Your flame dies and the night closes in. But you're not alone. You've never seen me but I've watched you. I... am the night monster. You may call me Charlie.

22nd April 2014

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Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

"Ah. I suppose that makes sense." It really did, if he thought about it. Night was dark. Space was dark. You couldn’t see much in the dark. She seemed to be made of darkness, somehow…

"How long would you have been gone? Just a day?"

"I’m not sure… sssometimesss a day on one island becomesss an aeon on another… sssometimesss it’sss a mere moment… and sssometimesss an island only hasss one eternal day… time isss not the conssstant you have been led to believe… it movesssssssslow, then fassst, then not at all…"

"and sssometimesss even backwardsss…"

Tagged: rpcharlie the noneuclidian monsterprofessorhiggsburyblack hole physicsis best physics

22nd April 2014

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Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

"I suppose I am allowed to. So, yes," he answered, taking a cookie once she had retracted her hand. Or glove, rather. The sugar cookies were good enough for him, especially since they were his favorites and came from one of his favorite diners. Even so, having a guest stopped him from haphazardly plowing through the entire tin, which he guessed was probably a good thing. "Do you plan to stay with me long? I do not know how time works on your other ‘island’, although I know you said you would like to stay here for a while."

"I shall be leaving upon the dark of night," she said, taking a sip of coffee. "I find darknessss makesss the transssition through Void easssier… or at leassst easssier to do without being ssseen…"

Tagged: rpcharlie the night monsterprofessorhiggsburybut I expect she'll randomly appear to be annoyingand eat all his mushrooms

22nd April 2014

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Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

Well, real or not, he definitely thought she was crazy. Captives? Hounds? Was she running some sort of space prison? He raised his eyebrows as he took another sip of coffee, biting back a distasteful comment. No need to be anything but polite, or at least decent if he couldn’t contain himself. As she lifted her veil again, he stared inside, only able to catch a flash of some strange darkness. It seemed to move, to be alive, but that was impossible…

Shaking it off, he turned back to the table behind him and pulled out a small tin of cookies to snack on until he could get away for a proper lunch. He placed them in the middle of the desk, not quite offering one to her, but not quite keeping them for himself either.

Charlie took to the unspoken offering and plucked a cookie from the tin. “and what of you? will you continue to deny reality even when it sssitsss in on your lecturesss and offersss you sssolutionsss to physssicsss quessstionsss that haven’t even been asssked yet?”

She stuck the cookie under her veil, munching quietly. Bleh. Next time she’d have to bring some better tasting cookies.

Tagged: rpcharlie the discerning monsterprofessorhiggsburycooking with sugar and cooking with honey are two different thingssugar is sweeter but honey is stronger

22nd April 2014

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Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

Wilson only watched as she sipped her coffee, lifting the veil every time but never revealing herself. Of course, he didn’t think there was anything to reveal. He had no idea what she was, but he knew she couldn’t be human, shrouded beneath enough fabric to clothe a small village and still moving faster than he had ever seen before. His own coffee quickly disappeared as he practically obsessed over it and before long he found himself pouring another cup.

"So do you intend to live here? So you can stay away from reminders of him?"

"of courssse not… I have a job to do… captivesss to torment… houndsss to train… islandsss to lord over… daemonsss to mock… but it isss nissssssssssometimesss to essscape my lair if only for a few… aeonsss? sssecondsss? erasss? plancksss? for an amount of time, anyway…"

She took a deep draught of coffee, allowing the fainest glimpse of darkness, of Nothing underneath the veils.

Tagged: rpcharlie the moroseprofessorhiggsbury

22nd April 2014

Question reblogged from CH1906 with 27 notes

Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

"Oh… Well, you have my condolences." She didn’t really, though; Wilson was only trying to be polite. Honestly, he could care less about what had happened to this thing, much less hearing about one of her ‘old friends’ dying. But he still had to keep up appearances, if only for his own sake. His sanity was slowly falling apart, but by keeping up a normal, polite act, he could possibly keep it intact for a little while longer. The coffee was helping, too. 

"But why would you come to me for that? It seems like you would be better off finding someone who could offer you more compassion."

"I don’t need compassion… I need sssomething different… a ssseparate island where I’m not reminded of him… and how he thinksss I killed him… well… to be fair he thinksss he killed me too… agesss and agesss ago…"

She lifted her veil and took a sip of coffee.

"death hasss no permanenssse but sssometimesss… I think he wantsss it to…"

Tagged: rpcharlie the moroseprofessorhiggsbury

22nd April 2014

Question reblogged from CH1906 with 27 notes

Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

"I had not intended to give you a test, I was merely trying to be polite," he murmured, already turning around to prepare her a cup. Even if she was a product of his mind, he knew the coffee would disappear somehow, all the while with him thinking it was her drinking it. After another moment of silence, he slid the mug over to her, fresh coffee just the way she’d asked.

"Why today? Why not yesterday, or tomorrow? You could have shown up any day that you wanted, really. You did not have to wait for today. Or did you?"

She picked up the mug, pulling aside her veils while she turned away from him. She took a sip, tasting it, before settling back into the chair. Veils down, coffee in her hands, mind elsewhere.

"ssso ssself-sssentered… typical for your lot… I did not dessscide to ‘wait for today’ for your benefit… it wasss for mine… there have been sssome happeningsss in my exxxissstenssse that have left me… bereft… an old friend hasss… died… yesss, ‘died’, I guessss you could call it that…"

Tagged: rpprofessorhiggsburycharlie the contemplativewoe for demonmaxwell's williamwoe to the republic

22nd April 2014

Question reblogged from CH1906 with 27 notes

Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

"Just as I had suspected," he sighed upon seeing her there. Wilson ignored her for a moment as he squeezed through the furniture and stacks of books to his desk, where he dropped his things and took a seat. The coffee pot behind him was still warm, thankfully, and he poured himself another cup before looking up at her. 

"Well, take a seat, I suppose," he offered, tilting his head towards one of the chairs in front of his desk. No use in letting her stand there if she meant to stay. "I wonder; should I offer you a coffee?"

"that’sss an interesssting tessst," she said. "if I’m a figment then the coffee you pour for me would sssit there until I disssappear and remain untouched… but if I exxxissst then it will be drunk…"

Veils and scarves moved of their own accord as she sat down, arranging themselves around her form to keep it hidden. “if you were to offer I would acsssept… cream, no sssugar… or black if you mussst…”

Tagged: rpcharlie the annoyanceprofessorhiggsburysome PhD student is in the professor's lecture hall with his jaw on the floor

22nd April 2014

Question reblogged from CH1906 with 27 notes

Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

The professor frowned at the symbols she had written. Was this really her proof? A math equation, one of which he couldn’t ever remember having seen before? Wilson shook his head and began to pack up his things, hardly caring if she followed him now. At least once they were in his office, she didn’t have a blackboard to scribble on.

"I want to see more proof than numbers and symbols," he spat as he started for the door. Just before he closed it behind him, he glanced back at her, making one last comment. "Actually, I do not want to see you at all, although I having a feeling that is an impossible request for you to carry out."

The door slammed behind him. Charlie sighed and ignored the door, the hallway, all of it as she moved through shadows and air vents to his office where she stood waiting for him.

She left the equation on the blackboard.

The office door opened just as she was batting off the remains of chalk dust from her scarves.

Tagged: sux to be him thenno math for urpcharlie the annoyanceprofessorhiggsbury

22nd April 2014

Question reblogged from CH1906 with 27 notes

Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

"But… Why am I just now hearing about this?" he asked stupidly, already preoccupied with taking a mental inventory of everything he had studied and heard about recently. If someone was capable of studying the stars like this, why hadn’t he seen and read it everywhere? It would certainly be something of importance, he was sure. But maybe nobody was capable and this was all something out of his imagination.  

"How do I know this is not just a manifestation of something I read weeks or even months or years ago, presenting itself again through a hallucination? You have not even proved to me that you are real," he cried, staring her down. It was obvious that he was cracking, his sanity draining faster the longer he stayed there, but there wasn’t much use in getting away. She would find him again, he knew that much.

Charlie hissed quietly as she contemplated the professor’s protests. She erased a section of the board again, destroying centuries worth of research in a single swipe. In its place she wrote a series of symbols using shaky, half-remembered letters and numbers.

"that’sss how," she said, pointing to it.

Tagged: the equation for simple harmonic oscillation in three dimensionsin a form that won't be defined until the mid 1930srpcharlie the noneuclidian monsterprofessorhiggsburythank you wikipedia for your convenient images

22nd April 2014

Question reblogged from CH1906 with 27 notes

Anonymous asked: The back of the lecture hall was oddly deserted, students all shying away from the single figure who sat there playing with a length of string. She wore a haphazard pile of shawls, veils, and scarves that blocked her from view save for the long, thin hands coated in leather gloves. She seemed bored or perhaps amused by the lecture, occasionally letting out a soft hiss to punctuate the various mathematical formulae on the blackboard. She seemed to be... waiting...

professorhiggsbury:

professorhiggsbury:

Despite the odd behavior from some of his students, the professor carried on with his lecture as normal. He didn’t notice, or rather couldn’t see, the figure that occupied the very back of the hall, and none of his students would dare to interrupt him. Occasionally, he would pause as the figure hissed, but he always decided it was merely his imagination. Finally, as he donned his glasses to read off a list of dates, he caught a glimpse of the pile of fabrics and pulled in a sharp breath. 

"Class dismissed."

As she spoke, Wilson stared at the blackboard, completely absorbed in what she was telling him. Of course, it wasn’t anything like what was being taught in the nearby classrooms, but he had come across a few obscure theories over the years that fell in line with what she was saying. Even so, he couldn’t be sure it was correct. He still couldn’t even be sure she was real.

"How do you know this, though? Leaving this planet is most likely impossible, and even if it was not, I highly doubt that you would have been chosen to leave it," he said, still not taking his eyes off of the blackboard.

"I do not leave planetsss…" Charlie explained. "I leave islandsss… thisss earth isss a planet around a ssstar which dansssesss around a sssenter inssside an island… I leave islandsss…"

She continued on, wiping away so many symbols to begin again with a new idea. “an island can be large or sssmall… the island we’re in now isss filled with dansssing ssstarsss, hundredsss of millionsss of them, all of them sssinging to the sssenter in the middle… that sssenter dessscidesss where and how the ssstarsss danssse, twisssting groupsss of dansssersss into barsss and armsss and bubblesss and sssometimesss ripping them apart one by one… an angry sssenter may even choossse to kill the sssingersss, consssuming the ssstarsss in vassst orgiesss of light and eating and Opposssition until only Void isss left…”

"sssmaller islandsss have sssentersss that are loo lazzzy to make their ssstarsss danssse, inssstead letting them wander in a blob… ssstill othersss are sssmall enough to walk acrossss in a few daysss… and then there are the largessst, ssso large they would fill the sssky if not contained by Void…"

Tagged: i am a scientistand it showsrpcharlie the noneuclidian monsterprofessorhiggsbury