Abomination...((OPEN))...

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Micah observed the rows of books and shelves before stepping closer, almost fearfully. In truth he was not a naturally nervous chap, but the ideas he had been having recently were terrifying him with their implications. Still, he would have nothing to fear until he was sure that…performing such an abomination was possible. He chuckled weakly, even after all these years; research on the matter had just stopped, for the scientist had given in the needs of the people who cried out against their loved ones dying in vain. They pushed it aside, after all, their loved ones were dying as well, and soon the concept began to gather dust like a story told too many times to a restless child. Micah made a fist with his paw, to be so close, and then give up, he knew the feeling. Well, the scientist would have no other choice now, if he was right, it would be the only chance they had at naming the Gates. Just the thought of the terror in Delilah’s eyes whenever she dreamed of them made him stiffen his spine. He knew like a good little Angel, the Gates had to be appeased soon, or hell would soon break loose. Not that he was anything close to an Angel.

Pushing the hesitation that came with these thoughts to the back of his mind, Micah stepped into the Red Pavilion and made his way to a terminal. He quickly had his brain-waves scanned to turn the terminal on, though rather uncomfortable with the thought that he could be traced through the terminal, and began searching the databases for specific books he thought might be useful. Finding them surprisingly rapidly, almost as if they had been recently ordered, he downloaded the digital version on his Keyxi so he could read them easier. ((Note: the Keyxi technology is a micro-computer that picks up transmissions and deciphers them on a one way screen on your specialized contacts, creating a double view, or ghost vision. Depending on the software downloaded onto the hard-drive, which is left at one’s home but transmits only to your micro-computer unless you are hacked, there are multiple things you are able to do; such as reading the heat waves in the area, storing books, music, etc. So far the memory is very tiny because of the transmissions problem, and the software expensive, but it is very light-weight and useful in sticky situations.))

Finishing this, Micah made his way over to a bench that was in a particularly sunny spot and began reading the first book while listening to a music that stimulated brain waves. After skimming over the rest of the books, Micah gave a large stretch and yawn. Blinking rapidly three times, he turned off his screen and blinked at how dim the light had been compared to the pages he had just been viewing. Sniffing the chilled air, Micah’s belly rumbled in protest against being fed neither lunch nor breakfast. Giving a sigh, he made his way over to an instant-meal-machine and ordered roasted nuts with boysenberry sauce and a side of fill-pills. Gathering his food, he returned to the comfort of the bench and began to leisurely eat his meal. After thoroughly enjoying his food, for it was not often that he had a day off with nothing to do, he blinked three times in rapid succession to turn on his screen. Deciding that he should enjoy the rest of his day and return to his troubling research the next day, Micah opened up his files on porn and relaxed into a more comfortable position…

[texas]

Casey roamed through the library trying to find a book that would jump out and tell her to read it. She felt like she did when she was little and would go to eat something, but nothing seemed to catch her attention so she would look around in the fridge and pantry a few times until she found something or she simply gave up. Right now, she was getting close to giving up.

Sipping her coffee she started on another row of books when she noticed from her eye a squirrel lounging about on one of the benches really doing nothing. She had noticed him a few times already and she shook her head. There was no doubt that the boy was using his Keyxi. Everyone seemed to have one now, especially the kids.

Going back to the books she read a few more titles before finally pulling out one that was written by Harlequin Perry. She liked all of his writing and thought that if he wanted to he could solve all of St. Lucent’s problems. He was just more down to earth than the Council or the Angels. There was no doubt to her that both groups had too much power.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely. She thought to herself as she opened the book that she had read at least four times.

All we really have to do is as is stand up to the big wigs. What they all are is over powered people that need to be squished. We as Citizens are just too weak to stand up to either group though, because they would both be more than happy to kill you if you stood in their way.

They all think that they are better than each other when they are equal in all ways. Not all the Council is paid off and neither are all the Angels. Turning through the book Casey really didn’t take in anything that she skimmed over.

Looking at she squirrel she growled a little. The punk was in one of the spots with good light and he wasn’t doing anything but sit there. Taking a deep breath she tried to hold back her anger. It was difficult, but she promised herself that if she could do this, she'd go play a few rounds of Pack.

[light]

Micah quickly grew bored and antsy. The thought of force-induced genetic mutation kept drawing him to distraction. It was driving him crazy, if only he knew if it was possible, if he was the person to do it. Life up to that point had been mainly a road without direction. Micah was searching, and he only had an idea of what it was. Most people would call it a purpose in life, fate, the same stuff spewed by modern poets who had no inkling as to what it truly was. A word, a sentence, a book should not be able to describe the need that drove so many. It was all very frustrating. But he didn’t want to do anymore research then and there. He didn’t know what he wanted, and it made him frenzied with the need to figure out what he wanted to do.

Micah didn’t want to eat, read, or sleep. What did he want?! He wanted peace, just to relax and sort through how prepared for this hurdle in life he was. The fragile looking squirrel couldn’t keep his thoughts on one place, however, and gave that up as a lost cause. He turned off his Keyxi with three strong blinks and leaned back. His face formed an unusually cute scowl as he grew increasingly frustrated. Out of casual habit, Micah observed his surroundings to get his bearings. That’s when he noticed the annoyed looking female glaring at him. Micah nearly jumped out of his seat when he realized he was being singled out for some reason. What had he done? He gave her a nervous, hasty smile that quickly died into an anxious grimace. “Can I help you Miss?” he called out in a soft but clear voice…

[texas]

Casey clenched her fist a little when Micah used the words 'Help' and 'Miss' in the same sentence. She had promised herself a game of pack if she kept her temper however, so she wasn't going to do anything to give that up.

"Well, if you aren't going to read, you could move from one of the areas with the best light. After all, all I can see is that you are being lazy and wasting a place that others could use." The words came out of her mouth like a viper with fangs.

Grimacing a little the dog cursed herself. If she didn't keep her temper in check then she was going to have to go back home instead of making her way over to Angelo's to blow some steam off.

[light]

Micah leaned back slightly as the woman clenched her fists before speaking, obviously there was something she was pissed off about. Had he said anything rude? Looking back, there was nothing that he might have said aloud that could be twisted into an insult. Unless she was a feminist, then she might be mad, but not about to attack him.

Confused to say the least, he felt thankful when she spoke to him. Micah gave her a friendly smile, trying to hide his relief, “Forgive me Miss, I could not see you. Yes that was very rude of me; I should have been more considerate. Please, take my seat, I was …leaving anyway.” Those last two words were soft, with anxious worry. He hadn’t planned on going, but he supposed this was a sign from above for him to do something useful…maybe go and paint the shop or something. Truth be told, he felt a little frightened of leaving the Red Pavilion at the moment. Grasping at straws here, “I have a few books I should check out though. Sorry again Miss.”

Micah got up, ever in a rush, being the edgy little fellow he was, now with a purpose; but what of after checking out the books? Something told him to keep away from his shop for awhile. It was silly, but he knew better now, then to ignore his instincts….

[texas]

Just by the way the boy reacted Casey could tell that she had been harsher than she had meant to be. Her temper always seemed to get her in some trouble one way or another. It was just that she had a short fuse and today it had been burnt away little by little until she had snapped at the squirrel.

I least I didn’t go off on him like I've done to others.

Swallowing her pride Casey stood up and apologized, “look I didn’t mean to be so short with you. Things have just been going on lately and…” she sighed a little. “There is no excuse for me being so rude. I’m sorry.”

While she said her apology inside she was cringing. She didn’t need to apologize to anyone. It wasn’t her fault the dumb ass had been lolling around in one of the best spots in the pavilion. If he had been doing something then she might have let it go, but had he been? No he had not.