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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 5:06 pm
Sal had been here on a whim, which meant he had no appointment scheduled, which was a good thing considering he had as much skill in directional navigation as a plastic bag in the wind. Though he had braved the school grounds and did eventually find the office he was looking for, he didn't quite get the response he had hoped for.
Meaning he got none at all.
Because the Offices were closed.
And then he realized that the school had ended several hours ago.
Well, at least he tried.
The tall horseman shrugged after pondering his situation in front of a locked office with the sign dripping red with CLOSED. He had indeed tried, and perhaps next time he would be better prepared to visit the office, and not do it half way through the day. Perhaps first thing might be best, or better yet - a camp out! This place looked as comfortable has his rock, which was actually a good thing. Today it seemed best to make his way back, at least to stop Fai from nesting on his sleeping place.
His way back proved to be a little more eventful though, as a few rounds of going in circles actually brought something to look at. Something in the form of a lanky boil, seated and slouched in defeat. It was enough to make the Sage drift closer, his arrival announced by the clicking of bones on the ground and the almost musical clink of the various trinkets in his hair and robes.
"Dear Boil, that seems like an odd place to rest. Are you all right?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 5:13 pm
Indeed. Lo and behold the sulking cowboil as he sat dejected and in thought. He'd been pondering and pondering his role in life. How to go about proving he could be a capable Boogeyman, even if he was an incapable fighter? True, he learned through a Boogeyman that not all Boogeys had to be fighters. But he had a feeling it might garner respect from others if he had some air of authority.
Currently, he had zero of that.
His run in with Amrita some time ago proved it. He just didn't have enough confidence in himself to project an air of strength. So what to do? How could he train himself in the ways of law enforcement without actually being a Law Enforcer?
His thoughts were interrupted by the clinking noises of the approaching Horsemen. What was a Horsemen doing here? "Me? I'm alright." Mot responded, cranking his neck back a ways to get a better look at the tall being clad in fabrics. He made a note to ask where he got such garments, as many of them would make fine ponchos.
"I'm just.. thinking. A lot. The silence of the school after hours is easier to think in than the noisy Dorms."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 5:25 pm
"Thinking? What does a little one like yourself need to do that for?" Sal was only half-teasing, and even though this one would likely be almost as tall as he was, he was still just a toddler. A tall toddler, but a toddler nonetheless. Without being invited to do so he took a seat beside the little Reaper, absently picking at his various fabrics to make himself comfortable.
"Now what is so important that you would leave your room and housemates to think?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 5:32 pm
"H-huh?" Mot made a noise of discontentedness, his mouth hanging open in uncertainty. But.. Mot was almost always thinking! He couldn't stop! And he was most certainly not little... even if Sal was a great deal taller... Ah.. perhaps age was a factor here.
"Well.." Mot began, fidgeting with the end of his ponytail. "I'm trying to come up with a way to better enforce certain rules and safeguards in Amity. I certainly don't have the authority to tell anybody what to do, and no one to complain to if and when a rule is broken. Just a few months ago, a ghoul in my year was galavanting out of bounds in the weeping woods!"
"Now.. the last school I was in had Hall Monitors. But this school has no such thing, and so few teachers patrol the area at all. Save for a few stray Boogeymen, but even then.."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 5:58 pm
The noise they always made when he talked down to them never got old. It was the cutest! Adorable whimperings from adorable toddlers who tried too hard to grow up too fast. He listened quietly to Mot, not saying a single word until the boil was good and done; his attention never strayed either. It seemed important, and the least he could do was listen politely as he babbled on about being a do-good. Sure, Sal enjoyed rules for they let you know exactly where you stood and what is or is not acceptable, but on the flip side...they sure were fun to break here and there.
"Does this school even have rules, outside of the forbidden zone?" The way he saw it...no, no they definitely did not. Not that he minded, since they were not really his kids and it was fun to watch them create chaos before going home to Mummy and Daddy. "But you do walk a fine line with this wish of yours, little colt. You can not have Authority and Popularity; there are a great deal of instances where you will have to choose between enforcing rules and keeping your friends, and if you pick favourites, even accidentally, well...that just creates a whole new mess of problems." There was a slight pause as he let his words sink in, at least partially.
"Are you still willing to be the Authority figure?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:08 pm
"It..um.. I'm not certain, actually." He was sure there were things that could get students into a lot of trouble if they were caught. However, he had no idea what the laid in stone rules were, if there were any at all.
"That's scary... I hate making people angry, and I'm so unused to being hated that even when a friend is cross with me I feel like the world is ending." Mot said with a frown. Making what he considered the right decisions or the right thing to do meant sacrifice. He'd have to be the bad guy every once in a while. He really should have known that, knowing the bad rap Booegys always got.
Was he okay with that? Would he become the Bad Guy for the greater good?
"Well.. I'd like to say I'm willing? I mean.. if I ever want to reach my goal in life I have to be. I'm just not sure if I can still achieve my goals, even if I can make the necessary sacrifices. I'm just not intimidating enough to be a good enforcer."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:21 pm
"Perhaps that is the best place to start. Find out if there are actually rules to this place, and then determine whether or not you want to uphold them. They could be outrageous, and it would be a shame to lose everything over rules you really don't care for." As before, everytime Mot began to speak Sal quieted down, waiting politely for him to finish before continuing on his own merry way.
"There is nothing wrong with being indecisive, but in this case, where rules are involved...Unfortunately, you either are or are not. You can't jump in to this half heartedly, or scared: you either jump in with both feet, or you stay out of the water...or I suppose quicksand would be a better analogy in this case." The Horseman let out a chuckle; it was a dry and almost wheezing sound, as if also fighting back a cough.
"But you are at that age where stretching and breaking rules should be your priority! This is your time to grow!" Sal raised his arms, gesturing to the opposite wall as if gesturing to a wide open field. He chuckled again, this one sounding more like an actual chuckle than the wheezing of an old (though really not that old) man.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:30 pm
"True.. though to be honest, I am also scared of the faculty." Gosh, was he scared of his own shadow? "I think you're right. I ought to ask someone. Maybe Arel?" Though the secretary always seemed very elusive and dodgy. There had to be a place where school rules were posted.
"There must be rules.. otherwise Detention wouldn't exist, right?"
Sal's dry chuckle was almost scary. The man was skin and bone, literally. His entire presence seemed old and dry. The eerie air of a Horsemen of Famine was alluring in a morbid kind of way.
"Hmm.. stretching a breaking the rules? I don't know.. I've never been one to go beyond borders laid out. I suppose that is why I am often left behind.." All of his friends did it as if it was easy. Was he an abnormal teenager?
"I'm not sure. If I break the wrong rules, I may "grow" in a direction I cannot reverse!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:33 am
"Hmm, I can see how you would be, they are an interesting bunch." He had only seen a couple of them, but he could understand why the students tended to cower when it came to dealing with them...though that was a particularly healthy fear. "You could also check the library, and if that fails you could always go ask your friends how they ended up in detention and draw conclusions from that~" Sal mused, trying to give Mot some suggestions as a work-around for asking the faculty, if he really was that frightened. "Though I will be honest with you...it seems only a little silly to be so afraid of Faculty while wanting to uphold their currently unknown rules." Thin shoulders lifted in a shrug, the bone string clinking softly with the movement.
Mot's worries were brushed off with a very obvious handwave of dismissal.
"Nonsense. I have known you for all of ten minutes and I can already say you have a good idea of what is right and what is wrong." The Horseman turned lidded eyes towards the boil, smiling softly in encouragement. "You have a good head on your shoulders...for a colt." The boil certainly wasn't anything like that Brazen Problem Child of his, at least where it came to being conflicted about issues and understanding consequences to actions. "But let me put it this way...There are rules in place for a great deal of things, but they are all on a...a scale of sorts, where the worse the crime the worse the punishment, and then those merely in place for your own safety. For instance, the difference between murder and sneaking out of bounds into the weeping woods." Yes Mot, he had been listening. As he spoke each option he held out a hand, one after the other, to signify each.
"Murder is a heinous crime and would certainly change you-" The hand that signified the murder option lowered, the heavier one on his imaginary scale. "While sneaking out of bounds is much less harmful." The 'Sneaking' hand lifted a little, clearly the lighter of the two. He held that for a moment before the raised hand curled, leaving one long, pale index finger pointing to the ceiling. "Both are rules and have punishments, but they certainly can't be weighted the same way, and I believe you understand that difference. There's no harm in sneaking about for the sake of fun, it's your right as a child! ...So long as you know the difference between right and wrong." He winked at the boil, his mouth set in a small, ever amused smile.
"There is much more tolerance for you little ones when it comes to breaking rules. I, however, am much older, and I should know better." Not that he did in some cases: not that he'd tell Mot, but he was always under the school of 'it's only illegal if you get caught and can't talk your way out of it'. "This is your time to explore and understand within your comfort zone, before you are considered old enough to know better."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:47 am
Oh right! He had a few friends who'd seen their fair share of detention. Didn't he get in it too for stalking Red and Arel once? He supposed stalking faculty was a rule that he broke?
Mot observed Sal's visual presentation of the weights of rules and consequences. It seemed so obvious, but seeing it so plain and elementary made it seem as if Mot had been missing the bigger picture.
Still.. he wasn't sure if he was supposed to act like a child at his age. He was 19 now! But maybe a Horsemen saw that as young.
"Maybe I'm putting too much thought and energy into this idea of justice. It's just hard breaking the wall I have set up between right and wrong. But, if I break a couple of minor rules, maybe I can see things in another light that my friends see."
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 4:55 pm
The Horseman continued to smile at the boil, watching him mull over what he was being told. It was almost amusing to him that he'd more or less managed to convince a straight-and-narrow boil to break some rules. Almost beautiful, really.
"I you would like to give it a shot, I would be happy to accompany you." There was a brief pause. "As...Parental Supervision...of sorts." As if that would make the boil feel better.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 5:06 pm
"Oh yeah?" Mot looked up at the Horsemen, his eyes gazing for a long moment in thought. Should he let this Horsemen woo him over so easily? He wasn't trusting of their clans. "Well.. I shall give it a shot. What do you suggest I do?'
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 2:02 pm
Sal looked thoughtful, looking away from the boil to stare at the wall opposite them. As he pondered he scratched his thin chin, considering his options and pondering which would be best.
"I imagine this is your first time doing it on purpose, so it would be best to start off small." The Sage started, his voice deep in thought. Soon he was shifting his slight weight, getting to his feet with the sounds of fabric and various trinkets accompanying his movements. He merely started to walk away, assuming that the boil would follow him despite having no explanation or no direction. The Sage continued to walk, ghosting along the hallways until he happened upon an exit outdoors, and then out into the grounds, looking casually this way and that on occasion until he spotted something in the distance that seemed to please him.
Eventually the Sage came to a stop in front of something, hiding it from Mot's view with his body and robes. Red eyes stared down at it for a moment or two until he turned to face the Reaper, still hiding the object from view.
"If you're willing to step out of your comfort zone, to expand your horizons and to try to understand your classmates, I suggest you start here." Sal finally sidestepped, gesturing to a wooden sign nailed into the ground that had something gouged into it's face:
Do not walk on grass
- Management
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 2:16 pm
Mot watched eagerly as the sage shifted in thought, waiting for some suggestion. He hadn't expected it to be something to carry out right away. The reaper furrowed his brows and got u, following the wandering robed stick to wherever it was he was taking him.
Mot stopped as Sal did, leaning one way and another to try and see what the horsemen was looking at. His black ponytail swayed back and forth as he moved, until Sal finally turned. Mot straightened up, smiling and awaiting Sal's advice. But when the Famine Sage allowed him to see the rule he would be breaking first, he gasped aloud.
"But!" He objected right away, "But that sign is there for a reason! Look how hard it must have been to keep the grass so pretty..." Or maybe even protect students from grass minipets biting off their ankles. So many possibilities! Mot bit his knuckle, small beads of sweat developing on his temples.
"Oh dear... but maybe if I only stand a moment, than no harm will be done!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 2:25 pm
Sal's expression remained very controlled, not bursting out laughing or even showing any signs that it was what he really wanted to do. This boil was hilariously straight edged, so much so he wouldn't even walk on forbidden grass?
"And yet~" The Sage half turned again, gesturing a few feet away at the clear foot prints that strolled right through the grass area. "Your classmates were likely here, and they did not seem to worry about the sign. Aren't you curious as to why?" Thin, pale hands appeared from the depths of his robes, boney fingers linking together in front of his stomach.
"Remember, you were the one who thought it might be a good idea to see things their way." He reminded the boil, his hands eventually loosening to gesture vaguely at his sides, palms up. "So either you make good on your musings, or, my dear little colt, I will consider picking you up and placing you on the grass." It didn't sound like a threat; actually he sounded like he was trying to help.
But really? It was a threat.
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