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Post by Virgil Viles on Feb 25, 2015 22:47:51 GMT -5
Boy, Death City sure was neat wasn't it? Virgil was currently taking some of his free time to explore the huge city after finally getting settled into his new home. Sure, he still had a little bit of luggage left to unpack but that was a problem for later. For now the boy was looking around the many shops scattered around the aptly named "Shopping District." There was one store Virgil was looking for in particular, that of course being a book store. The purple haired boy could only imagine what kinds of cool books they'd have in an exotic place like Death City.
Before he knew it Virgil was walking out with a bag containing several books. In fact, he had already started reading one. It was a horror book with a grim looking castle on the front cover complete with lighting in the background. The typical stuff really. The only thing it was missing was some strange looking monster or shadowy figure looming in front of the aforementioned castle.
There was only one problem with this whole situation. Virgil was only half paying attention to where he was actually going due to being so enveloped in his book. When the boy went to cross the street, well, it wasn't exactly his turn to go. He started to walk out into the middle of the road with his nose still buried in his precious book. Meanwhile cars were rushing by with one about to hit Virgil himself. If someone didn't act quick then poor Virgil would end up like the many ghosts and ghouls he often read about.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Mar 2, 2015 20:46:50 GMT -5
Today was probably going to suck. Cyrille said that a lot, but it had proven that most of the time he thought that it actually ended up coming true. Or when he didn’t. Life sucks.
He hadn’t been out for a while. A long while. Because everything Cyrille did seemed to be wrong so he might as well not do anything. No one was benefitting from him trying... He didn’t mind staying in his room all the time that much. Better than disappointing people, after all...
However, he couldn’t stay hidden away for forever. Couldn’t get food delivered to his dorm. No, he needed to go out and buy it. Once a week wasn’t bad. Just that and his classes... he wouldn’t be getting out too much. Which was good, of course. That’s all he wanted now, as pathetic as it was.
Getting the groceries had been easy too. Not much of a hassle. There were more people out than he’d like, but not buying groceries. Probably shouldn’t have waited so late to go out. Ideally, he would have gone super early. But he didn’t know he needed to buy stuff until later.
There didn’t seem to be that many people on the road today. How lovely. Though Cyrille had been reading some lovely books about how he could use his soul more to his advantage, he hadn’t mastered it yet. Probably never would, he was awfully worthless at just about everything like that. Cyrille was perfectly fine with this current situation until...
<<”Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”>>
How many idiots were stupid enough to cross the street while distracted? This one wasn’t even like James. James at least had the excuse of a guy running a red, but not THIS guy. Tsk... Perhaps Cyrille should let natural selection run it’s course, eh? Gah, he knew he couldn’t do that. He was cynical, but had one of those things known as a conscious. Really wished he didn’t, but did.
Goodbye groceries. Cyrille wasn’t the fastest person alive, and really didn’t need to be carrying something right about now. He managed to run up behind the purple haired idiot before a car hit him, and attempted to jerk him backwards. With any luck, the car would swerve. Or the driver was also an idiot, and also wasn’t paying attention.
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Post by Virgil Viles on Mar 19, 2015 21:11:14 GMT -5
As luck would have it, Cyrille actually managed to grab Virgil just before the car was able to hit him. It jerked to the side and honked at the two as it sped past. The driver even shouted some sort of profanity at the boys. A bit rude but to be fair Virgil was walking out in the middle of a busy street.
Virgil himself hadn't even realized what had just happened. One moment he was invested deep within the pages of his new book and the next some stranger was pulling him back as a car rushed past him. "Well that was close, huh?" The purple haired boy said. He didn't honestly seem too phased by the whole thing, though he was slightly annoyed that he had dropped his books because of this. Now the pages were gonna get all dirty, not to mention that he'd lost his place.
After bending down to pick up his things Virgil studied the person who had just saved him. The thing that immediately caught his eye was Cyrille's long pink and silver hair. It was an interesting fashion choice to say the least. Of course it wasn't like Virgil could say anything with his own spiky purple hair. This boy was pretty strong looking too. Cyrille's broad shoulders against that flowing pink hair definitely made him stand out. Speaking of pink it, looked like this guy liked pink just as much as Virgil liked purple. Not that Virgil was one to judge, of course.
"Thanks for that. Guess I should watch where I'm going." He gave a chuckle before reaching into his pocket and taking out a small handful of salt water taffy in it's usual arrangement of colors. "The name's Virgil by the way. Want some taffy? Just got it earlier today so it's fresh." He smiled as he unwrapped a piece and popped it in his mouth.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Apr 11, 2015 20:00:17 GMT -5
Great. Just what Cyrille needed. More infamy. Grr... Why did he keep on getting in situations that made people hate him? More? He needed to just stop going out. Everytime he did, something absolutely terrible seemed to happen.
As soon as Cyrille was sure that the kid was out of the woods, he let him go. He didn’t trust people to not do the most idiotic thing they possibly could, so he was still a bit antsy afterwards. It didn’t help things when the boy seemed to be one hundred percent okay with what had just happened.
Wait. What? How, even?! Cyrille kept on a straight face as he observed the youth, but couldn’t help but internally scream. This guy had almost just died and reacted as though Cyrille had simply caught something he was about to drop or something! Gah! Was everyone here freaking insane?! Cyrille was lucky he could hide his emotion so well. If not, he’d probably be making such a scary face at the moment that he’d scare this boy off.
To make sure he didn’t start to do anything that would make it incredibly obvious that Cyrille was kinda ticked, like rub the tension out of his hands, he decided to turn to go see if he could salvage his groceries. Then again, Cyrille figured this boy would not be able to notice the subtle gesture of rubbing his hand muscles, so Cyrille did anyway. They would hurt if he didn’t.
As expected, most of Cyrille’s groceries had been wrecked. Great. Just what he needed, another reason to go shopping. He just loved shopping. That was a lie. Once again, Cyrille reminded himself that he was a horrible liar. Perhaps he needed lessons.
Ugh. This guy was so carefree that he decided to brush the whole thing off with a simple “thanks”. Sure, Cyrille didn’t need compensation for his efforts. He would turn it down, actually. But what he wanted was more along the lines of an apology than a thanks. Virgil was ignored.
If Virgil had mentioned that the taffy was salt water (or Cyrille had been paying him attention), perhaps that would have made Cyrille’s mood a bit better. Cyrille really liked saltwater taffy... but regular taffy was different. Either way, he would have most likely declined. The boy also gave his name. Virgil. Didn’t ring a bell. Not someone important, and not someone he knew.
However, whether the boy knew him or not was a different story! Cyrille was infamous! Or at least, he was pretty sure he was. As far as his classes went, he was pretty on top of all of them. That would make him popular, right? Too bad he was such a freak or whatever the kids called it these days. ”Tch. I’ll pass.” Cyrille simply muttered as he finally tried to salvage his groceries and pick them up again. The polite thing was to say “Pleasure to meet you” and then say his own name, but it wasn’t a “pleasure”. However, Cyrille had the bright idea that perhaps if the boy knew who he was he’d run off. ”My name is Cyrille Lécuyer.”
Now that he thought about it, wouldn’t the guy be able to tell by the looks?
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Post by Virgil Viles on May 24, 2015 20:49:56 GMT -5
Hm. This guy seemed a little odd. It was almost like he was annoyed by Virgil's very presence. Nah, that couldn't be it. Cyrille was probably just nervous. Yeah that made sense, after all Virgil did notice him rubbing his hands a bit. Though, to be fair, it may have also had to do with the fact that Virgil's incident caused Cy to drop his bags. Probably would have been nice of him to help the guy who just saved his life. Virgil was kind of oblivious like that from time to time.
Still, there was no denying that this guy was super quiet. Luckily for him, Virgil was no stranger to these types of people. He'd just have to be extra friendly and talkative in order to get this guy out of his shell. Yes that was the perfect plan.
The purple-haired boy shrugged when Cyrille refused his offer of taffy and simply put the treats back into his pocket. Few people seemed to like taffy anyway. "Ooh, that's a pretty cool name. Sounds fancy." Virgil said as he chewed on the sticky candy.
This Cyrille fellow looked to be about Virgil's age, despite his taller and much more muscular appearance. The real question was whether or not he attended Shibusen like Virgil did. "So, are you a student at Shibusen as well? I just enrolled so I don't really know that many people." He swallowed his taffy after finishing the sentence.
Maybe if Virgil showed Cyrille his partial form he'd open up a bit. It was worth a shot. "I'm a Demon Shield by the way. See?" Virgil held out his arm and turned part of it into the top half of a purple and black shield. "Pretty cool, huh?" He asked Cyrille, smiling. "My arm always gets tingly when I do that. I'm still not completely use to it."
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Jun 10, 2015 19:55:01 GMT -5
“Fancy” was actually a word Cyrille was called a surprising amount. Yea, he supposed his whole appearance was odd, but fancy wasn’t really what he’d use to describe it. His name, on the other hand... Ah, Cyrille liked his name just fine. It was his last name that he wasn’t as fond of. Either way, he wouldn’t use “fancy” to describe those either. He was just French. Apparently Americans thought French was the most romantic language ever. He didn’t get it. Virgil’s comment earned no response.
The next one did, of course. Kid was enrolled in Shibusen. This was unsurprising, a large amount of Death City’s population were students at the city. If you were a teenager, you attending that school was kind of inferred. Or at least, Cyrille inferred such things. He probably wasn’t the best to ask since he rarely left school grounds.
They also said that they had just enrolled. Well then. Cyrille had just so happened to save someone who didn’t already have an opinion on him. So, no nice rumours about him might float around. Eh. He didn’t really care... It’s not like it’d matter in the long run anyway. Plus, Cyrille should just completely stop caring about social matters. It wasn’t good for him.
Virgil kept talking, and went on to say that he was a demon weapon. Hm. Neat. But, what was much much more neat was what he actually showed his weapon form to be. A shield? Gah, what a coincidence.
The reason Cyrille didn’t like his surname wasn’t because of how it sounded or looked or anything like that. No, it was what it meant. Cyrille meant “Lord”. That was fine. Lécuyer meant “Shield-bearer”. Ophélie had always said that she should be a shield, as she took his name to mean “Lord of the Shield-bearers”. She believed that someone called that wielding a shield would be way more perfect than a falchion. Cyrille didn’t really like his only friend at the time reprimanding herself for something so superficial that she couldn’t even control. She had stopped saying such things when he told her that, but he still didn’t like the name because of it.
Still, Cyrille wasn’t quite the type to get annoyed over someone having a form that brought back that kind of memory. It wasn’t even a bad memory, just a memory. He might have been in a bad place at the moment, but he wasn’t that much of an asshole. Though his curiosity was piqued, Cyrille still remained as expressionless as over as he talked. ”I’m a meister. One star, been here for a while now.”
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Post by Virgil Viles on Sept 1, 2015 23:14:16 GMT -5
Virgil was really starting to like Cyrille. He was a cool guy, though Virgil wished he'd talk a little more. He supposed that was okay in the end. Cyrille being a listener meant that Virgil could talk even more than usual. He really enjoyed talking. Besides, Cy would eventually warm up to him. They always did. Virgil's arm returned to normal as he listened to his new acquaintance speak.
So Cy was a one star meister? Interesting. In fact, it was perfect. Virgil hadn't met any meisters yet. Perhaps fate was bringing these two together. Or maybe he just got super lucky, who knows? "Nice!" Virgil commented after Cyrille was done speaking.
"I haven't been here for long so I'm still trying to meet everyone. You're the first meister I've met actually." He said. It was cool to hear that Cy was a one star just like him. That meant the two would probably see each other a lot more often. They might even have classes together. That'd be swell. "So how long have you gone to Shibusen anyway? Anything you like to do in your free time? I love reading. Oh boy, I could sit here for hours talking about all the stories I've read." He said matter-of-factly.
As he stood there chatting, Virgil got an idea. Cyrille said he'd been here for awhile, right? He probably knew all sorts of people from Shibusen. Making friends with everyone would be way easier with someone to help. "Oh oh, I know!" Virgil exclaimed. "Why don't you introduce me to some other students. You've gotta know a couple after going there for so long. It'd be loads of fun." Virgil once again started smiling. This idea was just so perfect that he couldn't help himself. The boy was ecstatic just thinking about meeting all of Cy's cool friends.
"We could start with your partner." Virgil suggested. The boy didn't bother asking whether or not Cyrille actually had a partner. Anyone as cool and collected as him had to have had one by now. Right?
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