Bookman´s Apprentice: A Fictional Narrative

[ at first, the feed is shaky, as if lavi is shaking his crystal absentmindedly in an attempt to initiate contact. when he realizes he was successful, he leans forward. ]

Hey. [ a smile spreads across his face all too easily, with his eye bright green and shining. he moves a shock of red hair away from his face. given his disheveled nature, he seems to have just awoken from a nap. ] I was gonna ask this earlier, but — [ he shrugs, careless over the loss of time. oh well. suddenly, his entire body perks, as if he just remembered something! ] Ah, introduction first. My bad.

[ Who are you? ]

I'm Lavi. [ this time, the smile is wide and toothy. ] That's all. [ as in no last name — no substance. ] I'm the Bookman's Apprentice. [ Who is the Bookman? ] That means I help my geezer mentor record the hidden history of the place I came from [ not his home, just a place. ] without bias or ulterior motive. I'll be doing the same here, of course. Well, in-between naps, anyway. Regardless, I'd like to know if you've seen anything historic so far that I might have missed. [ he taps the patch
I doubt any of my guesses are right, as if I could do you justice. You're entirely my type! [ and the one visible eye winks. Wasn't he talking about something else? ] Man, I couldn't even get any work done at the ceremony. So much eating and dancing and talking — and glances exchanged across the room. [ THE DREAMIEST SIGH. ] Man, the old panda would be so mad at me...so help me out,
Oops. If it helps, I'm not fussy about some rigid definition. If you think something is worth sharing, I'd like to hear it. [ sheepishly: ] I'm a little behind, heh. And I'm sure that I'd find whatever you say interesting, even if it's not what I'm looking for. And especially if you're