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[Idly dictated into the journal,]

It never ceases to amaze me with what people get to write, and what gets made into books. Some things just seem downright treasonous, but they still get bound, and bought, and read by lots of people.

I'm a little jealous to be frank. At home it could be pretty tough to get hold of books and things. Some of my friends couldn't even read so having books would have been moot.

[Rin is in the library today, which is not very surprising: the library is a good place to try and find her. Tad the Arcanine is hanging around lolling under tables and in front of chairs as she reads. Just now, she seems to be slipping a book into her carryall: the curious might get enough of a glimpse to see that she's making off with The Anarchist's Cookbook.

Open, of course.]

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Mmmm...I believe it simply happened one day, but I do not remember how.

[Not that he minds being a book, judging from how he flutters his pages.]

Did it hurt? How long have you been a book? How long were you a human?

A rather curious one, you are.

I get that a lot, but you know, I feel like it's more that most other people don't wonder much.

Perhaps due to a sense of complacency.

[...not that he can say anything about it.]

I couldn't say... [And she's not put off anyway.] How long were you a human?

Mmmm...

[This will take him a little bit to remember.]

Not very. Approximately twenty years.

Oh! Well, how long have you been a book? [A long time, from the sounds of it... if he doesn't think twenty years was much.]

Over a thousand years.

[Yyyyeah, the book years to not book years ratio is kind of skewed.]

Wow! What have you been doing all that time?

`[She will just keeps asking questions until he is completely sick of answering them.]

I had laid dormant for quite a while, until some idiot woke me up by senselessly beating me.

[Except he's very fond of said idiot. But shhhhh.]

... Isn't that strange to you? To have lost so much time?

Mmmm...perhaps. I will simply have to make up for it.

How long have you been awake now?

For at least five years.

[Give or take a few months.]

Oh... well, that's good!

[As if she knows him! But what else should she say to that?]

Pah! Simply because I have lost many years does not mean I do not have knowledge pertaining to them.

... How could you though?

[~~Magic/programming. Or something.~~]

...I do not know, but I will not complain about that. Some things are simply inexplicably clear in my memory.

... Are you a history book? Did people write in you?

No. I have only allowed one person to write within my pages, anyway.

How strange! Maybe you'll find out the answer someday...

I suppose. If it turns out that someone has defiled my pages in such a manner, they will have to face retribution!

[He likes his pages a lot, as you can probably tell.]

Haha, what would you do to them? Whack them over the head with your cover?

[And now he takes the time to conjure up some dark magic hands, crossing them over himself like icon.]

Something more than that, thank you very much.