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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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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.

Woah! How interesting! [She stares admiringly for a moment at his big ghostly paws, before looking back to his 'face'.]

... Have you ever whacked someone over the head anyway?