First Reply Research is the Start of Anything

[Lúthien Tinúviel]

OOC: As this is on a Sith World, its recommended to be of the Dark Side persuasion.

Moving through the doors, the darkened, but expansive room of the library made me feel extremely small in the moment. My eyes played over the host of such a knowledge base. Looking around for a moment, my boots making soft taps on the tiled floor. Such a wealth of knowledge, I needed to be researching something. I needed to find something, anything that could explain how and why I was made. Finally my eyes focused on a repository. One that would hold information on where specific tomes and books may be. My fingers tapping away on the fields. Filling out what I was searching for. If I needed to understand what made me, then I would have to start from the beginning. Trying to find what was essentially "Alchemy and Sorcery for Beginners."

I found a couple things here and there. But what caught my eye, was a specific name. One that I found interesting. Almost like the title of the book was directly questioning what Alchemy and Sorcery was. Looking up the information, I took the marker and wrote down the information on my prosthetic. My eyes looking around the room for what may be indicators on where i needed to go. Sections or how it was organized. Moving about, finding the section I needed, it took a little longer than I wanted. Having to read with my dyslectic eye sight. Finally finding the spot. I filtered through the isle. My finger skimming over the spines of the books. Reading them to find the author.

"Here."

Whispering to myself, my finger laced over the top of the spine. Pulling it down towards me, I stood up from my spot. Opening the cover of the book. Just glancing at it for a moment before starting to read the first passages in it.

"On the Subject of Alchemy and Sorcery."

I whispered again to myself. Just skimming the words for a moment. How the entry level items seemed to be indicating by the author was named as a "Lady of Secrets."

"Just what I need."

 

[Sable Varro]

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[Research Is The Start of Anything]

Tag: Lúthien Tinúviel

Equipment Loadout:

• Primary Weapon(s): SD-L1 Long Blaster
• Secondary Weapon(s): HG-88 Big Iron, VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade,
• Specialized Gear: Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield,
• Armor & Attire: Personal Armor

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Sable's eyes flickered over the words, but something felt off. The room, the air, even the silence—everything seemed just a touch too still. Her fingers stilled on the pages as her mind sharpened, alert to the subtle shifts in the atmosphere. She could hear the faintest echo of movement behind her, the softest shuffle of footsteps on the tile. Someone else was in the library with her.


The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, an instinctive reaction that had saved her more times than she could count. Her body tensed, and for a moment, she considered the possibility of leaving, but that would mean abandoning her search. Her grip tightened on the book, but her gaze darted to the shadows beyond her reach.


The footsteps came again—closer this time. It was a deliberate pace, as if whoever it was didn't quite care about being quiet. Foolish. Her eyes narrowed. She wasn't interested in company, not now. Not when she was so close to unraveling something that could change everything.


Slowly, deliberately, she closed the book, the soft thud of its cover a signal to herself. She didn't need to read anymore. She already knew what she had to do. The information was already sinking in, and though she hadn't fully absorbed the text, she was no stranger to the ways of manipulation and mystery. But she would need time to process it.


She turned, her expression cold as her gaze scanned the library's dim aisles. The shadows seemed to stretch longer than before, like they were waiting for her to make the next move. Whoever it was... They were a threat—or at least, a distraction. And distractions had a way of being eliminated swiftly.


Her hand rested lightly on the hilt of her blade, but she didn't draw it yet. Not yet. She could handle this quietly, without the need for violence... unless necessary. Would she be given a test so soon?

Anything was possible she supposed.

The footsteps grew louder now, more distinct, but still hesitant, unsure. Sable's lips curled into a faint smirk. Someone was trying to sneak around, unaware of the danger they were walking into. It amused her.


"You've got the wrong idea," She muttered under her breath, barely louder than a whisper.


She straightened, letting the silence stretch on, allowing the tension to build, her gaze flicking back to the book and then the direction of the sound. She could almost feel them, could almost hear their breath, their unease thickening the air between them.

She eased forward, soon finding the source of the disturbance. She stared for a time, book still in hand, as she took in the situation.

Perhaps...just maybe....this 'enemy' was merely a student looking for a book.

She stared for a handful of seconds, before letting go of her blade.

Now she was just standing here, like a weirdo, book in hand still. Maybe they wouldn't notice her standing here.

 

[Lúthien Tinúviel]

The sudden closing of a book to the side of me. The next isle over. I had neglected to search the library for sources of other living, breathing things. In an instant, all my sense flooded me. Smells of metal. Iron and salt. hearing the rapid breathing and the small movements. Shifting and barely moving as to not make anyone aware of what was possibly going to happen. Even the slight movements of what sounded like a tool or a knife being sheathed back into its home.

My presence had spooked someone. The current they stood in barely showed any ripples. The White Current was barely making any waves or flows around this individual. Clearly they were either very weak within the force, or they were someone who knew how to hide themselves. Acting like they would be a much smarter and stronger individual who hid themselves.

I closed the book softly. Speaking to myself again as though they were not there and there wasn't a care in the world.

"This is it. Alright now, how do I check this out. Maybe buy it?"

Moving down the isle towards the sounds and smells of what they were. Making my feet slow and sloppy as if I had been just not paying attention at all to them. I moved around the corner, head down and engrossed in the back of the book. Keeping my eyes trained on it but my ears and nose carrying me forward. Finally looking up at the person.

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn't notice you were in here. I hope I didn't bother you?"

Flashing a smile at them, hoping to maybe defuse the situation just a little bit, and get an understanding of why they were so tense. My eyes looking to her and just wanted to play for a moment. Knowing she had spoken under her breath a moment before.

"What idea do I have wrong?"

Sable Varro