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Her head shook without need for deliberation. Were the intention to gather a civilisation to live as they pleased, Spirale was already populated with NPCs who need not face the trials their foreign neighbours were presented. This wasn't a mere simulation of life to observe from above — they'd need nothing of outsider forces, nor to suppress their power for later reinstatement. The wasteland of those first weeks took the stage of her thoughts, and its replacement of a city constructed in full, civilians incompatible with that timeline.

NULL 一 IT WAS AN UNFAMILIAR NAME TO HIM, weighted due to meaning behind the very word itself. people are bound to be drawn toward something to explain themselves, some inkling of connection, desired or otherwise, even when there is often no reasoning for definitions to define them. whatever it is null was attempting to convey was crystalline clear, translucent in every given way that, for a stranger who had not witnessed the events, he could piece together some manner of their goals without the surmise of the other. what matters most, howsoever, is that they seem to have been utter failures to live up to that self-named prophecy.

his expertise seemed expansive with more than sufficient experience to formulate his thesis, based on his assured delivery — a man who seemed like he could answer any question posed, undeterred by any counterargument made or proposition offered. he'd be the bane of anyone at the Akademiya — perhaps their envy of him would give that towards Alhaitham a run for their Mora.

TRUTH IN HER WORDS LINGER AFTER SPOKEN. were one to quell an existing threat without utmost caution, those of like mind may all but grasp it as an opportune moment, eager to enact their own, crazed beliefs unto the world. cycles as these were a constant in the myriad of worlds floating about the cosmos, ushering those with a tendency to help into a means of exhausting their fumes for the plight of good, fizzling out thereafter like a dying star in the darkness of space. and, in some ways, one could claim that to merely be the essence of humanity in its rawest form, how tumulus it could all become with a mere, fleeting action.

"Listen, shit's been hittin' the wall fer a while over here now." Okay, maybe he was just nervous, doing something like this for the first time. It felt like he was about to make a confession, and, well...

LISTENING IS SOMETHING RATIO IS RELATIVELY GOOD AT. patience is a finite source when it comes to the intricacies of humans, ratio just as fallible as any other man alive, never once believing himself above those around him beyond intelligence when it comes to those who refuse to relent their ignorance. and while there may be times he can degrade a man's self-worth with naught but his words alone given the proper reasoning, a case as this was hardly anything of the sort. were it anything, he merely finds disappointment that wolfwood has not mentioned this little concern sooner, if not having been blinded by enthusiasm.

Bakushin watches as Ratio writes the next step. When he hands her the marker, the student grips it tight like it's a lifeline.

EACH SECOND TICKS BY AS SHE WAITS, an observant gaze unwavering in a gentle patience to see what it is she will come to in conclusion. and, before long, she does just that, placing the two down first before amending it to be negative. for one who seems to have had struggles with this problem, she certainly was more capable than she might believe, one nod being offered to the board.

Bakushin O doesn't stop her ears from Perking up at the praise. Even if it is a small thing to the Professor, already it's clear on her face that praise is effective.

ENCOURAGEMENT WAS ALWAYS A MOTIVATOR, he's found. whether it was one of positivity or, for some students, a fairly stern lecture, there were only few who it did not manage affect. and when it came to that point, such cases were usually those who did not wish to learn at all, wallowing in their own lack of thinking. despite this, he does not offer praise this time, though hardly in a sense of discouraging her from the path.

For some reason, Sunday did not expect Dr. Ratio to react quite like this, and that earnest smile made him slightly... flustered. Sunday looked away for a moment to conceal it, stopping his wings from flapping to partially cover his face. When they met for the first time, Sunday and Ratio were on opposing sides, under very different circumstances. Sunday genuinely held no ill-intent towards the man, and as he was a friend of the Astral Express, so there was no reason to feel the need to cover himself. He was done pretending and hiding under a facade. "Indeed. I was lost in Penacony, blind by my own desires. I saw the wrong in my ways, but I still have a dream." Sunday looked back to Dr. Ratio. "And the Astral Express has allowed me to join them for the time being. For that, I am very grateful."

HEARING SUNDAY'S OWN SELF-REFLECTION, there's a subtle satisfaction in knowing that he has begun to find the right path for himself in his life. while many might be broken and downtrodden from being torn away from what they once thought was right, clawing their way back to all they have known, only so many would recognize their ignorance and transform into something better from it. no doubt with the astral express' support throughout it all, let alone their willingness to embrace him into their fold and proffer a second chance, reaching that dream would not be just beyond his fingertips.

"I mean, I gotta schedule classes 'round takin' care of the animals. I doubt ya want me to bring a zoo to class." Not that he knew whether the doctor was gonna be the one teaching the class, but his cracked phone didn't really lend itself well to picking classes for the upcoming season.

❝ And it sounds to me as if you're making excuses, ❞ he shoots back with relative ease, one hand resting on his hip as he listens to the other prattle on about scheduling issues, not to mention his living situation. truthfully, it makes the doctor wonder if he should implement some kind of class that can be taken through online courses for such cases, the thought itself apparent in the way he falls silent for a moment, gaze drifting to the wayside in his thinking.

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THE FAMILIAR VOICE DRAWS HIS ATTENTION, taking note swiftly of not only the more expressive nature of the nameless but, in turn, the very flowers that blossom about his golden horns. ❝ You're certainly not alone in your observations, ❞ he notes, inspecting more closely, though being careful not to inhale too deeply just in case.

Bakushin steps aside, letting the Professor take a look at the equation on the board. It had been one of the many that she barely remembered, but she knew she got it wrong. Too bad, she found herself here before her trainer-san had helped her figure it out.

HEARING THE CORRECT ANSWER FROM HER, even with the obvious hesitation within her voice, he gives an affirmative nod in response without delay. ❝ Well done. Ten points, ❞ he praises alongside his usual rating for those who do good in his eyes. now, if only she felt more confidence when saying it, that would have been more exceptional, though he knows everyone must start somewhere.

AND THERE'S NO REACTION GIVEN, standing in place, still enough to replicate an actual statue, to make one wonder if he really can't see or if it's his choice to ignore it. well, if you didn't count the fact he's now moved his hand rest a knuckle against his plaster chin in thought. ❝ Certainly. I wouldn't claim to be the first logical thinker to pursue a sequence of patterns. Though that hardly limits my curiosity as to what has them elect candidates for their comings and goings in the moment. ❞ it could be a myriad of things, though one thing was for certain...

bitterly, she knew that well. how many times had they seen someone lose themselves in pursuit of a goal, seek out vengeance against another without thought for what consequences might await, cast aside morals and ethics? her own family was dedicated to what he felt he needed to do before what he wanted. arguably, she were no different — no matter the shape her journey took form, the heart of it was finding him, and nothing could pull her away from that goal.

FAITH AND REALITY WALKS A FINE LINE, something intermittent to how people carry themselves throughout life itself. in such cases, it was a fine mix that necessitates the will to take that next step, much as she seems to hold in her own grasp as they speak. strong-willed individuals as her were an ideal many strove for with only some achieving it, though that hardly diminishes the efforts so many have in their every day journeys and judging so on a strict basis would be futile. that was the fluctuation of humanity as a whole, something defined not by pure logic or fact, often defying the accepted known.

* That's The Old-Fashioned Way To Do It (I.E. Inscribe It On Tablets And Run The Numbers In Your Head) * Nowadays Most Lightners Would Use Computers (Like Me) But There Was A Time Where "Computer" Meant "One Who Computes" * Not Necessarily On Marble, But Still

IT WAS ALWAYS FASCINATING TO LEARN ABOUT HISTORY, whether or not it was in regards to his homeland or of another planet's. and, in this case, it was possibly from another universe, making it all the more intriguing that they were quite similar to some others in his own. ❝ That is similar to where I'm from. Technological advancements has accelerated the learning curve. Though, in that same light, it has become an overreliance to some... ❞ a pause at the thought. ❝ No offense to you, of course, ❞ he amends, hoping she didn't take anything personal on his statement. if anything, he believes it was a true balance of thinking and collaboration with technology to make the most beneficial outcomes.