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Post by Keeya Satori on Aug 26, 2014 18:44:18 GMT -6
The academy taught that a knight should be ready and able to use any weapon they had in order to defeat the forces of darkness. Keeya had taken the lesson to heart. The two weapons she knew she would always have were her mind and her body, and she trained both. She was among the strongest and fastest squires of her age, and brutal with her hands. She also knew the academy's library almost by heart.
She'd started with classical theory. Volumes exploring how and why magic worked the way it did and the same basic principles that every school of magic was built on, from rigid wizardry to deep sorcery to clerical prayer. The theory made up one stack of books. Dialogues on the nature and ethics of power made up another. The next three stacks were a scattering of natural philosophy, magical theory, world history, mathematics, theology, and anything else Keeya had thought might contain another crumb of pertinent knowledge. These stacks occupied one half of the table, and they were tall enough to obscure the other half, which kept another stack of books; this one unread, and one open book; Quintessence and Neumenon. One corner of the table was set aside for writing implements and a neat stack of notes.
The other table was occupied by a stack of magical tomes of various elements, drawing tools, and yet more stacks of notes; these less neat, disheveled by frequent reference. In the center of it all was a plain, blank book. The first few pages were idle notes and sketches. Then, direction. Organized entries and more detailed drawings made up a journal. Then, complex geometric shapes and words were beginning to make up a grimoire.
Somewhere, Keeya had found a blackboard. It was grey with chalk dust and fragments of words and drawings. Complex shapes had been drawn and redrawn, continuously refined since Keeya had woken inspired in the dead of night. It was getting to be noon, now, and Keeya's research had annexed a good-sized bit of the library proper after she'd started moving tables around. She'd broken for breakfast - brunch, really - only to come dashing back, erase a triangle and multiple sections of flowing lines of hylian text and replace them with a slightly different triangle and draconic runes. She had meticulously transcribed the whole thing on to a sheet of paper, then transcribed that sheet of paper along with several others to form a single, complex design that she'd carefully scribed in her journal. The first design was erased, and Keeya started again. Now she ate while she read.
Keeya had done this seven times, meticulously constructing diagrams that went on to become parts of a more complex design, which she scribed into her journal. These grand designs were punctuated with pages of notes and preliminary sketches deemed interesting enough to keep for posterity. She was working on the ninth, stood almost unmoving in front of a partial diagram. Occasionally, she would reference a tome, or some of her notes, or the one open book. Rarely, she would alter the diagram. They were growing more elaborate as Keeya grew more familiar with the technique.
Keeya reached out to wipe away 'the will is the world the will is change' and replaced it with 'sili uthaan lein'. Draconic was so much more direct.
Tag: @gwen
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 1:47:05 GMT -6
this is everything i wanted tonight. As she had been growing more frustrated than usual with her ineptitude for swordplay, Gwen had planned to approach Keeya after breakfast and request her assistance in training, but the other squire hadn't shown up until the tail end of the mealtime, and even then she just took some food and bolted for places unknown. And then Gwen had training, so she couldn't follow, unfortunately, though she was just about dying of curiosity.
Hours later, a very bruised and tired Guinevere dragged herself all over the Academy hunting her friend down with two sandwiches in hand; Keeya was being strangely erratic, manic even, and Gwen worried that in such a state she hadn't taken enough to eat from the breakfast layout. She went everywhere - classrooms, dorm rooms, training rooms, sparring halls, weapons storage, and did not locate Keeya. Eventually the only place left was the library, and though Gwen had her doubts, she was determined to look everywhere. And, lo and behold, there was Keeya. That surprised Gwen a little; she had always thought of her as a much more physical person than mental. Obviously the two were not mutually exclusive. Not in her case, anyway.
She was even more surprised as she surveyed the massive setup Keeya had established, and she was downright flabbergasted when she took a good long look and recognized magic. Gwen approached the opposite side of the table Keeya was working at, plopped the sandwiches down, and stared at the girl with barely-contained excitement. "Keeya, is this magic?" she asked, though it was less a question and more a quiet shriek. Of course it was magic. Gwen knew magic, and she suspected she knew the element, though she could hardly believe it - she had tried practicing it herself, to no avail. It didn't want to work with her. She didn't understand half the words she had written, and while that may have been because Gwen was attempting to read upside down, she was almost certain it was because Keeya was writing in a different language. Hylia knew what language, though. | TAGGED: Keeya Satori
NOTES: i'm here to feed you and yell at/with you about magic |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 14:54:06 GMT -6
♛ Well...she couldn't say she was too surprised by this outcome. There were rarer sights to see in life than Choly sleeping the day away and skiving a few lessons here and there. The laguz had enough competency to make an effort in attending the more important ones that assured her continuous attendance to the respected establishment, despite the scoldings she would receive from both tutors and friends in kind. Choly was aware her knowledge with regards to academics bordered on passable - for lack of a better phrase. Case in point, inadvertently tripping a teacher during a nap resulted in her having to haul the older woman's burden of book to their proper place in the library and catalog them in her stead, as punishment for the pulled muscle in her leg.
Despite Choly's legitimate apologies and overall embarrassment from the ordeal was still forced to amble through the corridors with slight vision as the mass of tomes and other scripts very nearly concealed her line of vision - which was just asking for an accident to happen, not to mention the strain on her arms was more than a little uncomfortable. It was only as Choly neared her destination did she realize it would have been more sensible to have taken them in sections rather than the whole bulk. She berated herself for the dismissal of something so obvious, albeit more time consuming, but her arms would have no doubt been singing praises. "No use crying over it now," she panted. "Almost there anyway...I hope." Quite honestly, due to her impaired sight she was walking mostly off muscle memory. But it wasn't that much of a hassle for her
A certain friend was no stranger to the library and by default sometimes found herself in the place tagging along. It baffled her how some actually loved the stuffy smell of books. Perhaps it was just her own sharpened senses at play but too often did she find herself sneezing in such close proximity to the library. Keeya on the other hand took to the place like fish to water - her stomach gave a small rumble. Woman's brain soaked up info like a sponge it was baffling to the laguz.
Choly caught sight of the door from the corner of her gaze. Sighing, she rotated her rear to face it, motioning her black tail upward and in one swift motion twisted the handle. The resounding click made her smile in success as she shimmied her way into the room, taking care as to not cause the stack to become unbalanced. 'So close! So close!'. During her mental cheer she failed to notice the chair in her path, what with her continuing to walk backwards even after her entry. Not her brightest idea. The voices her ears had detected became forgotten as she was now lying on the floor with a torrent of books falling toward her. "Ow..." After the initial impact she heaved her body up and sat cross-legged, arms by her head and content that her hood hadn't shifted unfavorably. A red-eyed stare took in the mild carnage she'd caused around her, and she dearly hoped none of those books were damaged or it'd be her tail on the line; quite literally. | @ Keeya Satori & @gwen notes: i had absolutely no idea what to write :'D sorry about the rambling
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58 Posts
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Post by Keeya Satori on Sept 3, 2014 15:20:02 GMT -6
SHAKE ME TO THE CORE MAKE ME STRONGER THAN BEFORE
Suddenly, Guinevere. Keeya jumped, jolted out of her world of runes and triangles by Gwen's question. She'd been so engrossed in her work she hadn't even realized Gwen was standing right there. "Shul! Niid- I mean- Gwen!" She was already blushing. Great. She hurriedly looked away and doodled a rhombus with some words around it in the margins of the spell she was working on, marking her place. "Sorry. Didn't see you there." She asked you a question, stupid! "I- yeah, this is magic," she stammered. "I'm turning my journal into a tome. Saves space." The crashing of books stopped Keeya before she could babble any further. "Choly?" Keeya leaned to peer around Gwen, and spotted her best friend sitting on the floor, the victim of a sudden bookalanche. She hurried to Choly's side and helped Choly to her feet, then pulled her into a hug. "It's good to see you. Let me help you with this," she said, then started re-stacking the fallen books. One of them was Nergal's Ruminations on the Nature of Things. Keeya picked it up and put it on top of the stack of unread books she'd accumulated. Gwen was still there. "Oh! Gwen, this is my friend Choly. Choly, this is Gwen." MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 11:10:00 GMT -6
this is everything i wanted tonight. Gwen was ready and willing to scold Keeya for her foul language again, until she belatedly realized that she had not in fact said any swear words. Gwen didn't know what she said, actually; it didn't sound like any word from Common that she recognized. She almost though about asking, but was distracted by the much more important matters at hand. "You are creating your own tome?" Her tone was just shy of incredulous, more on the side of awe. "That is - incredible. I can only use the tomes the Academy provides, I cannot even begin to imagine-"
Her warm-up into rambling was shortly cut off by loud crashing noises, and Gwen looked for the source of the commotion and found a large pile of fallen books with another squire sitting in their midst. She could do nothing but stare for a moment, but was quickly prompted into action by Keeya moving to restack the books, and Gwen went to assist. There were a lot; the squire probably had too many stacked too high. She made sure they were in two smaller, more manageable stacks, then picked one of the stacks up herself. Introductions were made and Gwen smiled. She was more than a little surprised that Keeya had initiated physical affection, since she always seemed to cringe away or be very uncomfortable whenever Gwen touched her, but that probably just meant that Keeya was closer with Choly than she was with Gwen. "Hello, Choly," she said, and lifted the stack she was holding slightly as if to indicate it. "Were you going anywhere in particular with these?' | TAGGED: Keeya Satori, @choly
NOTES: hue |
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