• Memory • The Storm & The Stillness (Caius)

In which Yolande & Caius experience the blizzard of Zi'da 716

The stronghold of education and learning, this fortress, in one of the coldest areas of Idalos, houses many who seek to enhance their knowledge and expertise in any number of disciplines. Unknown to most, however, below the public areas of the city, suffering for the sake of science is common. All are welcomed, though some who arrive are not treated as they might expect.

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• Memory • The Storm & The Stillness (Caius)

Postby Yolande » Tue Nov 14, 2017 5:48 pm

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72nd day of Zi'da, 716th arc
"Speech"


72nd - A massive blizzard rolls into the city, burying the residents within their homes until Defiance works are able to melt the snow away from the roads.
-716 Cold Cycle Calendar


Zi'da in Viden was about as cold as it could get. The residents of the frozen city were used to it of course, but although the change from freezing to absolutely freezing was probably unnoticeable to foreigners (who just felt frozen no matter what), the switch was enough of a change that Yolande felt it was appropriate to put a few extra layers on as she left the house that morning. It looked bad too. The sky was bruised yellow, a sure sign that snow was on it's way. Yolande thought little of it...

That would turn out to be a mistake. But she didn't know it yet.

Today, Yolande planned to spend her time wisely in the Prime Antheneum, researching. The subject of investigation fascinated her currently. She considered herself a writer first and foremost, but along with the territory of journal-writing came the love of study that was inherent to the eidisi. She was no exception to the rule. Study was, after all, the way she had been brought up. There was nothing better than immersing oneself in the solitude of studies and the oceanic contentment that was the interior of the library. She would be glad of it too, as the snow stung her cloak-submerged cheeks and tore her hair free to immediately get soaked in snow. The hike to the library seemed even further and more arduous than usual, but eventually she made it and stomped her feet to remove the settled snow.

The library was quieter than usual, probably because of the weather. That just meant that Yolande had the space almost to herself, which suited her. She took her ink and journal and found the bookshelf she was studying from, and the particular book that had held her interest the past few trials.
Investigation: A 'How To' Guide

The book was rather ragged, which suggested someone had once taken it from the library on their investigative journeying. The eidisi woman did not approve, but the deed was already done. Unless she could travel through time, an interesting concept, it seemed unlikely she could do anything about it now. She settled herself at a desk and flicked to the page she had left off at.

"Contacts are an important resource for the budding investigator. You cannot be everywhere at once, however, contacts may broaden your vision and your scope of the situation. As an investigatory tool, contacts are essential. How do we define and categorise the contact? A contact is someone who you have a fair relationship with, one that could perhaps be considered a friend or indeed an acquaintance. The most integral aspect of the contact however is that they are willing to, and frequently offer, information to yourself, the investigator. It is crucial that the contact is either, a) someone who has access to the common folke and the thread of rumours that runs through any gathering of civilisation, or b) someone that has a type of connection to the inevitable underworld, or criminal factor, of the city or town in which you are searching for information. Such contacts may be difficult to find, however..."

Yolande had not even finished the first paragraph of the chapter before she was rudely disturbed. She looked up, leaving her finger on the place she had got up to, and said curtly, "What is it." The concerned clerk appeared apologetic, but considering the emptiness of the building she did not see why she should be interrupted.
"Well, I'm afraid the storm outside has got worse, madam. The library staff are expecting the weather to continue in the same vein, so to speak, and thought it best to alert the few who are left in case they, you, wish to leave." The clerk shuffled awkwardly as Yolande gazed with icy eyes at the young man. She almost considered a rude retort, but the man was only doing his job after all. Instead, with a brief sigh, she said, Thank you." It was a dismissal, and the young man walked off, leaving the eidisi to stand up and look out the window. Or at least, attempt to look out. The world was a swirling mass of almost solid snow. Now that she was paying attention, she could hear the winds howling too, their gusts rattling the panes. Cold air seeped in to the space, and she shivered as a rattle of hail drummed like a tattoo on the dim glass.

But should she leave, and risk the blizzard, or should she stay and hope that it would clear.
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Postby Caius Gawyne » Wed Nov 15, 2017 4:51 pm

Gawyne was cold, wet, and rocky, but Viden was frozen. Always. While the chill had been bearable earlier in the cycle for the young noble, the cold cycle had allowed him to experience new depths in temperatures his usually over-active mind had never bothered to personally imagine. The signs of snow weren’t foreign to the northerner, either, and as he left his dormitory residence bundled almost laughably beneath too many layers to be comfortable, he felt the weight of the impending blizzard in the moist air that threatened to steal his breath and freeze his lungs solid before he could even make it to the Prime Antheneum for work before class.

His grandfather would have told him to stay home, he would ruefully remind himself trials later, but that would have made him a poor scholar, especially under the judgmental pupil-less gaze of his Eídisi peers.

The walk was torturous, and Caius noticed there were fewer students about than he expected. The young Gawyne was content to judge them in their absence—here he was a mere human enduring the weather for the intellectual pursuits Viden held so highly. Their loss. His gain. The wind clawed and the snow clung to him so that by the time he wrestled the great library doors shut behind him, his pale, exposed skin felt raw and ravaged. He hardly bothered to kick snow from his boots so much as quickly slip out of all of his layers, making use of the coat room to leave behind both his fur-lined winter coat and his dress coat as well as his scarf and gloves. The shift in temperature was just enough to make him momentarily dizzy, cold-flushed face burning like fire, and he paused with a hiss in the hall to check his vest pockets for the list of books he’d be pulling from the shelves for repair today.

A curse hung on the tip of his sharp tongue until numb fingers found the folded parchment—thank the Seven—and Caius made his way to the small desk on the first floor where the library clerk sat, her impatient gaze just as cold as the wind outside by the time the young Gawyne placed his bony elbows on the smooth stone,

"You’re late." Her tone never changed with him, to be honest, and while she wrote his name down to check him in for work, she didn’t look back up at him for a second time, "Again."

"Have you even been outside?" He smirked without a hint of apology, his annoyance better delivered in his opinion only by the well-trained virtue of his noble upbringing. The blue-skinned locals hardly took the time to warm up to interlopers like himself. Even after almost an entire season in Viden, he’d hardly seemed to have really found his way through the frozen skin of his classmates, though perhaps it was more for lack of trying than inferiority on his part.

He barely bothered to wait until the clerk had set her quill down before he slipped away, noting that two of the books he was to gather and make ready for repair were disappointingly on the first floor and the last one was on the second to-trial. The rare treat was some third floor book needing attention, especially the ones on the Immortals or something obscure, but, then again, it was rarer still that Caius had much time to wander those aisles as freely as he’d prefer.

The wind roared against the windows as he passed by, the dim light that filtered through the clouds was made etherial by thick flurries of snow. The weather was worse already, and the young Gawyne frowned.

Aisle after aisle without student or staff met his purposeful walk through the stacks, blue eyes scanning the carefully penned numbers on shelves and spines until he came to the first section on his list. It was easy to spot the volume in need of care: a small, leather-bound book on the lifecycle of Videnese plant life with half the gilded spine peeling away to reveal the ribbon-bound signatures underneath. The book was clearly small because the frozen wasteland couldn’t possibly be hospitable to too many green growing things, Caius told himself as he slipped the book from its place, mentally marking his list. Two more books remained.

He paused to open the book and note where several of the signatures had begun to slip free of their stitching, where glue had petrified and cracked. The volume was a first edition. Perhaps a re-print would have to be requested, he mused.

Moving on, he found his second tome in need of repair: a thick, heavy book that titled itself something fancy for being a bestiary of Scalvoris. His notes said pages had been torn, but as he paused to thumb through it, it appeared as though an entire section had been physically removed. There wasn’t much repair for that, and Caius narrowed his eyes to study between the books of the same shelf—there. Between two other books was the lost section, wrinkled and sad. He tucked it into the cover with a satisfied smirk and made his way to the stairs, already planning how he'd have to remove the cover and rebind the entire book in order to return the lost section. It would require a bit of sewing, and the size of the tome made the thought somewhat daunting.

His last book was in an area of the second floor stacks he’d never had to wander much before. He brushed past another human, a man no older than himself, a clerk he recognized, and they nodded at each other. The young man stopped him, too, with a hand and a furtive whisper,

"I’m to warn everyone that the weather isn't expected to be improving. You’re probably welcome to leave, though I see you’re working too."

Caius shrugged. He didn’t have anywhere else to go, "Like it’s going to get better until Ashan? I’m fine.”

”I hope so.” The clerk rolled his eyes. No one wanted to take him seriously, it seemed, and so he walked back down the stairs to take care of himself instead.

The young Gawyne glanced warily back out of the windows, but there wasn’t much to see besides snow. How much worse could it get? The weather here was already far beyond even his northern upbringing. Returning to his search, he found the section where the last book was supposed to be, but his searching gaze was met with an empty gap. Someone had his assigned book, though he’d been assured none of his volumes had been checked out.

Some careless, exhausted scholar hopefully left it on a table somewhere.

The bestiary was annoyingly cumbersome, but Caius began to wander the study area between the stacks. There were only two students studying, both Eídisi of course. Just his luck. The noble didn’t bother being coy or suave about his needs, however, and as he made his way to the first student, a woman taking notes, he set his two books just heavily enough on the table to make a dull thud, palms leaning on the cover for a moment, enjoying for just the briefest of trills that he was looking down upon the blue-skinned student instead of the other way around. There was ink visible under his fingernails and a smudge of something on one knuckle,

"Excuse me, miss." He wasn’t shy, either, and his tone lacked the hesitance of the clerk. If anything, the air of his position as bookbinder’s assistant was his only tenuous hold on authority he could muster, "May I just see the call number of your book there? I’m looking for a particular volume for repair."

He was digging the folded sheet of parchment back out of the breast pocket of his brocade vest, blue eyes noticeably shifting toward a much warmer green as if he was amused. His tone was as far from apologetic as the weather was from pleasant, "I’m afraid you may have it."

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Postby Yolande » Fri Nov 17, 2017 4:56 pm

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"Speech"
'Writing'


The whirling snow soon put her in her place. She would stay, if only to avoid the extremeness outside, but also because she felt like continuing. So she sat, and pulled herself into concentration again.

"... However, if you are sociable and enterprising, contacts can be found in any and all walks of life." The paragraph she had been reading concluded. Yolande mused to herself that the writer of this particular textbook seemed to forget to include the hows and whys of investigation. It was all well and good writing that, 'contacts can be found in any and all walks of life', but how would the recipient of this text actually go about making said contacts if the writer didn't leave any clues on how to do it? She flicked through the next couple of pages speed reading, but could find only more elongated prose and babble. With disappointment, she shut the book and rested it gently on the desk with a soft sigh. The wind howled outside, but such sounds were muted as she dipped pen into ink and began to write in her own workbook.

''Investigation: A 'How To' Guide'. By,' She stopped, and peered over at the title page as she looked for the author's name. 'By Sasin Bael. A promising handbook on the day-to-day usage of investigation to undertake traditional detection work. This book focusses, naturally, on cities such as Viden rather than towns and villages, where presumably there is less of a need for an investigator. Here are my notes on the text itself,' Yolande was about to begin writing up what she had read so far, when yet again a male voice ran through her thoughts like a knife. This time, having not been fully listening, she was far from polite as she looked up angrily at the man that stood nearby. "What."

He seemed cocksure and was indeed rather tall and handsome, Yolande supposed. He stood with a couple of raggetty books in his arms and looked like a student. That wasn't much of a surprise in itself... Everyone looked like a student in Viden, especially if they were one of the only other people in the library on a day such as this one. She met his eyes, and carefully levelled a stare as she stood without ceremony. "I did not catch what you said. I presume you want this book, though." The eidisi's lips twisted. "As you already have two, I will return this once I have finished. You may have it then." That, as far as she was concerned, was it.

But he hadn't left, nor seemed to wish to leave even considering her final words. Irritation brewed, and then dimmed as the woman realised her hasty reaction to the stranger's intervention that could have been good-willed after all. "I am almost finished, however." The addition was said with a slight feeling of remorsefulness, due only to her rash decision to bite the man's head off when she hadn't even registered what he had said to begin with.
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Postby Caius Gawyne » Fri Nov 17, 2017 11:25 pm

Of course he’d annoyed the Eídisi. That seemed to be a given. Caius didn’t smile though he probably should have, blue eyes instead straying from her pupil-less gaze to the young woman’s quill and her notes before returning to her face. Blue skin and sharp features made his glance border on the rudely curious until he caught himself. Even while seated, she still managed to find an expression that looked down on him. Viden was perhaps the first place he’d visited and felt short-statured among its blue-skinned natives, spun tall and lithe like glass statues in some noble’s fancy garden made of ice. Among humans, he struck a more impressive figure, though the narrowness of his frame made him more lanky than intimidating to most. The northern noble was comfortable with being underestimated around everyone else, but here mingling with so many Eídisi, it was aggravating to be assumed inferior before given a chance to even open your mouth.

She admitted she hadn’t been listening and the young Gawyne’s smirk bordered on the smug, his eyes noticeably shifting with hints of amber and green. Unlike her tone of impatience, his remained even despite her outburst, as if he would have taken pleasure in lording what small authority he could claim over her if he could. He had nothing, of course, not really, but well-bred habits of his noble birthright was difficult to entirely stifle even this far from home. Ink-stained fingers ran over his vest as if it needed straightening and he shrugged dismissively,

"I asked to see the spine, actually. The call number. I’ve got a list of books to rebind to-trial for the Head Librarian and I think that you’ve got the last one on my list—"

He slid the chair he was next to out with a foot and moved to sit in it without asking, expression warming into what could only be described as a mischievous grin,

"—I’ll wait." He quipped in the momentary pause where maybe one of them or both of them would have wanted to hear an apology. Instead, Caius’ once again blue eyes studied the book in question for a trill or two as if he could discern what he wanted without actually seeing the call number or the title. Some of the pages appeared loose and the corners of the cover dogged. It didn’t actually seem as well worn as the other two books he’d found from his list, but he wasn’t holding it in his hands or studying it yet, either. Speaking of, he hadn’t quite examined the other two books to plan what they needed in terms of repair, either.

He separated the two other books he’d set so loudly on the table a moment ago as if he had something to do with them, placing them one beside the other and settling into the seat as if he had every intention of staying as long as it took,

"Don’t rush on my account. The weather appears intent on keeping both of us." The young Gawyne could have been serious. He could also have been sarcastic. It was nearly impossible to tell by the tone of his voice. He didn’t look up right away, black-smudged thumb running over the worn leather of one of the two books’ covers, "Is that Investigation: A ‘How to’ Guide by Sasin Bael? Or is it something else? It’s missing from the shelf and nothing on my list was supposed to be checked out. Given the snow, I doubt the book has traveled too far."

He tilted his head across the room to indicate the other student, another Eídisi, whose back was to them hunched over a pile of books and two scrolls. Caius was willing to admit he’d guessed the wrong person to harass.

But he hoped he hadn’t.
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Postby Yolande » Sun Dec 10, 2017 2:52 pm

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Begrudgingly, Yolande pushed her chair slightly aside to keep some degree of personal space between the two of them. In the quietness of the library, it was rather odious to be in such close proximity to someone else, even if they were there on the orders of the Head Librarian. That gave her pause enough to gaze properly into his eyes, seeing only a kind of amused, irritating look that immediately made the shutters go down even as soon as they had temporarily lifted. If he was prepared to wait, then wait he should. It wasn't as if she had any obligation to speed after all, considering he had specifically said not to rush. She interpreted all his words as sarcasm, but it didn't stop her from briefly smiling back tightly and agreeing with him.

"You get yourself comfortable. I will take my time with my work." She began to continue writing, but felt his eyes on her. It took a great degree of control not to turn her head and tell him to fek off, in the politest of ways she could possibly conjure. Something about the man made her frustrated. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself, confidently and without any hesitation, as if the world was his for the taking. It could have been an emotionally influenced opinion, irritated as she was, but she somehow doubted it. Nevertheless, she dipped her pen into the ink and continued writing, scrawling looped letters across the page.

This time, as the man began to talk once more, she didn't even stop writing, and simply murmured a quick, "Yes", in response to his wordy question. "If you would stop the small talk, I'm sure I will finish this far quicker than if you keep interrupting me."
First of all, she wrote, in this section, the author details the importance of contacts in an investigative practice. When one is searching for information, the writer says that your own vision and reach can and will be expanded by fostering contacts with various types of figures through the city. The most important aspect of a contact is that they are likely to come across various different types of information, and secondly that they are willing to divulge this information to the one who is acting as the investigator. She blotted the page, and refilled her pen with ink thoughtfully.

By now, she had managed to successfully phase the man out as if he was not even there. A few more words were forthcoming, but she was sure she had almost finished this particular write-up of the book. She continued, slowly writing down an extract with a page number for future reference, and then made one final comment. If I were to make contacts, who should they be? There are many across all walks of life in this city that would make good candidates. Some, perhaps, could be found here in the library where I write this. Others could be found in the markets or the taverns. One from each Prism would, I'm sure, bring a steady source of information from these living quarters as many occurrences happen in these places. Finally, although as of yet unmentioned by the book's author, it might be beneficial to get a contact from another city or one who regularly visits many places. Foreign information might not be that useful for those that are resigned to a singular place of investigation, but to others who might need to search further afield, a foreign contact would come in handy.

Yolande took a deep sigh, and turned to the man who had been surprisingly patient, despite the occasional flickering of books and general discomfort of one who was waiting with very little to do. "I must thank you for your patience, I suppose. Here, the book that you wished to take." She picked up the slim book and passed it over carefully. She had listened to why he had wanted it, after all, and even despite his intrusion she was interested in his work. As if there had been no tensions between the two, she levelled her gaze at his peculiar eyes. "As it is quiet, perhaps I could accompany you as you re-bind these books. I will not get in the way," she refrained from saying snidely 'like you', "And if my presence is ever unappreciated I will return to my studies. Only, this is the tome I am currently working from, and it would disrupt the flow of my workbook to start on another book before having finished this one. If you agree, please, show the way."
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Postby Caius Gawyne » Thu Dec 28, 2017 1:23 pm

"Fine." He hissed in a hushed tone, but obeyed her wishes. The blue-skinned woman wasn't going to just let him get his way, that was for sarding sure. Despite his somewhat disillusioned attitude toward his noble upbringing, even Caius could admit that he was spoiled and comfortable in all of the privileges his birthright allowed him. There were things he was used to—getting his way was definitely one of them, though his arc in Viden had slowly polished away some of the hard edges he'd once kept. Some of them. But not all. Struggling to keep his well-practiced noble sneer in check, the young Gawyne settled into his chair and opened each of his books in turn, carefully.

The first flora book was in better condition on the inside than the outside had revealed, with only a few loose signatures that would need resewing. Ink-stained fingers ran over the illustrations, carefully carved plates of delicately beautiful Viden flora. He chewed his bottom lip and felt his impatience drain away as he thumbed through the rest of the short old book, finally turning it over, pages-down, so he could examine where the spine was coming loose, peeling some of it himself in order to investigate the glue and the ribbon bindings. Everything had begun to rot away on the inside, decaying faster than the rest of the book, as if someone had dropped something wet on the spine seasons or arcs ago. He'd have to cut away the cover entirely and start from scratch, and Caius' curious now-amber gaze drifted over the gilded decorations as if committing them to memory, hoping he could reproduce them with the same effect.

Gingerly closing the flora book and setting it to one side, he slid the heftier beastiary closer, glancing up at the studious Eídisi who was taking her sarding time taking notes and reading the last Fates-be-damned book he needed for his work to-trial.

The bestiary had seen a lot of wear and some sarding idiot had gone and removed an entire section of neatly folded pages, shoving it in the shelf without care. The book was huge, awkward, and Caius set the removed section aside on top of the flora book while he began to explore the interior of the large tome, hoping to find where the pages had fallen from. The illustrations were even more interesting than the previous book, for apparently Scalvoris was nothing if not full of strange creatures. The northern noble allowed himself to scan some of the pages with more than just a passing interest, aware that northern Gawyne was a feral place, full of wild creatures and cold weather more than people, but what lurked on the island to the east of Viden seemed just as impressive, if not moreso. He lingered for quite some time, no longer looking up to check on the blue-skinned woman's progress, finally stumbling upon the gap in the bound pages where the section had been removed.

Before sticking the pages back in so that he knew where they came from, he examined the spine through the space, parting the stitching with careful fingers and running a fingernail over the glue. He would definitely have to remove this cover, too, and rebind the whole book. Sard it all.

Looking up when the Eídisi addressed him, he blinked and closed the bestiary, reaching for the book she'd been studying from, "Thank you." He glanced at it, palms over the cover, checking for looseness, eying the spine for wear. It looked to be in the best condition of the three, and so he opened it, thumbing past the pages she'd been taking notes from, testing the signatures finding them still tight. Perhaps it could just be reinforced and he wouldn't have to bind three books in a trial, for this one simply needed some hinge repair. The woman was talking and for a moment, her words didn't process, so caught up in his examination was the young Gawyne,

"What? You want to come with me?" Caius repeated her question, glancing up at her and studying her face with the same careful consideration that he'd just been giving her study aid, scoffing haughtily, his choice words most likely revealing he wasn't a native to Viden, "Well, I don't sarding see why. I can bring the book back to you—" Still, his once again sharp blue eyes drifted to the blizzard that was very obviously happening outside the windows, and it seemed as though the blue-skinned woman was admitting she'd find herself with a lack of anything to do. He couldn't deny her, not really, "—bogs. I suppose that's alright. No one's really here to-trial anyway, so I doubt the restoration department will be staffed."

He stood and began to stack the books, "I'm Caius, by the way." The young Gawyne didn't bother giving his surname and he didn't bother apologizing for his persistence, not necessarily without regret for his intrusion so much as having learned that giving the Eídisi quarter when it came to correctness just allowed them free reign to step all over his small, hard-won slice of authority in the library, illusory though it was.

Still, the northern noble offered a smile, brief but bright, before he turned and began to lead them through the stacks toward the back halls in the deeper parts of the Prime Anthenum, "Follow me."

Caius considered making small talk as he hugged the trio of tomes to his narrow chest, eyes wandering call numbers and spines, feet taking the familiar path toward the quieter working wing of the library. If it was closed, at least he had keys, after all, "So, uh, are you studying how to study or did you need this Bael book on investigation for a class?"

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Postby Zipper » Fri Jan 19, 2018 12:24 pm

Overview : First frickin sentence: "Gawyne was cold, wet, and rocky" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thankfully, your part of the thread wasn't quite as nerdy as Yolande's and it was a pretty sweet breeze to get through. Obligatory 'what a shame, this thread had potential and too bad it was abandoned'. And it was; thread kinda got ditched where the character interactions were taking off. Do all Eidisi have a stick up their arse? lol. Enjoy your points.


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