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 Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 6:38 pm
So, it chose to ignore her questions, nay? Whatever, she'll find out her purpose here in time to come.
Power is an appealing sound to the Nahzeetial ... Militarian Knowledge ... verses knowing how to control your feed. Hrm.
'Hard choice.' She mumbled; though she knew she would pick Militarian Knowledge deep down.
Turning around to enter her room further, she paused and looked down at RA, 'Thank you.'
Trela respected the RA; it was smart, powerful ... definately one to look up to ... erm ... or down, either way, 'So if I ever need anything ... do I just speak through my feed?'
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 6:45 pm
RA nods. It had a feeling that Trela would do as any good Nahzeetial would, and pick the one of violence first. "I'm everywhere, and always aware of everything, so if you ever need me, I am there."
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 7:04 pm
Trela nodded, 'I'll be sure to keep that in mind.' Now, her next worry was this roommate of hers. As long as she wasn't an Aanida, it would be fine.
[End RP]
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:07 pm
[ Aerin pov ]
Aerin stood at the gates, playing with the hem of his skirt boredly. He was waiting for a girl, a bit of a tricksy human, at least according to her file. She was going to be a hawk! How awesometastic. His mouse ears twitched, as he kicked his platform boots against the ground.
She'd be here any second! Oh yay~ Must chillax....~
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:19 pm
Astrid approached the gates slowly, adjusting the heavy bag over her shoulder as she shuffled forward. The train ride had taken way too long, and the bags she was nearly dragging hadn't helped. What was with this place, anyway?
The shoulder bag protested loudly as she dragged it over loose gravel, the fabric sounding dangerous close to ripping open. Straining, she kept her eyes peeled. That building farther in back of the black-barred gates must be the school, anyway. It looked dark and silent from where she was.
"A lady?" she mumbled to herself. Astrid squinted, screwing up her eyes to see better. There seemed to be someone standing at the gates up ahead.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:28 pm
Aerin's face broke into a wide smile. "Hi there!" He rushed forward, trying valiantly not to slip on the gravel, and lightly picked up her bag. Oh Eris, what did she have in there? Bricks? Monkeys? Talk about heavy!
"You must be Astrid!" he continued smiling, his voice smooth and warm. "I'm Aerin! So awesome to see you here~!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:41 pm
Astrid blinked, staring up at what must be the school's version of a welcoming committee. Glancing at the bag that the person heaved up, Astrid gritted her teeth and tried not to look overly concerned. Was that the bag she'd put Hob in? Or the one on her shoulder?
"Hi," Astrid got out, raising an eyebrow as she looked over 'Aerin.' For the first time in her life, she realized she wasn't completely sure this was a lady. Logic tried to tell her that only a lady would dress like that, but something seemed off.
"Uh, so," Astrid grunted, heaving up her shoulder bag into a better position again. "...I guess this is the right place, right..." Are you a lady?
She held off on saying that aloud for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:09 pm
Aerin was slightly taken aback at the wash of emotion from the girl as he took her bag. He wasn't sure what was so important, but he was a little more gentle with it now that he knew something was in it.
"Hiya!" Aerin smiled down at the girl, and nodded. "Yup! The Asylum Academy is right through those gates." Aerin snickered lightly, and realised the emotions that now shifted to questioning, and Aerin guessed it was at least about his clothing, if not something heavier. For the time being, he shrugged, and sent out a feed tendril. "Oh hooray! You have a feed, darling!" he started walking towards the gates, and poked the codebox. "Send your new Feed ID to this box. Zero Zero Nine, hun."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:27 pm
Astrid's tongue snuck out the corner of her mouth as she surveyed the box Aerin had pointed out. Temporarily diverting her attention from the bags as well as Aerin's clothes, she paused, and attempted to verify her code with the box. She hadn't had much practice with this kind of thing at home, so she couldn't quite figure out what was supposed to happen.
0-0-9.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:48 pm
The gates hissed, slowly sliding open. Aerin beamed. "YES! Just like that! You're a quick learner." Aerin hurried inside. "Come on, darling! I'll show you around your new home, and you may even meet your new roommate!" He let out a giggle. He loved showing the students around, when they're still all starry eyed over the size and appearance of the academy.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:56 pm
Astrid fairly surprised herself when the gates opened, almost thinking about their opening too much to move. Hastily she realized Aerin was moving in, so she hustled after. Hey, it worked! Wish the doors at home had been more like that...
She felt a little proud at Aerin's praise. She didn't know why -- especially when she didn't even know if Aerin was female yet or not -- but she liked it.
Astrid followed quickly to keep up with Aerin. The building ahead loomed closer, and it definitely looked intimidating. The extra security features on the outside of the gates hadn't been lost on Astrid, either. This was the right place, right? With a name like "Asylum Academy," her parents and her sister weren't trying to put her away or something, right?
"It was just some stupid books," she muttered under her breath, deciding to leave out the bit about Mrs. Finsbrook two houses down and that scrapbook of hers. Or the stuffed owl thing that guy at the end of the street had kept because his stupid grandfather had shot it and had it stuffed. There'd nearly been a riot over that. But really, it STILL wasn't all that much...
Astrid plucked up her streadily rising courage and blurted out without any warning, "Are you a girl?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:06 pm
Aerin grinned. "All doors in the academy will react to the feed and your ID, as well as most appliances, seats, and rooms in general. The very walls of the academy are hotwired into RA, luv! If you have the right permissions, it'll do what you want it to, within reason. If not, they'll just stay closed or inactive."
Overhearing her thoughts a little, Aerin smiles softly. "Don't worry, hon. Professor Zaucken just likes to be safe. His treasured possession, our AI, is locked in here! As for the name...It was the school's name before he took it. We've got no control over it, haha!"
When Astrid's question came, it cut through the air like a knife. Aerin turned to look at her, his wide black eyes blinking. "Nope! All male, my dear." He then just turned back to face ahead, and steps through the large heavy main doors, which had opened due to his verification. "Now, to your dorms!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:17 pm
Astrid listened to the flood of information while following Aerin inside. Astrid hadn't had any idea the feed could do so many things at once; there'd hadn't been much use for it at home, since a lot wasn't done electronically. Her parents hadn't even had feeds, now that she thought about it.
"Hmm," Astrid said aloud, mostly to herself, at the idea of safety being a priority here. She had a fleeting thought : I wonder if it's good enough to stop me?
After all, she'd had little problem with security in the past... But she shrugged, not caring all that much. She had no reason to go out of bounds quite yet.
Then, the answer to her question was made : Aerin...wasn't a girl.
"You're not a girl?" Astrid blinked, looking up at Aerin with something between surprise and fascination. The thought that anyone would want to wear girls' clothes ( hell, Astrid herself didn't ), let alone a guy, was something she found truly interesting. Now there had never been any guy like THAT at home! The thought caused a grin to spread across Atrid's face. "...Cool." Shocking and disturbing people was something Astrid had a soft spot in her heart for. Indeed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:32 pm
Aerin cast a sly eye over at Astrid. He let a small smile grace his lips, deciding to let her explore how she pleases.
Aerin laughed out loud at her response. "I've been called a freak, a sister, a darling, a f**, and a whore, but never before cool." He grinned, and stepped through the opening doors of the girl's main commons. "Thanks, sweetie..." He trailed off, and giggled. Cool. He. Was cool! How spiff.
He pointed to the number three. "Your room. Trela, your roommate (she's a nahzeetial and from what I've heard a bit huffy), should already be settled in! Just do the same thing you did with the gates, and you should be good to go, darlin~"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:43 pm
Astrid grinned again, listening to Aerin's list of various ways people had referred to him. She herself had quite an extensive one, too. The thought of what various people had resorted to calling her in the past somehow, in a twisted kind of way, amused her. "People have called me all kinds of things before. But for each name they come up with, I can usually think of three for them. So it all evens out in the end." Well, not really. But, they have more, so that's the point.
Astrid merely nodded, feeling cheerful at having given someone that felt more like kin than staff a compliment. After all, opposites don't really attract, she reminded herself. At least with people, they didn't.
Eyeing her dorm room, Astrid smirked a bit about the information concerning her roommate. She said nothing aloud, nor thought much of it -- she'd rather see 'Trela' herself.
That reminded her of the bag Aerin was holding. Taking a quick glance at it, Astrid gave Aerin a look. She hadn't planned on actually asking, but she had decided she liked Aerin. He would probably understand.
"...Uh. I think Hod is in that bag," Astrid said, nodding at it. "Hod's my garter snake." She surprised herself by coming up short of actually asking if having him was allowed...since she knew that asking was more of a pleasantry than mandatory; she planned on keep Hod either way.
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