"You don't say." Snip snip, down the middle of this sheet of paper. "We'll try it your way, then; wandering around and seeing people. Do you like animals?"
Not that there's going to be a petting zoo, or anything, but, "My partner's omen will probably be there until the fireworks start. She's a giant pink lizard and she'll almost certainly bump her whole face into your knees if you're with me. That's how she says hello."
Itinerary for fun: gone. Plan to introduce this kid to a big lizard: definitely not gone, he's set on it.
'We'? That implies that he's going, Palamedes. He nods at the question though. "I wanted to be a zoologist when I got older. Maybe focus on marine biology." He'd gone to the science camp willingly, after all. Kana joining just wasn't part of the initial idea.
His hands shake for a moment as he pushes away the thoughts of his adopted sister. Not now. He can get upset again later. Just focus on the now.
"My omen doesn't show up much... I guess he knows I prefer to not have him bug me. He's a golden retriever. I don't really know why. He probably weighs close to as much as I do." He's a very big dog and Jun is a very skinny nerd.
Oh, he is going. He's helping cut paper, he ought to go. Palamedes glances up from his paper cutting, appropriately interested - they don't have zoologists on the Sixth, mostly because they don't have animals. Even if he isn't a huge fan of the sea, that must be an interesting job.
"Mine is a... terrible bird," he offers, but with unmistakable fondness. She may be a giant harpy eagle, the name of which he does not know and has never learned, but she's his horrible raptor. He waves his freshly cut paper strips idly, like, that omen! What a card! "I let her keep to herself. She'll be perched nearby, somewhere outside.
"I'm not sure the omens follow any kind of rule for how they form, necessarily. Yours must like being a dog."
He shrugs at that. "I guess he must. He keeps showing up when I'm trying to go to sleep, flopping on me like he's trying to be a blanket. But it's July, it's too hot for a blanket, even here." He grumbles a little as he cuts some more strips, doing his best to keep them even.
"A lot of things here don't seem to follow any sort or rules. Magic doesn't exist where I'm from, and it's not exactly an easy thing to wrap my head around." He hunches his shoulders, letting his hair fall in front of his face a little. "At least when something big happened on my world it had some sort of scientific explanation to it."
Quantum physics, or something like that. Something he doesn't have the math for yet, something that's beyond him. But he knows it's not magic, it's science. It has to be. The magic here must follow rules, too.
"He's lonely," Palamedes offers, with a shrug. Surely it is just the dog that is lonely, and no one else. "I'm sure you'll work something out."
He puts his scissors down a moment to stack up the already cut strips, tapping the edge to see if they're all the same width. Not that this necessarily matters, but it matters to him, for aesthetic purposes... Anyway.
"Most magic is scientific in nature, in my experience," he says, after a moment. "The medium might be different than the chemistry you're used to, but I've yet to encounter a type of magic that just happens— there has to be a source, and a medium, and a specific way to manifest a result. Thinking of it that way, most magic is at least a physical science. Until you start messing with the presciences."
"Maybe." Surely it's that and nothing else. It's not like he's lonely. There's no reason he would be.
He continues cutting the strips, doing his own best to keep them even. Some are a little wobbly, but it's fine. He's not a professional and he's not trying to be. "I guess you're right... it still is hard to grasp since the cause and effect seem so... disconnected? At least from my point of view."
Hm. "Though I guess you could say something like that about the teleportation we used to get around with the robot... it's quantum physics, somehow... but I'm just in junior high school..." He sighs and squares his shoulders. "It's. A lot. To try to reorganize your worldview when something tips it upside down."
Wiggly wishes give them more character; it's perfectly fine. Palamedes' strict adherences to aesthetics has nothing to do with the festival, so who knows - maybe the unique shapes will be a big hit.
"How old is 'junior high school'? I've never heard of it." The perks of being from Mercury: no junior high. The cons of being from Mercury: school was everything, all the time, so actually a lot of junior high.
In any case, that question is enough support on its own for when he says, "I've had to turn myself upside down a dozen times, since coming here. It's been a ride. Viktor- have you met Viktor?- throws around words like 'teleportation' like they're nothing at all; maybe his explanations of these things will make more sense to you than mine do." He is, fundamentally, a wizard and not an engineer, after all.
"It's about twelve to fifteen. I'm thirteen." The ages can get a little wiggly, depending on when in the year you were born, but he's in seventh grade. Or was, at least.
"I haven't met Viktor. Maybe I should... it'd be nice to know at least the people who are more science than magic. It might give me a better foundation to look at these things from. I'm... still trying to understand how that guy made ice out of his hands." Shouto, he's talking about. But he never really got the guy's name, nor did he really care eto.
He sets a stack of paper down and looks around the room. "This place is huge... are the books organized in any way, or are they just random like how the Archives are?"
"Oh," Palamedes says, because thirteen is absolutely when he tested out of school forever, but he doubts that's going to be a very-- inspirational tidbit to have. So, "That's a decent while."
As far as the science types, though, well - hyping up Viktor is one of his all-time favorite activities, which definitely comes through with his glowing review, "Viktor is brilliant; he's the reason half the things in this building work properly. I've never met anyone with a head for machines as impressive as his. He's claimed a study here, a few corridors over; I can show you the way, later."
He will eagerly and enthusiastically bring Viktor science-minded teens to talk to about science, for sure.
"As for the books, I'm not a useless fraud like that Never Mind, so no— they're not random. The shelves back here by the desk are mine, that I brought over. Closer to the door," and the shelf seemingly entirely dedicated to an old inkwell and pen, "are the ones I could salvage from the debris, when we first uncovered this room. Upstairs in the loft is where I've been putting the fiction."
"Yes... you're generally in school until you're seventeen or eighteen, and then you can go to university. A lot of people do." It's what he wanted to do, but... well. He'll have to settle for the school here, if they're teaching anything worth learning.
"I see. I'm not one for machines usually, but I don't mind learning about them. I know the basics as to how some machines work, but I never got in depth." He can explain a pulley or a lever, but that's about it. "I'd appreciate the guidance."
He snorts at the insult to the Pthumerian and glances up... huh. He's not a fiction reader, but that seems like a strange place to put fiction. Oh, well. "Good. It drives me nuts, how they're not organized at all..."
"Huh! Education where I'm from ends with your aptitude, generally— age isn't a part of it so much as proof of practical skill and exam scores." An age-based system sounds incredibly foreign and novel to him, as a result; he's sure he'd have hated every minute of it. Being in school when one could be out making progress, just for age... eugh.
"Viktor will open your eyes, I'm sure. He's got a laser, and everything." So cool!! Ah, and as he follows that gaze up (there is a couch up there, at least), "At least you're a person of good sense. That Never Mind-- if someone showed him a proper card catalog I'm sure he'd lose his mind spectacularly. I try to avoid going there if I can."
"If it ended with aptitude I'd have tested higher than where I was. As it is, the others on the science camp trip with me weren't... all the highest scoring students, I think. We came from different schools all over the country though, so they all at least had some aptitude... or were forced by their parents to go." He can't imagine Anko going on that trip without being forced.
"A laser? In this place?" He'd suspected most of the technology would be basic, but a laser is intriguing. "Maybe one will wash up on shore some day... things keep showing up there, right?" It's not impossible. "Though most card catalogues I know of are digital these days."
Oh, and that might sound like a smarmy little braggart teenager thing to anyone else, but Palamedes hears 'I'd have tested higher' and shoots Jun a knowing smirk, like, that's the spirit. That's some age-old smart kid confidence, and he can respect that. He, too, would have tested out of junior high, if he had to go and it was an option.
"A laser," he confirms, and then with the same sort of wow-Viktor-is-so-great enthusiasm, "He built it. If he could build a card catalog generator I'm sure he would, but instead, we're forced to suffer through Never Mind's nonsense."
He's not so bold as to think that he'd test out of school entirely, but he definitely reads at a higher grade than his peers at the very least. But on to other things, which are also exciting. Because really? He's not even sure how you'd make a laser here.
"I don't like things that aren't organized somehow. I work in a bar and some of the liquor gets switched out with stuff that clearly isn't the same but we have no labels for some of them and it drives me a little insane." He's trying. He's trying so hard to organize things. Manabu is also trying very hard. "There's fiction and nonfiction all mixed together... at the very least those two should be separate."
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Not that there's going to be a petting zoo, or anything, but, "My partner's omen will probably be there until the fireworks start. She's a giant pink lizard and she'll almost certainly bump her whole face into your knees if you're with me. That's how she says hello."
Itinerary for fun: gone. Plan to introduce this kid to a big lizard: definitely not gone, he's set on it.
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His hands shake for a moment as he pushes away the thoughts of his adopted sister. Not now. He can get upset again later. Just focus on the now.
"My omen doesn't show up much... I guess he knows I prefer to not have him bug me. He's a golden retriever. I don't really know why. He probably weighs close to as much as I do." He's a very big dog and Jun is a very skinny nerd.
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"Mine is a... terrible bird," he offers, but with unmistakable fondness. She may be a giant harpy eagle, the name of which he does not know and has never learned, but she's his horrible raptor. He waves his freshly cut paper strips idly, like, that omen! What a card! "I let her keep to herself. She'll be perched nearby, somewhere outside.
"I'm not sure the omens follow any kind of rule for how they form, necessarily. Yours must like being a dog."
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"A lot of things here don't seem to follow any sort or rules. Magic doesn't exist where I'm from, and it's not exactly an easy thing to wrap my head around." He hunches his shoulders, letting his hair fall in front of his face a little. "At least when something big happened on my world it had some sort of scientific explanation to it."
Quantum physics, or something like that. Something he doesn't have the math for yet, something that's beyond him. But he knows it's not magic, it's science. It has to be. The magic here must follow rules, too.
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He puts his scissors down a moment to stack up the already cut strips, tapping the edge to see if they're all the same width. Not that this necessarily matters, but it matters to him, for aesthetic purposes... Anyway.
"Most magic is scientific in nature, in my experience," he says, after a moment. "The medium might be different than the chemistry you're used to, but I've yet to encounter a type of magic that just happens— there has to be a source, and a medium, and a specific way to manifest a result. Thinking of it that way, most magic is at least a physical science. Until you start messing with the presciences."
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He continues cutting the strips, doing his own best to keep them even. Some are a little wobbly, but it's fine. He's not a professional and he's not trying to be. "I guess you're right... it still is hard to grasp since the cause and effect seem so... disconnected? At least from my point of view."
Hm. "Though I guess you could say something like that about the teleportation we used to get around with the robot... it's quantum physics, somehow... but I'm just in junior high school..." He sighs and squares his shoulders. "It's. A lot. To try to reorganize your worldview when something tips it upside down."
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"How old is 'junior high school'? I've never heard of it." The perks of being from Mercury: no junior high. The cons of being from Mercury: school was everything, all the time, so actually a lot of junior high.
In any case, that question is enough support on its own for when he says, "I've had to turn myself upside down a dozen times, since coming here. It's been a ride. Viktor- have you met Viktor?- throws around words like 'teleportation' like they're nothing at all; maybe his explanations of these things will make more sense to you than mine do." He is, fundamentally, a wizard and not an engineer, after all.
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"I haven't met Viktor. Maybe I should... it'd be nice to know at least the people who are more science than magic. It might give me a better foundation to look at these things from. I'm... still trying to understand how that guy made ice out of his hands." Shouto, he's talking about. But he never really got the guy's name, nor did he really care eto.
He sets a stack of paper down and looks around the room. "This place is huge... are the books organized in any way, or are they just random like how the Archives are?"
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As far as the science types, though, well - hyping up Viktor is one of his all-time favorite activities, which definitely comes through with his glowing review, "Viktor is brilliant; he's the reason half the things in this building work properly. I've never met anyone with a head for machines as impressive as his. He's claimed a study here, a few corridors over; I can show you the way, later."
He will eagerly and enthusiastically bring Viktor science-minded teens to talk to about science, for sure.
"As for the books, I'm not a useless fraud like that Never Mind, so no— they're not random. The shelves back here by the desk are mine, that I brought over. Closer to the door," and the shelf seemingly entirely dedicated to an old inkwell and pen, "are the ones I could salvage from the debris, when we first uncovered this room. Upstairs in the loft is where I've been putting the fiction."
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"I see. I'm not one for machines usually, but I don't mind learning about them. I know the basics as to how some machines work, but I never got in depth." He can explain a pulley or a lever, but that's about it. "I'd appreciate the guidance."
He snorts at the insult to the Pthumerian and glances up... huh. He's not a fiction reader, but that seems like a strange place to put fiction. Oh, well. "Good. It drives me nuts, how they're not organized at all..."
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"Viktor will open your eyes, I'm sure. He's got a laser, and everything." So cool!! Ah, and as he follows that gaze up (there is a couch up there, at least), "At least you're a person of good sense. That Never Mind-- if someone showed him a proper card catalog I'm sure he'd lose his mind spectacularly. I try to avoid going there if I can."
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"A laser? In this place?" He'd suspected most of the technology would be basic, but a laser is intriguing. "Maybe one will wash up on shore some day... things keep showing up there, right?" It's not impossible. "Though most card catalogues I know of are digital these days."
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"A laser," he confirms, and then with the same sort of wow-Viktor-is-so-great enthusiasm, "He built it. If he could build a card catalog generator I'm sure he would, but instead, we're forced to suffer through Never Mind's nonsense."
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"I don't like things that aren't organized somehow. I work in a bar and some of the liquor gets switched out with stuff that clearly isn't the same but we have no labels for some of them and it drives me a little insane." He's trying. He's trying so hard to organize things. Manabu is also trying very hard. "There's fiction and nonfiction all mixed together... at the very least those two should be separate."