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Practice Theater #1
Mar. 28th, 2011 08:34 pmThis library is useless. I went here to look up who this Medius is, but there's nothing written that wasn't discovered a few days ago already. I shouldn't have expected so much from a facility provided by them.
"I didn't I'd see a night stalker like you here, of all places." That voice. It's that girl again. We met under bad circumstances, but at least she's still civil. It's too much trouble looking away from the book just to acknowledge her, so I refrained.
"Night stalker? Where'd you get that?"
"You stalk people at the dead of the night." She continued the conversation without stopping her search through the shelves. One good thing about her is that she doesn't care much for etiquette. It makes it easier to talk to her.
"...Your naming sense is horrible." It made sense, but that was still horrible. Keh, I couldn't even concentrate on the book anymore.
"I don't want to hear that from you." Deadpan and scathing as usual. You'd think she's used to conversations like this. Still, I only mistook her for Akiha once! And Akiha is a beautiful name. A perfect name! It would be too good to waste on her.
"shut up. You don't know what you're talking about. So, what're ya looking for?" I gave up on finding anything out here. Looks like I'll just have to wait until the next thing happens again.
"Nothing of your concern." Cheeky. I don't really care anymore, but I admit I got a bit curious. I guess it's just because I don't get her. By all accounts she's just like any normal girl, but there's something weird about her. That night when I bumped into her, she didn't seem concerned for her life at all.
I checked the aisle we were on. The shelf I was leaning on was the end of the history section, and the shelf across that she was checking was... crafts? Just when I was about to venture a guess, she pulls out a book on knitting.
"Picking up knitting? You must be bored." I'm one to talk, being bored myself.
"I don't knit." Even if she just didn't want to admit it, that was a sad lie.
"What else would you do with that book?"
"Figure out synthesis recipes for making clothes." She looks like she's getting exasperated, but so was I. What kind of explanation is that?
"If you're gonna make the clothes, that's knitting."
"No it's not. What I do is different." She said stubbornly, as she picked up a stack of books I didn't notice until now.
"Then show me." What does she do, really? Looking at those other books, it's not just knitting. I see books on woodworking, herbal medicine, and... bombs?
"I don't have to." She begun to leave. No surprise there, I'm sure she didn't like where the conversation was headed.
"I'm a 'night stalker', remember? I could just follow you around if you don't."
It's my victory; she sighed.
"Fine, then meet me in my house in 2 weeks." We both knew I knew where that was, considering I saw her enter that house the first time we met.
"Alright. My name is Tohno SHIKI, by the way." I didn't get her name the first time.
She just nodded and turned to leave. Though I said that her lack of etiquette was one of her good points, it's one of her annoying points too.
"what's yours?"
"Veola." So it's not that she was trying to keep it a secret, she just doesn't say it unless asked directly. How annoying.
Well then, that's one interesting thing to do until things get hectic again.
"I didn't I'd see a night stalker like you here, of all places." That voice. It's that girl again. We met under bad circumstances, but at least she's still civil. It's too much trouble looking away from the book just to acknowledge her, so I refrained.
"Night stalker? Where'd you get that?"
"You stalk people at the dead of the night." She continued the conversation without stopping her search through the shelves. One good thing about her is that she doesn't care much for etiquette. It makes it easier to talk to her.
"...Your naming sense is horrible." It made sense, but that was still horrible. Keh, I couldn't even concentrate on the book anymore.
"I don't want to hear that from you." Deadpan and scathing as usual. You'd think she's used to conversations like this. Still, I only mistook her for Akiha once! And Akiha is a beautiful name. A perfect name! It would be too good to waste on her.
"shut up. You don't know what you're talking about. So, what're ya looking for?" I gave up on finding anything out here. Looks like I'll just have to wait until the next thing happens again.
"Nothing of your concern." Cheeky. I don't really care anymore, but I admit I got a bit curious. I guess it's just because I don't get her. By all accounts she's just like any normal girl, but there's something weird about her. That night when I bumped into her, she didn't seem concerned for her life at all.
I checked the aisle we were on. The shelf I was leaning on was the end of the history section, and the shelf across that she was checking was... crafts? Just when I was about to venture a guess, she pulls out a book on knitting.
"Picking up knitting? You must be bored." I'm one to talk, being bored myself.
"I don't knit." Even if she just didn't want to admit it, that was a sad lie.
"What else would you do with that book?"
"Figure out synthesis recipes for making clothes." She looks like she's getting exasperated, but so was I. What kind of explanation is that?
"If you're gonna make the clothes, that's knitting."
"No it's not. What I do is different." She said stubbornly, as she picked up a stack of books I didn't notice until now.
"Then show me." What does she do, really? Looking at those other books, it's not just knitting. I see books on woodworking, herbal medicine, and... bombs?
"I don't have to." She begun to leave. No surprise there, I'm sure she didn't like where the conversation was headed.
"I'm a 'night stalker', remember? I could just follow you around if you don't."
It's my victory; she sighed.
"Fine, then meet me in my house in 2 weeks." We both knew I knew where that was, considering I saw her enter that house the first time we met.
"Alright. My name is Tohno SHIKI, by the way." I didn't get her name the first time.
She just nodded and turned to leave. Though I said that her lack of etiquette was one of her good points, it's one of her annoying points too.
"what's yours?"
"Veola." So it's not that she was trying to keep it a secret, she just doesn't say it unless asked directly. How annoying.
Well then, that's one interesting thing to do until things get hectic again.
