Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Welcome to Atlantis Academy! (Lia && Chokuro)

Tomias closed his eyes for a moment, trying to keep his deprived self calm. No need to take his sexual anger out on him, right? Looking over at him, he arched a brow once more. "Clearly. Personally, I think it's borderline mental retardation, but that's just me. You put yourself down as an emergency reference. If you die, I'm to call you? No. You need a parent or guardian signature or at least their name I would hope, and you have nothing down for them. I cannot merely take you in. You could be running away from home if you like." He stated before arching a brow. "Were you kicked our or anyhting like that?" if that were the case, he could make an exception.
 
W-what? Isri looked at the man and narrowed his eyes. He wasn't thinking too much, though he wasn't surprised when the vase that had been sitting on one of the shelves in the office suddenly dropped onto the man's head with a spectacular sound. "I have no parents," he answered coldly, eyes still narrowed but searching for other things in the room he could throw. "And I'm not retarded, asshole." He wasn't about to explain his history to a stranger. Especially one who was a dick.
 
"SONOFA--" he cut himself off, rubbing his head where the other dropped the vase. Honestly, he thought it was Nikkos at first, but it was not. The kid was pissed. He rolled his eyes before turning to look at him. "Listen, you little prat. You're accepted into the stupid school. The retardation I'm not quite sure about yet, but here." He took out one of the keys from his desk and slid it across the table to him. "there's your dorm key. You'll get your schedule tonight some time as soon as my head stops throbbing. Now get the fuck out of my office before I throw you on your ass."
 
It was a book this time that dropped on the man's hands as Isri took the key that was slid across the desk to him and left the office without another word. He didn't really care if he got his schedule or not-really he just needed someplace to stay for a little while until he could figure out what to do. There was stripping...if he could figure out a way to pass for eighteen. And prostitution, but that was a bit of a gamble anyway. He didn't want to end up dead or diseased. Or, for that matter, someone's bitch. But those seemed to be his best options as alchemy wasn't one of his talents.

The brunette boy wandered the school for a long while, trying to find his way to the dorm room that was printed on the key. When he finally did, Isri breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like a single room, thank god, and the bed was already made. He collapsed onto it, soaking in the feeling of a soft bed beneath him for the first time in a long time.
 
Walking up to the brunette's room, a boy with bright pink and purple spiked hair stood there. A basket in his hand and he lifted his hand to knock on tue door. Hand sliding into his pocket while he waited for an answer of sorts. He tapped his foot upon the ground, waiting for someone to show up. Answer the door. Or else he was just going to go through it.
 
The school, other than the ass in the office, seemed okay. Nice, even. Isri could find himself being quite comfortable here. Of course, that was until the knock sounded. He groaned and concentrated on the door, but it was only vibrating slightly. He was tired from not sleeping well (as always) and the bursts of magic to assault the administrator earlier. With a little whine, he tried to pull himself up off of the bed, but that didn't work out as planned, either. Finally, he simply called for his visitor to come in. Besides, they probably had the wrong dorm anyway. No one knew him here so why would they be visiting him?
 
Straightening his form, Andres stepped through the door, his basket by his side while he walked over to where the other was. A warm smile pulling to his lips as he did so. "Hello! i'm Andres. I live next door. Brought you a little welcoming basket." He stepped over to him and smiled a little more at his offering. "I assume you had a bad time with Tomias. He's normally not a giant tool. He's just had issues. He's fun once you get to know him!" he giggled softly before swaying on the balls of his feet, turquoise eyes staying to the other. "So. What's your power?"
 
Looking up when the door opened, Isri was a little shocked at the color hair and eyes. But the basket looked nice-in fact, food of any sort was always nice, and welcome-and the boy seemed rather nice, too. He smiled and thanked him without trying to get up again. A little sleep would have him sorted out. "It was fine after the vase dropped on his head," he answered unapologetically. Shrugging he looked over the boy once more. "I move things by thinking about them. Well. Usually. I'm not that good and I get tired real easy still. What do you do?"
 
Andres smiled warmly. "Neat." He admitted and then slid his hands into his back pocket. He pointed to the door that was still closed with his thumb and then turned to look back at the other. "I walk through things," he stated, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "And! There are lots of teachers here to actually help you with controlling your powers." He smiled a bit more, rocking on his feet once more. "Your room's nice. 'least you don't have a roommate."
 
"That's...weird." Isri scrunched his nose a bit to think about it, but shrugged. "I guess nothing's really weird here, huh?" The brunette smiled and looked around a little. "I don't think I was meant to get a room like this. He gave me the key after I'd dropped the vase on his head. I'm sure he wasn't thinking clearly." It didn't really matter-this was his room now and he wouldn't be giving it up for anyone or anything. "What are the students like?" Isri shifted a little and nodded to the chair that sat on the other side of the room. "You don't have to stand."
 
"Thanks." Taking the chair, he pulled it back and sat down on it. Right leg draping over his left and he crossed his arms over his lower torso as he looked over at the male. A warm smile pulled to his lips and he nodded a bit. "They're nice. A few are mean, but most are in the same boat. That they don't know how to really control their powers and need a lot of help among other things. I think you'll like it here."
 
Nodding, Isri continued to take in his surroundings. "What about the food?" Having been deprived of it for all his life, Isri really liked food. Or he liked the thought of it-how could he know if he liked it if he'd never tasted most of it? "Does...does the school have summer break?" It would be difficult if that were the case. Where would he go?
 
Andres happily told the other about everything he could. The food and that it was pretty damn good. Then about the teachers. the breaks. Everything. He really enjoyed talking with Isri. He was nice! So much so that the next morning, he was knocking on his door to walk with him to his class. He did not know if he had the same class as the other, buit he was sure it would be nice to he someone who knew the layout of the school show him around.

"Isri? Are you awake yet?"
 
The night had been nice. He'd never had a friend before (that was what Andres was, right?) and they'd spent a long time talking. And then he had slept. For the first time, he'd slept past eight in the morning and only woke up to the pounding on his door. For a second, Isri's heart jumped into his throat and his eyes flew open. It took him several seconds to remember where he was, and for the voice calling out to him to register. "Uhh yeah?" he called back stretching himself out before swinging his feet to the ground.

Isri had slept in only his boxers and pulled on his clothes from the day before-they were the only ones he had. "I'm dressed. You can come in."
 
Hearing the other call out, he moved through the door once more, not feeling the need to open it since, well, he can move through it. He stepped forward and smiled warmly. "Good morning. Good thing I came early!" He laughed gently, hands linking behind his back while he rolled back and forth on his heels once more. "How did you sleep? Would you like to go to breakfast?"
 
It was odd to see the boy walk through the door. But then, it was odd for most people to see objects floating through the air. Those thoughts disappeared at the mention of food. "Oooh yes!" The food that Andres had described the night before had sounded wonderful and Isri was very anxious to try it. His chocolate eyes glittered at the prospect and he moved forward, picking up his room key so he could lock the door behind them...not that there was anything in the room to steal. "What's your first class?" he asked, as they moved through the hallways.
 
Stepping out as well, his hands slid into his back pockets again as he followed him down the hall. "Defenses. With Relic Lin." he smiled a little more while turning to look at him with interest to his features. "What do you have?"
 
"Umm..." Searching his pockets, the teen pulled out his schedule, which someone had slipped underneath his door later last night. "Some class with...Mr... With Tomias?!" He whimpered, unaware that the man he'd seen yesterday held the same powers as he did. Well wasn't that just great. He was going to be taught how to control his powers by someone who would likely beat the hell out of him to try and "teach" him.
 
Looking down at the schedule, he laughed lightly before he shrugged. "Maybe you'll get lucky and it's his husband?" He offered, opening up the door to the cafeteria and followed after him. He realized that was Tomias' class. He knew the man taught the beginner's learning to control their powers. But hey! Maybe the two changed classes?
 
He whined. Though his attention was taken away when he saw the food. Isri's mouth watered and his troubles with classes were forgotten...for now. The brunette made a bee line to the food and began to pile up a plate full of everything, plus some: waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, French toast, fresh fruit, a bowl of oatmeal, a cup of orange juice and a carton of milk. His mouth was watering just from the smell. "You eat like this all the time??"
 
Andres followed him and plopped a few blueberry pancakes and some fruit onto his plate before he shook his head a bit. "Not like you, but basicaly." He stated, taking his milk and fork and then making his way toward a table. "But yes, the food is always like this. It's good too. Relic makes sure of it." he giggled as he sat down, beginning to eat his food while eyes stayed with the man.
 
He was picking at the fruit before they even got to the table. With each bite, Isri moaned a bit, savoring everything. He'd never had food like this! "I um... I have a fast metabolism..." Sure, it was a lie. But he figured that before he began to gain any weight the novelty of always having enough food would wear off a bit. "So...so will I live through that class?" He supposed that, if it came down to it, he could drop another vase on the man's head and run for it...
 
He thought for a moment and nodded. "You should. You'll be with others who will be able to witness if he's jerkish to you." He gave another nod in agreement of his words and sliced into his food, pulling the pancake into his mouth and smiling a little bit more. "It should be fun! You'll learn how to control your power more so that you can throw more things at Mister Arcule. He's the reason I am good at my power!"
 
Well that was motivation at least. Isri nodded and shoveled in his breakfast, unable to talk further because he was shoving food in faster than he could chew or swallow it. He knew he'd be sick and pay for it later, but right at that moment, he really didn't care. After shoving an apple and a carton of milk in his pocket for later, he skittered off to class a little early, following the directions that Andres had given to him very carefully.

Walking into the classroom, Isri looked around a bit, trying to figure out where to sit. Shrugging, he took a seat at the back of the class, knowing it was the prime spot to observe everything.
 
After quite a bit of begging, bribery, and a few other last resorts, Tomias managed to convince his lover to take the class for him. He did not want to have books 'accidentally' thrown at his head. He would wind up snapping and breaking the boy in half. Or at least imagining it, which really was just as bad. There was no need to kill a student, right? So instead, he kissed his lover as he let him go into the room. Arching a brow as the purple-and-pink-haired boy followed hte new one into the room.

Andres smiled. "I'm skipping Relic's class. Shh." He winked before stepping into the room with a giggle.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom