Post by Phoebe Minola on Mar 7, 2014 16:02:45 GMT -5
Having done for now with seeing to the customers, Phoebe left those enjoying beverages and books in Kyle's capable hands and headed towards the back where she'd seen someone going a moment ago. While going between shelves, she stumbled on something.
Phoebe looked down and then picked up a book. It was one of the historical treatises specializing in psychological observations through the ages--
Wait a minute...
The book felt odd. She blinked in confusion, then opened it and flicked through it. To her horror she found several pages missing! They'd been torn out and the book dropped to the floor. She looked around hurriedly and saw a few more books thrown to the floor. She picked them up and flicked through them.
Oh my giddy aunt... What the fuck?!
They'd all had pages torn out of them. Some just a few but others had whole chapters ripped out and were then flung to the floor like garbage. Her blood ran cold. This was the most distressing thing she'd ever seen -- screw Shadows, screw giant scorpions in the underground catacombs of the cemetery, screw hordes of monsters surrounding the city and fuck the entire idea that they were fighting a losing battle: THIS was the face of true, unadulterated horror. Color and warmth drained from her.
She staggered through the shelves to find more gored and abused books. Her soul cried every time she saw one.
...Are you alright? her Persona said tentatively but the incoherent, internal snarl it got as response shut her up quickly. Nope, nope, nope; even her mighty Persona wasn't gonna question her right now.
She was stomping now between the shelves. She glared. In fact, she was probably good and ready to render people into shapeless stains of blood on the floor, just by looking at them.
People wisely scurried away from that section of the bookshop. A very ominous-looking aura was spilling out of the bookshelves and followed her around as she came upon the perpetrator of the most vile of crimes.
"YOU," she snarled at the individual tearing apart the books. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
She slammed the torn books on an empty shelf nearby and the whole, heavy bookcase shook from the impact. She was very, very mad.
Phoebe looked down and then picked up a book. It was one of the historical treatises specializing in psychological observations through the ages--
Wait a minute...
The book felt odd. She blinked in confusion, then opened it and flicked through it. To her horror she found several pages missing! They'd been torn out and the book dropped to the floor. She looked around hurriedly and saw a few more books thrown to the floor. She picked them up and flicked through them.
Oh my giddy aunt... What the fuck?!
They'd all had pages torn out of them. Some just a few but others had whole chapters ripped out and were then flung to the floor like garbage. Her blood ran cold. This was the most distressing thing she'd ever seen -- screw Shadows, screw giant scorpions in the underground catacombs of the cemetery, screw hordes of monsters surrounding the city and fuck the entire idea that they were fighting a losing battle: THIS was the face of true, unadulterated horror. Color and warmth drained from her.
She staggered through the shelves to find more gored and abused books. Her soul cried every time she saw one.
...Are you alright? her Persona said tentatively but the incoherent, internal snarl it got as response shut her up quickly. Nope, nope, nope; even her mighty Persona wasn't gonna question her right now.
She was stomping now between the shelves. She glared. In fact, she was probably good and ready to render people into shapeless stains of blood on the floor, just by looking at them.
People wisely scurried away from that section of the bookshop. A very ominous-looking aura was spilling out of the bookshelves and followed her around as she came upon the perpetrator of the most vile of crimes.
"YOU," she snarled at the individual tearing apart the books. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
She slammed the torn books on an empty shelf nearby and the whole, heavy bookcase shook from the impact. She was very, very mad.