At that point, the Persian had screamed her throat dry and had
passed out from the pain. At the base of her tail, where her tail
hung limply, was a bruise.
She had no words for Watt in her unconscious state.
Napoleon sighed, guess he didn't really have any other choice, well
at least none that he could think of. The frown on the mienfoos
face did not go unnoticed by the druddigon "how about ripping out
some paper on a book you no longer need…like an atlas perhaps, you
don't seem to need to know how to get to places outside the
mansion." He checked the books and wondered if for some reason they
left a bit of paper hanging out.
"That is a viable idea, sir." And, though there was hesitation
in his movements, Yang briskly walked to the geography section. He
began to search for the oldest and most faded atlus that they
had.
Once he was satisfied with his choice (though his heart was
mourning for the aged knowledge that would soon come to ruin), he
carefully opened the near-ancient tome. The pages were not simply
yellow with age, but starting to curl in the corners, and had an
awful musty smell. For where there was no dust in the library (the
Mienfoo had seen to it personally), there was an inevitability with
mositure in the very air they breathed in and out.
Using extreme caution, Yang began to tear the publication page out
from the front of the book. One side faced the title page, and the
other the back of the paper-front-cover. It was mostly blank, as
copyright pages are, and the ink itself minutely legible.
"It is better this way," he murmured more to himself than to the
esteemed Druddigon guest.
Well hopefully the mienfoo isn't going to be extremely torn apart
from ripping apart an old useless, at least to them, book. Now
where did he say the charcoal was? The storage room, right…where
was that again? "Hey, do you know where the storage room is?"
Having to ask that question embarrassed him a bit.
"Why of course. It is near the servants' quarters though, so I
shall retrieve it for you, sir." With a quick bow, he headed off to
do just that, leaving the library and slipping into one of the
servants' paths (they were kept secret, naturally) and continued on
his way.
He returned in about a quarter of the hour. Finding a large enough
piece of quality charcoal took a fair amount of time. There would
be no half-way measures here, no sir! Offering the piece to
Napoleon, he attempted a smile. "The charcoal, sir."
"Thank you" he said wondering why it took so long to get a piece.
He had gotten bored enough to start reading one of the books, which
he then put back to where he found it…at least near where he found
it. He took the tablet and placed it on a flat surface…now what? He
didn't really think this trough, since he never really darkened
anything before.
"Hey Cell, do you think he's really going to try?"
He said shortly after he saw the Rotom leave. Kya was
thinking of a more elaborate plan than just going there and pulling
the persian up. How was he supposed to do it anyway? A normal
persian could be around two or three times his size..
The Umbreon stopped cutting the bedsheets and went towards the door
Yang watched the Druddigon for but a moment, and then returned
to his own task. The books wouldn't very well re-shelve and
organize themselves, after all. After putting back the book that
Napoleon had taken out, he went on to do the rest. He did not take
note of the hesitation of the guest.
"Guess so. That guy doesn't really think far ahead, yanno. Like
real people." Cell was about to tie another knot when he saw
K-something move. "Hey, where you going? S'not like you can stop
him K."
Kya was about to leave the room and follow Watt, but the
Lucario was right. "Yeah, probably useless" he said hesitating.
The Umbreon went back towards the place the other bed sheets were
in and kept cutting them. "How long do you think this will have to be?" After several
minutes of cutting, he was getting really bored
He looked at the tablet for a good thirty seconds before sighing,
this wasn't going to get him anywhere. He started to check the
books, maybe one of them had the information he needed. He checked
them one by one hoping that maybe he could find the information
that he needed, he was a bit to...embarrassed? prideful? well for
whatever the reason, he didn't want to ask the mienfoo on how to do
said darkening.
"What, it's not like he can do any real damage." Cell
smirked just for a few seconds before turning his attention to the
unfinished rope-ladder. "'Til we get a good length. Then we go to
the pit where you were at, see if it's long enough, and mount a
rescue if it is. If it isn't, we just come back up here and keep
working on it."
There was no book specifically on the arts of darkening the
inscriptions of tablets. Though there were a small collection of
"Do It Yourself" crafts-books in an unsorted pile by Yang's ladder.
One such craft was to make patterns out of putting paper on top of
a physical object and rubbing over it with crayon (or whatever
material that the crafter had on hand).
welp, that was rather simple...now he felt stupid, great. He took
the paper and placed it on top of the tablet, yet again he hoped
that Yang didn't mind him doing this with one of their books. He
took the charcoal and started to rub it on the paper softly, he was
too scared that it might break or something to do it any
rougher...at least for now.
"Yeah" he said, what could the Rotom do?? Kya cut
another sheet making a long unpleasant noise.
He wanted to ask how where they supposed to know when the rope was
long enough, but he was sure Cell wasn't going to answer with a
smile.
The quality charcoal began to 'rub in' and leave slight
indentations in the aged ex-atlas paper. Slowly but surely, the
inscription became much more clearer on the page.
The message read as such:
"There are as many exits as there are entrances.
There are no true paths but the ones that are made.
Seeing is not believing, walls are enchanted.
Risk reaps reward, caution a grave with a spade.
Find the orb."
He kept on working silently, tying each sheet as tightly and
securely as he knew how. Cell wasn't all that patient
though, and started to rush his self-given task at knotting. Every
few sheets, he would 'forget' to double-knot the rope.
If he tugged on it and it didn't fall apart, it meant the whole
thing was secure, didn't it?
((Looks like we're set for Arc 3 when I get back lol))
That's quite…interesting, a riddle or some kind of poetry, he
wondered who wrote the thing. He read trough it multiple times
"exits…entrances…true paths…made…seeing…walls" he was mumbling the
words out loud quietly, he checked on yang to see if he was curious
about it as well, he was beginning to think that maybe they had to
make some sort of hole in the wall. "Find the orb…" he wondered why
they would need an orb that badly, well whatever it meant, he would
need to show this to the others.
((Mainly cause we were waiting for arc 3? )) Kya kept cutting the sheets for a while, but he grew tired
and his paw was starting to hurt. He didn't really use them a
lot. "Hey, don't you think this is enough?"
((A bit. I was waiting for you guys to post, since double-posting
isn't allowed in the forums, last I checked |'D))
"Is something the matter, sir?" Having finished his current pile
of books, Yang had once again turned his attention to the guest
again. He hadn't heard what Napoleon was mumbling, but he did look
to be in rather deep thought.
Cell looked up, "Eh. Close enough." The rope was
getting pretty long, about ten or so feet if it was measured.
"You can't use your paws to help here, can you?" He gestured to the
still untied pieces of bedsheets.
"Eh.. I guess I can try.."
He never really tried to do anything like that, probably for a good
reason. Kya grabbed one of the already cut bedsheets and tried to
tie it to the other one, after struggling for a couple minutes he
realized it might be harder than expected.
Keeping at it, the Lucario got to another twp sheets before
realizing he didn't hear the tearing sound of the fabrics anymore.
Lifting his head, he looked for the Umbreon named K--something.
Man he really took things literally didn't he?
"So...how's that working out for you?" He smirked, trying to not
laugh. How would paws like that be able to tie anything?
He looked up to the Lucario and went back to the sheets. Then he
muttered in an almost incomprehensible voice. "Shut up.. its obviously easier for you... aghh"
He was sure Cell was about to laugh, he felt so pathetic,
struggling with bedsheets...