Minding One's Business [open]

Library. He said he'd be in a library, but he'd failed to tell her which library. Yin meandered through the aisles in search of the lanky, awkward angel. Ramiel. He was a real hoot. Yin couldn't help but laugh sometimes. An archangel watching over a demon? What ludicrous. She was waiting for something to happen. He had to be doing this for kicks, even if he seemed so serious about it. He'd even landed her a job in what she called the "band of misfits." Seriously. A library run by a god, werewolf, archangel, and herself? It was laughable.

The job wasn't really a job, either. Yin knew the werewolf was paid for it, but she didn't get anything for it. It was like a temporary area. The god who ran the place was cheery enough. Yin liked him.

It was a little odd, though. Yin wondered what would happen if humans ever figured it out. What if they knew the little library was run by supernatural beings? The holy water and guns would come out, for sure. It just felt wrong for them all to gather in one spot. On the other hand, they were protected by a god. So...

Whatever, Yin thought as she paused. Her brows came together as she frowned and rubbed her chin. No. Ramiel wasn't in this library. If he was, then he was excellent at hiding.

Yin side-eyed the table next to her. There was a woman there, sitting alone. The blonde appeared to be observing the few others in the library. She wondered if she'd seen something.

"Excuse me..." Yin began, a little hesitance in her tone. "I'm sorry to bother you, but have you seen a really tall guy around here? He has poofy, brown hair...wears glasses and a long coat often...um...his eyes are violet?"

It was really hard, yet so easy, to miss Ramiel.

The dramatic reaction to Yin's simple question made both brows raise high. It wasn't like she had crept up on the woman with a knife in hand demanding money or anything. She had casually walked up and asked if she'd seen a really weird, tall man. The look on Yin's face could be explained in no other way than 'what the hell is your problem?' It quickly vanished into disappointment when she confirmed Yin's suspicion. Ramiel wasn't here.

"Oh," was her response. Yin noted how the woman kept looking at a group of elderly women. This was also eyebrow raising. This chick was strange, creeping on old women.

Yin cast a quick glance toward the group. They weren't demons. That's all she really cared about. As long as they weren't demons, then she was in the clear. Demons in the library would mean she'd have to split out of there. Yin wasn't very high on the blacklist of 'people we hate' in Hell, but she was on it. She was definitely on it.

"Um, well, thanks..." Yin continued after realizing she'd gone quiet. "If you do see him, then please tell him I was looking for him. Uh...okay...why are you staring at a group of old women?"

Tact. Yin did not have it.

Yin stopped herself from laughing at the comment. Human embodiment of paranoia and suspicion? No. She knew the human embodiment of paranoia and suspicion, and that chick had way more problems than this one here. But Yin kept her mouth shut. She decided it wasn't worth pissing the blonde off. Her judgement would be reserved for another day and for someone else.

Yin cast another glance to the group of old women.

"Is it so unusual that the elderly keep to themselves? Do they not have the right to be paranoid, in this day and age? Considering how America treats their elderly. Who knows when their irritated children will throw them into a shitty nursing home to rot."

A grin slid across her lips. Yin wasn't sure if the elderly women were up to something or not. She didn't particularly care if they weren't human, as long as they weren't demons. Which they weren't. But she found it a waste not to toy with this 'human embodiment of paranoia and suspicion,' who seemed to think she knew everything about the paranoid or suspicious. It almost reminded Yin of the radicals in the world, who believed they had 'The Truth' to the life, universe, and everything. It was sad humans thought so, when they would never know The Truth. Such 'Truth' did not exist.

"Considering this is a library near a university, it doesn't surprise me that old women may be reading Latin or Greek books. Are you going to tell me you know these women? You know their lives?"

Yin slid into a seat and drummed her fingers on the table, amused.

"Thinking logically, they could be professors. They could be students. It's not terribly uncommon for older people to return to get an education. It's also not terribly uncommon for people to learn Latin or Greek, especially older people. The New Testament was written in ancient Greek, you know. Bible studies could be very fulfilling if they studied Greek. Surprisingly, a lot of older people go to Bible school in comparison to younger. It's a hobby stemming from a desire to understand religion better and have a closer 'connection' to God. But that's only a few possibilities..."

Yin leaned back in her seat.

"So, to answer you, yes. I can say to you that old women looking through books like that aren't up to something. It honestly just looks like you're being...well...paranoid."

If the woman wanted to give herself a title, then Yin was going to throw it back in her face. And she'd left herself wide open for it.

Yes, Yin was sticking up for the elderly women. Why? Not because this chick was wrong. In fact, Yin figured there may very well be something wrong with the women. She stuck up with them for the fact this woman had no evidence or basis to be suspecting them of anything. They were sitting in a library, thus their whispering. Libraries were quiet. They were also in a university library, which, again means it's not uncommon for people to be reading in other languages. Hell, there's the possibility the women reading the Greek books were Greek.

Yin had mentioned studying the Bible, not reading the actual Bible. Studying the Bible? There would be satanic images in books. No matter how much people wanted to deny it, Satan was a product of Christianity and the Bible. So Satanic images would derive, well, from them. It didn't seem like that was clicking in the woman's head.

But whatever. Yin could tell her logic wasn't getting to her. If the human wanted to wallow in logical fallacy all her life, then why did it matter to Yin? She did give that water an eye, though.

"Not really. I'm sitting in fairly-well conditioned library, not running a 10k. Besides...you don't even know me. You don't know my name or anything--it's Yin, by the way. Why are you offering me water? Shouldn't you be, well, paranoid to share what you drink?"

Yin wouldn't hand her drink off to anyone else, especially a stranger. It wasn't about being paranoid, though. It was about being cautious.

"I was about to nod and walk off, but then I noticed how you were staring at old women. The way you're staring at them is much more reason to make me suspicious than any of the anecdotal evidence you gave me about them."