With Sensibilities Too Delicate for This World

Kait · Sep 10, 2016

Chloe had always admired that bookstore. She had never walked into it before, though, and she knew nothing about the kinds of books it sold. Honestly, she just liked the idea of the store more than anything concrete about it: it was a small, ostensibly family-owned bookstore. A rare gem in the modern day. Salvetti Bros. Bookstore, it was called. It was along the route her driver Arach would take between her home and her father's establishments. She had seen it often, its sign and contents dimly illuminated by a streetlight long after it had closed. But today, she was here just after lunch, and she had some time to kill before Arach would need to come by to pick her up again.

The door rang as she opened it. The satisfying smell of old books hit her nostrils, made all the more satisfying by her realization that none of these books would try to kill her, maim her, or enslave her mind for some dark purpose. She realized that it had been months since she had picked up a book for fun.

There wasn't anyone else inside that she could see, at the moment. She spun around, looking at the different signs and sections of the store, trying to decide where to begin her search.

Hugh Capet · Sep 10, 2016

Diedrich had busied himself with cataloguing various newer books that had either been donated or shipped from Salvetti Bros. parent company. While the young man was glad to see the store receive business, he wasn't too pleased with the sudden inclusion of modern titles in the establishment's catalogue. He guessed the business that owned Salvetti Bros. was trying to slowly but surely modernize the place and thus pervert its original purpose as proclaimed by the duo: to offer aged volumes of all languages.

Still, Diedrich was a simple employee, so any complaint he had would be less than worthless to a higher-up. He was preoccupied in the fiction section on the second floor, so he didn't hear the bell, at first. Sadly, given the store's age, an elevator couldn't be installed, and the original owners made no attempt to add a dumbwaiter or anything of the sort. So, the tee was forced to cart up stack upon stack of books that he would catalogue and shelf. As he finished with one particular set, he clomped down a narrow flight of stairs to the ground floor.

Diedrich was dressed in his typical outfit: a white dress shirt, black waistcoat, frock coat, trousers, and shoes, and a red silk ascot. The Grand Duke caught sight of a new customer, whose appearance startled him. She looked fairly demonic, and despite his being informed/warned about Manta Carlos's propensity towards the gifted or magically inclined, his meeting with such beings always served to make him uneasy. Despite that, he kept his composure and kind demeanor. After all, a customer was a customer.

"Good morning, madame. How might I be of assistance?" he asked, his voice carrying with it Germanic pronunciations.

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Kait · Oct 8, 2016

"Oh, hello," Chloe said back to him. "I was just going to shop around for a bit, see if anything catches my eye. I'll let you know, if..."

Chloe did a double take, staring at him now. That face was familiar. Where had she seen that face before? She kept staring in an uncomfortable silence, trying to match the face to something from her memory.

"You were in the news. Are you that guy who was stuck in a coma for over a century?"

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With Sensibilities Too Delicate for This World

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