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Oliver Adam Reilly ([info]olivair) wrote in [info]idrisacademy,
@ 2010-02-18 10:56:00

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Entry tags:!complete, oliver reilly, rafiya ndiaye

Who: Oliver and OPEN
What: Hanging out at the pool after Blitzball practice
When: Thursday night
Where: The Blitzball arena
Rating: SFW


Still bearing the bruises from last weeks match against Zebul, Oliver and the rest of the team practiced and discussed new strategies. But it was obvious that some members of the team were discouraged and felt that the team had no chance now of catching up to Zebul who was now 2-0 while Rakiah was 0-2.

Oliver was not discouraged. He always played for the fun of the game rather than to win. Perhaps that was the wrong frame of mind. Either way, Oliver was still under the belief that he was cursed. If Rakiah was 0-2, Oliver was 0-100. There wasn't anything he had managed to succeed at this year. Not one. Single. Thing.

The pool was nice and warm compared to the air outside. Oliver had considered practicing his flying skills but once he got into the water, he decided to stay in for awhile. It was quite peaceful once his teammates left him on his own. He floated and closed his eyes letting himself imagine he was not in water but floating like a cloud in the air on a warm sunny day.



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[info]onceburned
2010-02-19 02:27 am UTC (link)
Even outside of blitzball practice, Rafiya had always liked swimming. It felt like a different world under the water. It was a world outside of past hurts, outside of scars, even outside of magic. It reminded her of her very first ceremony as a child, when her grandfather had performed basically the equivalent of a baptism, despite the fact that she was paler than the rest of the village, despite that many of them did not think she should be part of the tribe. Her grandfather had included her, and with that one ritual, Rafiya had developed a love of the water. The river was an hour walk away, but she still went almost every day. When her mother had begun taking her and her sister in to the fishing village, Rafiya had loved visiting the bay.

Now, having a place so close by to swim was probably what she loved most about the school. She had learned to hold her breath a very long time so she could submerge herself completely in water and just... float. It was one of the very few rare activities Rafiya enjoyed that wasn't exactly efficient or productive.

She didn't even mind that a bathing suit displayed her scars, and indeed the rest of her body, the way that it did.

She was glad to find the pool almost empty when she reached it this time. She didn't hesitate before tying her wild hair back and sliding gracefully into the water.

Oliver was safe, or at least she did not consider him a threat. She knew him, and he was harmless enough. He had sent her a valentine. He was silly, but kind.

With the knowledge in mind that she did not always hear things when she was in the water, and the knowledge that she did not like surprises, she decided to alert him to her presence.

"Hello Oliver," she called out, but didn't try to approach him.

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[info]olivair
2010-02-19 03:37 pm UTC (link)
Oliver smiled at the sound of a gentle female voice but did not immediately open his eyes. "Hello. Welcome to Water Meditation 101. Come. Join me in the Holy Man position and let me know if there is any way I can assist you," said Oli as he remained floating, his legs straight and his arms stretched outwards with his palms up.

He wasn't sure that she would actually join him but honestly he didn't think he could handle all of this serenity for much longer.

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[info]onceburned
2010-02-19 06:07 pm UTC (link)
There was a long moment as Rafiya simply got used to the water and considered his offer before she decided it wouldn't cause her any harm. She moved to float on her back, arms outstretched, lazily drifting towards him with her eyes closed. The strings of her orange bikini (nothing too skimpy, just practical and plain) floated suspended in the water next to her as she drifted.

It felt nice to be submersed, head deep enough in the water that her ears were under and everything sounded muffled except for her breathing, which was amplified.

She was quite muscular from all the time spent playing blitzball, and she was certainly at home in the water. Meditation, too, was something she was used to. She was not surprised Oliver seemed to like the water as well, since he also played the sport. Meditation, however, was something that she didn't think really suited him.

"I'm sure you are not qualified to teach me meditation," she said then, voice low and unhurried.

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[info]olivair
2010-02-19 06:42 pm UTC (link)
Oliver smirked. "No? Why not?" he asked, curious as to how she came to that opinion as he let his body sink and treaded in the pool instead of floating.

He could see her now, although the light from the pool underneath made the top of her body appear darker and more shadowed. The scars on her legs were not obvious at the distance that currently seperated Oliver and Rafiya.

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[info]onceburned
2010-02-19 06:58 pm UTC (link)
"Your disposition hardly suggests you would be skilled at meditation. You're impulsive, and probably impatient," Rafiya comments idly. She isn't trying to be hurtful, just honest. She doesn't think those qualities are necessarily bad things, just things that would make him bad at teaching meditation.

Besides, she has been meditating her way into trances since she was a child. It was a tribal tradition, often aided by drugs.

She heard him move and begin to tread water, and she smirked a bit. Case in point. Still, she said nothing more, content to continue her slow path drifting vaguely in his direction. The water felt nice. Calming. It had been a strange week. Her run-in with Moswen over the weekend had been on her mind slightly. Not because it had ruffled her, exactly, but because she was aware he was the sort to seek vengeance for what he undoubtedly saw as a wrongdoing against him.

Plus, he had stolen her first kiss. Perhaps she would like to be above such things, but she was still a girl. It bothered her slightly.

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[info]olivair
2010-02-19 07:36 pm UTC (link)
Oliver knew he had trouble maintaining focus and controlling his actions. He tried to control himself but he continued to fail repeatedly.

He gently dropped under the surface of the water and let his body glide benath her and resurfaced on her other side. He blinked his wet eyelashes and spoke more softly. "I know. I'm hopeless. It puts people off or makes them think I'm a joke just because I'd rather laugh than be serious."

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[info]onceburned
2010-02-19 08:03 pm UTC (link)
Rafiya stiffened when he swam under her, and it was that stiffening that promptly caused her to begin to sink. He had resurfaced on the other side when she was straightening in the water, shaking it from her ears and hair and treading water facing him. She considered his next words, head cocked to the side. He had lowered his voice, as though he was confiding in her, and Rafiya felt a little awkward with it.

Their interactions up to this point had been largely superficial. He flirted, she turned him down. He teased, she ignored. They were not friends, not really. Not in the way that she was friends with Rocky, or even with Noah.

Yet here he was, telling her things like she ought to know what to do with the information. It took her a moment to decide how to respond.

"Hope is not a factor," she said, her pronounced accent tripping up slightly on the 'ct' sound. "You want to laugh, laugh. You want to be serious, be serious. It does not matter what it puts on people. Or off of them."

She realized she'd probably mangled the last phrase, and her jaw tightened slightly with the knowledge of it. It was strange that sometimes she wished she spoke perfect, fluent, native English, and sometimes she hated the language and wished to speak nothing but Zulu. English was a hard language to perfect and Rafiya hated not being perfect at something she had no choice but to participate in.

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[info]olivair
2010-02-19 08:26 pm UTC (link)
Oliver gave a little nod. "Right. Screw them and what they think," he said with a little more volume to his voice. And part of him belived it. He could definitely tell the world to go take a flying leap if they didn't like something he said or did. It was actually something he did quite often but there was definitely something not working in his life and he was clueless on how to fix it.

"Is your team playing in the next game?" he asked, not sure what the schedule had set for the next month.

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[info]onceburned
2010-02-19 09:36 pm UTC (link)
She smiled a bit and cocked her head at him as though not quite sure if she should be taking him seriously. Was he joking? She'd be playing. So would he. And they were both centres.

"March twenty sixth. Your team versus mine," she said calmly. She hoped that Araboth would win, obviously. She was quite competitive. Regardless, she never made outlandish claims, and she never assured anyone what the outcome of a match would be. Regardless of how talented or well-trained any team was, each game could be affected by literally hundreds or thousands of varying factors. It was impossible to know who would be triumphant.

She did know that her team had been training very hard, and would continue to do so.

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[info]olivair
2010-02-20 12:24 am UTC (link)
"Oh shit! Seriously?" he groaned. "I was afraid of that." Then a strange idea came over him and he looked at her curiously. "Can you tell if someone has been cursed? Or do you know of a way how to determine such a thing?"

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[info]onceburned
2010-02-20 12:28 am UTC (link)
He seemed very concerned by the idea, so she took it seriously. Not that she ever took things otherwise, of course, but this was a request that was not made lightly. Some curses could be dangerous things.

"I can tell if I can see beyond your body. It is easier to see the effects of magic on the spirit than in the physical," Rafiya said slowly, answering him truthfully even as she was unsure if she was willing to offer such a service to him. "I am sure there is a teacher who could do it for you as well."

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[info]olivair
2010-02-20 12:33 am UTC (link)
Oliver was completely serious now. If she could find a curse on him, maybe he could get it removed.

"I...I mentioned it to a staff member but they didn't really do anything. How hard is it to look at my spirit?" he wondered, feeling more anxious now.

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[info]onceburned
2010-02-20 12:51 am UTC (link)
Obviously he had never been to the spirit world. That wasn't surprising, really. It was barely even something the other warlocks did, let alone someone like him who was a mage. That would make it harder, his complete inexperience. People tended to be defensive with the unfamiliar, and that obstructed the truth.

"It is not hard for me to look, but it is hard for you to let me see," she said. She wasn't trying to be rude, but it was kind of a personal thing, her rituals. And somehow she had ended up agreeing to take Noah to her home in L'Agulhas on Saturday. She wasn't sure she could take any more self-exposition. "And it is not my place. You should speak to your head of house."

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[info]olivair
2010-02-20 04:37 pm UTC (link)
Oliver wasn't certain he was cursed but he deeply desired a better reason for his failures rather than he simply was a loser.

"What do you mean? I want you to see whatever you need to see. I need to know," he told her, his expression one of worry and his tone rather desperate. This was a chance to find out for sure if he could fix his problems or not.

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[info]onceburned
2010-02-23 06:43 pm UTC (link)
"People are naturally guarded," she said, watching him warily. If she did this for him, would he tell others? Would she be expected to do it for anyone who thought there was something wrong with them? It wasn't her job to fix his issues for him. If he couldn't take care of himself, he should go to a teacher. If he was cursed, it was probably because he showed weakness like the desperation in his voice to just anyone.

But it was Oliver. Like before, she remembered he was harmless. And she remembered again that there were people like Moswen at the school who would hurt others without care. Not that Moswen could put a curse on anyone, but he wasn't the only person here who was malicious, and Oliver had always been kind to her.

"Fine. Stop panicking. I will try. When?"

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[info]olivair
2010-02-24 12:49 am UTC (link)
Oliver smiled, the neediness in his voice fading. He certainly had not meant to sound panicky. "Fantastic. Whenever you can do it," he said happily. "Do you need to prepare? Are there things I can get for you?" he wondered, unsure what she would need to cast the magic.

He couldn't help but find hope and optimism with the thought that he could fix what was wrong with him. There was only a slight voice of reality buzzing that said that this was probably not going to work. But overall, he had to try.

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[info]onceburned
2010-02-24 04:38 pm UTC (link)
"I need somewhere quiet and I need my things. Come to my room tomorrow, if you'd like, or else it will have to wait until after the weekend," Rafiya replied. "I have what I need, but if you wish you may reimburse me for ingredients. It is not mandatory."

So much for a nice relaxing swim. She returned to floating on her back, then, assuming their conversation was drawing to a close. She wasn't quite sure why she'd agreed, but now that she had, she found herself growing curious.

Without standing to look at him or even lifting her head, she asked, "Who do you think cursed you?"

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[info]olivair
2010-02-24 07:38 pm UTC (link)
Oliver's brow knitted in thought. He had to work Friday night, especially since he had taken the previous Friday off for Blitzball. He didn't want to wait but he didn't have much choice in the matter. "I have to work tomorrow night," he told her regretfully. "Tuesday would be the earliest night I have free."

He watched her float while he swam backwards towards the side of the pool. "I'm not sure who cursed me. My only suspicions is that it might be a fellow dragon racer," he said with a shrug. "But who knows."

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[info]onceburned
2010-03-09 11:39 pm UTC (link)
Rafiya nodded. "Fine. Tuesday then. Try not to get hurt before that."

It was silly to her, the idea of hurting someone over something like dragon racing. Oh, she understood competition, but she couldn't abide by malice. Evil people who did evil things went to evil places when they left this world. And the likelihood of someone dispatching them there for their behaviour increased with how evil they were. Knowing that didn't make her hate that sort of cruelty any less. If someone put a curse on him, then they deserved to be caught and made to face the consequences of their actions.

"Do you want to race?" she asked then. They were both good swimmers--as blitzball centres, they had to be--and he would offer a good challenge. "Four lap sets?"




OOC: Sorry for the delay! I forgot about it! Almsot done?

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[ooc: end with this if you like. just pop on the complete tag and we are good]
[info]olivair
2010-03-10 04:35 pm UTC (link)
Oli chuckled at her. "I never try to get hurt."

There was also a good chance that if he was cursed the curser may be a girl he had dated or one that he hadn't dated but Oliver didn't see that as very likely. Or maybe it is a jealous boyfriend. Look at what happened to Sully and Amelia. It was rumored that that had somehow been about him. Regardless, breaking the spell would be nice. It would be good to be his old self again.

"You're on," he agreed, swimming to the edge before they started, his brain quickly switching to competition mode.

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