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[history_keeper]

[Have a wild Bookman sitting behind a desk in the library in the East wing, flipping through both welcome pamphlets.  Piles of journals written by his Apprentices both past and present are scattered across the desk, nearby chairs and the floor next to his feet. He harrumphs at both pamphlets pushing them off to one side.]

Any minute now.

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[fallforthesky]

Bookman! [You're the first she's seen in the DR. As such, there's hardly a pause between the exclamation and Lenalee coming further into the room, a smile pulling at her lips. Slowly but surely, she's piecing back together her world, even in a place as fickle as this.]

[history_keeper]

[A smile small in return, taking a quick glance to check that her boots are indeed Crystal type Innocence and that she wears the current uniform of the Black Order. It's a small comfort that she's actually from around a similar timeline]

Miss Lenalee. I take it that are well. Or as well as can be given the circumstances.

[fallforthesky]

[The once-over is hardly anything new. She straightens the hem of her coat a bit awkwardly, likewise looking him over with perhaps a bit more concern than normal. He looks well. Thank goodness.] I-- I am, thank you...

Are you waiting for someone?

[history_keeper]

[Gestures to the chair on the opposite side of the desk]

Yes. I was waiting for the inevitable racket that would signal the coming of my idiot apprentice.

[fallforthesky]

Any one in particular? [Moves to sit in the seat, running a hand idly over some of the stacked journals. She doesn't make to read them, though.]