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Library File Reference#: 000000000001a0
True Name: ?????????????????????????
Known Current Aliases: Librarian Mystery, Astra Ebonwing (Goddess)
Known Historical Aliases: The Whore; Mystery, The Oracle of Babylon
Race: ?????????
Gender: ???????
Perceived Race: Kitsune Human Hybrid
Perceived Gender: Female

"Fuck it, fine, I'll do it myself if I have to."

Known throughout time under many aliases, some good and some terrible, Head Librarian Mystery is an enigma even to herself. Thanks to the Great Library's mask becoming fused to her face through an ancient magic known as a flesh meld, Mystery is now bound to serve the machine's every need as it continues to operate and maintain the lines of fate that run throughout each of the dimensions it oversees, much like a lighthouse.

However, the Great Library is a lonely place, where Mystery simply toils by herself most of the time. To make matters worse, she does not know who she is or why she's actually there in the Library in the first place. All she knows is that there are many worlds out there that she watches over constantly and, without her input into the Library's mechanisms, they could fail. As she says herself, "There's a reason my name is Mystery, I guess. Not even I know why I'm here. Thus..."

As of late, the tenor in the library has seemed to change. The stacks, which were once quiet, now hum with energy. Souls, whom she has called Unrequited, are now appearing before her. Initially she was confused by this change of pace, angry that her work was being constantly interrupted by prattle, but over time she simply became more and more use to it. And more and more unnerved by it.

She knew that the Library was no place for lost souls, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she needed to do about it, despite her FateFiler system and the the Great Machine's AI, the Environmental Regulatory Assistant, detecting nothing wrong in any of the worlds. Eventually, she just gave into it, going with the whims of the souls as they appeared around her until they eventually disappeared from her life, like all of them did.

Yet within the last month, despite being the Writer of Space and Time, fate has thrown Librarian Mystery yet another curveball: 632 and Sean. Never actually having two souls appear in the Library at once, Mystery became more and more unnerved by the prospect that there could be things out there that she didn't understand and couldn't control. The curiosity turned to tiredness which then turned to dismissiveness. Despite 632 and Sean helping her during a major catastrophe in the Library, she still didn't put her full trust into any lost soul. She knew she could only trust herself and herself alone. None of them would stay in the Library as long as she did, after all.

She retired to her bedroom, which was located in the Library's deepest depths, The Scorched Hallways. With no electricity powering them and no flashlights readily available, only Mystery, with her night-vision, was able to walk the hallways and find her own room. But, through sheer luck and stubbornness, Sean stumbled through the maze of pitch black hallways to find the Lady herself, nude, and still-half asleep as she woke up from a nightmare.

Finally getting to talk to her as a person, rather than an all-commanding Goddess figure, Sean was able to see the remorse and pain that Mystery was enduring in her position as the Head Librarian. But, before he could say much more, Mystery continued to speak about her past writings and jobs. She confirmed to Sean and 632 that scratch files they had found in the Great Machine's system, which detailed horrors, monsters, and plagues in the pasts of all worlds, were her writings, and all of them were true. Mystery was, after all, writing everything in the worlds -- the good and the bad.

Sean realized in that moment that Mystery had been referenced in many places in his world too, but only as a horrific person who would bring the doom of all worlds throughout space and time, a woman known as The Oracle of Babylon: Mystery The Great. In his fear and misunderstanding he began to accuse her of everything he and the rest of the worlds had been through, and began to insinuate that she was unworthy of running the Library. Returning his rage, Mystery banished Sean out of her chambers, sending him down The Scorched Hallways attached to robotic rails. She has not been seen outside of her bedroom since.

Personality-wise, Mystery comes off as harsh, but both 632 and Sean have seen the softer, more matronly sides of her at times. It's clear that she wants to help, but is mostly misguided when it comes to how she may be able to help. Only Sean has been able to catch a glimpse of her Kitsune Tails -- 7 white bushy waves of metamorphing energy that seem to lash and whip off of her rear. From her own research in the Library's Archives, she had been able to piece together that Kitsune were trickster women who were born from the souls of wise foxes. They always loved but their romances would frequently end in tragedy.

Fearing the same fate for those around her due to her clear Kitsune heritage and undead qualities, Mystery has refused to feed on blood, energy, or any type of sustenance for millennia, realizing that she did not need to attend to her hunger like mortals. However, she is sure she's not fully Kitsune, but she does not understand what type of race she could potentially even be. Her trickster qualities from her heritage seem to constantly misfire due to the Library's mask, painfully warping and transforming her appearance.

As of late, the Library's chosen method of slow torture has been slowly inflating her body larger and larger, increasing the size of her belly and bust. She's aware that something with some sort of sentience is inside of her, but she's also unsure if it's simply energy, a soul, or something more. She considers herself pregnant in that whatever is inside of her is separate from her, but as to its true nature, she simply does not know.

She is extremely fearful of having to give birth to whatever is inside of her, and mostly tends to ignore the fact that the dresses provided to her by the Library are fitting worse and worse as time passes. When she is not tend attempting to write new entries into the FateFiler OS system to keep up with the needs of the worlds, she tries to spend her time in the Library's Restricted Section, looking through the lost entries to attempt to discern some clues as to what could have possibly happened to her, the Library, and perhaps solve the answer of what is happening inside of her.

Description
Character Information:

Library File Reference#: 000000000001a0
True Name: ?????????????????????????
Known Current Aliases: Librarian Mystery, Astra Ebonwing (Goddess)
Known Historical Aliases: The Whore; Mystery, The Oracle of Babylon
Race: ?????????
Gender: ???????
Perceived Race: Kitsune Human Hybrid
Perceived Gender: Female

"Fuck it, fine, I'll do it myself if I have to."

Known throughout time under many aliases, some good and some terrible, Head Librarian Mystery is an enigma even to herself. Thanks to the Great Library's mask becoming fused to her face through an ancient magic known as a flesh meld, Mystery is now bound to serve the machine's every need as it continues to operate and maintain the lines of fate that run throughout each of the dimensions it oversees, much like a lighthouse.

However, the Great Library is a lonely place, where Mystery simply toils by herself most of the time. To make matters worse, she does not know who she is or why she's actually there in the Library in the first place. All she knows is that there are many worlds out there that she watches over constantly and, without her input into the Library's mechanisms, they could fail. As she says herself, "There's a reason my name is Mystery, I guess. Not even I know why I'm here. Thus..."

As of late, the tenor in the library has seemed to change. The stacks, which were once quiet, now hum with energy. Souls, whom she has called Unrequited, are now appearing before her. Initially she was confused by this change of pace, angry that her work was being constantly interrupted by prattle, but over time she simply became more and more use to it. And more and more unnerved by it.

She knew that the Library was no place for lost souls, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she needed to do about it, despite her FateFiler system and the the Great Machine's AI, the Environmental Regulatory Assistant, detecting nothing wrong in any of the worlds. Eventually, she just gave into it, going with the whims of the souls as they appeared around her until they eventually disappeared from her life, like all of them did.

Yet within the last month, despite being the Writer of Space and Time, fate has thrown Librarian Mystery yet another curveball: 632 and Sean. Never actually having two souls appear in the Library at once, Mystery became more and more unnerved by the prospect that there could be things out there that she didn't understand and couldn't control. The curiosity turned to tiredness which then turned to dismissiveness. Despite 632 and Sean helping her during a major catastrophe in the Library, she still didn't put her full trust into any lost soul. She knew she could only trust herself and herself alone. None of them would stay in the Library as long as she did, after all.

She retired to her bedroom, which was located in the Library's deepest depths, The Scorched Hallways. With no electricity powering them and no flashlights readily available, only Mystery, with her night-vision, was able to walk the hallways and find her own room. But, through sheer luck and stubbornness, Sean stumbled through the maze of pitch black hallways to find the Lady herself, nude, and still-half asleep as she woke up from a nightmare.

Finally getting to talk to her as a person, rather than an all-commanding Goddess figure, Sean was able to see the remorse and pain that Mystery was enduring in her position as the Head Librarian. But, before he could say much more, Mystery continued to speak about her past writings and jobs. She confirmed to Sean and 632 that scratch files they had found in the Great Machine's system, which detailed horrors, monsters, and plagues in the pasts of all worlds, were her writings, and all of them were true. Mystery was, after all, writing everything in the worlds -- the good and the bad.

Sean realized in that moment that Mystery had been referenced in many places in his world too, but only as a horrific person who would bring the doom of all worlds throughout space and time, a woman known as The Oracle of Babylon: Mystery The Great. In his fear and misunderstanding he began to accuse her of everything he and the rest of the worlds had been through, and began to insinuate that she was unworthy of running the Library. Returning his rage, Mystery banished Sean out of her chambers, sending him down The Scorched Hallways attached to robotic rails. She has not been seen outside of her bedroom since.

Personality-wise, Mystery comes off as harsh, but both 632 and Sean have seen the softer, more matronly sides of her at times. It's clear that she wants to help, but is mostly misguided when it comes to how she may be able to help. Only Sean has been able to catch a glimpse of her Kitsune Tails -- 7 white bushy waves of metamorphing energy that seem to lash and whip off of her rear. From her own research in the Library's Archives, she had been able to piece together that Kitsune were trickster women who were born from the souls of wise foxes. They always loved but their romances would frequently end in tragedy.

Fearing the same fate for those around her due to her clear Kitsune heritage and undead qualities, Mystery has refused to feed on blood, energy, or any type of sustenance for millennia, realizing that she did not need to attend to her hunger like mortals. However, she is sure she's not fully Kitsune, but she does not understand what type of race she could potentially even be. Her trickster qualities from her heritage seem to constantly misfire due to the Library's mask, painfully warping and transforming her appearance.

As of late, the Library's chosen method of slow torture has been slowly inflating her body larger and larger, increasing the size of her belly and bust. She's aware that something with some sort of sentience is inside of her, but she's also unsure if it's simply energy, a soul, or something more. She considers herself pregnant in that whatever is inside of her is separate from her, but as to its true nature, she simply does not know.

She is extremely fearful of having to give birth to whatever is inside of her, and mostly tends to ignore the fact that the dresses provided to her by the Library are fitting worse and worse as time passes. When she is not tend attempting to write new entries into the FateFiler OS system to keep up with the needs of the worlds, she tries to spend her time in the Library's Restricted Section, looking through the lost entries to attempt to discern some clues as to what could have possibly happened to her, the Library, and perhaps solve the answer of what is happening inside of her.