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Who: Ken Kaneki
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What: New nerd on the block.
When: 4/8
Where: Various locales.
Warnings: He's a nerd...
I. Library
[If anyone here knew him, it would be no surprise that Kaneki finds his way to a local library without much delay. After the bizarre nature of his first day here, the smell of old books lining cluttered shelves it a comfort. It's only been a couple of days, and the circumstances remain difficult to absorb still yet, fantastical in their nature and hard to apprehend.
So for the moment he focuses on the small boon of getting a fresh library card, and thus access to any books he might take interest in. It was still a challenge to hold a librarian's attention long enough to attain the card, but he's learned from Shun's example. Grab attention and give suggestion.
And so with this ticket to all the literature he can carry, Kaneki wanders from one bookshelf to another, pausing here and there to him at titles. He's quick to pick some old favorites, a motley assortment of Hesse, Kafka, and Hakushū, tucked under one arm as he makes his way along]
II. Park
[With a collection of books to delve into and review, Kaneki finds a quiet spot in the park to read. The fresh air in the near shore does him some good, distancing himself somewhat from the world he's just become a part of, and the thoughts that come with it. First a ghoul, now a god...it's rather surreal.
Passers-by might see him hunkered down under a tree with a book propped against his knees, entirely absorbed in printed word. A small stack of books is stationed close at hand beside him, titles spanning various genres and attributed to Japanese and European authors.
It's clear he's quite absorbed in this, making no sound but the soft crinkling noise of old pages turning]
III. Temple
[Kaneki never imagined having a temple before, and standing a short distance from it among vibrant red foliage out of season, he's still having trouble accepting that it's his. Nevertheless, he's supposed to be Kuebiko, and this is Kuebiko's temple. Agriculture and wisdom...he wonders if it's a humorous remark on his name, or something else entirely.
He wanders the ground, supposing he should familiarize himself, eventually stopping at the threshold. Folding his arms across his chest, he hums quietly, Despite outward appearances, the building's interior is much more spacious than should be possible, something he doesn't quite understand.
At the moment, though, he's occupied with a different sort of question]
Should I...decorate, maybe?
[Did gods do that? He wishes his introduction to this system had been a little more thorough, but if he's supposed to be the next holder of this title, should he personalize the place? Or maybe, he's not supposed to do anything at all with it...hm]
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What: New nerd on the block.
When: 4/8
Where: Various locales.
Warnings: He's a nerd...
I. Library
[If anyone here knew him, it would be no surprise that Kaneki finds his way to a local library without much delay. After the bizarre nature of his first day here, the smell of old books lining cluttered shelves it a comfort. It's only been a couple of days, and the circumstances remain difficult to absorb still yet, fantastical in their nature and hard to apprehend.
So for the moment he focuses on the small boon of getting a fresh library card, and thus access to any books he might take interest in. It was still a challenge to hold a librarian's attention long enough to attain the card, but he's learned from Shun's example. Grab attention and give suggestion.
And so with this ticket to all the literature he can carry, Kaneki wanders from one bookshelf to another, pausing here and there to him at titles. He's quick to pick some old favorites, a motley assortment of Hesse, Kafka, and Hakushū, tucked under one arm as he makes his way along]
II. Park
[With a collection of books to delve into and review, Kaneki finds a quiet spot in the park to read. The fresh air in the near shore does him some good, distancing himself somewhat from the world he's just become a part of, and the thoughts that come with it. First a ghoul, now a god...it's rather surreal.
Passers-by might see him hunkered down under a tree with a book propped against his knees, entirely absorbed in printed word. A small stack of books is stationed close at hand beside him, titles spanning various genres and attributed to Japanese and European authors.
It's clear he's quite absorbed in this, making no sound but the soft crinkling noise of old pages turning]
III. Temple
[Kaneki never imagined having a temple before, and standing a short distance from it among vibrant red foliage out of season, he's still having trouble accepting that it's his. Nevertheless, he's supposed to be Kuebiko, and this is Kuebiko's temple. Agriculture and wisdom...he wonders if it's a humorous remark on his name, or something else entirely.
He wanders the ground, supposing he should familiarize himself, eventually stopping at the threshold. Folding his arms across his chest, he hums quietly, Despite outward appearances, the building's interior is much more spacious than should be possible, something he doesn't quite understand.
At the moment, though, he's occupied with a different sort of question]
Should I...decorate, maybe?
[Did gods do that? He wishes his introduction to this system had been a little more thorough, but if he's supposed to be the next holder of this title, should he personalize the place? Or maybe, he's not supposed to do anything at all with it...hm]
II. Park
Ken! Hi!
[Plops herself down right next to him.]
What are you reading? Grand tales of adventure and intrigue?
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Yomo calls him Ken, but it's new, having somebody here do it as well. But...it's pleasant, he thinks. That someone wants to use his name]
Good afternoon [A little pause before he ventures, supposing equal familiarity is okay] Hiyoko. This story is um...
[How to explain Franz Kafka's The Castle]
It's something like that. The main character is a man called K who's called to this village as a surveyor for those in charge, who are stationed in a castle. But it turns out there was a mix-up, and he doesn't understand the customs there...and the villagers don't know what any officials really do.
[He could prattle on, really]
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And despite how she seems, Hiyoko actually likes reading. But she'll be the first to admit that she can't get through anything too dense. She's definitely intrigued by his synopsis though and her eyes sparkle with interest.]
Ooh, so is it more like a wacky comedy where everyone gets all confused and a lot of inappropriate stuff happens at a fancy party? Or more like a horror novel where everyone gets out their pitchforks for a good old fashioned castle storming?
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It's a rare and pleasant thing, being able to talk about literature with someone who also takes interest in it]
More of the horror end of it, except the townspeople actually think the officials are doing some good. Just...every time K asks one of them, they have a completely different image of what exactly those officials do.
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[She leans back to look up at the tree branches over head.]
Then again... I'm not sure I know what the Prime Minister does every day, so maybe it's not all that strange.
[But maybe she just didn't study very hard in civics class. After a moment, Hiyoko shifts her gaze back to Ken.]
So what happens? Does K ever find out what the officials do?
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[Which of course has always been an interesting thing to ponder. People have theorized how the ending would play out]
People think the protagonist would have died in the end, and the system despite its flaws never changed... Since it seems thematically similar to one of his other works, that could be the case.
[One does not go to Kafka for cheerful tales, no]
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[Cheating at stories? Sure, that's a thing.]
And why would the guy have died from conducting a survey? Where the townspeople gonna kill him? Or do the officials hire a ninja to stop him from revealing their secrets?
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But the mental image of a ninja dropping into one of Kafka's stories, especially this one, to murder the protagonist... Well, it'd be a sight to see.
Or read, as the case would be]
Actually, people have always thought he'd die of illness, rather than having been killed. He was brought there because of a mistake in documentation, but the system was so mired in bureaucracy that nothing really got done.
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[She shoots him a skeptical look, which quickly dissolves into a smile with a shake of her head.]
You sure read some weird books, Ken.
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[As with many occasions when Kaneki isn't entirely confident of how to respond, a nervous smile tugs at his lips]
I guess I've never really thought about it all that much.
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Definitely. I mean, it's about some guy who just wants to take a survey but winds up drowning in all the town's crazy red tape. Maybe literally. And there's no ending. I think I'd feel cheated.
[She stretches and leans against the tree, gaze going back up to the sky.]
Still... it was fun hearing about it. Do you ever write book reviews? You'd be good at it.
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[He's never been paid to write about books before, but-]
That's really nice of you to say though.
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[Not that she ever had any luck getting book reviews to fill the library's spot in the school newspaper.]
Ever think about starting a blog?
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[And who'd want to read what he has to say, anyhow?]
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[She says with confidence even though it's a subject she knows nothing about.]
That way when you get really popular those friends can brag about how they were into you before you were cool.
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Kaneki can't quite picture it, and his hesitance isn't masked very well, but it's a nice thought all the same]
I'm not sure I'm the type that'd be popular... But it's nice talking about books with other people. I don't get to do it very much.
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[There's gotta be lots of people who love books around here.]
I'd join.
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[Kaneki has never been one for clubs and group functions. That was an arena that had always been left to Hide, who always seemed to do so much better with lots of people.
Even so, the idea of having people to discuss literature with is...nice...]
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Why not? I just said I'd join. Lots of people like to read, don't they? And everybirdie likes to talk about stuff they like.
That's kinda what clubs are for.
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The way you talk about it... Maybe you'd make a better club leader than me.
[Hiyoko sure puts it in appealing terms, and her personality is so much bolder than his, so he has to think she'd be best suited]
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[Wisdom-1, Charisma-5, Vitality-800. She has no illusions about her abilities.]
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[He doesn't think he possesses a charisma stat...]
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[Hiyoko agrees completely. She doesn't see herself as the leader type though.]
Which is weird because he's so rude all the time.
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[So...basically things Kaneki is sure he isn't]
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[Sakuya is hardly friendly, but he does everything with such confidence that everybirdie just falls in line. That must be nice.]
I guess successful leadership is more about attitude than actual ability.
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