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[April 28] [Suikoden III] Chat in the Used Book Shop
Title: Chat in the Used Book Shop
Day/Theme: April 28, 2010 "Does anybody know what we are living for?"
Series: Suikoden III (bridge burning story)
Character/Pairing: Dios, Nash
Rating: G
Author's comment: Yes, the used book store and its owner are a nod to some old writing of mine. :)
"Let's not talk here," Nash took his arm and pulled him reluctantly up the stairs into the used bookstore. "You can only spend so much time talking in an alley before you start to look crazy or criminal. Pick up a book and make like you're looking for something and his place will make better cover.
Dios yanked his arm out of Nash's grasp. "Doesn't the owner take offense to you bringing a bird into the shop?" He frowned as he scanned the shelves packed just short of bursting and the stacks upon stacks of volumes crowding the floor. Despite his annoyance and concerns, he reached down and picked up an attractive-enough volume. The edges of the pages glittered with mock-gilt paint. The Three Istoria Sisters. He had chosen without thinking, but it felt like a sign. This was actually a book Sasarai liked very much, a fictionalized tale of the past. But was it a good sign because Sasarai liked it, or was it a bad sign because the Istoria family meant their gradual and unfortunate end?
"As long as Junior lies low, he won't notice," Nash assured him, choosing his own token tome. He had chosen as haphazardly as Dios, reaching for whatever was at hand. He didn't look to see what he had, but Dios noted it was a local atlas, faded and probably outdated. "So, the thing I heard," he picked up the loose thread of conversation again, moving along the aisle, "...It's a little sketchy, but in the Northeast, near White Crest, a little island called "Viela" put itself under quarantine." He ran his index finger over the spines of the books as he walked, leaving a distinct trail through the fine layer of dust that settled swiftly enough on every item in the place.
The owner of the shop, a small man with dark hair and glasses, poked his head around the corner, pulling himself away from sorting and shelving long enough to look at his two potential customers. Dios hoped he hadn't heard Nash well enough to recognize all the details of his topic. It was an ill thing to be speaking of, here or anywhere, and due to the distance of Viela, slightly suspicious.
"Pardon me for being a bit slow on the uptake, my friend, but what exactly do you think that has to do with Sasarai?" He spoke in a hushed tone, a library voice, to dissuade the used book seller from accidentally listening in. It was seeming like, "Where is Sasarai?" was becoming as unanswerable a question as, "What is life's meaning?"
"If- well, since, he's not here, I think he's there. Near Viela." Nash's narrow eyes took on that shining quality that made him look more charming than his increasing age should allow. "You know the way our bishop is. He wants to see things done himself. And if he can help people too, you know that's right up his alley. I'd almost want to wager that he personally convinced the Vielans to lay down the quarantine order."
Day/Theme: April 28, 2010 "Does anybody know what we are living for?"
Series: Suikoden III (bridge burning story)
Character/Pairing: Dios, Nash
Rating: G
Author's comment: Yes, the used book store and its owner are a nod to some old writing of mine. :)
"Let's not talk here," Nash took his arm and pulled him reluctantly up the stairs into the used bookstore. "You can only spend so much time talking in an alley before you start to look crazy or criminal. Pick up a book and make like you're looking for something and his place will make better cover.
Dios yanked his arm out of Nash's grasp. "Doesn't the owner take offense to you bringing a bird into the shop?" He frowned as he scanned the shelves packed just short of bursting and the stacks upon stacks of volumes crowding the floor. Despite his annoyance and concerns, he reached down and picked up an attractive-enough volume. The edges of the pages glittered with mock-gilt paint. The Three Istoria Sisters. He had chosen without thinking, but it felt like a sign. This was actually a book Sasarai liked very much, a fictionalized tale of the past. But was it a good sign because Sasarai liked it, or was it a bad sign because the Istoria family meant their gradual and unfortunate end?
"As long as Junior lies low, he won't notice," Nash assured him, choosing his own token tome. He had chosen as haphazardly as Dios, reaching for whatever was at hand. He didn't look to see what he had, but Dios noted it was a local atlas, faded and probably outdated. "So, the thing I heard," he picked up the loose thread of conversation again, moving along the aisle, "...It's a little sketchy, but in the Northeast, near White Crest, a little island called "Viela" put itself under quarantine." He ran his index finger over the spines of the books as he walked, leaving a distinct trail through the fine layer of dust that settled swiftly enough on every item in the place.
The owner of the shop, a small man with dark hair and glasses, poked his head around the corner, pulling himself away from sorting and shelving long enough to look at his two potential customers. Dios hoped he hadn't heard Nash well enough to recognize all the details of his topic. It was an ill thing to be speaking of, here or anywhere, and due to the distance of Viela, slightly suspicious.
"Pardon me for being a bit slow on the uptake, my friend, but what exactly do you think that has to do with Sasarai?" He spoke in a hushed tone, a library voice, to dissuade the used book seller from accidentally listening in. It was seeming like, "Where is Sasarai?" was becoming as unanswerable a question as, "What is life's meaning?"
"If- well, since, he's not here, I think he's there. Near Viela." Nash's narrow eyes took on that shining quality that made him look more charming than his increasing age should allow. "You know the way our bishop is. He wants to see things done himself. And if he can help people too, you know that's right up his alley. I'd almost want to wager that he personally convinced the Vielans to lay down the quarantine order."