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duskshine749♣ Acron•5 of Clubs•The Raging Winds ♣
HP: 10/10 || SA: 10/10 || 267 GP || 45 / 1000 CP
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HP: 10/10 || SA: 10/10 || 267 GP || 45 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *
Entrance to Prime District || Flirting; Knocking Someone Over || Happy as a Clam Again, Apologetic
Acron was having the time of his life, he could not recall the last time he was in a crowd as large as the current one and the energy from everyone was like a drug. The numerous people he managed to briefly engage with only heightened his natural high, as he watched their faces shift to either a pleasant blush, wide grin, or the not so occasional look of confusion. All of the little pieces served to send his mood soaring higher and higher. Of course this had the consequence of forcing his awareness into a narrowed focus. While at first he had been careful to mind his surroundings by the time he had neared the stewards all he could see was the current person he was complimenting.
His focus was forced back onto his surrounding when he suddenly collided with someone while moving backwards. He spun around the moment he made contact, and an apology was already forming on his lips before he was suddenly met with an aggressive response. The thought of meeting aggression with aggression briefly crossed his mind, but he forced it away for the same reason he hadn't wanted to be late. It was his first day here and he didn't want to make a terrible impression on the higher ups. So for once he bit back his pride and flashed the well dressed man a bright smile.
Just as his lips parted to speak he was interrupted once more, though this time he knew the voice that went with the hand that had landed on his shoulder. He shifted his eyes away from the man he had knocked down to look out of the corner of his eye, and just as he had thought it was Jagred that had walked up. He flashed his old sparring partner a thankful smile as Jagred began the work of soothing the man Acron had bumped into. He knew for a fact that his friend would be better suited to leading him into an apology than he would have been capable of on his own.
For the third time he attempts to speak his piece, but yet again he is stopped short by another familiar voice. This one he didn't have too look to confirm that it was Fizzy, the voice plus the word choice making it all too apparent. Acron had to literally grab a hold of one of his arms to prevent him from bursting out laughing at his friend's comment, turning to him to speak in a quick and hushed voice.
"Fizzy now is not the time! We will have a good laugh soon enough, but I ran into this man."
He turned his attention back to the higher class man, taking one step forward with a hand extended down towards him. "I really am sorry about running into you man, I got caught up in the roar of the crowd. I hope I didn't cause you any harm. Like my friend over there said, the name's Acron, pleasure to meet ya!" He smiled down at the man in a good natured way after he spoke, hand still extended.
Whether or not his help is offered after making sure the man he had knocked down is back on his feet and not too disgruntled Acron turned his focus on the old steward standing beside another man he knew, Jarvan. He gave his acquaintance a nod before letting his eyes fall once more onto the steward.
"So you are who I talk to about initiation and what not right?"
"Well," replied Augustus, slowly and carefully gumming at his biscuit. He nodded to his companion who was temporarily lending him the use of his legs. "This lad here'll be looking through your bags for you, and I'll be testing your metal." he glared at you with one beady eye for a long moment, spitting out crumbs that caught in his beard as he chewed.
Then a raucous laugh. "Just joking!" he said, leaning back on his little stool. "I've had enough tomfoolery for one day. This one will process your bags, and I'll give you your papers."
Jarvan gave a shrug of mock disappointment at the lack of a fight. Not that it would've gotten very far with the old man here. Unless he joined in of course, but that was something to contemplate at another time. Jarvan carefully grabbed Acron's bag and sorted through it like he had the last one, shifting through it competently and making sure Augustus got to see everything.
Augustus waved his hand as Jarvan helped him inspect the items. As it was, he couldn't see anything of contraband he could use to harass the poor student with.
"Oooh," said Augustus, pointing to the handcuff and manacles and waiting for Jarvan to lift them out... and then just making him hold them for a while.
"Now, I wonder what you plan to do with these?" asked the old man, finishing off his biscuit and leaning forward to listen attentively to what the youngster had to say. He clasped one hand over the other. "Now really, tell me everything. Leave in every detail, it could be gravely, gravely important."
Acron couldn't help but let loose a round of laughter as the old man appraised his most prized possession. "God damn old man, I think I am looking at myself in 100 years. Well a less handsome version of course." He flashed the steward a grin before continuing. "As for the intended use, well that should be apparent. But given that you probably haven't gotten any in awhile I will explain. When a boy and girl, or boy and boy, girl and girl, etc, like each other very much they will occasionally handcuff one to the bed and rock their world!" With the end of his words he gives both Augustus and Jarvan a thumbs up and even broader grin.
Augustus stroked his beard. "In my time rocks had very little to do with it," he replied with a twinkle in his eye, "that sounds like a very dangerous pastime...hmm..." he took a hold of the handcuffs and lifted them just out of Acron's reach, looking quite thoughtful. Something seemed to dawn on him then, and he looked up at Acron with a mischievous grin.
"Well, I'm sure you'll use these responsibly. Here, allow me to make sure they are 100% safe."
Augustus hid them within his long drooping sleeve, twisting around on his chair so he had his back towards the curious students. A flash of white light and the shuffling of his robes suggested he was up to something, but just as quick as that he turned around and dropped the item back into Acron's bag.
"Seems perfectly safe to me, now." Augustus said cheerfully, far too happy with this situation. "Without further ado I'll let you go on your way."
Jarvan let out a mental sigh. Didn't he know Acron was bad enough without encouragement? Jarvan didn't know what the old man had done with the handcuffs, but he had a distinct feeling he didn't want to. In the midst of Augustus's... Fun, Jarvan deemed it best to merely look like he was very busy inspecting the bag and all of its fascinating contents.
Augustus waved the boy over impatiently and took a hold of his palm. With a small gesture a mark appeared upon the back of his hand:
He passes you a small slip with some details regarding your dorm, directs you and shoos you off. He turns to look at Jarvan thoughtfully.
Acron took a moment to stare at the new mark at his hand, turning it side to side. "Damn that was wicked. Thanks for everything old timer! Jarvan I will see you on the flip side." With that said he turned away from the duo and took off in another sprint, whirlwinding through the crowd as he headed towards the dorms.
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