[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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[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...]