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Vows are spoken to be broken
The library in the Palace was rather more impressive than first impressions had led Ignis to believe. The view on entering through the main door was certainly grand, the old, heavy shelves and sweeping mezzanine framing the scale of the room in a way that was as aesthetically pleasing as it was practical.
It was deceptive, however. Ignis's first impression had been that it was a beautiful if old library, and perhaps a little smaller than the royal library in the Citadel. Further exploration, however, had revealed the library in the Palace to be reminiscent of much of the rest of the Palace. Narrow stacks gave way to hidden channels and gulleys where incautious perusal could find oneself captured in a swirling eddy of space and books where some helpful soul had installed a couch, or a table. Some of the books were older than Ignis would have cared to guess, displaying their age in the scent of dry paper and ancient dust that permeated the air in whole sections of the library itself.
Gladio spent a lot of time here. Ignis himself had whiled away many an hour browsing the varied subjects and authors. The filing system was best described as idiosyncratic, but there was an order there. The library was cared for by somebody, or perhaps a few somebodies with differing ideas of what made an efficient system of storage and retrieval. The library had a handful of regular occupants who might lay claim to various sections and subsections of its literature.
One potential candidate was Ienzo. Ignis wasn't sure what age to place on him, only that he was at once too old to be a boy, and too young for the word 'man' to automatically present itself. As far as Ignis could discern Ienzo kept to himself, and treated the library as something of a base of operations for whatever it was he did.
Study, perhaps. Study alchemy in particular, which was the subject Ignis wished to address, and the reason he ventured into the library to locate him. Gladio's half remembered warning from some ancient book hadn't left Ignis's mind. If anyone was likely to know how dangerous the Lucian position could become, with regards to Niflheim, it was Ienzo.
Ienzo wasn't alone in the library of course. Gladio's reiatsu had left its impression on the area, as obvious to Ignis as a scream in the silence due to its familiarity. One signature persisted, like an undercurrent, even though its origin hadn't been present for some time. Another was clearly L, who never ventured far into the stacks but lingered interminably around a workstation and could be found there at all hours, just as he was now.
As Ignis moved closer to where Ienzo seemed to reside he could detect another, very faint marker of another person. Someone else Ignis had never met who seemed to move in the same circles as Ienzo's much clearer trail.
When he found Ienzo, sequestered in a corner of the library that was deceptively private, Ignis gave the young man a polite nod. "Forgive my intrusion," he began, "we haven't been formally introduced. My name is Ignis Scientia."
It was deceptive, however. Ignis's first impression had been that it was a beautiful if old library, and perhaps a little smaller than the royal library in the Citadel. Further exploration, however, had revealed the library in the Palace to be reminiscent of much of the rest of the Palace. Narrow stacks gave way to hidden channels and gulleys where incautious perusal could find oneself captured in a swirling eddy of space and books where some helpful soul had installed a couch, or a table. Some of the books were older than Ignis would have cared to guess, displaying their age in the scent of dry paper and ancient dust that permeated the air in whole sections of the library itself.
Gladio spent a lot of time here. Ignis himself had whiled away many an hour browsing the varied subjects and authors. The filing system was best described as idiosyncratic, but there was an order there. The library was cared for by somebody, or perhaps a few somebodies with differing ideas of what made an efficient system of storage and retrieval. The library had a handful of regular occupants who might lay claim to various sections and subsections of its literature.
One potential candidate was Ienzo. Ignis wasn't sure what age to place on him, only that he was at once too old to be a boy, and too young for the word 'man' to automatically present itself. As far as Ignis could discern Ienzo kept to himself, and treated the library as something of a base of operations for whatever it was he did.
Study, perhaps. Study alchemy in particular, which was the subject Ignis wished to address, and the reason he ventured into the library to locate him. Gladio's half remembered warning from some ancient book hadn't left Ignis's mind. If anyone was likely to know how dangerous the Lucian position could become, with regards to Niflheim, it was Ienzo.
Ienzo wasn't alone in the library of course. Gladio's reiatsu had left its impression on the area, as obvious to Ignis as a scream in the silence due to its familiarity. One signature persisted, like an undercurrent, even though its origin hadn't been present for some time. Another was clearly L, who never ventured far into the stacks but lingered interminably around a workstation and could be found there at all hours, just as he was now.
As Ignis moved closer to where Ienzo seemed to reside he could detect another, very faint marker of another person. Someone else Ignis had never met who seemed to move in the same circles as Ienzo's much clearer trail.
When he found Ienzo, sequestered in a corner of the library that was deceptively private, Ignis gave the young man a polite nod. "Forgive my intrusion," he began, "we haven't been formally introduced. My name is Ignis Scientia."