[Log - Who's there?]

[mem_more_mihs]

Maurice sat at his desk writing steadily with both hands, as usual. His door was open, which meant that he did not mind being disturbed, as usual. He was as ever ready for visitors whether personal or business related, as usual.

Only very rarely were any of these conditions not met. Being one of the more sociable Memory Keepers it often fell to him to pass on messages to the rest of the group from outside forces as well as those inside. Still, he didn't mind the responsibility, it was almost always a pleasant surprise when he heard somebody knocking on the door.

"Come in," his effeminate and gentle voice called out with a smile. He didn't look away from his page though, he was so close to finishing it that he simply could not.

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[mem_more_mihs]

"I feel useless." Maurice shook his head. "I'm sorry War. I know it's frustratingly repetitive. One must question just how many people need to be hurt before something is done, but at the same time, the greatest minds can not come up with a solution... So what are we to do?"

He was not really asking War so much as questioning the empt space around them. Hoping perhaps that one of the greater gods would appear with the answer.

"Are you enjoying our weekly training sessions?" He asked then, changing the subject to one perhaps more light hearted.

[this_is_war]

"Well, the ones I get invited to are certainly interesting." War took the subject change, not willing to stay on a subject that frustrated him. He hadn't know how the conversation would have gone, but he'd been hoping for something else.

"Weird to think that old as you kids are, you've only just thought to try that out. But hey, don't get me wrong. Us Horsemen are a law unto ourselves, not like I could fight well with most other Forces."

[mem_more_mihs]

"Not that you would need to in most cases when you fight so well alongside the other horsemen." Maurice smiled.

"It's hard to think we will ever reach a level quite like that, being how difficult working together in combat is."

[this_is_war]

"Its easy enough to get in sync with three other people of the same alignment of you," War pointed out, as if modestly shrugged off the praise. "Even if you do hate each other. But if he really wants you guys to fight to that standard together in such a large group, he's got issues.

"If he just wants you all able to do it to a helpful degree... well, you'll all get there."

[mem_more_mihs]

"Who knows what Death wants. I get the impression that if we even improve a little he will be proud. Of course, now that I've seen what you can do together, I admit I want it more for myself."

[this_is_war]

War pointed at Maurice and lifted his eyebrows. "That'll be it. That'll be what he wants. You all to better yourself and want to."

He sighed melodramatically, "That's the kind of self-righteous bullshit he's into. Teaching people lessons for themselves.

"But hey, if it inspires you, go for it."

[mem_more_mihs]

"You're in a bad mood today, Force War." Maurice gave a smile. "Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?"

[this_is_war]

War smirked, the expression just a touch too wide for his face. "I can think of a few things, but they'd get you in trouble with your partner."

[mem_more_mihs]

"Force War!" Maurice giggled. It was always nice to be flirted with, even if he knew War couldn't really mean it. Aside from Force Pestilence, he was only interested in women so Maurice had heard. Then again, he wasn't exactly the most masculine of boys...

"You live up perfectly to your reputation."

[this_is_war]

"Ti'lan above, I hope not. I've got quite a few reputations and none of them are shining," War rolled his eyes. "Specially not ones spread by people who know me... suppose I must live up to them.

"Anyway, poppet," War reached out and stroked Maurice's hair briefly, "I just came to see how the aftermath was. Tell you what though, if anything happens involving Evil or a massive Library attack again, give me a call."

[mem_more_mihs]

"I will." Maurice blushed at the contact and gave War a sincerely grateful smile. "Thank you so much for coming to see me, Force War."

[this_is_war]

"Don't mention it." War shrugged with a lopsided smile, "It would ruin my street cred."

He turned and strode across the Library's floors, waving his hand over his shoulder as he left. "Later, Sadness Keeper."

[END]

[mem_more_mihs]

"Goodbye." [Maurice gave the Force a final wave before the man disappeared. Well now, that was interesting. He wasn't sure he could handle the moral dilemma War's visit had posed but when was he ever sure he could handle any of it? He'd have to think deeply abut this...]