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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 2:14 pm
Lorioth stealthily snuck out of the science department, closing the door lightly behind him. Inhaling the autumn air slowly, the doctor allowed a small smile to slide onto his face. How long had it been since he took some time off from his work and gave himself a moment of freedom? Though without a doubt Lorioth loved what he did and wouldn’t want to trade his job for anything, everyone needed a break once in a while, and what better time was there to take a walk than in a fine, autumn evening? Surely no one else would be around and the doctor could enjoy a bit of peace and quiet.
A gust of wind tousled his pale blond hair, causing him to unconsciously hug himself tightly, huddling closer to his jacket. After all, a smaller surface area allowed for less heat to be lost. Though Lorioth knew for a fact that this was true, utilizing it didn’t seem to be helping much and he shivered unceremoniously, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
Maybe I should have worn a thicker jacket…
Though now it was too late to turn and walk back into the science department since Lorioth had already put a considerable distance between him and its doors. Catching sight of the gym straight ahead of him, the doctor decided to cut through the gym and the locker rooms (which was conveniently connected to the science department) grab a different jacket from his office, and then come back out and take his walk without losing anymore time. Finally reaching the gym, which looked closer than it actually was, Lorioth was just about to throw open the door when he noticed the fact that the lights were open, obviously indicating that somebody was inside. He tilted his head, peeking curiously into the room.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 2:33 pm
20 pounds of weight in both arms, 100 lifts, no shortness of breath, no faster heartbeat...
Nothing. It was way too easy.
The blond haired young man sat on the small seat in a seemingly large workout set. His face normal in color, and his eyes staring blankly up into the ceiling of the gym. The flaring lights shone directly into his one eye, and it made no effort to avoid the strong light. His puple was concentrated into a tiny dot that was hard to see at a glance, making his eye look lighter in a see-colored blue.
This was one of the usual day where More had came into the gym late at night, when everyone's likely to be asleep, to train himself. Well, "training" seemed to be a little off. For the young man, it was more of "discovering what his body is capable of" than anything else. He was constantly surprised by the strange, almost inhuman abilities that his body processed. If he knew what his past was about, More had no doubt that this body must have been exceedingly well trained, if not, something in fact, supernatural.
But the gym was beginning to bore him. For someone gentle and cheerful like More, he was unwilling to admit this satisfaction to others. Yet, he could feel his body, every inch of his muscle, screaming for more. He felt like he could two human beings by each hand without any trouble. Was that normal? This thirst for challenge....
The young man snapped his head around as his ears (even his ears seemed to be extremely sensitive!) picked up some faint footsteps nearby. More stood up from his seat. He had not expected anyone to come in this late to the gym, and he was more curious than alarmed.
And that was the reason why he remained where he was instead of trying to sneak out of the gym. He waited, wanting to see the rare night visitor, someone other than himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 3:12 pm
Ahh, so it was his young charge that was situated inside the gym. Lorioth’s hand hovered uncertainly above the doorknob, unsure of whether or not he should disrupt More, who seemed to be quite preoccupied with lifting weights. In his hesitation, the doctor witnessed as More pumped his strong arms up and down, looking no worse for wear with each lift—no apparent straining of the muscles as they brought the weights high over his head, no sweat, no shortness of breath, or any other possible indication at all that showed that the young man was trying.
Lorioth’s eyes subconsciously widened in amazement, before they traveled down to his own arm, which he experimentally flexed. Nope, not much muscle there. The doctor was a man of brains and wits—not so much a man of strength. Working on experiments and scientific research really didn’t do much to help improve his strength. Still, Lorioth couldn’t help but be daunted by the vast difference between his and More’s physical capabilities. There was something extraordinary about the young man inside that gym.
Wanting to see what else More was capable of, Lorioth waited with bated breath as the young man temporarily stopped the continuous cycle of lifting his arms and bringing them back down. To his disappointment, More only snapped his head sharply to set his eyes upon the door which the doctor was located behind.
Lorioth could feel his cheeks tingling with warmth, and he could already tell that they were probably a bright crimson by now. He had been quiet hadn’t he? How had his young charge possibly heard him? Unless…it was some coincidence that More was suddenly deciding to leave right after Lorioth got there. He shouldn’t have been eavesdropping on the student anyways, and wouldn’t it be embarrassing if More caught him doing so? Lorioth had the feeling that the young man would rather keep his vast capabilities to himself and perhaps that was why he was practicing at evening, where usually no one was around. After all, that was the very reason Lorioth himself chose this time of the day to take a walk.
Well…it would be better if More never knew then, right? Blushing even more due to his cowardice, Lorioth turned and started to walk away, chafing his bare arms as he did so.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 3:31 pm
More's ear perked up as the footsteps sounded again. He waited expectantly, only finding himself slightly bewildered and disappointed by the fact that the sound was getting further away from him. The young man stood, unsure if he should stay and simply wait for the person to go away, or he should stand up and walk to the door to see who was behind it.
Reluctant, the young man eveutally decided to break off the silence by calling out. His clear voice echoed in the gym.
"Who's there?" More asked. His tone was not forceful, but there was something in it that indicated a degree of command and absolute expectation for obedience. His voice was well controlled, however, and was gentle enough to let the other know that he meant no harm...so long as the other responds in the right way.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 4:50 pm
Lorioth’s retreating figure came to a sudden halt as he heard More’s commanding voice ring clearly behind him. Ok, so maybe he wasn’t as stealthy as he thought he was…or maybe his charge’s hearing had greater capabilities than that of a normal human’s. At this point, Lorioth wouldn’t be surprised if he learned that More could jump off the Communication Tower and get away without so much as a scratch. Ok—maybe a little bit surprised, but not much.
Reluctantly, the doctor turned on his heels, his face burning with vibrant hues of red. Oh this was so, so humiliating to be caught like this. What would More think of him now?
“It’s—It’s me,” Lorioth uttered so quietly that if More didn’t have an extraordinary hearing capacity, he would have missed it, “D-Dr. Manneth.”
He frowned as he struggled to maintain his quavering voice but to no avail, and the fact that he was turning numb from the cold certainly didn’t help his plight.
“If I’d just worn a thicker jacket, none of this would have happened,” he sighed inwardly to himself as he awaited More’s judgement.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 6:07 am
Oh, that unusually small and demure and soft voice. The young man immediately picked up the sound and knew who it was behind the doors. He sighed and smiled to himself. Taking some time to walk to the door and opening it, he spotted his guardian, standing there like a lost little animal, blushing and ducking his chin to his chest. More couldn't help but to chuckle at the scenario, all the while wondered why this poor soul, who has more female characteristics than the female he had seen in the school, would be put into a male body.
"I'm sorry, did I scare you, doctor?" More's voice was gentle, yet there was a controlled laughter to his tone. "I didn't know who it was..."
The young man blinked. He had noticed that the poor doctor was shivering slightly. Was it that cold outside? Compared to the clothes Lorioth wore, More wore considerably less, yet he felt adjusted, even comfortable in the cool wind. It was something the doctor had noticed before, the lack of extreme sensitivity to temperature changes. Nevertheless, before he think of himself any further, he wanted to help his guardian out of his miserable state.
"Dr. Manneth, please come into the building, it's rather cold outside." More opened the door, and sent Lorioth an inviting look. While he was here, the young man wouldn't minded telling Lorioth his secret...if he asked.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 3:24 pm
After what seemed like a long while of listening to the wind dancing around the trees, the gym door finally opened, exposing his young charge, whose eyes seemed to dance with amusement. Blushing even more furiously, Lorioth stammered, “M-More, I-I…”
Stuttering from nervousness and his teeth chattering uncontrollably from the cold sting of the evening wind was obviously not a good combination. Finally finding the words he wanted, he exhaled quickly, forcing them out of his mouth in a single, visible puff, “IwasnotspyingonyouIswear!”
The doctor’s brain finally kicked back into action, and for the first time he noticed what More was wearing—even less than what he himself was wearing at the moment. And yet, the young man’s frame stood tall and sturdy without a single sign of weakness to the cold and not even showing any indication that he felt it. But Lorioth didn’t have any time to ponder the fact yet, as was More ushering him invitingly inside the gym.
The teacher gratefully accepted, nearly running inside. He was greeted by a blast of warm air, sending an unpleasant feeling tingling throughout his body. Sighing, the doctor plopped down into a chair and shed his now unneeded jacket and waited for his cells to adjust to the sudden temperature change.
Which brought him back to More’s amazing adjustment between the two different environments—how was it possible? “M-More, your…your body…how…?”
Lorioth was unable to find what he wanted to express most to his young charge. Falling silent, the doctor decided to allow More the first say in the situation while he tried to recollect his wits.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:50 am
The young man paused, stared at Lorioth, and burst into a series of small chuckles. The doctor was so self-conscious! Yet, there was something within Lorioth that More liked. Something about him reminded More about a feeling that he had felt a long time ago...in his past. The feeling was surprisingly pleasant and comforting, and how could More possibly deny this happy feeling? Not to mention getting mad over it...
"It's alright, Doctor. I don't mind even if someone did look." The young man decided that there was nothing he could do to stop his secrets being revealed to the public eventually. Although the staff seemed to be reluctant about it. He closed the door to prevent any cold air from coming in behind him. The question that Lorioth imposed did not come as a surprise. Yet, More had to think for a while before coming up with an appropriate answer.
"Beats me." The young man shurgged and gave the doctor a helpless look. "I could be the world's athlete champion before coming here for all I can tell."
It was half joke, More admitted. Yet, there was also half truth in the young man's tone as if he was serious about what he said. More had avoided the mentioning of anything unnatural, for he didn't wish to be. Besides, the poor doctor wouldn't be able to understand anything outside of filed of science anyways...outside of a logical mind, that is.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:19 am
Lorioth’s cheeks were kissed with the colors of a vibrant sunset before More could even finish chuckling. Luckily, the doctor was finally beginning to adapt to the temperature of his new surroundings, and so his mind was slowly starting to lift the veil that seemed to be enshrouding it from the rest of his entity. Hopefully he could refrain from forming more incoherent sentences and embarrassing himself further.
“I—you’re not even fazed by the temperature change that you just encountered. It leads me to believe that your body is very adept at maintaining a homeostasis even in the face of extreme cold or warmth. Not to mention that you seem to have a vast field of energy, possibly due to large amounts of mitochondria present in your cells, since you also seem to be no worse for wear even after repetitively lifting weights,” the teacher smiled at his charge. “You have a vast ocean of untapped potential.”
Standing up once again, the curve on Lorioth’s lips became more pronounced, his face the picture of amusement. Walking up to one of the weights that More had abandoned, the doctor wrapped his pale fingers around them, his expression twisting into that of amazement as he managed to lift it a little off the surface, before letting it fall heavily down.
“Definitely a lot more potential than I hold, anyway,” Lorioth grinned, “you very well could have been world champion. I don’t keep up with sports, so I wouldn’t know.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:49 am
More smiled, amused by Lorioth's rambling about, well, things that he wasn't exactly sure about. It appeared that the doctor seemed to be more troubled at More's extraordinary abilities than himself---not that More wasn't worried, but the doctor looked as if he was struck by some kind of obsticle that he must solve or he'd lose his life. Was Dr. Manneth always like this? There was a hidden kind of strengh in that seemingly demure man after all.
More shrugged again and walked over to the weights. Taking one in each of his hands, the young man lifted them up effortlessly and proceeded to move them up and down. And, without a short of breath, he peered at Lorioth. "I'm sorry doctor. If I knew something about my body before...this would be more natural." More shook his head and put the weights down, also sitting himself down alongside with Lorioth.
"And since you are here, doctor, I suppose I should tell you..." More paused, eyes focused on the doctor with a mild expression. "quite frankly, nothing in this gym had given me any troubles yet. Be it sports or weights..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:41 pm
Lorioth shyly offered a smile back in return to his charge’s grin of amusement, leaning forward in his seat as More proceeded to walk to the weights to give a more formal demonstration of his untapped well of strength. The doctor’s eyes narrowed as emerald orbs drank in the scene that lay before him. It was the same as before, More pumping away in a steady tempo looking no worse for wear from the last time, proving to the doctor that there definitely wasn’t any hidden fatigue that might have accumulated behind his charge’s brilliantly beaming face.
Laughing gently in response to the young man’s comment, the doctor replied softly, “No need for apologies, More. It’s not as if you exactly wanted to lose your memories…and even if you did, you shouldn’t be apologizing for what you choose to do.” Lorioth silently mused over what he had just said with an odd light reflected in his eyes, while he waited patiently for his charge to rejoin him after putting down the weights. “Besides,” he added in a rare, playful tone, “don’t you think we at Shinkami are more than ready to uncover your past and restore your memory? If that is what you wish, of course.”
Looking over at More’s rippling muscles, Lorioth couldn’t help but give a slightly more pronounced smile, “You know, More, that somehow doesn’t surprise me…unless you’re worried about this fact? I think you already know that your body has a vast ocean of aptitude that no normal human could possibly match the reaches of. Not to mention, we’ve already agreed on the fact that you could very well have been the world champion before—before washing up on our shores.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 8:12 am
The young man frowned a little at Lorioth's words. He had no doubt that the teachers in the school would someday find out what he's truely capable of. However, he wasn't sure if he wanted them to. All the people he had seen had been kind enough, teachers and student alike, and he was beginning to like the normal campus life. Certainly being conditional had saved him a lot of efforts. He wasn't required to go to class, he wasn't required to study...in fact, all he needed to do is to get himself healthy enough so that when Dr. Manneth did check ups on him he'd not faint in the middle of it. It was an easy task, but...
Perhaps it was because he was the subject of an experiment More didn't need to do anything that a normal student ought to do. It made him fell like a lab mouse, the ones he had seen in Lorioth's labs. The creatures didn't need to worry about anything. they didn't need to work, they didn't need to become stressed about life. But in turn, they did not have the freedom of choosing whether or not they wanted experiment to be done upon them. They were slaves of science who didn't know that they were. and More somehow knew, even if the teachers said he had the freedom to choose, he really didn't.
Of course, More wouldn't say these in front of Lorioth. The man was too kind for him to object, too timid to face any objection. The young man merely gave Lorioth a smile like usual, and brushed away the unpleasant instant in his mind.
"Did we? You seem very confident, doctor."
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 7:55 pm
Lorioth’s facial expression quickly turned to one of concern as he saw the tiniest hint of a frown play around his pupil’s mouth. Oh dear…the doctor quickly tried to recall what exactly he had said that might have warranted such a reaction. His own lips twisted into a slight frown of his own, but he couldn’t think of anything that might have sounded particularly offensive or might have been open to misinterpretation. More’s lips formed a smile of their own accord once again, along with a short reply.
“Ahh…I’m not as confident as you may think, More,” the doctor said solemnly in reply, “I’ve come to learn that one should put on a self-assured front in my line of work. For if you don’t look like you believe in yourself, who will?” Lorioth’s green eyes connected with his charge’s piercing indigo and ruby eyes, before quickly dropping back to his tightly entwined hands lying limply on his lap, and he added sheepishly, “Besides, I-I draw faith from the trust of the ones around me. It may not look that way…but it’s true.”
Slowly, disengaging his fingers, Lorioth somehow drew the courage to lock eyes once more with the young man, “That—that being said…what did I say wrong, More?” Suddenly blushing at his odd assertiveness that seemed to stem from nowhere, his eyes wandered away once more which terminated the eye contact between the two and at the same time, losing the strange boldness that had driven him forward. “O-or…just tell me if I’m being too demanding. If I’m making you uncomfortable with my words pl-please don’t hesitate to let me know. I’ll listen and I’ll try to learn from my mistakes.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 6:39 pm
The young man blinked, his facial expression not easily read. He tried to smile, but the attempt was cut off by Lorioth's question. The man was more sensitive than he thought, and More would not help but to blame himself for showing his expression so blatantly, enough to worry the meek doctor.
The young man's mouth formed an "o" as if he was starting to say something, but eventually shook his head and chuckled. "You are thinking too much, doctor." He sighed gently, and leaned himself against one of the workout machines. "There was nothing wrong with what you said. It brought up to me, though, something that I haven't thought of. But it should be none of your concern." More turned to look at the doctor, his eye locked on the pair of green orbs. "You should not humble yourself, Dr. Manneth. I'm not that simple minded and know that at least you have done something great in your past."
His voice was soft, but there was an authoritative tone within the voice, almost demanding Lorioth to stop asking. More didn't lie. After all, it was not the poor doctor who should be blamed if anything were to happen to him. Lorioth had granted him another change to live, and he was thankful enough for it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:20 pm
More’s words washed over Lorioth like a particularly powerful tidal wave. The doctor was forced to look down almost immediately as his charge’s authoritative gaze bore down upon his own green eyes, an unsettling combination of fire and ice that seemed to make his skin prickle with an uncomfortable surge of warmth, and yet concurrently chilling his soul to the bone.
Something I haven’t thought of…but it should be none of your concern…
Lorioth’s skin appeared to become paler, as if an obscuring shroud of winter’s mantle had fallen upon it. It hurt him somehow, that simple statement. The teacher couldn’t figure out how a simple assortment of words could wound him so much.
He doesn’t trust me…the doctor mentally concluded in the hazy miasma of perception that sluggishly churned in her brain. The realization that Lorioth had come to struggled to manifest in an expression of pure hurt on his face, but somehow he resiliently tucked it away in a corner of his mind.
He has a right not to confide in me, a little voice in his head argued back, after all…who have you ever trusted with the secrets of your past? Don’t feel hurt when you yourself are not willing to place your confidence on the shoulders of others. Lorioth’s face formed an apathetic mask, desperate to hide his inner turmoil from his charge.
It finally dawned on him that More was waiting for an answer and hastily, he replied with a timid, “Yes, sir,” in response to More’s controlling and dominant voice. Immediately, the emotionless pretense on his face yielded to a display of the darkest hues of red.
...Did I just call More “sir?”
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