Oh Mai (Even) Moar Memories!
A very disgruntled Lavi sat alone in the center of the library. A fortress of books, coffee mugs, and manuscripts kept him glued to a spot on the carpet. It had been eight hours since head head quarters evacuated and in that time no contact had been made with anyone who hadn’t already crossed over. However the moment Lavi and Gramps arrived he was ruthlessly put to work. The old bear explained that they had to assume all their documents back at HQ were destroyed, and thus needed to replace them all, at Lavi’s expense. The teen scoffed. They had copies of the documents everywhere! There was no purpose in him replicating them all. He bent over the stack of papers, all of which were riddled with sloppy handwriting and coffee stains- he didn’t even like coffee- but he still continued writing the poorly worded memoirs of the 'star writer' in The Anglesea Arms “…’And this reporter has to ask’ (this is such crap)…”
“’What has become of our world’?” The teen threw his pen down at the floor with a triumphant yell. Every document was done, with not a word or punctuation mark out of place he might add. The teen shook his hand vigorously, he could already feel Carpel Tunnel setting in, then without any real warning Lavi tossed the scripts up into the air and fell back onto the makeshift barrier around him. His weight forced all the objects originally placed to enclose him to scatter like the papers. After lying there for a moment there Lavi groaned and got back up. He needed to find Gramps and give the old man a piece of his mind about being stuck with three years’ worth of documents to rewrite when they still hadn’t heard about the others’ whereabouts.
Where had the old man said he was going? Lavi paused in front of the library doors. He had NO idea where anything was in this place! He hadn’t left the library since they’d got there. This was definitely Bookman’s planning. Why else would he have him replicate all those documents, other than to test his memory skills and torture him. There simply was no logical reason in the teen's mind.
With that Lavi swung the large doors open and scoured the hallways for any sign or sound of the old man. Being that it was the dead of night however, there wasn’t much sound to begin with. This is so stupid! Where is that old crogger?!
“I’m compelled to believe your reason for leaving has ulterior motives!”
What? That was Komui’s voice…
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Supervisor. But the Black Order can no longer serve the Bookman’s purpose.” And that was Panda.
Lavi hurried over to the door he heard the voices coming from. He peered in through a crack and silently sighed. They were alone, unarmed, and standing at least three feet apart. They weren’t fighting yet- good.
“Because we were attacked? This is unacceptable!” Komui was glaring daggers.
“Because you were attacked and unable to effectively defend yourselves. A side that looses in a war is a side that we Bookman cannot afford to remain aligned with.”
“Damn it, this is the Millennium Earl! The Clan of Noah! You of all people should know how strong they are! A few losses like this are unavoidable!”
“Perhaps. But our decision remains- we’re leaving.”
Komui slammed his fist on his desk and was about to say more, when the door suddenly opened, as Lavi fell onto the carpet before them, leaving him unexpectedly exposed to the two men. “Uh, hey-”
Bookman glared at his junior. “Of course the idiot comes at a time like this. No matter.”
“What?” Lavi stared at the old man, confused.
Bookman grabbed hold of Lavi’s collar and proceeded to drag him back to the library. “The Order no longer serves our purpose. We’re leaving.”
“…..WHAT?”