"of letters and consequence"

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::in the arms of paradise::​

Tria 41, 81380Title: of letters and consequenceAuthor(s): Psychondriac, SetherRating: PG-13 at the moment

I apologize for the wait. *_* I have discovered an incredibly distracting time-waster called Ragnarok Online. XD That, and, wellÂ…IÂ’ve been surprisingly busy with my work. T^T So sooorryÂ…..Blech, and my roleplaying is sooo rustyÂ…

IÂ’m having him come with this first post, and you can introduce your character in the next and set up his scene. Sound okay? Next post, YvriaÂ’ll arrive and theyÂ’ll go around the school and seeeÂ…. COLT! XD YeahÂ….Heh.

::iÂ’ll never let go::​

Lights flickered hesitantly in the drab office of Kiethan L’Marr, in obvious need of an electrician. Inside the ice cube-sized room, second-hand smoke filtered in like an enormous fog, drifting from the mouth of a particularly addicted Lukuo. Kiethan sat, hunched unhealthily over a cranky laptop, typing madly. Wedged tightly in his mouth was a half-smoked cigarette, flaring brightly with each intake of breath. Mumbles and curses mixed with the sounds of busyness, displaying the Lukuo’s utter disregard for all things electronic with a sharp tap to the computer. “Bloody appliances! When will these damn things ever work!? If I get my hands on---“

KNOCK KNOCK.

Swiftly, Kiethan whipped the cigarette from his mouth, crushing it firmly in the ash tray by the window. A scramble of papers here and a tossing of files there, and he coughed, speaking to the door with a controlled voice.

“You may come in…"

A hurried businessdragon in a suit rushed through the door, practically sending his delivery into the air. It landed, softly, on the desk, crouched amongst some unimportant papers. Kiethan glanced at the insignificant pendragon with a degrading look, before he fished out what turned out to be an envelope. The lower employee coughed loudly, looking quite embarrassed. “Ah, sorry Mr. L’Marr, sir. Message for you from Janardan Academy, sir. I’ll leave you alone, sir." And just as quickly as he came, he fled from the room. Kiethan smirked, then took a glance at the envelope. Odd, he surmised, flipping it over. Lacking a return address, he had no idea as to the author. Extending a sharp, knife-like claw, he sliced the top of the envelope and the letter fell neatly out onto the desk. Unfolding it, his eyes widened as he read…

Dearest Kiethan,

How have you been? ItÂ’s been so long since IÂ’ve heard from you, I almost think you have forgotten about me. Of course, thatÂ’s not possible, haha! IÂ’ve begun tutoring more students lately, similar to our own fond times. None of them are quite so adept as you wereÂ… Do you remember? How young we were then... Ah, but I am getting ahead of myself.

I am writing this letter in the hopes that you will come visit me at Janardan. ItÂ’s been quite lonely without you, and IÂ’m sure it would do both of us some good to escape our jobs for a quiet moment. DonÂ’t you agree? Anyway, because IÂ’m almost sure you would like to visit, the day that would be most convenient would be the 41 of Tria. You donÂ’t need to send a letter with your response. I know you will come. I look forward to seeing you again, Kiethan!

Sincerely,
Yvria Wurq

Brow furrowed, Kiethan couldnÂ’t help but snort at the message in its entirety. That YvriaÂ… He was so confident, certain that he, Kiethan, would come at his beck and call. That, and his utter lack of interest in the electronical world showed through. DidnÂ’t he know what e-mail was yet? Of course, his influence was what had led Kiethan himself to hate appliances of any nature. Blasted thingsÂ…What was even worse about that situation wasÂ…he sort ofÂ…wanted to go. It wasnÂ’t even a matter of visiting Yvria, really. He missed the school, with its memories long past, both good and badÂ… Granted, he had had no friends. Whatsoever. But that had left time for studying! And tutoringÂ…with YvriaÂ…

Kiethan shook his head and grimaced. That was long past! Besides, Yvria was no longer as young and spry as he used to beÂ… At 39, he was starting to gain the years that he himself was holding back. Still, it wouldnÂ’t hurt to visit. Glancing at the date on the letter, he couldnÂ’t help but laugh. Why, that date was today! A look at the clock on his wall told him it was a morning, and with a quick call to his father, he quit work for the day. Outside, he hailed a taxi, carrying only a briefcase and the letter in a spare pocket.

He was ready.

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It's all fine, Iwas waiting^^

<font color=#993366>~Going down...~</font>​

Colt was in his room, none of his classes had started yet, and he was getting all his papers, books, and his binder ready for the classes. He knew today was going to be like any other, class, lunch, classes, bed. All so boring. He smirked, he found some of his, doodles, in health class, a few, 'oddly' drawn things, if you could say, anatomy, that's what they were learning that day, and Colt had enjoyed doodling things he saw in the health/medicine book.

He put those in the doodle part of his binder, and got his stuff all up. It was almost nine, and time for his lessons to begin, the first class today was health. They were going to be paired up, and quizzing each other on what they learned the day before. There was one boy that he wanted to be paired with, and was sure they were going to be paired, since they got A's whenever they studied together.

<font color=#993366>"Today's going to be fun"
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That was a major understatement, it wasn't going to be fun, it was going to be interesting.

He was walking to class, he looked around, and normally everyone was rushing around. He went to the class, everyone got their pairings, and he was right, he got paired with the boy, his name was simple, Joe. They greeted each other, and found a bench, near the school; they got their books out, and began planning.

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>This is the best I can do for now, when we get farther, I'll get better ideas</td></tr></table>


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