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| heiner777 | May 23 2016, 12:45 AM Post #21 |
"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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It did not take Vento’s Archive Magic to discern the intentions of the innkeeper as soon as she pulled out her concealed weapon which glistened in the sunlight. She may not have had second thoughts, as evidenced by the glint in her eyes, but her movements were clunky and of-the-moment, and thus slow enough for the young man to dodge with his capable reflexes and speed. What cemented his feet in place, however, was not the fact that a gun was drawn upon him, but instead it was by reason of Daiki’s seemingly instinctual act to jump in front of the bullet that was meant for him and, most importantly, the flash of dark-purple which served to negate the crimson mass of magical energy that was supposed to have pierced him. The moment had come to pass and Vento’s eyes widened in surprise more by the fact that he had seen such unusual magic before his very eyes than the fact that Daiki had just survived an attack that would have otherwise wounded him without a shadow of a doubt. It was one thing to evade such an attack from point blank range, but to have it completely negated was something beyond the realm of conventional magic. It was a rare form of magecraft that ran counter to others of its kind, and in that effect, stood above them while condescendingly looking down as if mocking their inferiority. “Whoa…,” praised Vento, a rare expression of astonishment. Indeed this was an unexpected development, but one that was much more than welcome. With the fire of curiosity burning in his heart, Vento’s crimson eyes reflected a vacantly arctic stare geared towards the maddened innkeeper with a gun still in her hand. A vicious smirk formed upon his face as he charged in before the woman could even have a chance to fire back due to a mixture of indecisiveness and shock at what just happened. It was only natural for humans to reel back when something unexpected happened, and Daiki’s ability to seemingly negate magical energy was as unexpected as any when a mind, filled with murderous intent, is suddenly denied of an expected outcome in the most outlandish way possible. That was the moment of weakness Vento exploited when he lunged at the old woman with cold-blooded violence on his mind. In the blink of an eye, one hundred and forty-three pounds of muscle and bone rammed into the innkeeper with the force of a sledgehammer which sent the assailant slamming into the ground with a sickening thud. Unrelenting in his one and only chance to settle the dispute without casualties, Vento immediately saddled on top of the old lady and knelt on top of her with both knees pushing down on the innkeeper’s arms and painfully pinned her while she was vulnerably spread eagle. The gun she had planned to use on Vento was still clutched in her hand; he did not want her to let go of it, not until someone from the police seized it as evidence for her act of attempted murder. “Hey, Daiki, I think it would be best if you call the police. I would not want you to be here for what happens next…,” whispered Vento in a cold and haunting tone akin to a mad scientist on the brink of performing some manner of ungodly experiment upon some poor, unfortunate soul. “Hurry up; the less you know, the more you will be shielded from liability through ignorance…” Regardless of whether or not Daiki was quick enough to respond to Vento’s words, the scholar nevertheless proceeded with his examination and forcefully opened the innkeeper’s left eye. Immediately his hunch was confirmed; the 'glint' was not at all metaphorical nor were they created by Vento's mind as the innkeeper had clear signs of a steadily-advancing form of eye cataracts. He did the same with the right eye which exhibited the same; both of her eyes needed to be fixed since they were in danger of going blind. It thus became apparent why she was greedy for money since her diminishing vision might be forcing her to take deeper and more desperate measures to obtain funds for an operation as soon as possible. It was probably the fact that the she would be unable to extort money out of Vento which pushed her off the deep end and forced her to do what she had done to alleviate a modicum of her frustration in a fit of temporary insanity. It was the most logical explanation, after all. “You poor woman, I think I know now why you are so greedy. As such, I apologize for what I had said to you before. No worries; to make it up to you, I know something from our R&D Department that would be perfect for you. Since we have been looking for volunteers to test out the new Oculus Magica, we can save your eyesight and do it for free since it is still in its experimental stages. You can keep your money and your eyesight to,” he explained before uttering the dreaded words that would change the innkeeper’s life forever. “Now let us begin.” As soon as the words left Vento’s mouth, he pulled out his handkerchief from his back pocket and gagged the innkeeper with it. Then, with robotic ruthlessness, both his hands extended and dug into the old woman’s eye sockets as his fingers grabbed hold of both eyeballs and yanked them out by sheer force. Instantly the old woman’s body rose and jolted in pain, screaming to the top of her lungs from the agony of the process. Fortunately, the impromptu gag served its purpose and muffled her voice enough so as not to disturb Vento as he mercilessly and mechanically continued his act of severing the old woman’s optical nerves with his bare hands. “Hold still, will you? You can go insane from the pain if you want, but please be considerate of someone who simply wants to help you,” Vento chastised in a tactless fashion. Blood spewed from the wound by the handful, yet despite this, the scholar continued what he saw as an act of charity until he successfully gouged out the old woman’s eyes by himself. Content with his good deed for the day, Vento removed his white polo shirt, tore it up into strips, and used it to bandage over her eyes primarily to stop the bleeding while also using the stray strips as a container for the old woman’s eyeballs which he was careful of since they would serve to be the genetic base for the Oculus Magica. Finally done with his deed, Vento thereafter simply waited for whatever was about to come next. Whatever Daiki did, the fact remained the same: the innkeeper would be the next test subject for Neo Cortex’s experiments to advance the field of medical prosthetics by leaps and bounds. She would probably be proud and honored to receive the best quality treatment as well as be one of the pioneering volunteers. He just hoped that Daiki – or anybody for that matter – had not heard of the Oculus Magica Project. If Neo Cortex knew that he accidentally divulged their projects to any stranger, they would throw a fit and reduce his already meager salary. After all, there was no telling who among the masses was a spy for the other rival organizations active in Fiore. Edited by heiner777, May 23 2016, 01:36 AM.
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| Mariko | May 23 2016, 05:08 AM Post #22 |
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As the bullet made of magical energy vanished when it was merely an inch or so away from the girl, the cross-dresser widened her eyes in a mix of disbelief and surprise. She was just as shocked as the inn keeper, and as astonished as Vento, though it took a while before it had fully sunken inside Tsuna's thick skull that she, indeed, had an ability to dissipate any forms of magic from existence. For years she had believed that she existed without any magical abilities but only full of reserves, unlike her brother who could effortlessly append anything onto everything other than creating something out of nothing. It was interesting; if Daiki was alive he would definitely be delighted pointing out how their capabilities were like opposites. Maybe he would be proud that his sister had a branch of magecraft that was quite rare. But why would this happen just now, in front of a stranger, and not when she needed it the most? Wasn't the fear she felt during that night more severe than what she felt upon perceiving a threat upon a stranger's life? Then again, there were questions only time could answer. "H-hey!" she exclaimed once she had snapped out of her bubble only to realize that the scholar, with all of his weight and force, had thrusted himself towards his attacker. With his legs he had pinned the old lady, who was obviously struggling to be freed. She took a few stops towards Vento, wanting to stop him when it clearly showed on the face of the inn keeper that she was being subjected in tremendous pain, but stopped her forward tracks and decided against stopping him when her mind reasoned out that the action could be for self-defense. There was nothing wrong with that, especially since it was the old lady who made a deed that would qualify into a crime. “Hey, Daiki, I think it would be best if you call the police. I would not want you to be here for what happens next…Hurry up; the less you know, the more you will be shielded from liability through ignorance…” "W-What liability? What ignorance?" Tsuna's eyes widened upon hearing Vento's request. Did he really ask her to leave? The words may be different but to the young woman it resembled to how months ago she was commanded to leave the dying man. "Run! ---", a familiar voice she wished she could hear for the last time not only in memories but for real harassed her head, causing her to frown while her brows were knitted. They both wanted her to leave. It seemed that both wanted to protect her from...something. The words brought a shiver down to her spine. "Nevermind." Fighting the melancholy while attempting to be in control of her thoughts, Tsuna turned her back without hesitations and ran --- "I can't leave you here! I'll die with you!" "No!" "But brother!" "Run! --- " --- while in her every steps her nightmare was brought alive in her memory. Her eyes filled with fear, their edges started to water. The clanking of the heel of her flat shoes against the cobbled pavement resounded the alley. Her breath was getting short. No matter how much she ran it felt she was not fast enough to reach any place where she could get the attention of the authorities and promptly aid Vento. She made one turn and another until the fellowship of souls in the main streets welcomed her. "--- From now on, Tsuna is dead." Was Vento going to die as well? It wasn't like he was going to, but for someone who had seen an identical situation the alarm and panic building up in her chest was not something to brush aside. Her conscience would not be able to bear if an innocent person like the scholar would be placed in a disadvantageous position when he was merely dragged into her ill-fated circumstance. For a second she stopped and pivoted her body, praying that she could see an officer nearby while she heaved. It was not in vain; fifteen meters away from where she stood a pair of men in navy blue peak caps caught her attention. Without wasting any moment she forced herself to run once again, pushing herself into the ocean of bodies that surrounded the policemen. "I could not change what happened before. I could not save the dead. I could not bring back the dead...but I could...at least...save who is still alive ---" Her hand firmly grasped on the hem of the officer's top. Her knees dropped to the ground, unintentionally tugging the man's clothes down. The man turned to Tsuna, he was a well-built tan man in his late thirties, around six feet tall with a prominent jaw and a bushy moustache. With him was what seemed to be his junior, around his late twenties, skinny with elongated facial features. Tsuna appeared like a shrimp before the former. "T-there ---" she forced herself to speak even if her voice was starting to sound thin. Her free hand was pointing to the general direction of where she was earlier, "a-an old lady t...trying to kill my friend." The report alarmed the two. The man picked up Tsuna so she could stand up and ordered her to lead them the way. Tsuna complied and ran even if her lungs were to collapse. She was starting to drag her feet but her determination to get on time before the worse could happen to Vento never ceased. She was pushing herself to her limit, the same being noticed by the policemen thus believing that there was, indeed, a real danger happening somewhere in Poinsettia. "What happened here?" the tall policeman roared upon arriving to the scene. The three found the woman lying on the ground squirming in pain, a strip of cloth soaked in blood covered her eyes. Vento was there --- alive, much to Tsuna's relief, but without a top. At a first glance it would appear that it was the latter who attacked the former. "I thought the lady was trying to kill your friend?" the younger policeman blurted. Tsuna got confused, "well, that's what happened earlier." The older man ordered his junior to assist the lady to the hospital while he fished out a pen made up of lacrima and a small notebook, the pen started scribing on its own as the man audibly described the scene. Before the authorities could ask Vento any questions, the heaving Tsuna removed the hood of her jacket off her head, revealing her deceptively short locks (which were just tied and rolled underneath her top hair which was secured thereto by a series of hair pins) took off her whole jacket without hesitations and gave it to the researcher with a faint yet warm and friendly smile on her face. The gesture was not only out of goodwill, or the fact that it could get cold later on and he was without anything to cover himself, but also because his body was quite distracting. What was left with her was her shoulder-padded white shirt. Underneath it was her bandaged torso attempting to hide the womanly curvature and her knockers. Edited by Mariko, May 23 2016, 05:26 AM.
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| heiner777 | May 23 2016, 05:10 PM Post #23 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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In a trance of his own, Vento’s entire body felt hot and numb from the thrill of having essentially lobotomized the innkeeper without a proper anesthetic. His breaths were long, heaving bellows that exhaled steaming ecstasy from his lips while he knelt with bare chest exposed like a white canvass splattered with red paint. Blood that was not his own dripped from his fingers; he relished the sensation for as long as he could since the foreign voices that invaded his twisted euphoria meant that he could no longer revel in the rush that invaded every part of the young man’s psyche. It was evidence that he had done something worthwhile; that he managed to salvage such a useless excursion by procuring a viable test subject for the organization. Just as his natural high wore off, he turned to face the man who had not only ‘saved’ him, but one who was also willing to lend him his jacket to cover up his current state of undress. The warm and friendly smile seemed genuine enough, but the look in Daiki’s eyes sent warning bells inside the scholar’s brain and raised several red flags enough to trigger an adverse reaction to the teenager’s generosity. For while it was true that the beige-blonde youth had strong feminine features and several other indications that belie his masculinity in Vento’s eyes, on a more personal level, he still told himself that he would continue to respect Daiki’s gender preference even if he himself was oblivious to his own inclinations. A mental sigh escaped him. “You know, for someone who claims to not be gay, that is a pretty gay look you are giving me right now,” he said, wholly ignoring the gesture of the latter giving him his jacket at the expense of his own comfort. “Besides, I have blood on my hands. That is a pain to wash off once it gets on, so just do yourself a favor and put it back on.” Once again, Vento let out a sigh, but this time a real one. This guy is so far into the closet, he is in Narnia, he thought, and righted himself so as the junior officer could assist the unconscious woman back to the hospital. “Do not forget these, officer,” he casually exclaimed as he handed over a bloody pouch made of his torn clothes to the perplexed policeman. “Be careful with those, if you please. I was very careful not to damage the eyeballs when I extracted them from the old woman’s eyes,” he explained. Almost immediately after he told him about the contents of the container, the junior officer nearly vomited to the point that he almost dropped the eyeballs on the ground had Vento not reacted and caught the pouch in mid-air. “Hey, be careful I said! These are important!” censured the teen, eyes narrowed to knife-like slits. Terrified of his appearance, the policeman – reluctantly – took the bloody pack from him and proceeded to escort the old woman without further incident. Now that was settled, it was time to give his account to the senior police officer so he can put this incident behind him and finally proceed with his true objective. Acting as if Daiki did not exist in his world at that instance, Vento walked over to the senior police officer and extended his hands to surrender himself. “I have the right to remain silent; anything I say at this time can and will be used against me in a court of law. I have the right to an attorney, presumably of my own choice; however, should I be unable to afford one, the state will provide one for me. There, I got everything; now book me so we can go to the police station and make that annoying police report. I need to use a communication lacryma anyway,” said Vento, much to the latter’s dumbfounded expression from the fact that a suspect was actually willing to subject himself to a lawful arrest and even stated for himself his rights as if confident of his innocence. In fact, it was the elder police officer himself who was being lectured by the young man at that point in time. After the older policeman apologized for his delay, he promptly brought out his handcuffs and bound Vento’s hands together as he led him to the police station. Before leaving though, the young man spoke to Daiki saying, “Wait for me inside the inn at the place where we first met; we have business to discuss. This will be over in just a few hours.” With that said, the raven-haired scholar was escorted to the nearest police stations so he could exercise his self-declared privileges and at the same time go through the proper motions to cleanly cover his tracks, legally. Edited by heiner777, May 23 2016, 05:15 PM.
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| Mariko | May 23 2016, 07:52 PM Post #24 |
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Actors and actresses experience bouts of breaking their characters as the illusion that the actor is identical to the character he was portraying vanishes. It can be attributable to various causes such as nervousness, a hilarious situation or antic from co-actors came up, emotional disturbance, etc. Besides, it was an illusion. Not one illusion can stay for too long. One cannot simply or easily keep himself in someone's shoes for a long time. Yeah, breaking the character is but normal even if it is highly frowned upon in a professional setting. Hell, even award-winning veterans commit this blunder at times. Veterans and professionals had those times, how much more amateurs? The girl from Crocus was not spared from this. Tsuna narrowed her eyes as she pouted upon hearing that the man turned down her generosity, and even had the guts to rub on her face how horrible she was acting lately because her eyes could not lie and they keep telling him she was not a man, but he was getting the vibe wrong and assume she was gay. Who cares about the blood in his hands, or his chest, or whatever part of his body? Didn't he know --- or feel --- that the wind was starting to blow, and along with it was heavy moisture that signified a downpour in a few hours? Perhaps not. Perhaps he was still under some sort of euphoria brought about by turning down and demeaning a good heart. What was wrong with him? Tsuna merely wanted to help, since to her he was under her 'responsibility' since he was 'dragged into this whole mess' because of her. Moreso, there was a vast nothingness in his every gaze that made her want to extend her hand to reach him. Tchn. Maybe he was indeed heartless and the Vento she had witnessed earlier was just an illusion, but did that mean she had to give up on him? When she was about to answer this question, the cross-dresser heard one of the creepiest confessions she had heard in her entire life ---- Vento Aureo, the person whom in her report to the police was the 'victim' of an attempted murder was actually the one who, without any mercy, ripped the eyeballs of the old lady off their sockets sans any anesthesia or medical apparatus. When the junior police officer retched upon receiving the bloodied improvised pouch, Tsuna plastered a fake smile on her face and readied an alibi for Vento, "Ah-ha-ha-ha," she mechanically laughed, her words for both the policemen, "you see sir, my friend is just joking, police officer sir! He is the victim here, the woman tried to shoot him with a magical gun. Of course he can't do ----- " She stopped in her words and turned almost ghostly white while disbelieving what she had heard next. The researcher surrendered --- didn't that mean he indeed did...that....horrible....thing....to the woman? Confused with the sudden turn of events, Tsuna ran out of words to say. She dropped her shoulder saddened by the what unfolded before her eyes. Vento was handcuffed and was about to be taken to the nearest police station. Guilt tugged her heart as it felt that it was Tsuna who caused for the man's arrest. Earlier she was in a hurry to take the police officers to the scene to save Vento, now she regretted what she did. “Wait for me inside the inn at the place where we first met; we have business to discuss. This will be over in just a few hours.” It sounded like he certain he would get away that fast. Despite all the guilt and questions in her mind she nodded upon hearing his request, which actually sounded more of a command. The girl bit her lower lip and before they could leave the area, the cross-dresser went behind the raven-haired scholar and hang the hood of her jacket on his head: "Don't care about the blood. I won't meet with you if you will not use that." She would really insist what she wanted, that's what spoiled princesses were made of. So that Vento would have no other recourse but to use her jacket, Tsuna hastily turned her back and ran away, even if to the man's eyes it was just a dash done by a turtle. A sprint, some turns, a dash, another turn and a few more steps. Once again the girl mingled with the crowd. She had a few hours to spare, and thus she decided to do what she had to do if only this ruckus did not happen in the first place: look for money. The first thing she had thought of was to check the town's mission board. Even if most of the postings there were for mages under the tutelage of a guild, sometimes there were stray mission and request posters that had no 'guild requirement' and could be done by guildless mages. They did not pay as much but it was enough to have a room for a night. Sadly, upon checking in the mission boards which was in the center of the town, there was nothing that she could take. This caused the girl to frown. But that did not make her lose the bounce on her feet...yet. The day before, she played with some instruments in a shop and because of her 'service' the shop managed to sell five guitar units. Because of that she was given a commission, which now it was just fifty Jewels left in her pocket. The blonde thought she could do the same trick, hence she followed the route she had taken the day before which led her to the shop. Unfortunately, it was closed for some reason. "Wow I'm really unlucky today." Tsuna sat on the steps of the store. Her elbow was propped on her knee while her chin was on her hand. She let out a sigh, "Daiki, what should I do? I'm tired and running out of bright ideas." Should she steal? Nope, Daiki would not allow her to do so as it was quite degrading. Should she just go to the inn and wait for hours? Nope, Daiki would not really think it would be a great idea. Besides, she was not sure what was this 'business' she and Vento had to discuss. There was no certainty that it could feed her and give her shelter for the night. Further, what if Vento would not be able to get out of prison? She should not depend on him. Her eyes wandered around. She noticed some street 'magicians', but in reality were just tricksters, and pantomimes performing nearby. She thought of performing as well, but without any string instrument she could not play anything. She had her voice, but it was too thin to be a male, and believed it was not really as melodious as other people's were. Ah...baka. "Dear Daiki. Please forgive me for what I will do. I know you want me to stay as you, but really, this is for survival." She got up and dragged herself behind the store, where she was far from the prying eyes of the public. Carefully she took off the pins that secured her hair. Then, she removed the tie that bound it and let it flow down. Afterwards, she slid her hand underneath her white shirt and took the bandages off. She pocketed them after, then tied the shirt to her side so as it would cling to her body, revealing her thin waist. "I'll...think of Vento, the Dark Guild and Daiki's wrath afterwards. I need to earn money." After making sure she looked like a girl already, she rushed back to the crowd and found her spot where people walk to and fro. She laid down a handkerchief on the ground and positioned herself adjacent to it, stepping on crate which was left by someone, may God bless his soul. There, Tsuna started singing her heart out. It might be a dumb thing to do, but she was not blessed with strength, endurance or patience to do chores. There was nothing really she could do, or so she thought. They might not like her song or her voice at least she was pretty enough to catch their attention and have pity on her. "Everything I aspired to be is nothing that will become of me, If my expectations are just too far-fetched, then just what am I to do? Give a sign, give a sign, a reason not to die, Give me a chance to prove my worth..." Edited by Mariko, May 23 2016, 08:14 PM.
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| heiner777 | May 24 2016, 06:18 AM Post #25 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Vento stepped through the clear glass automatic doors of the Poinsettia Police Station District ‘G’, all cleaned up and – begrudgingly – wearing the jacket lent to him by Daiki with its hood worn up. Alongside him when he exited was a proper gentleman in a sleek black suit and a leather briefcase held on his left hand. He was a tall and slightly stocky individual with slicked brown hair streaked with strips of white and a ware-worn leathery face from years of devoted service in one company’s legal department after another until his cutthroat mien eventually led him to become one of Neo Cortex’s army of elite legal representatives. Silence reigned between the two who neither greeted each other nor expressed any kind of civility common among co-workers in any other field. Both of them knew that they were just doing their jobs, and as such, needed nothing more than the satisfaction of having performed their tasks well. It was already raining hard for quite some time since his voluntary surrender, and by this time, he hoped that Daiki was already at the inn where he was supposed to be. Vento wondered if he should go directly to the inn or stop by the market to get something to wear as well as buy some food for himself and the other man since he thought that the blonde had probably eaten all of the food he gave him. Before he was about to go, he was stopped by his companion’s unexpected query. “Did you really have to make it hard on yourself, Vento? You know that what you did almost brought you out of the protection of the doctrine of self-defense,” he said, slipping out a carton of cigarettes that were already a few sticks short and snagged another nicotine-filled death rod with his mouth. A quick flick of the wrist was all the man needed to summon a spark of his fire magic from his right pointer finger which he used to light up his cigarette. Once done enjoying a few puffs of his vice, the man continued his impromptu waylay of the teenager’s decision for unnecessary violence. Vento grunted in chagrin. “I know the limits to what I do, and I told them the truth – she did attack me and I gouged out her eye balls as a form of defense. Moreover, assuming her previous actions, whatever the subject says now will be discredited in my favor. Your presence here was only a formality after I told my superior of the viable test subject for the Oculus Magica Project,” he explained. The other man smirked. “I know, I know; Zephyrus trained you, after all. I am just worried that you might one day bite off something more than you can chew and I cannot help you anymore. He was my friend, after all; I owe it to him to look after his son—” “—I am not his son,” the youth viciously retorted. “I would appreciate it if you refrain from such sentiments in the future. I know my master better than you and I know that ‘help’ would be the last thing he would want to ask, and I share the same point of view. I am grateful for you coming over, but I had it covered.” “You always have; that was what I am worried about; you are working yourself too hard, kid. You are too obsessed with maintaining a ‘perfect record’; not even the egg-heads back at the main branch strove towards such a thing. Nobody is perfect, kid – such a thing is impossible.” Silence descended between the two with Vento unable to dispute the elder’s words. He gritted his teeth, disgusted with himself for accepting his assessment, but nevertheless held his ground out of pride more than anything. “Excellence is not an act, but a routine; and I plan on continuing my routine until I die. In any case, I have to get going.” With those words, Vento left the man to his own devices and trudged into the cold rain that was just as devoid of warmth as his parting words. He finally set on passing by the market area first to get something to eat for dinner before heading straight to the inn where he figured Daiki was probably waiting to near-insanity by this point in time. The scholar figured that he could always return to his own accommodations later on to change into something less damp, but he wanted to discuss things over with Daiki as soon as possible since his researcher’s hunger surpassed his desire for a proper change of clothing. It did not take long for the raven-haired man to reach the market place with his speed as he began to scan the area for the nearest kiosk where he could buy some bento boxes. His strides were big and hurried as he waded through the rain and the waves of people, the only thought occupying his mind being to finish things up as fast as possible, unwilling to make Daiki wait a minute longer than he already had since he wanted to study the blonde’s ‘Blank Magic’ in great detail since, apparently, he ‘forgot’ how it worked from when he saw it the first time. It was to be expected though; Anti-Magic also worked on Archive Magic. Edited by heiner777, May 24 2016, 06:19 AM.
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| Mariko | May 24 2016, 12:42 PM Post #26 |
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Seven songs, a series of silly dance moves, and Two Thousand Three Jewels later, the nimbostratus clouds above Tsuna's head had gotten lower. The moisture in the air could be felt greatly, as a distinct fresh earthy aroma filled everyone's olfactory sense. Rain was about to come, and before the first drops fall down from the dark skies, the girl jumped off the crate and took the money she had earned from her shameless singing. The amount she had gathered was not much, in fact it was not enough to rent a decent room for a night, but this was better than having nothing. It was better than going back to that once zombie-infested village in West Fiore, passing through that enchanting yet gut-twisting horrendously smelling lake, and lowering her now almost non-existent pride just to ask someone she used to know for some 'help'. The first and last time she went there, her brain almost became some zombies' dinner. It wasn't the worse as she was not allowed of some 'help' if she would not accede to some 'fantasies' of a good-for-nothing old man. She filled her pockets with the said bills and coins. Exhaustion kicking in, Tsuna afterwards trudged through the crowd as everyone else around her moved in a rushed pace. If along the way she could not find a secluded place to prep herself up, changing her 'identity' from woman to As the beige-blonde haired heir pushed her way through the hurried congregation of souls aiming to reach the inn where she met Vento earlier that day, she fished out a bottle of water from the plastic bag she had been carrying all day and chugged its contents until she emptied all its contents even if it was not cold anymore. Once done, she placed the empty bottle back inside the plastic bag where what was left was a sealed bottled water, a can of soda, and a few more snacks enough for Tsuna. The handle of the bag around her wrist, she unknotted her white ribbed shirt to make it loose once more then started tying her long hair. After a few tugs to loosen up the tie, her slim digits caressed her long hair up to the tips, then parted it in the middle before tucking in each part. To secure it, she placed bobby pins. She knew how to put each pins where it would not be easily noticed. Even without the benefit of a mirror she already knew what exactly she needed to do with her hair to make it appear short and boyish. When she had fully done her hair she was already in front of the inn. The place was not as chic or highly magical as other hotels and places in Poinsettia, thus why they were the cheapest in the area. It was not like the other hotels and inns were lacrima had empowered simple mechanisms such as the opening of doors. Praying that the scholar was not yet there, she held on the knob, turned it and pushed. A young brunette who was busy retouching her make-up sitting behind the reception desk greeted her without any cheer. "I'm to meet someone here,' Tsuna told the receptionist. It was a relief the familiar face was not yet around, hence after placing the plastic bag on one of the couches, she took the chance to make a quick visit to the communal restroom. Since there was no other people around --- particularly men ---- she took no hesitations in using the men's portion. Locking herself up in a cubicle, the girl lifted her shirt and started wrapping her chest with the bandage she had placed inside her back pocket earlier. The rain started to pour out when she was half-way done. Tsuna sighed. The warm restricting bandage added to the weight of pretending to be someone else, and it all started to wear her out, but she had no choice...she thought she had no choice as to her belief this was what her brother wanted. Her breathing got controlled as pain surged throughout her chest because of it being pressed tightly, but she knew it would pass. She had dealt with it too many times, and she knew after a few minutes the pain would numb down. The downpour got stronger. The girl, now assuming a man's persona, walked out of the restroom and had her seat. Vento was not yet around. Oh well. Tsuna decided to take out one of the contents of the plastic bag and remove its foil. She took a bite of the cold greasy cheeseburger. Two. She slowly chewed her food. Nothing was getting inside her head anymore. Three. She bit once again on the burger and chewed as slow as earlier. Four. Gulp. Five. *Blag* She could not hold her fatigue any longer. Her head hit the table before her as in no time she was taken to dreamland. Edited by Mariko, May 24 2016, 12:46 PM.
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| heiner777 | May 25 2016, 02:08 AM Post #27 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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The door into the unmaintained inn creaked open like the screech of nails on a chalkboard to welcome a sopping wet Vento into the musty and spartan reception hall where he supposed Daiki was already at. He cringed slightly at the motif and no longer wondered why the man refused to pay for his lodgings in full; the place was absolutely devoid of color and felt more of a prison cell than the detention booth he had been locked up in at the police station. Time and torment had deteriorated the walls into a monochrome gray and the air quality reflected the austere environment – one filled with air freshener in an attempt to mask the smell of rotting wood that seeped through the walls during a deluge such as the one outside. As Vento proceeded further into the building he was unenthusiastically greeted by a brunette receptionist who mirrored the dull environment that desperately tried to make itself as appealing as possible through artificial means, if the freshly applied make-up was any indication. The scholar did not even bother to return the mechanical gesture and neither did the young woman react to it as she continued to simply mind her own business with the same indifference as she probably exhibited on any other day she was on shift, constantly pondering on her existence and how in the world she could have ended up as a receptionist in a run-down in. Leaving behind the passive woman at the receiving area of the inn, Vento finally found Daiki who fast asleep at the lounge, hunched over with his head on the table in front of him while holding a half-eaten burger on his hand. The scene itself was something he had expected considering the time it took for him to finish up with the affidavits and records necessary for release, but at the very least, he would have expected Daiki to fall in a more dignified position. As he was right now, it looked like he was giving himself fellatio which, given his assessment on the blonde, was not exactly far-fetched as it would seem. Regardless he was visibly and understandably tired and Vento did not want to disturb him from whatever homosexual fantasy world he was living out in his thoughts. He, at least, deserved that much. Gays – you never know what to expect from them, thought Vento and took the seat adjacent to Daiki. He placed his plastic bag containing two bentos and two canned butterbeers onto the table carefully then fished out a newly-bought shirt and jeans from the market since he planned on just simply changing at this inn after he had had a shower. He also took the liberty of procuring some new clothes for Daiki – nothing special, but just as cheap as his own flea market garb – since he figured that he had been recycling the same fashion for days since he carried nothing but the clothes on his back when Vento had first met him. It was also partly the reason why he did not want to accept the charity of someone whom he viewed as destitute; if he got his jacket dirty, there would be no telling how he would clean it considering his hand-to-mouth existence. The thought of his state was dismissed with a grunt and the young man proceeded to get his share of the dinner he had bought. Freshly-cooked white rice and generous cuts of chicken strips bathed in thick teriyaki sauce coated with sesame seeds graced his nose as Vento snapped his chopsticks with one hand and began to eat. Sauce and saliva mixed on his lips which formed a contented smile while he ate, fatigue and famishment blowing away with every bite of the food from those extra-large dinner boxes that could feed three people. Anyone who would see the scholar right now would probably mark him more as a beast by how he voraciously scarfed down his food, but he did not care – satisfying his aching stomach was all that mattered. In the midst of his solitary dinner, the scholar accidentally jarred the table forward with his knee, shaking it. He immediately stopped his feast to check on Daiki, hoping that he had not disturbed the man’s slumber with his careless act brought about by enjoying the myriad flavors of his oriental-styled dish too much. Vento had no idea what kind of person Daiki was when awakened and worried for his anus. Still, should the other man dare try to force himself upon Vento while his clouded brain was still under the effect of any immoral dream, he would not find him wanting in self-defense. |
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| Mariko | May 25 2016, 05:01 AM Post #28 |
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It was not just a dream, but also a reminiscence of a distant past... well, not completely. It was slightly altered. Glittery pastel colors swirled and danced with the clouds of cotton candy and bubble gum which can be seen clearly through the window made up of white chocolate-coated pretzel sticks. Within the confides of the four-sided ginger bread house a beige-blonde haired young teenager clad in a navy blue pleated skirt matched with a blazer with a white polo blouse and a blue necktie could be seen sitting on a chair in front of a huge mahogany desk --- but one could not be sure if it was really made up of mahogany or sugar-sprinkled graham crackers. The blazer she wore had an emblem coming from one of the most prestigious non-mage schools in Fiore. Papers rain down on her, all of them bore the same huge letter in bold red. F. "Accounting, F. Business Data Analysis, F. Business Law, F. Tsuna..." a man who looked strinkingly similar from the girl, albeit taller and had shorter hair, appeared adjacent to her, his visage clearly showed an indication of extreme worry. "Grandma doesn't know what to do with you anymore. She had given you one of the best tutors in Crocus, and she did not even make any comments or qualms when you had repeat those subjects two times now." "Three," Tsuna corrected her brother. It elicited a long heavy sigh from the man. His arm shot up, a finger stuck inside his ear as he rubbed it vigorously. "Did you tell her about this already?" Tsuna shook her head, her braids following the movement of her head. "I don't understand what part of this is hard for you," Daiki had a hunch already --- being her sister's 'guardian' as she grew up under his care and not allowing anyone else to take care of her, not even his grandmother who seemed to exist just to provide the two with their material needs, he knew she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. However, this one was quite frustrating. He tried to be calm even if he himself was upset with his little sister's stellar academic record. "I know, I know!" the girl pouted, crossing her arms in front of her. Whenever she was doing that, he already knew she was on the verge of a tantrum. Daiki sighed once again, "okay what do you want me to do?" "Oh my God, Daiki do you really have to ask?" Tsuna snarled, "I'm sick of doing these all over again! Anything! Talk to the director, bribe my professors to take back those grades and give me a passing one, do my special projects, oh my God just anything!" This wasn't the first time he had been her troubleshooter. He took out his compact communications lacrima from his pocket. At this moment the particular scent of teriyaki sauce and sesame seeds graced the blonde's senses as her two-toned eyes watched his every move with anticipation. The man knew this, and to keep her on the edge of her seat he would move slower than a snail, a cheeky grin on his face. "Oh my God Daiki, I'm going to hurt you so bad if you keep me waiting!" "Oh?" he placed the rectangular lacrima down on the table. He pressed his hands on its surface and leaned towards the teenager, a light cracking sound could be heard as if the graham desk was to split in three parts. "I wonder how you're going to do that. If I am not mistaken you can't even lift a plate," he teased, stifling a chuckle afterwards. No matter what the girl would say, he would still do his best to save her arse. Tsuna gritted her teeth, "Stop that! I love you but you're being a ---- " Suddenly the table where her forehead was pressed jolted. The girl who was still under the spell of her dream straightened up and shouted using her thin voice, "--- DICK!" Her voice echoed throughout the whole ground floor. Right after her lips moved, her eyes opened wide as if shocked of what happened. When she was finally conscious, she found Vento, who had a bento (ooc: giggle giggle), staring at her. The brunette receptionist swiveled her head towards Tsuna and Vento's direction, curious why suddenly someone would blurt out a male body part. Five seconds of awkward silence. Her face turned red in embarrassment. She just strengthened the raven-haired teenager's belief that she was gay. If only she could disappear right that very moment.... "Uhm, yeah...hi... ugh... how... how long have you been here?" she asked in a hushed tone after clearing her throat. Edited by Mariko, May 25 2016, 07:04 AM.
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| heiner777 | May 25 2016, 04:50 PM Post #29 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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((And so the misunderstandings keep piling up. ( =w= )v)) As soon as Daiki had been brought back to consciousness, his very first word was that of a phallus uttered in a thin voice which was undeniably female in both tone and pitch. A bead of cold sweat trickled down Vento’s face, surprised of the blonde man’s repressed homosexuality that he imagined himself to be a woman in his dreams. Of course he did have feminine features to easily pass off as one though, but Vento simply thought that Daiki was just like him – a man who had the double-edged blessing of having developed a degree of natural androgynous attractiveness. However, at that very moment, he had realized that he was wrong; Daiki really did seem to think of himself as a woman, and one hungering for a thick rod of hardened flesh. Vento spoke in an understandably awkward tone that actively tried to right itself back to a casual tenor, wholly ignoring the other man’s question. After all, it did not matter how long he had been there since the damage had been done and the scholar’s view of Daiki was changed. “So you really like ‘it’ that much, huh…?” he asked purely out of rhetoric since he was neither interested nor curious as to the depths of Daiki’s love for homosexual intercourse. He can keep the details of his satyromania to himself; as long as he was not a victim of it himself, he can accept the teenager’s ‘true’ self even if he denied it. After he had spoken out his rhetorical question, the raven-haired scholar steered the conversation – as brief as it was – to another topic altogether. “Well, whatever. I bought you some food and clothes, so you can change out of your old attire once you are done eating,” said Vento and gradually went back to his bento box to continue with his meal, mentally dismissing the event as something generally unimportant save the fact that it did manage to speak volumes about Daiki Kushinada as a whole. It likewise somewhat explained to him a probable reason as to why he wanted to gain some distance away from his family, thus answering the question he had posited to him previously at the park. Living in a gilded cage was not exactly the problem; it was living within it while trying to convince yourself that you were a bird when, in reality, you were a butterfly. It was hard to deny oneself and live in the shoes of someone else; Vento understood that hardship quite well since he, too, had doubts as to how he should live out his life once he surpassed his goal of overcoming Zephyrus. They were just random musings at that point since he did not hold any delusion that he would be able to achieve it at any time soon, but it was nevertheless a question that needed to be asked as early as possible. He did not want to be chained down to the old man’s principles, but at the same time, they were what made him ‘Vento Aureo’ and to deny them was, in effect, to deny him. In a way, in Vento’s eyes, he and Daiki had that in common – they were at a loss with how they should live out their lives. Without much in terms of pushing the subject back at Daiki, Vento eventually finished his share of their dinner and now waited for the other man to do the same. He still pondered on the thought he had just had, but he knew that merely thinking about things would not benefit anyone. Thus, he stood up from his seat and proceeded to the nearby receptionist to rent out a two-bedroom unit for Daiki and himself just so he could shower and change into the clothes he had bought. Moreover, with the sensitive information he was going to disclose upon the teen, it would be better to have more privacy than what the inn’s lounge could care to afford the two of them. While it may be true that he had his reservations upon the whole thing considering the recent revelation regarding the depth of Daiki’s ‘secretive’ homosexuality, it was the most logical thing to do in light of the task he would be asking from the youth. Even so, if worse comes to worst, he knew he can just run away from the man or just beat him up should his immoral lust prevail over his logical reasoning. Hopefully things would not come to that, but he needed to be sure; he always had to be. He returned to the table with keys to a room in the second floor of the inn and tossed an extra set to the young man. “Eat up your fill and head on up once you are done,” he said, grabbing his clothes and leaving Daiki’s attire still wrapped in plastic. “I will be going on ahead to take a shower. Take your time – seriously, do not rush. I would not want you to walk in on me while I am naked.” The last statement was both a command and a warning for Daiki just in case he had any more bright ideas. It set the line between him and Vento who, clearly, was willing to work around anything but would not tolerate any manner of tomfoolery if done without justifiable cause. Thus, having standardized the foundations of their professional relationship, the scholar proceeded up the crooked banister to cleanse himself of the day’s woes and change into something more casual. |
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| Mariko | May 26 2016, 01:09 AM Post #30 |
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ooc: nice one heiner, i laughed so hard after reading your post. --- Upon hearing the raven-haired man's rhetoric her dual-toned eyes stared at him like a deer in the headlights, confusion taking over her simple mind. For a few seconds she could not decipher what 'it' meant until it fully dawned to her that he was indeed assuming she was a man who was in a dry spell and could not wait to have a taste of someone's thick hot meat. Shame. Why would some curses and adjectives to describe someone's annoying behavior needed to be the same words as those of genitals and sexual slangs? Tsuna would have corrected him, telling Vento he got it all wrong, but it was quite obvious --- or so the woman thought --- that Vento would rather not talk about it. Would steering the subject back to that awkward moment really redeem her now tarnished 'name'? Would it not put Vento in a more uncomfortable position? Tsuna mentally palmed her face in a mix of shame and desperation, but the same disarmed her of haste mental processes to come up with anything to save face... not like she was capable of thinking that quickly, anyway. "T-thanks," she whispered as her head was bowed down, grabbing her share of food from the plastic bag. Opening the lid, the steam from the warm rice brushed her cheeks. Quietly, Tsuna partook her meal, her own bento box contained strips of tonkatsu with its sauce in a small 'compartment' of the box, pickled radish, stir-fried bean sprouts and two pieces of maki. While normally the girl would have savor the taste of her food and mentally critiquing each, she was not able to afford such leisure due to embarrassment. She mechanically ate her meal with the same slowness she would normally do. Moreover, it would look like she was hunched over her bento too much as if to hide her face from the person in front of her. When she had consumed 1/4 of her meal, a familiar 'kit' landed right in front of her. She knew what it meant. Tsuna pulled her head up to quizically look at Vento, "Are you really serious in renting a room in this ... place? I thought we're just going to talk about a business..." With what happened earlier that day --- when Tsuna refused to fully pay her rent because of how horrendous the room was, and Vento gauging the inn keeper's eyes out of her sockets --- it felt that they were too thick-skinned to stay in that place. Her question was impliedly answered when the man grabbed his clothes and told Tsuna to go to 'their' room once she was done eating. "Tch, why would I want to see you naked?!" she yelled as he left the cross-dresser on her own, taking the creaky stairs to reach the second floor. "Weird guy." She took a few sips of her butterbeer before inspecting the contents of the plastic that was left for her. It was not a challenge to tell that the clothes inside were cheap, and Tsuna could also tell that Vento either just grabbed these thoughtlessly or he was making fun of her. The bottoms were decent dark-colored chino shorts ---- she had no qualms about it ---- but the shirt included was pink making her mouth fell ajar. "Tch, Vento Aureo, you imp." Not really. To be honest, Tsuna was quite moved by the things he had done for her today. True they did not share the same insights about life and humanity as his views were dim-colored, in which they could debate on for a whole day, he was still kind-hearted, maybe he was oblivious about it, enough to make her not worry for her today's existence. He provided her with food, clothes (finally, Tsuna did not have to wash her own and wait for them to dry while laying naked on a bed), and a roof above her head for the night, and apparently something that would help her thrive, if their 'talk' later would be fruitful. Even if he thought she was a closet homosexual, he seemed not to be turned off by it as if she was someone with a communicable disease and continued to 'talk' and co-exist with her. Even if she was a stranger and had no idea how to get her next day's sustenance he paid for her debt. It wouldn't be too much then if Tsuna would stay by his side for some time not to be a leech but just to... well, listen to him and endure his on-and-off callousness as a payment for his kindness. Perhaps, let him know it would be good for him if he genuinely smile every now and then, and maybe reach for his hand and show him that there was more to life than rigidness and logic --- but that was a too farfetched desire already. That was all she could give at that moment. "Well, maybe when I retrieve my fortune I could just give him funds for...research?" Once she had emptied the bento box and the can of butterbeer, approximately around 45 minutes after the scholar left, Tsuna grabbed her things and proceeded to the room Vento rented for them. As she passed by the receptionist's desk, the brunette suddenly gave her a mischievous smile and greeted, "Have fun with your cute boyfriend, sir." "What the fuck? We're not related," Tsuna retorted, wanting to punch the lady already but struggled to keep her cool. "Ooooh is that so? I see~" the receptionist just giggled and winked before going back to her dull expression, painting her nails with a glittery gold lacquer. Tsuna let out an exasperated sigh, stomping her feet as she moved to the second floor of the inn. "--- wait, did my retort worsen the situation? Does she now think I rented Vento for the night?" she stopped half-way the hall upon realizing what she did and hit her head multiple times. "Wow, you're such an idiot, Tsuna! You're...so gay." with a damp soul she dragged her feet. It did not take long when she found herself in front of the door. Room 214. Knowing how antiquated this place was she carefully opened the door, it emitted a loud high-pitched squeak. "I'm here, I'm coming in," Tsuna declared just to be sure the man had an idea that she had reached the room already and would not find a naked Vento walking around the room. She got herself in, and then carefully closed and locked the door. If Vento was still in the shower, she would proceed to the farthest bed and sit on its edge, back facing the side of the shower door while dumbly twiddling her thumb. If Vento was already out of the shower and waiting, she would just greet him and wait for any further instructions before proceeding to the shower. Edited by Mariko, May 26 2016, 01:22 AM.
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