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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 3:54 pm
[ ENTRY - - - February 1412 ]_____________________' Work '
Trying to find work wasn’t as easy as it looks.
Having lived in Shyregoad most of his life, Seymour isn’t very well trained in anything outside of the necessary skills needed to survive in Shyregoad. He can skin animals, he can trap, he can hack down giant trees for fire wood, and even cook. However, would any of these skills get him a job? Or better yet, does anyone need these skills? It doesn’t seem so.
He had thought of looking around town to find something that he could do, but at the end, it just wasn’t working. The Carpenters didn’t really need help, and he couldn’t very well ask for an apprenticeship when he’s already under another one. Not to mention, how much time would he have to study if he was hired? Would it temper with his already messy schedule or possibly take up all the time he had left? He couldn’t very well work as a potter, he has absolutely no knowledge on any of the steps what so ever, and well, he’s not very good with any job that would require people skills. Nope, no people skills.
Seymour couldn’t help but sigh, taking a seat outside of the University doors. He needs to find a job, and quick. Before he runs out of whatever currency he has brought with him, and is kicked out. A pause…Maybe he could ask the University for Help? That was a thought. It was very well his last hope at this current moment, and a very desperate one in fact. Hopefully they can help him find a job and possibly one that will not crash with his current schedule.
From there, the grimm had a nice chat with Warwick Hind, seeking aid. It seems the man was actually looking for grimms to help with his work, the situation suited them both very nicely. From there on, Seymour had a job doing errands here and there, and making enough to keep things going. Thankfully, the job also doesn’t require much interaction between him and the receiver of whatever he’s delivering to. Though, the grimm had to wonder: How long will this job last, and is it going to keep not just the roof over his head but also feed him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 3:57 pm
[ ENTRY - - - February 1412 ]_____________________' Books '
Clance rolled around on the pillow as Seymour took a seat in the chair right beside the bed. He was slowly getting used to the new surroundings and the new temperature. Yet…the books that now rest on top of the table. Those books, he had been trying to read them for a couple of days now. However…
It hasn’t been going well.
The theories and the studies conducted are very different from what he had expected, or thought of for that matter. Someone had graced him with a book on philosophy as well (or was it part of the giant tower already?), and from what he can gather: Psychology and Philosophy weren’t that different. Could it even be described as a science? Mr. Kempe seems to think so, then it should right…right?
Seymour couldn’t help but let out an irritated sigh.
“Are you okay Seymour? You’ve been sighing a lot lately.” Clance spoke up, rolling onto his stomach and propped himself up with his elbows. He is so tiny, and worried.
“I’m fine. Really.” A weak reassuring smile, “Just busy.”
“…Okay.” The excite didn’t question his Grimm, but gave the books he had been staring at a glance. Were they the reason Seymour had been so irritated? The grimm refuses to answer, but from how long he had known Seymour, it was probably partial to the reason…If only he could help. “I’m going to go nap.”
“Alright, sweet dreams.” A wave was his reply, dismissing him back to his books. Now then…where was he? Oh yes, the notion that the mind depends on the four humors…
Wait, wasn't this in the philosophy book?
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:57 pm
[ ENTRY - - - March 1412 ]_____________________' Clance's opinion of Gadu '
When Clance first got to Gadu, the very first thing he had taken notice was the temperature. It was much warmer in comparison to their home in Shyregoad. The place they went to, this Gadu, was also very different. It was filled to the brim with people, and everyone wore much less in comparison to those in Shyregoad. Seymour had told him it was because the air wasn’t as cold here as those back home, and thus, less clothing was necessary to keep them warm.
He nodded, and felt the rush of excitement at his new surroundings.
This excitement proves to be a lie. It wasn’t very fun here. It was boring, very boring. Clance stay in the place Amory Kempe had introduced them to, and while staying here, Seymour has to pay rent. The excito doesn’t really know what it is, but only knows it was necessary to stay in this room…this room, their new home. He much preferred the cabin even with the wind howling with the frost outside. At least back there, it felt familiar.
It has been a month. A month of being in Gadu, and of having left their cabin behind. It feels so strange seeing people outside the window, watching as they hurried in their everyday lives…and then there’s him. Clance had rarely left the room. He didn’t feel safe without Seymour, and Seymour can’t take him everywhere like he used to. The Grimm has work which makes him run across Gadu quite often than not, and spends his time mainly at the University or at home reading. They two rarely spends time outside of talking or reading, and it’s so boring just reading books all day long.
At least in Shyregoad there were the occasional animal…
There were animals here too, certainly, but Clance feels very wary of them. Not because he was scared, of course not! But…these are animals much different than the rabbits or deers Seymour would catch. Instead, he was mainly greeted by birds and the occasional cat…he huffed. The cats always paw at the window, and one even ran into the glass trying to catch him. Really, why do they do that? The birds do that too…one even flew into the window by mistake. A very strange occurrence. Not to mention, Seymour has become very wary of certain birds lately…
A frown.
It was never this upsetting back in Shyregoad…why was th—
Oh right, they left – Cinderella and Prince left. If the two had stayed, staying in Gadu might not have been so bad. However, the two decided they would like to leave after the crow incident and to live on their own. They had decided to leave Seymour and Clance behind. Seymour had been sad, and told the two to be careful. He knew the two were dead set in this, and was too drained to even argue about it. Clance just kept quiet and stared at the two as they talked. He made no comment in approval nor disapproval at their decision. He simply let them do as they please. The excito believed they will be fine though it irked him a little that they would leave. It never occurred to him that them leaving would make him feel so alone. Seymour was the only person left who could keep him company, and with his busy schedule, it was like he was no company at all.
Had it always felt this lonely by himself? Clance couldn’t say, but it certainly feels that way now.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 1:27 pm
[ ENTRY - - - April 1412 ]_____________________' New Routine '
It starts with waking up.
Seymour would get ready for the day, waking Clance up on the way as he shuffled across the room to prepare what might be necessary for his day at the university. Clance would roll over on the pillow and watch with groggy eyes as the Grimm tries to make himself presentable. In the plague’s opinion, it’s silly (hypocritical as the excito would always fix the wrinkles in his jacket and his hat before even wanting to keep anyone company). It would only take him that one chance to yawn to only be greeted with the sight of Seymour’s hand on the door knot.
“I’m heading off, be safe.” Would be thrown across the room at the sleepy figure resting on the pillow, and Clance would reply, “Have a nice day.”
The routine becomes rather dull as the months went by, and by now, it has resulted to a simple wave from the plague before the Grimm rushes out the door.
Clance sighed as the scene above re-enacted itself once more. And as the door slams shut, the excito let out a loud, irritated whine. Why were they still here? He should bring it up to Seymour one day because he was certain neither of them are happy with how they’re living their lives right now.
He let out another yawn before shoving the question to the back of his mind. He can think about things later, waking up is priority and right after…finding something to do. Maybe he can try to read whatever books Seymour had left behind. He tried it once, but it just went over his head.
Seymour’s day is always much more eventful then Clance’s. He would be either in a lecture, or doing an errand which requires him running across Gadu. It tends to take up more time than intended, and usually it ends with him home by late afternoon, His return is always greeted by a smile on the excito’s face and a tiny wave, it was always nice to see that greeting but the fact he has a book open always give him a feeling of guilt. If only there was a way to stay with him more.
With Seymour home, the excito never gets around to asking his question. He couldn't bring himself to ask when the Grimm looked so tired. It was only a tiny issue and while he can complain about it, he can do that later...yes, when Seymour doesn't look like he's just going to collapse in bed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 12:08 am
[ ENTRY - - - May 1412 ]_____________________' Home '
It started off with Clance asking a simple question.
The day had been the same as usual, and the routine of the day never changes. However, Clance has something else in mind. Today, he will ask Seymour the question. He needs to ask and voice his opinion because it was getting very lonely around here! Taking a seat on the pillow with his back straight and a small frown on his face, Clance waited for his Grimm’s return.
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“I’m back.” Was the greeting from Seymour as he hurried to the desk, placing the books on the desk. It took him a moment before he saw the displeasure illustrated on the excito’s face, and in reflection, he gave Clance a worried expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“Seymour,” Clance started, “can I ask you something?”
The grimm gave him a small smile before taking a seat on the bed. “You’re always free to ask me anything.”
“Seymour, why are we still here?”
This startled the grimm. “What do you mean?”
“When are we going home? I don’t like it here. It’s boring and lonely, and there’s no one to play with.” The excito continued, “There’s nothing to do and you’re almost never here. I don’t like it here, I want to go home.”
Seymour blinked as Clance let out the whiniest sound he could muster before flopping over and whined some more. He repetitively asked when they were going home until the Grimm shushed him, “Clance, I’m here because I was given a chance at education. And it’s not so bad here is it?”
“But it’s been three months! I still don’t like it! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…”
“Clance please stop crying just for a minute.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
“Clance, please.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAA—“
“Clance I can’t talk if you keep crying like this. Please be quiet.”
Suddenly he was greeted with silence, and a quiet little hiccup. Flashing the plague a reassuring smile, Seymour prepared himself for a long explanation as to why they weren’t going home and the reasons to the why nots.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:31 pm
[ ENTRY - - - May 1412 ]_____________________' Realization '
Seymour couldn’t sleep that night. Having to answer and explain his reasons to Clance’s questions had him thinking: Was the current situation really what is right for them?
Ever since he had joined the Council he had to wonder: What did he have to offer? He had no scientific background nor was he educated in its ways. The only real encounter he has had was with the handful of books his grandfather had kept, the books which were a keepsake of his belated father’s childhood. The man had been a doctored, had studied to be one, but couldn’t be saved by anyone in that same occupation. In the short five years the man had existed in Seymour’s life, he did not get the pleasure of teaching his son anything that could lead him down this path.
No, the grimm’s one teacher was his grandfather. This brings up another matter: All of the skills Seymour had been taught were very specific to living to a certain area – Shyregoad. He can trap, he can skin an animal for its fur and gut it for the meat, he can make his own dry meat and even preserved meat if he has the time, he can chop down trees by himself and bring home firewood, and he can even fix cabins because his grandfather had no one to rely on but him. However, none of these are skills for people living in Imisus which relies on things much different from Shyregoad. And thus, finding a job is much harder than it looks. Ever since he had arrived and started studying in the university, his income relies heavily on whatever job the support staff could spare (mainly errands). He relies much too heavily on the university and the income wasn’t really enough.
Speaking of the university.
The place is lovely and very well off. While the only person he has truly talked to had been Mr Kempe, and later on Mr Hind, he barely knows anyone else. His apprenticeship with Mr Kempe has been very interesting, but was this topic he was studying really what he wants to dedicate himself to?
No.
Seymour knows it was not. While the subject had sounded very interesting and out of the norm, the books given to him sound strangely similar to the philosophy books he was able to pick up (another interesting topic). How were they different? The grimm couldn’t tell. In his opinion, the books felt much too similar and the understanding just drives him mad. Over time, he had realized something: He was reading these books with much more difficulty then before because he was beginning to lose interest in the subject. This topic he had started apprenticing under is becoming nothing more than a tiny flicker of interest, and now that he’s gone through part of it, the topic is not for him.
If the topic was not what he’s interested in anymore, why was he still apprenticing? The experience from the apprenticing will go nowhere at this rate. What was he to do with it?
The grimm blinked at the ceiling.
Clance might be right. Those questions of why were they still here.
Really, why were they still here when nothing is going right? Maybe…Maybe he just wasn’t cut out to be a scientist, or part of the Council. There truly is nothing he can offer in research or money o-or…
A soft sigh.
Ah, maybe joining the Council and coming here had been a mistake. But can he call it that? This experience has given him a chance at so many things he would never had experienced if he never tried. Yes, experience. He can call it that. An experience he had ventured into and while it was not meant for him, he was able to learn.
…
Oh. If he was to leave the university and Council, he really should leave a note or something.
Oh dear, how was he going to write this letter?
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 6:48 pm
[ ENTRY - - - July 1412 ]_____________________' The Letter 'A neatly folded note was left on the desk located inside Amory Kempe’s office. The contents of the letter were clear, yet the writing…Let’s just say it looks very similar to that of chicken scratch,
Quote: Dear Mr Amory Kempe,
I am writing this letter to you to inform you of my withdrawal from both the university and the Council. I am awfully sorry for the inconvenience that I have created, but I cannot stay here. My reason of leave is because I have realized something I did not see before: I am just not Council or scientist material, nor am I fit for their ways. I am also unfit for the ways of Imisus, and would much prefer my home in Shyregoad.
I can assure you my reasons for leaving has nothing to do with the university or anyone’s for that matter. It is simply a matter of my personal belief that I simply cannot live like this. For the Council, I have nothing to offer. I am not smart, nor am I intelligent in anyway way. I find that my education has always been more limited than I thought, and it becomes more apparently as I attempt to read the books given to me. Even with my apprenticeship under you, there is little that I have learned that could account for anything. I have lost my interested in Psychology and had understood that this topic is not something I want to dedicate my life to. This apprentice is a nice experience, but with my new understanding of what I want to do, this experience will not do me any good.
Another reason I have chosen to leave is because of the limited income – I have a hard time trying to find a source of income in these lands. My skills are limited to ones necessary for survival in my homeland, not this land which relies on the sea. I would probably find a much better way of income to support myself back in Shyregoad then here.
Mr Kempe, I once again apologize for my choice of actions, and I thank you for the chance you have given me. It has been a pleasure studying under you.
Sincerely,
Seymour Luikhart
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For the past month, Seymour had been trying to write a letter of withdrawal with the aid of the support staff (yes he went to them for help in writing). It took a long time, but finally he was ready. The letter now left on the desk of the man who gave him this chance at education, the grimm got ready to pack up for the trip home.
He had went ahead to make a mental note of what he will need on his trip back to Shyregoad, and had started buying the necessities over the course of the month. Now, it was simply a matter of time and buying rations.
Soon.
They will be home, back at the cabin.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 7:26 pm
[ ENTRY - - - July 1412 ]_____________________' Walking '
The trip back to the cabin was a long one.
The scenery shifting from Imisus to Shyregoad always amazed Seymour at how different the two regions were. In Imisus, it was a place of extremes, the seasons he had experienced included spring and summer. Both very unfamiliar to him for spring brought much rain which would usually be snow in Shyregoad, and summer was intensive heat which he was a stranger to. The rain wasn’t unbearable, but the heat…oh the heat. He was much more used to the cold climate of his home and is very glad to be greeted by its white landscapes once more.
Though…the icy winds were still painful as ever.
The trip from Gadu all the way to the borders was rather pleasant…if he ignored the heat. The trip was long but the scenery was nice. They had a free trip from one village to the next thanks to a nice old man. It seems he might have been selling hay. Traveling to the borders took 2 weeks.
Upon entering Shyregoed again, Seymour couldn’t help but smile. It was still the same as ever, and Clance seems rather happy to see the familiar white scenery once more. The excito had chatted non-stop in his excitement to be home – finally, after the four month stay in Gadu. Many a times the tiny being had to reassure Seymour that he didn’t hate Gadu, but it simply wasn’t the place he can call home. Shyregoed, he said, will always be his home because it was where he was born. The Grimm only smiled upon hearing this, and nodded in approval. Traveling from the border to the cabin had took another week and a half, and when they finally caught sight of the tiny building in the middle of nowhere, both of them couldn’t help but smile.
They were finally home!
As Seymour quickened his pace towards the building, he failed to take notice of the tiny red markings that seem to trail away from the complex.
Hmmmm…
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 2:21 pm
[ ENTRY - - - August 1412 ]_____________________' The Cabin - It's a mystery '
Never once did Seymour notice the blood trail leaving out of the cabin until he pushed the door of his beloved home open. That was odd he had thought at the time, he was certain he had locked the door yet the door…wait a minute. Across the frame of the door ran the mark of four very clear lines, torn as though something had held onto the wood for dear life. This wasn’t supposed to be there, Seymour had thought silently before taking a closer look at the marks. Clance was very confused by the sudden change of attention - They were home! Yet why is Seymour taking such an interest at the door frame?
“Seymour! Why aren’t we going in?” Clance asked, struggling a little within the folds of the man’s scarf. He stuck his little head out and remains baffled as the grimm replied, “Clance, there’s…something I need to tend to. We will enter the house momentarily, please be patient.”
With a soft huff, Clance retreated back into the scarf, huddling within the fabric to battle the cold. It puts Seymour at ease when the plague decides to be agreeable, but the matter at hand send him right back into a sense of dread. Someone had definitely entered the house, but how… Finally leaving his attention from the door frame, he started to check the windows of the house, taking note of one in the back which had been broken. That was definitely the entrance, but…one of the other windows also looks like it had been broken though it does not make much sense for anyone to make two openings.
Again, the grimm paused before turning around. He started at the snow covering the cabin for a little while before something caught his eyes. Red. Something red was on the ground. Pacing over to inspect it, the grimm didn’t need to kneel to realize what it is – blood.
If Seymour had been the type to swear he would have, but instead, the grimm let out the faintest of gasps and tried to track which way the blood went. The sudden panic in the grimm also sent the plague into a sense of confusion, and while Clance tried to peak at what is going on, his attempts were fouled by Seymour telling him to keep his head down. Whatever it was, Clance was now even more curious about it. Sadly, until his grimm calms down, there was no way to pick out the information.
It took a while, but eventually Seymour concluded the blood trail moves away from the cabin. However, the direction it went towards was worrisome.
It heads off towards Rhine…
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 7:12 pm
[ ENTRY - - - August 1412 ]_____________________' The Cabin - Aftermath '
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:02 pm
[ ENTRY - - - August 1412 ]_____________________' Occupation '
Seymour is looking into getting a job again
goes to Colwe to see if he can get into the trapping business
overhears things about the fellowship providing protection for grimms and such
GOES TO TALK TO PEEPS IN COLWE
They be told to go to Freykeep man :V
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 2:58 pm
[ ENTRY - - - September 1412 ]_____________________' Freykeep '
THEY HAVE REACHED FREYKEEP
HI NEW PLACE
Clance is worried it's going to end up like Gadu all over again
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:39 pm
[ ENTRY - - - 1412 ]_____________________' '
I'M NOT SURE YET, but probably domestic things...I'm trying to reroute some things because planning and waiting on things *nervous fidget*
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