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Post by TheHappyHippie97 on Jul 12, 2012 22:14:04 GMT 1
Frey was walking around in that strange place known as Alegra, wondering about his new 'home', Scream Academy. First he was kind of afraid of that school, but after a while he had realized, that the people living there were actually very nice. At least most of them.
The colourful boy caught the sight of a lot of people which were still outside at such a late hour and the half wizard could feel their gazes laying on him. But he didn't really mind, since he was quite used to it.
Frey was waving at a little kid behind him with a friendly smile on his face, when he suddenly bumped into something, landing on his butt. "Ouch...", he muttered and looked up, seeing a huge man with an angry look on his face staring down at him. "What the hell are you doing?! Watch where you're going, you little prick!" The stranger shouted with an agressive voice and raised his palm, ready to hit the colourful one on the ground. Frey hid his face, shaking with fear. "I-I'm very s-sorry, sir!", he muttered. The boy was terrified, remembering the horrible things he had to experience as a kid. His whole body was trembling, tears running down his pale cheeks. "P-Please...don't..."
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Post by Meduzia on Jul 19, 2012 13:47:07 GMT 1
Once again, after many months, Ramiel found himself back in Alegra. The town was just as he remembered - colorful, bright, cheerful. As bright as it could be, that is, with all the clouds piled on each other. He frowned looking at the sky and blinked. Why was he here again?Ah, blissful ignorance. He wanted to escape students. That is going to be his new excuse, though the man new it is far from truth. Ramiel liked his new job as the headmaster way better than his job as Alegra ruler. For a town so bright and seemingly carefree, people caused a lot of problem. He vaguely though how the judge had it easy compared to him.
Sighing, he strolled down the crowded street when he noticed two people who were arguing. It was not on him to get involved - that is, until he noticed that large man appeared to be shouting at the crying teen. Not to be mistaken, he did not particularly feel like hero that day. But the teen appeared very familiar. Sure, Alegrians were colorful anyway. But he couldn't get away from the feeling that he has already seen this one somewhere.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen~!" - he approached the two with his best laid-back attitude - "What seems to be the problem?"
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Post by TheHappyHippie97 on Jul 19, 2012 22:56:25 GMT 1
Wiping away the few tears wich had escaped his fearfully closed eyes sith his sleeve, which was hiding his pale face, Frey just waited for the pain to come, expecting a beating from that large man he had bumped into. His body was still shaking a bit and the boy tried to prepare himself for the first punch, which luckyly never arrived. After a few moments had passed without blood flowing, the half wizard risked to peek through his arms, which were raised in front of him in order to protect himself from serious injuries. He had experienced this kind of situation a whole lot of times before, knowing how to act in case of a punch. He knew how to avoid being beaten to death...
The dangerous stranger was standing right in front of him, the huge palm still raised, but seemed like something distracted him, making the man freeze in his movement. Curiously, the colourful boy lowered his arms, seeing a blonde male right next to the brutal scene. Frey didn't know him, but he looked kind of familiar... When the young man asked them about their problem, the aggressive fellow raised an eyebrow, looking at him. "This little punk just bumped into me!", he stated angryly, glaring at the boy which was still sitting on the ground, muttering another "I'm sorry..."
Suddenly Frey's instincts presented him a rather questionable plan and he saw his chance to flee now that his attacker was distracted. Quickly he got up with a swift motion, started running towards his 'savior' and grabbed his arm, dragging him along, running away from the pissed shouts, almost as fast as a rabbit. He was used to running away afger all...
A few minutes later he stopped at a less crowded place, letting go of the man's arm, smiling at his triumph. "Thank you, sir, you really helped me there!"
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Post by Meduzia on Jul 20, 2012 19:00:44 GMT 1
Ramiel stared gloolmy at the huge man. He was indeed bigger than Ramiel himself - but the said blonde's ego made up for the difference. The truth was, man's face was familiar to Ramiel as well. Illusions changed in front of his eyes: his father as the ruler, pictures of war he knew yet never seen in real life, his desk in Alegra and job as the president, his office in the Academy..... The illusions quickly changed backwards to his time as the mayor. So that's where he's seen this man. A perfect specimen of male dominance. Ramiel inwardly made a face and thought of something witty to say, something that was boud to piss off.... Perhaps to jog the memory of an old bully and prove that he was as powerful as ever. He didn't really have chance to show off often.. Then it appeared to him that he's just as that man over there.
He didn't, however, have the the chance to ponder on this as he was pulled to the side and away by the colorful boy. His long legs gave into good use for once and he was running just as fast as the younger boy - not that he was old, mind you. As they stopped, he thanked his form for he didn't even have to catch breath. He was good at running; else he surely would've had more detention slips while in school.
"You are welcome, darling~!" - he said with his usual smile - "Care explaining what that was about?"
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Post by TheHappyHippie97 on Aug 19, 2012 0:31:10 GMT 1
A relieved sigh escaped Frey's lips as he looked around, noticing nothing abnormal. They had left that terrible giant who had tried ti gibe him a good beating behind, thank god. But the boy was already used to running away like that...or else he would have died a long time ago!
Feeling his heartbeat calming down, the colorful fellow smiled brightly at the blonde man and sat down on the ground, happy about his situation and the saved evening.
"Oh it was just...he was right, I didn't pay attention and bumped into him. Some people just don't react too well to brats like me annoying them, haha..."
He explained, laughig a bit. Yes, he knew those kind of people quite well...and also the feeling of their punchs. It wasn't a nice feeling. But still, the student didn't hate those people...actually, he didn't really hate anyone.
Looking back at the man he stood up and held out a hand towards him, smiling.
"I'm Frey Worthington...and sorry about before..."
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Post by Meduzia on Aug 19, 2012 18:03:44 GMT 1
"I still think he was overreacting." - Ramiel said with a small nod - "But important is, you are alright, aren't you?"
Not waiting for a proper answer, Ramiel turned Frey over and checked him up and down, front and back. Though he supposed nothing happened to the boy, he still decided to make sure.
"It's OK." - he said with a smile when the other apologized - "That doesn't happened around here a lot-- at least it didn't."
"You are a student in the Academy, Frey, aren't you?" - he asked, the name sounding very familiar now. After all, Ramiel has known all the students, by their names at least. - "I am Ramiel Bauman." - he introduced himself.
Just then, he decided to let go as apparently, he was alright. Ramiel was used to whining kids - he was the type who put up with their crying and whining and he was the type the opened up to. Usually.
"So, what were you searching for in Alegra?"
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Post by TheHappyHippie97 on Sept 2, 2012 12:38:03 GMT 1
"Well, he probably wa-"
Frey couldn't finish his sentence because of the surprise given to him by the familiar man. She just turned the boy over, checking him up as if he would look at his own son and the half wizard wasn't used to people being worried about him. It has been too long since the last time...
"E-Ehm, I'm fine, thank y-you..."
He answered with a friendly smile and was pretty grateful to the not-so-stranger. He sat down on the ground and brought his knees in, resting his chin on them, smiling up at the blonde man.
"Oh...yes I am. Hm...Ramiel Bauman...yes, you're the headmaster, aren't you?"
Now he remembered. That was why he found the man so familiar! A bright brin appeared on Frey's young face.
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Post by Meduzia on Oct 6, 2012 10:42:47 GMT 1
"Not probably, deary, he surely was. Some men just can't be left on their own, don't you agree?"
Through the extensive used or 'dear, deary, darling, honey, dearest, beloved' and so on, one would probably recognize Ramiel without even so much as trying. And when he actually asked Frey for agreement, he did not actually mean it. He was more of prompting the boy to speak on - after all, Ramiel was talkative, but - unlike most of his friends - he did not find one-sided conversation very thrilling.
"Anytime. If you ever need something, darling, be sure to bug me. My days do get a bit dull." - he offered with a sincere smile. As Frey sat down, Ramiel mimicked his action, only sitting cross-legged on the ground next to the box and leaning his back on the building behind.
"Oh, so I happen to be." - he confirmed with a soft hum. The Headmaster. He used to think it was useless title, but the brats just grew on him. - "Hopefully nobody hates me for that."
Outside he chuckled, but inside he could be crying with laughter. While Ramiel used to lie to himself all the time, he was very aware students didn't hate him. Much. Or they at least liked him - he was a rather poor excuse for headmaster, but then again, that's what students wanted him to be.
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