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 LEAVE THIS BLUE NEIGHBORHOOD, ;; Jeremiah
Cole Harper
 Posted: Jan 30 2018, 10:40 PM
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The years had not been very kind to the muscles or the skeleton of one Cole Harper. Since when was travel so utterly exhausting? Only ten years ago, he could have lapped Eudocia twice over without pausing to take a breath, but now extensive travel was beginning to rear its ugly head sooner rather than later. Cole had returned from Ashport only 48 hours ago with a blind Averian in tow, and assisting the young man in navigating the underground tunnels of Arbington, with their twists and turns and pseudo dead-ends, alone had been somewhat of a project. The ambassador had paused in his scurrying about only just long enough to ensure the boy was settled as much as he could be for the next day or so, and then he set off again.

This time, Cole was headed to the Marble Library. These days, his presence at the monument to literature was usually limited to personally sealed letters addressed to the librarian who holed himself up there and delivered by courier. Physical visits were something of an uncommon treat, though he did his best to appear at least twice a month to make sure his friend was still breathing. Those trips were usually done for pleasure, but on this venture Cole trekked to the library with a sense of purpose – and some apprehension – that forced him to ignore the nagging pain in his back and between his eyes.

The quite literally dead giveaway that his target company indeed lurked the shelves and stacks was the forlorn and condemned visual of the Marble Library under the moonlight when it finally came within eyesight. The trees that shaded the steps leading to the entrance were gnarled and bent silhouettes, and those huge doors themselves looked splintered and unhinged. The clever illusion was a successful deterrent to any passersby who were not aware of its deception, but Cole Harper had grown wise to these tricks after the first dozen or so times. With a confident, albeit somewhat limping, stride, he pulled the more stable appearing door open and crossed rows upon rows of shelves that seemed to hold no books, and finally he pulled up to a halt at the door of a private study. “Knock knock.” he sang, his voice amiable but also obviously tired, “Special delivery for one… Jeremiah Menahem?” Only after his intro did he actually knock at the door as an afterthought, the light of mischief briefly shining in his cyan eyes despite the sleepiness that tugged at them.

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Jeremiah Menahem
 Posted: Jan 30 2018, 11:20 PM
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The response was immediate--if not from Jeremiah himself, at least from the Library.

Outside, nothing was perceptible. Jer had had twenty years of practice at this, after all.

Inside, it looked like time was unraveling itself. In a breath of air that came from under the door of the study, cobwebs silently vanished; dust and grime evaporated as if it had never been, cracked shelves healed themselves and fallen shelves righted themselves. They didn't do so with the massive groaning, swinging thunder that the eye expected, though. They simply were upright, where before they'd been prone behemoths. The shelves all filled with books, scrolls, and loose sheaves, an entire world's history and knowledge seeming to flash into existence all in one moment. As a final touch, lights flashed on, candles and torches materializing in holders and sconces and mutely bursting into warm yellow flame.

Quite the dramatic entrance.

The door itself finally opened--quite sturdy after all, it turned out--and sad eyes and a small smile appeared.

"It's MeenaHEEM," he deadpanned, quite inaccurately. "You delivery boys never get it right."

His hair was a bit longer than it had been, a few more strands of silver at his temples, and his eyes were always so very tired, but Jeremiah still emerged for his friend. He leaned back against the door frame, still with his old casual elan, but also more than a bit as if it was actually holding him upright. He glanced around quickly to see if anyone else was with Cole, eyes suspicious and hopeful all at once, then relaxed into his former state. He had a bone folder in one hand, a simple, smooth ivory shank from his endless repair work, and he held it loosely, turning it over and over absently with long fingers.

"What's the occasion that brings the messenger and the message himself?"

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Cole Harper
 Posted: Jan 31 2018, 09:15 AM
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It had taken Cole another dozen or so times to become accustomed to the evaporation of the derelict illusion. He eventually found the most effective way to prevent toppling over from the unnatural sensory overload to be staring intensely at the doorframe to Jer’s private room while the architecture and furnishings suddenly and unapologetically became something else, somewhere else. The seamless zipping of a figment and reality in his periphery still made him queasy, but that very well in part could also be blamed on cheap Ashport swill in the taverns.

Witticisms with a dismal yet smiling face attached finally met him at the door, and Cole smiled back with the unconscious relief that the self-appointed hermit was still functioning at least on a basic survival level. “Delivery boys don’t get paid enough to memorize your name correctly.” he returned the jest with a quiet laugh, weariness for the time being momentarily forgotten. Slipping back into boyish mannerisms and lighthearted banter was like wearing a second, far more breathable skin. It wasn’t often anymore that the ambassador found himself in the sort of company that tolerated it, much less instigate it.

“Like I said, I have something for you.” When Cole could, he brought the librarian small, thoughtful gifts from his travels. If he was especially lucky, the gifts came, at least in part, in written form. Before rummaging through his rucksack, Cole sidled past his friend and into the private room. He made very sure to make a spectacle of being secretive in his rooting around, back turned to Jer and all, and when he turned around to face him once more, Cole did so with a showy flair. Against Jer’s chest pressed a small and unassuming book bound in old, water-damaged leather. “I scrounged this up in Ashport – a collection of oral histories on the town of Frostford. There are some fascinating retellings in there on the inexplicable appearance of the Stone Garden. “

Next from the bag came a fine, expensive wine in an ornately cast metal amphora. “And this is all for me.” He almost sang the words again, but when he deftly navigated to where his friend kept his drinking vessels, he retrieved and filled two of them for chivalry's sake.

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Jeremiah Menahem
 Posted: Jan 31 2018, 12:00 PM
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Jer snorted, tossing his head just a fraction, a shadow of a smile still barely clinging to his face.

"Oh, I see how it is. All about the money."

He didn't exactly move when Cole mentioned a gift, but his body changed nevertheless. Still leaning (or slumped, depending on the magnanimity of the viewer) against the door frame, a slight energy seemed to infuse him. He now waited instead of merely existing, and within their heavy lids a spark of curiosity twitched to life in his dark eyes. It only grew the longer Cole drew out the process, though he knew perfectly well it was an intentional show. The word "tease" flitted across his mind, and his mouth quirked slightly in amusement, but he said nothing.

Finally, with a ringmaster's flair, Cole had materialized a book and nudged it up against his chest. Jer collected his balance with his free foot, finally straightening up from his slouch to bring both hands to rest very, very gently but firmly on its weathered cover. His ironic little smile blossomed into something far more open and unguarded, unbeknownst to its owner, and his eyes burned, fairly shivering back and forth as they took in every detail. He made an appreciative sound, something like a sigh.

"Averian!" he said. "We haven't had anything from them in years."

Eyes still on the book, he drifted to the nearest table, one of many that filled the main hall, empty chairs always expectant. He somehow managed to navigate smoothly around and maneuver himself into a seat without looking up, turning the book carefully over and over to inspect the binding. He even sniffed it surreptitiously as he lowered himself into the chair, halfway oblivious to Cole's activities with the amphora.

"Oh," he said quietly, once he'd delicately lifted the cover open and begun exploring its interior. Those delicate fingers, still fine and pale even in these days of hardship, lifted each page lightly. "These are some of the oldest legends I've seen about the Stone Garden, I think. At least, in scripts we can still read. A few scrolls with librarians' notes identifying them as on the subject, but the lucky bastards didn't think to reference a corresponding paleographic text..."

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Cole Harper
 Posted: Jan 31 2018, 01:53 PM
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On Cole Harper’s weary face tugged a small, content smile while he poured the wine into two chalices. His back was turned to Jer again, but he did not need to see the man’s ever evolving canvas of expressions to know exactly what was being painted there. He himself had gone through the various stages of euphoria only days ago when his eyes first landed on such a rare and priceless find. No doubt there had been some double-takes, manic muttering, and then the following hours that were not spent caring for his ward were instead completely swallowed by absorbing every minor detail contained in the pages between the binding. It had not even exactly been “for sale” when he first happened upon it, but wealth often came in handy, and the innkeeper in the end could not turn down the coins very nearly being pelted at her in order to gain possession of it.

When he turned around, Jer had unsurprisingly evaporated from the room into the main hall. Cole trailed after him with a drink in each hand, that smile still clinging to the corners of his lips. “Here you go.” he murmured as he set Jer’s cup down gingerly, just far enough away that their prize would be safe from spills, and his own voice lowered to a hush as though speaking too loud might damage the pages.

Cole stiffly eased himself down in the seat across from Jer and took a sip of his wine. For the moment he was content to simply settle his gaze on the librarian before him, studying him while he studied the texts. It was a pleasant, albeit temporary change in tempo to see the man with some spark back in his eyes. Unfortunately, he knew from experience that the spark was a fleeting one. This was not the first book Cole had ever brought to him, and each time the sadness that settled around Jer’s shoulders and in his kind eyes always eventually returned again.

There was, however, perhaps an alternative to the cyclical rise and fall of Jer's mental state. Over the past month, he had developed an idea that had a slim chance of restoring some of those broken, buried pieces, but the apprehension of dancing closer to the subject admittedly and uncomfortably clenched his stomach (and, unfortunately, this wine was too high quality to blame for the subsequent queasiness).

“Therein lies the problem.” He agreed, took a small breath, and forced it out from his nostrils in a slow, steady stream. “There are plenty of texts older than this still out there that weren’t destroyed precisely because no one’s been able to translate them yet. Texts that supposedly precede the era of the White One.” Just the thought of getting his hands on those tomes, of scanning his eyes over ancient runes and being able to make sense of them made the very fabric of his being tense with desire. “I recently heard word of the potential whereabouts of such a dictionary, and I’m inclined to trust my source. It just, of course, won’t be easy to find or acquire.”

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Jeremiah Menahem
 Posted: Feb 1 2018, 04:04 PM
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Jer mutely registered the drink appearing, and despite Cole's care instinctively shifted the book slightly closer to himself and away from the beverage, a muscular reflex more than anything. He mumbled something distracted that might have been a thank you, though it was hard to tell, as his lips hardly moved, and then went right back to his silent half-whispers as he found significant words and phrases in the text.

In another time, Jeremiah would have noticed the long exhale, to say nothing of some of the other cues. As it was, he caught only the surface meanings, at first. Cole's presence warmed him like a low fire in a grate nearby. Very like, to the degree that he didn't think to question how he produced such warmth, or even entirely acknowledge his own reliance.

"Yes," he said, barely glancing up with a flick of his eyes, two fingers tracing lightly over the page, "so we've mourned. I'd love to have them anyway, of course." He spoke in the muted tone of someone who has had this conversation several times before, and up to this point, he had.

Then the rest of Cole's words sank in.

The librarian paused in the middle of his reading. His head still turned toward the page at first, all that was visible was his deeply furrowing brow, and then he looked up, hand still stuck to the vellum as if it had been glued there.

"You...a translation text? You know where one is?"

The Marble Library was built for writing and reading, and so the windows let in as much light as possible, but there's only so much that can be done in a room of this size with callow and wick. In the uneven light that flitted across their table, his eyes seemed feverish, reflecting chips of light back in harsh fragments.

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Cole Harper
 Posted: Feb 2 2018, 10:23 AM
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At first, Jer’s attention was so entirely absorbed by the weathered book in front of him that his responses were nothing more than pre-recorded, memorized answers. They came on cue, and the phrases were delivered accurately, but the actual meaning behind them was quite obviously vacant. Cole’s faint smile briefly changed into one slightly vexed, but he could not bring himself to truly be annoyed by his friend’s distraction. He only wished, in hindsight, that he had waited to deliver the Averian book until after this conversation.

Eventually, though, his newfound information took hold, and in the dancing candlelight Jer’s gleaming eyes found his. Cole’s bright eyes met his in silence and let the quiet of night filter in around them for one small eternity. They had taken the necessary and apprehensive turn in conversation that he both fretted over and thrilled about. There was no going back, no more opportunities to change his mind now that Jer’s attention had been secured. Cole only wanted to ensure that it remained that way for the sentences that would follow.

“Several even, perhaps.” he finally answered, his cadence the same despite the churning of his stomach. His fingers meticulously laced themselves together atop the table, the motion so slow and deliberate that his stalling was grotesquely apparent. “There was an Averian priest who could speak the ancient language, and he had at least one of the volumes that he would use to teach the more devout at his temple in Sirenia. When the capital fell, he fled with his followers and took that book with him somewhere in the high reaches of Hentu’s Spine. Where exactly in the mountains, no one knows. Word has it the priest was slain when traveling for provisions and his followers filtered out after that, leaving everything behind.”

Silence emanated throughout the room once more, and Cole’s eyes fell to his clasped hands. He took the time to appreciate and wonder at the oddity of both terror and unprecedented exhilaration fusing together into one utterly baffling emotion. He had taken so much time ruminating over how he would deliver the news to Jer, and yet now that he sat here in that anticipated moment, all the eloquent words he had devised were nowhere to be found in his memory. “I’m going after them. Soon, maybe in a week.” He forced his eyes back up to Jer’s then, respecting his friend too greatly to shy from his gaze during his final admission. “This won’t just be a quick trip, I’m sure you know that. A year… maybe several… I’m not sure.”

Now that his friend's attention was on him, Cole hoped the truths that were buried beneath the surface would be more obvious. That he would not be able to make regular visits to the Library. That he thought, in the dark trenches of his mind that had absorbed the treachery of war, oppression, and loss, this might be the last time they’d ever see each other.

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 Posted: Feb 2 2018, 12:25 PM
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Jer listened to Cole's narrative at last, rapt and following every shocking twist. This was like learning that one of the great beasts of old whose petrified bones sometimes surfaced after an earthquake was alive, and had been spirited away to some remote mountain cave and left there unguarded.

As he listened, he closed the book delicately, placing it carefully on the seat of a chair beside him--the one furthest from the wine. Then he picked up the cup of wine. His eyes were fixed on Cole as he brought it to his lips, sniffing it as discreetly as he had the book before taking a sip. It flowed smoothly and pleasantly into his mouth, the slight acidic burn and tang of the hearty vintage waking him slightly from his earlier torpor. He swallowed it, savoring the warmth that spread through his throat and chest, and quickly took another one.

And then came close to choking when Cole said he was leaving.

His lips pinched tight together, at least helping him avoid an embarrassing spray, but he still made strangled noises through his nose. His eyes watered once he managed to swallow it down, and he rubbed them briskly as he gasped for air.

"Several...years?" he managed, hating the sound of himself just repeating after Cole. He tried again, only to find himself parroting his companion once more: "You're leaving?"

He dipped his head down slightly, one hand curling around the tarnished stem of the old goblet, fingers closing slowly and thoughtfully on its curves. He shook his head a little impatiently, trying to stem the tide of panic that fluttered up hotly from his stomach. He tried to hold it where it was, sitting just below his sternum.

"I keep just repeating after you." He tried to smile, as if he was making a joke, but then quickly abandoned the effort, roughly running his free hand through his hair. His other hand stayed on the goblet like a lifeline. He started staring down into the wine, rusty with his words, seeking some and finding just more grasping and groping. "But I..." Staring very intently at the wine. Its surface quivered slightly as his hand did.

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Over the course of the last twenty years, from the early days of political rebellion and revolution, to the years of retreat and hiding, to the final and endless lull of gathering up what was left in an attempt to rebuild society, Cole had never quite stopped to think about or fully appreciate the friendship he and Jer had forged during that entire era. It simply was, perpetual and stabilizing and never questioned. He had always presumed offhandedly that he was the rock his friend needed to lean upon, but in willfully stepping away from Tyrgere, he discovered imbalance and fear on his own part. It had not occurred to him, really, that these trips to the Marble Library had not only been for Jer.

And now he was leaving, unraveling twenty years of steadfast, reliable comradery.

The surprise and panic that arose when the news delivered was satisfying only in that Jer had not responded with indifference. It did not, however, serve to calm Cole’s nerves in the least. Instead, the sight of visibly upsetting his friend sent him spiraling on a path of needing to justify the blow, and his lost composure failed to maintain its checks and balances before the words started gushing out.

“It might be a shorter time… but I doubt it. There are no foot trails in the high ranges, no maps marking this cave’s location… and even once I do find it, if I ever do, there’s decoding and translating to be on site. Runes written on the walls of the major towns that need to be documented before they’re destroyed… other books to search for…” he was rambling and knew it, but he was also powerless to stop it. Cole made a grand effort to slow himself by picking up his chalice and forcing a mouthful of the wine down, but even that only gained him a second of catching his breath afterward.

“If I travel back and forth from Tyrgere too often, that could start to look suspicious. So much of the territory between here and there is contested and unsafe.” His eyes were now staring intensely at the wine in his glass in the same fashion Jer was across from him, all hope of composure and poise momentarily abandoned. “And I can’t just ignore the information I’ve been given. What if someone else finds it first? What if they destroy it?” An unfathomable thought that Cole refused to accept, but he knew that threat was very real. Plenty of people out there still wanted remnants of the past to be obliterated from written history.

At last, eyes ventured back up again, continuing their dance of bravery and cowardice. His raving had briefly tired itself out, and his gaze implored for understanding. “You know I have to do this, right?”

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Jeremiah Menahem
 Posted: Feb 3 2018, 04:19 PM
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Where strong emotions served as a cork in Jeremiah's throat, bottling all his easy words tight inside, they seemed to turn Cole into a veritable waterfall. Words tumbled forth, skipping over each other in a confusing patter. They all spoke reason individually, but collectively lost their sense, rushing by like so much noise. Jer could see his companion's distress, possibly saw someone other than himself clearly for the first time in years.

Curiously, Cole's sudden discomfiture and attendant rambling seemed to help Jer gather himself. He looked up slowly from his wine to see the fair-headed man staring fixedly into his, narrating down at the dark liquid with a familiar intensity. Jer almost smiled to see it, but the tightness in his throat was too distracting. He reached forward across the table and grasped the other man's forearm firmly but gently, like a fragile book, heedless of interrupting his speech.

"Cole," he said. His voice wasn't steady at all, but he managed to talk as if he couldn't hear its slight quaver. "I know. I mean. I don't exactly know." He pulled his hand back to his cup once more. "Honestly, I was about to ask why you couldn't just send someone else to do it. A real delivery boy. Younger and more expendable."

A slight twitch of his mouth at that. He'd managed to hold his dark eyes up to Cole's light ones for most of that, but at this point they slid back down, as if succumbing to gravity. He exhaled heavily.

"I'm going to talk honestly. I know I don't have a right to ask you not to do this. I know this...doesn't make sense."

With a force of will that almost looked like a physical effort, he dragged his eyes back up. Vulnerability had never frightened him. Honesty had never frightened him. This was someone he had known for more than half of his life, and he was pretty sure he didn't frighten him, either.

"I know we see each other maybe every few months. Maybe I've gotten too...isolated...here. But especially with the outside world being what it is it's...it's very hard." A little flicker of bistre irises, resisting the temptation to another staring contest with his drink. His fingers tightened around the stem, its ridges leaving hidden imprints on their tips. "To contemplate not seeing you again."

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