I mean, I'm not leavin' now. I guess if it means somethin' to you, I'll stay and find out. Besides, it's not like the library's my choice of place to be.
[He's not a NERD. He's hardly going to come visit it again. But he'll just give a shrug.]
[Into the library we go, then! She heads straight for one particular bookshelf, browsing the mismatched covers of all sorts of languages and wondering why it is that she can understand everything that she's seeing on the spines...
Ah. There it is. She carefully pulls out a rather plain book, holding it in her hands with an oddly delicate touch.]
I assume you've been around more than long enough to hear of Maurice Maeterlinck?
I'm guessin' that's some kind of author. I was never one for books and stuff, y'know. If you had to ask a demon, you'd have to ask Satan 'bout it. He's the bookworm of the family.
[Meanwhile, all he cared about over the years was the fluctuation of currencies and the economy.]
[There's a slight side glance at her pointing out the origin of the name, and there's a moment like he wants to say something in reply...but it passes, and he just addresses her next question.]
Yep. One hundred percent. That's my thing, y'know. If it's money, or wealth, or anything valuable...I want it. That's what I live for.
[If he's expecting her to be impressed, he might be a little disappointed, since she only falls silent to trace a finger idly over the front cover of the book in her hands.]
Maeterlink was not an author. He was a playwright. There's a work of his named The Blue Bird. It's... important to me.
I know you said that this isn't exactly what you would choose to be doing. But when you can, I'd like you to read it. Not right the second, of course. But... at some point.
[That's...a request, alright. He stares at the book, then at her, like half expecting this is some kind of joke. It's apparently not a joke. He's silent for a moment, before reaching out a hand.]
Y'know, I don't just do stuff for anyone. Especially random humans. [Is there a faint blush in his cheeks? He's glancing off to the side again, but there's a thoughtfulness to his expression. Maybe he's thinking of somebody?] But I guess I'll read this play of yours. It's not like there's much else to do 'round here.
[Her smile is warm as she hands the book over, clearly pleased that he didn't put up much of a fight.]
I appreciate it.
Just... take your time, okay? If you can't understand the importance of the Blue Bird, then... well, I don't think you'll really understand what else I might have to explain to you. About me, or about what I might know.
Tell me what you think the children learned, Mammon, and why it's important. Until then... I can't tell you what my plaque means.
[A sigh. Is he becoming soft? He's probably gotten soft. Ergh. But then again, when she puts it like that, it almost sounds like an assignment. Or a challenge. He can't exactly say no to that, and he is curious...]
Sure. Fine. I'll let ya know. [Hmmmph. He looks over the book briefly before putting it under an arm.] You sure are a lady of mysteries, huh, Luna?
[Her hand curls back up at her collarbone again, smile growing more wistful and nostalgic.]
I think everyone is entitled to keep something close to their heart. Sometimes it just... takes some difficult choices to find out who will really understand.
No, it ain't a bad thing. I guess it just means that you aren't exactly an open book.
[Haha, book pun.]
Haha...I think I get that, though. [Keeping things close to the chest, he means. He practically has his heart on his sleeve, but there's some things that even he won't just tell anyone.] And besides, why waste time on someone who doesn't want to actually get to know ya?
I wouldn't consider it a waste of time, really. But... I've never had many, um, friends. Or acquaintances. So I suppose it's not my place to talk. [Her fingers fiddle with fabric of her skirt and one of the many, many tulle flowers sewn onto the outer ruffles.]
Still... I'm sure I look suspicious now. Not everyone is going to approach this kindly. Maybe that's paranoid of me.
[Honestly, "guilt" is a totally different ballpark for demons like him. Demons help create the pleasures, the torments, the temptations, and humans fall for it. Humans can absolutely do stuff on their own, but in the end, they're just trapped by their own vices.]
Look, as long as you don't, like, act super shady, I think people won't care. There's actual terrorists here, for cryin' out loud. Unless you want to draw attention...
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[Hm. Maybe that was a foolish question. Her lips thin a bit, eyes dropping to her hands as they follow along the wall towards the library door.]
You could probably find it on your own. I just thought it might be a good, um... icebreaker.
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[He's not a NERD. He's hardly going to come visit it again. But he'll just give a shrug.]
Go ahead. Let's see what ya wanna show me.
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Ah. There it is. She carefully pulls out a rather plain book, holding it in her hands with an oddly delicate touch.]
I assume you've been around more than long enough to hear of Maurice Maeterlinck?
[Yes, she saw that fun age on your plaque.]
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[..........Not ringing a bell.]
I'm guessin' that's some kind of author. I was never one for books and stuff, y'know. If you had to ask a demon, you'd have to ask Satan 'bout it. He's the bookworm of the family.
[Meanwhile, all he cared about over the years was the fluctuation of currencies and the economy.]
Is that his book?
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You're a... an actual demon, then?
[Said with an edge of suspicion. You look very human for a mythical creature, sir.]
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[He lightly shrugs.]
Ask any good witch, and they're sure to know my name.
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It's a Hebrew name, isn't it? I can't say I know very much about religion, so... I didn't really question the choice on introduction.
I take it that the pursuit of wealth and material gain is your ultimate goal, then? [Wasn't he called the Avatar of Greed?]
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Yep. One hundred percent. That's my thing, y'know. If it's money, or wealth, or anything valuable...I want it. That's what I live for.
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[If he's expecting her to be impressed, he might be a little disappointed, since she only falls silent to trace a finger idly over the front cover of the book in her hands.]
Maeterlink was not an author. He was a playwright. There's a work of his named The Blue Bird. It's... important to me.
I know you said that this isn't exactly what you would choose to be doing. But when you can, I'd like you to read it. Not right the second, of course. But... at some point.
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[That's...a request, alright. He stares at the book, then at her, like half expecting this is some kind of joke. It's apparently not a joke. He's silent for a moment, before reaching out a hand.]
Y'know, I don't just do stuff for anyone. Especially random humans. [Is there a faint blush in his cheeks? He's glancing off to the side again, but there's a thoughtfulness to his expression. Maybe he's thinking of somebody?] But I guess I'll read this play of yours. It's not like there's much else to do 'round here.
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I appreciate it.
Just... take your time, okay? If you can't understand the importance of the Blue Bird, then... well, I don't think you'll really understand what else I might have to explain to you. About me, or about what I might know.
Tell me what you think the children learned, Mammon, and why it's important. Until then... I can't tell you what my plaque means.
I'm sorry.
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Sure. Fine. I'll let ya know. [Hmmmph. He looks over the book briefly before putting it under an arm.] You sure are a lady of mysteries, huh, Luna?
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[Her hand curls back up at her collarbone again, smile growing more wistful and nostalgic.]
I think everyone is entitled to keep something close to their heart. Sometimes it just... takes some difficult choices to find out who will really understand.
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[Haha, book pun.]
Haha...I think I get that, though. [Keeping things close to the chest, he means. He practically has his heart on his sleeve, but there's some things that even he won't just tell anyone.] And besides, why waste time on someone who doesn't want to actually get to know ya?
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Still... I'm sure I look suspicious now. Not everyone is going to approach this kindly. Maybe that's paranoid of me.
I just... I want to be careful, I guess.
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[Poor Zenitsu.]
But anyways, trust me, like, "guilty party" ain't a big deal. I don't really think they'll be goin' after you for something like that.
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You... really think that's true?
[There's a delicacy to the question, a waver in her voice.]
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[Honestly, "guilt" is a totally different ballpark for demons like him. Demons help create the pleasures, the torments, the temptations, and humans fall for it. Humans can absolutely do stuff on their own, but in the end, they're just trapped by their own vices.]
Look, as long as you don't, like, act super shady, I think people won't care. There's actual terrorists here, for cryin' out loud. Unless you want to draw attention...
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I want to think that's the case, of course. I really, really do. I always want to think the best of humanity. But in this case, I...
[She considers finishing her thought, only for her mouth to close in a thin line, shaking her head.]
I'm sorry.
When you think you have an answer, would you come talk to me again?
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[What a strange lady. Mammon raises his shoulders in a large shrug.]
If we are really stickin' around for this stupid dinner party...yeah. I'll come talk to you later. For this...Blue Bird play of yours.
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Thank you, Mammon.
I hope we see each other soon. I'll be waiting, okay?
Goodbye.
[With one last short nod of her head, she makes for the doorway, her steps a little lighter than they had been on arrival.]