Closed Books and racism[thomas cosa]

[Osd]

61th of winter 513 Osd took a deep breath as he walked through the library, checking the shelves for the book he needed. A dictionary of nader-canoch to common. Silverheart had told him it existed and that he would need to know nader-canoch to be able to use the library. But that bloody golem that should be helping him just ignored him. Wasn't just him either, but everybody with a heartbeat that he ignored. 'I swear, if I get my hands on the animator that told the golem's to do that. I'm going to stuff him in the lava lake.' He thought darkly as he came to the end of the shelf. Once again coming up with nothing. He took a look to the shelves he still had to go through to hopefully find the book. His mood darkening further with the vast amount of books and shelves that there still were. 'Forget the lava lake, I'm going to ask elsa to open a portal and shove him through there bit by bit.' He started from the begining of the next shelf. 'Would be a lot easier if I could even read what the titles of the books were. it's all in that nader canoch language.' He was just looking at the first few pages in the hopes that there were words in common in it. because he really doubted sahova would be nice enough to print a title in common on their dictionary, it seemingly did everything it could to keep people who weren't both nuits or fluent already in nader canoch out of the library. It really slowed down the entire search for the book.

[Thomas Cosa]

Thomas hummed quietly to himself as he leisurely browsed the ancient library. His stretched out fully, he managed to barely touch each aisle with the tips of his outstretched fingers, rubbing gently against the dust covered books of an idealized past. He had come originally for a book or two on auristics, specifically something explaining overgiving in great detail, and hopefully a chapter on more detailed techniques.

And while he had started in the right section, the pulser mage was no where near where he started anymore. Enticed by the promising titles of varying books, he'd begun to travel from one section to another, slowly losing himself in the magic titles, the unknown dusty secrets of a time long forgotten.

And then he heard yelling, and he was unwillingly pulled back into the present.

"Osd?"

[Osd]

Osd muttered a few more explitives under his breath as another shelf didn't have the information he wanted. When somebody called his name he looked up from the shelf. Putting away the thoughts of what horrors he was going to inflict on the animator who made the library golems, at the moment locking it in a coffin filled with hungry rats seemed like good payback for what he was putting every pulser in the citadel through. though he did wonder if rats ate the rotting flesh of a nuit. "Yeah, that's me." He spoke up and looked at the man who had said his name. It took him a few moments before he managed to put a name to the familiar face. The animator he gave a piece of his mind when he came to him in the forge without having planned out a damn thing. "You're thomas cosa right? have you seen a nader-canoch to common dictionary around here? been looking for it for a good part of the day." The fact he was still looking in the shelves, under the wrong section of the library to boot. Gave thomas a good idea why he needed it and how successful the search had been.

[Thomas Cosa]

Thomas grimaced slightly, more than a little annoyed to find the pompous blacksmith in his library. Or the Citadel's, whatever. Still, he had to remember he was unfortunately dealing with Silverheart's apprentice, and despite his overwhelming urge to ignore the magesmith, it wouldn't win him as many favors as at least pretending to help would; and besides, it wouldn't kill him to at least pretend humility and kindness were inherent values of his, at least for the day.

Or a bell or two, should it become too difficult.

"Well, for one, you're in the wrong section...you silly goose," He smiled painfully, damning himself and his pathetic attempt at comradery. Had it really been so long since he'd tried to be friendly with someone? Avalis, guide him before he made himself the fool of this interaction. He walked up to the aisle, pulling a book aside, "See?" he asked, pointing to the ancient writing on the spine, "Zapotl. It means malediction; you're looking at a completely different magic. No wonder you seem so lost," he flashed another smile, more sincere, or so Thomas thought.

"And I'm fairly certain there aren't any dictionaries in this library, although, it is very large, isn't it?" Thomas asked, more of an observation than a question -- truth be told, a dictionary providing a way to check his reading against the common language would be immensely useful, he might even be able to update Stranger's programming to work as a translator, at least, on some level. "Who told you about one? Did they mention the aisle?

[Osd]

“I am? Petch.” He cursed as he put the book he had been holding back onto the shelf where he had taken it from. Osd honestly didn't seem to bothered by being called a silly goose. He had gotten worse insults, sillier ones as well. Though the way he was smiling didn't really look to healthy. Almost as if he strained a muscle. “Well, not really that suprising I guess. I can't read a lot of that nader-canoch language yet.” Admitting you couldn't do something was always better then claiming that you could while you couldn't. Especially if you were so incompetent you managed to end up in a completely different section of the library, without even knowing you were. The fact he didn't know what malediction was though, that was something he didn't have to know. He shelved the word into the back of his mind though. It was the name of a discipline of magic, something he should do some research on later. “I know there is one though. Silverheart told me there was one. He even used it a few times with our lessons on it.” The smiles of the man didn't become even a hint closer to being sincere. But this was sahova, a sincere smile was rarer then diamonds in shyke in this place. If he offered his help then he wasn't going to push it away. “It was pretty big. About this thick. Also had a few sections on grammar in it.” He measured out the height with his hands. “He didn't say which aisle specificly. He did tell me it was in the section with the language books. But since I can't read.” he shrugged. “I know it isn't in any of those though.” He gestured towards a few other sections. “Already searched them. Not a hint of a common word in those books." He knew why, all those petching nuits. They didn't like the pulsers, they wanted to limit them by preseting all the knowledge in a dead language only a few of them spoke. Limited them even more by making their golems unresponsive. But if they thought something like that could deter Osd then they thought wrong. He was more stubborn then a bulldog that had a grip on the opponents neck.