07-24-2016, 10:48 PM
What had he wanted to know? Had he actually told Margot what all of this had been about? Surely, they had discussed the knife and the money and the ancient bits of knowledget hat he had been seeking for the sake of finding them but they probably hadn't actually gone into what, specifically, he was looking for. What holes was he looking to fill that had been left by his mentor's library?
There are things William doesn't know. He doesn't know that he's actually trying to press past territories that Henry had yet to actually venture, doesn't realize that these aren't gaps left by his mentor purposefully- they are merely gaps in the learning process, they are things that just flat out don't exist there. Margot is silent and William- after giving the chessboard another look with the transmutation of pieces (something that keeps his attention, brows raised and a look near delight on his features because cool)
He's adjusting the messenger bag on his hip and retrieves a book. And another book which he's opening and shaking out to try and free a piece of folded paper (24x36 folded neatly into a size that was reasonable and creased with the sort of precision that only came with practice and magickal intervention)
"I have a map," he says, has finally started unfolding it and has awkwardly perched one book in the other hand only to try and pawn one of the journals (not textbooks he seems to have brought with him, nope, books full of writings and musings and research), "and based on historical record, mythology, and observation I've put together what could be a basic assumption of various spiritual planes and what may or may not reside there. It is not even remotely close to being complete."
And thus, the young man has unfolded the map that he has drawn and erased and drawn and erased and written on in (mostly) English and (sometimes) French. It's a clean copy, though. Doesn't appear to be his working draft, but rather, the one he drags out for other people. The young man has a hypothetical place with layers, the basic layers that people live in and above that being a realm of spirits and concrete ideas (Reflection) and one beyond that for less concrete concepts (Abstractions- near and Abstractions-far, respectively). A place further out pour Célestins. It extends downward as well, the human realm being in the middle between them all. Going from the lands of the dead (the underworld, existing below the surface) to oblivion, to the abyss with a dotted line drawn between the highest layer and the lowest with a question mark there. Things are labeled with occasional historical names that one would come across in folklore. Notes pointing to stories and ideas and what-have-you, but the general ideas seem clear enough.
Less like the writings of a madman, but it's very clear that what he's done has required a fair bit of cleanup and that, perhaps, some things may have been lost in their translation. Brows raised and, if he was allowed, the young man would lay the map out somewhere to be looked at. If not, he kept it in hand, held awkwardly at arm's length so he could look and talk at the same time.
"My thoughts are that the beings of stories and folklore and old religious practice would reside somewhere along this spectrum," he says as he gestures across the spirit realm parfait he'd drawn out with a journal in hand, "and that greatly differing practice in communicating with some other being would indicate a plane of existence that isn't originally factored into this mark up.
"To go one step sideways, it stands to reason that- if we are operating under the idea that there are spiritual beings that operate with and away from the world we see- the way that we interact with our world impacts theirs and vice versa. You could hypothesize what would have to happen on a spiritual front in order to explain real world events and what real world events could conceivably do and react like across the entire continuum."
A second. Ten seconds. He realizes he's rambled and it seems to dawn on him.
"I'd like to know if my theory holds water."
There are things William doesn't know. He doesn't know that he's actually trying to press past territories that Henry had yet to actually venture, doesn't realize that these aren't gaps left by his mentor purposefully- they are merely gaps in the learning process, they are things that just flat out don't exist there. Margot is silent and William- after giving the chessboard another look with the transmutation of pieces (something that keeps his attention, brows raised and a look near delight on his features because cool)
He's adjusting the messenger bag on his hip and retrieves a book. And another book which he's opening and shaking out to try and free a piece of folded paper (24x36 folded neatly into a size that was reasonable and creased with the sort of precision that only came with practice and magickal intervention)
"I have a map," he says, has finally started unfolding it and has awkwardly perched one book in the other hand only to try and pawn one of the journals (not textbooks he seems to have brought with him, nope, books full of writings and musings and research), "and based on historical record, mythology, and observation I've put together what could be a basic assumption of various spiritual planes and what may or may not reside there. It is not even remotely close to being complete."
And thus, the young man has unfolded the map that he has drawn and erased and drawn and erased and written on in (mostly) English and (sometimes) French. It's a clean copy, though. Doesn't appear to be his working draft, but rather, the one he drags out for other people. The young man has a hypothetical place with layers, the basic layers that people live in and above that being a realm of spirits and concrete ideas (Reflection) and one beyond that for less concrete concepts (Abstractions- near and Abstractions-far, respectively). A place further out pour Célestins. It extends downward as well, the human realm being in the middle between them all. Going from the lands of the dead (the underworld, existing below the surface) to oblivion, to the abyss with a dotted line drawn between the highest layer and the lowest with a question mark there. Things are labeled with occasional historical names that one would come across in folklore. Notes pointing to stories and ideas and what-have-you, but the general ideas seem clear enough.
Less like the writings of a madman, but it's very clear that what he's done has required a fair bit of cleanup and that, perhaps, some things may have been lost in their translation. Brows raised and, if he was allowed, the young man would lay the map out somewhere to be looked at. If not, he kept it in hand, held awkwardly at arm's length so he could look and talk at the same time.
"My thoughts are that the beings of stories and folklore and old religious practice would reside somewhere along this spectrum," he says as he gestures across the spirit realm parfait he'd drawn out with a journal in hand, "and that greatly differing practice in communicating with some other being would indicate a plane of existence that isn't originally factored into this mark up.
"To go one step sideways, it stands to reason that- if we are operating under the idea that there are spiritual beings that operate with and away from the world we see- the way that we interact with our world impacts theirs and vice versa. You could hypothesize what would have to happen on a spiritual front in order to explain real world events and what real world events could conceivably do and react like across the entire continuum."
A second. Ten seconds. He realizes he's rambled and it seems to dawn on him.
"I'd like to know if my theory holds water."