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Today's the first time in a long time that I've felt empty. Not even sad or tired, just empty. This quarantine is getting to me more than I thought.
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@olcharlieboi Now I really do want to make a remake :(
Might run the idea by Eklispe if I do.
Might run the idea by Eklispe if I do.
Cabal Recalls That He Doesn't Like Languages, And A Certain Popular Movie
Cabal paused, about to answer her, before Einar caught her attention. He waited patiently for their conversation to pause for a moment, before responding.
"Her ears are quite . . . tempting? Not quite the right word. Inviting, more like. She reminds me of my cat, back home," he said, while taking out his books from inside the desk. Tch, vocabulary. Language classes were not his strong suit; even back when he studied in a human school, he was never adept at language. Aswang could understand each other instinctively, without talking, so learning other languages was solely so that they could communicate with humans.
On a side note, Cabal was watching the interactions between Einar and Mira. More specifically, the growing attraction between them. That was fast, even for monsters.
Come to think of it, if a rabbit and a fox interbred, what would the offspring look like? Now he was being reminded of that one movie that came out recently, the one his whole clan reviled instantly . . . what was it again? Uh, Animaltopia? Zooparadise? Something along those lines?
@ViannaNight & @13org
Suba Introduces Herself, And Ignores The Teacher
"O-oh! I'm Suba, it's really nice to meet you Leo!" At the prospect of gaining a new friend, some of Suba's earlier chirpiness returned. In any case, she could worry about Cabal later, since she was certain that he probably might not try to do anything, probably.
That didn't sound very reassuring, even to herself.
She looked around when suddenly, everyone was taking out a book from their desks, and turned to Leo.
"Psst, any idea what we're supposed to do? I wasn't paying attention," she whispered to her seatmate, while taking out the book she thought they were supposed to be using. She wasn't sure, but it looked the same as the others!
@Vulkan
@13org Suba will be nice to anyone who's nice to her. Except Aswangs . . . and by extension, Cabal. It's an Aswang thing. Nobody likes them. Not even other Aswangs.
@13org Also, Suba can be a friend!
@13org It has to do with Cabal's upbringing. Since he could walk, he's been participating in an underground war that spans a whole country, and has lasted for over five thousand years.
Friends can turn out to be enemy spies or assassins.
Mercy is a foreign concept.
Death is a natural outcome, and life expectancy is nonexistant. They were born with the mindset that they could die at any time.
It wasn't even about survival. They could die in the most humiliating or excruciating way possible if even one mistake was made. Sometimes not even then.
He considers Einars words ignorant because, well . . . Cabal has experience being weak and being strong. He especially found the human part funny. Aswang live among humans, its second nature. They know how to use human tools, they know how to use human cunning, and they know how to use human intelligence.
Can you imagine, an horde of Aswang, almost unkillable, able to change their forms at will, and strong enough to rip a horse in two with sheer strength, armed with guns and everything that's allowed humanity to flourish?
The Philippine Night War has evolved, and with it, the participants. To see someone assume less is both intriguing and entertaining to Cabal, not to mention childish. To him, it's not arrogance, it's common sense.
Friends can turn out to be enemy spies or assassins.
Mercy is a foreign concept.
Death is a natural outcome, and life expectancy is nonexistant. They were born with the mindset that they could die at any time.
It wasn't even about survival. They could die in the most humiliating or excruciating way possible if even one mistake was made. Sometimes not even then.
He considers Einars words ignorant because, well . . . Cabal has experience being weak and being strong. He especially found the human part funny. Aswang live among humans, its second nature. They know how to use human tools, they know how to use human cunning, and they know how to use human intelligence.
Can you imagine, an horde of Aswang, almost unkillable, able to change their forms at will, and strong enough to rip a horse in two with sheer strength, armed with guns and everything that's allowed humanity to flourish?
The Philippine Night War has evolved, and with it, the participants. To see someone assume less is both intriguing and entertaining to Cabal, not to mention childish. To him, it's not arrogance, it's common sense.
@Vulkan@ViannaNight@13org@dragonmancer
Cabal had to resist the urge to laugh at Einar. THAT was his intelligence trumping strength? Humans and their tools? Not even the reveal that he was in fact a boy could stymie his derision. What rock was he living under that he didn't understand that humans were thriving only because monster-kind as a whole preferred it that way? Let the humans live in the day, ours is the night. That was something all monsters and demons knew since conception. Except Einar apparently. Probably because his clan wanted him dead, so they avoided giving him common sense. No surprise then.
He snorted as he left. He was wrong about him. He was not prey, nor was he a Hunter. Einar was just a child -- a child who had been reared to survive death, without any idea what it meant to truly kill. The knowledge of how he was raised all but confirmed it. He had yet to live and suffer as he and his clan had, a suffering that was so commonplace to them that overcoming it was practically second nature.
Einar's "suffering" was was laughable compared to the pain brought on by over five thousand years of war between different races vying control for the Philippine's Night.
When the large man entered, Cabal tilted his head. Looks like he had made a mistake -- along with everyone else, apparently. He idly wondered that if one person committed an error, it was naturally their fault, but if a large group did, then who was to be held accountable?
Following the schedule he was given, he entered the proper classroom this time, and was promptly scolded with everyone else by their homeroom teacher.
She was a cat. Why was she a cat? He had a pet cat at home. How was he supposed to take her seriously if her ears kept reminding him of his pet? Speaking of pet, he wanted to pet her now. Or scratch her ears. Would she purr the same way his cat would if he did?
Cabal buried his face in his hands to avoid looking at her. Eventually, he found a seat, right next to the Kitsune -- whatever that was -- and gave a polite nod. Of course, that also meant he was near Einar, but that was a minor note for him.
Suba froze suddenly. She had been paying half a mind to the conversation between Einar and Cabal, while also trying to entertain Leo. That was when he heard what Einar said:
"You threatened me the moment I got here, saying that I am "delicious", comparing me to food."
Her eyes flickered to Cabal. The way he carried himself, the way he acted, and now, that term, the term that all Aswang use as a greeting. To call someone delicious was a courtesy for them. There was no doubt, Cabal was an Aswang, the Demons of Philippine's Night.
Her body trembled and she took a shaky step back, barely noticing Leo and Einar talking to her.
Cabal was an Aswang.
Cabal was at school.
Suba was at school.
She was at school with an Aswang!
And now she had a very good reason to fear for her life. This school may be neutral grounds for the Kataw, but not for the Aswang. The Aswang adhered to no treaties, or laws -- they were a law unto their own. It was common for different races to hire an Aswang for assassinations . . . or, worse, exterminations.
Now there was one here with her. The one time a Kataw was sent away to foreign lands was the one time an Aswang did the same. This was not a coincidence.
"U-ugh," she felt sick. She thought she was safe here. Her mind didn't even register as the large man entered and shouted at them. She just put as much space as she could between her and Cabal.
When the class began leaving, she quickly followed them. He may have been an Aswang, but he wouldn't try anything with so many people. As long as she was here, she was sticking close to people! She would not give him the opportunity to catch her alone.
Inside the classroom, Suba took the seat furthest from him, and ended up beside Leo again.
"O-oh! Hi again! Ahahaha," she greeted nervously.
Cabal Rolls His Eyes, And Resists An Urge To Pet His Homeroom Teacher.
Cabal had to resist the urge to laugh at Einar. THAT was his intelligence trumping strength? Humans and their tools? Not even the reveal that he was in fact a boy could stymie his derision. What rock was he living under that he didn't understand that humans were thriving only because monster-kind as a whole preferred it that way? Let the humans live in the day, ours is the night. That was something all monsters and demons knew since conception. Except Einar apparently. Probably because his clan wanted him dead, so they avoided giving him common sense. No surprise then.
He snorted as he left. He was wrong about him. He was not prey, nor was he a Hunter. Einar was just a child -- a child who had been reared to survive death, without any idea what it meant to truly kill. The knowledge of how he was raised all but confirmed it. He had yet to live and suffer as he and his clan had, a suffering that was so commonplace to them that overcoming it was practically second nature.
Einar's "suffering" was was laughable compared to the pain brought on by over five thousand years of war between different races vying control for the Philippine's Night.
When the large man entered, Cabal tilted his head. Looks like he had made a mistake -- along with everyone else, apparently. He idly wondered that if one person committed an error, it was naturally their fault, but if a large group did, then who was to be held accountable?
Following the schedule he was given, he entered the proper classroom this time, and was promptly scolded with everyone else by their homeroom teacher.
She was a cat. Why was she a cat? He had a pet cat at home. How was he supposed to take her seriously if her ears kept reminding him of his pet? Speaking of pet, he wanted to pet her now. Or scratch her ears. Would she purr the same way his cat would if he did?
Cabal buried his face in his hands to avoid looking at her. Eventually, he found a seat, right next to the Kitsune -- whatever that was -- and gave a polite nod. Of course, that also meant he was near Einar, but that was a minor note for him.
Suba Realizes That Her Life Might Be In Danger
Suba froze suddenly. She had been paying half a mind to the conversation between Einar and Cabal, while also trying to entertain Leo. That was when he heard what Einar said:
"You threatened me the moment I got here, saying that I am "delicious", comparing me to food."
Her eyes flickered to Cabal. The way he carried himself, the way he acted, and now, that term, the term that all Aswang use as a greeting. To call someone delicious was a courtesy for them. There was no doubt, Cabal was an Aswang, the Demons of Philippine's Night.
Her body trembled and she took a shaky step back, barely noticing Leo and Einar talking to her.
Cabal was an Aswang.
Cabal was at school.
Suba was at school.
She was at school with an Aswang!
And now she had a very good reason to fear for her life. This school may be neutral grounds for the Kataw, but not for the Aswang. The Aswang adhered to no treaties, or laws -- they were a law unto their own. It was common for different races to hire an Aswang for assassinations . . . or, worse, exterminations.
Now there was one here with her. The one time a Kataw was sent away to foreign lands was the one time an Aswang did the same. This was not a coincidence.
"U-ugh," she felt sick. She thought she was safe here. Her mind didn't even register as the large man entered and shouted at them. She just put as much space as she could between her and Cabal.
When the class began leaving, she quickly followed them. He may have been an Aswang, but he wouldn't try anything with so many people. As long as she was here, she was sticking close to people! She would not give him the opportunity to catch her alone.
Inside the classroom, Suba took the seat furthest from him, and ended up beside Leo again.
"O-oh! Hi again! Ahahaha," she greeted nervously.
@olcharlieboi
It would be hilarious if we all went to one class and it turned out none of us actually belonged here :D
Cue the teacher entering and wondering what all these kids are doing here.
It would be hilarious if we all went to one class and it turned out none of us actually belonged here :D
Cue the teacher entering and wondering what all these kids are doing here.
@KatherinWinter@dragonmancer@ViannaNight@13org
Cabal went from irritated, to puzzled. Einar's reaction was expected, but his words made no sense. Arrogance? Was not he the one who decided that he would apologize with an insult? That seemed more arrogant to him, especially given his position as prey. The same thing with courtesy. Was that considered a courteous apology?
For all his claims of intelligence equals power, he seemed to be lacking a good chunk of it.
"How strange. I wonder if he noticed how flawed that statement was. If strength without intelligence is useless, could not the same be said for intelligence? After all, intelligence without the strength to back it up is also without value." He said ruefully, looking at Jackal, Mira and Katherine. "I do not understand him. Personally, I do not recall ever mocking him. In fact, as far as I can recall, I was giving him advice."
He shook his head in exaspiration.
"In any case, I will refrain from giving out my true form. I was instructed not to, but I will give my name. Cabal Sabacan. It's nice to meet you," he said, rising up and thumping his chest thrice before bowing. The traditional greeting of his clan's warriors. He glanced at Jackal. The dragon was planning something, of which he was not surprised. Dragons, especially the younger ones, were devious creatures on the best of times.
Turning to Mira, he tilted his head, a curious expression on his face. "What is a Kistune?"
Suba was anxiously glancing back and forth between the boys in the class, worried that the rising tensions would break out into a fight. He really didn't want a fight to happen on the first day . . . or any day for that matter!
Thankfully, things seemed to calm down somewhat as one boy left the room.
"Whew, that was tense, wasn't it," she said to the classmate she was nearest to; a white haired, slick looking boy. Come to think of it, there were a lot of white-hairs in this class.
@Vulkan
Cabal Thinks His Classmates Are Strange
Cabal went from irritated, to puzzled. Einar's reaction was expected, but his words made no sense. Arrogance? Was not he the one who decided that he would apologize with an insult? That seemed more arrogant to him, especially given his position as prey. The same thing with courtesy. Was that considered a courteous apology?
For all his claims of intelligence equals power, he seemed to be lacking a good chunk of it.
"How strange. I wonder if he noticed how flawed that statement was. If strength without intelligence is useless, could not the same be said for intelligence? After all, intelligence without the strength to back it up is also without value." He said ruefully, looking at Jackal, Mira and Katherine. "I do not understand him. Personally, I do not recall ever mocking him. In fact, as far as I can recall, I was giving him advice."
He shook his head in exaspiration.
"In any case, I will refrain from giving out my true form. I was instructed not to, but I will give my name. Cabal Sabacan. It's nice to meet you," he said, rising up and thumping his chest thrice before bowing. The traditional greeting of his clan's warriors. He glanced at Jackal. The dragon was planning something, of which he was not surprised. Dragons, especially the younger ones, were devious creatures on the best of times.
Turning to Mira, he tilted his head, a curious expression on his face. "What is a Kistune?"
Suba Relaxes And Tries To Make Friends!
Suba was anxiously glancing back and forth between the boys in the class, worried that the rising tensions would break out into a fight. He really didn't want a fight to happen on the first day . . . or any day for that matter!
Thankfully, things seemed to calm down somewhat as one boy left the room.
"Whew, that was tense, wasn't it," she said to the classmate she was nearest to; a white haired, slick looking boy. Come to think of it, there were a lot of white-hairs in this class.
@Vulkan
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