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With a fluid movement, Selene withdrew her sword and pointed it at the young man who began to cuss her out suddenly. The metal made a soft ringing that peirced her eardrums, but she lowered it slightly to keep the ringing from becomming unbearable. "I suggest you shut your trap sir." Selene warned, resheathing her sword to its rightful place at her left side. "I, at least, am decent whenever there are not bastards like you traveling about." Both hands were now resting against her hips, one index tapping against her stomach; she wanted them to leave as soon as that man was done insulting her.

Selene couldn't help but chuckle at his words about being 'peaceful' and all the other things. Now it was just growing amusing. "Oh please stop making such a fool out of yourself! I may end up crying from laughing so hard." Her voice dropped dangerously as she ended that sentence, her seawater hues glittering with a deadly hint. Selene was no pushover, and Yusake seemed to run his mouth more than focus upon whom he was dealing with. Oh well; it's not her problem.

Her attention was turned to Kujiro who seemed to hate her already. "I sure as hell look better than you. I at least know I'm not futile in that sense." Selene replied cooly, twirling a peice of hair around her long, index finger. This Kujiiro really was pushing his luck by insulting her in that mannor. The cussing she could take without a problem due to her ability to stay patient, but Selene knew that as of now, he was the ugliest creature alive.

The elven ears that sat ontop of her head twitched as Yusake began talking again; he really should stop. However, to her relief, it was towards his brother and not her. Selene was about to cut his head off if he tried to insult her again. The elf was in no mood to be toyed with in such a way right now. "It seems he did deserve it..but I am surprised you speaking hasn't gotten your lips ripped from your face." Selene jerked her head over to Yusake with a matter of fact expression littering her beautiful features.

He seemed to be acting kind to her now, and so, being the lady that she is, returned to her decent level of speaking. She would retaliate if he insulted her again if need be though. Her fingers wrapped around teh Tiger Lily still behind her ear, and removed it. She tossed it back into the foliage, shaking her hair free from behind her elven ear. "I...am Selene Boverice...it is nice to meet you Yusake and you Kukiiro." Her name had more of a French edge to it, and the accent was more noticeable when she spoke; however, there was a cruel and almost angry way she said Kujiiro's name. His name was poison to Selene's lips, and she honestly did not like the destroyed man, and she assumed he hated her as well.

"What brings you two to the Greenhouse? Neither of you seem to....enjoy harmony by your appearence." Selene ran her tongue lightly overher pearly white teeth, taking a few steps closer to the two men. Her steps were choppy as of now, and caused her hips to swing profoundly. Selene liked to tease men; especially the ones who would never have her. The elf let her blue-gray hues travel over Yusake with an odd interest; he seemed to enjoy the way he lived. This should make it all the more fun.

Selene blinked several times, as Yusake nearly attack her with that motor mouth of his, but was stopped by his older brother. The elf yawned, bringing a hand up to her mouth to keep her decency at least within herself. Though Selene continued her sarcastic acts of deceny towards the two as if showing them how a true creature acts towards other. The elf felt better and more important than the two of beings. So, what was the point of arguing with the brothers? There really wasn't a reason in Selene's opinion.

She didn't care to listen to more than half of what Kujiro was saying either, but the last bit caught her attention. Ouch, she had never been insulted about her fighting tactics. Selene flicked another strand of hair away from her face, and stayed silent for a few moments. "Fighting is something I do not do on a normal basis as you may. I do not kill for the joy of spillong another's blood." The elf retorted quietly, her eyes narrowing into slits. Kujiiro was beginning to actually hurt Selene's feelings, adn she did not like the pained feeling corrupting her mind. He had some nerve to insult her in such a care-free mannor.

However, when his eye began going crazy like it was, Selene felt her stomach lurch uneasily. That was truely disgusting in her opinion, and watching the event unfold made the elven women extremely queasy. "That..is quite disgusting.." Selene snapped, covering her mouth with one hand to keep whatever was in her stomach within that organ. She was afarid to remove the hand and vomit all over the floor.

Every word he spoke afterward hit Selene like a knife, and for the first time in nearly two hundred years, she wanted to cry. No one had dared speak to her that way, and the way he said it....Selene actually wondered if that is how others saw her as well. She kept her gaurd up though. "Ohh I'm terribly amazed by all your wisdom Kujiiro, but your words bore me." Selene spat, wiffing her hand in the air to dismiss all the insults he threw at her. Still, the elf could not remove them from her thoughts no matter how hard she tried.

Her arms folded over one another in an attempt to hide herself from Kujiiro in a sense, but she couldn't help but chuckle at the two's constant fighting with one another. "You two are quite mean to one another don't you think?" Selene said with a softness that was not within her voice earlier. She had grown to respect Kujiiro, and of course, she would never admit it. He had one and gotten his point across. She would no longer attack him in anyway; however, Yusake had not yet earned her respect. He was fair game in Slene's eyes.

"You are who you are."
"Freak!"
"You're powers are to uncontrolable."
"Stay away from us!"
"Monster!"
"You have to go somewhere else.It's for the best."

The door slammed shut behind her as she entered the greenhouse.Even before she walked in she could smell the freshness and sweetness of the place.She stayed close to the door.Green eyes with pale flecks of brown, maybe even red in them looked over the place.It was like she had walked into a mini jungle.Vines snaked there way up the walls,trees stood tall as there top branches grazed the ceiling.There were rows flowers that seemed to go on forever.She smiled and started to walk down a small pebble path through the greenhouse.The sun was blazing down from the window-like ceiling, making her feel hot and sticky.She wiped the little beads of sweat off her forehead and kept on walking.

As she walked, Myou would occasionally stop to smell a fower or lightly touch a vegatable.Her head moved from side to side as her eyes passed a glance over everything they could.Her raven hair swayed as she stepped lightly.Everything about her seemed to flow like running water.She stopped infront of an area that was filled with nothing but roses.There were once as red as freshly lost blood, others that were pink and some were even white.She bent her knees slightly and reached down to grab ne of the roses.It's thorns priced her finer and she pulled away quickly.Myou stared down at her hand as a black subtance oozed out of her finger.No, it wasn't dark red, it was black and thick.Her eyes changed from green to red as she turned and ran for the door of the gremhouse.she burst through the door, not cring if shebumped into someone.The door slammed shut behind her.

"I never said you did! I was only implying such because of your appearence. It was obvious you were in a battle so I only assumed as much." She challenged her voice was lowering in volume, but it cut like a dagger; the mixture of anger and annoyance clouding the normally level-headed elf's mind. Her hands wound into fists, gripping at her flesh to keep a steady temper. She knew Kujiiro could, in fact, cause her destruction if she willed herself into attacking. This man was extremely irritating to Selene, and she had never felt like such an insect until speaking with him.

She flicked a long strand of sea-water hair away from her matching hues, watching Kujiiro with a hurt, yet a defeated expression littering her delicate features. Her hands placed themselves on her hips, gripping at the skin surrounding the bones. "I do not care to fight with others..physically or mentally. I avoid what I can. You, Kujiiro, seem to go looking for others who are weaker than yourself so you can make yourself seem more godly than the other." Her French accent had grown thicker as she calmed herself down. The accent added an odd calm to her appearence and personality. Oh well.

"It would be better if you stopped acting as if I were such a weakling without ever having had a true conversation," she paused for a moment, realizing how hypocritical this sounded comming from the Queen of condescending, "I needn't even speak with you to know you care not for what I wish for or anyone else. Being poliete with a b*****d is quite difficult."

The elven women shifted her weight again, bringing up a hand to rake back to few strands that were hanging about her face so she could see what was actually unfolding infront of her. Kujiiro seemed to replenishing his skin so it could cover the large amounts of exposed machinery. "Astonishing...quite a nifty technique.." Selene said aloud, but was speaking more to herself than anyone else. The presect for Kujiiro was more of a hate than anything; being insulted in such a way upsetted her, but she knew Kujiiro was right. It hurt Selene to know that so much of herself was hated by everyone, but she didn't deserve such terrible friends anyway. She could be alone and happy.

Shiori walked into the greenhouse. Beauty at its peak. All the herbs and spices, the flowers and vegetables. She walked over to a row of young sapings, genly touching the one that looked the most sick, and focusing her mind on it, she returned it to health. The young tree stood up tall and focused its top to reaching the sky.

Smiling, she found some pots, and some dirt. She took out the seeds from her bag. It was the seed from her favorite plant. She had genetically enhanced the fruit it would bear. It gave her great pleasure to mess around with flowers and such. The seeds were for her DragonFruit. Her dragon loved to eat it. Too bad the school didn't let her come this first year here.

She had left Natsu at home with her grandparents. It was the first time that Natsu remembers that Shiori had left without her. It happened in the first life, but only Shiori remembers that one.

Placing the seeds gently in the soil, she adds water, and places them in her bag. She'll bring them to her dorm to make sure that she can keep a good eye on them while they grow.

She leaves as she notices other arriving.

Oh, how much of a child Yusake was playing out at this very moment. If the man was able to step back for a moment and witness how he was personally displaying himself there was a high chance he would be embaress. Yet, at the same time it was amusing for those whom happen to be watching such as Reaper. 'Old man,' Reaper wondered if that was the man she had happen to brief a glance at that one time. If it was then it may be a bit tricky to make a bargain with him. But, she didn't even know the person let alone his name or where to find him. Eyes shifting back over to Yusake just in time to find that defient foul tongue sticking out in the open.

Right hand launched out in a fluid quick motion like a viper going for the attack upon the small rodent. Fingers clutching hold of the fabric covering the torso just beneath the collar. Then pulled back just as quick with force herding Yusake forward to close in the gape between the two of them. Twisting the fabric slightly to get a firmer grip to yank him downwards so she wouldn't have to stand up on her toes in order to reach those thin lips. Her own pair of lips latched themselves around his exposed tongue capturing hold of it within her mouth. Messing around with it as one would with a popsicle stick giving him the brief moment of the sensations that would be sent through him before roughly shoving the tongue back into his own mouth. Her tongue moving it out the mouth, pass the lips, then into his own to give herself the small window to run up across the roof of his mouth before pulling away completely. Standing there still holding onto the scruff of his shirt thinking.

"Yea....your kiss was defiently lame." But before he could respond with one of his curses, confusion, or insults she would quickly continue on simply to piss him off. "Where would I find this man then?"