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The Canterlot Royal Library was an imposing structure, three stories tall, spanning some ten city blocks, surmounted by a sturdy brick wall, and built to a scale that dwarfed the average pony build. The front courtyard area was populated by fanciful topiary sculptures meant to convey various genres of writing or specific famous works... or at least that was what the gardeners claimed, it was rather difficult to tell if one was looking at a treatise on the nature of humility or a proof of Ponythagoras's Theorem.

The imposing main hall branched off into a labyrinthine sequence of ever more obscure (and restricted) wings.

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It felt odd simply walking through the gap in the broken gate, but White Noise's spell seemed to be working... so far. There were signs of struggle, including several craters in the garden... Sharp Wit had to remind himself that, despite appearances, things would indeed get better. The pegasus mused for a moment, 'is this how the Doctor feels when he runs into an event he can't interfere with?' 'Your weakness sickens me, don't ever compare yourself to that Coward.' 

 "Are you alright?" Primeval asked, peering at the pegasus.

Sharp had nearly leapt out of his feathers, the proto-pony had been silent for so long he'd almost forgotten she was here. 'Wishing for some other female companionship, are we?' 'Shut up, shut up, shut up!'  "...I'm fine, thank you for your concern." The inspector snapped.

"Good." The cyborg nodded, seemingly satisfied, before trotting up to the rest of the group.
[calibrations continuing, unable to gauge veracity]

Sharp Wit took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Alright, focus." he muttered, catching up to the others. "Alright people, we are looking for the Starswirl the Bearded Wing, which is normally protected by a 'Don't Notice Me' spell..." his gaze unconsciously drifted toward agent White, who nodded. "...Though, for several reasons, I don't think that will be an issue today. In case I have to spell it out for you: nopony wander off, stay away from the windows, and for Celestia's sake don't damage anything you don't have to. No, really, the library was established in trust to Princess Celestia, these books are all technically her property." He enjoyed the look of bewildered concern that reminder seemed to impress on most of the group... his companions the obvious exceptions.

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"Oh... so you can get here normally." Hunter Stompson muttered in what was probably as close to an apology as he could make.

Scribble looked up from his musings, noticing Ako still carefully picking her way along while Cain seemed to regard her as an unbalanced three legged table made from porcelain.

'Third Annual Canerlot Writer's Expo, Today Only!' Proclaimed a jaunty banner over the doorway. A trickle of ponies passed in and out of the doors more or less continuously, and a gentle susurrus of conversation poured forth.

This is it, Champ. Once you go in there you won't have any time to spare for notes... if you're going to use the pen, you'd better do it now.
'...why would you think that anything you say would make me do what you suggest?'
Heh heh heh... how do you know which course of action I want you to take?