And what's left is...

[bluesofpeace.livejournal.com]

[Kaz is feeling a bit "down," one might say. There's a bit less of a bounce in his step, a more serious air surrounding him. He stands in the library, a heavy, dusty, worn leather-bound reference book in his hand. He turns the pages with care, gaze wholly focused through dark lenses on the pages before him.]

[At a glance, he looks to be pretty normal. He shouldn't even seem depressed, really. A better word to describe him is probably "subdued." Something... something is different, something is missing.]

[Go ahead and talk to him. See for yourself.]


((Due to a room effect, Kaz has accidentally his whole overactive libido for three days! This post is NOT getting locked, so help me. :I /shakes fist))

Comments

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

I thought I'd see where you disappeared to. I figured it was either here or with that other Liquid.

[Once a stalker, always a stalker.]

[bluesofpeace.livejournal.com]

I haven't been gone that long, have I?

[Turning his wrist, Kaz takes a look at his watch and finds out he's been in the library by himself for several hours. He lost track of time.]

No, I haven't seen him in a while. Did you need me for something?

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

Do I have to need something? [Ocelot looks at him suspiciously, then strides closer, and plucks those sunglasses off of Kaz's face.]

If you're doing research because you're onto something, you know you're not supposed to keep me in the dark about it.

[bluesofpeace.livejournal.com]

I guess not, but-- HEY!

[Kaz will be snatching those sunglasses back. :I]

And I won't.

[He hands Ocelot a folded slip of paper from his breast pocket.]

Books on this place are extremely hard to find. None of them are personal accounts and they're all published by a company that I haven't been able to dig up any sort of information on. At first I thought it was a typo, but if it is, it's awfully consistent. Any databases I've looked into show no trace of the company ever having existed.

But perhaps you could figure this out.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

Information control is no surprise here. You're better off talking to the locals... maybe someone out there has been here long enough to know a thing or two.

[He slips it into one of the long jacket pockets at his hip.]

How much longer are you going to be here?

[bluesofpeace.livejournal.com]

So many people have grown complacent-- they stop asking questions the longer they've been here. It feels like a trap. We need to be careful not to fall in ourselves.

[Kaz looks over at the bookshelf as if assessing how many books he has left to go.]

Not much longer. Why?