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Ryan checked his phone. It was 4 in the afternoon as he entered Sac State Library. He tugged at bookbag around his shoulder, the books that have consumed his attention for the past few months were killing his arm. The textbooks in there didn't help much either. I hope that theres a free computer terminal. He thought as he looked around for a free computer.
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After a few minutes of waiting, Ryan found a computer. He sat down and took off his bookbag. His shoulder was throbbing a little. He opened up the internet, opened a few tabs and went to google on all of them. Ryan hoped that there was someone in Sacramento that could help him figer out what the hell was going on.
He quickly typed up a few words that came to mind, mostly limiting it to bookstores, places with weird markings, and anything else unusual, limited it to the local area, placed different search criteria into each page and clicked search on each one. "C'mon. Give me something to work with." He muttered to himself quietly as his fingers drummed impatiently against the table.
Henry walked into the library, almost casually. He had orders, and they came from on high. Something had attacked this place, something that has to be stopped.
First order of business was to figure out how much the Sleepers had seen. Henry tried to get a look at what everyone was reading as he walked among the tables. Anything on esoteric subjects was a danger.
He then went, slowly, to the computers area, pondering that people today just don't use books like they used to. He tries to pose as library staff and walks slowly through, taking a not-so-inconspicuous look at each screen with a stern look on his face. Maintaining cover demands that he reprimand those looking at porn, even though taht's not the real object of his search.
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Ryan shook his head. There was alot of information on the internet, problem was there was sometimes too much. the lists complied already were making his head hurt from just thinking about looking through them. He reached down and grabbed his book bag
He took a deep breath and fished through it. He the pulled out one of those dammed books that had been consumeing his attention for months.
He took a few glances left and right and started trying to make sense of the texts for what felt like the 100th time already. I'll figer it all out eventually...
It takes Henry a few moments to spot the content of Ryan's studies. Once he does, however, he gets close to the man. Sneaking would be too rash a term. Sidling would be more appropriate. He crouches down next to Ryan, with an easy view of the computer screen as well, and asks in a quiet, library-ish voice. "Do you need help with anything, young man?"
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Ryan nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard that voice. He snapped the book shut and slipped it back into his bookbag. "Uh, no. I'm doing great, thanks." He said with a nervious smile.
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Ollie scans the library, looking for the green bookbag. Spotting it he walks over and takes a seat at the computer station next to Ryan's. He chills for a minute, watching him out of the corner of his eye. Finally, he looks over "Hey, man, the name's Ollie. Have we met before? You look familiar. Uhhh, that class on lost Atlantis, right? You remember?"
Henry makes a small soothing motion. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. No need to be so nervous." He chooses a name at random from the few on the list he saw. "'wearenotalone.org' doesn't sound like anything harmful. It's just really not something the average student looks at. Why would you spend your time poring through that kind of material?"
He gives at glance up at Ollie's approach, followed by a more intent look once the course subject's been mentionned.
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(( Ollie's Active spells trigger Henry's Unseen Senses ))
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(( Resume posting ))
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