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 Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 6:32 am
It had been a long day, yes, that much was true. It had been a long day and Philemon was tired. He wasn't very tired, in the sense when you gain a wireless connection to your pillow and just looking at it can cause you to fall asleep, no. It was a heavy, sneaky kind of tiredness, one that made his limbs feel heavy and made his head feel like a mess and the midday sun did little but make him to want to fall asleep on the spot. If his hands were free he would stretch, hoping that the motion could make him feel slightly better in his skin but alas, the books he was carrying back from the library to further study on the day's lesson about poisonous substances derived from the natural environment prevented him from doing just that. And it was all so very quiet and overly quiet meant overly boring -although it was an understandable situation- mist students were at home by this hour and they wouldn't go out just yet, it was too early. At least he could take solace in the fact that he wouldn't have to walk for a while longer since his house was less than five minutes away at that point.
When he had actually picked that place to rent he hadn't considered it would take him almost half an hour to get to the library; at least his classes weren't held that far -most of the time. Field practice was a whole different story altogether. That aside it was a convenient location, he thought as he stopped at the nearby bakery to buy himself some bread so he wouldn't have to bake his own that day. Even though he was tired he thanked the baker for his hard work with a bright smile that lit his face up -his eyes that were of the brightest azure hue even more- and with one hundred percent more bread he turned and continued his walk up the neatly paved road that lead to his home, promising himself to brew himself some tonic herbal tea to relax and study in quiet. That was because... well he wanted to go out later in the evening -and if his rowdy brother didn't tag along maybe he could visit some of his classmates. All work and no play was no fun, in the end.
He was already looking forward to relaxing, daydreaming as he went. If he had been any wiser he would have watched where he was going, but of course he didn't. He wasn't notorious for his ability to get himself involved in all sorts of weird accidents for nothing, after all. It was never fatal and Phil always hoped that the day wouldn't come that some mistake of his would cause somebody else to get hurt for no reason, but even so there was little he could do about it. He couldn't help himself. In this case, literally even. All it had taken was for some sort of bead -and whatever was it doing in the middle of the street?- on which he stepped. Naturally his weight was enough for him not to lose his footing, however it hurt somewhat, even through his shoes, and as he instinctively lifted his foot off the ground he simply lost his balanced and... down he went, his belongings flying from his hands only to end up all over the place.
Philemon winced a little, lying down for just another second before sitting up on his knees -both of them stinging now, and Phil was sure they were both scraped- to slowly pick his books back up. "Aah... what a mess..." he muttered to himself. He just had bad luck, he had to deal with it. If his brother had been present he would have already started yelling. Phil was entirely thankful of the fact they lived apart now, for once.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:21 pm
For the first time in a long while, Requiem had not spent his morning playing the piano. In fact, instead of playing any musical instrument at all, he had decided, quite on a strange whim, to take a walk through the town where the Academy was situated. It was rare that he did not wake up with thoughts of playing, but this particular morning was lovely; clear blue skies, wisps of clouds spread through the air, and a delicate breeze that tousled his hair as he walked. It was the sort of day that provided just what Requiem felt he needed - a quiet calmness that could perhaps bring him some inner peace; a relaxing afternoon, dedicated to silently finding the inspiration he desired.
He hadn't had an episode yet today, but that did not mean he would have one later. And for now, at least he could be at ease.
The first place Requiem stopped had been a small bookstore on the corner of the crowded main street that housed most of the shops in the town. After making a few select purchases, he had wandered around for a bit; relaxed on the steps of a small fountain, taken a fifteen minute nap on the lawn of a quiet quad tucked neatly beside it. And now he was inside of a bakery, breathing in the scent of fresh bread, of wheat and grains and the fire needed to bake it. Requiem had not been able to resist; five minutes later he was making his way down the street once more, a small piece of buttered and honeyed bread held in one hand, his bag of books in the other.
He had intended to go back to the school, perhaps to play, but a movement in his peripheral vision made him turn his head, eyes flickering to a pale haired boy a few feet away. It seemed he had dropped his things, and by the look of it, he was not doing well picking them all up. Several books were still lying haphazardly on the cobblestone street, and a bag of bread from the same bakery Requiem had just left was sitting beside him.
He stepped over, ducking down and picking up the bag. "...is this yours..?" Requiem asked quietly, holding it out to him. "...I'm afraid you might have dropped it."
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:17 am
Philemon was no stranger to his bad luck and he had quickly went straight ahead and started meticulously gathering the books in his immediate reach one by one. One would have said it wasn't exactly comfortable, carrying so many books home, but Phil couldn't find it in him, to barricade himself inside the confines of a library at such a beautiful day. It was quite gloomy and you were expected not to make any noise and what if you simply wanted to chat with someone? Then again, point in case, it was nobody's fault but his own, that he was that way. He simply couldn't completely adjust to a lifestyle other than what he knew. Impractically inflexible; even though that was what most people called his brother, not him.
Sometimes he thought it was a small price to pay; he didn't take too kindly to people that would change their minds all the time. It was better to simply pick a goal and work towards it, wasn't it? No matter how arduous and long the road would seem or how distant the destination.
And yet he couldn't help but note how ludicrous a thing it was, to be thinking it on such a beautiful day while picking scattered books back up. Maybe it was because he was tired? Most likely, he answered his question as he reached out for a booklet with his notes from his alchemy lessons. It was just out of his reach and he had to stretch and he was almost there, literally almost there when the voice of an individual he never sensed coming startled him. In the attempt to retain his balance while grasping the notebook and also look up to see who it was that the voice belonged to... he lost it, somewhere along the way, and the books he had already managed to gather escaped him for another time.
Sighing in defeat Phil picked himself back together and looked back up to actually see the person that was standing there this once. It turned out to be another student, dressed in his uniform, oddly with hair almost as pale as his -although the stranger's were rather silvery as opposed to blond-. He blinked once, and trying not to ridicule himself even more than he already had he reached out his hand to accept the bag that was held in his direction. "Ah, y-yes. Thank you very much." he chuckled in a slightly awkward manner. "Sorry you had to see me like this." he apologized even though he didn't have a very good reason to "It happens all the time when I'm not paying attention." he kept speaking without thinking.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 10:41 am
Requiem did not recognize the pale haired boy with the glasses whom he was holding out the dropped bag of bread too, though he was wearing the uniform of a Makai Academy Student. Nor did he really expect him to drop everything he had already picked up when he heard Requiem speak, which in turn made Requiem take a step back, a little startled. He automatically dropped to one knee, attempting to help gather together the fallen materials, reaching towards a book that was lying open a few feet away.
"It is of no trouble," he answered, flipping the book shut and setting it carefully atop the stack that was beginning to form in front of him. It seemed as if the boy had been trying to carry too much as it was, and there were things everywhere, scattered around him like fallen leaves. Requiem stood, stepping a short ways away to pick up two more books, carrying them back to the boy.
"You are a Makai student?" Requiem asked, though the question was a tad unnecessary, considering the uniform. But one could never really tel, and Requiem was a cautious person by nature. He wasn't entirely sure that this boy could carry everything back himself without repeating what had just happened, so he asked, somewhat hesitantly "Do you need some assistance carrying things back to your dorm?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:30 am
Phil smiled, somewhat apologetically as he peered over to the young man who appeared to readily and moreover willingly have dropped down to help him gather his materials and put them back together. It was a nice, refreshing change not to be ridiculed for so clumsily messing everything up so he found himself shrugging slightly as he joined him in picking the rest of the things up, looking if nothing else, a little hopeless, still, as he was. It was becoming a habit, as of lately; he found himself noticing that while he worked on the task at hand.
"Thank you very much." he repeated, nodding his head gratefully as he was brought his books. Seriously, kindness and the will to help where underrated nowadays... why couldn't more of the people he happened across be more like, like this boy. He noticed he had no idea who he was all the same. "Y-yes!" he made haste in answering when asked if he was a student, something that should have already been apparent by his uniform and all the books he was carrying anyway but he didn't mind clarifying. "You as well, I presume?" he questioned. "My name's Philemon... Phil, you can call me that." he introduced himself almost forgetting he was holding things in his arms and trying to extend a hand in the other's way before realizing and stopping himself before he could make a fool of himself all over again.
"If... if it's no trouble." he decided to accept the offered help since it seemed terribly rude to refuse it in the first place, never mind that he really did need it. "I live just around the corner though." he laughed "Not nearly as far as the dorms, but I suppose that's a good thing." he said that even though he could use the company. Maybe he'd invite him for a cool drink or something of the sort in order to repay his kindness, perhaps. He hoped that would be okay.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:57 pm
Philemon seemed a good young man, at least as far as first impressions went. Perhaps a little scatterbrained, and maybe a little absentminded, especially seeing as how he attempted to shake Requiem's hand without remembering that he held several very full bags in his hand, along with a few miscellaneous books. Fortunately, however, he managed to catch himself at the last moment, a slightly embarrassed look on his face as he attempted to right himself, juggling the bags in his arms.
"It is nice to meet you," Requiem said, golden eyes holding no judgment, nor indication that he'd even notice the mild flustered nature. "I'm Requiem Driscoll."
He had not met many students outside of the walls of Makai Academy; that being said, he had not really made any friends inside the walls of Makai Academy either. Not with him being what he was. For the most part, Requiem was very used to keeping to himself, and although this was an exempting situation, it was rather unusual for him to step out of his own little world to offer assistance to someone he did not know. Vaguely he wondered whether or not Philemon would be so pleasant to him if he knew what he was, but now was not the time to wonder about such things. It was too premature to try and think about those sorts of things; regardless of his race, Requiem had volunteered his help to Philemon.
"It's no trouble," he said quietly, hoisting the books up into his arms to hold them more easily. "I assume from your words that you do not live in the dorms; may I ask where it is you reside? I will carry these back for you, since you are already laden down with too much."
There was a slightly awkward pause as Requiem stood there, wondering which direction to go, but then he asked quietly "If it is not too bold to ask, how did you come to live outside of the dorms?"
The he felt rather stupid.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 3:19 am
The heat made a poor friend when you tried to concentrate and perhaps he had come off as somewhat... more discomposed than what he had expected to come off as to poor Requiem. It wasn't Phil's fault that he was like that. Often he couldn't really help himself when it came to little things like that which had additionally earned him his hazardous reputation, after all. He was unlucky -and often graceless- enough to get into all sorts of accidents at any and all times ever since he was quite young, of course it had helped build a rather solid tolerance for pain of any kind.
"It is very nice to meet you also." Phil beamed, despite his current... rather compromising situation. If there was one thing that was true about him it was that he loved meeting people, old friends or new and he loved growing close to them rather than apart, rarely making enemies but steadily gathering a group of acquaintances around him. It was almost like a natural reflex, in the end. "You were named after music?" Even if it was somewhat morbid to name a child after the particular kind of music that signified the end of things; and yet he couldn't help but ask seeing how fascinated he had always been by the arts and the worlds artists were able to create through them. He, himself had no artistic talent whatsoever.
Phil couldn't have known about Requiem's troubles over his race; there was simply no way for him to for he was by no means empathic nor was he able to read the mind or anything of the sort; but if he could he'd make haste to chase the boy's fears away in any case. The Majin was something like his field of expertise next to medicine and he was slowly, painstakingly and with the help of the people most close to him, trying with all his power to help them instead of hunt them down like most witches did.
"I just live down the street." Phil nodded his head starting off first to be able to successfully lead the way instead of giving directions all the time. "Thank you very much for your help, again." he smiled gently as he spoke those words holding his things together in his arms so nothing would fall causing him to start all over again. "And... well... I didn't really like being contained in the dorms." he admitted. "So... I worked odd-jobs whenever I had time to be able to rent a home; currently I work at the Pharmacy though, helping here and there." it was slightly awkward to admit that at this age instead of partying all day and night he was working regularly instead, if nothing because most people didn't think it to be normal. "Plus there was no room for a workshop in a dorm room... can you imagine me stuffing cauldrons, herbs, powders, books and everything else in a single room?" he laughed openly at the thought. "I bet I'd have to sleep in the wardrobe~"
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