[ Sam knows libraries; perhaps not as intimately as his brother Buddha, but he knows them all the same. working part-time as a university librarian at one of the stuffiest universities on Earth does that to you. in any case, apart from being rather fascinating repositories of knowledge and also evoking fond memories of better times spent in Heaven, libraries also attract Sam for one other reason.
they make such excellent weapons to utilise in one's arsenal. know thine enemy is one of the first principles of survival, right above and be prepared to sock him in the face with magic when he least expects it. and since he's currently and rather worrying trapped in what seems to be a whole other universe, he needs all the information he can get. know the rules you're expected to play by, and you know better how to break them.
a pity, then, that there seems to be a grand total of absolutely nothing useful pertaining to the city in here.
anyone wandering through the library will find a man, with black hair, pitch-black eyes, and an assortment of black, shapeless, and wholly unfashionable clothes, sitting behind a stack of books that he's now abandoned in favour of folding intricately elaborate paper planes. he's launching them through the open window next to him, apparently amusing himself.
some of those planes definitely look like they're impossible, from a paper engineering standpoint. ]
[ OPTION B: THE GENERAL STORE ]
[ what is this scarecrow-esque man with the weirdly intense gaze doing? well, even the 100%-incognito Devil Incarnate needs to go grocery shopping, you know.
this, however, does not answer the mystery of why his basket is full of nothing but cans of coca-cola and many tubes of differently coloured toothpaste. perhaps someone should question him on his bizarre shopping choices. ]
Sam Linnfer ( Lucifer ) | the Waywalkers duet
[ Sam knows libraries; perhaps not as intimately as his brother Buddha, but he knows them all the same. working part-time as a university librarian at one of the stuffiest universities on Earth does that to you. in any case, apart from being rather fascinating repositories of knowledge and also evoking fond memories of better times spent in Heaven, libraries also attract Sam for one other reason.
they make such excellent weapons to utilise in one's arsenal. know thine enemy is one of the first principles of survival, right above and be prepared to sock him in the face with magic when he least expects it. and since he's currently and rather worrying trapped in what seems to be a whole other universe, he needs all the information he can get. know the rules you're expected to play by, and you know better how to break them.
a pity, then, that there seems to be a grand total of absolutely nothing useful pertaining to the city in here.
anyone wandering through the library will find a man, with black hair, pitch-black eyes, and an assortment of black, shapeless, and wholly unfashionable clothes, sitting behind a stack of books that he's now abandoned in favour of folding intricately elaborate paper planes. he's launching them through the open window next to him, apparently amusing himself.
some of those planes definitely look like they're impossible, from a paper engineering standpoint. ]
[ OPTION B: THE GENERAL STORE ]
[ what is this scarecrow-esque man with the weirdly intense gaze doing? well, even the 100%-incognito Devil Incarnate needs to go grocery shopping, you know.
this, however, does not answer the mystery of why his basket is full of nothing but cans of coca-cola and many tubes of differently coloured toothpaste. perhaps someone should question him on his bizarre shopping choices. ]