27 May 2020, 15:10
Quiet Questions
Sylvain had finally rounded the corner of the stacks after a short amount of waiting, and Flash instinctively stood up to greet him, only realizing after a moment that the two of them were a bit beyond such impersonal formalities. That was, Flash was still unsure of exactly what way they were meant to interact with each other. It was hard to pinpoint, and nothing that they had said to each other really changed its strangeness. The conclusion Flash had come to, for lack of any proof of it being otherwise, was that both of them were not particularly good at making friends, so it was better to just ignore the strangeness of it all and act as though their bumbling acquaintance was perfectly normal. It was better for both of them that they didn’t dwell too much on the how or why, since they seemed to get along just fine when it came down to brass tacks. With that, Flash sat back down again, waiting for Sylvain to settle in with the mountain of books being delivered by the house elves.
From the looks of it, Sylvain was predictably of the same mind, that now was the time to make sure the finals went off without a hitch. He even had flash cards ready, which Flash was curious to look through. He had never gone through the effort of making any himself-- he found the act of creating them to be a waste of time that he would rather spend taking notes. Namely, posing questions and theories that the reading gave him, and looking further into those in order to broaden his understanding of the topic. Simply memorizing facts by writing them and re-reading them over and over seemed like a fool’s errand, but he could acknowledge that different people learned better in different ways. He might even benefit from their usage himself, though he doubted he could ever be moved to make them on his own time.
Once his gear had been fully unloaded, Sylvain began to speak right away. It was a noted change from most of the year, in the past, they would have nodded at each other, or even smiled, but now that the sound barrier had been broken, they were expected to keep up. Flash suspected Sylvain might have even been branching out, trying to get to know others as well. If he had any sense of self worth, he might have wondered if it was his own influence that had caused it.
”It’s alright, we didn’t have a prescribed meeting planned, so you couldn’t be ‘late’ if you tried.” Flash tossed aside Sylvain’s worries as if they were nothing. ”I only just arrived recently myself. Studying for finals… naturally. There was something I hoped to bring up, however.”
Flash didn’t want to alarm Sylvain, who he knew was quite sensitive, so he broached the topic with a great big kid gloves. Most people hated to hear that someone ‘needed to tell them something’, even if they had no reason to expect it was something bad, so the wordage of ‘bringing up’ something was a lot kinder.
”The Quidditch finals are coming up soon, and a very dear friend of mine, Willow Anderson, is the keeper for the Hufflepuff team. I’ll be attending to cheer her on, so I wanted to make sure you were expecting my absence.” Having said his peace summarily, a calm smile stretched over his face. ”Though, perhaps you were thinking of attending as well?”
@Sylvain Indarys
From the looks of it, Sylvain was predictably of the same mind, that now was the time to make sure the finals went off without a hitch. He even had flash cards ready, which Flash was curious to look through. He had never gone through the effort of making any himself-- he found the act of creating them to be a waste of time that he would rather spend taking notes. Namely, posing questions and theories that the reading gave him, and looking further into those in order to broaden his understanding of the topic. Simply memorizing facts by writing them and re-reading them over and over seemed like a fool’s errand, but he could acknowledge that different people learned better in different ways. He might even benefit from their usage himself, though he doubted he could ever be moved to make them on his own time.
Once his gear had been fully unloaded, Sylvain began to speak right away. It was a noted change from most of the year, in the past, they would have nodded at each other, or even smiled, but now that the sound barrier had been broken, they were expected to keep up. Flash suspected Sylvain might have even been branching out, trying to get to know others as well. If he had any sense of self worth, he might have wondered if it was his own influence that had caused it.
”It’s alright, we didn’t have a prescribed meeting planned, so you couldn’t be ‘late’ if you tried.” Flash tossed aside Sylvain’s worries as if they were nothing. ”I only just arrived recently myself. Studying for finals… naturally. There was something I hoped to bring up, however.”
Flash didn’t want to alarm Sylvain, who he knew was quite sensitive, so he broached the topic with a great big kid gloves. Most people hated to hear that someone ‘needed to tell them something’, even if they had no reason to expect it was something bad, so the wordage of ‘bringing up’ something was a lot kinder.
”The Quidditch finals are coming up soon, and a very dear friend of mine, Willow Anderson, is the keeper for the Hufflepuff team. I’ll be attending to cheer her on, so I wanted to make sure you were expecting my absence.” Having said his peace summarily, a calm smile stretched over his face. ”Though, perhaps you were thinking of attending as well?”
@Sylvain Indarys
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
1 Jun 2020, 00:14
Quiet Questions
Hexcode= #507091
"Oh!” Sylvain said in exclamation as he remembered Willow Anderson’s connection to Flash. “I know Willow Anderson. She and I cleaned a greenhouse together during an errand we both signed up for on accident.” Sylvain neglected to tell Flash how they’d also shared feelings of homesickness and hugged one another.”The Quidditch finals are coming up soon, and a very dear friend of mine, Willow Anderson, is the keeper for the Hufflepuff team. I’ll be attending to cheer her on, so I wanted to make sure you were expecting my absence.Though, perhaps you were thinking of attending as well?”
“She told me you two had worked together in the greenhouse before.” Sylvain’s eyebrow rose up as he stared at Flash teasingly for a second. “Although she didn’t say much, and I thought it might be rude to ask her about your past, so I stopped asking her questions about the two of you.” He nodded respectfully at Flash.
“Regardless, she said she thinks the two of us will be best friends, so I should probably go and show her my support. If you wanted to go together I can meet up with you before.”
It was then that Sylvain finally understood what Flash had meant about obligations. He had spent this whole time thinking about how convenient friendship would be, he hadn’t considered how much effort it might take to maintain it. His stomach tensed a bit, and he reflexively reached for some of his sweets he had tucked away, but remembered the library rules. Instead, he reached for his books and spread them out in an organized manner.
“Do you have any interest in studying some of these with me?” Sylvain motioned to the neatly organized array of scholarly materials. “I also brought some makeshift Flash cards if you need some help retaining something important. I mostly use them to help with my Latin pronunciations.”
He brought his stack of first year spells to bear. The pad of flash cards was a nice thick stack of over sixteen Latin pronunciations, common mistakes, and helpful root word reminders. Sylvain relished the opportunity to improve his vocabulary and saw value in memorizing the basics.
“Also, this is for you. I read it myself and I took a guess that you would have an interest in Transmutation. This particular book is a unique text because it describes Transmutation from the existential stand point. Hence the title What it Means to Be a Boar. Also, it’s packed with some of the driest humor I’ve ever read. Here look.”
Turning to a referenced page, Sylvain opened with the book’s thesis summary, so that Flash could read it aloud for both of them.
@Flash Holmwood
"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
4 Jun 2020, 15:03
Quiet Questions
Flash was surprised that not only did Sylvain know who Willow was, but that he happily suggested the two of them go to the finals together. Well, perhaps he shouldn’t be surprised that the goddess of friendship had found her way to even the shyest of student’s hearts. He remembered the last match he watched with her, and how it seemed like not only her whole house, but quite a few students from other houses had been cheering her one specifically. It was hard not to love her.
”I would really enjoy that. I’m glad you suggested it.” Flash beamed with a rare genuine smile. Perhaps it had something to do with thinking about his beloved sister and the effect she had on others. ”In fact, that makes me keen to invite someone else as well, another good friend of Willow’s and mine, if that’s alright.”
He hoped the addition wouldn’t come as an intrusion, but he wasn’t clicking people together arbitrarily. It seemed to him that the kind of friendship he, Willow, and Ross had was one that Syl would fit into perfectly well.
Sylvain shuffled around, grabbing for one thing or the other before settling on setting all of his books and cards out and looking over them like a proud surveyor. He asked Flash if he wanted to study alongside him, a request that brought another sweet smile to Flash’s face. Sylvain and him were certainly on the same page today.
Practicing Latin pronunciation was a clever use of flash cards, Flash picked up the short stack to flip through them quickly. He had already repeated them to himself quite a lot, afraid of looking foolish if he tried to cast a spell and said it incorrectly. Even then, he was slightly nervous that despite all that work, he would still manage to be wrong somethow.
”Yes, absolutely. Happily.” Flash flipped through the cards studiously before setting them back down. Being both first years, their curriculum was the same even though they only had one class together.
Then, Sylvain pushed forward one of the books he had splayed out on the table, saying he thought it would be of particular interest to Flash. Scanning the cover, he let out a small guttural chuckle to see why. He certainly was observant to pick up how often his studies led to endured focus on transmutation. Less because it interested him, and more because it scared him. Had he somehow picked up on that as well? The existential approach was one he was honestly very curious about. Had he known this book was in the library, he likely would have read it at the beginning of the year.
Picking it up and opening it, Sylvain gave it to Flash and pointed at the small paragraph stating the thesis in the foreword. Dutifully, Flash began to read aloud.
”Boarhood is neither boring nor boastful, being transfigured is an experience that alters one’s perception of their state of consciousness. The only fear one needs to have of ‘going hog wild’ is that they may like it too much and never want to return to the dregs of humanity.”
After finishing, Flash let out a decently loud laugh, holding one hand to his chest. It was enough to get him shushed by one of the house elves, reducing him to a few close-mouthed chuckles.
”I think I’ll quite enjoy this book. You seem to know me well.” Flash’s expression was dazzling, the interaction having put him in a spectacularly good mood. ”Perhaps I can return the favor soon, and find you something fitting.”
With that, he put the book down for the moment. For now, they had studying to do.
@Sylvain Indarys
”I would really enjoy that. I’m glad you suggested it.” Flash beamed with a rare genuine smile. Perhaps it had something to do with thinking about his beloved sister and the effect she had on others. ”In fact, that makes me keen to invite someone else as well, another good friend of Willow’s and mine, if that’s alright.”
He hoped the addition wouldn’t come as an intrusion, but he wasn’t clicking people together arbitrarily. It seemed to him that the kind of friendship he, Willow, and Ross had was one that Syl would fit into perfectly well.
Sylvain shuffled around, grabbing for one thing or the other before settling on setting all of his books and cards out and looking over them like a proud surveyor. He asked Flash if he wanted to study alongside him, a request that brought another sweet smile to Flash’s face. Sylvain and him were certainly on the same page today.
Practicing Latin pronunciation was a clever use of flash cards, Flash picked up the short stack to flip through them quickly. He had already repeated them to himself quite a lot, afraid of looking foolish if he tried to cast a spell and said it incorrectly. Even then, he was slightly nervous that despite all that work, he would still manage to be wrong somethow.
”Yes, absolutely. Happily.” Flash flipped through the cards studiously before setting them back down. Being both first years, their curriculum was the same even though they only had one class together.
Then, Sylvain pushed forward one of the books he had splayed out on the table, saying he thought it would be of particular interest to Flash. Scanning the cover, he let out a small guttural chuckle to see why. He certainly was observant to pick up how often his studies led to endured focus on transmutation. Less because it interested him, and more because it scared him. Had he somehow picked up on that as well? The existential approach was one he was honestly very curious about. Had he known this book was in the library, he likely would have read it at the beginning of the year.
Picking it up and opening it, Sylvain gave it to Flash and pointed at the small paragraph stating the thesis in the foreword. Dutifully, Flash began to read aloud.
”Boarhood is neither boring nor boastful, being transfigured is an experience that alters one’s perception of their state of consciousness. The only fear one needs to have of ‘going hog wild’ is that they may like it too much and never want to return to the dregs of humanity.”
After finishing, Flash let out a decently loud laugh, holding one hand to his chest. It was enough to get him shushed by one of the house elves, reducing him to a few close-mouthed chuckles.
”I think I’ll quite enjoy this book. You seem to know me well.” Flash’s expression was dazzling, the interaction having put him in a spectacularly good mood. ”Perhaps I can return the favor soon, and find you something fitting.”
With that, he put the book down for the moment. For now, they had studying to do.
@Sylvain Indarys
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
3 Jul 2020, 18:04
Quiet Questions
Backdated: June 22nd, 2020
As the school year was over, and finals had been taken, the school library only became more and more empty. Even Flash himself often read books he earned through the magic room, and read them outside in the shade of a tree, now that the weather permitted it. Flash had always enjoyed taking his books outside when he was growing up, though he wouldn’t dare do it with a book that belonged to someone else, or the library for that matter. Of course, there were still books he needed specific reference from, and not idle amusement. Yes, even after all the schoolwork was a distant memory, Flash was still researching.
It came as no surprise that Sylvain was in the library as well. For once, he was out in the open. No likely chance of being interrupted like he might have been on a regular school day. The emptiness was almost eerie, though Sylvain’s presence brought enough light to dash the darker feeling completely. Flash almost forgot what he had planned to borrow, feeling an intense desire to catch up with his friend instead. Heading over to the table where Syl had already opened a book, Flash sat down across him to draw attention without startling. Only after Sylvain acknowledged his presence would he speak.
”Good afternoon, Syl. I’m glad I got to see you again before July. Do you have time to talk?” Flash folded his hands on the table, though he was leaning forward with expectation. ”Nothing in particular, though there was something that made me think of you…”
As if suddenly remembering, Flash reached into the bag he brought to carry his library books in. It didn’t have much, he only ever carried what he needed with him, though there was one superfluous addition at the moment. At the errand that Miss Griselda held, she had offered both sickles and chocolate frogs as a reward. Naturally, Flash had mostly attended as a means to get to know someone better, so he received the frogs with little to no enthusiasm. He might have thrown them away, but he recalled how often he would see Sylvain feverishly trading the collectible cards from inside them. Curious about the allure, Flash open them up to see the cards himself.
Surprisingly, he found himself interested as well. Not that he could imagine himself collecting a bunch of cards, but that it illuminated his lack of knowledge of the wizarding world and its historical figures. History had never been his subject. Even British history alluded him to some degree, as shameful as that was for an intellectual. His interest often lay more in prospects for the future, philosophy, and psychology. A brain could really only fit so much information in so much time. Well, that was what relying on others was for.
Bringing the four cards out, Flash set them on the table gently. He had kept them pressed between the pages of a notebook, so their condition was as pristine as when he had received them. He had recognized none of the figures, even the one he thought he ought to have known. Looking back up at Syl with a hopeful smile, Flash was eager to see his companion’s reaction. Perhaps four random cards would hold no interest for the collector, only one of them had been marked as uncommon.
”My first cards. Would you believe I don’t know who any of these people are?”
@Sylvain Indarys
Last edited by Flash Holmwood on 31 Jul 2020, 12:37, edited 2 times in total.
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
6 Jul 2020, 01:02
Quiet Questions
Hexcode= #507091
It was this day last week that the other students had stopped coming into the library numbers large enough that Sylvain felt compelled to hide in the Q-section. Being honest with himself, he acknowledged that he hadn't felt like hiding much this last month of school anyways. He'd made a satisfactory few acquaintances and smiled wide as the mage was already feeling like a different kid. Sitting right out in the open living like he had nothing to lose, Sylvain's usually large stack of books was dwindled down to a single book. One tome he'd held off all year, a book he didn't want to read.
Even though the deafening silence of the empty shelves and desks, betwixt which not an elf was seen. Have no doubt that they still managed to eavesdrop as always. An immense weight bound Sylvain's shoulders, neck and jaw tight. He thought to himself that it could have been stress, or perhaps even concern for his future. As Flash rounded the corridor, the immense weight on Sylvain's shoulders was bore bearable. Somehow just sight of his quiet companion was enough to lift his spirits and lighten his load. He was quite proud to have made his acquaintance, and even more excited to watch the Quidditch match with him.
Nodding as he closed the book, Sylvain was careful to slide it off the table in a manner that concealed the cover as the jock approached.
"I'm glad you asked," chuckled the wistful pre-teen. "I wanted to ask you the same thing." The corner's of the boys mouth turned up as his eyes creased. Syl was blushing. Sylvain stared curiously as Flash dug through his satchel, a wardrobe decision the lad himself adhered to every day. Beneath some library books, Syvain thought he could see the wrappers for several chocolate frogs. The mere thought of Flash showing him a card made him giddy. Working hard to suppress his glee, Sylvain scooted forward in his chair, placing the book in his lap and propping himself up on his elbow.
Watching as Demetrius finally retrieved the cards from his bag, Sylvain let out an excited giggle. "Chocolate frog cards! Of course" The cards Flash handed over were much different than the cards Sylvain kept for himself. Where as these came straight for the binding of a book where they were kept dry and flat. Syl's collection mostly consisted of cards people had given away. Sylvain was saving his frogs for something, and currently had dozens hidden away beneath his bed. Recognizing most of the characters Sylvain immediately understood why Flash had failed to recognize many of them.
Sylvain let out a giggle to see if Flash was serious, and stopped laughing when he realized Flash wasn't joking. "These were in our lessons, but they weren't assigned to us in any projects so I'm certain you just never read about them." Most of the leisure reading Sylvain witnessed Flash performing was based around philosophy, ideals, and the human condition, so it wasn't very surprising that Flash had forgotten about B78. "That's okay though, I'll tell you about them next year. Maybe you can turn a report on them in for extra credit."
Sylvain handed the cards back to Flash after looking at them. The lad was respectful and gentle when handling his friends property. "I uh, made you something awhile back," Sylvain said while taking a moment to dig through his own satchel. "It's my first attempt at a snake but..." Producing the wet noodle equivalent of a snake shaped bookmark, Sylvain handed the hand-embroidered gift he'd made for Flash. "Sorry it looks more like a bookworm than a snake. I tried." He shrugged smiling back at Flash.
"Any plans for the summer?"
@Flash Holmwood
"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
9 Jul 2020, 16:52
Quiet Questions
Not only had Sylvain seemed happy to see Flash, he was nearly vibrating in his seat from excitement to see the cards in his hand. He knew they weren’t special ones, but it seemed like that hardly mattered to Syl. Good to know. The bright and cheeful enthusiasm Syl had for the little pieces of cardboard was beyond Flash’s comprehension, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t bask in the reflected glow of joy.
Flash felt a bit sheepish to be told that they had been a part of their lessons that year. He didn’t want to make excuses, but things like people and dates never stuck with him. He also dedicated a massive swath of his free time to reading completely outside their classes. He had also done further reading to understand the subject matter of his classes better, but not for history.
Then, relief again when Syl suggested a special study session between the two of them. A problem, a solution. He was always thankful for someone forgiving a gap in his knowledge. More often than not, he would have rather jumped off a cliff than admit he didn’t know something, but even though Syl was an avid reader and alleged intellectual himself, he chose to lift Flash up rather than lord it over him. Not a graciousness that just anyone would dole out.
”Perhaps, though it might be hard for me to concentrate. I’m no good with history, it’s a bit like listening to white noise.” Flash tried to explain, revealing a weakness of his openly. Trusting him. ”Maybe if I can find another way. A way that would make it less… boring.”
Flash gave an embarrassed smile, but he didn’t figure Syl would balk at the challenge. In fact, he handed Flash a green piece of fabric. Flash held it aloft in the air, looking at it with tentative confusion. Apparantly Syl made it for him… a snake… well, it was green and long, so he got that part right. A bookworm? Perhaps it was a bookmark? It was hard to tell exactly what Syl was doing by making it for him, but it didn’t change the fact that he had made it for him.
”Thank you for thinking of me.”
Feeling he had mostly sussed out what the sad threadwork was supposed to be, Flash showed his appreciation. It wasn’t a lie, it was nice to think that Syl was still thinking of him when they weren’t together. He wasn’t sure how many people could be counted among his ranks.
Then, he asked Flash a question, one he assumed he had a vested interest in the answer of, though he worried about whether Syl intended to ask to share a tent with him. A bit nervously, Flash put the green worm away in his bag and rested his elbows on the table, threading his fingers so he could rest his head on them.
”Yes, since I’m going to the Quidditch match with you, I was going to set up a tent in the London campground. It was just going to be me… me and some books. Some quiet, some time alone.” Flash watched for Syl’s reaction with worried anticipation.
@Sylvain Indarys
Flash felt a bit sheepish to be told that they had been a part of their lessons that year. He didn’t want to make excuses, but things like people and dates never stuck with him. He also dedicated a massive swath of his free time to reading completely outside their classes. He had also done further reading to understand the subject matter of his classes better, but not for history.
Then, relief again when Syl suggested a special study session between the two of them. A problem, a solution. He was always thankful for someone forgiving a gap in his knowledge. More often than not, he would have rather jumped off a cliff than admit he didn’t know something, but even though Syl was an avid reader and alleged intellectual himself, he chose to lift Flash up rather than lord it over him. Not a graciousness that just anyone would dole out.
”Perhaps, though it might be hard for me to concentrate. I’m no good with history, it’s a bit like listening to white noise.” Flash tried to explain, revealing a weakness of his openly. Trusting him. ”Maybe if I can find another way. A way that would make it less… boring.”
Flash gave an embarrassed smile, but he didn’t figure Syl would balk at the challenge. In fact, he handed Flash a green piece of fabric. Flash held it aloft in the air, looking at it with tentative confusion. Apparantly Syl made it for him… a snake… well, it was green and long, so he got that part right. A bookworm? Perhaps it was a bookmark? It was hard to tell exactly what Syl was doing by making it for him, but it didn’t change the fact that he had made it for him.
”Thank you for thinking of me.”
Feeling he had mostly sussed out what the sad threadwork was supposed to be, Flash showed his appreciation. It wasn’t a lie, it was nice to think that Syl was still thinking of him when they weren’t together. He wasn’t sure how many people could be counted among his ranks.
Then, he asked Flash a question, one he assumed he had a vested interest in the answer of, though he worried about whether Syl intended to ask to share a tent with him. A bit nervously, Flash put the green worm away in his bag and rested his elbows on the table, threading his fingers so he could rest his head on them.
”Yes, since I’m going to the Quidditch match with you, I was going to set up a tent in the London campground. It was just going to be me… me and some books. Some quiet, some time alone.” Flash watched for Syl’s reaction with worried anticipation.
@Sylvain Indarys
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
12 Jul 2020, 16:35
Quiet Questions
Hexcode= #507091
Sylvain listened carefully to Flash's words, trying to figure out his true feelings behind them. It was pretty plain to the lad that Flash felt insecure about his ability to concentrate. He would simply push his hand forward on the table to comfort him by patting his elbow. Sometimes a little physical reminder was all the communication needed to reassure someone that their words weren't lost. Sylvain nodded in agreement with flashcards having become boring. Sylvain made a mental note to permanently store the ones he made for the goblin rebellions study. "I agree, studying history is boring with flashcards. Much better if you ask some of the elves in the kitchen to act out the chapters." He chuckled, he was only joking of course, but the concept was genuine. "I'm sure we'll find a way."
When Flash thanked Sylvain for his thoughtfulness, something didn't quite add up for Sylvain. The lad had spent the latter half of the year thinking about his friend. Then it clicked. For all of his feelings, Sylvain spoke up when he felt very few of them. It was something he'd only recently recognized. Sylvain needed to rectify that. Tell Flash that he was his friend and always intended to be.
For now the lad tried his best to be patient and attentive to Flash's feelings. The poor kid wasn't even trying to hide it, so Sylvain could tell right away that Flash was nervous when he spoke about his summer plans. The lazy dust motes of the library began to be illuminated by the afternoon sun. Warm, fuzzy sunshine struck the top of Holmwood's hair, and Sylvain's disposition was softened by the relaxing warm air.
"That sounds lovely." Time alone reading books had always sounded grand to him. Sylvain wasn't sure who he might end up tenting with. If there was some sort of process of assigned tenting, Sylvain would be more than likely to allow the professors to guide him into the right situation. Truly, Sylvain had hardly developed enough interest in enough of his fellow classmates to desire spending the whole summer with any of them. "It'll be relaxing to get away from the stress of school and read a good book." The smirk on his face, combined with him relaxing his shoulders showed he was enjoying the conversation.
Sylvain remembered back to their first chance meeting back when he'd only had a single other acquaintance. Flash was much the same. A stable fixture in his life that he'd come to rely on. Someone who read books just to learn, and didn't ask too many questions about feelings when it wasn't important. There was more to it though. Sylvain had observed Flash's interests. The two were quite alike in morals and ideals, the two of them having read much together in even a short time.
"As for my plans there are a few people I'm interested in seeing this summer." His smile hadn't faded, instead, he rolled his spine to give his back a pop and shifted back in the chair so he slumped, letting his arms dangle from the sides. As his head tilted back to stare at the ceiling. "Mostly Dealla Prince, she has a brilliant mind for strategy and the bravery to stand up for herself, but also Ileen Knight and Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood. I think they're all three very good people." The stretching scholar then extended his arms in a long arc as he was taught to do by Professor Jensen when she instructed him on yoga. With a shift of his neck he brought himself back to the table, chin resting atop his arms, hands tucked into his armpits. As he did so, the book on his lap slid to the floor.
It was an old yellow leather bound book, wrapped with a bit of cord that was more akin to a journal than any real text. A humble few parchment leafs were bound inside the ragged looking script, making it clear that any message within was meant to be concise and important. On the front were simple black letters that titled the book. "The Society of Samaritans." Sylvain quickly picked the book back up.
@Flash Holmwood
Mentions: @Dealla Prince @Ileen Knight @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood
"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
15 Jul 2020, 16:27
Quiet Questions
Flash was honestly delighted at the thought of the histories being acted out, though he hated to think of imposing on the kitchen staff. Still, it brought out a chuckle from deep within him to imagine it. It would absolutely be easier to remember history if it was dramatized and he could watch it. He wasn’t quite sure what the difference was between the two, he had no trouble reading about the exploits of fictional characters, or news stories about current events. Perhaps it was the fact that the people involved were dead, that they no longer had any active effect on the world and could no longer do anything besides the history they had created. Well, it was hard to suss out, having a gap in ones interest was hardly unique to Flash.
Rather, he appreciated Syl’s leaping to his aid. It was a creative solution as well, even though he seemed to pass it off as a simple idea. Flash would do well to give more problems to Syl to solve, he seemed quite adept at doing it creatively.
”Thank you, I think that’s brilliant, really…” Flash was able to share his gratitude between furtive laughs.
He felt lucky that Sylvain held no disdain for him wanting to spend time alone. Well, perhaps it was lucky that he had found Sylvain, rather than lucky that he was an understanding kind of person. He seemed more happy for Flash than he might have expected anyone to be when hearing he intended to spend his summer alone. Given that he was an extrovert, it would seem obvious to most that Flash needed people, and might even have trouble being alone with his thoughts, but Sylvain either didn’t know as much, or simply trusted Flash to make the right choice for himself. How refreshing.
The evening sun starting to warm the table through the window. He talked about friends that he had made-- people Flash didn’t know at all. Still, it was good he was meeting people. Earlier on in the year, no one he asked knew who Syl was. Not even some of the faculty. It seemed he had made a few more successful attempts, and Flash would have to memorize those names and make sure they were suitable. Or, err, just keep an eye out for them. He needed to keep a grip on his penchant for wanting to control everything…
”If you think they’re good, it must be true.” In all honesty, Flash didn’t know if he could trust Syl’s judgement of people, he didn’t have any good examples except for himself. Arguably, Flash was not a ‘good person’, though he did everything in his power to make it seem otherwise. Still, he felt no qualm with trusting Syl’s word until proven otherwise.
Syl made a move to stretch out the stiffness that came from sitting too long, though a book was brought to his attention as it fell to the ground. Picking it up, it looked like a small twine-wrapped journal with a strange title on the front.
”What have you got there?” Flash couldn’t help but be curious.
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Rather, he appreciated Syl’s leaping to his aid. It was a creative solution as well, even though he seemed to pass it off as a simple idea. Flash would do well to give more problems to Syl to solve, he seemed quite adept at doing it creatively.
”Thank you, I think that’s brilliant, really…” Flash was able to share his gratitude between furtive laughs.
He felt lucky that Sylvain held no disdain for him wanting to spend time alone. Well, perhaps it was lucky that he had found Sylvain, rather than lucky that he was an understanding kind of person. He seemed more happy for Flash than he might have expected anyone to be when hearing he intended to spend his summer alone. Given that he was an extrovert, it would seem obvious to most that Flash needed people, and might even have trouble being alone with his thoughts, but Sylvain either didn’t know as much, or simply trusted Flash to make the right choice for himself. How refreshing.
The evening sun starting to warm the table through the window. He talked about friends that he had made-- people Flash didn’t know at all. Still, it was good he was meeting people. Earlier on in the year, no one he asked knew who Syl was. Not even some of the faculty. It seemed he had made a few more successful attempts, and Flash would have to memorize those names and make sure they were suitable. Or, err, just keep an eye out for them. He needed to keep a grip on his penchant for wanting to control everything…
”If you think they’re good, it must be true.” In all honesty, Flash didn’t know if he could trust Syl’s judgement of people, he didn’t have any good examples except for himself. Arguably, Flash was not a ‘good person’, though he did everything in his power to make it seem otherwise. Still, he felt no qualm with trusting Syl’s word until proven otherwise.
Syl made a move to stretch out the stiffness that came from sitting too long, though a book was brought to his attention as it fell to the ground. Picking it up, it looked like a small twine-wrapped journal with a strange title on the front.
”What have you got there?” Flash couldn’t help but be curious.
@Sylvain Indarys
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
22 Jul 2020, 16:14
Quiet Questions
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Flash's chuckle reminded Sylvain that he could be funny when he made an honest effort. Although it had mostly been a joke, Sylvain would have gladly gone out of the way to help his friend study in the manner that helped him most. Luckily, Flash didn't seem the kind of person who asked much from others, or really for anything at all. The overly analytical wizard wondered if Flash felt like he deserved anything at all sometimes, and other times he was just glad he opened his mouth during Christmas break. Would they still be strangers now if he hadn't?
”Thank you, I think that’s brilliant, really…” Sylvain blushed at the compliment, turning his bashful head away and smirking sidelong at his companion. The daydreamer had received so few compliments this year, and he found most were hollow. They were the type of compliments people gave out as pleasantry rather than love but here was never any doubt in Sylvain's mind. At least when it came to believing in Flash's thoughtfulness for others there wasn't an drop of doubt to be found.
As the evening sun began warming the surface of the table through the library's thin pane glass windows, Flash reassured Sylvain of his trust. ”If you think they’re good, it must be true.” Another blush would warm his cheeks, but this time Sylvain's brow, eyes, and mouth would visibly relax. It was comforting to him that somebody trusted his judgement. As the lad had spent most of his time doubting himself, the idea that someone trusted his perspective was inspiring. It made him want to gather more of it to share. "Thanks," he said politely without interrupting his friend. Flash had a way of diffusing the typical anxieties the scholar had. It made him all the more excited to grow up with him.
Sylvain knew as soon as Flash picked the scrawny yellow book up that he wouldn't be able to properly explain his feelings on it, and took a moment to practice the self-analyzing pattern he'd developed over the last month or so. Excitement, urgency, stress, and a bit of irritation for being unable to figure out all the answers on his own. "It's, well, an idea of sorts," he said plainly, and perhaps a bit disappointingly. "I found it here in the library, no markings, no dates, no names, other than just one message on the inside cover and one quote in the back." Sylvain motioned for Flash to open it up and reveal the inside. Once the book was opened, Flash and Sylvain would see faded ink, upon aged paper that threatened to come loose from the enfeebled spine.
The words on the inside cover were, "Respect, Compassion, Stewardship and Initiative."
"Best I can tell it was some form of handbook, or roster of sorts," he said as he pointed at the clear formatting of the book's front pages. "I believe it onced held a list of like-minded people who agreed on the same principle values." Sylvain would motion to Flash his desire to turn to the very back of the book to reveal the only other markings inside of it. Either way, the mystery the book presented was far from solved, in fact it felt like the more Sylvain attempted to decipher the book, the fuzzier the future got. "Although what happened to them is beyond my comprehension."
The back of the book read, "We might think we want to disappear, but instead we are each hoping to be found by one another."
"I know, it could be taken as an ominous message as much as it could be a good one, but I can't shake the feeling that this might mean something more to me one day." Sylvain looked it over again, before passing it back to Flash to hold. A half smile rose in the corner of his mouth. The smile was more understanding and kind than smug. "What about you Flash? You spend a lot of time with people, you're quite popular now." The lad's words were half teasing half curiosity. "Are you searching for yourself, or someone else?"
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"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
29 Jul 2020, 04:17
Quiet Questions
It seemed that even though Syl had found himself a number of people who he could call friends, he still felt bashful at the utterance of a tasteful compliment. Flash was much the same when it came to flattery, though Syl had enough wits about him to simply say ‘thanks’, which was the proper way to assuage the feelings of embarrassment. It was a good thing he wasn’t one of those types of people who just tried to fight the compliment out of hand… a bit like Flash himself. Even though he was unsure at times, there was some sort of undercurrent of confidence in Syl that was easy to pick out once enough time was spent around him. Well, to Flash at least.
With the book in his hands, Syl instructed Flash on particular passages to look at. Well, particular in that they were the only two things written at all. Something in the front and back, perhaps an abandoned idea or something that was later covered up. A mystery in the library! Flash’s imagination caught along with the idea. Syl said as much himself as far as his theories went, at least not dissimilar enough from Flash’s for him to voice his thoughts. In the end, it didn’t make much difference why or how the book was there when the information it had about its previous owner was nonexistent. They would need some sort of second source, or perhaps a spell that could reveal something hidden behind magical protection.
Respect, Compassion, Stewardship and Initiative. They seemed like virtues, ones that wouldn’t stand out when matched against any collection of community-minded groups. Something for the welfare of humanity, all virtues Flash held himself. On the back, We might think we want to disappear, but instead we are each hoping to be found by one another. An interesting quote, for certain. Whoever wrote it must have brought a ‘society’ together to do good works for others. A noble goal, it wasn’t far off from what Flash was planning to do with his own club, though more for the active betterment of the community than individual mental health maintenance.
Flash was derailed from his rapidly churning thoughts when Syl asked him a question. He noted that Flash was ‘getting popular’, and who he was looking to find. Flash was thrown off a bit, a bit of a fanciful question in the face of a tangible mystery on his hands, but once the words sank in, he was able to put the book down and turn back to his friend. It wouldn’t do well to start ignoring him now that there was something new and interesting to occupy his brain. He had to remember where he was, and why he came there. To see Syl.
”Popular… haha…” Flash sighed, giving Syl a rueful grin. ”I’m not too unlike these Samaritans. I think people need each other to help each other. I think that’s what they mean by ‘finding one another’. Becoming people instead of a person, right? I’m not looking for anyone.”
What was the best way to put it… the question Syl posed wasn’t one that strictly had a right or wrong answer, it was more likely meant to be something that was pondered. That wasn’t how Flash was though, he liked logical solutions. Solvable mysteries.
”What do you think? Would you like to be in a society of Samaritans, going around and making the world a better place?” Though the origins of the book had been guessed at, Syl never actually said what he thought about the idea. Was he that sort of person, one that saw problems around him and wanted to fix them? Or, was he more the type to keep to himself, and hope the world supported him?
@Sylvain Indarys
With the book in his hands, Syl instructed Flash on particular passages to look at. Well, particular in that they were the only two things written at all. Something in the front and back, perhaps an abandoned idea or something that was later covered up. A mystery in the library! Flash’s imagination caught along with the idea. Syl said as much himself as far as his theories went, at least not dissimilar enough from Flash’s for him to voice his thoughts. In the end, it didn’t make much difference why or how the book was there when the information it had about its previous owner was nonexistent. They would need some sort of second source, or perhaps a spell that could reveal something hidden behind magical protection.
Respect, Compassion, Stewardship and Initiative. They seemed like virtues, ones that wouldn’t stand out when matched against any collection of community-minded groups. Something for the welfare of humanity, all virtues Flash held himself. On the back, We might think we want to disappear, but instead we are each hoping to be found by one another. An interesting quote, for certain. Whoever wrote it must have brought a ‘society’ together to do good works for others. A noble goal, it wasn’t far off from what Flash was planning to do with his own club, though more for the active betterment of the community than individual mental health maintenance.
Flash was derailed from his rapidly churning thoughts when Syl asked him a question. He noted that Flash was ‘getting popular’, and who he was looking to find. Flash was thrown off a bit, a bit of a fanciful question in the face of a tangible mystery on his hands, but once the words sank in, he was able to put the book down and turn back to his friend. It wouldn’t do well to start ignoring him now that there was something new and interesting to occupy his brain. He had to remember where he was, and why he came there. To see Syl.
”Popular… haha…” Flash sighed, giving Syl a rueful grin. ”I’m not too unlike these Samaritans. I think people need each other to help each other. I think that’s what they mean by ‘finding one another’. Becoming people instead of a person, right? I’m not looking for anyone.”
What was the best way to put it… the question Syl posed wasn’t one that strictly had a right or wrong answer, it was more likely meant to be something that was pondered. That wasn’t how Flash was though, he liked logical solutions. Solvable mysteries.
”What do you think? Would you like to be in a society of Samaritans, going around and making the world a better place?” Though the origins of the book had been guessed at, Syl never actually said what he thought about the idea. Was he that sort of person, one that saw problems around him and wanted to fix them? Or, was he more the type to keep to himself, and hope the world supported him?
@Sylvain Indarys
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15