Midway in isolation

[bearshermark]

Who: Eleven and Professor Mala
What: A Thing Happened, Please Advise
Where: Professor Mala's office?
When: Some time after The Thing
Warnings: None so far!


After circling through his options for weeks, Eleven finally found himself standing in front of the door to Professor Mala's office door. As the Intimation instructor, she was more like than most to have knowledge of the true history of the world- or at least he hoped as much. She might not know everything, but she should at least know whom to ask if not. He was even somewhat certain that she held some fondness for him.

Even still, his hands twisted into the ever-present baldric strapped over his robes and attempted something of a rehearsal for what he needed to say.

Another breath, and Eleven raised his hand to rap a light rhythm on the door. The feeling that he was in more trouble than he knew how to deal with pervaded. Even Hendrik's considerable strength wouldn't be able to contend with this particular problem he now found himself in.

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[bearshermark]

He winced. A world in darkness..

Eleven sighed and leaned back. "I don't blame anyone for it.. No matter how it happened, I believe it's Yggdrasil's will that I'm here. ..You are very wise, Professor Mala."

[magicademynpcs]

A faint smile shows behind her hands. "I'm old. I've made lots of mistakes and learned. That's all."

[bearshermark]

Idly, he wonders what he might be able to learn from his own.

"I envy that a little." If only he were just a little wiser himself. "But I'm glad for your insight. It's really helped me."

[magicademynpcs]

"I am grateful for that much at least. Do try to take it just a little easy on occasion?" She peers at him over her glasses. Very tempted to look into what circumstances surround him, she must admit.

[bearshermark]

He goes to assure her that he will, but after a moment's consideration, can only smile a little wryly.

"..On the weekends," he says instead, and stands. Eleven stretches a bit, feeling marginally lighter than he had coming in.

"Thank you again, Professor. I hope that next time I visit, it'll just be about homework."

[magicademynpcs]

"That would be asking for a bit of luck, I think." Professor Mala rises out of courtesy, the better to see him off properly. That isn't typical, but he had the good grace to come to her and speak of his problems. Thinking like that ought to be rewarded. "The more so since you need little help on that score. Nonetheless, return when you need to, whatever the cause."

[bearshermark]

It was true. If there was a branch of magic he was truly taking to, it was Intimation. He'd never felt a greater need for guidance, and perhaps that was part of it.

Eleven's smile sobered to something more sincere as he reached the door.

"I guess it would be too much to think I might never have need of your invaluable wisdom again." He tapped the doorframe and shook his head. "I'm grateful for the invitation. I will be sure to seek you out when such an occasion rises."