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Madrian Sari Academy
School of Magic and Alchemy
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20th-Sep-2006 02:25 pm
Who: Seify and Kimmy (aka Seifer and Kimbly)
What: The meeting of the roommates!
Where: their room, no duh
Warnings: possible swearing, explosions, who knows with these two?

Seifer already claimed his part of the room. He sat in one chair with his feet propped on another. He and his roommate haven't even met properly yet and already they were at odds with each other. It was too bad, but then again, it was Seifer. He had a record of getting off on the wrong foot with people.

Still, he didn't much care for this "don't talk to me" stuff his roommate talked about on the network. If they didn't end up being friends he wouldn't whine about it, but it would probably be better if they weren't tempted to kill each other.

Well, he would see where things went when they actually saw each other.
22nd-Sep-2006 10:17 am (UTC)
[ooc: sorry it took a while to reply, real life got in the way. I promise not to let that happen again ^^;]

Kimbley stopped after opening the door, a frown spreading on his face as he saw the blonde boy sitting in the room. This kid had to be the idiot he had to share the room with.

He turned his eyes away from the boy and walked inside, dropping his back pack on the bed that he assumed was his. He didn't bother to acknowledge the other's presence in any way, they had a deal to not to speak with each other. He wasn't going to stick around for long anyway, he had come in the dorm just to change his clothes and that's what he was going to do. And after it he would be gone again.
22nd-Sep-2006 12:08 pm (UTC)
[ooc: real life can be tough; no worries!]

Seifer glanced up on the other person's entrance. He watched, his eyes scanning up and down thoughtfully. Not bad. Oh, and as for their deal, he decided it was a stupid one.

"Hey, roomie. Name's Seifer Almasy. Call me Seifer, or Almasy. Call me 'lousy bastard' if you want, I don't care. If you want to wreck any of my shit I suggest you do it now and get it over with." That was probably as close to apologizing as he would get, not that he was sorry he teased the other.
23rd-Sep-2006 05:46 pm (UTC)
Disregarding the blond's words Kimbley simply carried on with what he was doing. He opened the backpack and pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans.
He would stand out less in clothes like that; he was going to go explore the school, out of curiosity and in lack of better things to do. He had also gotten his crimson suit dirty while outside.

He slipped the jacket off his shoulders and dropped it on the bed, proceeding to pull off the black wife beater he was wearing under it, dropping them of the bed and picking up the t-shirt.

"I thought we had a deal," he stated finally, while pulling on the t-shirt.
23rd-Sep-2006 06:04 pm (UTC)
Seifer watched his roommate out of the corner of his eye. Hey, he was only human, after all. Kimbley gave him the perfect excuse to turn his head completely. Seifer grinned, stretching his long legs lazily.

"Yeah, but if you're that seriously pissed off, it's best to let it out now. My gunblade is off-limits, but wreck whatever else you want if it makes you feel better." Yeah, he got used to dealing with hotheads. "An' let me know what to call you so there's no more misunderstandings."

Oh, yeah. That was handled smoothly. Hey, he had to live with this guy. He had to play nice.
23rd-Sep-2006 06:31 pm (UTC)
After a moment of silence Kimbley turned to look at Seifer with a scowl on his face "Which part of 'don't talk to me' is too complicated for your brain to process?" Just his luck to get an idiot as a room mate.

"You don't call me anything because you don't talk to me. And I don't wreck your stuffs because you don't exist to me," he snarled and turned his back to the blond again "Better memorize that, jerk, or I'll make sure you no longer exist for real." His hands were itching to just blow up the guy and be done with it, but he knew it would lead to more trouble that was convenient...for now.
23rd-Sep-2006 09:14 pm (UTC)
He raised an eyebrow. Ohhhkay. Playing nice wouldn't get him anywhere with this one. Let it not be said that he didn't try. He got to his feet, leaning instead against the wall close to his gunblade. He was boiling inside but it wouldn't look good for him to shoot this guy.

"I'll talk to you if I fuckin' want to, and if you're so damn uptight you can't even let one mistake slip, that's your problem. I say one thing you don't like and I suddenly don't exist. Whine, whine, whine. You might as well do yourself a favor and not come back before I offend your tender sensitivites."

29th-Sep-2006 09:59 am (UTC)
Hearing the other boy get up Kimbley decided that changing his clothes could way, this might prove to be more interesting than taking a walk around the school anyway. His eyes scanned over the boy, taking in the fact that he had moved close to his weapon. Kimbley didn't let a smirk spread on his lips even though he felt like smirking, istead he met Seifer's angry gaze with his own, indifferent one.

"I just can't stand people like you, it has nothing to do with your 'little mistake'," he stated. Come on, get mad, give me an excuse to blow you up, Kimbley thought, amused, his yellow eyes stopping on the scar on the boys forehead. That gave him an interesting idea.
29th-Sep-2006 12:10 pm (UTC)
"Hmm, someone like me, huh? I guess you'll have to learn to stand me," said Seifer, relaxing... just a little. He had gotten too used to certain people rushing at him to let his guard down completely. "I'm not goin' anywhere." He stuck his hands in his pocket, now against the wall so it looked like he was just relaxing there.

"Like my scar?" he went on, grinning. "Got it in a duel."
29th-Sep-2006 12:20 pm (UTC)
"Or then simply get rid of you, hm?" Kimbley had no intentions of learning to stand the blond. Why couldn't he just have a single dorm? Or at least someone a little less...social and idiotic to share it with.

He took a step closer, examing the scar with his eyes "I've seen prettier scars. I've made prettier scars," he stated and smirked. "I could demonstrate."
29th-Sep-2006 12:35 pm (UTC)
"Or... go find yourself another room," Seifer suggested. "Nobody said you had to stay." He watched the other, matching Kimbly's smirk. He laughed a little at the other man's "offer". Did this guy think he was stupid or something?

"How generous of you, Kimbly," he said, using the guy's proper name. "And then I could demonstrate my gunblade for you." Seifer slipped his hand through the handle and tapped the blade on his foot.
29th-Sep-2006 01:21 pm (UTC)
"If someone's leaving from here it will be you," there was no way things would go the other way. This was Kimbly's room now and he wasn't going anywhere.

Well now, that sounded almost like a challenge, didn't it? Kimbley's smirk grew wider "Want to test that? You'll be too much in pain to pick up that weapons of yours, is my bet." He ran his fingers across the tattoos on his palms, eager to get to see what would happen.
29th-Sep-2006 03:50 pm (UTC)
Seifer just grinned. He was having far too much fun with this. His eyes drifted down to Kimbley's hands. Seifer tapped his foot with the gunblade thoughtfully.

"Now, now. If we're going to play that way, we'll have to go somewhere else. Not a very big playing field here." He gestured to the beds and his stuff with the gunblade.
29th-Sep-2006 03:58 pm (UTC)
Kimbley looked around the room, contemplating. The blond was probably right, wouldn't be the best idea to trash their dorm if this evolved into a real fight. Which he was hoping.

"You have some place in mind?" He asked and motioned towards the door with his head "Lead the way."
29th-Sep-2006 04:13 pm (UTC)
Seifer moved forward, but still kept a certain distance from Kimbley. Something about the guy's tattoos made him not want to be too close. He lifted trusty Hyperion onto his shoulder.

"This should be fun," he commented out loud, strolling out of the room confidently.
29th-Sep-2006 04:37 pm (UTC)
Kimbley turned and followed Seifer out of the room, his hands casually stucked in his pockets but ready to be pulled out and used in a second if need be.

He chuckled amusedly at the other boy's confidence. This would indeed be fun but maybe not for the other boy. His eyes studied the weapon on the blond's shoulder. He would need to get rid of the gunblame before it caused trouble.
29th-Sep-2006 05:43 pm (UTC)
He hadn't been in a fight in a long time... It would be interesting to see what kinds of tricks this guy had up his sleeves. He glanced back over his shoulder at Kimbley. Had to be a hand-to-hand fighter, or have some kind of magic.

Out of the tower was the place to go. Then they'd have the whole of outdoors. It was still pretty damn cold out, but who cared? Seifer was already thinking of ways to use the snow to his advantage.

Usually duels would start with shaking hands, but since Seifer still didn't trust those strange tattoos, he settled for a courteous nod.
30th-Sep-2006 01:32 pm (UTC)
Not that the cold bothered Kimbley, but he had to agree it would have been wise to wear a little more than just a t-shirt out there. Another not-so-wise choise was fighting against a gunblade user with his bare hands, Seifer's weapon would make it difficult to get close enough to use his alchemy. But that wasn't stopping Kimbley.

He nodded back with a smirk. No handshake? The blond was smarter than he looked like, he had to admit, and that was a good thing. The more challenge there was the better it would feel to blow him up. He decided to wait and let the other make the first move.
30th-Sep-2006 01:47 pm (UTC)
Let Seifer make the first move? How kind. Seifer wasn't one to deny an offered advantage like that. Of course, he wasn't intending to kill this guy, either; he just wanted to have a little fun. Let's see how good this guy really is, he thought. He slid his foot a few inches to test the ground first. Wouldn't want to slip on ice. It felt secure enough.

He charged. His blade swung down, aiming below Kimbley's waist. Whatever those tattoos meant, he wasn't risking his opponent using them on Hyperion.
30th-Sep-2006 02:44 pm (UTC)
Kimbley jumped to the side to avoid the blade, his boots slipping slightly on the snow as he landed on it. His smirk grew wider, it was like the boy was trying to keep his precious gunblade out of his reach.

He pressed his palm together in an instant feeling the tingle of alchemic energy in his hand as he charged towards the boy, trying to get his hands on that blade. His aim wasn't Seifer's body, not yet. He would blow up that weapon of his first.
30th-Sep-2006 02:56 pm (UTC)
Not bad, he had to give Kimbley props for staying on his feet. Seifer had only a second to wonder what Kimbley could be up to before he charged. His instinct was to drop down and roll out of the way. If Kimbley was going after Hyperion, Seifer would make him very sorry about it. He made a split-second decision and squeezed the trigger.

He swung the blade up to hit Kimbley's shoulder, but even if he moved Seifer was bound to hit some part of his body... and boy, it would hurt.
30th-Sep-2006 03:22 pm (UTC)
Kimbley realized a split-second before the blade made contact with the flesh of his arm that he can't evade the blow. He snarled in pain dropping to his knees on the snow.

Gritting his teeth he ignored the pain and pressed the palm of his other hand on the blade before Seifer had time to pull it away, he needed just a moment and there was a flash of white transmutation light. Laughing Kimbley let go and pulled back, holding onto his injured arm with a smug smirk on his lips "I suggest you throw it away before it blows up. I win, blondie."
30th-Sep-2006 04:24 pm (UTC)
The flash of light was a bit alarming and Seifer jerked his hands away. Blow up...? What the hell was this guy talking about? No time to call his bluff. Seifer grabbed the blade and threw it into the snow. He hoped it was a bluff. If Kimbley did something to Hyperion...

"What was that?" Seifer demanded, getting the hell away from those hands. "What kind of magic is that?"
30th-Sep-2006 10:01 pm (UTC)
Despite the pain on his shoulder and the blood seeping through his fingers that hold onto the wound Kimbley laughed while getting up on his feet and watching the discarded weapon explode in the snow.

A slow smirk spread on his lips watching the blond boy's reaction. "That is alchemy at it's best. Want to see what I could do to your body with it?"
30th-Sep-2006 10:10 pm (UTC)
Yeah, Seifer wasn't paying the other guy attention at ALL anymore. The explosion distracted him. It was stupid, but he tried to find some remains of his weapon in the snow. No use, of course.

When he turned back to Kimbley, he didn't seem sad or angry. He seemed... impressed. "All you did was touch it, and it exploded. Can anybody learn to do that? See, thanks to you, I'm gonna need a new weapon, and that was pretty impressive."

Losing Hyperion was rough, but life went on. Hopefully Kimbley wouldn't turn Seifer into the next bomb.
1st-Oct-2006 12:24 pm (UTC)
Well that was disappointing. He had destroyed the thing Seifer seemed to want to protect the most and the only emotion there was on the boy's face was awe.

It hadn't worked out at all like he wanted it to. It was supposed to at least either anger the blond or scare him so he'd leave Kimbley alone, but no. There seemed to be something wrong with this individual. He wouldn't ever admit it, but he liked Seifer's attitude. A little.

"I doubt someone like you could ever learn it. Go buy yourself a new gunblade and stay out of my way from now on," he shrugged and turned to leave. He done with the blond. He would let the boy live. For now.
1st-Oct-2006 04:47 pm (UTC)
Well... yeah, he was upset, but no way would he show it in front of this guy. Anyway, it was pretty impressive even if it was a dirty trick. Best to play it cool for now.

"I'll see you later then, roomie," said Seifer, waving. "This was interesting and all, but I've got some stuff to do. Behave yourself." He turned and went off. He needed some time to think.
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