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[This afternoon finds one failemp in his usual haunt in the library, practically walled in by piles of books on the occult. Yet, the laptop in front of him reveals only a blank page. He stares harder at the open curse book at his side, as if he could will the words to stop swimming together in his head. Thus far, he has managed little success.]

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[Coming up from behind and noticing the blank page.]

It isn't like you to stall on your research.

[And there's that tense expression quickly flitting through his eyes again, as he focuses on her...]

—Ah, it has been impossible to focus today, with everyone else looking for their own ways to prepare and showing less concern for the requirement of quiet.

You could take your work elsewhere.

There is too much to carry.

And too much to read in one sitting.

It is hardly a feat during regular times.

Perhaps, but it seems to be an obstacle now; enough of one that you should reconsider your approach else you waste the rest of your day.

[Though he is loathe to admit it, he knows fully well he will see no different results, regardless of his location. Still... he closes the book, the start of that latter statement repeating in his ears.]

... So it seems.

[Just... frowns and scans his wall o'books until she spots the one she's looking for and removes it from the stack.]

Besides, I was looking for this one.

[Glancing over to see what book she's selected.]

[idk, something on the possession of inanimate objects]

... I Should think we are more prepared for that one this time.

Were you aware that last Halloween saw a number of people having their throats slit after communicating with a possessed journal?

—What?

I'm told it happened around the time that the vampire population was experiencing the early stages of heightened bloodlust.

Hardly a coincidence... Were they killed while writing in it or immediately after, when they tried to leave it?

I don't believe that they were killed — perhaps some were, but not the individual I spoke with. He said that the longer they communicated, the more agitated the spirit became until it snapped. Immediately thereafter, he said that he felt a sharp pain and that he had suffered a deep cut around his neck. The book itself had disappeared.

Why would they keep communicating with a bothered spirit? They know this place better than that.

[Says the boy who thought an apple was his mother. <<]

This place is better aware of the people than they are of its machinations.

How many were manipulated by this book?

I don't know.

And your source?

[yeah, no, not unleashing you on an unsuspecting anybody]

My source doesn't need to be named.

... I would prefer a direct discussion about this incident, especially if they have reason to believe it might be repeated.

This isn't up for argument, Lelouch.