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 Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 8:11 am
Location: Makai Academy
Orik had just finished up his lesson for the day. He wiggled his fingers, using his magic to bend gravity, allowing the papers his students had turned in to float up into the air before he used said gravity to push them all together neatly, finally to come and rest atop his chestnut desk. He twirled his hair around a finger as he put his feet up on his desk. He enjoyed teaching, despite how frustrating it could be on occasion. Some students wanted to learn about physics, most…just wanted to learn how to be the best at their magic and bash each other’s heads in… That…was the most frustrating. Orik would be the first to admit, magic was great for the advancing of science, but it wasn’t all there was. There was so much more in their reality… if only these students would just reach out and discover it.
These thoughts brought him to thinking of his last most successful, yet horribly gone wrong, creation…Subject Nine. Nine was infused with raw science and magic, law-breaking physics and cold, hard laws of science, all in one. He was a beautiful anomaly, and he’d gone vastly wrong when it came to Orik’s plans though still…Had Orik really wanted to stay with that dreadful, jealous woman? She was a swine… Her thoughts, to which Nine had revealed to Orik were cruel, tasteless and deceitful. She’d been using Orik all along? Well. It was almost flattering that Nine was going to try to kill her…and Orik. Though, they had both taught him how to fight, how to survive. Nine had seemed content…but…like the ways of science and nature, he evolved. Orik didn’t know what to do about Nine anymore. He’d unleashed a cold-hearted Witch Eater out into the world, one capable of consuming thousands of hearts without even getting tired. But the advancements! If he could just improve some of Nine’s functions, or even utilize Nine’s process of being created and apply the ideas Orik had developed since…maybe he could bring back a true, full person again!
It was then that there was a knock on the door. Orik dropped his feet to the floor and swiveled in his chair to look at the door. One of the custodians came in, his cleaning supplies levitating behind him as he walked in. “Mind if I get started in here?”
“Oh but of course,” Orik said, standing up. He turned away from the custodian quickly as the movement had sent a few tears falling from his eyes. Smiling through water eyes, he bowed and made his exit. He clung to his leather messenger bag as it rested at his side, clasping the papers the students had turned against his chest as he walked with his other hand, taking long strides that most would have to jog to be able to keep up with him. For all his abilities, he was still a quirky scientist with a deep desire to be return to his work. When he was here, within these walls, seeing outside and the students all laughing and going about with their lives, it was then he realized how…alone he was in the world. Having lived as long as he had… seeing people smiling, knowing how another can truly change your life… It only hurt all the more.
A few more tears dropped from his eyes, though now he wasn’t sure if it was his “type” expressing its existence or if he was truly crying.
He weaved his way through the academy, finding his large oval doors leading to the damp, dark basement. Age old texts were abound, littering the ground if they were no longer useful, or on shelves if they were one day going to be necessary, or so a professor thought. Using a standard bit of fire magic, Orik turned on a torch, igniting the dark passageway under the academy. The school was much larger than most of the students thought, with its secret passageways and hidden rooms. Orik hadn’t even asked permission to use his room he’d found for his experiments, or even his living space. It was dark, damp and sometimes he’d start coughing from the amount of mold in the room, but he slept here at night, only leaving to get food when he had to, or to snack on the occasional mana heart.
He kept weaving about the bowels of the school till he came to his stop. Opening the creaking door, he used the torch in his hand to light a few of the torches in his room, lighting it up, making dark shadow “monsters” on the walls. Sighing, he sat at his work desk, staring at the wall, looking at the niter that collected there. Feeling a single tear fall from his eye, he turned, to pick up one of the books that was cast aside to the ground in the basement and began to read it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 9:08 am
 Kian had been enjoying the breeze, watching clouds swirl above him in the sky. It wasn’t often that he came to the base of the academy. He’d never been one for school, he’d even dropped out of this specific establishment, but he always found watching the children… amusing. Plus, this was where he’d first met many of his more…closer companions.
He walked up the stairs, tracing his fingers against the banisters, stepping uncharacteristically high, looking like a child on parade. Despite this, no one bothered him. The students who were exiting the building chatted away, often casting sideways glances his way, but never engaging or even questioning his behavior. Perhaps they knew better…
He slipped inside the castle, hearing professors talking, straggling students laughing… It was all so…charming! Like a soap opera! He walked the halls, looking in each room, poking his head around corners when he spotted an unusually dirty hall, with an even more curious object at the end, well, objects. Kian had found two oval doors, encrusted with age, weighted down with neglect. He traced his fingers atop the sculptures of crying demons at the center of the doors, tilting his head in curious amusement. No wonder this place wasn’t used anymore, it was ghastly…for most, but not for Kian.
He opened the doors, using all his strength till finally it budged out and he was able to slip inside. He moved silently, like a snake down the steps, feeling the moist darkness envelop him. He fumbled around for a lightswitch, but felt that foolish. They’d have never installed anything like that down here. So he kept going, knocking into things, gasping as he’d step on what felt like…books?
He reached down, pulling up a wet and soggy binding, staring into the black at the book. He wondered how useless this thing had to be now? No witch would just toss aside a book if it still had a purpose. Pursing his lips. he tossed the book to the floor, hearing it squish before continuing down the hallway.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 3:43 pm
Orik heard the sounds of the somber halls, echoing as life jutted through, forcing its way into the darkness. He wiped a tear from his eye as he stood, moving to investigate the disturbance. He took long, silent strides within the confines of his dark, arching halls. The moist ground did nothing to shield his sounds completely, but he wasn’t making near as much sound as the other person was. The other…sounded…cocky, aggressive. Perhaps they were a spiritus like himself? Regardless, Orik continued down the hall, finding the subject at hand.
“You’re loud,” Orik said as he turned the corner, fully revealing himself. In the darkness, Orik couldn’t quite make out the person’s features completely, but he could at least see a male body, lean and quite cocky. Orik wiped another tear away, feeling shame as his curse revealed itself in front of a complete stranger. “You don’t look like a student. Too tall. What’s your business here?” He leaned against the wall, feeling the damp walls cool his coat. Was this man’s hair…blue?
‘Nine had blue hair…’
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 3:58 pm
Kian had almost been startled by the man who approached. Sharp, blue eyes noted the man’s physique, the way he leaned defensively against the wall, and the fact he seemed to have something in his eyes…
Kian’s hovering eye went closer to the man, seeing the shine on the man’s face. Had he been crying? Interesting…
“No. I’m not a student. And I’m not loud. I’m demanding…” Kian said, giving a cocky nod as he moved closer to the man. “Kian. What’s your name? You some kind of prevent? Lurking about the dungeons of a school? Like little girls, sir?” His words were dipped in venom, though it was all for play, a simple gesture to see what was truly going on here. Or had Kian found the truth? What would he do with a man who liked little girls? Could he really judge? He looked about, trying to find some kind of light, candle, or anything. He pursed his lips, a tad annoyed how dim the room was. He wanted to see this man…
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 4:16 pm
Orik laughed dryly, oddly surprised at how amusing this other was. Oh he was young… That Orik would tell. Not a child, but not an adult. The “boy” was caught in the middle, standing on his own precipice of change, everything was going to alter within his reality, be solidified within his being… Transformation from a child to an adult, it wasn’t just in the body, but the mind as well. This boy looked like a man, but his brain wasn’t there yet… Not from what Orik could tell. He’d had a long, long time to mature himself, thousands of years, give or take.
“Hm. Funny, but no.” Orik moved away from the boy, swearing that there was blue hair atop his head. “I’m a professor here. I teach physics.” He traced his fingers against the cold, clammy walls, feeling their bumps and imperfections. “I do not delight in the bodies of the immature…nor even the bodies of the mature. If the mind isn’t ripe…What is there to be had?” He turned to Kian, though there was no smile upon his face, only a blank, dead-like stare. He’d lost the only thing he’d loved, but it was never romantic, fatherly…but it was there, deep and passionate, and now Nine was gone from him, leaving Orik alone though patient.
“Orik, is my name. Of course you can leave the “professor” part off. Any interest in the art of science?” He flashed a crooked smile, though a tear still found its way down his face, to nestle atop a collar bone through his black button down shirt. “You seem like a smart boy.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 1:43 pm
Kian raised a slender brow, listening as the man introduced himself as a professor here. Funny man he was... And...was he crying? Kian couldn't tell. There was just something...shimmering...
Oh? Someone who liked a mind... Kian was all for the mind. It was his only power afterall. "If the mind isn't ripe, then it won't spoil... No mind is ever at its most mature. There's always dulling, sharpening, dulling, improving, lazing...Get a fresh mind. An interesting mind. Though, what's wrong with a nice youthful body?" Kian slid a hand down his own torso, resting his hand atop his pants suggestively.
"Uh..no. I don't rather much care for hard science. Social sciences yes, but physics, biology...that stuff is boring to me. I do like the cardiovascular system though...blood has always been an entertaining thing to me..." he said darkly.
He stepped away, looking around the darkness of the cellar halls. "So...why do you lurk down here and not up with the rest of the faculty?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:01 pm
Orik was interested in the objection the other had about the mind. Perhaps Orik had misjudged this man for a boy... He'd have to wait to see how his hypothesis would play out as he got to know him, and he did care to know him. Something was very familiar, yet completely different about this other, and the way he presented himself, flaunted his body sexually, despite not knowing the gender preferences of Orik was cocky, albiet interesting.
"I lurk down here, playing with "hard" science. Most of my experiments are costly and a bit dangerous, so why would I want to risk the lives of those above us walking the halls when, if it should unfortunately happen, it could only be my life that was in danger." He began moving forward, toward his lab. "Come. Let me show you."
He beckoned Kian to walk behind him as his leather shoes fell against the soaked, cold stone. "I've worked here for a long time. I see most of the children as my own children, and wish them no harm. I would protect this academy with my life, should the need for it ever come, and trust me, if you have any foul thoughts of hurting any of these students, great harm will come to you..."
His threat was light, but it was there. Quite frankly, Orik had no idea what this other was capable of, but from what the other had said about blood... He was sure Kian wasn't all sunshine and daisies. "If you enjoy blood so much...make sure it does not fall from the students who attend here, and you and I shall have no quarrel."
He turned several corridors, opening and closing just as many doors until he reached his lab. It was across the hall from his office, well, his second office. He had one above this level as well for when he needed to meet with students, but this one contained all his papers and research, and his findings on Subject Nine.
"I've taken a great liking to having all my studies in one place. I was never really comfortable with doing that before. I lived and worked in different places, now I live here, just through that door, and work here as well."
He opened the door to the lab, allowing Kian to step inside first. In it, it was dimly lit by candles in each corner, and a few floating above. There were plenty of tables with dead animals, or living one in cages, as well as many potions of varying colors, and a clock that went backward. That...was the most important in this very room... though perhaps Kian would never notice such an insignificant thing could be so...significant. Yet, surrounding that clock, time flowed differently from the rest of the world. Orik used his own powers to create it to be as such, and would take its temperature, comparing it to the world around. He'd wanted to take it outside, but right now, he needed to make sure it was stable in both pressure, atmosphere, and to avoid an uneccessary singularity. Creating a black hole wouldn't look very good on his record if it went unchecked. Though if he did it intentionally, that was a different matter, but for now, that power was just a tad out of his reach. Perhaps one day, but not today... He had other matters, like this Kian...
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:34 pm
Kian merely nodded as he listened to the other go on about the safety and whatnot of the people who presided above, doodling away their lives in math classes and magic classes. Kian had never had a taste for school. He'd run away before ever graduating. He'd learned all he needed to all by himself.
"Rest assured. I met a very dear...friend here at the Academy. Call me sentimental..." He followed Orik down the vast, dark halls, feeling the cold sting at his knees as they walked. How the man in front of him just glided on by, despite how cold it was, was quite an observant. Perhaps it was the long years alone down here. Kian could tell he was more of a loner than someone who actually enjoyed the presence of others.
Once they arrived at the lab, Kian found himself quite curious. He investigated each dead carcass on a slab of wood, or the living ones in the metal cages. "Why do you have animals? Does anyone know about this? Some would consider this cruel..." He scanned the clock going backward with his floating eye, though it gave him no cause for intrigue or alarm, which was exactly why it became the most interesting object in the room. "What's that clock doing?" Kian asked.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:46 pm
Orik folded his arms across his chest as he watched Kian look around the lab. With the lighting in here, Orik could definately see the boy had blue hair. A metaphysical hand, metaphorically reached out, grabbing at Orik's heart and tugging at the strings. The spiritus thought back on Subject Nine, wondering where his most magnificent creation had gotten off to. Was he still alive? Was he safe? Had he made a home somewhere for himself? Or had he become swallowed by the hunger within as a volatile witch eater?
"The ones that are dead, were dead when they got here. I've been dabbling with a bit of necromancy, though I wouldn't...really call it that. My magic is tuned to the many realities co-existing all in a single stream of existence. I bend the laws of physics, implimenting my own for a short time, or long, depending. The clock of which you see, I have made it so time moves backward, forcing its magnets to move counter-clockwise and have been observing the small shell around it, for that is all that flows backward from our own time existence."
He moved over to the clock, touching it for a moment. He winced as the two time streams fought for dominance over one another. Pulling his hand away, massaging it against his chest, he turned to Kian once again. "Time is like a river. It can't flow both ways, not without consequence, so I'm testing the waters so to speak...using but a small stream before I unleash a river. I want to make sure I can protect those in this existence. So far, it's at least stable, but it is painful to the touch, and when your skin mixes with the different time flow, it gets...quite cold. It's strange, but an interesting experience."
He moved then over to a dead bird on one of the wooden tables. "I have often wondered what it'd be like, to live backward...this shall be that project. This bird is old, dead...It lived a full life, but I want to see a progression...if we went from old to young. Life is such a curious thing, yet it is solidified in a natural progression of stages that we all know and will expect. But if life were to flow backward...how different would our culture be?"
Orik stood up, moving closer to Kian. "You have blue hair... I knew someone once with that same color."
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:50 pm
Kian watched with astonishment as Orik's face contorted briefly as he touched the clock. Time...moving backward. That was a curious idea. What kind of destruction would happen to the world should that kind of progression be implemented? Kian was rather curious about it. Excited, almost. Though if everything moved backward, he'd already know what was going to happen...as it had already done so once before, and suddenly would again. Or would he be able to change things? How would he walk? Talk? Move? Curious...
"I don't care if you killed them. This skull you see on my chest? I killed that raven long ago...as a child."
He grew bored of looking at dead carcasses and a clock that went backward. He was just about to make up a reason to leave when Orik talked of another blue-haired someone.
"There are many with blue hair. What made this person so special?"
OOC: Ermehgerd! I'm so sorry mine are all so short! Kian just...suddenly has nothing to say! Plus...Tudors! X'D X'D X'D
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 3:02 pm
OOC: Lawl, it's fine. I may take a break after this one so we can actually watch an whole episode without having to keep rewinding cause someone missed something.
Orik wasn't surprised by the harsh remark about the dead animals in the room. This...boy...seemed to have no care for life, or any respect for the lives of others. Orik understood the necessity of murder and punishment, or even death for scientific advancement, but to carelessly take a life...like his past lover had... He'd mourned over Nine and thus created him anew. Still though, Orik couldn't do that to every person who had an unjust death, and he couldn't well emulate what he'd done in the first place. There had been something special about Nine...something that Orik needed to obtain to further his advancements in the art of reanimation. Was it that though? Simply, reanimation? Or was it life anew? A second chance? Orik wasn't sure. He hadn't gotten to truly know Nine. The android was just a budding child with anger and no memory. It was no wonder he sought out freedom from the shackles which held him. Perhaps Orik should have fled with him long ago to have avoided their forced departure from one another.
"He was special to me. Not in a way you'd think. I felt...like a father to him. I was proud of him. I helped shape him into the man he is today and now he's gone. There's an empty space for him in my heart that will never be filled by anyone but him, but as life would see it, we parted ways. For how long though, I'm not sure. I haven't been able to locate him for very long, and when I do... I just...observe."
He hadn't realized a few tears had trickled down one of his eyes. He dabbed at them with his handkerchief before moving to the door of the lab. "You hungry? Perhaps we could talk more over supper? I'll buy."
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 3:30 pm
Kian leaned against the table with the dead bird, listening to Orik go on about some guy who the other felt like a father to. Honestly, Kian felt that Orik was just hiding his true feelings for this other person. "So let me get this straight. You love him...like a father, yet when you know where he is, instead of going up to him you just...creep stalk him? That sounds like a different kind of love, bordering on obsession, but...that's just my observation. I'm no professional." He moved away, utilizing his hips as he walked, sashaying toward the door to follow Orik.
"Sure, wine me and dine me, but don't think I put out on the first date..." He grinned a rather wolf-like grin before exiting the room in front of Orik. To live down here, in such...darkness. Even Kian had never wanted a life like that. Kian was mostly homeless, save for living with Athir, but he'd always taken to trees as shelters, or caves, but always close to the entrances. He never thought living in such a...dull, lifeless place like this would suit him. To each his own though... that was to be certain.
"So where are you taking me? And I should also know your intentions with me. Cause if this is going to get serious, I don't know how I can handle that!" He laughed at his own mockings of the other. For some reason, Orik just screamed tortured soul, and Kian loved to push at their buttons most...
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 7:17 am
Orik suppressed a growl at Kian's mention of him being a "stalker" to Nine. It wasn't as simple as the spiritus had made it sound and he certainly wasn't going to divulge his secret about Nine to Kian. While those high up in the faculty knew he was a spiritus, and were okay with his employment, not everyone in the world would risk such a man being around...anyone honestly. Kian though seemed the type who wouldn't care. Orik wouldn't be surprised if he too was one, or at least a witch eater. The boy radiated dark energy and malicious intent. Orik could take care of himself certainly, but he worried about others Kian came in contact with, especially the young witches who attended this very academy.
As they left the room, Kian went on about sexual suggestions and dating, dangling himself on a string on front of Orik, but Orik paid no mind. He would tolerate it, maybe that way, the "child..." (as the more of Kian's behavior suggested he was rather immature) would just stop trying once he noticed that Orik had no care for what he was doing.
"You can't handle a serious relationship? Too afraid the other will let you go?" The jab was a bit under the belt, but Orik didn't care. He'd match this boy's taunts with insults if he had to, if only to make Kian aware that Orik was also sharp witted and...a bit cruel.
They had found their way back into the setting sun's graces, and out the doors of the large academy. On the streets, people were about, running home, going to dinner, lounging on benches waiting for public transportation, having cigarettes on street corners. It was a lively city, and had a rather large night life due to the amount of pubs on each corner.
They walked into Dead Man's Hole, a small pub shoved into a hole in the wall where who knows how long ago part of the castle was attacked. It was never repaired to flow with the castle the city inhabited, but make shifted into a small pub for those with not as much coin could go. It was also a place you went if you didn't want anyone to know you'd been there...
Orik found a table in the corner by the bar and motioned for Kian to sit across from him. For a moment, they sat in silence, Orik observing the other's face, now seeing it rather clearly. He did look...so much like Nine... Was it the blue hair?
"Tell me about yourself, Kian. Family? Friends? Ambitions?"
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