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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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Wrapping a gangly arm around Samuel's shoulders, Renault walked beside him. "How's it going, my beleaguered friend? I haven't had a chance to hang with you for a while." He knew what was up, of course, even he had heard the rumors. Fickle as they are though, there's not much he could see to do about it till the rumor mill got started up on something else. That wasn't to say he wasn't trying, he had been up tirelessly through the night to form crop circles in the nearby fields and forests, to create unusual phenomenon like the trees in Poland's crooked forest, and even mysterious light formations moving through the sky. Somehow, all the things he'd do, aside from the lights, would disappear from the forests and fields before anyone could see them. Which, he honestly believed, was weirder than anything he could've come up with.
 
Raziel let out a sigh and leaned back, letting the back of his head lay against the beanbag as such that his face was pointed towards the ceiling. He spared a glance at the paperwork on his desk, several different notes piled together with a few folders that had papers sticking out of them. It was basic information on the english parliament, all the publicly available knowledge that he had been able to get his hands on. Unsuccessfully he had tried to work on finding more information. He shook his head and went back to the history. He could devote his entire time to that little activity once he was finished with this paperwork. After thirty minutes he looked at his watch and got up, quickly leaving the room. He simply left the notebooks open where they were, along with the books. Under his arm was a couple of books written in very different languages.


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Sanz had run another lap around the track when he noticed a giant of a man up at the hill . . . along with what appeared to be Samuel and Renault. The young man slowed down and jogged up the hill


"Samuel?"
 
Samuel glanced first at Renault at his arrival, then at Sanz. Both glances were equally brief and blank. Weeks previous, he might have broken into a smile and warmly greeted his new friends, but today he seemed to barely notice their existence. "Hey," he said neutrally, his mouth barely curling up in an attempt to smile. He stared at the forest for almost a minute before saying, "I think I'll take a walk," as if talking to himself. With slow and measured strides he embarked into the wilds.


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Alex had drifted off at his desk, his feet propped up and the chair standing precariously on the back two legs. His head hung back as he snoozed, and his arms hung limply at his sides. Three different textbooks and as many notebooks sat open on the flat wooden surface in front of him, the notebooks filled with pages and pages of detailed and concise information on many of his course materials.
 
"Wait--"


Sanz put his hand on Samuel's shoulder, stopping the boy cold in his tracks.


"Samuel, what's wrong?"


The young man's worry was evident on his face as he looked at Samuel
 
Habibah did her usual thing of using Anya's tree to climb up a bit before making a swift jump to land almost noiselessly on the window sill of her target. He was snoozing, it seemed. Well, there were ways of waking him up. She smiled mischievously and crept forward. He might hear her but she doubted that he'd expect to open his eyes with her face inches from his.
 
"Nothing is wrong," Samuel said. "Everything's fine." He wasn't even looking at Sanz; his eyes were somewhat unfocused as if he was in a daze. "You should be with Isolde. She likely needs your support and company more than I do."


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Most of the time, Alex is pretty good at playing it cool. He tries his best to keep his cool and keep a calm demeanor; his rage is formidable as some bore witness to a short while ago, but he prefers to have a focused mind. Thus, in most situations he can at least pretend to be unfazed and unshakable.


'Most situations' does not include 'being awoken by a cat-demigoddess barely three inches away from your own face', so when he opened his eyes he was a tad startled. He recoiled just enough to tip the delicate balance of his chair, falling backwards to the floor with a *thud*. Instead of righting himself, he just sighed and crossed his arms. "Habibah. Why are you gracing me with your presence?" he asked with deadpan sarcasm, as he sat in his now-horizontal chair.
 
"....the rumors about Samuel." Habibah leaned back against the window sill and crossed her arms. "I want to know if and/or why you are spreading such words about that kid." She studied him carefully. "And you should learn to be more observant of your surroundings, even in rest." A mischievous smile covered her face. "You never know when someone just might sneak up on you."
 
Sanz let out a groan through his nose.


"Samuel--I think you've had a misunderstanding about the relationship between me and Isolde. I'm her friend, just like I am yours. Nothing less, and nothing more. He gave Samuel's shoulder a small squeeze


"She's doing fine. You, on the other hand, are very clearly not, though you're trying to tell other people that you are. Talk to me, that's why I'm here."
 
Alex rolled his eyes as he stood, righting his chair at his desk. "I don't see why it matters, but I'm not actually the one talking shit about him," he said with a shrug. "That's someone else." He reached under his bed and pulled out a bottle of cheap beer. With a flick of his thumb he kicked off the cap and took a swig. "And I'll be more careful when there's reason for me to feel threatened," he added, sitting on his bed. Despite his words he was keeping his eyes on Habibah. "A kitten slinking in through the window hardly throws up a red flag for my safety."


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Samuel was silent for a minute. "I don't feel like they...the rumors...are wrong," he said calmly. "I mean...well, who knows what I would've done under Alex's orders. I know what he wanted of Isolde. If Habibah hadn't helped me with her amulet, I would probably have helped him."
 
"Oh, I'm no threat to you..." Habibah checked her nails as she spoke for chipping. "You're no longer a reason for concern. Isolde chooses to 'forgive and forget,' while I simply see you as someone whose views have been skewed by a different upbringing. However..." Her ears flattened and her eyes narrowed. "I do not like these rumors because they upset Isolde. Thus, I wish to quell them and stop her worrying." In the back of her mind, she mentally berated herself for being so overly protective of the succubus. It wasn't good to get too attached to anyone here. After returning to her true home with her mother, she would probably never return to the mortal world. "....I don't suppose you'll make this easy for me and just tell me who's doing this?"
 
Sanz was silent for a minute or two, his expression to any looking unreadable


"You . . ."


Sanz's grip on Samuel's shoulder tightened to an uncomfortable level


"--IDIOT!"


The young man threw Samuel as hard as he could into the air. Even with just one arm, Samuel still managed to get several dozen feet of air. Sanz had a few seconds to breathe before he stuck his arm out and stopped Samuel only briefly before hitting the ground. Enough that he wouldn't be seriously hurt, but he would still land on his rear end quite hard


"Did you actually do anything to Isolde?!"
 
Arms stretching, Renualt caught Samuel before he could hit the ground. His form seems to darken, as if light is afraid to strike him, as he asks Sanz, "Just who do you think you are to pass judgement on my friend?" Setting Samuel down on his feet, his arms revert back to their normal(-ish) appearance, he says rather darkly, "Now, instead of harassing him over malicious lies spread by an overdone turkey, " he returns to a more normal tone, all the darkness vanishing from his form, "Have you heard about the crop circles in forest?"
 
Samuel wobbled, shaken from the brief flight. "C-calm down, Renault," he said. "No harm done...um...what crop circles are you referring to...?" he mused. "And Sanz, to me it's not about what I did, its about what I very well could have done, so it just worries me a bit I gue-"


he stopped, as he suddenly noticed the giant watching him. Somehow he hadn't seen him until now, and he leaned out around Sanz. "Er...Frank, you alright...?" he asked the still and silent man.


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Alex considered for a minute. "You assume I know who is responsible." He shrugged and took another swig. "Lucky you, you're right. Still, I don't see why I need to share. Regardless of who's slandering the shrimp, the rumor's spread; knowing who it is won't help you much now. His rep is already in the toilet. What's in it for me?"
 
"....what do you want in return for a little bit of information sharing?" Habibah looked up from her nails, cat green eyes interested now. This was going to be a game, wasn't it? She couldn't imagine anything having to do with this guy being boring honestly. What could he ask for honestly, considering his position now? He had power but, in an actual fight, they just might come out even. She awaited tensely for the response.
 
"Mmm...Yes." Frank responded, concerned at the well being of his friend who had previously been launched into the sky. "But always good being. Or mostly. So, most importance, is Moon-Moon positive?" Frank said, dropping his hand on Samuel's shoulder as he finished his sentence, unknowing of the weight that accompanied said hand. "Thoughts often take to place unknown, turns think-making hard." He said, pointing to himself with his other thumb. "You look thoughts in unknown place. Is making thinks hard for Moon-Moon too?"
 
"It doesn't matter who I am, when I see someone acting like an idiot, I will call them out on it!"


Sanz turned away from Renault to find the giant of a man towering over Samuel, and speaking in a broken form of english.


"I--wha?"


The young man had a few more choice words for Samuel, but Frank had completely broken his train of thought."
 
Samuel was totally overwhelmed by the sudden chain of events. "I...wha...ehhh?" he managed to express his confusion and surprise. "I'm not sure what you're asking, but I'll be fine by myself. Really," he reassured with a small grin. "I just feel like this is something I need to sort out for myself."


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Alex raised an eyebrow. "Depends. Make an offer," he replied shortly. He knew she wanted a straight answer, they always did. He wouldn't make it that easy: he was in the position of power here, so he held the cards. She would have to make him show his hand. Also, they both knew he wanted Isolde under his thumb, but he knew that wasn't an option. She would never agree even if Habibah was willing to throw her under the bus.
 
"Considering that I know very few of your interests besides our dear little succubus..." Habibah smirked, clearly showing that wasn't an option. "I don't have a clue what to offer you in the least. I studied only the way you made your operation of minions tick, not really you yourself. It was unnecessary to end events....though...." She shook her head. "I didn't count on your father's sudden appearance...." Her mind sparkled slightly for a moment. "Didn't your father say that you needed to learn how to see people as fellow beings and not tools?"
 
Alex barely suppressed a scowl: Habibah had struck a nerve with mention of his father. "Yes, I guess he did," he conceded tensely, and sighed. This would be harder than he thought. He decided to test the waters with an outlandish proposal. He almost smirked as he imagined how offended and annoyed Habibah would get at this. No way in hell would she agree to do that in exchange for just a name. He wouldn't, at least.


"Okay," he crossed his arms. "I'll tell you, if you make out with me." He once again barely suppressed a smirk at his joke.
 
Habibah paused for a moment then moved forward gracefully. Her face was once again just inches from him. Just as it looked as if she were about to acquiesce to his request, she spoke.


"No." She moved backwards with a grin only a cat can make. "You're attractive but I'm afraid I'm not that stupid." Habibah mirrored him, crossing her arms. "Try again."
 
Alex laughed. "Hahahahaha! Knew you'd chicken out." He rubbed his chin in thought. "Hmmm......I don't see why I should have to do anything. I'm in the position of power, not you," he taunted.
 
"...perhaps I can help you attain certain goals?" Habibah mused out loud. "In order to earn your chance with your father, you have to learn how to see people as people, correct?" She paced while her lithe body swayed gracefully unconsciously. "And you can't learn this while being an outcast of society. Thus...." A half-smile covered her face. "You need someone who can be your pass into society so that you can learn how to treat people correctly and earn your chance with your father." Her eyes now sparkled with a bit of fun.
 
Alex's eyelid twitched every time Habibah said 'father'. He ground his teeth for a moment as he considered. "So you think I need you're help to actually socialize? Is that what you're saying?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Rising off the bed, he moved over and shut the window; two people had already popped in uninvited from there, so he'd like to try keeping eavesdroppers to a minimum. He leaned against the window ledge and crossed his arms once more. "You know what? This is hardly even worth it anymore. I'm bored of you, kitten. You are boring me. I'm practically falling asleep here from all your mewling. Get the hell out of my room and leave me alone."
 
"You are an outcast and you will remain such until someone decides to help you back into society. Some manage to work their way back in but they actually have manners and look at others on equal terms." Habibah didn't move. "I'm simply giving you a chance to expedite the process of getting that chance you so desperately seem to want. Perhaps even Isolde wouldn't turn away from you if I were to bring you among the rest of us." Her eyes narrowed slightly at the thought that she was using her friend as a bargaining chip but it couldn't be helped. "Parents' Day is coming soon. Don't you want to show progress instead of regression into solitude?"
 
Alex was quiet for a long time. Over a minute, at least. He spent the time thinking with eyes closed and upturned face. Finally, he leveled his gaze, opened his eyes, and spoke, his tone surprisingly calm. "Explain how you will help."
 

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