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The library smelled musty, and there was dust upon the shelves, if one looked closely enough. The leather bound volumes were not getting near the attention they deserved. Otto Dawson didn't look that closely to notice, nor would he of likely cared all that much about the pages, or the dust, or the meaning behind it all. He was too distracted sneaking after his brother, curious as to what he was up to, plus he wanted to try and give him a fright, at the opportune time. Otto's six foot frame wasn't easily kept quiet, especially since it went against his nature entirely. He was twin to Milo, and certainly was the more mischievous, active twin, the one that made you look over your shoulder, twice. To hear their mother tell it, Otto still had not grown up, and could do with a good ear tugging. Otto knew she loved him though, and put up with her sharp words, just as she put up with all of his ruthless shenanigans, that kept her on her toes.
Milo stopped, making Otto's heart almost stop, for he thought he'd been caught! Milo was only checking beneath a table though, presumably doing his rounds, as Otto should have been doing, but was not. Instead he was being the trickster he was born as, just to aggravate the one person that he could call his other half at that moment.

Milo's thoughts were anywhere but on his work, he was mostly thinking about his sister Alysa, she was to be married off to some nobleman in a fortnight, and he knew she didn't love the man. It bothered him, even though he knew it was natural for such marriages to occur. He supposed because his parents were so in love, he assumed his sisters would be allowed to marry for love, silly notion he supposed. He and his twin, Otto, were allowed to pick their brides, their parents had told them that when they'd join the Knighthood. Milo sighed, his fingers skimmed over a tabletop, coming away clean, unlike some of the shelves around him.
He glanced beneath a different table, making sure that no one was hiding there, he was on his rounds. The young knight was lost in thought when he heard a roar from behind him, he jumped back, sliding his sword from its sheath as he did so, it made a clean sound as it disembarked. Milo was in a fighting stance, sword at the ready, the point held up to the intruders neck, Otto. An amusing glint was in Otto's eyes, Milo cursed beneath his breath, he sheathed his sword and kicked his twin in the shin. Once Otto was hopping on one foot, muttering, "Ow, ow, ow." Milo felt better.

"Serves you right! I could have killed you, you idiot! What were you thinking? That's right, you weren't, my gods, if mother could see you right now, well she'd haul you off and whip you in front of the entire castle," Milo leaned against an armchair shaking his head, Otto was laughing, and wincing at the same time, the twins were going to have an interesting day indeed.

Takeshi did not normally frequent any place that was outside of the kitchen. His job was to cook, and thus he did so until his body requested sleep or sustenance, in which he would fulfill the needs and return to cooking. Apparently, this was not the way one should live their life, as today he was sent from the kitchen for several hours to ensure he did not burn out, despite his reassuring that he would not be catching fire anytime soon as he was very careful. But apparently that wasnt enough, or perhaps it was not what they meant? He was not sure, it made no sense honestly. Regardless, he was left to wander for the day, as far as he knew. It was by sheer chance that he found himself in the library, and he moved through the bookshelves absently, glancing at the items on the shelves and wondering what the point was of looking at them. Since he couldn't exactly read, he didn't see the point of it himself, though he could hear the voices in his head argue otherwise for whatever reason. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to focus himself before the voices messed with his carefully laid control, then opened them again and rounded a bookshelf to find there were two people who...well look at that, they looked very similar, didn't they? That was a first for him.

Not being a man who knows anything of tact, he just walked right up to them and said, "Why do you look so similar? Are you one person split in two?" It would almost be thought of as a joke if it weren't for the fact he looked utterly serious, except for his eyes that seemed devoid of....anything. It was like staring into twin pits of emptiness that led to nowhere.

Milo was exasperated with his brother, and went to lean against a shelf as his younger brother tried to shake the pain out of his leg. It was a wonder he and his brother even had the option to stay in the guard with the way Otto acted, he was so, so.... childish, yes that was the right word. He glanced up at the sound of a new voice, he rose a brow at the question, taking in the strange looking man that was then in their company.

Otto winced and yelled out as soon as his brother kicked him, he said a few things that were not gentleman like to say in the least, before hopping around on one foot. He tried shaking his leg, to get the pain out, and it was just subsiding when someone joined them, someone...from the kitchens perhaps? He had on a chef uniform, and smelled wonderful, like food. Otto loved food, and could smell it on the man.

"Us?" Otto grinned shamelessly, "Why yes, that's precisely what happened. You see," Otto flung himself into a chair, one leg over the arm, "When we were born, it was a very intricate process, you may want to sit down." He pointed a finger to the chair opposite of him, "When we were born, there was this doctor, and he took this baby and chopped it in half, then he figured out how to make the cells grow on the other half of the small human, and that is how we came to be. Now it was all very painful, and very horrific for our parents, but who wouldn't want that for their child, am I right?" Otto had woven a story that was idiotic and interesting at the same time, and he found his ear being tugged by his twin afterwards.

"Have you lost your mind? Poor man doesn't have a clue as to what you're saying, do you?" Milo looked at the stranger. "I'm Milo, this is Otto, we're twins and we serve as Knights for France."

Takeshi stared blankly at Otto as he went into detail about how they came to be, his eyes widening slightly at the concept of tearing a child in half to make two of them. It was more extreme than some of the things he had done to people he had killed, but then again he refrained from harming children. "People....want to cut their children in half to have two of them." he murmured to himself, brows furrowing as he thought on this. He was about to reply to such a thought when the other spoke, and gave a new word as well as identifying the job that they performed. "So do you remember getting cut in half to become twin?" he asked.

Otto rubbed his ear gingerly, throwing his twin a scowl, then he turned back to the man in question, "I mean it could've hurt, I was just a baby s-" he was cut off when a slap came to the back of his head. "Ay, stop!" Hissing Otto jumped up from the chair, and out of arms reach of Milo.

Milo folded his arms, taking a firm stance after he slapped his twin. "Moron," Muttering Milo felt like he might just lose his mind. He gave the new guy his attention, hoping to fix the entire mix up. "My brother can be a but confusing at times, especially when his sarcasm is so thickly spread." Milo shot his brother a stern frown, "We were both born separately. An egg split in two in our mothers womb, creating two of us. At least that's what the mid-wife explained to me as a young boy. I'm truly sorry for the confusion, we were never cut up, I swear."

Otto had an expression of disappointment, his telling of their life was much more interesting in his opinion. Nevermind if he had stretched the truth a bit, or perhaps a lot. Otto tended to do things like that, stretch the truth, spin tall tales. While Milo was the truth teller, the more serious one.