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abraxaslogs2021-06-13 02:54 am
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Open Log
Who: Jon Sims and YOU
Where: A few places in Thorne Castle
When: Before the Festival
What: Getting Acquaint (Let me know if you want to continue a TDM thread, and we can link it here and go on)
Warnings: N/A, will probably add.
Room 7
The first day, Jon just can't let himself just stop moving. He's already done everything he can to try to get the apprentices to give him more information, and they just keep assuring him that he'll know everything he needs to when he needs to. Which he interprets as; when they want him to. But they've also promised his powers will return, whether he wants them to or not, so there's that.
A bunk in a shared dorm doesn't shout 'honored guest' to him. He spends a few minutes stripping his bed, checking it minutely, and then making it again, using the activity of his hands to try to still his thoughts a little. To try not to worry about Martin. And the statement he can only hope he left entirely behind. When he's done that, he takes a moment, leaning on the bedpost to stare out the window beside it.
It's unsettlingly soothing, how little he can see from here.
Upstairs
Jon would have found the library even without it having been on that first rapid tour. He doesn't even intend to find himself there until he's there, looking down the rows of shelves. He prides himself on his research skills, but here he doesn't bother to look for something specific. Instead, he walks down one aisle at random, then another, keeping his hands folded behind his back until the distant, nagging feeling in the back of the head selects one volume, then another, then another.
He does check the flyleafs carefully, however.
In the study hall, he steers wide of those trying to learn to summon flames – Jon's not having anything to do with that, and the observant can guess why – one hand is already so scarred by burns that it doesn't move fluidly. And maybe that's why he's pulled to the young mage demonstrating a spell that heals small wounds.
Downstairs
He follows the dark stairs and rumors down with some anxiety, but it's no Panopticon down here. Only too-cramped cells, and conditions that would seem unrealistic in a movie. He eyes the guards, but doesn't like what he sees, and so keeps his distance as he moves along the cells. He's looking for someone in particular, but he won't find him. Instead, when the guards are out of earshot, he pauses.
“Do you know if there are more prisoners? Anywhere else?”
Where: A few places in Thorne Castle
When: Before the Festival
What: Getting Acquaint (Let me know if you want to continue a TDM thread, and we can link it here and go on)
Warnings: N/A, will probably add.
Room 7
The first day, Jon just can't let himself just stop moving. He's already done everything he can to try to get the apprentices to give him more information, and they just keep assuring him that he'll know everything he needs to when he needs to. Which he interprets as; when they want him to. But they've also promised his powers will return, whether he wants them to or not, so there's that.
A bunk in a shared dorm doesn't shout 'honored guest' to him. He spends a few minutes stripping his bed, checking it minutely, and then making it again, using the activity of his hands to try to still his thoughts a little. To try not to worry about Martin. And the statement he can only hope he left entirely behind. When he's done that, he takes a moment, leaning on the bedpost to stare out the window beside it.
It's unsettlingly soothing, how little he can see from here.
Upstairs
Jon would have found the library even without it having been on that first rapid tour. He doesn't even intend to find himself there until he's there, looking down the rows of shelves. He prides himself on his research skills, but here he doesn't bother to look for something specific. Instead, he walks down one aisle at random, then another, keeping his hands folded behind his back until the distant, nagging feeling in the back of the head selects one volume, then another, then another.
He does check the flyleafs carefully, however.
In the study hall, he steers wide of those trying to learn to summon flames – Jon's not having anything to do with that, and the observant can guess why – one hand is already so scarred by burns that it doesn't move fluidly. And maybe that's why he's pulled to the young mage demonstrating a spell that heals small wounds.
Downstairs
He follows the dark stairs and rumors down with some anxiety, but it's no Panopticon down here. Only too-cramped cells, and conditions that would seem unrealistic in a movie. He eyes the guards, but doesn't like what he sees, and so keeps his distance as he moves along the cells. He's looking for someone in particular, but he won't find him. Instead, when the guards are out of earshot, he pauses.
“Do you know if there are more prisoners? Anywhere else?”
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Though considering that they seemed to be guests in this castle it likely was more than the mage. Unless he had something over the others.
"And how many people know those reasons."
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Because everything was a yet to Zelda. Where there was knowledge there was the ability to find it.
"He may also not be the most powerful mage here."
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"I'm Jon, by the way. Jonathan Sims."
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With a nod that seemed to embody a curtsy all on its own.
"There's also caution to be had with these books. We may find histories but likely anything more recent, anything relating to what we truly wish to know would either not be written or would be held elsewhere."
Based on what the Library did anyway.
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And since they'd already been reaching for the same book there was already that common link.
"I'd like to know more about the history of this world, the people in it, not simply the castle where we are but everywhere."
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"No, that's a good idea. I'm - I will be much more useful as a researcher in a few days, if I've understood right. Right now, I'm only following hunches."
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"No doubt the more time we spend here the more time we'll know and the more theories that we'll have."
Totally pretending that the better research is just because of human things and not magic.
"And more people may speak to us."
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And though Zelda hadn't yet thought too much ahead, mind focused on the research, it did make sense. They were throwing a festival, why not give them all the information at the same time.
"Though something public could easily still hide information."
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It would be interesting to know, whether they lied solely to them, whether they lied to their people as well or whether there was an element of truth in it.
"It would be nice as well to be able to speak to them again, now that we're all here. Though they may not let that be possible."
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"Though that lie could come from one person rather than all in charge. There are more internal politics that we're unaware of than simply what we're told."
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Or through other supernatural means, though magic is her default go-to given her world and what she can do.
"A world like this, a world with magic is one that I'm familiar with. Though there are many such worlds that exist."
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In curiosity but also to know what he'd prefer. Magic is hers but what is this thing of his?
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"It doesn't have a name? Any name?"
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Is it really wise to mention them, here? He hesitates, having been about to name the Spider, and shakes his head apologetically. "Actually, no, I'm sorry. I don't think I should be speaking about them."
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She's not trying to press just wanting a slight clarification, a knowledge of what it is he doesn't want to talk about to avoid that topic.
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"Whatever they might be."