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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 1:09 am
The days that Philemon Menniadis had spent in the Academy were long gone -or, alright, not so long per se, but the point remained the same- but, apparently, the days he spent helping other students with their homework were far from over. Being the studious little thing he had been students had often ran to him for help with their subjects or notes and since Phil was always so friendly he never denied them his help. Even now, his reputation seemed to have followed him after graduation and since he was in Makai to begin with he had resigned himself into finding some time for whoever needed his assistance. In this case that someone was Riba Samudra, an undergraduate with dark skin and stunningly bright teal colored hair and eyes and the subject at hand was -quite not surprisingly- herbology. As it was known to many, Phil aced mostly everything when it came to theory -not so much in practice- during his Academy days but his real field of expertise was potions and everything in relation; herbology, medicine and pharmacology, potion lore, alchemy... He had spent long and hard studying meticulously for the additional year he had forced himself to stay in order to further his knowledge before taking the trial and quite honestly it hadn't went to waste.
But in any case, his 'student' was there, the papers were there, the homework was pending and the knowledge was in his head and yet he was finding it to be exceedingly hard to concentrate on that particular day. Perhaps it was the gentle warmth that lingered still, filtered in with the rays from the sad in between the curtains that concealed the glass panes of the window or perhaps he becoming a little tired of juggling everything that he had in his hands and needed a break but it didn't quite matter right now. He propped himself on one elbow on the table and returned his eyes to the material before fixing his pair of glasses with one hand realizing he couldn't even remember where he had left and he was probably irritating the poor girl by now. "W-What kind of potion are we making, again?" he stuttered an awkward question raising his head to look at the girl before heaving a little sigh. He'd rather be anywhere but giving private lessons right now...
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 10:04 pm
To be honest, the only magic Riba wanted to hone was her conjuration., which wasn’t a surprising revelation. She had taken to the subject like a fish in water—it came naturally. Whatever object she wanted to summon, she could call with breathtaking ease. Summoning creatures and calling objects to her was instinctive. Perhaps that was why Riba had always possessed an interest in becoming an Ars Lilium. They typically toted around animal familiars of all shapes and sizes. She could imagine it—summoning an animal that may or may not become her familiar, but the dream was still so far away. First, the witchling would have to drudge through the other magic subjects the Academy was forcibly putting her through.
Absentmindedly, she chewed on the edge of one of her pencils, the edge gnawed and worn from numerous hours of frustrated abuse. Conjuration was her obvious forte, but she was average or horrible at the rest. She softly sighed before drooping until her head pressed against her desk and obscured her paper, filled with scrawled notes that most likely made little sense to her now. Unlike Riba, she thrived on hands-on experiences. Notes and theories merely entered one ear and fluttered out the other. “’ey, Phil…” She had taken to shortening the wtich’s name, whether he minded it or not. As he inquired about what potion they were making, she mindlessly puffed out her cheeks and lamented, “I dunno. S’on the sheet ‘ere.” She craned her neck to allow her fingers to slide the sheet toward the older lad. Her head rolled over to the side as she propped up an elbow to rest her cheek against. “’ey Phil,” she repeated, her eyes half-lidded, “can we take a break? I dun think I can go on like this anymore. I gotta eat something, at least.” Her expression first turned pleading, then morphed into steely determination as she defiantly rose from her chair and grabbed Philemon’s hand. “Forget it, we’re goin’—now!”
Lips curled into a pleased beam as she tugged him out of the dorms and toward town, her feet bouncing as she walked backwards. “Ya look like a serious sort, so it must mean ya don’t play enough! Let me show you the sights and scenes!”
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 3:05 pm
"S-Sorry... sorry!" Phil exclaimed pressing both hands over his head as if cowering in fear of something dropping on it anytime soon when Riba told him to just check the paper. He knew he was a sorry sight at the moment but there was little else he could do. The letters appeared to dance in mesmerizing patterns in front of his eyes when he tried to concentrate however much he wanted to focus and it made him all the more dizzy. He made such a sorry excuse for a tutor... and to think the poor girl was depending on him for her studies right now. He'd have to apologize a million times over later but maybe it was preferable if they could take a break now. Ah, that would be lovely, he thought to himself with a small sigh as he tried fixing his glasses up his nose with the back of his hand.
Thankfully, Riba appeared to be about as tired as he was, however, and before he could do or say anything more she asked for exactly the same thing he was thinking of bringing up; a small break. He was about to start thanking whoever up in the heavens sent him this godsend gift of a proposal when Riba grabbed him and ushered him out of the room, apparently wanting to get some air as soon as possible. He couldn't blame her though, really. "Ah~ w-wait!" he exclaimed, tripping over his feet in the process of trying to keep up with her as she dragged him out of the dorms. He was always one of an awkward balance after all. "Sights and scenes?" he questioned while still fighting to secure his footing on the ground, surprised at the way Riba said that he didn't 'play' enough. Maybe she was right though, she probably was. As much as he did love meeting new people and just playing around he simply didn't have that much of such quality time to himself after graduating from the Academy. He had lived for the best of two years in Makai however, and would most likely spend the rest of his eternity living there if life was kind enough to him. Unlike so many people aching to move out Phil just wanted to stay instead.
"Sorry for tiring you out enough you had to drag me outside for a break..." he sighed as he apologized, nodding his head a little to underline his words. "I must look like such a terrible tutor..." he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand uncomfortably saying that making a weak attempt to laugh the tension off while he was at it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 1:02 pm
The witchling threw the lad a quizzical look. What was the terrified expression for? She wasn’t going to harm him in anyway, at least not intentionally. She would never dream of it!
She laughed loudly, a clear and joyful sound. “Gotten a bit weak-legged, have ya?” Riba teased as she obliged and stopped mid-step. Once he appeared to have regained his balance somewhat she jumped right back to speedily walking down the hallways, maneuvering her way through the school until she reached freedom at last. “Yea, sights an’ scenes!” His footing still seemed a bit off, but it only made the blue-haired girl hold onto his hand even more tightly. While she might not be the strongest person around, she had one hell of a grip when she needed it.
“Nah, dun worry yer lit’le head ‘bout that, ‘kay? I dun like doin’ school work in gen’ral, so it ain’t ya. It’s me. Honest,” she answered, her tone sincere and reassuring. Then she laughed again. “Wha’ makes a good tu’or? I dunno, but I think yer a perfec’ly good tu’or, so dun go an’ put yerself down so much. Bein’ pess’mis’ic ain’t a good trait, I reckon.” Her shoes clacked against the cobblestone path that led into town. “Whaddya wanna do? Pers’nally I’d love to get me some food, but I’m kinda like a bot’omless pit! I’m always lookin’ for somethin’ to nibble on an’ such.” She smiled warmly as she stopped by a nearby bench. Releasing her grasp on his hand, Riba plopped onto the bench, the girl’s legs swinging back and forth as she expectantly looked at Phil, waiting for his response. “So if ya wanna do somethin’ else, tha’s fine with me!”
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