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bestforgotten (bestforgotten) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Her excitement over the year seemed strange, but her declaration of her time being two hundred years ahead of him were a surprise, and he found himself in a state of disbelief. The new enthusiasm when she shook his hand was interesting, even though she still seemed a touch stiff, but it was nice to feel welcome. “Two hundred years?” He asked as he thought back on what she had said earlier; the explanation of being outside of time made sense if what she said was true.

After looking to see if he also had a map he looked at the book again, and the way that she spoke of the box made him wonder if perhaps it was useless- save for the bottle of water. The lack of weapons made him unhappy, but it seemed that no one else had them- no one else. There were others…

At her gentle (but silent) questioning he nodded, agreeing to go in the direction of the library on her map; they could converse as they walked, because again she said something that prompted yet more questions. “This book?” he inquired as he raised the one he held. “If I write in this others can read it? How- are you certain that it is people who answer it?” The very idea sounded like witchcraft if it was true. Never had he heard of such a device- clever as it might be if it worked, but the question was where the power behind it originated. The Holy Order had never spoken of such things, so if they had existed then he would have known of it. Until he knew more of the power behind it he doubted that it would be something he would use, and he pocketed it quietly.

“Tell me of these others who are here,” he said, wondering if this was a farce or an imagining, or if there might be names familiar to him. “Does no one know what power has brought us here, or what controls the books, who takes people’s belongings?”