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Post by conrad on Feb 20, 2012 12:57:56 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything He pressed his lips into a fine line when she asked if he liked to read. Ah, so this was where their differences were beginning to show. It seemed that Angeline was more of an aristocrat; the learned lady sort, while he was just a lowly handyman. Conrad had learned to read from Magnus, who was the family’s reader besides Pasha. All Conrad ever read was manuals, or perhaps instructions and a small novella once in a while, but never a full on book just because he was bored or had nothing else to do. When he had nothing else to do, he tried to learn new things. It was always the running joke that he was the family’s Renaissance man. ”I...” He swallowed hard, trying to word it properly again. ”I kind of do... I always want to learn things, so I read textbooks and manuals.” It probably wasn’t the type of reading Angeline had in mind... But he hoped she would find that passable. She didn’t seem like the sort who would look down on a person lower than her, which he was feeling he definitely was, but it was putting him on edge nonetheless. Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Feb 22, 2012 19:04:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | Textbooks an manuals...? That just seemed odd, didn't it? Who read that sort of thing? Well, to be fair, she did read textbooks, but they were all chess books. Non-fiction could be interesting, after all. Maybe, just maybe... "Well, I could lend you some books on chess...? It's really not so difficult." Maybe that would help? If he was good at learning things from books, he could learn chess from that. Maybe she was just harping on it too much, but Chess was... well, fun. How could someone not enjoy it?
"What sort of things have you learned?" She asked, head tilting slightly. That was interesting to know, after all. Did he cook? Take photographs? No, photographs wouldn't make sense, he had so little interest in art. What else could he learn from books...? Nothing seemed to fit.
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Post by conrad on Feb 22, 2012 22:02:43 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything Angeline seemed rather insistant about the chess... well, he couldn't quite blame her on things she was passionate about. He decided that maybe he'd try to learn again, reading from the books she would loan him, but he sort of doubted he was intelligent enough for a game like that. He flailed around at checkers, let alone chess, with their rooks and kings and knights. But he was thrown for a bit of a loop when he was asked what he learned. He wanted to say 'a lot of things', being vague as he usually was, but he didn't think Angeline deserved that answer, no matter how true it was. So instead, he tried to latch onto something specific. Something that he could say and not make himself sound strange, but it was all regular stuff... Minus one, maybe. "I really love history. I study it all the time." Which was a truth, even though his love for it was more of a habit now than anything. Now Magnus had a true loving for history, but for Conrad, it was more of a need than anything. "I was raised on the stuff, so I guess it just stuck." Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Feb 23, 2012 13:55:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | For a moment, Angeline wasn't sure he was going to answer at all. What a pitiful meeting that would be - with her walking away, having learned so little. He did answer, though, a proper answer, and an interesting one. History? That was the sort of thing she could deal with. She had no particular passion for it, but it was still something she had (at least vaguely) studied. Mentally she rifled backwards through the history she knew off the top of her head, giving him a faint smile and a nod.
"I've always enjoyed the old tales of the first pokemon. It's all so unique and interesting, and we know so little for sure. I'd love to find out more about such things, but I doubt it will ever happen." Was that the sort of history he liked? She hoped so, because the old legends were the only thing she knew well enough to carry a conversation about.
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Post by conrad on Feb 26, 2012 17:15:20 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything For a minute there, perhaps she would be very interested in history as well. Angeline looked like the intellectual sort, and history was definitely one of those aristocratic subjects that the royals often partook in. But when she started talking about old tales, Conrad faltered. Oh, that history. Pasha had never really pushed mythology onto them, instead highlighting and emphasizing the importance of military history and politics. Still, it wasn’t like Conrad was completely in the dark, knowing a fair amount about it all anyway. It was his own curiousity that was saving his hide this time, and he was thankful for it. ”Mythology is alright, I suppose. My dad always raised me on political and military history, though… Practically shoved it down my throat. You should teach me about legends too.” Because he definitely needed tales of mythical happenings to balance out the brain numbing boredom of military tactics and political schemes. There was only a bit of a pause, staring out at the horizon as the sun finally dipped below. The sky was turning a rather dark blue around the edges, but he wasn’t sure if the stars would come out yet. ”So… if you’re not too interested in art, then why are you here today?”Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Feb 28, 2012 18:21:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | In a lot of ways, they seemed to meet - meet, but never quite connect. They had certain things in common, certain traits, but their interests always stopped short of actually being similar. Just relatable, but not quite the same things. He had only a bit of interest in mythology, and she had only a bit of interest in politics. Politics had always been her fathers game. Her mother had her own kind of politics, the sort practiced by rich housewives. The kind with gossip and cruel rumors, and the kind that Angeline had no interest in.
"I would love too, even if they're all old wives tales, and stories for children. They're a silly sort of history, but enjoyable anyway." She doubted the existence of such pokemon. Who would believe such odd tales, anyway? Magic birds and whatnot...
The question was an interesting choice, and she acknowledged it with a small nod. "Family obligations. I'm supposed to join 'society', and this was slightly less obnoxious then a large gala dinner." Far less obnoxious, really. This dress was casual by comparison.
It was then that a voice called out, causing Angeline to turn and face him as he headed up towards them. "Conrad! You almost ready to go?" He asked, grinning widely as he glanced between the two.
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Post by conrad on Feb 29, 2012 11:24:40 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything Conrad attempted to remember any of those old stories he’d been told as a child, only to come to the conclusion that he’d never been told any at all. The family had kept the whole ordeal realistic and practical; it existed or it didn’t. Myths needed proof, and there was rarely any outside of stories written on the insides of ancient caves and such. Her reason for being here was supposedly good enough, and maybe he was here for the same reason, though he wasn’t too bitter about it. If Magnus had been around, he’d be the one escorting Johan to all these grand events, but oftentimes Pasha refused to take part and Anya didn’t like the publicity, so only Conrad was left. He only nodded faintly in response, turning his head to the left to get a better look. The day was closing, and the event was supposedly drawing to an end. The clamor in the distance had grown quieter and even over on the hill, he could hear faint goodbyes. He was expecting Johan to show up any time now, and sure enough, he did. By the cheer in his voice, he’d half expected to turn around and find a date on his arm too, but that wasn’t to be either. ”Ah, I… Y-yes.” Leaving wouldn’t be much of an issue, and he’d been launched into his usual self-imposed isolation once again. He’d visit Angeline on occasion if she really did allow him, but he wasn’t sure when that would be. He smiled at her nonetheless. ”I’ll see you soon, then?”Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Mar 1, 2012 13:08:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | Angeline, of course, completely missed the acknowledgement of what she said. Nods were practically the bane of her existence, after all. She could never see them, and it was always safer to assume someone was nodding, then to assume they weren't.
Even if she couldn't see Johan, she could hear someone approaching, and his voice was distinctive enough - higher pitched and joyful, filled with youth. "I hope I wasn't distracting poor Conrad too much." She commented, giving Johan a small smile.
"No, it's fine! Sorry for stealing him back." Commented Johan, good natured as always, giving them both a huge grin.
Angeline gave Conrad another of her smiles, and gave him a little nod. "Yes, I think I'd like that."
And with that, Johan set off down the hill.
(Topic end? :U)
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