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Kuno has a minion!

Aleid the Chihiro




Kuno
Legacy Name: Kuno


The Chibi Hikei
Owner: Cor

Age: 19 years, 6 months, 6 days

Born: September 23rd, 2004

Adopted: 19 years, 6 months, 6 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 23rd, 2004 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 647
     
  • Strength: 1,615
     
  • Defense: 1,619
     
  • Speed: 1,617
     
  • Health: 1,614
     
  • HP: 1,610/1,614
     
  • Intelligence: 2,055
     
  • Books Read: 2022
  • Food Eaten: 9150
  • Job: Editor in Chief


CREDITS

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" I see numbers, ancient words... yet they see a means to conquer. "

"Wolves in the night, wolves in the hills," he muttered to himself, beyond even the reach of the library's echo. "That's what Cí­rdan would say. He never mentioned the wolves in here with us."

Kuno chanced a look into the hallowed stone halls above him, and tucked just in the shadows with only a balustrade and some heights between them, there stood a cloaked figure, featureless but for the silhouette. His minder. His 'guardian'. Gaoler, more like, he thought, and turned back to the books in front of him, strewn across the carved desk. Lest I wander from my 'studies'.

Deep down, Kuno knew Ambrosian personally meant him no harm, but cloaked and watching him at his work with eagle eyes, he couldn't help but feel resentful. With charts and calculations before him, Ambrosian's masters within the oligarchy wouldn't hesitate to send their Golden Son after Kuno should he try to escape; his genius being used to engineer their weaponry was far too valuable with the empire barely under control.

They call me a child and yet even I know this clime is a powderkeg. Numbers connected beneath his quill with almost bored ease, as natural as constellations by which to find his course. He had been so close to a breakthrough recently, curious and striving for new knowledge as always, but not with an added guilt from what he knew the old masters would do with it, once Ambrosian gave them his latest report. And Lilah has the nerve to take my gaoler into her arms, the traitor. The old sting of one of his only friends taking up with Ambrosian smarted less and less, just another barb to his hostage-cum-weaponsmith imprisonment in the capital.

From above, an owl call hooted through the library, and Kuno instinctively dropped his quill to calm Aleid, his pet startled to wakefulness and panic in his belled shirtsleeve. She was a forbidden luxury by the old masters, and the night birds that lodged in the high stone towers were a legitimate threat. But the call came from Ambrosian, cloak's hood tossed back to reveal his tumble of golden blond hair and sharp grin, and a bundle tossed below shortly after.

It made a mess of ink stains, twine, and brown paper, Ambrosian's package, but Kuno's curiosity got the better of him, and from the paper folds fell a little treat, a powdery bun that smelled of butter and cinnamon. "They don't use butter down here at the coast," he murmured, transfixed on the little piece of northern home in his hands. With it, a message in Ambrosian's scrawl, mind your aim. Kuno glared up at Ambrosian, whose laugh he could hear even from far below. "Mind your own," Kuno snarled, gesturing to the mess that was formerly his work.

His work. The ruin of paper and ink would take ages to sort out, equations half-legible half-remembered. Ambrosian had bought him some time with the old masters, a delay for his inevitable epiphany with the latest war machines' calculations.

"Oh." Kuno smiled, and with Ambrosian, found himself laughing.

Pet Treasure


Sealed Ensorcelled Tome

Mini Sticky Bun

Secret Codes

Fidele Cello Bow

Prima Cello

Dried Harvest Flower

Grilled Gooey Peanut Butter Sandwich

Peanut Butter Swirl Brownies

Beagle Quill

Bobber

Hidden in the Forest

Sticky Bun

Buckles and Buttons

Scarred Leather Record Book

Tattered Old Book

Calligraphy Pen

Libraries Around the World

Pet Friends


Cirdan
Things are about to change for the worse, aren't they?

Delilah
Fine. But that won't change the fact that none of this is right.

Ambrosian
I hope you know shame for your allegiances, Golden Son.