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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 10:52 am
 Klaren wasn’t sure why he even asked Damien to sit with him. Guys like Damien didn’t sit with outcasts like Klaren. Klaren didn’t have many friends, if any, and even then he didn’t really consider himself good friends with any of them. It was really more of a mutual benefit not to exist alone at all hours of the day, but they all knew what they were. No one gets on the level that Klaren was at in his social standing without good reason. Klaren didn’t consider himself surprised. If you break enough bones freshmen year, if you are constantly ostracized by all the staff, if you keep everyone that is physically living at arms-length, then people eventually take the natural hint to stay away.
Klaren could hear the words echoing in his head as he heard Damien start to reply to his invitation to join him for dinner—the sad, overly dressed with politeness excuse of false plans elsewhere. Klaren was so accustomed to the words that he honestly was surprised when Damien didn’t give him the shove off. His mismatched eyes immediately connected with the warmth from the others’. It felt like Damien was suddenly too close to him. In his personal space, in his mental space even. Klaren fought the inner feelings to blush or to make the squeak noise that was raising in his throat. For the first time since meeting Damien, Klaren had Damien’s undivided attention and it was overwhelming.
Klaren was not a wizard. He didn’t have the ability to pull some magical force out of him that could be directed into potions or a wand or even a broom, but given half a chance, he was a brilliant psychic. He couldn’t do it all the time or every day. Hell, he couldn’t even do it for every person he met, but sometimes when someone gave him their complete attention, he could feel them. He could feel a force, or even forces, radiating from them. He could feel their spirit or soul or whatever made them, who they were. Damien… Damien was this passionate swirl of blues and gold. It was stunning, and Klaren actually found himself glancing away to shove food into mouth. Klaren’s form of “magic” or “powers” were pretty much as estranged as a herbalist in modern medicine. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t faking feeling the other’s aura. No one would believe him. They would call him a nutcase, or a liar. He just got the first shot a decent friend for the first time in a long time. He couldn’t mess this up.
Klaren felt nervous, because he was trying to ignore the pulling—almost gravity-like—sensitization that Damien’s aura was putting off. The food was a welcomed distraction. Without it, he probably wouldn’t have even heard Damien speaking through the haze. “Umm, I guess. But you better be careful.” Klaren mumbled as he set down his fork and moved to passed the egg to Damien with both hands. He really was treating it like a child, but Damien’s attention seemed to pass from him to egg, and he felt the aura dissipating, a much needed relief for Klaren. He already wasn’t great with people. He didn’t need anything else working against him.
“It was a gift, but the person that gave it to me, wouldn’t tell me what was inside it. He said it’ll help me grow patience or something.” Klaren mentioned flatly. It wasn’t that he was disinterested, but he felt like if he connected with Damien again, he wouldn’t recover a second time.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 12:05 am
 Damien's eyes widened in interest as Klaren pressed the egg into his arms. He held it gingerly, terrified he was going to hold it too tight and break it, or mishandle it and drop it. He instantly felt some sort of connection with the being inside, whatever it may be, and wanted to hold and protect it.
"I won't," he muttered, eyes transfixed on the egg's smooth surface peeking out from the blanket. "One hell of a gift. Someone must care a lot to even think about entrusting you with it, huh?" he mused, carefully shifting his hold to one arm and running his fingertips across the smooth shell.
"I've never gotten anything this neat before. Granted, my family never really had the financial ability...or the knowledge of magical creatures and objects," he explained briefly, Klaren's first glimpse into Damien's home=life. If you asked Damien, he would say that he was always bored at home, and his siblings attacked him daily. If you were to get into his head, you would see that it was true...except he and his siblings had prank wars. Non-magical for he was the only one with any sort of magical ability in his family. Except for his uncle on his mom's side. The magic in their bloodline was slowly seeping through into the newer generations, but he was the only of his siblings to go to a special school for it.
He really missed them all most days.
"How long is it supposed to be before it hatches? I just met the little gal, and I'm already impatient," he rattled on, eyes slowly scanning the surface for any kind of cracks or patterns on the fragile dome. "You should let me egg-sit some time. Like, when you have classes and I don't? Speaking of free period, did you want me to try my hand at tutelage? Cross my heart I won't be as much of a b***h as the Queen over there. Just a little bit of one sometimes," he joked, attention turning toward Klaren once more, a small teasing smile on his lips. "I, for one, think I'd make an excellent teacher."
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 10:05 pm
Klaren shrugged a little when Damien stated that someone must trust him a lot to give him the egg. “I suppose. I think he honestly did it to teach me responsibility or maybe accountability. I’m sure at the very least, this is going to come with some form of strings attached to it. If you knew the man like I did, you would know he doesn’t do anything without some kind of forethought about it.” Klaren mildly rambled as he, himself, brought to mind what exact this gift was costing him in the long run. Of course, he would always choose receive the egg no matter what actually happened with it, but still, he knew that the headmaster wasn’t just going to do something like this for nothing.
“Yeah, so does that mean that your family is mostly non-magical?” Klaren asked after he replied. Klaren always did like to hear about other people’s families. There was just something about seeing the look on people’s faces when they talked about their family, that made Klaren feel a little more connected to his parents. His parents honestly died so long ago, that some days it felt like the only memories he could even remember about his parents were made up in his own head.
“Oh, I have no idea. I think that is the point, though. I think this is my would-be-guardian’s way of giving me a positive outlook/distraction. I haven’t exactly had the best disciplinary record here lately, and I think he is trying the whole reverse psychology thing on me, since you know, he doesn’t want me bored and running out to get another piercing or tattoo.” Klaren answered with a slight passive-aggressiveness to it. Klaren honestly didn’t think he was that bad of a kid, but then again, as a ward of the school, he wasn’t really supposed to leave school grounds without permission, but he did that all the time anyways. There was really nothing that the headmaster could do to punish Klaren, because he wouldn’t hold to the punish. He couldn’t ground him, because Klaren was notorious for his ability to sneak out. But this had some weight to it. If Klaren didn’t at least straight up somewhat, he risked losing his egg.
With that thought in mind, Klaren once again met eyes with Damien. “.. I mean, I probably need it. The headmaster is going to kill me if I fail another test. Although, I might ask him if we can do it in the dorms or something, because that library is just… well its creepy as ******** during free period.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 10:40 pm
Damien, somewhere during Klaren's talking about the giver of eggs, gravitated his attention back to said object in his arm. His eyes looked over the surface again, almost like he expected to see some sort of pattern or markings o nthe thing--something to give him a clue of what it held inside. He only ended up coming out of his trance when the questionable inflection of Klaren's voice reached his brain.
"Oh, yeah. The only other person I know of blood-related to me that has magick blood is my uncle on my mom's side. Out of six kids, I'm the only one who got the magick blood. Which means I have two sisters and three brothers that are very jealous. Well. Two sisters and two brothers. My brother that's just below me just makes fun of me when I accidentally shatter or throw stuff across the room. I accidentally made my mom's cereal blow up in her face. There was milk and Cap'n Crunch everywhere." He laughed at his own mishaps, smile brightening his face. "Sometimes I get some magick jokes and tricks and prank my brother with them, though. Drives him nuts. Calls me a cheater. I, of course, deny everything.
"What about you? I mean...I hate to bring it up, and don't answer if you don't want to. But, there's a rumor that your parents aren't around anymore. It's not really any of my business, I just want to know if it's true or not, if you're okay to talk about it," he said cautiously, turning curious eyes to Klaren's face. "We can always wait til later on, when I seem a little more trustworthy. Or not at all. Whatever's cool with you," he added quickly, laying a gentle hand subconsiously on the exposed shell of the egg.
A brief silence grew between them, and Damien cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing away. "I didn't mean to... Uh..." Silence rung once more.
"Doin' it in the dorms sounds much better than the library. We can get extra comfortable," he said, cutting off the awkward moment that he brought upon them. "Granted, we may get too comfortable and end up taking naps instead, but we'll get a little bit of studying time, right? ...Is he even gonna be okay with me tutoring you instead? I mean, he obviously chose her for a reason. She's the best and most stubborn in the class. I'm...uh...not. In the slightest." He bit his lip softly, chewing on it as he thought.
"For what it's worth, by the way. The piercings suit you. I obviously can't see any tattoos right now, but the piercings are definitely boss."
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 11:19 pm
Klaren laughed a little as Damien recounted the time he broke his mother’s cereal bowl. The idea of living in a world without magik users sounded wonderfully blissful. No one to question or doubt your abilities. They just were what they were. It sounded nice. It sounded almost charming. Klaren actually envy Damien quaint life just from that one small piece of it. Then again, Damien simply had living relatives, and that… that was something Klaren hadn’t known in a long time. His mind clouded with what it often clouded over with thought over…. Things that simply could have been, but weren’t.
He actually only snapped out of it, because he realized that Damien had continued to talk and was actually rambling a little bit. He must have just blanked out staring at Damien, and the other just took that as a statement of silence on purpose. He was almost stunned seeing Damien so… so jumbled, after he actually started to take back in the world around him. It was almost like Damien was nervous, and Klaren could have sworn he noticed a small orange aura surrounding Damien for a moment… or maybe he imagined it. Either way, it was weird for Klaren to think about Damien being nervous around him. Maybe it was because Klaren had never had any qualms about talking about his parents. He loved them, and they had been gone for so long that it was hard to still be anger about it. Nothing he could do emotional could bring them back, after all.
“I mean; I think you are looking at this all wrong. The headmaster has failed to find me a tutor for years. I think me offering him up a perfectly good tribute is something he can’t turn down. Plus, I think he will accept any form of academics as long as I start doing better… I mean, I really doubt is anything is going to provide fruitful, but still, I mean. I would rather give it a go with you than anyone else I have met at this school, and that is saying a lot, since I have been a ward of this school since I was five.” Klaren said nonchalantly as he started to really begin eating again.
After a moment to chew some food, Klaren looked back up at Damien. “Oh and yes. My parents were murdered when I was five. After a brief shuffle through, the magik world’s version of foster care, the Council of Magik agreed to pay for my entire tuition and living expensive to go to this school. I have lived here ever since, and the headmaster has been my guardian. Trust me, I would take accidentally exploding my mother’s cereal bowl any day.” His voice didn’t seem to carry a tone. It was as if he was just merely just stating a simple fact.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 11:50 pm
"...You've gotta meet my family, holy s**t," was Damien's first thought once Klaren got done telling him about his parents. All notes of nervousness were gone from his demeanor after he watched Klaren so calmly talk about his past. "They're waaaay cooler than Mr. Headmaster. Well, I haven't spent much personal time with him, but. Have you ever traveled anywhere? You should see if he'll let you come home with me for the Christmas holidays. You do celebrate Christmas, right? Or is it something else?" Suddenly he wanted to know all about this pale, freckled boy beside him. It hadn't occured to him to stop and think about the fact that he and Klaren basically just met and weren't close by any means...because Klaren had told him about his past. Damient felt like he was the only one of the students that properly knew what happened now, and that meant the world to him.
He let out a lighthearted laugh, relaxing his shoulders a little. "I'm kind of looking forward to this tutoring thing. Hell, maybe you can teach me a thing or two, also, huh?" he joked. "Would you rather do it in your room or mine?" he asked, completely missing the possible innuendo in the sentence. "Or, like, would you wanna switch up? Because I definitely wanna see your space and how you live.
Oh, we should probably go talk to him now before dinner's over with, huh? I dunno when he goes to sleep, but I imagine he doesn't stay up too late, does he? I wanna get all of this sorted out before you change your mind and decide I'm crazy and never speak to me again. Call me clingy." He grinned over at Klaren, eyes warm and inviting as he raised the egg to hug to his front carefully.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 12:18 am
Klaren shook his head as he took the last few bites of his dinner. “..no wards of the academy can’t leave school grounds without a chaperone, and the headmaster lives on the grounds, so the farthest that I have gone is the neighboring towns that I stuck off too, when I couldn’t stand to look at the walls of my prison anymore.” Klaren stated with a slightly sadder tone. For a brief moment, he thought of before. He didn’t remember much, but he remembered always moving. His parents… they were always having to go to different places, and he remember always seeing new things… maybe that was why he subconsciously was never satisfied with just living here. But every day, all year, all his life… it just drug on.
Christmas. What a light hearted thing to think about. “I mean, I do, but its really more just me sitting in the dorm with the other wards doing what I personally find to be a disgrace to the holiday as far as celebrating goes. I don’t know, though, I guess Christmas brings up bad memories for them, because you know, they remember good Christmases, so they just like to do the most minimal thing possible. I don’t say anything, I guess, because one vote doesn’t trump three.” Klaren stated back as if he was attempting to remind Damien the realm in which Klaren existed.
Klaren shrugged again as he moved to push his finished plate away. “I mean, guess little details like that can always be decided later, and honestly, if you are dying to see my room that badly, then you can just come back with me and see it. The headmaster usually comes and does an after dinner check-in to make sure we are where we are supposed to be for the night. Not that most of us stay after that, but still, we can pitch him the idea when he stops by. He’ll probably be more lenient outside of a traditional school setting or his own quarters, anyways.” Klaren answered back before he felt Damien’s presence radiating again as he looked at both Damien and the egg together. He seemed to bright, that Klaren wanted to look away, but couldn’t. His lips fell silent again as he felt a trance washing over him.
“… I think it wouldn’t be very fair that out of the two of us, I considered you the crazy one.” Klaren almost whispered as he watched Damien’s physical being burst with same blue and gold colors from earlier. It was just so awe-worthy
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 11:49 am
 Damien laughed at Klaren's coment. "True. You're the one that invited me to sit with you. You must be the crazy one. And you're actually going to allow me to tutor you? You're doomed to a lifelong friendship now, my friend," he teased, leaning down and resting his chin atop the dome of the egg, smiling over at him.
"But, we've got to get you away from this place for a holiday. Your Christmases here sound just dreadful. My family may be rambunctious and crazy, but my mom and me decorate every year. We go all-out with Christmas lights and the tree and everything. Hell, if you can come this year, maybe you can help. And the home-cooked food, oh, you don't know what you're missing," he rambled on, chattering about his family and their holidays. "Plus, they're used to my magic freaking out sometimes, so you won't even be out of place. And I have a king bed up there, so there's plenty of room for you to sleep, too. If you don't mind sharing my island of a bed. I can easily just sleep on the floor or the couch, though, if you don't want to share the bed." He was talking about this trip like it had already been planned out, and they were ready to go.
They had only gotten along for fifteen minutes, and Damien was treating him like he was a close friend he had known for years.
He was cut off, however, by the interruption of one of his friends addressing him. "Damien, come on, man. We're sittin' over here," the male had said, green eyes sliding over to peer at Klaren curiously. Damien looked up at his friend with a bright smile.
"I'm done eating, but I'm gonna hang out over here with Klaren for the rest of dinner. You wanna join? He's great company. Granted, I do most of the talking. As usual." His bright eyes turned to Klaren, then, gesturing to his dark-skinned friend. "Klaren, Blain; Blain, Klaren."
The swamp-eyed male gazed at Klaren for a moment, gaze seeming to lock onto him briefly, like he was examining him to see if he'd like him...and then he smiled at him just as bright as Damien did, though he was less-attractive, the grin still seemed to brighten the room. Damien knew some happy people. "Nice to meet you, Klaren. I'm gonna go sit with the rest of the guys still, but maybe I'll join you tomorrow? Hell, maybe you'll join us tomorrow." It was definitely an invitation for Klaren to come eat with their group of friends from then-on, even if he didn't take it up immediately. The offer still stood.
Blain turned to Damien fully, then, and laid a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it a little. His eyes definitely flickered down to the egg in his arms. "I heard you and Bossy Pants broke up. I wanna say sorry it happened, but you know I'm glad," he laughed while Damien rolled his eyes at him. Blain had never liked her, ever. He even complained every time he got done ******** her that she never shut up. As soon as Damien started dating her, however, he stopped the complaints and just began giving him pitying looks. How Damien didn't have to go through that anymore. Thank goodness.
"Yeah, yeah. Give it a week before you jump on her again, alright? I don't wanna hear the complaints." Blain laughed, but knew Damien was serious. He'd respect it that much. They always had.
"Alright, man. I got you," he smiled at Damien with a nod, and turned to Klaren for his farewell. "It was nice meetin' ya, Klaren. See ya around, right?" He grinned once more then turned to go back to the table their friends were at.
Damien turned to Klaren with a sheepish smile. "Blain. My best friend. Sorry if he freaked you out with his staring. He does that."
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