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The city outside was so very lively, and so late into the night as well, it was strange.
Tired of not being able to hear yourself think, you turn to walk into the building nearest you.
A gold sign hung above the entrance, "Archives of Twire" written on it in fading silver letters.
If anything the building looked very old.
The paint was peeling, the windows were dusty...
Couldn't be too many people, right?
And so you entered without another thought to it.

Once inside, it appeared almost too empty... In fact, no one was there.
A stunning silence was draped over the place, almost as if the doors were sound proof.
As long as you were here tho, it couldn't hurt to have a look around.
Surveying the area, it appeared that you were in a library of some sort, tho that made sense with the title of the place so it wasn't really a shock.
Still tho, it was huge...
Thousands of shelves, each with hundreds of books of their own.
Curious, you walk over to the nearest bookshelf.
Some of the titles are written in an unfamiliar language.
Those that weren't were still strange.
History of history."
Tera-tel."
Ghansem."
Longing for the books to explain their titles and realizing they wouldn't jump out and yell the answer to you, you extend a hand towards the first one of the shelf-

-"HEY! Who said you could come in here?!"

- - -

You yank your hand away from the books, shuffling several feet away and searching for the source of the voice.
Looking upwards you notice an aisha leaning over the golden railing from one of the upper floors.

-"Don't even think about touching any of those!"-
You sat there frozen, regretting your decision to enter the building.
The aisha turned on his heel and disappeared, tho you could tell his location by the sudden, and harsh stomping of boots coming from the staircase to your right.
He emerged from under the arched doorway over the steps, marching briskly to your location, glowering.

-"Well?"-
He stopped about six feet from you, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently on the rug, all the while maintaining his steady glare.
Before you could answer, he put up a hand to stop you.
He raised his other hand to his forehead, rubbing it slowly.

-"Just... Don't mess anything up, okay? Trust me, I'll know if a single book, a single page is out of place, get it?"-
You nodded hesitantly, unsure of what to say to him.

-"... It's Metro, by the way. My name. Metro Skelmoraw, if you wanted to know that."
Metro huffed, he seemed unused to any sort of socializing.
Even if he wasn't, his social skills left a lot to be desired.
His duty had been performed and as such he had no need to hang around and watch you explore, so he turned and left, walking nearly to the other end of the building before disappearing behind a distant bookshelf...

- - -

Name: Metro Skelmoraw.
Nickname: Met, Skelleton. Doesn't enjoy being called either.
Gender: Male.
Age: 19.
Personality and quirks: Rude, anti-social, over protective of his books, unconcerned with other's situations or problems, feels lonely often but doesn't care seeking to better this condition.
Parents: Passed away.
Siblings: Only child.
Friends: *Laugh*
Enemies: Just about anyone he spares more then two words to.
Weapon: Fire gauntlet, temporarily shifts his fire-aligned abilities into a sharp pillar of flames from his wrist, resembles a sword of sorts. If used for an extended period of time it begins to burn, so obviously it cannot be used for long battles or anything of the sort.

Likes: Arguments, hurling various insults at others, the archives, thunderstorms, Twire, hot chocolate, history, all non-fiction books, discovery, reading, lemon tea, sour things, competing, the quiet, hanging out by himself.

Loathes: Conversing with others, intelligent insults used against him (Wishing he himself had thought of them), his books in disarray, anything disorganized really, anything really salty, other people in general, visitors.

- - -

-"Finished amusing yourself at other's expense yet?"
Metro's voice sounded directly behind you, you jump slightly, surprised and turn to see him walk right past you and walk behind the shelf across from you.
Peering around the corner you see him rearranging various books in what seemed to have obviously been some sort of order, but what that order was exactly, you could not tell.
Metro glanced up at you from his spot on the ground, bent over the lower sections of the shelf.

-"By date... I'm organized them by the time they were published."
He said, reading your confused expression.
Determined to make himself seem impressive, or perhaps he was merely on auto-pilot, he added

-"Which is extremely difficult because these have been recorded down to the minute."
He stood, still carrying a small stack of books, but instead of looking for their rightful shelf space he dropped them on a small round table that stood between two red chairs.
Metro then settled himself comfortably into one of said two chairs, snatched a book from the stack and opened it about mid-way, his face disappearing into the pages.
You stood there, unsure of what to do next.
Looking up from his book, Metro blinked lazily at you.

-"I didn't invite you here so I'm not exactly obligated to make sure you're entertained. Do what you will as long as it isn't destructive."
His tone suggested he didn't truly trust you not to burn the place to the ground, but also hinted that he was too entranced to care.
His face scrunched up in concentration, still staring expectantly at the book.
Apparently unsatisfied, he tossed it back onto the table, reaching for the next in the pile.

-" What're you doing...?

-"Searching for something... Connections, anything."

-" Connections to what?

-"Them... My parents, for some reason they supposedly died around the same time the continents started shifting.
Maybe it's just a coincidence, people die all the time in fact...
People are telling me I'm crazy, but I know something's up.
I'm never alone anymore...

They're so nosy and they think they have a right to be so, what happened to privacy?"
Metro trailed off, his voice still audible but he sounded as if he weren't talking to you anymore, rather then relaying his thoughts.

-"Books are going missing, ones on the particular subject I'm researching which is definitely no coincidence.
There's been an increase of visitors which I wouldn't have liked in the best of circumstances but this...
It's just obnoxious, annoying.
They think they're so clever... So smart.
I'll show them, by figuring this out.
I'd like to see them try to keep me from it.
I'm no idiot..."

- - -

-"It was way back...
About eight years ago, I think.
I wasn't at home, I'd gone exploring Twire since it's huge and what kid wouldn't want to.
Course I noticed there were a lot of Ghansem's soldiers stomping around.
I never was a big fan, they've always been creepy to me.
They didn't seem the friendly type...
In any case, everyone was talking about it, the shifting.
A few of the worlds closer continents were slowly drifting closer to each other.
Soon enough they'd all crash together and a lot of people were concerned about war breaking out, I mean who wouldn't want to rule such a big land mass.

So then the soldiers started making a big fuss, whispering "It just burned down, just like that."
I had no clue the heck they were talking about, so I continued on my walk home, only to find that our house next to the archives had been, guess what, burned to the ground.
I don't really remember much past that, it was sort of just a dull time.
I inherited the archives and, since my house was gone, stayed here...
I still do stay here.
In fact I didn't leave hardly ever.
I started looking through all sorts of books.
I wasn't sure where to start, I grabbed books on Ghansem, books about fires, even some newer ones about the shifting of the continents and predictions on what the continent's leaders would do next.
I keep getting closer and closer to an answer, but yeah... The books are disappearing.
Those jerks...

When I was about fifteen, I caught a nasty fever.
It didn't slow me down any, I still searched furiously for the answer I needed...
Because I don't think they're dead, my parents.
I think they're out there...
So my fever got worse.
I wasn't doing anything to stop it, either.
And so it continued to progress, until I couldn't get out of bed.
I just grabbed all the nearest books on the subject I was reading up on and tore through them while I rested up.
For whatever reason, it never went away.
In fact, for a few short days, I felt so hot I thought I'd burn to a crisp...
Guess it wasn't all too far from the truth.
I had some nightmares about the fire that had burned my old home.
I awoke three days later feeling better then ever.
I wasn't about to sit and wonder why, so I headed straight for more books since I'd finished the ones from before.
I was incredibly frustrated for the lost nights that I could have been working.
Mad, even...
I picked up the nearest book rather resentfully and it burst into flames, as did my hands.
I was shocked but it didn't burn in the least...
Not at first.
After a while it grew uncomfortably warm, my hand.
I was panicking but everyone knows that's no good, so I tried to calm myself.
As I did, the flames disappeared and my hand cooled down.

I guess it wasn't your ordinary illness...
A week and many burnt books later, I invented these gauntlets-"
Metro lifted his arms for a moment, showing off two shiny metal gloves that cut off at the hands.

-"-That sort of keep things in check. They're not perfect and I still have incidents, but I've burned a lot less books since then, so whatever...
Nothing else has really happened, I guess.
I'm still researching.
The answer is proving terribly hard to find...

...
Hold on...
Why am I telling you any of this?"

- - -

He stared at you bewildered, unsure of why he just poured out his story from eleven to nineteen to you, a complete stranger.

-"Don't do that!"

-Don't do what?"

-"What ever it was that you did."
He huffed and stuck his nose back in his book.
Metro's ears twitched slightly, then shifted to the front door.
He stood abruptly, grabbing you by the arm and started dragging you towards the staircase.

-"C'mon, I can't pull you all the way up the steps, you're gonna have to help me!"

-Why would I-

-"Just do it!"
The two of you scrambled quickly up the stairs and to the next floor, where Metro stood by the railing and pushed down on your head, forcing you to your knees.
The front down on the floor below you suddenly burst open, two figures that were hard to make out strolled in confidently, it didn't seem they cared if anyone knew they were there.

-"Ghansem's pawns. C'mon..."
Metro lightly tapped your shoulder and headed for the next set of stairs, not pausing to see if you were following.
Once over the steps you realized the two soldiers were already on the floor you'd just been on, and were now tearing over the shelves like a miniature tornado.
Glancing at Metro you notice a look of utter disgust painted on his face.
He was obviously not enjoying the scene...

Then as soon as it had began, it was over.
One of the soldiers tucked a small book under his arm, then the two of them ran at the -blocked-
The one carrying the book put up his free arm to rbace himself, the one without used both and they burst through the glass like they were diving into water, and they were gone.

-"Brilliant. Extra cleaning for me and I have a window to replace..."

- - -

You watched as Metro picked up the books and replaced them on the selves, one by one.

-"Don't even try to help, I have a system and you'll mess it up. I'm trying to find out what book was stolen, and I have a hunch..."
He trailed off, losing himself in his thoughts.
As he sorted through the mess on the floor, you couldn't help but notice a particularly colorful collection of books on the shelf to your right.
It couldn't hurt to take a look, after all Metro was busy and he could be looking for who knew how long...

-

-invalid_words- Book adoptables

Rules:
1) You didn't make them, so don't remove Credit.
2) This falls under the "don't remove credit" bit, but... Don't enter in any contest of any kind.
3) Don't take an adoptable that doesn't belong to you.
4) Be patient, if I'm doing an adoptable for you it might not be done in a half hour, and I will let you know when it's finished.

That should be it!

Base colors
Blue

Green

Red

Yellow

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Customs:

Dhemiurge

Taken. cB

Pheonikla

Rhadamanth -App-

Taken. cB

Lauzil

Taken. cB

Dusk___71

Snackar

Conlusion -App-

Taken. cB

Devuis

Ziadorn -App-

Waiting list:
None

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-"Ahah!"
Metro's exclamation made you jump slightly, and you inched away from the bookshelf.

-"Now they're just being annoying... Do you know what they took?"
You shook your head no.

-"Nothing! Might as well be, anyway. Strange plants native to Tera-tel, a useless book really.
Completely irrelevant.
My guess is that they're finally wising up.
They know they can't keep the information from me...
So instead they'll keep me from the information.
They're trying to bug me enough to draw me out I guess.
And...
It's working, actually.
Next time I see them I'll punch 'em so hard they'll fall out the window, and not on purpose this time... Ugh.
I'll clean up the rest later..."
Metro scowled with one more glance at the broken glass, then shivered at the slight breeze that entered the room.

-"Just another of my enemies..."

-Another?"

-"Yeah... I know it's hard to believe, what with my obvious charm and my friendly attitude, but I have quite a few enemies, actually."

- - -

Ardlas//
This guy...
He visits a lot, since he mainly hangs in Twire and likes to visit the whole city each and every single day.
Worst part is he's a real jerk, and he keeps calling the Archives a Library, can you believe it?
I've told him thousands of times, he calls it the library just to spite me and I know it.
He just has to touch every single book, too.
Imagine my sheer joy when I find out he also works at Light's outpost, the one place I visit occasionally.
Not only do I get to see him in here every day but he's always there waiting for me.
I don't like him and he doesn't like me...

Light//
This guy is a bit more bearable, I suppose.
Light isn't really a regular since he's always traveling, something I don't like because that means more Ardlas...
Anyways.
When Light is here tho, I get the weird feeling he wants to steal up a book and sell it for profit, the little sneak.
What's worse is he only sells odd trinkets, and he definitely thinks the same of my books.
Odd trinkets...
It's despicable.
But at least he doesn't come around just to bug me, and I guess he rarely comes anyway which is a good thing.
Over all I don't mind him... much.

Key//
I'll admit it, she's not an idiot exactly...
And she's got a plethora of insults, most of which are fairly well crafted so I'll give her credit.
But she is not a friend, just because I'm not a cheerful person doesn't mean I'm the opposite.
Insulting someone doesn't mean I like you in my own twisted way, an insult is an insult, however...
I don't have many people to argue with, and abandon the hope of someone well learned, but I do enjoy such things and speaking with Key is as close as it gets to a heated argument.
In this way, I suppose she's the closest thing to a "Friend" that I'll ever come by.
Just don't get the wrong idea, okay...?

- - -

-"Anyway, you should probably get going.
It's not unlikely for those guys to come back several times a day, and I don't want to have to worry about you while I'm trying to deal with them, too.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't really worry in that sense...
Anyway.

I guess, on the off chance you ever want to come back, here's the address.
Keep it if you will, I won't force you to tho.
Heck, while you're here, take a look at these too.
There are a lot of other great places for you to spend your time, at least that way you won't be wasting mine.

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