~ Kitirah MoonBlayde ~ 18th Day of Tessera, 81379 ---------------------------------------- 'This is insane. I don't even want to be here. I just want to go home, and I want things to be simple, and the way they used to be. Why did that bastard have to take such an interest in me? And why did he have to be so damned good looking and interesting? I wouldn't have gone near him otherwise. Oh, damn me and my blasted curiosity to hell. I just want to go home. And I can't. I can never go back. Feh... I'll get used to it eventually. I'll settle in, and then, I can bring my own little personal hell here. Maybe cause a few disturbances in the process. ...Now I just need to find my dormitory...' It was a nightmare. Kitirah still couldn't beleive that she was actually here, that she gotten accepted at Janarden Academy. She was a foreigner, after all. Didn't that mean that they should all hate her guts, leave her in the dark, and shun her until she finally receeded in upon herself and fled? Why wasn't anyone trying to bother her. The south was so different from Dhruv that it was funny... and yet it wasn't. It was just... strange. They had different ways here. She'd just need to learn them and settle in, and finally get used to them. Maybe eventually, the withdrawn Yki would feel at home here. At the moment, she seriously doubted it. Hell, she couldn't even find her dormitory, or anyone to direct her either. Moving swiftly away from the registrar's office, the silver-pelted 'dragon made her way across the hall, and perched under one of the wide and high paned windows. Flicking her head, she tossed her black and icy blue hair out of her face, and wished that she could shift to her quadrupedal form. It would make it so much easier to get around. Plus, her silver-feathered wings were constantly getting in her way, and she kept accidentally bumping other 'dragons as they made their way through the hall. Everyone probably thought she was complete ditz. Tugging at the neck of the black hooded sweatshirt she had pulled over the top half of her body, she wished she had the nerve to wander around in nothing but her fur, like many others seemed to have no problems doing. Her bi-coloured blue and green eyes followed another 'dragon who wasn't wearing a stitch but her fur. And unlike Kitirah, her fur was short. Kiti's fur, on the other paw, was long, thick, and obscuring enough to hide any details, though not so much that her lean figure would have been completely undistiguishable. The dark grey boot-cut denim pants she had on were annoying too. And so bloody restrictin- "Yiiiieeee!" Kitirah's pained yelp cut off the rest of her thoughts as someone trod on her fox-like tail. The offender looked back at her disgustedly, and then departed without a word. Smarting, and now incredibly embarassed because several others were looking at her in a queer way, the Yki felt the tip of her black nose beginning to heat up. Cradling her silver furred, black and blue tipped tail, she shrank back further into the alcove that was the window ledge. Looking moodily out the glass, she caught sight of her reflection in the crystalline pane. The black swirling patterns that ran from the corners of her eyes, all across her face, and down over her snout stood out stark against her silvery fur, and the black, blue-edged streaks across her muzzle accented her eyes. Who gave a damn. Grumpily, she slid down from her perch, snagged her backpack and slung it over one shoulder, and began making her way towards the door. Her way was impeded by clustered of vibrantly furred 'dragons, who appeared to have no other purpose than to impeded her. This was ridiculous. 'To hell with this,' she thought angrily. 'I'll find the dorms myself.'
((Absent minded Furball comin thru!!!)) A blue furball could barely be seen over the stack of books infront of her, she was wavering from side to side in the hallways. <span style='color:blue'>'SCUSE ME!!! COMIN THRU!! I CAN'T SEE!!!</span> She promptly tripped over Kitirah's foot!! A full face plant followed suit and books and papers went flying everywhere. The little blue fuzzball was down. Not to mention hurting. White fluffy feathers slowly made their way back down to the ground along with a few tufts of fur. <span style='color:blue'>Owwww.... </span> Cuesanu slowly sat up and rubbed her head. That hurt pretty bad...She hadn't done that in awhile though she should know better then to carry that many books at one time...then again...she never was street smart...
((Thanks for bothering to post!)) Kiti turned her head at the shout from some unknown 'dragon. Too late she noted the stack of books zooming towards her, and before she could attempt to move out of the way and avoid a collision, said collision occured. With an interesting distressed sound, the silver Yki found herself down on the floor with the other now-revealed blue furred 'dragon. There were books and papers scattered over a ten-foot radius around the unfortunate pair, and there were tufts of blue fur, as well as a few of Kit's silver, and white and silver feathes floated lazily to the ground. Picking herself up off the floor, she brushed a few feathers and papers out of her thick fur, and absently picked another feather out of her black and blue hair. Glancing back down at her unintentional assailant, she immedietly felt bad. "Oh hell, are you okay?" she stammered. "I am sooo sorry. Let me help you with all this stuff..." Throwing her backpack back over her shoulders to free her arms, she began picking threw the chaos of papers and tomes, picking them up and balancing them on one hand. She even used her tail to flick some of the books up onto the pile she was accumulating. Straightening, she met the other 'dragon's gaze, and smiled feebily. WHat a day this was turning into. Ah, well, might as well get to know a few people. "I am called Kitirah." she spoke softly, offering her free paw in a peace-shake. "My surname's MoonBlayde. You can just call me Kiti, if you like." Looking around again at the mess they'd created, she shook her head ruefully. "Comeon, let's get all this and get out of here." pausing, she remembered that she hadn't asked for the other 'dragon's name. "So who are you?" she asked, curiosity prickling.
Character x Pyemme Ryubi-Djaam (PR) Age x 18 Trades x Psychology: Apprentice; Telekinesis: Apprentice Note x Sorry if I'm posting late, but this seemed like a fun thread to join. :3 And if this seems like an awfully long post, I'm sorry. It's my first with this character, so I may have overdone it. xD x Psychologists. There never was a group of students quite like the psychologists. They were reserved, watchful, slightly off-setting lurkers who wandered in pairs and said little, but took many notes in identical composition notebooks. No one seemed to know why or how they functioned, since the group moved like weather formations, or other uncontrollable forces of nature. Where or when they popped up, you never knew. What study they were conducting, you couldn't possibly fathom. The only way you could please the psychologists was to act exactly like yourself and do whatever you would normally do in their absence, but if you recognized a pair of them in the darkest edge of the room with their eyes fixed on you, this was already impossible. Interestingly, however, PR preferred to work alone. There were an odd number of students in her class anyway, and for some reason they had fallen quickly into natural pairings as if half of the world's psychologists were negatively charged and the other half, positive. The honey-hued Lukuo could only assume that she had no charge, or else her magnetic mate was tragically somewhere far, far away, unable to feel the pull of ionic attraction. So, tragically alone, PR sat cross-legged on a bench in the front foyer, composition notebook propped upon lap, pencil rapidly taking down tallies under several sets of columns. Her darkly-rimmed periwinkle eyes scanned the hallway as students poured through, outfitted with textbooks and backpacks and all the tools of their trade. Tally, tally. Her tail flicked back and forth, pelage fanning through the air as she marked. Even a quiet hum emanated from her narrow maw, suggesting that she was enjoying a rather pleasant morning. "Yiiiieeee!" PR's head jerked up as she heard the shriek. Immediately her attention was focused on an uncomfortable-looking Yki, clutching her own tail and attempting to shrink back into the window, or perhaps out of it onto the grass in the courtyard. No such luck. The psychologist watched in amusement as the thill pressed back into the crowd, only to be the catapult for a small blue 'dragon to go flying, books and papers spraying everywhere. The Lukuo repressed a chuckle as one of the volumes slid across the polished floor, gliding to a halt in front of her bench. She picked it up curiously, turning it over to take in both the front and back covers, apparently reaching some sort of conclusion. Snapping her notebook shut in one hand, she placed her sandaled feet on the floor and made her way smoothly through the throng to the site of the accident. The silver thill had finished helping the younger collect her belongings by the time PR spoke up, but when she did, she offered the last book to the little Were. "Missing something?" she asked, bouncing on each syllable in a deliberate, sinister way. She then smiled warmly, her eyes narrowing to thin bands.
((Nah, the more the merrier! I love it! And I feel so loved.... XD)) The fur-lifting sensation of eyes piercing into one's body swept over the silver thill. In fact, it had felt so, if less so, for the last few minutes, now that she thought about it, but she hadn't really been paying attention to her feelings previously. One blue eye and the one green of the mismatched pair snapped up, scanning the crowd of milling 'dragons around her. She didn't see anyone in particular, but that certainly didn't mean that there wasn't someone around who'd taken interest in either her, or the little blue furball who'd lost her books all over the place. With the background noise of the entrance hall, it was also impossible for the northern huntress to track any approaching pawsteps. 'Where is this unseen watcher?' she wondered silently. At the sound of the voice from behind her nearer to the little blue Were, the silver Yki turned around belatedly, and met a pair of dark-rimmed periwinkle eyes with her own bi-coloured orbs. Cocking her head to the right slightly, unwittingly causing the black and interesting symmetrical black swirling patterns that lead from the outer corners of her eyes, and wanderd across her cheeks and down her muzzle, to stand out starkly. She let her own eyes run over the other's form, studying her with an unnerving intensity. Her honey coloured fur stood out beautifully, and Kit noted everything she could about her, from the curled black horns spiralling out from under the pale hair, to the elegantly sandal-shod feet. Visibly, the Yki didn't see anything that would bother her about the sleek Lukuo. If she'd seen nothing but a photo, she probably would have paused to marvel at the ram-like horns, and then moved on. It was being in her actual presence that was slitghtly unnerving. A sense like she was being categorized into one of myriad and intricately labeled files to be shuffeled away on a desk. A niggling in the back of her mind made her slightly wary. But, first impressions generally had a tendancy to be very misleading. There was no point in making a judgement before speaking with and meeting someone. "You are very kind." she spoke in a neutral tone to the Lukuo, a hint of curiosity allowed to filter noticeably into her voice. Pausing, she glanced back at the blue fuzzball that had sent her skittering across the floor. Shrugging absently, she turned her attention back to the golden furred 'dragon. "Do you have a name, kind-one?" she asked. Something about her, the same sense that made the silver furred thill feel slightly wary, made her not want to give her name out first, before knowing the other's. Of course, there was always the chance she'd overheard her speaking to the blue Were, but that couldn't be helped.
PR rested her free hand on her hip, letting her thumb slip into the pocket of her denim miniskirt as she waited patiently for the younger 'dragon to reclaim her book. She held the book out lazily, elbow crooked in the curve of her waist which was clearly visible due to the creamy-orange halter top that did nothing to hide the shape of her body. Meanwhile, her gaze traveled back to the silver thill, briefly panning the length of her form before settling on her face. For a moment the highly intricate tattoo on the other's cheek held the Lukuo's attention, its fantasy-fiction motif of a crescent moon and dagger almost laughable. Following the curliques that spiralled across her cheeks, however, PR found her attention focused on the thill's eyes. Mismatched eyes. Suddenly a voice inside her screamed "Case study!" and then went about her head trying to figure out what Pendragon community marked their members' cheeks, and how her genetics could possibly contain cues for dual eye-color. It had not gotten far, though, before the scrambling voice-creature tripped and fell as PR gave a quick shake of her head, tossing her white-blonde hair and jangling the numerous gold earrings she wore. Muffled cursing ensued as the voice picked itself up and retreated back to the depths of the Lukuo's disturbed subconscious. "Of course I have a name," the honey-hued thill answered, taking advantage of the vampire's wording, "I don't know what people would call me if I didn't!" The sly smile that already played across her lips widened to become a grin that, while appearing good-humored, somehow eerily offset her tone of voice. "It's Pyemme Ryubi, but please, call me PR. Six syllable names are such a hassle to use."
Cuesanu quickly collected most of her books while talking <span style='color:blue'>Names Cuesanu Olsenu but you can just call be Cue. Thats what everyone else calls me</span> She stacked the books backup and stood up with them. <span style='color:blue'>I hate being short...</span> The books cleared her head which ever way she tried to stack them. She decided to put them on the floor for now and leaned against them. <span style='color:blue'>I'm guessing your new here by the confused look on your face. I'm one of the resident Menlo experts, I can build any suit to any specifications if you have the right pay...</span>
Bi-hued eyes flicked back to the small blue Were as her name was given, and nodded in assent to what she considered a small token of slight acceptance. A flicker of a smile passed over her lips, for a bare second revealing the two longer fangs that hinted at vampirism. They were covered again in a split second though, as though it were an illusion. It wasn’t of important right now. And Cue’s name was fairly interesting, and it was a curiosity that would give the silver thill something to study in her free time. Kiti had a bit of an obsession with names; all the meanings and histories contained in them were a source of endless interest to her. "Sure, Cue. Thanks." was her response. Now, this other one, this “Pyemme Ryubi," was also a curiosity to the Yki. Her brazen methods were a little confusing to her; her northern clan had used so much subtlety, tricky words, and chase around phrases, that an outsider would never have understood what was actually being said. Of course, born as she was into that life, it was all she had known. This southern boldness was strange. Choosing to ignore the slight jibe delivered by the Lukuo, Kitirah instead only responded to the parting of her name, and the included preference of the abbreviation. Well it was only fair that she release hers now. "As you wish it, …PR." her voice was a little cool and reserved, but that was normal for her. "I suppose I owe you mine… My name’s Kitirah MoonBlayde, but you can call me Kiti, or Kit, if you want." At the moment, however, Cue had more of her curiosity captured then PR did, so she was much more inclined to speak with her furry blue assailant then the calculating Lukuo. The thing that was especially interesting to her was this… ’Menlo,’ as they called it. Kit felt as though it was something she should know. Like it was something that everyone else already knew about. And she knew she would feel kind of stupid asking about it, but she’d rather know then be left in the dark. She glanced uncomprehendingly back at Cue. "Umm, you’ll probably think I’m I a complete moron… but… what exactly is this… “Menlo" that you speak of?" Feeling stupider by the second, she felt her skin growing warm beneath her fur with embarrassment. Shyly, she lowered her eyes and stared at the floor. Trying to salvage some piece of her ruined image, she made a failure of an attempt to explain. "I’m sorry, I’m not from around here. We don’t have this Menlo where I’m from…" sighing, she could have kicked herself. "I must seem so completely deficient…"
Cue smiled she looooved explaining Menlo. <span style='color:blue'>Menlo is a virtual reality game where you are wearing a suit that you program or someone else does, and you beat the living snot out of someone else in a suit. You have to concor different terrains, master skills, not to mention have a decent suit that will keep up with the fight. Thats where I come in, I'm considered one of the best, I'm also one of the youngest, which also makes me bribable. Usually my prices are fairly high for one of my standard custom suits do to their high quality, but with the right objects, my prices go down significantly. I will never make a suit that can beat my best one which is currently owned by Nekhalla Vlunn.</span> She smiled thinking about the prefection of that suit, it was fast, strong, and beautiful. Nekhalla was a great match for it too. That whole suit made her happy just thinking about it. What she got paid with was priceless to her, two best friends, Nekhalla, and a young Cucu named Butterfly.
If anyone was expecting PR to say something bitter about Menlo, they were wrong. In fact, it was a very difficult game to be bitter about, unless, of course, you were a losing player. Real-world disputes about matches often popped up when the in-game defeated suddenly decided that they could avenge themselves outside the virtual interface. But interestingly, although the golden lukuo could find a great deal of things to dislike, she rather enjoyed Menlo. It was an easy sport for novices to enter, and a high-speed, action-packed, incredibly varied game for spectators to watch. Observation was PR's only proximity to the sport, but even having no in-game experience, she was an enthusiatic fan. She flicked her tail side to side thoughtfully, the chocolate-dipped cassacle waving idly behind her back in swift strokes. Her eyes darted from the little nerd to the silver thill - whose interest she was rapidly losing - and finally settled on the Were. A grin parted her thin, colorless lips. If she was going to get buddy-buddy with anyone, it might as well be the child genius responsible for some of the world's most advanced Menlo suits. "So you're the famous Menlo engineer I've heard all about! So young, it's just amazing the quality of work you do! It's an honor to meet you!" she said cheerfully, rather subconsciously leaning over to achieve something closer to eye-level with the Were.
Kitirah's eyes took on a sort of empty, yet reflective quality. Anything or anyone she was looking at would be able to see a perfect image of themselves in the slightly metallic-hued eyes. It was as though the depth had gone from them, and they were nothing more than mirrors. To those who knew her, it was a sign that she was very deep in thought, carefully considering everything that she was listening to. For those who didn't know her, it would look like she was in some sort of trance, zoned out, or like she was just weird and there was something wrong with her. Who cared. The silver thill was silent for a few seconds after the blue Were finished explaining, glassy, reflective eyes half hidden under her blue and black hair. However, when PR spoke again, this time directing her speech at Cue, she slid back into reality, as though nothing strange had occured. Well, as far as the Yki was considered, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Ruffling her wings slighty to adjust them to a more comfortable position, Kit waited idly until the gold Lukuo was finished speaking to Cue, and then focused her attention on the Were instead. "It sounds like an interesting sport." she mused. "And a rather exhilerating one. P'raps you could tell me a little more about Menlo at some later date?" She paused, carefully considering something only known to the silver Yki, and her eyes began to take on that strange reflectiveness again. But, before, they could get all the way there, she finished musing over whatever thoughts she'd had, and spoke again. "P'raps you could even teach me to play?" she asked neutrally. "I can pay you." Maybe at some point in the future, she'd even get the little Were'dragon to build her a suit, if she found this game to her liking. From the sounds of things, if it was a combat game, it would be something she could dive into quite easily. She missed the hunts and fights that she'd always participated in in Dhruv. That had always been her favourite form of entertainment. Though, before she got ahead of herself, she had to save up enough money to afford something like a Menlo suit. She'd sold a few piecees of her clan jewelery so that she could enroll in the academy, and get a room in the dorms, and she'd gotten a job downtown somewhere in a little back-end restaurant that no one seemed to ever know about. Kit wondered whether that was a good or bad thing. But, it was a job. And, though she knew nothing of Menlo, she wasn't completely deficient with a computer. And then there was also that issue of her being a tad not-able-to-find-the-dorms at the moment. Time to fix that. Plus, she was a little bored. As much as she was enjoying this chat about Menlo, she wanted to wander and explore. "Listen," she said, turning to Cue. "I don't suppose you could point me in the direction of the dorms, could you?"
