Post by Hakfu Song on May 27, 2006 0:31:49 GMT -5
Twenty Seven Years
Over twenty seven years to stand where he stood now. Twenty seven years to be in this impossible place. Twenty seven years. There was still so much to learn, and yet, how much time was left? Ah, life: the irony, twists of fate. It seemingly loathed him, and the feeling was mutual. But it seemed, for once, maybe... fate was on his side at last. A floating island school... go figure. No. Don't. The reasoning behind that would probably make his head explode or something... he still had much to learn, and, as far as he knew, he was still an infant in the ways of magical skills in general, especially considering how primitive his ways of magic seemingly was.
Strange, how it was that fate was a dual-wielded blade. In China, he had spent his whole life in that damned orphanage, and had to scrap by on menial tasks at fast food restraunts when he was finally a legal adult.
Sanity.
The only thing that kept his sanity these past few years, it would seem, was his parents house, no matter how many years of decrepetcy that may take its toll on it. It was there that he had found the book, and finally fully awakened himself. It was there that he had come to realize the amount of potential he had. But, despite all the materials, the artifacts, the tarot cards... there was simply not enough books. Nine years spent reading "The Dark History of Summoning Magic", and he had only been able to crack about... seven spells. Nevermind looking for another deity, he had still yet to learn how to find all the spells for just any one deity. So few spells...
Ravenous.
He was ravenous for understanding, ravenous for people like him, ravenous to achieve a greater part of his potential. But, wait... wait...
Stop.
Hakfu wanted to live that moment again... that, ironic twist of fate. Dammit, he was actually happy for once, for, at the time, what seemed to be a horrendous turn of events.
Life: Bless It. Curse It.
Two Weeks Back...
The Monastary. His family was part of a summoning clan for the Monastary. Sitting back on his chair, letting his head fall backwards, he stared morbidly at the ceiling of his parent's abandoned old house. His father's journal was interesting... but only gave clues. Only that afternoon, he had finally mastered Kai's Diablo Breath. Bah, damn thing burned all the weeds in the backyard. And it took him the better part of the year just to get that spell down too. He was thankful, at least, that he had the presumtion to have a fire extinguisher next to him while he was directing Kai... otherwise, it could've turned into another disaster like at Peking's little garden shop.. but, there was no need to get into details on that. Besides, the ceiling water sprinklers, or whatever they were called... too tired to recall... they were working fine.
There was a smile on his face. All of his summons had spells now at least. Slipping back his shirt, he looked at his arm. Bah. So many cuts. At least he was a fast healer... he was just going to assume it was the magic going through its course, he didn't question it. Anyways... there was no more food in that house. Had been living in an abandoned house for eight-and-a-half years.. the least the government could've done for him was give him his house back. Bah.
"Talking to yourself isn't going to fix anything."
Hakfu yawned a little, and stretching out his arms and back, as he leaned over the chair, over the desk, and blew out the candles. Time to sleep anyways.. and find a new job. There was still a list of places, before he would degrade himself to working at McDonalds, at least..
Crap. He needed to buy groceries for himself.
Farmer's Market.
Well, close enough. It was China, so... do the best you can. Go on legs, walk. No car, so, walk. The temptation to summon Dai and cast Boost on himself, just for the sake of a little speed increase was large... but, that would just be an idiotic waste of energy and... well, his soul.
Half an hour later...
The market was finally in view, the satisfaction only being a sigh. However, as Hakfu took a step to check out the bin of tomatoes, among the throngs of people, an outburst was heard. A firm tomato was already in his hand, and he was half-way from putting it in his basket, but, the struggle of voices wouldn't stop. Unable to resist, he turned his head, to see what the huge deal was.
Oh. A thief, that's all.
Finally wrenching the purse from the poor old woman's hand, a crowd of people began to close in on the wife-beater wearing man, when he whirled around, his right hand now had pulled out a gun from his pocket. His left arm still with its death grip on the purse's handle, swung in front of the retreating old woman, and snapped her tightly, close to him, aiming the gun at her head.
Gunmen: "NOBODY MOVE, OR SHE DIES!"
... An armed thief...
Holding up both his hands to the air, as if to ask 'Why now?' he turned back to the bin, and began picking through the tomatoes to see which ones were still firm. Just slice them open, dash a little salt, right... his stomach was grumbling. Putting in three more tomatoes in his carrying bin, he began walking over to the brocilli stall, ignoring the crowds of people and the ever-louder growing shouts, determined that he would eventually be taken into the authorities, if the crowd didn't kill him first, when the crack of a gun was heard, and a yelp.
Swirling around, he saw a sudden break in the crowd, and a wounded man, shot in the knee, his blood spilling into the paved cobblestone of the streets. His jaws dropped. How could that bastard?... How could he..?
ALL FOUR TOMATOES, PRISTINE AND PERFECT, AND IT WAS HIS BIN THAT HIS GUN SHOT THROUGH!?
He bent down, to the broken tomatoes, the tomato stall supervisor wailing out to him, demanding that he pay for the broken merchandise in advance. His hands went below the street-crushed tomatoes, picking them up gently, staring at them, his mouth still open, the tomato stall supervisor mouth still going on, deaf even to him.
Hakfu had wanted those tomatoes.
Hakfu had wanted to eat those tomatoes.
AND HE ONLY HAD FIFTY YEN LEFT.
Hands crushing the remains, he began seething, his neck snapping to the direction of the still struggling gunmen, who was still surrounded by the crowd. Standing up suddenly, he walked past the man, his boot trodding over the victim's wounded knee. Dammit, his tomatoes!
It was a mixture of explosions going on his mind of these past few years and their never-ending frustrations. But deny him a meal with his tomatoes? No.
Stall Supervisor: "You owe me thirty yen for those tomatoes, you know!"
Hakfu soon found himself staring face to face with the gunmen, who now was looking at him, and pointing the gun in his face.
Gunmen: "Back away or I'll shoot you in the face, dammit!"
Opening up his palm, he punched his right hand into it.
"... You destroyed my tomatoes."
Gunmen: "I said, back away, or I shoot!"
Tilting, Hakfu's head stared back, his eyes unblinking, eyes wide, a serious look on his face.
Stall Supervisor: "Are you listening to me!? You owe me thirty yen!"
"You don't seem to understand. You destroyed my tomatoes."
Twitch.
Gunmen: "Yea, and now I'm gonna destroy your face."
The gunmen's right thumb cocked back, the trigger slowly given a squeeze...
Ducking down, and whipping out his Ritual Dagger, he sliced open his own left wrist, and grunted, while grabbing for his packet of blank tarrot cards, with his left hand, a look of bewilder at the sudden acts of movement between the two. The blood still dripping off the tip of the dagger, Hakfu quickly scribbled "Kai" onto the tarot card, and stood back up, and held it between himself and the gunmen.
Bystander: "What the hell..?"
Gunmen: "What're you doing!?"
Bystander #2: "Is this guy crazy?"
Stall Supervisor: "You owe me thirty yen, dammit!"
Muttering.. praying... muttering...
[shadow=brown,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"Hirthos divinity firago Kantan erupa van firmanent des dei Kai."[/glow][/shadow]
Immediatly, the tarot card burst into flames, and he backed away, the gunmen dropping his gun, falling back on his a**, as a deity appeared.
Gunmen: "What the hell...!?"
Standing next to the deity, Hakfu gave a finally happy, if sadistic looking smile.
"Kai, gunmen, gunmen, Kai! Shake hands, i'm introducing you two to each other."
[shadow=brown,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Kai: "Ish nuu?"[/glow][/shadow]
Extending his arms out before himself, pointing them at the gunmen who was now beginning to scramble backwards in his sitting down position, both hands opened out wide, palms facing the enemy, the hands tilted to each other in a fourty-five degree angle, upwards. The muttering began again..
"Kai, Deity of Fire and Anger, breathe on him. Inferno de Ragross und Fier."
[shadow=brown,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"Ish nuu."[/glow][/shadow]
He could already feel a huge drain on his body, the fatigue, the indescribable fatigue... dammit, frustration, it was all too much. He only knew about less then a dozen spells, and he was twenty-seven years old! His life sucked... and at this moment, he wanted at least one other person who's life sucked even more then his.
"This is for my tomatoes."
Kai began to amass a small ball of fire and energy, forming a sphere the size of your head, hands encircling it, making a one-thousand eighty degree encirclement around it. Pressure and intensity grew, around this ball, until finally, as the gunmen stood up, Kai whirled around its disembodied hands and whirled it at them.
Swirling around him, the fire covered the entire body of the gunmen, as it spilt all over him, the magical energies still feeding the fire, as he attempted to roll on the ground to put it out, while screaming.
Gunmen: "AHHH! AHHH! IT BURNS! IT BURNS! IT BURNS WITH A THOUSAND EVILS!"
The fire, able to feed on the stalls, began to spread. Ah crap.
: "A magic user! Get him! Capture him!"
What!?
How did they know... nevermind. Now was the time to run. He turned to Kai, and aimed his palm at his deity, focusing his energy and soul into it.
"Dismiss!"
Kai nodded, and disappeared into a cloud of smoke, but a sudden pang of weakness went over his body. Dammit... he didn't use that much energy... guess he was still recovering from his training sessions... in the cloud of smoke though, he began to run, using fences, people, everything as cover.
Someone knew he could use magic, and they wanted to capture him. Who wouldn't run?
Twenty-five minutes later...
He was running as fast as he could, but, he could already hear the sirens. Dammit, why did gas have to be so expensive? Why didn't he by a scooter at least? Wait... he slowed down. There was a man at his parent's house's door. Why couldn't he bring himself to call it his house? The sirens grew louder.
As if on que, the old man noticed this as well, and turned around, seeing Hakfu, who, upon seeing this realization, whipped out his Ritual Dagger and a tarot card, ready to summon again. At least, he'd black out, he didn't nearly have enough energy to summon again. Fatigue. Ah, so strong.. his knees were shaking. But the old man held up his right hand, the palm facing to him, a kindly look on his face, but his voice with a tone of haste.
: "Come, I am here for peaceful meanings. I am from the Arcane Academy... we detected you when you started using magic at the marke-"
What..? Okay... what the hell was going on? He put away his tarot card, but unsheathed his dagger. Arcane Academy? There was a suspicious look on his face.
"... Sir, you're a hobo, and you're on my property smoking weed. Either get out of here, or share it. I hear a first time is the best."
The old man smiled, and pointed at the broken door. It opened. Hakfu's left brow lifted.. then, with the flick of the old man's wrist, the dagger wasn't in Hakfu's hands anymore. The old man had it, and was clicking his tongue, as if in disappointment.
: ".. So primitive... ah well. Pack your things. In case you can't already tell, I'm from a school of magic."
He was on weed. Nodding his head, he decided to play along, walking to the front door, opening and closing it, noticing how it wasn't getting stuck, and how shiny it now seemed.
"... Yea, your bringing me to Hogwartz then, meet with Mr. HP and see that Dumbldore dies?"
The old man's face immediatly went taut, and pointed a finger in Hakfu's face. His lips went to move, but couldn't open. Leaning over to Hakfu's ear, the old man hissed..
: "Never mention that again. That's a blasphemy to our culture."
His lips opened again, and he took a deep breath, and started walking inside. Okay... this was getting strange, getting stranger. Yes, there was bound to be people besides himself with magic, considering his dad, and how he belonged to...
Right. His father belonged to the Monastary!
"Wait a minute... are you from the Monastary?"
There was a strange exchange of looks, where the old man just shook his head, laughing a little, while pointing on the floor, with all of Hakfu's wordly items packed nicely in two briefcases.
: "Oh, heaven's no. I said the Arcane Academy. Now come, Hakfu-"
He knew his name as well..? Sigh...
: "I'm a teleporter. Just.. here, read this, and welcome to your new home. It's safer there, and you can practice without worry, at the training area.."
The book was shoved into his hands. "The Arcane Academy: A History". That's it? No verbal explanation? But, a snap of the finger, and everything went black.
He felt like he was being driven into a thousand pieces...
When his sight came back to, he found himself at the edge of... what appeared to be a floating island. Rushing towards the center of it, he found a bench, and began to read..
Hours were spent on that bench reading that book. He devoured it. When he stood up, he unpacked his brief cases, and took out his father's summoner's robe. Looking around, he found himself alone, and put on his father's robes..
Now, to Order Lunch.
After registering, and getting his stuff into his dorms, he found himself in the libraries often, but, despite the amount of people around him, he never bothered to talk. Less hastle... and he wanted to avoid getting into trouble like he did on the ground. Now to order lunch... taking a few steps, his fan strapped to robe's right thigh's cover, he nodded to the lunch lady.
"Uh, yes, one tomato, with that hamburger.. thanks."
She flicked her fingers at his plate, and the hamburger and tomato appeared. He looked at the lunch lady, smiling affectionatley. God, he loved this place. Going to one of the lunch tables, he sat down, breaking open the tomato, and putting a dash of salt onto. Delicious.
Over twenty seven years to stand where he stood now. Twenty seven years to be in this impossible place. Twenty seven years. There was still so much to learn, and yet, how much time was left? Ah, life: the irony, twists of fate. It seemingly loathed him, and the feeling was mutual. But it seemed, for once, maybe... fate was on his side at last. A floating island school... go figure. No. Don't. The reasoning behind that would probably make his head explode or something... he still had much to learn, and, as far as he knew, he was still an infant in the ways of magical skills in general, especially considering how primitive his ways of magic seemingly was.
Strange, how it was that fate was a dual-wielded blade. In China, he had spent his whole life in that damned orphanage, and had to scrap by on menial tasks at fast food restraunts when he was finally a legal adult.
Sanity.
The only thing that kept his sanity these past few years, it would seem, was his parents house, no matter how many years of decrepetcy that may take its toll on it. It was there that he had found the book, and finally fully awakened himself. It was there that he had come to realize the amount of potential he had. But, despite all the materials, the artifacts, the tarot cards... there was simply not enough books. Nine years spent reading "The Dark History of Summoning Magic", and he had only been able to crack about... seven spells. Nevermind looking for another deity, he had still yet to learn how to find all the spells for just any one deity. So few spells...
Ravenous.
He was ravenous for understanding, ravenous for people like him, ravenous to achieve a greater part of his potential. But, wait... wait...
Stop.
Hakfu wanted to live that moment again... that, ironic twist of fate. Dammit, he was actually happy for once, for, at the time, what seemed to be a horrendous turn of events.
* * * * * * *
Life: Bless It. Curse It.
Two Weeks Back...
The Monastary. His family was part of a summoning clan for the Monastary. Sitting back on his chair, letting his head fall backwards, he stared morbidly at the ceiling of his parent's abandoned old house. His father's journal was interesting... but only gave clues. Only that afternoon, he had finally mastered Kai's Diablo Breath. Bah, damn thing burned all the weeds in the backyard. And it took him the better part of the year just to get that spell down too. He was thankful, at least, that he had the presumtion to have a fire extinguisher next to him while he was directing Kai... otherwise, it could've turned into another disaster like at Peking's little garden shop.. but, there was no need to get into details on that. Besides, the ceiling water sprinklers, or whatever they were called... too tired to recall... they were working fine.
There was a smile on his face. All of his summons had spells now at least. Slipping back his shirt, he looked at his arm. Bah. So many cuts. At least he was a fast healer... he was just going to assume it was the magic going through its course, he didn't question it. Anyways... there was no more food in that house. Had been living in an abandoned house for eight-and-a-half years.. the least the government could've done for him was give him his house back. Bah.
"Talking to yourself isn't going to fix anything."
Hakfu yawned a little, and stretching out his arms and back, as he leaned over the chair, over the desk, and blew out the candles. Time to sleep anyways.. and find a new job. There was still a list of places, before he would degrade himself to working at McDonalds, at least..
Crap. He needed to buy groceries for himself.
* * * * * * *
Farmer's Market.
Well, close enough. It was China, so... do the best you can. Go on legs, walk. No car, so, walk. The temptation to summon Dai and cast Boost on himself, just for the sake of a little speed increase was large... but, that would just be an idiotic waste of energy and... well, his soul.
Half an hour later...
The market was finally in view, the satisfaction only being a sigh. However, as Hakfu took a step to check out the bin of tomatoes, among the throngs of people, an outburst was heard. A firm tomato was already in his hand, and he was half-way from putting it in his basket, but, the struggle of voices wouldn't stop. Unable to resist, he turned his head, to see what the huge deal was.
Oh. A thief, that's all.
Finally wrenching the purse from the poor old woman's hand, a crowd of people began to close in on the wife-beater wearing man, when he whirled around, his right hand now had pulled out a gun from his pocket. His left arm still with its death grip on the purse's handle, swung in front of the retreating old woman, and snapped her tightly, close to him, aiming the gun at her head.
Gunmen: "NOBODY MOVE, OR SHE DIES!"
... An armed thief...
Holding up both his hands to the air, as if to ask 'Why now?' he turned back to the bin, and began picking through the tomatoes to see which ones were still firm. Just slice them open, dash a little salt, right... his stomach was grumbling. Putting in three more tomatoes in his carrying bin, he began walking over to the brocilli stall, ignoring the crowds of people and the ever-louder growing shouts, determined that he would eventually be taken into the authorities, if the crowd didn't kill him first, when the crack of a gun was heard, and a yelp.
Swirling around, he saw a sudden break in the crowd, and a wounded man, shot in the knee, his blood spilling into the paved cobblestone of the streets. His jaws dropped. How could that bastard?... How could he..?
ALL FOUR TOMATOES, PRISTINE AND PERFECT, AND IT WAS HIS BIN THAT HIS GUN SHOT THROUGH!?
He bent down, to the broken tomatoes, the tomato stall supervisor wailing out to him, demanding that he pay for the broken merchandise in advance. His hands went below the street-crushed tomatoes, picking them up gently, staring at them, his mouth still open, the tomato stall supervisor mouth still going on, deaf even to him.
Hakfu had wanted those tomatoes.
Hakfu had wanted to eat those tomatoes.
AND HE ONLY HAD FIFTY YEN LEFT.
Hands crushing the remains, he began seething, his neck snapping to the direction of the still struggling gunmen, who was still surrounded by the crowd. Standing up suddenly, he walked past the man, his boot trodding over the victim's wounded knee. Dammit, his tomatoes!
It was a mixture of explosions going on his mind of these past few years and their never-ending frustrations. But deny him a meal with his tomatoes? No.
Stall Supervisor: "You owe me thirty yen for those tomatoes, you know!"
Hakfu soon found himself staring face to face with the gunmen, who now was looking at him, and pointing the gun in his face.
Gunmen: "Back away or I'll shoot you in the face, dammit!"
Opening up his palm, he punched his right hand into it.
"... You destroyed my tomatoes."
Gunmen: "I said, back away, or I shoot!"
Tilting, Hakfu's head stared back, his eyes unblinking, eyes wide, a serious look on his face.
Stall Supervisor: "Are you listening to me!? You owe me thirty yen!"
"You don't seem to understand. You destroyed my tomatoes."
Twitch.
Gunmen: "Yea, and now I'm gonna destroy your face."
The gunmen's right thumb cocked back, the trigger slowly given a squeeze...
Ducking down, and whipping out his Ritual Dagger, he sliced open his own left wrist, and grunted, while grabbing for his packet of blank tarrot cards, with his left hand, a look of bewilder at the sudden acts of movement between the two. The blood still dripping off the tip of the dagger, Hakfu quickly scribbled "Kai" onto the tarot card, and stood back up, and held it between himself and the gunmen.
Bystander: "What the hell..?"
Gunmen: "What're you doing!?"
Bystander #2: "Is this guy crazy?"
Stall Supervisor: "You owe me thirty yen, dammit!"
Muttering.. praying... muttering...
[shadow=brown,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"Hirthos divinity firago Kantan erupa van firmanent des dei Kai."[/glow][/shadow]
Immediatly, the tarot card burst into flames, and he backed away, the gunmen dropping his gun, falling back on his a**, as a deity appeared.
Gunmen: "What the hell...!?"
Standing next to the deity, Hakfu gave a finally happy, if sadistic looking smile.
"Kai, gunmen, gunmen, Kai! Shake hands, i'm introducing you two to each other."
[shadow=brown,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Kai: "Ish nuu?"[/glow][/shadow]
Extending his arms out before himself, pointing them at the gunmen who was now beginning to scramble backwards in his sitting down position, both hands opened out wide, palms facing the enemy, the hands tilted to each other in a fourty-five degree angle, upwards. The muttering began again..
"Kai, Deity of Fire and Anger, breathe on him. Inferno de Ragross und Fier."
[shadow=brown,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"Ish nuu."[/glow][/shadow]
He could already feel a huge drain on his body, the fatigue, the indescribable fatigue... dammit, frustration, it was all too much. He only knew about less then a dozen spells, and he was twenty-seven years old! His life sucked... and at this moment, he wanted at least one other person who's life sucked even more then his.
"This is for my tomatoes."
Kai began to amass a small ball of fire and energy, forming a sphere the size of your head, hands encircling it, making a one-thousand eighty degree encirclement around it. Pressure and intensity grew, around this ball, until finally, as the gunmen stood up, Kai whirled around its disembodied hands and whirled it at them.
Swirling around him, the fire covered the entire body of the gunmen, as it spilt all over him, the magical energies still feeding the fire, as he attempted to roll on the ground to put it out, while screaming.
Gunmen: "AHHH! AHHH! IT BURNS! IT BURNS! IT BURNS WITH A THOUSAND EVILS!"
The fire, able to feed on the stalls, began to spread. Ah crap.
: "A magic user! Get him! Capture him!"What!?
How did they know... nevermind. Now was the time to run. He turned to Kai, and aimed his palm at his deity, focusing his energy and soul into it.
"Dismiss!"
Kai nodded, and disappeared into a cloud of smoke, but a sudden pang of weakness went over his body. Dammit... he didn't use that much energy... guess he was still recovering from his training sessions... in the cloud of smoke though, he began to run, using fences, people, everything as cover.
Someone knew he could use magic, and they wanted to capture him. Who wouldn't run?
Twenty-five minutes later...
He was running as fast as he could, but, he could already hear the sirens. Dammit, why did gas have to be so expensive? Why didn't he by a scooter at least? Wait... he slowed down. There was a man at his parent's house's door. Why couldn't he bring himself to call it his house? The sirens grew louder.
As if on que, the old man noticed this as well, and turned around, seeing Hakfu, who, upon seeing this realization, whipped out his Ritual Dagger and a tarot card, ready to summon again. At least, he'd black out, he didn't nearly have enough energy to summon again. Fatigue. Ah, so strong.. his knees were shaking. But the old man held up his right hand, the palm facing to him, a kindly look on his face, but his voice with a tone of haste.
: "Come, I am here for peaceful meanings. I am from the Arcane Academy... we detected you when you started using magic at the marke-"What..? Okay... what the hell was going on? He put away his tarot card, but unsheathed his dagger. Arcane Academy? There was a suspicious look on his face.
"... Sir, you're a hobo, and you're on my property smoking weed. Either get out of here, or share it. I hear a first time is the best."
The old man smiled, and pointed at the broken door. It opened. Hakfu's left brow lifted.. then, with the flick of the old man's wrist, the dagger wasn't in Hakfu's hands anymore. The old man had it, and was clicking his tongue, as if in disappointment.
: ".. So primitive... ah well. Pack your things. In case you can't already tell, I'm from a school of magic."He was on weed. Nodding his head, he decided to play along, walking to the front door, opening and closing it, noticing how it wasn't getting stuck, and how shiny it now seemed.
"... Yea, your bringing me to Hogwartz then, meet with Mr. HP and see that Dumbldore dies?"
The old man's face immediatly went taut, and pointed a finger in Hakfu's face. His lips went to move, but couldn't open. Leaning over to Hakfu's ear, the old man hissed..
: "Never mention that again. That's a blasphemy to our culture."His lips opened again, and he took a deep breath, and started walking inside. Okay... this was getting strange, getting stranger. Yes, there was bound to be people besides himself with magic, considering his dad, and how he belonged to...
Right. His father belonged to the Monastary!
"Wait a minute... are you from the Monastary?"
There was a strange exchange of looks, where the old man just shook his head, laughing a little, while pointing on the floor, with all of Hakfu's wordly items packed nicely in two briefcases.
: "Oh, heaven's no. I said the Arcane Academy. Now come, Hakfu-"He knew his name as well..? Sigh...
: "I'm a teleporter. Just.. here, read this, and welcome to your new home. It's safer there, and you can practice without worry, at the training area.."The book was shoved into his hands. "The Arcane Academy: A History". That's it? No verbal explanation? But, a snap of the finger, and everything went black.
He felt like he was being driven into a thousand pieces...
When his sight came back to, he found himself at the edge of... what appeared to be a floating island. Rushing towards the center of it, he found a bench, and began to read..
Hours were spent on that bench reading that book. He devoured it. When he stood up, he unpacked his brief cases, and took out his father's summoner's robe. Looking around, he found himself alone, and put on his father's robes..
Now, to Order Lunch.
After registering, and getting his stuff into his dorms, he found himself in the libraries often, but, despite the amount of people around him, he never bothered to talk. Less hastle... and he wanted to avoid getting into trouble like he did on the ground. Now to order lunch... taking a few steps, his fan strapped to robe's right thigh's cover, he nodded to the lunch lady.
"Uh, yes, one tomato, with that hamburger.. thanks."
She flicked her fingers at his plate, and the hamburger and tomato appeared. He looked at the lunch lady, smiling affectionatley. God, he loved this place. Going to one of the lunch tables, he sat down, breaking open the tomato, and putting a dash of salt onto. Delicious.
