So this is my life?

[Leon]

Same old same old now that he was back at the Academy. Alone, intimidated, average, constent. Nothing new ever happened. Due to the rules he left his spear in his dorm room. The halls filled and quickly emptied as if the itme limit between classes was their reason for existing. Leon did the same but at a slower pase, he waited for the croweds to die down as he hid in a corner or tried to stay invisible. He made his way from class to class as usual, learning and listening. He went to lunch grabbed his food and left as fast as he could, to the yard out front with his food to try and get away fromt he crowed of the lunch room.

His only friend, if he had one was Tai, his summon, who he communicated with unknowingly as if he where a split personality, his thoughts where Tai's thoughts and vise versa. It was almost like every since his journey back to his village that the average every day wasn't enough. Missions almost lost their flavor and excitement. Running into one of his cousins in his journey and being forced to kill him was something he never thought would happen. But he was almost wishin ghe could relive it for something more. Something that was missing. Any kind of interaction with someone else.

[The Helper]

OOC: My single, non-commital post, to welcome you back to AA.

PANTY THIEF...

...Through the yard, a shirtless man was seen, running, right hand down his pants, a flurry of apparently stolen bras and panties stuffed down his jeans, as he ran by Leon, a mob of angry women chasing after him, some holding up their shirts, others pulling up their skirts. Apparently, he just ripped these things off while they were still on the owners...

"...Uwawawawawawawawawawa...."

For a moment, he spotted a kid, just eating his lunch, when a very small thong flew out, and landed right beside the kid... but Mr. Winklewood simply had too much down his pants right now. It was literally flying out of his pants, trailing after him in the wind, along with the angry mob...

Yup. Just another typical day.

...He was masturbating with their panties, wasn't he?...

[Leon]

((OoC: It's times like these I find it difficult to RP someone who knows nothing. XD))

Looking up from his lunch for a moment as he heard the oddest sound, it was uncommon in this particular area of the school to even see people running around like that, but to see what Leon just saw. For the first time in his life. He recieved a bloody nose, yet no physical damage had been contributed to it. He noted the piece of cloth that landed next to him and grabbed the strap with his index finger and thumb with a curiouse unknowing look. He raised it up infront of him and examed it better, but then one of the rampaging girls walked over noting who's panties he had in his hand.

"PERVERT!"

"Huh?"

SMACK!!

The sound echoed through the yard as he was knocked flying to the side, first into the dirt and would proceed into a rag dollish skidding stop as he was face first into the ground. The girl putting her panties back on and to continue the chase for her bra. Seemed the thief got her entire set and didn't have time to stay and pummle Leon. A few seconds later he was getting up.

"That hurt."

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan was wandering about during his lunch hour. Despite the academies host of chefs, the food never appealed to him. As a hunter, he was content to just eat some jerky from what ever animals he found on the hunt or what ever Igneus didn't eat.

Now, granted, that wasn't the healthiest thing in the world for him, but as a Crusnik, it was enough to keep him going and in good physical condition.

He wandered out to the front yard, if that's what you'd call it, of the Academy, a place that had its appeal when the black clad man couldn't go to the Training grounds. An eyebrow was raised at the sound of what sounded like a stampede and screeching. Normally, he'd take cover and draw his weapons, but while he was on Babylos, this was an unfortunately common occurance.

Tristan's head dropped and began to shake as the resident class-A perv, Professor Winklewood, sped by. A few seconds later, "Pervert!" Which raised another eyebrow. That same eyebrow went up even higher when a young blonde boy came crashing into the dirt, and slid to a halt next to the hunter.

As the stampede of girls charged past, Tristan crouched down, facing the downed young man and asked, "Hey, you still alive?" A reasonable enough question for the fact that the poor kid had just went soaring head first into the dirt after some chick bitchslapped him. Tristan had on all his weapons except for his hunting rifle, rules or no, none of the staff ever bothered him about them as long as he didn't use them inside the school.

The kid then started to stand, and it was obvious he was still alive, and still conscious. Standing, the hunter asked, "What the hell did you do to her...? Or was it the idiot running infront of them and you got blamed?"

[Leon]

The brown eyes fo the boy looked to the person who asked him the questions. Yay someone to talk to or interact with, but there was always the possibility he was a raving lunatic and could go off at any moment, which hopefully was untrue, cause Leon despite his shy and held back nature, really liked having friends. He rubbed his cheek as he stood completely, his spiked hair unresponsive to the motion as if stuck in place.

"I dont know. . . I picked up this cloth thing and. . . All of a sudden I ended up over here."

Now was when he got a good look at the person dressed in all black. Black hair and even his eyes where dark Leon believed them to be black. He hadn't run into many people wearing completely black before, nor having hte feeling of something more to them. But that was just his first impression. Kinda a intuition of sight intot he persons appearance, still said almost nothing to him about how he acted.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

"Tch...Figures." He said first, after hearing the boy's answers. "The idiot running from the herd was Professor Winklewood. He's basically the resident pervert of both the Academy and Babylos. Dumbass probably dropped something in your lap while he was running and you took the blame." He finished, looking over the boy for quick assessment.

He was probably still in his teens, but upper so, and he looked Japanese. Nothing was certian though, hell there were humanoid demons who were several hundred years old, yet looked to be in their twenties. "Name's Tristan." The crunsik said, extending a gauntleted hand. Since being on Babylos, he'd grown relatively friendly, to the point of common pleasantries at least.

Surprisingly enough, the boy didn't look even the slightest bit intimidated. Granted, the city was full of freaky lookin' basterds, but it wasn't uncommon for Tristan to get a 'Holy shit, look at this guy!' sort of look from people he first met, after all he looked like an executioner, without the hood. The look was even garnished by the handle and pommel of Tristan's single edge longsword popping up over his left shoulder.

[Leon]

Leon observed the body language of this particular person to be oddly original, well from the small experience wiht being with other people. Leon had spent most of his life alone, so could be considered slightly odd. He heard the name and looked at the hand with a questioning expression, kinda like how a dog tilts its head an dits ears raise up. But then Tai explained the best he could, well as he usually did.

"He wants you to shake his hand."

'Ohhh~ Hand shake.'

Leon would then smile wide and reach out hsi hand to shake his respectfully, as Tai had taught him. Yes thats right, he was so ignorant of the regular ways of going about things he didn't even know about the hand shake. And for future reference, Tai is Leons elemental summon a very old creature who had made a deal with Leon to protect him if need be.

"Now you say your name."

"My name is Leon."

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan was slightly bewildered by the confused expression on the boy's face. Granted, Tristan had alot of experience with people not understanding what he was doing, after all he went around the world constantly into different customs, but the hand-shake was rather universal. When the young man finally realized what the hunter was doing, Tristan gripped the returned hand, and gave it a firm shake.

"Leon huh? The bold lion. Good name." Tristan said, the old world nationalities in him showing forth. "You new here? I don't pretend to know every one, but I've still never seen you on Babylos." He asked, bringing his hand back to his side. The surge of women could still be heard from such a distance as they chased down the imbecile of a teacher. [That woman would have caught him already.] Tristan thought to himself, remembering the fire headed woman who'd man handled Winklewood on Tristan's first day in the Academy.

[Leon]

"No. . . I've just been. . . At home."

There went the regular long outdrawn sentences Leon had. He wasn't much of a talker. He didn't have good social skills, but he was working on it. Of course one could never become well versed with every type of person unless you where willing to commite to it. And home meaning asia, where his clan was whipped off the face of the earth, almost. The blonde boy's eyes opened widely for a second as he felt.

A pinch.

A pinch? Yep he felt a pinch. But there was only one thing that pinched him before, and he was almost certain he left it in his room with his spear. But as he learned by looking at his arm he was wrong. His mechanical preying mantis had somehow followed him out of the dorm and seemed to be hungry. As the man Torm that gave him this little friend said, you had to feed it with mana. He pulled it off his arm and let it stand in his hand. With the free one he teased it with a few mana sparks. In reaction it swayed back and forth. Soon he began to feed it some of his electric mana, since that and fire where the only two types he was aware of in his own mind.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

"I see." Tristan said simply at the answer he'd recieved. A short, slightly awkward pause ensued, which was ended by an unusual sight, a mechanical bug. Leon took the bug from his arm and began shooting electrical energy at it, which gave Tristan's eyebrow a further workout as it raised to its' limits. "...Interesting... pet you have there..." Is all he could really manage.

The metal praying mantis seemed to be absorbing the electricity, and not being a technomancer in any sense short of a bit of alchemy, Tristan had no idea what the boy was doing. Morning. Igneus reached out lazily with his mind. [You lazy basterd, it's past noon.]

So?[/i] Tristan then shook his head. He understood that most people didn't wake at the ass crack of dawn like he did, but why his partner occasionally woke up at such a rediculous hour was beyond him. [Get over here, and hurry up about it] To which Igneus made a mental grunt and ceased contact.

[Leon]

"He was. . . A gift."

Normal reaction to a being like that for anyone was to call it an 'It', but Leon didn't understand. How is it a thing, unanimated, none living thing? He rmemebered after Hakfu-Sama taught him to better understand words, that living things where made of a few things. They need sustanace to survive. The reproduce, and a fear of death. All living things, and from what Leon knew this thing LOVES to eat, feared for its life, but the other was still a mystery, but 2/3 in the blonde boys book was better than none.

"People have been. . . Very kind lately. . . I learned to read. . . Was givin' him. . . And introduced to Tassadar."

Not to mention he has learned alot of very interesting things. He saw his very first moving picture show, at first it scared him, but then he learned how it worked, like Torm's bugs and he enjoyed it. He learned of a thing called a 'Comic Book', which eh forgot to ask about, maybe this person knew. He learned what music is, parties and night clubs. But it was startignto get to him. Before someone referred to Leon as a non-existent person called 'Magneto' and it was explained to him that eh was a 'Comic Book'. What is it?

"Um, do you know. . . What a 'Comic Book' is?. . . If so could you. . . Explain it to me?"

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan listened, half impatiently waiting for his own 'pet' of sorts, half simply speaking with this Leon. "So I see." Was the simple deep voiced response to the first, slow line of what the blonde boy had said. It was rather blatant that Leon hadn't had much human contact. Slow speech, dulled reaction to simple gestures, average tell tales that people would find weird normally.

Luckily enough for the Crusnik and Leon, was that Tristan, as a hunter, went around the world. In the beginning, when Tristan had little knowledge of the languages of the world, he was hardly understood, and encountered Leon's sort of reactions all over. "Comic books? Sort of...Basically, they're stories told by pictures and written dialouge." He explained, "What the attraction is to such things is beyond me." Tristan wasn't one for modern entertainment, and contented himself with Training and old school games that sharpened the mind. chess, checkers, that sort of thing.

Hell he'd even gotten his Dragon involved in the odd game of chess now and then.

[Leon]

"Hmmm, so a book with lots of pictures? Is it almost like a movie?"

Yeah thats the closest thing to a picture Leon has really run across. He understood that a picture was a non animated image, could be of anything. But he hadn't seen one himself. He may have to see if he could buy one on earth just to see it later. The mantise was done feeding off of Leon's energy and began to move faster than he usually would. Zipping around on Leon's body like he was in super charged mode, as he was told by Torm, they reacted differently to different mana types.

Leon was now locked in an odd conversation with Tai, who resently was very active. It was about what he saw earlier, basically being givin' "The Talk".

[Tristan Knightrhode]

"Sort of. Think of a movie... where its just a series of frames, with bubbles of dialouge." He explained as best he could, but he really didn't know how to describe it. Another eyebrow raised as the mechanical insect began zipping around. "Here, let me show you." With that, Tristan bent down to the dirt near a tree, and began scribing a transmutation circle in the soil. The circles on the back of his gauntlets couldn't do what he was about to, so he'd had to draw one on the nearest medium he could get hold of.

Leon would, unless he'd come across alchemy before, no doubt be confused as to what Tristan was doing, crouched by the dirt. After the man finished, he straightened up, shifting uncomfortably of his long sword, and put his hands over the circle. Shoots of blue and green lightning struck out from Tristan's hands, and the Transmutation circle, as well as two branches of the nearby tree began to glow an odd blue-green color. What pieced together in the transmutation circle was a copy of a manga series.

The two branches that had glowed, moments before, were now gone off of the tree, transmuted into the paper and ink that made up the comic book. "Here." Tristan said, bending down and picking up the formed book. "That's a Japanese style comic book. When I learned of them myself, thats the first one I ever read. The series is fairly old." He finished, handing the book to the boy.

[Leon]

Leon watched with curious eyes as he made symbols in the dirt. This particuler boy had never seen such things before, it wasn't in his library of actions people commonly did. Even though the library its self was not extensive, it was enough to get him by. Still what occured next brought Leon to attention as a transmutation of a manga had occured. His eyes where wide for a moment until the book was handed to him. He opened it up like you would anormal book, whihc would be backwards to a japanese style manga. And as always it said he was reading it in the opposite direction, so he flipped it over.

"Interesting. . ."

Leon read a few pages, and finally understood what it was. He closed it and tucked it away on the inside pocket of his green vest. Then something uncommon occured. Leon turned to the side and looked up as if thinking about something. Then he looked back to Tristan.

"Um, Tai wants to meet you."

With that Leon spread his legs out about shoulder length apart, brought his hands together as he closed his eyes. Jolts of electricity flowing around his body, none threatening to hit tristan. Finally all of it swarmed his hands and he shot one out pointing at the ground extending his endex finger only, a shot of lightning hit the earth as a flash of light and electricity did Tai appear, his otherworly form taking shape, his double jointed knees being allowed to rest at his 6'6" height as at full he was 6'8".

"This is-"

"Tassadar. . . A pleasure to meet you. I am what you would call this young mans guardian, I just wanted to meet you face to face."