[56] beyond a fairly vague report

[buildstherobots]

A: [action]
[Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!

It's a flying cockbot robot! Dist has gotten his regain, and it's outfitted his mech with a beautiful set of propellers, all the better for flying all around your lovely town in. It's been a long time since he's gotten to do anything with his beloved Kaiser, and with his chair and its

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B

[no_indoor_voice]

[Having discovered that his irritating tagalong drone son leaves him the fuck alone when given the chance to wander freely about the library, there is now a Tybalt folded up- as much as one can fold while standing- and reading the pamphlet somewhere in the stacks with his thumb pressed to his lower lip.

He's looking increasingly incredulous.]

[buildstherobots]

Absurd, isn't it?

[no_indoor_voice]

[looks up and practically growls] No, the absurd part is that I could not have even been kidnapped!

[buildstherobots]

[Dist makes a face.]

Ssh! Do you want to get me in trouble?

The people here can kidnap anyone, from anywhere. Even dead people.

C

[ontoinfinity]

[A primer sounds like a good idea to him. He's got the information he got from Miss Buckley, but more information can't hurt. Going through, he ignores the books and makes a beeline for the man with white hair.]

Excuse me? Hi. Are you Mr. Dist?

Re: C

[buildstherobots]

[Dist looks up from shelving a book, grinning brilliantly.]

Yes, I am Dist! Are you one of the newcomers?

[ontoinfinity]

Yeah. I've been here for about three weeks.

[He offers a hand.]

Diggory.

[buildstherobots]

[Shakes!]

Excellent. How much have you heard?

[He produces a folded letter from the inner pocket of his coat and hands it over.]

Durr sometimes I'll choose B like I should phone, standard filters

[lunawolves10th]

"Glad to see you implemented my suggestion. I've taken the liberty of meeting up with your former wife. I can see why you despised her, likely for the same reasons I find her admirable."

XD IT HAPPENS

[buildstherobots]

Your suggestion?

And what, exactly, does that mean?

[He doesn't sound angry when he says it, really, just kind of confused.]

[lunawolves10th]

"I said the pamphlet could use updating."

[buildstherobots]

...Yes. Yes you did.

[Why had he forgotten that? Oh well.]

It is now as comprehensive and relevant as I could make it, which is, of course, extremely so.

Re: B

[buildstherobots]

I have a few other things, yes. Most of what I know, however, I have not written down.

[...He makes a note to do so. Probably a good plan.]

[buildstherobots]

If you can get it to me, I'll file it away with my other information.

Is he dangerous?

C

[doudemoe]

[More information would be good. While he's gotten the basics of the town down from Miss Nanoha, yesterday's teatime with that creepy little girl taught him that he would need more than that if he planned to escape this town.

So off to the library. He doesn't see anyone at the front desk, so he decides to quietly wander around the shelves. At least until he finds a white-haired man munching on some candy bar.]

Excuse me.

Re: C

[buildstherobots]

[Dammit, he's supposed to be hiding. He stows the bar away quickly and stands, putting a hand on the shelves to steady himself.]

Hello! Are you looking for Dist?

[doudemoe]

[Right. Good job there.]

Yes. Would you happen to be him?

[buildstherobots]

But of course.

[He gives a little bow and a flourish.]