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Post by Dragonmaster on Aug 4, 2016 13:18:21 GMT -8
Joey's POV
I was a bit taken aback when the second person entered the room, scolding me without hesitation. Then came the third, who carried a wicked scythe on his back, that actually talked! Then what seemed to be the last of us carried a spear, answering the second girl who came in. He looked to me asking if he was right or not, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't know if you guys have noticed, but" I pointed to the two doors on either side of the room, "there are two rooms for us to sleep in. One for guys and one for girls. There's a bathroom for each, so there's no worry." Looking at the girl with two swords, I said "Also, I'm making sandwiches cause I'm hungry, and it's around lunch time, so I wanted to make lunch for everyone. That's all." I gave her a slight smile when I finished
Grabbing the plate of now finished sandwiches, I kicked up my sheathed blade and caught the scabbard in my right hand. With plate and scabbard in hand, I walked over to the couches. Setting the plate down on the center coffee table, I laid Bayamanaco on my lap. "I also wanted to see if we could introduce each other. You know, maybe even talk about our blades and affinities too." Looking around, I asked "Does anyone wanna go first?"
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Post by KaussKauss on Aug 4, 2016 16:03:00 GMT -8
(OOC: I don't know if there's any particular posting order. I'll edit this if that's the case.)
Tony’s POV:
Quietly resolved, I watched the exchange between the Master Chef and Newcomer. Showoff, I thought when the former caught his katana mid-air. I couldn’t risk a move so sly with Epic. He’d take my finger off and laugh about it. Crap, did these people already train with their affinity swords? I must have slept in…
“I also wanted to see if we could introduce each other,” the Master Chef said. He placed a tray of sandwiches on the coffee table. “You know, maybe even talk about our blades and affinities too. Does anyone wanna go first?”
Oh God, I’d actually have to get to know these people? Was this the rule of dormitories? We all had to sit in a group therapy circle and pat each other’s back. Quickly, I nabbed a sandwich from the tray and stuffed my mouth, closing myself off to conversation. I just hoped Epic wouldn’t—
“He’ll start,” I heard him say. “That towheaded fellow right there.”
I shook my head, crumbs trickling down onto my lap. “N-No,” I said, voice muffled and cheeks protruding. “I’m eating, Epic. Jesus Christ. I’ll go, uh…later.”
Or never, if I could help it.
“Why don’t you go first?” I tried, nodding to the Master Chef. “Since it was your idea. You seem capable when it comes to wielding that thing.”
They trained, didn’t they? Agh! I knew I should have given Epic another few jabs before waltzing in there like an oaf. While everyone knew what they were doing, at least to some extent, I was still terrified to so much as carry my scythe. Could I exchange Epic for something else? Something easier, like a scimitar?
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Post by Dragonmaster on Aug 4, 2016 18:43:12 GMT -8
Joey's POV
I probably should've been surprised when the giant scythe on one of my new roommates backs suddenly talked, but since I already talked to Bayamanaco on a daily basis, it honestly didn't phase me. What did was when the wielder asked me to Introduce myself first.
Swallowing my bite, I said "Alrighty then. And by the way" pointing towards the scythe "I like you already." I wiped my mouth and set my sandwich on the table. Looking around, I said "The name's Joey, and I'm of fire affinity." Snapping my fingers, I let a flower bloom in the palm of my hand. "This is about all I can do, aside from heating up my hands." I clenched my fist, snuffing out the flame.
I grabbed my blades hilt and unsheathed him. The red cloth on the end rapped around my arm as it always did, and the red blade glistened in the light. Holding up my katana, I said "This is my blade, Bayamanaco. He's...odd, to say the least." Well you're one to talk. he hummed in an immediate response. I rolled my eyes, and looked at the blade. "Oh whatever, Old Man." I could feel the blade heating up, but I just resheathed the blade and hoped he'd cool down. Looking at everyone, I said "Ahem. You guys see, Bayamanaco and I have been together for a long time now. We've developed a bond of sorts, and because of it we can communicate in a way of sorts. Lucky me, I can only hear him. But he can hear and see everything around him, which I still fail to understand."
I set the scabbard on my lap and picked up my sandwich. Before taking a bite, I said "Well that's me. How about you guys?"
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Post by Jojo on Aug 5, 2016 12:16:53 GMT -8
Quin's POV
It was better to say nothing at all when I was accused of being wrong to 'call dibs'. Sure, it was funny while it lasted, but another student took it seriously. I had to keep my mouth closed from commenting on how cruelly pathetic it was. There wasn't necessarily a need for me to cause conflict. It just came to me naturally, and if I could help it I'd attempt not to bring that much attention to myself. It was bound to happen at some point, but I didn't need a fight on purpose. Sure, if he wanted the girls bathroom all to himself between a certain time, I wouldn't complain. Perhaps it was where he belonged in the first place. Still, I maintained no commentary. Sometimes it was best to leave people with such a large ego be.
Then continued our conversations. I got ready to put some earbuds in the drown it out before I realized that the conversation had to be entirely inclusive. Shit. What was I supposed to say? I am gifted with unfathomable power of lightning and electricity, which is so important to me and close to my heart. My blades are my best friends, and I have no identity without them! None of that was true. I didn't need these blades to be happy. I was just here to be here. Got me out of my regular classes at least.
"Lightning, electricity," I said dully. "Sorry to ruin the mood, but I don't do therapy sessions. Last time my counselor ended up crying and running out of the room."
Not that it was my fault or anything...
"Wonderful sandwiches, by the way," I said, though not having even touched one myself. "Very interesting blades. Great personalities."
Not even everyone had finished, but I didn't have a care to hear the rest. I placed my earbuds in my ears, turning up my music loudly, and started typing away on my phone.
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Post by KaussKauss on Aug 5, 2016 15:30:17 GMT -8
Tony’s POV:
Ohhh boy, that girl had a bug up her bum about something, didn’t she? I gaped, shaking my shirt to loosen up crumbs.
“Aaaaaaanyway,” I said, looking back to… Uh, what was his name again? “Guess I’ll just get this out of the way then.”
“Speak up!” Epic interjected. “The class can’t hear you!”
Ugh, did he have to make everything unenjoyable? Even my…lack of joy. Yes, he made my lack of joy unenjoyable too, such was the mastery of his annoyance.
“Name’s Tony,” I said, turning my sandwich over in search of a good place to sink my teeth into. “They say my affinity—whatever that is—is soul—whatever that means. So far as I’m concerned, Fate thinks it’s funny to give me a talking double-sided scythe and order me to quote ‘master it’ unquote.” I shrugged, nodding toward his katana. “Good to know I’m not the only person around here suffering from paranoid schizophrenia.”
It was quiet. Too quiet. I looked across the room to Epic. “Well? Anything to add?”
“Hm? I wasn’t listening,” he said.
I dusted crumbs off my lap. “Terrific. So who else wants to introduce themselves to Alcoholics Anonymous? We’re all dying of antici…pation.”
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Post by notfromthiscentury on Aug 15, 2016 10:11:00 GMT -8
Azima's POV
Everyone introduced themselves and now it was down to just me and one other boy. He didn't seem like he would be speaking soon so I knew I had to speak up. My eyes wandered around to each of the people who had already spoken, silently remembering each of the names.
I desperately wanted to just remain silent and listen to them all speak amongst each other, but I knew they were waiting for someone to speak next. Reaching down, I picked up Geb and unsheathed it in front of me, the now dulled golden blade still glistened in the light that was in the room. I held the weapon gently in my hands, "This is my Khopesh, Geb, named after the Egyptian God of the Earth. Much like the God it is named after my affinity is Earth." Sliding the blade back into its sheath once again I raised my gaze to meet each one of theirs quickly. "It is a pleasure to meet all of you, my name is Azima."
Finishing what was probably the most I had ever spoken to anyone, I pulled my long hair over one shoulder and raked my fingers through it. I watched my fingers suberge into my mass of black hair over and over instead of looking at anyone. I was only going to be honest with myself here, but I was nervous I had said too much or too little and if I was too formal. Unsure of how to act around this new group of people, I thought I should loosen and open up to them more than I did.
"Um, you can give me a nickname if you would like? Forgive me, I do not speak much, and home is very strict so when I do speak it's very..." I pause, thinking of the right word. "Tense, too formal."
My eyes flashed up, fingers freezing mid stroke as I felt like I was rambling now. So many words. I prefered silence but knew I had to get at least an introduction over with before I could revert back to my quiet state.
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