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Human, not human (actual rp)

If you were to pick a field trip destination for this class, which one would it be?

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Isolde's hand was shaking in Sanz's and she seemed to barely notice that he was even touching her. Her steps took her forwards and she was trying to get as much distance between her and Alex. Her eyes were still filled with an unreadable emotion and she didn't look at any of the others.


Habibah walked along behind her, her eyes narrowed. So, nothing had happened today. With simple hand motions, she dismissed the others off to whatever they wanted to do. She was going to be watching over Isolde very closely since Alex was starting to become aggressive again. At least Sanz was here to keep her safe. Maybe.


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Far away in the forest, Anya had drifted back into sleep. For some odd reason, both she and her warm sleeping partner just couldn't wake up and stay awake. She smiled softly as she thought sarcastically, I have no idea why I'm so tired. No idea.
 
Sanz noticed Isolde shaking as she walked away, but he did not let go. In fact, he picked up his own pace. Within a few steps, he was ahead of her, and within a few more he was pulling her along. They didn't stop for a few solid minutes, by which point they were far on the other end of the grounds.


"Sorry about that."


Sanz offered a smile to Isolde before they made their way over to the ice-cream stand. The rest of the evening was spent in casual chatter, and visiting a few other clubs. Sanz expressed his desire to stay on the track, while Isolde told him about the computer club. Sanz escorted both her and Habibah to the female dorms at sundown before heading back to his own dorm. Armin was still out when he arrived, and there were still some hours before midnight. Sanz worked out for about 90 minutes before finally turning off his alarm. The next day was going to be early once again.


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When Sanz awoke the next morning, Armin was dead asleep, and likely would be for a few more hours. The young man did a few exercises for an hour to wake up before cleaning up. He headed downstairs, the sounds of snores and others waking coming from beyond the door. He wasn't certain where he would go today . . . maybe he could try to locate Isolde. He had tried to boost her spirits yesterday, but he wasn't certain how successful he had been.


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On an uncharted island in the Atlantic, the sun was rising over the beach. Two forms that had a lot of skin revealed were lying together, palm branches holding in the warmth. Raziel was snoring softly. Without an alarm clock he actually had issues waking in the morning. One arm was wrapped around Aamor's sleeping form, his body unconsciously going for the source of warmth.
 
Aamor thought that she was cuddling her teddy bear from her childhood but as her mind sleepily awakened she realized that it was bigger than her teddy bear. What could it be? Whatever it was, she cuddled it closer, pulling her body up against the warm heat source. Her head moved from the shoulder of the heat source to its chest. She was still mostly asleep, just moving around a bit.


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Isolde looked over at Habibah snoring in her bed. Her room mate's snoring wasn't atypically loud but it was still annoying. With a sigh, she got up, pulling on a pair of jean shorts and a Teen Titans shirt. She stretched her arms a bit was she opened the door and walked down the stairs. She went outside into the morning sunlight and sat down next to Anya's tree. Going into the lotus position, Isolde began to attempt the meditation the monks had once taught her. She hadn't slept well the night before and she was still feeling uncomfortable about Alex. A bit of peace would be nice.


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Anya lazily sat up. Okay, the two of them really needed to wake up. They had been missing from campus for quite a long time now. Wait, how long had they actually been gone? The dryad's sleepy mind tried to calculate the time but she gave up. It was too early for math. Leaning over to Adrian's sleeping form, she kissed his forehead before getting out of the hammock. She straightened the pine needles on her body that had been disturbed during sleeping and stood basking in the sunlight.
 
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Raziel groaned slightly. Something was moving beneath his arm. With his eyes still closed, he pulled his hand up to the source . . . and found hair. Long hair. The leviathan sleepily opened his eyes and looked down. The hair was black, and attached to the head of a young woman with blue ey--Ray's eyes bolted wide open. Aamor was clinging onto him like he was some kind of giant teddy bear. He turned his head from side to side, taking in where they were. Right. He had gone to the island . . . and brought her with him. Well . . . now he was aware of the situation. What the hell did he do about it? Did he move? Did he speak? Did he do ANYTHING? He took two deep breaths, Aamor's head rising and falling slowly with his chest as he pondered what to do.


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Sanz made his way across the grounds, noting the few booths that were up. Most people weren't awake in the dawn that was just peeking over the horizon. He then noticed Isolde, next to the same tree that he had met Isolde at on the first day. She seemed to be meditating. The demigod made his way over, but sat without saying anything.
 
Aamor felt the two deep breaths and groaned slightly. Why was her teddy bear moving so much? Then the thought struck her; teddy bears don't move. Then what the heck was she holding onto....she opened her eyes slightly and saw skin. Human skin. Her eyes shifted upwards and she saw Raziel's face. Her eyes snapped shut again. OHMYGODWHAT'SGOINGON?HOWDIDTHISHAPPEN?WHYAMICUDDLINGWITHRAZIEL?WHY AMISLEEPINGWITHRAZIEL?WHATTHEHELLHAPPENEDYESTERDAY? Then she remembered everything that had happened. Her breathing quickened and she opened her eyes barely again. Well, how was he going to react to this?


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Isolde opened one eye. "...good m-morning to you too, sunshine..." Her tone was tired and filled with frustration. She couldn't meditate and it was supremely irritating. Normally, there would be no problem. But that stupid half-dragon had the nerve to waltz in and act like she was his property to be owned-....she stopped those thoughts before she got angry again.
 
"Why won't this work?" Frustrated, he tossed the book down. He was sitting on a plywood platform fixed to one of the slanted, slate roofs of the campus. He hadn't slept at all, which wasn't too unusual for him anymore, and had spent the night working on his summoning rituals. A "borrowed" black board was covered in chalk lines and arcane calculations. His testing of the arrays he was designing for his own "computer" were not working as he had hoped. Sitting with a huff of indignation, he picked up the transcription of an egyptian summoning ritual again, hoping that there was just something he had missed. Snapping the book shut, he lay back, staring at the sky as he tried to think of another solution, but the only egyptian spells referenced being able to affect another world. Perhaps he was just taking it a bit too literally?
 
Raziel blinked a few times when he noticed Aamor's eyes opening up at the bottom of his field of view. He let out a breath and slowly sat up, giving Aamor some time to pull herself up off his chest.


"Um . . . morning."


Maybe if he just acted normally and as if nothing happened, life would continue like normal.


"Did you--sleep well?"


Crap, don't pause, that makes it awkward. Raziel couldn't keep just a hint of blush from making its way into his cheeks


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"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."


Sanz titled his head slightly to the side. Isolde was still stuttering in his presence, but he was getting used to it. It was more a part of her now than some oddity he singled out. In the back of his mind, he still noted that he hadn't talked to Samuel about the last . . . incident that they had met in.
 
"...y-y-y-yes." Aamor's face turned the color of a rose as she sat up. She didn't even notice that she was still holding on to his arm. All that she knew is that she had just spent the night in Raziel's arms. And for some reason, the fact that she did sleep next to him wasn't what was bothering her. Now she was worrying over what she was going to do....


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"You're not." Isolde sighed and opened both eyes. "I c-can't seem to clear my head today." Her eyes took the demi-god and a swirl of thoughts entered her brains. They were memories. Like, when they first met. When he had ran after her into the forest in the rain. When she took care of him after he got sick because he ran after into the forest in the rain. And, dimly, she remembered him holding onto her hand yesterday and trying to make her feel better. All this really didn't make sense to her, being severely anti-social and all. Why was he making such an effort to make her feel better?
 
"You're certain?"


Raziel was about to stand up, but Aamor was still clinging to his arm. All the thoughts about what had happened yesterday and the night before were running through his mind right now, though he was still uncertain as to what to do about the knowledge he had gained. But first, the arm.


"Because you're clinging onto my arm like it's the last vestige of solid ground. The ocean isn't that close is it?"


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Sanz found a small frown on his face before he forced himself to remove it.


"I'm sorry to hear about that."


He had a suspicion as to what . . . or rather who was responsible for her being unable to clear her head


"Did you want to take a walk?"
 
Aamor immediately let go of his arm and got up hurriedly. She felt like she was a mess, her hair was terribly stringy, and that she had sweated during the night. A shower would be nice.... "Is there some fresh water near here? I'd like to go to it for a bit, so point the way." Wait, why the hell was she caring what she looked like right now?


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"...sure." Isolde stood up. "Where to?" She hadn't actually explored most of the campus since she was normally on her computer by herself deep in the League of Legends. Perhaps a bit of a walk would perk her up?
 
Raziel raised an eyebrow, but internally gave a sigh of relief. Freshening up in the morning, right?


"There is actually, this way."


He pushed aside a few palm branches, making his way through the island with a certainty that suggested he had walked all over the rock. They arrived at what was a very small waterfall. It fell down into a pool roughly ten to twelve feet across, and was deep enough to comfortably swim, assuming you were human-sized.


"This is safe enough to drink out of."


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Sanz thought for a minute


"There's a large pond several meters behind the male dorms. Did you want to walk around it?"
 
"....I was kinda hoping...." Aamor's cheeks turned massively red. "...I wanted to wash up...." She really hoped that he was going to get the message. "Just give me a little bit by myself if ya don't mind."


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"Eh, lead the way and I'll follow." Isolde shrugged. Her earlier thoughts were still plaguing her.
 
Oh.


That was the first thought that came to Raziel's mind.


Of course that would be normal. Shower in the morning. He forced all sudden thoughts to the back of his mind.


"Ah--certainly. I'll just--head down to the shoreline, let me know when your finished."


He pulled a few palms back as he left, which quickly resumed their places after he had removed himself from the area. This left Aamor with nothing but the early chirping of birds and the rushing water to accompany her.


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Sanz gave a small smile and walked through the grounds towards the pond. He did not take the most direct route, instead choosing to remain on the outskirts of the buildings where possible. The pond in question was ridiculously clear. You could see right through to the sandy bottom, even where it was over ten feet deep. Several fish were easily seen swimming around, though they were harmless. A sign that appeared to have grown out of the ground simply read "No fishing". A couple of people could be seen wandering at the back of the dorms, still half-asleep
 
Aamor immediately stripped down. The smell of sweat was just horrible to her and she stepped onto the rocks around the waterfall in order to get into the water. What she didn't account for was how slippery the rocks were. She fell quickly down into the water, a short scream echoing out from the waterfall as she fell. She rose back to the surface; no harm done, it seemed. After a sigh at her clumsiness, Aamor swam over to the waterfall. A convenient rock pushed her up so that she was only waist deep in the water and able to effectively run her hair through the waterfall. There wasn't exactly soap, shampoo, condition, bath, razors, or shaving lotion, but at least she could try to wash off a bit.
 
"Blegh" As Renault pointedly exclaimed his current feelings about working on his project, he idly watched, the booths being set up. He really didn't feel like going back down there today, none of the clubs outside had intrigued him, and most of the people were a bit dull, if a bit odd. "I wonder when the "computer club" arrives?" he thought to himself. He, in his haste to catch up with his new friend, had not caught everything the club representative had mentioned. Perhaps he'd get to meet Isolde again... he had forgotten how nice it was to have friends, to have his presence accepted. Anyway, he had hoped to learn more about this League of which Isolde participated in.
 
Raziel was about ten meters away en-counting when the scream hit his ears. All sense of what the situation would be like when he got there was thrown out of his mind as he ran back where he had come from. Was there some kind of poisonous snake? A creature he had not noticed when he left her? A million different situations went through his mind as he burst back onto the scene of the pool


"Aamor?! I heard a . . . scream . . ."


Immediately he turned around, forcing himself to avert his eyes. She was perfectly fine it seemed. Yessir, perfectly fine from her head all the way down to her nicely formed--


Raziel mentally slapped himself and forced himself to take a few deep breaths to calm down. Then the realization hit him. What the hell was HER reaction going to be?
 
Aamor's eyes had been closed but she heard his voice. Had he just....seen....a second scream echoed through waterfall clearing, except this one knocked down a few trees and would've knocked Raziel backwards. She rose up out of the water, her feet gliding across the surface of the water thanks to a little telekinetic force and she was now angrily marching onto him. "....Raziel....WHAT exactly did you just see? And you'd better tell the truth, because I'll know if you're lying!"
 
The back door of the male dorms opened, and a gang of swimming-trunks-wearing young men waltzed out. Well, all but one. One of them led the charge, running out towards the pond, his long white hair flying like a banner behind his head. Samuel's face was alive with a wide smile, his eyepatch obscuring his view of his right side. Therefore he had not seen Sanz or Isolde approach. "Weeee!" he cheered as he leapt into the air, sailing in an arc towards the pond. He flew farther than one would have expected, his untapped telekinesis augmenting his momentum. He curled up and landed as a cannon ball, a pillar of water rising where he entered the water.


The rest of the gang walked calmly towards the water's edge. Alex and Thorgrom led the pack, followed by the short and round one named Ponno, and four others that neither Sanz nor Isolde would recognize. Three of them looked like identical triplets, their only individually-identifying items being their choice of accessory: one wore a red headband, his expression clear and focused; the second, with a bounce in his step in a smile on his face, wore a bright blue bow-tie; and the third had the lower half of his face covered with a black cloth mask. His expression, thus, was hidden, but his eyes showed darkness and malice. All three had short and somewhat spiky black hair and beady eyes, each one with eyes matching their accessory.


The final member of this group stood on Alex's other side, and his identifying features were...striking. He had black wolf ears, a black and busy tail, and as he slowly and hungrily licked his chops with his long tongue his teeth could be seen, sharp and fully capable of rending flesh with ease. His ears twitched once and he glanced briefly at Sanz. He did not look at Isolde. He glanced only for a moment at Sanz. He sneered darkly when he did so but then returned his attention to Alex.


Each member of this group were shirtless, barefoot, and clad in swimming trunks. They all moved to the pond and jumped in eagerly, with the exception of Alex, who sat on the bank, four or five feet from the water's edge. "Watch it," he ordered, flinching a little as a bit of water from the ensuing dive-a-thon splashed him, "Get me much wetter and I'll kill whoever's responsible."
 
Raziel felt like Gabriel had just slapped him on the back. The resulting force knocked him on his front. He could less hear, and more feel, Aamor coming up behind him. Both hands instinctively went to the back of his head, as if bracing for a bomb strike. His voice sounded a bit panicked, probably more so than Aamor had heard him before


"Everything--from the waist up. That's all! I swear by every pantheon in the known universe!"


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Sanz locked eyes with the wolf-man for only a second, and something twinged in him. It took him a minute to recognize where it had come from . . . his right hand . . . that felt nothing. He was puzzled, but did not wish to linger on it.


"Come on Isolde."


The demigod unapologetically grasped her hand and pointedly turned away. He had not been expecting that many people to suddenly show up
 
Aamor was in full anger mode now. She walked within plain view, hands on hips, angrily staring down at him. "And why the HELL would you come back here when I said specifically to give me a few minutes!" She was completely unaware of the picture she was currently creating; she was far too upset for that.


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Isolde's hand tightened onto his. "...o-okay." She was perfectly okay with getting as far away from them as possible. Her eyes caught Samuel's for just a moment during his fun. The look that she sent to him was disappointment and sadness before she turned away and continued walking next to Sanz.
 
"I . . . heard a scream . . . thought there might be trouble . . ."


Was Aamor always this fiery? He had remembered her being shy before when they talked, and then she had become completely reclusive for this semester . . . though he now knew why. Thankfully, his face was down in the dirt, so he could not make his predicament any worse
 
"You not gonna look at me when you talk to me? The disrespect level is massive today, now isn't it?" Aamor twisted her hand and Raziel's head was snapped upwards abruptly so that she could stare him in the eyes as she gave her last little bit of angry talk. "Now, I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this question, but I'm going to ask it. YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO DO THIS AGAIN, RIGHT? BECAUSE NEXT TIME I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR FISHY BUTT TO THE POINT WHERE YOU CAN'T SWIM! GOT IT?!?!"
 
Raziel abruptly found himself turned upright. Whatever Aamor was saying barely registered as his eyes were forced to gaze at the scene in front of him. Scars not withstanding, she had a very beautiful figure. In fact, if anything, the scar tissue accentuated her unblemished skin even more. Her hair was plastered to the back of her neck, offering absolutely no protection from the wandering eyes of any who may be watching . . . like the young leviathan in front of her. After what seemed like several minutes (it was actually only a few seconds) Raziel finally had the presence of mind to say something


"Aamor? . . . You're still . . ."


He left he statement open ended, as if saying the obvious would insult her even more.
 
A rather disgruntled Renault found himself walking around campus, reading from the summoning text, annoyed that it wasn't working. He considered for a moment looking for someone to ask about ancient egyptian magics, but figured that magic was so rare around here that there would be no point. Besides, he'd rather find a new source for his summoning spells, the egyptians could get pretty nasty when it came to magic and rituals.
 
"......RAZIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Aamor's force shoved him backwards and he went headfirst through three trees. She didn't actually mean for him to hit the giant rock next to the pond but in .5 seconds the levaithan's head smacked into a very hard rock. "You, you, you-" She suddenly noticed that his head had hit a tree. "Oh...my gosh..." She was now running forwards to access the damage. "I-I....didn't mean to do that!!!!!!!"
 

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