Post by bobaTJ on May 2, 2020 16:04:33 GMT -5
May 2020
Tarwyn was merely flipping through a graphic novel when he heard it.
skkKKKKTCH
The green blobling's ears folded back. His first thought was that a badly-timed snekkit battle may be happening in the stacks, and that he should run unless he wanted to get involved by association. A scan of the room, though, brought him only a glance of The Librarian. She made eye contact. His ears perked back up.
"You. Come," she said.
And back down his ears went. Tarwyn considered bringing the book with him, but decided instead to carefully place it back on its shelf, making pointed eye contact with The Librarian while doing so. See? All safe. My, the things he'd heard. With his ears still flat against his head, Tarwyn did as asked and approached The Librarian. She seemed annoyed to have made her wait, or maybe it was the unusual art she was destroying.
"Rip these up," The Librarian ordered, "When you're done, there's been a racket outside that has been bothering me - there are not enough poffdula trees near my Library, so bloblings have been fighting over the coloured ink like they own certain trees. Go get some of the pods and stick them in the ground - they will grow new trees. I trust that this will resolve the bickering."
She gave Tarwyn one last angry glance before disappearing into the shelves. Tarwyn watched her go carefully, lest she burst out of the stacks to tell him that he had actually done something wrong. She didn't. Tarwyn's ears finally returned to their proper status and he peered down at the torn paper before him.
What was all of this? Tarwyn remembered vaguely some sort of call for art. He glanced up at the wall, then back down at the art laying in piles before him. There definitely seemed to be a bit of a difference in quality, and some of this... some of this was downright lewd. At least, he was pretty sure it was. Tarwyn extended his little claws and used his little paws to tear apart the Illegal Art, and found it more satisfying than he'd thought it would be. It did feel wrong, somehow, to be destroying things that someblobby had spent time making. At least some of it seemed like they had spent time on it. Some of this had surely been drawn with feet or tails or tentacles, too. Tarwyn looked off in the direction The Librarian had gone and frowned slightly. Well, he'd just have to keep some of it for himself, then.
When he was finished, Tarwyn wasn't entirely sure what to do with the torn scraps. Could they be used for other things? He could find a bin and toss them, but what if it was the wrong bin? The Librarian may well eat him alive. Instead, he piled the scraps into significantly more neat piles. From a nearby desk be pulled a quill and scrawled a blue "DONE" on the topmost, middlemost stack. He gathered some pretty scraps he could not let go into his arms, and then he scurried away before anyone could tell him it was wrong.
Once outside, Tarwyn beckoned his backobirden. The enormous creature would be just fine for transporting pods. His meowlers peeked over the rim of the baskobirden's backet and watched as he approached one of the noted bickering groups. An orange blobling shouted at a pink blobling about a tree which, to Tarwyn, looked exactly like all the others. The pink blobling had arms, and they were so involved in gesturing with them that, at first, they didn't see Tarwyn approach and pop off a pod. The orange blobling, floating in the air, turned and shouted: "HEY!!"
Tarwyn's ears flattened and he said in a rush: "I'mjustgonnagrowsomemore,pleaseplease." So it went like this, the orange blobling shouting at him and the pink blobling moving in to steal behind then, while Tarwyn hurriedly handed pods to his meowlers to take up to their perch while apologizing and begging for peace. Finally, when a fair number of pods had been collected, and the orange blobling had turned its attention to trying to divebomb its pink nemesis, Tarwyn scuttled up his backobirden's legs and then guided it off to another part of the corpse of trees. The giant creature leaned over and poured forth the pods (and Tarwyn and is meowlers with them), and Tarwyn set himself to making little divots in the ground and pushing the pods in. It turned out that throwing his full force down on them got it done fairly quickly and was, actually, pretty freakin' fun. Tarwyn had planted a few dozen pods by the time he ran out and, with a satisfied sigh, gathered up his colorful scraps again and climbed up his baskobirden to ride home.
Tarwyn was merely flipping through a graphic novel when he heard it.
skkKKKKTCH
The green blobling's ears folded back. His first thought was that a badly-timed snekkit battle may be happening in the stacks, and that he should run unless he wanted to get involved by association. A scan of the room, though, brought him only a glance of The Librarian. She made eye contact. His ears perked back up.
"You. Come," she said.
And back down his ears went. Tarwyn considered bringing the book with him, but decided instead to carefully place it back on its shelf, making pointed eye contact with The Librarian while doing so. See? All safe. My, the things he'd heard. With his ears still flat against his head, Tarwyn did as asked and approached The Librarian. She seemed annoyed to have made her wait, or maybe it was the unusual art she was destroying.
"Rip these up," The Librarian ordered, "When you're done, there's been a racket outside that has been bothering me - there are not enough poffdula trees near my Library, so bloblings have been fighting over the coloured ink like they own certain trees. Go get some of the pods and stick them in the ground - they will grow new trees. I trust that this will resolve the bickering."
She gave Tarwyn one last angry glance before disappearing into the shelves. Tarwyn watched her go carefully, lest she burst out of the stacks to tell him that he had actually done something wrong. She didn't. Tarwyn's ears finally returned to their proper status and he peered down at the torn paper before him.
What was all of this? Tarwyn remembered vaguely some sort of call for art. He glanced up at the wall, then back down at the art laying in piles before him. There definitely seemed to be a bit of a difference in quality, and some of this... some of this was downright lewd. At least, he was pretty sure it was. Tarwyn extended his little claws and used his little paws to tear apart the Illegal Art, and found it more satisfying than he'd thought it would be. It did feel wrong, somehow, to be destroying things that someblobby had spent time making. At least some of it seemed like they had spent time on it. Some of this had surely been drawn with feet or tails or tentacles, too. Tarwyn looked off in the direction The Librarian had gone and frowned slightly. Well, he'd just have to keep some of it for himself, then.
When he was finished, Tarwyn wasn't entirely sure what to do with the torn scraps. Could they be used for other things? He could find a bin and toss them, but what if it was the wrong bin? The Librarian may well eat him alive. Instead, he piled the scraps into significantly more neat piles. From a nearby desk be pulled a quill and scrawled a blue "DONE" on the topmost, middlemost stack. He gathered some pretty scraps he could not let go into his arms, and then he scurried away before anyone could tell him it was wrong.
Once outside, Tarwyn beckoned his backobirden. The enormous creature would be just fine for transporting pods. His meowlers peeked over the rim of the baskobirden's backet and watched as he approached one of the noted bickering groups. An orange blobling shouted at a pink blobling about a tree which, to Tarwyn, looked exactly like all the others. The pink blobling had arms, and they were so involved in gesturing with them that, at first, they didn't see Tarwyn approach and pop off a pod. The orange blobling, floating in the air, turned and shouted: "HEY!!"
Tarwyn's ears flattened and he said in a rush: "I'mjustgonnagrowsomemore,pleaseplease." So it went like this, the orange blobling shouting at him and the pink blobling moving in to steal behind then, while Tarwyn hurriedly handed pods to his meowlers to take up to their perch while apologizing and begging for peace. Finally, when a fair number of pods had been collected, and the orange blobling had turned its attention to trying to divebomb its pink nemesis, Tarwyn scuttled up his backobirden's legs and then guided it off to another part of the corpse of trees. The giant creature leaned over and poured forth the pods (and Tarwyn and is meowlers with them), and Tarwyn set himself to making little divots in the ground and pushing the pods in. It turned out that throwing his full force down on them got it done fairly quickly and was, actually, pretty freakin' fun. Tarwyn had planted a few dozen pods by the time he ran out and, with a satisfied sigh, gathered up his colorful scraps again and climbed up his baskobirden to ride home.