It was quite after hours of the classes being let out; however Ginny was still adorned within the uniform although the vest was stashed away within the small carry-all that she used for her notebooks and such. She was a post-grad student however; there were a few classes she needed to attend to for the degree along with the writing of a dissertation of a topic that was within the course of her biological studies. Thus this had led her to be within the library, within one of the secluded nooks away from the hustle and bustle of the other students. Quiet was a normalcy for the poor student although it also allowed her to hear if there was anyone sneaking up on her too.

You couldn’t be too careful within the realm of the school. However many times she had to survive an attack, she knew that there was always another waiting somewhere for the right time. The blue orbs lifted up from the tome of her writing as she scanned the room carefully before putting her head back down. The pen lightly tapped upon the topics she had outlined before her abduction into N.I.C.E. Labs:

Bacterial metabolism upon the effects of unnatural organisms was well the only one that she had written down for a dissertation when she ready for it. Great, that would get the attention of N.I.C.E. Labs once more, and that attention was something that she didn’t need.

Bloody Hell! That slipped past the curtain of her lips which sounded louder within the silent realm of the library. Of course, Ginny ducked her head down which allowed any passing student or staff to view the delicate work of vines, ivy and leaves that made up the delicate work of the pentagram. What most didn’t know is that Ginny had done the artwork herself.

She finally propped her heart-shaped face upon the palm of her hand, as the pen continued to tap upon the notepad from her other hand as she tried to think of a thesis that wouldn’t end up with her becoming an experiment once more. However, her eyes took a dreamy look as the pen lulled her into daydream of the days when life had been more simplistic and she knew that her “family” was still around.

Ginny wasn't alone in her frustrations; a smallish young woman made a moue of displeasure towards the heap of books lying on the antique study desk. She swept her hand across the pile, diverting some of the tomes onto the edges of the wooden surface where they protruded into unsupported space, waiting to fall, and flipped open a volume of psychological theory. The table of contents led her to a certain chapter, but it turned out to be the wrong one, judging by the annoyed blast she exhaled.

"This is such a pain." Natsuki Saika fretted, twining a second finger into her hair as she dubiously regarded the books. Shokushu was so backwards! The humans were used to the indignities of libraries, and of dorm rooms, alarm bells and water fountains, so the school's audacious surplus of such things were beneath notice. Natsuki preferred more elegant solutions to life's difficulties. She liked to undertake her research with holographic objec-datums, organizing the glowing shape-symbols in empty space as she pleased, or commanding further information from the data packages which the symbols represented by the power of her voice. Shokushu computers were a paltry substitute, proffering mere two dimensional icons whose positional possibilities were constrained by the limits of the monitor screen. The library at least had objects for her to manipulate directly, unmediated by the unruly crenelations of a keyboard, but the information contained in their pages were so laborious to access. Natsuki tossed herself into a padded reading couch, stymied for the moment.

"It isn't even important research." she told herself. No longer interesting. Not when one considered all the stupid, eminently solvable difficulties that interposed themselves. The darkness encompassed her frustrations, diffusing them through the library in its featureless black, which only impressed the dark color of her thoughts onto the whole area. Grimacing, she tapped her toes on the desk in front of her, watching intently the jump, jump, of the books until one of them obligingly tumbled loudly onto the floor. A smile crossed her lips briefly as she wondered why she bothered coming to Shokushu so often.

"Bloody hell!" cried a fetching, female voice, flush with the same frustrations infecting Natsuki. The woman, or more correctly, the creature sat upright and inclined her soft, human-seeming body in the direction of the voice. Oh yes, that was why she visited this place. The damnable, primeval archive system had distracted her into forgetfulness. She felt grateful to the owner of the voice for reminding her of the joy which could be derived by studying something other than books, and she fell to imagining what the woman who had shouted must look like. She imagined the sultry, dexterous lips which sounded out the phrase "Bloody hell!" so vehemently, along with the pink and no doubt slippery tongue which pressed the woman's palate to form the 'd'. Whoever owned such lips, such a tongue, such a voice, could only be equally impressive in the rest of her features, a veritable spirit of nubile beauty. Natsuki retrieved her fingers from her tresses and sucked on her pinkie, thinking of sex. Always of sex, intruding on her mind at inappropriate hours like an intractable, welcome friend.

On her feet, Natsuki made her way toward where she'd heard the beckoning voice, measuring out her steps slowly so as to lengthen the anticipation. Neither Ginny nor Natsuki fully suspected the other, drawing closer, unacquainted for now. Around a bookshelf Natsuki heard the Ginny breathing, and paused. Natsuki inhaled sharply, surreptitiously touching her own breast to quell the mad battle raging in her heart. Just around the corner she'd see who that sweet voice belonged to. She turned it, smiling.

"Oh, hello." Natsuki dissembled as she saw Ginny. "I didn't realize someone was here."

Ginny had heard the footsteps of the other woman, although she had no knowledge of knowing that woman was really unnaturalness in disguise. Her hand flipped the notebook close, no one had that right to see her notes, well only three had, but that had seemed ages ago. The soft pink kittenish tongue slipped out as she nervously wet her lips, giving them a glistening sheen within the light of the library.

Finally, after that short interlude she saw who had been approaching her domain of quietness. Ginny’s eyes scanned the room for something to throw, but instead her arms remained where they were for now.

“Hello.” She stammered slightly as she noticed you there. Her fingers flexed slightly as she laid them down upon the table. That was just in case she needed to do a roundhouse to try to get to a more open area within the library. She had a stack of books upon the table, but with how petite she actually was, there was a small chance that she could get away if there was something or someone there to hamper that ability for her.

She wasn’t like the other students, she had a dearth of memories all within her brain, and many of them scrambled to high heaven. She had never seen you before here within the school, not that it mattered. Half of the students here, she really didn’t know.

“I didn’t realize either that there would be others here this late either, I must not be the only night owl anymore within the school.”

There was a softness to her accent, although she was British, there seemed be a mish-mash of every girl she had roomed with. Mainly those of her sisters.