Open RP: Silas is Looooossst.

[ghostorangel.livejournal.com]

All right, Silas was used to massive cathedrals and the rambling corridors of the Opus Dei center in New York, but Hogwarts dwarfed them all in both size and sheer confusion. He'd found Ravenclaw all right, the night before, but now that he was attemtping to go anywhere else, he found himself hopelessly lost in a corridor that looked, well, like all the other corridors he'd seen. The paintings moved, and spoke, and Silas was beginning to think that if he hadn't been crazy before, he was well on the way there now.

He'd met no one so far, for which he was almost grateful--as bizarrely kind as many people had been here, he still hadn't begun to wrap his mind around just what sort of place he'd landed in. Sooner or later he had to run into someone, though, if only so they could tell him where he was, and at least try to point him back to familiar ground.

This place needs a chapel, he thought. Likely it already had one, but yet again he had to actually find it.

((Come poke/torment/see the crazy monk man))

ETA: ((OOC Note: Stephen-mun and I reaaally want to avoid Stephen/Silas meta, for both their sakes'.))

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[ghostorangel.livejournal.com]

Legolas looked human, yet...not. Silas, who had more or less given up trying to fathom who--or what--half the people he met were, was nevertheless curious. There wasn't any diplomatic way to ask, though.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Monsieur Legolas." Silas's odd accent had a difficult time with the name, but somehow managed it. "I would not at all mind the company." He followed after the man, conscientously shortening his stride--Legolas was far from short, but Silas tended to outdistance almost everyone without even trying.

[thranduils-son.livejournal.com]

"Has anyone yet explained this place to you? Is it a guild of sorts, a school in which to learn magic. In truth remarkably few classes are held, so if you wish to learn, it's best done on your own. You have the right idea already." As they walked he glanced sidelong at Silas, smiling.

"You'll undoubtedly meet many beings both fair and some quite foul, of all different races, but know that none can die on school grounds; this protection is afforded to all, regardless of who or what they are." This from someone with a long bow slung across his back, a full quiver, and who kept twin long-knives within easy reach. Nevertheless a sense of deep peace emanated from him, a certain stillness. He was not a violent being, simply well prepared.

"Might I have your name, friend?"

[ghostorangel.livejournal.com]

"Forgive me--my name is Silas. I have been told so many different things, I can't possibly keep them all straight," Silas said, with a small, wry smile. "I thought perhaps if I found the library, I could find some books that would make all this make a bit more sense."

Hearing about the Rule quite surprised him, but it was likely for the best--with creatures like Damien Thorn running about, it was almost necessary. "At my Sorting, I met all sorts of people and creatures I would never have thought existed. All my life I thought the world was a place governed by simple rules, and now it turns out to be...much more complicated than I ever could have expected." Strangely, he did not find the bow odd--it was probably sense, if Legolas was going somewhere outside the bounds of no-kill zone.