Buckley
Student 7th Year
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Post by Buckley on May 10, 2011 21:55:51 GMT 10
Furiously trying to find space on the makeshift raft for another tally of the moon passing, Buckley doesn't notice the coming shore. The full moon showing the sea-stained lab coat and salty hair in full detail, he seems occupied darting around the raft, examining the mast very carefully before quickly falling to his knees and darting about across the logs. Running fingers along every groove and numerous scratches of the raft, it bumps into the dock and flips Buckley onto some fresh wood. Rubbing his eyes in disbelief of not seeing this space before, Buckley quickly grabs his sextant and begins to carve a tally in the docks with it.
Buckley finishes his mark and puts his head up "And you didn't believe I would find anymore space, did you wheel???" spitefully, the tattered pinwheel spins for a second before dieing with the wind. Buckley begins to get up, "Okay, but I swear if this is another one of your..." The sextant is dropped and Buckley's eyes widen. The island's threatening appeal increased by the fog.
"Not...undiscovered, I can smell..." he breathes in heavily. "Salt....Animals... Education!!" excitement fills Buckley's body. "Sweet education! Come on wheel, be excited!" The wheel watches with indifference as Buckley runs into the fog before emerging again at the raft, pocketing his pinwheel and logbook and running again, occasionally tripping on loose planks.
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Post by Master Gillian Grey on May 10, 2011 23:02:09 GMT 10
Gillian had been watching the horizon from the top floor of a small café in the heart of town when he saw the speck on the water. He was used to this now. So often people came to the Island, by some off chance and strange ebb of the tide. Often they were ill or unconscious, and always it seemed as if it was Gillian's job rescue them, whatever that may entail.
By the time Gillian rounded the last corner that brought him to the docks the distant speck was no longer a speck. The raft was like an ugly scar across his vision. It was out of place enough to drag his attention to it, it looked worn and old, it's surface marred with marks that he couldn't make out from where he stood. It was likely because of this that Gillian didn't see the boy until he was almost dead in his path. "Whoa, whoa" He held out his hands, fingers splayed against the air. He looked almost as worn as the raft itself. Gillian took a deliberate step to the left, putting him right in the way of the boy.
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Buckley
Student 7th Year
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Post by Buckley on May 10, 2011 23:52:13 GMT 10
The silhouette was gaining on him. The pinwheel was spinning a furious warning in his inner pocket as Buckley sprinted through the fog. "I don't care! I need to feel the soil beneath my feet and study it under a microscope!" The adrenaline rising with his speed, the damp and salted pinwheel squealing. "I see it! It's not for miles yet, trust.." the fog clears a little to reveal a palm with splayed fingers heading for Buckley's neck "HURK!" Buckley's momentum sends his legs up and the sudden force sends his head down and with an anti climatic doof he hits the dock at the strangers feet. The pinwheel sighs.
"Gosh darnit, who put that there??" Buckley stands up looking down at himself, ineffectively brushes off his coat before examining the painful object. "Five digits..., lines in the palm...familiar" Examining it closely he places his hand against it, his is a tad smaller. He quickly traces his arm back to his shoulder with his eyes. They widen as the salt dissolves from the kenetic heat and free's a synapse in his brain. "PERSON!"
He gazes around the arm and yells exitedly. "Good evening! You..." The shouting causes Buckley to cough, rubs his sore throat and lowers his voice. "You must be the smell of enlightenment!It's a pleasure to meet you!" Even Buckley is finding it difficult to understand his own words at the speed he's saying them. "Ah! Where are my manners!? I'm Buckley Everett and you'll have to excuse my excitment, It's been so long since I've seen another person!"
Buckley steps back and looks the man up and down "and you aree???" he awaits the answer eagerly
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Post by Master Gillian Grey on May 12, 2011 10:32:23 GMT 10
Gillian cocked his head to the side slightly, watching the young man's odd display with more amusement than worry. "I am Master Gillian Grey," he outstretched his hand to the new-comer. "I think I should escort you to the Academy and see if one of the nurses in the infirmary will take a look at you."
The boy seemed as if he had gone half-mad with what surely must have been a harrowing journey. At least he was concious, Gillian remembered the last person he found on the shores of the island. Only about 100 metres from where they were standing now, she had looked close to death. He shivered a little at the brush of the memory against his mind.
"You should probably calm down. I can't imagine you've had much opportunity to walk on that raft, you might over-exert yourself. As much as I want to help you, I won't be carrying you all the way back to town".
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Buckley
Student 7th Year
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Post by Buckley on May 12, 2011 17:58:24 GMT 10
ACA-A-AC-ACADE-ACADEMY Like church bells, the sweet word spirals it's resonating sound in Buckley's mind.
Aside from a little "squee" Buckley swung his hand around and grabbed Gillian's as tight as he could which, given the time at sea, was not very tight at all. Gillians shiver travelled down his arm and into Buckley's body. "oh!" Buckley confused, returned the percieved communication with a shiver of his own and watched intently for Gillians response.
"You should probably calm down" once again the information Gillian gave came from the mouth. "I would have it no other way!" Buckley responded in his usual excited manner. "You shouldn't worry about me, Wheel and I organised our excercise together!" The pride was quite visible. "He would accelerate his spinning and on every rotation I should of been at the otherside of the raft already. Our version of the beep test!" Still holding Gillians hand he leaned in and used his other hand to cover half of his face"Although I'm not sure about Wheel's fitness, when it was my turn to do the beeping he didn't last very long" Buckley stood straight again, glanced down in his coat to see if the pinwheel was listening. Giving a satisfied grin to Gillian as he looked up "Please." Indicating with the spare hand "Lead the way!"
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Post by Master Gillian Grey on May 15, 2011 10:11:59 GMT 10
Gillian flinched slightly from the suddenness and enthusiasm in the contact, but did not withdraw his hand. It seemed even from this short time that he had seen the boy, that he had not seen any human life in some time. Gillian may have been wrong in his deductions, but Buckley seemed to be lacking, or oblivious to the 'normal' social rules and constricts that everyone complied to.
Gillian raised his eyebrows at the boy ( or perhaps not boy, for he was not far from his own age. Still, a youth in any case.) "Who is wheel?" And how did you manage to run from one end of the raft to the other without tipping it at least once? He kept his thought quiet and occupied himself with looking about them. Was 'wheel' some construct of a sea-fevered mind? Gillian 'hmm'd quietly, the noise a soft vibration in his throat.
"If you are sure you are up to it, the Academy is this way" He gestured toward the way he had come and took two testing steps.
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Buckley
Student 7th Year
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Post by Buckley on May 17, 2011 22:14:25 GMT 10
Buckley took one last gaze back down the end of the docks toward the sturdy, scratched raft that had transported him safely across the sea. Lucky for him, all that was seen were the shadows in the fog preventing a line of sight. Otherwise he would of seen the same raft, which had also chipped his sanity away much like his effort to keep days with the logs and the sextant.
Buckley caught up to Gillian's side as they hiked the cobbled path. "You asked about Wheel? I'm sorry, It seems my manners are fleeting once more. Let me introduce to you..." Buckley delved one hand into the inside of his labcoat. "one second" Peering down his chest and into his coat, he let out a sound of enlightenment, much like "ah", before looking up. "Master Grey, I'd like you to meet..." Pulling out a purple ribboned, weather worn, and quite inanimate pinwheel."Wheel." Motioning at the pinwheel with his spare hand. "Wheel, this is Master Gillian Grey of the Academy here....erm..." Buckley hesitated before turning back to Gillian "I don't think I caught the name of your Academy?"
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Post by Master Gillian Grey on May 25, 2011 13:19:16 GMT 10
Gillian bit the inside of his cheek and forced a friendly, neutral expression. A pinwheel? Though concerning, it should hardly seem surprising to him. "It is simply called the Academy of Obscurum Sceptrum. It is very nice to meet your wheel." When he smiled it didn't quite reach to wipe the concern from his eyes. "May I ask, how long have you and uh, Wheel been on that raft?"
He looked at the path ahead instead of the boy and his inanimate companion, trying to make his thoughts a little less visible on his face. The projected personification of this 'Wheel' was not much different than if Buckley's companion had had no real form, Gillian thought. Companionship was necessary for the human mind, humans are by nature lonely creatures. They seek common ideas and values, and when alone even an enemy is welcome. Gillian himself had learnt much about loneliness when he was young. It was always the friendless child that developed an imaginary companion, the lone and outcast adult that sought friendship through electronic means. It was simply a matter of sanity.
He watched the youth surreptitiously from the corner of his eye. 'Wheel' was simply a sign that his mind was still intact.
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Buckley
Student 7th Year
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Post by Buckley on May 26, 2011 3:24:03 GMT 10
Disappointed by how shy Wheel came across, Buckley tucked the reluctant Wheel back into the inner-pocket of his coat, and considered Gillian's question. He now too had a look of concern. "I'm not entirely sure in truth" The look of concerned changed as he began counting on his fingers and mouthing numbers that didn't quite syncopate. "Maybe...a season?" It was more of a suggestion than a statement. "No...that can't be right." His walking now a lot more lucid than before, pivoting, turning and changing paces, generally, along side Gillian "I'd have to check my vessel, I tried tallying you see. So I'd need to count them and then calculate the margin of error." He moved his admiring gaze to Gillian. "I must say, everything here is awe inspiring!" Buckley was Amazed that he had not heard of this place before. Realizing that he didn't know where Gillian was taking him."Is there perchance anywhere I can get something to fill my stomach?" He shot his look downward and somewhat disappointed "I do hope the taste of seagull is not permanent"
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