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 Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 3:20 pm
Erin___Sile___March=> Usually just the guys call her... Miss Farvardin <= Macideus also agreed to some tea and Erin poured them each a cup of the steaming drink. "Careful, this particular combination can be quite hot so give it a moment to cool before drinking otherwise you may have to visit the hospital wing for a blistered tongue and I assure you that won't be fun. Trust me I learnt the hard way."She said with a chuckle as she set the cups in front of each of them. She sat back in the circle and set the pot aside. "I shouldn't take too long but just in case feel free to help yourself to some more tea."Erin crossed her legs and closed her eyes. The eye was part of the security to make sure no one who wasn't supposed to come inside, came inside. amongst other things of course. However every now and then they turned it inside to locate people who have slipped past. It was Erin's own addition...or rather improvement, before it just showed an overhead view of the school but now she could move it around and instead it showed peoples auras allowing her to look inside the buildings too. "Praecipio, quaeretis et Saya ostendere."Inside her mind Erin viewed through the eye as it picked out Saya's aura. it hadn't taken too long as it searched through students, although it was certainly dizzying. "She is in your class room, for how long I don't know. So you better get a move on. I think I will stay here for a bit before reporting the reasons for using the eye to search out a student to the headmistress.""Thank you Miss March. Come along miss Forscythe we are just about done."Macideus said offering a smile to the ever patient student. She had a great deal of potential with the amount of patience she held. He was glad to have such a student in his class. He stood up and nodded appreciatively to Erin before stepping out of the door and waiting for Realyn. Once she joined him he would be off again to to have words with Saya.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:50 pm
 
Raelyn watched intently as her teacher sat down and accessed her magical eye. She blew on her tea and started sipping it down as she observed curiously. She quietly wondered how effective this system was, could she see anybody anytime? What if she didn't know who she was looking for? She assumed it must be more in depth than simply saying the words, otherwise the never would have let a student sit in on it. It was true that Raelyn had no legitimate magical abilities outside of her race, but she was still fairly familiar with magical workings, and had a habit of trying to analyze them. She expected this was far beyond her understanding though, and went back to enjoying her tea. It was an absolutely wonderful mix, she had to wonder if it was all preparation, or if there was a magical touch to it as well, everything seemed to have something special to it at this school.
She looked up from her cup, a look of innocent surprise on her face when she heard herself summoned to leave. She had been listening, but had also become very tranquil with her drink, which was yet unfinished. She nodded quickly and tried to finish her tea as fast as possible. It certainly took some of the joy out of it, but thankfully it had cooled down enough not to injure her mouth. She handed her cup back to Miss March and bowed in thanks."Thank you very much for the tea, Miss March. It was very good." She smiled happily and turned to follow Macideus out the door.' She acts more like a big sister or something than a teacher, doesn't she?' She thought, looking up at Macideus as the words crossed her mind.
She followed Macideus back out of the building, doubtless towards where he now knew Saya was. Apparently she was back in the training room, a room that Raelyn had not been in since her new student tour of the facility. Why Saya would have bothered to go right back to the classroom puzzled her almost as much as why they were looking for her. "Sir?" She asked, keeping her eyes ahead now , able to again walk beside him, "Why is Saya in trouble if she didn't leave the school?
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:56 pm
 
" S'pose that does sound like her." Din answered to Tack's logic. Saya was a girl, but she certainly wasn't like others, which was probably the main reason she was more entertaining to be around. He had to at least give the salamander that much, though it was still apparent that the boy was going completely off the cuff. Din continued to smile and look around until Saya verbally tore him apart.
His smile quickly faded at the young girls' words, his usual carefree attitude disintegrating in a blink. He clenched his teeth tight to keep himself from talking. In different situations, he would run his mouth like normal. He always did as long as it was for fun, even if it was just his type of fun. This, though, this was far from that. If he spoke now, it would be out of pure emotions, emotions that had no place in his conversation. Being hurt was something he didn't like to share with people. Saya was both cutting into him and ticking him off at the same time. The entire time he'd known the girl, she'd wanted nothing more than to be left to her own devices. Her personality was one he could agree with, and her desire of independence was one he could respect, which made it easy to become close friends. He knew darn well she liked to be left alone, which was why he always did just that unless she invited otherwise. It always seemed like respect for a somewhat kindred soul. He didn't ever tell anyone about his outings, and he darn sure never took anyone along, so if anyone respected her intentions, he always figured it was him. Make friends, but never let them in on your secrets. Only person you could ever account for was yourself.
Not only was Saya calling him out on simply following her lead, she was insulting him because of it. She was literally going to push him away for acting the way he thought she wanted him to act. He had no words for that, none at all. He wanted desperately to break things, wanted to topple weapons racks and punch walls, but not while Saya was here. He kept his face level, and kept his destructive desires quiet. "Speaking of Mickey, shouldn't you be leaving before he arrives?"His voice was level, missing the normal livelihood behind it.
 Tσ∂αy's Gσαℓ? Experience true, heart-stopping, adrenaline-pumping chασs.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 2:19 pm
 Harmony___Saya___Tennyson____[[ Name's Saya. And don't you dare call me Minnie. ]] "I didn't mean. . ." Saya wanted to take it back. Her face was red, flushed in embarrassment and shame. It was not the blush Tackerson had expected at all and was directed at something else entirely. They had been contradictory words to her actions, something that made little sense but was spoken with enough confidence to be insulting despite that. The elf made no smart comeback. He neither defended himself or looked guilty of a crime he did not commit in the first place. The whole day had gotten increasingly worse, and the thought made her feel some self-pity. Major restrictions on her movements had been initiated that morning. A mentor had at last been assigned to watch over her troublesome ways, and it happened to be the only professor in the entire Academy that was not wary of her and could stop her with little effort on his part. The school that only thought she was dangerous and overly interested in departing from their company were now convinced she had lost her mind thanks to a gruesome vision that still made her queasy at the thought of it. This may well have included Din, who knew nothing of her gift and could only conclude that she was downright mad. The realization that their friendship had grown into a close one she depended scared her; attachments would only wind up hurting her in the end, for she would have to leave them behind in an almost cruel fashion, hurting them in the process to add on to her guilt. This meant she didn't to distance herself in order to recover from the mistake, and that bothered her. Saya could not get closer to Tackeron in light of her already past slips, which deprived her of the chance at a second friendship. And now she had gone and blurted out something ridiculous, misleading one young man and hurting another, even if he did not admit it and refused to show her. Not that she deserved to see it.
Apologetic words were silenced, unable to break free from Saya's throat. Nothing she wanted to say sounded right. They were all half-baked excuses. "It isn't like that, I didn't. . ." Again she cut herself off, at a loss for words. Logically, making Din hate her would be the easiest method of pushing me away. But she didn't like the idea, not one bit. She didn't have the strength to carry through with something like that. Her face fell with her thoughts, visibly regretful, wanting to apologize or turn back time but unable to do the second and failing at the first. Din was not yelling or acting out violently, and that made her feel all the worse. The meant she had cut deep enough for him to take such precautions to hide it from her. Unable to look at his face any longer, grimacing as if his level stare had physically wounded her, Saya instead looked at the ground. Her shame would not fix things. He would not forgive her. And she couldn't blame him for that.
"I think its best that I decline your offer, Tack. As you can see, I'm not really made to be around people." The young lady tried to make this a joke, but the smile she turned on the salamander was pathetic and she knew it without having to see her reflection. She bent over, picking up the heavy textbook she had used as a device to get their attention and simultaneously end their battle, flipping it open to see how convenient it was. The book went on about elemental magics, and it appeared to part of a series. This one, to complete the astounding convenience of it, was centered on wind magic. "I guess I found my excuse." Saya mumbled. She looked back up, thinking it best to say goodbye, but when her eyes landed on Din she quickly looked away from him. Her lips moved to say sorry but the words would not come out to accompany the movement of her mouth. She grimaced a second time at his words. Not a warning to leave before she met more punishment, but a push to get away from him. "Right. I should get of your hair. Erm. . .good luck with detention I guess." Another forced smile, a disgrace to the normal life, playfulness, mischief, and pure sincere happiness that it usually held. And before anything else could be said, she bolted out of that hidden door as if Din had started smashing things up and she had to escape the wreckage, even though the training room was perfectly quiet and uneventful.
Saya rushed outside, clutching the textbook to her chest and keeping her head down. It was hard. She hadn't even ran off, hadn't deserted the only friend she had made at this cursed place, and it was already hard. They had fought without a passionate argument, all because her temper had gotten the better of her. She hurried past students that gossiped at the sight of her, debating her sanity and how dangerous she was at this new revelation, though a few had already started the only rumor with any credibility, and that was that she had the powerful gift of precognition and there was something to fear from what she saw, not the fact that she had seen it in the first place. Saya didn't know what she felt. Everything was piling up. And she hadn't heard from home in so long, she had no idea how her sister was doing. . .
There. Straight ahead, Macideus and another student. Saya tried to compose herself, knew that she failed. It doesn't matter. He'll attribute to the vision. Instead of walking through a dispersing crowd to meet the professor, she obediently stopped and waited for the few seconds it would take for him to reach her. Her explanation was prepared. The threat to the Academy had frightened her, and she had wanted to gather some study tools to help her grow stronger as a way to reassure herself she would not be useful if it came down to a battle and- wait. That was Raelyn, wasn't it? Saya felt. . .relief at the sight of the shy and soft spoken girl. The girl wasn't a close friend - Saya had let Din slip through the cracks, but was more careful about this quiet classmate of hers. But she enjoyed Raelyn's music and had said so before. This was someone who understood the beauty in musical notes, the complexity hidden in the expression of those concrete melodies and harmonies. She wondered if she might be able to play with this girl while Macideus was busy - it would certainly be a worthwhile distraction to pursue. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where's your gavel? Your jury? // What's my offense this time? // You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me toanother life
Well, you treat me just like another stranger // Well, it's nice to meet you, sir // I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
This is the BEST THING that could've happened // Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture // I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same TRICKS that, that once fooled me // They won't get you anywhere // I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 6:46 pm
TackeronMy friends call me Tack. Tackeron sighed, but wasn't really that surprised she had said no. He was, however, dissapointed that it didn't lighten the mood as much as he would have thought, instead it actually seemed to make things heavier. He scratched his head and stood up after Saya left with the book and spoke although more to himself than to Din."Figures, but it is probably for the best if it's going to make you two this depressed. Sorry Din, I didn't think she would cut you down like that."He said facing Din with an apologetic look on his face. Din's face may have been flatlined now and showing nothing but as far as Tack was concerned a flatline was as bad as a frown. The way it worked in his head was if it isn't a smile it isn't happy, he stuck with this beliefe even though it was horribly flawed. Even he wasn't smiling after Saya left their presence. So he walked over and sat in front of Din. He sat and waited, only moments earlier he had wanted to punch this guy's lights out for stupidity so he figured he owed Din a favour.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 7:03 pm
MacideusNo one ever calls him Micky D's to his face. Macideus chuckled at Realyn's statement. True he was less than amused with Saya's activities, but he didn't think this called for trouble. It certainly didn't seem like she was running again, especially if she wen into the training room. Although it could have been a part of her escape route, the girl showed unusual creativity sometimes. In truth at first he had assumed she was running and was seriously thinking of making her serve detantion despite her recent event but when he learned that she seemed to be just standing in the training room he began to wonder what she was really up too."No miss Forscythe you are mistaken. She isn't in trouble as of yet. I just don't think she should be up an about after fainting like she did in class today, it's simply not healthy and I don't need to be doctor to now that. If any student want's to take my weapon's class seriously they really need to be aware of their health. If you are sick then swinging a sword is dangerous to both you and the people you are working with, and on the field it can prove fatal. Although on the field you don't usually have a choice. No, I think that if she isn't running I might just give her a stern word or too and send her back to her room while I check up on my detentionees. Ah, speek of the girl land she will come."He said as Saya came into sight. She stopped and waited for the pair to meet her. Macideus folded his arms as he staired Saya down. SHe was holding a textbook in her arms. It looked to be on elemental magics of wind. So staring crossly down at her he spoke."Do you have an explination Miss Tennyson?"He asked simply. He certainly sounded cross with her despite not intending to give her any punishment for this.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:02 pm
Din refused to lock eyes with the girl, even as she tried to correct her statement. As far as he was concerned, whatever was on her mind had come out, which meant it was exactly what she wanted to say, even if she hadn't meant to say it. He had done nothing but what he always thought she wanted, which only really left him one explanation: him. She was just tired of him. Once again, someone supposedly close to him had finally found something wrong with him that was just too much to bother keeping him around. He remained silent and still-faced as long as Saya remained in the room. His suggestion that she leave was not altogether out of his own bitterness, but he was somewhat glad she had taken it as such. The sooner she was out of the room, the easier it would be for him to stop holding in what her words had done.
"Oh, don't you worry about that." Din answered, shaking his head with a huff, though he hadn't gotten the edge out of his voice yet, "You didn't do anything wrong. Strange, yes. But those words were hers." Din sighed and brought his hands up to his temples, shutting his eyes and turning away. The fight with Tack had started in irritation, but it wasn't a grudge match, he tried to stay in it only for fun. The salamander wasn't the root of his issues at the moment, and he wouldn't pretend that he was. Again, fighting out of anger just wasn't fun for him. It took out all the thrill, and made you make mistakes. Redirecting his anger to someone it didn't belong to wouldn't change those rules of his.
"S'cuse me a second." He said, in a somewhat calm tone, before he threw himself into an angered attack on the nearest wall. There were combat dummies in the room, but there were problems with those. The first of these was that they broke, or moved. He wanted something solid, something that wouldn't bow to his punches, and something he wouldn't have to explain the damages on. The second reason he chose the wall was because the dummies resembled opponents in some way, and he just wanted to take his emotions out, not paint them onto something remotely humanoid. He plowed fist after fist into the unforgiving wood of the room's frame, mumbling curses under his breath as he did. He felt bones in his hand crack, and could see blood start to find it's way out of his knuckles. That was what he was after, really, pure release, no holding back, just getting it all out at once. He was downright tired of people walking away from him. He didn't care that some people just didn't get along with him, that was fine. But it was the ones that kept feigning concern for him before leaving that got to him. Saya wanted out of the school, and that much he understood, but now she was making it more personal. One could only be pushed away so many times in his life if you asked him. With his hands properly damaged, he stopped punching the wall, let his hands fall to his sides, and hit his forehead against the wood once, leaning against the wall, breathing hard. He'd worn himself down some, and he planned to let it be that way for a little bit before he healed anything up.
Tσ∂αy's Gσαℓ? Experience true, heart-stopping, adrenaline-pumping chασs.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:50 am
::[ Zeraal, you probably already know from Signal the Threnody that I have writers block. . .and crappy headache-attacks. Plus this Saya's all depressing at the moment; that can't help too much. I promise I will try to post this weekend, same as the other thread. ]::
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:55 pm
Raelyn's eyes glanced up for a moment when she heard the teacher chuckle at her question. She looked at him for a moment with innocent confusion, unsure of what exactly she'd said, with the reputation he had among students it just usually seemed safe to assume that if he wanted to find someone, it was because they were in trouble. She nodded her head quietly in understanding once he began to explain. His explanation did make sense, even if she got a short lesson along with it. 'Some of us would prefer never to see the field.' She thought to herself, unable to really appreciate words for a class she'd probably never take. Realizing her truest fighting potential would mean breaking a promise she'd made to herself, and she wasn't willing to do it just to be good at something she hoped she'd never have to do. She stayed out of trouble and tried not to do anything that might instigate a fight, and one day when she'd have to deal with things in the human world, she had nothing to give her true race away, no physical signs that humans would notice. No, Raelyn would stick to books and strings, in hopes she would never need much more. The only weapons she carried were the fangs and claws she would always have access to, and she'd quickly remove those from her person as well if she could.
At the sight of Saya, Raelyn quickly became aware of herself and something she'd forgotten about since leaving Miss March's room. Her gaze shifted to the ground in a moment of embarrassment as she brought her hand to her hair. As quickly and casually as she could, she brushed her hair over her shoulder so it fell in the front on either side, concealing her neck as much as possible. She normally wore her hair like this hoping that, coupled with her downward glance, it would make the collar on her neck easy to miss. She knew that it was still visible, and that she didn't always try as hard to hide it, but it still made her feel safer knowing it was hidden, if only slightly. Usually the collars were given to Lycan students for some negative reason, but she'd requested one out of preference upon her enrollment, knowing that it would just point her out as a Lycan, something she would happily deny if she were able.
She felt herself shift away from the teacher out of instinct when he first addressed Saya, looking up at him again with the same look as before. For being concerned only for her health, Macideus really did sound like he was being a little stern with a girl who'd only recently had a medical problem.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 12:30 pm
Harmony___Saya___Tennyson____[[ Name's Saya. And don't you dare call me Minnie. ]]Saya was unperturbed by the cross tone, already more than used to it from several adults. Recently, Macideus had scolded and lectured her more than enough for her to become immune to the sound of his strict voice. She was not a student who particularly feared punishment, and she felt he would not waste time adding to her pile of consequences already racked up when it only meant more work for him in the end. Face more or less blank, inviting not analyzable of her current thoughts and feelings, she held out the block of text in her hands. He had already noticed it, but she was purposely displaying the excuse so the professor had no doubts. "Book." That was her one word explanation. No long, complicated and suspicious lie, no real truth, but no reason to scold her for dishonesty either. It was so simplistic it was almost amusing, like a child who had only just learned the word and wanted to show off their knowledge, minus the excited and proud expression. No, that childlike characteristic had been replaced with a perfectly empty stare, not alarming, but near sarcastic in a way and mostly innocent to contradict that impression.
Saya lowered the textbook to her side, smiling then, the best she could manage given all that had transpired. "Shouldn't you return to your detention room, Professor? I'd hate to think Tack may get off easy." She said nothing about Din, absolutely refusing to mention his name at all. It would only give her away. The guilt she felt had not near faded. "Your reputation would surely crumble, in that case. Your very name would no longer strike fear into the hearts of your students. We can't have that, it isn't at all suitable for a weapons master." Saya stepped out of his direct path, gesturing with one arm toward the school while the other clutched the textbook to her torso once again. "Clearly I have no intention of causing trouble. I will head back to my room immediately." The promise itself seemed suspicious, given her normal attitude, but if he dared probe her mind he would only find she really had no inclination to cause him further trouble. Her room was her goal, where the beautifully crafted violin of hers patiently waited to be played.
When the young lady looked to her fellow music lover, she found that Raelyn had reverted back to her introverted self. With a slight frown, Saya wondered if it was best to leave her be or to invite her along. If this girl accompanied Saya, however, Macideus might be somewhat comforted. There was no chance of the troublemaker pulling a shy classmate into her world of chaos, that would seem wrong and out of character. "Raelyn? I was hoping to play my instrument for awhile until Macideus comes frolicking back from work to nag me." Oh, Saya. Why must you say such things? Though, if she didn't, she would be considerably less amusing to those around her. "Would you like to join me?" It wasn't an offer she expected to be eagerly accepted. This student was well behaved and soft spoken. The girl suggesting some time to play their music was the very opposite. It seemed off that they should play together. "No funny business, promise." Saya held her hand up as if making a vow, hoping this would alleviate the girl's concerns, if indeed she had any.
The young woman noticed someone approaching them then and smiled, wondering if this might help her at all. "Don't you know him?" A faerie with tidy, brown hair was walking toward them, appearing perfectly beside himself with boredom. Saya could have sworn she had seen him speaking with Raelyn before, after class in the hallway where we waited without an once of real patience, only feigned bits of it. "He can come along and listen, if you'd like. I'd like to play the music outside, and Macideus won't get too angry if I have company." She silenced herself, however, when the boy approached, waiting to see what choice the girl would make. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where's your gavel? Your jury? // What's my offense this time? // You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me toanother life
Well, you treat me just like another stranger // Well, it's nice to meet you, sir // I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
This is the BEST THING that could've happened // Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture // I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same TRICKS that, that once fooled me // They won't get you anywhere // I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 12:52 pm
Cedric___Leonard___Blythe[[ Call me Leon. ]] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -   Dreadful. That's what his classes were. Unimaginably dull lectures that dragged on for hours rather than the allotted fifty minutes most received. Leon had been entirely uninspired by the day's lessons. He had read ahead while unreasonably bored one afternoon and was sorry to find that he had taught himself the material better than his professors had managed to do. The entire period of time he wasted away in those rooms was just that - a waste of time. This put the boy in an uncharacteristically sour mood. The previous day he had experienced something new: flight without control, free-falling really, and the exhilaration that went with it. Though, to be honest, he had felt less of that blood rushing excitement than most would have in his place. Today, Leon had been forced to listen to already memorized notes and simple-minded explanations behind them. It had been tedious. Staying awake proved the biggest challenge, but he would never allow himself to fall asleep. His reputation would be utterly shot. His looks might not be enough to save him from the humiliation, and he knew well that he lived in a world where the opinions of others mattered quite a bit. Sleeping in class then was unacceptable.
After feeling his interest in the lessons fade away bit by bit, Leon followed a crowd of eager students outside. He had spent some time conversing with classmates, mostly those who needed a touch of tutoring to help them along through the homework he had completed while still sitting in the classroom. This killed some time, and he found himself mildly amused by doing anything that kept him from being idle. But soon enough, the students wanted nothing more to do with schoolwork and were more concerned with a break. Leon had been invited along to join them, but he feigned a friendly smile and turned them down, claiming he had to catch up with a friend before curfew, and with how quickly the day was running by he did not want to risk being too late. They bought this, when really Leon did not find their entertainment to be anything more than a child's game, which held no amusement for him. As usual, he kept good face and his thoughts never left the safety of his mind.
Leon had then proceeded to wander around the campus, trying to locate anything that might occupy him. There - a familiar and simple hairdo made up of deep purple locks. It signified someone not entirely without a brain, thank goodness. He began to walk toward this figure, relieved at last to find something worthwhile to occupy himself with. The shy girl intrigued him, someone who loathed her race yet openly displayed claim to it and was not entirely beyond admiration for him, something that did not go unwanted or unappreciated in this fellow. The student near her was someone more droll, a comically troublesome girl that promised at least some form of amusement for him. Perhaps, if all else failed, that would be his new toy. . . the girls here were growing boring all the time, save for Raelyn who still interested him and was not as much someone to play with but someone to accompany him. The infamous girl - Saya - on the other hand, could be poked and prodded, analyzed for his own game. No one seemed to know a thing about her. Leon then would be the one to figure it all out, in his own time. There. A double win was just ahead of him.
"Afternoon, Raelyn." Leon greeted the lycan upon reaching her, noticing that she was not altogether comfortable around the one named Saya, who watched him expectantly. He resisted a frown, keeping up the pleasantries. What did that girl want from him? An escape route? She wouldn't be finding it if she did. It annoyed him slightly - she was his candidate for a new toy, not the other way around. Then again, he saw no mischief, only sincerity. No tricks, hm? A little disappointing, despite his earlier irritation. She did want something though, that much he could see. "What are you up to?" He kept his eyes on Raelyn instead, politely inquiring what her plans for the evening were in this simplistic way. {[ “If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.” ]}
- C. S. Lewis
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 12:11 am
Raelyn tried to distract her mind with just about anything that she could while Saya spoke to the teacher beside her. She didn't want to appear nosy to things that didn't involve her, after all she was just tagging along until Macideus could address her, the matter he was addressing, though, had nothing to do with her. However, she didn't distract herself so much that she missed when the girl turned the conversation on her. Her eyes rose from the ground to meet the girl, surprised that she'd found some way to pull her into the situation at all. When it came to behavior, the two were not simply on different pages, but on entirely different books. But if there was one thing the two of them shared, it was most definitely their joy of music.
Raelyn didn't bother hiding a timid smile at Saya's offer."Actually... she started, as though she was still picking out words. her smiled stayed though, once it was in place. Shy was a good word for Raelyn, but antisocial would be inaccurate. She wouldn't be the one to propose an activity, but she wasn't one to decline such an offer, especially when it was one of her favorites. "I do have this piece I've been working on... And I really think it's needs a harmony from something with a higher pitch...your violin would be perfect, and you're good at it. That is if you'd like to try it." She shut her mouth and paused for a moment, as though her quick acceptance had come as a surprise even to her. Most people would expect the quiet girl to be more timid about playing together, especially considering who was making the offer. Truth be told, a small fraction of her mind considered what Saya might have in store for her, a little worried at her intentions, but only for a few moments. All in all, Raelyn wasn't scared by the stories about Saya's exploits, rather, she was more interested by them. As far as she could tell, Saya was really always just being true to herself, a trait that she could admire even without truly knowing the girl. She turned back to Macideus for a moment with a hopeful nod, waiting for his judge of approval, "It would actually take care of my question for now, and then maybe we could discuss it more when you are less busy?" It seemed to make sense to her, he still had detainees waiting on him that she didn't even know about. Surely getting her desired practice without bothering him farther would be a good idea, right?
"Huh?" At Saya's new and seemingly random question, Raelyn turned away from the teacher and rocked forward onto her toes a moment, scanning the faces for whoever Saya might by referring to. After a moment or two she noticed a familiar face approaching, though he seemed to set himself apart from crowds so easily that she couldn't believe it had taken her that long. "Leon? Well...kind of, we have classes together." She intentionally turned herself back to Saya to answer, not wanting to stare the poor boy down the entire time he was walking towards them. She did have two classes with the young fae, but he was often so detached from them that it wasn't much like having classes together at all. She had spoken to him and worked with him in class, but ever since she'd started attending, Raelyn had had a time just trying to figure out his opinion of her. The boy was entirely impossible to read most times, and while he seemed to entertain conversations and time with her, she could never pick out his actual thoughts. It was a puzzle she doubted she was skilled enough to solve, but his company was surprisingly nice, so she just let things be.
"Hello," she answered, turning to the boy as he address her, and returning his hello with a welcoming smile, one easier to find than it had been with Saya. Saya was alien to her, and had a personality that, while admirable, came off as very dangerous. Leon was famliar, to her subconscious he was 'safe', someone she'd hope to consider a friend, though she imagined he'd consider her something closer to an acquaintance. "I was thinking about playing some music with Saya. You could come with us? Maybe?" With the 'maybe', Raelyn glanced at the floor a moment and then back around at Macideus. In reality there were two maybe's. The first was whether or not Leon could be bother to enjoy something such as listening to them play. Nothing seemed to phase him in least, nothing seemed to excite him, she wasn't sure what interest he'd have in listening to them play music. The other maybe was the reason she had turned back to the teacher. It did make sense that he might allow her Saya to practice outside if she was with people. It would be easy for the unpredictable girl to overpower the lycan, but Leon would be a much firmer watch. It wasn't quite the way Raelyn wanted to look at it, but it seemed like teacher logic to her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 1:57 pm
MacideusNo one ever calls him Micky D's to his face.The book was her explination. He had seen it and when she held it up he couldn't help but feel there was more to this. Still it was none of his business since she wasn't running away and he wasn't about to intrude on her personal affairs. He didn't have to read her mind to know not all was well. He sighed andnot even a stern word escaped his lips. There was nothing to say right now. He listened to the trhee students talk before speaking up himself."Well, if miss Tennyson and miss Forescythe wish to play then I can at least open up the music room for you two. Of course mister Blythe is welcome as well. It makes me glad to see you all so enthusiastic for the art of music."He was also glad Saya was trying to do something in her spare time that didn't include running away. That made his job a lot easier and with the Cedric who was well known for his grades and talents along with Realyn by the troublesome girl's side it wasn't likely she would be running off anyways."So why don't th three of you go to Osamu Hall to pick up miss Tennyson's Violin and then come back to the Edifice to play. I will open up the music room for you so you can just walk in. The acoustics are better there anyways."He said offering a smile to the group. Assuming they agreed to the idea that was exactly what he would do. He did want the three of them to travel together since Saya could have something up her sleeve. He doubted it but one could never be too sure. She has kept him on his toes thus far there was always the possiblity she could be pulling a fast one.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 2:12 pm
TackeronMy friends call me Tack.Din had asked for a moment to himself so Tackeron backed off as he the elf then proceeded to pound the wall. He couldn't help but make a joke of it."You certainly showed that wall how it is. You need me to back you up for when you deal with the door?"He said half laughing as he spoke the words. He allowed himself a moments extra laughter vefore returning to being seriouse. Still, even though his voice was seriouse his face was more than just relaxed, it was downright jovial."Look, her words or not I did contribute to your current situation. I picked a fight with you and it eventually lead to this so as far as I am concerned I owe you a litle aid. Course you could do things on your own and fail miserably, cause to be honest you don't look like your about to actually try and get back into her good graces. Innaction is simply not the way to go man. She is your friend right? Personally if it were me I would like to stay friends and try a thing or two to put things to rights before finally giving up. So perhapes instead of beating the wall senseless you shuld be formulating a plan of action while you write your three minutes of lines."Tackeron was doing his best to comfort Din. It simply wasn't in his nature to watch people suffer, even if they felt they could relieve it themselves he would get involved. he sat himself down on the floor again and leaned back awaiting Din's response to his statement. It didn't take him long to notice the wrecked Bec-de-corbin, or was it a Lucern hammer? He couldn't tell anymore since it was melted beyond recognition and a lot of the weapons seemed almost the same to him anyways.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 2:33 pm
Harmony___Saya___Tennyson____[[ Name's Saya. And don't you dare call me Minnie. ]]Raelyn had agreed! Saya's face lit up at this, finding that she was not entirely disappointed in this single aspect today. The classmate was not so excited it was uncharacteristic, but Saya had been right - she enjoyed music just as much as she did, if not more, and the temptation to join in a playing session had proven too much. Raelyn sounded a bit wary of the girl, but she suspected as much and hoped she would wind up changing her mind. While not out to make friends, she didn't want the girl to be fearful of, not when they shared a class together with almost no other students. It would make things awkward and difficult when they decided to work together on a piece, which surprisingly was an idea Raelyn already had in mind. "I'd love to try. I've been searching for something new to try my hand at, actually." Saya answered the girl honestly. It was always trying to find a new piece, because picking randomly never seemed to work too well for the girl. She ended up disappointed at the lack of a challenge or the missing element of the harmony that better suited her personality and made the piece whole. "I look forward to playing with you then!" And odd as it may seem, Saya could say this with every appropriate bit of excitement. Music was her only passion and real talent, and if she could not enjoy it to its extent it lost the magic it held for her.
Saya left the quieter student to her conversation with the young male student, turning to face their professor as he responded to them. "Impossible!" The words escaped her mouth quickly, and it seemed impossible that she thought through her response before blurting it out. If she had, she might have realized how suspicious this sounded right off the bat. How inconvenient. For once, the girl planned nothing, emotionally exhausted and without the means to properly escape - though to say that a plan wasn't already forming bit by bit in her mind with a whirlwind of possibilities would be a lie. Either way, now it sounded like she wanted to stir up some chaos for the poor professor, despite her only current interest lying in music and music alone. But she could not help it. Saya wanted very much to be outside, where she could feel the breeze in its entirety, a simple aspect of nature that calmed and soothed her better than anything else. It was merely part of her heritage. A sylph loved fresh air and charming gusts of wind. It was no different for their half-human kin. Now, when she wanted nothing more to scream, hit something, and cry, it was her only comfort. So going inside was not an option she was willing to consider.
"It must be outside, Macideus. Better acoustics or not." The student was near pleading, a rarity. Private study time in the music room would have been a nice treat given an open window any other time, but not today, not right now. "We'll stay right outside Osamu Hall should you feel it necessary to check on me. But I'm not so heartless that I would risk Miss Raelyn and her friend facing punishment then they are uninvolved, and if you have not already guessed it, the vision earlier took a lot out of me as far as magic goes as well." That still disturbed her. Usually the glimpses she caught of the future were not nearly so dramatic. Elements of theater were the least of her concerns until today, were vivid violence consumed her senses and she felt certain that the smell of iron would make her nauseous forevermore. On top of that, it had drained her magic, as if every second of pure realism in the vision cost a handful of raw magical energy. Saya felt more like she unleashed a tornado on the training room by the end of it. Besides, it had lashed back at her emotions as well. Seeing a friend die before your eyes was never easy, dream, precognitive vision, or real. And then fighting with that very friend? No, she would not be going anywhere. "Please. No one will bother us outside either. Everyone fancies me mad by this point. They'll fear catching my insanity." Saya rolled her eyes at this, annoyed with how true it was, despite the fact that it worked in her favor.
The girl glanced back at Raelyn, wondering if it might be more effective if she argued with Macideus instead. Then again, would she even be willing to argue? Saya did know her like she knew Din. Predicting her actions wasn't really possible at this point. Rather than force her to do something she may not want to do in the first place, the girl in the kimono continued. "It's a beautiful day. It would be a shame to spend it cooped up inside." The last argument in their favor. Hopefully it would be enough, but with this professor it was hard to say. Maybe not giving him the option of saying no would work. . . well, she could certainly try that. "Was that a nod? Oh, thank you, Professor!" Saya smiled enthusiastically as if he had agreed while in reality he never had. She grabbed Raelyn's hand with an apologetic expression, shoving her textbook in Leon's empty hand so she could take the free one with her own. He appeared startled, and with a quick "please hold this a moment," they were off, Saya dragging the two behind her at a good, brisk pace before their request could be denied. It was a sneaky method, but it better suited her after all was said and done. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where's your gavel? Your jury? // What's my offense this time? // You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me toanother life
Well, you treat me just like another stranger // Well, it's nice to meet you, sir // I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
This is the BEST THING that could've happened // Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture // I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same TRICKS that, that once fooled me // They won't get you anywhere // I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
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