<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Who: Sojnyel "Turmoil" Dletsaj Where: Dormitory #2704 Timestamp: Mia, 4 Other: 'Tis private for me and Silith. Also, these characters aren't exactly the most proper of people, so some swearing is pretty much bond to occur.</td></tr></table> The room went black, then swirled, and eventually returned to somewhat normal. It felt like a dream, like some perverted joke his brain was pulling. Put the paper felt real, didn't it? He wasn't sure, he still wasn't not entirely balanced. The black pendragon shook his head, but it caused his brain to throb even more, so he quickly ceased. The letter had a very formal tone, obviously sent by some sort of government body. "We regret to inform you that your relative Lucuis Morgan Dletsaj has deceased." After followed an unintresting list of phone numbers to support groups and similar, until the really interesting part came up. "Enclosed within is a copy of his will, as you where unable to be present at the reading." At this point, Turmoil had mumbled something extremely rude about his family "actually" forgetting to invite him to the reading of his grandfathers will. The will itself was what had sent him reeling into his chock-like condition. "To my (more-or-less, Turmoil had added himself) beloved grandson Sojnyel, I leave a sum of one thousand dollars (Ooc: Is there an official Ramathian currency?) and The Phoenix." Next to the name "The Phoenix" someone had digitally added: "Customised 'Pyrefly' series racing ship." <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>P.s. I do know it's kind of cheesy, thankyouverymuch.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> :3 not at all! sorry for the delay, I'm coming down with the flu so I'm sleeping a lot. ^^; Expect some single paragraph posts from me tho, I've got a bunch of threads I'm in at the moment. Heh. Poke me if they start getting too short, okkies? </td></tr></table> A bloodred pendragon unlocked and stepped into the dormitory without a word, one hand clutching the shoulder strap of a pin adorned messenger bag. Tesreail was tired, but not in a poor mood today. His ears drooped a little more than usual, and his eyes were glazed over, with a faraway look. When he had entered, his gaze had been towards the floor; now he looked up, a little surprised to see his roommate looking rather absorbed in a piece of paper. Tesreail set his bag down at the end of his bed, before turning back to Turmoil. <span style='color:gray'>"Um... hey. Is there something going on?"</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>It's no big deal. Sleep is always good. I've always favored quality over quantity anyway.</td></tr></table> Eyes glazed, Turmoil spoke slowly, refusing to let the paper go with his eyes in case it was just a daydream or someone in a close-by dorm was smoking pot. "Everything has happened." He proceeded to turn, still clutching the paper in his hands. His dreamy expression faded, though it could still be found lurking somewhere beneath his eyes. "I have a ship."
Tesreail stared at Turmoil, not quite sure what to make of the sudden news. <span style='color:gray'>“You’re… kidding, right?" </span> he gaped, not truly sure of what he should say next. Was this a joke? Kids just didn’t get ship out of no where. Had he stolen it or something? Tesreail kept glancing between the paper in Turmoil’s hands and his face, quite stunned by the whole thing. <span style='color:gray'>“I mean… That’s good, right? But…how did you get one? Those things have to be expensive…"</span> he trailed off, his one good eye narrowing in subtle confusion. He knew there were plenty of students who were into the whole racing scene, just not that many that actually owned their own ship. Sure, there was Sylverstryx, who loved to brag about how he’d be getting his own ship once his apprentice ship with a fully fledge-pilot was over, but that was a different thing. Stryx was old enough for that kind of thing, but Turmoil… Heh, pilots just seemed to be getting younger and younger these days.
Again, Turmoil shook his head, as if suddenly remembering who he was and who he was talking to. He snapped out of his dream-like state, and was about to make some sort of half-insulted, half-insulting wisecrack, but realised it was for the worse and simply, though reluctanly, handed his roomie the paper. "Grandpa bit the dust" He mused, lowly. "He was a quite wealthy man, and I guess he had some sort of undefined feeling of guilt, and decided that he might as well make it up by dying, and, in the proccess, give me something really expensive." He paused for a moment, pondering wheter to say more. He compromised by mumbling "Sounds like 'im alright."
<span style='color:gray'>"Whoa..."</span> Tesreail muttered softly, eyes wide. <span style='color:gray'>"He had to have been pretty loaded to leave behind that kind of stuff."</span> Tesreail's mind flickered back to the memory of his mother, Elris, who had passed away not that long ago. She hadn't been very weathly, but she had left behind everything she owned to her adoptive son, including a reclusive farm not far from Watani. <span style='color:gray'>"I'm sorry about your grandfather... Did you know him very well?"</span> Tesreail asked meekly, not sure if he was treading on thin ice.
"I'm not. Not terribly anyway. And yes, he was, as you choose express it, pretty loaded. As I mentioned, he guess he had some sort of guilt feelings towards me, for ignoring me most of my life." Turmoil ranted in an atempt to answer all of his roommates questions. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>It's short, I know. I just couldn't think of a lot to say... Sorry for the delay by the way... Long story short: i though the thread had died, then I got sick, then I got a completely über computer, so I played games instead of RPed, and I didn't bother checking until now. (*pant pant*) P.s. Holy... My OOC is longer than my RP...</td></tr></table>
