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 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:36 pm
 So it had been a good first month of school so far. Homework hadn't been too bad, and his teachers had been really nice in getting him stuff that he could read and interact with. He'd even begun making friends! Well, one friend, anyway. He was pretty sure. He hoped making new ones would be just as easy. Cal said it wouldn't be? But Cal was often wrong. She just didn't usually admit it. Histeol was just a little bit faster at admitting that he was wrong. Like admitting that he had taken a wrong turn and ended up in a building he'd never been in before. He'd thought it was the gym--he had gym class next, and he wanted to get there early, but this didn't seem like the gym at all. There were no lockers, no echoing corridors--there was carpet, though, but the building was really quiet. There was some music coming from upstairs--which was another hint. Their gym didn't have an upstairs, it was all one storey.
So what was this place? He ran his hand along the wall, hoping to find a placard. When he didn't find one, he turned around and headed for the front door. He'd find the placard there. Only once again, he made a mistake--this wasn't the front door at all! Instead, he'd gone further into the building. How embarrassing! From the sounds of it, he was in a smaller room now. Not a totally small room, mind--it sounded like twice the size of his bedroom back home. There was a sound like...mattress springs? Was he in the dormitories? Oh no...he was pretty sure he wasn't allowed over here! "Hello? Where am I?" he called out into the room.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 9:02 pm
Prometheus had only recently arrived, but already he'd decided he didn't like it here. Too loud, too warm, too fast. He'd managed to augment his motions and personality to mimic the rest of his classmates well enough, but in all honesty he was homesick. He missed the cold, the sea of white broken only by little pepperings of trees or the sheer cliffs of the Sceptors... Asphodel was nothing by comparison. So, despite having figure out how to "blend in" with the natives at this school, he hadn't really made any friends, and he certainly wasn't planning on it. They weren't litches, he had no real reason to get involved.
So, whilst everyone else was out playing or attending class, Prometheus was enjoying a brief rest period in the day in his room, reading. He'd already read the book many times over - it was one of the few possessions he'd brought with him from home - so he was easily brought out of it by the sound of someone coming into the room. He couldn't see who it was just yet, his bed was off to the side, out of direct view from the door. A question from a small voice earned a slight narrowing of his eyes... Whoever it was had no idea where they were. How... unusual.
He set his book aside, and then slowly maneuvered himself off of the bed. He then shuffled to the main run of the room to get a look at the intruder... Another freshling - a litch? No... There was something on their back... A hybrid, then. Well, still mostly litch, so he supposed he'd answer. "You are in room 5 of the dormitories." He molded his words carefully, adjusting his accent to fit the odd Asphodel way of speaking.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 9:11 pm
Teo tilted his head. When he'd asked the question, the mattress springs had squeaked again, as though someone were rolling off the bed. Footsteps approached him--another freshling. A little too big to be an Imp or a Geist, but definitely not a Grimm or a Baphomet. That narrowed it down a bit. Then the other spoke--which was the reason Teo had tilted his head. There was something a little odd in the stranger's voice--a little twist in the way he or she or they said their words. It was very deliberate, very meticulous, as though they were trying to speak correctly. And was that a bit of an accent, deep inside that voice? It seemed there was one, anyway. But they were clearl trying to obscure it so that it wasn't obvious. He wondered if they were embarrassed by it, then brushed that thought aside. The stranger seemed pretty friendly--after all, they had answered his question succinctly and quickly! And clearly, too, so that he could hear them well. That was a good sign. And they hadn't kicked him out...yet, anyway...
"Oh!" he said. "I'm terribly sorry. I got lost, you see--I was looking for the gym? And I guess I took the wrong left turn. Or maybe it was the right turn." He shrugged. "Then I tried to read what building I was in, but then I couldn't find the door inside. I thought this was it, but um, no dice, I guess." He shifted his cane to his left hand and stuck out the right one. "My name's Histeol, but you can call me Teo if you'd like." He wondered what kind of race they were. He had not yet eliminated Chimera, Fallen, Litch, or Demon from the list of possibilities!
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 9:24 pm
He eyed the other freshling, sizing him up, calculating... The stick, he hadn't seen one of those before but the way the other child moved and tilted their head when he'd spoken said to Prometheus that something was off about this one. They'd been trying to get to the gym...? That was several buildings away from this one, if he remembered correctly. At times he still needed the map that Headmistress Ava had given him during her tour, so he wasn't entirely sure he was correct on that. Best not to admit that.
"It is a ways to the west." He finally answered after a few moments of deciding what he wanted to say. He supposed he could... get the map and reason that he'd just kept it on hand. "I hev- a map, if you wish to see, eh... Histeol." He'd slipped a little, but he was still perfecting the odd vowel sounds of the south so he wasn't too hard on himself for that particular mess-up. Histeol's name was a bit of a struggle, though... Normally he wasn't much of a nickname person but he might just have to give that up to blend in a little more. For now, he waited for the verdict on whether or not he should fetch the map.
The hand outstretched to him remained empty for a few moments, before he finally reached out to take it. Gently, as if he was barely making an effort to hold on. He'd found some students did not like it when he used his full grip, but learning how to balance between the two was slow going. "I em Prometheus." He released his hand after a small shake, then stepped back again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 9:55 am
He had been right before--there was an accent, even if it was hidden. He'd heard the accent before, too--though not in person. He'd heard it on one of the radio shows he listened to with Mom and Cal. It was a Borean accent--the traditional accent of a Litch from their native homeland. Litches awoken from the cache or imbued by children of the cache didn't have it. They spoke with Asphodel accents. Histeol spoke with an Asphodel accent himself--Cal and Mom had Cassielian accents. Accents were just...something he noticed. So this stranger was probably a Litch, then, and one from Boreas. He'd never met a Borean Litch before!
It was a little while before Histeol could confirm it, though. He liked shaking hands with people, because it indicated so much. Combine the sound of foosteps with the feel of a hand, and he could easily differentiate between a Litch, a Baphomet, a Grimm, an Imp, or a Chimera. Telling the difference between a Demon, a Geist, or a Fallen was more difficult, though--especially if they came from the cache. The handshake was limp, as though the other freshling didn't like shaking hands, but it was enough for Histeol to feel the distinctive claws of a Litch. He returned the handshake and let his hand return to his cane. "I am Histeol," he said. "But you can call me Teo if you'd prefer. It's nice to meet you, Prometheus. Um, a map wouldn't really work. I, um.." He tapped the opaque purple lenses of his shades. "Not...really a visual person?" He hoped Prometheus got the hint. He didn't want to freak him out with his face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 10:22 am
How had he not noticed...? Prometheus eyed the boy, mostly his cane, and mentally scolded himself for not picking up on it sooner. Who else would wear glasses like that inside anyway? "I see. Forgive the mistake." He paused, thinking. He couldn't exactly give him directions and send him on his way now that he knew he couldn't see... That would, for one, be unhelpful because he had no idea how to describe how to get to the gym without using visual cues, and two, be rude. And while he saw no reason to get involved with other students here, he was not about to be rude.
"In that case, I can escort you. To the gym. I am still not sure of navigating myself, I would not be able to give good directions." He shifted his weight to go retrieve the map, not really letting Teo have the chance to object. After finding it, he stuck it into a pocket and then returned to Histeol. "When is it you need to be there?"
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