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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 7, 2017 16:39:16 GMT
As Luka took his hand and shook it, Michael returned the gesture and nodded a little to his words. However he had taken notice of a circular image, a seal perhaps, on the back of his hand when their hands had touched in such a manner. He blinked once when their hands pulled apart and watched briefly as his sleeve covered the back of his hand, soon shrugging it off mentally. Though when Luka began to talk about whoever was in the cage, Michael stared at him as he explained that the person in the cage was his half-brother and that his mother denied his existence. He was quiet as he stayed put, watching as Luka soon went back to drawing the blueprints for him and spoke on once more. After a few moments he moved from his spot and went back over to the desk again, peering over his shoulder to look at what he was doing. "Hmm... What if we somehow put him out first provided we get there..?" He suggested, scanning his eyes over the blueprint that was being worked on for him. "Bunch of sedatives in his food maybe or we could drill a hole from the top of the room and lower something into the room and shoot him with a tranquilizer." He added as he then reached out to point and show where a possible entry for shooting the kid in the cage with a tranquilizer could come from. "Yeah, I know it's not that good of an idea but it's something we could work on. I could get some people to help out if we need a long enough distraction as well." He spoke as he pulled his hand away and turned his head to look at Luka. He then pulled his gaze away and looked back down at the blueprint, thinking for a few moments. "A good plan won't be made over night, that much is for certain. But...we can continue meeting up to work on this when given time." Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 7, 2017 19:56:47 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
"It's too risky to drug him... Otherwise I would. But my... Our father is a pharmaceuticals manufacturer and tests a lot of his new drugs on him. The sedatives could react badly with whatever is in his system already. He could have seizures, or his heart could just... Stop." Luka shrugged a bit and tapped his pencil against his head for a moment before going back to drawing. "I do appreciate the help it's just... I've thought of all of this already. I've been working on it for years." His voice was low, monotonous, like he was sort of fading out of it. "I'm uhh... Sorry. Would you like something to drink?" The boy stood and made his way to the small kitchenette that came in pretty much every room, granted, his was much smaller than the almost full sized kitchens of the upper dorms. But still, he pulled out a tea pot and began to fill it, setting it to rest on the countertop stove. "I'm making some tea, otherwise there's soda, juice, and water in the mini fridge there." Of course, he was terribly distracted, his thoughts running a million miles at a time. He had sort of, lost focus as he was making his tea, and just left his hand sitting on the teapot, rather successfully burning himself. The catboy made a small hissing noise as he pulled his hand away and quickly went about running it under cold water. "Gods.. Get it together... I swear, I have to be one of the most uncoordinated people..." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 7, 2017 21:53:21 GMT
Michael went silent as he listened to Luka explain to him that drugging his brother wouldn't be so much of a good idea due to their father testing drugs on him. He frowned at that, crossing his arms as he shook his head a little. "He should get a rat if he wants to do that," he mentioned with a bit of disgust in his voice. Though he sighed after a moment and flicked his eyes over the teen, taking him in as his voice had grown low. Just how did he not give up after so many years already? Though the blond blinked once when asked him if he wanted something to drink, watching him get up and go to the small kitchenette that was provided in the room. "Ah, no I'm...fine..." He trailed off, seeing him already starting to make some tea as he had said. Well...maybe just this once. "Ah... Sure, tea why not?" He spoke as he awkwardly shrugged his shoulders a bit and glanced back to his desk. Damn, it felt too small in this room. He would not want to be seen down here by those peasants who also lived down here... What if they tried to get their filth on him? He had gotten a bit lost in his thoughts and was only abruptly pulled out of them when he heard a small hissing noise, his head turning to look at Luka and see him running his hand under water. He watched for several moments before he walked over, poking Luka in the middle of his back once. "Don't you have a..." He trailed off as he tried to think of the proper word in English, "ah, a medic kit or something?" He questioned him, peering at his burnt hand from over his shoulder. "Either way you should get that looked at," he added after a moment as he took a single step back. Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 7, 2017 23:28:12 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
"Ahh I do but.. I'm fine. Really. I do things like this all the time. I sort of space out and just... Get hurt." He shrugged and turned off the water, gently wiping his hand off on an towel. Again he made a small hissing noise and made a bit of a face. Alright, maybe he should tend to this one. "It's... not that bad..." After all, he hated getting pampered and constantly cared for, knowing that his brother was suffering alone the way he was. His ears drooped again, and his tail sat very still. At least until a knock on the door jolted him out of it. His tail fluffed a bit but it went back down and he scurried to his desk, throwing things into his drawer and putting some of his other papers across it before ruffling up his hair a bit and moving towards the door. Slowly he moved to it, resting his hand against the back and a seal formed, glowing a soft red. "Luuuukkiiieeee Ooopen your doooorrrr!" Of course he recognized the voice, but it was rather odd that one of the twins would be setting off a seal like this. More knocking. "Cooomme oooonnn pleeeaaasseee?" Luka looked towards Michael for a moment before swiftly moving towards him and apologizing a bit under his breath. "Remove your jacket." Luka went about apologizing profusely and tousling the blond's clothing and hair, still whispering "I'm sorry" over and over and over. But once he was done with that he messed up his own clothing a bit and scurried to the door, opening it just a crack. "Oh, h-hello, Nao... Ren... M-mother. I Uhh..." It really was a gift that he could force himself to blush if he needed to, like in this very staged awkward moment. "Whatcha got in there Lukie hmm?" The blonde girl gasped a bit, standing on her tip toes to get around her twin brother's head and get a glance into their brother's room. " A BOY!? LUKIE HAS A BOY IN THERE!" "Come Naomi. Obviously your brother is too busy being a bad influence to have some lunch with his family." "Pfft. What, would you rather him be breaking school rules and have a girl in there?" The darker haired twin muttered, shoving the blonde off of him. "We all know that[/i[ would never happen. Lukas is quite the disappointment for furthering the family line."
"M-mother!" But the woman was already walking off, summoning her other two spawn along with her. Luka huffed but closed his door and leaned back against it. "Well... at least it seemed to have worked... I.. I am sorry. It was... A much better solution than... Her learning what we're actually doing in here..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 8, 2017 0:42:01 GMT
Michael listened to his words as Luka shrugged off getting hurt, claiming that he practically did it all the time. "Yes... Not that bad, totally." He spoke with sarcasm as the boy had wiped his hand off on a towel with another hiss. "You should stop getting distracted... Especially if you're going to," he cut himself off as a knock sounded on the door. Shit, was a peasant going to find him in here? He totally didn't belong in the likes of this place! Even if this third year was the principle's son! Shit, he had to get out of here! Where was the damn exit? Didn't he even have a secret exit or something? He glanced over to Luka as he hurried to his desk and put the things on it away as well as ruffled up his hair. Michael remained where he was, admittingly panicking a bit as well, as he then went over to the door where a red seal appeared when he placed his hand on it. From there he heard a girl's voice come through, his eyes widening a little. Shit, he really needed to hide now! He took a step back a little when Luka then hurried over to him, a panicked look crossing his features finally. Take off his jacket?! "What are you-?!" He cut himself off in a hushed voice, trying to not be heard by those outside the door as Luka messed up his hair and clothing. Gods, why couldn't he just have some place for him to hide?! Though upon seeing Luka messing up his own clothing his face went red, which was probably fitting for what Luka was trying to pull off, and he just stared at him in shock. Oh hell no, this was not happening. But before he could even do anything the boy was opening the door a bit. And he was discovered in this outrageous state he was in by that loud-mouthed girl shouting it out to the world. Fan-fucking-tastic. And the boy's mother was there too, great. The blond second year said not a word as he just felt paralyzed in place and simply stared at them all with that bright blush across his face, just wishing for death to himself now. He didn't even react as Luka's mother practically dissed him for apparently being into guys, well no duh with how this was looking, and waited until they were gone. At Luka's words he just released some form a noise he wasn't sure he was capable of making and gestured towards himself a bit wildly. "Oh yeah, because studying isn't better at all!" He responded as he tried to fix his hair then, a few curses in his native language escaping him. "Now everyone is going to think we slept together! They'll probably think I'm someone who sucks up to those with more power or something if they know who you are really!" He went on, giving up on his hair as he just threw his jacket off all the way, seemingly forgetting about the 'filth' on the floor, and took off his gun and its holster as he set that on the closest flat surface before he proceeded to pull out his blue shirt from his pants to fix how he looked. "Everyone must have heard her from how loud she yelled that! And they'll be seeing me coming out of here!" He went on, his blush having yet to die down as he worked on smoothing out his shirt as best as he could before tucking it back into his pants. He then moved over to Luka once he finished with that and grabbed the front of his shirt, the teen possibly lucky that he had taken his gun off. "You better hope this rumor doesn't spread, by gods! You best be lucky that I'm still helping after this! Good gods, how often do you throw this at them? I'm not a whore just so you know!" He spoke to him, tightening his grip a bit on the front of his shirt as he stayed where he was for the moment. Word count: 690 Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 8, 2017 1:02:14 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
"I'm sorry! Really really sorry! I'll give you anything you want! I'm sorry! I..." But his tone went from flustered to quiet, distant. "My mother thinks rather little of me as it is. I'd rather her see me as a slut, like she already thinks, than to find out I'm..." He shook his head a bit, but his ears and tail drooped. "Look. No one will know. It's not like they know who you are. My mother already believes I'll sleep with anyone that looks at me, so she's unlikely to say anything. And no one believes a word my siblings spread anyways. Besides, if Nao get's too obnoxious, Ren will beat the shit out of her." Luka pulled himself away from the other male, not that it had surprised him in the least that he would be grabbed like he was. "Nothing will come of this. I can make it so no one sees you leave. Besides, more than half of the student body knows I'm a damn virgin despite all the rumors about me." He sighed and flopped down on his bed, just sitting there, putting his head down. "I'm pathetic aren't I...?" His voice trailed off with some sort of sad little laugh. "All I want is my brother to be free. I just want to see him happy... Despite everything that he's been through, he's kind, and curious, and he finds the good in everything. He doesn't deserve to be kept in a cage in the darkness, all by himself, tortured day in and day out. Locked up like some sort of test subject. No doubt my stupid asshole siblings mentioned my notebook to her while they were out. She wasn't here to take me anywhere. All she cares about is that no one finds out about my brother. It's fine if you don't want to help me after this. I don't care. I've done it alone thus far. And I'll continue working on it, even if you leave. Because I have to. I have to set him free." Another sigh and he pulled his knees up to his chest. Of course his teapot decided to start whistling right about then. But he hesitated getting up to get it, after all, he didn't really feel like tea anymore. But still, the sound was obnoxious so he did. "I love him. I can't give up on him... Because I love him. And i'll set him free if it's the last damned thing I do." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 8, 2017 2:18:18 GMT
He narrowed his eyes as Luka spewed out apologies to him before he went quiet and then mentioned about rather seeming like a slut to his mother than her finding out he was a virgin. He shook his head at his further words and then just let him pull away, turning to watch him go over to his bed. "You don't want your mother to know you're a damn virgin. Why?" He asked him before he went silent as Luka spoke once more and even let out a sad little laugh. He frowned a bit as he watched him, staying by the door as he spoke about his brother and what he wanted for him. He sighed after a few moments and lifted a hand to rub his face. This fucking damn...peasant. After a few moments he dropped his hand and leaned against the door as he crossed his arms, scowling a bit at Luka now. He just stared at him in silence until the teapot started to whistle in an annoying manner. He flicked his cold gaze over to the loud thing as Luka went over to silence it, his words coming to him once again. Again Michael remained silent for several long moments before he moved away from the door and walked over to Luka. He waited until the boy wasn't holding the teapot anymore before snatching the wrist of his burnt hand, pulling it towards him palm upwards and looked down at the red spot there. "You should really be careful who you say that to... Offering to give anything someone wants." He spoke finally, lifting his other hand and focusing on his shadows to form around his fingers before he lightly began to trail them across the palm of his hand to at least numb any pain there. "This won't last long...so get it looked at as soon as you can." He muttered as he did that, still mostly focusing on keeping his shadows out and around his fingers currently. After about a minute he willed the shadows to go away and then dropped that hand to his side before he lifted his head to look at Luka. He was silent for a few moments as he scanned his eyes over his face. "You're beyond pathetic too if you keep letting these rumors fly about you. So either make people see that they aren't true or show them they are." He told him, tilting his head to the side as he still held his wrist. "I'll still help you...but I'm holding that 'you giving me anything' thing over your head for later use." He told him, finally releasing his wrist as he glanced down at his jacket on the floor and wrinkled his nose a bit in disgust. Right... Peasant filth. He walked over to his jacket and crouched down beside it, poking it slightly as if trying to see if it was alive. "When was the last time this room was thoroughly cleaned?" He questioned him as he eventually turned his head to look at Luka. "Oh, and if we're meeting up again... Plan in advance on the location because I can't be seen down here much. Peasant filth everywhere." He spoke as he shook his head a bit and then stood up, neglecting to pick up his jacket. "You're washing my jacket though," he added as he stepped away from it. "Oh, and bring it up to my room too when it's done. I'd pay you but.." he trailed off as he glanced around. "Dunno if you want to be paid if you're deciding to live in this walk in closet." Word count: 610 Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 8, 2017 3:09:27 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
For a moment, Luka was a bit surprised to find his wrist suddenly being grabbed and shadows crossing over his skin. He hadn't even noticed Michael coming over to him, with his thoughts suddenly rushing out of his head. Was he going to do something to him then? Giving him... Anything... Was that...? No. Of course not. "I don't care what people think or don't think of me." He moved towards the small bathroom he had, opening the door and going to dig through it a bit before returning to sit on his bed with a first aid kit. He was totally prepared to tend to his wound himself, after all, he had gotten fairly good at such things, between his clumsiness and... Well, his brother. "Well, I am a man of my word so. As long as it doesn't involve any sexual favors I'm open to doing pretty much whatever you need me too. I can even change into you and do your final exams if you'd wish. But you seem smart enough not to need such things." He shrugged a bit and pulled out an ointment and ran it across the burn. "As for cleanliness. I just finished installing the new carpet before I went to bed last night. Moved my bed into the bathroom in order to clean it. Vacuumed it this morning. So. It's probably cleaner than the floor in your dorm is to be quite honest." He chuckled a bit to himself and tore open a gauze pad with his teeth before applying it to his hand. Luka shook his head and rolled his eyes a bit. "I don't see why your jacket would need to be washed, but sure. I can take care of it. Everything here is free for me anyways, given who my mother is. I live down here because I hate special treatment. Not that I'm not given it anyways." Again he shrugged and finished wrapping up his hand. "And I won't meet with you anywhere but here. It's the safest place to be. Though... I suppose I could fix up your room so that it could be... It would just take me... Forever to do." For whatever amount of emphasis, Luka scooted towards the back of his bed against the wall and put his hand on it, revealing all of the seals around the room. There was a good amount of them, probably around fifty or so, various sizes and colors, not that the blond would really understand too much about them. "Some reduce sound, others keep people out." Luka shrugged again and took his hand off of the wall, all of the seals fading away. "Like I said, I can make it seem like you were never here. No one will see you leave because.. Well. No one will be able to see you unless you want them to. Of course it'd wear off." The catboy's ears twiched a bit as he got up and moved towards his drawers, pulling out a cellphone and answering it, even though, there hadn't really been a noise. "Yeah? Cyril? What do you... Slow down. Hang on. I need a pen..." Luka scrambled about his desk again, deciding to just write on it with the marker he found. "Uh huh. Are you sure though? I mean... He hasn't been active in years... Alright alright. I'll meet you out front. What? No? I'm at the dorms. Where the hell else would I be? It's not like I have friends." The boy shook his head and his posture changed to show a bit of annoyance. "Yeah sure. I'll be there." And he hung up, pondering for a moment if his current clothing choice was agreeable or not, but he shrugged and shoved his phone in his pocket. "Sorry about... Everything really. And I'm glad that you're helping me. But I have to umm... Meet someone so... You're welcome to tag along if you want to otherwise... Hmm..." He went back to his desk, tearing a piece of paper out of his notebook and writing on it. "My phone number, if you... Want to reach me." But again, he was interrupted by a knock on his door. This time though, the bright red seal was not very hard to see. The smaller male blinked and raised a finger to his lips. For some reason, he was terrified, and it showed very well on his features. He even reached out and grabbed the blond's shirt. He stood there trembling for a moment as there was another knock. The lights in his room flickered off. Again, the fear washed over to him and he closed what distance there was between the two of them, clinging rather desperately and whimpering a little. " Lu~ka~" The boy cringed a bit. " Have you forgotten me...? Open this door... I know you're in there... Come and play with me Luka..." But the boy shook his head, burying his face in the other's chest. A low growling chuckle came from the other side of the door, but it sounded like it was everywhere around him. This was impossible. There was just no way that he could be back. Not here. Not so far from... Luka shook his head. "N-no... G-go away... Go away..." He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he could almost feel the breath against the back of his neck. Icy, cold, dark... Evil. " Can you feel me...? Inching ever closer... Until I can just.... Taste your fear..." Luka released the blonde to shake his head a bit more, taking a step backwards to clutch at his hair instead. "No... No.. You're.. You're not real.. You're gone... You're not..." The more he moved, the closer the shadows drew to him, wrapping around his legs, snaking their way up and along his body, clinging to his arms. " Oh... Poor innocent child... Of course I'm real.. I live inside of you. Right... Here.." The darkness pooled around the boy's chest and Luka's head shot up as he clutched at his shirt, the world slowly starting to spin. " And soon enough... I'll have claimed you too..." The cat boy reached out, but couldn't grasp ahold of the other male as he fell to the floor, the darkness soon enough pulling away from his unconscious body. [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 8, 2017 4:36:44 GMT
Michael snorted at Luka's words on not providing any sexual favors, a short laugh soon escaping from him at that as he lifted a hand and placed it to the side of his head. "Sexual favors? From you? Ha! In your dreams, Luka!" He laughed out, his fingers running through his blond locks slightly as laughter came from the wealthy teen. It took him a few moments to cease his laughter as he soon dropped his hand from his head and shook his head a little. "But... How the hell did you fit your bed into your bathroom?" He spoke then, blinking once or twice as he glanced at the bed he sat on. He shrugged a little, deciding to not think about that, and crossed his arms as he shifted his footing a little as he spoke on. "It's a wonder how you're not an extremely spoiled brat... You get all this free stuff and you could practically have control over the whole study body just because of who your mother is too." He spoke, rolling his eyes a little. What an idiot. Though he blinked and then uncrossed his arms as Luka scooted back to the wall and placed his hands on it, seals soon showing up all around the room after the boy had stated he wouldn't meet him anywhere but here. "Holy shit!" He managed out as he turned his head this way and that to take in the amount of colorful seals in the room. He did all of this?! He could barely understand what they were for as Luka casually explained what some of them could do, not like he could pinpoint which were for what anyway. He blinked as they soon faded away then when Luka took his hands off the wall, facing him once more. He opened his mouth, about to say something, when the teen's cat ears twitched and he got off the bed to go towards his desk and soon opened a drawer only to pull out a phone. What? He hadn't even heard anything! Michael watched as Luka answered it, talking to someone named Cyril and seeming to get annoying the more he spoke on the phone. He was silent as he just watched him, not sure what to think at the moment as he wrote something on his desk and eventually hung him. A brow lifted slightly as the catboy apologized yet again to him, the blond taking a moment before walking over a little. He was about to ask him just who this 'Cyril' person was when Luka was suddenly ripping a page out of his notebook and writing his number down on it. Well look at that...he was already getting someone's number. "Uh...yeah, thanks..." He spoke slowly, taking the paper and glancing at the numbers displayed on it before he folded it up and stuffed that into his pocket. At the sound of another knock, Michael jerked his head over to the door to see a bright red seal clearly on it. He turned his head to look back at Luka, about to say something when he took notice of the teen putting his finger to his lips and looking...terrified. Why was he so terrified all of a sudden? But whatever was happening, and of course due to Luka's reaction to it, made Michael feel uneasy as he glanced back to the door. He didn't even react as Luka grabbed the front of his shirt, silence plaguing him as he scanned his eyes over the door as another knock came. Just who was on the other side of the door? As the lights flickered off, Michael flicked his eyes upwards to look up at the lights that no longer worked, feeling as though his body forgot to breath for a few moments. He could feel Luka closing the distance between them and clinging to him rather desperately, hearing those whimpers as he just stood there. Just what was going on?! His gaze lowered as he lifted his hands a little and placed them around Luka a bit, glancing around the darkened room. Shit, it was too quiet... He wanted to call out and see who was out there but any attempts at doing that were halted by his mouth going dry seemingly and his mind going blank. Was someone trying to get in? Yet Luka pulled at his attention and he lowered his head a little to look down at him as the boy shook his head and buried his face into his chest, telling something to go away. Was he afraid of the dark or something? But when Luka pulled away, Michael didn't bother to try and keep him close. His eyes locked onto the boy as he clutched at his hair and continued talking to...whatever it was. No wonder he probably needed that medicine... He talked to things that weren't there. But...there were...shadows? Michael's eyes widened a little as he watched these mysterious shadows drew closer to the boy and snaked their way up his body. Just what was happening?! Michael took a step back as he couldn't tear his gaze away as the encroaching darkness continued its approach on the boy, soon pooling around his chest and causing his head to shoot up. Michael watched as he then tried to reach out for him only to collapse to the floor unconscious and the darkness pulling away. Silence filled the room as he could do nothing but stare at him, in complete shock as he still had no idea of what happened. Was he dead? "Holy fucking shit of all things holy or whatever..." He uttered out quietly, as if afraid of raising his voice in case whatever it was came back. "Shit, how do you even hide a body? Uh... L-Luka..? Are you alive..? I'd come over and all but.." He trailed off as he took a step back again. What if he was dead and suddenly came back to life and grabbed him? Fuck, that was not for him. It took a few moments for him to snap out of it before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Right, he should...contact someone. The nurse could do, right? Yeah, of course... Hopefully Luka wasn't dead though because... Fuck him. He was literally the last person to see him alive, if he was dead that is. Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on Feb 8, 2017 17:11:42 GMT
[attr="class","zen"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
" Oh come on Luka, where the hell are you...?" It had been about ten minutes as the red head just stood out in front of the dorms. After all, that was where Luka said that he would meet him right? It wasn't really like him to be late or break his word. After another moment or so, the red haired male made his way inside. If Luka wasn't going to meet him, he would go and see why for himself. It wasn't like he didn't know where Luka's dorm room was. So he made his way inside, through the surprisingly empty commons area, and into the male wing of the dorm building. It took only a few moments to reach Luka's door, and instantly, he knew there was something wrong. He could just sort of... feel it resonating in the area. " Luka? Master Lukas? Are you in there? Are you alright? Come on Luka let me in!" Another few knocks before he rested his hand on the door, hissing a bit as he pulled it away. His seals were rather strong. " I know there's someone in there with you! Come on, open the door! Let me help!" "Move aside please, Cyril." The red head turned and glanced at the approaching school nurse. "Mister Cousteau. Would you please open the door? This is the nurse. And I have one of Mister de'Enguarde's personal attendants with me as well. Care to let us in?" [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.zen]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.zen:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.zen b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.zen i]color: #b54252;[/newclass]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 8, 2017 17:21:13 GMT
Michael was standing several feet from the unconscious, possibly dead, teen as he just stared at him. There was no way he was taking his eyes off him in case he suddenly came back to life. However, at the sound of knocking and someone on the other side, Michael jerked his head over there and then thought back to the knocking that had occurred before the lights went out. Oh fuck no... Not that shit again! The blond, without saying a word, hurried over to where his gun was and pulled it out of its holster and clicked the safety off. He glanced to Luka as he moved to take cover from the door, gun slightly pointed in Luka's direction and at the ground. He was silent as the knocking continued along with that voice, the blond not wanting to take any chances after what just happened. Yet when he heard another voice, addressing him by his last name, he peeked out from his cover towards the door. He remained where he was for a minute before he glanced back to Luka and then slowly, and carefully, made his way to the door. He positioned himself to be behind it as he reached out with one hand to open it, soon taking a few steps back, and away, as his gun lifted a little in a more defensive manner. "Take care of the body already. No, I don't know what happened." He spoke, eyes flicking between the two cautiously. Word count: --- Tag: Cyril Deauxcaine
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on Feb 8, 2017 17:39:42 GMT
[attr="class","zen"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
After a few moments, but it still felt like forever, the door slowly opened and a rather frightened looking blond mess stood there with a handgun. Well, Luka certainly had an interesting array of friends, didn't he? The nurse of course rushed right in, though, Cyril hadn't been entirely sure that he could. But the brunette made it through just fine so, he should be able to as well right? He took a few steps forward and the door slammed in his face. Well, that was interesting. " Aww, Luka really? Me?" So he just leaned against the opposite wall for the time being, staring at the bright red seal on the door in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's alright, Mister Cousteau. He's not dead. Not yet anyways." The nurse moved to kneel beside the unconscious student, taking his pulse, his temperature, and a few other small tests. "Just unconscious. His pulse is rather irregular." But the nurse didn't sound shocked by this either. "Luka has a heart condition. Needs to stay away from things that produce too much adrenaline. I can already gather that you two weren't involved in any sort of illicit activity so..." He paused and looked around a bit. "Is there a reason all the lights are off?" [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.zen]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.zen:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.zen b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.zen i]color: #b54252;[/newclass]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 8, 2017 19:18:35 GMT
The blond watched the brunette nurse rush over to Luka with his eyes, soon jumping slightly when the door was suddenly slammed shut. He jerked his head over to the door to see that other person still out of the room before he looked back over to the nurse once more. He said nothing as he spoke, his face growing slightly red at the mention of illicit activities. "Like hell! Just met the damn idiot today!" He snapped a bit, soon pausing as the man then proceeded to ask about the lights being off. He glanced up towards the overhead lights for a moment before his eyes moved back over to him and Luka once more. "They turned off on their own once a knocking sound came from the door. Luka was terrified when that happened, bright red seal appeared on the door too." He told him, glancing to the door once again. "Soon shadows appeared and then he collapsed." He added after a few moments of silence before he looked back over to him. "Like I said, I don't know what the fuck happened." He spoke as he moved away from the door a bit but also did not come closer to the man and Luka. He still held his gun, safety off, and kept it mostly pointed towards the ground as he glanced between the nurse and Luka to the door with the red seal. Word count: --- Tag: Cyril Deauxcaine
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Post by Shai Trevelyn on Feb 8, 2017 19:34:52 GMT
The brunette continued to go over the other boy, nodding every now and then as he was spoken to. It certainly was an odd sort of events, but it wasn't like he had never seen anything of the sort before. Strange things happened quite often at this school. Even when he had attended it. "Must have been the fear of it all. He'll be fine. Just needs a shot and some rest." The nurse scooped the smaller boy up in his arms, not that there was that much of a difference between the two of them as far as height was concerned, and gently lay him on his bed. Afterwards, he went digging around in the small messenger style bag he had with him and retrieved a syringe, wasting no time finding a vein and injecting the medicine into the boy.
"His foolish mother must have not let him take his pills this morning. I swear, sometimes I wonder if she just wants him hospitalized for good." The brunette stood and shook his head a bit before adjusting his glasses. "He should come around in a little while here. If you would be so kind as to stay with him. Otherwise I can gather one of his siblings. I really should have a word with that devil woman." It was more than obvious that the young doctor did not like her. "Just be careful. Meddling in their affairs often causes trouble. I'm just hoping that the trouble is worth it in your case."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 8, 2017 19:44:29 GMT
Michael narrowed his gaze slightly as the nurse, Shai, continued to go over the boy. He seemed unconcerned about it all, almost as if he weren't surprised actually, and listened to his words. He tightened his grip on the gun a little as he remained silent, soon watching as the short nurse picked up the boy that was nearly his height and put him in bed before proceeding to give him a shot. Well fucking shit. He reluctantly clicked the safety on and just moved over to where its holster was and put the gun back in it before he put that on. "I have more than enough money to provide the pills he could possibly need," he suggested as he grabbed his jacket and shook it out a bit. Damn peasant filth... He made a small face of disgust as he looked at his jacket, as if seeing all the 'filth' on it before he blinked and looked over to Shai as his expression returned to normal. "Uh.." He stared at him and then glanced to the door. Yeah... No, he wasn't going to leave detected and be seen by the peasants. "Yeah, no. I'll wait here so peasants won't see me." He admitted, looking back to him with a serious expression. He then slipped his jacket on before he then took it off a moment later with a few mumbled curses in his native tongue about the 'filth' and laid it on the surface where his gun had originally been. "If you tell me what he has to take I can work something out with you or whatever to get some. I'll just keep them stashed somewhere and shove them down his throat if I need to." He went on after a few moments about the medicine for Luka, soon looking back to Shai with a sharp look. "And no, I don't give a damn about him. No, I don't like him. He's fucking annoying and a damn peasant wannabe. I just need him healthy and alive because I'm holding something over his head. And no, not blackmail." He told him, figuring there was no reason to lie or something. Word count: --- Tag: Shai Trevelyn
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