paixaorpg | The Smallest Acts [Active/Open]

Character(s): Belle, open!
Content: Belle busies herself in the library.
Setting: Os Dias Sao a Noite.
Time: Morning, Week 19
Warnings: None.

Belle coughed violently as a shower of dust cascaded down on her. Even with the blue handkerchief she'd covered her head with, the waving auburn tresses of her ponytail were streaked with white. She shook her head quickly to try to displace some of it from her head and shoulders and smiled wryly. Her little feather duster was clearly outmatched!

She carefully climbed down the ladder, giving a disparaging glance at the upper stacks of the library. Had no one looked at those books? How was it so much dust and grime had accumulated when the rest of the city was seemingly immaculate? Nobody cared about these lonely tomes, she supposed. Belle hopped down, a cloud of dust rising from her skirts with the movement. It was a shame...even if the books didn't hold any clues about Paixao, she still considered them invaluable. And this neglect was almost criminal!

Moving towards the center of the library, Belle stepped over several stacks of books she'd taken down and headed towards the gathered empty buckets. Before she started dusting the shelved themselves, she'd filled several buckets of water from the outside pump to use in wiping down the fragile covers and clouded decorations through out the building. Now it was time to fill them up again; she sighed, rubbing her lower back. Hauling buckets of water across the street and up the library stairs was her least favorite task of the day.

But! No use complaining. Smiling with grim determination, Belle tightened her bandanna and picked up a bucket. She headed out the door into the morning sunlight, humming softly to herself.

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Naveen couldn't sit still in one place for long, he had to get out in the city, explore it, have a good time. Unfortunately for Naveen, the inhabitants of the city were just as dull as the were ehn he first arrived here. It made the frog prince long for the liveliness of New Orleans. Now that was a city that knew how to have a good time. But here? It was dull, monotonous.

So, Naveen found himself sitting on the window sill of a building this morning, looking in to see what was in there. It seemed to be a library, that didn't really strike Naveen's interest. But before he hopped down from the windowsill, he saw the beautiful young woman cleaning up the place. Was this library hers?

When he saw her leaving the building he called out to her, "Good morning. Getting your library ready for business today?"

'Keep them from moving on.' It was all well and good for him to say that, but it was quite another to actually be one of the few assigned to the task. Oh, he'd done his best, as he always had but every good plan had a flaw. This one had several, not the least of which were the Keybearer and the former Assassin - the latter of which of had yet to be properly apprehended, even after all this time.

He was, however, a firm believer that every problem had an answer. Even one's such as these. It might take him a little while longer to come up with a suitable answer, but he had both time and patience. No one would stop to pay any attention to what seemed to be another of the almost ubiquitous natives of the place wandering through the streets. (How blind people were, to not see what was truly there). Really, he was almost surprised he hadn't come up with the idea sooner. It would make keeping track of things a good deal easier.

In fact, he was so wrapped up in both his thoughts and the confidence that no one would see him under the carefully crafted illusion that he almost didn't notice that he'd ended up very nearly at the library. As a matter of fact, he'd arrived just in time to see Belle heading out. And that was well worth a moment away from his thoughts. It might even prove useful, in the long run. Of course, he couldn't precisely approach her like this, but it was the work of a moment to duck out of sight and adjust his illusion into the more familiar one of 'Ian' before stepping out into view.

"Would you care for a hand?"

Belle almost dropped her bucket at the sound of a voice she didn't recognize. She turned towards where she thought it must be coming from...but nobody was there. Blinking a few times, she glanced around in confusion before her gaze went back to the window...and the frog sitting there.

"O-oh..." she murmured softly, one hand moving towards her chin. A talking frog, perhaps? Like in so many of the fairy tales she read! And here in Paixao, was it really a surprise if an animal spoke? She stepped a bit closer, smiling apologetically. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was...you who spoke." She glanced up at the building with affection. "This isn't my library. I just decided to make things a little more neat."

She cut off as a more familiar voice cut through her thoughts. "Ian!" she called happily, turning. "It's good to see you." She chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes. "I should have known I'd find you here again someday."

She said that she would come over to the library and come Dahlia did. Normally, she would not waste her time looking at cringeworthy fairy tales about falling in love and living happily ever after - not when she was trying to find a way out of the city. However, Belle did present the small possibility that there could be information - information on how to escape.

And Dahlia knew that she had to escape. Maya had probably left the temple ages ago and Dahlia herself had little time left before she left her host's body.....although deep down, she was beginning to wonder if she was really trapped inside somebody's body (a medium could not host a spirit for that long, could it?).

Regardless of that, she swore to leave the city and track down Maya Fey in whatever way was possible. And that was why she was here.

The moment she approached the building, Dahlia saw two people talking. She instantly recognised Belle from the journals. The man talking to her she did not know who he was. She did not spot Naveen yet.

And so, she decided to approach the two and say hello. No harm in making a few 'friends' here - especially if some of them had more information about Paixao.

The fairy tale comparison was rather spot on, Naveen being a prince and all. "Understandable, not many people would expect an animal to talk," he replied, at least she hadn't freaked out and crushed him with a book. He glanced back into the library, "Well I'm sure the owners appreciate the help..." Even though, to Naveen, the library didn't seem to have an owner.

Dahilia may not have spotted Naveen yet, but he spotted her when she approached. "Hello there"
Yet another pretty girl who didn't like the natives here, maybe Paixao wasn't as bad as Naveen though.

Not many would, but Zexion was one of the few who were at least familiar with the concept, although he wasn't expecting it by a long shot. A conversation was a conversation, and if Dahlia got more of a nod then Naveen then surely it was only because he wasn't sure of the standard operating procedures for when one was speaking to a frog.

That and the fact that he'd technically arrived at about the same time, if one looked at it the right way.

"I will admit to a certain fondness for the place."

After all, it was only fitting, for a self-professed scholar.

Belle smiled at Naveen, happy at the thought that someone would appreciate her hard work. At Dahlia's approach, she turned with a curious lift of her eyebrows. "Oh, hello..." She blinked a few times, taking in the girl's pink and feminine appearance. "Oh! Are you Jessica, by any chance?"

She glanced at the other two, a bright smile making her eyes dance. "We've spoken over the journals!" Turning back to the other girl, Belle shifted the bucket in her hands. "What brings you to the library?"

"Oh, um...yes", Dahlia replied to Belle, looking nervous. She then walked up to them. "It's very nice to meet you at last. I hope I'm not interrupting anything".

It was then that she began to notice Naveen. It was rather odd that Belle and her friend did not appear to be bothered by it. Oh, well. If it proved to be a nuisance then she could complain. As Jessica, of course. Or she could squash it later.

And then the frog opened its mouth. And spoke.

Dahlia gave out a cry in shock. A talking frog? She did not just seriously see that, did she?

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