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 Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:28 pm
 
This is a private role play between Miaoyin [Venexia] and Kiran [Kazu-chan].
Setting:
At the Academy after a long day spent in classes, two Lunarians have a run in.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:52 pm
Classes were long over, but Kiran remained behind, wandering the grounds alone. He was in a foul mood after receiving his marks back on the latest exams. They weren't good. In fact, they were horrible. It was the worst he had done on an exam in a long time. Glaring at the low mark, he almost got the sense that the red writing all over the page was mocking him in some way. He knew he wasn't exceptionally bright. But he knew he could do better than this. He had done better than this. After all that studying he did, what did he end up with? A failing mark.
"Argh!" Kiran let out an angry shout as he crumpled the paper between his hands. He was furious with himself for doing so poorly on an exam that he should have gotten at least a passing mark.
His parents had been so proud of the marks that he had been getting. Now - Kiran shuddered to think of the disappointment they were show when they saw the mark. And he just knew his parents would force him to spend more time studying until he got his marks up again. He worked so hard for so long, and now this one little mark had soured all that hard work. That, in turn, left a bitter taste in Kiran's mouth, which only made his mood even worse.
He needed to blow off some steam. Maybe he could make a trip to his favorite fishing spot before going home. Kiran shook his head. No, he was far too restless to sit still for any given time. Going home didn't seem like the best option, considering his mood. He knew that would only end in an argument. Maybe he would spend a couple hours sparring with Uncle. The walk there might actually help to cool his head. With that decision in mind, he turned a corner when he suddenly bumped into someone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 8:25 am
Miaoyin exited the Academy, balancing two textbooks in his hands. Clearly, Miao was an intellectual. If the way he so lovingly clutched his books failed to give it away, another clue could be found in his form. Not particularly tall, and definitely not the strongest in the class – Miao was nothing short of a wimp. With petty muscles that found these two tomes the feat to carry, Miaoyin loved finer things. Literature, music, opera – girly things, weakling things, wimpy things - all the sorts of things that made him prime picking for someone who needed to blow off some steam.
He had stayed late tonight to review. Review what? The short answer was everything, and the longer one was nothing in particular. He was a clever boy, academic-wise anyways, and Miao was certainly the sort of guy who caught on fast. However, once you involved physical motions and tasks, Miao had to work to get it right. Never mind the fact he was well versed in several plays, and could act out various roles off the top of his head – being a soul conduit, or a “wannabe” one anyways, was different. Very, very different. There was a different kind of pressure involved. He had begged and pleaded to get in, and he had to make his parents proud. Miao had to be the best. He had to graduate with respect and honour – he had to show his parents, his aunts, and his grandfather, that they had trusted and placed their faith with the right Lunarian. And, secretly, he had to prove this to himself as well.
Marks, and exams, those things were, he would admit, a bit easy for him. He didn’t have to try as hard as, Kiran say. But, most of the kids who stalled and stumbled in exams found their glory handling weapons and the motions of battle. Here, Chen Miaoyin faltered. And soul magic – live soul magic – that was a painful thing to learn. He had just gone over theories and studies and piles of research, but none of them bettered his skill. It was frustrating, so frustrating.
He was so lost in his thought – musing over the theories and growing more and more impatient with their taunting riddles – that he didn’t even notice the boy in front of him. Before he could even so much as glance upwards, the two had collided. Miao staggered backwards instantly. The boy dived after them, frantically scrambling to collect the fallen tomes and pages.
“Sorry, sorry!”
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 12:54 pm
Kiran stumbled back a step or two after he bumped into the other Lunarian. The crumpled paper with his low mark slipped from his hand and landed on the ground. His temper rose, not for the first time after such an encounter. If he was thinking clearly, he might have felt a sense of déjà vu. But his bad mood blinded him to any similarity to a prior meeting.
“Don’t people ever watch where they’re going?” Kiran demanded in a burst of anger, practically yelling in the other Lunarian’s face. He bent down to scoop up his fallen paper. He tucked the paper away before Miaoyin could see it. He didn’t want other people taking note of his failing mark, especially when the Lunarian before him looked like the intellectual type. Kiran’s nose wrinkled, and he glowered at Miaoyin. He didn’t need some stupid brainiac teasing him about the fact that he didn’t exactly measure up to the smart Lunarians of the world.
Kiran could take him in a fight. Looking the other Lunarian over, he got the impression that Miaoyin wasn’t much of a fighter. Unfortunately for this Lunarian, he had bumped into Kiran at one of the worst possible moments: when he was just itching to let out some of his frustrations, even if that meant fighting with an innocent Lunarian.
“I’m just minding my own business, and every time I turn around, it’s, like, bam! There’s another person walking right into me,” Kiran continued on with his rant. That was hardly true, but he had a bad habit of letting his mouth run without letting his brain think. “What? Are you too busy with your nose in some musty old book to pay attention to your surroundings?”
One of these days, Kiran really needed to learn how to stop and think before letting his mouth just run. That day, though, was obviously not this day.
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