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[Bolivar]

Spring 30th, 513 AV Location: Squire dormitories Already it was nearing the 2nd bell in the afternoon when Bolivar noticed a particularly loud din in his room. Angrily scuffling in his bedsheets Bolivar quietly tried to block out the god awful voice outside of the dormitories. Whoever was making that damned racket had to be thrown out! It is bad enough that I have to deal with all these hormone charged tweens but this racket when I just have a small time for myself. Spilling into the hallway Bolivar made sure that he was loud and clear in what he wanted. "Hey! Shut the petch up! I just managed to go to sleep when that singing interrupted me!" Slamming the door back in turn Bolivar could not hear the words thrown back at the squire as he groggily started to go on with his day. "Much too early. Still much too early for me." Starting to make his bed Bolivar ran his hand over his eyes trying to wake himself up. Night watch was a hectic schedule to keep. The practice still had much to be desired for the squire who thought the times given to him to be hectic and random at best. Still he was the one who asked for that position anyways. Why did they best of my thinkings have to be at night? Hearing a heavy knock on the door he confronted a few annoyed squires answering him for his rude outburst. "Take back what you said! That squire lass is completely heartbroken by your rude comment earlier." Giving an annoyed look at the pair presented Bolivar could not help but notice the mocking look they were giving him. "What makes you think I'd say sorry just because you told me to?" Though shorter then some squires Bolivar was well matured for a squire, a fact that went unnoticed by most of his peers. Big mistake on their parts. "That girl can't sing anyways. Don't tell me you just wanted to get close by saying her voice was nice. Really you should be more focused on your studies so you don't have such a horrible voice to look forward too." Getting grabbed by the scuff of his shirt Bolivar gave an uninterested look at the one who held him. "Listen I don't care what you have to say old man. That squire lass is the only pretty thing we have to look at since our time here. Your ugly mug just makes it worse half blood." Spitting out the last part contemptuosly Bolivar's expression brightened noticing something that the two didn't. "Who cares if she can't sing? Just apologize to her." Chuckling slightly Bolivar grabbed the offending hand as he twisted the wrist up before looking at the squire lass they were talking about. "I'm sorry you have a horrible singing voice miss." Slamming the door in their face Bolivar sat on the bed once more, already tired even though he rested through the morning.

[Kisetukai]

It had been a pretty good day so far...No more than good. Glorious. Kise and K somehow had magically got off of patrolling the city once again through K's deceitful manner. Finally coming home was just icing on his awful chocolate cake. As he walked up the corridor to his area he quickly noticed a group of kids, or squires if you could call them that, huddling around something. Before coming into their radius, he decided to clear them out of the way verbally, that way he wouldn't have to slow down for them to move later. 

"Hey chumps...Move over." He didn't speed up or slow down, keeping his pace, being completely oblivious to the situation going on at hand. As they moved he saw a girl in the center crying, face full of tears as if she had just been assaulted. Kise isntantly grew worried, becoming depressed and sad. "Poor girl...K go check on her and comfort her." He said hopefully. "Maybe your charm can help her?" His request was returned by K, the person in control of the body at the moment, with a chuckle. "Nope...Silly wench probably got what she deserved." 

He walked past them as he continued to laugh at her crying, forcing one of the boys comforting her to spring up and place his hand on K's shoulder. Instantly almost lightning like, K turned and knocked the kid out with a vicious right hook, landing on the boys blind side knocking him out. K clenched his quickly made fist popping his knuckles, then slowly returning them to a simple hand as he began to relax. The boy hit the floor, shocked and in shock, motionless but breathing. Accompanied by the gasp of the other boys and the girls crying more, he began to chuckle as he kneeled in front of her. 

"Are you crying?..." K smiled a bit as he roughly grasped her chin with his big right hand. "That's so hot..." Then as he sprang up, he seemed to throw her face to the side accidentally, as he began to walk into his room. "I didn't kill him, so no need to snitch, he's just unconscious." He said with a smile. 

Upon entering the room he saw a boy on one of the beds. Instantly confused he began to question him. "Hey...Who the petch are you?" Tossing his scythe on his own bed. Sitting down on the foot of his bed facing the boys bed across the room. "You might have the wrong room, that guy in that other dorm left, not this one." He said as he pointed outside. K wasn't really on good terms when it came to meeting new people. He sighed as he stared at the boy with a grim look of disappointment. "So?..."

[Bolivar]

Having a reinvigorating coughing fit Bolivar brought both of his hands up to his face trying to otherwise stir himself as he tried to remember what he should be doing. First day off and I stay inside my dorm. Such a cool guy. Ignoring the voice inside his head Bolivar looked up hearing another voice enter the room. "Oh... don't mind me. Just a squatter for all you know. I'll be on my way soon enough." Noticing the squire's weapon Bolivar mused silently at the sight. So that was been leaving the occasional scrape and frayed cloth behind. "Oh you don't say? Well now I suppose I must formally introduce myself then. Don't I?" Turning his head side to side Bolivar retrieved his backpack partially hidden on the top bunk of his bed before looking inside. This was an awkward situation for the pair for sure having spent nearly a week close to each other but not really. How did that work? "So I take it that your the type who keeps tabs on other people and not on yourself right?" Retrieving a change of clothes Bolivar quickly changed into wearing nothing but his pocket robe spare his undergarments underneath. Pleased with the change Bolivar brought his attention back to the broody squire spreading out his hands with the palms facing upwards. "How can I say this so that you fully understand and I don't have to be bothered by your presence? Ah... I know! I've been your roommate for awhile now. Surprise!" Clapping his hands together Bolivar quickly stuffed the remainder of his clothes into the bag before throwing up the bag into the top bunk. Hearing it crash into his soldier's attire alongside his greataxe Bolivar shrugged nonchalantly as he heard the heavy weapon bounce slightly on the bed. "Bolivar. Nightwatch." Giving Kisetukai a taunting look the older squire did not bother explain the rest to his roommate. If he wasn't smart enough to figure out the situation with those hints Bolivar doubted he would talk to him that much. "We can talk later yes? Talk about what fields we delved into and such. I understand we are seperated from the other squires for a reason but that doesn't mean we are to seperate ourselves. We sleep in the same room for goodness sakes." Bringing up a hard surface Bolivar quickly perused through a stack of papers until finally finding the few that were actually marked. "Ah here we are. So! My ser patron says that I am to understand people and their sensitivities apparently? What of you? What do you have planned? It's the first day I'm actually free from watch duty and I think I might go look at a pretty girl I saw waitressing at the tavern. I'm not the very understanding type mind you. Just very talkative and very fickle." Offering a piece of paper to his roommate Bolivar quickly slammed the piece of paper on the squire's chest. "House warming present. Keep it safe and out of sight. Only use it outside of the dorms. Read to get it's effect. One time use only. Yada. Yada. You should know the rest. Ta. Ta."

[Kisetukai]

The young boy had been listening to this man for a few moments but had already lost all interest. He seemed like a nice guy, not to opinionated, but nonetheless very sarcastic. The worst part of the situation was that he existed. He was here.

K didn't hear much as he watched the newly met man go on and on, he wasn't droning, but he talked in a such care free attitude that it wore of on K making him not care. But there were a few things K had heard. Finding out that this man had been his roomate for a while, but the reason they never cross paths was because he was on night watch. Kise had grew slightly interested when a rude piece of paper was slammed against his chest. Well...It didn't hurt. He listened a bit as the person told...Bolivar told him, only use once. Bolivar was his name...Quite a cheeky fellow. And cheeky was not an ingredient that mixed easily into K's stew of life. He looked at the paper, in confusion, it was completely foreign to him. "I see." 

He wasn't really to pleased with how this was going so far..."I understand. I guess I will introduce myself." K stood up holding his deadly black metal scythe next to him tightly. "I am Kisetukai Yamehaka...Squire of Ser Corben." he said in a boring monotone voice. He never really cared for introductions, unless it was to someone powerful or of the opposite sex. "Looks like we got a friend." Kise said happily and hopefully. "No we don't..." K replied harshly. "So tell me...What do you really want to do?" He looked at the boy sharpy. "What is this paper? I don't like reading...Why are you in my room again? And if I may ask...What's with the attitude. Simple squires like you disgust me...You have no power. And if you have no power you have no need to me." He slipped out of his armor and put on his loose black pants, leaving himself shirtless, his toned body fully exposed. "I won't tell you anymore...Your not strong." He chuckled. "Your not worthy." "I come from a family of fighters...I have no time for weakness." He sat on the bed staring at the boy maliciously. Waiting for him to reply and be scared...Hopefully even an excuse to fight and prove his dominance. For K wasn't a bully but he was a ruler...If he had to prove it he would.

[Bolivar]

"Do you now? Well that's good! I don't have to repeat myself." Repeating the name with a slight accent Bolivar took note that he was to address his patron's name as well in formal introductions. Good to know. Bringing his eyebrow up in a more then suspicious look over at Kisetukai. Perhaps it might have been rude to address his ignorance but Bolivar did not see anything improper about his vernacular. Perhaps he felt threatened by the sudden intrusion? "I know I spoke without hinderance. Perhaps again?" Blinking slightly Bolivar tried to recall what exactly his roommate was asking him. "That there is a glyph. Not sure if I've met another of our profession who has not heard of glyphing." Addling his brains for the other questions Bolivar provided Kise with another more elaborate glyph to look at. "If you don't know it I can tell you about it some other time perhaps? Without the knowing what they do they are just a pretty picture to look at. In the hands of one who can understand it's pretty straightforward what it does." Perhaps it was too rash of you to think he can read the writing. "No matter that is yours for now. Again keep it safe and keep it out of sight. If you look at it long enough you'll understand." "What I'm doing in OUR room is leaving to appreciate the subtle undertones a lovely waitress in a certain bar portrays. Can't quite sleep here with all this outside racket." Bringing his left hand up Bolivar counted down the remaining questions in his hand. Already having mentally addressing his apparent vernacular he decreased the number of questions in his hand before continuing. Without power? Rolling up his sleeves slightly Bolivar paused slightly seeing nothing for the mixed blood to otherwise lift. This one was rather tricky. "Maybe another time? Nothing here." Finally recalling the last statement Bolivar found himself at a lost in what exactly the squire was alluding to. Rubbing his left index finger with his thumb Bolivar stood there for a chime trying to think if his translation was correct. No need to me. No use? Bolivar's expression receding into a miffed look before gazing wonderingly at Kisetukai. Although a bit disappointing to have his roommate as one of those types Bolivar quietly steeled himself for the possible dispute between them. Field conditions? My axe is stashed somewhere on that bed. I might have a chance to use a glyph though I doubt that would be worth the trouble. You can always look to me for advice. Explicitly no fighting or magic while one is stuck with the rabble. Slowing the machinations in his left hand Bolivar gave a light shrug at the notion. "Well I come from Kalea. You would be correct saying I have given up trying to be strong a long time ago. I aim to be kind. They say that those that are strong. Truly strong. Are kind people." "And! And...from what I have seen. Distancing one's self from fellow peers makes you weak." Bringing his arm up indicating the lack of other squires in their room Bolivar gave Kisetukai a look before propping the door open. "So I guess that makes you the weakest squire in this dormitory with me a close second." Looking down at the squire lass from before panicking over her unconscious friend Bolivar gave a slight sound of chagrin looking back at his fellow roommate before addressing the squire's condition. "He should be fine though." Looking deeply at the squire lass's eyes Bolivar didn't quite understand the attraction to such a plain face. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I didn't want to cause trouble." Shrugging nonchalantly Bolivar helped the boy squire groggily to his feet before addressing the lass in turn. "It happens. My fault entirely. I actually have to thank you for stirring me out of bed." Sending the group lined outside their door out of their way Bolivar sighed dejectedly realizing he had quite a ways to go before being considered kind. Perhaps it was better to build on something closer to what was considered home? "Let's take a walk you and I. Much too stuffy here. Talk about that sweet voice in our head that just won't stay quiet or maybe something less morbid. Like horses. Damned things are the scourge of the land if I have anything to say about it." oocWe might be have Shiress poke her head in occasionally if she wants. Granted we actually get out of the dorms. Hope that's okay. BTW Bolivar thinks your a mage squire like him. Only reason why he thinks the pair of them are alone in that room.

[Kisetukai]

  "From what I have seen so far. Distancing one's self from fellow peers makes you weak." Bringing his arm up indicating the lack of other squires in their room Bolivar gave Kisetukai a look before propping the door open. "So I guess that makes you the weakest squire in this dormitory with me a close second."

The words that slyly fell from the culprit bolivars mouth...Weren't so bad. If anything cheeky and cocky like almost, but not so bad. Petch, not even half bad. He smiled instantly after hearing the boys words, this smile that had found it's way on his face, even got Kise interested. "Wow K...You making a friend?" These words sent K back to his original attitude of carefree-ness. "Petch no, just thought about how I'm gonna get rid of him." K had been trying to keep his small affinity to his, more or less new roommate, a secret. After thinking about what he said a bit his mind grew tired. "Hah...I guess the strong ones shouldn't be thinking either." K mumbled with a slight grin following. Bolivar had been for a bit, giving him time to change his clothes swiftly. 

Sliding into his fresh, cold, clean white cloak. The elegance of the chains and buckles swaying and bouncing just gave him more confidence. Sliding the sharp scythe onto his back into his harness, swiping the set of Tamo daggers into his cloak, and finally popping a piece of honey candy in his mouth. Also sliding the piece of paper into his cloak, barely sustained by his chest.  "Well Kise...Let's You wanna get some sleep?" K said as he slid on his coke white gloves. "I can handle this without ya." "Sure! I'll see you in a bit brother." Kise said with his soft voice fading away. Clenching his fist, K's knuckles began to pop and snap. Gliding his massive hands to his head he swiftly popped something twice in his neck also. "Nice..." He said softly to himself. 

"Let's take a walk you and I. Much too stuffy here."

K looked over to see Bolivar standing in the door, "Yeah.." He said as he walked towards him. "I had nothing better to do anyway, he began to push the thought of sleep out his head. As they walked down the corridors, the silence was deep. K liked it that way. He liked the silence and ones thought to self, but in end it became... Boring.

"Ugh! I can't take it!" He yelled in his mind, rattling his subconsciousness, so loud that it could've woke Kise. "Bolivar...I need you to explain to me what glyphing is...Or what exactly a glyph does." K never had paid much attention in school, but Kise did, although he was sleep so he would find out for himself this time. "Also...Tell me more about yourself I guess...Are you strong?" This was something K was sure he would've found out earlier, but needed to be sure. "Well for now, just tell me a little bit on the way. No wait..." K was overloading with questions and comments and concerns. "Bolivar, what would you like to know?" Normally K wouldn't tell a soul anything about himself unless he knew that for a fact they were powerful. He walked slowly as always, as if he was in no rush, pretty sure Bolivar would do the same. 

Frustrated at his failure at conversation, he looked Bolivar in the eyes. "What do you want to know." He said it bluntly and sharply. Hoping this is how some form of conversation would start, for K had no skill in observation or investigation except common sense, but he was sure to find out this guy's power. He had a feeling...A feeling this guy was strong. Perhaps Bolivar reminded him of himself with such an attitude. "So...Anything?" 

 

[Bolivar]

"Yes horses are terrible terrible things indeed." Not finding the lack of reponse as odd Bolivar went on to his overall dislike of animals. Their beady wanting eyes, those reproachful stares and their tendency to bite you. Taking a deep breathe Bolivar gave a satisfied sigh as they first made their way out of the dormitories. Free at last. "A glyph does whatever you want it to. That's the best part of the practice" Trying to remember what exactly the glyph he gave Kise in particular Bolivar started to consciously rubbing his thumb wonderingly. "I wonder. Would you understand if I gave you instruction? They say one really knows their art if they can teach others easily." Shrugging nonchalantly Bolivar's mind quickly raced as he got distracted by another wandering thought. "I already told you silly squire. You'll need to pay attention if you want to keep up with all the other strong squires. Bolivar. Nightwatch. I'm a nice guy. Nice to meet you." "I wonder that all the time dear apprentice squire. All the time. Though at the moment I am wondering what the name of this young waitress at the Stallion is. Simply astonishing how such a simple matter is so difficult for one like me." Rocking on the heels in his feet Bolivar froze as the Rearing stallion came in sight. Quite daunting how simply talking to someone who just striked his fancy. "Right now... I want to know how exactly we squire are seen in the city. How socially acceptable would it be to want to sweep one off her feet and if that truly worked."

[Kisetukai]

  The young men had been walking for a bit now, upon exiting the dorms...Everything felt..Better. Perhaps it was the cool air, or the radiant sun? K chuckled as the thought of that was pushed aside by the thought of his patron finding him strolling town, after he somehow made excuses to get out of patrol. Speeding up a bit him and bolivar were making good speed, and good conversation?! Bolivar actually had good stuff to say, stuff that was right up K's alley.
Talking about how squires are viewed? Talking about girls? A glyph being whatever you want?! K didn't fully pay too much attention until he heard those sacred words. His mind lit up with explosives as he thought of key words. Girls, respect, power...Bolivar had never, no, nobody had ever spoke such true words!

Upon reaching the stallion he had noticed Bolivar's decrease in speed. A sharp one indeed it was. "Well I will tell you once we find a seat. I can answer it all!" K said with slight excitement, as for he never had a friend or even a...buddy. Pushing the doors open he felt a wave of nostalgia hit him, forcing him to shiver as he felt it wash his soul. After gulping a bit he waded through the pool of people. "Bolivar..." He mumbled. "Finally someone...With power." He smiled to himself as he thought of the other chump squires. For K had finally accepted someone into his circle, yes it was early to jump the gun, but he was eager. "Cmon..." He said aloud as he finally found a table. In the daytime, he noticed it wasn't as crowded, but just as rowdy. He sat down and patted the table gesturing Bolivar to sit. "Well...Let me tell you this first." He said as his pride leaked out. "We are not like other kids our age. We have honor, pride and respect. We have a future." He grew excited as he preached. "And speaking of respect...You pass. Your powerful as I see." K's test were normally more thorough, but he trusted his gut. 

"Now..About this girl." He smiled a bit as another favorite subject came up. "Tell me about her a bit?" He began to reflect on pass experiences. "You know..As a squire. Most girls will just give it up right? Were young, wild and free ya know?" After rubbing his shoulders he chuckled. "Well...After training we are free." He jumped a bit as a thought flew into his head. "Oh yes...Training reminds me of your glyphing." He thought of the piece of paper in his cloak. "So does this thing explode? Should I throw it? Is it not a good idea to keep it in my cloak?" He halted instantly as he began to miss his favorite subject. "Actually talk of combat during times like these are rude unless it's a battle story." Something he thought he'd never say. "So...tell me about this girl and why does she attract you? You know as a squire there are hundreds of maidens out there right now waiting for you...Why choose her?" K smiled as he tried to convert Bolivar to his ways, scared of commitment. "So?..." 

 

[Bolivar]

Someone with all the answers apparently. That I should be so lucky. An amused expression reached Bolivar skeptical but otherwise willing face, looking forward to what Kise had to say. It was barely time for the tavern to be busy. Lunch was already served and the only people who remained where only a handful including themselves. It was not often that the Bolivar smiled. When he did it meant something was amiss. In this case it was his inferred age. "Right. So we are seen as little more then kids then?" Embarrassment drove itself into Bolivar as the realization drove it to the Isur's core. All the more incentive to be a knight, I suppose. He was much too learned to be consider as a child anymore. That simply won't do. Honor, Pride and Respect? It was like a dream hearing that they were to be regarded as such. But why? A future? Kisetukai talked almost as rapidly as he did but carried such loaded words compared to Bolivar. Shaking his head Bolivar could not accept these compliments lightly. The mixed blood knew himself the best right? The first word that came to mind was not powerful. It was frantic. Once again the subject changed and once more it rapidly evolved. I think I'll just let him talk. Just a short discusion with this orge of a man provided the mixed blood about the various cues in the city. That and it seemed if Bolivar let the squire talk he would not have to explain reading a piece of paper to him. "Fine lasses and battle stories are the popular subjects in Syliras I take it? The truth of skirmishes somber me so I guess I'm forced to talk about woman with you." Bolivar knew what infatuation was. Though he did not want it to just be that. Opening his mouth slightly he erred for a moment before closing it once more. How can he put such things in words? "Perhaps it's the way she carries herself." Sounding it out aloud Bolivar could not believe it as his hand moved to cover head. It sounded like he was just infatuated after all. "She is an inspirational spirit if that makes any sense. ...Yet she seems so lonely. Am I wrong in thinking like that?” oocIf you are wondering the glyph just says the word Galren. It's a wind blast scroll! Though I'll tell you how strong it is later or if you write it that your doing it I'll put up the effect pronto.

[Shiress]

With a bowl of stew and mug of ale in hand, Shiress stepped across the wooden floor of the tavern. Her hair, pulled tightly together at the back of her neck, swayed across her back as she placed the bowl and ale to the table. The tavern had quietened down a good bit since the busy lunch crowd. Several patrons lingered around the tables, empty bowls and half drained mugs to their front as grand story telling ensued around their company. The barmaid turned just as two new patrons settled into their chairs. Placing her hand towel and tray to the bar, she made her way to the table. Smiling as she approached, she slid up behind one man and offered the other a kind nod of her head. "Hi there, Im Shiress, what can I get for you?" She said as she stepped to the side, her eyes lingering on the pale skinned man before shifting to his company. A polite smile quickly melted into a open mouth gasp. "What...you...Kise. How dare you be here, you shyke." She quickly turned her eyes to his companion then back to Kise. Lost for words, she backed away slightly from the table, turning again to the man opposite Kise as she drew in an unsteady breath. "You should choose your friends more wisely, sir. I'll find someone willing to serve..him." She said, her voice trembling as she turned away from the two.