Lies of Paracelsus

an rp blog associated with the New Yesteryear rp group. Sideblog to @cometcalloway.

[redromanmarius]

Centurion lost in time

LUCTENMIRE- LILIC STAY 402/ Luctenmire Marius Titus found himself in Luctenmire, being handed a key to a specific house in what was called Lilac- a flower right? At least that’s what boggled his mind until he reached the area to unlock the door to a reasonably ok house with basic housing items in it, leaving confusing items such as microwaves, ovens and other new items left to chance here. He would check them later to be honest, for now he’d take a brisk walk through the area of Luctermire. Before he noticed, he felt … a little less protected. He had a red tunic on true, but he didn’t have his Centurion armor, or the comforting presence of his Gladius or the comfort of Damocles’s dagger with him. “What in the God’s name is GOING ON?!”

[liesofparacelsus]

"Hello, warrior! You're like me, no? Came here with no warning? Got a house key and a pat on the head and a single piece of candy?"

How fortuitous! Just as soon as he learns of a challenge with enticing rewards, he spots what could be a perfect partner to do most of the work... er, help him take it on.

"I haven't found much of an answer for why we might be here, other than the fact that we are... and it's felt sensible to me to try to make the best of it."

He's sidled up to Marius now, like they're friends.

"But I do know that there's a resort here in town that's giving away a free vacation to anyone who can kill a shark. And I can't kill a shark, but... I'm damn near sure I could figure out how to poison one. And if I supply the poison and you supply the muscle -"

In his excitement, his words are coming more quickly than he can handle. He stops for an extended coughing fit that sounds kind of bad.

"Sorry... sorry! I actually -"

The coughing fit returns, though he's able to get control of it more quickly.

" - came down here to see if the sea air would be good for my health. But that doesn't do me any good one way or another when I just got here and; well I'd hate to spend all of my limited money on lodging just as soon as I got some."

He looks up at Marius, bright golden eyes sparkling with promise (or was it mischief?).

"So what do you say, friend? Think between the two of us we have what it takes to take on a shark?"

[liesofparacelsus]

@nogreater

This is the right address, isn't it?

The home (forebodingly quiet) is well-built, well-furnished, and even slightly luxurious. This place sure seems to place newcomers from other worlds in high esteem, is one impression that he gets. Conflicting with another impression of being... stashed somewhere. Expected, welcomed, handled; put into a cup like a spider and released into one out of many identical, waiting houses.

The chance to keep a low profile is good, though. It's... good. And having a warm and comfortable place to land is better than being out in the cold.

Oh... someone definitely lives here. Just the way that he's seeing little signs of life. A wastebasket that needs to be emptied. Shoes by the front door made for feet smaller than his own. The realization makes him stop walking. Was there a mistake? Are universe travelers roomed together (sensible husbandry for a social species)? He doesn't want to intrude if this is the wrong house. And if it's the right house, he feels this impulse to study all of the stuff here, dig through the trash, even; but he considers quickly that whatever he might be able to learn from that wouldn't be worth getting caught doing it. And he's sure to meet a roommate soon enough.

"Hello?"

After working at Arche Abbey for so long, he is used to limiting how much space he takes up proactively. People like Simon Manus tend to take anything he gains to automatically be a kind of loss on their part, and therefore a threat if not a robbery outright.

His voice is not loud.

He tries again.

"Hell-O-o!"

Well, if anyone's home, they probably heard that, but the sound of it rings impatient in his ears. Not a great first impression. Wincing, and not trusting himself to make the situation any better by throwing more effort into it, he creeps further inside and sits politely on the couch to wait. He sets down his things, but he doesn't take off his coat. If this is not his home, perhaps he can at very least expect the resident to accept him as a guest for just a moment as they sort this out. If it is his home... he looks back at the small shoes by the door. Is his roommate short as well? He's used to being the short one, but he very well might be the tall one in this arrangement.

[liesofparacelsus]

@asphodelform

The course is called 'Modern Science for Beginners: From Atoms to Astronomy.' Some kind souls in Encoy were very upset at the thought of newcomers arriving here with little to no knowledge of the very subjects that they and their peers dedicate their lives to. They are very passionate about helping even a student with no knowledge gain at least a working idea of what is known about the universe.

Giangio prickles slightly at those words; "for beginners." He was one of the more accomplished Alchemists in Arche Abbey, the mysterious island fortress not far from Krat. The Alchemists of the Isle were a little obsessed with physical appearance, and strength especially, more than ever in their later days when Simon Manus took over. All Giangio had to compete with them were his sharp mind and skilled hands... and he did. It could really start to threaten his pride if he let it. Losing being good at the one thing he was good at.

But a true scholar would be overjoyed, not depressed and egotistical, to find a huge trove of new information. And so, humbly and step by step, he does his best to walk the way of that true scholar and learn what he can. If he could make impressive things with only the knowledge of the 1800s, what could he make with the knowledge of centuries beyond that?

Today's class was challenging for him. The instructor had a lot to say about space. A lot of it was sensible enough, but he still had a lot of questions, most of them sounding something like: how in the world can you know that? He has a sinking feeling, as well, that the development of the sciences in his own world may have been stunted by the Alchemists' religious underpinnings and pursuit of things like sleeping gods and immortality. And all the money they poured into commissioning giant statues of snakes. He has a lot of questions he could ask, but asking them out loud makes him sound uneducated. And he is uneducated, which is the worst part! So he only took detailed notes and identified some ideas to research more about on his own. Perhaps he'll ask the professor about some things directly during office hours.

Today's class was surely challenging for everybody else, too, unfortunately. Giangio's variant of the petrification disease is flaring up from the stress of needing to adapt to a new place very suddenly. And so he kind of. Spent the whole lecture coughing.

He turned to the student next to him several times to apologize quietly. It's hard to get a read on the man, though! He's very tall, and the way he concentrates on a lecture makes it hard to tell if he's... actually very interested in learning about space, or quietly plotting murder in case his neighbor's sickness isn't fatal.

Class ends, and Giangio runs to catch up with the giant... gentle or otherwise.

"Heyy, I'm really sorry for all that racket," he says with an easy smile, and a tone that manages to sound more friendly than desperate despite conveying 'don't kill me' at its core. "I'll sit in the back next time! I-i-it's hard enough to keep up when I attend all the sessions, so I can't afford to fall behind.. I-I-I hope you can forgive me!"

Wincing at the thought of giving the man a proper chance to respond and being scolded or even intimidated, he can't help but try and force the conversation on. Quick, what should he talk about? Class??

"Sooo... space... it's really big, isn't it? A-ha ha..."