History and Geography

[Dragostae]

These two subjects go hand-in-hand, and are also vital to a well-rounded education. There's more than just names and dates in here, too. There's romance, comedy, drama, and huge battles - sometimes odder than any fictional account could be!

In this section are tomes about these subjects.

Geography & history
Geography & travel
Biography, genealogy, insignia
History of ancient world
General history of Europe
General history of Asia Far East
General history of Africa
General history of North America
General history of South America
General history of other areas  

[.Some.Other.Mercy.]

Creeping as silently as possible, Beau made his way to the history section. His eyes browsed over the many titles, looking for something that would help him. Ah, a history of the general area. There would have to be something on the University there, he just knew it. Running his tongue nervously over his lips, he checked for any chapping. Good. They were fine. The ghosts had not yet gotten to his well-moisturized lips!

Of course, they hadn't gotten to any part of him at all, but that didn't seem to cross his mind. Many things didn't seem to cross his mind. It was quite the inconvenience to anyone who had to encounter him on a regular basis, and one could conceivably wonder why they had all not gone mad yet. Or, maybe they had and all the current people near him were newly introduced to his manic thought patterns.

Sitting down on the floor, he opened the book, spreading it out across his lap and flicking through the pages, searching for anything that could be of any use to him in preventing those ghosts from having a snack on his poor mortal life.

Occasionally, his eyes would rise from the pages to nervously flutter about the library. If he saw the ghost first, he could make a run for it to heaven knows where and do...well, something.

Finger scanned the pages until he came across the history of the University. There he became fixated on each and every word, storing it all into his little mind. This was what he needed, and the hunt had begun.

 

[Kaereeya]

Kat had scanned the shelves in the literature sectio0n quickly. She honestly didn't see anything that really drew her eyes. She remembered, vaguely, her other sternly lecturing her in a falsetto shrill with fake-sounding emotion;


She had pressed an ugly faded pink book into her hands and required her to read it. When Kat commented on the ugly state of the book, her mother had exploded; a loaded rifle of words in defese of the ugly pink book. "Kathinnne! Never judge a book by it's cover, child!" she lectured sternly. After Kat cracked the ancient tome open, two-hundred pages of ettiqute met her gaze, their stern rules marthing like little soldierts across the page. And Kat loathed every minute of it.

So really she was scarred for life. It wasn't her fault she liked books with nice, exciting covers. She wandered aimlessly to the history section, running her hands alongs the spines of the books. Her fingernails clicked eerily and her fingertips whispered against the ancient tomes in a ghost-like chatter.

She turned the corner of the bookshelf and into the history section.  

[.Some.Other.Mercy.]

Beau had become quite engrossed in his reading. In fact, he was learning quite a bit about the university. Perhaps he could solve the mystery of what was keeping these ghosts around, help them reach wherever they wanted to go in the afterlife. It would be so noble - so regal. As Beau continued along this train of thought, he sat up a little straighter, fingers moving to twist the mustache that he didn't have, but that he envisioned all heroic men having. His eyes moved upwards, and his chest swelled with pride at the feats he would hopefully accomplish but had no real idea how.

He heard a noise, behind him, something scraping along the books. Oh bother, it was someone's bones...or maybe the claws of a demon. They were coming for him. Nervously, he began to chew on his lower lip, going into panic mode. Oh no. They were going to consume his soul. He whimpered softly, raising the book he was reading and holding it over his head to cover him. Maybe they wouldn't even notice him there.

 

[Kaereeya]

Kat turned to corner of the bookcase, expecting another long row of books but found, instead, a cowering lump of a human with a book over- his or her- head. She had a growing suspicion that it was the eccentric librarian from the dance. Who else would be in the library at this time? She had heard another student enter the Library but upon glancing up the rows of books discovered it was the young man from the dance. She turned away quickly. She was far to embaressed to talk to him.

"Sir?" she whispered questioningly (after all it was a library). "M'am?"

She took the couple steps between her and the huddled figure and tapped the person gently on the shoulder. From the look of the shakespearian clothes upon the person, it seemed they had been in here all night.

"Sir" She muttered consolingly (for she was pretty certain the person was male). "Take that book offyour head. No one is here to hurt you!"