Why Are So Many People TALKING IN THE LIBRARY.

[solaufein]

>>Two years?" She echoed, looking from Hellboy to Sol and back. "Have you honestly been around for two years? Have you just been somewhere else? Like me, I've been with the bureau for almost three decades and stuck in God-forsaken Russia. Where have you been if you've been here two years?"<<

Solaufein cocked his head to one side, and made to speak before Hellboy interrupted him.

"Yeah I get what you mean Bones. I haven't seen the kid around here either. And unlike your white British ass, I've been around here in the good ol' US of A, rather than palling around with the ruskies," Hellboy said matter-o-factly

Solaufein cleared his throat, to sort of recenter the attention upon himself.
"I haven't been here. In this facility. I'm glad they moved me finally. The library here is very large. Far larger than the mental facility I was in before this," Solaufein said simply.
"I was a bit...unwell. Thinner. Poorly kept. Unable to conjure proper words or form a sentence. And I did not know English, only Russian. Two years there, and I am fit to be moved here. Though I do not think they are done with my rehabilitation. Oh well, at least there is more to read here," he continued, shrugging slightly.

"I think we have some pretty big holes in your story kid," Hellboy grunted.

"You....you wanted to know...more?" Solaufein asked softly, beginning to show his discomfort again.

[Frankie Guidicini]

>>"Yeah I get what you mean Bones. I haven't seen the kid around here either. And unlike your white British ass, I've been around here in the good ol' US of A, rather than palling around with the ruskies," Hellboy said matter-o-factly.<<

Frankie actually snickered. "I'm sorry I was in limbo between two agencies and couldn't be here instead of a frozen hell, Red. It's not my fault I was the lucky one to keep an eye on the commies instead of stay here, drink beer, and eat apple pie."

Frankie listened to Sol's story with an indifferent expression. He knew Russian eh? Well, that was a bit of fun knowledge. Maybe if they were on missions in the future and were held prisoner or in some bloody situation of the like they could communicate without their opponents knowing what they were saying. She tucked that bit of info away for use on a rainy day, but thought for a second, "...What was the Russian word for Band-aid?..."

>>"I think we have some pretty big holes in your story kid," Hellboy grunted.

"You....you wanted to know...more?" Solaufein asked softly, beginning to show his discomfort again. <<

Frankie arched her eyebrow again. Man, this kid seemed prety self-conscious. But of course, Frankie didn't like people who pried. Usually when people started asking her about her life before the BPRD, she might murmur that she had a husband and daughter, but other than that, she'd tell people to sod off.

"I can understand if you don't want to divulge too much, or anything for a matter of fact. But since you're new here, just like everyone else, people will want to know your story. I really have no right to pry because I'm not really the type that has a bestest best friend she tells everything to. So if you want us to know more, be my guest. I won't ask, though."

[solaufein]

>>"I can understand if you don't want to divulge too much, or anything for a matter of fact. But since you're new here, just like everyone else, people will want to know your story. I really have no right to pry because I'm not really the type that has a bestest best friend she tells everything to. So if you want us to know more, be my guest. I won't ask, though."<<

Solaufein let out a long sighing breath, after Frankie spoke.
He certainly looked relieved that the situation was beginning to diffuse itself. Discourse was not his strong suit, and though the presence of the clearly inhuman Hellboy had calmed him some, the boisterous and loud attitude of the human woman was beginning to put a strain on Sol.

He would be glad to go back to his reading soon enough. He had almost forgot his place - a chapter on animating a servile skeleton to do one's bidding.

Solaufein realized himself again, he was looking far too relieved, and so he straightened himself up and nodded politely.
"I am sorry. I would prefer, I think, a chance to go back to my reading. Speaking, it puts ah...hrrm...it puts such a...a...strain on my voice. A time to rest would be best," Solaufein said slowly.

Hellboy shrugged and turned his head to look back toward Abe and Nuala. He caught a glimpse of Abe slipping into his tank - Nuala having apparently already left, and he cursed himself quietly.

Solaufein, misenterpreting Hellboy's response, fidgeted slightly and spoke again.
"We could...I could, continue this conversation at ah...dinner I believe? That is the next meal," He lied.

Sol did not like to eat, and he did not like to remove his bandages in front of others. So certainly, he would not be removing his bandages to then eat in front of others.

"Eh? Whatever you want kid. Sounds like it could be an interesting enough stories. Though around here, we're hardly in short supply. I'll even trade yah, tell you a story or two in return," Hellboy said casually, scratching his ass with his stone hand.

[Frankie Guidicini]

>>Solaufein realized himself again, he was looking far too relieved, and so he straightened himself up and nodded politely.
"I am sorry. I would prefer, I think, a chance to go back to my reading. Speaking, it puts ah...hrrm...it puts such a...a...strain on my voice. A time to rest would be best," Solaufein said slowly.<<

Frankie understood. She nodded. "Right." Besides, she was planning on heading to her room and finishing the book she already had out and returning it to the library later.

>>"We could...I could, continue this conversation at ah...dinner I believe? That is the next meal," He lied.
"Eh? Whatever you want kid. Sounds like it could be an interesting enough stories. Though around here, we're hardly in short supply. I'll even trade yah, tell you a story or two in return," Hellboy said casually, scratching his ass with his stone hand. <<

Well, that was surprising. Frankie furrowed her bow. "If it's after the diner rush, maybe you'll see me. I can't guarantee my own stories. Maybe one or two of Russia. But maybe you'll see me. Maybe not." That was enough conversation for one day. "I'll see you later Red, Band----Sol." With that, she turned and quietly exited the library, slightly perplexed at the acquaintance she just made and puzzling at the reasons for the bandaged boy's wounds.