26 Jun 2020, 08:11
A Calculated Risk is not Risky
@Mars T'ien
The grounds of Hogwarts spanned before Albert. The expansiveness of the fields, paths, and natural areas still amazed him, but he still needed to see everything there was about this school. The good parts of the school were fine to see, but he was more interested in the subtleties. And I'm curious about the internal discussion but we'll see how that pans out. Sneaking around is always Never a good idea. Not that it isn't fun though... He casually thought.
He was quite content sitting around in his room, reading or working on something. However, fun inside got a little old with nothing new to do. Plus, why do we need to sit around and do nothing? May as well enjoy liquid gold.
The liquid gold he referred to was not some metaphor, or some intangible feeling. He sought some adrenaline. The drug of all drugs. I'm clueless as to how one could enjoy a little risk here. Especially with the disappearance of the headmaster, or whoever the hell.
Nothing was ever adequate in his mind. He wanted premier fun. Not some cheap fun- none of the vapid pastimes many of his acquaintances seemed to enjoy. He wanted something real. Something stimulating.
Maybe something mildly against the rules. Nothing contrarian, but bending rules is not a crime, he thought, partly aloud and partly in his head. Hopefully nobody would hear him and scream. Hopefully not a single staid professor would cross his path. Unrestrained fun, in his mind, was best left unrestrained.
But oh- the adrenaline. Life wasn't complete without it. Maybe he could find someone to enjoy the chemical happiness with.
But what could he do? Dive in the lake? No! Trek through the forest? Definitely not, unless he wanted to face as severe a punishment as expulsion. How about climbing a tower to rapell down? That would be a possibility.
He, however, didn't have ropes. Time to engineer something up. Bedsheet ropes had promise.
Bedsheet ropes, however, had taught Albert a lesson or two about basic physics. One such lesson could be titled "Gravity is a b*tch". Another could be named "Friction is a very important force". While he knew how to tie elaborate knots, he couldn't think of any to make a real rope out of anything, let alone bedsheets. They lacked the texture and spring he needed.
He was, however, well versed with the knots he needed to tie. Firstly, a Carrick loop was definitely needed to avoid creating a noose, and it was measurably stronger than a figure eight or any other bighted knot.
He also needed a knot to rappel down with, as he did not have a device. He had also learned another lession from his bedsheet mishap, "Friction hurts". That was fairly self explanatory. Prusik knot popped into mind. For the un-versed in knots, it may have seemed secure, yet Albert was quite scared of it. Regardless, he could make a Rudimentary setup with these three knots, and he was fairly certain it wasn't a suicide machine.
His defense, of course, would be that he was practicing his knot skills with a friend. But he'd need a friend (or any other person willing to dick around with impromptu ropes).
He remembered someone- couldn't remember the name. He was pretty sure they'd climbed an astronomy tower, and he'd seen them around here sometimes. Maybe he'd wait - with 20 metres worth of fabric that he had mysteriously procured from around the grounds, and his usual haunts.
This isn't dangerous, he thought. A calculated risk is not risky.
The grounds of Hogwarts spanned before Albert. The expansiveness of the fields, paths, and natural areas still amazed him, but he still needed to see everything there was about this school. The good parts of the school were fine to see, but he was more interested in the subtleties. And I'm curious about the internal discussion but we'll see how that pans out. Sneaking around is always Never a good idea. Not that it isn't fun though... He casually thought.
He was quite content sitting around in his room, reading or working on something. However, fun inside got a little old with nothing new to do. Plus, why do we need to sit around and do nothing? May as well enjoy liquid gold.
The liquid gold he referred to was not some metaphor, or some intangible feeling. He sought some adrenaline. The drug of all drugs. I'm clueless as to how one could enjoy a little risk here. Especially with the disappearance of the headmaster, or whoever the hell.
Nothing was ever adequate in his mind. He wanted premier fun. Not some cheap fun- none of the vapid pastimes many of his acquaintances seemed to enjoy. He wanted something real. Something stimulating.
Maybe something mildly against the rules. Nothing contrarian, but bending rules is not a crime, he thought, partly aloud and partly in his head. Hopefully nobody would hear him and scream. Hopefully not a single staid professor would cross his path. Unrestrained fun, in his mind, was best left unrestrained.
But oh- the adrenaline. Life wasn't complete without it. Maybe he could find someone to enjoy the chemical happiness with.
But what could he do? Dive in the lake? No! Trek through the forest? Definitely not, unless he wanted to face as severe a punishment as expulsion. How about climbing a tower to rapell down? That would be a possibility.
He, however, didn't have ropes. Time to engineer something up. Bedsheet ropes had promise.
Bedsheet ropes, however, had taught Albert a lesson or two about basic physics. One such lesson could be titled "Gravity is a b*tch". Another could be named "Friction is a very important force". While he knew how to tie elaborate knots, he couldn't think of any to make a real rope out of anything, let alone bedsheets. They lacked the texture and spring he needed.
He was, however, well versed with the knots he needed to tie. Firstly, a Carrick loop was definitely needed to avoid creating a noose, and it was measurably stronger than a figure eight or any other bighted knot.
He also needed a knot to rappel down with, as he did not have a device. He had also learned another lession from his bedsheet mishap, "Friction hurts". That was fairly self explanatory. Prusik knot popped into mind. For the un-versed in knots, it may have seemed secure, yet Albert was quite scared of it. Regardless, he could make a Rudimentary setup with these three knots, and he was fairly certain it wasn't a suicide machine.
His defense, of course, would be that he was practicing his knot skills with a friend. But he'd need a friend (or any other person willing to dick around with impromptu ropes).
He remembered someone- couldn't remember the name. He was pretty sure they'd climbed an astronomy tower, and he'd seen them around here sometimes. Maybe he'd wait - with 20 metres worth of fabric that he had mysteriously procured from around the grounds, and his usual haunts.
This isn't dangerous, he thought. A calculated risk is not risky.
6 Jul 2020, 02:19
A Calculated Risk is not Risky
@Albert Peshkov
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The Grounds were nice in the late afternoon air. This was like Deja Vu almost, a scene that Mars felt like they'd done about a million times over. Really, they probably had. They'd met a fair share of people this way, just wandering around the Grounds looking for something to do after their homework was done. The mountains in the distance glistened with their snow-covered caps and Mars raised a hand to block the wind that whistled through their hand and down their spine.
Hmm. There really was nothing to do lately. The new rules had rendered everyone mostly stuck to their daily routine, the mundane tasks of everyday life filling the halls. Mars had suffered the worst of it—they could deal with no more events, larger restrictions on the Forbidden Forest, and the appearance of new staff and patrols, but the curfews? That was rotting their brain from the inside out.
Late nights had never been their friend, but lately, they dreaded the darkening of the sky even more than usual. The appearance of every tiny star only promised another bead of sweat, another moment spent staring up at the ceiling wishing that something would knock them out cold. They missed being able to viably sneak out to the top of the Owlery, its large windows ideal for climbing out of and high vantage point ideal perfect to gaze down on the school below. Or up at the stars. God, they missed the stars.
It was with this in mind that Mars brought themselves back to reality. Directly ahead of them stood a boy, somewhat on the smaller size and decked out in blue robes. Ah, a Ravenclaw then. His face was vaguely familiar—Mars rifled through the notes in their brain, trying to remember which class they'd seen him in. Finally, the lightbulb went off. Oh right. The Popcorn Party.
Still, a name didn't come to them. How odd. Faces were sometimes difficult, but names typically came easy to them. Strange that they had no recollection of this boy's. But far stranger was the fact that he was standing in the middle of the Grounds with what looked like several blankets clutched in his hand. What the hell?
Mars slipped their hands into their pockets and wandered over to him. Sizing the wizard up, they flashed him a grin. The silver pin on their lapel glinted, "they/them" written in dark letters.
"Hey," they greeted, "I've seen you before—though I don't remember your name. I'm Mars." Their hands stayed firmly in their pockets as they tipped their chin in the direction of the wad of blankets. From up close, it was easier to see that they'd been tied together, forming some kind of makeshift rope.
"What's that for?" they asked.
[ Home, they said. I should like to go home. ]
STA: 6 | EVA: 10 | STR: 3 | WIS: 9 | ARC: 5 | ACC: 10
STA: 6 | EVA: 10 | STR: 3 | WIS: 9 | ARC: 5 | ACC: 10