listen when there's no sound

kalt The question isn’t who will let me; but rather, who’s going to stop me    He walked into the Atheneum with Ashe, a small grin on his face. The Atheneum had become like a second home to him, and he was learning all the books and crannies in the building, commuting them to memory and using them at his own convenience. He had also begun working through the vast amount of books and tomes and whatever else was in there to make sense of it all. His perfect memory allowed him to put a book down and remember exactly where it was when he came back. The only downside is that people kept moving shit. Bastards…    Kalt returned the small squeeze that the raven-haired girl gave his hand, and his eyes scanned the large room. He smirked slightly at her and shook his head. “They don’t,” he told her. “And they fuck it up when I try to do it.”    Granted, his method of organizing was pretty damn unique to his own mind, so it wasn’t like anyone else would have been even able to follow whatever nonsensical organizational patterns he had set out.    His hand released hers then and found the small of her back, brushing across it as he walked by her to approached the shelves and shelves of information.    Their focus in being there was to gather as much information on Mort as they could, but there was a surprising lack of available information that he had seen thus far. Gods and their annoying habit of being all mysterious… That shit got old.    He approached a few books that he remembered had some kind of information about the gods, and then reached for a few that had symbols pertaining to the deities on the bindings. Whether they would be helpful or not, he didn’t know, but it was worth a shot.    A crooked grin on his face, he handed two of the books to Ashe and nodded his head to a quiet corner of the Atheneum where they could spread the information all out if need be.