Sunday, March 17, 2013

(Temporary?) Schedule announcement


Okay.  For right now, I’ve decided to go ahead and try putting TLG on an update schedule.
Until further notice, The Librarian’s Grimoire will be updated on Mondays and Fridays for certain.  Other days…We’ll see.  I might add another day.  I just need to keep things scheduled.  It should also be so much easier to catch up this way.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Books And Covers Thereof (1.15)


>Ask her opinion of Beret Lady! Can't hurt to hear both sides.


“So,” says Kitty.  “Do you know anything about the woman in the beret?”

“Eh?”  Mindy asks. Kitty points to the woman at the bar.  Mindy squints at the woman, who’s still watching them.  “I think I’ve seen her a few times.  I don’t know her though, she just comes in here and picks up some boy or girl every so often.  Why?”

“She...said some things about you.”

“Oh?  Like what?”

“Like that you’re weird.”

“I am pretty strange, thank you.”

“She also said you believed you were descended from a dragon.”

Mindy cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow.  “A what?”

“A dragon.”

A wide smile crossed Mindy’s face again.

“S-silly, right?” stammered Kitty.

“Yes.  Hahaha.”

“H-heh heh.”

“Hahahahaha, pretty silly.”


“Y-y-yeah, so silly, right?  H-heh heh h-heh heh heh heh heh h-h-h-h-heh.”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”  Mindy burst into a chain of gigglesnorting that rivalled even Annie’s periodic bouts of it.  She threw back her head and loud out a thunderous guffaw straight into the air.

Kitty exchanges another questioning look with Pamela.  Pamela shrugs.

“H-h-heh?  ...It’s not true, right?”

Mindy began laughing again.  

“...Okay then.”

>Kitty: Elaborate on the Faust and Ilucis dealyo. Who are these guys, eh?


 “So, er, you mentioned the Faust and Ilucis families.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Who are they?” asks Kitty, unironically.

“...Is she for real, Pamela?”

“She doesn’t get out much, Mindy.  It’s not really her fault.  Plus she lives in the Tiger district.”

“Ahhhhh,” said Mindy, suddenly filled with understanding.  She began to nod sagely.  “You’re practically foreign.”

“We’re not...foreign,” replies Kitty.  “We just live on an island, and are largely of East Asian and Middle Eastern descent.  In fact, according to, um, records, my grandparents were of Chinese and Japanese descent, and, um, going far back, a lot of my ancestors were apparently Egyptian, which, I was told, is an interest story-”

“And I’m hispanic, but who’s counting?” says Mindy.

“I don’t see how that relates, but-”

“Hey, look, it probably is interesting-Wait, does it involve dragons?”

“Not as far as I know.”

“Then save it for later, or I’ll never get through telling you about the Faust and Ilucis families.”

“Er, sorry.  Go ahead, please!”  

Mindy takes off her jacket, tossing it over her head like a hood.  She clears her throat.

“Drama,” she explains when Kitty stares.  “Shhhh.  Ahem.”






“For as far back as anyone can remember, the ‘Dragon District’, so to speak, has been ruled by four noble families:  White, Ilucis, Faust, and the so-called Dragon family, which is of course this district’s Matriarchal family.  

“They held these titles long before before the Sharks came, and even today they hold an immense amount of power.  All four are deeply tied to the infrastructure of the city;  the White and Dragon houses are heavily involved in politics, law enforcement, and even the day to day mundane chores of the city.  The Faust and Ilucis houses, on the other hand, have strong ties to crime and the city’s shadier businesses, and a long alliance that runs back generations.  The four houses are the pillars holding up the entire city, and if one of those houses should fall it would all likely collapse.”

“Not exactly humble, Miss White?”

“You asked me to explain!  Do you want to hear about the individual families or not?”

“Um.  Yes.”

“Then shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Ahem.

“The Dragon family - as previously stated, IF you were paying attention. I see your eyes glazing over, Pam - is led by the Matriarch Lady Dragon, the youngest Matriarch besides, of course, the Tigress.  She’s known for being very...eccentric, but a strong leader for the clan.  She has a history of cruelty, but has attempted to soften considerably since having a child.  She doesn’t necessarily succeed.  Their home is at the north side of the district.

“The White family runs a lot of the city’s bureaucracy and day-to-day activities, attempting to keep everything...orderly.  My father is a higher-up in the police force, and my older brother runs the post office.  Our mother is a black hispanic woman from the Raven tribe.

“The Faust family...Let’s face it.  They run crime.  Everyone knows.  But they keep crime organized and under control.  Lord Faust is an...Effective leader.  Few people in the city aren’t afraid of him, and his violent outbursts.   He has two daughters, but they both work fairly mundane jobs.”

“You could say that,” says the bartender, abruptly.

“Wait, is everyone listening in?” asks Kitty.  Mindy doesn’t answer.

“And then the Ilucis family.”  Mindy grins again.  “They’re a very mysterious family, but closely allied with the Fausts.  They prefer to hang out behind the scenes, pulling the strings and all the other cliches about manipulative sorts.  No one really knows much about them.  They’re popular with the opposite sex - and the same sex, frequently.  There’s all sorts rumors about them, but what is known is that they run the Dragon’s Den Hotel - it’s really more of an excessively upscale apartment complex - with the Fausts.”  Mindy suddenly took off the jacket.

“...That’s it?” asks Kitty.

“That’s it,” says Mindy, waving a hand dismissively. Kitty notices a ring on Mindy’s ring finger.  It looks like two red and white serpents entangled together.

“Well...Okay, then.”




Officer Kiplin still glowers darkly from a corner, and the bartender continues to be mildly attractive bartending.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Tense trouble (Author post)

((Yeah, so, it turns out the tenses in the writing of the first few posts somehow got fucked up.  Everything is supposed to be present tense except in rare cases, for the record.  I don't know how this happened, and I apologize to people who weren't able to get passed this and read the rest.  I'll be fixing it soon.))

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Books And Covers Thereof (1.14)

>Kitty: Okay, you can talk to her. Just relax. Imagine her naked, that will help.

After what happened with the bartender, Kitty has resolved not to imagine anyone naked if she can help.  Ever again.  Ever.

She will of course inevitably fail at this, because the life of a Librarian is rather lonely and isolated and one of the few joys known to generations of “Kitties” outside of books had been rather lewd imaginings regarding friends.

A small part of Kitty’s brain makes a note to imagine the bartender naked again sometime this evening.

> Kitty: Tell her you need to talk to the other patrons for other possible quests first.


“II will certainly,” says Kitty in between attempts not to choke to death on her own tongue out of sheer awkwardness, “give some thought to that idea.  But I would REALLY like to talk to these other women first.”

“What would you want with them?” says the beret lady.  “That one is a drunk, and her face is peeling.”

“...Okay?  Yes, that may be, but that’s hardly a reason not t-”

“And the other one is one of those weird Dragons,” says the beret lady in hushed tones that were not nearly hushed enough.

“Is that so?” chimes in the Dragon bartender, bending over the bar behind beret lady now.

“Do go on,” says Pamela, leaning against it nearby.

“She’s one of those Dragons,” whispers beret lady.  “You know, the kind that really believe the Dragon nobles’ propaganda, about actually being descended from dragons.  She’s crazy.”

“What?”

“I know I’m descended from a dragon,” says the bartender.

“Me too.  In fact I often roam the countryside, devouring villagers,” adds Pamela.
“Living in caves filled with gold.”

“Eating men in shiny armor who show an extreme lack of common sense.”
Pamela and the bartender high five.  The sound reverberates around the entire building.

“And,” continues beret lady.  “She’s heterosexual.”

There is an awkward, confused silence on the part of all three listeners.

“Er, okay?” says Kitty.

“How...scandalous?” adds Pamela.

“Those damn straight people,” continues the bartender.  “Coming in here and taking all the good jobs away from us hard-working bisexuals.”

“H-half of them, anyway,” ventures Kitty.  “H-hahah.”

The bartender holds her hand out, reaching in front of Kitty’s face.

Kitty stares at it wordlessly.


“High five,” says the bartender.

“Oh, yes, right.”  Kitty swings at the hand.


“Little high.”


“Sorry, er.”  She tried again.

“Low.”

“Right, yes.  Here we go...”  SMACK.

“Ow,” said the bartender, rubbing her hand.

“Sorry.”

“Glad I didn’t ask for a fistbump.”

“S-sorry.”

“If you’ll excuse us, toots,” says Pamela, gently grabbing Kitty by the arm and politely wrenching her out of the grip of the beret wearing woman.  “We’ll get back to you in a minute.”

“Don’t keep me waiting.”
Pamela and Kitty both shudder.

“It would have been perfectly acceptable to elbow her in the gut,” says Pamela.  “That was sexual harassment and all.”

“I know, I just...Panicked.  I don’t get out much.”

“It’s okay, Kitty.  You’ll get better at it...’

They head to the woman with the orange jacket and blonde hair.  Up close, Kitty notices that she’s wearing a little black dress underneath.

“Dammit!” hisses Kitty, under her breath.

“What is it?”

“I underdressed.  Or overdressed, I’m not sure.  I should have worn a dress today after all.  Or something fancier than a stupid sweater and jeans.  Argh.”

“Kitty, don’t worry about it.  Dragon tribe just...dresses fancy.  It’s what we do. Cultural thing. Don’t beat yourself up trying to catch up with our egos.  Do you feel like you can handle this one, or should I?”

“I’ve got it,” says Kitty, taking a deep breath and approaching the woman.  “Excuse me, ma’am, uh, can I ask you a few questions?”

Vivid and...visceral was a word, a strange word, but the immediate thought in Kitty’s mind - blue eyes turned up to gaze at her.  Kitty felt a knot in her throat.  For a breath moment, she felt as she was being...appraised.

The moment passed when the woman’s blue gaze caught sight of Pamela.  Her lips - covered in a subtle orange lipstick - part to reveal a set of very white ivories.  Kitty could have sworn she heard a glint.

“Pam?  Is that you?” she asks.

“Hmm?  Er,” Pamela appears to be wracking her considerable memory.

“It’s me, Mindy.  Mindy White.”

“Right.  Hmmm...”

“We went to private school together!  You know.” Mindy paused to make a snapping movement with her jaw.  “‘Python’.”

“...Oh!  Yes!  You’re right, I’m so sorry.  I didn’t recognize you.  You’re much oranger than I remember.  It looks...Nice?”
“Thank you!”  Mindy hops up and gives Pamela a casual hug.  Pamela looks left and right, and then pats her back.  “How have you been, huh?  Taking after papá?


“Yes, I am,” replies Pamela.  “Business has been pretty good. We’re on a case right now, actually.”

“Oh?  How’s your father?  Still, ehhh...”  Mindy makes a thrusting motion with her hips.

Pamela rolls her eyes.  It was all the response she needed.

“I see,” replies Mindy, not missing a beat.  “Who’s the new girl?”

“Ah, forgive me.  The young dame here is Kitten-”

“Just Kitty,” she adds quickly.

“She’s my client.  And a little sister of...you know.  Lady.”

Mindy thought about this for a moment.  “Oooooh.”  She winks at Pamela, then turns to Kitty.  “Nice to meet you.”

Kitty curtsies in response.  “N-nice to meet you too, ma’am.”

“She’s a skittish one, isn’t she?”  giggles Mindy, nudging Pamela in the rib.  “You don’t need to call me ma’am.  Or curtsy.  You’re not even wearing a skirt, it just looks silly.  You don’t have to bow before me either, though if you just really want to, go ahead!  Don’t let me discourage you.”

“I’ll...keep that in mind.”

“What’d you need to talk to me for, anyway?” she asks, the impressive and intimidating smile returning.

“We were wondering,” says Pamela after seeing the expression on Kitty’s face at being confronted with Mindy’s choppers and diplomatically taking the initiative.  “If you were familiar with Dante Ilucis?”

“Why, yes!  Yes I am.  I’d say we’re pretty familiar.  Why?”

“He hasn’t returned a book from the Library, and we’re...trying to get into touch with him.”

“I see.  Did you try calling him?”

Kitty looks down at the floor, embarrassed.  The thought hadn’t even occured to her.

“Mindy White, I'm sure you know as damned well as I do that the Ilucis and Faust families aren’t listed in the phone book.”

“Heheh, good thing I have it memorized, huh?”

“...Miss White, I am starting to believe you may be very familiar with him.”

“Not yet.  But soon,” Mindy winks.  “He knows it as well as I do.”

“...O-odd thing to say,” murmurs Kitty.

“But I’m guessing you want to talk face to face too.  Are you familiar with the Faust family’s annual ‘charity ball’?” says Mindy.

“We were thinking about getting in that way.  Somehow.  Would you be able to?”


“Technically, no.  My family was...uninvited a couple of years back, apparently.  I think something must be going on with Lords Faust and Ilucis.  Over the past ten years they’ve apparently been slowly crossing family names off the list for no rhyme or reason; I hear it started because of some sort of issue regarding one of the lost princesses and a teenage Dante, Lord Ilucis wasn’t happy about it.  They blacklisted the royal family after that.  My family is just the latest group of casualties.”

“How can we possibly get in, then?” asks Kitty.

“That’s the good news.  It’s a costume party this year.”

“...Ooooooooh,” says Kitty, her eyes lighting up.

“All we need to do is find some invitations off of someone who has them, get some masks, and we should be home free.  Well, at first anyway.  Actually getting to Dante is going to be a bit of a trick, if he’s not answering his phone.  He frequently ignores phone calls during the day if they’re not business or girlfriend related.”

“Who would have extra invitations?”

“I have no idea.  Ask around.  There has to be someone on this street who does.”
“This entire street?” asks Kitty, frowning.

“Yes?  Faust Boulevard-” began Pamela.

“Faust Boulevard?  First, who even has that as a family name?”

“-is named after Lord Faust’s family.  They’ve always controlled this area, as far back as anyone can remember..”

“Did they summon Mephistopheles? ‘Hey man,’” says Kitty, adopting a deep voice. “‘I think it’d be real swag if you were to rearrange the universe so that this street has my last name.  Oh, you need my soul?  No biggie, I ain’t usin’ it for anythin’, ya dig?  Coolio, maaaaaaaaaan.’”

Mindy claps softly.  Pamela covers her forehead.

“Isn’t Dante’s place of business just across the street?” Pamela says, attempting to move the conversation onward.

“Yes!  Yes it is,” says Mindy.  “I doubt he’s in right now though.”

“We might be able to find out something from his employees,” offers Pamela.

“Or break into his office,” adds Mindy.

Kitty frowns.  “...Is that your way of flirting or-”

“We’ll head there next, after we finish up with this joint. ...And call Dante.”

“Sounds fun!  I’m coming along,” says Mindy.

Kitty and Pamela look at each other.

“...Yeah, o-okay,” mumbles Kitty.



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Saturday, March 2, 2013

Books And Covers Thereof (1.13)


>Kitty: Go talk to the dragon girl. After all, Dante is from her tribe, and both are related to nobles.

That certainly sounds like a good place to start, really.  That, and she hasn’t been eyeing Kitty, which seems like an extra bonus that likely means the ensuing conversation will be less terrifyingly awkward, and - hopefully! - won’t result in anyone being inappropriately naked.

She stands up and begins to make her way towards Mindy.  The path brings her closer to the beret lady than she’d like, but she’s pretty sure she’s giving her a wide berth...

>Kitty: Through a series of events beyond your control and exacerbated by your own nervousness, fall into the beret wearing lady's lap. Suggestively.

For one brief, glorious, wonderful moment that shall be long remembered in the annals of Librarian History, Kitty appeared to be home free.

But like so many other events throughout history, everything was abruptly brought down at the last minute by a shapely leg strategically placed in front of someone’s path.  In this case it was all quite literal.

Kitty didn’t see it, but she felt it as the beret lady’s leg casually lifted up.  Kitty’s knee slammed into it, sending her keeling over with a terrified yelp.

> Beret Lady: Pull Kitty into your lap.


With one quick and distressingly smooth movement the woman reaches out, grabs Kitty, and pulls the unfortunate Librarian onto her lap, sliding her arms around the Librarian’s waist in a gentle embrace.

It’s a fairly soft lap, at least.  ...Well endowed up top, too.  This doesn’t help.

“Bonjour,” says the beret lady.  Kitty can’t tell if it’s a real French accent or a badly imitated one, only that it appears to be thick, and either way indicates a high possibility that she was from the Raven tribe.  It was also, Kitty supposed, a fairly smooth introduction that she might have appreciated more if she hadn’t just been kicked in the knee.

“Uh...H-hello?” says Kitty, freezing up in the grip of the beret lady.  Not far away, Pamela puts a hand to the side of her head in mild exasperation, watching both cautiously.

“You are the Librarian, no?” says the beret lady, sweetly.

“N-n-no.  I mean.  Y-y-y-yes?  I, um, I am.”

“You’re a big nerd, then?”

“I’d, aahahahaha, hardly say I’m big.”

“I like big nerds.”

“...Oh.”  Kitty’s face went red.  She begins looking pleadingly at Pamela, beginning to miss Anilin’s comparative subtlety.  This was a thought she had never thought she could have without laughing, but here she was.  “I-I-I’m flattered.  U-Um.”

“What was it you wanted to talk to us about, hmm?  Maybe we could help each other.”  The beret lady twirled her hair with a finger, a soft but knowing smile.

Kitty glanced over at Pamela, who was inching closer while tightly gripping her cane.  Kitty watched her, waiting for some sort of indication that it was okay to ask.  Pamela nodded, stopping briefly.

“Ah, well, we’re looking for a, uh, Dante Ilucis.  Do you know him?”

“Oooh!  What a coincidence.  I am looking for him too, mon amie.  What do you want with him, eh?”

“He has a book overdue.  What about you?”

The beret lady laughed.  “Something like that.  Why don’t I join you and the glowering detective” - she turned her head and smiled brightly at Pamela - “in tracking him down?  We could share info and get to know each other, yes?”


You begin to wish you hadn't gone to a bar. What will you do?