[it's clear as soon as the feed flips on that the normally impassive and... ahem, stone-faced Zelgadis is Not Happy. Oh his face is still stone all right, but he's doing a terrible job at impassive as he glares into the communicator, which he has yanked off his head.]

Is this supposed to be a joke? [He waves a tightly clenched fist at a stack of thick books, haphazardly stacked beside him. In the background, the entrance to the library -- he's just outside. Zelgadis picks up three of the books, reading their titles aloud:] Seventeen Ways to Water-Proof your Cloak. Trolls: Our Grumpy Buddies. How to -- [damn, he knew this would happen] Prepare Raw Dragon Meat for a Happy Tummy.

[he tosses the books in the air, a wind spell sending them flying high into the air. Zelgadis shoots off a quick fireball which, thanks to healing Sasha earlier, is only a half-dozen feet in diameter instead of several dozen. It does the job though, and the books go up in flame and smoke.]

[And back to glaring at the feed, his fangs glinting in the light of his spell.] Mock me if you will, Acumen, but I will find what I seek.


((OOC: All the tags are love! One caveat though, no matter how pissed he is he would not fire off spells when someone could get hurt, so please no tags with injuries due to his spells unless we talk OOCly o/ ))

[Late in the afternoon, once he's gotten a chance to sit in his room and think over things a bit, Allelujah flicks on his communicator. His hands are still shaking a bit. Hallelujah isn't telling him anything solid, just putting up a wall, so there's only one way Allelujah knows how to question him without straining things horribly.]

Akito? Where are you now? ... And your brothers.