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Post by karaikou on Aug 4, 2015 2:31:08 GMT
The city of Elderine had always been bustling with people from all over the world and it's multi-racial acceptance bolstered it's reputation as a hub of sorts, but it wasn't just this that drew the crowds of merchants, tourists and residents. The city was well known for having the largest and most prestigious open-library academy in the world, drawing folk from all walks of life and inviting them to take up a profession and hone their skills to an art.
One of the most popular forms of art studied there was magic, a powerful and crucial skill only few people were born with the natural talent to master. One such person was Sabutor, a young elven mage. His potential was reputable but his clumsy nature often held him back and a recent incident involving a Flame Walker and another student's papers had him stuck in the library reading about Conjuring spells and control, as well as studying for his exams.
He slid down in the red velvet chair and stared at the mound of hard covered books in front of him, some were old and some were new but not even their amazing smell could entice the elf actually study.
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Post by Boon on Aug 4, 2015 3:31:35 GMT
As reputable as the city of Elderine was, it was certainly not a city Boon found particularly becoming of his taste for isolation. There was one notable feature he had caught wind of during his stay, however. The city’s Academy was not only the perfect place to peruse magic literature from a foreign world, but it was also bound to be quiet. Quiet, controlled by an administration, and furnished with lofty chairs spaced generously apart from one another.
Fueled by this revitalizing thought, Boon pushes through the throngs of market-goers and merchants, making thorough use of his shoulders and elbows to carve a breathable, open path for himself, his cape billowing obnoxiously behind him.
Upon entering the Academy, the irritation that had been compounding while rubbing shoulders with the foreigners immediately dissolved. He inclined his head and released a sigh through his nose, before taking in a cursory glance of the central foyer. A tolerable place to take refuge.
With his mood elevated slightly, he strolls towards the library, where he was intent on spending the entirety of the day searching for the building’s most infamous literature. As he made for one of the back shelves, a strangely mountainous pile of books at a table caught his eye, and belatedly he noticed the young man seated before it. A twinge of snide annoyance crossed him when he walked past the elf, eyeing him side-long. Judging by his appearance, he was young; far too young to possess a bearable amount of maturity and intelligence, and therefore Boon decided at once that he hated him.
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Post by karaikou on Aug 4, 2015 3:46:46 GMT
The academy was semi quiet during the time of day for mid afternoon, students were either hauled up in classes, out in the field or studying quietly in the library and although there might have been fifty or so students reading books, gossiping quietly or doing homework, the library's sheer sized made it feel rather void of people.
Frizzled by the amount of work he had ahead of him, Sabutor barely acknowledged the presence of the far older stranger, though he could feel someone watching and due to that he grabbed the open book in front of him, drew his legs up on the chair, straightened his back and pretended he was focusing hard at work.
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Post by Boon on Aug 4, 2015 4:43:38 GMT
Boon sneered behind his collar. He didn’t buy the studious act, although the coincidentally-timed change in demeanor did amuse him. It was then that he decided the lad was not likely to give him any trouble, even if he was goaded into causing it.
Brazenly, Boon stepped to where the elf was supposedly engrossed in his studies, and watched him silently, eyes narrowed behind his spectacles, hands linked against the small of his back. “May I ask what it is you’re studying?” Boon says, voice tinged with a hint of patronization.
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Post by karaikou on Aug 4, 2015 5:04:46 GMT
The voice made Sabutor flinch, his false study was betrayed by his honesty as looked back only to see a stranger in... rather curious fashion. ''Conjuring and summons.'' the young lad answered meekly before clearing his statement, ''Magic.'' It wasn't exactly uncommon to be approached by strangers who wanted to strike conversation, in fact it was considered the norm but that didn't mean he wasn't paranoid this tall gentleman could have very well been a professor at the academy, going by his visual age and the notable staff on his back.
''Is that a staff? You practice the arcane arts too?''
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Post by Boon on Aug 4, 2015 5:47:34 GMT
The sneer Boon has been wearing takes on a more genuine tilt, if only for a fleeting moment. His staff was a source of pride to him, as it was the culmination of many arduous years of applied research, failed experimentation and ultimately success. “Oh yes,” He replied readily, canting his head to the side. “I practice a particular sort of arcanum. I doubt it’s something you would be familiar with, judging by what you’re studying.”
He reaches over and gingerly plucks one of the smaller books out from the intimidating pile, and cracks it open in his palm before thumbing to the table of contents. Fortunately, it was of a script that he had an adequate understanding of. “Conjuring and summons?” He repeats, glancing over the dusty old pages. “How rudimentary.”
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Post by karaikou on Aug 4, 2015 6:10:39 GMT
Sabutor didn't understand the word used as an insult to his fundamental studies and looked back to his pages with his usual soft smile. ''Probably, you're a lot older though-- and I've only been studying magic here for four and a half years, I'm still learning and conjuring isn't really what I want to specialize in anyway.''
He turned his nose to the book slightly and huffed, he had no rebelliousness in him and simply disliked the practice due to how terribly bad he was at it.
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Post by Boon on Aug 4, 2015 21:21:19 GMT
Boon lets out a short huff of a laugh, boredly perusing the spellbook in hand. "Four and a half years? And where has that gotten you?" He asks flatly, already exasperated by Sabutor's inexperience. "If you're struggling to comprehend the very foundation of your studies -- and clearly you are -- then what makes you think that giving it up to pursue an entirely new school will bode well for you?"
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Post by karaikou on Aug 4, 2015 21:51:54 GMT
He frowned slightly at the rather arrogant man and closed his book. "Theres different pathways, I'm not great at conjuring but I'm more than adept at spell casting and manipulating the elements." Sabutors nails scratched the cover lightly and he let out a small sigh. "I understand the fundamentals, I know what to do, I just have to teach that dumb walking fireball not to incinerate the belongings of my fellow students."
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Post by Boon on Aug 5, 2015 3:44:17 GMT
There was something unusual about this frazzled elf, in that Boon found his temperamental judgement abating the more he learned about his story. There was no doubt in his mind that the boy was hopelessly incompetent; he had gathered enough evidence throughout his long life to surmise that indeed, all people were generally incompetent ninnies until proven otherwise. And yet, Boon’s desire to maintain conversation with him continued heedless of said preconceived notions.
There was something else Boon found interesting, as well. Judging by the remark Sabutor had made about their age difference, and that he had remained respectful when speaking despite Boon’s haughty comments, it was possible that the student thought him to be an authority of the Academy. He was, after all, dressed eccentrically enough to blend in among a magic Academy’s residency. Perhaps he would test that theory in future.
“Oh, you do, do you?” Boon asks coyly, snapping his book shut before assailing Sabutor with another arrogant spiel. “You would be sorry to hear that one is never truly done learning magic, regardless of their chosen path. You are too young to understand that, and even less likely to believe it. You might think you know what to do, but there is much more to mastering these arts than what you can gather from dusty old books. Perhaps you are in need of better qualified instructors.”
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Post by karaikou on Aug 5, 2015 4:07:33 GMT
It's true that Sabutor was unsure of what authority Boon had, was he just another random stranger who had waltzed into the library or was his funny outfit actually some attempt at being 'well-dressed'? He ran a hand sheepishly through the back of his hair and tilted his head to Boon slightly.
''I could study every possible path my entire life but I'm only going to live a hundred and seventy or so years, you know that's a lot of time wasted on spells that aren't even any good to me. For example when will I ever need to summon a hoard of undead, turn into a raven or call upon a meteorite from the sky? I'm more than happy to learn about the arcane elements but... you see this other riff raff just takes time away that I could be spending on what I love.'' After he explained himself he looked up with a rather content smile and asked, ''So what magic do you love most?''
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Post by Boon on Aug 6, 2015 5:24:11 GMT
Boon decided to humor the boy, and relents his attitude, at least for the moment. He returns the old book to the pile with a light toss. “There’s no use arguing with someone so naïve,” He sighs glibly, smiling down at Sabutor with a smug slant. “But there is a sliver of truth in what you say. I’ve gained the knowledge I have today because I pursued what was important to me.” As he spoke, he reaches over a shoulder to unsheathe the prized weapon he carried proudly on his back. He held it firmly in both hands, and admired the sheen of its perfectly circular, glass encased clock face, before holding it upright at his side, tapping the base of its shaft onto the floor. “Temporal magic has always been my forte,” he states with his chest puffed, as if expecting Sabutor to be stricken with amazement.
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Post by karaikou on Aug 6, 2015 5:33:12 GMT
When Boon at first mentioned the word 'naïve' Sabutor's ears drooped, it was a common word that Sabutor was described as but he didn't see anything wrong with it. The only thing that bothered him was that this was often used as an insult he didn't really understand.
But the expression changed to something of bewilderment when the wizard boasted proudly, "So you can manipulate time? That's something almost unbelievable... I don't see how it's impractical or impossible but, wow." He grinned brightly, "I only thought the God of Space and Time could do that. Can you show me a spell?"
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Post by Boon on Aug 7, 2015 3:54:11 GMT
Boon’s grin widens, thoroughly pleased with the reaction his proclamation had gotten him, although he had expected it.
The unsolicited request to perform a spell irked him, however, and he didn’t hesitate to make that abundantly clear.
“Do I look like some common magician to you?” He asks huffily, glaring through his spectacles at the elf. “I make use of my skills when it is necessary, or when I feel the need to exercise them.” He delicately swipes a gloved finger along one of his staff’s metal prongs, as if rubbing a blemish off of its shining surface. He lets the silence draw out between them a moment, until another impish smirk crosses his lips.
“Perhaps I would be willing to make an exception, if you can prove yourself competent. Tit for tat and all that.”
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Post by karaikou on Aug 7, 2015 4:10:26 GMT
Excitement and interest provoked the request but he did not mean to make offence and a look of shock crossed his face. "Ah, I really didn't mean to offend you, I just haven't seen anything like that before."
It then occurred that he should introduce himself, uncertain if the Boon would accept a warm handshake as the student pulled himself from the chair. "My name is Sabutor by the way."
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