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[Soleil Altan]

Sequestered away in some corner of a temple library, Sol was going about his common pastime of burying himself in books. The library wasn't popular with the average acolyte in the first place unless they had research or something that they'd been told to do or whatever. This gave Sol lots of space and time for the kind of studying he liked.

Plus he preferred physical training in the evening when it was cooler. Near noon was reading time, as evidenced by the small semi-neat collection of physical copies and datapads on the table by the young acolyte's chair. He sat cross-legged in the chair, oversized and well-worn black hoodie comfy around him. A couple droids manned the library, paying Sol's quiet self no mind at all. Most didn't anyway and he'd hadn't given any reason for interruption from others yet.

Several books had little slips of paper serving as page markers. Today he was on a reading quest, looking for something more specific instead of reading just for fun. Not that he wasn't having fun- he was- but usually he just read whatever he found interesting or relevant to something else he was learning. Ocean eyes seemed glued to the pages all the same, though. Hopefully he'd find another reference before mealtime.

It was like a puzzle! Sol liked puzzles.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Posing as Raze at all times was getting exceptionally tedious. With his identity as the President now recognized all over the galaxy, he very well couldn’t venture into Sith libraries without a helmet. As a result, he constantly had to wear some form of armor even for mundane activities like reading an ancient tome. On top of that, the librarian was a crotchety old woman that somehow managed to strike fear even into him. He had attempted to name drop to walk out with some tomes and got such a stern lecture that he promptly sat right back down and remembered to pay some late fees.

And so the infamous Darth Raze was stuck at the library since he was temporarily banned from checking out more books due to being delinquent multiple times. Fortunately, his mere presence was an excellent deterrent for most individuals and he was allowed uninterrupted reading time.

Today he was growing frustrated by the lack of information on the fourth, mysterious caste of the Arandu. The job he had given Kara to steal him a particular painting still hadn’t been completed, and he was left to search for answers elsewhere for now. He was seated at a table with multiple books open, along with pages scattered everywhere.

Near Sol, he would hear two other acolytes come in, both whispering about Darth Raze being spotted a few rows over. These two acolytes, both teenagers, were being obnoxiously loud, paying no heed to the fact that a child was attempting to read near them.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Soleil Altan]

Mumbled mutterings at about stage whisper volume got Sol's attention even after several seconds of trying really hard to ignore them. Ocean eyes looked up from the page they'd been poring over at the mention of a Darth, dark brows dropping above a tiny frown as he emerged from his focus.

Darth Maise? Who named themselves after corn? Or was it Laze? He hadn't been paying attention until that point. Sol leaned sideways in his chair to look around for a person who was surely some kind of mythical creature from how he was spoken about but only got a vague glimpse of dark pants around a bookshelf's corner.

He grimaced, looking at the two who kept up a storm of conversation in the middle of a library. Couldn't they do that somewhere else? The librarian was rumored among the acolytes to be as powerful as a member of the Council and she didn't much care for noise. Unfortunately, she was over by the desk doing librarian things or something, too far to hear the increasingly loud duo.

Sol thought they much resembled a pile of pork scratchings in a towel, huddled together in their robes as they gossiped. Lumpy, out of place, and with an abundance of irritating sounds. They didn't notice Sol glaring at them from behind his book. He formed an idea.

His legs unfolded from his chair and he slipped off, closing his book and placing it on a nearby cart. One by one the rest were stacked atop and, with a bit of effort, he got it rolling down an aisle toward the Corn Lord. Powered by an irate-looking child the cart emerged from around a corner toward the table adjacent to the Darth's. Sol glanced around the cart and quickly determined he'd misheard the massive man's name.

Everyone knew who Raze was. In fact, every other library-goer was keeping away from a radius around the helmeted man and his messy piles of research materials. Assuming Sol's proximity was noticed he pointed to his own pile of stuff, himself, and then the free table with a questioning look while the two teens stared at him around a bookshelf corner as if he'd grown an extra head.

@Sreeya