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 Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 9:28 pm
  This is a private RP between Gunter and Warslik.
Where: Academy Cafeteria
What's happening: New Kid in a New place with no friends and no where to sit... How about with this Red-headed Gentleman?
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:35 am
Ah yes.. Lunch time.. One of the most dreaded points of the day for many students. Cliques were formed, teasing happened, fights broke out, and of course, there was the part about people eating. All occurring within one terrifyingly cruel place, the cafeteria. It was also one of the most uncomfortable places in the Academy, even when everyone one here was exotic and special in their own way. Sounded a bit preachy, but it was indeed true. And yet, you could just tell that there were some people who didn't want to be around others.
This was more so obvious with the green-skinned kid who looked around at the filled tables. None seemed too inviting; each table seemed to have been completely occupied, or just seemed to show that there were kids who wanted to be with people similar to them. One group near the exit seemed to be nothing but the super brainy kids, all wearing labcoats and goggles, and another seemed to be kids with their amazing pets. Where did that leave Gunter to fit in? Well, he wasn't quite sure yet. His worry about overusing his strength bothered him far too much to go socialize with others who may have had the same powers, and he had yet to have a class, so there was hardly anyone here he had recognized, sans for the lunch ladies he had seen every day.
Normally, around this time of day, Gunter would have already eaten lunch, and would have already been back in his room, going over some new art that had been submitted to his website, or practicing controlling his ever spazzing hands. But not today! No, of course, his scheduled was all sorts of messed up, having overslept by a near ridiculous amount of time. Seriously, it was past noon by the time he woke himself up, and he was finally getting a chance to sit down and eat.. In his normal spot, a quiet, secluded corner of the cafeteria sat a redheaded child, someone he didn't recognize.. Atleast he was sitting alone, and there was room for him to sit. Even if the boy there didn't want to say anything, Gunter would atleast have somewhere to sit, while he concentrated on his food.
With a few, quick steps, he made it to the table, and sat right down, not even bothering with asking for permission. It was not as if the tables had specific name tags on them, now did it? There was no reason at all to be completely rude though, so after he sat down, he turned his gaze up to the green eyed boy, his expression never changing.
"I have not seen you around before. My name is Gunter, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. There seems to be a lack of room in the cafeteria at this time, so I will be sitting here to eat, if you don't mind."
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:48 am
Someone was talking to him, worst of all - they were interrupting his reading. Warslik's eyes flicked up from his book, barely cresting the top of the tome that he had splayed open in his hands. Sticking his thumb in the place where he had been reading, he closed the book to a near crack, eying the interloper who had dared deign speak to him and interrupt his studies. He - if you could call the mockery of human form such - was green from head to toe, which seemed to actually not be as unusual as Warslik would have originally thought. Regardless, the malformation of the beings body was evident, and Warslik wondered if his bloodline was even remotely pure. He looked human "enough" to pass as some hideously malformed accident... But he was digressing now. His lips pressed into a thin line as he calculated the correct response. It was male - at least it looked male, and he wasn't about to ask to check, but that made things easier. Females threw him off as they didn't react to his responses in a way he was normally used to. He had accepted this slight handicap of growing up in a male only household - but he hoped that this thing wouldn't go running off crying if he spoke bluntly. Sunken green eyes, evidence of a lack of any real sleep in his life, narrowed slightly as he did his level best to mask the majority of his disgust at this... thing that barely passed for human. It didn't even have the decency to at least play up it's monstrosity. NO - it acted "civil" though it did not request a by-his-leave. No... this sub-human "beast" TOLD him it was going to sit with him - when he had plainly shown ALL the social cues of not wanting to be bothered. It even had a NAME, how... quaint. Great - by all the damned souls in the seven pits of Aezeleth's domain and all the other Princes too... This was just beyond perfect... Opening the book again, he looked back down at the parchment and with a heavy sigh, refusing to look at the other boy any longer he spat out. "The pleasure is entirely yours... Gunter..." His voice was a low growl, eyes darting up and narrowing a bit more to stab daggers at him. "But, if you insist upon sitting here," he hissed between slightly clenched teeth. "I shall tolerate thine intrusion on the provision thou keep thine self silent as the sleeping dead..."He was glad his back was against a wall, but he did pull his drink closer to himself, and his tray away, having lost his appetite but not his desire to ensure this monstrosity didn't try to poison him in some way. He was relaxed somewhat by the weight of his cauldron on his hip, and the athame in his boot - knowing that if it came down to it, he could call upon his daemons to banish the intruder should it be required. But for now - he would put up with the irritant until such time as he either went away - or became such a burr in his side he couldn't take it. But he was not giving up the most secure spot in the cafeteria to this beast... Not on his life. Cooro Cooro ... Yeaaaaaaaaaah, he's kinda a bit of a p***k >.>;
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 7:34 am
Ah... So that's how it was to be.. The very words that dripped from this ginger's lips seemed so venomous and hateful that it almost made Gunter want to laugh, though his expression remained it's ever so serious manner. It was very unlikely that this boy was going to make him change it in anyway.
He did, however found himself amused at his obvious air of superiority, and the look of complete disregard of his peers around him. Did this ginger really think he was all that special, in a school DESIGNED for that very same purpose. What did it matter, really? There was no reason for Gunter to be so sassy back, though sassy may not have been the best choice of words for this situation. Perhaps Gunter just felt a want, a need to be rude right back; with the first interaction he had with a person in about three days starting off so poorly, why even bother to try to recover from it? Maybe to not be petty? Oh ho ho, but being petty was so much fun at times..
With all these thoughts running through his head, Gunter's body went on auto-pilot for a while, consuming most his lunch quite neatly, and when he returned to his senses, all he seemed to be doing was sipping quietly at the sweet tea that he had bought. To reply to such snide remarks at this time would simply seem as if he were a bit slow, so it was time to go along the stronger route, the one of being civil.
"Well, if it is such a pleasure to be in your company, perhaps you could take just a wee moment to grant me the sweet knowledge of your name. Surely, someone as breathtaking as you would have a name that paired up just as perfectly as the way the light makes your eyes shimmer in this dim cafeteria, correct?" His words came out as sincerely as possible, though they were pulled nearly word for word from one of his favorite fanfictions. It seemed to him that this little encounter was to become quite the game between the two, if the other bought into it. And such a game would not be lost to someone so obvously awkward that is was painful to just look at him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:20 pm
... This other boy was completely mental wasn't he? Looking up from his book, green eyes narrowing to almost slits, Warslik felt his lip curl into something resembling a scowl as he slammed the book shut in his hand and brought it down on the table hard, his body turning to that he could lean forward a bit so he didn't have to raise his voice. "You mistake my words, cur, for I never spake that mine presence is pleasant even in the slightest," if his words were any more full of venom, they would have gouged holes int he table before him. "It was you who insinuated as such, I am merely correcting your mistaken notion that I am at all a pleasing sort."Slipping the tome from the table into his cauldron, he rubbed his temples with his index and middle fingers, working small circles in the attempt to stave off a headache. "I made my desire to be left alone to read quite clear - you chose to ignore it. I gave you mine stipulations for mine tolerance - and you have ignored them."Also, really? Flattery? How gauche. Sighing deeply he both shook his head. "But if you are so insistent upon knowing mine name, It is Warslik Witherson, Eighth Son of the Sixth, Seventh Son."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:59 pm
It seemed just a wee bit odd that all of his compliments seemed to not be effective on the boy before him at all. Perhaps his words weren't quite using the right tongue for Warslik. The way the other spoke was so eloquent, and well chosen, that maybe, just maybe his flirting was lost in translation. It didn't really mean too much to him either way, but it made playing this game just a little less interesting. Of course, it needn't be all flirting and fun times in that way. It was just amusing to see how others get so flustered at times.
"Well, now that I know your name, Warslik, Care to flatter me with a bit of conversation? No use being so unfriendly, not with a countenance as handsome as yours." His cup came back up to his lip, though he had a bit of a twitch, and the handle shattered in his grip. Luckily enough for him, his reflexes had gotten better since he arrived at the school, and with his other hand, he was able to quickly catch the remain bit of the cup, leaving not a drop of the sweet tea to escape from within. If he were any other person, he may have freaked out about what just happened, about how he just slipped and let his powers get a bit out of control, but this was Gunter we were talking about. It took quite a bit to startle this boy, and with his ever calm demeanor, he cleaned up the glass as quickly as possibly leaving the pits of the broken cup in a napkin on his tray, to dispose of later. At least this incident allowed him more of a subject to speak about to the other.
Ah... Well, there was a demonstration of my abilities. I have strength and size in my arms, though I have trouble controlling it at times, hence my reasoning of being here." He had no reason to spew out the fact that him being a total fanboy of all things super hero related was also a reason as to why he came. That was more of a statement of facts geared towards someone who seemed to care a bit more about others than this one did. "I noticed you had a bit of a peculiar choice in books.. And not everyone has a cauldron, what kind of power or such do you have? Surely you are a rookie, as I am, and you wouldn't be here unless you were looking for some sort of training or recognition, am I correct?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:53 pm
"If conversations are what you deign as flattering, then truly, you are strange," Warslik sighed, before watching the boy obliterate his glass as he spoke about his handsome countenance.
Really?
Eyes narrowed again.
"I am a Daemonist. A keeper of Daemons. I call upon them for aid and use my blood to form their pact. I am as you say - a rookie."
As far as why he was here - well, he didn't need to know.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:05 pm
"Ouch.. You use your blood as a contract sealant? It seems just a bit overly painful to me.. But I take it you've always trained to be able to do that, right? I must applaud you for such diligence to your abilities. The sight of blood never really appealed to me."
Just imagining the pain that having to draw blood each time you he had to fight caused his skin to crawl. Gunter personally could not stand any type of pain, which was more than kinda bad for someone as physical as himself. But perhaps one day he'll work around that. Stop being so squishy, that is.
"I used to be completely human, and looked alot like you, to be honest, sans the red hair. Green eyes and honey blonde hair with pale skin, but, things happen, and I changed to this. It's a bit bizarre, and it's not so easy being green, but.. If it weren't for the accident, I wouldn't have been able to meet such cool people as you. "
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:16 pm
"No, I used my soul to seal the contract, the blood is the payment by which I call upon the Daemons to aid me," Warslik said in a cold tone. "So forgive me, if I am not too keen on sympathizing with your so-called plight. So you suffered an accident - oh what tragedy!"
Slamming a hand down, open fist on the table Warslik stood and glared at the other boy. "Until such time as you know - that no matter what you do, your soul belongs in the deepest pits - I kindly advise you to keep your tongue still about your problems."
Sitting back down again, he forced the book open, reading the spidery script with ease.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:44 pm
"Now just calm down, Warslik, no one is taking your situation lightly, I assured you. It was a misunderstanding. There is no reason at all for you to become so hostile to me. After all, you had not mentioned the fact that your body is a soul less husk. Had I known that initially, perhaps I would not have complained as I did. But as you had not mentioned such a thing at all, simply saying that you used your blood to seal some sort of pact, well, what am I to say? Do you expect everyone to understand what you go through? Either situation seems rather cruel, having your normal life snatched away from you due to a parents mistake, or being souless. Unlike you, however, I think I'm taking my situation quite nicely, from the sounds of it." Geesh could this boy over react! He could not understand why people got so worked up over something they had not clarified themselves. He took just a moment to look down into the cup in his hands, finding the glass nearly empty, and thought for a moment about what the other said.
"Your words make me wonder whether or not you were willing to give up your soul. Let me guess, you were conned into it by some daemon, sell your soul for power.. Doesn't seem like it gives you room to complain, not if you brought it upon yourself."
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 4:47 pm
"Why should I have to tell you my life's story?" Warslik asked not looking up from his book. "I did not request your presence, I told you my requirements if you wanted to sit where you are and not draw my ire - you ignored them."Putting the book down again the green-eyed boy glowered at the other boy. "My body is my body - it is no "husk" as you so put it. I signed away my soul because that is what we do. Upon our 13th year, we enter into the compact with our Daemon Prince. You act as if choice is a necessity or that by my choosing this fate that I asked to suffer as I do. I assure you - I did not ask to take on sleepless nights, with nightmares the likes of which you will never know."Sigh deeply, "Perhaps I am being harsh? Perhaps I am not being understanding of your plight? Perhaps I have been unfair to judge you a miserable wretch worth not a moment of mine time. If I have caused harm to your feelings then I apologize - your intrusion was unwanted, your countenance sickening, and your demeanor most perplexing. But you are human - even if you do not look it."Shaking his head slowly, the Daemonist held out a hand to the boy. "Mine name is Warslik Witherson, Eight Son of the Sixth, Seventh Son, it is a pleasure to make thine acquaintance."
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 10:11 pm
So the other could be civil. Gunter was rather pleased with this turn of events, as this boy had definitely become someone he just wanted to know more about, even with the little bit of information he's gained from the short time they've spent together. If he could just wiggle through that odd shell, maybe they could actually have a decent conversation. With a nod, he took the other's hand, giving it a firm, but not overpowering shake.
"You are not required to tell me anything. I am simply curious. You are a lovely being, Warslik, and I cannot help but want to continue being around you, getting to know you. As you said, my features are ghastly, and my behavior is... Certainly not the norm, but I assure you, I am a kind, gentle creature, if given the chance. Did you stop to think that there was a reason as to why I chose to sit here, despite how you came off as, as being one who does not want to be interacted with?" The cup in his hands was now empty, and there was a bit of an urge to get up and get more to drink, but in doing so, this new acquaintance of his might get up and run. It didn't seem to fit his personality thus far though..
"Something about you is so unique, so different than the others I've met so far. It is quite hard to describe... I honestly feel that you're hiding something from the world, maybe you really aren't, but it just seems to feel that way. I am fighting the urge to just ask for you to tell me everything, about your home, your traditions, the way you world works. That is in no way my place to ask though. I do wish to learn more about you, however. May I make a request from you? I would truly enjoy it if you would stay, converse with me a while longer, after I return from getting more tea. I would gladly get you something as well, if you'd like." It was rather irritating to have to match Warslik's style of speech. There was no reason as to why he had to, seriously, but something told him that if he were to resort to normal, every day speech, the boy before him would judge him more harshly than he already had. It wasn't every day that someone told you that you were ugly straight to your face, after all.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 10:25 pm
Warslik nodded his head for a moment, sighing a bit. "I'm not going anywhere, and I am fine..." He tapped the side of his glass with his hand. "Got plenty here."
And i don't trust you not to poison me.He forced a smile as the other boy talked, but it slowly gave way to a frown as he spoke about wanting to get to know him. "It is good to want to know things - but I am not going to tell you of my life, that is mine to know." Not to mention, he felt no real desire to relive any of it. "But I will stay and converse with you," His brow quirking a bit. Why was this boy emulating his speech? That was stranger than his looks.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 10:37 pm
"Perhaps I need to reach that special tier of friendship. I know that it's your information to know, but there's no real reason to hide it, unless you are one of those people who can't trust anyone around here. That is a terrible trait to have, after all, if you are to rise to the rank of sidekick, your hero is to trust you. How can someone know that you are ready to help, if you are not willing to put your faith in them? And now, yes, you are going to tell me that you've seen many terrible things in your lifetime, and have good reason not to trust. But do you thing you can survive without trusting someone? When the time comes that you are hurt, that you are incapacitated, that something happens that you can nolonger control would anyone even be there to help, I wonder.. "
He shook his head, letting himself go quiet and standing up to go refill his cup, returning only a few moments later and sitting down again with his companion.
"May I be permitted to atleast ask about you hobbies? Your interests? I am hoping that we have something of the sort in common, at least some sort of binding agent that will ensure that this will not be our only encounter."
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 11:01 pm
Warslik smiled at the other boy - one could almost call it patronizing in a way. "When you have seen your family kill each other for no other reason than the pursuit of power. When you have been targeted by your own brothers because they did not desire another one of their line to come into their powers - then you can talk to me about trust."He let the boy stew on that as he went to go get his drink - and when he returned he listened to the boy ask about his hobbies and he scoffed. "I read, or I ride - sadly Lancaster could not come to the Academy with me, else I would spend the majority of the day light hours upon his sturdy back."
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