A Librarians Files

[Senji Selah]

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It was a lovely day on Ossus. The two suns, Adega Prime and Adega Besh shined merrily down on the verdant Jedi temple grounds. Laughter was heard every now and then as younglings ran after each other, playing games and having fun. After all, most had the day off and either relaxed or simply helped out where needed, for example by the spaceport. There was a whole lot of traffic today actually, new shipments from both various Republic planets, but also other places on Ossus had come to the spaceport today to deliver food and other supplies to the Jedi temple, which also meant that most of the inside facilities were enveloped in complete silence, only broken by the occasional resounding music of shoes hammering against the old stone floor and echo around the temples otherwise quiet halls.

And today the library was probably one of the most quiet of all places. Senji Selah, a 1,85 meters tall Human male with a well built, muscular frame was currently huddled by one of the almost seemingly endless blue glowing bookshelves that contained various digital information in form of recordings and documents one could access through the HoloComputers that were scattered throughout the library. If one at random passed the long shelves Senji was kneeled at, they would probably not even spot him unless they were actually looking for him, or someone in general. This was mainly because he was wearing his usual black robes with silver like trimmings that made him blend into the dark background of the wall many meters behind him, the corridor only lit by the faint blue glow from the digital bookshelves. Other than the elegant, yet simple robes, he was wearing a pair black loose trousers allowing for effortless movement, two form fitting black gloves on each hand and a pair of thick knee high leather boots that kept the theme of the rest of his attire, being made from dark brown leather. But most notably to his appearance would be the fact that a durasteel mask was covering the front of his face, going all the way from the tip of his chin to the top of his forehead. It was almost silver like in its appearance, decorated with symbols and curves where the cheekbones and nose would be. Its otherwise face shaped surface was only broken by two holes for the eyes and nostrils and a few slits by the mouth to allow for easy breathing. It gave off an almost cold and perhaps even menacing look.

The youngest of the padawans at the Ossus Academy knew him only as Unsung, a name that was whispered by the younglings in hushed manners when they wandered the giant library. Yes, Senji supposed that he was probably the reason to a few nightmares from those faintest at heart, simply due to his appearance. Of course he didn't encourage this however, he was known as a sweet man, serious, but he certainly had his heart at the right place. That was what the older people of the Ossus Academy would have said.

Currently, huddled by the digital bookshelves, Senji was making sure the files regarding the galactic timeline was in order, struggling for one reason or another. A muffled, fustrated, sigh was heard from the man behind the mask, a hand going to scratch the top of his head where the durasteel mask ended and a mane of obsidian in color hair started, flowing backwards due to the mask. "Where is that damn file?" He had muttered at himself, his gaze seen looking about as if he would find it lying randomly on the floor. Slowly he stood up, his full posture now finally seen, his strong features clear even behind the otherwise obscuring robes. Slowly he started to wander down the long bookshelves, his leather boots heard creaking at every step. His pace slowed down as he neared the end of the bookshelves, his gaze seen glancing about as he tried to find the file.

Oh? What was that? He adjusted his curved lightsaber that was attatched to his thick belt, more out of instinct than anything as it wasn't unusual to feel the force presence of others in these surroundings, so he had not noticed it until now, it was rather the sound of echoing footsteps that had disturbed his thoughts. "Hello?" He asked, his voice resounding through the giant library, now more serious and bass toned than before. "Anyone there?"

[member="Glyph"]​

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Senji Selah"]

Glyph had come to Ossus to see what the place looked like and it had taken alot to get him into the actual temple... that and the sacrifice of all weapons, technology, and armor. This left him with just his normal clothing, his knowledge of a few force powers, and of course his witty and carefree personality but that normally got him in trouble, not out of it. With that he walked and explored the areas here and there and around the area, smiling as he passed people he didn't know and just smiled as he moved on towards where he was going to have a very interesting meeting.

With that he smiled and moved into the same place that senji was in, looking over the digital shelves and smiling wider and even began to look at up as he heard the other's voice. Poking his head out of the rows he was in himself he looked down the shelves and started to walk once more before finally speaking. "Hello back..." He looked at the other with curious glance.

 

[Senji Selah]

Upon hearing the voice coming from somewhere to his left, Senji turned to face the newcomer, the mask unmoving, emotionless.
"Ah, greetings indeed." Senji said in his formal yet friendly voice, it slightly muffled from behind the mask of his. Slowly he started to walk towards Glyph his hands folded behind his back, looking over the young Human male. Or whatever he was, looks could be deceiving. Senji suspected not that this young man was not a Jedi, in an outfit such as that he could easily go for one, after all it was a day dedicated to unwinding, you didn't need to wear your offical robes. That combined with the force signature that was felt surrounding him made every other guess odd or unlogical.

"So what are you looking for, my friend?" Senji asked as he now came to a halt a few meters away from Glyph, only being taller than him by a few inches, yet Senji was probably much broader due to his own muscular frame. "Is there any special subject you're studying?

[member="Glyph"]​

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Senji Selah"]

"No... you are interesting though..." Glyph muttered the second part as if more so talking to himself rather than the other. He took the chance rather than to just stand he just leaned back against the shelf, careful to make sure things are kept in sight like any weapon this man could carry thought it wasn't like he was expecting a fight. He was watching more out of habit. Finally he would answer after a few moments though. "I really am not looking for anything specific, just exploring and seeing what it was that was going on in your temple... and yes, i always talk like this, or in poetic form."

 

[Senji Selah]

[SIZE=9pt]Senji adjusted his posture, straightening his back in an imposing manner, his eyes behind the mask inspecting Glyph from afar. Initially Senji had thought that the possibility that the man in front of him was anything but a Jedi was farfetched, now however the opposite seemed the most likely. The way he carried himself and the way he acted within the library made Senji guess that maybe he was not one after all. His suspicions were partly confirmed once Glyph referred to the temple as “your”, thereby, whether subconsciously or not, distancing himself from the place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Senji didn’t mind all that much though, it surprised him however how this boy who seemed to have no business here had been able to get in and walk casually around as he now did. The young man seemed accurate in his movements, his eyes glancing over Senji as in an attempt to locate something[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Not something too hard as the only weapon on Senji was widely visible. He was carrying a curved hilted lightsaber, it being clicked onto the right side of Senji’s thick leather belt that fitted his waist. “Interesting? Peculiar choice of words, Chap.” His voice didn’t falter, staying in the same formal tune. “And I do not mind your way of talking, it’s perfectly alright. If I may ask however, what brought you here? I do not take it that you are a learner from this academy. Correct?”[/SIZE]

Senji's way of acting could easily be mistaken as if he attempted to seem superior, yet that wasn't the case. First of all his emotions were hard to spot behind the mask, but most importantly he were serving in his function. He was a librarian and if he ever wanted to get back into his padawan training he would need to be an exceptional individual. Or at least he thought so. The reality was probably more complicated than that.

[member="Glyph"]​

[member="Glyph"]​

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Senji Selah"]

"A learner, yes, for the Jedi, no, nor for the Sith before you jump to conclusions. I am merely a shade and ghost seeking knowledge and something to occupy my time in this plane of existence with you. For the dead and the living are but two sides of the coin, connected by a thin and weakening bridge as time goes on until finally both sides crumble in your hand..." He smiled and looked at senji, eyes darting around over the other and curiously studying his entire body now. "By the way, name is Glyph, well not truly my name but you are no friend so you do not hold my trust for my name."

 

[Senji Selah]

[SIZE=9pt]S[/SIZE]enji continued to stay still with his hands folded neatly on his back as Glyph talked, his demeanor elegant and attitude cold if one was to look at his durasteel mask too much, after all it wasn’t his face and didn’t reflect his true emotions. A function that very likely was the intention of the mask.

[SIZE=9pt]“Aah, a bit of philosophy right there.” Senji said in his formal voice, his creaking leather boots suddenly heard as he took a few steps across the cold stone floor towards what one would assume to be one of the many terminals that scattered the libraries. They had a few features such as being the place where one could look up the files for the library. “If.. We have to get technical though I would say that death and life is present on the same side of this [/SIZE]metaphorical[SIZE=9pt] coin. Yes? For the words are merely concepts given. After all, isn’t death merely the absence of life?” He asked questioningly with a slight hint of teasing attitude in his voice, continuing a second afterwards after having turned on the holotable he now stood by, his durasteel gaze not seeming to shy away from Glyph. Observing him steadfast.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Well a pleasure to meet you then, Glyph. I am Unsung. Also, you realize you carry the force within you, yes?" [/SIZE]



[member="Glyph"]

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Senji Selah"]

"I carry the force within me? Now that is new, i would have thought the force would carry me in it, or maybe we carry eachother... hmm oh well." He smiled and pushed off the shelf and stood straight up as he walked towards Senji, studying him closely and thinking for a moment. "You are interesting Unsung, mind telling me what you it is that you are here, knight, padawan, librarian, which oh which would you classify as and how might i know what you at thinking about me, then?" Glyph smiled, the inquisitive stare of his now locked solely on Senji as his eyes tried to pierce a veil that was not there.

 

[Senji Selah]

"Well technically speaking the midichlorians within your cells are the ones that responds to the force, only some have enough midichlorian to utilize the force. At least to my understanding. But questions are good!" He said as if encouraging the boy to continue, a faint smile present behind the mask of his, of course unseen to Glyph himself to to the very nature of masks.

As Glyph approached Senji stood still by the holotable that still shined dim blue, his durasteel gaze lowering a bit to follow Glyph as he stepped over the stone floor. Senji adjusted his black robes ever so slightly, a hand going to rest by his lightsaber more out of its comfortable placement than anything. "I'm merely a Padawan and a librarian, Glyph. And to be quite honest I am uncertain of your intentions. But you'll have to leave soon no matter what. The library is about to close."

[member="Glyph"]​

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Senji Selah"]

"What a shame, and here i thought a Jedi temple kept their archives open at nights, tsk tsk." He smiled and rather than persue the subject his body fell down into a chair beside him, his eyes closing as he sat there and what looked like meditated. "Wake me up when the archives close then i suppose." He smiled and let what looked like his body go to sleep, he wasn't truly asleep though, instead he started to see without his eyes and let his force sight take over for him, exploring the details that his true eyes could never come to see.

 

[Senji Selah]

"You still haven't told me what you came here for, Chap." Senji stated, bemused watching the kid as he slumped down into the chair. He shook his head at himself and turned on his feet, starting to walk a bit around as he searched for the missing file card under tables and on the floor by the faintly glowing meter long bookshelves. It certainly was nowhere to be found. He had to find it before he closed the library that was certain and doing that while trying to keep an eye on this kid could prove more troublesome than imagined.

Probably.

[member="Glyph"]​