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Anger turned Outward
« on: October 22, 2008, 08:48:11 AM »
November was smouldering again. It wasn\'t unusual nowadays, now that December was always all over the world without him, away for weeks on end with barely a teleport in to say hello and see how he was doing. It left November back at the Academy and relatively friendless, so he had plenty of time for things like the obstacle course. He didn\'t take well to the other students either, and most of the time he was almost glad to have made his vow of silence. It meant he had a good reason to blow everyone else off.

Not that he didn\'t break it from time to time... But he just didn\'t have any interest in breaking it to anyone but December. Who\'s in... gods know where! November thought, delivering the loaded crossbow trap beneath him an overly harsh but certainly deadly blow. His cold blue eyes narrowed as he let a hiss out through his gritted teeth - he was frustrated. He\'d been through this course what felt like 10,000 times in the past few weeks, and even its charms were starting to wear thin.

"Grrragh!" November cried, turning his pent-up rage onto the tree. He dug into it again and again with his cat\'s claw knives, tearing out chunks of bark. Several moments later, he stopped, though he looked at it as though he would have loved to see it rent asunder.

November had stopped because, no matter how angry he was, he didn\'t actually want to kill a tree. Only people. Besides, wood dulled blades far faster than flesh.

After a moment spent staring at the tree, he made a small "tch" sound and moved to go back the way he came through the obstacle course. He no longer felt like the repetition. Maybe when they changed the obstacles again... For now, he just stalked out of the course, his tail as wide as his head from his irritation.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #1 on: November 19, 2008, 05:06:22 AM »
Serrian stormed down the halls, paying little heed to anything other than her anger, very poor discipline for one soon to be a sixth level, but if truth be told, she didn\'t care right then. She didn\'t even care where she was going, she had to get to class but wasn\'t paying enough attention to be sure she was going the right way.
 
When she found herself outside by the practice fields, she knew that she hadn\'t been going the right way, as a matter of fact, she was going the exact opposite ways. "Damn." She muttered, cursing herself for her stupidity.
Turning around she tried to pay attention to her surroundings, but soon found herself wondering through the day. Starting from her teacher and his long lectures, until she had finally spoken out, now she had to do double work for two weeks. Great. Not to mention the argument with Andrew.
 
She continued to go through the events when she nearly rammed into somebody with a tail. Another damned demon. Great. She thought. "Watch where your going." She snapped, then noticed his height and had to keep from laughing. She hated being taller than people, luckily that wasn\'t much of a problem... Accept with midgets. But she didn\'t say anything else, just glared. Knowing her luck, he\'ll probably beat the life out of her, and she\'d probably deserve it, too.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #2 on: November 19, 2008, 05:49:10 AM »
November was pleased to see that no matter his mood or state of mind, his reflexes were good enough to at least block someone else\'s full mass from hitting him. The girl had appeared from behind a small wall November was rounding when they\'d collided. It was his arm that hit her, but he moved back almost immediately to eye the offender. A seventh level. She\'d probably apologise and the -

Watch where I\'m going? November thought, his eyes first widening, then narrowing to ice-blue slits. Was she blind to not have noticed his 1st level robes? Or just suicidal? November stepped forward with lightning speed, reaching out one hand to backhand her, hard. The blow, if it landed, was strong enough to send her into the ground, and November didn\'t give a rats ass for it. What he really wanted was the time it would give him.

In the aftermath of the blow, if she was indeed on the ground where he\'d tried to put her, November pulled out a small pad of paper and a writing pencil and hastily scrawled the words "Idiot girl. Know your own place." Once done with that, he tore the piece of paper out, crumpled it in a fist and threw it at her. Moments later, both pad of paper and pencil were out of sight... somewhere.

November remained standing there, ice blue eyes boring into the girl. His eyes were the only truly emotional part about his face, and they were a maelstrom. The rest, though, was smooth and impassive. A small smile even graced the fae\'s mouth, though there was nothing friendly or warm about it.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #3 on: November 19, 2008, 01:33:14 PM »
Serrian was able to block the blow, but was still knocked from her feet. She cursed herself for being so stupid when she noticed his robes, then cursed herself some more. "Dumb brat!" She barely whispered.
She grabbed the paper and read it, figuring him to be in Confuto, considering anyone else at his level would have yelled at her, if not lectured her.
 
"Know my place?" She asked with a cock of her eyebrow, but she bit tongue and forced herself to swallow her next line. "Sorry." She shrugged, standing up. "I\'ll to better next time, Sir." She practically sneered the last word, then bit her tongue again.
 
What\'s the matter with you? She yelled at herself. You\'re practically challanging a level one! But that damned emotionless smile annoyed her. Everything about her showed her emotions of annoyance and anger, as she stood up and looked down at the person who could kill her without a moments notice.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #4 on: November 20, 2008, 12:29:21 PM »
November\'s lip curled upwards when he heard her "Damn Brat!" Carefully, he turned the sound back on itself, turning it into a physical blow and sending it right back at her. It was enough to be a hard slap, though it wouldn\'t do any actual damage. November considered whether or not to "break" his vow of silence for this girl. It would sure make him feel better... And not being particularly fond of laws, November didn\'t feel a moral need to keep it. Still... December had done it, hadn\'t he?

At the girl\'s next challenge, coming in the form of a sneered "sir," November decided to give up the stupid vow. November\'s impassive smile grew to a macabre snarl of a grin as his anger reignited. "So you are that stupid, girl?" November hissed, his hands spasming once before he clenched both into fists. He wanted to fight, to hurt people, to see blood flow because he was angry that December was always gone, and here this girl had given him a perfect opportunity.

November stood for one moment in complete stillness, then whipped out a kick designed to send her into the ground again. This time, he tried to make it fast enough that she couldn\'t block it. Regardless of the outcome of his kick, he whipped a hand out afterwards to either strike her in the throat or grab her hair, depending on which was more readily open. If she wanted to give him a reason to give her some new scars, November wasn\'t going to complain. It was one of his favourite things to do.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #5 on: November 20, 2008, 02:30:30 PM »
Serrian blinked as her own words seemed to slap her, it was a strange sensation. The use of Magick against her just angered her, and her being angry can either mean she becomes reckless and gets herself nearly killed or it makes her stronger and more skillful... Or both. In either case, it was practically impossible for her to win this fight, but it\'d make her feel better.
 
Aren\'t first levels in Confuto supposed to have taken a vow of silence? She caught herself thinking as he spoke to her. "I may be stupid, but I\'m not a short, incompentent"–she was reffering to his vow–"underling who can\'t think of a better insult than \'stupid girl\'." She commented. Nice one, Serry, sentence your own death-

She was cut off as he aimed his kick towards her, this time she was prepared. She jumped back to avoid being kicked, but wasn\'t fast enough as his foot connected, causing her to stumble backwards, though she was able, albeit barely, to keep from falling.

As he reached out his hand and grabbed her hair, she twisted, yanking her hair from her head. As she did so she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a kick of her own, she would let go as her foot connected, if it were to do so, hopefully causing him to at least loose his balance and make it that much easier for her to attack him.
Regardless of it\'s outcome, she would followup with another kick to his knee and a palm-strike to his nose.

Though she wanted to draw her weapons, she doubted they\'d do much good, and she didn\'t want to kill, even if she could. Sometimes people got lucky(or unlucky as the case may be if the Masters found out). Or worse still, he might actually consider killing her, and if he did, she knew she was as good as dead.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #6 on: November 20, 2008, 04:21:37 PM »
"Incompetent? Tch... says the level seven to the level first," November said as his body moved smoothly into the attack. She almost dodged it. Almost. November wasn\'t sloppy enough to miss a level seven he was aiming for no matter what the circumstances were. "How old are you, anyway?" November taunted coldly. She looked older for her race than he was anyway.

November laughed inwardly as she pulled her own hair from her head, following the tear with a slow grab to his wrist and a clumsy kick. The mothers always told me not to play with my food... November thought as he casually twisted, disappearing from the girl\'s grip and reappearing behind her as her kick went through where he\'d been. November was attacking as he appeared, moving silently into a quick punch to her kidneys. If he hit, that would at least wreck her focus, and probably her breathing.

She wasn\'t that bad... for a level seven. She was quick, even though she lacked any sort of survival instinct. No way she was going to be an assassin; you needed to have at least a basic sense of other people so you didn\'t get yourself killed by someone much stronger than you were. That was the mistake pointy-ears here had made, and man was it a big one.

It occurred to November that he could kill her now and no one would have to know. He could step Sideways into the fae, and no faerie would be bothered by a body left in the woods. They\'d probably enjoy it, even - many were unscrupulous in their diets, and meat was meat.

I\'ll think about that, November thought as me moved into his next attack, still playing with this girl. After all, not a one of the mothers was here, so who was going to stop him from doing as he pleased?

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #7 on: November 21, 2008, 02:50:17 AM »
Not for the first time, Serrian cursed her own stupidity. Especially as he dodged her attack easily, she hadn\'t really expected to hit, she doubted she could hit him no matter what, except maybe with luck.
 
But all thought was knocked out of her as his fist connected with her stomach, causing her to haunch over, not really from the pain, but more from the lack of breath. The only thought that she could hear was He\'s playing with me.
 
Of course as soon as she came to that conclusion she had very little doubt that it was true. Finally, intiligent thought. She scolded herself and she decided that it truly was pointless to fight him. She debated stopping fighting, but knew that it wouldn\'t do any good, she also debated laughing at her own stupidity, but she would save that for later. If I live that long. She thought idly as she looked at his cold face.
 
All of her thoughts took place in less than three seconds, three seconds too long, but still, she stood up straight and didn\'t allow herself to wince as she did. She didn\'t bother to answer his question, if she had had the breath to do so, instead she stood there and waited, hoping that maybe a lucky counter-attack might break through, but she still doubted it
 
You know, if he doesn\'t kill me, Andrew will. She thought bitterly. Though, she noticed, most of her anger had left and she was calm, as calm as Serrian ever got.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #8 on: November 21, 2008, 07:43:44 AM »
November snickered as he stood back and watched her gasp for breath. It was funny to him, the unwarranted arrogance she had. Where he came from, everyone acted exactly as their station dictated or they would be killed by someone higher up, not like this soft place where punishments left the disrespectful alive. November couldn\'t believe that this place claimed to turn out assassins... Though they did teach very well. That much he couldn\'t dispute.

As soon as she had straightened to her full height, November lunged forward in a feint, then dropped back and snaked out a leg in an attempt to sweep her off her feet. The first movement was passably quick, the second a blur. November liked knocking her down, making her wheeze. If he let her live, maybe she\'d learn something.

Again, he feinted, then feinted again before skipping to the side and aiming a second blow to her kidneys. November was careful to make sure it was the same side he\'d hit before. The pain would be with her all week if he hit, which was precisely the point. If he let her live, November didn\'t want her to forget her place. Ever. I suppose I will need to leave scars, then, the cait sith thought, his voice filled with a rage as cold and calculated as his eyes.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #9 on: November 21, 2008, 01:15:33 PM »
Serrian jumped back from his feint, un-intentionally also jumping from his sweep. Lucky break. She added silently. But she knew that her luck wouldn\'t hold... It usually doesn\'t with people who act more stupid than they really are. But nonetheless, she would try.
 
Having seen the feint just a minute ago, she knew his attacks were faster and that he had wanted her to see it, so she blocked it but also kept herself for the blow that came not seconds after, and even though she kept extra guard on her pained ribs, he still got through. She clenched her teeth but showed no other signs of the fiery pain spreading from her side.
 
She had half expected the blow to her side, it was what she would\'ve done herself, so she countered with a furry of blows of her own, mainly aiming towards his face and his knees, though again, she doubted any would get through except maybe a couple lucky ones, but she would fight until she no longer could, and hopefully hold her own as well as any of her fellow Seventh level students, and perhaps even better than they.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #10 on: November 22, 2008, 05:27:50 AM »
November\'s eyes narrowed as her over correction carried her out of the range of his sweep, but didn\'t let it bother him unduly. After all, it was a poor move that opened her up for more while she was doing it. November took advantage of the opportunity to show her by bending the sounds around her into little needles. Certainly, it wouldn\'t do any real damage but that hadn\'t been the point. They would hurt.

The flurry of blows that followed his blow to her side was inelegant at best. She was quick, but the speed with which she flung her attacks at him was paid for in accuracy and strength. Not good enough, the cait sith thought sadistically, blocking her with only one arm. He moved back slowly as he did to keep her moving, slipping on his cats claws as he did. Enough of this. November wanted to see blood, and so he would. He was going to kill her.

November abruptly lashed out his now-armed hand, meeting one of the girl\'s mid-air as he blocked her other hand. The goal wasn\'t to take the hand off, but to rend the arm. November wanted to see her bleed, wanted to make her understand how stupid she was for challenging him before he killed her. The look in his eye was, if possible, less friendly and more manic than it had been before, but no less focused for it. Excitement was no longer something November sacrificed his skill for in battle.

The white-haired boy followed his initial slash with another, aimed at her other extended arm. Both were carried out with a frankly inhuman speed, helped mostly by the fact that he wasn\'t human and had been training for such things for longer than his opponent had been alive. You should never have been so disrespectful, November thought as he drew back to look at his handiwork, to an unseelie sidhe, bitch.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #11 on: November 22, 2008, 08:02:43 AM »
Serrian couldn\'t help but yell out as her arm got torn open. Well, shit. Was her one-second thought, as she stopped attacking to save her other arm. She moved back out of the way once more, showing no attention to the burning pain searing through her arm.
 
As she moved back she drew her knife and long knife or short sword, depending on how you look at it. She started going through possiblities of survival and saw them to be minimum. Even if she could force herself to do so, grovelling probably wouldn\'t work either. Well, it served her right for blundering into this.
Maybe luck will be on my side. She thought idly as she summoned her strength to attack again.
 
She felt the grasp on her knife weaken from the attack he had given but refused to let go, she would be strong until she died, she would not submit to him or pain.
 
Holding herself ready, a calm quickly settled over her, she knew his speed was more deadly than his strength, so she prepared herself for giving up a meager amount of strength to make herself that much faster, if she had been human she would have worried about this more, but as it was, she wasn\'t, and hopefully that would be of little help.
 
Quickly, with speed most level sevens didn\'t possess, she attacked once more, might as well, since she was going to die anyways. She attacked at his arms, wrists if she was lucky, mostly, hoping to maybe cause him to drop a weapon.
 
She mad sure that she didn\'t keep her arms out for longer than maybe, a couple seconds before making sure they returned to try and guard his attacks, at least protect her fital areas. This is going to be painful. She added silently in her calm state.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #12 on: December 11, 2008, 02:55:03 PM »
November was startled by her sudden burst of speed, and the level 7 was rewarded her efforts with a short, shallow cut on the cait sith\'s wrist. November\'s ice blue eyes narrowed to bare slits as rage, pure rage, bubbled up from his core. He hated this presumptuous level 7 cunt who didn\'t know how or when to stop, who would dare to draw a weapon on him, honored by Mab, and who would even go so far as to draw his blood.

November would kill her for this. He would kill her, and he would make it slow and painful.

Immediately following his injury, he stopped playing with the girl. Almost faster than could be seen, he had drawn and placed his second fighting claw and was attacking with both at incredible speed. Each attack was designed to either injure her or throw her off balance, and his quick teleports from one side to another certainly didn\'t help her keep her feet.

It was almost certain that she would die, and November didn\'t look as though any reason would appeal to him now. There was no better side in him to appeal to in the first place, and the sidhe wasn\'t accustomed to mercy or second chances for himself or anyone else. Those that didn\'t deserve the arrogance they pretended died for the mistake in November\'s world, and it was a world he was more than happy to introduce this girl to.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #13 on: December 12, 2008, 08:57:27 AM »
Serrian didn\'t even have time to think of her impending doom as he launched into his attack. She knew that she wouldn\'t live but a few more minutes, but she vowed that she would not give it, since she was dead anyways, might as well go down fighting.
 
A small part of her suggested to beg for mercy, but from the look in his eyes she knew even if she did, he wouldn\'t give it to her. A larger part of her was extremely pissed off at herself for being so stupid, anger and arrogance had gotten the best of her... And would be the death of her. She vowed also, that if by some miracle she happened to live through this, that she would learn to control this arrogance and anger hence forth... If only by some miracle she lived through this.
 
Blocked his attacks she quickly went to full defense, though she was able to keep her balance at all times she gained several wounds that would scar, or more likely, never heal as dead bodies don\'t heal wounds. But she paid no mind to the pain, indeed, it gave life back to her, and gave her the energy to continue to block, and occasionally counter, though rarely making contact. She tried not to retreat, afraid of hitting a tree or something. Her mind quickly forgot about her upcoming death and a single mindedness overtook her, causing her to concentrate on the fight and nothing else, working more on countering his speed rather than his strength, which was much more deadly.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #14 on: December 12, 2008, 01:05:29 PM »
There! November thought, his mind savage, as the girl before him opened herself up unintentionally. He drew his hand back, preparing to gut her like the dog she was, when a sudden wash of subtle power came over him. November froze, moving only to counter the last of her attacks, if she gave them.

"Well, November," drawled a voice like black silk, coming from the forest just behind the white-haired boy, "I hadn\'t expected to find you fighting so below your level." As the voice continued to flow, its owner stepped closer to the two of them and into the realm of the readily visible. He was tall and lean, with pale skin and ink-dark hair that matched the flowing black robes he wore. The only similarity between November and this newcomer was the presence of feline ears and a lithe tail, though both were the polar opposite of November\'s own in hue.

November\'s eyes changed as soon as he heard the voice, going from cold, savage fury to something almost subservient. His face, too, did a complete 180 - no longer was it the death mask it had been, but much softer and now, even, graced with a real smile. "December! I was... teaching her a lesson," November said, straightening. Only the first word was spoke with the warmth his face now shone - the rest he said increasingly icily, and he cast a look at the girl about as warm as an arctic breeze.

The man - December - just laughed. It was a breathy, smoky sound, again like silk, but again with an edge that suggested something more. "Meaning you were to kill here. Come here, November," he said, holding out a hand. The white haired boy didn\'t need a second invitation. In moments he was there, his brother\'s hand on his head as he gave November a gentle pet. As he did, his pale orange eyes turned to the girl.

"Now then... just what were you thinking?" December asked the girl, his lips barely moving as he spoke but his eyes boring directly into hers. He looked as though all of his focus was on her, as though she were the most important thing in his world, and suddenly everything boiled down to him. With a sudden shock, the girl would realise just how attractive he was, realise just how much she wanted him...

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« Reply #15 on: December 14, 2008, 08:54:24 AM »
Serrian knew she had left an opening, she hadn\'t had a choice, but she had already excepted her death, Her smirk had returned, though it wasn\'t arrogant, hiding this calm sensation she had forcing down this small amount of fear in her mind. She wouldn\'t be surprised if he saw through it, but she wouldn\'t allow him to see her fear or acceptance no matter if she was dying or not.

It took several minute for the girl to realize exactly what happened next. She wondered once, for a brief second, if she was dead, but quickly counted it out. But November wasn\'t going to kill her, which in itself was practically unbelievable, and, frankly, impossible. Except it was possible, because he wasn\'t. She noticed right then that there was someone else there, talking to the boy.

The first thing Serry noticed about him was that he had the same ears and tale as November, but a different shade of color. The second was that he was able to make the anger leave the younger male more quickly than she would have thought possible. Brothers? She wondered idly, but didn\'t ponder on it. She hoped that she would be able to sneak away before he took notice of her. She had no intentions of fighting him, the stupidity of her anger had left her now, and the best thing to do was...

"Now then... just what were you thinking?"

She stopped dead before she had even been able to move a muscle. Out of one death trap into another... Probably even worse death trap. She found herself thinking, though it was as if hearing someone else speak in her head.

She gulped a little, to try and control her face. The sheer shock of not being killed was enough to throw everything out of proportion, and this... What did the boy call him, December? What was up with him and that stare. "Would you believe me if I said I wasn\'t?" She asked, she was able to control her voice, but the uncertainty was easily heard. She felt drawn to that stare, he really was very attractive. Which in of itself was what caused her nervousness, Serrian never found anyone attractive... Much less Masters.
She just hoped he\'d let it be and let her go soon.

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« Reply #16 on: December 14, 2008, 09:32:17 AM »
((Sorry for just kind of steam-rollering through that, but I didn\'t want to kill her off and this was the only way I could think not too. Hope you didn\'t mind))

December considered this girl impassively, gently stroking November\'s hair as he did. His younger brother had moved to lean on his side, purring with pleasure in seeing him again. Sweet, December thought as he glanced down at his sibling, his inner tone approaching something like affection. November, eyes half-closed and face pressed into December\'s side, seemed oblivious.

"It is, in fact," December began, slowly bringing his eyes up from his brother, "the only thing I would believe." When he finished speaking, his eyes were on the girl again, and so was the full force of his gaze. She had sounded uncertain, but December was well used to that. His kind were more than uncommon out here, and December never made any effort to disguise himself or dull the ambient power of his eyes. That she\'s unsettled shows she has any sense at all, the master thought coldly, his tail flicking back and forth and he considered what to do with her.

December was sure she was an emotional idiot already. November, heated though he might be, could control his emotion well enough to keep him out of trouble, but not this girl - and she had injured November. December knew, for beyond the sight of it he could smell the faint tang of his brother\'s blood. Clearly, this girl had gotten the worse end of the stick, but December found himself smoldering at the thought of her injuring his brother. Not that such a thing was unusual.

"You\'ll be punished, of course," December stated after a moment, his eyes flicking over her from head to toe. In that gaze, he seemed to pick her apart - as though each little personal detail of her was pulled apart, analysed, then tucked away into the master\'s mind for future reference and, perhaps, exploitation.

November, for his part, just looked at the girl as impassively as he would a chair. Now that his anger was gone, he couldn\'t bring himself to care much about her, as much as the small wound on his arm would remind him of her insolence. Carelessly, November stroked the still-bleeding cut. No... no, he wouldn\'t forget her, but right now, he wouldn\'t fret over it.

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« Reply #17 on: December 19, 2008, 03:32:27 AM »
((OOC: It\'s cool, if you hadn\'t brought somebody in to save her sorry butt I would have, lol))
 
Serrian watched with slight disgust at the brothers\' obvious affection for each other, she had never approved of showing affection, especially in front of others. But she kept her mouth shut, for she had indeed learned how to keep her mouth shut over this ordeal, if nothing else.
 
She was prepared for the unsettling glaze as he looked back at her. Still, she had to bite her tongue to keep from the slight tremble, an unnoticeable action. One thing she was certain of, she liked this... Master less than she liked his brother, his unnerving eyes made it all the worse. But, then again, there was few things in life she did like.
 
Anger flared through her at his next line. I\'ll be punished? I nearly get killed, and I\'ll be punished? Yes, I was acting the idiot, but don\'t you think that a near-death experience should be enough? No, I\'ll be punished. I bet he won\'t be punished, if only because his brother is a Master. But she didn\'t voice anything, in either emotion or in words, instead, she stayed impassive. But, her subdued arrogance returned, and that was visible.
 
"Yes, sir." She said quietly after a moment, making sure none of her uncertainty, anger or any other emotion showed in her voice. She felt hatred, not truly for November, but more towards his brother, but there was nothing she could do about him now. Even if she was in perfect condition, she would be able to do nothing to him, except annoy him like a fly might annoy the spider.
 
When Serrian had first been accepted to the Academy she had made a list of people she would "get back" at, but slowly that became unimportant until it didn\'t exist anymore, but she felt the same feeling she had felt back then arise again. One day, not day, not the decade, maybe not even this century, but one day... Still, that day was not today, and today she had to deal with the problems at hand.
 
The problems at hand, were in fact, not at hand, but all over. She noticed this as the pain started to set in, but instead of feeling alive, as she occasionally did when in pain, she felt weary and wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep for days, if not years. She debated asking if she could leave, but decided it would be safer is she just waited until he allowed her to leave. No since making to death invitations in less than one hour.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #18 on: December 19, 2008, 04:22:00 AM »
December watched the girl impassively, noting the carefully concealed flickers of hatred, anger and... perhaps uncertainty? that flicked across the backs of her eyes. None of it bothered him much, and it was nothing he wasn\'t used to. The only hatreds he considered threats were those that came from other Masters, or occasionally from apprentices. All the others didn\'t concern the cait sidhe in the slightest. By the time they were good enough to pose any kind of threat, he would be back in the unseelie courts and anyone foolhardy enough to come after him there was destined for a quick end.

November watched her a little less impassively, but he wasn\'t yet schooled enough in the arts of reading people to discern the different emotions. No... to November, she was just hiding something, but the only reason he suspected it was anger was because he\'d seen her beforehand. And seeing that anger directed towards December was raising the hairs on the back of his neck. His tail was slowly poofing up as well, though it stopped when his brother tightened his fingers in his hair.

"I\'m glad we have an understanding. You\'ll be serving November in your evenings for the next.... oh, two weeks," December proclaimed softly, his eyes still trained on the younger girl. November looked up at his brother sharply, then glared at the 7th level as though it were somehow her fault - or his punishment. "Perhaps that will teach you to think about your actions," the master continued, either oblivious to or ignoring his sibling\'s reaction.

December\'s eyes flicked to both of them, once each, before he smiled. It was almost terrifying. "I don\'t recommend trying to dodge this - either of you," the black-haired man added. Apparently he hadn\'t been oblivious to November\'s feelings on the subject. November, knowing his brother was right, just sighed. At least I\'ll have a personal servant, he thought, though he was still somewhat glum. "Now. What\'s your name, girl? And please... do not insult me by lying," December asked, though it was more of a demand. He wanted to know her name just in case she did try to dodge out of her punishment.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #19 on: December 19, 2008, 05:09:20 AM »
Serrian wasn\'t sure whether if it was his completely uncaring gaze or the fact that his unsettling stare seemed to be natural to him that angered her the most, or perhaps it was a mixture of both. All the girl truly knew was that she hated it, but even that hated wasn\'t as strong as the weariness threatening to creep up to her. To keep it at bay, she allowed her hate to practically swallow it, though she made sure to not allow it show... At least, not openly.
 
She noticed November\'s glare in her direction and how December forced him to calm down with some amusement. It was small and petty to get amusement out of angering someone else, and watching him being controlled by his brother, but it gave her a satifacation... A small, petty satisfaction, but satisfaction nonetheless. She felt an insult form in her mouth, but kept quiet rather than say it. She had just escaped death and didn\'t need to blunder into again.
 
Her satisfaction disappeared instantly into utter horror as December continued on to her punishment. She blinked once in shock, but other than that, her face remained controlled, though now there was more horror concealed than hatred, but that, too, was still growing. A fleeting thought of suicide came, but she shoved it away immediately, it would only show her as weak, and that was one thing Serrian could not have.
 
She turned to look at November\'s glare, forcing herself to keep her face calm, though she felt the same blame towards him. Serve this... This... Boy demon! Was all she could manage as a thought. Then how am I supposed to serve him? I have practices and studies in the evenings. But she knew this was a minor detail that December, being a Master, could overcome. He would fill her in all the details, too, like when and where. He\'s right about one thing. She silently commented idly. I\'m certainly not going to speak before I think now! Why couldn\'t he just have killed me? Death was something Serry was willing to accept, this was... humiliating!
 
But December\'s question made her look back up at him sharply, she considered staying quiet, then realized that that wasn\'t really an option. "Serrian Trel\'Essels." She replied, her pride in herself showed a little as she did, but not so much in her name but simply in herself. Personally she wished she knew her full elven name, but she had never learned it. It didn\'t really matter, for after she graduated she would most probably make a new one. One that connected with neither parent.
 
She debated responding to the Master\'s comment about her lying, but again, knew it would be wiser to stay silent, though she obviously took extreme offense to his statement. Serrian, being extremely arrogant, believed it was beneath her to lie, and would never do so, not even to someone she hated as much as the two brothers.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #20 on: January 14, 2009, 10:16:26 AM »
The one thing November took comfort in was the look of horror on the girl\'s face. That really did cheer him quite a bit. In fact, the more he thought about it, the better it seemed. She\'ll be mine for the next two weeks... And she\'ll have to do anything I tell her to, the white-haired boy thought, his mind already coming up with tasks for her. December\'s hand moved lightly on his head in the barest hint of a scratch, making November wonder yet again whether his brother was psychic and hiding it from him.

December listened carefully to the girl when she spoke her name, his face impassive. Pitch-dark ears caught the subtle inflections of pride as she spoke, and the master smiled. "Proud, aren\'t you... or arrogant," he said, his lips rising into another one of those bone-chilling smiles. November felt a proprietary pride for his brother in that moment, as he had a feeling he knew what was coming.

"Perhaps this will help you learn humility... Or at least to hide such foolish pride around your betters. I expect you to practice that when you report to November after your classes every evening. You\'ll be attending him until you are dismissed or until two candlemarks after the midnight call. Keeping up with your classes is, of course, your responsibility. I\'m sure you\'ll find a way," December added, examining one of his delicate hands as he did. After a moment spent in concentration, his eyes flicked back to the elven girl before him. "Do you have any questions?"

November was feeling wickedly pleased at this outcome, as much as he hadn\'t thought he would. So! Not only a servant, but a servant for a long time! December had even given her to him for the majority of his day, since November, being largely nocturnal by nature, was usually late to bed and late to rise. He said nothing, though - just smiled for the moment. This would be, in its own way, a whole new kind of fun.

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Re: Anger turned Outward
« Reply #21 on: January 14, 2009, 11:33:51 AM »
At December\'s cold smile Serrian felt the need to gulp, but forced herself not to. But even the bone-chilling smile of his didn\'t dull the anger at his words. She once more debated on commenting, but the fight was starting to make every inch of her body burn, freeze and almost scream in pain. Though, she doubted that December would loose control of his anger like November had, but she didn\'t think it beyond him to at least smack her a little, and a smack from him would probably hurt twice as much as one of his younger brother\'s punches.
 
Is it wrong to be proud of myself? She asked silently, not daring to say so aloud, for fear one of them might take offense. But the question vanished as he spoke again. Sure I\'ll find a way? She repeated scornfully in her head. It was true, all she had to do was talk with her teachers and tell them, well, most of her situation. But still, sure I\'ll find a way? That ticked her off... Like so many other things.
 
"What day would you like me to start, sir?" She asked. She used a soft voice but it was not subdued, meek nor humbled even a little. She was quiet mostly from the pain growing in her throat, though she didn\'t remember any attacks getting to her throat. Maybe dirt she swallowed or something. She wished she hadn\'t bothered to ask, she wanted to get to the ward then some sleep. She doubted he would say tonight... Or at least she hoped he wouldn\'t. But knowing the luck she had had this day, he would.
 
She caught November\'s smile and glared at him in return, allowing her anger to show for only a brief moment. But she quickly reposed herself and turned back to December, not nearly as coolly as he looked at her, but given another few hundred years it could have been, if she lived that long.