PepperP.
2016-08-11, 02:57 PM
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Academy of Puldine
Pearson and Anders Asker
Pearson bent over the large wooden table further as if he meant to meld with it as a way to discourage his wife's incessant conversation. The table was strewn with all manner of arcane paraphernalia. An alembic bubbled with a pale blue liquid and he carefully removed it from over the charcoal that glowed in a shallow dish. He studied the liquid closely and began to take careful notes written in a precise hand.
"But Pearson, they have begun to ration the food." His wife was not to be deterred by his obvious attempts at concentration. She emphasized her words with a firm slap of her hand upon his table. The alembic rattled and Pearson straightened, flustered at his wife's continued persistence to disrupt his work. He threw down his pen in frustration.
"Yes, I know they have begun to ration food, a sensible precaution I'd say. Do you expect me to conjure food from the air?" He waved his hands in the air in exasperation.
"What do you think I'm doing here? I am trying to discover a way to control the blue field so that we may pass through it, but I can not as long as you insist on hounding me!" He hissed, unaware that he had raised his voice and his fellows had looked up from their own worktables at the ruckus.
"Now please go and let me work!" He ran his hands through his hair, untidying it and lending his demeanor a manic air. He did not see the tears that welled in Lacey's eyes at the dismissal, or the fear that was evident upon her fair face as she turned to leave the Arcanum laboratory. Another man, twin to her husband stopped her as he passed her in the doorway, a look of concern upon his face.
"He's impossible." Were the only words spoken to her brother in law as she continued past to find comfort with her sister in law. Anders sidled up to his brother, who was studiously ignoring him and calming himself with immersion in copious note taking. When he was quite sure his brother was not going to leave him be without a conversation, he let loose a long suffering sigh and placed his notebook down on the table, rubbing his forehead which had begun to ache.
"Yes? You're in quite late." He said somewhat acerbically and without pretext, still rubbing his forehead.
"I spent the morning with Lala, I find it comforts her if we dine at breakfast together." His smile was innocent but Pearson scowled at his brother's implicit reprimand, ashamed that he had not been spending the night with his wife, preferring to sleep in the study near the lab in case inspiration struck him in the early hours of the morning.
"Time better spent at work." Pearson stubbornly insisted. Anders shrugged and motioned to the chaos strewn about the table.
"And how fares the work?" Pearson visibly brightened and scratched his beard that had begun to grow in over the last several days that he had neglected to shave it.
"Pretty well, I think I'm making real progress here." As he spoke, the blue liquid within the alembic turned into an acrid grey smoke and dissipated with a whoosh into the air. Pearson sighed with dejection and Anders clapped him on the shoulders in consolation before he moved to see if the others fared any better and Pearson opened his notebook to test out his next theory.
Academy of Puldine
Pearson and Anders Asker
Pearson bent over the large wooden table further as if he meant to meld with it as a way to discourage his wife's incessant conversation. The table was strewn with all manner of arcane paraphernalia. An alembic bubbled with a pale blue liquid and he carefully removed it from over the charcoal that glowed in a shallow dish. He studied the liquid closely and began to take careful notes written in a precise hand.
"But Pearson, they have begun to ration the food." His wife was not to be deterred by his obvious attempts at concentration. She emphasized her words with a firm slap of her hand upon his table. The alembic rattled and Pearson straightened, flustered at his wife's continued persistence to disrupt his work. He threw down his pen in frustration.
"Yes, I know they have begun to ration food, a sensible precaution I'd say. Do you expect me to conjure food from the air?" He waved his hands in the air in exasperation.
"What do you think I'm doing here? I am trying to discover a way to control the blue field so that we may pass through it, but I can not as long as you insist on hounding me!" He hissed, unaware that he had raised his voice and his fellows had looked up from their own worktables at the ruckus.
"Now please go and let me work!" He ran his hands through his hair, untidying it and lending his demeanor a manic air. He did not see the tears that welled in Lacey's eyes at the dismissal, or the fear that was evident upon her fair face as she turned to leave the Arcanum laboratory. Another man, twin to her husband stopped her as he passed her in the doorway, a look of concern upon his face.
"He's impossible." Were the only words spoken to her brother in law as she continued past to find comfort with her sister in law. Anders sidled up to his brother, who was studiously ignoring him and calming himself with immersion in copious note taking. When he was quite sure his brother was not going to leave him be without a conversation, he let loose a long suffering sigh and placed his notebook down on the table, rubbing his forehead which had begun to ache.
"Yes? You're in quite late." He said somewhat acerbically and without pretext, still rubbing his forehead.
"I spent the morning with Lala, I find it comforts her if we dine at breakfast together." His smile was innocent but Pearson scowled at his brother's implicit reprimand, ashamed that he had not been spending the night with his wife, preferring to sleep in the study near the lab in case inspiration struck him in the early hours of the morning.
"Time better spent at work." Pearson stubbornly insisted. Anders shrugged and motioned to the chaos strewn about the table.
"And how fares the work?" Pearson visibly brightened and scratched his beard that had begun to grow in over the last several days that he had neglected to shave it.
"Pretty well, I think I'm making real progress here." As he spoke, the blue liquid within the alembic turned into an acrid grey smoke and dissipated with a whoosh into the air. Pearson sighed with dejection and Anders clapped him on the shoulders in consolation before he moved to see if the others fared any better and Pearson opened his notebook to test out his next theory.