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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 1:59:53 GMT -6
The world could just burn right now.
Even after removing one of the training fields from commission for the immediate time being, Guinevere was still fuming a bit. The occasional scream from Lily still flashed through her head. That poor child. What would Guinevere do in this situation? When blowing up stuff was not good enough? She sure enjoyed the more or less frightened faces last night as she leveled the training field she was ‘working’ in. People liked avoiding her, so where would be a spot she could go to cause some inconvenience for anyone wishing to avoid her?
Well, let’s go read a book on Void Dust on the library steps, shall we? That certainly will not tarnish her reputation any more. Showing her credentials to the librarian, signing some forms for looking at paraphernalia, and signing some forms swearing her life (so it seemed) away if she experimented with Void Dust, she had finally gotten one of the many Volumes on the subject. Last checked out… 2 1/2 years ago. Last name on the card? Hers. Was it just that people didn’t like the image, or they wanted to be more overt with things?
Regardless of the reason, it was time for Guinevere to get some joy out of life for once in the past couple weeks. She took this book, already ‘parting the seas’ where she walked, and went straight to the main steps of the library. Not an inch further than half way down the stairs, on the middle landing, she plunked herself down. Turning to page 197 – where she had left off last time, she started in anew. Chapter 6: Proposed Methods of Treatment.
She leaned back against the wall, with one knee brought up and the other flung over it. She would just relax. On the ground. In the middle of a well-walked path. Her mental wish for a Chokepoint soon happened, students vying for guardrail space opposite her while trying to maintain two-way traffic flowing on the stairs. Ah, their discoordination brought her back to days of watching the poor improv troupes in Pinnacle. Horrible choreography, but likely done simply for the audience’s amusement. And it was working here as Guinevere slightly grinned to herself and turned the page.
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Post by Amethyst Ingram on Nov 19, 2016 3:16:10 GMT -6
[attr="class","pDMain1791368560"] And so it is, that ash seeketh embers... Post Nodding her head to the beat of the music coming from her earphones Amethyst aimlessly wandered toward the library with her mind focused in on herself and her own thoughts. It was the first day she'd had to herself in a long time finding her day devoid of homework, combat practice, or the other academic endeavors that often ate up her time. Though she didn't mind keeping busy it did often times keep her away from doing some certain things that she'd wanted to do; one of which was investigating spiritual dust. Although she had no vested interest in its effects for the most part she was curious to test out a hypothesis that she'd been forming over the years working with her blade Noire. Noire, though rather straight forward, had surprised her by revealing a secondary chamber hidden away just below the blade's hilt and above the blade itself. Since that revelation she hadn't been able to make heads or tails of it knowing only for certain that it was a secondary dust chamber of sorts but seemed to reject all of the common dust types, and even combination types. This much lead her early on in her freshmen year to do some more research, even though it was brief, on the topic of spiritual dust which she'd heard of many times years prior to that. Needless to say that research was never completed but she had always intended to come back to it sometime, and what better of a time than a day off at that?
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With that much in mind Amy began to traverse the steps of the library with her mind focused on a several tomes she'd checked out before outlining the properties of spiritual dusts as well as each dust individually. She was sure they'd be there of course since it seemed that few beyond the faculty – likely for training and cautionary purposes – ever went through the rigmarole to sign them out. With that much being the case Amethyst gripped the handle of the library's large oaken door pulling it open as the fresh scent of paperbound literature and the musty atmosphere of the building hit her. Spotting the librarian's counter she motioned herself toward it coming to give the clerk at the counter a list of the books she wanted and in turn getting the usual weird looks and interrogation. Though soon enough that much would pass in time leaving Amethyst annoyed as she waited for the clerk to return with her selection and to fill out the necessary papers. However, when she did return she only had two of the books Amethyst had requested with her stating that the third had been checked out not long ago. It certainly threw Amethyst off of course figuring that no one would have an interest but she supposed it was what it was and decided to make another, lesser, selection for the third tome.
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Once she'd finally gotten everything in order and all of the paper work signed Amethyst bundled the books in her arms as she went to head out. Instead of gingerly opening the door though Amethyst pushed her foot forward hard creation a snapping pocket of air that reverberated throughout the quiet library as she door burst open slamming into the building on the other side. Almost grinning at this point Amethyst mouthed "Oops." under her breath before continuing on her way. Though clearly things had changed just as tad since she'd been outside and now a trickling flow of passersby seemed to swerve around a certain part of the staircase. Did something happen Amethyst wondered? Moving in closer all that she could see down the way was a clear space that most seemed to be avoiding with one figure sitting down on the steps reading leisurely. It was a curious sight no doubt and one that brought Amethyst's curiosity to pique if only slightly. To this end she resituated the books in her arms looking decisively down the way as she continued on her way taking the center path towards the figure shamelessly. Not buying into the pointless mass hysteria, eventually she would find herself upon the figure, only a few steps away, noticing that it seemed to be a girl. Moreover, it seemed to be a girl who was thumbing through a certain book that had a vaguely familiar running header atop the page she was reading entitled 'Chapter 6: Proposed Methods of Treatment' from what Amethyst could make of it. This much prompted Amethyst to stop dead in her tracks as she uttered a query in a blunt fashion asking "Hey… Uh… is that book your reading by chance… the sixth edition of Practitioners of the Void? Just curious…" Aura 150 Points Notes Woo! Got my post design done~ [attr="class","pDTags1791368560"]@hematos [nospaces][googlefont="Alegreya Sans:400,100,100italic,300,300italic,400italic,500,500italic,700,700italic,800,800italic,900,900italic"][googlefont="Open Sans:400,300,300italic,400italic,600,600italic,700,700italic,800,800italic"][newclass=.pDMain1791368560]font-family:"Alegreya Sans","Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;text-rendering:optimizeLegibility;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 p, .pDMain1791368560 ul, .pDMain1791368560 ol]font-family:"Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b]color:#9966cc;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b i.thoughtText]color:#808080 !important;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDTags1791368560]display:none;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 4:02:09 GMT -6
”…Some contemporaries in the field have suggested the use of void dust to pass the Contagion onto other souls in exchange for purifying their own. All such attempts have ended in failure…”
Guinevere turned the page. Most of this information she had already read at some point or another – either in some of the scrolls she had access to at Cela, or from hearsay of the Dust Studies or Grimm Studies professors.
“…However, all such experiments have had the result of spreading the Contagion and drawing Grimm into heavily populated areas. For this reason, all such experimentation has been outlawed in the Four Kingdoms and the Island of Vytal…”
Yet another thing talking about the illegality of Void Dust. She knew – why else would she need six different signatures and a character reference from a faculty member for the book? In light of the recent events in Rift, she understood why research on the issue was a little more strict, but she had hoped that she would have at least been able to get the newer versions from the two aforementioned professors – or whichever of the two currently was winning the battle to read from it. Two more years and she’d be able to get one of those fancy cards that just let her grab a book for “Research.”
Another page flip brought her to a familiar sketch of the lower arm of a person who had contracted the Contagion from a single use of the dust. She shuddered to think of what the woman who did this to Lily must look like, or for that matter anyone who regularly tapped into the Void in such a fashion. In the very least, she was getting another source for her eventual Thesis well-memorized. Paying no heed to the people around her, she had grabbed out a pen and was reaching for her notebook when a figure came to loom over her.
Expecting one of her teammates due to her utter absence from the apartment the night prior – perhaps it would be Sepia to scold her again – she passively continued waiting for the lashing or inquiry. In hearing the girl’s voice, she was a bit surprised. Was this a freshman right off the boat? She motioned her eyes upwards, much to her surprise finding a face familiar enough that she knew the character was some form of an upperclassman. She raised an eyebrow and continued on with her reading.
‘Is that the sixth edition?’ she internally mocked. No, this was the damned fourth edition from the year after she was born because the school had enough controversy as is. Why add more by keeping the ‘restricted subjects’ portion of the library up to date? The academy clearly was not training criminals, right?
“No. This is the fourth. Best of luck interrupting the game of keep away the Grimm Studies and Dust Profs have going on for the fifth.” She scoffed. If they would just go through the thing collaboratively, then they might be able to loan it out to students again. But they were the experts, and with the situation in Rift, people were likely consulting them and looking for credible sources of information on what Void Dust was.
“And if you’re looking for the sixth to magically appear on Vytal, Great Architect help you.” She was not particularly pious, though she had picked up a couple snappy phrases here and there from the monks bantering with the Orphans. She was fully expecting the upperclassman to continue trying to distract her, so she turned her attention back to the book, waiting for whatever comment they would make.
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Post by Amethyst Ingram on Nov 19, 2016 6:46:14 GMT -6
[attr="class","pDMain1791368560"] And so it is, that ash seeketh embers... Post Almost immediately after she'd addressed the girl the air seemed to take on a slight tinge of annoyance as if she were bothering her. Though this much didn't faze Amethyst as she stood there brazenly waiting for a reply to her curiosities locking eyes with the short haired girl below for a brief moment just before the other scoffed. Right off the bat it seemed that this one had a bit of a tongue on her as she promptly corrected her telling her that it was the four edition and going off on some tangent that she didn't much care about. She knew well enough that getting the copies of that particular book were hard if not impossible to come by given the societal implications of such things these days, and that the professors did use them for their own purposes regularly, but at the same time she'd still been hopeful she'd be able to get ahold of one. At any rate, it certainly didn't merit the ill-mannered and rather condescending tone that she had taken with her prompting Amethyst to remark in response "Oh… kay..? And that merited a condescending response. Alright. Well, I've already perused the fifth and I'm pretty sure they've added to it since the fourth edition came out; 'cause ya know, new edition. Anyway, sorry to have bothered you. I'll leave."
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In reality Amethyst could've laid into the girl and told her off for the way that she had spoken to her but what would it have accomplished? She likely wouldn't have cared much since people like that were just rude because they could be and for no other reason than they felt they had some reason or right to be. So in the end the best option was to let it alone and go on her merry way with what she had even if it was inferior to the book that she'd wanted in the first place. Although, at the same time, she couldn't help but notice the jetstreams of people that seemed to also be actively avoiding the girl as she descended the stairs. Amethyst could personally attest that she didn't come off as the nicest person in the world, yeah, but at the same time was it bad enough to avoid her? It was curious to say the least bringing her mind to linger on the subject for a moment until finally she recalled a vague memory. It was during her sophomore year when she remembered hearing about someone who vaguely fit that girl's description who was into some rather macabre stuff. At the time she ignored it for the most part as a baseless rumor spread around by the immature but she had begun to wonder now. Though even if this girl was the one they'd mentioned what business was it of hers? It was obvious this one didn't want to be bothered and she herself wasn't the type to linger and be a pest.
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To that end Amethyst dropped the thought coming to find her way down to the bottom of the stairs as she tilted her head up looking around and scanning the horizon for a good place to take a seat. Finding a nice spot in the courtyard under a barely blossoming tree Amethyst pulled her cloak closer to her to fight off the early spring chill in the air before pulling out a scroll from the satchel she had fastened to her leg. Moments later she had cracked open the first of the books scanning her eyes over the lines of text as her thumb flicked away at the transparent screen jotting down notes in tandem with what she was reading. Amidst these she had begun using the knowledge she'd gained a couple years back about void dust as a comparison to what she was reading in the books she'd taken from the library to form a hypothesis. If her theories meshed with what she was reading and what she already knew there was a good chance that her assumption about Noire's secondary chamber was right. Of course it would be quite a while before she could tell, and even longer before she could test it given the worldly circumstances, but if all things went well she might've been able to unlock the swords mysteries yet. However, she couldn't quite say that about the girl she'd just met who seemed to creep her way back into her mind, lingering like a bad taste in her mouth. Then again, she supposed every interaction did leave something behind, or maybe it was something else. Who knew? Aura 150 Points Notes You might have to seek out Amethyst on this one. She's just not the type to linger where she isn't wanted. I dunno if that's possible, but yeah. Also if you could, please tag me when you reply so I know you have otherwise I'll lose track. Thanks a bunch Hema. [attr="class","pDTags1791368560"]@hematos [nospaces][googlefont="Alegreya Sans:400,100,100italic,300,300italic,400italic,500,500italic,700,700italic,800,800italic,900,900italic"][googlefont="Open Sans:400,300,300italic,400italic,600,600italic,700,700italic,800,800italic"][newclass=.pDMain1791368560]font-family:"Alegreya Sans","Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;text-rendering:optimizeLegibility;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 p, .pDMain1791368560 ul, .pDMain1791368560 ol]font-family:"Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b]color:#9966cc;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b i.thoughtText]color:#808080 !important;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDTags1791368560]display:none;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 2:53:02 GMT -6
Guinevere didn’t particularly pay attention to the girl as she rambled about the fifth edition. Yes, they added new information – it’s why the professors were quibbling with themselves to get a look at it. She assumed most of it would be because of the information, but a larger part might be simply for their making sure any student who got their hands on the text wouldn’t use it for ‘evil.’ Void dust really didn’t need a manual on that matter. You used it, you got burned. You touched someone using it, you get burned. You get hit by an attack using it, you get burned. Literally the only reason to use it was if you already had some darkness in your heart drawing Grimm to you and had little left to lose.
As she turned the page, she jotted down a couple notes on treatment. Feeding someone to Grimm, though comical, seemed more a way to be rid of the person than to rid the person of Contagion. At the same time, her mind got a little distant, splitting its thought processes a bit as if she were inhabiting a Grimm and making decisions for it. Why had that girl wanted to learn about Void Dust? She had been at Vytal long enough to have probably learned all the reasons why it was illegal, and perhaps had even come across a few people that had the Contagion. She smirked and chuckled at this thought a touch. Some were scarred because they went too far, but for most the sad reality was that they had been given the curse by another.
But no one had looked at these books in several years. Someone taking a sudden interest in Void dust was something to be alarmed about, for sure. Probably the only reason she got permission to get her hands on the book – or the fifth edition, for that matter – was because her professors vouching for her continued interest in the material. Even in coming to Vytal, she seemed like a loose cannon, but they at least trusted her enough because of her passions to continue learning. A sudden interest in such material was a bad thing to be seen with. If the Will attacking a couple months prior was what set it off, then there would be even more cause for concern.
These notes in her mind, she sent a puff of her aura to her hairclips, all the while continuing to read. Wiry thread unwound from them, shaping and sculpting itself into a tiny wire frame creature. At first, she was tempted to make an elephant or Krahe, but decided against it. Instead, the wires knitted themselves into a small spider, no larger than a coin in size. It skittered to her shoulder and through her sleeve, popping out below her wrist. Here, it picked up a tiny scrap of paper reading "What purpose would the book serve?" to store in its abdomen. It then began scuttling down the stairs, leaving behind a tiny, almost unnoticeable thread in its wake. It scurried across the courtyard while Guinevere continued her casual flipping of pages and jotting down of notes.
When it finally reached the table where Amethyst sat, it hopped up on the table suddenly and began to rapidly lose shape. It uncoiled in a matter of seconds, leaving nothing but the note behind. The wire itself was now whole, and retracting back towards Guinevere in a rapid fashion. In the blink of an eye, the wire had retracted all the way across the courtyard and to Guinevere, up her sleeve, to her hairpiece, and clicked back into its storage space, none the wiser.
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Post by Amethyst Ingram on Nov 20, 2016 4:50:58 GMT -6
[attr="class","pDMain1791368560"] And so it is, that ash seeketh embers... Post As a cold gust of wind blew past her Amethyst paused a moment to resituate herself pulling her cloak a little closer to fight off early spring's chill looking up and around her. Clouds had begun to roll in suggesting that they might get another rain storm which brought her to sigh audibly grimacing at the idea of going back to her dorm. While she had explicit permission to study this sort've thing it's wasn't necessarily the type of subject that she wanted her team to know about if anything but for the rampant questions that might follow. Safe to say it was something that she wanted to do alone and keep to herself if it were possible prompting her to hunker down as much as she could to stave off having to leave. She could've gone to any of the various shops of course, or even in the library, but the same thing still applied. Too many people, too many jeers, and far too many questions for her liking.
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Though just as soon as the idea of having to leave and the possibility of having to do this sort've research around others dawned on her out of the corner of her eye she noticed something. A motion that hadn't been there prior but as soon as she'd looked was long since gone leaving behind what looked like a small scrap of paper in its wake. Pausing a moment and putting her scroll down Amy quickly went to grab the scrap of paper just as another wind gust eked through the courtyard blowing her hair and hood back revealing her raven locks. As soon as it had passed Amethyst quickly recomposed herself brushing her hair out of her face before opening the scrap and taking a look at what was written on the inside. It read "What purpose would the book serve?" bringing Amy to tilt her head to the side for a moment curiously before stuffing the note in her leg satchel and closing the book she'd been reading moments ago. Setting it in a stack on the other two Amy picked up her scroll and swiped across it to unlock it bringing up an application.
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Moments later after holding her thumb over the screen to verify her credentials the sound of what must've been a rocket resonated through the atmosphere slamming down into the walkway of the courtyard just near her. The metallic object that had touched down suddenly then sprung open revealing a blackened blade situated inside of it along with several other cases of what were presumably dust cartridges. Getting up Amethyst collected her belongings and went to putting her scroll back in her leg satchel before finally walking over to the object – her locker – and gripping the hilt of the blackened blade, Noire, as she hoisted it out. Setting the books in the locker as gently as she could Amethyst swung Noire over her shoulder and went about closing the lockers door using its holographic panel to send it back to where it had come from. Moving out of its way she waited a moment as its thrusters warmed up spewing out a myriad of blue flames from beneath it before finally taking off and setting Amy on her way.
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Getting to it Amethyst retraced her steps towards the library with Noire in tow over her shoulder disregarding the weird looks that she was getting along the way until finally she found herself at the steps of the library. Beginning her ascent up them she trotted along without a care in the world before finally lifting Noire off of her shoulder single-handedly and setting it down with a metallic thud on its blade tip. With one hand on the butt of the hilt Amethyst pulled her free hand up without looking at the girl who now sat before her as she pressed down on a compartment that was recessed into the side of the blade just above its dust cartridge chamber. The inset lighting array around the compartment lit up for a brief moment a hot white color before sinking down and moving off to the side revealing a secondary dust cartridge chamber. Motioning it so that the other girl could see it she finally addressed her saying "It might help me understand what this is, if you must know." Pausing a moment before taking a breath Amethyst started again saying "I'll spare to the seedy details but, in short, I acquired this blade when I was twelve years old from a very bad person. I believe that person engineered this slot, and this weapon, to do something as equally sinister and may already have. So, I'm sure you can put the pieces together and figure out just why I want a book like that..." With that Amethyst took a breath and looked off to the side, a tinge of disgust lining her facial features. It didn't bother her to talk about Noire but… that person… talking about that person bothered her more than she could ever express. Aura 150 Points Notes Woo~ Noire has made its first appearance! [attr="class","pDTags1791368560"]@hematos [nospaces][googlefont="Alegreya Sans:400,100,100italic,300,300italic,400italic,500,500italic,700,700italic,800,800italic,900,900italic"][googlefont="Open Sans:400,300,300italic,400italic,600,600italic,700,700italic,800,800italic"][newclass=.pDMain1791368560]font-family:"Alegreya Sans","Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;text-rendering:optimizeLegibility;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 p, .pDMain1791368560 ul, .pDMain1791368560 ol]font-family:"Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b]color:#9966cc;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b i.thoughtText]color:#808080 !important;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDTags1791368560]display:none;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 12:41:31 GMT -6
Guinevere didn’t really pay much attention to the girl after retrieving her spider. If she wanted to respond, she would. Settling into the book again, she came across a term she had seen in contexts of other dusts, and was standard ‘accepted’ practice – or as close as it could be – for understanding Void dust. Fingers pressed to the pages, a small red ripple shuffled over the book, hunting down the pages where “volatility” was mentioned.
“…though volatile, the dust… page 153,” Nope.
“A volatile mix, an admixture of Void dust with… page 274,” Who in their right mind would try mixing Void dust with anything?
“…Is known for its volatility, a property typically only found… page 43,” She flicked to this page, reading over the definition again to see if it was different for Void in the common understanding of the dust.
Her studying was interrupted by the rather pronounced sound of a blade digging into stone. She had heard the locker arrive, but had not been paying a terrible amount of attention to the happenings around her, enjoying the gulf of people around her. She did continue to read. It appeared that the classless girl from earlier had responded to her message. One eye darted to the shape of the sword. It was not sizable for some of the ones she had seen at Vytal, and the black steel was a nice touch. However, she remained unimpressed. She began to flick back to the pages where she had begun her search.
She listened to the girl drone on about her sword, as so many boring souls did at this school. They were not defined by their weapons, yet nearly everyone seemed to think as such. She had summarized what Amethyst needed the book for was to test it out in the chamber she had popped out. She did not like this idea, given the girl’s outward attitude and her completely sudden interest.
“So you want to put void dust in that.” She said the words loud enough that some on the stairs gave double takes. The rumor mill would do its thing past that point. She quieted down slightly at this point, but continued nonetheless. “You want to put void dust in that, destroy your aura, and become a living magnet for Grimm. Just because some compartment on a sword is curious to you, you want to throw all that away.” She scoffed. At this rate, she certainly would not be handing the book over and would most likely be reporting the girl to someone on campus because of her silly idea.
“I thought people came to this school to become huntsmen, not fanatics.”
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Post by Amethyst Ingram on Nov 22, 2016 6:04:29 GMT -6
[attr="class","pDMain1791368560"] And so it is, that ash seeketh embers... Post "As condescending as ever I see." Amethyst gave a sigh before looking back at the girl, shaking her head, and picking Noire up to set it back on her shoulder. Addressing the girl again she corrected her unabashedly asking first off "Did I say that?" before answering saying "No. No I didn't nor is that the case. I'm well aware of what spiritual dust, and void dust in particular, can do the user as well as how reactive it is in its natural state and the dangers that presents. I have no plans in attempting to try to use it or anything else of the sort nor would I be foolish enough to try something so reckless when I've seen it-" Stopping mid-sentence as her words flared Amethyst took a deep breath and continued saying "Just rest assured my intent isn't to use it. It's to figure out what exactly the person who owned this blade before me was trying to do with it and to prevent it from happening… possibly again. Besides, why are you so fervently looking into the subject when you're the one preaching its dangers to me? That’s more than a bit hypocritical bordering on fanatical itself if you ask me." Tilting her head to the side Amethyst followed up with "Besides, try worrying about your own ass before worrying about what I'm doing. At least I have a reason and permission to do research on the subject. What's yours?"
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It was clear that Amethyst had grown more than a little tired of the interaction already both having been questioned as to her motives and having been called a fanatic in the process. Just who did this girl think that she was that she could do that? She didn't know her from Joe Huntsmen across the street. All Amy had asked about was the book, not for the drama and interrogation that came along with it, or even to see it for that matter. Then again, she supposed it was her own fault. She should have realized by the swarms of people veering around this one that something like this was bound to happen. She should have just kept walking and ignored her like she usually did and like most had but no, she had to investigate, and put herself through this whole spiel. Though that was nor here nor there at this point. She had already been lured back into a confrontation with the girl and now she was agitated on top of it all because of what the other had said. If she even knew half of what she'd seen and been through with Rufous there'd be no need to explain. He had to be stopped and to do that she needed to know just how far he'd sank to effectively combat him or risk far worse than getting into it with some little girl with an attitude problem. Aura 150 Points Notes Sorry if its a bit shorter than the last one. I was dead tired when I wrote it but the next should be longer. [attr="class","pDTags1791368560"]@hematos [nospaces][googlefont="Alegreya Sans:400,100,100italic,300,300italic,400italic,500,500italic,700,700italic,800,800italic,900,900italic"][googlefont="Open Sans:400,300,300italic,400italic,600,600italic,700,700italic,800,800italic"][newclass=.pDMain1791368560]font-family:"Alegreya Sans","Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;text-rendering:optimizeLegibility;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 p, .pDMain1791368560 ul, .pDMain1791368560 ol]font-family:"Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b]color:#9966cc;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b i.thoughtText]color:#808080 !important;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDTags1791368560]display:none;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 17:52:18 GMT -6
Well, this girl was certainly not in the right of mind to be looking at anything pertaining to Void dust. Here she was rambling on about understanding what someone could do with it and her particular weapon, and she seemed to expect to figure it out just by reading about the dust. Condescension was in order. “You propose to learn what the previous owner of that sword was planning for it. You have also indicated it utilizes void dust. Yet either you are excellent at playing dumb, woefully ignorant, or you are trying to cover up the fact that to figure out how that sword works with void dust, you would be using it.” She never really looked up from the book, not considering the girl worth her time at this point. “Perhaps you should listen more attentively to Professor Deshantis. If for some reason, you think you do, reformulate your hypothesis and try again.”
She flipped the page casually, continuing to read. If the girl honestly didn’t know, she either elected to avoid every rumor mill in the school, avoided any confrontation on the island, and wasn’t paying attention to the cloud of people avoiding Guinevere. If she had even the sense to listen to some of the whispers, perhaps she would be able to figure out something. But, if she was brash enough to want to study Void dust without so much as paying attention in a basic dust class, Guinevere could understand if that were beyond her mental faculties and perception.
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Post by Amethyst Ingram on Nov 22, 2016 23:51:51 GMT -6
[attr="class","pDMain1791368560"] And so it is, that ash seeketh embers... Post The moment the girl opened her mouth Amy rolled her eyes in response to the refuse pouring from it. It begged the question what in the bloody seven hells was this girls' deal? Was she simply that dense or had she forgotten to take her morning chill pill? Or both? As usual she'd gone and spouted off some condescending pretentious garbage while not even having enough decency to say it to her face keeping her head safely tucked in the pages of the book. Needless to say this was grating on Amethyst's last nerve as she brought her eyes about into a deadpanned stare retorting with "Are you that dense? Have you even been listening to a word I've been saying? I've already told you that my intent isn't to use void dust. I never have, nor would I ever, nor am I researching it exclusively if you had pulled your head out of your rectum long enough to take a good long hard look at the books I was carrying when we first met. Furthermore, I wouldn't dream of attempting any sort of practical experimentation with something as volatile as a dust explicitly known for its volatility and adverse side effects." Shaking her head she gave a dry laugh before continuing "Perhaps you should pay a little more attention when your speaking to someone and get the facts before you go running your mouth like a damned pompous fool."[break][break]
Following her mini-rant Amy took a deep breath exhaling moments later trying to calm herself as the girls' words lingered in the back of her mind, replaying like a petulant recording stuck on a loop. It was no wonder that people avoided her with such an infuriating disposition and borderline rude behavior. Who honestly would want to stick around for something like that? She sure as hell didn't, especially when she knew full well the rumors that had recently begun to circulate and events that had transpired as well as what she'd been through in the past with Rufous herself. She was sure she had seen him use void dust, possibly in conjunction with another dust type, when he disposed of her childhood mentor and, who knows, likely when he had slain her mother a decade prior to that too. Beyond that, aside from what she'd seen, his intent the evening he'd killed her instructor told volumes further cementing that suspicion in her eyes. So she sure as hell didn't need anyone lecturing her – a professor or this girl for that matter – on how dangerous something like that was; if anything she knew far better having seen it firsthand and bearing witness to its terrifying, not to mention corrupting, power.[break][break]
Though Amy was not about to tell that to this girl something like that given her track record so far. There was no telling how she'd twist her words around on her and more to the point it wasn't any of her business anyway. No, instead Amy would opt for an out coming to follow up her previous rant by saying "Ya know what, it doesn't even matter. I don't have to explain myself to you or anyone else and I sure as hell have got better things to do than quibble with you. So, if you’re done ignorantly lambasting me I'll be taking my leave." With that Amy turned on her heel and gave an exasperated sigh as she started on her way down the steps assured she'd made the best and only call she could've made at this point. She'd tried to be cordial, she'd tried to explain why she was interested in the book, she'd even tried to avoid the argument in the first place but in the end all this girl wanted to do was use her words against her. Lingering any longer would've only provided her with more ammunition and would've deservedly turned her into a punching bag. Aura 150 Points Notes Well, I suppose unless Guin has anything to add to turn this around we can pretty much call the thread. I think that they just got off on the wrong foot and continuing it in this direction probably wouldn't be best for either of them. Sad as that is to say. [attr="class","pDTags1791368560"]@hematos [nospaces][googlefont="Alegreya Sans:400,100,100italic,300,300italic,400italic,500,500italic,700,700italic,800,800italic,900,900italic"][googlefont="Open Sans:400,300,300italic,400italic,600,600italic,700,700italic,800,800italic"][newclass=.pDMain1791368560]font-family:"Alegreya Sans","Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;text-rendering:optimizeLegibility;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 p, .pDMain1791368560 ul, .pDMain1791368560 ol]font-family:"Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b]color:#9966cc;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b i.thoughtText]color:#808080 !important;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDTags1791368560]display:none;[/newclass] |
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