silverexorcist
Individualism in Normalcy!
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Julius
"You're right; Tropius is a pokemon from Hoenn." Julius nodded. "It was a gift from my father because he didn't want me to be without any form of independent transportation. I'm originally from the Sevii Islands, so I can understand your surprise at its ability to blend it."
Julius sighed deeply at George's words. The invisible line between myth, legend and truth...something he could not quite grasp. What was real? What defined what was fake? What was the difference between something that is mythical and something that is not yet encountered? He wanted to know, why could people could set aside things as idiotic rambling or superstitious nonsense so easily? Doing that often blinded them from the truth--which was a hidden concept anyways. Quite frankly, he could never hope to understand the ideals normal people clung to.
Julius sighed as he shut his book once more. He stood up and stretched his legs as Vibrava glided gently to sit atop his shoulder. Julius propped up his glasses as he looked straight at George, making eye contact for the first time since their meeting.
"I am Julius Claudius Madeus of the Suicine Dorm. I should thank you for your time to talk. I sometimes get off track when I'm reading. George, right? Around how long have you been coming to the acedemy?"
"You're right; Tropius is a pokemon from Hoenn." Julius nodded. "It was a gift from my father because he didn't want me to be without any form of independent transportation. I'm originally from the Sevii Islands, so I can understand your surprise at its ability to blend it."
Julius sighed deeply at George's words. The invisible line between myth, legend and truth...something he could not quite grasp. What was real? What defined what was fake? What was the difference between something that is mythical and something that is not yet encountered? He wanted to know, why could people could set aside things as idiotic rambling or superstitious nonsense so easily? Doing that often blinded them from the truth--which was a hidden concept anyways. Quite frankly, he could never hope to understand the ideals normal people clung to.
Julius sighed as he shut his book once more. He stood up and stretched his legs as Vibrava glided gently to sit atop his shoulder. Julius propped up his glasses as he looked straight at George, making eye contact for the first time since their meeting.
"I am Julius Claudius Madeus of the Suicine Dorm. I should thank you for your time to talk. I sometimes get off track when I'm reading. George, right? Around how long have you been coming to the acedemy?"