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 Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 7:08 am
"Six hundred and two... six hundred and three..." Philemon was mumbling to himself, a grimace of intense focus on his face, as he meticulously counted the bookshelves he was passing in the deepest section of the library trying to pinpoint the one that held the book he was interested in. The librarian was currently unavailable, helping another patron with something and so she had simply dismissed him telling him where to look if he didn't feel like waiting. "Six hundred and four, ah, here we are. Hmmm..." his voice was ever quiet, not to disturb anyone who might be trying to research in peace and quiet -it was a library after all- however, at the same time he rather doubted that there was anyone that had any interest in that section. In the end he decided that he couldn't be bothered and so he quietly let it slide, looking through the rows of old, dusty tomes for the one for him. When he finally spotted the book he was looking for he was disheartened to find out that it was climbed up in such a high place, far above his reach. Trying to climb up there could prove quite the ordeal, therefore, Phil glanced around in search of whatever that could make his endeavor a little less... daring. A quick sweeping of the area with his gaze revealed a ladder that was used specifically for the reason of getting to those higher shelves lying around. "I've got you now." Phil mumbled to himself, smirking in self satisfaction as he pulled the ladder over and started climbing.
Finally, he thought as he reached one hand out to trace the elaborately decorated back of the book. To think that such a little treasure was residing in their local library in the Academy and not some collection was absurd yet there it was. "The complete alchemical guide to healing potions." he spoke as he traced the silvery letters with what seemed to be almost adoration. He pulled it out carefully and found himself coughing at the small cloud of dust that his action gave rise to. Just how long had it been there? Phil couldn't help but wonder. Trying to control his cough he practically slid down the ladder -paying additional attention so he wouldn't fall, because falling from that height would mean breaking at least a bone or so which would mean he'd have to hold back on reading his finding.
Making his way to the nearest reading surface he eagerly placed the tome down and got to quickly cleaning it so he would read it a little more easily -without coughing half the time he'd try-. It had been fate, Phil was sure, that their teacher had mentioned that the rare tome was probably in the possession of the library. There would be absolutely no way he wouldn't try to get his hands on it after that, that much was true. He just couldn't sit still; what with the bright luster of new knowledge shining so alluringly directly in front of him?
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:10 am
 "Let's see... I've found this one. Check. This one's there too. Check. Hm..." Lilith had come into the library after her witch exam and started to do research on bloodstones as well as healing. It was bright and early when the librarian had greeted her and opened the doors. It was the librarian who gave Lilith a list of books, any that contained bloodstones or stones in general as well as anything to do with healing.
She was pushing a library cart around; the librarian lent it to her knowing that Lilith was going to be there all day as well as her needing something to carry around books. Lilith looked down at her fourteen books and smiled with excitement with the chance to read all of them.
Looking back down at her list, Lilith noticed that she only had one more book to find until she'd sit down and start reading for the day. Her eyebrows went funny as she read the title. "Do I really need a book about potions?" She raised her hand and concentrated as a little white sparkle came out of her hands; it definitely wasn't a potion type thing. She looked around and noticed that she was near the aisle where the book was, so decided to search.
As she came up on aisle 604. An odd tingling sensation went through her, excited for... something. There was already a ladder sitting near where the book should be, but when she climbed up and looked, the only thing that was left there was an imprint, created by where a book had the dust instead of the shelf. "Now where could that book be...". Even if she didn't really need the book, Lilith felt like she did need it. If the imprint was still there, that meant that it was just recently taken. Glancing at the surrounding tables, she saw the book and immediately went over to it.
Without even looking at who was reading the book, Lilith's body was over the table, one hand holding her up while the other had a finger pointing at the book. "I need that book... please!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:51 am
Philemon was about to flip the cover open and start reading, notebook already on hand because he didn't feel like going over to check the book out to take and read at home -and who knew if there were any more students that would have thought of taking a glance at it? He would feel terrible if there was someone who'd want to study it and he was hoarding it all to himself. He wondered about what secret wonders the book may be hiding; after all Alchemy was a rather old trade, one that witches had used for ages. Phil's expertise wasn't potions, however, it wasn't alchemy either -although he kept a cauldron in the attic of his home for both purposes- all he was interested in learning was how to heal others, help alleviate the pain of their existence ever slightly, and if it would come to it he wouldn't really mind if he came across a way to help even the Majin.
Without realizing it he had sat there, quietly staring at the book without doing anything, thoughts going about their merry rounds in his head. It felt strange, just a little, maybe. He pondered about it a little more then pushed it at the back of his mind regaining his bright disposition from before and this time would really flip the cover open when a hand was extended, a finger was pointed and a voice simple stated that its owner needed the book. No question, no greeting, nothing.
"Eh..." Philemon blinked lifting his eyes to look at the young witch dressed in red, while fixing his glasses up his nose by the push of one hand. The gentlemanly thing to do was, obviously, to give the book to the lady and come back for it later but his fingers were getting itchy and he really wanted to study it too but keeping it to himself would also be a wrong thing to do. He blinked slowly, moving the hand with which he fixed the glasses back, to scratch at the back of his neck while he gave a small awkward laughter.
"Hmm..." he assessed the situation and decided. Being honest was the best route to take. "Well, miss, I would gladly hand it over to you, but you see, I'd really like to read it as well and it's one of a kind." he shrugged a little, placing both hands on the table and smiling brightly. "I know it may inconvenience you a little but would you mind terribly if we shared? That way we can both benefit at the same time." he tilted his head slightly to one side and nodded as if to underline his words. "If you want, of course." he added, just to be courteous. "My name's Philemon, by the way, I'm a freshman." he introduced himself then stopped to wonder if the new witchlings attending the Academy were really referred to as freshmen or something else considering there was no actual span of time to be covered in order to graduate. When it was time you simply... did.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:50 pm
Lilith was barely listening as the person spoke. She was sure that he was talking to her and didn't really hear much except 'share' and his name. Those made her look up and see the young witchling with pink hair and glasses as well as his uniform. She looked closely at the uniform and then back at the book. Alongside the book, she saw that the witchling had a notebook open and a pen in hand. "Oh my goodness. I really hope that I'm not interrupting your studies! I'll be glad to wait until you're finished. I'm in no rush, since I'll probably be here all day anyways..."
She pulled her car closer her and unloaded the books that she had spent a few hours finding next to Philemon. The first stack was books on gemstones while the second stack was on healing; both stacks were organized alphabetically and stacked neatly, ready to be read. Once satisfied, she pushed the cart to a wall, walked back to where Philemon was, pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. Lilith held her hand near Philemon. "Nice to meet you Philemon. My name is Lilith, and I recently became a witch. Sorry it took so long to introduce myself. I just like the books to have a certain order..."
The book she decided to take was one titled 'Magic and You'. Lilith opened to the index and looked into the 'healing' section of the book and then looked towards Philemon again. "Why are you reading about healing potions anyways? I didn't think very many people were interested in stuff like that anymore."
She looked back at her book and started to read, part of her mind waiting for a reply, and another part absorbing information on her ability to heal, noting down ways that could help improve the strength of her newly found ability.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 2:46 pm
Thankfully, the young witch appeared to be a rather friendly person; and for a second there he had fretted that maybe she was one of those girls that demanded everything for themselves. But alas, his luck was great -and it had been so for several days on end- therefore he just smiled when spoken to and nodded his head in understanding. "Still, if you feel like referencing the book while I'm here, feel free to. You're not interrupting my studies either." he laughed awkwardly "I'm... conducting independent research." he admitted. It wasn't the newest thing around, to want to find out more about a field in magic that was of interest but when at present day you could get most healing concoctions at a pharmacy, researching alchemy must have seemed rather dull. He must look pretty weird, he noticed silently to himself, but still he didn't really mind at all.
Placing his elbows on the surface of the desk he leaned forward, supporting his head in one hand while he inspected the books that were placed by him. Gemstones and healing, healing and gemstones, not necessarily in that order. Interesting, and it would make a little sense considering she had just become a witch that her powers had something to do with at least one of those subjects if not both which was more likely. That was really something, wasn't it? Phil had always admired people that could use healing magic seeing how he aspired to do the same, eventually. "Feel free to call me Phil, if you like." he offered the nickname people mostly used when bored to pronounce the full length of his name; except when he was about to get scolded, he noted sourly to himself, then everybody always somehow magically remembered that his name was Philemon, not Phil or any other pet-name in general. "It must be nice..." he trailed off absentmindedly. "To be able to know yourself, I mean, your powers, you know?" he was stringing phrases together in an awkward manner, he noticed. "Like... you at least know what to read to make it better." the rest of them were simply still struggling.
Phil finally flipped open the book and got to reading the first few details about substance balances and the human body when the question came and he found his thoughts of probably seeming weird before affirmed. He placed his finger on the line he was in order not to have to look for it afterwards and glanced up at Lilith with a small smile playing on his lips yet again, gently tugging the corners of his mouth upwards. "Ah, that's a good question." he noted. "Well... I'd like to help people, if I can. Potions are a basic ingredient to treating wounds and illnesses and poisons and, you know, harmful things. So knowing how to make them is a step forward all the same." he shrugged and although his face had gone all serious for a moment while he said that he was smiling again when he continued. "Plus! Alchemy is far more complicated than just mixing the correct amount of something with something else in order to get a desired result!" he exclaimed. "It's a whole way of seeing things. It teaches you that there are so many things that are actually interchangeable... to give and take equally, to sacrifice in order to gain; that's how everything in life works." he paused realizing that giving a passionate sermon about equal exchange was rather... weird. Not to mention that the world had changed a lot as of lately and everybody only seemed to seek out to only gain things instead of return something back for what they were taking. "Ah, sorry..." he mumbled returning his eyes to his book. "Sometimes I get a little too excited." he underlined with a nod of the head while his free hand moved to keep a pair of notes upon the blank surface of his notebook.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:02 pm
Lilith's yellow-green eyes were darting quickly from one side to the other side of each page, quickly reading as well as retaining more information in a shorter time. "Slowly increase your ability. Never rush and try to do large tasks when you're for sure you're not ready for them." She placed her hand under the table, careful to try and keep it hidden from Phil, and she would try to summon up some of the abilities. Once she felt a slight tingling sensation, Lilith knew that she at least managed to concentrate some of her power.
Accidentally letting out a sigh, she stopped her concentration and spoke to Phil again. "Mmm. Independent research! I think that's what kept me at the academy. The classes seemed so long and tedious that I'd spend a lot of time here at the library learning about more... Interesting stuff. Oddly enough, all my independent study did pay off when I took the Grave of Fairies trial." She looked over and smiled at him.
"From what you've been telling me, it seems like you're more sure of your abilities than I am... Your devotion to alchemy sounds awesome!"
Lilith stopped reading and looked at her hand under the table. She glanced at the stack of books that she had to try and understand her abilities better. It was all fascinating to her, but it doesn't mean that she wasn't utterly confused by everything she looked at. The words that lie in front of her seemed less appealing now; it didn't really tell much of what she should do, but what she shouldn't. Closing the book that was open, she put it to the side and grabbed one about bloodstones.
"Bloodstone is a stone with red spots which resemble drops of blood, so it is received its name due to this similarity."
"In ancient times, bloodstone was thought to be able to stop hemorrhages with the merest touch. Bloodstone relieves stomach and bowel pain. It strengthens blood purifying organs and improves blood circulation. Bloodstone has a positive influence on a bladder."
"That would explain my new abilities..." she said softly, not knowing that Phil probably overheard her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:47 pm
For one reason or the other Phil hadn't been able to well, concentrate entirely on his book, peeking at Lilith out of the corner of his eye. He knew it was the silly kind of admiration one would feel for a student of a higher level than their own but it was still rather... strange to say the least. That was, awkward, probably, not exactly strange, he decided. "What was the trial like?" he found himself asking "What I mean to say is, how did you use that research and all? I've heard stories but I never really had a chance to talk about it with a full-fledged witch before." he admitted, placing both hands on the table again and leaning forward attentively. There were only too many things he didn't know and would love to find out about. If there was any kind of helpful information from a person who had actually passed the trial he would be willing to absorb them quickly, much like a sponge.
"No, no that's not it at all." he made haste to correct Lilith when she spoke about his devotion. "I won't say that the concept isn't fascinating and as I already said I find specifically synthesizing potions an interesting, needful field... but the thing about equivalent exchange is, I was brought up in that way." he chuckled, awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck for another time -a habit he often resorted to when he was nervous it would seem, then again he didn't really try to conceal his emotions or anything either-. "Because we were always so many, our parents thought it was a good idea for us to learn to share our things among us be it our toys and clothes or the chores that had to be done." he paused, realizing he was rambling again. "I have twelve siblings." he beamed, unable to contain himself. He was oddly proud for having such a big family and talking about them made him to miss them a little bit. They had been one of the main reasons he had wanted to become a healer, to protect them was had been his enterprise but thinking about it now, had it truly been his own decision?
His eyes reverted back to his book and he found himself shrugging the dreary thought off with a relative ease. "So you really are a healer, ne?" he smiled, feeling more light-hearted for another time. "I mean you're researching about stones and healing. I don't know much about healing stones other than the fact that they are supposedly used in medical rituals and that there are different stones that correspond to different parts of the human body." he paused and thought some more on it. He was certain it had been mentioned once in some class or perhaps it was something he read in some book but he wasn't all that sure.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:00 pm
It wasn't surprising when Phil asked her about the Trial; who wouldn't want an advantage in that? While continuing to read her book, she brushed her hair out of her face and thought. "What I can really tell him about it," she kept asking herself. It wasn't like it would be the same experience for every Witchling. She couldn't even say it would be the same for everyone taking the trial together.
Averting her eyes away from the book, Lilith couldn't think of anything to tell Phil but the truth. "I don't really know what exactly to tell you. I mean, for myself, it wasn't extremely difficult, but it was nerve wrecking." She looked up to the library's ceiling, face still leveled with Phil's. "I guess you can say... It kinda feels like the Trial knows what your weaknesses are and tests you on that... I guess? I have to admit that even though I read like no tomorrow before the Trial, I was still nervous. I think, in the end, random facts kept popping in my head to keep me from panicking!"
Lilith laughed at herself, trying not to bang her head against the table. It was given that she was afraid she'd fail. In all honesty to herself, she was actually surprised she passed the first time. Then again, she took her time with the Trial, deciding not to take it until she was a little bit older and a little bit more prepared. But hearing about Phil's siblings... more so how many he had, she was completely distracted!
"Twelve?! That sounds..." She paused to think of the right word, unsure of how she was supposed to feel. "That sounds absolutely amazing. I would love to have that many siblings! I can't even remember if I had any, since well, I wasn't really raised by my parents and was sent off at an early age..."
"It also makes me wonder why Life pushed me in the direction of a Healer." Lilith took one of Phil's hands into the one where she had been practicing control and concentrated, sending the little tingles to her hand, hoping that Phil could feel them. "Seems like a skill like this would be more useful to someone like you, with kids getting hurt everywhere, right?" She let out a soft giggle before letting go of his hand and going back to her book.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 8:53 am
Philemon thought about what Lilith told him, a quiet nagging feeling pointed at him still painfully pulling at the corners of his mentality. It was more than true that it was different for everyone and it didn't matter how many information he would gather but he couldn't shake the uncertainty from the core of his being, chase away the cowardice that dictated his most unsure actions. He found himself shrugging a little, eyes more dull than usually as if all the motivation that usually kept him pumped up had been drained leaving behind a shade tinged in melancholy. "I, I know... I guess..." he made haste to agree, fixing his glasses to hide his eyes in the reflection. "I think I can somehow relate to how you felt." he decided, a dry smile curving the edge of his lip as he looked up once again. "Sometimes I find myself wondering... even if I study so much and practice so much, what if it's not enough in the end?" there were always winners and loser no matter what the presented situation was, that much he knew.
And then he realized he was rambling about his insecurities to a practical stranger and started apologizing even before he had enough time for his cheeks to turn red in embarrassment. "P-Please don't mind me!" he exclaimed. "I kinda got carried away..." he rubbed the back of his neck with his one free hand while laughing awkwardly, shrugging the heavy, dreary feeling off. Trying to keep himself from planting his face in the book he was reading in an attempt to try and disappear off the face of the earth he tried to concentrate in the things that mattered more right now, getting dragged back in the conversation about his family.
"You think?" he laughed when Lilith described having twelve siblings as amazing. Sometimes it was more of a pain and less of blessing but at least there was always someone to talk to even when you fought with one of the others. The only one he could never be rid of, of course, was his twin. He couldn't leave him alone no matter how much the other riled him up sometimes. The awkward smile faded when his acquaintance mentioned she couldn't even remember if she had any and that she was raised away from home. Phil regarded Lilith with sad eyes trying to fathom how was he supposed to answer to something like that. He knew that he was feeling sad even at the thought that someone would give their children away and was he being rude, bragging about his family in that sense? What was he supposed to say to cover things up?
He spent a couple moments in silence as his hand was taken by Lilith's. He'd have reacted if he wasn't too set on forming an answer that he could deem good enough. "Uhh... uhmm. I... I'm sorry... about your family." was even apologizing appropriate. "If you're ever around Clarus Arbor you can come meet my family if you like." he beamed. Maybe she was lonely but wouldn't seeing them all together only help to intensify the feeling? He sighed softly, defeated, a victim of tactless words, as always. He felt a strange tingling sensation and was compelled to pull his hand away before remembering it was supposed to be healing magic and so no harm could be done -under normal circumstances-. "T-That tickles." he chuckled, flicking a stray strand of hair away from his face with his other hand. "Hmmm... it certainly would be a great help, although most of the kids are mostly alright most of the time." he laughed. Even some of the younger ones were less rowdy than his twin brother and almost none were as clumsy as himself. "Although, I'd probably spend most of the time patching myself up instead." he mentioned, looking away awkwardly. "I bet there's a good reason you're a healer too." he smiled. "Do you like helping people?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 2:34 pm
Lilith found it kind of a amusing yet sad at the same time that Phil was panicking as much as she was before. It was understandable, but it was also clear to her that after taking the Trial, it really isn't as bad as people thought. She knew not everyone passed, but it meant that it wasn't there time just yet, not that they didn't have the ability to pass. Closing her book, she looked at him again. "It really isn't that bad. It seems like you can use a self-confidence boost right before the trial! Sometimes doing too much is a bad thing."
She patted him on the head and smiled, trying to reassure him that he'd do fine. "Just don't psyche yourself out the day of!" The laugh she let out was a little loud and when she noticed other people noticed, she flushed and scrunched up. There was still a smile on her face, but it was odd for her to make that much noise in a library.
Phil kept getting more and more flushed as the conversation kept going and Lilith felt a little bad. She could tell he was uncomfortable, but not sure how to make it better. Wondering if the patting on the head helped, Lilith patted him again, this time on the shoulder.
"A visit," she said, somewhat shocked. "Growing up here, I never really had that many friends. All I could remember when I hadn't been studying was playing with my parents' maids and butlers. It was fun, but I don't think I've ever really visited other peoples' homes before, nor really made friends my own age.." Come to think of it, Lilith hadn't really been in Clarus Arbor either. It made her curious; she knew where it was and such, but seeing it and learning more about it... The desire for knowledge grew bigger.
Eventually, she forgot about the books that were in front of her and was completely absorbed in talking to Phil. Questions were whirling around her head until she heard Phil mention her and helping people. "I... There was a time where I chose not to help. I didn't want to be taught in the ways of a Witch, and well...". Lilith looked around the library and tired to keep smiling. "I kind of lost my mother here because I wouldn't fight..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 1:36 pm
Phil chuckled softly after being told about his confidence. His lack of motivation regarding the trial was less an issue of confidence and more a lack of vision. What would he do once he took the trial, what would happen afterwards, what would his life as a witch be and what his goal in life was... those were all things he was worried about all the time; and the closer the date he would have to go through the trial was coming the more he worried, again and again. "I should be fine as long as I'm okay, hm?" he smiled, a little awkward still, and nodded his head in understanding.
He had no time to ponder about it, however, as he found himself unexpectedly patted on the head and as much as he was used to being around people, no matter how friendly he was to be patted was at least embarrassing, but to have a girl -a cute girl- do it made it all the worse. He was sure that even his ears had most likely turned red by the time the hand moved away and he only find himself able to stutter a possibly remotely positive reply -because his mind refused to budge for a few moments- until he noticed people staring at them and he made an attempt to compose himself not to come by as a complete weirdo.
"W-Well... if you don't want to that's okay too..." he stuttered some more, hearing of Lilith's story. He couldn't really imagine how she must have been brought up. Well, surely, butlers and maids were nice and all and sometimes having things done for you was entirely welcome but he was simply not brought up in that way so he couldn't know. In the end he decided that even without knowing he would probably prefer the curse and blessing that his family was and keep it to the heart, thankful for what he had been given. "But, you know, the invitation still stands... if you don't mind the hassle." he explained, finally in a more composed manner before he was forced to drop it yet again.
Again and again, what was he supposed to say? It also made him realize that his own reason for fighting was probably far less important than that of others, infinitely more selfish, something that many people would deem unneeded. And there they where, a girl who hadn't wanted to be a witch and yet resigned to her fate after her unwillingness to help and he, himself, who despite wanting to help stepped backwards. Where did this leave them, really? "I'm... I'm very sorry, Lilith. I didn't, didn't know." he shook his head a little in a sad notion before sighing. If he had known he would probably have avoided the subject. "Was it a Majin? Or perhaps another Witch?" he wanted to ask, if only to test the ground ahead in case he was about to step in a landmine. He had had trouble before with voicing his aspiration to create a medicine to cure the Majin of their hunger before, after all. Most people thought him twisted if they didn't think him crazy. 'Why on earth would anyone want to help a Majin?' he understood how they felt, having almost been a victim before but he couldn't help but want to help; maybe, because he knew first-hand that they weren't so bad after all.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 1:48 pm
It was a little bit confusing to Lilith with all the emotions on Phil's face. Lilith obviously didn't know that the physical touches were well, making it worse. She tried to look him at him in the eyes. "Yah know, if you keep flipping out when talking to little me, you're going to flip out once it's the day of. Relax! Not like I bite or anything."
She giggled and stopped again. "Oh no! I'd definitely love to meet some of your family. It's just that, well, with so many siblings... I really hope I'm not intruding at all. I'd gladly help clean up anything if you guys needed it!" Despite herself being quite a bit of a neat freak, she never really cleaned up after anyone else because she had other people cleaning up after her. "Then again... I'd be afraid of misplacing everything. I know I have a bit of a problem with needing to know where things belong."
Lilith made a face, eyes closed and tongue sticking out, with a little bit of a blush on her face of embarrassment. She wasn't used to telling someone stuff like that. Only some people in her life knew, and it was mostly those who went to her parents' house.
Her body and emotions calmed down again once her mother was brought up. "Oh no! Don't feel bad." She sighed a small sigh. "I'm pretty sure you've read about the man-eating books out there? If it were just one, my mom could of handled it, but it was multiple ganging up on her. Well no, she was trying protect me who was getting ganged up on..." Lilith had learned over time that tears would not bring her mother back and instead, that was the reason why she tried so hard in school.
"We both have different reasons for doing things, huh," she commented with a smile. "My mother is definitely my inspiration to do things, even though the event was horrible."
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 10:22 am
Phil's cheeks where tinged an even deeper hue of scarlet that was beginning to slowly match Lilith's dress when she noted that he was flipping out. It was even more awkward to try and explain it was because of the petting that it was happening, not so much because he was as nervous, but he decided not to speak -just in case he ended up embarrassing himself even further. Really, now. "I... uhm... I- well... I'm going to try my best, please forgive me!" he made haste to lower his head in a bow as he said that to plant it directly into the book that was still open in front of him. Why was he apologizing, again? He wasn't even sure himself.
"Ah! You don't have to worry about that, really!" Phil laughed. Looking up from his spot, resting against the book's pages. "I mean... we're already so many, one person won't be that great of a difference." he paused and thought to the reaction his family would have at having a girl over, no doubt they'd ask all sorts of questions and since they had strength in numbers it could get slightly awkward for poor Lilith, perhaps. "Although they will probably be nosy and make you feel all awkward and stuff, not that I find them annoying, it's just they're so many, you know and-" he paused to take a big breath and relax himself since he realized he was, for another time, stringing countless words together and he might just end up confusing Lilith instead of explaining; which was what he was trying to do in the first place. "Although, if you're coming over there are no chores allowed. You're the guest so you'll have to promise to let us take good care of you." even though that would make Theo mad, he noticed to himself but shoved the thought to the back of his head altogether.
Phil thought about it. Man-eating books, not humans or majin, just... creatures and to think the poor woman had died protecting her child. He envied Lilith, in a good sense. If it were him he'd never be able to get over such an action. Maybe he would stop crying eventually but he was sure it would haunt him forever. Although he would never think twice before sacrificing himself for somebody else's sake he couldn't take anyone besides him getting hurt. "They might be more similar than you think..." he smiled softly, averting his gaze for another time. "I too am doing this for someone very dear to me." at least he could sympathize with her, he thought, in some way at least; perhaps. He was too fond of his insecure assumptions by now. "I think... it's wonderful that you can go on after such an experience. That you didn't run away." he pointed out, sitting back up in his chair, the conversation rather serious for him to be fooling around.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 11:34 pm
Lilith propped her head on her hand, resting upon her elbow. Although she didn't get much reading done, she was quite thankful that she was able to meet someone so interesting to her today. Sure, the books would of been interesting to her, but the books normally didn't speak back to her unless she was reading some sort of novel or short story. With all the flush on Phil's face, Lilith really just wanted to pinch his cheeks, but didn't actually act, afraid of him feeling embarrassed because he'd be treated like a chubby five year old.
"Nothing at all to forgive," she said with a nod. "I am still, however, very interested in meeting your family! Are you sure I'm not allowed to help out though? If someone were to look closer into her eyes, there was somewhat of a puppy-dog begging for treats. Lilith knew that she would end up helping out, even if she wasn't supposed to. "I'm pretty sure you're parents would at least appreciate the help. At least let me heal the little ones if they every get hurt... It would be good practice!"
She was still smiling when Phil complimented her on her 'strength'. "I don't quite know if I can call it strength... I think more so it's personal redemption as well as a desire for revenge," Lilith told him with a fading voice. She looked at the books in the nice stack in front of her and then at the shelves of books all around her. It suddenly struck her that, well, she didn't really want to be in there anymore. "Whatever is your inspiration, you'll find your own strength in that... Remember that the day of your Trial, and you'll come out successful, I'm sure."
"W-would you like to go out? Maybe get some food or something? I suddenly don't really feel like being here..." Lilith stood up and put the books on her cart; as long as it was on her cart, the librarian would reserve it for her. "If you're worried about the book, just leave it with me and you can get it back next time from the librarian. Just mention my name and the book.
She pushed in her chair and smiled at Phil, ready to push her cart off to the front of the library.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 12:19 pm
Philemon spent a good set of moments listening to the quiet sounds of the library that had so long been his trusted, loyal friends. No matter what happened this place somehow always had a way to soothe him. The knowledge and wisdom hidden within thousands of pages that hung thick in the air, people that cam and went quietly, pages getting turned... they were all so very familiar it made him feel at home. And yet sometimes people odd and exciting like this young witch that had healing abilities would turn up and shake the quiet of his little world up ever so gently. There were things he had always admired...
Phil laughed as quietly as he could before fixing his glasses a little. "Well, if you really want to help I can't really forbid you to, but as a guest, shouldn't you let the hosts take care of you for a change?" he knew that feeling, perhaps almost too well; the impulse, the need to help wherever needed for whatever reason. Perhaps the two of them had more in common than he had dared to imagine by that time. "That would be lovely if you could." he nodded his head. Not only would Lilith practice her newly discovered magic but she'd have the chance to help out and additionally give him a small breather since all he could do to heal whoever got hurt was make more medicine for each of their cases.
Phil didn't reply when Lilith mentioned revenge. Redemption he could understand, but there wasn't a situation furthest from it than revenge. Feelings of revenge were always of the darkest variety, birthed from pain, anguish and fear. In Phil's spectrum of colored vision on reality, revenge fell off the colored chart into infinite blackness. He couldn't understand why anyone would rather feel something as malignant than open is heart and offer forgiveness. He could understand that at first the pain was too much to bear, but at the same time it would eventually mellow out and go away even if it would still sting from time to time like a sore wound. His own reason for fighting had nothing to do with revenge and everything to do with finding hope even if that was all there was to it "I'll keep that in mind..." he mumbled, thoughtfully.
"We can, if you want to." he complied, getting up after Lilith and nodding in agreement on her comment for the book. He wasn't that afraid he'd miss it after all, even if he didn't end up reading that much while they were there in the end.
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