Library Shenanigans (Rhia)

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Kvothe Von Biermann faced the challenged he fought against since he was old enough to read. His arm reached above his head to try once again only to fail. The young demigod had to face facts and facts were that he just was to short to reach the item of his desire. That feeling of greed took to him like a child in a candy store. He needed to have that book at all cost, but it was clearly placed to high for a eleven year old red head like Kvothe was. Kvothe's mind raced with possible solutions. The first solution that came to his mind was to climb the book shelf to get the book, but the last time he did that the librarian threaten to throw him out and rip up his library card. The book was his current most desire, but their was no need to eliminate more possibilities for the short term gain of one book.

Kvothe's face became more frustrated and indifferent as his mind continue to cross out the possibilities. The young magic using demigod could use a spell to levitate himself, but the last time he attempted that he broke a ceiling. Kvothe could always use a spell to make the book come to him. This might seemed to be the best option to most magic users, but Kvothe lacked the finesse to only take one book off the shelf. More then likely, all of the books in the area would come off the shelf and the librarian would defiantly throw him out then. The only other solution he could find was for him to go ask someone to help him get it down, but that led to the possibility of someone else coming over and taking the book before he could get back here with help. That truly would be unacceptable in the young boy's mind. That left only one option left.

Kvothe approach the bookshelf carefully and started to bounce a bit getting his legs loose. The demigod was going to have to attempt to jump off the ground and get it with his physical abilities and not rely on his magic. Kvothe loathed having to rely on physical abilities to get stuff done. If one would ever ask him if magic makes things easier he would always respond 'Magic doesn't make things easier, just gives a person more options for the same problem. I just like the magical options more then the physical ones.' Kvothe jumped up and almost got the black leather bound book. Just a little bit more Kvothe thought and then he caught movement around him and turned to see what it was.

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The days had never been very kind to Rhiannon, it was always the night where she felt at home. After the sun set she felt more alive, awake, and alert. During the day it sometimes felt like she was forcing herself to be awake. Sure most of the time it was her centurion who was forcing her awake, or possibly Josh since she enjoyed spending time with the knuckle head, but they cut into her sleepy day time hours. When she slept too much Josh got into all sorts of trouble, and so she ended up staying awake more. She would never understand how that boy could sleep as little as he did, and still manage to be so hyper all the time. It was very different from her, but she supposed that was good. She would hate to be with anyone like herself. Like Edmund, he was a little like her and she really disliked him, annoying little forge brat that he was.

Josh was no where to be found, it might have been training, which she guessed was a no, or he could be off getting in trouble, more than likely. There was always the prospect he had gotten in trouble, been caught, and was now being punished all while she slept. It would not have surprised her one bit. Rhiannon had a tendency to not sleep until the rest of camp started string to wake up. What time was that again? 5am? Rhiannon had a hard time remembering. She didn't normally stick around to cohorts long enough to look at a clock at that time. There were of course the days she went to sleep early, like 2 or 3 am, and then she would sleep in her barracks and train in the morning. It all depended on when she went to sleep. If nothing else she trained at night, so she wasn't behind at all. Maybe a little in fighting as a team, but she was never very good at that and neither did a lot of people in fourth cohort.

Rhiannon went to try and wake her brain up, the library being the only place she really liked. Inek came with her this time, he had his own mind and enjoyed running around camp a lot, but he still loved spending time with her the best. He also started hanging out more now that Josh was her boyfriend. He seemed to like sitting between the two of them, kinda like a chaperon. It was cute. It didn't take long to get through the line and make it to New Rome, she knew better than to try and bring weapons into the city. After dodging through a street full of people she finally made it to the library, Inek sat on the steps waiting for her.

Stepping into the library was like stepping into a new world, the outside was so noisy and filled with annoying loud people, but here it was quiet. The beautiful silence, since so few people where here. The only sounds were shifting pages, and the gentle thumb when a book was closed, or moved. Rhiannon began to look through a catalog, going through the cards that help book names and indexes. Coming across a rather interesting one she pulled the card out and showed Inek, he nodded before running off. Rhiannon grabbed several more from the just returned pile, books she had been waiting for. People took so long to return things sometimes.

As Rhiannon went to find a comfy chair Inek made his way to the indicated shelf. He had been there plenty of times, and had even picked a book or two out for Rhiannon simply because he thought they would interest her. A step-ladder sat folded up against the wall, Inek grabbed the rope that had been tied to it for him and pulled it to the area he heeded. There was a young boy, who smelled similar to Rhiannon but it was of little concern for the fox. He tugged the ladder next to him and climbed up, the ladder grew to the point Inek needed it to be as he carefully pulled the book off the shelf before running back to Rhiannon. He figured the kid might need the ladder, he'll go back for it in a moment.

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Kvothe stared holes into the book on the shelf as he continue to think about what would be the most effective way to get the book with out breaking any of the rules of the library. The conundrum in front of him was beyond his child intelligence. Kvothe so lost in thought never noticed the white fox until Inek was climbing the ladder up to where the fox pulled the book off the shelf.

Kvothe baffled at the thoughts that entered into his mind after seeing the small dog climb the ladder. Kvothe thought, "]The library had ladders? What a most genius idea! It would give those who are gravitationally challenge, such as himself, the ability to reach books on the higher shelf. This was the most important discover he made in his life since slice bread.” Kvothe then changed his thought pattern from one topic to another to the small fox and where he has seen it before. "Hey isn't that Rhia's familiar Inek? Wow, I know familiars get improved intelligence, but who would have thought that they would gain enough intelligence to be able to use ladders and other tools to get books and maybe other things for their master. Wait, If it is smart enough to pull a specific book about magic off the shelf, then that means it can read and understand the dewy decimal system the library uses to store books. This could mean the familiar's intelligence is close to that of a low intelligence human.” Kvothe delighted in the thought of having some sort of creature to help him out get things done around his hidden magic club house in the woods.

Kvothe then noticed that Inek stole the book he desperately wanted off of the bookshelf. The young magic using demigod panic at the thought that Inek just stole the book he wanted on creating magical objects using magical runes. Kvothe took a step forward as the fox began to run off with the black leather book. The child clumsily tripped over the rolling ladder that Inek brought with him falling down towards the ground. “Wait...that's my...” Kvothe yells while falling on his face with a loud clunk. Kvothe moaned a painful sound as he lifted his head off the stone floor. “I need to start looking out where I panic or I am going to keep getting hurt like this,” Kvothe mumbled to himself.

Kvothe stood up on his feet searching for the small little white fox that ran out with his book. Kvothe mumbled a curse realizing that the small dog was no longer in the area. The young demigod stopped to think of a method to track the book down before Rhia had a chance to check it out. He needed that book to work on his next two big projects in his secret base.

Kvothe took a few more seconds of thought before pulling out a small chain with a diamond shape copper pendulum on one end. "Hopefully, this isn't going to backfire this time and end up stuck to a wall for five hours," the child mumbles to himself as he thought of the chant one time in his head. Clearing his throat and closing his eyes, the young magic user started to do a simple repetitive chant. Kvothe's hands circle the pendent as the chant continue for about a minute.

The spell Kvothe cast was a simple tracking spell. It could find one object or living creature that was in the closest proximity of the caster. It was pointless for finding any one specific object, but if he was looking for the closest small dog it would just do fine. Kvothe felt the energy leaving his body at the end of the spell a minute latter and the pendent leaned one way. "Well, glad that work," Kvothe mumbled to himself before responding to himself, "Of course it work retard. You created the spell."

Kvothe followed the pendulum as closely as possible avoiding walking into the bookshelves and tripping over the air above the floor. The young child managed to catch Inek in his sieght as he reached Rhia. Kvothe let out in a inside voice, "Wait, come back here with my book Inek!" Kvothe's hand started to shake violently as the chain began to wrap around his hand. "Oh no, not again," said Kvothe as his hand shot down and stuck to the ground, "Well this is just great, stuck to more rock for Hecate knows long."

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Rhiannon sat at her desk staring at the problem in front of her, that darn teleportation magic. The book she was about to look at was one she had donated herself quite some times ago, along with the rest of her fathers rather extensive collection of books. He was a book maniac after all, and an ancient tomes especially. These were worth millions of dollars, but she'd never sell them. She had no place to put them after selling the estate either. Might as well put them in the library she was staying at for at least ten years. She still had yet to read them all, between trainings and the sheer number of books he had. She was pretty sure they had to add onto the building in order to put all the books in stock.

Though Rhiannon loved her silence she could not help but not keep still, that book would be useful right about now. She had been able to make runes on a piece of paper work decently well so far, but other media did not seem to take them as well. She wanted something other than paper and pencil to take on the magic, because a smudged rune was no where near effective. Paper and pencil smudged easily, and while pen did seem to stay longer it did not hold magic as well. It leaked and evaporated slowly, possibly from the thin lines. She had given some thought to paint, or calligraphy, but paper did not hold the volume well. It was quite a lot of energy wasted in all these attempts, with many many ways she learned how to not make a rune. She hoped this book would hold some nice new secrets for her.

It wasn't long before Inek rounded a corner, trotting towards her gently holding the old tome in his mouth. Rhiannon smiled warmly at the small fox, one of the few people in the world she loved. One of two to be more specific. She never cared that she loved an animal like it was her child, or brother she wasn't sure. Never had a brother or a child, either way she loved him. He was quiet, and his claws made not a sound on the hard wood floor of the library. Leaning down she kissed him on the head taking the book from him, and after licking the side of her face he was off again. Rhiannon kept her voice down, making sure not to bother the people around. “Inek what's up? Where are you going?”

Inek sat there and quietly recounted a tale to Rhiannon, about a strange small boy that was trying to get a book much higher than he, and how the boy was not using the ladders in the library. He mostly used whimpers and whines, since yips and barks were not allowed indoors. At least not while Rhiannon was around, sometimes he'd bark at people. That was just because they did not understand. Inek wanted to check up on the boy, since he knew Rhiannon would get worried if her didn't return soon. Rhiannon smirked at the little fox and nodded, rather glad she had found one of the most deserted places in the entire library. Sounds did not escape this corner easy, possibly because she started putting up spells for it every time she entered. Sounds in and out where muffled, though yelling would be noticed either way. Safely reasons and all. For now it was a few pieces of paper on separate pieces of furniture making a kind of boundary. Everything was easier with runes.

”If you find him bring him back, lets see if brainstorming will help me any.” Inek nodded as he went off on his quest to find the boy, mostly by retracing his steps. Not many looked strangely on the little fox, because they had seen him roam around plenty of times, here or the few from camp Jupiter had seen him around camp. Not many knew who he belonged to, because Rhiannon was nowhere near as sociable, but plenty of people liked him. Rhiannon had heard about it, mostly from Inek himself, about how he helps in camp and other places. Several times getting medical help for people who were stupid enough to get hurt while off by themselves. Rhiannon was not exempt from that list, not in the least. She was probably at the top of Inek's watch list, and he'd check up on her at least every hour.

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The young magic using demigod stuck to the floor revealed a flustered face as he tried with all his might to pull his hand from the ground. The attempt ended in failure. This process continue till Kvothe's face turned into a red color. The child's breath became fatigued as he continue to try to escape his bindings. “Th...thi...this isn't going to work,” Kvothe said to himself and then retorted back and forth with himself, “Of course not idiot. It didn't work last time why would it work this time. Then what am I suppose to do. I don't know, that is your job to figure out.” Kvothe stop trying to escape with brute force and started to think of a way out of his bindings.

Kvothe Von Bierman's gears turned on maximum capacity as he caught his breath. There had to be at least one method of getting out of this entrapment. Then the idea hit him like a sack of bricks—if he couldn't out strength the magic physically then he would just use another spell to disrupt the magic so he could escape. This proposition was consider extremely dangerous, even by Kvothe's standards of danger. The disruption of the magic could cause an explosion that could sever his hand or send shrapnel through his body. It was the equivalent to picking the right wire on defusing a bomb. Kvothe game himself a 1 to 5 shot of defusing the spell with no ill affects at all, a 2 to 5 shot of defusing the spell with out it exploding, and a 4 to 5 shot of surviving the spell if it did explode.

Kvothe concentrated real hard and found the ancient words he needed to disrupt the magic holding Kvothe to the ground. The familiar words he used so many times for so many other spells flew out of his lips in quiet little whispers as the energy needed gathered around him. The flow of the air became thick as he finished the words he needed to break the chains that held Kvothe down. The young demigod exhaled deeply as the disrupting spell finished. The chain cracked once, then twice, and then it went off like a machine-gun sending shrapnel into Kvothe's legs and left deep cuts across his face that would require stitches. Kvothe let out a shriek of pain as the chain shattered into Kvothe.

Kvothe fell over to the ground and whimpered. He had to react fast or he would die. Kvothe new that he didn't beat the odds with his gamble. Kvothe reached his hand into spell component pouch and pulled out a vial with a purple liquid in it. The child drank the liquid in his vial. It was a potion Kvothe made earlier. It was a small attempted at a modified way of casting a healing spell. His talk with Rhia in the infirmary gave him some ideas to make a healing spell in combat more effective. Casting a spell with a life threatening injury would me more dangerous, then casting an area elemental effect with in a confined space. Kvothe's solution was to preserve the spell in a potion. The potion he made would only last about three days before becoming impotent, but it would make a quick healing more likely to succeed in battle. Kvothe felt his bones on fire as the potion ignited his insides with pain and Kvothe lost conscious as he shriek in pain one last time.

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Inek sat in front of the small child as he talked to himself, his tail flopping on the floor every other sentence or so. He had seen Rhiannon do about the same thing , and several other demigods so it was not unusual for him to see. He mostly just watched, his head tilted to one side. Inek was smart, and understood both English words and Latin ones, there was of course the dewey decimal system that the small creature could understand, but that was not a language. Inek walked over to Kvothe and licked the top of his head, then nibbled slightly at the thing that had wrapped itself around his wrist. It was metal, and he licked his teeth to get the odd feeling and taste off them. He should have know it wasn't going to work, but he felt bad for the child pinned to the floor. He trotted back over to Rhiannon and put his paws on her lap she she would look up from the books she was still engrossed in. "Back already Inek?" she said looking up, then over to where Inek was looking. The boy was pinned to the floor by something. Figures, from what she had seen the little idiot tried to solve everything with magic. "Leave him be, he'll either learn to get out of it or learn to stop using magic so freely." Inek whimpered at her. "Legion pup, he has to learn." she went back to her book, but made sure to keep an eye on the boy.

That was when she noticed him moving again, only his mouth but that was what was important in a spell. She could not lip read, and suddenly she wished she could. Glaring at him she wondered what he was doing and closed her book standing up to move closer. When she left her area of silence she could hear his words, her mind made sense of them. Interesting, use magic to stop magic. Though the possibilities of it working were...not good. Especially with his current control. It was on cue that the metal started to snap, and Rhiannon became immediately annoyed. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot, this was why you don't try to solve everything with magic. Her casting was split second, the single word flowing from her lips with ease from practice and repetitive use. She spun on the ball of her toes, scooping up a questioning Inek just before the metallic popping grew to silence shattering bullet projectiles. Rhiannon was not fond of making the metal pieces bounce off her, but that was the quickest and shortest spell she knew for such an occasion.

The boys shriek of pain echoed through the halls, and it would not be long before someone came to see what happened. More than likely this little idiot got himself banned from the library. After the sound finished Rhiannon placed her terrified white fox down. He wasn't scared of the noise the metal made, he was scared of the noise the boy made. He ran over to him immediately and started whining at Rhiannon, and at the boy. He took a vial from his fanny pack, or whatever you want to call it, and drank it. Rhiannon was never a fan of potions, but whatever floats your boat. Inek barked with worry as people started to gather, Inek running up to someone he recognized from the infirmary and ran between him and the boy on the ground. One final sheik and the boy was out like a light. Rhiannon sighed and rubbed the bridge of her eyes as the person in charge of the library stomped their way over to her and demanded an explanation. "Stupid kid who doesn't know how to use his powers yet, you've seen it plenty of times." she said with a shrug before going to grab her books and notes left in her little corner of the world.

The medic checked over Kvothe, and informed Rhiannon he was going to take the boy to the infirmary. She shrugged, not really caring one way or the other, but Inek tugged on her sock motioning for her to follow. She sighed. That was going to do no good, it's not like the kids life or health mattered to her. He was just an accident waiting to happen, and he was going to die by himself or with a ton of people around. It was about the same with any magic user. At least based on Rhiannon's limited experience. She chose to stick to the woods after all, the nymphs could put out any fires she accidentally started, and her charred remains would make some decent fertilizer.

OOC: Rhia would have left you, I had to make her stay.

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Kvothe's head throbbed as his eyes began to slowly open. After he sat up and look around his surroundings he realize two things. The first thing the young demigod notice was that he was no longer in pain, which should be impossible even considering the healing potion he drank. The second thing he realize is that he was in a completely white room. These two stimuli could mean only one thing; Kvothe was dreaming. The magic user hated dreaming because it would mean he would have to see the person he wanted to see the least.

“You should really work on getting here faster,” came a voice not to much unlike his from behind speaking in German. Kvothe got off the ground and dusted himself off before turning around. The magic using demigod snorted at what he saw. A splitting image of himself. The only exceptions to the appearance were the eyes, hair, and clothing. The clone's hair was a silvery white as what someone might see in their 70's, the eyes were Hazel, and the clothing looked like something you would see a LARPer might wear during a LARP. “You know if you increase the flow of energy by 14.68% you could arrive here at a much more desire rate.”

Kvothe rubbed his his head feeling that a head ache was already coming on. “You know, Voth, I really could go with out our little conversations every time I sleep. Could you know for once not appear in my head. I need to have a dream every once in a while.” Kvothe retorted in German.

The entity called Voth tilted his head and shook it in a fashion that meant no. “I never really understand why you would want to dream. It is such a waste of so much time and mental capability. I also never understand why you would not want to see me, since I am you with some minor altercations. But alas I would inquire about that maybe next time when we don't have such little time to talk about magic and what we did wrong out their today.” Voth Snapped his fingers and a white board appeared out of thin air with German writing on it. “Now lets get to work my dear Kvothe.”

Kvothe really wanted to retort to his alter ego, but he knew it would be pointless. Voth was an entity made out of Kvothe's own mind to help him with magic. Voth was exactly like Kvothe except for three major differences. Voth did not have emotions nor he did not have creativity of Kvothe. The clone however had a perfect memory of everything Kvothe sees. Having a completely neutral party to talk to Kvothe found was quite beneficial. Emotions often clouded Kvothe's judgment why a spell went wrong. This allowed Voth to give Kvothe advice on what to do next time a problem came up or how to improve a spell. Voth was created three years ago when Kvothe tried to cast a spell to summon a magical adviser to help him. Instead of getting a spirit guide, a wise animal, or some other typical helpful lifeform, the demigod got himself in a neutral tone.

Kvothe sighed and went to work with Voth to figure out what exactly went wrong with his last two spells and how he could prevent the terrible circumstances again. Voth would also talk to Kvothe about how his actions could have been considered quite unintelligent with how he just didn't wait to talk to Rhia about borrowing the book after she was done with it. Kvothe would angrily disagree with Voth's opinion at first, but would ventrally agree with him at the end of the session.

Kvothe's eyes flutter awake as he woke up in the infirmary. The child moved his muscles slowly to see which of his body was still injured and found most of the wounds to be tolerable. The healing potion he must have drank work better then he thought. The best part about it was the fact that there were no hallucinations like last time. Kvothe blinked and then saw what looked like a rabbit wearing a purple wizard's hat and robes battling a small dragon. “Crap, I thought too soon. That potion is making me hallucinate like the spell did before hand,” Kvothe said as he rubbed his hand through his hair, “How am I suppose to fix that problem?” Kvothe had yet to pay attention to his surroundings and was unaware of anyone or anything in the room. The potion had closed the wounds and pushed out all of the metal links that where left in his body, but the child had a long way to go for a full recovery.