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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 2:54 pm
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Oliver moved like he was about to nod, but he hesitated. The way Renard spoke made it seem like there was a method—however obscure—to rid of the ability in its entirety. Still, as he thought about it, Shiloh came to mind; how much longer had his brother been immersed in magic compared to him? He could wave his hand and have plants obeying his fingertips, have corpse-people at his beckon, do all sorts of other crazy s**t, and then Oliver? Well, he could transform into a raccoon.
He was frowning, but there was something like resolve in his disposition too. Should he really throw this away? And then there was the thing with the undeath bond...
"Yes." He said after a moment of consideration, "I think it could prove to be more... beneficial to live alongside it, rather than stifle it entirely." His hands were gripped tightly around his drink.
He could pull his own weight too.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 6:30 pm
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Oliver was nodding as he jotted some things down in his book. Renard may have taken the dates as a suggestion, but Oliver evidently took them as law. All his scheduled tasks were neatly crossed out upon completion, some highlighted with a key that only Ollie would know. It was how he kept sane, honestly, considering how busy he was.
And it looked like it was going to get busier.
Still, he relished the chance to actually learn about his magic. Anything to become more useful—competent—whatever. "That works perfectly, actually." He had a class in the morning, but he tried hard to keep the later hours of the day relatively free. Despite this, most of his homework was completed between the 10pm-5am hours in fits of wakefulness. "I would rather you be harsh than complacent. Being told that I'm making progress without having done so is more irritating than anything. Besides the fact that it'd only be a waste of both of our time."
He nodded to himself.
"An address?" He looked back up at Renard, pen still pressed against the paper. "I do appreciate this, by the way."
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2017 6:27 pm
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A few pen scribbles later and the information was jotted down. "If there's one thing I'm good at," He spoke as he closed the planner up, "It's my academics." He enjoyed studying, even if he went too far with it. He liked learning, even if he drove himself anxious over it. Magic was something new entirely, and it was almost... exciting, in a way? Renard Leroux...
Oliver did hesitate for a second, but he extended his hand out after a moment. "Sure." So much for the not-liking-touch-standoffish thing. Oliver supposed it was a good sign, if anything.
Then again, the absence of his thumb print burned with phantom pains, even though he was certain the invisible injury was past the point of hurting. ******** Ezra.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2017 6:53 pm
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Renard took one of the paper napkins, and used it between the two of them to avoid touching. "This ought to lessen the impact, if nothing else," he said. "I didn't have very long to put it together; if there are negative effects, all you have to do to break it is take red ink and break the circle."
He took a felt-tip marker and quickly inscribed a more refined version of his planner-doodle. "A quick lesson to begin," he said. "A circle indicates protection. The Norse rune for protection and defense, Hwaz, connects three triangles that form the three points of algiz, the life rune. Hwaz was sacred to Odin, who gathered the souls of the dead; there is also the rune yr, the death rune. Life cancels out death, and leaves behind protection. Triangles are an especially stable shape, and three gives better protection than simply leaving you with a circle."
Renard capped his marker, and, finally, tapped his bare fingertip against the drawing on Oliver's palm. It flared a light lavender, and disappeared. "If you turn your hand to catch the light, you'll be able to see it," he said. (If Oliver tried it, he would see the lines drawn in a silvery spider-silk shade beneath the whorls of his palm.)
"Wednesday at six? I'll have a syllabus ready for you then."
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 6:18 pm
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Oliver watched in absolute wonder as Renard set out to work, his eyes trying to burn the image of the symbol into his irises. First improptu lesson, don't forget it Beaumont. "And you did this all on the fly?" He said after a while, his eyes watching the tip of the marker all the way through Renard's explanation of the shas.
Circles for protection, triangles for stability, three seemed to be important evidently. Life cancels death, so did that mean contradicting symbols brought a rune back down to equilibrium? And all of this about Norse runes... did they have any meaning specifically? Magic was about belief wasn't it, so was it solely a technique that Renard implemented himself?
Anyone could see that Oliver's mind was whrring a mile a minute.
"That's interesting..." He said after a moment, eyes glazing over his hand as he turned it in the light. It was barely there, but he could see the light colored outline of the mark. "That works, absolutely. Anything I should bring other than my person?" If Renard was a harsh taskmaster, then Oliver was a harsh student, compromised of 50% intrigue and 50% questions. He'd bring paper and pencils of course for notes, but he had a feeling that magic was much more hands on that anything he'd dealt with before...
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 7:59 pm
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Oliver took a mental note. Sketchbook was more than doable, sharpies were easy to come by, especially for a scrapbooker. Oliver was... sort of paying attention to the tapping? He had an odd fixation with hands from the get go, but if the doodling was ever a clue, then he had a sneaking suspicion that Renard didn't do things without meaning behind them.
Or, well, he was reading into it.
At his question though, Oliver tried to focus. For now, his mental world was silent. "I mean, if anything out there is... dying." He made a face, "I can't tell for the moment. I'm sure I'll have a more decisive answer by the end of the day." He offered a small smile.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 6:48 pm
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