carefully. Upon hearing of two evil tyrants, they were somewhat sad, something that came a little close to home but they listened on to hear how it ended. And luckily, another happy ending as well! Like what was done for Washu, there were also questions for Olabisi as well. ”So does that mean you knew them? What were the heroes like? Were they nice? How come you are made of bandages? Are you hurt?” They had tried not to be rude, but hearing it mentioned they just couldn’t help themselves.

Now came the story from the man with purple hair being followed by a lobster guards to which they thought nothing about to be honest. They were eager for another foreign story to which they have never heard. Tiny claw clacks proceeded and they were focused on Garry with rapt attention. They listened to the tale of a man who fought over and over again against a clone of a queen who was evil. But he had failed for so many times but a God saw fit to change time over and over for him. But eventually, a special girl had come along and helped him fight back finally after so many defeats. While the story was far from over in their eyes, it was surely a worthy start indeed. At least the hero had a new friend in his trials, and wasn’t alone. ”That was a really nice story, we almost thought it was going to end badly. But it didn’t!” Now they had been left with three stories which was more than they had expected.

And these lobsterlings were not rude, they had proper manners to want to do something in turn. They scuttled over to a shelf together, whispering and bubbling as they pulled out an old, old book. Returning to the three visitors they held it up with much effort. ”Here! Take this! We wanted to say thank you for the story! Take this book with you!” They cheered, continuing to wave the book up at the taller folk. In the book were a number of unreadable texts though one stood out in shimmering gold.

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Choices: You chose to give the Lobsterlings more stories in place of their Grandfather.
Choices: You have Received the book containing the spell “Ardwen’s Light” – Allowing the caster to see in to pure darkness.

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Washu blinked a bit in surprise at the questioning. Why did everyone always want to know which one of them Tenchi decided to pick? At this particular moment, even she didn't know which way the boy's heart would go, or if it would even budge from keeping the general chaos at the Masaki househould just the way it was. Then there was the Noike issue to consider. Then again, he was too nice to just pick one of his lovely ladies... "The prince had a very large castle, and thus had plenty of room to accept both the Princess and the Pirate Queen. The two of them still fight sometimes, though."

It would turn out the three of them would be rewarded for their storytelling, as the little lobsterlings went to retrieve a very old book for them. Washu took it from their eager little claws, reading over the words she could. "Hmm, a spell that can let you see into pure darkness? I imagine this doesn't only mean the sort of darkness night brings, either. Thanks, kids, we'll put this to good use."

At that she looked at her fellow storytellers, considering. "Hmm, I think I'll just hang onto this myself . . . you said you couldn't cast magic, Garry, and I'm not sure about you, Olabisi. I could probably manage it somehow; I'm just full of surprises."

Of course the alien should have expected questions from the youngsters. Their inquisitive nature brought a smile to her face, reminding her of the questions that Link asked when she first arrived at the Inn. She was more than happy to answer the little rascals.

"No I'm not hurt, little ones. If I were hurt that badly, would I be able to walk? Any normal person would be bedridden if they were placed in a full-body cast. No, this is just how I look. I can do neat things with these bandages, too. Watch!" And just like that, her hair bandages began to flutter until they were standing completely on end. "As for the story, no-one really knows. It's just a story, after all, but it's become more of a legend."

Of course that was a lie. This was a true story, one that she had lived, but she didn't want to ruin the fun of guessing for the lobsterlings. The alien then turned to face Washu.

"I'm sure I could cast the spell if I wanted to. Humans and aliens alike have been known to practice magic where I come from. I think I'd probably butcher the pronunciation, though..."

Garry smiled at the easily-impressionable children. He'd stretched the truth a little in his story and had emitted some parts (like how the "man" had quickly told the girl she was just a big problem to him and had told her to get lose immediately after the entire incident) but he'd mainly stayed true to it. A tale Ragna himself would be proud of, if it were told by anyone that wasn't the guy that had single-handedly ruined his entire life. Oh, he hadn't mentioned that either. Probably for the best... the children wouldn't take so well to hearing that, and the others wouldn't take so well to hearing him telling the children that.

After the stories had ended, the lobsters held out a book. Ah, a book of magic. Yeah, that would be useless in Garry's hands, Hazama or not. That was, provided the words themselves didn't have magic impact in this world. Washu took it from the lobsters, opting to hang onto it herself. "Yeah, if I were given it I'd have just given it to one of you two. It's kinda useless in my hands, I have to admit..." Garry rubbed the back of his head, letting out an awkward chuckle. He turned back to the lobsters afterward. "Do you still want to hear more stories, or are you done hearing them? If you'd like to hear more I'll tell you more, but if not, I don't mind." Garry smiled down at the lobster children, evidently engrossed in storytelling. Garry loved the children, duh!

Still... looking at the book, Garry thought to himself. Was that book going to help them much? "I wonder... if the book's words are ones that would form magic rather than a person's ability to cast anything, is it possible that everyone would be able to cast the magic? Even the robots? If that's the case, then that would counter the magic-less-ness people like me have... I can't deny I've always wanted to be able to cast magic. It's just so cool, you know? Being able to summon flames at a whim and water in your next. You could water plants easily that way!" He spoke mainly to Washu with that, curious regarding the entire thing. "Not that this is any of that sort of magic, but, eh... I wonder if this'll come in handy in the future?" He turned to the lobster children that had given them the book, a wide smile on his face.

"Thank you very much, everyone! Telling stories to you is fun!"

Because idealistic children thought picking was how things ending. Sweet, simple and absolutely easy. But Washu’s answer was certainly good enough for them to be satisfied with. And they were also quite pleased to see that their gift was accepted, it was a handy thing even if they couldn’t’ read it. ”You’re welcome! Just be careful!” They found Olabisi’s answer to be confusing but it was amazing to see her hair bandages stand up! Oooohing in unison, they bubbled amongst themselves, something to share with friends later. The story being legend was a little confusing as they were under the slight impression that legends and stories were the same thing but maybe not. After Garry looked to them and thanked them, they chirped up as well with their thanks. ”Thank you, thank you very much! We’re going to go check on our grandfather, enjoy the book!” And thus they scuttled over to their grandfather but not to hassle him for more stories but to honestly check on him.

But now the three had a spell that could be useful in future times but for now it was better to keep it safe and sound.  Perhaps it would be a good time to leave and share findings with the rest of the party or perhaps even go see the Queen if you really were confused on a matter.

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Choices: You chose to give the Lobsterlings more stories in place of their Grandfather.
Choices: You have Received the book containing the spell “Ardwen’s Light” – Allowing the caster to see in to pure darkness.
Note: This thread has concluded, if you wish to post amongst yourselves but there will no longer have Game Master posting.

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"Hmm, all right. You kids take good care of your gramps, okay?" And off the little lobsters went, leaving Washu in the company of Garry and Olabisi.

The scientist considered the book for a moment more, then sent it into her subspace. "Yes, I am fairly sure the magic is contained in that book, but I'll still hang onto it. This way we won't have to worry about anyone stealing it or it getting misplaced. If I find the right moment to use it, I will, you can count on that."

With that said, she glanced to the stacks of books once more, wondering if there was anything interesting contained i their pages. "Hmm, I think I'll stick around here for a bit, maybe there'll be some other useful info in one of these books. This pocket dimension or whatever might not be complete enough for these to have much else, but I suppose it's worth a try."

Washu hovered over to one of the nearby shelves, trying to decide on which book to investigate first.

Huh... well, looks like storytime was over. Crud, Garry had actually not minded telling his story. The lobster children scuttled away anyway, heading over to their grandfather in order to check up on the old non-literal mite. Garry looked over at the duo that had told stories with him, and then at Hibiki the Lobster. They were careful children, and they would need to be! That was, unless this thorn infestation wasn't caught up to anytime soon. This outing wasn't guaranteed to cure it. It looked like it'd require some pretty big-business hedge clippers, anyhow.

"Of course, of course. Counting on you, Miss Hakubi!" You could almost hear the salute in his voice as he spoke, Garry watching her put the book into subspace. Subspace was weird, and he absolutely wanted no part in it. For starters, he would probably wind up with some unfortunate event happening. Secondly, he'd likely not even learn anything, especially not since he doubted Washu was going to just open up and spill just like that. Thus, even if it did look pretty sweet, it was his decision to stay away.

...Ah, a pocket dimension? Well... that solves that, he supposed? Eh, whatever. "It's possible. I think I have a few other things to ask the White Queen, myself... I'm going to go and ask her a few things. Ah - assuming she's free, that is." Garry mused, turning his back to Washu. "Well, your stories were fun to hear, you two. I'll see you later." Likely when they left the castle, which would likely be later that day. They weren't staying here forever, after all. Remembering as much as he could from their stories, Garry left the library.

Time to go visit Her Royal Peakyness.

"Then it's settled? You'll cast the spell?" Olabisi asked Washu. "Like I said, better you than me. I'd probably say it all wrong, and who knows what could happen if it isn't said right? The caster could be hurt, or worse, the caster along with anyone in their radius could be injured, or even killed."

The alien turned to leave, but looked back at Washu and Garry just before she reached the library entrance.

"I'm going to head back to our room. Make sure you show that book to the rest of the group. I don't know if we're ever going to need it, but the others should at least know that we have it."