The Gatekeeper's Planner

"What's up with you?" Harris was sitting across from Basar, scrapping the bottom of the cup he was holding with his spoon, trying to get the last of whatever he was eating out and into his mouth. "We solved a big chunk of the bibliovore mystery, hell, we even have photographic proof of what they are now. We should be celebrating!" Harris gestured to his now, officially empty, cup. "Yet here you are looking as down as ever. Well, that's not, really anything new, given you and your uh, well. Uhm. Point is we should celebrate!"

"I am not supposed to be here, Harris." Basar hadn't touched the food Harris had gotten for him. He had idly unwrapped the sandwich, watching the steam rise up out of it, but otherwise hadn't bothered to take a bite. Harris let out a small scoff.

"Would you let this go already? A Way let you in, the Library doesn't care."

"The - Jailors were banned from the Library long ago, Harris, I am not exempt from that. It should care. I care."

"You care too much." Harris set down his cup and looked Basar in the eyes. "Why does this bother you so much? You're doing good work for the Library - helping solve this issue they're having. The Library itself let you in. What reason does it have to kick you out? Don't you think you're overreacting slightly?"

"It does not make sense. Not at all." While Basar wasn't able to raise his voice, he did clench his jaw, that being the only obvious sign of his frustration. "Why let me in when the people I have worked with have directly harmed its halls? Out of respect of the Library and the wishes it and its patrons have, I do not think I should be here."

"I am a Library patron and I don't care! No one here does! Do you see anyone driving you out with pitchforks?"

"No."

"Then stop caring!"

"It is a violation of rules."

"Then they would've already kicked you out!"

"Why am I allowed in, Harris?"

"Look, Basar, I don't know, but frankly I don't think it matters."

"It matters to me."

"You're impossible." Harris sighed and gestured towards Basar's sandwich. "Is eating their food a violation of rules too?"

"It is using their resources-"

"I'll save it for later then." Harris took the sandwich and wrapped it back up again, tucking it into his bag for later. "We can go ask an Archivist if this is going to bother you so much. But honestly, Basar, how do you think that's going to go? You walk up to them and be like 'hello yes I am your sworn enemy a jailor please kick me out!!'"


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Hello. This is an organization interested in the services you provide, as listed in your entry on the "Hire Magic Thugs" website. Are you available for a task this week (Reward: $3900)?



Sure, I'm down. What time, what place, what's the task, etc etc…Also, why just 3900 lmao, why not 4000? Did your mom only give you that much because she needed the $100 for your therapy? What kind of BS organization is this anyway?

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FIGHT SCENE, ALMOST END


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