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Post by Samson Callahan Koster on Jul 1, 2015 16:17:00 GMT -5
Samson found the castle stifling, which was odd considering the school he went to until last week had been built into the side of a canyon's cliff face. But it was cold. Huge dark stones made dark, cold corridors, and he was already dreading the winter. Back home, at his real school, the walls were lighter, made of tan stones that heated pleasantly during the day's sun and were charmed to hold onto that warmth throughout the cold outback nights. Not that it mattered if he preferred his old school, since his mum had decided to tear him away and bring him here.
At least he didn't have to stay in the castle all the time. As soon as he'd been sorted, he'd dug around in his trunk for a book, a tattered copy of Time of the Twins he'd gotten from a secondhand store that looked more like it was fifth or sixth hand. Book in hand, he'd grabbed Porthios and headed outside. Now, he was under a tree, bent over a book he'd already read once before, with his pet python enjoying the summer sun on his skin. Unlike his life, which had been turned almost literally upside down, the world of the book hadn't changed one bit, and that was a relief he clung to.
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Post by Asher Blackwood on Jul 2, 2015 20:53:48 GMT -5
"So I told her that if she didn't want hands there, she should have worn a longer skirt," Asher told his brother. It was far too easy making Lucien blush, and he was beginning to think he should aim for nausea instead. Then he saw someone ahead, dressed in tattered clothing with a tattered book and... a snake? He nudged his brother in the side.
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Post by Aerion Blackwood on Jul 2, 2015 20:55:57 GMT -5
Aerion had been trying and failing to block out the sound of his brother's voice and getting jabbed with an elbow didn't help in the least. He looked ahead and sighed, then turned his gaze toward Julien. He shook his head. He would much rather remain invisible. The last students they'd actually had contact with had been far more contact than he'd have liked.
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Post by Samson Callahan Koster on Jul 2, 2015 21:06:10 GMT -5
Samson was so involved in the book that he likely wouldn't have heard the guy even if they had been standing next to one another. In fact, the only hint he got of the existance of other humans was the reaction of his reddish snake, who slithered his way back to his owner over what must have seemed like a mile to the little 18 inch reptile. Samson glanced up, only to quickly bury his nose again, though he struggled to find the right paragraph after the brief interruption. He put out a hand toward Porthios, who curled his slender body around the boy's wrist.
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Post by Asher Blackwood on Jul 2, 2015 21:20:18 GMT -5
Asher ignored his brother entirely. In fact, he turned toward the stranger in defiance. His little brother could run off and play with himself if he didn't like it. Asher smelled fresh meat and they'd been here long enough to stake a claim/ There had to be someone lower-ranked than them besides the little first and second years.
"You do realize, of course, that there is a snake climbing up your arm?" Asher called.
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Post by Aerion Blackwood on Jul 2, 2015 21:23:06 GMT -5
Part of Aerion wanted to give the stranger a sympathetic look, but he wouldn't be the weaker twin. The smarter twin, the wiser, but not the weaker. "That book looks as though he pulled it from the snake's arse," he said. That would require a rather large dumbass, but it seemed that Hogwarts was filled with those.
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Post by Samson Callahan Koster on Jul 2, 2015 21:30:46 GMT -5
"Of course I'm aware," Samson said, refusing to look up. "He's my pet. And the book was gotten from a shop, just like most." Ignoring them would have been better, but of his little group of friends he was one of the last to manage ignoring taunts. In his experience, people who jumped on picking on someone just wanting to read simply refused to be ignored, anyway.
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Post by Asher Blackwood on Jul 2, 2015 21:44:59 GMT -5
"Your pet?" Asher said. He glanced at his brother, as though he was about to impart some inside joke. The joke was, of course, that he would likely shock Lucien as well. "I have a pet snake as well." The guy really wasn't bad to look at, and Asher had grown bored of taking care of things himself. "Would you like to touch it?"
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Post by Aerion Blackwood on Jul 2, 2015 21:47:41 GMT -5
Aerion began to seriously consider just walking away. His brother was less and less a protector or teammate, and more and more another arse. Maybe he didn't need Julien after all. They'd intended to take down the freak together and yet they'd spent their time here hiding from those blonde demons.
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Post by Samson Callahan Koster on Jul 2, 2015 21:53:38 GMT -5
As if he'd never heard that one before. Although Samson had never been in school with his uncle, there were those who remembered Ariel, or who had sivlings that did. Samson focused harder on his book, though the worda seemed to crawl across the page in front of his eyes. "Why don't you find an empty stall and touch it yourself?" he asked, still refusing to look up.
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Post by Asher Blackwood on Jul 2, 2015 22:01:16 GMT -5
"Look, Aerion, someone as afraid of sex as you are!" Asher grinned and nudged his brother again. When he'd reached the guy in the tattered clothes, he stood towering over him. "You're a pretty one, it's really too bad about that stick up your arse."
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Post by Aerion Blackwood on Jul 2, 2015 22:10:05 GMT -5
Aerion wasn't amused. He cast a sidelong glare at his brother. "I'm not staying if you're just trying to pull." Trying being the operative word. He was beginning to think that Asher wanted to get rid of him. What would be the point with the freak still in possession of the property?
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Post by Samson Callahan Koster on Jul 3, 2015 19:55:01 GMT -5
Samson pulled his knees up closer to his chest and tried to focus harder on his book. Porthios slithered his way onto his soulders to drape around his neck lile a reddish necklace. "I'm not afraid of anything," he said, knowing it was useless as he spoke, "I just want to be left alone." In his experience, no one cared that he just wanted a quiet corner to read in.
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Post by Asher Blackwood on Jul 3, 2015 20:14:42 GMT -5
Asher reached out to snatch the book from the boy. "What is this horrid thing?" he asked, sneering. "Muggle rubbish? Best to stay out of the dungeons if you don't want your arse kicked. Although if your arse wants any other attention, I might be able to help." He tossed the book over his shoulder at his brother.
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Post by Aerion Blackwood on Jul 3, 2015 20:20:47 GMT -5
Aerion only just refrained from rolling his eyes. He caught the book and began to inspect its rather disgusting cover. What was it supposed to be about? The warlock was simple enough, and some lady in a bedsheet, but was that a roman gladiator behind them? Ridiculous! He flipped to a page at random to read aloud.
"They were fixedly ignoring the slovenly man, their eyes still on Tanis, and now even the drunk's attention turned to the half-elf. Half-elf?" he repeated, disgusted. He dropped the book on the ground and wiped his fingers against his trousers.
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