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Post by Aze on Aug 16, 2015 6:01:48 GMT
Drake, fresh and rejuvenated from an afternoon nap, decided it was time to visit the library, what he'd do once there. The streets bustling with afternoon people traveling between shops and stalls, a 16 year old moving unnoticed through the crowd. Drake's eyes never resting on one thing for long as he walked, eventually reaching the wooden door of the academy's library. The vast expanse of shelves in front of him, every piece of knowledge those before have left to Etirath still blows his mind, " Wow!" he states excitedly under his breath. His eyes wide as he slowly walks through the shelves. " Anyone in here?" He asked aloud, knowing that at least one person would be in the Library.
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Post by Annasiel on Aug 16, 2015 6:30:10 GMT
Cory glanced up from his massive tome when he heard the voice, lightly closing it as he stood. In the past, he would have slammed the book shut in his haste, but he had endured enough lectures from his daughter on damaging the book bindings to mend his ways. Story was more of a librarian than him, in some ways. Giving a groan as his knees and back creaked, he placed the book back on its shelf, crossing his fingers that it was the proper place.
"I'll be..." his voice came out as a croak, made rusty by dust and lack of air. These little raspy bouts were becoming more and more common, ever since the infirmary nurse had found the blood in his lungs. Magic had healed the wounds, but magic only went so far, and the old scars could have reopened. He took a deep breath, and tried again.
"I'll be there in a second. I... I just need to find you first. Or you... or you can find me. It would probably be best if we both do that."
The aged bookkeeper began to ease his way through the hectic stacks, arthritic joints and herniated back screaming in discomfort. It was a constant reminder to resupply on anesthetics; when the pain became too unbearable, he would be less likely to forget. Heck, he remembered now. Rounding a corner, a child came into sight.
"Well... hello, young man. What can... can I help you with?"
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Post by Aze on Aug 18, 2015 1:25:04 GMT
Hearing the old Librarian starting his search for him Drake had stopped in his tracks. Taking the time now to compose himself for Cory, after all it likely would've made things worse to appear sad in such a magnificent place. Not to long after bracing himself he saw the man, old well beyond his years and still working. " Um...." he starts forgetting momentarily what he was hear for, " Oh yeah!" He says with a snap remembering his reason for coming, " I'm looking for a book on magical theorem as well as a book on the basics of repulsion magic. Could you perchance point me to such books for someone of my age?" He asks as sincerely as possible, wrenching on the inside only able to imagine how the old man felt. " Thank you for your time by the way Mr. Cory," he says in advance awaiting a response.
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Post by Annasiel on Aug 19, 2015 21:23:05 GMT
"Oh, no, no... no problem at all. It... it is my job, you know."
Cory gave a quick, throaty cough into the nook of his elbow.
"Now, a book on... magical theorem... and repulsion magic. One of my little hominids recently switched... switched everything up, you see. Story..."
"Yes, daddy?" The girl had appeared at his shoulder as if summoned by her name.
"Oh, there... there you are. Find this young man his books. Magical... magical theory and repulsion. I'm going to finish my... finish my..." The librarian descended into another violent coughing fit. Story appeared to give it no notice, but when she turned to Drake, her eyes were filled with concern.
"I think your books will be in 3.1.04, Manipulation Magic, and 3.6, Magical Reference. Follow me."
The young child hurried off through the shelves at a brisk pace, occasionally looking over her shoulder to check if thr boy was still following her.
"What are you studying? Are you a wizard? You don't look like a wizard, and wizards don't usually check out books for beginners. A student at the university? Of course you are. You're young, so I bet you haven't even chosen a specialization yet."
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Post by Aze on Aug 19, 2015 22:54:51 GMT
Drake soon began to follow the child, who almost immediately began to put two and two together, asking questions while doing so. It genuinely impressed him that someone so young could figure it out without even an answer to any of her questions from him, " Yeah you got me," he says with a slight chuckle, " Story is it? I'm Drake and I sure haven't chosen what I'll specialize in. If nothing else I'll always have the other to fall back on." As they kept walking a little further. His eyes glancing the shelves, " So what about yourself? Are you going to take over the library or join the Academy to study and train?" He asks with a tone of curiosity to his voice.
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Post by Annasiel on Aug 20, 2015 0:53:43 GMT
"The academy is for ninnies with too many dreams to fill their boots. The children of farmers or other manual laborers, raised on fairy tales, intent on learning all they can about magic and martial arts," Story replied with a sly smile.
It wasn't that hard to take everything in. He obviously wasn't a mason or smith, by tell of his fingertips, but he wasn't any stranger to working with his body. He seemed to be drawn to knowledge like a starving puppy, and it wasn't a jump to guess he was an idealist. Most children of lesser understanding were. The trap was laid, now for the cincher.
"My momma and daddy taught me to be responsible, and responsible means carrying their legacy, not selfishly following my own little whims. I'm going to take over daddy's business, and run the library when I grow up." Story looked back again, hoping for a reaction.
"After all, that's the mature thing to do."
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Post by Aze on Aug 20, 2015 1:35:25 GMT
Ninnies with to many dreams, she thinks huh he thinks as they continue walking. Letting her finish her thing about responsibility, " I get where your coming from miss," he starts in a polite tone. " But isn't it also the responsible thing to do going into adulthood without the ability to defend yourself and your home. While true I am a son of a farmer who is full of to many dreams. Yes I do have dreams, and yes they do involve adventure and heroism and the such. I get that some would say that taking over the family business is the responsible thing to do." He says with a long pause as he draws in a breath, " How else will the new generation, my generation, advance the world without the capability to go out and find new things, or the knowledge and practice to handle them safely. Yes I may be leaving Etariah with one less farmer by the time I've finished at the Academy. I also understand the likelihood of me becoming some famous hero or something along those lines are slim. If all else fails I could put my skills to use in the guard or doing practical things with magic for the good of all."
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Post by Annasiel on Aug 20, 2015 3:13:56 GMT
Heroes only exist in stories and fables.
One less farmer means less food for the kingdom.
Your family's tradition will be broken.
Few who reach for the stars ever make it, no matter their intentions.
There were so many retorts to this boy, it almost wasn't fair. Reaching the section on Manipulation Magic, Story pulled a leather-bound grimoire off the shelf and set it on a nearby table. This Drake sounded and acted like he was sprung straight from the pages of the book, a recantation of Helpy the Warlocke or Schoolmaster Thweed. Nothing more than an empty voice reciting words of those long dead, a repetition of a cycle that never seems to cease. Many fell into these endless patterns of personality. It was Story's self-proclaimed job to tear them from this way of thinking... though watching them fall and falter was highly amusing, as well.
"Alrighty, then. Here's your first book, sir. Now, you say you want to join the guard? Use your magic for good? I bet you everyone says there's honor in that. Glory. Righteousness. Well, there's also danger. If you die, what will your parents do? You think your dad will be proud his son died a hero, or your mom solemnly lamenting her brave baby. That's all wrong. They'll curse you for leaving them, for throwing your life away, and they'll blame the ones you protected for putting you there. Your mom will break down into hysteria and your dad will damn every bone in your body and they'll slowly slip into depression and despair until all that's left is the memory of the little boy you were and the dream of the man you'll never be. Here are your books, return or renew them in a week, if you please. I'll write you a receipt at the front desk."
Now holding both the grimoire and another smaller tome, Story forced the books into Drake's hands, and skipped off back towards the entrance.
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Post by Aze on Aug 22, 2015 1:27:16 GMT
Taking the books, his brow furrowed slightly out of annoyance, " No need for a receipt," he says pulling the books in closer. Keeping close pace behind her as he made his way back go the front of the library as well. " With a mind like yours it'd be a waste to not at least try and learn some practical magic, like enchanting," he says with a slight grin. The grin bearing two purposes, first to try and diffuse what tension has lingered since their discussion started and second because he had a gut feeling that she wouldn't have a counter response for this statement.
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Post by Annasiel on Aug 24, 2015 18:43:46 GMT
Story looked back with her impish smile drawn wide across her face, eyes wide behind her oval glasses. She ran a hand through her hair, finally settling it on her hip. Her barbs had found their marks, it seemed, and this Drake was looking tense and frustrated.
"I think it's funny you care more about my life than yours. I know how to use my gifts. Do you?"
And with that, she ran off, ponytail bobbing lively behind her. She was looking forward to seeing the boy again in a week. Hopefully, he would have done some thinking about his goals by then.
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