Charming Boredoms (Phaedra)

[Price]

What... the... fuck?!

These were the only three words running through the martial arts master Richard Price's head as he looked out the cafeteria's window, noticing his girl, as far as he was concerned, with some OTHER prick. His eyes narrowed in disgust at this as he shook his head disapprovingly.

I'M the only prick worth her time, dammit!

A wry smile broke the negative visage of a moment before. The moment of jealousy, anger, and disgust had passed the second it came, leaving in its wake the very thoughts and emotions anyone who knew the boy would expect from him: Competitiveness, cockiness, and an eagerness to show whoever this whack-job was just who Phae was interested in. Almost completely independent of his own consciousness, Price found himself dropping his half-eaten midnight snack of a cheeseburger, standing from his seat, and walking out the glass door, quietly so as to not make a big show of things.

There he was, he and Phae facing away from Price, conversing lightly. Price didn't wait for any kind of circumstantial evidence, he didn't even stop to see what the two were talking about. He simply regulated his breathing, and reached out with his chi, finding the exact resonance of Phae's sword, laying in its sheath on the ground due to her sitting, hilt facing Price. He quickly matched it with his own Chi, and the sword, an inanimate object as it was, became as if it were an extension of himself. Quickly, Price stepped up his pace, using his chi to send the katzbalger singing from its sheath to his right hand. One more step and he was upon them both, the sword to this new prick's throat and a big, cocky grin on his face that only Phae would be able to see, due to the dangerous proximity of the sword to the neck of the other.

"Phae," he began in his usual mocking tone. "Is this guy troubling you? Because let me tell you, his face sure is troubling to me..."

Price snickered and grinned down at the red-headed girl with a wink, the light in his eyes proving to her that he had no intentions of actually cutting this guy like that. The poor guy with the sword to him, on the other hand, wouldn't be privy to this important bit of knowledge.

[Phae]

Phae sat there the stars shining brightly and she looked up at them relaxing herself. But that was until she felt an arm around her waist. She wondered why he was touching her so much. His hand stroked her cheek she pulled away violently from the hand on her face. That was just a bit too intimate when he'd known her all of twenty minutes and he was stroking her face?

She was about to say something when she heard her weapon sing out from its sheath. She turned quickly only in time to see none other then the non existant Blackey suddenly show up. She rolled her blue eyes and stood up her eyes narrowed as she took her sword back with expert grace.

"Firstly, I didn't give either of you permission to touch me. Secondly, Blacky it's so very nice to see you after how long has it been. You can't get jealous you dropped me like last weeks newspaper. We need to talk you jerk." she said pointing her blade at Blacky's chest for a moment before in one swift movement she resheathed it.

She looked at Blacky and took his hand.

"You.. me.. your dorm.. right now. We got things to discuss." she said looking up at him her arms crossed over her chest. She was clearly not a happy camper.

[Yoshinya Eidorian]

Yoshinya's main ability of being a channeler was the sensitivity that made him alert even in this moment as he stood up. There was a faint rattling noise as a chain slowly slid into view glowing with a faint energy. The sound of faint metallic strechings and sharpenings were heard as the chain took the form of Yoshinya's blade which was easily four feet in length. You didn't just threaten someone blindly as blue flames snuffed out and reshaped into a coiling dragon around Yoshinya. Phae had dispatched Blacky oh yes but, Yoshinya wasn't even rattled by that ass's display. The man he studied for a moment and he turned to Phaedra again casually ignoring him for the moment. He gazed at Phaedra calmly seeing that there was a slight twinge here and looked up at her.

"Apologies if I got too close too quick. Guess I was into trying to help you chill and maybe get some rest."

Yoshinya said this to Pha in a whisper as he hadn't even lost his cool but, he wasn't going to let himself be viewed as defenseless by this man.

"I look forward to meeting you again Phae," Yoshinya said softly he was clearly in control of himself and didn't rely on cockiness or show-off idiocies. On no he was just keeping himself prepared as he turned his gaze to Blacky.

"And you sir, for threatening my neck so blatantly and grazing Rilith I look forward to our next encounter where you can't just randomly ambush me," Yoshinya said calmly as he bowed at Phaedra lightly Rilith hissing softly the dragon snuffing out again as he began to walk towards the cafeteria his blade turning back into a chain again and snaking back up his arm.

[Price]

"Hey, last time I checked, you were the one touching me," Price quipped back mock-derisively. If Phae knew Price at all, she would know that jokingly-mocking tone from a mile away. Ignoring whoever this guy was just as much as he was ignoring Price, the martial artist nodded in a rather astonishing display of deferentiality to Phaedra, allowing her to take him to his dorm where she intended to.

Before they could leave, however, the whack-job felt the need to open his mouth, of course. In this situation, it was obvious who was the 'good guy' and who was the 'bad guy'. Tonight, Price was the bad guy, and it was always up to the good guy to have some over-noble and completely rediculous last words to say. Thus, with a fleeting goodbye to Phae and some display of macho wannabe bad-assery to Price, the man turned to leave. As he did, Price remarked offhandedly, more or less verbally dismissing the man's words to him.

"Yeah, yeah, any time, any place, whatever."

Turning back to Phae, Price's eyes softened somewhat, and a little sigh escaped his lips, despite himself.

"Alright, Lucky, lead on. We'll talk."