Scorpio 1/19 You need to deal with an impulse that can lead in all sort of directions. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 50th day of Winter, 511 AV Impulses were something everyone faced. A man might have an impulse to hit that drunk in the face when he made an off-handed comment about his wife. That woman might have an impulse to buy that new blouse even though she was shopping for her husband. That little boy might have the impulse to stick that snake in the girl's pocket just to scare her. Everyone human suffered impulses because they just didn't have the time to plan everything out. Sometimes in life, decisions had to be made immediately. But Laudus wasn't human, nor did he lack in time known as lifespan. Yet he was suffering from this annoyance known as impulse. It had only been three days since Laudus had arrived in Denval. Yet in that time, Laudus had already been hired on as an alchemist for the government of Denval. The nuit already had two-room home with one room acting as his lab for his experiments. He chose his own experiments, and had no boss besides the Captain of the settlement. And unlike many others living in Denval, he didn't have to worry about death. As long as he had a body ready for him when the time came, he would never have to worry about dying. So would he have to worry, after three days in the settlement, what his first experiment would be? With no clock ticking down to his death, why would he have to prove so early on his worth? For some reason, that was the exact reason Laudus sought to perform his first experiment. The Nuit wished to prove to these humans that he knew what he was doing. For his assumption, he figured there weren't many alchemists in the town, if any, so he wasn't trying to prove he was better than others. Even a meager amount of talent in the world magic was better than nothing, and Laudus had more than meager skills. But for some odd reason that the Nuit could not fathom, he felt he needed to do something. Maybe it was his brain telling him something important. He wasn't on an island with Nuits anymore. He was among humans and he needed to think like one. So if his new humanistic approach came with these aggravating decisions, Laudus would have to accept them. And Laudus' first acceptance as an impulse pleaser was to wander Denval in search of his first idea for alchemy. He didn't know if any of these humans knew the difference between a fount and a filter, so he didn't bother to ask. Instead he once took the advice of what he read in a book on art long ago. The author wrote that art, whatever kind, could be found with any of the five senses. A new composition could be written just by listened to the birds around you, and chefs could create a masterpiece just by catching a whiff of an inspiring aroma. So the nuit was going to tweak that and find his artistic vibe for magic in one of the stalls in Raster Market. Laudus was strode between stalls quietly with slight help from his Shadowsilk Robes. Hood drawn up, only Laudus' grey beard could be seen protruding from the shadows. Besides a slight few who knew who Laudus was, most Denvali saw nothing more than a frail, old man who had recently arrived to Denval; Atleast Laudus expected that these people would know when someone knew arrived due to their small population. Whether or not they did notice him Laudus did not care. He merely ventured out to find him an idea. Watching with blue eyes and listening for a hawker's cry that interested him, Laudus wandered the market. Most traders' wares bored the Nuit. Who cared about beads or fresh fish when there was knowledge to be uncovered with just one successful experiment? But as he continued his search, Laudus was getting frustrated. Did these human traders have anything interesting? Or if not that atleast something that could help him? It wasn't until Laudus drew to the very back of the market did he find something remotely interested. Behind a stall with glimmering gems and fish strung up, a fish-like humanoid stood. Laudus chuckled softly. Well where humans failed me, a fish might just provide the answer. With a quick glance at the stalls to his left and right one last time. The nuit hoped he didn't look like an eager customer. He merely wished to sate his impulse. |