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Career Advice - Hellius Surla; Year 5 - Day 8 - Career Advisory Day
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Hellius Surla	Apr 1 2010, 11:59:47 PM Post #1
If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification. Posts: 3,365 Group: Gryffindor Prefect Member #14 Joined: Jan 3 2007 Age 17 Location California Real Name Cody Character Age 16 RP Relationship Status Single RP Location In the courtyard	Hellius sat across the corridor from Bannishtar's classroom; cigarette routinely pressed between his lips. Taking a drag, he shifted his legs and readjusted his feet; awaiting the current inhabitant to leave the room. You haven't given it a single thought, have you? The parasite cackled, nearly slurring his sentence. A thought. Hellius released his drag towards the ceiling. Arbitrary. The demon sounded annoyed. Hellius shrugged and took another drag. Isn't everything? This is true. Flauros' tone lightened. Pinning his cigarette between his middle and index fingers, Hellius laid his arms across his upper thighs. It was taking the girl quite awhile. Is it a fault of my own that I'm apathetic? There was a moment of silence from Flauros, as if he was deep in contemplation. Concerning... what? He finally answered. His tone was blank and his words were drawn out. Again Hellius shrugged, snapping his gaze to the opening door across the hall. His eyes followed the girl, looking her up and down, until she was out of his immediate sight. Pressing himself to his feet, letting the cigarette fall from between his fingers as he did so, Hellius casually dragged himself across the hall. Everything. Hellius entered Bannishtar's classroom and immediately took note of the humidity and musky scent which lurked within the mist which seemed to come from everywhere. The Gryffindor licked his lips and planted himself towards the entrance of the classroom. "Hi," he sheepishly greeted. Hellius slid his hands into his pockets. Edited by Hellius Surla, Apr 2 2010, 12:26:05 AM.



Deleted User	Apr 2 2010, 11:23:24 PM Post #2
Deleted User	"Good morning, Mr. Surla," said Banni, nodding at one of his prefects. He'd hoped that giving the boy prefect duty might help unlock some of his more...constructive traits that Banni had glimpsed once or twice and wanted to see more of. As to whether or not the boy's placement had been successful in this, like everything else about Mr. Surla, was difficult to determine. "Please, sit down," said the centaur, "would you like some water?" Banni inclined his head towards the silver tray which rested upon a stump. On the tray was a perspiring pitch of ice cold water and several glasses, some of which--judging by their partially emptied contents and their own film of condensation--had obviously been used, while many unused glasses remained on the tray. "Now," said the centaur as he looked through the open cabinet marked "S", "What do--ah, there it is--" the centaur opened Hellius Surla's folder and looked through it before looking back at Mr. Surla. "What I mean is," said Banni, "What are your dreams, Mr. Surla? What do you want to do?"
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Hellius Surla	Apr 2 2010, 11:57:19 PM Post #3
If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification. Posts: 3,365 Group: Gryffindor Prefect Member #14 Joined: Jan 3 2007 Age 17 Location California Real Name Cody Character Age 16 RP Relationship Status Single RP Location In the courtyard	Hellius examined the room as he slowly approached the stump seat; absorbing its atmosphere and the interesting shades of brown and green. He took a seat and crossed his right leg over his left, tugging on his knee. Taking note of but ultimately ignoring the clumps of mud on the bottom of his shoes, he looked across the room at Bannishtar. "Maybe in a little while, thanks," he responded to the centaur's offer of water. The next conversation starter was a bit more... interesting, the Gryffindor thought. "My... dreams? Well, when I actually dream, they are typically haunted," he exaggerated, "by the parasitic demon implanted by Azariah. Otherwise, peacefully black." Stifling a pant, Hellius planted his right foot and leaned forward to pluck a glass from the tray. He eyed the ice and water contained within. Looking up and across the room, he took a sip of water. "Hmm," he sniffed and slid an ice cube to his cheek. "The second question- not so sure about." Hellius shifted his weight to the side and screwed the bottom of the glass into the wet earth. "I could be a smart ass and rant on about how there's tons and tons of things I could be doing, but... I don't think I wanna beat around the bush today." The Gryffindor scratched the back of his head in contemplation. "To be honest, I really don't know."



Deleted User	Apr 3 2010, 01:12:37 AM Post #4
Deleted User	"My... dreams?" asked Hellius, "Well, when I actually dream, they are typically haunted by the parasitic demon implanted by Azariah. Otherwise, peacefully black." Bannishtar blinked. Of course, he knew about that. The staff had already had this discussion about Hellius and the many other peculiar fifth years currently residing within the school. There was so much uncertainty in the air surrounding these students, and it was clear that dark forces had taken an interest in them--but what for? They were only foals. So much mystery and uncertainty. The centaur found himself looking back on the days when he was simply to be a Watcher; meant to observe, but not to participate. Now that he was in the thick of it, the world was a much more unsettling place. The conversation became somewhat awkward after the boy's statement. Of course, it was just as much what he said as the way he said it that caused unease to spread palpably throughout the room. Mr. Surla proceeded to inform Banni that he hadn't the slightest idea what he wanted to do with his life. Banni's rather stiff countenance at the time could hardly be called inviting, so it was not likely that Hellius was going to want to talk to him more deeply on the subject. It wasn't as though Banni mistrusted Hellius, no--well, okay, there was a bit of worry as to what the parasite might be reporting to his master, but Bidellia had assured Banni that proper measures had been taken to avoid outside contact. Still, the knowledge of the existence of the creature within the boy's head made Banni worry for not only Mr. Surla, but everyone else inside the castle. In the end, it made little difference, thought Banni. Of course, the devils were already within the walls. It was common knowledge amongst the staff that Azariah had some of his own here under the guise of Law Enforcement. What was one more potential spy? Besides, Azariah had his moles, DuMaine has some, too, and certain SAVIOR members could hardly be called innocent of the crime of duplicity. Banni had come to the conclusion that it was all part of the game. At least, this is what he told himself in order to facilitate easier communication with the infected boy. Banni cleared his throat, awkwardly. "Well," he said, scanning Mr. Surla's grade sheet, "Let's look at your grades. You're doing acceptably well in most classes...Impressively well in Magical Concepts--Professor Tortal tells me you may very well be top in the class. Your grades in History of Magic, Herbology, and Potions, however, are--to use that very human phrase--ghastly. Which, I suppose, is fine so long as you don't want to be a historian, herbologist, or potion maker--or an auror." Somehow, the centaur seriously doubted that Hellius--who seemed to be in constant rebellion of authority regardless of whether it was beneficial or harmful to himself or those around him--would want to be an auror. "I know this is not the purpose of our meeting," said the centaur, taking another look at his grades, which were passable, but not outstanding (save for the Magic Concepts score). Banni believed he could do better, "But if you want to keep your options open, seeing as you've got little idea just yet as to what you want to do, you might want to put a little more effort into your classes. Your grades are good, but I know you are far more intelligent than this--and please don't give me any attitude because I mean this." The centaur anticipated such a reaction whether or not he was going to get it from Surla. In a way, though, Banni understood, and yet, didn't. On one hand, the grades system and deciding what you wanted to do, then having a collection of exams decide whether or not your dream is even possible so early in life, was ridiculous to the centaur, who grew up with one's only merit being one's survivability, and one's role being however best they could aid the herd in its own survival. On the other, Banni knew that one's position in the herd was dictated by how that one was perceived by others. Testing might seem a strange way of doing so to Banni, but all cultures have processes for judging the merits of an individual, and--like it or not--those judgments would usually follow the individual so long as he remained within that society. That was just the way of things. "I will not be like your other adult figures," said the centaur, who, in an act that might seem strange, backed away from the boy. He would have gotten closer as he gazed imploringly at Surla, but it was all in an effort to reach the boy by not appearing as though he was looking down on him. If he'd gotten closer to the boy, it would be impossible to meet eye-to-eye, which is what the centaur wanted. "I have no interest in coddling under performing students," he said, his tone becoming stiff, yet at the same time, oddly defiant--not unlike that of someone expressing distaste for the way things were run. It was a tone he'd never, in his recollection, used in front of a student. It was, however, the only way he could think to reach the boy: through a genuine, if less than professional, exchange of ideas. "And I have even less in the methods for judging an individual's worth in your society. They are not my ways, and they may not even be your ways, but they are the ways of your people. I know how you feel. A grade is just a letter, a number, a useless mark on parchment. But a lot of people take stock in those useless marks, and, like it or not, a lot of the time if you want anything in this world, then you have to play by their game." Banni looked to a window overlooking the grounds and the dense foliage of the forest beyond with a sober expression. "It is no different here than it is in the wilderness of the forbidden forest, nor anywhere so long as you chose to live amongst others." He looked back at Hellius with an inscrutable expression. His mind working to find the right things to say, in hopes to reach the boy through all of his defiance and mistrust of authority, and through Banni's own unease at his presence: "So," said Banni, "I rephrase my earlier question: What is it that you want?" It was less a question about his future plans and more about the boy himself. Banni hoped that a different choice of words would provoke a different response. Banni wanted to understand so that he might help, that is why he had become a teacher despite all that stood in his way. He defied the authority and views of the day simply by being where he was--all so he could do what he felt was right by himself and others. Sometimes you had to defy your society, but it was still good to know when to pick one's battles.
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Hellius Surla	Apr 3 2010, 09:16:28 PM Post #5
If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification. Posts: 3,365 Group: Gryffindor Prefect Member #14 Joined: Jan 3 2007 Age 17 Location California Real Name Cody Character Age 16 RP Relationship Status Single RP Location In the courtyard	As the boy listened to the centaur spoke, he began to bounce his foot in childish anticipation. Hellius admired the way Bannishtar spoke. It was different than the abhorrent condensation and judgmental blather which spat from the mouths of Hellius' own. It was a direct acknowledgement of almost everything the Gryffindor contemplated in his head. "So," Banni concluded, "I rephrase my earlier question: What is it that you want?" Simple question, all in all... For anyone else. Hellius shrugged in response, taking a breath as he tried to find the right words to say. "It's hard to tell you what I want. More than anything, I just want a reason. "I mean, we're still expected to do all this? Regardless of the enemy that's just outside our walls? We're expected to do... what? Where? With whom? Are we expected to work?" Hellius frowned very sharply; scrunching his face to show his dissatisfaction in the whole matter. "The government is in shambles, the barrier between the muggle society and magic society is nonexistent, and every person with any remote connection to the ministry is turning up dead- one by one! You're telling me we're expected to go work somewhere? Exchange our petty coins for shit we don't even need?" Hellius was rather animate; his voice and physical quirks demonstrating his frustration. He was on the edge of the seat, desperately seeking an answer. "I just... I just want a reason. Azariah isn't just gonna disapparate into a cloud of dust!" Edited by Hellius Surla, Apr 3 2010, 09:23:56 PM.



Deleted User	Apr 3 2010, 11:46:12 PM Post #6
Deleted User	"So," said the centaur, trying to find the right words "it is the uncertainty that bothers you? The feeling that something has happened and the world in which you live, and the order to which those around you--the very people to whose standards you are beholden--begins to crumble; and all the while it seems you are one of the few that realizes something has changed?" The centaur frowned. It was hard for Banni to know what to say to Hellius. Whether the centaur liked it or not, he spoke truth. Day after day, it seemed as though Barrabas, the M.L.E., even Banni and the rest of the Hogwarts staff were busy doing little but trying to retain some semblance of normalcy, when, in fact, the world had begun to change and there was no going back. Hellius was correct. Azariah, namely, what Azariah had done to the world, would not simply evaporate. Even if he was defeated, the world would be forever changed. "I fully understand," said Banni, "I sometimes wonder where I should go from here, and I have to bite my tongue constantly when speaking with others." How did the centaur know? Well, aside from the obvious factors that anyone who wasn't blind could see (sadly, it seemed that humans with eyes to see were limited to Mr. Surla and a few others), Banni had already foreseen it. "Much of your race is blind to the way things are changing...." Banni had already seen it in the movements of Saturn and Uranus. Saturn's moons were on a collision course with each other, signifying catastrophe born of the order Saturn both represents, and the true order it brings to the solar system with its massive size. Uranus, on the other hand, shines brightly, signifying radical change. "...and the centaurs are fully aware of it, but they remain as passive observers as always." Banni had also made a prophecy during a trance that the centaur had underwent in the hopes of touching the the Unus Mundus--the "One Mind"--of all sentient life residing below even the subconscious mind--and clarifying what he'd seen in the stars. Professor Stuart had been present as his witness, and it was her memory of the event which now resided in a simple glass orb hidden within the castle (for Banni was in a trance and therefor has no recollection of what he'd said while connected with the One Mind). The prophecy confirmed what he'd seen in the stars, and spoke of chaos born from order and clashing powers that will bring inevitable ruin. Great change is always marked by great catastrophe. Still, like most prophecies, it failed to be very specific, and said nothing of what would happen next, as it often is with Divination. It is not an infallible art. And, in the end, one did not need to see the future to see that something was happening. One simply needed to open their eyes and ears to the happenings of the world. But Barrabas DuMaine had sought it fit to create this illusion that things were under control, thus blinding the populace who were all-too-eager to accept a more promising lie in place of the truth. Surely if the people knew (or accepted) just what had been set in motion, there would be panic and, ultimately, the chaos that Azariah craves. All of this had gone through the centaur's head hundreds of times in the past couple of years, and the feelings of uncertainty and fear that were associated with knowing just enough to be aware of a more frightening truth--yet not know what that truth truly meant--grew within the centaur. It was like reading half a book, knowing that there was more in store, and knowing only enough about the plot and characters to become anxious as their fates--only, this was your fate that is at stake (Banni had become quite the avid reader once he learned how to read human text). "And yet," said the cetnaur, "for all our Divining power and knowledge, even we do not have an answer for you. We only know that change is coming, not what that change shall bring, and therefore we cannot tell you if anything you do now will matter in the future. No one can. That is the ugly truth, and what I have tried to teach my class many times in order to break down the dangerous illusions many have." Illusions, of course, both about the power of divination, and about the way their world operates. Perhaps, in the end, there was reason for keeping the people's doubts assauged with lies...Banni hated even to think for a second that he saw the reasoning in it. Yet the centaur did not want to cover his ears and close his eyes. He wanted the truth, and he would search for it. Perhaps he would return to the forest over the summer months. "I can't give you a reason," said the centaur, "I, like my art, cannot give you that, nor certainty or purpose. That, I'm afraid, you shall have to find yourself." Banni knew, in the end, it was not him, nor Bidelia, nor society, nor Barrabas DuMaine, nor even the parasite that shares his mind that the boy must answer to. In the end, the truth was simple: "The stars do not direct our lives," he said, "That is the biggest and gravest misinterpretation of the art of Divination that I know of. And any control one person or group as over another is hardly lasting, as dictatorships and nations rise and fall. In the end, the only person you have to answer to is yourself, Hellius." The centaur then moved closer to the boy, and put his hand on his shoulder. "I can give you advice," he said, "You can listen to your teachers, your leaders, Professor Belleford, myself; and even Barrabas DuMaine, as awful an example of a human being--or even a sentient being--that he is, has his talking points. But it is you that must decide for yourself what your reason is. You have to do what you think is right by yourself and, more importantly, those around you." Banni had done that once, and had been banished from his herd for it. Yet, through impossible odds, has been accepted back and his position among the humans even welcomed by many in his herd. Doing what is right (for yourself or for others) was not always easy. Once again, Banni, too, would soon have to do what he thought was right, even if it meant defying both Barrabass and, by the extention of Bidelia's orders to keep peace with the M.L.E.--Bidelia herself. He could feel that day quickly approaching. He would be a hypocrite if he did not greet that day with determination, and relish the moment when it finally came. When that happened, he thought, he would return home. He made a promise to himself, then and there.
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Hellius Surla	Apr 5 2010, 10:24:20 PM Post #7
If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification. Posts: 3,365 Group: Gryffindor Prefect Member #14 Joined: Jan 3 2007 Age 17 Location California Real Name Cody Character Age 16 RP Relationship Status Single RP Location In the courtyard	Hellius wasn't sure how to respond. There was part of him that already knew what his head of house was telling him for more often than not, Hellius had contemplated what he was telling him. However many times he mocked the religious for their dependance on authority or the aimless for their inability to find a road, Hellius was no better - he chose to not be involved. This is something he realized, right at that moment. "Part of me... doesn't want the world to go back to the way it was. Regardless of the unthinkable atrocities with Azariah, I can't see the old world--with its corrupt politicians and shallow traditions--to be any better," Hellius admitted, bowing his head, trying to avoid seeing the initial reaction of his words. "There's so much I don't agree with that I'd rather not be apart of."



Deleted User	Apr 7 2010, 06:52:15 PM Post #8
Deleted User	"Then," said the centaur, "if I were you...I would want to make sure that the world that rises up from the ashes--the world you will inherit--is one that shaped more to my satisfaction. That is your right as an heir to this world. The time will come when you and those around you will decide. The phantoms of the past will try to influence you, and you will have to take from them the lessons you can learn, and leave the rest of it to fade with time--that applies to all of the influences in your life." The centaur smiled, then, knowing that there were more students awaiting advising, the centaur said in a tone that was both sagely and at the same time would let Hellius know that the meeting was indeed over: "That is what it truly means to make one's own decisions." And that was the best advice the centaur could give.
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