Knowledge was power, and she didn't want to be weak on her first ever class in Sunagakures tough courses. She knew a boy that bowed out the first class because he had to stick his fingers in a zombie butt. However she was not here to remember that, but rather to form an allegiance and gain the knowledge necessary to succeed. That meant stepping far outside her range of power to grasp for something bigger. So, here she found herself on the last public floor, shifting through each book individually, trying to open a secret passage or find the way to the meaty stuff, the forbidden stuff. She did however, stop and sift through a few of the books that caught her interest, stuff on bloodlines and the various abilities one can manifest through training, setting those aside on a trolley to check out as she left. Their would be a mountain of them by the time she was done.
"I'll find you oracles, and I'll become one of you, and be the most powerful Sunan there has ever been." she declared loudly to the books, assuming she was totally alone here.
She was well covered, wearing her big hoodie/sweater combo that cast a big shadow over her face, making her rather indistinguishable. It felt comfortable to wear this in the library, somewhere kept cool and dry as to not disintegrate the books on the shelves. She had just hoped the clue to getting in didn't lie in needed to feel a breeze on her skin between the cracks in the bookshelf. She also liked mystery novels, so this thought obviously was fueled by reading too many stories involving hidden things.
[MFT WC: 286]
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"I'll find you oracles, and I'll become one of you, and be the most powerful Sunan there has ever been." she declared loudly to the books, assuming she was totally alone here.
She was well covered, wearing her big hoodie/sweater combo that cast a big shadow over her face, making her rather indistinguishable. It felt comfortable to wear this in the library, somewhere kept cool and dry as to not disintegrate the books on the shelves. She had just hoped the clue to getting in didn't lie in needed to feel a breeze on her skin between the cracks in the bookshelf. She also liked mystery novels, so this thought obviously was fueled by reading too many stories involving hidden things.
[MFT WC: 286]
[Open, feel free to join]