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Post by Devan Jørgenssen on Feb 11, 2013 0:03:28 GMT 1
Devan walked around the courtyard, his face in a book as it normally was, he didn't pay much attention as it was his 'Free Period' so very few people, if any where wandering the courtyard as he was. He'd come to this school to train both physically and mentally, so far the mental training was going well.. the physical part, however, was making him mental. The boy, though he had a rather good build, had never fought before in his life and was fairly weak from lack of exercise. His purpose was to become powerful to avenge his family and clan, who'd been killed in front of his eyes while he was helpless to do anything else. Every minute from when he'd gotten to the school had been study, study, study; however, for the time being, the library was closed and he was stuck with a book he'd been recommended, some silly fiction thing.
Some girls were talking in the distance, distracting him, he looked up at them, glaring slightly. He despised when people were chatty when he wanted to read, lately he'd been very upset-able, getting mad over simple things. Normally he was collected, polite and charming. recently, though, he'd turn into someone rather rude and edgy, some called him 'cool' but that's not what he was at all. He returned to his book after they noticed him and walked off. "Finally... it's quiet.." He mumbled to himself, which he had a habit of doing. Unconsciously he walked on, feeling too antsy for the period to be over with so he could get something done, still not watching where he was going.
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Oira Kjellin
Third Year
Posts: 6
Planet: Förkylning
Power or Weapon: Snö and Is. Magic/mana
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Post by Oira Kjellin on Feb 11, 2013 0:19:37 GMT 1
Oira ran through the courtyard, ready to get some sparring done. He never really liked school, or doing work, but this was different. He still didn't enjoy studying, but at least he was able to get some combat practice. Fighting and free periods were the only thing in the whole school which he seemed to like. While running he noticed that a group of girls was watching him, it happened frequently. It felt nice, but he he liked attention from guys more. They were potential girlfriends or just friends, but he had no time for them now. "Is, Snö do I have more classes today?" The two purple amulets around his neck lit up, ready to answer him. "You have combat training and English left, master." Oira sighed.
After running for a while he noticed a guy, sitting alone while reading a book. He instantly grabbed Oira's attention. He walked towards him, totally forgetting about his practice. "Hey.. aren't you in my class? What are you reading?" Oira smiled, trying to look happy, but it failed. He looked like a delinquent, ready to bully the other boy. "You're reading in your spare time?"
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Post by Devan Jørgenssen on Feb 11, 2013 0:39:52 GMT 1
Devan sighed heavily, glancing up at the voice he heard talking to him. "Actually I-" He was about to give some sort of clever reply when he saw who was talking to him, Oira, someone he'd been told was a bully. /Ugh... I don't want to deal with this.../ He thought to himself, glaring slightly at the boy. "W-what do you want...?" He silently cursed himself at the stutter, trying to sound tough, as well as look it, only having a slightly nervous face. Devan tried to look away, forcing his brown hair to cover his face so that maybe he'd be left alone instead of teased for being nervous and shy. "I'm just reading some book I was recommended..." He replied to the last question, hoping it would satisfy the other boy enough.
What he'd been told was that Oira was a delinquent and a bully, Devan wasn't one to gossip, but never having met the boy before, his attitude towards him was only based on what he 'knew'. Of course he didn't think the boy was really a bully, perhaps it was just the other student's take on his style? Perhaps they were jealous about how attractive he was? It didn't really matter the reason, Devan was simply acting on instinct, applying his previous knowledge to avoid a future situation.
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Oira Kjellin
Third Year
Posts: 6
Planet: Förkylning
Power or Weapon: Snö and Is. Magic/mana
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Post by Oira Kjellin on Feb 11, 2013 0:52:26 GMT 1
Oira looked offended. He was being treated in a way he didn't think he deserved. He had been kind to the guy and had done nothing to hurt him. "I was just being interested, thanks a lot." He snapped at the brown haired guy. Oira just nodded when he walked, feeling hurt by him words. Some of the girls came over to Oira and Devan, the type of girls Oira hated. The ones who would want to be friends just because you were popular or just because you looked good, okay he did look good, but that was something totally else. He did start a conversation with them, while he wondered why he had gotten such a bad reaction from the boy. Oira was cold towards the girls, he wasn't interested in them, he did like girls, but boys were still better. And the one next to him was just his type, minus the bad attitude. After a while he turned back to the boy, ignoring the group of girls. "Hey... are you free?" He didn't really know what he was doing, inviting the guy who seemed to hate him. "I'm going to practice my combat skills and I need a decent partner. You in?"
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Post by Devan Jørgenssen on Feb 11, 2013 1:02:51 GMT 1
Devan had returned to his book once he thought the other had left, feeling guilty about how he acted, but feeling he couldn't make t up with a simple apology. He saw a group of girls moving towards him, trying to talk while he seemed uninterested and a little pissed. He tried to return tot he book, despite all the talking, finding it difficult and getting more upset himself, almost ready to storm out when the boy from before started talking to him again. Devan blinked a few times, not expecting it, wanting to repeat what he did before. /This is my chance to make it up.../ he thought, and simply nodded. "I'm free now.. I don't think I'm very suitable to be a combat partner, though.." Devan sighed, trying to recall all his past failures. "I might know someone there who'll be a challenge for you...?" He offered, since he himself was no good, he may as well offer some help, to both Oira and the one he refereed to.
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Oira Kjellin
Third Year
Posts: 6
Planet: Förkylning
Power or Weapon: Snö and Is. Magic/mana
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Post by Oira Kjellin on Feb 11, 2013 1:12:03 GMT 1
Oira smiled when he heard that the boy was free for now. It didn't really matter to him that he wasn't that good, he could only become better and get better grades, something which he thought to be one of the guys goals. "It's fine if you're my training partner. You'll become better with practice." He chuckled as he took his arm, ready to storm off. "Oh.. uhm I never asked you your name? I'm Oira Kjellin." He smiled as he checked the boy out, he really was his type. The boy was handsome enough and didn't seem to hate him anymore. The girls felt bad, since they were being ignored again, leaving while calling Oira names. He didn't care, he didn't even hear it. Oira was too busy with looking at Devan. This was someone he wanted to capture, his first move: A kiss on his lips while he didn't expected it. And so he did, with a broad grin. He took hold of his empty hand and was not going to let go of it. "You're really interesting ~"
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Post by Devan Jørgenssen on Feb 11, 2013 1:22:57 GMT 1
Devan gasped as he was pulled up, fixing his shirt. "If you're certain I'm the one you wish to spare with..." He sighed, prepared to get his arse handed to him. "AH... my name's Devan Jørgenssen.." He introduced himself, blushing a little as he noticed the other boy 'checking him out'. Devan's coldness was melting under the heat of the embarrassment he felt, he tried to not look at the other when the girls walked off, feeling a little bad for them. "Ah!" Devan's face grew about two times redder than it already was when he was suddenly kissed, he stared at the boy, confusion and curiosity combined on his face as his other hand was captured. "W-what do you mean...?" He silently cursed himself again for the stutter, knowing it would be happening a lot if this is how Oira decided to treat him.
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Oira Kjellin
Third Year
Posts: 6
Planet: Förkylning
Power or Weapon: Snö and Is. Magic/mana
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Post by Oira Kjellin on Feb 11, 2013 1:33:23 GMT 1
Oira smiled after seeing his red face. "Wasn't that kiss just now clear enough?" He looked right in his eyes before kissing him again. "I'm saying that I'm interested in you and that you're just my type~" He had a broad smile while they still held hands. He wasn't always this direct, only when he actually instinctively found someone he likes. Usually those relationships would last for a long time, but he had a feeling that he wouldn't be single again in his life. "So you ready to spar with me?" He said while walking with him to the combat area. Is and Snö were ready to get some practice. Oira was still a low level mage. He didn't really practice before, he had just started recently. He found it amazing, but he would have to practice a lot more.
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Post by Devan Jørgenssen on Feb 11, 2013 1:48:44 GMT 1
Devan blushed again at his second kiss, wondering if he should kiss back, he wanted to, but felt reluctant. The kiss he felt wasn't like other kisses, sure he'd had his first, his second and so on, bu this was different, even just the feeling of the other's hands were different, they felt so much warmer. "Your type?..." He wondered what 'type' he was, he'd never much understood how people 'typed' other people, the whole thing was rather confusing to him, all he knew was he liked Oira now, not because he was attractive or a good kissed, but because he felt something in him he didn't feel in anyother before. "Hmm.. I suppose I am..." Devan nodded his head, getting progressively nervous about this fight, he'd been practicing his 'Verbal Magick' for a while, and he'd have probably been able to make great use of it... if he'd practiced his meditation this morning. He admitted, he needed much more practice before he'd be able to get anywhere.
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Oira Kjellin
Third Year
Posts: 6
Planet: Förkylning
Power or Weapon: Snö and Is. Magic/mana
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Post by Oira Kjellin on Feb 11, 2013 16:03:50 GMT 1
"Yep~" He loved the way Devan blushed when he was embarrassed, it was cute. He felt a flutter in his heart when he saw the blush. He could have some fun with the guy, for what, two weeks? He wasn't the type for long relationships, since most of his partners started to bore him. But first, training. They had gotten closer to the combat area. "I'm not really good with real combat yet, so I really wanted a partner. And here you are!" He chuckled a bit before patting him on the back.
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