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 Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:28 am
Planning was going slow these days. Classes had started back up at Amityville so she'd found less time to bother Aymet and Merope with what they were going to do about Viveca. Yes, she was still stinging from the demon's words. All this over returning a hat. Somewhere deep down, she knew she was being childish, but her pride wasn't letting her back down. She slowly made her way down the halls of the school, carrying a couple of books with her. Soon she found herself heading out of the building, and as she began to meander passed the track and field grounds, something caught her attention, drawing her out of her plans of revenge for a moment.
"Hmm." Cyrilla scanned the nearby area, and when nothing really drew her eye's gaze more distinctly than anything else, her brow furrowed. What was that? Maybe...
Closing her eyes, the undead dragon concentrated for a few moments before her eyes snapped open again. Her line of sight was drawn towards the stands. Instinctively the ghoul made her way in that direction, completely abandoning her plans to go find Merope or Aymet. There was something over there. Something she wanted.
Something she simply couldn't resist.
No Colchian dragon, living, or apparently dead, could.
Gold.
With each step she drew closer to her destination, whatever it was pinging itself on some treasure seeking gps that was bleeping off in her head. Unfortunately, she'd soon find herself disappointed.
Rounding the fence, Cyrilla found her eyes resting on an unfamiliar figure. Someone she'd never encountered in the school. There had been an influx of new students since their return from that island, so it shouldn't have come as a terrible surprise.
The disappointment lay in the fact that the gold seemed, well. Rather attached to his individual. Plating on his boots, a lovely scarf that seemed to billow slightly in the breeze, and an assortment of golden trim.
Unlife just love to torment her like this. Couldn't it just have been a watch or a coin that someone dropped? No. That'd be too simple.
Oh well, best to not be caught staring and at least go introduce oneself, she inwardly mused.
"Hello?"
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:55 am
Renautus was perfectly content by himself on the bleachers, despite the fact that he was usually a people person. He was hunched over the row in front of him with a permanent marker in hand and a look of extreme concentration on his face. His brows were furrowed and his tongue was caught between his teeth. Whatever he was doing, it definitely had his full attention.
That's why it took him a few seconds after she spoke to realize that she had spoken at all. At first he simply stopped scribbling and tilted his head to the side, as if he were judging some change in the atmosphere. Then he finally looked up with wide eyes, gave her a quick once over, and casually slid the pen into a pocket while he was doing so in order to avoid getting in trouble if she happened to be a snark.
"Hi there," his voice was pretty cheery despite the fact that he was trying to be mysterious. He leaned up and away from his artwork, then stood up to shuffle down a few steps closer to her. Maybe he could just keep her from seeing it all together! "Do you.. need something, or.. something?" His eloquence astounded even him sometimes.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 12:03 pm
Unfortunately for Renautus, Cyrilla was curious by nature, and what he was doing (or magically not doing any longer) was latched on like a child to it's parent's leg. It wasn't going to let go anytime soon. She couldn't help but grin when he began to speak, however. Something... or something? Really?
"Actually no, well. Not no, yes. But nothing you can really help me with unless you were willing to part with your scarf." she waved the idea off with her hand as though she were joking.
"I was actually just passing by and noticed you sitting up there all alone." she took a few steps forward, trying to peer around him, "What were you doing up here anyways? Drawing?" It seemed like a reasonable assumption given the pen. Maybe he was part of the arts n crafts club.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 12:00 pm
One brow rose as she mentioned parting with his scarf. For a moment he actually seemed to consider it, going so far as to pick up the end of his bright scarf and passing it between his fingers as he examined it and presumably tried to assess its worth. Then a smirk broke out over his lips and he dropped it back over his shoulder, glancing back up at her with his solid, glowing eyes.
"I'm afraid that's a no go, ma'am." Then his eyes swept over her own neckline and he waved one hand at it dismissively. "Besides, a scarf would just cover up your lovely.. necklace." He put an emphasis on the word that made it seem like that was not quite what he meant, and the childish grin on his face didn't help that - probably because it wasn't meant to.
When she took a few steps forward, he took a few back, moving sideways and trying to stay just so between her and the benches. "Yeah, just, doodling some things." He shrugged his shoulders, causing his charred wings to waver and the fire around them crackling and whipping against the air. "It's really nothing, I'm not a very good artist. Totally not worth looking at all." He shook his head as he spoke to add emphasis, playing up just how humble he was being.
Of course, he really just didn't want her to see that he'd been vandalizing school property. He could never tell who was going to be a nark.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 12:19 pm
"You break my heart, kind sir." Cyrilla chided over the scarf, however any allusions he was making about her 'necklace' seemed to fly right over her head. Her hand reached up and she ran her fingers over the cool metal.
"You do make a fine point however, I am rather partial to this piece." the ghoul appeared lost in thought, but she snapped out of her haze as the boil spoke of his doodling. A wry grin crept slowly up onto her lips and she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes, trying to peek over the phoenix's shoulders. He was tall, roughly the same height as Aymet. But he didn't slouch, so it was actually more difficult to try to see around him. As an addendum to that fact, he also seemed to actually care about her not seeing it.
"I'm sure it's better than what you are claiming." she shook her head, "No one ever thinks they're all that good, afterall. Please?" the fins along the side of her head began to twitch, from the looks of it, she probably wasn't going to drop it anytime soon.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 2:08 pm
He smirked lightly at the comment and cross his arms over his chest, rocking back lightly onto the heels of his feet. "No one's heart ever broke over a scarf, or any piece of clothing for that matter." Well, he was pretty sure, anyway - sure enough that he was going to take the chance and say so.
He was content to let her get distracted with talk of scarfs and necklaces though, at least as long as it would keep her from asking too many questions about his doodling. It wasn't that he was ashamed of it, exactly. It was quite the contrary - he wanted a lot of people to see it and exclaim over it. However, he didn't actually want anyone to associate him with it. He didn't need staff finding out he was using the bleachers as his personal sketchbook.
She just wouldn't drop it though.
He settled his gaze on her as she tried to see past him, pursing his lips together and making sure he stood up to his full height. Then, all at once, he let out an irritated sigh and threw his hands up in the air in a very 'I give up' kind of stance. He didn't have the patience to do this, or anything, for very long.
"Fine, you know what? Go look. If you tell anyone, though, I will hold you down and draw a mustache on your pretty little face." It was a threat, but even when he kind of meant it, it was hard for him to seem very threatening at all.
He just turned and stepped to the side, waving one hand up at the bleachers.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:19 pm
"Well, I wouldn't be so sure over that. I'm sure many a heart has been broken over the tiniest of adornments." her tone held a hint of ... regret? It was hard to tell but it seemed more like scoffing than childish banter.
The tone was thrown to the wind as soon as the ghost threw his arms up in the air. Did she just squeak with joy? Why yes she did! In fact she was around him so fast that if he'd tried to watch her go by he'd likely have landed a bad case of whiplash (was that even possible for ghosts? Who knew).
Ignoring his caution of magic marker moustache (say that ten times fast), Cyrilla looked down at his 'masterpiece'. Her tail began to swish from left to right, and her head slowly cocked to the side. Staring at it, she just blinked.
A few awkward moment's passed before it started. It started small, just a soft little giggle, before it quickly exploded into full blown laughter. The dracolich let herself flop back on one of the bench seats and she looked over at the boil.
"That? That is awesome." she held her hands in front of her face, trying to contain herself.
"I" more giggling and smirking, "that... wow." taking a deep breath she pointed a clawed finger to the drawing and beamed up at him.
"You win. That's awesome. I'm Cyrilla. I swear I won't say anything to any professors, but you've gotta show that to Aymet n' Merope."
"You have a lot of balls to draw something like that out in the open."
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 11:00 pm
He still had no idea what she was getting at with this depression over clothing, but he simply nodded his head and pretended like it made perfect sense to him. Maybe it was a girl thing?
Regardless of his being confused, he watched her climb her way up the bleachers to the one he had been using as his own personal art pad. He seemed apprehensive with a frown on his face and each of his ghostly nerves set on end. The second she turned a finger on him and began to berate him for defacing school property, he was going to bolt. Sure, he talked a big game but he wasn't actually going to deface.. a face. He would just put as much distance between him and her that she couldn't possibly say he'd done it.
Then all of his fears vanished at the sound of giggling and he was up the stairs and at her side with the smuggest little s**t eating grin that had ever existed. He crossed his arms over his chest proudly and stared down at her as she fought to get out each and every ounce of praise. Why, yes, he did feel quite pleased with himself.
"Well, if you hadn't come along, no one would have seen me drawing this at all." He shrugged his shoulders as if drawing Red in a tutu was no big deal and flopped down onto the bench beside her, sending all of his cold flames whirling around him. "I'm Renautus, but just call me Ren. The whole thing sounds kind of pompous." He made a face at simply repeating his own, long name but it vanished in the face of amused curiosity.
"I have no idea who they are, or I would definitely show them."
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 3:26 pm
Maybe it was a girl thing, maybe it wasn't. She wasn't going to let on either way. His 'art' has masterfully distracted her from that portion of their conversation beside.
"Well, it's a good thing I came along then." she beamed, "It would have been a magnificent waste otherwise, and I'd never have known who to give props to. So we'll just call it an outstanding bit of luck, and leave it at that." she'd simply ignore the fact that the only reason she made an appearance was because the boil was covered in shinies.
"Well Ren, you can call me Cyr then, or Colch. I'll take either. It's not that I don't like my name, it just feels like I'm in trouble whenever I hear the entire thing." she paused for a moment.
"Oh, hmm. Aymet and Merope are friends of mine. They kind of like to... test the waters around here. So to speak. I'm pretty sure they'd approve of your choice here." the dracolich nodded towards the image, chuckling a bit again as her gaze drew over Professor Red and the tribute to her athletic skill. It was definitely no word of a lie about the boils though. How many times had she heard tales of what they were pulling in etiquette class. It was a wonder that professor never tossed them into detention. In fact she was fairly certain that the only thing that animated the other dracolich was the idea of getting under someone's skin.
Most times he was just a bump on a log. Staring vapidly into a video g.. oh hey wait.
"I don't suppose you like video games?" Cyrilla's head snapped back around to Ren, tilted to one side.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 2:38 am
"Well, I've got no objections to that, then. Cyr it is!" He understood the idea of a full name meaning trouble for the owner, even if he couldn't remember his parents to know if he had ever once suffered the same objections to his own.
He stretched his legs out onto the bench in front of him and leaned back, propping his elbows up on the ones behind him. The silent, cold flames sprouting from his charred wings flickered as he did so, but at least if he leaned back then they weren't in such close proximity to the undead dragon at his side. Even if they weren't actually dangerous to the undead, he'd had to handle more than his fair share of freakouts over it. Better to just keep them out of the way for the time being, even if he normally loved a good joke.
"I love video games. They're a good time killer when I'm not out vandalizing school property with such pretty portraits." He waved a hand at the bench and drawing in front of them, smirking with pleasure at his own genius. Yeah, he was pretty proud of the damn thing. At the same time, though, he was beginning to grow a little nervous at the time spent at the scene of the crime. If she found him, who would show up next?
"Not to be rude or anything, but this was supposed to be a drive-by vandalism." He sat up again as he said this, his eyes glancing out at the track and grounds around them. "The longer we stay here, the longer I'm in danger of Professor Red finding out about my little hobby."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 2:48 pm
Cyrilla wasn't familiar with the use from parents either. But it certainly was common place to hear from her friends. They seemed to continuously blame her for the misplacement of their items. It certainly wasn't her fault that they lost them. If she so happened to come across the items and keep them, well it's not like she kept stock of their inventory.
Really now.
The dracolich didn't seem bothered by the flickering blue flames coming from the ghostly wings. While Renatus wouldn't know, it would certainly appear strange to others who had witnessed her panic attacks from things lighting up in flame. Truth be told, the reason she didn't take stock of this was because her own fear was to breath out the cold flames that looks similar to what was flickering near her head.
" Well, it's always good to have more than one hobby, so they say." the ghoul laughed. "I'm pretty sure if Merope and Aymet could plug into video games they'd play them 24/7 however. Maybe you can help me kick their asses in this one fighting game that's been giving me trouble. The system's AI doesn't seem much help against them both playing tag team against me." her nose crinkled, but the grin didn't completely leave her face.
"Oh!" she stood up quickly, waving her hand at him. "No worries. Sorry about that by the way. I seem to have a habit of showing up in places I'm not supposed to." she shrugged and started to move down off the benches and towards the ground.
"Yeah from what I've heard Red's detention isn't something anyone wants to get into, and truth be told? After being in her gym class I really wouldn't want to get in on her bad side." she stopped in step then turned to look at Renatus very seriously.
"Though I don't think she really has a good side to begin with."
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 3:01 am
He had been listening to her when she brought up games, really he had. Then she started to drone on about these guys he didn't know, some game he didn't have a clue about, and by the time she mentioned the AI his eyes were all but glazing over. Luckily he was pretty well practiced in selective hearing and when she finally finished speaking, a lopsided grin split his face.
"Why would they try to tag team such a pretty lady?" It was like he'd been listening intently the whole time.
He was more than happy to stand up and follow her down the bleachers, though. Each step down put a little more space between himself and the drawing and, as such, put his well hidden nerves a little more at ease. By the time they reached the bottom he was his at ease, smirking self again.
"I certainly don't want to end up in detention with her," he shook his head at the thought, "but I'm not sure about not having a good side. She looks pretty happy in a tutu." He nodded sagely at her then, his face as serious as it would have been if his doodle had actually been an imitation of real life.
Then, remembering that they were still kind of at the scene of the crime, he turned halfway back towards the school. "Where were you headed before my brilliance distracted you?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 9:21 pm
"Well, to be honest I think Aymet doesn't realize it's unfair and I think Merope does it because he keeps finding stuff of his in my room." she made a face, throwing one hand up in the air idly with an air of 'whatever' surrounding it. "It's not like it's my fault he can't hang onto it though. He should be so grateful that I find it and he can take it home again. Oh well." she shrugged and seemed to be oblivious to his more than obvious comment about her appearance.
"Haha, okay you got me there. It's so obvious to me now! He one true love is the dance." she laughed a bit, the image of the actual professor dancing around in her head. It was mildly disturbing, though the hilarity of it all seemed to override that fact. "Long as she doesn't try to teach dance in cl--" she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Jack..." the finds along the side of her head started to pin backwards and her wings twitched about.
"I was supposed to be going to Human studies with Merope... jack jack jack!" she groaned.
"Too late now... hopefully Merope covered for me." what was he going to say? She was sick? She was dead! Maybe reattaching a limb or something... that could work.
"Uh... well it looks like I'm on the 'avoid the classroom areas at all costs' mission right now." she ran her hand back through her hair nervously.
"So no where in particular then... would your brilliant self mind if I just tagged along with you for now? Less you're going to class... that is."
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 2:02 am
He smirked as she went into a rambling explanation of why her close friends seemed to find it so fun to gang up on her, though he completely understood. He had to admit that he would have been a little vindictive if someone kept taking his things. Of course, she did say she just found them. Who was justified? He had no idea, but right now he'd side with the pretty lady.
The smirk faded instantly though, as did whatever flirty comeback he was about to make. For a few split seconds, he was concerned that something was wrong simply by how she was acting. He glanced around quickly to make sure they hadn't summoned Red by saying her name too many times, then settled his gaze back on her with a frown.
Until, of course, she revealed the root of her problem to be that she was simply accidentally playing hooky.
"Of course you can tag along, I'm the master of ditching classes." He extended his hand to her with a silly little bow reminiscent of medieval flamboyance, but the sly grin was plastered on his face again and ruined the whole gentlemanly appeal. "I'd be glad to save you from the wrath of a professor for the day." Of course, now he was hard pressed to do something other than aimlessly wander around doodling caricatures on school property.
Oh well, he could wing it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 2:14 pm
The look on Cyrilla's face had settled somewhere between amused and flattered. Luckily for her, undead didn't blush (having blood was clearly, highly overrated). She took his hand and gave half a curtsy in return to his semi-flamboyant bow.
"Well, master," she chirped, "I suppose it's just my luck to have run into someone who's so well versed in such a craft." she pulled back her hand and looked around the grounds. There didn't seem to be much going on around the track field, so they were lucky there was no one that could call them on skipping any classes. The dracolich had never skipped class before, and it left her feeling a touch exhilarated.
She shook her head, bringing herself from her thoughts and back into the moment. Pacing herself she moved to head off the field, she figured that, even though no one was there for the moment, it wouldn't be too unlikely to find someone there eventually.
"So you a recent transfer Ren?" as she asked, one of the pieces of jewelry hanging around her neck began to shift and move... and yawned? A small, fafnir dragon looked up from it's perch and stared at Renatus, seeming to size him up. It garbled something in what one could only assume was... whatever fafnir's spoke and Cyrilla tapped it on the head and laughed awkwardly. The dragon looked far less amused and impressed and just continued to stare.
"Uh... this is Star. He's an a**. Heh."
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