Chapter 85 - Catching Up With Old Friends
You had always known that the Library was a large space. Leaving aside the fact that it was literally its own self-contained universe complete with its own laws and rules, it was also a replica of your facility. Not as explicitly as the Floor of Geography was, but the same structures were all there. The same people in charge, the same departments, the same staff, the same end goal. Or supposed end goal, in the Facility's case. Now knowing Carmen's plan, it seemed a lot more likely to devastate humanity than to lift it out of the drudgery of the City. As unlikely as it was for Angela to respond in any positive manner to that observation, that didn't make it any less true.
One key difference was orientation. While the floors of the Library in the same layer were more interconnected with one another, it was still a huge tower. Most of the volume was taken up vertically, rather than horizontally. Your Floor, the Floor of Geography, was second to the top, right below the Floor of General Works. Your destination, the Floor of Social Sciences, was in nearly the exact middle of the Library.
In summary, you have been walking down stairs for nearly four continuous minutes now.
To be fair, that is you just walking. If you were to start running at any point, you would reach your location almost immediately. But something about running from place to place just feels wrong. There's no practical reason for it. You don't get tired. The Library is reinforced to make collateral damage difficult, and even if it wasn't Fixer mods have some sort of mechanism that reduces the force they apply to their surroundings by moving. You're not exactly sure what that is. Pulling up Ayin's memories doesn't give you anything either. Combat mods were never a main focus of his.
You put the thoughts out of mind as you exit the stairwell and step into Chesed's floor. The entry hallway isn't large, just a straight corridor with windows lining the left wall, but the former Welfare Sephirah's touch is already obvious. It's a well-polished office space, bathed in deep blues from the vast ocean visible just outside the windows. Every last bit of decoration, from the couches to the cabinets, looks hand-crafted. But more than that, the space is lived-in. Even this simple hallway has signs of casual use. Empty plates laid out on the tables. Books left sitting open on whatever flat surface there is that isn't the floor. Empty mugs still smelling of coffee, though despite Chesed's games you never got to the point where you could determine the blend just by scent alone.
This floor isn't just a workplace. It's a home.
You're smiling by the time you reach Chesed's office. The rest of the floor is more of the same, though it seems his agents are still sleeping at the moment. Angela's still returning the Library to its original capacity, but until then the majority of the staff are left sleeping on a rotation. Only the most essential members, such as the Patron Librarians, are kept present at all times. It's an improvement from when you first arrived, at the very least.
At last, you reach the door to your old colleague's room. Despite yourself, you freeze when your hand touches the doorknob. It's a tiny thing; you turn the knob and push open the door in the same moment. But that doesn't erase the proof of your hesitation.
You never really had a relationship with Angela beyond what was necessitated, and even then what you did have was mostly poorly-concealed antagonism on both sides. Reuniting with her in the Library, it didn't feel like anything had changed because there wasn't anything there in the first place. It could hardly even be called a new start. You just… had somebody to talk to all of a sudden. Somebody who, at least in some level, could empathize with what you'd gone through. It was a wonderful new connection, but also just that. A new connection.
Gebura had been focused on business, as expected. There wasn't much of an opportunity to speak with her either before or after Kyoko's transformation. The other attendee, Roland, was presumably much the same, although you don't actually know much about him aside from the fact that your sister's feelings towards him are very confused. There might even be some romance going in there, depending on how you read things, or Angela could just be latching onto the only thing she has that isn't related to your mother or father. Either way, it isn't your job to police a mostly-mature sort-of-adult's relationships. The point being, you haven't really had a chance to reconnect with your coworkers.
If the state of the Floor is anything to go by, Chesed is the exact same kind of person as a Patron Librarian that he was as the Welfare Department Head. Laid-back and jovial, but surprisingly competent and determined when the situation called for it. Definitely the most sociable out of all your staff, and behind only Ayin and Benjamin when it came to technical knowledge. Most definitively, Chesed was a proactive person. A lot like Gebura in that way, even if their manners couldn't be any more different. When he saw something he was dissatisfied with, like the average death rates in the Facility, he got to work doing whatever he could to change it.
In short, you don't expect to get this over with while avoiding a proper conversation this time.
And on some level, that frightens you.
This will be the first time in weeks you talk to somebody who actually knew you. The first time since the Facility fell. You feel the same as you did back then, but your feelings aren't necessarily an unbiased judgement on this matter. Can you call yourself the same person when you're not even human? Will-
No, it's not relevant right now. Your true nature hasn't caused problems with interacting with people so far, there's no reason to believe it will get worse. If any more problems arise, you'll deal with them as they come. Until then, you don't have the time to be thinking about this. You have enough on your plate already.
The door to the office opens gently and quietly, revealing a room bathed in faint blue light. The left wall is completely glass, allowing clear view of the brightly-illuminated ocean somehow contained on this floor. A shelf of various coffee beans occupies the back wall. By the smell, you can presume that the nearby coffee machine has been recently used. At his desk, Chesed slowly sets aside his cup with a relaxed smile on his face.
"Oh! Hey Boss, I didn't expect to see you around. If I'd known you were coming, I would have prepared you a cup as well."
Chesed is a tall, lithe man with short blue hair. His old uniform has been exchanged for a dark blue victorian suit that only accentuates his aristocratic look. The normally ever-present bags under his eyes are missing, so at least he's been sleeping properly as of late. He waves a hand, conjuring another hand-crafted chair for you sitting on the opposite side of his desk.
"You sure that's the right thing to call me, Chesed?" you say with a weak smile as you sit down. "I'm retired. You're all under new management now from what I hear."
Chesed laughs. "Fair, fair. That's why I just called you 'boss' instead of 'Manager', though."
"I feel like that's got the same issue, though. Speaking of, how has Angela been treating you all? She's been pretty different with me, but I do want to make sure. I know she wasn't… exactly on good terms with anybody."
"It's been alright." Chesed leans back in his chair, pausing to take a quick sip of coffee before he continues. "Things were definitely rough at first, if I'm being completely honest. But she's mellowed out by now, so I can't really hold it against her. Or anything from the Corporation, for that matter."
You silently raise an eyebrow. While Angela wasn't particularly kind to any of the Sephirah, she and Chesed had a special rivalry. Her job in the Facility was to keep everything according to the script and shut down any possible deviations, all while keeping the Sephirah in the same distressed state they died in. Out of all the Sephirah, Chesed was the most actively rebellious. He implemented policies to minimize the loss of life in the Facility and try to make things more bearable, but Angela would always undo his work. In the end, she wore down his determination over the years until all that was left was apathy. You had been tasked with rekindling that spark during your time as Manager.
"Holding grudges now wouldn't do anybody any good." he says, leaning back into his chair. "Everything turned out alright in the end. Angela isn't really a leader like you were, but she leaves us to our own devices most of the time. There isn't much for me to complain about."
"That's good to hear." you say, relieved. "I didn't expect anything different, but I was still worried, y'know? I just couldn't help it." It wasn't all you were worried about, but it seems like those fears too were unfounded. If Chesed thought there was something wrong with you, he would've just come out and said it by now. Despite being such a laid-back person, it would be out of character for Chesed not to make it known if he found something unfavorable. Or even if he's just bored and feels like needling somebody.
How he survived existing in the same general vicinity as Gebura for so long, you'll never guess.
Chesed sits up from his chain and steps over to the shelf of coffee beans. There's no searching through labels or fumbling with ingredients; he heads directly to one of the boxes and takes some of the beans from them. "Do you still take your coffee the same? Or do you have a different preference now?"
"I'm still the same as I always was."
"Now, I can tell that's not true." Chesed says with a chuckle, not seeing you flinch. "But that's neither here nor there. As far as I can tell, it was mostly the outside that ended up different. Well, outside of becoming a single mother."
You choke. "Angela told you?"
This time, it's a full laugh that escapes Chesed's throat. "She told everyone. I've got to say, while it wasn't exactly what I expected you to do when we were all finished, it definitely suits you. Though ten thousand is a bit old to have kids."
You glare, but there's no anger in it. "I wasn't born until the Corporation started. Technically, you're older than me by what, thirty years?"
"If we're counting like that, aren't you only ten?"
"Ugh, screw it. Forget I said anything."
Chesed's laughter trails off. The blue-haired Librarian reaches for his coffee and drains the cup in a single motion. He's still smiling, but some of the relaxed manner has faded. It seems pleasantries are over. "All that being said, I've got a feeling you aren't just here for coffee and a chat."
"The coffee is a part of it," you say jokingly as Chesed reaches for the freshly-made pot and a second cup. "but you're right. It's about the other kids."
Chesed hands you the fresh cup of coffee, still steaming hot. "Right, I heard you were doing that today. Everything went alright?"
You blink. "You did? It was something of an impromptu decision."
"News gets around fast here. There's not much else going on for the assistant librarians to talk about." Chesed says.
"Well, everything went as well as it could've. The problem is supervision. I've got almost fourty emotionally-charged teenagers cooped up on my floor now, and it's only a matter of time before one of them does something stupid."
"I see." Chesed nods. "Don't worry, I can help keep them in line. I wonder if Tiphereth'd be interested, too?"
You blink. That was… very easy. You aren't used to things being easy. "I didn't even say what I was going to ask."
"Did I guess wrong?"
You stare in silence at Chesed, then sigh and take a sip of coffee. It's unbelievably bitter, with enough caffeine to kill a normal man. You never really had time for proper meals, but when you needed help staying awake you'd ask Chesed for this order and then use the K Corp nanites to cure the sleep deprivation afterwards. You hadn't even liked coffee at first, but after thousands of years it's pretty much impossible not to pick up a fondness for the flavor.
"No, you're just enjoying this way too much. You're sure you wanna do this? It's not gonna be easy."
Chesed just shrugs. "It's not like there's much else to do here. Besides, these kids are all supposed to have Magic, right? I've always had a thing for fairy tales, believe it or not."
You can. You can absolutely believe it.
Another sip finishes the last of your coffee. Reluctantly, you get up from your seat. "Well, I think that takes care of it. I really would love to stay for a while longer, but… well, I've got even more kids to look after." You raise your voice slightly, shifting your attention to the Light permeating the Library. "Angela? I'm ready to head back home."
As the drifting particles swirl around you, the last thing you hear of the Library is Chesed's voice.
"So, Magical Girls, huh? Now how do I convince Tiphereth that she wants to help…"
Some things never change.
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Testing…
[] Mosaic of Prometheus
-[] Test Associated Concepts & Fixations
-[] Test Combat Abilities
-[] Test Saintless Pyre functions
-[] Test? (Write-in)
[] Wind-Up Soldier
-[] Test Associated Concepts & Fixations
-[] Test Combat Abilities
-[] Test Wind-Up Storage and Capacity
-[] Test? (Write-in)
[] Test something different (Write-in)
[] Do something else (Write-in)
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Der Freischütz's Sapling - Observation Level 2/3
Porccubus' Sapling - Observation Level 2/3
Now for something completely different. Votes will decide what you do first thing when you get back. You can test with more than one person and for more than one thing, but that uses up time and may be taxing for the person you test with.