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Post by Elias Larenz on Jun 10, 2014 18:16:00 GMT -5
Shibusen’s library was rather large, or at the very least it was compared to the libraries Elias had been to while still living in Germany. He had rarely exited his own home, and therefore picked up the hobby of reading as a non-dangerous way to pass the time. Activities that either required to be done outside in warmer weather, or activities that required excessive movement were out of the question for him. To cope with a disease that was often fatal, Elias had shut himself off from quite a few things he might have enjoyed if he could.
Because of the inability to frequently travel from his home, the boy had really only ever been to one library before. That had been more than enough, as Elias’ expectations were small to nonexistent, Shibusen’s library had especially made a good impression on him, among other things. Elias had made it a point to visit the library fairly often, and today was no exception.
Today, Elias was reading up on “The Battle of the Moon”. He had heard of it before, just not in quite so much detail. ”Huh. The idea of an immortal legion of zombie clowns is kinda a funny one. Though, kishins are insane, right? So it would make sense for one to think of dressing an army in such a way...” The boy thought to himself, as he reached the end of the page. The book, while not long persay, had rather thin pages. Flipping the pages proved difficult, when you couldn’t make the proper precise movements to do so. Such was the curse of wearing fabulous looking gloves all the time.
It wasn’t just the gloves’ fault, actually. Though certainly an annoyance, his movements would be just as clumsy without them. Elias lacked any nerves. Not just in the mental sense, either. He had no sense of touch. Elias was rather sure he’d skipped multiple pages while trying to flip them. Though he had tried taking off the gloves momentarily, his hands were bandaged, meaning no additional friction would be of use.
This particular page was being of particular nuisance. The last page had ended with something rather interesting, meaning skipping a page would simply be out of the question. Elias, while not really impatient, frequently got rather upset at his inability to do something normal people could. What was worse was how he most likely looked like an idiot to any possible bystanders. That was what was really bothering him. ”Tsk...” He muttered under his breath, quickly bringing a hand through his hair as his body tensed up.
Another problem with lacking any nerves - again, of the physical kind - was that Elias had no idea if he was injuring himself. To be specific, he often chewed on his tongue and cheeks, drawing blood should his body tense up. However, Elias was rather fortunate in a way. Most people with the disability he had also lacked the sense of taste. He, did not. And, he absolutely hated the taste of blood, so fortunate was a give or take kind of term.
”Gah!” The boy suddenly exclaimed, loudly, as the taste of blood began to fill his mouth. The impulsive reflex drew the attention of quite a few people nearby. They were probably wondering as to why the boy had made such a noise so suddenly. Whether they were annoyed or worried, the eyes staring at him were not exactly welcome. Elias quickly turned his head down, hoping that the other students would eventually return to what they were doing before.
Elias’ face had become slightly flushed. Not completely from embarrassment, mind, his body had grown to a higher temperature than what would be considered safe. Such was a constant problem for someone who couldn’t feel heat. Technically, Elias always had a fever, which was why he wore so many clothes as people weren’t freaked out by how warm his skin was. If said fever went too high, it was quite possible for him to pass out. Fortunately, he had medicine to deal with such a conundrum. He’d probably be dead at this point without it.
Hopefully, all the people who had turned their heads to him had looked away by now. Elias took off one of his gloves, and fiddled with the things within his pocket, before taking out a small pill jar. He quickly opened it, and took out one of the pills, popping it in his mouth. The colour in his cheeks looked to vanish. Then, Elias put away the jar. ”Jeez... Been relying on those far too much as of late...” He muttered under his breath.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jun 16, 2014 12:16:52 GMT -5
Most of the day so far had gone by in a blur. Rooms, schedules, people, teachers, lessons…. The list went on, but Jo couldn’t really keep a total track of them. What she was aware of was that she hadn’t really had the time to fight today. Well… or really any willing participants. She didn’t really know anyone, so she couldn’t say that NO ONE was willing, but it was never good to just go up to someone and punch them full force. That was just rude.
The events of the earlier day still hung loosely in her mind, only one real suggestion sticking to her. She should read up on ‘soul purge.’ Apparently that’s what she was randomly injuring people with, that thing that left her with a slight numbing feeling. But why would it activate when she wasn’t hitting someone? What were these random sparks? Obviously that’s what she was supposed to read up on.
Jo did find herself in the library, though she wasn’t particularly amused. She wasn’t much of… a reader. All these words on a sheet of paper, focus and thought put into translating them into her mind. Bah. Wasn’t there a faster way to teach her and then she could physically work on it? Well. Even if there was, Jo doubted she could focus on it just now. After running about all morning and figuring out this school nonsense, she was more than a bit tired. Not so much physically as she was mentally.
Jo grabbed a random book off a shelf as she entered the library. She had no idea what it said, nor did she care. Settling herself in a chair, leaning forward in it with her left elbow on the table. The book lay flat out, open, her right arm on the table with her hand holding the book open. Head resting on her left hand, held up by her forearm and elbow, the girl looked… well… pretty much asleep. It didn’t take much longer than three lines of text for Jo to start to doze off. And really, that’s what she had hoped for. She felt tired. The dorms were farther away and she would have had to figure out where her room was. So? The library! Quiet and boring and all that.
Her mind somewhat lost in the bliss of unconsciousness, she was only a bit drifted off when she heard a noise that disturbed her slumber. Head jolting upwards at some short sound, she blinked a few times, trying to settle her brain and vision.
”What in the hell?”
Her words were quietly muttered, mostly to herself, as she glanced around the room for what might have caused her to awaken. She wasn’t mad, more curious. What had made a loud-ish noise in the library? Catching a few people’s gazes, her own settled on a young guy. Blonde, sort of thin looking. A smirk crossing her lips, she kept her eyes on the male. What exactly might have cause his outburst? He really didn’t seem to be looking for attention, especially from the fact that he lowered his head.
Holding back a light chuckle, Jo settled her head back into her left hand, but still watched the blonde. His face was growing red. What in the world did he do? Maybe he was just one of those backwards people who got embarrassed by nothing… Her right shoulder raising just slightly and lowering just as easily, the female shrugged to herself. It was time to get up and investigate.
Head off her hand, she placed both gloved palms against the table, pushing herself up as her legs helped to lift her as well. Man. Now she was drowsy. This would be interesting. Making her way over to the blonde kid, she watched him as he moved. Did he seem frantic? Maybe. Or maybe she was still drowsy and movement was all still too fast for her. Rubbing at her eyes with her right hand, it slowed her progress only a bit.
Jo reached Elias’ chair just as he was muttering to himself. Letting out a yawn just as she stopped near Elias, she shifted her right hand to her head and ruffled her own shaggy locks. Soon her hand was dropped to her side, though she seemed no less groggy. She had seen him take the pill, vaguely heard him talk but didn’t register his words. Taking social anxiety pills? Well, he was certainly less red.
“Pill popping can be one sketchy activity.”
Jo’s words were clear but quiet. Easy enough for Elias to hear, but not something she necessarily thought the whole library needed to hear. A faint smirk on her face, she attempted to make eye contact with the still sitting male.
“I’d ask if you were all right, but I’d probably just tell you to suck it up anyway. Not to mention, you look like you’d rather go crawl in a hole than have someone come over here.”
Not altogether untrue from what Jo had been thinking, mostly because her drowsiness had slightly affected her mental filter. Words just kind of spilled from her mouth. It was never really her intention to be rude, even if them reacting badly wouldn’t bother her. Oh whatever. She already said it. Come what may?
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jun 16, 2014 16:39:41 GMT -5
As Elias retrieved the glove he had taken off, and begun to put it on again, he heard a voice. He turned his head to meet a pair of blue eyes, belonging to some boy who just seemed to adore the attention he attained by picking on people. Or, at the very least, that seemed likely. Though Elias was not the best at reading people, the boy’s words came off as rude, and he also looked tired. Troublesome. ”Well, that’s too bad, hm?” He thought to himself as the boy continued to speak. His words held little merit, so there wasn’t much of a point to listening to them. ”I had a fifty fifty chance for the one person I caught the attention of enough for them to inquire further to be a lovely young lady. Alas, my luck has always been poor.”
Wait, what was that he had said? Once the words had registered with Elias, he couldn’t help but let out an audible, ”...Eh?”. The boy had a smirk on his face, so he clearly thought what he was saying held quite a bit of merit, though it didn’t make much sense. Did Elias really seem so bashful? Perhaps the blush, but he believed the way the colour normally covered his face inferred feverish as opposed to embarassed. Elias turned his body so he could look at Jo without looking to avoid any eye contact. He talked calmly, as Jo’s words didn’t really trigger any anger. It was a mere misunderstanding. Elias wasn’t even antisocial, so he could probably deter the boy before he brought too much unwanted attention to Elias. ”No, I merely am not the fan of being the centre of attention. Unfortunately, I’m oft to be such, so dissapointment is an emotion I frequent.”
With these words, Elias brushed one of his hands through his hair. ”Hm... Unwanted attention seems to be something I’ve been getting in bundles as of late. Perchance I’m just not used to attention in general... Ah. That’s probably it. I’m a rather interesting person, so obviously people would wish to pay attention to me...” With these thoughts, Elias brought his attention back to the book he had been reading. ”Page ninety-two... I best come back to this. My appetite for the written word has kind of been killed, so it seems.”
Once Elias had closed the book, he brought it to his chest, holding it with one arm. That way, his grip wouldn’t suddenly loosen and he’d drop it. That had happened before, and had proved as awkward when he was asked how he could drop something while not even doing anything. ”Though...” Elias began again, turning his attention back to the boy. ”Perhaps it would not be of quite so much of a negative if it were a lovely young lady taking up my time. Nonetheless, now I believe I should get going, if you wouldn’t mind.” Elias made no attempt to rise to his feet. He wished for Jo to go away first, lest he look like he was running away, or something.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jun 18, 2014 23:22:02 GMT -5
Though not usually the case, Jo’s attention seemed to be fading in and out. A few seconds nap taking more of a toll than she was used to, the girl rubbed at her eyes again with her right hand. She had been talking to the blonde boy, but as soon as her words were done her mind wandered to a nice bed. Jet Lag maybe? Was she tired from travel the previous day? Maybe that was it and it was just hitting her like a train now.
...Eh?
Blinking twice and dropping her hand to her side once again, she tried to focus her attention on the person she had been speaking to. What did she say again? Something about him crawling in a hole? Maybe. Eh… whatever. The guy was turning towards her. Maybe he wasn’t such a hider after all. All the better, was always good if people could roll with a punch or two. The faint smirk was still clearly visible on her face even if she still seemed semi-groggy. Trying her best to pay attention as the kid spoke, she heard him speak very formally. This… she was not used to. Not in her little, middle of nowhere town. Watching him with curiosity and a little disbelief, the look may have come across as condescending. She just found him odd.
Although, the mention of disappointment being frequent got a short and single chuckle out of the girl. More of like a not so subtle ‘ha’ or exhalation of air. Shaking her head, she was going to comment, but notice him look away from her. Not totally understanding why someone would have their body facing her but turn away to look at a book that was going nowhere. Odd, odd child. He closed it, which helped a bit, but he still decided to switch his attention to an inanimate object that held little interest.
Then he was speaking again with a book against his chest like some precious item. Two things caught her attention. The quip about a lady and about him wanting to leave. Her attention honing in on that, her smirk perked up a bit as she leaned a bit forward. Placing her hand on the table for added support and possibly a small attempt at intimidation, Jo looked straight to him.
“Not that it really matters, but it could be offensive for you to tell people that they’re a negative.”
Taking her hand from the table, she stood up straight again and her hands moved easily to rest in her jean pockets. Her gaze never left him and her smirk didn’t decrease.
“Or, you know, implying that I’m ugly. That could be hurtful too.”
Chuckling a bit, she watched him a moment longer, wondering if he would squirm. Then, shrugging her shoulders lightly, she looked to the side as she spoke once again.
“You’re welcome to leave any time. Don’t let me hold you up.”
Then she quickly shifted her head back to him, eyes connecting with his face again.
“Unless of course, I am trying to hold you up.”
Words that might be hard to distinguish, especially not knowing the girl’s spirit towards a little brawl.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jun 19, 2014 0:40:22 GMT -5
The look the boy was giving Elias as he spoke was... annoying. Elias had expected the boy to either be upset or belittled by his words, or at the very least confused. But instead, he stood with a condescending expression. Condescending was an odd choice in expression; it was obvious the boy to think himself to be hot stuff. Could be trouble, but Elias would be okay. Despite being a NOT student, Elias possessed quite some prowess in hand to hand combat. But, getting into a fight in a library, of all places, would not help his reputation in the slightest.
Then, a laugh. Well, at the very least that was a tad better. Elias hadn’t tried to invoke humour in his speech, but it was better than being looked down upon. Elias didn’t consider himself a jest of sorts, though most people would argue to such a sentiment. Then, the boy began to talk again. Elias’ jaw stiffened slightly. It seemed his words had come off as offensive, which was not something he had meant in the slightest. Alas, Elias did not feel like apologizing to the brute at the current time, so he remained quiet, listening to what else the boy had to say.
The next words proved even more troublesome. ”Hmmm...?” The boy mumbled to himself, as his eyes - which portrayed a rather indifferent expression - brightened up slightly. ”I implied that he was ugly? Perish the thought, but why would a fellow male student care about my opinions towards their appearance? Unless, perchance...” Elias thought, as he began to hold onto the book tighter. ”Might he- erm, she - be a woman then? I mean, the voice did seem a tad high, and perhaps the face a tad refined, but... such a brutish female if so.”
Elias’ face began to turn a light shade of red, though not all that noticeable. Not due to embarrassment, but rather due to stressing himself out. If his suspicions were correct, he had acted rather rude to the person standing before him, causing their hostility to be warranted. She continued to speak, and now that he noted it, the voice was most definitely female. ”Ah! I...” He began to speak, only to find himself rather tongue tied. He wasn’t even sure what she meant by the last few words... Why would she wish to hold him up? Well, he could ask that later. There were much more pressing issues to attend to. Elias cleared his throat, and let out a deep breath in an attempt to regain his composure.
”It was not my intent to imply you to be ugly... I merely assumed your gender to be that of a male, so my words were spoken under such an inference. My apologies if you took any offense...” No, no. Those words were all wrong. Not only had Elias begun to talk with a slight german accent, but his voice sounded frantic. And, what if the person was a guy and he was just overthinking things? Even if not, thinking someone to be the gender they were not is never flattering. Best change the subject before they had too much time to rest their mind on those words. ”Oh, but, why on earth would you wish to hold someone like me up? It’s not oft someone wishes to do that.”
With these words, Elias let out a nervous laugh, allowing him to divert his eyes from the girl’s. ”Oh, Elias, you old mastermind! Are you trying to get yourself beaten up? No charm in the slightest. Tsk, tsk. At the very least introduce yourself, then you can be on your way and never come here again ever.” He thought. Thankfully, Elias had already taken medicine in the past couple minutes, meaning the soft blush on his cheeks didn’t have the chance to escalate further. ”Speaking too much can be rude, so I apologize. The name’s Elias Larenz, and you?” Though his voice sounded calmer, and less german, Elias’ mind did not reflect the same calmness. ”Yes, apologize for talking too much by talking. Excellent plan. It’s a good thing you can’t sweat...”
Elias brought out one of his hands to the girl, not expecting it to be shook but hoping for it to be, and gave her a warm - if slightly nervous - smile.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jun 28, 2014 22:56:53 GMT -5
A small sound came from the blond in front of her. She thought… maybe… Or she could have heard it in her head. Wait… did she yawn? No no no. It definitely had to be him. Maybe.
Rolling her eyes at her own scattered thoughts, she still found herself in a lighter mood but with less of a focused train of thought. She thought he was confused, possibly. But she couldn’t quite tell as he hadn’t really spoken yet and she didn’t really know if he had made that stupid noise or if it was her. Damn sleepiness.
Then another small noise with one simple word. Her grin widening slightly, Jo found some sort of accomplishment from this bit of squirming. He really shouldn’t get so worked up. But it was funny to screw with people every now and then. People tended to be easier to get flustered when they weren’t family. She got through all she had to say before the guy could even put together a complete sentence. That amused her. Just like home!
Then words spilled out of him like a river. Trying to hold back a laugh, her hands in her pockets still, a wide smile on her face, and her body trembling only slightly from the withheld amusement. This kid was priceless. Those funny words, sounding worked up, hell, he even got an accent mixed in there.
Then, Jo was indeed distracted by the slight shift in conversation. Why would she want to hold him up? Well because he wanted to leave of course! Chuckling lightly now, the girl removed her right hand from her pocket. Shaking her head slightly and balling her hand into a loose fist.
“I’m not your run-of-the-mill gal.”
Laughter still somewhat resonating in her words, the girl lifted her hand and moved to not so lightly ‘bonk’ the kid on the head with her fist. Not that she would mean the ‘hit’ to be hard, just that her physical contact tended to be a tad less gentle than your average friendly person. As she made the move to hit him, that numbness she had felt so many times dance across her skin came once again. A faint spark on the lobe of her left ear, the source of today’s “soul purge.” While it threw her off for a split second, the only real hint to it was that her gaze shifted to the left like she thought she could look at her own ear, then instantly she had her attention on him again. It felt weird more than anything… Odd little prickers.
The boy spoke again. It seemed he was the master of shifting the conversation around, but Jo really didn’t take notice. Elias Larenz. That was his name. Was that French or something? Mentally shrugging, she couldn’t find herself much caring. Sadly he was calming down, or seemed to. The little accent was going away and he wasn’t speaking quite so fast. Her grin subsiding to more of a vague smirk and her fist returning to herself, she pointed her thumb at her chest and spoke.
“Jo Workmann.”
Giving a quick nod to the blond, she lowered her hand and returned it to her denim pocket.
“I’m not easily offended. I wouldn’t worry about ever apologizing to me.”
A short shrug of the shoulders accompanied her words as she looked the boy up and down. He was an interesting looking lad. Though… a lot of people here looked a lot different than people at home. That’s when she noticed his outstretched hand. How long had that been there? A smile tugging at her lips, she removed one hand from her pockets again. Gloved hand locking securely with Elias’ hand, she gave him a good tug. A handshake? Eh, maybe later. What she was really attempting to do was bring the boy to his feet.
“you’re not going to get anywhere on your ass, are ya?”
The words were somewhat mocking but her face held no malice.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jun 29, 2014 10:22:34 GMT -5
”...Clearly.” Elias muttered to himself at the girl’s comment of not being ‘run of the mill’. Though he didn’t really care what the girl thought of him, she was still rather intimidating. Especially since she had made a fist. While Elias had nothing to fear from someone attempting to beat him up or the like, what he did fear was someone figuring out he had no sense of feeling. They were either going to pity him, or completely patronize him. Neither option was something he was fond of.
Despite this, when the girl hit his head Elias had no idea how hard the punch was meant to be. So, he couldn’t fake flinching, and instead merely froze. Probably an odd reaction to being hit in such a manner, but there wasn’t much else he could do. All the punch/tap/whatever had done to him was probably slightly mess up his hair. Annoying. He’d head to his chambers after this whole ordeal was over. He’d certainly had enough social confrontation for the day.
Then the girl said her name. Jo Workmann, so it seemed. An equally masculine name for a masculine girl. Perhaps it was short for something, and she didn’t like how feminine it sounded. Would not be surprising, judging by the way she dressed and all. Then Jo said how she wasn’t easily offended. ”Ah, yes. Very good. My apol- erm...” Elias cut himself off when he realized how contradictory it was to apologize for apologizing. His nervous smile begun to look a bit more sheepish.
Then, Jo took his hand. A bit late for that handshake. He was about to put his hand down, actually. ”Ah! So she is going to shake my hand, hm? Well that’s rather splendid! At least I don’t look like an idio-” Elias’ thoughts were cut off by his own words. ”Eep!” So much for not looking like an idiot. The boy was dragged to his feet, not something he was used to. Elias wasn’t good at gripping things, after all. That included hands. So most of the time he’d have to get up on his own. Now, if he didn’t seem odd with the whole not-flinching thing, he most definitely seemed odd now. He didn’t notice the pull at all until it had been strong enough to pull him to his feet. How troublesome. Hopefully this ‘Jo’ character was not one to quickly catch on.
The sudden action had also caused Elias to drop his book. ”Bother...” He muttered to himself, crouching down to attempt to pick it up. Actually picking it up was unlikely. Again, that lack of grip thing. As suspected, his actions were far too clumsy to pick up the book. And the pressure of being watched and judged by the likes of Jo irked him slightly. ”Today is not my day, huh?”
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jun 30, 2014 2:06:07 GMT -5
Her fisted hand made contact with Elias’ head, Jo was sure of that. Feeling the texture of hair, solid skull beneath it. It wasn’t like she just gave him a tap. That was pretty solid contact. But, from the look on this kid’s face and from his reaction, it was like nothing had happened. Jo’s reaction happened to be quite the opposite. Blinking a few times, she raised an eyebrow and looked at Elias like he had just grown another head. He was certainly an odd, odd child.
But it didn’t slow Jo down. Introductions and all that. Not to mention trying to get this proper child to stop apologizing to her. It was near maddening. Her brothers and father would have certainly jumped on something like that in no time. ‘Why are you doing so much shit that you have to apologize? pull yourself together!’ then fall into fits of laughter. Things happened to apologize for, but this blond just kept going and going.
He almost did it AGAIN! A grin, a slight jump of her chest, and a short exhalation of air through her nose. She was withholding a laugh. Could he really need to say it that often? He’d get the hang of her, she was sure of that. If he apologized again, she’d lay into him. That would probably shut the kid up for a while. Or get that accent flowing again!
Now to pulling him to his feet. He wanted to leave, but certainly there was no fight in him. He made no move to stand up. Was clutching his book like a frightened school girl… Was she really all that imposing? Mentally shrugging, Jo kept her eyes on Elias. She finally felt like she was waking up! Must have been the thought of fighting him to keep him where he was! Well, now that didn’t seem to be happening any time soon. But still, he was amusing and different. Jo had not really noticed the oddities in pulling the kid to his feet. A lot of people tended to be taken off guard when offering a handshake and getting pulled instead. Jo just took the situation as nothing abnormal, no other thought crossed her mind.
But she did notice the light ‘thunk’ of the book hitting the ground.
“Butter fingers?”
The two words came almost instantly from the girl’s mouth. She was mocking him, much like she would her brothers at home. A teasing grin pulling at the corners of her lips, she watched Elias further. He crouched down to pick up the book, like any normal kid would do. Waiting a moment, she expected to see him stand again and give her some comment in weird words. And… she waited. Aaaannd waited. Raising an eyebrow again, she shifted position slightly, crouching down so she was directly facing him. She kept her eyes on his hands, they still seemed to be fumbling with the book.
Was this some sort of act?
Still at the same level as Elias, Jo shifted her attention to the kid’s face. He didn’t look too pleased. So he was either a good actor, or something was way off about him. Reaching down with a gloved hand, Jo picked up his book. Then, she securely held it, ready to not make it easy for Elias if he tried to take it from her. Holding it so the binding was vertical but still didn’t get in the way of her face, the grin had left her lips and she was still focused straight on him.
“What is this?”
Her words were clear, though somewhat quiet as she was only addressing him.
“Why can’t you pick up this book.”
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jun 30, 2014 8:35:01 GMT -5
Jo’s reactions to most of Elias’ words and/or movements were getting to be rather annoying. Though he was attempting to ignore her, her constant smirking and the like were rather off putting. Like she was making fun of him. This was not made any better as when he dropped his book, she said yet another thing meant to mock. ‘Butter fingers’? Not too far off from the truth, of course, though Elias still wasn’t a fan of being mocked. Her words made him even more nervous, causing his motions to be all the more clumsy.
Then, the book vanished. It was picked up by another hand, to be specific. Jo had picked it up for him. Rather nice of her, but it seemed she had done such things without the best of intents. Her grin had completely vanished, and she looked to have no intent of giving him the book back. Not that he really wanted it back, but the act was clearly a form of blackmail. As the boy rose to his feet, the girl asked a question. ‘What is this’? Elias didn’t reply. He was a bit confused by her question. His only response was a quiet ”Hm?” while avoiding eye contact.
Jo then asked him again, this time being a bit more specific. ”As you said; butter fingers.” He said in response with a nervous laugh, turning his head to look at the girl again. Such an action Elias immediately regretted, as Jo’s expression was rather... intimidating. She’d clearly not be satisfied with his answer. ”Perhaps I should just tell her. I mean, it’s not like I’ll ever see her again.” Elias thought, glancing away from the girl yet again. ”That’ll keep her quiet, but there’s the possibility that she might tell other people. Plus I don’t like discussing such topics. Tsk. There’s no other option, though. I’m a horrible liar.”
As Elias finally cleared his head, he began to speak again. His voice sounded rather nervous, and his accent had returned. ”I lack any grip, you see. Or, I should rather say a sense of touch. Makes precise movements rather difficult.” These words were accompanied by a nervous chuckle. Despite this clearing up the book conundrum, Elias continued. He was babbling somewhat, as nervous as he was. ”Furthermore I can’t feel heat nor sweat, so I have a constant fever of sorts. Such explains the medicine.”
Elias then brought a hand through his hair, and took a deep breath to attempt to calm himself down. After a moments silence, though not nearly enough time for Jo to respond, he attempted to step around her. ”Very well. Nice meeting you, Jo.”
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jun 30, 2014 21:24:54 GMT -5
This Elias child hadn’t really replied at all to her butter fingers comment. He either got himself too worked up or was learning to let it slide. Either way, Jo couldn’t find herself to be too concerned about it. He certainly was having an issue picking up that book. Even when she had crouched near him, he hadn’t gotten it. Book in hand, Elias didn’t seem quite as concerned with it anymore. Really? After taking all the time with it, he was just going to let her have it? This was an odd child.
Standing straight again, it took Jo a moment before she was level with him. She had already spoken her questions, asked what was wrong. Something was up with him and having trouble picking up that book. Maybe his anxiety was worse than she thought? He really needed to calm down.
Ah. There was the explanation. Kinda. Not really. He was just saying he was a butter fingers? Shrugging her shoulders, Jo let that go. Really it wasn’t her business, she was just curious. But if he didn’t want to tell her, that was his business. Eyes shifting to the book in her hand, she debated silently on what to do with it. Well… she had been debating silently, until she heard the blond talking again.
Standing straight, book at her side in her hand, Jo’s eyes were focused on Elias. She had totally missed his inner fight with himself. Jo just thought he wasn’t going to tell her and now here he was spilling his guts. Raising an eyebrow, it was quite something to see how this kid could spew off so much information with just a few sentences. And the whole time with those weird little words.
The weird kid’s words still swirling around in her mind as she attempted to sort through them, her attention was immediately caught as he stepped around her and said a farewell. Laughing, Jo’s free hand instantly shot out. Grasping the back collar of the kid’s jacket firmly, she yanked him back to where he had been.
“Holy shit, you need to calm your ass down.”
Jo laughed, the joy mixed into her words. He was a weird one and he really did need to calm himself down. Book in hand, she firmly shoved the object towards his chest. Her intention was to get the book firmly set against his chest, take her hand that had been on his collar grab his free hand and place it against the book.
“I think you dropped this, Elias.”
A light smirk on her face, it still looked like she might be mocking him.
“If it was so nice meeting me, you shouldn’t run away. Maybe I’m going the same place as you.
The smirk turned to more of a playful grin, the girl turning to face the direction he had been heading. Taking a few steps that way, she kept him in her peripherals.
“Walk and talk. I’d imagine you’d be good at that, jabber mouth. Now tell me if your touch thing makes you a NOT person.”
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jun 30, 2014 23:01:26 GMT -5
Well that was... refreshing. Elias had successfully made it past Jo without her blocking his path. Such an act would have been rather easy, with her obvious brute strength. Now he could make his way back to his dorm, and pretend like today was all just a bad dream. However, his movement was suddenly brought to a halt by some unseen force. Then, his torso and head were brought backwards. The act more confused Elias than angered him or make his anxiety even greater. To make up for the sudden imbalance, he quickly stepped backwards only to find himself where he had been before.
It seemed it was Jo who had pulled him back. By the collar. Rather rude, no? Alas, before Elias could open his mouth to protest her actions, the girl spoke again. She had told him to calm down. In a rude manner, of course. Elias would expect nothing less from her. Even so, not a very efficient way of getting someone to calm down. What was a bit off putting, however, was how happy she sounded. Her words were even followed by a laugh. Was she mocking him? Such an act would not be unexpected, but come on. Give a guy a break, would you?
It was certainly fortunate Elias couldn’t sweat. Well, fortunate wasn’t really the word. It merely came in handy from time to time, like right now. For Elias would be sweating buckets if not for that. Almost every move Jo made intimidated him slightly. This was not helped by how she pushed the book against his chest. Another action that confused him, but then she grabbed his hand and forced him to hold onto the book. Fortunately, he didn’t drop it again. Her actions were so very brutish... And Elias quite liked gentle women. Oh well. He’d just hopefully never see her again...
”Ah... Yes. Many thanks.” The boy said in response to Jo’s comment about him having dropped the book. His voice was more of a whisper than anything. It was also rather squeaky. She was most definitely mocking him by now, if she wasn’t before. That annoying smirk all but solidified that assumption. Then, Jo turned to walk in the direction he had. ”Oh, but of course. In such a case it’d be considered rude to not escort you.”
Elias’ words didn’t hold much merit to them. While something he’d normally say, perhaps being all the more formal would deter Jo’s efforts. Unlikely, but it was worth a try. She had told him to walk and talk, next. Then proceeded to insult him. ”Jabber mouth? Do I really talk so much? Of all the things to call someone...”
Clearing his throat before speaking, Elias’ voice seemed a tad higher than it had when he had first met Jo. However, it at the very least didn’t sound squeaky. ”Ah, yes. Rather hard to defeat kishin when you have a usually fatal illness. Though I suppose my weapon form does negate such effects...”
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jul 2, 2014 22:19:16 GMT -5
Getting the book in the boy’s hands was quite the effort. She felt like she was caring for a younger brother or something. Not that she ever had first hand experience in that. She was the youngest afterall, so everyone had always taken care of her. But… Making sure that book was secure in Elias’ hands was quite the experience. How did the boy get through day to day? She couldnt’ even imagine not being able to pick up what she wanted to when she wanted to. And he seemed to struggle with the simple task. And what was worse is that he couldn’t feel. That was a sickening thought. Not being able to feel the sweat, which of course he didn’t have, dripping down your face as you fought someone. Fist cracking against their damp and sweaty skin.
That was the real loss.
Some sort of odd squeaky sound escaped the boy. Merely raising an eyebrow, she decided more to let that go. Jo hadn’t really caught the words that came along with it, just the sound. But seeing as this was something she usually attributed to girls, she didn’t want to press it. He seemed a little… well… sensitive. She wondered how he’d be when referred to as the opposite gender, especially compared to her reaction! Smirking at the thought, she kept right along with her original thought. Find out what this broken kid was doing here.
The next words shouldn’t have surprised her, but they sort of did. Escort her? While she could see that being implied in what she said, she hadn’t really meant it that way. Wasn’t that sort of a formal thing? So very strange. But whatever. He wasn’t running again. Like she would let him! He certainly wasn’t moving though… Could he feel that his legs weren’t moving? What did that even not feel like?
Trying not to dwell on the thought too much and get herself confused and jumbled, she let her mind focus back on what was important. The question to his NOT or not NOT class. An answer! It was yes. Of course it was accompanied by many words after, but that wasn’t too annoying. She asked and was actually interested afterall. Besides… anything was better than reading a book… they just were so boring. All those little black and white shapes.
“A weapon, huh? Maybe you should stick to that more often.”
A light grin on the woman’s face, she obviously was making light of his illness, even when he just stated it was almost always fatal. Whatever. He was living now, wasn’t he? Can’t mourn the living! Raising the arm that was on the same side as Elias, she gave a swift and semi-ungentle punch to Elias’ shoulder.
“Let me meister ya. Transform and I’ll give you a whirl.”
Granted, Jo didn’t totally know what the whole weapon/meister thing entailed. She knew that in order to climb any higher she needed to pair up with someone. She also knew that the farther up they went, the more she could fight. And that was quite an important factor. This NOT class didn’t seem horrible so far, but climbing ranks would most certainly be fun, she’d get stronger, and these other people would be stronger as well! Maybe she could kick this weird child into shape too. Even if he was funny.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jul 3, 2014 10:26:12 GMT -5
The two had made it out of the library by the time Jo started talking again. ”Oh, why didn’t I think of that?” Elias replied to her comment in a rather sarcastic tone. He was rather fed up with the girl, and at this point there wasn’t much for him to lose, even if she was still rather intimidating. Jo was not making a fuss about his illness, which was nice. Most people did. Or, some would comment on how cool it was he couldn’t feel pain. While Jo was certainly making light of his illness, at least she hadn’t made that comment. Perhaps she was much nicer than he was giving her credit for.
Besides, her comment was actually something Elias thought himself. The only problem was that he hadn’t a meister partner. It had been rather difficult to find one, actually. Males didn’t want to go into combat with a rather flamboyant tessen fan. Such had taken a rather feminine stereotype, so it seemed, despite how his mother had told him about how samurai from Japan used them back in the day. Nonetheless, none of the males Elias ever met wished to partner with him. Not that he really wanted a male partner anyway, but the females all didn’t wish to be his partner either. Their lost, he supposed.
Jo then hit Elias’ shoulder. He wasn’t sure what she intended by that, but whatever it was he completely ignored it. The girl liked doing that, hm? It seemed Jo wished to attempt to see what she could do with his weapon form. Probably a poor idea. First, they seemed like polar opposites. Elias doubted getting to like Jo well enough for them to be able to take a mission together. Besides, his weapon form didn’t suit her. The thought of Jo twirling around with a tessen fan brought a slight smile to his lips. His weapon form was far more flashy than any garment she was currently wearing! A rather humorous image, but perhaps she was serious. The image his mind had created was amusing enough that Jo’s intimidating factor had gone down quite a bit. He could at the very least toy with her to see if she was really serious.
Before Elias said anything, he brought the book he was holding up, and gently tapped Jo’s head with it. Or at least he thought it was lightly. Well, whatever. It wouldn’t hurt her at the very least. ”Really now, Jo? You'd wish to partner with someone who can’t go outside without - in most likeliness - passing out from a stroke? And someone you barely know, no less. You’re an odd girl, aren't you?” With these words, Elias tapped Jo on the head with the book again. Then, he brought it down to where her hands were, expecting her to grab it. He couldn’t hold such things in weapon form, after all. ”Alas, if you are truly serious...”
Elias then took the hand Jo had free, assuming she had already taken the book from him. Hoping she had enough coordination to hold the fan once he had transformed, Elias’ shape changed to that of a demon tessen fan. Closed for now, the fan was about eight inches in length, despite the fan itself really being six inches in length. The paper-like material that covered the metal ribs was a gold colour, with red swirls designed into it. At the end of each segment was a sharp blade. A red tassel hanged from the bottom of the fan.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jul 3, 2014 22:01:37 GMT -5
Sarcasm? A smirk to Jo’s face, she found this amusing to a certain extent. While it wasn’t really all that funny, it was neat to see the odd talker get a little snappy. Of course, it wasn’t her own style, but her older brother often resorted to sarcasm when he got angry. That way this wasn’t totally new to her. Though… This blond boy wasn’t all that much like her brother, not as far as she knew.
Her own comment about him being a weapon for a more extended period of time was more a passing comment. Thinking about the capacity for weaknesses while in that form, that he could escape his own body for this weapon form. Must be neat. She wouldn’t ever know but she didn’t need to. Life was great as it was. Everyone was dealt their hand and they chose how to play!
Hitting his shoulder got about as much reaction as she expected. But.. it wasn’t really for him. It was Jo’s bonding. She liked fighting. She liked contact. She liked physical things. As odd as Elias was, Jo took a liking to him. Once again, not all that abnormal, seeing as she tended to like everyone on some sort of level. The fact that her next request brought a smile to his lips excited her. As far as she could recall, he was pretty grumpy with her so far. Not that she needed approval, but it meant she was probably getting her request granted. Still… he jumped around that emotional pool, didn’t he?
Then she was tapped on the head. Eyes widening with surprise just slightly, she watched him. Did he just jump the crazy train? Not that the actions were all that crazy, but he had totally switched the emotional bandwagon he had been riding. Was her request that pleasing to him? Huh. Go figure. He was speaking now, calling her odd and basically asking if she meant her words.
Rolling her eyes, she batted the book away with one of her hands. She wasn’t all that irritated, but he was certainly wasting time with this stupid chatter. What was he, a woman?
“Odd I am.”
She had other things she meant to say, but kept quiet for the moment. For now, just confirmation. His transformation was awaiting her, she was sure of it! Except… that damn book. The moment it hit her head again, she reached up and snagged it. Assuming it wouldn’t be too hard with Elias’ grabbing things issue, she made no real game out of it. Just grabbed the object. With that, there was no need for him to try and give it to her.
Her other hand now held Elias’ A satisfied grin taking over her expression, she kept an eye to Elias’ face until it faded from view. Once a person, now a weapon. Or… a fan. Holding up the transformed Elias, she held him in her right hand, at face height. Then she stood there. Still as a stone. Confusion was an obvious thing to see, written everywhere. Time seemed to drag on as the puzzled woman just looked at Elias’ other form. Finally, after a long stretch of seconds, she turned him. Blades facing to the left, her holding the base of the fan to the right. Her thumb ran slowly over the lower metal ribs, opening the fan smoothly. The colors were brought to her attention, an intricate design.
It wasn’t something she would have immediately thought of when someone said they were a weapon. A fan would have never crossed her mind. It matched him though. This intricate oddity. A smirk finding its way back onto her face, she snapped the fan back shut but still held him firmly in hand.
“You’re here for a reason, Elias. If you can’t keep your shit together to keep from a heat stroke, then you don’t belong here.”
Bringing her hand somewhat towards her, she then snapped her wrist towards the ground. At the end of her reach, she released the fan, blades downward. The point was to let the blades of the fan sink a small bit into the floor a few feet away, so that Elias could take his other form and face her.
“But you’re here. Jabbering away. Stop playing your weakness and just say yes to me.”
A cocky grin. Now that fit on her face. She had moved her hands to her pockets during this last bit of talking.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jul 3, 2014 23:44:06 GMT -5
Hm. It seemed Jo agreed with Elias when he had said she was odd. How odd. Well, that bit was self explanatory. At the very least she hadn’t taken it negatively. While not much she could do to harm him at this point, Elias was trying to force himself to lighten up. So, if she had taken that the wrong way his efforts would have all been for not. Elias gave the girl a smile at her words. She was starting to grow on him. Not that that was hard to do, of course. Elias tended to like people.
Jo was successfully able to hold Elias while in weapon form, meaning they’d be perfectly fine to become a meister weapon team. Now, he braced himself for the moment she burst into laughter due to him being such an extravagant fan. But, that never happened. Instead, Jo remained quiet. Unmoving. ...Should he be worried? Such did not seem like her. ”Uh... Jo?” He questioned in a sheepish voice. Then, she moved. A relief. Jo appeared to be examining his weapon form. Rather closely.
Such an inspection was almost embarrassing. Elias - of course - had never gotten the chance to observe his own weapon form in great detail. Perhaps it had some obvious flaws? A tear or something? Or maybe the design drawn on it looked horrible? How worrisome. But, Jo soon snapped the fan shut again. She also looked to be smirking. Perhaps she was now going to make fun of him.
”What the hell did she mean by that?! Was that supposed to be comforting, or...” Elias thought as Jo spoke her piece. It wasn’t exactly his fault he was born as a weapon, and[/font] with a fatal disease. Regardless, her next movement indicated expectation of him transforming back into his human form. And so, Elias did so, facing Jo. His face portrayed slight confusion, hoping she’d clarify what she meant.
Jo’s next words did clarify, thankfully. She meant to be... positive? Poor job at doing so, but oh well. She simply had a unique way of going about things. That was understandable. Elias wasn’t a textbook definition of the ideal person either. She had told him to say yes. ”Uhm. Yes? To what, precisely?” He asked her, bringing a hand to his chin. ”Being partners, I take it? Hmmm...”
Though Elias seemed to be pondering his options, his mind was basically made up. The likelihood of him finding another partner was miniscule. Besides, perhaps he could make Jo a bit more likable. And less intimidating. Perhaps he should pick out some dresses for her, or something... ”Very well. Sounds like a grand plan.” He finally said. ”You may now think of me as your personal sword. Or fan, rather.”
((And this thread has now been completed! Jo and Elias are now partnered.))
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