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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 4:37 pm
Butterfly growled slightly as she sat up from the pile of books. Giving sigh of relief when no one came to harass her about making such racket. She quickly started to grab at various books and place them back upon the shelf. Keeping the one without the title she turned and headed back down the aile this time to head for the desk to check out the book. She was curious to see what sort of book this one was compared to the one she had back in her room.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 4:45 pm
Pallas decide to finish up meditating and get something to eat. Training is worthless if you die of hunger. He floats to the ground, opens his eyes, stops the energy cycles, and stands up. He makes he way to the front of the library when he senses something, a girl who had been near where he was in the library He decides to talk to her once she was done at the desk. His parents had sent him to Ria in hope that he would make contact with other, and he decides to give it a shot.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 4:53 pm
Butterfly waited patiently as the man behind the desk slid her library card through the little card scanner before handing her back the old book that had a little slip in the front saying when it would be next due. Taking hold of the book Butterfly would give her thanks holding the book to her chest as she turns to head for the exit. There was no further point in staying within the library it wa smuch more quiter in her dorm then any where else. Except for her pet kittens but they wouldn't bother her much like the students here. The pony tail in which she kept her red hair in bounced smoothly side to side as she walked.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 5:04 pm
Pallas sees that the girl is done at the desk and approaches her. He hasn't had much practice talking to people, and he was nervous. He walks up to her, "Hello," he says, "My name is Pallas." He is sweating, but from stress. He wanted his parents to know that he had followed there wishes and at least tried to talk to someone, what could go wrong...
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 5:10 pm
it was a voice that stopped Butterfly in her tracks turning slowly to glance back at the weilder. Finding the person not too far from her and he was....sweating like a pig. Which was unusual considering it was rather cool today there was certiantly no reason for someone to be sweating. Her hawk eyes bore into him giving her the presence of a predator as she stood there. For several long moments she simply stood there staring at this Pallas. A bit unsure of what the man wanted from her. This was the first time someone had approached her and only given their name and no more. Usually they also gave a reason to them approaching her but not this one. It made her a bit unsure of how to respond back to him.
".....Greetings..' Butterfly simply answered. Unfortunely she wasn't one to talk much or approach others either.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 5:15 pm
"I'm sorry if I have bothered you, but I told my parents that I would try to talk to someone whilst I was here," Pallas says, "I don't normally talk to people, and as you can tell I'm nervous." His sweating increases for not only was he nervous about talking in particular, he was nervous to be talking to a girl, a pretty girl I might add.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 5:22 pm
'I understand. I ain't a socialist much either..' Butterfly mentioned hoping to at least slightly to calm his nerves down.
Though, Butterfly was already envied him by the fact that he had parents still. Butterfly was not as fortunate as Pallas when it comes to family. But, perhaps it would be better if they sat and talk instead of standing. She had witnessed people buckle because of being nervous. Her eyes went to the table not far from them that was quite empty at the time.
"The name's Celes but everyone calls my Butterfly.' She stated.
It was quite obvious why people would call her such. Considering that the coat/dress she was wearing had butterfly wings attached to them creating the illusions she had actual wings when in fact she was just a normal human..somewhat. And there was a butterfly hair pin over her left ear as well.
"Does thou care to take a seat as we talk?'
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 5:34 pm
"It wouldst be mine pleasure, Lady Butterfly" Pallas replies as he looks around fore a table. He spots one and motions towards it, "Ladies first," he says. The sweat on his brow would be lessening, but still mostly visible. He is just glad that he could tell his parents that he had conversed with someone, and he was happy, but he didn't smile.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 5:46 pm
Butterfly walked past Pallas heading straight for the table. it was one of those long tables where many can go and study at once. Pulling out the chair she smoothly sat down setting the book in her arms down on the table a little off to the side. her hands staying in her lap though as she waited for Pallas to take his own seat either beside her or across from her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 5:53 pm
Pallas moves over to the table and sits across from Butterfly. "So... ummm ...what do you want to talk about?" he asks, still sweating abit from fear. He didn't want his first attempt at contact with a classmate to end badly, he would have to drowned his emotion in meditating, which is dangerous. It is hard to tell when the pain of emotions becomes the pain of energy loss.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 5:58 pm
Butterfly considered what would be a topic to start with as they sat there across from one another. Her right leg across her left knee with her elbows now propped up on the table top. Her delicate fingers intertwine with one another as her chin rested upon them.
"Well, lets start with something simple. Why are you here?' Butterfly asked.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 6:04 pm
"Well other than to make contact with others, I'm here to train in an area in which people won't run screaming from the fact I can float in mid-air, or set things on fire with my mind, or get a perfect score on tests because I could block out the thoughts of those around me." Pallas says, "Why are you here?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 6:07 pm
"I am here to find a way to face my demons and to become a singer.' Butterfly answered.
Her head tilting slightly causing a few loose strands of her red hair to cascade down over her right eye. It had taken Butterfly several nights to finally find out exactly why she was here at Ria High. but, it was worth those endless nights of thinking to her.
"And to surpass the one that used to be my teacher.'
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 6:13 pm
"Interesting, Well I guess it make it my turn to ask a question," Pallas says. He thinks for a moment, "What are your powers? I am Psionic myself, but you could probably tell that from the description of why I am here." Pallas was happy, he hadn't talked to anyone for this long for years, which is pathetic if you think about it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 6:20 pm
Butterfly smiles faintly at the question towards her. Her eyes gazing towards a shadow upon the table created by the lights within the room. For a moment nothing happened before it started to ripple like a waters surface when someone tosses a rock within. Then it slowly started to rise up from the table growing shape and form now. Smoothly it curved itself into a perfect sphere and started to wobble around in the air.
"i can manipulate the shadows around me. I can make any shape with them and can even make them solid if I so wish it.'
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