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Sign language is something I was once proficient in. I once had a friend who could not hear, so I endeavored to learn." He said as he made hand signs, spoke words of power, and a floating disk appeared. He'd than take the books and place them on the disk. "It is no trouble for me to learn and use a form of communication that allows your voice rest. Though it will be sometime yet before I am able to fully communicate once more." "As for speaking with animals, I do know of various spells that can allow one to do so for various lengths of time. One such spell, Commune with Nature, allows one to understand the world around them as some elves do. Though something simple should suffice. Shall I fetch you some coffee or tea on my return?" He knew where the kitchen was, and had utilized it a few times himself. Speaking of he would have to ask whoever did the stocking if they could pop around to his world. There was a particular blend of tea he was starting to miss. If the supplier still existed that was, and if the plant that it came from was not extinct.

She smiles and she says softly; "Tea, if he's inclined. Chamomile." With that she says then says softly; "Take your time. Explore. Read. Don't hurry on my account." With that, she goes back to her work.

He would give both a smile until they were gone and he sighed before looking up at the ceiling. His shoulders lowered, and his posture was less formal. "I am truly sorry for earlier, Grand Library. I understand if I must prove myself trustworthy to you, and so I will say now that, at some time, I must play my part and be the villian. I...do not know if you have my history or have read it, and so, when i understand you better, I shall seek that knowledge out. So that you may understand why I have to play the villian to Ms. Ava. Though I promise no physical harm shall come to her, and the time comes for the confrontation of the hero and villian I shall gracefully take my bow and leave." ------------------------------------------ He would give her a smile and sit. He raised his hands and signed, 'Good to see you'. He was still slow, but his study with sign language was showing. The ones he already could remember he was faster with, and did not take as long as he had a few days ago. Now he could have basic conversations, and convey simple wants and needs. But he still spoke more often, and sometimes had forgotten that Ava couldn't hear him. Today he had a history book titled, 'The History of The Hero and His Holy War', and he seemed happy he had found it. "Is there anything that I could help you with, Ms. Ava? I believe i understand the system in which our friend is organized that i could help put things away."

The Library inclines its shelves down to the man and it observes him in its own way. A single book drops and onto the floor before him, text sprawling with a magical flare on its pages; 'That is unwise. You think you know this girl... you do not. You will though... and you will realize being a villain in the end... it doesn't matter to her. None of it does. Good luck, little villain. You will need it.' The book snaps closed and the Library goes silent.

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Present time...

Ava observes him with amusement almost and she gestures for him to sit. She smiles to herself and she speaks verbally; "I thank you for taking the time to learn Sign Language... but I can lipread, if that makes it more comfortable. I'm fine speaking like this... but my voice might be a bit hard on your ears. For that, I will apologize." With that she turns to his request. "Hmm..." She looks to a stack of books nearby. "The Science Wing... if you can take these and put them in alphabetical order, I'd appreciate it." She stands up slowly and moves to shift them over to him.

"It is no trouble for me to learn and use a form of communication that allows your voice rest. Though it will be sometime yet before I am able to fully communicate once more."

He chuckled a bit. Based on what he understood she suggested she was a mere librarian. He knew better than that. Especially as they passed the vast wings that seemed to contain much knowledge. As they walked thoguh Ardernos would stop briefly at the history section. His mind raced with a million questions, and yet he had to stop himself from tearing through the section to look for his own history. He had to stop himself from asking the librarian about anything regarding his home. He doubted one measley realm, especially one as common as his own, would take up much space here. Or even grab her attention. He would quickly rejoin her before she got too far. Upon seeing the small reading nook he smiled. It was perfect. Than he noticed her signing again. Something about staying here, a quarters, and a schedule and meals. He really would need to study up on sign language. "The offer is appreciated, Ms. Ava. You may call me Ardernos. I have no sir name to give I'm afraid. And if you insist that I join you than the least I can do is help prepare them, or even do it myself from time to time. While I am by no means a world class chef I do know a decent amount about cooking." And the library should have plenty of cook books that he could reference. "Though I should learn how the friend we reside in is organized before I simply begin taking books off the shelves."

Seeing his confusion, she smiles softly and she continues verbally; "Then my table is open to you, Ardernos." She watches him for a moment before an amused smile appears and she then turns on her heel and starts to walk away. For now, she'll leave him to his studies, however...

Poseidon... is remaining. The Mishipeshu's eyes remain fixed on Ardernos for a long moment, narrowing into slits before slowly and carefully he turns to follow Ava.

He's watching you Ardernos. He will be for some time... is the impression Ardernos would get from that.

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A few days later, Ava can be found at her Mahogany desk, papers and scrolls piled as she works on some things that had just come in. Seeing something out of the corner of her eye, she flicks her gaze up and upon seeing who it is, she offers an amused look as she sets down her quill and gestures to the large ornate red chair beside her desk.

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He would give her a smile and sit. He raised his hands and signed, 'Good to see you'. He was still slow, but his study with sign language was showing. The ones he already could remember he was faster with, and did not take as long as he had a few days ago. Now he could have basic conversations, and convey simple wants and needs. But he still spoke more often, and sometimes had forgotten that Ava couldn't hear him.

She couldn't hear? He was use to such people. He even knew someone once who could not hear. He knew some sign language. Enough to pick up on context clues, and have a basic conversation. He would sign, 'Fine', back to her. It was clumsy and he had to think about how to do it, but he was able to do it. He was happy that he hadn't forgotten everything in regards to it. Even if the recall was troublesome. "Apologies. That is the best that I could do, though you seem capable of reading lips. So, if you do not mind, I believe i shall stick to verbal communication. You, of course, may converse with me in whatever manner you deem fit." He wasn't about to demand that she not use sign language, or that she stick to speaking. That would be rude. Besides, he was going for the affluent villian who hides his villany behind kindness. It did put him closer to his true personality, and he could play off inconsistencies in his persona this way. "Though i would like to spend considerable time here. As a man who seeks knowledge where he can this place would be a remarkable and wonderous thing to explore! A simple reading nook and a place to rest is all i ask for. Through magical means i can provide myself with sustenance." By that he meant he could use mana to make bland and tasteless cubes that had the nutrients of a proper meal, and would fill him.

She pauses and blinks slowly, her gaze moving to the side as she contemplates his request. Finally, softly, she sighs and signs then; 'Very well. As long as you put everything back where you find it and don't disrupt my filing system I don't mind. The Library is a place for knowledge to be shared in the end. I am merely its Librarian.' With that, she turns and gestures for him to follow.

He's led through long wings and hallways from War, Agriculture, History, to others, they pass the Rotunda where her mahogany desk lies at the corner near some shelves, leaving a wide open room the middle. Poseidon follows her closely, glancing back on occasion to the man behind them.

Eventually he's led to her personal wing where her favorite books and items she's collected rely. From romance to science to preserved pieces of dying stars and or small butterflies preserved in a frame... this place speaks of her as a person. It appears to be what you would find in a normal Library in some modern city. A couch lies nearby with some blankets and pillows.

She turns and gestures to said couch. 'You can stay here.' She signs. 'If you require a more personal quarters, the Library can arrange it.' She hums. 'You say you don't require food or sustenance, however, if you feel inclined, I have a schedule of sorts. You're free to join me for meals.' She smiles wistfully and then turns on her heel and starts to walk past him, but pauses a moment before she signs a single name;

As they walked thoguh Ardernos would stop briefly at the history section. His mind raced with a million questions, and yet he had to stop himself from tearing through the section to look for his own history. He had to stop himself from asking the librarian about anything regarding his home. He doubted one measley realm, especially one as common as his own, would take up much space here. Or even grab her attention.

He would quickly rejoin her before she got too far. Upon seeing the small reading nook he smiled. It was perfect. Than he noticed her signing again. Something about staying here, a quarters, and a schedule and meals. He really would need to study up on sign language.

"The offer is appreciated, Ms. Ava. You may call me Ardernos. I have no sir name to give I'm afraid. And if you insist that I join you than the least I can do is help prepare them, or even do it myself from time to time. While I am by no means a world class chef I do know a decent amount about cooking." And the library should have plenty of cook books that he could reference.

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He would move his feet in a very particular, and obviously practiced, way that would allow him to spin on the spot on a fluid motion and than he put his arm over his torso and bowed to her. "The keep of this grand place I presume. It is nice to make your acquaintance." He would than raise up with a sly, but very much forced, smile on his face. "You must extraordinarily powerful to have the loyalty of a spirit creature, and to be bound to not only a powerful place. Especially with it being alive if my hunch is correct." His posture was stiff as he stood there. He was trying to projecting confidence, but his heart was not entirely up to the charade he was putting on now. Mainly because he had been holding it for several years, and he just wanted to hang up the villian act for some time. Alas he had found himself in the presence of another so he had little choice but to keep it going.

She recognized the forced smile, but she didn't know this man truly so who was to say what that emotion truly meant? She only remained where she was and tilted her head ever so slightly. Finally, she raises a single finger to her ears and then she shakes her head.

She cannot hear him.

However... her eyes track his lips and she then speaks verbally, but it is strained and hoarse; "You are correct. The Library is alive." She looks to Poseidon who looks back at her and then slowly moves to stand in front of her, deposting the book in her hands. She seems... pensive. Sad, almost.

He would sign, 'Fine', back to her. It was clumsy and he had to think about how to do it, but he was able to do it. He was happy that he hadn't forgotten everything in regards to it. Even if the recall was troublesome.

"Apologies. That is the best that I could do, though you seem capable of reading lips. So, if you do not mind, I believe i shall stick to verbal communication. You, of course, may converse with me in whatever manner you deem fit." He wasn't about to demand that she not use sign language, or that she stick to speaking. That would be rude. Besides, he was going for the affluent villian who hides his villany behind kindness. It did put him closer to his true personality, and he could play off inconsistencies in his persona this way.

He was thankful to see the creature slowly approach, though how he was to share anything he wasn't sure. Under normal circumstances he would sit down, and write the material himself. This, however, was not normal circumstances. He was about to reach out when he heard footsteps. With a soft sigh turn turn his head a bit, though not enough to look directly at her. "One moment." He'd place a hand on the creature's head with a variety of spells in mind, though he would speak in a soft tone unaware that the woman behind him couldn't hear him. Though in case he didn't need to touch the creature he did pull out a book from within the pocket space that his cloak held. "Apologies. The facade you saw will be getting put back into place." He whispered to the creature and hoped the, what he assumed to be, library could hear him.

The creature chuffs loudly, absorbing the information and then, carefully, making sure he was giving the book or not, the creature takes the book in its jaws and moves away, heading for the woman and moving to slowly curl around the back of her and then up along her side, one hand of hers coming to rest on his head.

"The keep of this grand place I presume. It is nice to make your acquaintance." He would than raise up with a sly, but very much forced, smile on his face.

"You must extraordinarily powerful to have the loyalty of a spirit creature, and to be bound to not only a powerful place. Especially with it being alive if my hunch is correct."

His posture was stiff as he stood there. He was trying to projecting confidence, but his heart was not entirely up to the charade he was putting on now. Mainly because he had been holding it for several years, and he just wanted to hang up the villian act for some time.

He would put his arms up to block most of the books after another one had hit him, and than he heard the low growl. Slowly he turned to see a creature he had no knowledge of. He had defensive spells he could activate quickly. They'd be weak and likely only save him from a single strike so it would be more to buy him time. And while he did not know this creature a growl was the universal sign of agitation. If this was more than a magical creature than he would need to be incredibly cautious. Though if there were no people around than he could drop his villainous act. After all, it was him, this grand place, and either the master of this place or it's guardian. But this creature wasn't humanoid. When far from others, or in the presence of non-human entities, he felt more comfortable letting the mask down for brief moments. "My sincerest apologies for my intrusion into this place, and my rude behavior in attempting to bind this place to myself. I should have been more patient upon arriving here. If it would please the both of you, and smooth over potential hostilities, I can offer one of many a variety of magical artifacts. Some from myths and legends, some more mundane, and some of my own creation. I could even create a tome of my spells complete with detailed instructions on how to learn each. Or a beastiary on the various kinds of creatures I have studied through my travels." This was a rare moment where he is being sincere. He was certain that this creature, and this place, were likely very powerful and could either expel him at any moment or kill him. So that fact that he still stood here

The low deep growling continues for a bit longer, eyes like pale suns observing him and his intent until, finally, the growling ceases but the rigid behavior remains. If this man is offering knowledge as tribute to the Library, he's not gonna say no to collecting it.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he moves forward until he's within touching range of this stranger and then, he waits.

From the hallway behind him then appears the Librarian; a woman of short stature, pale milky features, dress, light blonde hair in a ribbon, petite in appearance, black boots with a slight heel clacking against the flooring, she stops and jolts upon seeing this person.

Eyes like a wintry sky stop and observe him closely, then flick to the Mishipeshu and then to the Library itself which inclines its shelves down a bit and then back to the man. She says nothing. Does nothing. Just observes.

"One moment." He'd place a hand on the creature's head with a variety of spells in mind, though he would speak in a soft tone unaware that the woman behind him couldn't hear him. Though in case he didn't need to touch the creature he did pull out a book from within the pocket space that his cloak held.

"Apologies for my...disrepectful approach. I could sense your power, but did not comprehend your true nature." He would give a respectful bow to a shelf in hopes this would appease the magical place.

"If you have a master, or some equivalent, than I ask that you allow me to meet them and give a proper greeting. If no such person exists than I ask that you consider me as a potential candidate."

Ardernos was use to putting on an act to sway others, though he never could tell if his ploy would ever work or not. It was always a gamble on his part.

On top of that, while this man doesn't realize it... this entity has no master. It chooses who it responds too and this person is not here right now.

... but her familiar is.

There's a low growl that only a big feline could make and then a creature of azure scales, large, the size of a tiger, aquatic features, and pale yellow eyes narrowed into slits watching him, his lips drawing up in a snarl; the Guardian of the Library has arrived.

Though if there were no people around than he could drop his villainous act. After all, it was him, this grand place, and either the master of this place or it's guardian. But this creature wasn't humanoid. When far from others, or in the presence of non-human entities, he felt more comfortable letting the mask down for brief moments.

"My sincerest apologies for my intrusion into this place, and my rude behavior in attempting to bind this place to myself. I should have been more patient upon arriving here. If it would please the both of you, and smooth over potential hostilities, I can offer one of many a variety of magical artifacts. Some from myths and legends, some more mundane, and some of my own creation. I could even create a tome of my spells complete with detailed instructions on how to learn each. Or a beastiary on the various kinds of creatures I have studied through my travels."