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 Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 11:10 am
Regular text denotes English.
Italisized text denotes Chinese.[ Living Out The Same Old Moment ] It's been one week.
One week since I was told to move dorms. One week since I've been prepared to advance my studies. It's been over a year since I first entered ShinKami, with very little grasp on English and scared to death. Where'd that frightened, carefree boy go? I don't think there's much of him left. I've 'buckled down' and gotten my priorities straight. I'm going to be a doctor, and I don't have the time.
I heard that my brother will also be following me shortly. I haven't seen much of him since Rylenn left. Truthfully, I can only now think of my friend and not hurt. I'm sure Weiyuan is much of the same right now. I should check on him more often...I seem to be losing time when I study. I wonder if it's the same for him.
These aren't the things I care to think of right now. No, right now, all I can realize is that it's been one week since Scyeth returned. After four months of nothing, he just...existed in the room again.
I wonder, in all my studies and eagerness to succeed, if I've missed so much. There's a light on the edge of my mind, like a growing awareness of what's around me, but it's still out of my grasp. Scyeth had been gone for four months without a word. I didn't know what happened, even his journal was missing (I suspect the Headmaster, since it mysteriously ended up in the box with his belongings, and now...knowing what I do, I understand). I was scared, but no one knew what happened. I was that scared, uncertain boy again, and I didn't like it.
I took all his belongings. I hid his clothes under mine. I hid his school items with mine. I hid the things that weren't like mine in places they couldn't be found. When the Headmaster came to take his belongings - for what, I can't imagine and I don't want to - there was nothing to take. I said he had nothing...and yet, the Headmaster just smiled and nodded and left. It was strange. But everything here is strange. He told me I should prepare to move in the next few months. The Science Division had accepted me.
I should have been elated, but...
Imagine my surprise when I was moving my belongings from the old dorm to the new one, to find Scyeth standing there. Really, I thought he was going to attack me, but he seemed to recognize me and...he wasn't happy. It scared me. Again, that boy...scared. Uncertain. Worried and not knowing. This time, I didn't dislike it, because it reminded me that there were reasons to feel that way. I was happy to see him, to know he was okay.
I don't know what happened to Scyeth, and I may not ever know. He shared something with me, something important that should have made that scared boy tuck his tail and flee, but he didn't. That boy still loves, still cares, and instead...he made this grumpy echo of himself soften. I'm too young to look down on who I was a year ago, but he...Scyeth kissed me, then in my indecisiveness, and even now, one week later, I don't know what to think of it. I'm torn between the cynical existance I've started to come into and the more gentle youth that still burns around my dear friend.
My friend...that seems...inappropriate, now.
It was quick. But it was sweet. It wasn't like anything I'd seen before, except, maybe, when mom and dad were still alive. That alone reminds me of warmth and caring.
Are you the same, Scyeth? Did you mean what you said?
I hope he speaks to me again soon. This silent counterpart is like a mirror of my own lesser self, and I feel awful for having accepted that he was gone. I wish he'd talk to me. That he'd tell me again...what he really thinks. I should have listened harder, because I may not hear it again.
I hope to finish my documents for transferring classes soon. I need to start studying again, or I might go stir crazy in this single dorm. Maybe I'll go make use of the kit left for me on that Heart Day thing.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:57 am
Req: PRP o1/o5[ The Space Between ] I don't know what to say. The facts are simply this:
I care for him. I trust him. He returns that.
We discussed it, and have agreed to date.
Scyeth is my boyfriend.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:43 am
Req: CRP o1/o5[ Distant Skies ] Quote: Intro to S&T was a success with Scyeth at his side; the two talked over their class and goals, complete with mid-class snuggles. Professor Ardanay schooled RuiZhi in the basics of Lab Safety, pleasing the Head of the Science division and thus making RuiZhi himself proud.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 11:06 am
Req: PRP o2/o5[ Here We Are Again ] Quote: RuiZhi and Ka'hmesh run into each other a half a year after they'd met during the incident in China. They speak of their goals, their thoughts and their friends; it seems to the Chinese youth that his pale-haired friend is more interested in Magic, or at least, a dark-haired male that is following that path. He encourages Ka to go where his heart leads him, and offers to introduce him to some of the Magic Professors at a late date in time.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 11:12 am
Req: PRP o3/o5[ Accidentally In Love ] Quote: On a whim to buy his boyfriend something to show his affection, RuiZhi meets the enigmatic Zach. The other helps the shy Chinese teen into the mall - which olds memories both good and bad - and directs him to a store to find what he's looking for. RuiZhi ends up finding what he's looking for - or perhaps what he was looking for found him first - giving Zach words of gratitude before departing.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 11:14 am
Req: Self Reflection o1/o2[ The Future Holds A Lion's Heart ] Saviors. That's what we're here for, so how did we get so lost to that purpose?
I have never been so frustrated. To sit outside and wait for someone else to do something is the most humiliating thing I've ever done. Twice now I've been told to sit out and let someone else handle the situation. Twice, that rage-inspiring woman I call a sister has taken things into her own hands and given a middle finger to the rules and regulations. I used to think it reckless and endangering, but now I understand. Now I see that she knows...she has always known, and it stuns me.
I know now that I will follow two paths. I will follow the great Kenth Larine for his knowledge and expertise. I will follow that woman - Alex to many, sister to me - for her experience and heart. This school might teach me enough for my brain to hold a library of information, to have knowledge at my disposal, but it can't teach me how to feel. It can't teach me how to find what's right in my heart, and to follow that, no matter if it's acceptable by anyone else.
What if it had been Scyeth or Weiyuan in that building? Even one of the new kids? She would have done the same thing. And we would have done the same thing. I know rules are in place to keep order, but when chaos comes...rules don't hold any water. Lives are at stake. I can't be satisfied like this. I realize that I wont be happy, waiting for patients to come to me...I want to go to them, to the source of the problem, and solve it. That's what I want.
Professor Veilwood gave me some information on various doctor positions. I believe it's time I start considering my options, because to sit and wait for someone else to be the compitent one is not what I am capable of. I'm worth more than that...my studies, my hopes, my dreams...they're worth more than the sidelines.
My love for these people have brought me this far. May my love for them be a light for these dark paths I create for myself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:46 pm
Req: PRP o4/o5 | PRP o5/o5[ You're Like Catching The Day's Sunset ] I've asked Scyeth to move in with me.
We're room mates again, even though it's against the rules. I strongly doubt that any of the Professors care enough about that rule to make sure each student is within their own room; on top of that, this is a beneficial agreement, in that Scyeth will sleep and I...I will find peace.
The truth is that I've missed him. I find that I'm much happier when he's around, and I strive to make him happy when he's down. I disregard my studies to make him smile; is this normal? That isn't to say I completely turn my back on my work, as Scyeth himself seems to be studying more often, but I am not against putting down a book for his joy.
I gave him the necklace I bought last week, and he was...it's hard to describe. Surprise, contentment, happiness...perhaps even a sense of humbleness. He was somewhat taken aback, to be sure, but I believe he was more touched by what I said, and what the medallion proclaims. The sweetest affections come from selflessness; the warmth he blanketed me in was second to none.
Scyeth...may we find peace in all we do. Together.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:51 pm
[ Promise Me That You'll Give Faith A Fighting Chance ] He padded quietly into the room, not knowing what to expect. She'd been unconscious for some time, but had come as soon as he could once he caught wind that she'd opened her eyes. RuiZhi vibrated with quiet energy, a contained rage at what she'd done mingled with the dawning of understanding to her antics. It was frustrating and difficult for him to contain, his conflicted feelings showing on his face as he shut the door behind himself.
RuiZhi shouldn't have been surprised that she was awake, but he still felt it; the heat against his skin at seeing her with his own eyes, followed by the release of relief that drained him where he stood. She was looking out the window, her hands folded in her lap, her expression one of deep consternation. Despite this, she spoke. "Took you long enough."
The Chinese youth's dark eyes shifted from her bandaged hand up to her serene face, which slowly turned to regard him. "Not my fault you took a long nap," he replied, almost snapping the words. He was still edgey, and didn't quite appreciate being provoked first thing.
Her eyes brightened, her dark brows lofting as the familiar emotion of amusement pulled her lips into a smile. This was what he was more familiar with...and it hurt him. Like nothing was wrong, she was smiling. Sitting in the hospital bed that she no doubt had tried to scale more than once by now, and--
"You sound just like me," she interrupted his thoughts. "That's not a compliment, either."
The youth stared. He swallowed a bit, wanting to say more but unable to. Where to start? What to say? Are you okay? seemed somewhat obvious, and chastizing her now would go against his own beliefs that he'd set for himself.
Luckily, Alex provided an opening, sensing his hesitation and seeming to be intruiged by it. "What? No threats on my life, because I was so careless about said life? That's unlike you--"
"I understand," he muttered softly, but it was loud enough that she silenced quickly. "I..." He took a few steps towards her, his expression softening as she held out her arms to him. He knew it was an automatic gesture from her, and that he should be mindful of her wounds, but something about the look on her face made him scoot to the bed and sit on it, leaning against her slightly. Her face...was something close to concern, and perhaps, resignation. "You did what we all wanted to do," he said quietly.
The woman smiled against his hair. "Funny, how that gets translated into being reckless, huh?"
RuiZhi snorted. "Because it's on a whim! But..." He could feel her starting to protest, pausing at his continuation. "...it has to be. Because everyone else is too afraid to act..."
She was quiet for a time, rocking her baby brother as she considered her words. "Sometimes," she started softly, "people are afraid to dirty their hands. Sometimes they're afraid to fail, and would rather the tragedy happen without staining their own lives. And sometimes, in this case, no one knows what to do."
"You did though." RuiZhi took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of aloe and something vaguely sour from her hospital gown. He knew then she had bandages under her gown. "You knew what to do, even if it didn't make sense. Like some type of...chaotic hero."
Alex laughed at that, squeezing the boy gently. "Life rarely waits for people to live it," she replied, "and those whose names are recorded in history were rarely the ones to wait for others to do what needed to be done."
He shifted a little, considering. "You don't strike me as the type to want your name known, given..."
She sighed. She knew what he meant, he could tell. "No, I don't want recognition or fame. That's...that's Kenth's domain. All I want is for my loved ones to live out the life they are building."
"And if we want you to do the same?"
More silence.
"We do, you know...we want you to live."
"I...am a fighter, RuiZhi," she said at length, her voice pensive for a change. "I wont go down easy but I don't keep to the safe and tidy path. Life didn't give me that option. And...even if it did...I couldn't take it. You have to understand, I--"
"I want you to teach me." His quiet words silenced her immediately. "When you're out of here...I want you to teach me how to think with my heart." RuiZhi looked down at his knees, not daring to meet her eyes.
She didn't give him a choice, moving one hand to lift his chin. Her expression was as serious as he'd ever seen it, and it comforted him to know she was taking him seriously. "I can't teach you that," she informed him. A pause, and then, "But I will teach you how to be less reliant on knowledge. You're book smart, you absorb information like a sponge, and while I envy that, it's not...not realistic."
RuiZhi thought of Kenth, of his anger when he found out Alex was in the building. The man, while infinitely brilliant, was utterly helpless in the face of such odds. He didn't want to be like that, not if he could help it. "You're right. I can ace a quiz, but what happens when my friends and loved ones are dying around me on the battlefield...?"
Her face aged then, showing the true colors of her experience. She wasn't old, but as RuiZhi regarded his sister's face, he saw much knowledge in her eyes, something he'd expect more from Dante or Norman. "I will pray," she nearly whispered, "to whatever gods are listening, that you are never in that situation, didi. But, should that time come...I will do everything in my power to make sure you're ready for it."
The youth nodded, and his eyes started to fill with tears for the second time since entering the school. Part of him was letting go of the happy-go-lucky child he was, and embracing the cold and cruel reality that he would be facing in mere years. He was scared, but he had no regrets; he was grateful he had Alex, Weiyuan and Scyeth to face that world with, to help him grow and become stronger.
"Can...can I stay for a little bit...?" he barely whispered.
Alex nodded, and held her little brother as he buried his face against her, watching as the child was put to rest and the man RuiZhi was capable of being started to make himself known.
[SRP]
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:21 pm
Req: QRP o5/1o[ Fringillidae ] Quote: -Under Moonlight- Credit Earned: 2 (+1 follow-up)
Quest Description
It's around the time of Full moon, and rumors has been going on around the school that some "white ghost" can be seen wandering about the school of Magic during the previous full moons. To prevent strange ghost stories start to run around and scare/distract the students, advisors have been sending out secret volunteers to check up on the school of magic this coming full mooon.Quest Procedure This is a self-RP only quest. Make a journal describe your "ghostbuster" adventure. How did you prepare for this task? What did you do that night, what did you see? Who/what was the "white ghost"? Be creative. You will get to keep the "white ghost" as an item in your inventory if you choose it to be an object (animals or plants, etc). If you choose it to be a person, you may choose to do a follow-up RP with the said person (NPC or student) to find out why he/she was there every full moon. Required Items and Prices
There wasn't much to do when I was volunteered to do a ghost hunt. I suppose one would have to be afraid and believe in something frightening to prepare for such things, but I have seen elves and demons; ghosts are but a pleasant dream, and I had no qualms with my task. I am a student of Science, and I would prove the foundations of my school of choice. There was no magic involved, nothing that couldn't be explained.
I was, in hindsight, ill-prepared and even less suited to be of any help at the time. I was still so upset and angry after the events of the fire that I guess I inherited a little of my sister's recklessness. I was not armed with so much as a pen on my adventure, bringing no light source (there was no need; the moon was full), no means of protection (I did not believe this 'phantom' to be a threat) and no means of transcribing anything that would or would not happen.
Imagine my surprise when I arrived at the designated place and saw the phantom! A strange, mishappen shape of light that flitted across the wall with an unusual trilling sound and the soft murmur of whispers! It jerked and wavered and if I were as senseless to believe it was real, I too would have fled!
There were several unusual things about it - the first and most obvious was the 'phantom' itself. It jerked and wavered but only in one spot. The form seemed to shift within. The second was the sound - it was coming off to the left, towards the middle of the grounds, and it was this that I followed. After pinpointing where I heard the sound - above a pillar in the walkway - I peered around it and came face to face with the real phantom.
Reed Buntings.
A common species of bird that are often found in temperate Asia, they migrate south for winter, but they were undoubtably thrown off by the surprisingly cooler days. How they survived in the warmer climate, it was hard to tell, but they're a hardy breed and not easily put off by temperate mistakes. The nest was tucked up high, and I saw within the boughs and leaves, a fragment of something reflecting. It was the culprit for the phantom's appearance - it was apparently a mirror of some sort, reflecting the full moon just off the corner of the building, which is why it was only seen on those days.
Perhaps more surprising was that Heru Irame was there, and that accounted for the whispers I heard. She was talking to them - of what, I didn't know and I didn't dare ask - and they would trill back at her. Did they understand each other? I don't know, but my job in the debunking of the phantom myth was done. I returned the next day with my report - omitting the part about Heru Irame - and all was well.
Perhaps the truth was far more magical than a ghost after all.
[Under Moonlight]
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:25 pm
Req: CRP o2/o5[ ] To come.
[Biomedicine]
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 8:48 am
Req: PRP o2 & o3 in lieu of previously marked[ title ] To come.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 8:49 am
Req: QRP o7/1o [Won]
[ title ]
To come.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 9:03 am
Req: Self Reflection o2/o2[ title ] I
We
How did this happen?
*many swirls are drawn here in a lazy manner, as if the author was lost in thought*
This is it. We're...we're so official it's beyond speculation. I am crazy about him, even in his blown up, half-dead state. He thrives in that state, you know? Of course you know. You're writing this. And talking to yourself.
*more swirls are drawn here*
I'm truly in love with him. It hasn't been a year yet but I can't even function without that man in my life. I always think about him and...I'm gushing. Luna help me, but he better never learn to read Chinese.
But this is a good thing. It shows me...it proves to me that I've grown. I'm bigger now, I'm better than I was yesterday and tomorrow, I aim to be better yet.
I want to protect him.
No, I can't protect him from himself or that big, bad world that he intends to wage war against, but I can salve his wounds. I can bandage his hurts and drink that smile of triumph he has for sustenance. Hah, I've really gone off the deep end for him. And my sister...my...
She doesn't know, and how am I going to tell her about his nature?
Does it matter? No. No, right now, all that matters is the sleeping form at my side and that curve of lip that tells me he's very happy, even in his sleep. He's so alive, it's hard to keep up with him, but he's so gentle with me.
This isn't so much rambling as it is...acceptance. Accepting that I feel for him. Accepting all that he is. Accepting that my life will never be the same, for all that we've been through, and all we've yet to face. Maybe I can't be by his side forever and I wont always be able to cure what ails him...but I think, by accepting that, we've both come a very, very long way.
To you and all that you are, Scyeth, may you catch that star you are so whole-heartedly chasing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:35 pm
It's around Christmas. One night, you heard a small noise outside of your dorm room. By the time you opened the door, the mysterious stranger had already vanished, leaving you with a brown, unadorned box at your feet.
Upon opening the box, you found a plushie strangely resembling yourself. Attached with the plushie is a small piece of notecard that says: Quote: To RuiZhi:
Merry Christmas! Unfortunately the administrators have been really busy to host a formal event...so here is a small present from yours truely. You have been a great addition to our school, and we truely appreciate you being here with us. Keep up the good works, and have a great holiday!
Talking about peacekeeping...perhaps you should practice on your peacekeeping skills on Dr. Kenth and your sister?
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 11:31 am
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