Division on Campus: Pro Human Protest
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Time did not pass the same for everyone, especially not for one as metaphorically and literally bound as he was, but it did pass. Thus did he find himself standing on a balcony of Eternal House, looking out over the grounds, towards the Academy. He was more than familiar with the policies that governed those lands, as they were the policies that allowed him sanctuary instead of turning him away. Those policies dictated acceptance of all, with no judgments with basis in race or ability. Though he could stray few other places beyond Eternal House at the moment, unless mitigating forces were in play, he did keep himself up to date - or as best his sources could manage - on the general goings on of Rhydin. He asked questions, not often receiving answers that he deemed complete, and so wondered more on them. It was true that he felt like a ghost, here, often with no more ability than to stare into the Looking Glass mirrors and continually wondering....what was going to happen.
The grounds below the balcony were littered with people, and that was not unusual; usually there was a sort of synergy between the Academy and the Coven, with some staff and students moving seamlessly between both. These days the population of the Academy had far eclipsed that of the Coven, the former drawing from a far wider net of individuals, groups, not as a place they must settle down but as a place they could congregate to learn, make friends - and return from whence they came, should they wish. Today, though, there were more people than were typical on the grounds, and often clustered in small groups near the entrances of buildings. Sometimes people would venture from the groups and go inside to warm up, but not everyone took part in that. Often the more enthusiastic looking ones, those with billboards, or whose raised voices could be heard halfway across campus, staunchly refused to take any kind of 'gift' that the facility could offer. They weren't the type of people that were going to associate with 'non-human' crowds, except perhaps to jeer them, or otherwise antagonize.
It was a strange dichotomy, and one that he was unfortunately used to, people on both sides of an exchange calling out for some sort of justice, more often imagined than real. What was to benefit these protesters, these would be 'sit-in's" The classes were open to anyone, as were the Houses, there was no anti-human sentiment on these grounds - and the only hostility brought there was brought by the protesters themselves. In truth he did not understand their platform completely; did they feel that the acceptance of non-humans were somehow a slight against humans" It was in a way, baffling. Every time he sat before the Looking Glass, the scenarios played out differently, but he couldn't escape the notion that the persecution of diversity was synonymous with the persecution of creativity. Should all strive to be 'human'" Did the notion of it not bring even more ironic hypocrisy to the term, 'inalienable human rights'"
He could do little other than wait upon the balcony as he saw the first altercation break out, his eyesight keen, enhanced, able to see across the Academy grounds despite his relative imprisonment.
((Anyone else who feels the desire to add anything their character may be experiencing or thinking in regards to the Pro Human Movement feel free to join in - but don't feel obliged, I realize this SL is playing out in a lot of places at the moment. I'll be continuing a somewhat linear view on it myself, seen through a few different characters eyes. Feel free to add your characters view or opinions, but don't feel you have to base it off mine - rather base it off the Pro Human Protest SL.))
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Time did not pass the same for everyone, especially not for one as metaphorically and literally bound as he was, but it did pass. Thus did he find himself standing on a balcony of Eternal House, looking out over the grounds, towards the Academy. He was more than familiar with the policies that governed those lands, as they were the policies that allowed him sanctuary instead of turning him away. Those policies dictated acceptance of all, with no judgments with basis in race or ability. Though he could stray few other places beyond Eternal House at the moment, unless mitigating forces were in play, he did keep himself up to date - or as best his sources could manage - on the general goings on of Rhydin. He asked questions, not often receiving answers that he deemed complete, and so wondered more on them. It was true that he felt like a ghost, here, often with no more ability than to stare into the Looking Glass mirrors and continually wondering....what was going to happen.
The grounds below the balcony were littered with people, and that was not unusual; usually there was a sort of synergy between the Academy and the Coven, with some staff and students moving seamlessly between both. These days the population of the Academy had far eclipsed that of the Coven, the former drawing from a far wider net of individuals, groups, not as a place they must settle down but as a place they could congregate to learn, make friends - and return from whence they came, should they wish. Today, though, there were more people than were typical on the grounds, and often clustered in small groups near the entrances of buildings. Sometimes people would venture from the groups and go inside to warm up, but not everyone took part in that. Often the more enthusiastic looking ones, those with billboards, or whose raised voices could be heard halfway across campus, staunchly refused to take any kind of 'gift' that the facility could offer. They weren't the type of people that were going to associate with 'non-human' crowds, except perhaps to jeer them, or otherwise antagonize.
It was a strange dichotomy, and one that he was unfortunately used to, people on both sides of an exchange calling out for some sort of justice, more often imagined than real. What was to benefit these protesters, these would be 'sit-in's" The classes were open to anyone, as were the Houses, there was no anti-human sentiment on these grounds - and the only hostility brought there was brought by the protesters themselves. In truth he did not understand their platform completely; did they feel that the acceptance of non-humans were somehow a slight against humans" It was in a way, baffling. Every time he sat before the Looking Glass, the scenarios played out differently, but he couldn't escape the notion that the persecution of diversity was synonymous with the persecution of creativity. Should all strive to be 'human'" Did the notion of it not bring even more ironic hypocrisy to the term, 'inalienable human rights'"
He could do little other than wait upon the balcony as he saw the first altercation break out, his eyesight keen, enhanced, able to see across the Academy grounds despite his relative imprisonment.
((Anyone else who feels the desire to add anything their character may be experiencing or thinking in regards to the Pro Human Movement feel free to join in - but don't feel obliged, I realize this SL is playing out in a lot of places at the moment. I'll be continuing a somewhat linear view on it myself, seen through a few different characters eyes. Feel free to add your characters view or opinions, but don't feel you have to base it off mine - rather base it off the Pro Human Protest SL.))