"Hey, Samantha!" Cried Jessica as she ran over to her sister. Outwitting Xellos was fun but one could only stand him so long. "So what'cya been doing? Heard you beat some guy up."
Samantha blushed. "Only twice." She stared towards the sky at the remembrance of the act. It was much to easy to when against such a tactic-lacking fighter. " He just keep running towards me with a really big sword. I would always sidestep and take a swing. It's not like I could do much after only learning a few moves while Van had been learning all of his life. Our instructor, some long hared blonde guy, kept telling him to stop being so stupid. Well, maybe not in those exact words but pretty much the same thing."
"I see."
"So who was that weird guy you were hanging out with. I believe he had …purple hair?"
Jessica adverted her eyes and shook her head. "You don't want to know."
They exchanged knowing glances.
"You're right. I don't wanna know." Samantha picked up her bag and walked off trying not to think of the odd purple hared… it.
*~*;
"So you're a what again?"
Duo sighed. No matter how he explained his unusual accent to her she just couldn't understand. "Okay, I was born in America and was raised there for most of my life. Then I moved to Japan and automatically learned Japanese and started to speak fluently. Then I moved back to the US and went to this school."
"I think you lost me somewhere back near 'okay'."
Blink, blink.
"Nevermind. So are you going to that competition this Saturday or are you going to town?"
Tiffany shook her head in confusion. Well, at least she had a reason. That minor incident with the pole in sai had made quite a small effect on her mind. Okay, a lot. Especially the running into it part. "Why would there be a competition when we've only been here a day? Town? I may go, but how do we get there?
"First of all, they want to test your skills at the beginning of the school year, again, at the middle, and last at the end. Secondly, the school provides transportation to and from the town. They aren't slave drivers all the time. Just most of the time." Duo explained while opening the door to their next class.
"Comforting. Very comforting."
*~*;
Crystal trudged out of the last class of the day. Unused to the strains of constant training she felt sore almost everywhere and somehow didn't want to go back her cabin. The prospect of a bed was comforting but she couldn't imagine going through another encounter with ethier Wu fei or Tasuki. Especially not Tasuki. She already had him for almost all of her classes she didn't need to go right back to him. True he was handsome and skillful but he was the most rude, disgusting, dispassionate, arrogant character she had ever met. Well, next to Wu fei. What else could go wrong?
"Hey there, sweetling!"
The petite girl reluctantly turned at the smooth, yet arrogant voice behind her. The glimpse of red hair made her guesses more than truthful. "What do you want, Tasuki?"
He leaned on her shoulder, trying to emphasize their obvious height difference. Probably no doubt to annoy her once again. "Just wanted to make sure you weren't wandering off somewhere you shouldn't."
"And why is that?"
He smirked. "I am the oldest person in our cabin. That means I am given the responsibility of watching the less experienced persons in the cabin. You know, make sure you aren't going off with some lover. I mean, after all, you are one of the few females in a male desperate campus."
She gave him a confused look. She, nor any of her friends, weren't all that pretty. She herself wasn't at all. The odds of her going off with someone were nearly nil. Though the school principal had said that was fine if any of them wished to. "But if you are trying to keep me in the cabin, then what makes you any different from those 'desperate men' on campus?"
"I wouldn't never become that desperate."
"Of course." Anyone who wasn't the slightest bit aware could have practically seen the sarcasm drip from the statement. Unfortunately, Tasuki was not most of the population. Tasuki seemed to fall in another category all together; the one that had arrogance coated mind and a misplaced sense of gallantry. Misplaced… it was probably somewhere near Pluto by now. "You don't have to worry. I was just going to the office to see how things are run."
He looked at the girl strangely. Go to the office? Boy, she was a boring character. He rolled his eyes. Must be a female thing.
"What are you thinking about."
"Nothing." He replied innocently. Definitely a female thing. He knew he was going to be trouble from the moment he laid eyes on her. Even though the events were hazy because of his little party… he could still remember her defiance and her dammed intellect backed reasoning. He scowled.
She brushed his arms off her shoulder, staring at her hand while she made a face of distaste and wiped it on her shirt. "Are you sure you're not thinking. I mean if the steam coming from your ears is any indication…
His eyes narrowed. He suddenly had the urge to hurt her. His hands started to clench.
Crystal's eyes started to widen as she saw his hands start to make fists. Tasuki was much stronger than she would ever be. He could easy hurt her without even trying. Better try another strategy. She placed her hands together in a typical praying position. "Now Tasuki, you shouldn't let your anger overcome you. It is not only painful to you but to the other creatures around you. You give off a hurtful aura when you express this misplaced anger." She said in her most soothing voice. Her arms made various movements in the air.
He looked at her and cocked this head to one side. What the hell was she doing?
"Now breathe." She placed her hands on his now loose hands. She then pulled them together and arranged them like her own. Good, he's confused.
Tasuki started to back away from the odd girl. This was one hell of a messed up girl. He turned back to her only to find her running the other way; her lopsided bag slung over her shoulder and her quarterstaff in her right hand. Wait, was that all a plan to get rid of me?
"You bet, you thickheaded idiot!!!!"
He looked up at her statement and her unusual laughter as she ran. He'd punish her later.
*~*;
Samantha walked over to their cabin near the lake. She stared at the nearly ruined cabin in disgust as well as fear. Falling into a lake was not exactly her idea of fun.
"You're Samantha, right?"
The blond turned to the voice behind her. Like most of the other residents he had a slight Japanese accent. Unlikely enough it was Van once again. He was dressed in his normal practice clothes of a loose red shirt and off white pants. The only thing that didn't fit the medieval scene was the high tech bag slung over his shoulder. "What can I do for you, Van?"
His eyes widened. "You actually say my name correctly. This one girl keeps on saying it like the automobile…
"Crystal. Yes, we all know she's challenged." She smiled. Van wasn't the most social character. In fact, he always kept to himself during practice and almost every time else. He ran his hand trough his black hair.
An uncomfortable silence fell between the two. They seemed to be daring on another to say the first word and get on with the conversation.
Van shifted loudly and stared at her. She was rather tall for a girl. The dark blonde was the same height as himself as well as many of the other students on campus. She was also taller than most of them. "So, ah…"
"Are you in the competition?" Samantha sighed in relief as she saw that Van was about to speak. This conversation was going nowhere fast.
His eyes brightened at the much more interesting words of competitions and swords and such. "Of course! I'll be in the heavy sword and random."
Samantha gave him a look of confusion. "Random?"
"Right. Random is where they choose any weapon for you and through you into battle. So, are you going to be there?"
"Of course."
*~*;
"Hey, Tif Tif! You in there?
The dark hared girl looked up and opened the door to the rotting cabin. "Hi, Jessica. You look beat."
Jessica rolled her blue eyes. "You have no idea. I'm sore in places I never knew were apart of me. I'm so glad I'm…" Jessica shook her head. Home? If one considered the broken cabin, home. "Back in the nearly health hazard waiting to happen."
"Me too."
Another knock was heard as Samantha then opened the door. The familiar tap of her sketchpad hit the table, and the clunk of her bag rang as it was dropped on the floor. "So what are you guys doing this weekend? I hear there's going to be a competition. "
Tiffany threw herself on the bed, ignoring the creaks and slight shift of the cabin. "Yeah. Duo told me about it. You want to go to it? We could go the town nearby instead if we don't want to go."
"I don't think so! What will all the guys think if we back out on the first thought of contests?" Jessica took out the papers for the upcoming events she had picked up earlier. "It's tomorrow in the outdoor arena; registration during all hours until the competition. How convenient."She was about to go to hit the sack when she finally thought of something. Or, rather, someone.
*~*;
Crystal looked up to sky murmuring something along the lines of 'Why me?' Crystal knocked once then let herself into the disorderly cabin, closing her eyes in case she saw… Better not even think of the possibilities. She walked through the cabin trying to avoid the miscellaneous items on the floor. A shirt, socks, unknown spill, torn book, a …. Better not mention that. "Oh, for goodness's sakes! Pick up after yourselves!!!! "She shielded her eyes as she went to her bed and laid down on the clean covers.
"What does it matter to ya'?"
She turned over to her back. "I'd really rather not see those types of things until I'm happily married."
"Like anyone man in their right mind would marry you, woman."
"You're not to much a catch either, Mr. I'm a chauvinistic pig." She added sweetly. "So, are either of you going to that competition?'
"Of course, woman. I'll be in the katana, random, and martial arts categories." Why? You're not thinking of going, are you? Like a woman would even have a chance, anyway."
Crystal turned the boy in the bunk opposite of her. "What? A chance to beat you so easily? Now where's the challenge in that?"
Samantha blushed. "Only twice." She stared towards the sky at the remembrance of the act. It was much to easy to when against such a tactic-lacking fighter. " He just keep running towards me with a really big sword. I would always sidestep and take a swing. It's not like I could do much after only learning a few moves while Van had been learning all of his life. Our instructor, some long hared blonde guy, kept telling him to stop being so stupid. Well, maybe not in those exact words but pretty much the same thing."
"I see."
"So who was that weird guy you were hanging out with. I believe he had …purple hair?"
Jessica adverted her eyes and shook her head. "You don't want to know."
They exchanged knowing glances.
"You're right. I don't wanna know." Samantha picked up her bag and walked off trying not to think of the odd purple hared… it.
*~*;
"So you're a what again?"
Duo sighed. No matter how he explained his unusual accent to her she just couldn't understand. "Okay, I was born in America and was raised there for most of my life. Then I moved to Japan and automatically learned Japanese and started to speak fluently. Then I moved back to the US and went to this school."
"I think you lost me somewhere back near 'okay'."
Blink, blink.
"Nevermind. So are you going to that competition this Saturday or are you going to town?"
Tiffany shook her head in confusion. Well, at least she had a reason. That minor incident with the pole in sai had made quite a small effect on her mind. Okay, a lot. Especially the running into it part. "Why would there be a competition when we've only been here a day? Town? I may go, but how do we get there?
"First of all, they want to test your skills at the beginning of the school year, again, at the middle, and last at the end. Secondly, the school provides transportation to and from the town. They aren't slave drivers all the time. Just most of the time." Duo explained while opening the door to their next class.
"Comforting. Very comforting."
*~*;
Crystal trudged out of the last class of the day. Unused to the strains of constant training she felt sore almost everywhere and somehow didn't want to go back her cabin. The prospect of a bed was comforting but she couldn't imagine going through another encounter with ethier Wu fei or Tasuki. Especially not Tasuki. She already had him for almost all of her classes she didn't need to go right back to him. True he was handsome and skillful but he was the most rude, disgusting, dispassionate, arrogant character she had ever met. Well, next to Wu fei. What else could go wrong?
"Hey there, sweetling!"
The petite girl reluctantly turned at the smooth, yet arrogant voice behind her. The glimpse of red hair made her guesses more than truthful. "What do you want, Tasuki?"
He leaned on her shoulder, trying to emphasize their obvious height difference. Probably no doubt to annoy her once again. "Just wanted to make sure you weren't wandering off somewhere you shouldn't."
"And why is that?"
He smirked. "I am the oldest person in our cabin. That means I am given the responsibility of watching the less experienced persons in the cabin. You know, make sure you aren't going off with some lover. I mean, after all, you are one of the few females in a male desperate campus."
She gave him a confused look. She, nor any of her friends, weren't all that pretty. She herself wasn't at all. The odds of her going off with someone were nearly nil. Though the school principal had said that was fine if any of them wished to. "But if you are trying to keep me in the cabin, then what makes you any different from those 'desperate men' on campus?"
"I wouldn't never become that desperate."
"Of course." Anyone who wasn't the slightest bit aware could have practically seen the sarcasm drip from the statement. Unfortunately, Tasuki was not most of the population. Tasuki seemed to fall in another category all together; the one that had arrogance coated mind and a misplaced sense of gallantry. Misplaced… it was probably somewhere near Pluto by now. "You don't have to worry. I was just going to the office to see how things are run."
He looked at the girl strangely. Go to the office? Boy, she was a boring character. He rolled his eyes. Must be a female thing.
"What are you thinking about."
"Nothing." He replied innocently. Definitely a female thing. He knew he was going to be trouble from the moment he laid eyes on her. Even though the events were hazy because of his little party… he could still remember her defiance and her dammed intellect backed reasoning. He scowled.
She brushed his arms off her shoulder, staring at her hand while she made a face of distaste and wiped it on her shirt. "Are you sure you're not thinking. I mean if the steam coming from your ears is any indication…
His eyes narrowed. He suddenly had the urge to hurt her. His hands started to clench.
Crystal's eyes started to widen as she saw his hands start to make fists. Tasuki was much stronger than she would ever be. He could easy hurt her without even trying. Better try another strategy. She placed her hands together in a typical praying position. "Now Tasuki, you shouldn't let your anger overcome you. It is not only painful to you but to the other creatures around you. You give off a hurtful aura when you express this misplaced anger." She said in her most soothing voice. Her arms made various movements in the air.
He looked at her and cocked this head to one side. What the hell was she doing?
"Now breathe." She placed her hands on his now loose hands. She then pulled them together and arranged them like her own. Good, he's confused.
Tasuki started to back away from the odd girl. This was one hell of a messed up girl. He turned back to her only to find her running the other way; her lopsided bag slung over her shoulder and her quarterstaff in her right hand. Wait, was that all a plan to get rid of me?
"You bet, you thickheaded idiot!!!!"
He looked up at her statement and her unusual laughter as she ran. He'd punish her later.
*~*;
Samantha walked over to their cabin near the lake. She stared at the nearly ruined cabin in disgust as well as fear. Falling into a lake was not exactly her idea of fun.
"You're Samantha, right?"
The blond turned to the voice behind her. Like most of the other residents he had a slight Japanese accent. Unlikely enough it was Van once again. He was dressed in his normal practice clothes of a loose red shirt and off white pants. The only thing that didn't fit the medieval scene was the high tech bag slung over his shoulder. "What can I do for you, Van?"
His eyes widened. "You actually say my name correctly. This one girl keeps on saying it like the automobile…
"Crystal. Yes, we all know she's challenged." She smiled. Van wasn't the most social character. In fact, he always kept to himself during practice and almost every time else. He ran his hand trough his black hair.
An uncomfortable silence fell between the two. They seemed to be daring on another to say the first word and get on with the conversation.
Van shifted loudly and stared at her. She was rather tall for a girl. The dark blonde was the same height as himself as well as many of the other students on campus. She was also taller than most of them. "So, ah…"
"Are you in the competition?" Samantha sighed in relief as she saw that Van was about to speak. This conversation was going nowhere fast.
His eyes brightened at the much more interesting words of competitions and swords and such. "Of course! I'll be in the heavy sword and random."
Samantha gave him a look of confusion. "Random?"
"Right. Random is where they choose any weapon for you and through you into battle. So, are you going to be there?"
"Of course."
*~*;
"Hey, Tif Tif! You in there?
The dark hared girl looked up and opened the door to the rotting cabin. "Hi, Jessica. You look beat."
Jessica rolled her blue eyes. "You have no idea. I'm sore in places I never knew were apart of me. I'm so glad I'm…" Jessica shook her head. Home? If one considered the broken cabin, home. "Back in the nearly health hazard waiting to happen."
"Me too."
Another knock was heard as Samantha then opened the door. The familiar tap of her sketchpad hit the table, and the clunk of her bag rang as it was dropped on the floor. "So what are you guys doing this weekend? I hear there's going to be a competition. "
Tiffany threw herself on the bed, ignoring the creaks and slight shift of the cabin. "Yeah. Duo told me about it. You want to go to it? We could go the town nearby instead if we don't want to go."
"I don't think so! What will all the guys think if we back out on the first thought of contests?" Jessica took out the papers for the upcoming events she had picked up earlier. "It's tomorrow in the outdoor arena; registration during all hours until the competition. How convenient."She was about to go to hit the sack when she finally thought of something. Or, rather, someone.
*~*;
Crystal looked up to sky murmuring something along the lines of 'Why me?' Crystal knocked once then let herself into the disorderly cabin, closing her eyes in case she saw… Better not even think of the possibilities. She walked through the cabin trying to avoid the miscellaneous items on the floor. A shirt, socks, unknown spill, torn book, a …. Better not mention that. "Oh, for goodness's sakes! Pick up after yourselves!!!! "She shielded her eyes as she went to her bed and laid down on the clean covers.
"What does it matter to ya'?"
She turned over to her back. "I'd really rather not see those types of things until I'm happily married."
"Like anyone man in their right mind would marry you, woman."
"You're not to much a catch either, Mr. I'm a chauvinistic pig." She added sweetly. "So, are either of you going to that competition?'
"Of course, woman. I'll be in the katana, random, and martial arts categories." Why? You're not thinking of going, are you? Like a woman would even have a chance, anyway."
Crystal turned the boy in the bunk opposite of her. "What? A chance to beat you so easily? Now where's the challenge in that?"
