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[uquars_gadget]

There are several large books stacked around Helen. Three in a language known in some worlds as Russian, one in a language known on some worlds as Greek, one that died out on most Earths long enough ago to not be known by anthropologists (but one significant slice of Earths became very prominent and important), and five in English. They all have titles about cross-dimensional travel.

She decided to stop researching in her room. So the young girl is researching at a table down here--that's totally the same thing as socializing, right?

 

Right.

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[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Yew need halp wit thet stuff? I know Greek an' Latin, an' a few others."

(OOC: Would that forgotten language be anything like the Lovecraftian ones?)

[uquars_gadget]

(OOC: I don't think so--Lovecraftian mythos is not much like that of her set of worlds at all. :))

Helen looks up, then up again, at the very tall man in the trenchcoat. "No, I read them," she tells him, with a slight tilt of her head that sends the hair over her face. "Are you a scholar?"

That he asked implies he could be.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"A bit o' 'un." He grins. "May I set here?"

[uquars_gadget]

It is not so hard to make out his accent, but as a non-native English speaker it does take Helen a moment or two. "Yes," she says, moving over some books so that one of the chairs is not blocked. "What do you study?"

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"I learned tew read from my crazy gran'father's books o' Black magic. They whar written en awll kinds o' different languages.

"My name es Wilbur Whateley, by the way."

[uquars_gadget]

Helen tilts her head. "Helen. The day we meet is calm, Honored Wilbur."

She pauses, uncertain, and asks "Do you mean using shadows?"

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur sighs. "I mean cawllin' upawn demuns, openin' portawls ter nasty places, an' larnin' Thin's Thet Mankind Es Nawt Meant Ter Know.

"My Gran'father was crazy an' wanted ter destroy the world fer giggles. He awlsew thought thet a Dark Gawd would make a good son-en-law."

A tentacle slithers out of Wilbur's coat.

[uquars_gadget]

(OOC: sorry for the wait)

"...your grandfather was a fool." Helen tells him, upset and annoyed. She does not believe on things that mankind is not meant to know, or she does not believe in them continuing to be unknown, but calling upon demons and opening portals to nasty places are things that have rather personal connotations.

She doesn't notice the tentacle, at first. There are enough books to obscure most of her view.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Naw, jest nuts." Wilbur grins.

The tentacle passes her a book.

"An' I was raised by him--sew I was awlmost es nuts es he was, by the end."

[3nanashi]

Totally!

Well, Trowa thinks it counts.

Presumably. He hasn't commented. Or much looked in her direction.

[uquars_gadget]

Surprisingly, Helen hasn't looked much in his direction either.

She hasn't, actually, much looked away from the notebook in front of her at all, but she hisses in annoyance as the next textbook she grabs from a stack falls from her fingers halfway through and thuds.

[3nanashi]

He does look over at that.

Though he doesn't react otherwise.

[uquars_gadget]

Helen's senses to who's watching her aren't as finetuned as many people's, but she just did something potentially embarassing.

Which heightens any thirteen year old girl's sense of eyes-on-their-back.

She turns her head, and glares at him from behind her hair. "Yes?"

[3nanashi]

Trowa returns the look blankly, from behind his own hair.

After a moment, he turns his gaze away again.

[uquars_gadget]

...

Helen is struck speechless for a moment at the nerve of him, to look away instead of answering a perfectly reasonable question.

"Haven't you got any manners?" she demands, once she recovers her voice.

[3nanashi]

Trowa glances back at her.




"Sorry."

[uquars_gadget]

Helen looks slightly disconcerted at this, as if unsure whether or not to be mollified.

"That's not an answer," she says, finally, though less certain of her annoyance than earlier.

[dazzling-future.livejournal.com]

If researching in public counts as socializing, then Belladonna Minerva Moriarty is the most social person here. Setting down a few large notebooks, a copy of The Dynamics of an Asteroid, and a half-finished cup of tea, Bella squints to see what Helen is reading.

"Anything interesting?"

[uquars_gadget]

Helen looks up, and over. "Yes," she says, with a quick sideways nod. "Some of these concepts are stated in ways different than the ones I was taught."

And some of them are new.

"And you?"

[dazzling-future.livejournal.com]

"I just finished a paper. Analytical geometry. Rather dry, I'm afraid, but interesting. I'm here now to relax, and hopefully get some reading done. What are you studying?"

[uquars_gadget]

"Cross-dimensional travel," Helen informs her. "The theories, not the math."

[dazzling-future.livejournal.com]

"That could be...useful."

*pauses*

"You were taught about cross-dimensional travel?"

[uquars_gadget]

Helen nods, briefly. "The House of Uquar preserves and seeks knowledge. It was thought I should learn of traverses and their use for when the Wider Times return. That's when they're supposed to open up, again."

Helen shrugs, quick and awkwardly thirteen. "Why were you studying analytical geometry? That's to do with coordinates in this language, yes?"

[dazzling-future.livejournal.com]

Bella returns the nod.

"Yes. Coordinates and how they change in relation to each other. I was studying it because I have a paper to hand in next week."

*pauses, and considers that Helen meant more generally*

"I'm reading mathematics because I would like to teach someday."

[uquars_gadget]

"You're a scholar?"