Are you guys still accepting members, by the way? I think I can write a CS up soon.
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Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Alleyway
He took umbrage at the sheer gall of his pursuers. Their usurious fixation on their own selfish, materialistic gain in this nightmare of a situation was utterly ridiculous. Even if he was relieved in the slightest by their disinterest towards the innovations of the body (now little more than the waste produced by a half-rate slaughterhouse), the fact that they were demanding him to debase himself further in this dark, waterlogged alleyway was simply without dignity. An inelegant, mercenary desire for more yen.
Gandharva, still cloaked perfectly within the night, did not speak out, his quiet footsteps - drowned out by the continuing spray and dripping of water from the ramparts - moving him slowly further away from the two. Although they were unlikely to pinpoint his location in the suffocating confines of the alleyway, the covetous Caucasians could still strike at him if they so wanted. The projectiles of the weasel-eyed one may not have been accurate, but the narrow shadows of the neighbouring buildings did not provide much protection from a lucky shot or any possible spray. He was certain on the water having washed away his scent, nullifying the animalistic nose of the greedy evolutionary throwback, but his power was more dangerous. If Gandharva's conclusions proved to be correct in identifying the Euroweeb's speciality to be one regarding kinetic forces, then a single movement could spell his defeat.
Gandharva despised the path his logic was taking him. It was now a question of pragmatism; had there only been an individual, he could have attacked, but it was not within his abilities to pull out such a victory. The attempt to utilise the body as a decoy was unsuccessful, as the savage considered the pursuit of pretty to be of greater importance. It was a night utterly devoid of any elegance whatsoever, and the impugning of his dignity refused to subside.
His goal was a clear one: successfully escape to the Dianoid for the rendezvous. Retrieval of the body was originally paramount, but the damage to it and the unexpected resistance meant that it would have to be discarded. He simply needed to leave his pursuers behind, and the horrid night would be over.
If handing over their money was what was necessary ...
This was all her responsibility. It was her failure to perform the cleanup. It was simply the just course of action to foist the payment onto her.
Bank details were remembered. The cheque was quickly written, the scratching of a pen quietly audible in the alleyway. And into the dimly lit circle produced by the phone torch, the slip of paper became visible.
It was done.
He was already moving away.
Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Alleyway
He took umbrage at the sheer gall of his pursuers. Their usurious fixation on their own selfish, materialistic gain in this nightmare of a situation was utterly ridiculous. Even if he was relieved in the slightest by their disinterest towards the innovations of the body (now little more than the waste produced by a half-rate slaughterhouse), the fact that they were demanding him to debase himself further in this dark, waterlogged alleyway was simply without dignity. An inelegant, mercenary desire for more yen.
Gandharva, still cloaked perfectly within the night, did not speak out, his quiet footsteps - drowned out by the continuing spray and dripping of water from the ramparts - moving him slowly further away from the two. Although they were unlikely to pinpoint his location in the suffocating confines of the alleyway, the covetous Caucasians could still strike at him if they so wanted. The projectiles of the weasel-eyed one may not have been accurate, but the narrow shadows of the neighbouring buildings did not provide much protection from a lucky shot or any possible spray. He was certain on the water having washed away his scent, nullifying the animalistic nose of the greedy evolutionary throwback, but his power was more dangerous. If Gandharva's conclusions proved to be correct in identifying the Euroweeb's speciality to be one regarding kinetic forces, then a single movement could spell his defeat.
Gandharva despised the path his logic was taking him. It was now a question of pragmatism; had there only been an individual, he could have attacked, but it was not within his abilities to pull out such a victory. The attempt to utilise the body as a decoy was unsuccessful, as the savage considered the pursuit of pretty to be of greater importance. It was a night utterly devoid of any elegance whatsoever, and the impugning of his dignity refused to subside.
His goal was a clear one: successfully escape to the Dianoid for the rendezvous. Retrieval of the body was originally paramount, but the damage to it and the unexpected resistance meant that it would have to be discarded. He simply needed to leave his pursuers behind, and the horrid night would be over.
If handing over their money was what was necessary ...
This was all her responsibility. It was her failure to perform the cleanup. It was simply the just course of action to foist the payment onto her.
Bank details were remembered. The cheque was quickly written, the scratching of a pen quietly audible in the alleyway. And into the dimly lit circle produced by the phone torch, the slip of paper became visible.
It was done.
He was already moving away.
For those who aren't in the Discord server or whatnot, just putting my general plan for the next bit or so here:
- Brennan's in position to recover the body now that the "bad guys" are running off, so he could have an opportunity to bring it back to where everyone else is.
- That gives an opportunity for the characters to follow up on the body and whatnot, state interest, share numbers, et cetera.
- Keep in mind that Bang, before his phone blew, was also able to call emergency services, so they'll arrive at some point.
- Then i'm planning on doing a short timeskip to the next day soon depending on whether you guys feel like enough has been done there so everyone can actually get more opportunities to interact.
- Brennan's in position to recover the body now that the "bad guys" are running off, so he could have an opportunity to bring it back to where everyone else is.
- That gives an opportunity for the characters to follow up on the body and whatnot, state interest, share numbers, et cetera.
- Keep in mind that Bang, before his phone blew, was also able to call emergency services, so they'll arrive at some point.
- Then i'm planning on doing a short timeskip to the next day soon depending on whether you guys feel like enough has been done there so everyone can actually get more opportunities to interact.
@The Jest@Petulant
The High Priestess - Meredith Fong
The first thing that struck Meredith Fong was the heat of the explosion. Even though she'd started running really hard the moment the big and buff Australian fellow strolled onto the scene, the intensity of the blast was still great enough that she could feel the ends of her furred coat fray and singe as wild sparks leapt out to lick at her clothes. Which was a big no-no, because she quite liked her clothes. It was a really vivid experience, and even if her clothes were just fake, dreamy ones (that had stolen away her PJs when she was getting in some Z's earlier), so much heat wasn't very good for her at all.
Getting scorched wouldn't help her live longer, right? The youth sped up as the heat reached her, each stride growing longer. She didn't look back, but from what she could hear, somebody had been hit. Her heart sank as the realisation made itself known in her mind. That wasn't good. That wasn't a good way to go out at all. Humans weren't supposed to go the way of roast chicken.
She had to wonder though if the weirdos who'd popped up to help out were supposed to be human too. All the strange names could really be funky nicknames for a fancy costume group that really liked Carroll (and if they had been she'd have to give another gold star for their super unique and vivid style of dress), but looking at that girl telling them to follow, those ears were really realistic. Very mousey. That was the Dorm Mouse, right? Pink eyes didn't look very healthy on humans.
It was a hypocritical observation for Meredith to make, given her own crimson eyes, but she hadn't realised that.
"Just follow along," she said aloud with a firm nod to herself, her movements increasing in speed. She was totally clueless about what was going on, and she couldn't blame all the other people for the confusion and anger, but she figured that doing the entire follow instructions things was their best bet. Turning into a fireball was a no-go, so the opposite to that was just to keep on running!
The High Priestess - Meredith Fong
The first thing that struck Meredith Fong was the heat of the explosion. Even though she'd started running really hard the moment the big and buff Australian fellow strolled onto the scene, the intensity of the blast was still great enough that she could feel the ends of her furred coat fray and singe as wild sparks leapt out to lick at her clothes. Which was a big no-no, because she quite liked her clothes. It was a really vivid experience, and even if her clothes were just fake, dreamy ones (that had stolen away her PJs when she was getting in some Z's earlier), so much heat wasn't very good for her at all.
Getting scorched wouldn't help her live longer, right? The youth sped up as the heat reached her, each stride growing longer. She didn't look back, but from what she could hear, somebody had been hit. Her heart sank as the realisation made itself known in her mind. That wasn't good. That wasn't a good way to go out at all. Humans weren't supposed to go the way of roast chicken.
She had to wonder though if the weirdos who'd popped up to help out were supposed to be human too. All the strange names could really be funky nicknames for a fancy costume group that really liked Carroll (and if they had been she'd have to give another gold star for their super unique and vivid style of dress), but looking at that girl telling them to follow, those ears were really realistic. Very mousey. That was the Dorm Mouse, right? Pink eyes didn't look very healthy on humans.
It was a hypocritical observation for Meredith to make, given her own crimson eyes, but she hadn't realised that.
"Just follow along," she said aloud with a firm nod to herself, her movements increasing in speed. She was totally clueless about what was going on, and she couldn't blame all the other people for the confusion and anger, but she figured that doing the entire follow instructions things was their best bet. Turning into a fireball was a no-go, so the opposite to that was just to keep on running!
Dhṛtarāṣṭra - Night, School District 15, Inside Office Building
"Only when Academy City is governed under the A-Laws can permanent peace be accomplished!"
His luck with opponents seriously blew. It just was not fun when the other kept 'no-selling' his explosions. He wanted to be the centre of attention, make a distraction with a big boom, easy, but explosions were 'a no-go' with her around. She looked like she was getting stronger and faster with every hit, which was 'bad juju'. If his reflexes slowed even a bit, then her knockers would be knocking him on his ass, right? So he pushed himself into overdrive, body jerking back with equally unnatural motions as her attack began. He had to 'think on his feet', right? Get even the tiniest extra bit of space, no matter how much his back burned.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra couldn't just attack. Any movement forth, and the psychokinetic would 'pelt him with tomatoes' and turn his body into the colour of tomatoes. Any attempt at just trying to 'skedaddle' would make tomatoes out of his eyes. And there was no real time to get around those.
He only had seconds. Less than that.
Minimising his movements was important, right?
One foot left the floor. His body was falling back like a collapsing tower. Scissors literally missing him by a hair. Except now there was no way he could physically control his body by himself, yes. She would be on him like 'jam on toast' within seconds, right? It was a very last-ditch plan. Catalyse. No explosion this time. He did not know whether or she would be delayed enough, but the floor between them began to collapse, a massive gaping maw opening up into the level below them. It would take him down too, but that was fine.
His back burned again.
Catalyse.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra spun through the air towards the shattered window as the newest explosion's shockwave carried him painfully away from his enemy. He was minimising his movements, but using that did not mean he was moving, right?
"GREAT BOOSTER!"
Dhṛtarāṣṭra's back screamed with fire, the overwhelming pain overtaking all other feeling.
However, it would be his 'ticket outta here'.
As he fell from the building and into the night, his baggy jacket burnt away. The source of his unnatural, sudden and jerking motions revealed itself.
The jetpack's thrusters ignited.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra took to the skies.
"Sayonara!" he managed to bite out through a grimace. "I will be going Ahead!"
Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Alleyway
He had underestimated the savagery of the European. The makeshift geysers had taken Gandharva entirely by surprise, their unannounced assault having nearly rendered him little more than a useless clump of mangled flesh, a collection of proteins that would not even be suitable for a dog to feast upon. Yet he had managed to survive, although if his competence (or lack thereof) remained as it was currently, it was unlikely for him to continue doing so. As heavy a blow it had been to his dignity, the bruised ribs were a greater consequence of the unexpected (and unwanted) change in his fortunes.
How inelegant of him. In order to survive that attack, he had been forced to shameful methods, using the corpse he carried as a shield to bear the brunt of the powerful jets of pressurised water. Even now the mangled woman's remains laid atop of him, pinning him against the cold and wet brick walls in the darkness of the alleyway. If he were more of an optimist, then he would have attempted to continue with the retrieval of the corpse, but it appeared that he would need to discard what was proper and follow in the footsteps of his comrade.
This was a situation that could have been avoided had that woman been less careless. It was truly vexing to know that his injuries and their discovery by third-parties had been brought about due to her simple inability to carry about her duties with the correct procedure. It should not have been their duty to rectify her mistakes.
And now, that was growing to seem more and more impossible.
The only silver lining was the damage the body had taken over the course of his escape.
Gandharva allowed light to shimmer around him once more, his eyes squinting shut as he calculated the angles at which the rays would be allowed to bend. The water would still impact him, making his discovery far easier for the torch-wielding savage that he could see approaching. Thus, it was necessary that he performed the calculations as quickly as possible even as he escaped. His pursuer's powers were not defined to him as of yet; to engage would simply be far too much of a risk.
Even if he was to shame himself by fleeing, there was no victory in inelegantly throwing oneself at an unknown.
With the water still roaring around them, Gandharva pushed the corpse off his body, heaving to his body with a hiss that he held inside. He would need to revise his judgement of how intense his injuries had been. Now that he had found his way onto his feet, the pain had only become greater. He gripped tightly with his left hand as he staggered away. The beam of the torch had yet to land upon him, but the calculations were already being performed within his brain.
An Esper, in most situations, would unconsciously perform them as they sought to impress their Personal Realities upon the World itself. That was a luxury he was lacking, particularly in this shameful state. He righted himself as he slowly walked backwards down the alleyway, energies focused on the core aim of maintaining his own invisibility perfectly.
The body had been abandoned. Maybe it would be bait, maybe not.
However, his invisibility was now perfect. It would serve as cover for his escape. That was the only choice he possessed. Each painful step was not allowed to disturb him.
"Only when Academy City is governed under the A-Laws can permanent peace be accomplished!"
His luck with opponents seriously blew. It just was not fun when the other kept 'no-selling' his explosions. He wanted to be the centre of attention, make a distraction with a big boom, easy, but explosions were 'a no-go' with her around. She looked like she was getting stronger and faster with every hit, which was 'bad juju'. If his reflexes slowed even a bit, then her knockers would be knocking him on his ass, right? So he pushed himself into overdrive, body jerking back with equally unnatural motions as her attack began. He had to 'think on his feet', right? Get even the tiniest extra bit of space, no matter how much his back burned.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra couldn't just attack. Any movement forth, and the psychokinetic would 'pelt him with tomatoes' and turn his body into the colour of tomatoes. Any attempt at just trying to 'skedaddle' would make tomatoes out of his eyes. And there was no real time to get around those.
He only had seconds. Less than that.
Minimising his movements was important, right?
One foot left the floor. His body was falling back like a collapsing tower. Scissors literally missing him by a hair. Except now there was no way he could physically control his body by himself, yes. She would be on him like 'jam on toast' within seconds, right? It was a very last-ditch plan. Catalyse. No explosion this time. He did not know whether or she would be delayed enough, but the floor between them began to collapse, a massive gaping maw opening up into the level below them. It would take him down too, but that was fine.
His back burned again.
Catalyse.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra spun through the air towards the shattered window as the newest explosion's shockwave carried him painfully away from his enemy. He was minimising his movements, but using that did not mean he was moving, right?
"GREAT BOOSTER!"
Dhṛtarāṣṭra's back screamed with fire, the overwhelming pain overtaking all other feeling.
However, it would be his 'ticket outta here'.
As he fell from the building and into the night, his baggy jacket burnt away. The source of his unnatural, sudden and jerking motions revealed itself.
The jetpack's thrusters ignited.
Dhṛtarāṣṭra took to the skies.
"Sayonara!" he managed to bite out through a grimace. "I will be going Ahead!"
Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Alleyway
He had underestimated the savagery of the European. The makeshift geysers had taken Gandharva entirely by surprise, their unannounced assault having nearly rendered him little more than a useless clump of mangled flesh, a collection of proteins that would not even be suitable for a dog to feast upon. Yet he had managed to survive, although if his competence (or lack thereof) remained as it was currently, it was unlikely for him to continue doing so. As heavy a blow it had been to his dignity, the bruised ribs were a greater consequence of the unexpected (and unwanted) change in his fortunes.
How inelegant of him. In order to survive that attack, he had been forced to shameful methods, using the corpse he carried as a shield to bear the brunt of the powerful jets of pressurised water. Even now the mangled woman's remains laid atop of him, pinning him against the cold and wet brick walls in the darkness of the alleyway. If he were more of an optimist, then he would have attempted to continue with the retrieval of the corpse, but it appeared that he would need to discard what was proper and follow in the footsteps of his comrade.
This was a situation that could have been avoided had that woman been less careless. It was truly vexing to know that his injuries and their discovery by third-parties had been brought about due to her simple inability to carry about her duties with the correct procedure. It should not have been their duty to rectify her mistakes.
And now, that was growing to seem more and more impossible.
The only silver lining was the damage the body had taken over the course of his escape.
Gandharva allowed light to shimmer around him once more, his eyes squinting shut as he calculated the angles at which the rays would be allowed to bend. The water would still impact him, making his discovery far easier for the torch-wielding savage that he could see approaching. Thus, it was necessary that he performed the calculations as quickly as possible even as he escaped. His pursuer's powers were not defined to him as of yet; to engage would simply be far too much of a risk.
Even if he was to shame himself by fleeing, there was no victory in inelegantly throwing oneself at an unknown.
With the water still roaring around them, Gandharva pushed the corpse off his body, heaving to his body with a hiss that he held inside. He would need to revise his judgement of how intense his injuries had been. Now that he had found his way onto his feet, the pain had only become greater. He gripped tightly with his left hand as he staggered away. The beam of the torch had yet to land upon him, but the calculations were already being performed within his brain.
Angle of incidence.
Wave amplitude.
Constructive interference.
Diffraction grating.
Particle intensity.
Quantisation.
Wave amplitude.
Constructive interference.
Diffraction grating.
Particle intensity.
Quantisation.
An Esper, in most situations, would unconsciously perform them as they sought to impress their Personal Realities upon the World itself. That was a luxury he was lacking, particularly in this shameful state. He righted himself as he slowly walked backwards down the alleyway, energies focused on the core aim of maintaining his own invisibility perfectly.
The body had been abandoned. Maybe it would be bait, maybe not.
However, his invisibility was now perfect. It would serve as cover for his escape. That was the only choice he possessed. Each painful step was not allowed to disturb him.
@Plank Sinatra@Ayazi
Gratia Mindaro - Survival
Lorena Negasi, the Mistralese girl decided, was batshit insane. Her proposal was ridiculous in every way, beyond the bounds of what the assignment had likely expected of them. The risks involved were many, and had they been in a real world situation instead of a false, lobotomised version of reality, it would have likely ended in the woman's organs staining the sand red like a failed mother splattering a miscarriage across her bathroom floor. In this limited simulacrum, however, the points of failure were significantly minimised, and given the determination she could see in those blazing, angry eyes, something Gratia had to acknowledge as possible. It was laughable that there was appeal to some retarded plan her classmate likely shat out within minutes, but there was truth to the fact that the alternatives were pathetic and toothless.
In what fucking world did she live in that she was willing to implement it?
"Fine." Her hand grasped onto Lorena's. "I'll follow your lead."
If nothing else, it would be something tangible.
Gratia Mindaro - Survival
Lorena Negasi, the Mistralese girl decided, was batshit insane. Her proposal was ridiculous in every way, beyond the bounds of what the assignment had likely expected of them. The risks involved were many, and had they been in a real world situation instead of a false, lobotomised version of reality, it would have likely ended in the woman's organs staining the sand red like a failed mother splattering a miscarriage across her bathroom floor. In this limited simulacrum, however, the points of failure were significantly minimised, and given the determination she could see in those blazing, angry eyes, something Gratia had to acknowledge as possible. It was laughable that there was appeal to some retarded plan her classmate likely shat out within minutes, but there was truth to the fact that the alternatives were pathetic and toothless.
In what fucking world did she live in that she was willing to implement it?
"Fine." Her hand grasped onto Lorena's. "I'll follow your lead."
If nothing else, it would be something tangible.
Incidentally, @ADamnFiddle, you still around?
About how far away is the nearest medical center?
However far you want it to be.
hi venom
"Sors avec moi."
Valentinian Mindaro clamped down on his urge to curse out loud, his brain having managed to work faster than his mouth for the first time in his fifteen years of life. Except he'd have really liked for it to have done its fucking job ten seconds earlier, because it got its ass into gear too late to stop him from shitting the bed. His chest was throbbing in shame, and he could feel all the blood rushing up into his head from the embarrassment. His hands were clammy with sweat, but he fought back against the urge to wring his own goddamned neck with them. He was seriously already à chier. No way was he gonna be some retarded diarrhoea-ridden dog too.
This was supposed to be his fucking moment. But instead of doing it properly like on TV or whatever the guys said was the right way, he'd done his usual asshole schtick. Godfuckingdamnit. Il ne sait rien faire de ses dix doigts. Three weeks of hand-wringing and he'd trashed it like he'd coat-hanger'd a baby.
He tried not to look at those pretty green eyes of hers. There was zero chance of salvaging this shit. The only thing on his mind was just all that shame and loathing filling him up. Hah, fucking Valentinian Mindaro finally getting his face shoved into the dirt because he screwed up with a girl. With his best friend. That was a riot and a half.
Except ... she wasn't saying anything.
Valentinian coughed into a pale fist. Fuck. Why wasn't she saying anything? This was getting really fucking awkward for him, okay? He didn't know how to do this shit. Was this supposed to happen? Shit, did she not wanna talk to him or something? Maybe it'd be better if she didn't? He had zero fucking idea on what to do. Look at her? Look away from her? Run away like some pussy bitch with their tail between their legs? The atmosphere of awkward ... c'est des conneries.
"Just fucking say it," he blurted out. His face was burning red. He couldn't handle it. If he'd completely screwed it, then fuck it, there wasn't any way out. That feeling of black despair twisting around his heart - he just wanted it fucking gone. "Severa, just fucking ... refuse or something. I dunno don't just stand around and ..."
He trailed off. God, he wished he could time travel and coat hanger himself right now. It was like his brain had been replaced by some drowned retard's. A drowned retard who was in the middle of screwing over his oldest friend just because the other guys told him to ask her out. And instead of thinking it through, he'd straight up just confronted her in the middle of a hallway. In front of so many fucking other students. Shaming both of them with his disgusting failure of a confession.
"Ah, um -"
Severa's face was red too, and she was trying to look anywhere but at him. In this case, she was looking down at her textbooks. Valentinian couldn't blame her for that. He didn't wanna look at himself either. Or at the whispering crowds. Once again, he was reminded that he'd really fucked it all up. There was no other way to explain why she had steam coming out of her ears like that.
Valentinian held a palm to his forehead, a frustrated hiss leaving his mouth. "Goddamnit, fuck. I'm sor-"
"I'm sorry!"
Severa's eyes were squeezed shut. His stomach fell even more. Here it was. Failure time inbound.
"But you have to buy me chocolate first!"
... What?
It started three weeks ago.
Hanging out on the rooftop had become a favourite past time of Valentinian and his pals, mostly because the view was pretty fucking sweet. As much as it reminded them of how shitty they were compared to those Sanctum kids up on that floating mountain, it was hard to deny that floating mountains were still cool as shit. And the rooftop gave them a perfect look of that floating campus. He wasn't exactly an artist or anything, but it was like some Claude Monet shit right there, and they didn't even need to sneak into a museum to see it.
Sure, school rules said they weren't allowed on the rooftop either, but none of les profs actually gave a single shit. Who would, anyway? It wasn't like them tripping over the side and splattering against the concrete like a pancake was gonna change much.
"You should avoid splattering against the concrete like a pancake."
Valentinian didn't need to look up to know who'd just approached. Even if he was hanging upside down off the edge of the rooftop, he could tell if his best friend was nearby from miles away. He heard her voice everyday, for one, and besides that, she ate the exact same brand of cheap chocolate every single day. That sweet scent was instantly recognisable. Her arteries or whatever were going to burst if she kept doing that. Or she'd get diabetes. Or turn into a fatty monster. Either way, she really needed to cut back on it. It'd be a shame if a cute girl like her got done in by chocolate of all fucking things.
"Humans aren't pancakes," he replied, swinging up. His pal sitting next to him (Gazon) grabbed him and pulled him the last few inches so he was properly sitting upright. Severa was standing in front of them, lips quirked up in a mild smile. "So stop thinking you'd get to eat my corpse or something. That's fucking gross."
"Maybe if you accepted more of my sweets you could approach edibility, Val," sniffed Severa, crossing her arms. "You reject my generosity all the time."
Getting all sugar'd up wasn't gonna make him taste sweet anyway. Funarius'd actually went to the effort of testing that (was that what scientists were supposed to fucking do? Perform weirdass experiments for no reason?), and that guy didn't get stuff wrong much. Besides, there was no way he was accepting Severa's sweets anyway. Not when she always looked like a kicked puppy whenever she was handing over any part of her precious candy stock.
"Be more honest with yourself first," he snorted. "Every time you're trying to force feed me your choco it looks like you're gonna cry."
Severa seemed mildly offended. "My, I certainly wouldn't cry!" she declared, stepping forth to gently prod him in the chest. "I'll show you that I can give out all my choco with nary a tear!"
Valentinian's steely gaze was bland. "You sure?"
"Of course. Here, Gazon, you can take this bar."
His pal caught the chocolate wordlessly, giving a thumbs up in return. Severa's expression didn't seem to change at all.
Or at least, she was keeping it in well.
"Give it all to Gaz and we'll talk."
"I'm not giving all of my chocolate to Gazon, that's unhealthy for him."
Hypocrite - the word that Valentinian knew was going through the minds of every single boy currently monopolising the edge of the rooftop.
"Then divvy it up with everybody else. You'll be in tears for sure."
Severa hesitated for a second, before her expression became firm. She nodded, as if reassuring herself, and immediately placed down her plastic bag in front of them. "Here then, this is my generosity! All of you are allowed to take as much as you want!"
Valentinian's friends all went straight for the bag. He, on the other hand, didn't. Instead, he was watching her face, noting the twitching of her facial muscles every time another portion of her hard-earned cache of candy was taken by the mates. She was seriously stubborn about this, wasn't she? Man, the gal really needed to be more fucking honest.
"You're a real top dame, lady."
"Fuckin' A."
"Sweet."
Sounds of approval rose from his group of friends. Severa was still trying her best not to react.
"See?" she said once all the sweets had been consumed. "I didn't cry! I'm not so greedy that I can't give away all my sweets!"
It sounded pretty legit, but Valentinian was sure that it would've been more believable if she wasn't trying to awkwardly shift her face away from view.
"Anyway -" Her back was already facing them. "I just came by to remind you to come to class in the afternoon. You can bask in the glorious taste of the choco."
She was already shuffling away.
"She's finding a place to cry," said Valentinian once she disappeared from view.
"Don't be so harsh on cute girls, man," Gazon said. "You ain't gonna catch her like that."
"Thought she's already sa copine?" asked one of the others. "You two sure act like it."
"Nah they're not a thing," corrected another. "Lucky for us, cuz we got a chance too."
"That's sure not very comradely."
"Hey, just sayin'. You'd think Val'd gone for it already, right? If he hasn't, then it's fine if we try."
"It's not that important" said Valentinian dismissively, feeling very confused by his friend's conversation.
There was a moment of silence.
"Man, you're a dense motherfucker."
"You two are like, already dating man."
"Go seal the deal quick else you're outta time."
"That's right," said Gazon with a nod, placing a rough hand on Valentinian's shoulder. "I dunno if you've noticed, but people already think you're tight. But if you're not ..."
He trailed off for emphasis.
"... look, just go for it man. You pretty obviously dig her, you just haven't realised."
Valentinian brushed his friend away. "I get it, I get it," he replied, slightly irritated. "Look, it's fine. Severa and me are great amis. You don't need to worry about it."
Sure, Severa was a pretty girl, but they were best mates. That was fine. She had a really cute smile, great personality, and he enjoyed hanging out with her whenever. Even if she as super stubborn a lot of the fucking time. It was really easy to tease her like that, too. That was all he needed. There wasn't really anything else to it. No need to get closer.
No need.
Definitely no need.
"Let's go hit up class. Don't wanna make her worry."
But the thought seriously just wasn't leaving his fucking mind.
"Le chocolat," she repeated, her face flushed with red. "Tu achètes. Pour moi. Oui?"
Her tone was equally as embarrassed as his. Valentinian awkwardly looked down. She ... wasn't rejecting him? That was right, right? He hadn't fucked up. The whispers around them had grown louder. He had no fucking clue what to do in this situation. It wasn't like he had any experience before or anything? What the fuck was he supposed to do?
And why buy her chocolate?
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"You were responsible for me giving away all my choco," she repeated firmly, looking at the ground. "So you have to buy me more. We'll go out to the supermarket. Okay? That's where the date is. You're buying me choco first."
Oh.
Valentinian could feel the relief bubbling up from within. That was what she meant? She was still annoyed by having to give away all her sweets? He couldn't fucking help it. He just had to laugh. The sonorous chuckling that immediately quietened so many of the bystanders. Man, she was so fucking stubborn about her chocolate, wasn't she?
But, this was fine.
He liked that part of her anyway.
"Fine fine," he said. His grin had widened immensely, but he couldn't be fucked caring about it. It didn't matter. "We'll get you your fucking choco."
Seeing that bright, cute smile of hers made everything else worth it.
Valentinian Mindaro clamped down on his urge to curse out loud, his brain having managed to work faster than his mouth for the first time in his fifteen years of life. Except he'd have really liked for it to have done its fucking job ten seconds earlier, because it got its ass into gear too late to stop him from shitting the bed. His chest was throbbing in shame, and he could feel all the blood rushing up into his head from the embarrassment. His hands were clammy with sweat, but he fought back against the urge to wring his own goddamned neck with them. He was seriously already à chier. No way was he gonna be some retarded diarrhoea-ridden dog too.
This was supposed to be his fucking moment. But instead of doing it properly like on TV or whatever the guys said was the right way, he'd done his usual asshole schtick. Godfuckingdamnit. Il ne sait rien faire de ses dix doigts. Three weeks of hand-wringing and he'd trashed it like he'd coat-hanger'd a baby.
He tried not to look at those pretty green eyes of hers. There was zero chance of salvaging this shit. The only thing on his mind was just all that shame and loathing filling him up. Hah, fucking Valentinian Mindaro finally getting his face shoved into the dirt because he screwed up with a girl. With his best friend. That was a riot and a half.
Except ... she wasn't saying anything.
Valentinian coughed into a pale fist. Fuck. Why wasn't she saying anything? This was getting really fucking awkward for him, okay? He didn't know how to do this shit. Was this supposed to happen? Shit, did she not wanna talk to him or something? Maybe it'd be better if she didn't? He had zero fucking idea on what to do. Look at her? Look away from her? Run away like some pussy bitch with their tail between their legs? The atmosphere of awkward ... c'est des conneries.
"Just fucking say it," he blurted out. His face was burning red. He couldn't handle it. If he'd completely screwed it, then fuck it, there wasn't any way out. That feeling of black despair twisting around his heart - he just wanted it fucking gone. "Severa, just fucking ... refuse or something. I dunno don't just stand around and ..."
He trailed off. God, he wished he could time travel and coat hanger himself right now. It was like his brain had been replaced by some drowned retard's. A drowned retard who was in the middle of screwing over his oldest friend just because the other guys told him to ask her out. And instead of thinking it through, he'd straight up just confronted her in the middle of a hallway. In front of so many fucking other students. Shaming both of them with his disgusting failure of a confession.
"Ah, um -"
Severa's face was red too, and she was trying to look anywhere but at him. In this case, she was looking down at her textbooks. Valentinian couldn't blame her for that. He didn't wanna look at himself either. Or at the whispering crowds. Once again, he was reminded that he'd really fucked it all up. There was no other way to explain why she had steam coming out of her ears like that.
Valentinian held a palm to his forehead, a frustrated hiss leaving his mouth. "Goddamnit, fuck. I'm sor-"
"I'm sorry!"
Severa's eyes were squeezed shut. His stomach fell even more. Here it was. Failure time inbound.
"But you have to buy me chocolate first!"
... What?
It started three weeks ago.
Hanging out on the rooftop had become a favourite past time of Valentinian and his pals, mostly because the view was pretty fucking sweet. As much as it reminded them of how shitty they were compared to those Sanctum kids up on that floating mountain, it was hard to deny that floating mountains were still cool as shit. And the rooftop gave them a perfect look of that floating campus. He wasn't exactly an artist or anything, but it was like some Claude Monet shit right there, and they didn't even need to sneak into a museum to see it.
Sure, school rules said they weren't allowed on the rooftop either, but none of les profs actually gave a single shit. Who would, anyway? It wasn't like them tripping over the side and splattering against the concrete like a pancake was gonna change much.
"You should avoid splattering against the concrete like a pancake."
Valentinian didn't need to look up to know who'd just approached. Even if he was hanging upside down off the edge of the rooftop, he could tell if his best friend was nearby from miles away. He heard her voice everyday, for one, and besides that, she ate the exact same brand of cheap chocolate every single day. That sweet scent was instantly recognisable. Her arteries or whatever were going to burst if she kept doing that. Or she'd get diabetes. Or turn into a fatty monster. Either way, she really needed to cut back on it. It'd be a shame if a cute girl like her got done in by chocolate of all fucking things.
"Humans aren't pancakes," he replied, swinging up. His pal sitting next to him (Gazon) grabbed him and pulled him the last few inches so he was properly sitting upright. Severa was standing in front of them, lips quirked up in a mild smile. "So stop thinking you'd get to eat my corpse or something. That's fucking gross."
"Maybe if you accepted more of my sweets you could approach edibility, Val," sniffed Severa, crossing her arms. "You reject my generosity all the time."
Getting all sugar'd up wasn't gonna make him taste sweet anyway. Funarius'd actually went to the effort of testing that (was that what scientists were supposed to fucking do? Perform weirdass experiments for no reason?), and that guy didn't get stuff wrong much. Besides, there was no way he was accepting Severa's sweets anyway. Not when she always looked like a kicked puppy whenever she was handing over any part of her precious candy stock.
"Be more honest with yourself first," he snorted. "Every time you're trying to force feed me your choco it looks like you're gonna cry."
Severa seemed mildly offended. "My, I certainly wouldn't cry!" she declared, stepping forth to gently prod him in the chest. "I'll show you that I can give out all my choco with nary a tear!"
Valentinian's steely gaze was bland. "You sure?"
"Of course. Here, Gazon, you can take this bar."
His pal caught the chocolate wordlessly, giving a thumbs up in return. Severa's expression didn't seem to change at all.
Or at least, she was keeping it in well.
"Give it all to Gaz and we'll talk."
"I'm not giving all of my chocolate to Gazon, that's unhealthy for him."
Hypocrite - the word that Valentinian knew was going through the minds of every single boy currently monopolising the edge of the rooftop.
"Then divvy it up with everybody else. You'll be in tears for sure."
Severa hesitated for a second, before her expression became firm. She nodded, as if reassuring herself, and immediately placed down her plastic bag in front of them. "Here then, this is my generosity! All of you are allowed to take as much as you want!"
Valentinian's friends all went straight for the bag. He, on the other hand, didn't. Instead, he was watching her face, noting the twitching of her facial muscles every time another portion of her hard-earned cache of candy was taken by the mates. She was seriously stubborn about this, wasn't she? Man, the gal really needed to be more fucking honest.
"You're a real top dame, lady."
"Fuckin' A."
"Sweet."
Sounds of approval rose from his group of friends. Severa was still trying her best not to react.
"See?" she said once all the sweets had been consumed. "I didn't cry! I'm not so greedy that I can't give away all my sweets!"
It sounded pretty legit, but Valentinian was sure that it would've been more believable if she wasn't trying to awkwardly shift her face away from view.
"Anyway -" Her back was already facing them. "I just came by to remind you to come to class in the afternoon. You can bask in the glorious taste of the choco."
She was already shuffling away.
"She's finding a place to cry," said Valentinian once she disappeared from view.
"Don't be so harsh on cute girls, man," Gazon said. "You ain't gonna catch her like that."
"Thought she's already sa copine?" asked one of the others. "You two sure act like it."
"Nah they're not a thing," corrected another. "Lucky for us, cuz we got a chance too."
"That's sure not very comradely."
"Hey, just sayin'. You'd think Val'd gone for it already, right? If he hasn't, then it's fine if we try."
"It's not that important" said Valentinian dismissively, feeling very confused by his friend's conversation.
There was a moment of silence.
"Man, you're a dense motherfucker."
"You two are like, already dating man."
"Go seal the deal quick else you're outta time."
"That's right," said Gazon with a nod, placing a rough hand on Valentinian's shoulder. "I dunno if you've noticed, but people already think you're tight. But if you're not ..."
He trailed off for emphasis.
"... look, just go for it man. You pretty obviously dig her, you just haven't realised."
Valentinian brushed his friend away. "I get it, I get it," he replied, slightly irritated. "Look, it's fine. Severa and me are great amis. You don't need to worry about it."
Sure, Severa was a pretty girl, but they were best mates. That was fine. She had a really cute smile, great personality, and he enjoyed hanging out with her whenever. Even if she as super stubborn a lot of the fucking time. It was really easy to tease her like that, too. That was all he needed. There wasn't really anything else to it. No need to get closer.
No need.
Definitely no need.
"Let's go hit up class. Don't wanna make her worry."
But the thought seriously just wasn't leaving his fucking mind.
"Le chocolat," she repeated, her face flushed with red. "Tu achètes. Pour moi. Oui?"
Her tone was equally as embarrassed as his. Valentinian awkwardly looked down. She ... wasn't rejecting him? That was right, right? He hadn't fucked up. The whispers around them had grown louder. He had no fucking clue what to do in this situation. It wasn't like he had any experience before or anything? What the fuck was he supposed to do?
And why buy her chocolate?
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"You were responsible for me giving away all my choco," she repeated firmly, looking at the ground. "So you have to buy me more. We'll go out to the supermarket. Okay? That's where the date is. You're buying me choco first."
Oh.
Valentinian could feel the relief bubbling up from within. That was what she meant? She was still annoyed by having to give away all her sweets? He couldn't fucking help it. He just had to laugh. The sonorous chuckling that immediately quietened so many of the bystanders. Man, she was so fucking stubborn about her chocolate, wasn't she?
But, this was fine.
He liked that part of her anyway.
"Fine fine," he said. His grin had widened immensely, but he couldn't be fucked caring about it. It didn't matter. "We'll get you your fucking choco."
Seeing that bright, cute smile of hers made everything else worth it.
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