07-18-2016, 11:54 PM
"You don't play it. You let it play."
Arturo's regard of William and Margot remains somewhat taciturn, even boredly irritated when they both go into some depth about the 'studies' they are doing. He fingers the trigger guard to his duck hunt shotgun, laid so carelessly over the script and tome he'd obviously been reading from before their arrival. He is slumped in his chair slightly, breathing through his nose and waiting as the two bounce thoughts and concerns off of him.
That is, until William makes a note of the Chessboard and comments on it. Margot's own eyes had strayed there as well and Arturo's gaze glances off the isolated setup with a quick, animated flutter.
"The Mohawks would catch prisoners during the Colonial times and burn them in sacrifice to appease the varied spirits that they thought suffered under the presence of the European invasion. A means of appeasement matched in similar, if far more expansive relation within the Southern indigenous peoples of what we now know as Mexico. Fairly standard stuff. Rituals are, universally, mere conduits to obtain the attention of otherworldly things. Sacrifice was no less a method and saw wide spread use across all peoples. Vaudan among the Haitian and Caribbean peoples. The Cunning Folk and the provisions of children in service to the Fairies of old. Egypt's proliferating measurement of Sin found in he heart-..."
Nihm's hand rises, pinwheeling through the air as if most of this information were well known. Easily first year uni. sort of hallmarks that he's providing in safe and careful steps.
"Ritual is a form of communication, similar to the handshake prior to a greeting. Contact is made through carefully, layered translations from the self to the unknown, in an effort to garner attentions. What those attentions are for, of course...more often those performing the Rites are either well in the know or...enterprising little upstarts looking to make a name for themselves by interacting with something in the Exact. Wrong. Ways."
Nihm's tone is a rather sharp suggestion, a narrow eyed bit of precision that will immediately summon the pair of youth's attention toward him. He glances between the pair with a careful regard that tells stories of breaking freight trains doing 80 mph with nothing but a glance and a snort. The sort of elderly that knows World Wars, is Familiar with corrupt presidents and is probably three types of terrible to have carved out a chunk of the world up here in the foothills of Denver, all for himself.
"Is that the two of you? Looking to know more about Ritual so you can be stupid about it?"
Arturo's regard of William and Margot remains somewhat taciturn, even boredly irritated when they both go into some depth about the 'studies' they are doing. He fingers the trigger guard to his duck hunt shotgun, laid so carelessly over the script and tome he'd obviously been reading from before their arrival. He is slumped in his chair slightly, breathing through his nose and waiting as the two bounce thoughts and concerns off of him.
That is, until William makes a note of the Chessboard and comments on it. Margot's own eyes had strayed there as well and Arturo's gaze glances off the isolated setup with a quick, animated flutter.
"The Mohawks would catch prisoners during the Colonial times and burn them in sacrifice to appease the varied spirits that they thought suffered under the presence of the European invasion. A means of appeasement matched in similar, if far more expansive relation within the Southern indigenous peoples of what we now know as Mexico. Fairly standard stuff. Rituals are, universally, mere conduits to obtain the attention of otherworldly things. Sacrifice was no less a method and saw wide spread use across all peoples. Vaudan among the Haitian and Caribbean peoples. The Cunning Folk and the provisions of children in service to the Fairies of old. Egypt's proliferating measurement of Sin found in he heart-..."
Nihm's hand rises, pinwheeling through the air as if most of this information were well known. Easily first year uni. sort of hallmarks that he's providing in safe and careful steps.
"Ritual is a form of communication, similar to the handshake prior to a greeting. Contact is made through carefully, layered translations from the self to the unknown, in an effort to garner attentions. What those attentions are for, of course...more often those performing the Rites are either well in the know or...enterprising little upstarts looking to make a name for themselves by interacting with something in the Exact. Wrong. Ways."
Nihm's tone is a rather sharp suggestion, a narrow eyed bit of precision that will immediately summon the pair of youth's attention toward him. He glances between the pair with a careful regard that tells stories of breaking freight trains doing 80 mph with nothing but a glance and a snort. The sort of elderly that knows World Wars, is Familiar with corrupt presidents and is probably three types of terrible to have carved out a chunk of the world up here in the foothills of Denver, all for himself.
"Is that the two of you? Looking to know more about Ritual so you can be stupid about it?"