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Post by Rook on Mar 22, 2008 3:23:57 GMT -5
It had been several months and Rook was still not sure whether or not he actually liked his own apprentice.
Anthrun was sarcastic, often mean spirited and definitely not a team player....he was far too much like Rook for the wolverine to be expected to enjoy his company.
The sky had cleared up just a tiny bit and there were a few traces of sunlight in the air, that was why Rook had chosen this day to train, he breathed in the cool clean air as the wind ruffled his fur. It WAS awfully windy today, he wondered how his apprentice would choose to arrive.
...if he arrived at all!
He was also late, it seemed, Rook waited impatiently, pacing on the strange green tile of the Plaza, he expected the Anthrun to be able to find him at least by now. He had dressed himself as inconspicuously as possible but Anthrun should be able to follow his scent.
His tail whapped on the green tile I hate waiting.....ugh...
Standing there for a moment he shrugged and gave in walking a bit so he could purchase a cheap greasy (in other words good) hot dog from a frog faced vendor. Literally he was a frog.
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Post by fluffolofogous on Mar 22, 2008 13:13:27 GMT -5
A small little critter jumped, if noticed, probably thought only to be a bit of the wind blowing through Rook's fur, onto his head. It was warm here, and he rather liked it. He always had, and he had grown quite accustomed to living on the large warm being which he'd fallen off of in the breeze only a bit before. Luckily, he was quite a jumper, and able to make it back without a hitch. The fluffolofogous decided he'd try to communicate with the one whom he resided on. Moving through the forest of hair, he made his way to what he believed to be this things hearing receptacle. "Rook, you seem to be troubled. Whatever is the matter?" His voice was soft, he didn't wish to be heard by anyone other than his companion, whom he was quite comfortable with. It was quite possible that Rook himself did not hear him. Though, he hadn't the slightest idea how well the creature could hear.
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Post by Rook on Mar 22, 2008 13:31:25 GMT -5
"I hate waiting" Rook said so softly that if anyone saw him they'd think he was just breathing.
He ran his fingers through his hair as it got jostled out of place by the wind even in it's tie. He also straightened his collar habitually on his long brown coat.
This little voice had been speaking to him for quite some time now and Rook was begining to to get worried about his mental health. It was stress on top of more stress, one the only middle Angels left could not afford to go looney!
His friend Harley had always said it was okay to talk to yourself as long as yourelf dosen't talk back...well...
Also softly, but tersely "And anyway I shouldn't be talking to you....your a figment of my imagination, an annoying figment. So shush".
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Post by fluffolofogous on Mar 22, 2008 14:07:20 GMT -5
"I think it best, yes I do, if you talk with... yourself in private. I fear otherwise people will stare!" The Fluffolofogous decided to play along. He couldn't introduce himself here, no no, that would bad. Many people around. He feared large audiences for the most part, especially when his own home knew not who or what he was! "Rook, trust me, this will benefit you and you alike, the second you being me of course!" With that, he crawled deeper into Rook's hair and settled, hoping the big oaf would listen.
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Post by sonata on Mar 23, 2008 0:20:13 GMT -5
The white swan sighed as he walked through the plaza, looking off in different and totally random directions as he did so. His Angel mentor had asked to meet up here... Why, he didn't really know... or care, for that matter.
His white-blue eyes glared unblinkingly at the random furres' whose eyes locked with his, making sure to make them look away. He hated being stared or looked at...
Damn it, why did he have to set up the meeting in fxcking public?! He growled in his head, his natural wing twitching a bit underneath the heavy white clock he wore.
Athrun Zane came to a stop when Regulus Rook came into his line of sight, his glare turning into a simple narrowing of eyes.
That so-called mentor of his never got his name right... calling him 'Anthrun' instead of Athrun. It pissed him off every time to the point that he always looked at the elder with one of his irritated glares as he corrected him with a "that's Athrun..."
A frustrated sigh escaped him as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, lowering his freakishly long neck to the point that his head was the only thing visible above his cloak, besides the huge lump on his back where his wings were folded.
Athrun Zane approached Rook, looking at him with his signature supernatural stare, raising his neck up slowly to the point that he was looking down on the elder.
"... you called, Sir?" he emphasized that last word with an almost poisonous sting to it.
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Post by Rook on Mar 23, 2008 2:21:23 GMT -5
OOC: Watch me turn my stupid mistake into a reoccuring joke!
Rook got the feeling Mr. Zane would like to kick him very much (it was kind of obvious because he was staring at him like a One God priest stared at a goth), though he did not react. Anthrun, always the moody one, Rook diddn't like having to look up at some skinny punk.....
I should smack him...just this once..it'll barely hurt him.
Stop. Cease. Desist. Do not.
Awwwww
No.
....but he diddn't react he blinked and he stared at a round clock in his hand, his whiskers twitching, he was sincerely unimpressed by the swan's hateful nature.
"How perceptive of you, I assumed you'd be here twenty minuites ago, I thought we went over tracking last week"? He sighed and the clock automatically snapped shut with an accentuated click just as Rook shoved it back into his mud-brown cloak.
His tail lashed "I really don't think capability is a problem or you wouldn't have found me at all. I think you are lazy and distracted." His eyes remained calm but his features flashed aggressively.
Even this subsided soon though, the day was still young, Angels trained hard and late.
I'm bringing him with me tonight on my shift. No sleep for him. His first test shift...
Rook was inwardly pleased though he revealed nothing...what was twenty minuites? Rook diddn't really care --(though he did HATE waiting) --- but he wanted Anthrun--- (he was sure it was Anthrun not Athrun, the boy always got all pissy when he mispronounced his name)-- to learn to be punctual.
"Nevermind" he growled.
A tiny electric humming could be heard, it sounded a cross between a very simple, endearing video game and the sound of dentist's drill. It was actually Rook's claws.
Spinning and calculating, the tiny amount of light they emitted pulsed and he read something there hidden by his own palm.
He cracked his knuckles and the light, as well as the sound faded, like it had never been there. "What do you think you need to cover today"? he smirked " Adress your surroundings".
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Post by sonata on Mar 23, 2008 19:39:18 GMT -5
Tracking... right... He thought as the other mentioned it; he'd been half using that and half using his long neck to look over the crowd.
In actuality, he'd been late because he was working... A few stubborn girls kept ordering & ordering & ordering from him, and nobody else, at the Wallside Café. Not only was he annoyed, but Senora 'Not-All-There' went from "Oh, they're just girls on crushes, Dearie!" to "They're girls on CRACK, Athrun; get the fxcking HOSE!!" after they asked for more random shit off the menu that they weren't even eating.
Athrun Zane Sourentis had gladly gone out back to bring the hose around, and as those sickeningly flirty girls were calling for him again, he turned the hose on them.
He hadn't laughed... Oh, no... he wasn't the type. However, Senora Natasha Sincera had gotten quite a laugh out of it; once they were gone, however, she noticed how he'd gotten water all over the left half of the café. Afterwrd, she'd effectively given him a lecture and advice on how to get rid of annoying loons with a hose without ruining so much of the feeding area.
That in itself had taken a lot of time from him, but upon getting his stuff, he'd come straight off to the plaza.
His eyes narrowed again at the words lazy and distracted. Those two words were constantly used against him by all of the elders around him... thankfully, not his boss at the café, but hey, she was a loon.
Fxcking lazy... and distracted... What does he take me for? A normal guy who ignores homework in favor of looking at girls? Yeah, right...
Rolling his eyes, he decided to ignore that statement. Upon hearing the last question, he'd been about to answer, but then an order was instantly issued.
Athrun's glare was apparent, but he complied, nonetheless. With his head so high, he was able to see quite a lot...
"Furres... lots... and lots of busy, chatty furres..." Though he had no visible ears, he could hear next-to everything. The different conversations and topics... a few caused his eye to twitch in irritation. He looked to his mentor again with a mildly disturbed look; apparently, somebody nearby was talking about something rather uninteresting and... downright nasty. "Are we done yet?"
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Post by Rook on Mar 23, 2008 20:12:56 GMT -5
"I was under the impression you wanted to become an Angel" Rook snapped, baring his teeth partially, rounding on him "It is an honor to train under the command of a Middle Angel, if you find your role as an apprentice unsatisfying, by all means, get sworn out for all I care, I'll be done with your fucking attitude".
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Post by sonata on Mar 23, 2008 20:19:40 GMT -5
His current irritation was only strengthened by the wolverine's snapping; his normally gloomy mood had gone from bad to worse in a matter of five seconds.
Athrun Zane had been so close to taking the old fool's advice and swearing out... but he'd already given up one of his wings... and his goddess-like sister had near commanded him to become an Angel.
He was just contented to glare at the other with eyes that said 'fine, continue the goddamn torture. See if I give a fucking rat's ass.'
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Post by Rook on Mar 23, 2008 20:28:17 GMT -5
Rook felt an explosion of irritation, and just as Athrun's emotions were plain in his eyes Rook's own orbs narrowed in hot anger. He wanted to strike this swan, for his constant disrespect, rudeness and hatefullness, What use is he anyway? What a waste of space. All he feels is anger! He makes me angry, I could have a fucking heart attack right now with all the hot blood pumping Why was he assigned an intelligent capable apprentice that hated him and everything else so much? It was a headache waiting to happen. It was like...having a blind attack dog. Well that probably wasn't a good comparison but Rook could feel his energy draining as the hopelessness of his task descended on him again.
How could he train him?
Frustrated, but not defeated Rook turned from him and then said dryly "As we can draw clearly from the surroundings I chose to place you in, today's training deals with observations in large crowded areas, full of distractions and escape routes. As an Angel you will often have to chase a criminal through a crowded area, beleive it or not many feel as you do about them, they know this, they look to crowds as shelter."
His claws pulsed and a faint beam was barely visible in the scant sunlight, and it passed over the crowd individually flickering in and out of view and resting on a furre's chest for a short amount of time, then ducking and whizzing away.
"The light is like a thief, they are completely at home here, all Angels being alienated, this is an area you need to conquer with sight, sound, scent and unmatched concentration".
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Post by sonata on Mar 23, 2008 21:15:46 GMT -5
Athrun Zane's expression didn't change a lick... but the emotions in his eyes did soften slightly upon the other calming down enough to explain everything clearly.
The change in his eyes was one thing that he had yet to notice, so others could easily tell how he felt by staring at him... although, that would run the risk of getting a genuinely okay-Athrun back into his default mood.
If he had lips, he probably would've smirked, but even like that, it wouldn't've lasted long as he began to speak.
"So... what? You literally have to have a one-track mind? For a guy like me, that sounds easy enough."
If Athrun Zane could keep himself angry at the world around him for years without end, he could keep track of a criminal just as easily.
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Post by Rook on Mar 24, 2008 1:30:04 GMT -5
"We'll see" pressed Rook, though not sharply, he was similarly drawn back into himself by Anthrun's change in attitude. "We'll see right now actually". The light he had been waving flickered feebly once more and vanished, but not for long. It seemed to be reincarnated into something much stronger and faster.
Rook drew something round and silver out of his pocket, and his claws hummed as he tapped the little silver ball with it. It spun for a minute in mid air, hovering feebly and then springing to life, glowing brightly like a miniature sun.
It was also fast, so fast it was hard to keep your eye on it for any amount of time, the only sound it made was a gentle humming like Rook's claws but almost musical. It spun and flipped and raced through the air for a minute, playfully, jerking like a living creature and pulsing as though breathing.
It remained suspended for a moment, whirling and then it shot of into the crowd, it could be seen only faintly and only for about a half a second before it vanished again and again, fast as any hovercycle.
"Go on then" said Rook his lips pursing into a very small, amused smile. "Catch it". It was obviously an order. This was a test.
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Post by fluffolofogous on Mar 24, 2008 14:12:09 GMT -5
So this guy thinks I'm him!? That just doesn't make any sense, crazy, just ridiculous even. Perhaps I should screw with him, yes, perhaps I should. The Fluffolofogous wasn't able to sleep as he'd planned, as that thing Rook was talking to annoyed him. It's whole demeanor and utter disrespect. Well, if I'm to be him, I'll just have to make him annoyed as I am! If he's not already... On that thought the Fluffolofogous moved his way over to Rook's ear again, as discretely as he could, and quietly began to speak to him. "You know, this goose is a bit of a bastard. Disrespecting," he paused here to think for a moment, Should I say... me... as I'm him, or should I say us, hm... this is quite the predicament isn't it? Perhaps either will work, after all, from what I could gather he thinks he's crazy! "Us, so disrespectful to us. We slave and slave to help the stupid guy, and what does he do? He just disrespects us. I think it best if you made him respect you, but don't ask me how to do that, I'm the idea maker of this brain, you're the one that makes my ideas happen!" Satisfied, the Fluffolofogous decided to stay near his unknowing home's ear, easier access that way. I'm such a genius...
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Post by sonata on Mar 29, 2008 0:35:51 GMT -5
Athrun Zane watched the odd object as it activated, raising an almost curious, non-existent eyebrow as he just stared at it.
Once it started off into the crowd and he was given the order, he seemed to pause for a moment before shrugging slightly and running off into the crowd.
His voice could be heard behind him, however; a seemingly cocky statement of "Piece of cake..."
His eyes were able to catch sight of the moving object easily; no sweat, right? But he was a little slow...
His reactions weren't exactly top-notch, considering that he had legs & feet made for swimming.
All Athrun did was growl, or attempt to, as he tried to run fast enough to catch-up with it.
It was times like these that he wished he wasn't scared to break out his wings and fly, but that's just the way he is.
It's not likely that he'll change.
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Post by Rook on Mar 30, 2008 2:03:55 GMT -5
As the voice in his mind began making disturbing Lord of the Rings references Rook's cocky grin changed into a very concerned expression. What the fuck?.... The worst part was that Rook agreed with The Small Gollem In His Head. He needed to find a way to teach Anthrun to respect his superiors or he would never make it as an Angel.
He had so much potential too.
The crowd weaved and glared at the young swan darting through it, the light seemed to have am mind of it's own, it played tricks, pulled sharp turns with disastrous consequences and would occasionally hover and rotate in one place as if laughing.
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