An extremely pale young man with shoulder-length, faded blonde hair ambled along a wall loaded with books, picking through instructional books about swordplay, footwork, and similar topics. He was dressed simply, in a blue shirt and faded, swamp-green trousers, a black sash belt and a pair of simple, leather boots and gloves. It was quiet, and mentally he found this unnerving. He wanted an excuse to talk.
Delirio found what he was looking for- a discussion and comparison of different scenarios involving the use of a rapier wielded alongside various household objects. He'd never actually bothered to check anything out for disliking the idea of forgetting things and racking up fines, but the book was almost always there as he'd noticed the mere days since he'd arrived here. "And where have you been off to, friend?" he mumbled quietly to the book, removing it from it's (oddly, incorrectly shelved) place. He'd been up on one of the higher floors, but simply leaning out over the railing, he spotted a place on the next floor down and in a silent flash of white light, appeared hanging out from the outside part of the railing, holding on with one hand while he held the book in the other. He repeated this until he'd gotten to the ground floor and stumbled forwards a step noisily, looking marginally tired and with a thin film of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Delirio smirked at the book again and approached one of the tables to settle down into a chair. It wasn't in the being's nature to remove things such as this from where they aught to be, but he was considering checking the book out for the sole purpose of taking it somewhere with more... personality, let's call it. He had a good hour before he had to be anywhere, though. 'Perhaps when I've become more acquainted with the staff,' he thought to himself with a relaxed, outwards sigh.
Delirio found what he was looking for- a discussion and comparison of different scenarios involving the use of a rapier wielded alongside various household objects. He'd never actually bothered to check anything out for disliking the idea of forgetting things and racking up fines, but the book was almost always there as he'd noticed the mere days since he'd arrived here. "And where have you been off to, friend?" he mumbled quietly to the book, removing it from it's (oddly, incorrectly shelved) place. He'd been up on one of the higher floors, but simply leaning out over the railing, he spotted a place on the next floor down and in a silent flash of white light, appeared hanging out from the outside part of the railing, holding on with one hand while he held the book in the other. He repeated this until he'd gotten to the ground floor and stumbled forwards a step noisily, looking marginally tired and with a thin film of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Delirio smirked at the book again and approached one of the tables to settle down into a chair. It wasn't in the being's nature to remove things such as this from where they aught to be, but he was considering checking the book out for the sole purpose of taking it somewhere with more... personality, let's call it. He had a good hour before he had to be anywhere, though. 'Perhaps when I've become more acquainted with the staff,' he thought to himself with a relaxed, outwards sigh.
