#errybody run

Ooooohhhhhhhh boy--it's a clown. It's a big clown.

Meet Paimon Inomia. I.E.: Giant clown psychopathic bladeslinger.

She is NOT your friend.

This will eventually be reblogged to my trash Homestuck blog.

....what the hell am I doing with my life.

I think I've lost what sanity I had left.

Emery let out a frustrated sigh, running one hand through his hair as he tossed yet another tome aside. He had looked everywhere and asked everyone, yet couldn't seem to find a damn thing about that blasted woman Melinoe. Even the owner of the tea shop she regularly visited had nothing on her. Just who in the hell was she?

With another sigh, he glanced around the library. The lighting had become dim as candles replaced the sun to aid in reading with multiple librarians rushing about to light them and replace the ones that had gotten low. Others went around picking books off of tables and re-shelving them. His own pile seemed to mysteriously disappear, not that he minded. They contained nothing he needed; none of these books seemed to.

Reno [OOC]: We're gunna need a new town