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Post by Yuno on Sept 24, 2013 4:03:11 GMT
Kanzaki appeared at the gate, her sword in prominent view, just another set of posturing. "Well, at least I don't have to stand here in the rain." She pushed the gate open to the faceless ones, "You may enter, but should you draw weapons here the wrath of God will be the least of your problems." Her tone was cool, a promise implicit in her words. She waited for them to enter before leading them into what looked like a very beautiful altar room. There was plenty of room to sit.
Kanzaki motioned for them to make themselves comfortable, "I will wait with you. The Archbishop is attending to other matters right now. However, she has impowered me to hear what it is your lady has sent you to say."
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Stiyl disappeared from the premise walking quickly towards the hospital wing. The genderless figure took Nyanko and moved after him. Nyanko had gotten worse since the rage induced power usage. She lay back in a feverish state her eye leaking out more saline.
Laura Staurt led Shikaku, Garasu, and Will through the back part of the church. They passed many closed doors until finally they reached a kitchend area. A bustling nun came over, "Sister May, these are my guests. Please prepare them tea, and if you could have Sister Elise show them to a place they could bathe and change that would be wonderful." The nun smiled curtsying, "Of course Archbishop." Sister May turned smiling at them and waving them into the warm kitchen.
Laura moved to leave them and smiled at them each in turn, "I'm sorry to rush off so, but I must see to your friends. If you need anything, Sister May can help you." She grinned at Garasu, "Don't look so stricken. If the worst thing that happens in your life is meeting someone in your pajamas then you'll have a good life." She laughed merrily before moving from the room. Sister May brought forward a younger looking sister, "This is Sister Elise. She'll find you some clothes and a bathe. Tea will be ready in a bit."
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Laura appeared next to several of the sisters who had stripped away the hospital garb from Sverre and cleaned him. "Lady. He's coming apart at the seams. Somebody pulled out a thread." Laura nodded at this, "Yes. I can see it. Like a gaping wound. Well no time to waste. He's been cleansed." The sisters nodded. Laura moved to sit beside Sverre as the other sister's joined hands chanting out a prayer. Laura sat in the middle clasping Sverre's hands as she joined the prayer in a low, sweeter register.
Light appeared from each of them in a soft, yellow glow centering in on Laura, who glowed a rich pure milk color. "Sverre. Sverre. Please come back to us. You're meant to be with the rest of your soul. Please Lord, deliver back that which you took." The light faded with a snap as Laura stepped back from him. "The rest is his to do." She said sweeping from the room towards Nyanko's.
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Post by t⊗theark on Sept 24, 2013 11:31:07 GMT
One of the faceless smirked arrogantly at Kankazi's threat but comfort came that she knew who they were. They didn't sit, they stood their in their menacingly uncompromising rigidity after moving with such sharp grace like falling shards of glass. The witch was at the lead looked at her
"Thankyou for your hospitality," she cooed smooth as ice, "Have her hear this: the blood line of Opplysning has been attacked, the Great Library of Light's defenses lay bare. What ever caused so much magic to be drawn from us so quickly is yet unknown. A malevolence has taken advantage of this falter and whatever has attacked us has left us too weak to attend our duties to keep humanity's progress safe from the likes of you. We think it important that you know, knowing you don't possess that knowledge and that you don't usually kill us on sight." the woman's cold, sharp beauty held a mask to the shame of going to these blinded fools for help. One of the other faceless spoke up,
"We're also here for the status of Sverre Pal Bjorn. It appears the closer the blood tie with the matron that greater the impact. Being an Esper with magical blood, we could not predict how he was effected."
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Post by Edzilla on Sept 24, 2013 21:58:43 GMT
Trying his hardest to keep a guise over his instability, Will let them talk, giving nothing more than slight gestures and responsive looks. He noticed that Shikaku seemed to keep the most level headed. If he could parallel her, he could at least give the illusion of clarity.
"It's not particularly simple, the trap was the same, now we pay the same price." He glanced briefly at Garasu before looking back to Shikaku.
"I just need to know that Nyanko and Sverre are ok, is that alright?" The question provides more drama than he intended. "Because after all of this, I can't let then get hurt again..." His voiced trailed, and he too seemed somewhat uncomfortable as he stared somewhere between the two.
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Still bewildered at teleportation process, Will was attempting to exchange pleasantries with those met, although they were slow, quiet and often hard to phrase.
The idea of a bath was only slightly less attractive than tea. Prior to his coma, he wasn't exactly taking care of himself, and it suddenly occurred how much he needed to wash. Tea on the other hand, presented something else he hadn't truly had in days, now it was something slight to brighten up things.
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Post by Yuno on Sept 27, 2013 3:14:33 GMT
Kanzaki folded her arms, her face impassive, it was a sad state of affairs to say that while her heart lay with Necessarius, her emotion and exterior left her much closer to the witches than she would ever admit. But slowly, a smirk rose up on her features, it wasn't big, but it was obvious enough to be more than a slip.
"Off the record of speaking for the Archbishop, your mistress has a lot of nerve to send you here like this." She unfolded her arms, "You come here with your petty rods, a show of force you cannot back up, even if you hadn't just suffered an attack on your bloodline, and you come to ask for Necessarius to defend you from the Catholic Church while in the same sentence showing us no respect and offering only insult."
Kanzaki turned to look at the cross which dominated the room before turning back towards her, "And the whole time you stand in our great church, your thoughts are filled with nothing but shame, not at your way of treating us, but at the fact you must ask blind fools to be your last bastion against an enemy that shows as little mercy as you yourself do." Kanzaki's smirk was edgy and showed how this gauled her. "Instead of coming with your heads low, asking for us to justify you, you come only because you think we're too blind to refuse your call for help. Personally, I feel you and the Catholic Church deserve each other. You're both fanatical, full of pride, and you've been due to fall for a very long time. And I would only pray that the boom you both make is great enough to cripple you both for generations."
She turned back towards them, "That is what I feel. And have no doubt, I am not the only one." Her face was stern, "And you only make this better, when I consider the fact that the Mistress of your order's son is sitting in our hospital being healed by our leader. You cannot even appreciate misguided fools when they are lifting you up from the ground." Kanzaki chuckled, "And we are the blind ones. We are the ones so devoted to a cause that we cannot see how foolish we truly are."
Kanzaki suddenly sighed, "I temper my feelings with morals and thoughts, and they tell me that even though you do not deserve our help, and even though helping you will set back our own goals, we will answer. But the Archbishop will make the final decision."
"Indeed I shall. Thank you Kanzaki. Please go and help Stiyl see to our guests." Archbishop Laura moved forward from one of the doors her long blond hair swishing against her legs as she walked forward, still dressed simply in a pink dress. She smiled at the witches gathered as Kanzaki passed her. She came forward already aware that they would not bow.
She didn't say anything by way of greeting, just moved to sit in the chair provided by Kanzaki. Her hands folded properly over her lap she finally addressed them, "Well. To answer your questions, the boy known as Sverre Pal Bjorn is fine. He is resting off a rather nasty zap from the one called Haru. While I'm uncertain if his magical abilities will return, I can say that the part of his soul that is magic is healed." She smiled brightly before continuing, "His keeper, Nyanko, has been healed of most of her wounds, excluding the damage to her eye. Apparently, that is not to be fixed by our means. She is sleeping off the same thing."
She grinned at them all, "As for your problems with defending what is your's, this is perhaps the part where you make it clear what is in it for Necessarius if we come forward to defend you from the Catholics." When no one moved to answer she lifted her hand in a commanding fashion, "Any one of you may answer that, I'm sure Kanzaki would like me to say that you must try not to choke on your hubris while answering."
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The younger sisters bustled the three of them from the kitchen through several beautiful stone hallways detailed with lovely art, and finally brought them into a bathing area. It was sectioned off by gender, and she moved to some closets pulling out towels for them. "By the time you finish bathing, I'll have found you each some clothes. I hope you don't mind habits and robes, we haven't much else." She smiled brightly before disappearing to leave the three youths together.
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Post by t⊗theark on Sept 27, 2013 8:45:13 GMT
The witches ignored Kanzaki for the most part, well whatever scorning they copped they didn't seem to deem it worthy of their attention - they would not show her so much respect as to actually give her any recognition of authority, even if it was the small ammount of authority of criticism. However, as the archbishop made her entrance, the silent glass mannequins they bowed in accordance to ancient protocol. All of them, on one knee with head bowed - not in a sign of humility or respect but recognition and greeting.
Thee lead of the 3 stood once the Archbishop had finished speaking, her look was something of predatory coldness like the shine of obsidian, the black reflection's only flaw was the distortion of a hint of cockiness.
"With due respect, we are not so slow to respond to come to you know for help against our struggle against the Catholics, even in our weakened state we would not have come to you for that annoyance. No, they are already at the Library now it is revealed. They are battle what resides there now perhaps, but it is not us. We abandoned it, we had to and the Catholics will soon do so as well." she paused to gauge the woman's reaction.
"Some darkness has taken the beacon of knowledge. We have made precautions and back ups, and perhaps it would be nice if the Catholics had a hope in hell, they would destroy humanity's collective heritage like the ignorant scared children they are. But they won't, they're probably on the back foot as we speak. Whatever malignancy has hold of the library won't yeld to them. It is an enemy we do not know, do you want it to have acess to all we have?" The faceless one was begining to look unsure, but Necessarius sort to contain magical knowledge, they would not turn this abandon this plea.
Throughout the rooms and halls of Necessarius' hospital, echoed a faint song;
"Solen er så rød, mor, og skoven bli'r så sort..."
The song reverberated not only through the building but in the minds of those who could hear.
"...nu er solen død, mor, og dagen gået bort....."
It was a lullaby that rode on a mournful yet hopeful melody....
"...Ræven går derude, mor, vi låser vores gang..."
....and in her bed, Nyanko could swear she recognized the song even though she had know idea what the language was.
"....Kom, sæt dig ved min side, mor, og syng en lille sang. "
-Sverre was waking.
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Post by Yuno on Sept 27, 2013 16:55:57 GMT
The Archbishop smiled at them, it was a cool smile, perhaps more part of her than her feelings towards them, " A creature of darkness being spawned in the bright light of knowledge...how delightfully ironic." She stood up making it clear the meeting was coming to a close, "Necessarius will investigate this claim, have no doubt. But in return, your Matron shall have tea with me at her convience. And in return, when we drive away the darkness from your place of worship, we will temper our desire to destroy everything in sight." The doors of the church behind them opened as did the gate which they'd come through, it was raining outside, "That is all."
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Nyanko shifted in her bed her eyes flickering as the melody sounded. She'd heard it, she knew that. It bothered her enough to begin making her wake up, where had she heard it, and then she remembered, the last time they'd truly had fun together, he'd sung this for her. She sat up reaching out for Sverre's mind. "Sverre-chan, are you awake?"
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Post by t⊗theark on Sept 28, 2013 1:11:20 GMT
Ellen looked up at Kolbe from her hospital bed with heavy pants of discomfort waning
"...come now Ellen, it's my best advise."
"I said no Kolbe. I will stay in Japan. My husband will deaal with my disruption in Norway."
"Would you not rather be in a Norwegian hospital where the staff can't speak your tongue go you're shackled to this bloody, no offence Eda-" his focus switched momentarily
"None taken" the faceless one reassured
"-Look, come with me Ellen!"
"Kolbe, I promised I would be with my son more, I have a research grant being processed here, I have business that has to be resolved HERE! Go on, eneough people in this city speak English as well as I do for me to function. Go."
When Kolbe left, Eda continued with the spell to regerate her. Drom under the blankets, Ellen got out a crystal ball. With her witch-sight so hampered, she was reliant on clairvoyance to keep track on what her ambassadors were doing. She heard the invitation and whatever blackened bad blood was between Necessarius and Opplysning, Ellen and the Arch bishop were far from strangers, not even that unfriendly terms realy.
"Let's get dressed Eda, we shouldn't want to disappoint them now."
"You're weak mistress."
"We all are"
The witches looked a little stunned. The hauty strength they put seemed to be the true personality of Ellen and could never imagine her being brought down to that level withing a magical context.
"T-tea ma'am?" the lead faceless said and the others rose with expressions of disbelief only to be greeted by a reassuring nod.
"I'll, uh, try to contact her, hold on." A 9 pointed star hovered before her, but now nswer came back. "Forgive this, she's not in the best condition, let me try again." She summoned the communication runes again but nothing again. She tried several more times until an echoing voice burst through from a portal of light. the sigil of Opplisning seemed to corrupt the holy ground like oil on spring water as the portal opened.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" could here an authoritative voice. There was Eda in the witch's lether armour pushing a wheel chair with a very odd sight. Ellen sat up proud and strong but the signs of fatigue was clear. She wore her macabre ritualistic dress depicting dichotomies of life and death, more for ancient protocol than any real spell, for it was clear the agical being would not be able to do that for a long time yet. She looked up at the archbishop, her authority that struck fear and respect dissolved into the look you give an old friend.
"Thankyou again for helping my son, consider all favours repaid. It's been too long." she smiled to her handmaiden's surprize in the light of the closing portal.
"Nyanko? Where am I? Where are you? Something's wrong, something's missing. I can't rationally deduce it, it's just a feeling, but this impulse is difficult to ignore. I'm incomplete somehow." Sverre's panicked thoughts channeled.
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Post by Kyoretsuna/Senmei on Sept 28, 2013 18:03:00 GMT
Garasu’s eyes softened slightly and she gave Will an appraising look. “Yeah I think I get what you mean…” She appeared to give it some more thought. Finally, she stepped forwards rapidly in a slightly aggressive manner, placing her face inches from his apparently she was attempting to be intimidating, though this was partially nullified by the fact that she was considerably shorter then him. At first she stood like that glaring at him then she gave a slight smile. “Hopefully this trip won’t turn into anything dangerous, but if it does stay around me, ok? I don’t want you getting hurt because I brought you along got it!?”
Shikaku and Garasu smiled gratefully to the three sisters guiding them, and proceeded into the female portion of the bathing area after giving their thanks. The two stripped and sank into to heated water with a unified sigh of contentment.
Shikaku moved over to languish against the side of the bathing area and smiled at Garasu. “You know, this is nice.” Garasu nodded. “Yeah, it’s been awhile since we got to relax like this, things have been so crazy lately.” Shikaku smiled “Yeah… I’m still worried about Sverre-kun though” Garasu’s head sank slightly lower into the water and her eyes dropped as she muttered “Yeah me to…” She looked up to find Shikaku staring at her with a bright smile and blushed. “w-what!?”
Shikaku smiled even wider. “I knew it! There WAS something different between you two when you both came back!” Garasu looked away with an annoyed and stubborn look on her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” *SPLASH* “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” Garasu sputtered as she rounded on Shikaku who was still standing in the water with a mischievous grin splaying her features. “For being an unbelievably stubborn Baka, Garasu-chan.”
Even on the other side of the bathing area’s divide the sound of splashing and laughter was fully audible.
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Post by Edzilla on Sept 29, 2013 9:46:02 GMT
"Don't worry about me, even if something did go wrong, my health's burden doesn't lie on you.... or anyone else for that matter." He stared round briefly, feeling responsible for everything and everyone around seemed to be a recurring theme, one which needed remedy if things were to deteriorate so rapidly. Oddly enough, people would rather free themselves from said responsibility, than actually take real steps to protect those dear.
"I assume you've known Nyanko and Sverre for some time now then?" he cautiously asked, looking for some kind of positive recognition. "What's making you chase them round as I do?" The question was quite pointless, it wasn't hard to know that the pair felt something similar to himself.
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Will had never really been accustomed to public bathing, even after his years in Japan, so at the mention of such things his heart sank. He looked pleadingly to the sisters, asking with subdued desperation. "Is there a shower anywhere?" A collective head shake was enough to crush this, as the three wandered off.
He stared at the door to the male side, sighing as the necessity to enter became evident. He trudged in with his head hung low, but was somewhat glad to find the whole room to be empty. Although not quite at ease, he hung his clothes, and sunk into the water. It was good to get clean, but he could never quite unwind.
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Post by t⊗theark on Sept 30, 2013 1:53:27 GMT
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Post by Yuno on Sept 30, 2013 3:39:27 GMT
Laura Stuart smiled a genuine smile at Ellen and moved forward to plant a kiss on the other woman's cheek and hug her warmly, " It has indeed been too long. Come, I'll have one of the Nuns whip us up a lovely tea. We can take it in the south wing overlooking the gardens." It was strange, for the moment Laura had kissed her on the cheek, the weary feeling had left her and though she could still feel the pain of the attack, it seemed far away. And Laura helped her to stand and she turned looking at the gathered witches, "Necessarius will take her back when we've had tea. You are free to leave."
She led Ellen from the room walking arm in arm with her, "You have a very impish son. I hadn't realized he'd gotten so big." She laughed at this, "Well. How have you been other than this sudden attack? And what do you know of the attack. We know the Catholics are currently at the library, and that is all our spies have reported, they are missing."
She brought Ellen out to a lovely covered porch that over-looked the famous gardens of the Archbishop's home. She motioned for Ellen to sit as Stiyl appeared pushing a cart laden with tea and other nice foods. He moved about serving the two women before he stood back in the corner.
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Nyanko felt his panic and stood up from her bed wandering towards the feeling until she'd stepped through a door to his room. The moment she saw him, she burst with a sunny smile and came forward to sit on the edge of his bed, "Calm down. I don't really know what happened. But they said your magic is gone. I'm sure that the Archbishop can explain." She fumbled around and finally pulled from the pocket of her bag his beanie. She held it out to him with a bright smile.
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The nuns chuckled to themselves at the sounds of the girls as they lay out changes of clothes for each of the children. It was simple clothing, scraped together from the donations, but it would keep them warm, and included rain jackets.
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Post by t⊗theark on Sept 30, 2013 4:42:10 GMT
Ellen nodded to the perplexed looking witches,
"Our goals may work against eachother, but not all of us are enemies. If they would have killed me, they would have done it by now. Go." and in a cloud of doves did the witches depart leaving only Eda, who was the last to leave as an unkindness of ravens. Although still strong in presence as the matron of such an organisation was, she reflected its current weakness and teetering on downfall, barely keeping upright.
"Yes, I am very proud of him, we never thought he would get this far. Less and less does his neurological disposition feel like a disability with each passing day. I wish only he not punidhed for the mistakes of others." She gave Laura a weary grin, her pride barely stong enough to admit many of those mistakes her own. "As for the attack, we're yet to determine what exactly happened. You understand the reason for the matrilineal nature of our Order, the nature of our blood line. It's very essence was attacked somehow, draining it of what keeps it alive - what keeps us alive," she paused to clear her throat, "we're not sure what now occupies the library, yet alone its link to what what happened. Perhaps it was coordinated, perhaps it was opportunistic."
Ellen thanked them for the tea before making a cautious sip,
"You know the nature of out bloodline," she repeated, "it was never suppose to flow through the veins of a male, nor raw magic intermingle with that of Esper kind." It was clear where she was turning this subject.
"Perhaps unhampered by that magical influence, he will be better off."
Sverre, with his horrible expression of emotions, only widened his eyes with relief and excitement when he saw Nyanko, the panic slewing like the dead of topsoil to summer's first rain. He took his beanie and placed it on his head before giving Nyanko a hug. he broke from it abruptly changing tone with blood on snow's contrast, looking at her with a frown,
"What do you mean my magic is gone? Magic is just a process, science sill clouded in mysticism, it isn't like come component of life is it? There's no such thing as a soul .... is there?" his materialistic world view was breached by the most mortal fear.
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Post by Kyoretsuna/Senmei on Oct 1, 2013 2:44:29 GMT
Garasu didn’t appear satisfied by Will’s response, but she didn’t say anything more on the topic. Silently she made up her mind to keep him close by whether he liked it or not.
Garasu puffed out her chest and took on a professorial manner, speaking with her eyes closed and her index finger raised in the air. “Firstly because I owe Nyanko for saving Shikaku-chan’s life, and secondly for even more recently rescuing me from that coma.” Shikaku nodded approval as Garasu continued. “As with regards to Sverre-kun… He’s an unbelievably stubborn baka who doesn’t know up from down.” Behind Garasu Shikaku pressed her palm against her face with a faint smile spreading her lips as Garasu continued “I don’t want him to get himself hurt… If only for Nyanko-san’s sake.” Garasu stated the last part in a hurried manner, almost as if a denial.
Shikaku shrugged at Will from behind Garasu and spoke out with a smile. “Both Nyanko-san and Sverre-kun are friends, and I want to be there for them. We should probably get going.”
Garasu nodded and held out a hand to Will “If you’re ready I am, I guess I don’t need to tell you this will feel a little bit weird considering you’ve done it before... but this will be a little bit more… Abrupt than last time because I’m not using an in between step, Ok?”
Garasu and Shikaku finally tired of the play and returned to relaxing at the side of the water as they dried. After a short time of silence Shikaku sighed. “It really is nice. I didn’t quite come to terms with it until now… H-… How much I missed things like this… being able to just be with you, or Nyanko, or any of the others… I think I’d forgotten what it was like… It’s been so crazy I haven’t really had a chance to realize just how amazing it is to be back… Things like this… It almost feels like some sort of dream I keep waking up each day expecting to be on the other side of some glass pane… to see everything shimmering again… But then somebody looks right at me. If it’s a dream… it’s a good one.” She looked over to see Garasu staring angrily at her feet. “Garasu-chan what’s wrong?”
Garasu blinked and met Shikaku’s eyes for a moment before looking back to her feet with the same expression. “I’m sorry Shikaku-chan… All this time you had to lose… If I had just become stronger sooner… “ Shikaku laughed slightly and gave Garasu a fond smile while placing a hand on her shoulder. “Even you can’t possibly be that thickheaded to blame yourself for something like that Garasu-chan! You didn’t do anything to me. You saved me, and you payed to do it! Nobody could ask more of you…” Garasu’s expression remained unchanged. “I could have saved you sooner… If I had known I had the ability to bring you back I could have trained harder… you wouldn’t have had to spend so long…” Shikaku cut her off. “You had no way to know, what matters is that you did save me.” She placed a hand lightly on Garasu’s shoulder. “You were always there for me, and you did save me. Yes perhaps there were mistakes made along the path… but we’re here now Garasu-chan. What matters is that you DID save me.” Garasu looked up and gave a weak smile. “Cheer up Garasu-chan, you worry yourself more then you have a right to” Garasu relaxed again and her smile became less forced.
The two toweled off and dressed themselves in the clothing provided.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 2, 2013 2:27:30 GMT
Sister Elise met them smiling brightly, "I think Mister is taking more time, poor lad looked rather tired." She smiled broadly, "Well. The tea is ready. And I've been informed that the Archbishop is taking tea with an old friend. But still, we'll get you three all stuffed with London's finest so that you don't look so under the weather. That and a good night's rest you'll be ready for anything." She smiled ushering them back to the kitchen which was warm from a beautiful fireplace and smelled of english tea, and piles of good looking food. Sandwiches, sweets, cookies, and fruit were all piled on lovely china.
"Take your seats, help yourself. Don't worry about anything, we can always get more china." She bustled off for the kitchen clearly happy to have visitors.
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Nyanko looked at him strangely, "Of course you do. I mean that's the stupidest thing you've ever said. And technically you're my upperclassmen. I mean what do you think I interact with...scientific theory?" She laughed patting his head, "Of course not. It's the mind, the soul, the things that make us us. And I guess if magic exists, it must be like our memories, or our ways, something unique to us." She smiled brightly at him, "Don't look so stricken. Not everything in this world is science...like...like take me and you. Science can't explain us."
She hugged him, "You're weird. I'm weird. And honestly, we're both shy, so there's no way we would have spoken out of turn. But by a delightful spark of fate, it was my job to show you around, and the rest is history. But I mean, the universe obviously intended us to meet. Otherwise how can you explain such polar people together?" She smiled, "And whatever that is, might as well be magic, it's the indescribable it."
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Laura smiled at her sipping tea as Ellen spoke, "Well. I suppose, that assumes that others are making mistakes, and not just carrying out predeterminism at its best." She leaned forward passionately at this thought, "I heard about what happened with the science experminent, your son, and his bodyguard. I mean I suppose that can be seen as a mistake, but it brought you to him, and I'm sure it made those two close. So while it was surely a human error, it was a divine blessing." She sat back knowing that it wasn't likely Ellen would let this stand.
"Well, our plans are to send the Magical Index and the one known as Haru to your library, along with Kanzaki and another of my people. If you like, we would happily take along anyone else you would like. Although I suspect the girl child with mirrors would be of the most use for dismissing whatever this force is."
She nodded quietly, "Yes...the espers are not meant to have magical power. And it very well may have hurt him to continue having it. Especially if he is your son."
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Post by t⊗theark on Oct 2, 2013 8:07:40 GMT
He appreciated Nyanko's attempts but Sverre's feelings were not quenched. He felt something was missing, something intrinsic yet beyond what modern neurology could account for. There was a hole in him that he could feel like the itch of an amputee's phantom limb, pain of a cold dark vacuum. He kept hugging her, yearning for something to comfort him, the implications leading him now far from the security of a material and nihilistic stillborn universe he understood so well. He just wanted one of the nuns that were walking by his room to tell him that nothing was wrong, that he was physioligically alright, that these feelings were just more of the irrational, emotional impulses that he ignored in-place for his cold, hard reason. He espied a crucifix over Nyanko's shoulder hanging solitary 'pon a wall finding sans salvation.
Ellen, sharing her son's cold worldview, saw only determinism as the fact that people were but will-less chemical reactions following laws predestined by past conditions as any falling domino would, Larua didn't forget this in the slightest; Ellen saw no difference between the mysticism of magic and the methodology of science - knowledge was a resource and an educated populace would always endure.
"That city is corrupt to the core and what happened to Sverre and that girl was inexcusable, unnecessary harm caused for limited benefit." She took another sip, "There was no denying that there were outcomes that could be made the best of but even if it were the case that something greater existed beyond, is such divinity so impotent that it could not carry out plans without putting a girl in a coma?"
"I simply fear for their safety. Some of the sisters have recovered to a competent strength and although we are far yet from a fighting force we can deal with a league of those so-called battle priests." she said, reviling a Catholics with age old spite. "I don't want any of you getting hurt, you know at their worst they teeter on the limits of genocide." Opplysning collectively cited their history, the choking smoke of innocent witches burning tared the lungs of mourning spite. The witched have even saved those who would revile them from such forces, like when the mystics of Sufi Islam was persecuted by Sunni Muslims during the gunpowder age, or the countless slaughters that occurred under Catholics kings taking Protestant lands, Including right here in England. History's pages would attest that the Order of Opplysning would have protected the saplings of Necessarius as much as work against them.
Ellen was a scientist foremost, she tested the theories and hypotheses of magic as well as that of life and its physiology, but she had been too long in the business to not have the superstition in her mind, the seed of doubt that the mind was more than than the processes of the brain - her feelings often nudged at what she knew. She had to have faith that Laura knew what she was doing, she refused the possibility that her son could be soulless. There was no evidence that there was a soul, the idea of the soulless was a very old story.
"I - I know he's still asleep, but can I see him? Just to see how he is."
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