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Post by Celia Abbott on Oct 21, 2016 6:28:56 GMT -6
She noticed him reaching out his scroll as she was showing him the opening chapter of the book. It took her a moment to register that it was a reply to the question she had just asked, though at the time she hadn't even realized she'd said anything at all. It took her a moment to remember what sort of context his answer was supposed to be in, since she couldn't remember the question itself. They hadn't even started to actually practice yet, and she was already screwing up. Perfect. Still, his response at least gave her a bit more information than she had previously - this was indeed who she thought it was, she had not made a mistake. Nodding to herself, on some level somewhat satisfied that she had reached at least some kind of small victory today, she began to scan through the pages.
Only after Raven had moved behind her did Celia become aware he had come closer to her. Normally, she was a bit adverse to the invasion of her personal space, but this seemed a bit different. It would be better for them both to read, but reading separately would take up time...and reading at the same time wouldn't be very easy if they were far away from one another. And so, after a brief moment of tenseness in her body, she relaxed and tilted the book a bit so it was easier for Raven to read from the angle.
The section itself listed the basics on stance and foot placement, and included a handful of diagrams and pictures of the same pair of dancers. They seemed simple enough to follow, maybe not quite so much in practice, but she was a bit more worried about something that the section seemed to stress more than just once - the height of the partners. She hadn't really thought that something like a difference in size would really affect her ability to dance with someone... How was this meant to work, then? She mulled it over in her head, but ultimately she decided not to bring it up. They could figure something out.
Raven tapped his finger on the page, and Celia snapped out of her thought. She lifted her head up and watched him step back from her, holding out his hand as if meaning for her to take it in her own. He was grinning, but not maliciously. She couldn't really tell what the emotion was, but it didn't feel threatening or off-putting. She smiled as well and set the book down off to the side, reaching her own hand out to grasp his.
"Okay, so...we're supposed to stand like..." She trailed off.
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Post by Raven Clovis on Oct 22, 2016 5:02:15 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
 When Celia took hold of his own hand as she set the book off to the side, the golden-eyed male thought that hers was rather rough for a girl of her age. In turn, his thoughts briefly wondered where she'd come from, why she decided to become a hunter in the first place, small, insignificant things that didn't really pertain to what they were doing. However, her voice quickly ripped Raven's attention back to the reality. Right. They were trying to practice dancing so neither of them would embarrass themselves, weren't they? "Okay, so...we're supposed to stand like..." Raven's head tilted his head at that. <"Just stand there...?">She was right, for the most parts, but they couldn't simply just stand there, holding hands in a suspended animation. Dancing meant that they had to actually move, but from what he'd understood from roughly reading the manual's guidelines, the two of them were going to be have to invade each other's personal spaces. In fact, a lot of the ballroom dancing seemed to have its own flair which would provide them with plenty of breathing room at some parts, but for now the two were going to have to settle for the basic maneuvers until they mastered it, it seemed. Though, only problem: Both of them were on a standstill in this position. Someone had to start it.... He wasn't too sure what was going through Celia's mind at this very moment, but the brunette was getting somewhat impatient. If they were going to practice, then they had to get over the fact that they were going to uncomfortable. The brunette didn't appreciate the feeling of queasiness any more than the girl in front of him did. Besides, the two of them were near complete strangers who'd just happened to have met under some peculiar circumstances. Mustering up some courage he had within him for both of their sakes, Raven took a big step forward, and put himself in a position that the manual had shown him. Then, using both of his hands, he'd helped her do the same thing that he was trying to do. It was at times like these when he found his inability to communicate using his voice awfully inconvenient. He wanted to at least give her a heads up warning that he was going to try this so-called 'one-two' that the book had shown them, but out of his lack of patience on his part, Raven decided to move on his own, hoping that the girl would just keep up with him. His movements, probably like Celia's was rather rigid, and awkward to boot. Though, every time he stepped on the girl's foot, he tried to look as apologetic as possible to try and express that he didn't exactly mean any harm by it. Given his weight, Raven thought that it was definitely going to hurt. There had to be better ways than this than both of them stepping on top of each others' toes. Realizing this, the boy came to a slow halt and gently broke away from Celia, scratching the back of his head with his mechanical arm before he took out his scroll once again. <"Hey, is your foot okay?"> Whether she replied or not, he'd type away at another message for her. <"There has to be a better way than just us two stepping on each other all over the place.... At this rate, I might even break your little foot.">
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Post by Celia Abbott on Oct 24, 2016 17:26:48 GMT -6
About halfway through her sentance, Celia had completely spaced out - distracted by the awkward venture of holding the hand of someone she had only just learned the name of. She hadn't really given it a second thought, but the feeling of physical contact with a virtual stranger had jarred her out of her enigmatic stupor and thrust her directly into the mouth of reality. She wasn't averse to physical contact, nor was she unfamiliar with it. Her mother hugged her often, as did her father when he had been around. Minette used to lift her up and carry her. Agnès had actually wrestled her once or twice. It certainly wasn't something she found unpleasant or repulsive in and of itself, but it felt...different here, somehow. Her close proximity to Raven had only felt strange at first because she was uncertain, perhaps even a little fearful, of the young man. As her fear subsided with introductions and small chatter, she hadn't particularly found herself feeling any sort of tension or awkwardness between the two of them, but now it felt like all of the adversity she should have felt was now being heaped onto her by the bucketful. Perhaps it was just the fact that her mind had been wandering for most of this time, occupying itself mainly with events that had already happened or had yet to happen, instead of events that had been happening at that moment. Or perhaps it was the feeling of his hand. It felt so foreign to her, smooth, solid, but with shallow scratches - like old metal. She happened to glance down at it amid her thoughts and, to her surprise, she found her comparison had been far more than just that. His hand was indeed metallic, though whether it was a prosthetic or merely a gauntlet, she dared not ask. How had she not noticed when he had given her the book? Was she really that out of it? Before she could hazard a protest, or even any kind of response, Raven had taken the initiative. He moved with a fluid grace and quickness that she had not expected out of someone with a larger build than she, and she was taken by surprise when he began to assist her with fitting into the position the manual had pictured. The shock of her revelations wore off by the time Raven had taken his first step into the simple one-two they were meant to be practicing. Attempting to salvage her own ineptitude, Celia quickly did her best to catch up with him, but overcompensated. The front of her boot settled into the spot just below where Raven's foot was set to step. The contact was painful, but Celia did not make a sound. She grit her teeth and continued on with the dance. Like her partner, her movements were stiff and awkward, a testament to her own inexperience in the art and to their lack of personal chemistry. Not that she had expected any less, though. They had known each other for a whopping ten minutes - she couldn't predict someone's style within that sort of time frame. Raven's strides kept Celia moving constantly to keep her short legs up to speed with his longer ones. She would overcompensate, and set her foot where Raven was about to step. She would react too slowly to his movement, and not move her foot away in time before his was coming down from his step. With each new contact, Celia felt a pulse of pain rocket up her leg from her toes. She dared not complain. This was fine. She made a mental note to invest in some steel-toe boots the next time she went into town. Put that birthday money to good use. Raven's sudden halt and subsequent retreat from the dance gave her a bit of pause. Had she done something wrong? Was he frustrated? Oh no, not even a day in to learning how to dance and she had already disappointed her partner. She doubted he would want to continue at this rate, if he wanted to continue with her at all. If she had really messed up as badly as she thought she had, then it would likely result in her not being able to attend the dance. She wouldn't embarrass herself by showing up not knowing how to dance and just sitting at a table by herself drinking punch all night. No, no...she would have to- <"Hey, is your foot okay?"> Huh? Celia paused mid-thought. Of all the things she had expected Raven to potentially say or do, that was certainly not among them. He hadn't yelled at her, or insulted her, he hadn't even critiqued her. He had shown concern. That was... <"There has to be a better way than just us two stepping on each other all over the place.... At this rate, I might even break your little foot."> She didn't really know what to say. While she was certainly caught off-guard (happily) by his concern for her well-being, she had no real response to his comment. She made to step forward, to say something, anything to break the silence between them while she thought, but as she stepped she let out a little squeak. The pain in her foot was immense now, far more than it had been. She grit her teeth and closed her eyes, lifting her foot off the ground and shaking it, hoping to will the pain away somehow, but to no real avail. She quickly put her foot down, a second pulse of pain eliciting a muffled squeal, hoping he wouldn't notice her plight. Shakily, she shrugged, daring not open her mouth for fear of him hearing her voice tremble. |
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Post by Raven Clovis on Oct 25, 2016 4:30:57 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
There had to be a better way. For the last few minutes, Raven had either been either stepping on Celia's foot - or her stepping on his due to the clear difference between their heights. Neither of them were going to last long, nor would Celia's poor feet if they kept going like this. She was quite the light weight compared to him, and given her legs, which were much shorter than his own, she continously had to compensate for his much larger steps compared to hers. The brunette thought about keeping up with her instead, but again, he felt like he would continue to step on her foot again by mistake even if they did things the other way around with her leading the steps. A pause. Raven's amber-colored iris' drifted back towards Celia when a sound of a squeak reached his ears. It didn't take much of a doctor to figure out that her foot was smarting after the mess of a practice they've done. Given how many times he'd run over her foot with his own, it didn't surprise the young hunter that she was stumbling a little here and there in her steps, but he did feel quite sorry for it. However, something about this whole predicament made the young hunter's perpetual frown on his face grow even deeper. He wasn't... exactly getting angry just yet. More frustrated, if anything by the way she was acting. The boy had no idea why she was holding it down so much, pretending that it didn't even hurt her. Unfortunately for her, the mute had already taken a notice of her oh-so-obvious muffled plights, even as she tried to shrug it off as if it were nothing. Seeing this, Raven took a deep breath and let out an audible sigh while rubbing the bridge of his nose. It was his own way of asking her what she was doing, and if he still had his voice, he'd be asking her why she was standing like that? Tell her that they both ought to rest and think of a better much gameplan to best tackle the challenge they faced than what they were doing. As Raven attempted to type away at his scroll once again, he saw how its batteries were running dangerously low. Did he... forget to charge them again? Or had he simply forgot how quickly he used it up after all the texts he wrote down to interact with people? Whatever the case might've been, he put it away. He had to save up the batteries for the rest of the day as he wouldn't get much of a chance to charge it until he was back to his dorms. More importantly, he wanted to tell her that she had to sit down, take a rest before continuing. It wasn't like she'd understand the sign language even if he tried. He had to show her. After letting out a small cough, the mute sat down and briefly tapped the floor in front of him with his prosthetic hand before showing her a motion to take the boots off. God, he must've looked so stupid doing all this in front of her. Only if the academy taught some sign language for people, then things would've been so much easier. Perhaps he should've used his scroll, after all? No, he thought he made his intentions easy enough to understand, there honestly shouldn't be any form of troublesome misunderstandings between them... like the LAST time he interacted with a certain, peculiar faunus out from the wilds. Hopefully, things wouldn't end the same way. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Celia Abbott on Oct 27, 2016 9:57:25 GMT -6
His suspicious glance in her direction told her all that she needed to know. The ruse had failed. He'd discovered her plight. She had just wanted to move on, to continue the lessons, even if she was impeded. This was nothing she couldn't handle, it wasn't like she was exhausting herself. And besides, if she did seriously injure her foot here, sad as that would be, she knew quite a few people only a few minutes away who could discretely heal her up without much problem. She didn't really want to inconvenience them either, so she would probably have sought them out on foot, which would have just made things...
Much worse.
Raven was right, even if she believed he was right for different, slightly more complicated and personal reasons. They wouldn't be able to keep going like this, throwing each other off so much with every step. She was fine with continuing, but she could see in his eyes as he brought out his scroll that Raven was beginning to get at least a little bit frustrated with the setup. What concerned her more, however, as he abruptly stopped his typing, was the way his eyes narrowed to questioningly glare at the top right corner of his scroll. Had he received some bad news? Did he need to leave now?
He let out a cough, which certainly got her attention quite easily, and sat down on the cold floor of the roof. He tapped the ground in front of him, the metal of his....armor? Weapon? Prosthetic? The metal pieces clinked lightly against the cement. She was confused for a moment, but it made slightly more sense when he made an odd motion, gesturing to his shoe and mimicking the act of removing it. He wanted her to take off her boots?
This...wasn't going to turn into something strange and awkward, was it? Cautiously, slowly, Celia sat herself on the ground a bit in front of him. After a brief hesitation, she began the slow process of untying her boot and unzipping it down the inner side, and sliding it off. Her foot came out, covered by a simple black sock that reached about halfway up her shin, and she set the boot down beside her. She brought her foot closer, feeling it through the sock. Certain spots on the front brought pain when she applied pressure, but nothing was broken or swollen. It wasn't serious, an ice pack and a warm bath would be more than enough to get rid of the pain.
Assuming she could get down the stairs to go back to her dorm. Unable to meet his eyes, she reiterated her earlier statement, forgetting that she was trying not to speak to prevent him realizing how much pain she was actually in.
"I-I'm fine. R-really, I am."
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Post by Raven Clovis on Oct 29, 2016 4:30:47 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
In all honesty, the mute thought for a moment that he was going to have to repeat what he meant to get across. Though she seemed to ponder what his message was, Celia managed to quickly deduce it in a matter of seconds - though she seemed rather cautious of him. Raven couldn't exactly blame her for being weirded out by the situation, but unlike what she might've been thinking, he never intend on doing any form of harm to the girl. Far from it. Then, as her boots came off, he tried to motion to her to take that off as well, but despite his intentions, the girl protested against it. "I-I'm fine. R-really, I am."Scratching the side of his cheek, the boy wasn't quite sure how he ought to reply, or do in an awkward predicament the brunette found himself in. He felt as thought if he continued any further than this, then he'd just look like a pervert trying to take advantage of her, and if he backed off now, he'd look equally as weird. <"I swear to god, you're making me look like a guy with a weird foot fetish. I'm just trying to help you, okay? Not that you'd know."> After letting out a small sigh, he closed both of his eyes and took her hurting foot into his hand. He gently felt her foot. Nothing was swollen, good. He couldn't feel any broken bones either; if anything she would simply get away with a bruise on her foot. Of course, Raven already knew that she wasn't as seriously hurt, but the smarting of her foot would impede their practice. A simple ice massage applied to her foot would let Celia be done with that and call it a day, but with the deadline for the Vytal ball closing on the pair of amatuer dancers - god knows they needed all the time they could squeeze in to the practice. As Raven tapped into the deepest part of his soul, he let out a small bit of his aura, and concentrated it all towards his left hand. It coursed through the mute's body, angrily snapping like bolts of lightning in the night sky as it seemed to pass through his limbs. Eventually, it stopped at the edge of his finger tips, gathering between them like a minature thunder storm. Thereafter, the boy opened his eyes and drove it towards the girl's foot, shooting bolts of electricity at the area where he assumed that she was obviously hurting. Though she may think that this was to harm her given the nature and the belligerent feel of his aura, she'd soon realize that there was no pain involved - instead, it would be the other way around. The pain, it would simply disappear as if it were never truly there in the first place. The use of one's aura was truly good for uses like that: Sprains, muscle pains, cuts, and that sort. It certainly saved him from the use of bothersome bandages, and any other form of anointments (also his money). <"That wasn't so bad, now was it?"> Letting out a content huff, the brunette stood back up from where he'd once sat. At this point, he ruled out that she wouldn't have any trouble standing - or dancing. With his hand outstretched towards her, Raven urged for her to stand back up. He wanted to continue practicing - though it was left to be seen if she wanted to. After having her foot stepped on all over the place, he wondered if she wanted to rest a little more before continuing on. If that was the case, then he had no problems accomodating her. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Celia Abbott on Nov 10, 2016 21:34:06 GMT -6
It surprised her when Raven suddenly, though not roughly, snatched her foot away in order to examine it for himself. Very well. Awkward would have to do, then. Her socks were the last vestige of any sort of odd contact that would have transpired between their skin, and she was thankful for it. Holding someone's hand was one thing, but this was...very much different. It was very strange, feeling his hands rove over her ankle and her toes, the slight pressure he applied in certain areas, testing for injury. She had hoped her own examination would have been enough to convince him, but it seemed that would not be the case here. She shifted uncomfortably, a light red tinge on her cheeks as Raven checked over her foot.
A sudden, but slight pressure in the air caught her attention. There was an odd sensation that tickled her skin and gave her goosebumps, a sort of sharp, but not painful, tingling - like static. Her eyes uneasily shifted back to the man who sat across from her, to his hand. It coursed with electricity, with power, small bolts of lightning flashing eagerly between his fingers as his hand hovered above her foot. She braced herself as he brought it closer, too confused and caught off guard to really consider why or how things had come to this, but she braced for the pain.
The pain never came.
An odd sort of static filled her foot, almost as if it had fallen asleep, numbing away the pain in her foot. The sensation faded back to necromancy as his Aura faded from her, and her foot was...healed. It felt fine, as if it had never even been hurt in the first place. She retracted her foot, and flexed her toes experimentally - no pain. Not even the soreness from standing earlier. As Raven stood back up, Celia hurriedly put her boot back on and made to stand up on her own, but stopped when she saw him holding out his hand.
She smiled. It was soft, but genuine, as she took his hand and stood back up. She tested her balance on each of her feet, finding she did not need to favor either or, and stretched her legs again after having been seated for longer than she would have liked. Finding no issues, her mind moved on to other problems. First and foremost, Raven was having some sort of issue with his scroll that was preventing him from communicating directly with her, and that on its own could create plenty of problems today. While she would like to resolve the issue of the stepping on her feet, communication took precedence.
Did it...need to be charged? She dug around in her coat pocket, and fished out a small, black rectangular box with rounded edges, with a white charging cord plugged into it. Celia had carried it with her as she had been getting more accustomed to having a scroll, still adjusting to timing out exactly how much battery she used and falling back on this external battery when she misjudged. She hadn't used it yet today, so it was still at full capacity. She handed it to Raven.
"Do you need to charge your scroll?"
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Post by Raven Clovis on Nov 11, 2016 23:29:43 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
Though the overall situation for both of them had been quite awkward, Raven was glad that she was able to see the intention behind his actions. Now that Celia was standing back on her on two feet again, the two could resume their practice at any time - that is, again, if she desired to do so. Though the lack of communication between them was still an issue that needed to be worked out. Not too long ago, he saw his scroll slowly die on him, and he felt that if he used it to type out any more messages, it'd simply black out on him altogether. At this point, the mute wasn't quite sure how he ought to ask her if she wanted to continue practicing - or simply take a break from it. Motioning for her to sit down, take off her boots were simple enough to get across, but asking? That was a totally different matter. If he had a spare battery with him before coming to the library, then the issue would've been easily resolved without having to think about it too much. It wasn't like she was going to understand the sign language even if he tried. However, with an awkward silence lingering between them, Celia seemed to take notice of his plight and dug through her coat pocket, briefly catching the brunette's attention. In her hand was a small, handheld device with a charging cord attached to it. Looking at it, the boy recognized for what it was immediately. Shortly after, the shorter girl offered it to him, asking; "Do you need to charge your scroll?" He never told her that he needed to charge it - or attempted to express that he needed to borrow a spare battery out of her, yet she here she was, offering it to him despite the fact that they'd just met. After giving her a simple nod as his response to her question, Raven took the charger out of hand and had it link up to his scroll. Immediately, he could see his phone draining power out of it like a man who'd been wondering out on the Satek for days without water. However, he didn't take the liberty of taking it up to a full capacity. Instead, the young hunter only had his scroll charge itself up to half-way before giving the device back to her. Once again, his scroll flashed to life. Able to communicate with her again, Raven let his fingers dance across the white screen before showing the message at her with a smile: <"You didn't have to do this for me you know."> he scratched the back of his head, <"But you saved me the trouble of having to fetching a spare battery of my own back at the dorms, so thanks for that. By the way, do you want to continue practicing, or want to take a rest first?"> However, Raven briefly paused when he heard his stomach growl a little. Now that he thought about it, he didn't eat much of... anything really during lunch time, and his body seemed to desperately crave some calories that he'd lost during the Applied Combat Class with a certain angry-looking professor. <"You know, how about we take a rest? I'm kinda feeling hungry so....">MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Celia Abbott on Nov 12, 2016 20:32:49 GMT -6
He nodded to her, and the external battery passed from her hand into Raven's smoothly and effortlessly, just as the book had back in the library. The charger was quick, efficient, and very dependable. It only took a few seconds for Raven's scroll to charge from it before it was handed back to her. She wrapped the cord back around it, taking note that the lights on the side still displayed the small battery as being at half capacity. He had only charged his scroll halfway? She didn't really need the battery today, she'd be fine without it. Maybe he was just being courteous...she shouldn't read too far into it. She smiled to herself and turned her attention back to him. He'd already turned the scroll on and typed out a message while she had been spacing out.
<"You didn't have to do this for me you know.">
Celia shrugged idly. There were a lot of things she didn't have to do for people, that she ended up doing anyway. Being helpful was in her nature. Or at least...that was what she thought it was. Something about this felt a little different to her. This wasn't just her being helpful, or her odd sense of obligation to somehow repay favors, even if it was just a bit at a time. She didn't have to do that for him. But I wanted to.
<"But you saved me the trouble of having to fetching a spare battery of my own back at the dorms, so thanks for that. By the way, do you want to continue practicing, or want to take a rest first?">
That was...actually a good question. They didn't have a lot of time left to practice, but they wouldn't be able to get much else done until they resolve the whole situation with their difficult steps and the pain that brought her. They could probably come up with something while resting. Still...it didn't feel right to just sit idly, even if it meant regaining some energy. A conversation would be fine, but there were things to do still. It would make her restless. She heard a noise. For a moment, she thought it had come from her, and Raven tapped away at his scroll in response.
<"You know, how about we take a rest? I'm kinda feeling hungry so....">
Food..sounded good, actually. She couldn't recall whether or not she had eaten today, but either way a bite to eat would do her good after the strange influx of stress she'd encountered in the past hour or so. She nodded to Raven, passing by and heading to the door they had used to come up to the roof. The door swung open with a quiet click, and she gestured towards it, smiling.
"Something to eat sounds nice, actually. Should we head to the cafeteria?"
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Post by Raven Clovis on Nov 14, 2016 4:50:11 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
It wasn't like Raven deliberately missed lunch. With the amount of stress and... other things he was forced to deal with from the brawl the other day he had with Professor Zari, the young hunter simply found his thoughts just simply being led to one thing after another over food (though food is quite important to him mind you). Briefly, the mute's attention wondered over towards the time at the top right corner of his Scroll. It was rather getting late towards the afternoon. At this point of the day, most classes were over, and the cafeteria and mess halls were usually vacant, rarely ever filled save for the stragglers like him. He wondered if they sold much of anything. It felt like all they ever had were leftovers... just reheated. Anything that was decent was quickly plucked out. Thus, a contest for any of the 'good' leftovers they had left was known to be a serious amongst students. Truly, in a Vytal Academy-like fashion, he even saw fights actually break out over it, though he never participated in it. However, he was curious as to why they'd fight over food of all things. He knew the contest was serious thing for them, but... was throwing fists around, and having beating someone else to submission over something like food truly necessary when there was plenty enough to go around? Just the thought of having to see that again made him curious. Well, it wasn't like he had much choice if he decided to go there. The boy would just take his filling and call it a day, but just as he was about to type out another message, his reply came in a form of a nod from Celia as she began to head towards the door they came out from. "Something to eat sounds nice, actually. Should we head to the cafeteria?" Putting the scroll back inside his pocket, the mute smiled and headed back inside, right after her, but when the two came upon the cafeteria... the lines, weren't exactly what he thought it'd be like. Again, the cafeteria and the mess halls were usually empty at this time of the day, so the mystery of a large body of students (some that he knew, some he didn't) being there was a question in itself. He saw how the lines were getting longer with each second. At this rate, knowing that the leftovers would be sold out, Raven took Celia by the hand, and saved a place for themselves in an immeasurably long line which was formed like a body of an Elder Taijitsu. <"... I wonder what this is about? Do they have some sort of an event going on today?">
"Meat loaf's sold out!" The moment when the sound of a last piece of the meat loaf being sold out for the day reached the mute's ears, the boy began to grow slightly anxious. As he began to tap his foot against the pristine white tile floor, it made him realize that this was perhaps the kind of feeling that a lot of the students got. Still, was it something to be contested over? Raven didn't think so, not yet, anyway. It was his first time entering the cafeteria at this late, and seeing a line this long. Turning his scroll back on, the boy began began to type out a message for Celia: <"Is there supposed to be something special today? They're only selling leftovers, aren't they?"> However, when his eyes turned towards an immense sign that was standing right behind her saying: '50% off sale today!' in large, bolded letters, a slow, but grim realization began to take hold of his heart: A call to war. Those who were fortunate enough to escape would be the true victors. Someone in his mind, Raven prayed that he and Celia would be one of those lucky survivors. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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