|
Post by Tristan Gilespi on Sept 25, 2009 21:42:46 GMT -5
Tristan gritted his teeth and gripped Thrall by the arms, directing him back toward the building.
"Hitoshi!" he barked, looking back toward his young nephew. "Get Thrall to the infirmary."
Whatever the hell the annoying little punk had done to Thrall, Tristan was going to make sure he paid for it.
|
|
|
Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 25, 2009 21:47:54 GMT -5
Hitoshi pressed his lips in a thin line, nodding to his uncle. "Of course," he muttered, putting a hand on Thrall's shoulder for support. "Thrall, can you walk?" There was no way in hell Hitoshi was going to manage to carry Thrall...
What the hell had happened? Had the kid actually hit Thrall that hard, or was there something else at work here?
Either way, Hitoshi did not want to be anyhere nearby when Rivienne heard about this.
|
|
|
Post by ianharris on Sept 26, 2009 20:38:35 GMT -5
Ian walked out into the courtyard and closed his eyes at once, feeling the cool breeze on his face. When he opened them, however, he immediately wished he had stayed inside.
Jonathan was standing a few feet away, glaring angrily at a teacher and two students, none of whom Ian recognized. One of the students appeared to be hurt pretty badly. He appeared to be unable to stand on his own. That was not good. Jonathan was silent, mercifully, but he was dirty and appeared to have just come out of a-
-shit.
Ian broke into a run. This day was just getting worse and worse. Disregarding all common sense and voices telling him good ideas in his head, Ian charged headfirst at Jonathan, stopping just short of ramming into him. He stared up at Jonathan, breathless, and with the worst glare he could manage.
"What," He said through heavy breaths. "the hell did you DO?"
|
|
|
Post by jonathanharris on Sept 26, 2009 20:46:53 GMT -5
Great. Just great. Exactly when Jonathan didn't want him to show up, Ian had come running up to him. And on that, he dared to accuse Jonathan of starting the fight that had just happened. Jonathan made a mental note to make Ian's evening a living hell. Assuming that Jonathan got out of this alive, of course. Which might be pretty simple, actually.
"Oh, don't start that bullshit." Jonathan said calmly. He jerked a finger at the mage that had tangled his legs up. "He stared the whole thing. And he," he indicated at the other boy, the one who looked like he was about to fall over, "came at me first. I was just defending myself."
Come to think of it, what the hell was wrong with that boy, anyway? Jonathan hadn't even hit him that hard. The hit to the face was the worst of it, and that wasn't enough to reduce him to... whatever he was suffering now. How odd. Jonathan knew his own strength. He hadn't even tried that hard.
But now his thoughts turned back to Ian. "And don't come at me like you're in charge of me. You created me, but you don't own me. I can do whatever I choose, not whatever you choose. Come at me like you're my father again, and I'll knock your teeth back into your skull."
|
|
|
Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 28, 2009 17:09:42 GMT -5
Hitoshi hesitated, one arm braced against Thrall for support, glancing between the two young men and his uncle. So, apparently the rumors were true -- and here before him stood a human being who, for all appearances, had been created out of thin air. And as interesting an occurrence as that was, from what he had seen of the boy, Hitoshi would be perfectly happy if the idiot who created him shoved him back into what ever hole in reality he fell out of.
He glanced at his uncle, standing in place. This was certainly a strange predicament.
|
|
|
Post by Tristan Gilespi on Sept 28, 2009 18:38:35 GMT -5
Tristan gritted his teeth, glancing back at his nephews. "Hitoshi, I said get Thrall to the infirmary," he snapped. "We'll talk about this later."
It was the word of his nephews against the word of some kid he had never seen before, and from the way the kid was mouthing off, Tristan wasn't inclined to believe him readily, and one of his nephews was hurt.
|
|
|
Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 28, 2009 18:54:49 GMT -5
Thrall glared at the space between Jonathan and Ian. He really wanted to tell somebody off, but laying down sounded like a much better idea right now. Leaning against Hitoshi also seemed like a good idea, but there was no way he was strong enough for that... He braced himself against the pain and fuzziness and head towards the building at as steady a pace as he could manage, one hand on Hitoshi's shoulder.
|
|
|
Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 28, 2009 19:35:44 GMT -5
Hitoshi nodded to his uncle, turning his back on the cluster of people and leading his cousin back into the main building.
When they were safely out of earshot, Hitoshi scoffed. "What an asshole," he muttered. "I'm sure Tristan will give him what he deserves."
|
|