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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:15 pm
  Izsack Killian, just another demon from Hell. He never used his powers, was disgusted by his own kind and sick of the life he lead. He was six hundred and fifty years old and didn't look a day over twenty. After some issues that were too disturbing to even comprehend, a few centuries ago he up and left his family's estate in Hell. He now wandered around up on Earth taking odd jobs and doing as he pleased. He was currently attending an art college in New York, living in a high rise apartment on the upper east side. Izsack was the youngest of three children. His oldest brother, Takumi and his older twin by five minutes, Vincent. He had left to get away from both his problems and to get some freedom. He was a crown prince, could be chosen any day to take the thrown. His brothers had served the under world for awhile and both gave it up after tying the knot, now it was his turn to take the thrown. Izsack despised being a royal. Hated everything about it. So in hiding he stayed. He wasn't sure if anyone was keeping tabs on him, they probably were. But as long as they didn't drag him off he didn't care. Today was the day of a new semester. That meant a butt load of new students, new classes and once again having the thrill of introducing yourself to the class and explaining why you chose the major you did. Izsack was a second year in Illustrations. His specialty was landscape but preferred characters. His first class of the day was CD 120 - Art History. He'd been dreading this class. Mainly because he'd lived through most of that history, was there when it was headline news. He was history. He walked across the campus, ignoring the stares he got from people. Apparently even in New York it was uncommon to have silver hair and lavender colored eyes. He pushed past the people and quickly made it to his class and sliding into his seat. Most of the class was already gathered and gave him a chance to scan through the people.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 12:37 am
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X_xTemari_Of_The_Sandx_X Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 1:14 am
Izsack was busy sketching away in his sketch book and scanning through the people in the classroom when he noticed someone sit down next to him. He cocked an eyebrow and stole a quick glance at the male. Nothing special. Some weird hair dye and golden contacts. He rolled his eyes and went back to his work. There was about five minutes left til class started. In his head he was going over what lame story he was going to use for why he was here and what not. There was no one from any of his other classes, most of them were the lucky first years that got to get it up and out of the way. Others were upper class men who hadn't been so lucky. It was easy to pick out who was who. The upper men and women were clustered together in little groups, making plans and gossiping about what was new and exciting. While the first years sat around looking shy and nervous. After awhile he stopped paying attention to the crowd and more on his art and story. He was thinking of telling the class half truth, half lies. The truth would be that he was a second year taking illustration and wanted to become better in character design. The lie being he moved here from California, he was nineteen years old, dreamed of moving to Japan, and wanted to start his own manga. And he'd give it all with a straight face. A few minutes later, the teacher walked in, saying good morning to everyone and telling them all to settle down. He proceeded to explain the class; Telling them what all they would be learning, passing out a syllabus, how grading was done, giving out contact information for if they planned on missing a class or being late. The usual first day stuff. A roll went around and Izsack signed his life away, giving up his phone number and email address once again. He was going to need a new email. Lord knows what other people might have been writing down these numbers and emails. Changing his number would have to wait for the next semester when he was in new classes again. But frankly it was getting tiresome changing his number. For one his brothers had been getting on to it about him, complaining how they couldn't get a hold of him and it was starting to get a bit pricey to be changing it so often. Not to mention hard to remember. He was thinking of just sticking with that number once and for all. Izsack blinked twice when the teacher called for him. He closed his sketch book and passed on the roll to the guy with the fake silver hair. He had a complete look of 'huh?' "I said tell us your name, and why you're here." the teacher repeated, the whole class now staring at him. He glared at them all, blushing a tiny bit. "My name is Izsack, I'm here for Illustrations." he stated plainly. "Anything else?" the teacher inquired. "Nope. That's it. And that's all you need to know." he said rather rudely. Izsack slouched back in his seat, crossing his legs and stuffing his sketch book into his bag. He didn't care that he was being childish and rude, he didn't like that the teacher seemed a bit smug for catching him off guard and having the entire class stare at him like he was on display.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 3:20 pm
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X_xTemari_Of_The_Sandx_X Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 5:32 pm
Izsack barely listened to the rest of the class give their introductions. Plenty of painters, authors, gamers, graphic artist, web designers, all of the usual brand of students were there. The class was large, a good amount of both men and women. Which was a nice change, for a while he'd had classes full of nothing but men. When all was said and done, the teacher began explaining their work for the day. They were to work in groups of two, get to know each other, assigned a random artist, write a small report on said artist and try to mimic the style of that artist and create something of their own. Izsack groaned with the rest of the class. Not because he didn't wanna do the work, the work would be easy. He just preferred working alone. And if that wasn't bad enough the teacher told them to make things a bit easier and not have to move around so much they'd be stuck working with the person to the left of them. Izsack let out another groan, cocking an eyebrow at the poser next to him. He really didn't wanna work with him. He'd rather just do the work himself and be done with it. Izsack had a certain pace he worked at, he didn't need some newbie slowing him down. But seeing as he had no choice in the matter, he pulled out his laptop and textbook. He also took out a his sketch book, pencil and gummy eraser, dreading to know just what artist he was going to be assigned. His taste in art was mixed. His favorites had always been from the Renaissance and Victorian era. Along with modern day punk, manga styles. He practically rejoiced when he saw the name on the card was none other than Leonardo Di Vinci. He knew the man back in the day, helped him with his inventions, was an apprentice for a time. Mimicking old Leo's style and writing a report on him would be too easy. He was half tempted to trade someone for different artist, but seeing as the rest of the class was already getting started, shrugged it off and turned to his laptop. "So got any pictures in particular you'd like to do from Leonardo?" he asked, as he started typing out the header and footer for the report.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 9:11 pm
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X_xTemari_Of_The_Sandx_X Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 9:41 pm
"Doesn't matter to me, I like them all." he replied in a bored voice as he typed away at the keys. He turned his head a few times, stealing peaks at what the male was writing and drawing. He had to admit, the kid wasn't half bad. But he could still see a few of his own style mixed in. It wasn't terrible, it was just, in his mind no one would be able to truly mimic the mans style. Even as an apprentice he never fully got it completely like Leo did. But he'd learned a lot and had a great time accompanying the man around Italy. He looked up when the man handed him a sheet of paper. That was quick. But what startled him more was what the male whispered into his ear. Was this some kind of joke? He brushed it off and looked over the males notes. They were basically writing the same thing. From the times the man spent in Venice to the days he died in France. Though Izsack's was a bit more detailed. But there were also a few details he wasn't aware of . He quickly edited his own, and rewrote the paper, doing as the male requested and merging their opinions and research, ending up with a nice four page report even though they were only required one page. He printed the report and started on his own sketch. A quick sketch of the Mona Lisa. He was about to ask the male just what exactly he was talking about but when class had ended but was already gone. 'Well that was rather rude.' he thought, taking all the papers and heading up front to turn them in. He was the last to leave and didn't have another class for until tomorrow. He gathered his things and headed outside, hoping to find the male just find out what exactly he was talking about. When Izsack got outside, the male was no where in sight. "Mysari Fallen." he said softly to himself. "I'll definitely have to remember you." He turned on his heal and headed back to his apartment. It wasn't that far a walk and it was still rather early, so before heading back, he crossed the street to a small restaurant with fair prices. He took a seat at a small both,looking over the menu. His mind racing with question. Just who was that guy? He tried to think hard if he knew anyone of that name. The only one coming to mind was a Mysari Fallen who was just another crown prince, but he highly doubted it was him. From what he'd heard the Fallen family died out ago. Something about a tragic accident. He didn't know the whole story. It wasn't his business. He was lucky if he kept in touch with his own family. Ever since his parents died, he and his brother grew distant with one another. And it was understandable, they were all married, he was the lonely bachelor trying to rebel and recapture his youth.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 10:10 pm
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X_xTemari_Of_The_Sandx_X Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 10:42 pm
Think of the devil and the devil shall appear. Izsack looked up from his menu, blinking twice when he saw the very man he'd been thinking about walk into the shop. He hid behind him menu, not wanting to be seen. It wasn't that he had anything against the male, yet anyways. It's just after a comment like that, he wasn't too sure what to think about him. He looked him up and down. Taking in the smooth pale skin, the odd but somehow tasteful and cute outfit and his long hair bunched up in a messy pony tail. He was..... "Gorgeous." he breathed. His eyes widened for a second and covered his mouth. Where the hell did that come from?! He followed the male, looking to see where he was going to sit. To his shock he was right behind him. And yet he was still unnoticed, talk about feeling invisible. He cocked an eyebrow and peaked over his shoulder. The male was sketching away some random drawing. It was much better what he'd turned in....a lot better. When it seemed like he was done, Izsack moved to stand a bit behind the male to get a better look at the drawing.From this angle he could tell that his hair wasn't a dye. It was natural. Was he albino? Nah, that would only explain his complexional and hair color.But what albino had silver hair? He wondered just what exactly the male was.Having sat next to him, it was obvious he wasn't human. Humans smelled different. Mysari.......he was sweet, kinda like vanilla or honeysuckle. "So do you always hand in crap work, or did you suddenly get talented after class?" he asked sarcastically. Izsack took the males sketch from the table, examining it carefully. It was great. Proportions were correct, great eye for detail, it was amazing. He set the paper back down and leaned close to the males ear, "You mind keying me in just what that little comment in class was about?" he whispered, smiling wickedly when he noticed the flirty girl up at the counter trying to listen in and figure out what was going on. She looked ready to start a fight if she had to just to get Izsack away from the male. He straightened up and leaned against the booth as he waited for an answer, flashing the girl his best charming smile that made him puff and storm off. He snickered, returning his attention to the male who seemed more interested in the falling snow than what he had to say.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 11:45 pm
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X_xTemari_Of_The_Sandx_X Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:09 am
Izsack smirked. "Not even close. And I only stalk the pretty girls. Though I will give you that you're about as pretty as one, but I'll still pass. Apparently you didn't notice I was already here. So I'd say you're stalking me." he replied. He frowned at the males next words. Getting it and at the same time not getting it. He'd heard of demons that were telepathic, just never met one. But what did he mean his thoughts weren't locked? His face shifted to something showing of a big 'Oh s**t'. He grimaced and went back to his seat. He wanted to test it, see if what the male was saying was true. But at the same time he didn't want it let on that he was even remotely interested. Izsack gathered up his things, pulling on his scarf and coat. He also wrote down his number and address and placed it on the table by the males sketch book, "Call me." he said, his voice clearly underlining that there was no choice in the matter. He was getting pissed. He wanted answers. But not in public humans were prone to eavesdrop and he needed a safe place for them to talk. Somewhere that didn't involve a girl about to throw a little b***h fit just cause Izsack was chatting with the regular she flirted with. He left the shop without getting anything to eat and started for home. He didn't even look back as he passed the window. Around the corner and up several flights of stairs he went. Izsack stepped into his apartment, throwing up several magical barriers and locking the doors and windows. He paced around the small living room, furious with himself for even thinking about letting his guard down. A few scraps of paper on the counter in front of him catching fire in his fury, and going out as soon as he realized it. He needed to get a hold of his brothers. Find out just what all he could find on this guy. There was just no way he could be THE Mysari Fallen. It was impossible. All the papers said he was dead. Died over a hundred years ago. So how the ******** was he taking an art history class with him and why?
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:25 pm
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X_xTemari_Of_The_Sandx_X Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 2:03 pm
For the next two hours, Izsack put up with his brothers teasing, catching up and finding out as much about this guy as possible. Most of what he got was the bullshit he already knew. If this guy was who he said he was, he might have just pissed off one of the most powerful people in all of Hell. He closed his phone against his chest, sighing in frustration. Nothing like making an enemy on the first day of school. Izsack dropped his phone onto the couch and wandered into his kitchen, browsing through the cabinets and fridge, to find something to eat since he'd missed out on his meal down at the shop. "Wake up, Izzy, you're being stupid," he muttered to himself. "Leave the guy alone. It's just a coincidence. There's no way he's related." He needed a cigarette. Bad. Izsack went into his bedroom and took his pack of Newports and lighter out onto the balcony. He had just slipped the cigarette between his lips about to light it when his phone rang. He nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped the lighter into the snow. He swore under his breath, swooped to pick up the lighter and pounced to get to his phone. He had no idea who the number was and answered immediately. "Hello?" he said breathlessly. Cradling the phone between his face and shoulder, he tilted his head and lit the cigarette, inhaling deeply as he waited for reply. His heart was practically pounding out of his chest.
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 2:28 pm
 Mysari had let out a sigh, listening to the phone ring as he played with some of the lace on his thong..Feeling the soft silk since he hadn't been home in quite a while. He then flicked his wrist and a fire started in th fireplace cause it was getting a little cold in the room. Starting to get a little impatient. Finally he heard the male pick up.
" You demanded me to call~ " he said softly as he ran his finger in a circle on the silk sheets.Trying to entertain himself as he talked to the male. Having the phone on speaker so he could try to. He was laying down on his chest as he waited for a reply from the male.
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X_xTemari_Of_The_Sandx_X Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 3:06 pm
Izsack choked on his cigarette at the males response. A few minutes later when he could breathe once more, he sniffed a few times and came back into his apartment. "Uh, yeah.....um.......okay I'm just gonna get straight to the point. Who the ******** are you? And.....what....what did you mean earlier? About my thoughts not being locked? What are you, telepathic or something?" Izsack face palmed himself, in embarrassment. In less than five seconds he'd completely lost his nerve to tell the guy off. His hand was shaking and he sank down to the floor in front of his couch. He took another drag on his cigarette, trying to calm down. "Actually.....um....I was hoping we talk face to face. Met up maybe. I'd rather not do this over the phone." he said softly. When the male didn't say anything he got a bit worried and looked at his phone, supposedly the call was still going and he hadn't been hung up on. "Ah, hello? Mysari?" he asked. He tilted his head back, blowing his smoke to the ceiling. He'd get complaints from other residents for smoking, but right now he didn't care. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
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