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{{~*Heheh of course it's fine~*~}}
Kyriel remained silently, only nodding slightly. The Drow was certainly an odd creature, and Kyriel had a strong feeling that he had not seen the last of him. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, he had yet to decipher, though he got the feeling that it was the latter. "Yes, sir." Kyriel said in a quiet way that could be considered a squeak. The punishment sounded okay to him. At least no money would be involved. The bathrooms he could certainly handle--it was not the first time he had been assigned such a task, and at least it would let him have some time alone. The training was actually the one he less liked. Most boys at the school would love to have some one-on-one time with the knight, though his harsh discipline was hard to handle. In most of the other boys' minds, it was worth it. Kyriel was not such a big fan of it. Though he did like the idea of sharpening his skills; that was what he was here for anyway. If he really had as much potential as everyone told him, then this would be quite useful. If he went back home on holiday break with some of that solid teaching under his belt, perhaps he could make his parents proud. |
With hardly another word the principal dismissed Kyriel and gathered some things to head off to where that other pressing matter was.
Bryn had in the back of his mind to intercept Kyriel after the meeting with the principal. But his whole world didn't revolve around that kid, it was just the first friend he made here and likely to be his only. Even an assassin in training like him enjoyed having a companion. Though he got the impression Kyriel didn't like him that much yet... 'meh that'll change eventually, in the meantime I'll abuse the food privileged I have here' he though gorging down on more food than he'd seen in his whole life. |
Skittering away quickly as soon as he was released, Kyriel was not sure what to do at first. Classes would start soon, but he still had a few minutes, and he preferred not to skulk around the halls during such times. Even if the main bullies were now on their way home, it did not mean that he was totally safe. There was still the Drow and there were still other students who might poke fun at him. It was hard being an Elf sometimes; he could easily hear the hurtful comments and giggling even if the students thought they were being sly and discreet.
Kyriel decided to resort to his usual; the janitor's closet near the kitchen. The janitor was the closest thing that Kyriel had to a friend at this point. The silver-haired Elf was old and bent over, his right leg crippled from an old injury. There was much mystery surrounding the Elf, especially since he was marred and thus unable to speak. Patience was strong in his ancient heart though, and he accepted Kyriel. Kyriel could tell that he really did accept him too, it was not just because he could not speak to taunt him. Although it was not really the reason he was there, Kyriel found himself disappointed to not find him there. At least he could curl up on the floor and entertain himself in peace. |
Three trays full of food later gave Bryn more shocked-curious looks from people than a teacher chain swearing. He was surprised himself but not done yet. All that remained was a delicious bowl of pudding. "I will eat you my preciooous" he purred to the bowl just as the bell rang. Anyone who had remained at that table left happy to get away from the insane student. "Dang it's a school day isn't it?"
Bryn groaned getting up to seek out his classes. Groaning not because he hated what laid ahead of him but because his stomach was stretched out from all the food he ate. Despite its protests Bryn kept shovling the pudding into his mouth as he walked. |
After a few minutes, the janitor did show up, though he did not stay long. As soon as he caught sight of Kyriel curled up in the middle of the floor, he smiled faintly, pausing to brush his fingers once gently through the little Elf's silky hair. Not moving, Kyriel just watched the older Elf as he gathered supplies, mustering up a slight smile once he was leaving.
Eventually, the sound of the bell ringing reached Kyriel's sharp ears. A soft sigh escaped his lips, but he knew that he had to get up and head to his first class. He was already cleaning bathrooms; no more injury needed to be added. It took little time to get to his first class, and from there things just went as usual. Half of the classes were enjoyable, the other half near-torture. Time in-between classes was better than usual without his main bullies there. Now it was mostly just the freshman and transfers commenting on how pretty "she" was. |
The day progressed a little how he had imagined it. He was late to his first class, and mostly everyone was a little skittish around him. Sometimes he approach in an overly friendly matter, like they were best buddies, just to freak them out that from then on they'd be stuck with him. It was fun, no one wanted to have a "demon worshiper" as a friend. By his head third class Bryn had a good grip of the school's layout and had no more trouble finding classes.
But overall the first day was rather dull. "Next I have art with Mr.Tsorrrvzoovac? What kind of looney name is that?" A scratch on his head but went onwards. Nearing the class he caught a pleasant surprise. It looked Kyriel was going to the same way he was. Bryn followed a good distance away using the body of other students for cover. |
Kyriel often went through the halls briskly, preferring to sit in the back of the class while he waited for the class to start. Usually this was just to avoid people, but when it came to the Art class, it was just because he was excited to get there. Both the subject and the teacher were worth moving a little faster for.
As he reached the door, Kyriel realized that someone was following him. It was not that he saw someone or anything, but he could just tell. Stopping in the doorframe, he looked back at the mass of teens, but there were quite a few coming to this class. It was hard to tell who it was. Shaking his head slightly, Kyriel curled up on a stool next to one of the desks, the one in the far corner. It was darker back there, further away from the window than the other seats. It was the seat he always sat in unless someone pushed him out of it. Nobody ever bothered to ask him to move unless someone was just deliberately trying to get on his nerves. Mr. Tsorvzovac had punished the offenders when they had done that before, though Kyriel had been willing to give up the seat anyway. "Good morning, Ky!" The Half-Elf spun around from where he was putting some paintbrushes in order to greet Kyriel. Shuffling over to the desk, Tsorvzovac smiled brightly. With a face like that pointed at him, Kyriel could not help but smile back a little. "Glad to see you back this year!" The teacher beamed, giving his student a half-hug. Most did not bother to throw accusations of sexual harassment, thankfully. Tsorvzovac had a good reputation anyway; he had been teaching here for ten years and had been voted favorite teacher by the students nearly half of the semesters he had taught. Noticing the other students filing in, Tsorvzovac gave Kyriel one last pat on the head before turning to greet them with similar words as well as meet some of the newcomers. Kyriel just slumped over the desk, shaking his head a little so that his face would be almost completely hidden by his arms and hair other than his nose sticking out and one of his eyes, barely visible. There were about five other students there early, and Kyriel watched them from his spot, content to do so in peace. Almost all of them were new, and one of the girls kept eying him like she might come over and introduce herself. Kyriel kind of hoped that she would resist; he tended to manage getting no desk mate, as he wished, and she looked like the type who would talk a lot. A friend would be nice though. At least Mr. Tsorvzovac was distracting her with some questions. |
((a bit sucky...and I recall brainstorming about a post that I liked but for some reason it seems I never posted it. Great xP ))
Bryn tried to slip past the scarily cheerful teacher talking to a girl student at the door but didn't escape his big rainbow and sunshine smile. It was now this drow's turn to be skittish as pure concentrated happy beams was shot at him in a stream of loud words and a louder shirt. Thankfully IT lost interest when Bryn refused to speak and used pantomime instead. Despite feeling vaguely embarrassed for no apparent reason he could discern he found who he had followed her and took a seat next to him. Completely cutting of a girl who was about to sit, or at least stand in that seat. He could see from the corner of his eye her beginning to protest before snapping that jaw shut. "Guess who has the same class as you." he said with a very slight smile. This girly elf still had a rather negative image of him. Bryn hoped to change that. |
{{~*Aww that stinks. D:
But it's okay. At least it gets us moving again. c: It's not that bad anyway. Just shorter than they have been, which happens. (with me a lot XD)*~}} Kyriel kept his surveillance of the scene sharp, watching as the drow came in. He was a little bit glad to see that the teacher was making Bryn squirm a little. It was not at all surprising, really. Mr. Tsorvzovac was practically the opposite of the dark elf, from what Kyriel could see. Even though Tsorvzovac was undeniably lovable, Kyriel seriously doubted that the drow and half-elf would truly get along. Although Tsorvzovac was an extremely friendly person, he was also no-nonsense, not to mention protective of peace between his students. As Bryn sat next to him, Kyriel could feel his entire body tensing up. He did, of course, hear what the boy said. The urge to retaliate was strong, but Kyriel resisted. Instead, he gave the drow absolutely nothing. He did not move, he did not speak, he did not even blink. He was rather pleased with himself that he could manage this too. |
Kyriel's response didn't have much affect on Bryn. In response he didn't say anything back either. He turned his attention to other matters. Like the class layout. And the teacher...how was he going to survive this class?
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The silence went on for a satisfying amount of time, though Kyriel finally broke his concentration. He hated to do it, but his hand was starting to fall asleep. In the sudden movement, he actually spooked himself a bit, hand jerking out uncontrollably to knock a cup of pencils and pens and paintbrushes to the floor. His face was burning red as he hopped down to the floor to pick them up.
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