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Post by Princess Vanity on Mar 30, 2008 21:54:55 GMT -5
Feeling Matt's obvious intention to crush her hand Lexi understood that evidently they had gotten off on the wrong foot. Very obviously he disliked her. And she felt that indeed she was partially to blame for that. But hey, when you startle someone by shooting rifles around them, what do you expect?
Once again Lexi was grateful for Tamir. Despite what everyone said, and the fact that he was a rather scary individual, she really thought he was a good guy. Perhaps you just had to avoid getting on his bad side. At any rate, she was glad he had, err, advised Matt to loosen his grip. She waited for the other Lycan to do so.
While waiting, and really this whole time, Lexi couldnt help but watch the elderly man Tamir was with. a strange fellow, but Lexi couldnt help but think he was more than he seemed. Though at the moment, he had a somewhat zoned goofy smile that suggested show tunes were playing through his ancient mind.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 1, 2008 19:31:11 GMT -5
Matt let go of the girl just after he did one final squeeze on her hand. The lycan wasn't too fond of silver, and even less fond of those who threatened him with it. Pet peeves that peeved most peevable lycans. And by extension, he wasn't too pleased by having to 'make up' with the lycan that had been threatening him earlier.
Matt looked over at Tamir, the man who apparently was making sure "Satonaro doesn't die in an inconvenient place". The Brit wondered if Satonaro had a dinosaur somewhere in the school, because he was probably old enough to be a predecessor to them. But then again, Satonaro was the only 'cool' old man he had met. Matt believed that he had to get his temper under control; he could tell just by a strange, tingling eye sensation. As he took deep breaths to relax himself, his silver-blue eyes became just normal, average, everyday blue. Matt pulled down his boonie hat to Satonaro and uttered one word, "Evenin'".
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 1, 2008 20:20:27 GMT -5
"Hi Matt... having fun with the young lady were you? Well I'm sorry but you'll have to keep your horomones under controll. Thank you." Satonaro smiled as if he had no clue what was going on... and from his dialogue, one could strongly assume he didn't know what was going on. It was a wonder the geezer was teaching here. He looked so frail... all his movements shakey and slow. He was probably at more risk than most of the students here. The old man looked up at Tamir in a manner that might remind one of a small child looking for a 'job well done.' or something of the sort. The old man's ears wiggled a bit, an absentminded habit that was really quite interesting and odd at the same time.
Tamir nodded, though it wasn't that he was paying any attention to Satonaro. He nodded in a simple gesture to show Matt that he did well. "Lexi... are you injured?" he inquired telepathically, blocking the message off from any curious minds that might have tried to pick it up as well. The message was for Lexi, and Lexi alone. Tamir's wings closed around himself again, shrouding his armor and cloak under the blue leathery wings.
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Post by Princess Vanity on Apr 1, 2008 20:57:26 GMT -5
Still getting used to the whole telepathic thing, Lexi blinked at first. She glanced down and frowned a bit at the bloody bite mark on her side, where Matt had bitten her during their wolf form battle. It was healing fast, and was no more than a sting. She inspected it and it seemed okay. "Uhm yea, for the most part. I doubt he's very pleased with me though. I don't suppose the school allows the use of Gypsy time reverse potions so I can try to get off on the right foot..."
Lexi of course, doubted that she would be allowed to attempt such a thing. She would either have to accept her fate as was, and her and Matt would be rivals from here on in, or make attempts at salvaging a friendship. Looking towards Tamir, then Matt, and finally old Satonaro, Lexi just sat patiently. The old man's ramblings earlier had made her laugh. Apparently he had thought her and Matt her engaging is some sort of, erm, teenage romance. Not quite...Matt was good looking and all, but Lexi doubted that anything would have come of them trying to kill each other...or now ever would.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 17:05:10 GMT -5
Matt sighed, which came out in a Darth Vader-esque way from the gas mask. "I'm not tryin' to get with her," the lycan said a bit irritatedly. If that were a romance to Satonaro, he'd hate to see what the old man would call hate, because it would most likely involve violence that would make a horror movie seem like a children's program. "And I'll try. Not many people expect to have a huge wolf creature about to attack you during target practice," Matt said, oddly more at ease around the old man, most probably because he seemed to be one of the only people he found that were 'cool'. Yeah, but anyone else would most likely beg to differ about the old man, judging by how much he enjoyed using his staff to hit the heads of students.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 18:21:17 GMT -5
Satonaro suddenly made a completely unexpected move- he whipped his staff into the air in a blur of motion and hit Matt accross the head with it, and from the sound of impact- you could assume Matt was hit pretty hard "Don't lie to your elders." he said before standing calmly as if he didn't go all super samurai on Matt's ass. He smiled like the silly old man he was and he looked from Lexi to Matt for a few seconds, "Wait a second... ... ..." he paused as if he was struck by some amazing revelation.
Tamir seemed amused by Satonaro's actions. The old man was unpredictable and the beatings that seemed to follow Satonaro around made the babysitting job almost worth it. Tamir had a lovely sense of humor, I'm sure you'll agree.
(Sorry, writer's block has attacked me!)
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Post by Princess Vanity on Apr 4, 2008 22:12:09 GMT -5
Lexi had to stifle a loud laugh. Watching Matt get whacked on the head was really quite amusing, but she hid her pleasure in it well. She looked towards the old man and said sweetly, "Oh Satonaro, it's really okay. We were just messing around. Matt's not too bad a guy."
Looking at Matt, Lexi winked as if to say, See, I'm standing up for you. You should stop hating me now.
Then returning her attention to the teachers she addressed Tamir telepathically. Or at least, as best she could. Most likely both Tamir and Satonaro sere picking up her message, not that it was of much use to the old man. In fact, even if he did receive it, Lexi wasn't sure he would care or respond. either way she let her thoughts speak. "I've been hearing things from the other student. Bits and pieces of conversations...I was always referred to as a werewolf, by my village and those surrounding it. But I've come to learn that here, they call themselves Lycans. I...I heard things about us, I mean, my race. Some sort of conflict. I'm not sure because I never stopped to ask but..."
Lexi's thoughts were interrupted by a bird flying overhead. It was true that she had been hearing things. She had heard things about the Lycans and the Vampires. but no one would tell her much.
She continued to communicate with Tamir (and perhaps the ancient Satonaro) ...oh I don't know. Maybe it's silly. I just want to know more about who I am. What I am."
With that Lxi ceased to telecommunicate and thought to herself. It was true. She had never had contact with other werewolves, or as she now knew, Lycans. She thought she was just a freak...a cross breed. But now she was getting a chance to learn about her race, her people. Herself. And that both excited and scared her.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 4, 2008 22:20:50 GMT -5
Matt rubbed the side of his head after Satonaro hit him, "What was that for, ya bloody bof?!" He was a bit annoyed at being hit on the side of the head with such a hard staff, but he'd get over it. He mumbled and the like when he saw Lexi 'stand up for him', but he really didn't think he needed help when it came to dealing with an old man. "I'm not lyin'," he mumbled just loudly enough for everyone to hear.
Matt fiddled with his knife by changing the shape of the blade. He watched it turn from a regular bowie to a sword breaker and back again. His ways of entertaining himself were quite interesting, weren't they?
"And you're not gonna do anything to stop this?" he thought, expecting Tamir to pick up on it with the dragon-man-powers that he possessed.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 4, 2008 22:45:20 GMT -5
"Well, Lexi... werewolves seem to be trapped in an ever-constant struggle with vampires, which was mostly the reason for me having to follow you and Eric to Twilight Moon. We couldn't have him attacking you, though Eric feeds on other vampires and seems to like werewolves more than vampires anyways..." Tamir shrugged before his his yellow slitted eyes looked towards Matt, "You, Matt... I'm not really needed to help you at all.. you teacher knows best, anyways." there was a smirk on his face, "You shouldn't have picked a fight with Lexi..."
Satonaro paused and slowly turned his head and looked towards Tamir, "...you..." his words weren't dark or threatening... kind of like he had just had a revelation, really. He brought his staff through the air at lightning speed and slammed it accross Tamir's head now, "You should have told me before! Should have known it was you... not the son of werewolves! Would've taken more than just your job to get you to save anyone but your own sorry ass!" Satonaro looked pleased with himself, having solved his little conundrum.
Tamir's eyes darkened and he narrowed them in a threatening manner, turning to walk away- "Speak only when it's appropriate, old man..." he obviously had no more intention on staying here. So he started making his way away from the group, his yellow hued eyes looking into the forest that he began to tread into. "Farewell, group... untill I see you at a later date." he nodded. He wouldn't take flight- the forest canopy was much too dense for that.
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