<strong>Sullivan "Sully" </strong>(Early 2008, 14)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Maria<br/><hr/><br/>He nodded his head and went to the pantry, and sorted through it until he found the pasta. He took out a box, which had been opened--it was about half full, now-- of angel hair pasta. He set it on the counter, and then went to scope out the fridge; happy that they still had some marinara.  Plain as it might be in the world of pasta sauces, it was his favorite type. He talked as he did so. "Descartes' important, sure, but, your teacher sounds kind of stupid. Do you think he even knows about Zeno of Citium?" That would be the founder of the school of Stoicism, whom also happened to be someone Sully was currently reading about on his own time, given a lack of good sword-and-sorcery novels.<br/><br/>"I guess so. I like my math teacher. She's nice." Ooh, was there a hint of a smile there? Maaybe. "I think that's my strongest subject right now. The history teacher is a bit upset with me, though, 'cause I keep getting distracted. I keep wondering, you know... what if the history books are wrong? Like, what if Rasputin and the Thule Society, and things like that, were really Arcanists?"