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Character(s): Cardinal Albert Simon & Izaya Orihara
Location: Roger Bacon's dormitory
Rating: PG-13
Open/Closed/Finished: On-going; Closed
Summary: The shepherd, and the sheep dog decide to have a talk.

Life here in the Garden was painfully dull for the seven-hundred year old warlock, mainly because of the lack of suitable activities to do while stranded upon this floating mechanical island. After surviving the adventures that took place upon two different continents, Albert found his life within the Garden to be rather mundane at best. He was bored with both the staff, and the students of this vessel. Very few instructors and SeeD cadets seemed capable of holding a conversation or two, and even when he tried to discuss the political attitude of this realm with native-born citizens; the conversations were always brief. Although despite this minor gripe, Albert still found this new nameless realm to be interesting.

Idly flipping through the book before him, Albert let out a bored sigh. “Honestly now, I actually miss the redundant chattering of that old witch. The silence here is a tad unbearable.” He grumbled as he closed the book. While most would find para-magic studies to be a challenging feat, to the warlock it was merely busy work. The magick that the SeeD uses here is remotely no different than the magicks he’s already accustom to, however the chapter involving the Guardian Forces seemed to be a tad difficult for him to grasp. Rising from the desk to put on a pot of tea, Albert stopped abruptly once he heard a knock upon the door.

“A guest? Come in, the door is open.”

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Pain still radiated through Izaya's body, his torso still wrapped in bandages and gauze, the healing taking it's sweet time sans magic. Izaya slipped on his black shirt and coat, glad that it didn't show blood stains, though his jeans were not so lucky, covered with splattered crimson drops even after a thorough washing. Despite the lack of stains on his shirt, the holes in them showed obvious sighs of having been attacked with a knife. He sighed, refusing the heinous school uniform for now, figuring he would be able to get replacement duds soon. Besides, he had places to be, people to see~~, hands to shake, and babies to kiss~~.

~~The creep~~ Izaya wandered out of the infirmary and headed to the dorms, remembering a certain man's information-- not that he had been stalking him or anything of the sort. Hell, there was a detailed list of who lived where anyway. He knocked on Albert's door and upon hearing his voice, a sarcastic smirk graced his lips. He opened the door silently and stepped into the entry way, looking around.

"Well, this certainly makes my apartment in Japan look like a palace. I feel a bit cheated."

The cheeky teen was welcomed with a humored smile from the old gentleman. Albert hadn’t expected to see Izaya again anytime soon, but his visit today was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. The youth certainly looked a tad better than he did a day or so ago. Perhaps the doctor and nurses within the infirmary ward are well learned after all. “Now, now. I wouldn’t go as far as to state that much.” Despite the lack of space here at the Garden, Albert found his current settings to be quite homey enough to get some studying done. It’s just a same that Wugui wasn’t here to be his practice dummy, testing his magick upon rogue beasts was starting to bore Albert.

“Now what brings you here, young man?” The magician asked with a tinge of curiosity within his tone.

The attitudes of the man before him struck a cord, making Izaya curious as to what kind of man he had been in his youth, assuming he must have settled down quite a bit since then. Izaya's smirk remained unchanged as his narrow eyes connected on Albert's. How much cruelty still remained in him? He doubted his interpretation of Albert to be wrong, and thus could only ask that question.

"What brings me here indeed." He paused and found a free chair, pulling it forward and sitting in it rather arrogantly. "Roger-- Ah, or should I call you Mr. Bacon? Excuse me. How much do you know about this world?"

If there was a way to go back in time, Izaya may have been surprised by Albert’s younger self. Albert always donned the role of the good shepherd, a kind soul who was a leader amongst followers. In his youth, he was an avid believer of the Church and a defender of all men regardless of status. Born of common blood, the young friar soon became the star pupil of the real Roger Bacon. However, such a tale of grandeur always possess a tragic end and Albert’s tale was no different.

Keeping his attention on Izaya for a moment, Albert decided to fetch his pot of tea before it could boil over. “’Roger’ shall do for now.” He answered hastily before the boy could ask his question. As for Izaya’s inquiry about this realm, Albert’s reply wasn’t so curt. Recalling all he learned about the Garden and its activities, the old magician chose his words carefully as he returned from the next room.

“I cannot say I know much regarding the world itself, but I do know much about the Garden.”

Izaya tipped his head to the side as Albert removed himself, delighted by the smell of tea in the other room. Despite Izaya's technophile nature, and his deep seeded attachment to evolutionary change of the world around him, he was a man of tradition too, having involved knowledge of old world customs and a fair interest in tea, considering himself a bit of a connoisseur.

"So, it seems I should be learning... Magic? That is interesting. Beyond what is in the handbook, I have to say I know shockingly little about my surroundings."

Not being able to really move around freely definitely inhibited him, he figured he was doing fairly well after only being here for a week.

Perhaps this was the reason why they complimented each other well. Izaya was clearly from another time, from the future no less. The youth’s clothing mimicked that of the futuristic fashions here at the Garden. Albert honestly felt out of place amongst such technology, and culture. It bothered him somewhat that everything here in this world was so different from the one he knows. The magician found himself almost wishing to be sent back to the year of 1913, but that wish certainly won’t come true anytime soon. Then again, one would think that Albert would be accustomed to change. After all, he did see the world grow over the last seven hundred or so years.

“Magick you say?” A little smile formed upon his lips. “They have you learning from that horrid little handbook? What a shame! I must say, their take on magick is quite heinous.” Oh, Albert had plenty of grievances to complain about regarding the structure of para-magic studies.