Ratio might be a Candelagraphos scholar
*The Candelagraphos is a school of the Intelligentsia Guild. theyre the so-called "printing department" of the guild.
despite having known Ratio for (arguably) a while, we still dont know what he actually does! funny. hes overall mysterious and we dont actually know anything about him, but we might be able to find out what he does at the guild/ or what hes planning to do.
^ emotional support ratio
lets start chronologically, im going to build this up again slowly for context, but also because i want to compile what Ratio actually does, so into the post it goes.
We know that he works with the Technology Department of the IPC as an outsourced science consultant. This is to be expected, because Yabuli, the head of the Technology Department, is also the controller of the Intelligentsia Guild.
- File Repository: Ally — Interastral Peace Corporation Headquarters, at the Seat of Divine Foresight
In the IPC trailer, you can see Ratio's bust in the bottom left corner-ish. The voiceover also says "Join us and team up with the Intelligentsia Guild!" So, its likely that the guild exclusively (or primarily) works with the Technology Department when the IPC requires aid.
Moving on to Ratio's qualifications/his 8 doctorates to establish what kind of fields he works in:
He has 8 doctorates, namely: Medicine, Philosophy, Natural theology, Mathematics, Physics, Computer science, Engineering, and Biology. (7 of his 8 degrees are mentioned in his character story, but his 8th (computer science) is only mentioned in his trailer)
From this we can gather he regularly publishes books and papers, invents machines/medicine, and does regular ol' research.
great job pookie. based on this, lets try figure out which of the guild's schools he would fit into:
Synesthesia School: Mostly known for its Synesthesia Beacon, the tool that lets you understand and speak languages. They mostly seem to focus on communiation-related things, as Herta says their next research focuses on "remote communication technology".
Ratio could probably thrive anywhere but he is not shown to have language-related interests or research, so this ones unlikely.
Astral Ecology School: Focus on Astrology/Cosmology, they study the void song whale, radiant jellyfish, and other organisms of the galaxy.
Highly unlikely. This one has nothing to do with his kind of science.
Armed Archaeologists: Very exploration-heavy. They do galactic exploration and archaeology. On the Interastral Peace Broadcast, its said that they discovered a miniature galaxy and recently unconvered the tomb of Rubert I.
Also highly unlikely. Ratio does science and is also a teacher, he doesnt go out into the universe to explore.
Quantum History School: This school is allegedly a bit of a scam. they used to try and "find the influences of disturbance and patterns of change hidden throughout history", but now they just scam you with calculation-based fortune telling.
No comment.
Candelagraphos:
Ill just add Hertas summary of it and marked the relevant passages.
Author✅ Ratio is a published author of multiple books and papers.
Programmer ✅ He has a doctorate in computer science and works with the Technology Department, so he likely knows how to programm.
Their altruistic philosophy ✅ literally matches Ratio's to a T.
"The science of the guild is gathered here" ✅ Ratio does science.
Naturally its possible that the guild has more schools than just these ones, but. well anyway lets keep going.
In 2.1, Ratios goal in Penacony is specifically to get Stellaron Research Papers from the Family.
"achieved what he desired" (to which he replies, "Thats true.") So, Ratio is doing research on Stellarons. interesting! this is a surprise tool that will help us later.
Anyway, Ratio was invited as a science consultant to Hertas space station, and its possible that it was during the events of Crown of the Mundane and Divine that the IPC allied with Herta
- Interastral Peace Broadcast Radio
Herta is known for a lot of things, but shes also one of the only people whos been able to seal a Stellaron and keep it "dormant", to the point that the Stellaron Hunters specifically used her sealed Stellaron for the Trailblazer.
Although Himeko later says that no one, not even Herta, has found a way to destroy a Stellaron.
Its interesting that Herta is emphasized, likely meaning that shes basically the universe's Foremost Expert On Stellarons. Naturally, the IPC allying with her couldve been for other reasons too, though.
In the same broadcast its said that the IPC has been doing research on Stellarons with the Intellgentsia Guild's support, and currently, their results are promising.
So, the IPC does research on Stellarons, recently allied with Herta who happens to be a bit of a specialist on Stellarons, has the guild's support, and recently Ratio acquired Stellaron Research papers, implying that hes the one doing research on it.
Fun bit: Stellarons are called "Cancer of all worlds" and technically what theyre doing could be considered "trying to cure cancer" which is funny because Ratio's a medical doctor and that absolutely sounds like something hed do.
But what school in the Intellgentsia Guild would do research on Stellarons? None of them seem to really have anything to do with them? how would you even classify Stellarons? biology????
Worry no more, I have the answer:
The Candelagraphos
Theyre requesting data on Stellarons for their experiments. I rest my case (bows)
that was kind of the conclusion. Ratio's department is absolutely the Candelagraphos, hes doing research on Stellarons with the IPC, and it is undoubtedly going to be very very relevant in the plot (soon? ish? eventually).
id love if we got more lore on him once that happens. He absolutely has ties to the Laurel Wreath Galaxy and the Philosophers Union. Maybe that wont be relevant in the Stellaron Chapter but. well, theres ample foreshadowing that Emperor Rubert is going to make a comeback and he was the reason said galaxy and philosophers even perished and Screwllum recently uncovered his tomb alongside a member of the guild? so??? pretty please. thank you 🙏
Ratio stonks will rise
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Happy WBW! 🦙 - What are the large animals like in your world?
happy WBW! what a wonderful excuse to talk about wyverns!
Assumed to be ‘descended’ from dragons, wyverns range from the size of a pony to a little larger than an elephant. There are regional variants, but all of them have two powerful hind legs, wings with very mobile foreclaws, some kind of stinger, and the ability to smell/sense magic.
Like dragons—well, like Sirsassa, since she’s the only one still around that most people know about—they need to consume meat and magic to survive. Without magic, they’ll be weak and tired constantly, though they won’t starve to death. Feeding them can be as simple as making sure they drink magic-infused water regularly, or as involved as providing a steady stream of enchanted items (you can also feed them magic users, but that’s generally frowned upon). The stronger the magic they consume, the more powerful they are.
Their ability to sense magic means they’re often drawn to large concentrations of it, which can be a problem when they’re wild—fending them off from places of magical study requires a whole system of infrastructure. Out in the Wilds themselves, clusters of wyverns are sometimes used as a way to try and locate lost/forgotten artefacts—if there’s a huge amount of wyverns in a location, there must be a magical food source nearby.
Osevian (northern area of Valloroth, very cold and snowy, leading up into even arctic areas) wyverns are smaller, and usually white, blue, or grey. Wyverns in the Wilds are typically green, brown, or tan coloured, and much more aggressive than any other. Morandae (which is largely forest and jungle) has wyverns with camouflage style colouration that can shift patterns, and the alythiri elves there have domesticated some. In northern Mohaade (which is the main part I’ve developed) they’re russet brown/tan, and are more ambush desert predators. They have powerful venom stingers, but much smaller wings, and they live in little burrows!
Voi’xindiirin (draconic empire) wyverns are black, large and powerful, and have the most domesticated breeds. The Voi’xindiiri military breed very large ones, with oversized venom glands and large stingers, and there’s also a sort of ‘wyvern fancier’ scene among the wealthy elite, with smaller breeds bred to be delicate, and to have more unique appearance and a calmer temperment.
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Girl help i keep Hikaku posting instead of writing the fics I need to.
In this one, Tobirama takes a gamble:
No good sense has brought them here, just Madara's grief and rage.
Hikaku cant begrudge the man that after what's happened to his brother, but in this moment he wishes it had manifested another way. A battle with the Senju is nothing new, but in all of his perfect memory he can never quite remember things being this chaotic.
Hashirama is tearing up the landscape just to match Madara, who in his fury is trying to break past his usual opponent to go after Tobirama.
Tobirama, who without Izuna there to stop him, is currently beating Hikaku to a pulp.
This guy is on another level, he thinks breathlessly. He'd always known that, in theory. Izuna had been one of the best, after all and Tobirama had always matched him (until he surpassed him).
In practice, the only thing keeping Hikaku alive is the sharigan's ability to predict movements and whatever it is that's stopping the Senju from using whatever technique it was that injured Izuna.
He stopped trying to block the water dragons after the first and has gone from disrupting their paths with boulders to trying to shred them apart with pebbles as he's grown more exhausted. It hardly slows them, but it's kept him from being completely swept away so far, and if that keeps him alive than that's what he'll do.
That's what he's just done (ending up soaked, but still on his feet) when Tobirama pauses, landing on a high branch a decent enough distance away that even Hikaku might have a chance to avoid whatever he throws at him.
From his perch, Tobirama tilts his head, looking over Hikaku with a considering gaze.
"You have excellent chakra control." He says after a moment, "Even better than Izuna's."
Hikaku blinks, but he does not un-tense, remembering Izuna's many rants about how Tobirama liked to play games with his opponents -- to let them think they’ve won, until they haven't.
Hikaku does not think himself anywhere close to winning, but every moment they aren't actively fighting is another moment he hasn't died.
"It's hardly worth comparing us." Hikaku frowns, "And pointless. He still lives."
"For how long? Days? If that." Tobirama purses his lips, a tiny thing that Hikaku would have missed from this distance if his sharingan weren't still activated, "No, I don't think there's much time left at all."
Hikaku has no idea how he knows that, but he isn't wrong. The gut wound he'd left Izuna with has been festering. He wouldn't be surprised to return to the compound to find him dead already. What kind of sick taunt is this?
As he talks, Tobirama starts making hand signs -- a long string of them, and not a jutsu Hikaku recognizes. His breath catches and he readies himself, prepared to run from whatever devastation this is going to bring -- but when he finishes the only result he can see is a pale green glow coating the Senju's palm.
Tobirama raises his hand, touches it to a cut on his cheek where a bit of rubble had caught him. When he draws it away, the wound is gone.
A technique that can heal injuries with chakra. When he realizes what he's just been allowed to see -- what he's just been allowed to copy with his sharingan -- Hikaku nearly staggers under the weight of it.
His next thought is 'I'm going to die'. Because surely, surely, there's no way Tobirama Senju is going to allow him to walk away with the knowledge he's just been given.
There's a piercing two toned whistle, a bright white flare high in the sky. Retreat called, on both sides. And contrary to everything, to all rational thought, Tobirama does not leap forward, does not cut his throat or snap his spine, but turns, gives Hikaku a long glance, and follows the rest of the Senju in their retreat.
It takes Hikaku a long moment to unfreeze. To go regroup with his clan, mind whirling.
It must be a trap, but what use is there to lay one for a man already as good as dead? If this was some ploy to give false hope, then why pick him, when he could just keep what had happened to himself?
His clansmen are all silent as they return from the battlefield, Hikaku most of all.
I don't think there's much time left at all. That's what Tobirama had said. But time for what?
Hikaku is not a fool -- he does not try to use what he's learned on Izuna, or even on himself and the many cuts and bruises he's come home with. When everyone else goes off to see their own hurts treated, to see their loved ones, when Madara goes straight from the battlefield to go sit by his brother, Hikaku slips away from them all.
The main house has a koi pond, and though the landscaping leaves much to be desired after years of Madara and Izuna using it for their sibling rivalries, it still holds fish. Hikaku mentally apologizes to the late Lady Uchiha as he grabs a koi by the tail and yanks it out of the water, but he thinks, if this works, he will be forgiven.
He waits for the fish to stop thrashing before he makes a cut down it's side; nothing too deep, nothing it couldn't survive on it's own. He lets his sharingan spin, calls up the memory of the hand signs, the way Tobirama's chakra had been stripped of its element, how it had condensed thicker than he'd ever seen.
It only takes him a few moments to understand why Tobirama had made a comment on his chakra control. It's difficult -- more than any technique he's ever tried. But… Not impossible.
If he had more time, he thinks he'd be able to get it to work. As it is…
Hikaku is not optimistic. But he will try.
He lets the koi back into the pool as, for the first two hours he focuses only on the chakra -- cleaning it, folding it in on itself over and over and over again. He gets his hands to glow green once before he pulls the koi out of the water again.
There's a delicate balance, he learns. He very nearly overloads the fish's chakra coils before he understands what he's meant to be doing. The information the jutsu gives him is nearly incomprehensible, but there's a feeling to it. The cut feels like metal in the back of his mouth -- and it wants to heal, its already trying to, all he has to do is help it along. To hold his chakra on the bits that make his ears ring (and nowhere else, or the chakra will burn healthy flesh) until they've knitted themselves together again.
He thinks he's starting to get the idea when he released the koi back into the water -- cut gone but side covered in chakra burns. The chakra is giving a place for the scar tissue to form sooner than it should, or something like it. Hikaku shakes his head. It's interesting, but the theory will come later when he's got less important things to think about.
A chill has fallen as the sun has gone down, but Hikaku finds himself wiping his brow from the exertion of it all. If he could, he would rest, would at least find another animal to test on, but… Time.
He's not ready for Izuna quite yet, though. Hikaku goes home, throws together the most nourishing food he can in as short a time as he can manage, and tries to heal himself.
It's easier and harder than the fish; humans being the more complicated animal. Hikaku ends up getting a lot more feedback he has no idea what to do with -- but he can tell when he's coming close to hurting himself, too. That probably won't be true, when he tries this on another person. To avoid that he needs more control, and more than anything else, a hell of a lot more practice.
By midnight, Hikaku has managed to heal a bruise that had been starting to bloom on his thigh. Nothing, compared to the wound Izuna has, but he did it.
He feels dizzy when he tries to stand up, to walk over to the main house. Hikaku curses, but it seems like his body has made up its mind for him. Sleep is the best thing for stamina, after all, and he's not certain how much longer his control will hold out without rest. If he's too late, he still knows he's tried his hardest.
He's asleep nearly as fast as his head touches the futon, for all of four hours before anxiety has him rising right before the sun.
Well, he's a shinobi, he's done more on less. He eats old rice, drinks tea that's hardly had time to steep, and walks across the compound in the pre-dawn twilight to try and perform a miracle.
Madara is awake when he steps inside -- hunched over, face in his hands, looking like he's aged about ten years since Hikaku saw him last. For a heart-stopping moment, Hikaku fears that he was too late after all.
"He asked me to take his eyes." Madara says in lieu of a greeting, voice muffled.
Hikaku grimaces. The mangekyo is as horrifying as it is powerful, but if Izuna is asking that, it means…
He's given up. He's conceded that he's going to die. Hikaku has even less time than he'd thought.
"…Is he awake right now?" Hikaku feels breathless, like he's walking on a wire.
"He was when I left him." Replies Madara, voice rough. For him to have left Izuna's side while his brother was still awake, they must have argued. Probably about the eyes.
Hikaku nods, turns to walk to the room where Izuna's sickbed is without asking any more. He won't explain, not yet, won't give false hope. Explanations can come after, right now he's just got to try.
Izuna doesn't react to his entrance -- he's still breathing, but asleep or unconscious. Just as well, Hikaku thinks wryly, pulling the chair he knows Madara has spent hours in to give him better access to the wound on Izuna's side, He'll be less distracting like this.
He's changed this wound before, and when Hikaku pulls the bandages off its still as ugly as it was the day Izuna got it, the blood clotted and dark. It doesn't smell, at least. Hikaku has no idea how this jutsu handles infections.
One bracing breath is all he allows himself before making the handsigns, pulling the chakra to his hands. It's easier after rest, but harder, for the nerves.
Izuna twitches as Hikaku places his hands over the wound, as the back of his throat fills with the taste of copper. His entire attention focuses down to his hands, to the skin and muscle under them, to threading his chakra back and forth and pulling things back to how they should be.
"H'kaku?" He hears after a while. Izuna's voice, but he doesn't look, even as the man goes tense beneath him. He seems to understand that whatever Hikaku is doing, it needs concentration.
It could only have been minutes, or it could have been days by the time Hikaku's chakra starts to waver. He dismisses the technique, not wanting to undo his work. He hasn't done nearly as much as he'd wanted to but he thinks… He thinks he might have stopped the downward spiral, at least.
"Hikaku." Izuna's voice again. When he looks up, Hikaku's vision goes white with spots. He's sweating with exertion, he realizes, and now that he's dropped the jutsu his hands are shaking so badly he doesn't think he'll be able to form the hand signs again.
A heavy hand lands on his shoulder. When his vision finally stops spinning Madara and Izuna are both staring at him with wide eyes.
This is the most lucid he's seen Izuna in over a week.
"Hikaku." Madara is the one who speaks this time, sounding breathless, "What was that?"
"I think…" Hikaku gasps, "That was Tobirama Senju's way of asking for peace."
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It’s finally time for another character spotlight!
This time: Silas
He/him, pan, asexual, trans
Backstory:
Silas joins the story when he meets Casther during their military academy. Back then Silas has troubles fitting in with the other cadets: He's always in disagreement with others and starts arguments quite often. Most cadets joined the military for patriotism and to aid in the conflicts Amestris has with other countries. Silas on the other hand almost takes pacifist point of views and despises the glorification of war some of the other students spread.
When an argument starts to heat up and ends in a physical fight, Casther (who surprisingly stopped by) goes in between them and manages to scare the attacking students away. Grateful for his aid and aware that Casther has as little friends in the academy as him, Silas offers to become his friend.
They get close close friends quickly: Silas matches Casther's witt and humor perfectly, he's just a bit more calm and collected than him. Before their graduation, Casther offers Silas to join him to Briggs, which he eventually accepts.
Personality and role at Briggs
Silas is a kind soul who cares a lot about the people around him. He always has an open ear for anyone at the Fort and is always happy to help. Because of this and because of his skills, he's highly respected and gets along with everyone, from staff to Sergeants and even commanders.
At Briggs he plays some important roles: On the field Silas often accompanies Casther on missions, acting as his right hand man. Meanwhile in the Fort he acts as an advisor for Briggs' strategies and missions, moments where he often works close with Olivier and Miles. Silas is more of a pacifist, which is odd as a soldier and a strategist. However it serves as his motivation to avoid violence as mich as possible. To him, the best strategy is the one that risks as little lifes as possible, both from Briggs and from the Drachman side. And that's why Olivier respects his plans so much.
The biggest mistake one can make with Silas is to mistake his kindness and reluctance for violence as weakness. Silas is a badass and part of Casther's squad for a reason. His top priority is to protect his team and he WILL kick ass if necessary. In addition to that, he's incredibly smart both emotionally, strategically and when it comes to common sense.
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