10-02-2016, 08:46 PM
Arturo Nihm had said Ten minutes. It turns out to be more like an Hour.
The pair of youngsters are left out in the gardens, to putter, put and go to work doing what youngsters are made to do. Whether it is with Magical effects, meant to bolster their endurance or to make the job go quicker is probably something for them to hash out and decide for themselves. What does occur, nearly an hour later, is Arturo Nihm emerging from the front door of his estate manor once again, slipping it shut with a slight grunt.
He wanders down the steps, a patio chair tucked under one arm, his attire that of a thick rain jacket, all dark green trim surrounding bright yellow glare, hat included. The skies are promising some use of the outfit and he seems prepared. The other hand is clutched a small carton of juice boxes, a variety pack of flavours, the front of which is decorated in a half dozen different cartoon animals, attempting to break out of a zoo.
Arturo measures out several steps over the lawn, a pair of galoshes covering his feet covering half of his pant legs alongside. He walks past the two youngsters, who have no doubt gotten onto the second plot by this point and begins to setup the patio chair on the grass near the third plot, with a vantage directed toward the pair, the back of the chair aimed squarely at the rather magnificent tree close by.
"There is a bit of a symmetry in this moment, with that of what you came looking for the first time we met. A sense of scope and perspective that is terribly important to keep in mind because the majority of people out there, are not capable of recognizing that factor. Scope. Many would fall apart at the thought of being out here, doing 36 plots of gardening weeds, thorns, bushes-...I'm fairly sure plot six has some stinging nettle in it, but lord knows I can't recall at this point...Most would look at all of that, take into consideration their willingness to go through with it and compromise knowing that it was going to be impossible. Or at least highly improbable, but you two-"
He chuckles. Huffs really, in mirth, bending down to adjust the chair and set the juice boxes beside it with a gingerly and careful gesture. Then he is clambering into the patio piece, rain gear squeaking gently in the process, all the while continuing to speak.
"-You two took to it, no doubt eager to deliver some level of recognition for why you're here and an earnestness that comes with youth." The goatee furrows, flutters as he clears his throat, finally easing back into the chair with a contented sigh. "36 plots is an eventual, to the pair of you which is good. Hope, promise, conviction all necessary components when it comes to understanding the vastness of what's ahead of you..."
A pause, he slips his eyes shut and begins to breathe. Deeply. Calmly. One might be tempted to think he is sleeping-
"...Finishing this garden work in comparison to understanding the Spirit World....is about equivalent to knowing that there is a Spirit World and that you're comfortable with that concept without going insane. Seeing as how the both of you have expressed some interest in it already, I think it important you complete and work while we go over the details of what you may or may not know, so-"
And he claps. Loudly. Once, over his body.
"I asked of you Three things. Three answers...You've had plenty of time to figure those out for yourselves. Let's hear it, kids..."
The pair of youngsters are left out in the gardens, to putter, put and go to work doing what youngsters are made to do. Whether it is with Magical effects, meant to bolster their endurance or to make the job go quicker is probably something for them to hash out and decide for themselves. What does occur, nearly an hour later, is Arturo Nihm emerging from the front door of his estate manor once again, slipping it shut with a slight grunt.
He wanders down the steps, a patio chair tucked under one arm, his attire that of a thick rain jacket, all dark green trim surrounding bright yellow glare, hat included. The skies are promising some use of the outfit and he seems prepared. The other hand is clutched a small carton of juice boxes, a variety pack of flavours, the front of which is decorated in a half dozen different cartoon animals, attempting to break out of a zoo.
Arturo measures out several steps over the lawn, a pair of galoshes covering his feet covering half of his pant legs alongside. He walks past the two youngsters, who have no doubt gotten onto the second plot by this point and begins to setup the patio chair on the grass near the third plot, with a vantage directed toward the pair, the back of the chair aimed squarely at the rather magnificent tree close by.
"There is a bit of a symmetry in this moment, with that of what you came looking for the first time we met. A sense of scope and perspective that is terribly important to keep in mind because the majority of people out there, are not capable of recognizing that factor. Scope. Many would fall apart at the thought of being out here, doing 36 plots of gardening weeds, thorns, bushes-...I'm fairly sure plot six has some stinging nettle in it, but lord knows I can't recall at this point...Most would look at all of that, take into consideration their willingness to go through with it and compromise knowing that it was going to be impossible. Or at least highly improbable, but you two-"
He chuckles. Huffs really, in mirth, bending down to adjust the chair and set the juice boxes beside it with a gingerly and careful gesture. Then he is clambering into the patio piece, rain gear squeaking gently in the process, all the while continuing to speak.
"-You two took to it, no doubt eager to deliver some level of recognition for why you're here and an earnestness that comes with youth." The goatee furrows, flutters as he clears his throat, finally easing back into the chair with a contented sigh. "36 plots is an eventual, to the pair of you which is good. Hope, promise, conviction all necessary components when it comes to understanding the vastness of what's ahead of you..."
A pause, he slips his eyes shut and begins to breathe. Deeply. Calmly. One might be tempted to think he is sleeping-
"...Finishing this garden work in comparison to understanding the Spirit World....is about equivalent to knowing that there is a Spirit World and that you're comfortable with that concept without going insane. Seeing as how the both of you have expressed some interest in it already, I think it important you complete and work while we go over the details of what you may or may not know, so-"
And he claps. Loudly. Once, over his body.
"I asked of you Three things. Three answers...You've had plenty of time to figure those out for yourselves. Let's hear it, kids..."