Or perhaps a nice future where you don't have to be in charge of people and can just sit in a back room alone, recording things for posterity. Tessa certainly isn't the one to run the intervention, especially when she just got finished telling him that people in her would would text to each other all day instead of talking in person. People in those days could have accused her of being a hermit and she couldn't have denied it.
Which is funny, since he's staring at her now and she's considering picking up the hermit lifestyle again. Did she do a stupid Rifter faux pas? Why's he just... staring? Should she shoot him awkward fingerguns? That's her go to when she feels like she's said something stupid.
Oh, the book. She shows a touch of surprise at his confession, but takes the book before he can have an aneurysm at having his own opinion. ]
Ooo, fancy. [ Tessa runs fingertips across the cover. ] Really well made and everything. Now is this the original, or one of the copies you made that you wanna hand out?
One of the copies. The original--the Compendium, that is--I have it locked, in one of the cupboards, but, um--
[Many of the cupboards have locks, but the locks are not often employed. Salvio can only dream of an office where the cupboards are locked to prevent unnecessary viewing of files. Sensibility and good practice keeps the cupboards unlocked, for transparency. No one can accuse you of embezzlement if your records are there for the viewing.
It is a rare honor, therefore, to use a lock. Salvio fumbles at his worktable and unearths a small box. He presses his fingertips to its sides, and with a soft click, the lid springs open, revealing the key. This, he carries to the cupboard and opens it.
The Emergent Compendium is a large, thick tome, with a solid cover of cloth and board and a red gemstone embedded in its center. A pair of straps are stretched over the dense pages, as if to keep its vast knowledge contained. Salvio hefts it in his arms and turns to present it to Tessa.]
[ Tessa has only seen fancy books like this a couple of times before, back during that one year of college she did. One professor was adamant that they use book sources from the university library, and she spotted some old dusty tomes there. None with a gemstone on them, however. ]
So you copied its magic or whatever to make these?
[ She glances down at the book she's still holding before looking back up at him. Magic is still sort of a scary unknown to her. She doesn't shun it or anything, but she has a healthy wariness about it. Even so, she's curious about this book. Which is weird, considering the pool of books she's read is pretty shallow. ]
What's it say inside? Does it connect to another book like it?
[The most mild of corrections, because he knows what she's getting at. With some reverence, he looks down at the cover of the Compendium.]
It says--well, many things. Inside. The pages are ever-changing. The theory is that it is connected not to another book--but to an entire library, unseen, from which a wealth and variety of knowledges might be contained or divined. Pictures, even.
I, uh--I can show you?
[Invitingly, he lifts the book, as he crosses back toward his work table. Quite overrun with forms and parchment and ledgers and things, but--after tucking the Compendium safely to his chest with one arm--Salvio clears a space, gently.]
I am hesitant for too many to see, but--then again, it is not up to me what knowledges and, and the like, might be shared.
[ Tessa wonders if that's an easy thing for mages to do or something only a really talented one can pull off. But he seems so focused on the book itself that she decides she can ask later. ]
Yeah, totally! I think it'd be really cool to see some random bit of knowledge.
[ Though honestly, her real interest comes from the fact that this just reminds her of the internet. That this book is connected to a library feels like Wikipedia. But she can recognize that here in this world, it'd be a bigger deal. ]
So any clue why it's always changing? Like it's a big book, right? Are all the pages filled at once, then they all change at once?
[Cool is not a new word or a concept to Salvio, but not one he frequently uses himself. For Tessa's sake, he musters a,] Yes.
[Warm, but with no attempt to repeat the cool. It would only sound stupid from him. Carefully, he sets the Compendium in the space that he has cleared. Carefully, he begins to undo the straps that bind it.]
Its magic is inscrutable. The pages fill in order, as if it is an unseen hand writes in it--but the pages, they empty, as quickly as they fill. Words appear and then disappear, and are replaced by new words. Or drawings. Sketches. Things-- Ah, and mostly they are rendered in a code, of some sort. The words, that is. Phrases. The drawings remain drawings. Um, here--
[He smooths open a page and steps back to give her a better view. On the parchment page of the book, lines of text fade in and out in quick succession: !pbafO leT, vlY qxeQ !alebY, and then, the line after it, LifxE qfeP L, and the line below that, bE qlK. An illustration of a dragon in flight filters in, almost obscuring the last letter of the last inscrutable phrase.]
[ Okay, now she's definitely interested. Why's it in code? Is this some mage far away trying to spread forbidden knowledge that the Chantry doesn't want to get out there? Or is this book only for "intellectuals?" ]
Oh my God, you'd have to be quick to copy this down and give it another look.
[ She tries to figure it out, but she's not even sure where to start and it's already fading away. She does note the letter L all on its own and she points to it as the ink fades. ]
Hey, that's an I. Or an A. Ooooor, I could be completely wrong. Like I shouldn't even be able to read stuff here, but I can. Have you had any luck working out the code?
[ She glances up at him after the momentary distraction of the dragon. ]
[Salvio tips his head to see the L, when she points it out. He catches the tail end of its shape, before it fades from sight.]
It-- No, I have not. Uh, that is, I have not--made particular study of the, um. The code. It is but one theory, as I say, and my interest--my skill, what, little there is, it is not, uh--not to do with code.
[He sneaks a glance at Tessa, with wishy-washy hope.]
[ She smiles apologetically, shaking her head no. ]
I think if I tried, I'd just end up confusing myself. It's still pretty interesting, though. And I'm sure you could get somebody to sit and copy some of this out to give to a... code breaker, I guess they're called.
[Salvio is already nodding, rapidly, before she's even finished that thought. Yes, of course. Yes, it was a stupid question. Yes, he really knew better than to hope for that coincidence to be at all true.]
Yes. Yes, I thought-- ah, we are of. Similar mind, then. [Too weird? Okay, whatever, just keep it moving--] I had thought to contact the, um. Scoutmaster. To see if there might be someone with that specialty, that she is aware of.
[Beleth Ashara, the money-waster. Salvio looks down at the Compendium, which is rapidly spilling out another line of encoded text, obeqiJ oriV obeqiJ oriV obeqiJ oriV obeqiJ oriV.]
[ Okay, dude, she gets it. You agree with her. That's cool. Don't pull a muscle in your neck, okay? ]
Yeah? Is there some sort of story there, or you just being protective over the book?
[ Forces Division for life, yo. She doesn't know what goes on in the other divisions, really. She just picked Forces because it seems focused on the tasks she could do.
She follows his gaze down to the book. Hey, these words are repeating. Too bad she doesn't even know where to start. Why are the capital letters at the end? Is this backwards? What could be said that's just two words repeated over and over? Weird. ]
Well. It is a rare book. To be sure. But the scoutmaster would not--of course, she would not willfully or, you know, willingly, purposefully--harm it, or.
[He frowns, and then covers that frown by rubbing his fingers briskly over his upper lip, working that disguise.]
It is not a story. The scoutmaster is a fine leader of her, her assigned members of the Inquisition, they do fine work under her, she is fairly organized by all accounts. And she is... generous, with resources. By the books, I mean, this is from the ledgers, and-- I have no grudge, of course. No complaint. Merely a... caution.
Anyways, it hardly matters. If the code were deemed to benefit the Inquisition--if there was some merit, to be found, in the breaking of it, or some--knowledge, that it conceals, for as of now, we can only guess--well, then, of course, the Compendium would be entrusted. To the Scouts. For--research.
[ She lifts her eyebrows, but doesn't interject. She can see how someone making a lot of requests for resources from him would be a strain. Sort of one of those "Oh, it's you again," deals like back when she was a waitress and the same people were constantly beckoning her over for more drinks, more Sweet 'n Low, another napkin for Little Jimmy because he drew all over his with ketchup. Yeeeeah, it'd be obnoxious. ]
Right. It'll be in good hands. They wouldn't be scouts if they couldn't do all that sneaky stuff well. And you do wanna know what the book's really saying, don't you? I know I'm curious as all get out.
[Salvio looks back at the Compendium. Upon its pages, a sketch of a tower is flying by, lines whipping up a structure of a size that would be staggering to behold in reality. Pointed spires at the top, like a crown. A moonlit night--and then it is gone, fading away, replaced by a jumble of letters. He runs a thumb along the bottom of the page, reverently.]
Yes. I will admit to-- curiosity. It is a marvel, if nothing else. To learn more of it--well, that would be significant. For the Inquisition. Deeply significant.
[ She honestly can't think of another person who would look down at a book this way, not to mention the way he's practically fondling the page. He's exactly the right person to have control of it. ]
It's gotta be important if it's all in code, yeah. Will you let me know what you find out, if the scouts take a look 'n at?
Yeah, totally. I'll send you really bad doodles of me doing my job as a status update. Little Tessa sweeping. Little Tessa taking inventory. It'll be so impressive.
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Or perhaps a nice future where you don't have to be in charge of people and can just sit in a back room alone, recording things for posterity. Tessa certainly isn't the one to run the intervention, especially when she just got finished telling him that people in her would would text to each other all day instead of talking in person. People in those days could have accused her of being a hermit and she couldn't have denied it.
Which is funny, since he's staring at her now and she's considering picking up the hermit lifestyle again. Did she do a stupid Rifter faux pas? Why's he just... staring? Should she shoot him awkward fingerguns? That's her go to when she feels like she's said something stupid.
Oh, the book. She shows a touch of surprise at his confession, but takes the book before he can have an aneurysm at having his own opinion. ]
Ooo, fancy. [ Tessa runs fingertips across the cover. ] Really well made and everything. Now is this the original, or one of the copies you made that you wanna hand out?
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[Many of the cupboards have locks, but the locks are not often employed. Salvio can only dream of an office where the cupboards are locked to prevent unnecessary viewing of files. Sensibility and good practice keeps the cupboards unlocked, for transparency. No one can accuse you of embezzlement if your records are there for the viewing.
It is a rare honor, therefore, to use a lock. Salvio fumbles at his worktable and unearths a small box. He presses his fingertips to its sides, and with a soft click, the lid springs open, revealing the key. This, he carries to the cupboard and opens it.
The Emergent Compendium is a large, thick tome, with a solid cover of cloth and board and a red gemstone embedded in its center. A pair of straps are stretched over the dense pages, as if to keep its vast knowledge contained. Salvio hefts it in his arms and turns to present it to Tessa.]
This is the original.
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[ Tessa has only seen fancy books like this a couple of times before, back during that one year of college she did. One professor was adamant that they use book sources from the university library, and she spotted some old dusty tomes there. None with a gemstone on them, however. ]
So you copied its magic or whatever to make these?
[ She glances down at the book she's still holding before looking back up at him. Magic is still sort of a scary unknown to her. She doesn't shun it or anything, but she has a healthy wariness about it. Even so, she's curious about this book. Which is weird, considering the pool of books she's read is pretty shallow. ]
What's it say inside? Does it connect to another book like it?
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[The most mild of corrections, because he knows what she's getting at. With some reverence, he looks down at the cover of the Compendium.]
It says--well, many things. Inside. The pages are ever-changing. The theory is that it is connected not to another book--but to an entire library, unseen, from which a wealth and variety of knowledges might be contained or divined. Pictures, even.
I, uh--I can show you?
[Invitingly, he lifts the book, as he crosses back toward his work table. Quite overrun with forms and parchment and ledgers and things, but--after tucking the Compendium safely to his chest with one arm--Salvio clears a space, gently.]
I am hesitant for too many to see, but--then again, it is not up to me what knowledges and, and the like, might be shared.
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Yeah, totally! I think it'd be really cool to see some random bit of knowledge.
[ Though honestly, her real interest comes from the fact that this just reminds her of the internet. That this book is connected to a library feels like Wikipedia. But she can recognize that here in this world, it'd be a bigger deal. ]
So any clue why it's always changing? Like it's a big book, right? Are all the pages filled at once, then they all change at once?
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[Warm, but with no attempt to repeat the cool. It would only sound stupid from him. Carefully, he sets the Compendium in the space that he has cleared. Carefully, he begins to undo the straps that bind it.]
Its magic is inscrutable. The pages fill in order, as if it is an unseen hand writes in it--but the pages, they empty, as quickly as they fill. Words appear and then disappear, and are replaced by new words. Or drawings. Sketches. Things-- Ah, and mostly they are rendered in a code, of some sort. The words, that is. Phrases. The drawings remain drawings. Um, here--
[He smooths open a page and steps back to give her a better view. On the parchment page of the book, lines of text fade in and out in quick succession: !pbafO leT, vlY qxeQ !alebY, and then, the line after it, LifxE qfeP L, and the line below that, bE qlK. An illustration of a dragon in flight filters in, almost obscuring the last letter of the last inscrutable phrase.]
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[ Okay, now she's definitely interested. Why's it in code? Is this some mage far away trying to spread forbidden knowledge that the Chantry doesn't want to get out there? Or is this book only for "intellectuals?" ]
Oh my God, you'd have to be quick to copy this down and give it another look.
[ She tries to figure it out, but she's not even sure where to start and it's already fading away. She does note the letter L all on its own and she points to it as the ink fades. ]
Hey, that's an I. Or an A. Ooooor, I could be completely wrong. Like I shouldn't even be able to read stuff here, but I can. Have you had any luck working out the code?
[ She glances up at him after the momentary distraction of the dragon. ]
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[Salvio tips his head to see the L, when she points it out. He catches the tail end of its shape, before it fades from sight.]
It-- No, I have not. Uh, that is, I have not--made particular study of the, um. The code. It is but one theory, as I say, and my interest--my skill, what, little there is, it is not, uh--not to do with code.
[He sneaks a glance at Tessa, with wishy-washy hope.]
I don't suppose that you....?
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I think if I tried, I'd just end up confusing myself. It's still pretty interesting, though. And I'm sure you could get somebody to sit and copy some of this out to give to a... code breaker, I guess they're called.
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Yes. Yes, I thought-- ah, we are of. Similar mind, then. [Too weird? Okay, whatever, just keep it moving--] I had thought to contact the, um. Scoutmaster. To see if there might be someone with that specialty, that she is aware of.
[Beleth Ashara, the money-waster. Salvio looks down at the Compendium, which is rapidly spilling out another line of encoded text, obeqiJ oriV obeqiJ oriV obeqiJ oriV obeqiJ oriV.]
If I can trust in her. That is.
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Yeah? Is there some sort of story there, or you just being protective over the book?
[ Forces Division for life, yo. She doesn't know what goes on in the other divisions, really. She just picked Forces because it seems focused on the tasks she could do.
She follows his gaze down to the book. Hey, these words are repeating. Too bad she doesn't even know where to start. Why are the capital letters at the end? Is this backwards? What could be said that's just two words repeated over and over? Weird. ]
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[He frowns, and then covers that frown by rubbing his fingers briskly over his upper lip, working that disguise.]
It is not a story. The scoutmaster is a fine leader of her, her assigned members of the Inquisition, they do fine work under her, she is fairly organized by all accounts. And she is... generous, with resources. By the books, I mean, this is from the ledgers, and-- I have no grudge, of course. No complaint. Merely a... caution.
Anyways, it hardly matters. If the code were deemed to benefit the Inquisition--if there was some merit, to be found, in the breaking of it, or some--knowledge, that it conceals, for as of now, we can only guess--well, then, of course, the Compendium would be entrusted. To the Scouts. For--research.
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Right. It'll be in good hands. They wouldn't be scouts if they couldn't do all that sneaky stuff well. And you do wanna know what the book's really saying, don't you? I know I'm curious as all get out.
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[Salvio looks back at the Compendium. Upon its pages, a sketch of a tower is flying by, lines whipping up a structure of a size that would be staggering to behold in reality. Pointed spires at the top, like a crown. A moonlit night--and then it is gone, fading away, replaced by a jumble of letters. He runs a thumb along the bottom of the page, reverently.]
Yes. I will admit to-- curiosity. It is a marvel, if nothing else. To learn more of it--well, that would be significant. For the Inquisition. Deeply significant.
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It's gotta be important if it's all in code, yeah. Will you let me know what you find out, if the scouts take a look 'n at?
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[Yeah, there we go.]
And you, um. You will take one of the books? To, to experiment with?
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[ Wow, first? That perks her up a bit. ]
Yeah, totally. I'll send you really bad doodles of me doing my job as a status update. Little Tessa sweeping. Little Tessa taking inventory. It'll be so impressive.