>You are Patchouli Knowledge, The Great Unmoving Library, a powerful magician, and someone who really doesn't like going outside.
>Currently, you are outside, which has done nothing to improve your current mood.
>It all started off as a normal morning for you. You woke up, had Koakuma -- your demon familiar -- get you some coffee (You do drink tea as well, though you find coffee to be more effective in the morning), and proceeded to commence your morning reading activities. Additionally, your health didn't even feel that bad today, so that was a plus.
>It was then that a certain seven-colored puppeteer showed up, with the intent of using the books in the library to further her research into autonomous dolls. The two of you then began a bit of a discussion, where you noted your reluctance to part with books from Voile due to the recent actions of a certain thief...
>It was then, speak of the devil, that she showed up, announcing her presence with a loud explosion towards the back of the library, conveniently bypassing the wards you set at the entrance. While lamenting the amount of wasted effort into putting up that form of security, you flew to intercept the troublesome girl before she could get away. The puppeteer decided to follow you, probably to see what the commotion was, but you decided to allow it as long as she didn't get in the way.
>When you caught up to the crook, you immediately noticed that the black-white imbecile chose to rob the forbidden section of the library this time: The part of the library where you keep cursed books, tomes of unknown function, and malevolent grimoires. In short: Things that a magician who doesn't know what she's doing shouldn't be messing around with. As you proceed to scold her about messing with things beyond her comprehension, she simply has the gall to give you a cocky smirk and saying that you shouldn't worry and that she could handle it.
>Almost to prove a point, she tossed one of the tomes in her hand, which -- of course -- she ended up accidentally dropping to the floor, which -- of course -- caused the rusty locks sealing it shut to break open on impact. Newly opened, the book promptly created a dark vortex which none of the people assembled were able to escape from.
>And so, that is the reason why you're currently stranded in the middle of nowhere, glaring daggers at the meddlesome black-white who caused all this as she picks herself off the ground.
>Oh, and the puppeteer is here too... Of course, she doesn't really matter right now, since the target of your ire is currently right in front of you.
>What do you do?
>_