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Post by Mesmere on Oct 5, 2009 21:37:00 GMT -5
Crisp, chilled air flowed through the land surrounded by water from all sides. Rays of the Sun illuminated the campus grounds, overshadowing the shade the walls produced in comparison. Late Morning this was. By now, classes were still moving on and on nonstop. People were moving by each other while conversing sometimes on their way to certain destinations. As a whole it was reminiscent of incoherent squabble.
Granted there were a few students that had the luxury of having no classes for the day. Mesmere was one of those few. Her facial expressions were stoned in a neutral position as per usual. The day lit her fair skin pale. Hard eyes shaded to appear as jade stood at the exit of the campus. No problems rose without confusion.
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Post by purezen on Oct 5, 2009 22:20:12 GMT -5
Some thought these mornings were lovely, some did not. Xenneth really had no opinions.
As far as he thought with his expression baring that of an overworked and overstressed young man, but as far as his appearance was relating to a saddened maiden, the only thoughts were of sweeping himself from his feet with a toss of his hips to a good bed. If he was lucky, a bench would have to suffice considering the crisp clean air of the academy was like a soothing temptation. His eyes could only sweep from one side of his head to the other as if he was trying to let them run away from the pure sun light that shone that late morning, and if someone where to asked him why he was not in class, he could show his copy of his schedule that slipped right into his mesh portfolio binder.
Two of his classes were yet to go into a swing, and the only one he had came to an end with his time spent. His Infirmary duties had thus been ended with him working so hard that he was left a pleasing impression; he could take joy in his reward at that moment knowing that he could see this day earlier considering he was turned loose early from his shift. With hours left to spend like a good paycheck bonus of the day, he knew to spend them wisely by most likely studying and maybe an early rest considering his face was worn with fatigue to the point that it was slightly sore and his eyes barely open.
Then again, his face was always like that. He had an eternal sadness that was like a curse because of his meek personality.
That aside, he advanced through the courtyard as if it was a walk through the park. His ears picking up the many sounds and sensations that seemed to touch him with every step. A gentle wind, the waves of the waters that were comparable to those of a tropical paradise considering this was an island, and finally there was the sights.
The sights…
School was in, so there were not many that seemed present around the campus. There was the few sceneries of the courtyard he had taken notice to for the first time; there were the usual rests of benches that seemed to persuade him with each glance to take a rest, the walkway that seemed to agree with each step to wear at his feet. Eventually he had to ask himself with a toss of his right arm to tug at his backpack and his eyes slightly closing even more in an argument in mind that was more than convincing, What‘s the worst that could happen?
He had to agree for once; fresh air was very good for one such as himself who stayed cooped up in a room like the average withdrawn Japanese sociopath. He was not one of those, and to prove it so, making a statement to himself most likely, he had opened his eyes back revealing his serious demeanor. With each step towards the bench, he could feel the whimsy in his knees before they completely bent and himself tossing his hips as he landed into the seat roughly with pure exhaustion taking him for a rough landing.
Nevertheless, it was relaxing…
“This…this isn‘t bad at all.”
Appreciating nature was one of few things he had been doing lately. It only figured that he needed the fresh air every once and a while. Looking around, he could not notice much of anything else besides the Obelisk Blue student who was alone and standing about, but he had looked at people who had not made eye contact with him as if they were just intangible shapes up until they had demanded or perhaps required his attention. The “usual” were teachers and family, two things that he had great respect for seeing they were fast fountains of knowledge and understanding. Even if this was the case, there were still some things that distanced his heart at times.
A worry that he had plenty time to think about later. Right now, inhaling deeply, exhaling just as equally and becoming with a simple sight, he had begun to relax himself after leaning forward and swinging his backpack from his shoulders and sitting it at his side. His right hand played with the zipper along the top until finally he had pulled the star shaped decoration all the way checking inside for a writing utensil with the feel of his fingers tips. Grasping and pulling his favored star-shaped topped item out along with himself opening his portfolio, he was at peace…
…it was study time afterall. [/size]
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 5, 2009 22:44:04 GMT -5
Iced down. Noises had yet ceased to flood the banks of the school with a lowered level. Not enough. Thoughts were not considerable in the circumstance. It was natural. School always reached an equivalent to noise.
The obelisk female leaned her back against the solid wall of the school building. Her placid arms tied slightly in a form similar to a satin ribbon upon the space between her chest and her abdomen. Stones unwavering. Breathing, a shallow exhale. Peace didn't exist without chaos.
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Post by purezen on Oct 6, 2009 0:20:51 GMT -5
A strange feeling had come yet again to Xenneth, but this time, it was more acknowledgeable. It had happened in an instant, like a blink as that minor second, maybe even more minor than a millisecond, had it so that he heard something. The noises of the school were inaudible, his hair that covered his ears had played no tricks, and he was sure of this. It was not just any feeling, but certainty. It was not like those troublesome voices he heard when he looked at his cards, but rather it was “something else.”
He did not believe in fantasies, nor superstitions, or even the long questioned “M” element that was magic. Even if so, this moment was not “magical” or at least his definition, but rather it was “torn.” The very fabric of his being had seemed to pull towards directions as if he felt some sort of pressure that was being applied. His eyes lifted from the text of his pages while his hand motioned to cover his line from whence he had ignored in his book. He let his blue irises sparkle like sapphire with the aide of the natural sun light.
The thing to catch his eye this time was the young woman who had positioned her figure along the wall of the school that he existed from. In his eyes, she was no longer a “ghost” as she had become more apparent with time as he sat staring into her direction. It was as if he questioned something about her existence. How she had leaned and her arms had came off as strong in the eyes of the young violet haired boy. Confidence was his anti-being seeing he lacked it greatly. With the young woman’s position acting almost like a sign for him to stray his eyes away, he had done so before stealing another glance and letting his eyes drop.
That was not enough, a mental image lasted, and he had this inescapable picture that lasted. Within the frame, she was the only thing colored while nothing else was in the picture but specters and the scenery coated in gray. That expression, the way she looked, in the end, he had picked his head up as he could do nothing more than bite his bottom lip feeling a deep regret towards his actions that he seemed to lost control of. His curious mind sending a surging fear through his heart because he had a question in mind.
“Wh-who…who is that girl?”
His interest was still unknown to him, but rather it was because she stuck out more than the other students. Grouped together, Xenneth saw many others like packs of animals; the timid, the tough, and even the average friends that seemed to acknowledge the existence of each other. He could not see these “packs” as anything more than the usual school groupings, but alone, they seemed to have “this” affect on him. Curiosity luring him, and unfortunately Xenneth had the features of a kitten; he was much more vulnerable than some cat.
His eyes on the Obelisk Blue Student, maybe even one of the few firsts he had seen that was not grouped, and definitely the first he acknowledged since he had thus come to this school, he had attempted to ditch his curiosity aside with one quick toss of his head away as if he was straying his attention to the off beaten path beyond the bench from the courtyard rather than to that of the distant woman who was meters away. His mind was too aroused to even think of the more appropriate alternate method of not letting himself be obvious by removing his hand from the text of his book, but he was just that stupefied.
Deep within, he wished he had that confidence to know what it was exactly he wanted right now. His feet swinging in anticipation, he had tried to think to himself about what to do about this situation: address the female or quickly leave before he thought of taking advantage of his first option? [/blockquote]
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Post by Leon DeHay on Oct 6, 2009 0:23:46 GMT -5
Leon wandered through the courtyard quietly. It wasn't time for class yet, and Vahn Gale had no teachings for him today, so he enjoyed his time off quietly. His hair was growing back out, and now almost reached his shoulders again, blowing quietly in the wind. His recent lessons with his teacher had been getting better and better. Being the student of Vahn Gale did have it's benefits, he supposed. Shrugging, he pulled his arms out of the sleeves of his large white trenchcoat and pulled it around himself, shivering slightly.
It was starting to get colder out, the winter months approaching quickly. He would need to trade in for some warm clothing. Taking a seat against the fountain, he looked up at the sky. It was beautiful out here, and he remembered something that Vahn had told him.
'Spring brings cherry blossoms to comfort you. The summer - stars, the harvest moon in fall, and the powdered snow in winter - all of these things, and the promise of them, is what makes sake taste so good. One day you will understand this and then I shall pour sake for the both of us.' [/color] This made him laugh quietly to himself and look back down. Slightly bored, he looked around, his hands resting on his two Kodachi, and noticed another person nearby. Simply nodding at the other girl, he looked away again, always observing.[/center]
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 6, 2009 18:59:14 GMT -5
Lack of acknowledgement. A typical thing of obelisk students for most lacked the concern to. The statue of the vermilion haired one lacked reaction. Nothing changed. Sight undeterred from the original goal only slightly narrowed.
The world was painting that spoke a thousand words. The view from the wall appealed to such and the echoes around it. Unframed, left to rot nonetheless unbarred. Gibberish it was. Incomprehensible it was not.
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Post by purezen on Oct 7, 2009 2:32:13 GMT -5
(Since Leon is having troubles with the staff, I‘ll just assume he‘s inactive just as the tab says.) His attention was just as disturbed as a sea experiencing a storm. He was conflicted to the idea of meeting the young woman to the point that he felt so unsettled. His head had been lowered seeing that he tried to ignore her altogether seeing she was nothing but a simple student, just like anyone else, so why of all things she came off to Xenneth as a slightly more “interesting” individual than others? Well, that was the thing of course, she was “interesting” because she was not aligned with others. She did not look as if she fit into the mundane days just as the magical act of a Slifer Red student had as he stood alone with his convictions and methods.
Was he not capable of having a potential friendship with Xenneth just as this young woman was a candidate because they somehow questioned the “shyness” factor? Their beings had made it seemed like it was a destined meeting, and Xenneth had looked at things thinking “as they should be.” Friendships, love, and death they all had their reasons, but that did not stop them from all being scary to the young boy since he would not know how to handle them properly. All three left their scars to the point where he had became that mentioned sociopath that was noted on so many occasions when it came to potentially filled situations like “this.”
Pure chance? Coincidence? They both probably had a thing for making the “Magician” appear as he had thus caught Xenneth’s attention. However, because he was still stuck between trying to fit himself back into his “reading” and his “dilemma” he had thus notice the young man before turning away and noting to himself that it was probably “God” that was sending one of his signs and giving the lightly colored purple haired boy some food for thought that made him draw his eyes away from his text book and close it upon thinking to himself.
A Slifer, a Ra, and an Obelisk Student come into the courtyard and are not in class…
Why is it that the line sounded like the opening of a joke, and bad one at that? It was apparent that it was just how silly the idea of having differing dorm mates be bordered by the boundary of uniform color and skill just by thinking of that first line. There was not many things to set off a “resolve” in the mind of the young man, but when they did, he was more than ready to stand up for what was right. For some reason, a boundary such as this was an injustice that he had to prove wrong whether the Slifer Red Magician was correct or not.
His hands moved quickly as the books he had in his possess was lifted and pressed into his backpack, eventually, his hands had pulled back the star-shape zipper tag to close the book bag before reaching to his portfolio that he cradling into his arms before he stood up swiftly upon his feet. Giving into his last spontaneous feelings, he had quickly ran from the grass area of where he sat aside of the beaten path.
”Excuse me!”
He had said rushing in front of the Slifer Red student as he ran past almost forgetting he was an acquaintance. Eventually, his pace had came to an abrupt stop with his feet almost acting like defective brakes showing his klutzy manners no other way than him almost tangling them and tripping over himself. After his example of his lacking grace in front of the young woman, the Ra Yellow Nurse had thus let his eyes go to the corner before turning his body. Now getting a good look at her, she was intimidating and seemed like one that would be “popular” because of some majestic aura she had carried. His resolve dwindled slightly, but he had already started to go into play, so he could not just stop now just because of how she looked. He was determined to go through with the effort in order to conceal the taboo and shatter the wall of a diverse upon the class.
”Umm…H-h-hello!” he had chirped with a slightly uncomfortable tone. He turned his body as he let his head sink, picking it up every now and again as if he was failing to properly initiate a procedure for proper introduction. ”I-I-I‘m sorry to bother you, b-but I was sitting over there and I was wondering why you were alone…n-not that I think you are b-but I just didn‘t know why seeing…umm…you were Obelisk Blue and it seemed…strange to me somehow.”
His explanation was not solid, it was mixed up to the point that it could be compared to a needle and a haystack: his reason was just there, but you could not see it upon first glance seeing it was near impossible to read what was going on in his mind until you dug a little deeper. To add to the mystery, his resolve to try to explain himself had only increased as he kept speaking trying to recover after a deep breath and letting his eyes go to the young woman’s even though it was painful seeing he was not use to the presence of a lady.
”W-well…it‘s just students at this school are classified by color, and that bothers me because it makes it hard for me…since…It‘s usually an excuse for me to try to avoid people…and it only made me ask myself why y-you were alone seeing that you are in the highest dorm and at the same time you aren‘t very social either s-so…” he paused thinking spontaneously, last but not least, tossing his head for a quick bow as it had let his lightly colored strands of hair curtain his face. ”…g-good evening! My name is Xenneth Hik-…”
*THUD*
Xenneth had opened his eyes while his arms had tightened around the portfolio in hands. Even if he had seemed to finish his introduction, he seemed to have made a fool of himself once again with his disgrace because of how his books had suddenly slipped from his portfolio that he had forgotten to zip up. His “Nursing” thin paperback booklet had landed on the ground opening itself along with his white tablet and his clipboard with an attached copy of his list of completed task and chores from the Nurse’s office. Abandoning his current introduction after his abrupt stop, he had bent his legs as he kneeled down and begun to scoop up and collect his items assorting them not far from the young woman’s feet.
Embarrassed, his cheeks had flushed that usual red tone of color as he cleaned up his mess. He would be ore ashamed if his first impressions were not this way as usual. [/size]
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 7, 2009 16:25:52 GMT -5
Green glassed eyes hide and appear rapidly and repetitively for moments of encounter. The feminine figure remained in position yet the head tipped over. Nothing was spoken by the obelisk nor did the face features shift. Undaunted. Time continued. Attention given.
Upon the ground, items scattered. Jewels of two dropped as well. No words exchanged. The ribbon untied, the statue moved. This one bent two legs, knees hovering a few inches above land. Feet grounded and hands moved across the papers in a clasping action. Half returned into a pile in fair arms. This was replaced to prior owner with added vocal of words. “Good evening Xenneth. Apologies for the confusion.”
Tenderness was an art.
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Post by purezen on Oct 7, 2009 18:31:32 GMT -5
Xenneth had been in a hurry to gather his things, his hesitation had slowed him down as he tried to be organized with his papers, ignorant that they sprawled in the very order that they slipped from his grasp. The grass was still slightly moist from the morning dew, so a minor speck of wetness had been felt from the first press of his finger. As he arranged him back into their significant order while trying to savor the embarrassment of looking up to the young woman with his shame, he had not gotten the response he expected; a matter of fact, it was beyond that.
She had given a welcome and an apology, something that was not common since he should have been the one apologized in his opinion. He had came straight over with some point to prove to himself, and made a demonstration using this young woman who had seemed at best kept to herself. Even so, she was not upset that he had disturbed her, nor was she laughing even the slightest at his misfortune; it was a hinted sign that she was tolerant, as well as lacked any biased cruelty unlike some students. However, that was nothing more than a first opinion, and Xenneth knew better than to cling to them; eventually his clinging emotions could become a bother to some, something he did not want to come off to the young woman who was so sincere.
“O-oh! N-no, there‘s no need for you to apologize,”
He had risen to his feet as he hugged his materials into his arm, this time securely as he felt it mesh against his chest of his yellow uniform blazer assuring that he had a flat chest that shown some definition to his gender past the appearance just as his name did. “I-It‘s my fault really, c-coming over here and disturbing you with my thoughts and stuff. I-I really shouldn‘t be bothering you just because you‘re alone.”
He tossed his head once more in a frantic bow, this time holding onto his materials so they did not fall to the feet of the young woman. He had given a true and formal apology unlike the last that caused him to stop because of his disgrace. He had his head once again hiding his blue eyes and bright skinned face, awaiting the forgiveness of the young woman with his eyes closed tightly and lips sealed just as accordingly, he had retained his posture hoping he had not once again foiled a potentially pleasant meeting. [/size]
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 7, 2009 22:23:26 GMT -5
“Do you believe that I have been disturbed?” The question appeared clearly among the echoes of the others. The figure resumed position only altered. Hands contacted the opposing elbow. Legs pasted together yet feet repealed to shape an acute angle. There existed no leaning. Facials still resolute in placement. The female would await a response amidst the ruckus of the school. Supposedly the bells toll for those left consoled.
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Post by purezen on Oct 8, 2009 7:33:09 GMT -5
“W-well…I…”
Xenneth had picked his head up slowly, and then the rest of his body as he let his blue eyes stray away once more. He could not say anything seeing she had made such a good point, all in one question. Why would she be disturbed? She was not particularly doing anything. If she was thinking, it would not hurt to have someone say “hello.” It was just the nature of the world after all, and if she was busy, she would have said so. Was Xenneth’s on self-esteem so low that he thought his very appearance was a disturbance to other people?
That had an obvious answer. He just did not want to say so, just like now.
He had seemed to stay still and quiet letting his voice be nothing more than a dying backdrop among the sounds of the school. He could not find the words, the right words to trying to appease the awkward situation. He was too ashamed to admit why he would think so in front of the young woman. His safety net was that she would be oblivious to the thought that he was classified as the geeky type of person, but anyone who stood before Xenneth made this apparent common sense. It was far from his style of dressing or his appearance, but rather it was in his nature; the nervous stuttering and need to apologize for the smallest detail that seemed irrelevant were few giveaways.
His chin dropped slightly, his lips pressing as he muse a sound hum to himself; intending to reflect upon the confrontation. The proper question was probably to confirm if she was disturbed instead of pondering it, but he lacked the courage to do so at that moment; courage that would be absent for any moment that he found himself being a thorn rather than the rose of a flavorful conversation. [/size]
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Post by Leon DeHay on Oct 8, 2009 23:50:02 GMT -5
(Sorry guys, had to go through complete character revamp because of problems. ^^ Just pretend he was like this all along.) Leon watched the students begin to show, then saw a familiar face approach the other girl. Studying the other person curiously, he observed that it was Xenneth, the kid at the dock. He chuckled. It seemed that that was so long ago for him..a totally different person. He ran his hand through his blond curls at the side of his hat, shaking his head. He knew he looked completely different, his style of dress especially.
No longer was he that fashionable attention-grasping street magician. Now, he was a simple blond-haired man with a robe and a hat, along with his trusty cane. He tapped it on the ground thoughtfully, then shrugged. Things always changed, it was life. If you didn't embrace change, you couldnt live correctly. Besides, his lessons from Vahn Gale had taught him much, and he had learned even more than he was taught. He simply smiled and waved in Xenneth's direction, content to sit at the fountain and watch the two converse.
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 9, 2009 18:43:13 GMT -5
“If you are concerned about my state of mind then perhaps you should formulate a way to compensate,” the sharp tone of a female voice piercing through the outside sounds. Nothing else changed. Alarms established the tardy. Sounds funneled to isolation. The obelisk lacked reaction on a physical level, the two jade fragments lingered in place as earlier. Fickle things make for exploitation of time.
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Post by purezen on Oct 10, 2009 2:34:08 GMT -5
“C-c-compensate?”
Xenneth’s eyes had opened the moment the Obelisk Blue student had mentioned the word. Turning away once again, his eyes straying away in that same usual way to show he was thinking critically. It was not easy for him. Most of the time the thoughts went from a brewing plot to a derailing train ride towards a further destruction of his self-esteem by thinking he might fail. One of many faults of his, second kinship to test anxiety, and arch enemy to his resolve to better himself. It was like he was going around in circles with his life when he tried to make such improvements.
“W-well…” he had begun to speak with that time consuming stutter, “…I‘m not sure how I could…‘compensate’… a-at least not in a way to guarantee that it would make you happy, b-but I‘m more than confident I can do something for you? I-I mean if something‘s troubling you o-or if it‘s just a small task, I could probably…do that?”
A not so proud moment, considering after a moment that he thus realized what he had done. Xenneth had frowned slightly, unsure about how the moment came to this, but he was sure he had employed his most desperate of tactics: his service. Being friends was not often a very common thing for him, let alone any socialization. He was considered a stepping stone to some, and even worse, he had laid himself down for boots to tread upon him, whether dirtiest with the worst of intention, or rather none at all.
It seemed he had her attention for a suggestion for the “compensation,“ and only hoped that his “offer” was more than pleasing seeing he did not want to disappoint anyone; continuously, he tried to please the world. Oblivious to the “Street Magician” who had waved, he had not even gotten the chance to catch a glance at his direction seeing that he was struggling to come to terms on satisfying the Obelisk Student’s request.
Swallowing deeply, he had feared the worst words, maybe even the most obvious, were for him to leave. If he were to do that, he would not only fulfill a service, but he would even relieve himself of the pressure he felt at the moment just standing in front of the young woman’s presence. He could not help but to think for some reason that when standing before her, he felt as if the presence was regal like that of a powerful empress. However, it was probably that very thing that drawn him to her from his lone bench; a boy who always let his sight follow to whomsoever pointed to a certain direction if they had powerful qualities. Seeing she was not heavy on the eyes and she was in the highest class, it made he all the more interesting.
Perhaps it was not only his lack of friends and disloyalty to follow the ridiculous norms of a school life that pulled him to this person, but also those beautiful, yet powerful qualities that may have been an appealing aura that aroused his very senses upon a glance. Perhaps “destiny” was not as absurd as he had thought? [/size]
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Post by Leon DeHay on Oct 10, 2009 14:33:38 GMT -5
(gonna sit out for a bit until I figure out what to do here. Go ahead and post, Mes. Xenneth is gonna kill me with his posts one of these days.)
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