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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:52 am
Danisy Doogud
Danisy looked at vlad as he was about to mention the assignment. she saw him hesitate and think a little bit. Danisy tilted her head and heard his request. She grabbed her journal and got up from her desk and moved over a few seats closer to Michelle. She threw a quick smile at michelle and slumped into the chair.
She sees the drawing and blushes..
"oh, I'm sorry... I dont mean to sir.. i just get out of focus often."
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 2:26 pm
 xxMɪᴄʜᴇʟʟᴇ Aᴠᴇɴ Nᴏɪʀᴇxxx ↴xxx↳xxＴｈｅ ｂｏｙ ｗｈｏ ｗａｓ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｌｏｖｅｄxxxxxxxx" The most terrible poverty is loneliness,
xxxx and the feeling of being unloved. "xxx" All i've ever wanted to do - was reach out and touch another human being.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNot with my hands.....But with my heart. "xxxxxMichelle jumped in surprise as Vlad approached him yet again, addressing him as if he once again had done something wrong. This made Michelle...Quite honestly, want to go in the corner and just stand there for all eternity.
He wasn't doing anything wrong....At least, he didn't even think so. Michelle had no idea what he was doing wrong. He didn't understand at all. Did...He hate him? Michelle didn't care what he did, he would apologize. It didn't matter anymore...He....He didn't want to be hated. The loneliness he could stand....He could let it eat away at his heart, but not hate.
And it was things like this that put him so emotionally unstable. What was he doing wrong? He didn't know what to do, he just didn't....It wasn't his fault, he didn't want this.
Michelle wanted to - to be friendly. He....He wanted to go up to these ladies, and talk to them. And perhaps make conversation with everyone he could. He could be friendly, he knew deep down if perhaps he had the chance, he could be friendly! But....He was so afraid. He didn't know how to do all of those things. And.....Since he had lived his whole life with no one but loneliness by his side....That was the only feeling he knew. Michelle was scared. He had only known a handful of feelings. Loneliness, sadness, and depression. Those were the only emotions he had ever felt, and those are the only ones he knew how to express.
So when he wanted to so deeply to talk to someone, to come out and openly express himself, he just couldn't. No one can expect such a thing. Michelle didn't want anymore rejection.....He couldn't take it. He didn't want another person to outwardly meet him, and then.....ignore his presence completely, like everyone did. He didn't want to speak, or know someone....Who would just leave him. Like everyone did. He couldn't take it......He - He.....He just....couldn't.
And Vlad expected him...to be so open.....But he didn't - perhaps he couldn't understand how he was feeling. And that was to be expected. No one could understand.
So in the end.....Michelle could only do one thing. And that was apologize, like he always did.....for doing something he couldn't help. As if he was apologizing for being the child with freckles. For being the child born deaf. The only thing Michelle could do, was apologize to Vlad for doing absolutely.....nothing wrong. To apologize, for not being able to trust anyone.
To apologize for being lonely. "I'm sorry. I - I just don't know what to do....." Michelle looked down sadly, his hands calmly folded in his lap. His normally warm voice......Had perhaps finally been oiled dry. The warmth he contained in his voice, had temporarily disappeared. Because it was at this time that Michelle actually lost hope. Before, he thought he had a choice. But with the happenings already starting, he just....He didn't know what he was doing wrong. He had tried all he could. Except giving up. So the little warmth he had in his voice, the hope he had for something different that what he constantly felt......It went away. So when Michelle spoke, there was no life. There was no warmth. All there was, was sadness.
And for that, like always, Michelle was sorry." I'm sorry. . . "
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 5:24 pm
 
❝𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben...❞
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Vlad tilted his head. The student said that he was sorry? How odd. The little ghost didn't really understand this, but decided to explain his point in any case.
"Please don't waste your talents; if you are able to communicate with other spirits - or even humans - then you should do it. It will give deeper and more reliable information than the plain words written on paper."
Vlad, just like any other curious and naive child, preferred exploring and experiencing to books and printed words.
Also back in his days, there was no printed books. They were all hand-copied works, which meant that you had to just trust the person who wrote it for you. That's why the boy does value all kind of information, but he always likes to double check things by seeing them with his own green eyes.
Now the ghost boy glanced at Danisy, too.
"You both are in Necro, am I right? If that's the case, then please also remember that our true strength comes from co-operation; we are really never alone."
It was true. This world never leaves you alone, and Vlad knows it very well. You might have trouble to communicate with others, but no matter where you go, there will be other humans, other creatures, other forms of life. It is impossible to run away from them completely. Especially for Necro members this was very true indeed, because they can also get help from the spirits, who others cannot even see. That is an important resource that you should not waste, no matter what your goal is.
"And, uhh... Since either of you shows much interest in studying these ladies, I might have something else for both of you. Do you want to hear more?"
In this point Vlad would have smiled, if only his nature could let him do that. He is able to smile, but let's say that he saves that for special occasions.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:56 am
Danisy listens to Vlad speak. She is a bit unsure as to what the next thing may be that vlad presents. She nods a bit, while looking a tad confused. she looks and waits for michelle's response. (Im sorry its not that much i dont want to overdo it but yet i dislike underdoing it.)
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 6:05 pm
xxMɪᴄʜᴇʟʟᴇ Aᴠᴇɴ Nᴏɪʀᴇxxx ↴xxx↳xxＴｈｅ ｂｏｙ ｗｈｏ ｗａｓ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｌｏｖｅｄxxxxxxxx" The most terrible poverty is loneliness,
xxxx and the feeling of being unloved. "xxx" All i've ever wanted to do - was reach out and touch another human being.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNot with my hands.....But with my heart. "xxxxxTo Vlad's offer, Michelle nodded, looking him in the eye. He would.....Greatly appreciate at least something a little different. And he knew that this time he would try to ace it and do as best as he could. Even though he didn't know what he was doing wrong, Michelle simply decided to try a little harder. Surely it couldn't be too hard.
He needed hope. And Michelle supposed he could muster up a little to at least please his instructor. So, Michelle trying again to be at least a tiny bit more respective, he opened his mouth and said softly, "Yes, sir." He stood up straight, giving Vlad his full attention, as if they would help him somehow do better on what Vlad was about to instruct him to do.
(( Short post is short. e.e" ))" I'm sorry. . . "
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 6:21 am
 
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𝕬nton 𝖁ladimir 𝕱riedrich von und zu 𝕶leist
1346 - 1356
𝖂itz, 𝕮insicht, 𝖂issenschaft, 𝕲eschmack, 𝕭escheidenheit,
𝖚nd 𝕸enschenlieb 𝖚nd 𝕿apferkeit,
𝖚nd 𝖆lle 𝕿ugenden 𝖛ereint 𝖒it 𝖆llen 𝕲aben 𝖇esass 𝖉er, 𝖉en 𝖒an 𝖍ier 𝖇egraben.
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𝖁lad nodded to both of the students.
"Great. So, Michelle. Excuse me for bringing out the following topic so bluntly, but... How and when did you exactly die?" , he said and touched the chain on his neck to raise it a bit.
"Let me explain. I have the rather unique ability to use "the causes of death" for my own magic. And right now I need them for my study. For example, this chain here carries my cause of death. I usually see the "causes of death" as similar, broken bonds that used to connect the body and the soul. However, in most cases they are invisible to everyone else, even to the ghosts themselves. They carry no purpose after you die. Thus, even if I take it from you, it won't change anything. Do you both understand?"
"Michelle, I'd like to have your cause of death, if you don't mind. I also would love to see you two to work together and negotiate with those children. You could ask if two of them would like to give his or her cause of death to me, as well."
The boy knew that these two teens are very able to pull it off, if they work together. This task needed the knowledge of history, which you can get from the books, but some understanding of feelings, too. Vlad himself was also socially awkward, which made it rather challenging for him to start collecting these.
But he needed them. He needed them. He wasn't sure why, but... Just maybe, just maybe, this study would help him to discover something about the past. And not just the general past, but his personal past too. Because in fact, Vlad was secretly missing his mother a lot. He had only very vague picture of her in his mind, but that is all he needs for motivation. He has to find a way to reach her... Somehow.
"You need to understand the feelings and the historical facts behind their death. That way you can understand them and be able to show some compassion, which just might convince them to help me with this. That is the easiest and the most polite way to get this done. How does that sound?"
Step by step, his study will bring him closer to his goal. Unfortunately he had no idea what waits for him when he reaches the goal, but he still decided to give everything he has to get there.
(OOC: Pm me if you didn't understand something. And sorry for the late reply. I have been really busy.)
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 4:39 pm
xxMɪᴄʜᴇʟʟᴇ Aᴠᴇɴ Nᴏɪʀᴇxxx ↴xxx↳xxＴｈｅ ｂｏｙ ｗｈｏ ｗａｓ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｌｏｖｅｄxxxxxxxx" The most terrible poverty is loneliness,
xxxx and the feeling of being unloved. "xxx" All i've ever wanted to do - was reach out and touch another human being.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNot with my hands.....But with my heart. "xxxxxMichelle took in absolutely everything that Vlad told him, and when he had finished, Michelle had to take a shuddering breathe.
He could still feel the pain. A both physical and internal pain that had scratched slowly at his core, until he broke, and died. The pain of dying. It was absolutely nothing like Michelle had ever felt before. He was very clumsy. When he was alive, he had broken a limb more than 2 times, and still healed up normally. He knew pain. But compared to the pain he faced before he died...? Thinking about it made him want to cry, because thinking about it brought back more pain.
Funny. One would think Michelle truly died of something traumatizing. Someone torturing him maybe. Or perhaps slavery? None of the most painful deaths put together could have equaled the pain he felt when he died. He died of a disease that took hundreds, if not thousands to millions of people. Tuberculosis.
When Michelle was first diagnosed with Tuberculosis, it struck him extremely hard. Because back then, you get a disease, and you pray you get better. There was no medicine for this disease. And so many people had died of it, people thought there simply wasn't anything you could do about it. So when Michelle was diagnosed, they put him in a local hospital bed and let him stay there as long as he wished. They told him it was the best decision. And that was exactly what he did.
Did it hurt? Definitely. He coughed up blood various times, felt as if his lung would explode, urinated blood, and had the worst fever probably in history. And he went through all of this alone. Without a friend, or companion. And he died, ultimately alone.
Michelle opened his mouth to answer his instructor, and a small hiccup came out, the ones you get when you cry so much, you can barely speak. "Tuberculosis. 1643." He said, giving a small nod, his eyes cold, and sad. Michelle's entire face took on one of sorrow, and sadness. Nothing else was visible on his features. No other trace of emotion.
Michelle took in a shaky breathe and nodded, solemnly. "I'll try my very hardest, sir," He started, then added, "A-As for...My cause of death? I-I'm not sure how you will obtain it, but you may have it..."
Michelle didn't know he had all of these things, but he did know, that from Vlad's words, that nothing would really happen if he lost it anyway. Michelle didn't know he had something like that in the first place, so he thought it wouldn't make exactly much of a difference if he lost it.
(( OTL|| Totally thought i answered to this. ))" I'm sorry. . . "
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