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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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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.

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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.