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damned_institute2012-04-19 07:31 pm
unpriest) wrote in damned_institute2012-04-19 07:31 pm
Day 62: The Bookworm (Noon)
After acquiring a feel for the small town, perhaps it was no surprise that Seishin ended up making his way towards the bookstore that he had passed earlier today. It was a fairly large building made of wood, and it did not take the former priest much effort to locate it. The sign on the front read 'The Bookworm' in green and red letters, with a worm crawling through the two O's.
Once inside, Seishin could appreciate the silence the store provided. It seemed more as though he had just walked into a library rather than a bookstore, he guessed. Near the entrance was a metal stand with the local newspaper, but upon investigation it didn't provide the novelist with any significant information. He passed the front desk, offering a polite nod towards the pair standing behind it before wandering further into the store. The wooden floor creaking as he walked, giving the place an old feel.
The large shelves that made up most of the store were crammed with books. Most appeared to be used copies in some way, but that hardly stopped Seishin from navigating the shelves, his eyes going from spine to spine as he read the titles. The store was divided in four sections, including a non-fiction setting. Remarkably, there was no section containing books related to history or traveling. The library in the institute was the same; it was as though someone had deliberately removed anything that could possibly tell them more about the surrounding area. He had to wonder how far Landel-san's influence extended.
He ended up pausing before the section containing general fiction and literature. The former priest wasn't quite sure what he was looking for -- it was mostly curiosity and his interest in books that had led him here, but it was not as though he had anything specific in mind. He had been given money to spend, but Seishin wasn't quite sure what to use it for. He didn't really need anything, did he? Though Landel's was not the most desirable environment for casual reading, plenty of books could be found in the institute's library.
[Free!]
Once inside, Seishin could appreciate the silence the store provided. It seemed more as though he had just walked into a library rather than a bookstore, he guessed. Near the entrance was a metal stand with the local newspaper, but upon investigation it didn't provide the novelist with any significant information. He passed the front desk, offering a polite nod towards the pair standing behind it before wandering further into the store. The wooden floor creaking as he walked, giving the place an old feel.
The large shelves that made up most of the store were crammed with books. Most appeared to be used copies in some way, but that hardly stopped Seishin from navigating the shelves, his eyes going from spine to spine as he read the titles. The store was divided in four sections, including a non-fiction setting. Remarkably, there was no section containing books related to history or traveling. The library in the institute was the same; it was as though someone had deliberately removed anything that could possibly tell them more about the surrounding area. He had to wonder how far Landel-san's influence extended.
He ended up pausing before the section containing general fiction and literature. The former priest wasn't quite sure what he was looking for -- it was mostly curiosity and his interest in books that had led him here, but it was not as though he had anything specific in mind. He had been given money to spend, but Seishin wasn't quite sure what to use it for. He didn't really need anything, did he? Though Landel's was not the most desirable environment for casual reading, plenty of books could be found in the institute's library.
[Free!]
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"And I've found that powerful, mad men can extend quite an influence." Gongora had had his hands in the politics of nearly every country back on Plank, one way or another. And he was just one man, it wasn't as though all of his staff and employees knew what had been going on. They'd been lied to, the same as Tolten....
"I wonder what the world thinks of this place. They can't know the truth..." And anyone who tried to say different was labeled a mad man. It was very clever, when one thought about it.
Sorry for the delay...again.
"They send their captives on missions," he began, his voice quiet, "Or at least, they did during the military's reign, but I hardly believe they have ceased such practices. Regardless, shortly after my arrival, they had sent me on such a mission."
He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in.
"Though I cannot tell you its location, but it took place in a rather large city -- I suspect it was located somewhere in America, like this town," the former priest continued, "Depending on their reasoning for sending patients to do their dirty work, however, there may be implications of at least an active opposition. However, there are certain things that worry me...though I guess it sounds rather crazy..."
He trailed off again. He could not say what had happened to the building after they had left. Had someone found the file he had shoved under the door? Or had he merely pushed the decision of life and death on another person? That...would hardly have been more admirable, would it? Yet, Seishin realized it was something forever shrouded by uncertainty.