"Well, as long as you keep up with it," Apollo said. "Then sure. I'll contact my friends tonight and see if they can help you learn."

"Well, perhaps tomorrow afternoon if they agree," Apollo answered. "I doubt they will refuse."

Apollo sounded serious and had a bit of a harsh tone when he said, "They have their own lives too. Quit being a sel..." He trailed off, his face blanking and his eyes turning sunset. He was quiet for a good moment.

He cleared his throat, shaking himself out of it, and then said in a more relaxed tone, "Anyway, they would have to prepare teaching stuff and then prepare traveling magic to teleport here. As well, they need to take care of themselves. It would be bad to have low-energy teachers."

Apollo yawned with a shrug.

"...Now what should we do?" Apollo said, leaning against the balcony railing.

(help, roleplaying elaine feels like digging my own grave. Omg why did I make a character that is practically the exact opposite of me)
(cod dam you brain for wanting to make a challenge)

"Ugh, fine." Elaine huffed, "...wanna see my library? I bet it's the biggest collection of books you've seen!" 

Elaine impulsively grabbed Apollo's hand and started leading him towards her library.

Elaine led them down one set of stairs, onto the second floor. She pushed open the first door she found revealing a large room of just books on rows upon rows of shelves.


(Elaine has an entire floor filled with books. Is it excessive? Yes. Does Elaine care that it's excessive? No because she's the definition of excessive.)

Elaine nodded "yep! Impressed?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking, "because this is only the tip of the iceberg."

"Heh, I know." Elaine grabbed his hand again and dragged him away, showing him all the different rooms all filled with shelves of books.


(my pyromaniac self can not stop thinking about setting all those books on fire, I know they're fictional books but still...)

"I mostly read fiction, the real world is boring." Elaine replied, shrugging. She ran a hand over the spines of the books, skimming over the titles.

(HSDJHFJDSHGFJHSG DW MARSH HAS A DIGITAL COPY OF ALL OF THE BOOKS JUST IN CASE)

"Personally, I think the classics are boring. I prefer stories with a more ambiguous and open end, leaves more for the imagination to play with y'know. Of course, a generic hero story is always nice when you want to read something with a predictable ending."

"Knowing the ending...it's feels kinda like fate? Watching the characters go through their motions knowing no matter what plot twist happens they'll still make it out on top...it's just not fun. There's no real suspense, though I suppose that kind of life would be nice, one where you know you'll always win. A life with an actual end goal... Ah, sorry went on a small tangent there. Is there any particular stories you'd like to read? You can borrow one of my books if you want, just make sure to return it."


(Time to project my book preferences onto Elaine...)

"Great! Frances?" Elaine called out, and he arrived, "ha! I knew it, you've been following us haven't you?" She's grinning at the vampire like she just won something. Frances doesn't say a word, just awkwardly stared at the ground. "Anyways, won't you keep our new guest company? I'm gonna go get some fresh air, I'll be back later!" She waved goodbye, walking out of the library.

"Oh um, stay safe...." The words die on his lips as she's out the door before he's even finished talking. Frances sighed.

"It is," He agreed, "sometimes I think she likes to collect these more than read them. Threw a big tantrum once when we couldn't find a limited edition copy of whatever new novel she was obsessed over, it had a gold cover or something which was why she wanted it so bad. Personally I don't care much for books, but if they make her happy then I don't really mind taking care of all these."