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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2014 22:18:42 GMT -5
“Third floor, room three hundred and thirty-two…” Nolan squinted at the piece of paper handed to him by the student orientation leader, and then looked back up at the boys’ dormitory before him. It was a gorgeous building, almost mansion-like and most definitely not what he was expecting when he was told that he would be staying in a dorm. The orientation had gone smoothly, and although he was given a red nametag spelling “WEAPON” in all caps, he was unsuccessful in finding an immediate meister partner. But the leader had informed them all that since they were starting off as One-Star instead of NOT students, finding a partner instantaneously would be leagues more difficult simply because they had already developed their own soul wavelengths to the point that wavelength compatibility was necessary. Thus they couldn’t just randomly partner up for practice like the NOT students could.
Sighing with contentment, as he was still on an excitement high, Nolan approached the large double doors of the boys’ dorm, opening and sliding between them. As soon as he was inside he whistled appreciatively, grinning wide as he gazed upon the lavish interior. “Incredible!” He was used to very modest living conditions, so this was a major upgrade and also a bit of a culture shock. While climbing the staircase, he found himself reluctant to let his suitcase touch the floor for fear of somehow soiling the ground.
Once he had reached the third floor, Nolan strolled down one of the hallways, keeping track of the room numbers so he could make sure not to miss his. He found himself muttering to himself along the way. “Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one…aha!” Stopping outside of his new room, Nolan knocked on the door to room 332 with a large balled-up fist. “Hello, anyone home?” He opened the door slowly to peek inside, and then stuck out his bottom lip in a pout when he noticed that, although there were three beds available, none of them had been made yet. The room was also bare for the most part, which either meant that Nolan was the first one to get here, or that he was rooming alone. “Oh well…” He shrugged, picking the bed in the middle and dropping his bags and suitcases onto the ground beside him. He left the door open just in case his roommates were on their way, and also just because he was looking forward to meeting some of the other guys at Shibusen.
After unpacking the majority of his clothing into his dresser and the room’s closet, making his bed up with clean sheets, and placing various knick-knacks from home on the nightstand by his bed, Nolan sat down on the bed with a huff, his weight and size causing the bedframe to creak a bit. So far, nobody had even walked by the door, not even the superintendent; maybe everyone was in class?
Nolan shook his head, his long blonde hair swinging with the action. Might as well do something productive in the meantime, seeing as his classes didn’t begin until the next day. Reaching towards the ground he pulled his guitar case onto the bed beside him, opening it and extracting his pencil and paper from an interior pouch along with the acoustic guitar. He was in the middle of writing a song that he was intent on finishing. Placing his hands and fingers along the guitar and its strings, Nolan cleared his throat before running through what he had so far.
I can’t see what’s here in front of me, You can see me, but I’m blind To this feeling we share inside, Between us since the start, We can’t stay apart for long Too long and…and…
And what? Nolan loosened the grip on his guitar and picked up his pencil and paper, tapping the eraser to his lower lip thoughtfully. “Too long and…we’ll be torn apart? No, no, I already used ‘apart’…”
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Post by Irene Dixon on Apr 29, 2014 19:32:06 GMT -5
Lunch break.
This was a good a time as any to get this done right? Irene had agreed to take notes for one of her old friends. Derrik. A happy go lucky meister who had refused to let their ties break. Well… he refused to believe that their ties had broken. He had always been one to look on the bright side of things. Irene did not much consider him a friend any more. In fact, she hadn’t really talked to him until recently. Apparently he wasn’t feeling well and he wanted her to take some notes for him this morning. Seeing as paying attention was one of her good qualities, he chose her. While she didn’t want the extra duties, she did have a bit of a need to comply. She was trusted with a task, and they had been friends.
So here she was. Boys dorms. If she remembered correctly, he said his room was 306. Class had ended on time, but even during the lecture she had time to take her own set of notes and a set that he would easily understand. Notebooks cradled in her right arm, she fidgeted with the hem of her white shorts as she climbed the stairs. A small tick that was new, but she just wanted in and out of there. She just… had an uneasy feeling about being in this boys territory.
Moving down the hall, her eyes glanced over the numbers to the doors. She just needed 306. No more, no less. In no time she had located the room. When she lifted her hand to rap lightly on the door, a piece of paper caught her eye. Taped to the door was a note.
Just leave it here. I know you’re not much for talking and I don’t want you sick too! You’re great, thanks so much.
The idea of smiling crossed Irene’s mind. She appreciated the gesture, which he obviously knew. Setting the one notebook on the ground, leaning against the door, she turned to head back down the hallway. Straightening her black tank, it seemed as if she were ready to depart the scene. Finally! One might have noticed a bit of a skip in the booted girl’s steps. Maybe… probably not. Though she still looked blank as normal, Irene was inwardly glad to be done with this.
Wait.
What was that.
The blankness of her expression faded as a more deadly look seeped into her eyes. A glare and her lips forming a thin line, her eyes traveled down the hallway. What was that sound, why was it so loud, and why did everyone in this F***ing school think that they should sing along with anything that came to mind? Why couldn’t they keep to themselves for once?
Moving down the hallway, it took her little time at all to find the room that held the irritating child. However, by the time she stood in the doorway, the anger had faded from her expression. Mixed…. emotions were in her. With that occurring, she could only return to one state. Her blankness. It held comfort, reassurance, safety…. Her blank look. Let them know nothing, don’t let them know what she may be thinking.
What was the reasoning for this change? The lyrics. While it seemed like a love song, it could also be interpreted for family or close friends. At least in her mind. The thing that really rang with her was the later lines. Being apart… Those with a strong relationship. Music had been something she had been avoiding, even hating. She should turn around right now. Except… she was already in the doorway. Even leaning against it… Arms crossed with her notebook in front of her chest, right shoulder against the doorway, she watched the male singing.
”You just said the word ‘long’ too. I don’t know where you’re going with it, but I would say something along the lines of ‘For desertion creates an artificial heart.’”
Imagine that. Irene mentioning being deserted. Hardening the heart. But, the surprising thing was that she spoke to him without slicing the guitar strings with her partial form. In fact, her voice was pretty even, normal for her. And don’t forget her blank face.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 20:30:42 GMT -5
Nolan blinked as he was pulled back to reality. Music often had a sort of hypnotic effect on him. The last thing he expected to find when looking over to the door was a woman, leaning against the doorway and giving him a strangely emotionless gaze. Not that he was complaining; she was a whole lot of woman, too. Tall, pretty, and giving off an aura that Nolan read as “I don’t take no shit”…Okaaayyyyy, maybe he should stop checking her out. And maybe this once he could make an exception for a girl inexplicably being in the boys’ dorm. Well anyways, friends were friends; he had left the door open with the purpose of drawing people in. He raised a curious eyebrow, smirking at the girl with an amused expression. “'For desertion creates an artificial heart’? That’s a little morbid, don’t you think?” Nonetheless he shrugged, scribbled a few notes down on the paper and then picked his guitar up once again. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, staring at a random corner in the room. “Hmm…how about…”We can’t stay apart for long, For distance paints a colored heart To white… Grinning, he grabbed the pencil and paper to scribble a few more things down, placing them gently on the bed and then returning his gaze to the girl. “Thanks for that, I’ve been stuck on that line for days. It may sound sad so far, but don’t worry, I plan to make the chorus a lot more...hopeful.” About to stand up to go over and introduce himself, he remembered he had his guitar in his lap and chuckled. Instead he scooted over towards the head of the bed, patting the space next to him. “Care to join me? I promise I don’t bite…much.” He winked playfully and then chuckled again to himself. He usually found his own jokes leagues funnier than other people did. Word Count: 317 Tagged: Irene
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 2, 2014 14:29:06 GMT -5
It was like snapping him out of his different world. Irene had long forgotten what that felt like. She understood being stuck in her own mind, her thoughts flowing in a continuous pattern of observance and logic. But… the music world… She had dismissed it a long time ago. Once upon a time, she would have known the feeling of being pulled out of the trance of music and having to look at someone who had spoken to her. Not today. Not now.
Here, this male was the one being pulled from the inner song. He didn’t look irritated though, just merely moving along with what was happening. Irene kept her gaze on him, even if his eyes weren’t focused on her face. He was looking her over, that much was obvious to her, though she didn’t exactly register that the male was checking her out.
Dropping the arm that wasn’t against the doorway, she held the notebook in that hand. The other arm still crossed a bit in front of her body, but she looked somewhat comfortable nestled in the doorway. Far enough that she could make an escape, but close enough that she could address him further if she chose. He spoke to her, that was heard. He spoke that her line was morbid, or at least in his viewpoint. Irene couldn’t disagree more. Many studies had been done where being deserted by someone who was close to the person would cause severe issues. Maybe that wasn’t the way his song was going, but she didn’t see it as morbid, she saw it as realistic. That’s where she saw his words going… that’s where everything went. Straight to hell.
Her shrug mimicked his somewhat. She didn’t feel the need to comment further. He could shrug off her idea, she shouldn’t really have said anything anyway. In fact… why had she chimed in? It was music. By now, shouldn’t she have told him to shut his mouth? Did the words really draw her that much or was she just looking for something to connect to?
For a split second, a bit of irritation crossed her face, but then vanished once again. One, she was irritated that she was still near this music. Two, he had started singing again. Three, what in the hell was a colored heart versus a white heart? What was that supposed to mean? At least her words made sense. He was sitting on ponies and rainbows, coloring hearts, and showering sparkles. Damn him. Damn him and his music.
”I did nothing.”
Her answer immediately followed his first bit of speech, almost sounding like she was biting back. Almost. Her expression was back to remaining blank, tension didn’t remain in her body either. ”Your song doesn’t worry me. And hoping for people is something that shouldn’t be expressed to often. You’ll never know who’s going to stamp that into the dirt.” Once again, her words were on the brink of coming off negatively. This time, a threat. Really, Irene had no intention of threatening him, but she really didn’t care if it sounded as such either. This was her opinion. And more times than not, peoples hopes did get smashed into the ground.
The laugh caught her off guard. More like a chuckle or bit of happiness. Where did that come from? She noticed the slight shift in his positioning, but she hadn’t realized he was getting up, especially since he remained seated. Not moving from her spot either, she instantly declined the invitation with a shake of her head. A wink and another laugh was most likely more than she could take. This was a friendly sort of person, obviously hopeful, he was new, and he probably wanted friends. He wouldn’t get that from her.
”I bite.”
She replied back, shifting her weight now, moving herself off the doorframe. Her hand that didn’t hold the notebook straightened her tanktop, then she started to turn to leave the doorway. Hesitating a moment, the woman glanced back to him once again.
”Some cling to hope because it’s all they have. Others discard it to rid themselves of weakness. I wonder who has better sense.”
And she did wonder. Second guessing herself as she does often. Maybe ridding oneself of hope was a mistake. To cling to nothing positive... was that the way to do things? Though she wasn't about to change her mind on how she carried on, she often wondered if she should have done something else.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 1:07:13 GMT -5
Nolan noticed that the girl had shrugged when he did, but he hadn’t paid it much mind. He figured that it was pretty much a sign of indifference to whether or not he decided to use her lyric suggestion. He in fact liked the general gist of her suggestion, but just changed the vocabulary and wording around to fit into the rest of the song. He had missed her expression of irritation, though, which probably would’ve signaled to him that she was frustrated with his interpretation of what she suggested.
He was a little taken aback with how quickly she rebuked his thanks. It was bordering on rude, but not quite completely there. He eyed her curiously, but nothing seemed different about her body language in the least. She was still casually leaning against the doorway and holding that blank facial expression. What she said next, though, made it sound like she considered hope to be a liability. Nolan frowned in response, confused with the girl’s intentions. “Hey, I wouldn’t say that…” Was this girl being serious right now?
Oh, so she bites? She was a rather negative person, and Nolan had definitely gotten the hint; she didn’t want anything to do with him. But then why did she hesitate on her departure and continue to talk to him? This girl was quite confusing. “Hope is only a weakness to people who are afraid,” Nolan commented, setting his guitar to the side. This girl obviously had her morals mixed up, and she must’ve decided for some unknown reason that he was going to be the one to help her get everything straightened out. Lucky for her, Nolan didn't really mind. “Well…I’ve seen that for people who aren’t afraid of getting hurt in the process, hope can be their greatest strength." He played with his suspenders as he thought out his response to her. From what he has seen, he would need to be convincing and to-the-point in order to keep this girl's interest. "...Life will throw disappointments and hardships your way to try and trip you up, but you just have to persevere; thinking positively usually helps people deal with that. After all, how are you supposed to become happy if you can't even believe it to be possible in the first place, eh?” Nolan shrugged again; that's how he saw the world, and a big part of the reason why he chose to be optimistic most of the time.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 4, 2014 11:23:09 GMT -5
Maybe she had jumped too much to conclusions.
Being confronted with music that caused her to recall her own thoughts and emotions… it had been a while. This probably mixed her mind up, but she could settle it quickly. There didn’t have to be one person with more sense than another. Some people needed hope, she couldn’t dismiss that point. For some, they needed that positive energy, and they could create hope out of everything and anything. Not everyone was that lucky. Some people couldn’t find hope in every situation. Irene could not find hope in every situation.
This boy, judging from his words, not only did he cling to hope, but he could generate it. His first words of defense of his beloved hope and positiveness. Which, really didn’t make her mad. Everyone had their own coping mechanisms with life. She had just chosen a different path.
What Nolan didn’t fully realize is that her phrase of ‘I bite’ wasn’t necessarily just to say she didn’t want anything to do with him, but so much more. She didn’t want mixed up with music again, she didn’t want people, she didn’t want friends, and she was warning him, that she easily offended many people.
But his next words… Hope is only a weakness to people who are afraid. She merely shook her head at . Now that she completely disagreed with. Fear was constant. Everyone had fear, everyone held some sort of fear, and only fools held no fear. For fear is not the problem, but the lack of reacting to fear in a productive way.
”If those words are true, then everyone should abandon hope. Because fear is always among us. Thankfully, I don’t find your statement true at all.”
Her face was still blank, but she had turned her body once again to face him. Maybe half a step out of the doorway, but he had her attention again. If he wanted to address this, so be it. For now. She could entertain these thoughts for a short while. Notebook remaining in her hand at her side, her body weight shifted to the right somewhat. He put his guitar down… was she going to be approached? Lord Death she hoped not…
He let him speak. Tell her of hope giving great strength. Disappointments, hardships, persevere, blah blah blah. She had heard this all before. IN FACT. Derrik was like the King of trying to make her happy again. They should meet… they could talk about how to totally annoy her with their hope. But even while Irene thought about the two, she found them amusing. While she didn’t agree this mindset was right for her, they were still funny in their own way.
After Nolan had finished, Irene decided to show him where his thoughts were slightly skewed, as well as tell how she worked differently.
”It isn’t that people aren’t afraid of getting hurt. It’s just that they can create this hope stronger than their fear. Which is great, but I use other means to overcome my fears.”
Shrugging a bit after her stated “correction,” she kept her gaze firmly on Nolan to continue on.
”People can have great strength in hope. I spoke too quickly earlier. People need different things to succeed. I take my hardships, disappointments, and trips with a different sort of mindset and hope. You may call it ‘hope’ but it isn’t the same as yours. I hold a more realistic mindset that something bad is always going to happen. The degree varies. I also believe that I will never be happy. While I believe it is possible that could change, I don’t cling to a hope for it. I will deal with life day by day. I will do my best. I will persevere. But I will not look to cling to hope in that everything may magically fall together into sunshine and rainbows.”
Hope was such… an odd word to say over and over again. Because, what really was hope? Just a positive outlook? Just a feeling to want the positive to happen? People had different ways of ‘defining’ it. And she probably had circled through about three of them in this past conversation. Oh well. He could call her out on it if he wanted, or he could drop it.
What she was thankful for, was that he put that dang guitar down.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 15:12:10 GMT -5
Okay, now his head was starting to hurt. Nolan wasn’t exactly used to high-intelligence philosophical conversations like this. He got the general gist of what she was trying to say, and her viewpoint seemed valid. That was good enough for him. This girl seemed casual enough, too, so it wasn’t like he felt threatened or anything by her. In fact, he was rather impressed with her apparent levels of intellect; he briefly wondered if she was one of those kinds of people who could ace a test with little or no studying. Nolan knew for sure that he was not that kind of student.
He found himself feeling a little sorry for her. She thinks that she’ll never be able to be happy? That kind of mindset couldn’t possibly be easy to deal with every day. Nolan frowned slightly, but quickly changed his expression back to a softer smile. Well, even if she might have some emotional issues going on, it wasn’t really any of his business to pry. Plus she appeared to have a level head on her shoulders; he could at least be friendly with her if not actually be friends. “Hmm, point taken,” he responded, bending over the edge of the bed to start removing his boots. Once they were off his feet he sat pretzel-legged on the bed, his face breaking out into a wide grin once again. “So, the name’s Nolan! I’m a weapon in the EAT class.” Rocking back and forth a bit, he soon lost his balance and rocked completely onto his back, laughing before stretching out so that he was lying across the bed. His head and arms were handing off one side and his legs off the other. “What’s your name, love?” He asked, long blond locks dangling over the bed's edge.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 6, 2014 1:45:57 GMT -5
She should have seen it coming. The spark leaving his eyes, a more emptiness coming from someone who was no longer investing interest and heat into the conversation. It didn’t mean he wasn’t listening, didn’t mean he didn’t care… it just meant that this man was probably going to let her have the last word. While it didn’t bother her, she debated whether or not she should have said so much. It was too late now of course, but that lingering doubt….
Another look slid into his body language, one Irene didn’t quite place. And that was all for the better. If she had known he was feeling sorry for her, she might have socked him in the face then and there. Nothing got her blood boiling more. Thankfully, such was not the case now. Still holding her normal calm, the blank expression, the passive stance… Her eyes remained on him, but they danced around as if searching for information.
Irene did not understand the frown to the smile. Where the frown came from or why this warm smile was taking its place on his face. Was he frowning from what she said? Most likely. It was rare that anyone agreed with her, many called her a fool, weak, inconsiderate, sad, and the list went on. People just didn’t think about it like she did. Her way made sense too.
Point taken.
Was he dismissing her? Her head cocking to the side just slightly, she repressed the urge to look curious. What exactly did that mean? Did he just need something to say to notify her that he had listened? Was it just something to shrug off her words? Did he not even understand? Those were such odd words to say…..
Things only got more odd.
For her at least. The male took his boots off. Not something abnormal, it was his room afterall. But… it was all so… childish? Take the shoes off, the way he folded his legs, the grin instantly taking over his face, his rolling and falling back on the bed… Would he rival these Kaylin or Bang characters she had heard of? Weird people… This school was full of such different thinkers. Why didn’t people question them and their thought processes more? Was it because they were happy? Because they smiled? Was she a problem simply because she didn’t look pleased?
Mentally shaking her head, she let the thoughts die away. This male had said something in the midst of his antics, what was it? Nolan. Weapon. Her gaze moving slowly over the male, she realized how large he looked in comparison to the standard sized bed. He was a tall man. Sprawled about, he seemed to make himself right at home. A leisurely type.
Love?
Taking a step forward, Irene assumed her original position of leaning against the doorway. Her expression hadn’t changed still, even though his last word struck her with confusion. Why say that to her? They just met? There was no reason… It made them seem emotionally connected, and she didn’t want that.
But, how could she deny someone a look at her partial form? It was one of the few things she loved. Holding back a smile, the life in her eyes could not be denied as she held up her right hand, still holding the notebook in her left. Hand in a fist, arm straight out in front of her, the woman spoke.
”Irene Dixon. Partner of Levi Kastein.”
Immediately following her last word, a dim light covered her hand. In that moment of flashing light, her partial form took its place on her hand. A dark metal over her knuckles, a blade protruding out from her normal hand. That energy still obvious in her eyes, she glanced to her partial form, then back to Nolan. The light returned, washing over her hand and dispelling the partial form. Only human flesh remained. Lowering her hand, she spoke a few more words.
”Demon Corseque.”
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 15:50:58 GMT -5
Nolan had definitely noticed the way the girl had scanned him over with her ever-emotionless gaze. Could it be that she was checking him out? No…that seemed a bit too out-of-character for her, at least as far as he could tell. She must’ve been sizing him up or something along those lines. Which he wouldn’t blame her for doing; he sort of did the same thing to her when she first appeared in his doorway. Speaking of which, she had returned to her previous position of leaning against the door instead of being out in the hallway. Maybe she was interested in being friends? Nolan quickly perked up at that thought.
Gasping and flipping over onto his stomach, Nolan watched with rapt attention as the young woman—Irene was her name?—partial transformed right there in front of him. In a flash of light her hand was enveloped and then revealed to have dark metal blades across her knuckles. “You’re a weapon, too? Awesome!” The lively glint in Irene’s eyes didn’t go unnoticed by the Canadian, and he beamed as he stood up from the bed to approach her. This was a new side to Irene that Nolan hasn't seen yet; not only her partial transformation, but that glint in her eye was intriguing and possibly hinting towards her beginning to enjoy her interaction with him. Well, at least he hoped that’s what it meant.
He raised a confused eyebrow. “A corseque?” He honestly had no idea what the heck that was. Scratching his head, he frowned in thought. “Uhh…isn’t that one of those things women wear around their torsos to make them look skinnier?” Grinning, he revealed that he honestly didn’t think that’s what it was; if anything he meant that as a joke. Chuckling softly, he held up his right hand. “Just kidding, I know that’s a corset. Anyways, watch this…” In an instant his hand had glowed white and then partial transformed into a steel hatchet head. “Yeah, I’m a Demon Hatchet,” He continued, looking over his hatchet hand with admiration before letting it fall loosely to his side…
Whump! Jumping a bit, Nolan looked down to find his hatchet hand buried in the wooden doorway. “Ah!” He exhaled, briefly panicking to remove his hand and pulling out a small chunk of wood in the process. He then reverted his hand back to bone and flesh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uhhh, hehe…whoops?” Returning his gaze back to Irene, he flashed her a sheepish grin. “Guess I’m more used to chopping wood than I thought, haha.”
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 6, 2014 22:15:21 GMT -5
Some unknown force kept pushing this man forward into an even happier state…. Was he really so driven to be full of hope and happiness? Really… she had seen people cling to a joyous nature before, but it was like nothing at all just kept this man abuzz. Irene couldn’t figure it out, but… she gave off no real expression of being confused either. Still leaning against the door, not finding any reason to part herself from the position, yet.
The sharp intake of air, him flipping over, Irene felt like she was watching a child. Well, in hindsight at least. In the moment, she was enveloped in her own movements. Her partial form, her weapon form. She loved this side of her. Irene took such comfort in the cold metal, the isolation of her whole transformation, the strength of the weapon blood… It was just amazing and wonderful. His exclamation is where she remembered his almost childlike movements. He was just so excitable. But, why shouldn’t he be? Weapon blood was certainly a grand thing. Nolan should know, he held his own form within him as well.
Then he was up. Gaze shifting to his feet, a bit of uncertainty slipped into her expression. Hesitating in her mind, she didn’t know whether she should move or not. Retreat? Stay where she was and hold her ground? The thing that made her want to retreat was the way he seemed to radiate energy and excitement. Irene didn’t move away, she had eventually decided to not back down, though she assumed she would regret it later.
Her weapon form was repeated in question form. Inside, Irene was a bit insulted. She loved her weapon form, to have it questioned cut at her heart a tiny bit. But the next part floored her. Eyes widening just slightly and a light pink hue just barely surfacing on her cheeks, Irene couldn’t force herself to say anything in reply. What do you say to that? When someone asks if your weapon form is a woman’s undergarment?
This was all quickly remedied, seeing as the grin that slid across his face (in an evil fashion, at least in her own mind). He was kidding. This punk was pulling her leg. Face settling easily back into its normal expressionless self, her gaze relaxed as well, here eyes no longer widened or holding any surprise.
Poor kid. His laughter would be met with this blankness.
Irene had no idea how to react to this man… He had just called her underwear, basically. And it was all a joke? Was that supposed to be funny? Or was it one of those mean jokes people played to belittle others? Either way, she didn’t really care. She was strong, her partner was strong. They worked well as a team and accomplished what they needed. But… she CERTAINLY was not going to be wrapped around that man’s torso. That mentally made her shudder. No. No thank you.
Watch this?
Was she going to witness his partial form now? Interest, a fainter spark than before entered her eyes. Weapon blood would never cease to amaze her. She would gladly experience his weapon form with him. The flash of light, covering the skin, only dying away to reveal a bladed hand. Was that… like an axe?
His words only confirmed this, her eyes following his arm as he dropped it to his side. HEY WAIT. Mentally, she screamed this, but nothing came from her mouth. It was already too late. The hatchet had embedded itself into the doorway across from her. This, had caused her to further push her body into the doorway she leaned against. Away from the male who couldn’t properly wield himself. Damn… Was he empty headed?
Shaking her head, she almost looked disappointed. Almost. The expression didn’t largely change, but the way she looked at him, it was almost scolding. Peeling her arm off the doorway she was against, she faced him. Torso to torso. Not touching of course, but straight looking at him.
”Our blood is amazing and very important. All the more reason you need to control yourself.”
Motioning to the door with her free hand, she glanced to the chunk missing from the door and then back to Nolan’s face.
”We are strong. That means we need to take care to control ourselves. Only the foolish let their abilities control them. You need to control your abilities.”
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2014 0:07:00 GMT -5
For a moment there, Nolan had thought that Irene would take offense from his joke, her eyes widening and a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. His brief worries were quelled as soon as he had begun laughing, though, as her facial expression returned to the one before. Or rather, the lack of facial expression from before; it was a bit awkward to be laughing and met with such a brick wall. Maybe making a joke wasn’t the best idea he’s ever had, ‘cause she sure didn’t seem to appreciate it. But then again she wasn’t complaining, so it was anyone’s guess, really.
She also had subtly leaned away from him after the hatchet-door incident, which he understood. Heck, he’d probably have done the same thing if the situation was reversed; stupid clumsiness. And then she shook her head; something about the way she was looking at him felt almost scolding to Nolan. This was confirmed when she faced him directly, standing not all that far from his face.
He flinched slightly from her scolding, taking on a somewhat dejected look. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that, love…” He rubbed his arm, a little uncomfortable at the moment. “Sometimes I forget how big I am, and my physical boundaries get all fuzzy, hehe…” He ended his excuse with some nervous laughter. Did she just call him foolish? Her statement seemed like advice and passive-aggressiveness at the same time. “But I usually can control it!” He responded, a small smile creeping its way back onto his face; he just got an idea that would be quite amusing to execute.
“So, Irene…” He began, shuffling forward a little so the two of them were standing even closer. His smile remained small but his eyes were twinkling with glee. “Do you want to hold my weapon?” The innuendo was very much on purpose, and he had to bite his lower lip slightly to refrain from grinning full out. However, he had meant what he said; he liked showing off his weapon form, in all honesty.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 7, 2014 1:04:52 GMT -5
Thankfully, Nolan didn’t stress her brief lapse of expression. She had felt her own skin heat up in those few seconds, the surprise of being referred to something SO far from her actual weapon form. But he said nothing, didn’t pull it into the light. Irene was thankful for that, whether the man would ever know it or not.
The whole feel of this meeting had quickly changed. Heck, the whole time it had changed. First from song, to bitter words, to clinging to hope, to dwelling with fear, to teasing her about a corset, to taking control of one’s abilities. A huge back and forth of conversation. Is that how things normally were between people? She felt like she didn’t remember her friendships being like that. Her and her old partner… they got along in almost everything. Irene had really changed that much. While she knew it, this was a different perspective of herself.
But now was the time to make him better. This was a school afterall. He was new, she didn’t know his face, and obviously he had some things to focus on. For as big as he was, she was surprised to see such a reaction to her words. A flinch? He looked so hurt by her words. She hadn’t even really said anything, not worth such a look anyway. At least, she didn’t believe so. However, she wouldn’t let up. It was important for weapons to realize their abilities and not let them get out of hand. Meisters were strong, but a weapon with no control put them at risk. She wouldn’t have that, not if she could do anything about it.
His discomfort was obvious, no one liked being told to watch themselves. But his joy was soon back. Laughter coming from him, though it seemed a tad held back, he wrapped up his scolding with a more upbeat exclamation. But one word she still hung onto.
Usually.
Usually.
The word stuck with Irene, a small nagging word at the front of her mind. Her eyes narrowing only slightly, it was hard to pinpoint what exactly had changed in her mostly expressionless face. But… the woman looked more fierce, like she might just jump at him. She ignored the smile for now. Her words cutting in before he had a chance to entertain his idea.
”Usually isn’t good enough.”
The words were sharp. With a little bite to them. She did warn him afterall.
”It takes one screw up to hurt the ones you love.”
Pausing for only a moment, her gaze shifted accusingly to the dent in the wall from his hatchet.
”One misjudgement of physical boundaries to slay a comrade. So never allow yourself to settle with usually. Because I will not be the one at your side waiting to die.
Silence. She was sure that would linger for a second. Death was something new people didn’t enjoy the thought of, didn’t want to think of. People died here. The stars missions were dangerous things. And dangerous things were afoot. She knew of the coming of that bird monster. The vicious scream that drove students mad. Something was coming. Something bad. And hell if she was going to let people accept “usually” as a good thing.
But, he just continued on. The happy go lucky sport. Ha. She couldn’t turn down the joy of her weapon form, or any weapon. Her expression calming into her normalness, she returned to her blankness. Well… maybe with a slight upward curve of her lips. Maybe. Very slight. Or an illusion.
Regardless of his closeness, Irene didn’t back away and didn’t allow herself to appear uncomfortable. She had decided before that she wasn’t backing down. The only fluke being when he tried to take out the door frame with his hatchet form. While she would have taken him up on him becoming his hatchet form, she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of Usually Man throwing his hatchet self at her. Safer bet was for her to transform.
He was holding back his smile by biting his lip after he spoke. Why was that? It was a simple question, right? Whatever. Shrugging it off mentally, she shook her head once again, but this time no hidden look accompanied it. Just the faint excitement to vaguely mirror his.
”My weapon form. I want to keep my body intact, without a hatchet sticking out of me.”
And that’s all the warning she gave him. Light overtaking her whole body, the comfort of her weapon form enveloped her, physically, mentally, and emotionally. A wondrous feeling. Her corseque form. Where she felt whole. Standing straight up as a polearm as the light dimmed, her light colored, metal staff stood straight up, balancing for a moment or two. Dark blade protruding towards the ceiling, with one winged blade to each side. Hopefully he’d catch her. If not, she’d be pissed when she transformed back.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2014 23:01:31 GMT -5
Oooookay, so Nolan was beginning to feel slightly intimidated by Irene. Her eyes had narrowed slightly, but just enough to be noticeable and Nolan wasn’t exactly sure how to deal with that. Was she going to slap him? Punch him? He honestly couldn’t tell anything besides that something was going to happen that he wouldn’t particularly like. After all, she had been pretty much emotionless for the entirety of their conversation. What had he said to cause an actual visible reaction?
Oh: “Usually”. Yeah, he definitely didn’t like where this was going. He wasn’t good enough as he was? He couldn’t help it that he wasn’t completely sound with his weapon form yet. Heck, today was literally his first day at Shibusen; shouldn’t Irene cut him some slack? He highly doubted she had full control of every single one of her abilities upon arrival at the school, and even if she did that couldn’t be a normal thing. His friendly expression wavered, a subtle frown beginning to form at her sharp words. He watched as her gaze drifted to the missing wedge of wood from the doorway.
Death?? Okay, at no point did Nolan mention that he was fine with himself not being able to control his weapon form one hundred percent of the time. And yet here this girl was, jumping to conclusions once again. He was well aware of the dangers of combat and what being partners with someone entailed, but he hadn’t even started class yet let alone had found a meister partner like Irene had. His expression rather agitated, Nolan opened his mouth to retort. “Please tell me at what point I said I was okay with my current abilities. I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to tell me how I feel about myself, thank you.” One thing Nolan knew for sure is that he constantly wanted to improve on himself; this included control over his weapon form.
He watched as Irene—somewhat enthusiastically—transformed completely before him. Nolan motioned to prevent her from clattering to the ground, catching her in the middle of the metal pole. What a strange weapon she made; a pole with two blades at one end? So that’s what a corseque looked like. Nolan turned her over and around in his hands a bit, studying the corseque and then holding it back out for her to revert back to normal. He honestly was still a little annoyed with her words from before and didn’t feel too much like complementing her.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 7, 2014 23:27:22 GMT -5
He wasn’t expecting this. Heck, she wasn’t expecting this. She got extremely worked up about this though. People shrugging things off like ‘usually’ was good enough. Joking around, grinning, when there was so much to do. Irene wasn’t going to have it. And she didn’t. That’s why she spoke up. She had a need to tell him that a good chance wasn’t the same as dependable. She did notice that his expression had changed. The energy was fading. So was his hope.
Interesting.
The smile was slowly diminishing, the corner of her lips starting to fall. The gleam was fading from his eye. The friendliness from before was turning into more of a wall. Oh where was your faith and joy now, soldier? But, she shouldn’t be one to talk. She sat her expressionlessness aside to show him her distaste in what he had to say.
The death thing got him though. Irene caught the change. His mind must be screaming at him right now. But what would he do with it? What exactly was he thinking? He was growing irritated. But was it because she basically called him weak? Because he felt inferior? What was the actual root of his anger? She would soon find out, seeing as he was speaking.
Good tactic. Pointing out he hadn’t said anything about him being okay with settling with his lack of control. However, she could mention how his physical cues hinted to him not caring about it. The smiles, the way he shrugged it away like nothing. Maybe he was trying not to embarrass himself, but it was still a way of making it seem less important. But it WAS important. He could cause someone’s life to end. Being carefree all the time had its costs. Like her, maybe he had a mask. His insecurities were covered with joy, hers with impassiveness.
For now, she would let it go. It was weapon time. Something she loved beyond all else. Having taken her form, she didn’t think he would let her drop. Even if she irritated him, he didn’t seem the type to let someone fall. Afterall, it’s not like she said anything really nasty. Right? And he didn’t let her drop. Reveling in the emptiness of her weaponform, the darkness, and the comfort. If one could have seen her, she would have looked happy. It was… different, when it was just her. Levi, had her on edge. But this… this was her. And just her.
After a few moments, she realized that Nolan might be done with this. She hadn’t really been paying attention. He probably looked over her, but he said nothing. Probably still miffed with her. He had shifted position slightly, holding her farther from his body. Taking this as a sign, she let the light envelope her once again. Taking back her human form, the faint hint of a smile died away as the light did. Standing in front of him once again. The female looked interested, mostly just with a gaze. She didn’t look angry nor more intimidating than normal. True, her lips held no real clue to what she was thinking, nor any other facial feature. Just her eyes. Attention on him.
Leaning back against the doorway, she crossed her arms loosely in front of herself. The notebook had fallen to the floor minutes ago. Having been dropped at her transformation. Such a simple thing to be forgotten in the presence of such awesomeness.
”You didn’t say you were okay with your abilities. You made excuses for it, verbally and physically.”
Her words didn’t sound harsh, if anything, there was a bit of lightness to them. Almost like this was a game.
”There was no drive to get better in your eyes. Just a semi-embarrassed grin and dismissive words. You may have not told me word for word you don’t care, but what you do and how you said things definitely told me that it wasn’t a problem.”
Her eyes on him, she still didn’t return to her more angry look. This boy was… interesting. She really hadn’t expected harsh words back at her. Don’t tell him how he feels. Ha. That’s like her unofficial occupation. To observe and to know. She loved it. And constantly wanted to test herself.
”If you do care. Showing it isn’t bad. That’s how you find help.”
Shifting away from the door, she uncrossed her arms. Taking a few steps closer to him, she stopped in front of him. Gave a bit of a nod of her head, then crouched down for a moment. Retrieving her notebook. Standing once again, book in hand, she returned her gaze to the man.
”You feel hopeful. Excited and nervous about a new school. You like people, you want to make friends. This is all a new adventure for you. I annoy you and you don’t completely understand me, but your friendly self still wants to like me somewhat. How far off am I?”
Her voice still held that lightness to it. Like… he had challenged her. Telling her to not tell him how she felt. She couldn’t let that slide, could she? It was almost too fun. Sadly, she wasn’t totally sure about all those assumptions. She hadn’t had enough information to truly know, but she hoped that most of it was right, if only to prove a point. Here was hoping! The woman waited, remaining directly in front of him, her stance somewhat passive, opposite of the aggressiveness she had spoken with before.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 20:38:55 GMT -5
Once the light had faded and Irene had successfully reverted back from her weapon form, Nolan stared boldly into her eyes. He was intent on showing her that he was going to stand his ground no matter what she planned to say to him. However, what he saw in her eyes confused him: interest? Or at least some sort of attentiveness. He gave her a wary gaze as she leaned back against the doorway and crossed her arms, still as casual as ever. What could she possibly be thinking? Nolan was usually good at reading people, but with Irene he was getting nothing. Zip. Not a single predictable thought.
When she began to speak, he raised a curious eyebrow. Was she toying with him? The lighter tone to her voice sure would indicate that was the case…If so, he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of seeing him irritated. His expression swiftly melted back into his usual warm smile and hooded eyes as he gave his response. “Yeah, I did make excuses for myself, didn’t I? Sorry ‘bout that.” He leaned against the opposite side of the doorway from Irene, sliding his hands into his pockets. “But that’s just my usual body language. It’s not the best indicator of what I’m thinking.” He noted that Irene was still staring at him in that subtly calculating way.
And then she proceeded to comfort Nolan. Or rather, offer advice that could be considered…almost friendly. Maybe Nolan had gotten the wrong idea about this young woman. He watched as she approached him and then crouched to retrieve her fallen notebook, returning to a standing position and eyeing the Canadian boy. What she spoke of next caught Nolan off guard, and he found himself staring at her with his mouth open, the corners of his lips still turned upward in a small smile. “Wow...that’s actually pretty accurate,” He commended Irene, now openly grinning. “Except the part about me being nervous and thinking that you’re annoying. You’re just…different, that’s all. Aaaand a little blunt.” Nolan chuckled a bit at that last comment of his.
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