(1312-06-27) On That Which May Not Be Cut
Summary: Perrin and Jehan-Pascal meet over books; philosophies and practicalities are discussed.
RL Date: 6/27
Related: None
perrin jehan-pascal 

Raziel's Sanctum — Grand Plaza

Pedestrian traffic flows past the tall, multistorey temple to knowledge without ever daring to glimpse within. Their loss proves the academic community of Marsilikos' gain. Watery light passing through greenish tinted windows throws a distinctly sylvan enchantment over the narrow ground floor. Awash in jade shadows, the built-in bookcases heave with the treasures of the deep and wide world. Volumes mass-produced by printing press in d'Angeline dominate the front shelves, a wild assortment of topics contained within some obscure system of sorting known only to the regulars. Herbalism and gardening stand abreast of architectural sketches from the City of Elua and Kusheline manuals on horse breeds.

A journey up the twisting stairs past the bric-a-brac acquired by years of travelers trading in their goods leads into the true heartland of wisdom. Candles set before stained glass throw rapturous kaleidoscopes of painted colour over a long hall. The open central aisle hosts low couches set back to back on woven Bhodistani rugs. The most treasured volumes — and hence, the most costly — occupy the floor-to-ceiling shelves overseen by the grumpiest of caretakers, an ill-tempered marmalade cat with his own stuffed chair that no one sits in.

The third floor holds a repository of maps and scrolls, aged texts too fragile to hold, and a bookbinding and mending service at a cost.

When looking out of the windows, you see: It is a summer morning. The weather is hot and drizzling.


Jehan-Pascal bounds into the Sanctum, fully well on wine and kahve already of a morning, looking bright in his short-grey eyes and his hair threatening the boundaries of that half-inch of length he generally confines it to. His same sort of work-a-day clothes, that favorite green tunic of his that lets him blend in even with a crowd of the common-born, will be familiar. He has a parcel in; he's excited to lay his hands upon it, and once the Sanctum opens he's among the first, though, while some others more eager even than he are being helped, he is happy enough to browse.

Perrin walks in only a minute or so after Jehan-Pascal and seems to be of the mind of dressing casual as well with an off white shirt with loose strings at the neck that could be tightened if he needed to look more presentable, and blue pants with an unusual leather pattern sewn into the sides as if designed to reinforce. He seems distracted and goes to stand behind JP without seeming to recognize the other man right away. Perhaps it is the wine and kahve energy that causes him to take a second look, "Jehan-Pascal?" He asks, his voice too deep and loud for indoors, especially in a place where people are reading.

Jehan-Pascal holds a short, squat tome fairly too close to his face while Perrin is making his approach, totus in illo, as it were, and demonstrating by his proximity to the page his general want of foresight. His twinned names call his neck to whip upward and turn his head, blinking his eyes into a more distant focus and then grinning broadly. "Perrin! How good to see you! How are you, dear fellow?" he speaks with exclamation marks better indicative of tone than volume, quiet enough for the inside of the space, but chipper and nearly over-energetic. The book, he closes that tenderly, slides it back into its place. An ethnographical encyclopedia of the tribes of early Caerdicca.

Perrin nods politely to a young woman who had been walking up to him just as he spoke out to great the heir to the Comte d'Avingnon. He gives her a smile and a small uplifted wave up his hand with his palm up which seems to be a bit of an apology for the poor timing. She nods her head and moves on with her work, and Perrin walks over towards JP. He manages to lower his voices, and get less annoyed looks when he speaks up again. He says, "It is good to see you. I was told they have books about the Kusheline, but had not realized how grand this place would be until I came in…" He looks up towards the twisting stairs for a moment, as if perhaps wondering just how many books the place holds, then grins a bit as he looks back towards Jehan-Pascal, perhaps feeling foolish that he is marveling at what is customary here in the city.

"Oh, come with me, come with me," Jehan-Pascal is happy to serve as guide, to some extent. On the details of the Kusheline, he's not entirely keen, but he no less has some notion about the layout of the place and where the books Perrin's looking for might well be hiding from him. He slides out his hand, palm diagonal with a genial splay of fingers for Perrin to take, if he would care to, and let Jehan-Pascal ferry him around shelf-ends and down sections. "It's really a tremendous little shop, and if there is a text you've been looking for you can put in an order and they'll ask after it for you— often enough they an find a copy! What a wide net of correspondence they must throw," he murmurs somewhat dreamily.

Perrin nods his head and says, "Okay." His smile growing as he seems to think this just turned into an adventure. He doesn't take JP's hand, however he does seem to enjoy the boyish adventure of exploring the place and when they round one corner he bumps into his new friend, must like they were a pair of lags that might get thrown out of the places for horse play. He then pretends he was not the one who instigated by saying, "Hey there's room enough for everyone." However, his grin admits his guilt at being the one causing the trouble. Of course, when Jehan-Pascal starts explaining their how to find books and the places ability to find works that are requested, he stops messing about and nods his head seriously. He says, "I may end up spending more time in here than I had first thought. I am not the most avid of readers, however I have already passed several books I would like to open and see what they have to say.

Jehan-Pascal draws to a halt, then steps on a few more paces, more slowly, scanning, "Here, see if these are the sorts of things you meant to find," he encourages Perrin, stepping back and yielding the place. "I'm too much of one, I fear. You know, Tiberians of old believed that the letter was a bane to man's given gift of memory, that it weakens it by its very protection. Protection, they called it, as though to write something down were a suit of armor against forgetting it. I always thought that was a lovely choice of term. But I will say I have very little skill at keeping my life straight anymore without the use of a diary and copious notes, so maybe there was something to it, too. And then my eyes. They tell me to stop reading so much, at least by candlelight. But what, then, do I hire a man to read it all out for me while my eyes try to recover from their stress?"

Perrin searches the book shelf that he was led to and takes his time taking it all in as his friend speaks. He comments, "I have always thought that was a strange thought process, however I also did not live in that area the best knowledge of my curiosity could be found. Much of my learning came from books, at least early on. I might argue that I have always found it easier to learn from doing a thing rather than trying to read about it and decyphering its meaning…" His voices trails off as he seems to be getting close to finding a book of interest to him. A moment later he selects one from the shelf and carefully opens it. The scent of the paper of an book that had not been opened in a time is light in the air, however with all the leather bound tomes, it is the sort of wholesome scent that puts a man at easy. Perrin beginnings reading the first page before commenting, "This may do…" and lifting his head once more and looking towards his companion, "Thank you. You certainly know your way around here. If I cannot find you at kahve, would this be the next best place to find out?"

"I try not. I would spend far too much," Jehan-Pascal answers. "I'm just in for a book they found for me, but while I'm here," he smiles slyly. "The Wine Cellar is another favorite of mine. Or else at home. Though I really do owe a second visit to the new salon. I only stopped in briefly at its opening, and I'd like to see how the White Roses are getting along. But, honestly, if you need me for anything, just send word to the Baphinol residence; I'll be sure to get it in due course. And I'll do my best to extend the same courtesy; I apologize, we're sort of in the thick of things up north," like, a day's journey north, that is, "And trying to coordinate everything is… well, you know what it is."

Perrin nods his head in agreement an heir has to be wary of spending far too much in a place like this, that is advise an unlanded and untitled lordling should also keep in mind. He smiles at the mention of the Wine Cellar and agrees, "That has quickly become one of my favorites as well, however my first visit I spoke at length with the serving man about whiskey's I should try and it seemed my long list of things I had planned to eventually try all ended up lining the table in front of me." He shakes his head then claims, "Don't worry, I did not embarrass myself more than normal." wherever that 'normal' bar is set. He makes no mention of the salons, however he is so new to the city that he may have not visited at all yet. He asks, "Anything you could use assistance with? While I am new to the city, I have some fairly unique resources at easy disposal… Well, horses. I have several horses." He laughs and shrugs one of those broad shoulders, "I think of them as unique, however others may not lead them that sort of mystique."

"Well, if you're going to become embarrassed, the Wine Cellar is a discreet enough little place to go and do so," Jehan-Pascal offers indulgently. "I've never been one to take the harder spirits, though. The taste is so bitter to me, and that of wine, on the contrary, so pleasant," he gives his opinion. "Horses, is it?" he says, of the offered aid. "Well, it's true, I don't stable in Marsilikos, and I hire a mount when I ride home, or a carriage," he appends, a sort of novelty in his life, but needful for travel with Fav. "I will keep you in mind should I have need or cause to ride. Maybe for a hunt, if there's one set for the summer."

Perrin nods his head and says, "The spirits are an acquired taste, not unlike the first time I had tried kahve… Or what I was told was kahve." He turns the page a couple times and glances down to make certain he has a book that is worth reading as he comments, "I made quite the scene as a young man getting far further into my cups with wine than I had intended. I find that a glass of whiskey can be savored and I have found my limits so that I am not often that youth swinging from the rafters often anymore." He leaves that be and nods his head to the polite deference of his offer and instead focuses on the other topic. He asks, "I had not heard of a hunt this summer, however I would enjoy it if there were. I imagine a hunt from a large city would result more in a large gathering one horses with merriment and drinking which will scare game away for miles around, however it does sound enjoyable."

"Oh, yes, dear man, the very best of hunts are those from which the hinds may have no fear," Jehan-Pascal lays a hand over his sternum with a poetical smile. "A skin of wine, a band of fine fellows, and good spirits all around. I'm sure someone will organize something. I put one together earlier in the spring, before the wedding, and it was a tremendous success— we have come, nets empty of game and hearts empty of care," he smiles. "But I had better go and pick up my book. Tell me, do you know the Hellene theory of that which may not be cut?"

Perrin closes his book and holds it by his side, giving his fully attention to Jehan-Pascal again, after noticing that his gazes was too often being distracted by the book. He comments, "I have gone on several such hunts. I remember my first being disappointed and annoyed that we were entirely unsuccessful at hunting anything. I was an insufferable, misguided youth though, and thankfully my older brothers set me straight that I had missed the point of the hunt entirely. Ever sense, I have greatly enjoyed them." He pauses then and changes topics, "By the wedding, you mean your own am I right? So many new faces and names to catch up on, however I do seem to recall now hearing something…" He gives a small exasperated look, as if keeping up with the nobility gossip of people he had not known is not something he excelled in. He seems to get lost on that topic for a bit too long and almost adds, "I am not familiar with the Hellene theory. What is it?" at the end after speaking on the other two topics and nearly leaving a question unanswered.

"A man has good use of such brothers," Jehan-Pascal smiles softly, turning to head along back toward the fore of the shop, where there are no longer so many people waiting on their own arrivals. "Yes, that's the one," he confirms. "Avignon has a new Comtesse-apparent. She's really very delightful, I hope you'll meet her. And if you heard of it, I'm sure I'm very flattered. It was a relatively small affair." As noble weddings, go— and unusual, in scope. "A long time ago the Hellenes devised a theory that if you took some piece of material and cut it in to halves as many times as you could, there would eventually be a piece of it so small that it couldn't be cut apart anymore. In Hellene it was called atomos, but nobody knew really what it looked like or what its properties were… well. We still don't! But they spent a great lot of time arguing about it back and forth, whether it was more like water or more like fire… or whether there were different types which would combine with one another to make different things. It's all very interesting, if the notions behind it leave my brain a little fuzzy."

Perrin offers a easy smile at the topic of the wedding and says, "I would like to meet her some time, she sounds lovely." He quiets then and listens to the Hellene theory, looking mildly bewildered. He opens his mouth twice to speak, then closes it again as he takes it all in. After the second time, his eyes widen a little and he shows his smile once more, knowing his lack of response is telling. Finally he says, "I had not heard that before, however if a thing is so small that it could not be cut, it would be smaller than even a droplet of water or ember of fire I have ever seen. A strange thing to consider, but I cannot imagine they would combine to make much, whatever it was. Water and dirt combine to make mud, but that small it might be nothing more than a spec." He gives a small shrug and says, "It is interesting, I suppose, however I am afraid that might be beyond my ability to fully understand. Perhaps with enough study…"

It is all very bewildering to think of, Jehan-Pascal will grant. "They hold that all things are so comprised," he answers back with a smile creeping somewhat more mysterious, "Even you and I. Some hold that we take breath because we have pieces of air in us, that we are warm for our pieces of fire, that we've blood and humours for our pieces of water, and are solid for our pieces of earth, and that we are therefore a cunningly arranged microcosm of all that is." He lets that linger there, so that Perrin might be as impressed as he was by the theory, then, "For me, I've been attempting to read a Tiberian treatise on the subject, but it has lost me utterly in talking about the ways in which they move and are joined together. So I've had the good folk of the Sanctum find me Seren's commentary on the text— which will hopefully help expose its secrets to a layman like me."

Perrin looks a little like he might think that the theory is made of tiny little pieces of something. Other than the skeptical expression, he does not put to words whatever doubts he might have. He does however lift his book on horses and gives it a little thump. He admits, "Theories such as that have always confounded me. Things that are too big or too small for man to see, however could affect the scope of all that is around us? I find that they show me to be a simple man that knows that I can feel and see. I do worry that charlatans out there bring ideas out that could not be proven to either be true or false, and live fine to extravagant lifestyles on the coin they make off telling people what they want to hear. Why only last year we arrested a confidence man in L'Agnace that had been telling fortunes based on ripples of water in a golden bowl. When he was arrested finely, they found he had a fortune gathered by telling people they would find love, riches or whatever else they had wanted to hear." He shrugs a shoulder and admits, "It sounds like the scholars you speak of are not charlatans, however I am always wary of a thing that cannot be shown to be true."

"I don't suppose that there are enough people with a vested enough interest in the theory, which, after all, has no practical implication, to make it profitable to espouse one claim over another. Certainly there is great argument, and one may sell books, but those books are for a… very limited sort of audience, and hardly designed to make a man rich. I think that here, in these circumstances, we can have an academic dialogue divorced somewhat from the venal world," Jehan-Pascal orates loftily, stepping closer to the door, and then back a half-step. "Maybe you think me naive, but I really do enjoy the discourse. It makes me think things I've never thought about before."

Perrin shakes his head and answers the last thing first, "Not at all. If we do not consider and try new ideas, we would have never understood the wheel or fire. I would not discourage that aspect, however I am always wary when someone with a new idea approaches with their hand out to the nobility. Fund this new school. Fund this research for a book. Perhaps I am just jaded by only seeing those that have approached the Somerville with open hands, return over and over with empty pockets and nothing to show for the investment. I am sure there are many that pursue science with pure hearts, I have just met too few of those, and too many of the other." He pauses then and looks to his friend and says, "I am sorry to keep you. I saw you making your way towards the door and found the conversation causing me to delay you further. If you have to go, please. We can continue the conversation some other time over kahve and perhaps you can convince me to be less jaded."

"Ah— well, these ideas are very old, and nobody's trying to build a school to study them," Jehan-Pascal chuckles. "And you're not keeping me, I'm just feeling some fidgets, please pay me no mind. Maybe the thing for it, indeed, would be a ride out of town. If you'd like, and your beasties are amenable. Get the blood pumping a little bit," he smiles, and steps, next, to the spot where he'll be met and the parcel he's ordered delivered to him. Holding which in both of his arms, he manages not to unwrap it, just yet, but he pays the balance of his order's cost, then turns to Perrin again. "I think I may have overindulged in the kahve, if I'm being honest. Am I speaking very quickly, or does it just seem that way to me?"

Perrin looks Jehan-Pascal up and down as if sizing him up. He pulls a bit of a face, then nods his head before saying, "We could ride. I think that is a good idea… Are you a good rider?" The question at the end seeming to explain the look. He waits to JP to settle up before deciding to buy the book he had selected as well. He arranges it to be sent to the Somerville residence, which will take some time but that does not seem to concern him. After stepping away from the counter he shows off an easy grin to his companion and says, "The only times we have met, you have always spoken quickly. So no, no more quickly than last time. I do worry that your energy would set some of my more spirited of the herd into anxiousness. I think I have a good mount for you that should not lose her composure easily." He pauses then mentions, "I went riding the other day down by a waterfall. Are there are any other good spots to ride to that you know of?"

"Oh, I know the waterfall you mean, I think. It's a beautiful spot, and if you pack a change of clothes or a cloth to dry off on you can also go swimming," Jehan-Pascal prattles on in a completely different direction. "Shake off a little of the summer heat. But otherwise there are some very nice riding trails north of town if you'd rather. Anyhow! I'm going to bring this little one home with me. I'm well enough on horseback, I make the commute to Avignon and back very frequently, and, when it's on my own, at least, I ride it. I take the eastern route in less time than it takes the sun to set from its height," he smiles, proud enough of his prowess. He doesn't mention his competition in last year's riding competition, but only because he didn't win, or place. But he held up alright. "At any rate, send word if you'd like to ride. I'd be glad to join you, either to the waterfall or in any other direction."

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