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multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm
baedalites) wrote in multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm
Entry tags:
- @ ~ dreamscape,
- alexia swiftdawn,
- ava lockhart,
- charles xavier,
- hellboy,
- irene adler,
- james t. kirk,
- jones,
- nuala ní balor,
- rachel conway,
- steve rogers,
- } alan shore,
- } alter ego,
- } astrid farnsworth,
- } barbara gordon,
- } charity burbage,
- } don draper,
- } hermione granger,
- } mycroft holmes,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } nuada airgetsléa,
- } philomena flores,
- } rex lewis,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } sherlock holmes,
- } stephanie brown
birds singing in the sycamore tree
As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.
After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
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Being as familiar with world history as he is, he's not as surprised as perhaps he otherwise would be in regards to the wizarding community rejecting the notion of science (and of mingling with non-magical humans).
"All people are afraid of change. Certain climates make for a more perfect storm of willful ignorance than others. Our knowledge and capabilities expand over the years, but we make the same mistakes again and again, even across dimensions. All in the name of familiarity, and comfort, and tradition."
As he speaks, an impression rises up around him of patience, of watching and waiting, of the shifting of the status quo, the changing of the times. One can almost hear the wind and rain slowly eroding the mountains. His avatar gains more clarity, but seems to absorb a bit of the surrounding light instead of reflecting it. It might be an unnerving effect for some.
"Have you ever considered that many people accept science in theory, but not in fact?"
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"But that's the case for many things. I want to know more. I want to know all about the things that were 'pointless' to learn, but it takes a while." The universe refolds into a series of scrolls and short novels, wizarding titles with blank pages, and when he mentions the knowledge that was withheld inverts into rows and rows of books. Sebastian is still angry that so much of the muggle world was denied to him on the basis that it wouldn't prepare him for a practical magical career. If pressed, he would argue that critical thinking is a necessary skill for anyone, regardless of wizarding aptitude.
Scrubbing a hand over his face and spiking up his hair, reveals the scar, which somehow attracts the eye more than it ought to. It's not lit up, but there's a subtle pull to it that lessens once his hair is hanging back over in a messy fringe.
"As it stands now, I've done my piece and am not welcome back."
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"I have always found the phrase 'pointless knowledge' curious," he says. His features begin to meld back into forgettable obscurity; the scent of a storm fades away. The darkness, however, stays with him.
"After all, it is useful even to know falsehoods, as long as you are aware they are false."