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 Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 3:01 am
Leander "Mac" Airaldi hadn't been at the school long.
He'd been there long enough to catch the tail end of an apparent party in the cafeteria, and then to continue the tour to his dorm room...where he had just enough time to turn it into comfortable chaos. Surprisingly he hadn't made a show of himself between then and now, despite the few days that had passed; what he wanted to do was find a certain demon first.
That was part of the point of going to this Academy after all. Sure he wanted to figure out where to go in life, but he also wanted to make sure this particular Demon didn't screw up too badly. Mac would never admit it, but he missed his partner in crime in the last few months.
Once he was situated enough to know what was where, he made his way to the dreaded Demon Dorms, using his white birch staff like he needed it to walk, somehow managing to not disturb the Whip-poor-will that nested grumpily at the top. He didn't seem to care that the Demon Dorm was notorious for being an elitist building, in fact he felt rather smug over being a Reaper and entering, as Reapers and Demons generally didn't get along well.
Black eyes scanned the area, but it wasn't too far into the building itself did he see a shorter, smaller frame; pink hair (longer than he remembered, but hey, Demons were weird), black horns...a Demon....who else could it be?
"Charlie!" He called out, making a bee-line to the pink haired Demon. "Failed any classes yet, man?!" Was his first, cheerful words to the figure, a hand clapping heavily down on the shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 3:14 am
While it had been a few days since the party, she was still in quite a good mood from it; a lot of firsts had happened during that one night and it made her smile just by thinking about it. While she had planned to go without a date - and with a few close friends - somehow, fate had other things planned for them and everyone in her little group ended up going with dates... Herself included, of course.
Not by choice, but... It was nice.
For some reason, that made her smile even wider and she blushed, feeling her face go warm. So deep in her thoughts was she, that she failed to hear the cheerful greeting. Before she knew it, that little private moment was soon interrupted by a hand on her shoulder - she squeaked, frozen as she stood there, unmoving for a second or two before finally half turning her head to see who it was - and she ended up staring at an unfamiliar face.
"U-uh... May I help you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 3:33 am
The Demon turned, and Mac was surprised to see...eyes. Like, open eyes. Charlie always had that stupid closed or narrowed eyed look. It was stupid. Charlie was stupid. But this Demon had big eyes, like girl eyes...and the voice was kind of girly. So....
"Oh. You're not Charlie." Came the point-blank, almost monotone realization. Well, that was suitably disappointing! For a moment the Reaper took back his hand, leaning fully on that staff of his, wondering what else to do or say; he wasn't embarrassed by this mistake, he was just wondering if he should make the most of it.
"Well, I guess the question stands. Fail any classes yet?" He asked in a surprisingly curious tone, now taking this time to look her over.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 3:46 am
"C-Charlie? No, I'm not," She blinked, taking the chance to turn around and take a step back from the stranger. Tilting her head, she wondered how he could be related to Charlie, since he clearly spoke of him like he knew him well... And it must be the Charlie she knew since how many Demons have pink hair, are her height and is named Charlie?
"You're looking for him?" It was more of a statement than a question, really, since the purpose of his visit was pretty obvious to her, "I would bring you to his dorm, but I'm not sure where it is."
A pause then followed as she processed the question - he was asking her the same question he had asked "Charlie" before. However, they just met! Shouldn't he ask for her name or something? Trying her best to remain polite, she shook her head, "Thankfully, no... I'm Lizzy, by the way. You are?" It was then she realized the little bird seated on his staff - its grumpy expression, the way its nested! - her face lit up and she inched forward, leaning to take a better look at the creature.
"How adorable! And what is its name?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 7:26 am
"Yes, I can tell you aren't Charlie." Mac sighed, shaking his head a little bit. Didn't he just say that she wasn't Charlie? She could be related to him though, that was another thing that was a big possibility. A more timid version, maybe. For now, he resisted the urge to respond to her question with blatant sarcasm, and instead he did his best to keep his tone even.
"Thanks anyway, I'm sure I'll find it; Do you at least know who he is?" How many Demons could be named Charlie? Besides, if he mistook this ghoul for him, there was a chance she'd connect the dots for what his Demon buddy looked like. He brushed off the conversation about failing - it wasn't important any more - and was about to give her his name when she leaned forward instead, a move that made his brow lift a bit.
"That depends, do you want my answer or my sister's answer?" Because it really did matter! It mattered a lot, really. In both cases, actually. He wasn't trying to be difficult, it just seemed like the better way to answer both questions at once.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 7:35 am
"You're welcome... And yes, I'm pretty sure I know who Charlie is," She gave a firm nod as she looked up, away from the bird; once you meet him, you can't really... Remove the rather interesting boil from your memory. She didn't know if she should frown or smile at the memory, so she did a little of both as she continued, "He once tried to scoop some punch for me and ended up getting more punch on his sleeves than in the cups..." If he really knew Charlie, he could probably relate.
"Uh, yours?" She replied, finding his question rather odd but trying not to think too much about it, "I'm talking to you, after all. Not your sister."
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 7:50 am
The Reaper listened to her little story, and when she trailed off, he started to laugh.
"Ooooh yeah, that sounds like our Charlie alright." Compared to the somewhat taller boil, Charlie did seem a little smaller...and yes, he did use 'our' on purpose. "Reminds me of the time he got more paint on himself than he did the wall." The black-eyed boil said with an amused grin, and before long he was laughing again, shaking his head. Of course, Lizzy didn't need to know the real reason behind the paint and the wall, but it was more than likely not what she was thinking.
"Well yeah, you are talking to me, but see, one is the truth, right? The other's not, really." His chuckling had ended, but there was still a wide grin on his lips. Well, he had his answer, so he might as well respond to the initial question.
"Mac. And Whip." He nodded to the grouchy looking bird who had yet to move much more than a head tilt and a blink at most. For a moment he looked away to gaze at the fine, high-class decorations in the Demon Dorm...it looked so different from his dorm... But before he could go any further with that train of thought, something occured to him; he suddenly pointed at her, snapping his fingers as though trying to jog a memory.
"Wait, you! I remember you. You were...ah mary, where was th---THE PARTY, thats right, a few days ago. You were singing or something!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 8:16 am
She relaxed a little at the boil's laugh before nodding with a soft giggle of her own, "That does sound like the same boil..." Wait, did he just use our? Perhaps he talk differently, like Charlie? She paused for a moment before she brushed it off, tilting her head as she looked rather baffled at what he was trying to say. When the introductions were made, she smiled, dipping her head as a sort of belated greeting, "Pleasure to meet you, Mac. And Whip too! Is it against others trying to touch him?"
Despite how grumpy it looks, Lizzy couldn't help wanting to touch the bird - still, it is polite to ask for permission! Besides, Whip might not like it...
The Reaper's next comment, however, caused her face to turn pink as she nodded slowly, "I was... Ah, people still remember that?" How embarrassing! And she didn't think she was very good either... Nervously, she started to twirl a lock of hair around her fingers as she forced herself to maintain eye contact, "You're new to the school, I assume?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:08 am
"The world can only stand one Charlie." Mac informed the Demoness who, thus far, didn't actually seem too bad. Granted, he didn't have extensive experience with Demons (Charlie was omitted as Charlie was more of a demonic failure), but from what he understood they were a nasty bunch; he disliked them on principle (again, Charlie was omitted). But, so far, Lizzy was okay. Just okay, though.
"He's not against it...? Who knows. He might even bite off your fingers." The Reaper shrugged...Not that Whip had the beak strength to break fingers...maybe. The whip-poor-will seemed to figure out that something was going on, and it's once grumpily slit eyes opened into rather big pools of pure black - it was one thing Whip and Mac has incommon. Black eyes.
"What? I don't know, I can't speak for anyone else; I remember it, it was special." The monotone flat of 'special' really left it up to her as to how it was interpreted, but that was as far as he was concerned, he hoped singing stayed a hobby, not a career path.
"Yup, new. Ah; I'll let you pet Whip, without being bitten, if you show me around the school." He couldn't help but make the offer; sure he didn't really want to get lead around by a Demon, but under the circumstances? She was the only other student (Charlie omitted) that he'd met thus far.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:28 am
"I can't help but agree," She chuckled softly; she was, of course, speaking from her own experiences with the Demon. To have to deal with two Charlies... Well, it sounded like something with a lot of work and patience involved. His one redeeming feature is the fact that he reminded her of a child - so his antics thus far had been excused. Nonetheless, one was more than enough!
"Special? Well, I guess... It'll probably be my last time in a long time though," She nodded, released her hair from her fingers before once again, turning her attention to Whip, staring into his eyes (such adorable, round eyes!) before wondering if he was as grumpy as he looked. She wanted to pat him, but she didn't want to risk being bitten... Especially by a bird. At his offer, she looked up again, her expression was one of confusion and curiosity; did he just offer her a deal?
She almost winced at the thought, but managed to keep her smile, "You could have just asked me to show you around the school... I would have agreed to it. Seems like I get asked to a lot anyway."
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:40 am
...He was forgetting something.
He knew he was forgetting something.
What was it.
Whaaaaat was it...
"I'm not shaking hands on it!" A hand came up in the classic 'STOP' gesture. She was a demon. Demons did crazy Demon-VooDoo with their hands. No hand shakes. Ever. Again, Charlie didn't count. He also seemed to be ignoring her futile attempts to tell him she'd do it anyway; well, at least as far as verbally responding to it went. Instead, he straightened to his full height, tuning slightly to the side while moving the staff to the other side of his person, which effectively prevented her from touching Whip unless she leaned across him to do so.
"You can pet Whip after I get my school-tour." It seemed fair enough!
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:51 am
"I didn't ask you to and I was not planning on asking you to," She said flatly; now she seemed genuinely offended and hurt, a frown on her lips as she took a step back. It was different when Chuppi avoided her like that during their first meeting - she had a run-in with a mean Demon before they met! - and Amrita did not pull away when she tried to hold her hand... But here is a Reaper who seemed to be looking at her like she would mark him at any moment.
Just when she thought school was a chance to escape whatever things she would have to face once she takes over her mother's shop. It was the first time she had that happen to her, and it must happen right after Scarentine? Greeeeeaaaaat.
"Forget it..." She muttered at his comment about petting Whip with a soft sigh, whatever happy feelings she had retained from Scarentine's fading. Inclining her head to look right at him, "Which part of the school are you interested in visiting first?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 10:44 pm
At first, Mac didn't seem to notice the flat tone to her response, or how she seemed suddenly upset; if he did notice, he didn't say anything about it. It was likely he just brushed it off entirely.
It wasn't until she muttered did he let on that he noticed something, and even then it was just a single eyebrow twitch; odd, she was still going to lead him around, without making sure she could touch the bird? This Demon girl was strange, wasn't she? Clearly, Mac's mind had two categories of Demons: There were Demons, and there there was Charlie. Every other Demon was lumped into the Not-Charlie category; the category made by the prejudice of his hard working, Demon-disliking family, so it did surprise him quite a bit with the way she was acting. Still, he said nothing. Whip's large black eyes seemed to shrink and narrow again as it settled back into it's usual resting position, wing feathers fluttering; it seemed it wasn't going to need to move, which was just fine!
"Hmm...I've seen my dorms, these dorms, and the others aren't too hard to find...I've been to the Cafeteria, so I don't know. Places of interest? A Maul in the area, maybe?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 11:22 pm
"There's the gym where students can go to if they wish to run or swim, but you'll get to go there once you sign up for Professor's Red battle exhibition class anyway. The classrooms are easy to locate as well since they're more or less in the same place..." She replied, her tone still rather flat; while she would normally have fawned over the little bird, she just... Didn't have the mood to tonight.
At the mention of the maul, however, she seemed to perk up slightly, although it was hardly noticeable on her face. Her voice, however, sounded more energetic than before, "There's a maul nearby, yes... The only one. Its rather big and you can find almost everything there, from food to clothing to pet supplies... Its awfully crowded on the weekends though."
She paused, allowing the information to sink before speaking again, tilting her head slightly, "Would you like me to show you the way there?" It was rather easy to find, since majority of the students would be able to point him there if he asked, but... If that's where he wanted to go, she's not going to say anything.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 11:38 pm
Mac was paying attention to her tone now, hearing the flat way she spoke more than anything. Well, until the maul was brought up, anyway. After that he was only half listening to the information she was giving to him, instead unfocusing his eyes to think. It was a curious first meeting, for sure, he had a lot to think quickly about. It wasn't until she asked her last question did he snap back to attention, blinking down at the ghoul.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure, that's fine." He said quickly like it really wasn't that important, raising a hand to wave it almost dismissively. "Hold out your hands. Both of them, like this." Briefly, he cupped his hands together, miming what she should do before going back to leaning on his staff. "Close your eyes, too." It wasn't important, but it was just something fun to throw in there.
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