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Guyden


Location | Outside Girls' Dormitory Mentions | Lurker Lurker Mood Mood (Just passing by!)Mood | Confused, possibly concerned for his mental state

Seated in the back of a sleek Lexus, a young man slouched deep into the conditioned leather seat. The slacks he wore were too formfitting, tight in areas that made him shimmy and grabbed at them for any room they would give. His silver-dyed locks were disheveled from having napped with his face smooshed into the backseat crevice less than twenty minutes before. A once crisp black blazer had been balled up into what appeared to be a makeshift pillow. The tie he wore had been pulled loose around his neck, a few buttons undone at the crumpled collar of his white button up. There was a daze in his eyes as he stared out the window. Not sad, just dull and almost unblinking.

It was a blaring ring that broke his attention and reminded him that his eyes had grown dry. Rubbing one roughly, he stifled a yawn and turned his attention to the tablet embedded in the back of the passenger seat. His mother's photo lit up the screen, urging him to accept the voice call. There was a split second of hesitation as he debated on answering or not. One look at his chauffeur'ss side eye in the mirror and he decided against ignoring the call. It wasn't polite to ignore his own mother, even if it did result in some nagging. He stretched out a finger to swipe the screen, unmoving from his laxed position. The nitpicking began immediately.

"Guyden! Do pick up faster, I don't have--don't slouch! It's unsightly. You were raised to sit like a polite young man, not a hooligan. What have you done to your uniform? I made sure the maid freshly steamed it early this morning. Now you look like you pulled it from a dump. Is this how you want to start your first day? Do you want people to think of you as a filthy bum?"

"No, ma'am," he murmured, clearing the rasp from his throat. He could tell his mother didn't approve of that, either.

"Dear, how many times has your father told you? Speak clear and with confidence."

"Yes, ma'am," he said again, his voice only slightly louder and still very much monotone. He found his eyes beginning to wander from the screen, and it took ever ounce of his willpower to keep his eyes on her as she rambled on after a scoff for good measure. He wasn't trying to sound indifferent or cowardly, but she sure did make it hard for him to be excited about much. She was always like this, telling him to fix his this or that. His father was no better. It wasn't his intention to disappoint, but in all honesty he couldn't even fathom what it would take to live up to their standards even if he tried. It was a short call, thankfully, as she was on her way to another meeting. She berated him for a few additional issues and remarked on what she and his father expected from Guyden. Finally, Mrs. Blake finished with reminding him that his luggage would arrive later the next day and to make sure he was present in the case that the roommate had sticky fingers. He withheld an eyeroll on that remark.

"Good luck with the meeting," he said politely. She responded with a curt nod and a sharp goodbye before the screen went black. No I love you's. Just a send off. Guyden's lip twitched into almost a scowl, but more so at the headache forming above his brow than anything else.

The rest of the ride continued on as it had before. They arrived at Manchester Academy shortly after, pulling up to the main building. The campus was already fairly populated by this point, which didn't bode well for Guyden. This meant more obstacles to avoid whilst trying to find his dorm. Everything had been set for him so that all that was left for him to do was go straight for his room. Ducking out of the sedan, he stretched and yawned, covering his mouth as he did so. His chauffeur had already retrieved his overnight bag and guitar.

"Are you sure you don't want me to carry this up for you?" The driver asked. Guy nodded lightly as he reached out for his guitar.

"It won't be necessary," he assured, as he slung the bulky case's strap over his shoulder and accepted his duffle. "Thank you. Have a safe drive back." The man was unfazed by the teen's flat tone, and merely nodded in farewell before returning to the car. Guyden was already wandering away when the man hollered after him.

"Sir, you forgot your blazer!"

Guy paused, glancing back at him in thought. Then he waved dismissively, "Keep it!" And kept walking. It wasn't his style, anyway. He proceeded to walk blindly about the campus until his was able to locate signage pointing the way to the boy's dorms. It had taken him fifteen minutes, but he was surprisingly unbothered. In fact, he had seemed quite lost in thought as he walked, only looking down when he past by others. The air was nice this far out from a city, and the weather was pleasant. The school seemed to have plenty of green space, too, which would be nice to escape to later. So far, Guy was confident he would be able to get comfortable here. The dorm building, he had noted as he entered the elevator, was quite nice. Not too extravagant, like he had expected. As he watched the floor numbers climb, he almost smiled at the idea of spending a whole year away at a boarding school. It was already better than home, given his parents were not able to randomly show up and disrupt his flow. Aside from class, he would have way more time to focus on his music. In spite of his parents' intentions, this was almost like a vacation for him. He just happened to be sharing his hotel room with a stranger.

A stranger who, about fifteen feet away, was currently hugging a small woman in the doorway of what he had gathered was his new room. Guyden blinked slowly, before glancing at the room numbers again. Yes, that would be his. Well, he supposed he wasn't in any rush to get unpacked. They seemed to be having a moment, and Guyden would hate to break that up. Almost as quickly as he had found his dorm did he casually turn to leave. The hall had a couple other students milling about, so the pair most likely wouldn't have noticed him anyway.

It was as he was heading for the elevator that he caught a glimpse of red, and glanced down. Tied to his pinky finger was a red string, heading for the stairwell. How in the hell did that get there? He glared at it, a bit baffled. Was this the supposed string of fate? Honestly, he had assumed that was all just a metaphor. Had someone with the school coordinated this? After all, they were selling the whole "come find your soulmate" amenity. The question was, when and how did they manage to get that on his hand? He had been planning to check out the courtyard by the dorms, perhaps even play a song or two, but this had piqued his interest. He'd take the bait if only to satiate his own curiosity.

So down he went, all the way down the stairwell to the first floor and out of the dorms. The thread was ridiculously long, heading to the other end of campus. Who had the time and patience for this? He wanted to see what the order of red thread looked like to be able to pull this off for each student.

Guyden was still in doubt that the thread would lead to anything at all, let alone a soulmate. And yet he couldn't help but find it peculiar when he reached a deadend. Stopped at the entrance to the girl's dormitory, he quirked an eyebrow at the building. The thread ran through the closed entrance. He supposed wherever it officially ended would be somewhere in there, but he wouldn't play anymore. It would be incredibly impolite of him to wander into a girls dorm building. Frowning lightly, he studied the thread, still oh so curious what the trick was. Testing its strength, he tugged hard on it, expecting the red thread to snap in the door. To his shock, it held tight no matter how much he yanked on it.

"Mmm," he grunted, completely stunned at the integrity of whatever the material was. How much did they spend on this gimmick? What an interesting place his parents had chosen for him.


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Hikari Hayami
As Hikari was making her way to her dorm she suddenly noticed a red thread appeared tied to her finger. She looked at her hand in slight aw and touched the thread. Then finally it sunk in what the thread meant and she and light blushed crept upon her cheeks. "Man....that was quick." She looked around and for a moment she thought she caught a glance of him but he got lost in the crowd. She had started follow but decided against it and continued on to her dorm room. Once Hikari made it to her dorm she immediately started unpacking. She was a little disappointed her roommate hadn't made it yet. She's hopeful that maybe they can be close friends. After she got done unpacking she sat on her bed and pulled out her phone deciding to wait a little bit to see if her roommate would arrive soon. That and she was somewhat putting off following the thread to her soulmate.
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    "Huh?"

    Genesis stared peculiarly at the string as her pinky was lightly tugged, eyes trailing over to the wall it was protruding through. Was the string trying to get her to go somewhere? Is this because she was ignoring it? No way, that wasn't a thing, the string wasn't alive--then, was her soulmate pulling? If so, that'd be annoying. She thought she could carry on a little longer without having to deal with it.

    Until then, she had been in the middle of unpacking her photography and arts supplies after finishing her clothes. Genesis had also changed into something much more comfortable: her pristine, white platform sneakers with silver chains pulled around the perimeter of each shoe; a pair of dull green corduroy shorts that ended right above her knees; an oversized, gray graphic t-shirt with a large cartoon of a melting planet earth in the center; and, of course, her typical silver accessories to decorate her locs, although those had been there long before she changed out of her uniform. Her father would probably give her shit for it, but at least she didn't put on any makeup, right?

    The new attire had prompted her to be in a much better mood, but then the second tug on to her finger came.

    It was a bit more forceful, causing her to lose balance of what she was holding. A rolled up poster bounced off the ground, and her attempt to lean down and grab it was interrupted by a third tug. She stopped short. Is this guy okay? Why didn't he just come follow the string if he wanted to see her that badly? It's not like it wasn't allo-

    "Fuck!"

    The fourth time caused her to yelp a little as her hand was actually yanked away from her body, and she swore her pinky had a mark around where the string was tied. The new student huffed, letting her free hand grip the string so it wouldn't pull on her finger as she left her room. This guy was damn fucking lucky it wasn't her camera she had been carrying, or anything else that was fragile.

    She jogged to follow the string through the 5th and 6th tugs, a little more of her patience withering away each time. She's not sure why he was doing this, but for her sake, she hoped it wasn't because he was being obnoxiously impatient and too entitled to make the travel himself. It would suck to have a soulmate like that.

    Then again, even if it didn't work out, Gene wouldn't be surprised. She didn't really believe in soulmates as much as she believed in people--anyone can choose to love and choose to stay in love, and she really didn't believe there was only one person out of the entire populace that would could be a "perfect" fit, whatever that meant. Plus, just the same, anyone can choose to screw over their soulmate, and choose something else instead of love and their family--like a certain someone who sent her here in the first place.

    Gene abruptly opened the doors to exit the girls' dorms and continue her jog, but instead ended up coming face-to-chest with the only other person she's seen wearing a uniform. Her breath caught from the surprise, and she took a steady step back while giving a quick apology to nearly running into him. Then, she noticed his hand, and the fact that his pinky had a red string wrapped around it--leading straight to hers.

    Suddenly, she was frozen in surprise, not having expected to come across him so abruptly. She glanced up at his face, then back to his string, and then back to his face again.

    Well, at least he's cute.

    "Having fun?" she quipped, nodding to his hand that was wrapped around the string, and then raising her own. "I hope you were, because you nearly dislocated my pinky."

 
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Roxie Heart


After Roxie got done unpacking she suddenly notice something and.....she was a bit surprised. Tied to her finger was a red thread. She raised an eyebrow. She really hadn't thought she would get a actual soulmate....especially since it was rare she had one to begin with...now she's got another?.....Was this some kind of elaborate joke? Roxie touched the thread and sighed. "Great what is the universe trying to hook me up with this time?" She pulled the earphones out of her ears and stuffed them in her pocket then left the room following the thread. "If its another jock I swear I'm cutting it right then and there."

Roxie followed the thread which lead outside somewhere on campus. As she was following the thread she could see the all the threads belonging to the other students interweaving each other. Some having all the colored threads possible. It was almost hard to concentrate on her own. "I bet half these people won't make it." She mused to herself. Suddenly she stopped as she saw who the thread led to. He was bent down messing with a cat......Wait...cats are allowed on campus? Roxie stared at it and a very light blush crept on to her cheeks. She REALLY wanted to pet it but she refused to give into her urges. Instead she stayed where she was watching. Suddenly the cat jumped on to a ledge and transformed into a cat girl......There was look of surprise on Roxie's face. "I'm so glad I did not go over there and pet it." Roxie mumbled to herself. Finally she decided to make her presence known and walked up to the two.

She walked up to them but her focus was on the boy. "So your name's Jay huh?" Roxie had her arms crossed and smiled at him. It was friendly but her eyes seemed to have a mischievous glint to them. "The names Roxie thought I should come meet the person I seem to be......currently tied to." She said as she held up her hand with the string tied to it. She then looked over to Akria noticing she had a black thread. "Oh well that should be fun." Roxie said not bother to explain what she meant. She then returned her focus to back to her so called soulmate.




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    Remi can't help but chuckle as she feels a slight tingle in her arm, affirming the fact that yes, this awkward man is her soulmate. The socially inept, slightly dumbass, handsome, sweet man is hers for life. No! Stop being ridiculous Remi. Despite wishing she wouldn't, she can't help but secretly fawn over the man in front of her. The man who just bowed. Fuck. "You- you aren't a prince or anything, are you?" She questions him, taking a step back, which feels so unnatural. Everything in her wants to reach out, comfort this man, this Alec, but she can't. Even if he's not a royal, all of this is going to end in a broken heart.

    Of course, Remi would never wish to hurt him. But she will. It's inevitable. He's already so kind, so sweet. That level of nervousness is nothing that could ever be achieved by her. She is too damaged for that. Her stuttering is the result of fear, not anxiety at meeting someone you are meant to love. This man, his only fear is that she would reject him. She has a billion more. This can only end badly. He'll either find out who she really is and reject her, or she will break him. He could shatter into millions of pieces, so no one could ever put him back together.

    Even if he is a prince, even if he is a pretentious asshole, she can't do that to him. She won't. So, she takes another small step back, crossing her arms in front of her. Get him away from you slowly Remi. That way, you can't hurt him. Make it his choice. Make it appear that you aren't interested. She thinks, refusing to look him in the eyes.









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Rosalyn Wilder








Rosalyn's heart skipped a beat when the door began opening, knowing that the guy she could potentially be spending her life with was on the other side. While Rosalyn was hardly a romantic, and wasn't even sure if she believed in true love, she had wondered what this moment would feel like. However, whatever she had imagined before, the reality of seeing Arthur for the first time was drastically different than anything she had fantasized about.

The young man that opened the door was cute, with dark hair and dark eyes, but before Rosalyn could even fully process the moment or register how she felt seeing her soulmate for the first time, Arthur's words broke the silence. Again, Rosalyn was not expecting words of poetry from the boy, but she was caught off guard when his first comment to her was about her appearance.

At first Rosalyn didn't really know how to react and her cheeks flushed indignantly. Her hand instinctively twitched with the urge to slap a more appropriate greeting out of Arthur's mouth, but she resisted, remembering how her grandfather used to warn her about losing her head. The tingling sensation of Arthur's words being etched into Rosalyn's skin caught her attention though, and her blue eyes narrowed dangerously, realizing that they'd be permanent.

"You've really got a way with words, Shakespeare..." Rosalyn replied sarcastically, glancing back up at Arthur and gesturing to her arm. The annoyed expression in her eyes softened some though at Arthur's sheepish apology, and Rosalyn realized that his greeting was an accident. "It's okay... thanks, I guess?" She replied, now feeling a little guilty for her own words that would be etched onto his arm forever.

Heaving a sigh, Rosalyn did her best to recollect herself, and overlook the rocky start, chalking it up to nerves. "Well, nice to meet you Arthur," Rosalyn replied, putting her mask of perfection back on and offering a smile.

The strawberry blonde tilted her head a little when Arthur looked around his room for cameras, unable to even guess that it was because he thought she was a prank. It was probably for the best though that Rosalyn couldn't read Arthur's mind.

After a moment of awkward silence, Arthur invited her in, and Rosalyn reluctantly entered the dorm room, rolling her bag behind her. She typically didn't make a habit of just ending up in guys' rooms, but so far Arthur seemed harmless enough, and she didn't want to stand awkwardly in the hallway the entire conversation. Glancing around Arthur's room, Rosalyn distractedly listened to him as he welcomed her to "their room".

"Oh, sorry, my name's Rosalyn," She replied, before doing a double take at what Arthur had just said. "Wait, what do you mean our room?" She asked, turning to her soulmate. "This isn't -... I mean, we're not-..." Rosalyn began, trying to explain that they weren't roommates as Arthur continued talking.

What side of the bed would you prefer?

Rosalyn turned bright red at Arthur's assumption that she would be sleeping with him, and slaapppp! Rosalyn hadn't even realized what she was doing until it was too late. Arthur was left with a red cheek where she reflexively smacked him, and Rosalyn's blue eyes widened at her own outburst.

"I-I'm sorry!" Rosalyn apologized quickly, before reminding herself that the slap had been a little deserved too. "But I'm also not sorry. What kind of girl do you think I am?!" She asked, offended that her soulmate apparently expected her to be so easy.

Rosalyn crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep the guilt from slapping her soulmate at bay. She’d known Arthur for two minutes and had already lost her temper. Great! Just then, a flash of blue out of the corner of her eye caught Rosalyn’s attention, and she glanced down to see a blue thread now tied around her other hand as well. Double great!




































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Clement Nilssen

Intimidation. Is that what he was meant to be feeling, what everyone around him felt? Clement stole looks at everyone he passed by, looking away as quickly as he could lest they notice. The last thing he wants to be on day one is "the weirdo who stares at you." On nearly every face lied some expression of what Clement took to be intimidation. Granted, he could be wrong. Perhaps it was fear on the mind of the young girl who couldn't stop fiddling with her hair, or anxiety infecting the boy whose hyperventilation could not have been good for his heart. No, it was intimidation. Of that, Clement was sure. He couldn't relate - it wasn't an emotion that came naturally to him.

Clement finished the trek towards the towering building, arriving at the front entrance among a sea of peers. All across the room, huddled up in groups or all alone, people poured over maps of the building, trying to find their way to their rooms. He was sure he wouldn't need his, crumpled in his pocket and torn on every corner. There's only so many ways the dorms could possibly be.

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Three hours later, Clement returned to the lobby for the fifth time, having successfully found every entrance, exit, and secret passageway, but no dorm rooms. The crowd to rival a theme park was replaced with dots of people, panicked and holding onto their maps for dear life. It was time, time to swallow his pride and check the map.

"Where did I put that thing?" Clement whispered to himself. "I know I had it on me, right here, somewhere."

Panic set in. Losing the map was one thing, something he could deal with. It's merely that the methods he would need to do so would not sit well with him. Eyeing a boy who appeared to be his age near the door, thus began the greatest challenge yet.

"Um-"

And he already failed.

"I seem to have lost my school map..."

Did you, or did you just seem to? Indecision will get you nowhere, Clement. And the trailing off at the end does you no favors.

"Could I take a look at yours, please?"

Good, though you asked to "take a look," implying it'll only be a few seconds. What if you need to take longer and you embarrass yourself by looking illiterate in front of this stranger? First impressions are everything, and you're not getting far.

"Alright."

A victory, but a bare one. Clement saw the look in his eyes. Had he said just one more thing wrong, he wouldn't be getting a map. He'd probably be getting laughed at. Or punched. Clement noted his destination, and gave a short thank you before dashing off. For a brief moment, Clement wondered what that boy thought his own face showed. Desperation, worry, intimidation? No, not intimidation. Intimidation isn't an emotion that comes naturally to Clement.
 

Amina


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Manchester's library was a lonely, empty place on arrival day. With no school assignments issued, all students could focus on was getting to meet their soulmates. Very few people thought to spend that time snuggled up by a window with only a good book as company instead. Amina, as usual, proved to be among the few. Not only was she able to escape the crowd of incoming students and their tangles of thread, but she also could find some quiet to clear her head. The second floor of the spacious library was devoid of any life. She had even found an interesting book on the history of seers such as herself. Last night had been a tough one. Her mother had dropped her off at the airport after enjoying their last mother-daughter day. Amina had shed many tears. She had never put so much time or distance between herself and her mother as Manchester would. Exhaustion had found her on the plane hours later, but sleep would not come peacefully. So, she chose to seek comfort in a familiar place. Upon entering the campus, she immediately set out to find the campus library. It was everything she expected and more. After finding a warm seat in an alcove beneath a tall window, she left her bags and began the search for a good read. She'd come across many, which had solidified her decision to spend a fair amount of time there in the future.

She had seen the red thread of fate, no doubt. It came as a surprise that she had a soulmate, but she knew she couldn't afford distractions if she wanted to achieve everything she desired to this year. A small part of her was excited to see just who fate had paired her up with, but that could wait. If she only had a year to study, she needed to start now. Despite this resolution, sleep had finally won her over. The seat had been so toasty under direct sunlight, and her sweater was just big and soft enough that she huddled up beneath it as she read. She had tried to keep her eyes open, but at some point she'd lost the battle and now snoozed peacefully in her reading spot. The book dangled precariously from her relaxed hand, but she showed no signs of waking.

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    Alec chuckled a little nervously and thought about how cute her small giggle was. He momentarily wondered if he could make her laugh with some of his favorite jokes, but then also thought of his own laugh...which would probably be what she actually laughed over. He focused back on her as she took a step back, "Oh! No, no I'm not. I uh, grew up in a palace though, with my father. I'm a knight actually, and the prince is my greatest friend," he explained, "I just, didn't think it would've been a good idea to wear all of the armor. I really don't even wear it that much anyway, it's just more often for show. I did bring some of my sword though because I'd, of course, want to keep training," Oh my god I'm already rambling. Does she think I'm bragging?! he thought as he cut himself off and took a small breath, "Um, sorry. I tend to ramble sometimes," he laughed lightly and rubbed at the back of his neck. He wondered why it seemed to bother her at the possibility of him being a prince, but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable by asking the wrong question. "What about you?" he asked, "Where are you from?"








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  • Bianca looked dumbfounded at her roommate. Did her roommate not realize how terrifying she was right now? Bianca's feeling of fear turned into confusion then into anxiety in the course of only a few sentences. "I actually doubt that." Bianca sighed as she looked to Calista. "If you thought I was evil and you're my roommate....." Bianca's words trailed off. She didn't want to be rejected, but at the same time she didn't want to just sit here with her and stare plainly at the red string. Her hand instinctively reached down to the thread and began to play with it. "How can you be so certain that things will work?" Bianca stood up and took a step towards her roommate only, only to feel a tug from Damian. The shadow seemed to try and warn Bianca not to get involved with her roommate, but how could she not? They were roommates.

    "I mean, sure, this person is SUPPOSED to be my soulmate, but what if they think I'm weird? Or think that I'm evil like you did? Or if they're weirded out by Damian? There's just literally so much that could go wrong. I....I don't....." Bianca's words finally failed her as she tried to piece together her thoughts. I don't want to be hated more than I already am. She remembered her discussion with her mother this morning before she even got to school. The reality of it was that Bianca was weird, no two ways about it, but she liked the occult and magic. It had given her a friend when she needed it. Finally noticing that some tears had slipped from her eyes, she wiped them off on her sleeve. "Sorry about that." Bianca apologized before falling back into her bed. "But you are right about one thing....I guess." Bianca sighed as she started out of their room. "I should at least, MEET, my soulmate. That way, when he inevitably turns me down, I can work on trying to have a normal life." She let out a forced laugh as she reached the door, pausing to look back at Calista. "I'll see you later on then Calista?" She asked hopefully before starting off down the halls, following her thread.

    As she walked and kept herself as small as possible, Damian continued to point the girl in the right direction....hopefully. The thread seemed to always remain taut despite how she moved, so it was difficult to gauge just how close she was getting. That is until she wound up in front of the boys' dorm. "Nope. Not going in there. And Damian, don't you dare push me in." She spoke to her shadow angrily while continuing to eye the building. Now what? I can't just go inside....Bianca sighed while taking a seat at the door and pulling one of the small booklets on summoning from her pocket. "How to summon a treant sapling as a familiar. Interesting." She muttered to herself as she began to read in front of the boys dormitory as if it were nothing. Her interest into the arcane profoundly overwriting her anxiety about standing out.
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Finnabar Mac Canna
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Finnabar's expression went from a wide happy grin to as pretty much as stone-faced as one could be. Part of him was confused had he done something wrong? Was it something he had said or was it because he wasn't supposed to be in the girls dorm? He had seen another guy here earlier and he didn't remember seeing anything about not being allowed in the opposite dorm except after curfew which made since to him. Along with his confusion came anger, he could feel his quick temper already starting to stir and if he was at home he probably would have already acted out, but he recalled the last conversation he had with his mother. She had given him a reminder, the world had all but forgotten them. The Puca were pushed to the side and only remembered as legends of old. Finnabar venturing out into the world would set the tone for how the world would not only see him, but his family, their ancestors etc. Yet he could not fully suppress the anger.

As the woman whose name he still didn't know finished her threat he reached up to the necklace around his neck, taking it in one hand. "Oi, you gone to far now." narrowing his eyes at her his anger started to rise to the surface, but not for the insults thrown at himself. "Take it back. My great great great gran's best friend was a unicorn. A Mac Canna doesn't forget their friends, no matter how long ago it was. " Taking another breath he continued "Even though you have the beauty of the Lough Leanne and brilliant as Aine herself I refuse to let that slide. If you got a problem with me then keep it too me. Leave others out of your manky threats. Furball or not I ain't leavin until I get an apology for my dear gran's friend." Regardless of how ridiculous as this conversation sounded to others this was a point of pride for Finnabard. Even if she was his fated soulmate, even if she hated him afterword's, he wasn't going to just accept the insult to his family friend. If she refused to apologize then she was going to find out real quickly that if a Puca goes down they go down like a hardened whiskey, it's going to be one hell of a fight.
 
Arthur

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Arthur thought that his encounter with Rosalyn was off to a good start. When she said,

You've really got a way with words, Shakespeare.

Arthur took this as a compliment, "why thank you." He smiled, "You are good with words too." Arthur replied as he looked her over again from head to toe. Making his complement about words being really about her body.

Arthur knew he was being very forward by suggesting that she sleep with him. He didn't know how she would respond. The slap was unexpected and caught him off guard. "I thought you were the kind of girl who wouldn't slap her soulmate." Arthur said and rubbed his cheek where he was hit. "Your anger does help to explain things. You're a beautiful girl and for a beautiful girl to be single, there has to be something wrong with her. For you it's clearly your anger that scares men away." Arthur explains to her.

After a moment, Arthur looks at her with a serious face, "there isn't anything else wrong with you, is there?" Arthur asks. He turns away for a moment. "You're probably wondering why I'm single? A great guy like myself, you figure there must be something wrong with me." Arthur says, unaware that she might be turned off by his behavior. Arthur now figures her slapping him was more about her anger issues than his actions. "I'm single because I wasn't ready to settle down. That is until I met the right girl, which is you." Arthur says and playfully touches her nose.

Arthur noticed she looked at her hand and then smiled. Arthur figured his charms were working.
 
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  • The guy that introduced himself as Sun Bao opened the door for him and Nicolai. Karube bowed his head in thanks since he couldn't do much with his arms and made his way inside. The mention of soulmates had given Nicolai pause and Karube started explaining it before his brain could catch up. "Well you know. It's when you have a thread tied to your finger leading to the other..." The nerd's face started heating up again as he realized what he had just said. "Well I mean. That's not the only way of knowing." He chuckled nervously as they walked up the steps to the dorm rooms. "Their words also get written onto your..." Karube briefly wondered if it would be less embarrassing at this point to just let his computer crush and kill him. "I...Don't know how to explain it I guess." His brain was screaming at him to shut up but he couldn't stop himself.

    Karube was all too happy to let the topic change to something else. Anything but how awkward he was. Nicolai started speaking in another language but before Karube could ask what it was Sun spoke up. What the male said made sense but Karube still couldn't wrap his head around it. For whatever reason just thinking about talking to girls nearly gave him an anxiety attack. It was awful. The thought naturally made him think of his soulmate. Somewhere in this school was the girl that was supposed to be his perfect match. He glanced at the string on his finger and could tell that they had moved further apart. Maybe she was avoiding him. He was definitely avoiding her. Did that make him a bad guy?

    The thoughts were interrupted by the three males reaching the dorm rooms finally. Sun had asked about what room he was in but truthfully Karube had forgotten in all the excitement. He'd have to set his stuff down and fish the paper out of his pocket. Looking around the hall it was already a whirlwind of activity. In the hallway were two beds for some reason. If that wasn't strange enough they reached the hall just in time to hear a loud slap come from a room. "The heck is going on up here? Did the apocalypse start when we weren't looking?" Karube set down his computer and reached into his pocket to fish out the paper with his room number on it. "Ah. Right here I am. Thanks again you two. Oh! And here's that gum you wanted!" Karube beamed at the idea that his gum would finally come in handy. He handed Sun the piece and smiled before picking up his computer. He went inside his assigned room and was determined to avoid whatever would cause someone to get slapped like that.

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Anessa Watson
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Standing at the entrance of Manchester Academy was Anessa Watson, her friend Claire, and Claire's dad. Anessa was standing there, marvelling at the school. She had two suitcases, one with her school supplies and one with her personal stuff. "Claire." "Yes?" "Claire." "What?" "CLAIRE." "WHAT IS IT?" "I can't believe I'm actually here!". Claire laughed lightly and was amused by her friend's excitement. "Well what are you waiting for? Go in!" "I really want to, but I also don't wanna leave you! I can't believe you're not attending with me!" "Trust me, I've been begging my dad to let me join you.". Anessa suddenly hugs Claire, getting a yelp from her. A few seconds later, she lets her go. "Alright Anessa, we need to go now." Claire's dad spoke. "Okay. Goodbye Mr. Williams." "Bye Nessie! Text me when you meet your soulmate!" "Bye! And I will!"

They left Anessa at the entrance. She was so excited that it almost made her unable to move. She stepped in, and two threads appeared on her ring finger. She felt like her heart did two flips. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I have a thread! Well, two threads. She was inclined to follow it, but she also wanted to meet her roommate.

She decided to go to her dorm room, since she knew she would be a bumbling mess if she were to talk to her soulmate. She opened the door, hearing some noises from another room. Good, her roommate already arrived. She knocked on their door. "Sorry to bother, but I'm your roommate. I wanted to introduce myself." she stood there, waiting for a response.
 
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    Fuck. fuck fuck fuck. Of course, her soulmate just has to be best fucking friends with a prince. This can't work. There's no possible way this can work. I mean, it was never going to work in the first place but now that he's a knight, there's no chance. Every conversation they have, every time she looks at him it will just remind her of who she was meant to be. No, she was never meant to be like that, like him. She just wasn't meant for that life. I mean, come on. A sarcastic princess who loves bullshitting people? So, she quickly blinks away her tears and looks back to this boy.

    This poor guy, this Alec stops his rambling, which is frankly adorable to ask her a question. Shit. Where is she from? Remi herself isn't quite sure. Half the time she's a princess, left to her own devies, regretting her life choices and wishing she were anywhere else. The rest, she's stuck in a two room shack, worrying about getting enough food for her family and being completely alone, save for two family members. Of course, the shack isn't that bad. Some days, she just sits out there, watching the stars or finding unique flowers by moonlight. At least the clastrophic shack is filled to the brim with positive memories, just as it's filled with people.

    "I-I'm from a smaller kingdom, I suppose. My mother, twin brother and I live right at the edge. Our town is it's own little slice of the world I suppose" She finally answers, smiling slightly as she thinks of her brother. Her brother, the seer! He can fix this. Or maybe, maybe it's already fixed. Maybe he has another thread. Maybe he could choose. That's it! He wouldn't feel rejected and she wouldn't have to reject him. She's not sure she'd be able to anyway.

    "Do you have another thread?" She questions him, seemingly out of the blue and looking him in the eyes for the first time, with an intensity and hope she had never felt before. However, it's unclear, even to her, if she hopes that he has a choice or that he is trapped with her.









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Rosalyn felt a little bad for slapping Arthur as he rubbed his cheek, her attention shifting from the blue thread back to her soulmate. But as Arthur continued to talk, Rosalyn became less and less guilty. If anything, Arthur was lucky the strawberry blonde didn’t smack him again.

She’d already lost her temper once, and she swore to herself that she’d not let it happen again. Rosalyn hadn’t spent the last ten years of her life keeping her emotions in check while around other people, for it all to go down the drain in the first 5 minutes of meeting Arthur. But boy was it tempting to let her emotions spill out when Arthur observed that her anger scared men away. Taking a deep breath and clenching her firsts, Rosalyn forced herself to smile politely.

“I apologize for the outburst, and if I scared you... But I assure you the reason I’m single is hardly because of my anger.” Rosalyn insisted, holding her hands behind her back to reduce any temptation.

When Arthur asked if there was anything else wrong with Rosalyn, implying that there might be more reasons that she was single, her smile faded slightly. She might have literally slapped Arthur earlier, but his words felt like a slap to her face just the same. What else was wrong with her? Rosalyn’s mind instantly began making a list, her self esteem and belief in the soulmate threads starting to crumble.

“Well if there’s anything else wrong with me, I’m sure you’ll point it out in due time.” Rosalyn replied quietly.

So far Arthur had done nothing but insult and objectify Rosalyn, and she could feel the tears threatening to spill out. Even if she didn’t believe in love, it was still crushing to discover that she and her fated soulmate seemed to be incompatible. As Arthur talked about why he was still single, overlooking the seemingly obvious reasons, Rosalyn took a deep breath to recompose herself. Biting back the tears, she plastered a stoic expression on her face.

Rosalyn blinked a couple times when Arthur playfully touched her nose, her cheeks turning red- not from blushing but in annoyance. Her eyes narrowed at Arthur, amazed by his overconfidence and belief that she was the right girl for him.

“I’m so lucky that you still think I’m the right girl despite my anger and all the other things probably wrong with me.” Rosalyn said, the icy tone of her voice contrasting with her fake smile. “Though as wonderful as meeting you has been, I think I should go find my room before your actual roommate shows up.”

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  • Nicolai listened to Karube as he tried to explain soulmate, but ultimately it seemed the boy couldn't get past his blindness to explain proper. I think I'm going to have to tell him that he doesn't need to be cautious around me and that he should just act like I'm anyone else. Otherwise, he's REALLY going to piss me off. He sighed as Sun Bao introduced himself and his opinion of girls came forth. "You're right Sun, different shades of darkness DO look different." Nicolai chuckled at the stupid blind joke he'd come to make out of habit. "As for them being nicer, it depends on which ones you meet." Nicolai focused as his walking stick thumped against something he didn't remember being there. As he reached out, he felt a mattress and couldn't help but chuckle.

    "Seems the pranks are already beginning." Nicolai smiled and as he heard the loud slap, he shook his head. "I have a feeling our time here will be a lively one." As they walked the halls they reached Karube's room. "It was a pleasure meeting you Karube, do be careful when transporting that stuff next time." He smiled before turning to Sun. "And then there were two." Nicolai continued walking, the dull tapping of his cane against the carpet being the only sound before he slowed down and turned to Sun. "So, what's this whole soulmate thing about? He acted like it was common knowledge or something that everyone had. But this was my first hearing anything about it and honestly, I don't believe in such....fallacies." The boy said while generally looking at Sun. The curiosity plainly written on his face.
 
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    Jay was relieved he didn't offend Akira, although he already figured he as such by her demeanor. She seemed pretty welcoming about it, both as a cat and after transforming into a human.

    He was about to continue the conversation until a voice interrupted, sparking his head to turn towards the girl who was walking towards them.

    He was initially on guard when she said his name, confused by her joining in a conversation she seemed to be listening in on--but, her expression garnered his interest. Mischievousness was always interesting, and the look in her eyes made him want to see where she was going with this. But, the length of her eyelashes also caught some of his attention, enough so that he didn't catch the red thread connecting the two of them until after had risen her hand.

    A large, awkward grin began spread across his face as he stared, words coming out in a jumbled ramble.

    "Holy shit, hi! I was just about to get you--well, after putting my suitcase back, because I didn't want it to get in our way. Wow, you're--oh, by Akira--you're very pretty! I certainly lucked out! Nice leather jacket, too, I might steal it from you later. Watch out--ah, here!"

    Jay quickly turned to grab the gifts he had gotten from the top of his suitcase, before hesitating to figure out which one to start with. The bouquet, obviously, but then what does he do with the chocolate? Should he keep them to himself and wait for her reaction for the flowers before offering, or maybe just--okay, fuck it, just give both at once, don't make this complicated! She shouldn't be kept waiting. It'd be weird to hide chocolates, too; she'd definitely see him stuffing them in his pocket before he got the chance to.

    "I hope you like flowers and chocolate," he said, extending his arms to the girl sheepishly, that wild smile never faltering.

    He was a little giddy, and excited.

    "My name's Jay Alvarez--but, you knew the first part already. We should grab a bite to eat together!! I mean, do you want to grab a bite to eat? Ah, I would need to put my stuff in my room, but if you don't mind, we could just walk together! We should get to know each other, after all, if you're cool with it--wait, I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name. What's your name?"

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    Sun merely chuckled lightly at the sight of the mattresses in the hallway. Someone clearly planned to get busy with their soulmates right away. The sound of the slap that followed a bit later only confirmed his suspicion. At least he wasn't the only one to screw up the first meeting. As they reached the Karube's room he was surprised to see that it was the room he was assigned to, they were roommates. "Well Karube" he said giving the younger guy a smile. "Guess I was right about fate. You and I are roommates. Thanks for the gum by the way." He said as he took the piece, unwrapped it, and popped into his mouth. "I didn't choose what side of the room I wanted when I dropped my stuff off so you go ahead and choose. I will just take the other side." At least meeting with his roommate went well. So far he was 2 for 3, it just really sucked that the one he struck out on was his soulmate. That just left him wondering what she was feeling right now... man he really needed to fix this and fast.

    "I will be back in a bit. Going to help Nicolai with this" he said to Karube as he gestured with the heavy case. Turning he quickly followed after Nicolai, the tow of them continuing on in silence for a moment before Nicolai broke it. Stopping and looking at Nicolai's genuine expression it was surprising that he really didn't know about the Soulmate pairings, after all it was part of the appeal of the school. "I'm not going to lie I am kind of shocked you don't know about one of the main attractions of the school. I figured it was going to be common knowledge. I don't know the complex inner workings but the basics is this, Students are assigned a soulmate, someone that they will match with. Each soulmate pair has a thread that connects them tied around your right hand ring finger and you can probably feel it right now. There are four different colors, Red means you are soulmates with them right now, blue means sometime in the future, white means you were in the past, and black means it got severed somehow. Only soulmate pairs or a seer can see the pairs thread so in your case you will want to find a seer or your soulmate to see what color it is." Sun paused in his explanation to give Nicolai a chance to process everything that was said so far.

    After about 30 seconds he continued speaking. "Seers can also supposedly cut a thread, so if you really don't like your soulmate you can get your thread cut. Oh and I remember hearing about the possibility of having multiple soulmates, but school rules makes it so you can only keep one. Finally when a soulmate pair meets their first words are inscribed into your left arm. So choose your words wisely." taking a moment to think over everything he had said he nodded in conclusion, momentary forgetting that Nicolai was blind. "I think that is about it. If you have any questions I will try and answer them. I made sure to do my fair share of research before coming here. Oh last thing. I don't think it's really a fallacy. I've only caught a glimpse of mine but I can already tell I am head over heels for her. I don't know if she feels the same way" Especially after me running away earlier... "but I have a red thread so I am hopeful." he finished by giving Nicolai a big smile.
 
Alexandra Smith, the resident antisocial weirdo walked into the girls dorms hallway, moving past the people that littered the space quietly and quickly, making her way to her dorm. She should socialize, she knew that, but with who? It's not like she was about to approach someone, and she wasn't about to force herself to go after someone just to talk. She would end up running away as quick as she could. Why must you be so awkward? She asked herself, shaking her head. When she opened the door to her dorm, walking over to the bed that she called hers, where her bag was perched. She opened the bag, pulling out what looked like a notebook. Opening it, she'd turn to the newest page, grabbing a pen. Quietly, she began to write, writing a letter to her long dead parents. She knew where those letters would go; right back to the place she had gotten the paper from. She had done this many times before, often writing just to write. She took a breath, finishing the letter quickly. Closing the notebook, she set the letter down beside her, the pen soon following after.

She laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She knew that she wasn't alone in the world, she had learned that years ago when her parents died in a car crash. She should've died that day with them, but she hadn't. She had survived alone for the last ten years, going from family to family until she found the academy. It had given her a place she could call home, a place she knew that she would be safe in, well as safe as she can be in a place full of people. She had learned to interact with others, keep the talk going for as long as she could, and once they were done with her, she let them go, run off to others were they could be away from her and her awkward self. The thoughts of her parents deaths were something she often thought about when she was alone, but with others, she let them talk to her and she tried to talk to them, even if in the end she felt strange doing so.
 

Trinity


Location | Campus, outside boy's dormitoryMentions | None yetMood | Angry

Trinity gaped at the red thread leading into the boy's dorm building. She couldn't believe her soulmate was real. She had arrived on campus early and unpacked first thing, leaving before her roommate had shown up. She had found a nice quiet place to draw and write, but had been interrupted by the appearance of the red thread on her pinky. In shock, she had followed it across campus to this location. She had assumed this school's main promise would be a bust. After all, it was unlikely for a forsaken such as herself to have a soulmate at all. It was thought that the curse interfered with threads of fate. So, this discovery understandably came as a shock to the teen. Now she stood beneath the shadow of the building, debating on following the string any further. What if it was a prank? Or a ploy designed by the school? She would know immediately if this thread was real or not, and yet she couldn't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, she would be able to hear someone else's voice for the first time in her life if it was true, but then she would have to come to terms with soulmates not being bogus therein obligated to actually interact with the person. It could start something she wasn't ready to deal with, whether that be a relationship or a downhill spiral of her senses should she choose not to embrace the relationship. Once again, the curse was forcing her down a path she didn't choose.

As she debated her next move, she was unaware of a rowdy pair of boys approaching from behind until one bumped into her with enough force to cause her unprepared legs to stumble. Anger immediately flared within her, casting shadows under narrowed eyes. She whipped around to glare at the back of the guy responsible.

"Hey, brat! Are you not going to apologize for that?" She hollered. His friend looked back, and murmured something to him, something she couldn't read. The one at fault continued walking, waving her off over her shoulder. If he had responded, she couldn't tell. Frustration rising with anxieties already brewing due to her current dilemma, she took off after him with newfound rage. Sprinting up to him, she cut him off abruptly by jumping straight into his path. Glaring him down face to face with a tight jaw, she felt her untethered anger rising to her lips. Humans were such rude beings. This was actually among the first interactions with one, but she wasn't at all surprised.

The guy stared down at her as if she'd lost it. Her face twitched in irritation.

"Apologize, now." She held his eye, very much determined to win this battle. He didn't waver, and even scoffed at her. She could see his friend laughing awkwardly in disbelief, but her eyes never left the offender. He glanced at his friend, muttering something along the lines of 'said sorry.'

She stepped forward, "I'm fucking deaf. And 'sorry' doesn't cut it. Your clumsy ass bulldozed through me," she quipped, much to his annoyance. She knew her frustration from the soulmate dilemma was partially being aimed at this kid, but releasing it felt so good. Especially towards assholes.

The boy seemed to appear ashamed at first, but than grew haughty, "You don't sound deaf. You sound hysterical. And you were the one in the way."

Tinity's teeth ground against each other so hard that it surprised her that one didn't crack. Well, she was willing to crack some of his. She lunged for his shirt, pulling him closer.

"The fuck is wrong with you? Piece of shit. You'll be hysterical when I'm done with you!" The crack of her fist hitting his face went unheard by her ears, but she felt the impact radiate up her arm. It was worth the pain, as the sight of blood quickly sprouted on his lip. He pushed her away, shouting something that she didn't bother to lip read as she came at him again. Her next land was interrupted by a force ripping her away from the boy, but she'd managed to dig her claws into his collarbone as she was torn away. She thrashed, her short stature easily lifted off her feet by presumably the friend that had disappeared from her line of sight.

"Let go of me! You'll fucking regret this, human trash!" She howled, catching the attention of many other students in the area. She didn't care about them. She really didn't care for anything other than the problem in front of her. She needed to teach that problem a lesson.




Jin


Location | Campus, Front CourtyardMentions | Like-A-Moss Like-A-Moss Mood | Shook

Jin had been so enveloped in his destination at the end of the string that he had only barely paid attention to his surroundings. Occasionally, he would look up to glance around in hopes of spotting who the thread lead to. It was on the twelfth time he did this that he caught the small form of a sprinting cat in the distance. He squinted at it, noticing that it was running straight for him. Normally strays would be scared off, but this one seemed determined to follow its current path. In fact...as they got closer, it appeared to be looking at the ground. He had come to a halt long before he realized that the string he'd been following was actually leading to said cat. Flabbergasted, he looked between the thread on his finger and back to the cat, following it with his eyes carefully to make sure he hadn't seen it wrong. Could one's soulmate be a cat? He'd never heard of such a thing, but he had heard others say such things about the pets they loved dearly. Perhaps fate also played a role in these kind of connections. Did his mother...really cut a thread to his future pet? He was even more lost emotionally than before. The cat was close, still not paying attention. Was this one...special needs? It appeared so. A brain injury, maybe. Had he been fated to care for poor thing because no one else would? Well, he would do his best to give the cat the best life possible, brain injury and school rules be damned.

Prepared to chase after or catch the cat, he watched it barrel towards him. He thought the poor thing would eventually diverge and take off before reaching him, so it was much to his surprise when the adorable creature slammed right into his legs instead. He frowned sadly, feeling bad that he hadn't moved out of the way, as he watched the poor thing stumble. Definitely a brain injury.

Kneeling down to reach out to the babe, he chuckled at the angry meow. Typical cat, even when sick. "I'm sorry, kitty-HOLY SHIT!"

Jin fumbled on the balls of his feet, lost his balance and fell back onto his rear end amidst no small amount of flailing. The cat had turned into a young girl right before his eyes. She had apologized bashfully, but his mind hadn't caught up enough to register that. "You're not a-" he stared at the fluffy ears atop her head, before glancing down at the tail around her waist, "cat?" The word left his lips as a question, startled out of his mind. His soulmate was a...cat person? No, cat-human? Cat hybrid? An anime character? What was happening....

He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. Perhaps when he opened them, she wouldn't even be there. Maybe he was the one with the brain injury?




Guyden


Location | Outside Girls' Dormitory Mentions |@MasterJuann Mood | Embarrassed and Confused

Guyden, typically spacey as he was, was so intent on discovering the secret to this seemingly innocent lead of thread that he barely registered when a young woman swung the front door open. With little time to react, he just stood there as she slammed into his chest. An 'oof' sound past his lips, eyes widening slightly at the shock more than the impact. An apology wafted up to his ears, and he blinked before looking down at the young woman. She was adorable, really. With long decorated dreads down to the chunky white sneakers she wore, she gave off an air of confidence Guyden admired. Plus, she was short, by his standards, with big eyes and a rounded face that made her look even younger than she probably was. Like a cute little cartoon character, he surmised. He realized he had been deadpanning at her for too long when her stern expression broke him from his thoughts. A character that's cute even when angry...he thought before forcing his attention back on her. He'd been quiet too long, and he did feel bad for hurting her. What an idiot he had been! Just standing there in the way, yanking on it knowing the thread may be tied to someone's hand.

"Are you all right?" He asked, knowing the question was just a formality, but genuinely feeling apologetic and even concerned for her offended pinky. He glanced down at it and the red string, not realizing how dull he appeared as he began to get lost in his internal inquires as to its origins. Who had done this? How? Did she know? He wanted to wait for her answer, but he was itching for answers of his own. He raised his hand in question, meeting her eye once more, "Sorry...I'm just...do you know anything about this?" He struggled to find the words to the right question, and knew she would probably respond with something about soulmates and the school helping find one and yada yada. He sighed quietly, unsure how to go about discussing the odd thread and resigned to stare at it once more.


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    He seemed harmless, but she was slightly confused by the staring. Did he not hear her or something? Genesis glanced behind her to ensure that it was, in fact, her that this Guy was looking at, and was left in slight confusion by the conclusion. He was too straight-faced, and it sort of sucked that she couldn't understand his expression. Usually, people came easy for her.

    Luckily, he must've snapped out of it right then, because she didn't get a chance to comment before he asked about her wellbeing.

    The soulmate's words and demeanor immediately dissipated her annoyance, and she decided to just forget about the whole ordeal. He probably didn't realize the effect--hell, even she didn't know about this herself until it happened.

    "I'm fine," she replied, briefly looking to her arm and seeing his first words appear on her skin. "It's not that big a deal; don't worry about it."

    His follow up question caused her eyebrows to shoot straight up, and she watched as his attention was slowly pulled back to the string. He was staring at it quite hard--ah, was this him trying to analyze it?

    "Cute," she thought to herself.

    "Well, before I answer your question, let's move to the side so we don't cover the entrance," Gene said, letting her hand lightly press against his arm to guide him away from the door. Afterwards, she slipped them back into her pockets, and looked at the boy curiously.

    "Are you asking about the thread, or soulmates in general?"


 
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Guyden had noticed a bit late that she had been studying her wrist. A tattoo, specifically some inked words. He tried to read it, but was brought back to his current question at the sight of her surprised expression. So, she must know something about this. But instead of answering the question directly, she suggested they move out of the way and he felt some heat rise to his face. He'd, once again, forgotten that he was standing in the door like a giant idiot. He scowled at his impolite behavior, only for it to lax as he stiffened at the gentle hand guiding him off to the side. It was such a foreign gesture to him, to be touched, that he momentarily wondered what was before realizing it was her hand's polite assistance. His face softened in appreciation as he turned back to look at her, catching a glimpse of his wrist only as he began to answer her question.

"Ah, in general..." he said, brow furrowing as he raised the wrist up to study it. "But, uh..." he had officially lost his train of thought amid studying the words inked into his skin. A small grunt of confusion reverberated in his throat as he reread the words. He had no tattoos. They were costly, and he was an unemployed minor as of recently. His parents wouldn't ever approve. Yet he clearly had the words 'Having fun?' clearly etched into the soft skin of his wrist.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, not even able to glance back at her. Why did those words sound so familiar? How did it get there? This was going way farther than any trick the school could pull off. "The school said they find your soulmate, but that's a gimmick?" He pondered, really to himself. What the hell was going on?



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    Alec smiled lightly, noticing Remi's small smile as she talked about her family. "I was from a smaller town as well. It wasn't near the outside, but my father was always at the palace with the king, since he's one of his personal guards. After my mother passed, I moved there with him," he explained briefly. Sometimes, people would always apologize or something of the like once he told them of his mother, but he was young enough that he hardly remembers or gets upset by it really. He always figured it was because of the stories his father would tell him. His father is a big and stoic man, who rarely shows emotion besides determination and happiness. Of course, he'll also show when he's proud of his son. His father used to joke that he got his flusteredness from his mother, as he had had no problem walking up to her when they first met, but she had always been shy around him.
    Alec paused slightly at the sudden question and his heart seemed to skip a beat as she finally looked him in the eyes. A part of him was glad, but he also felt more flustered around her now at the same time. He was also confused by the quesiton and glanced at his hands before looking back at her. She looked so...intense with her question, but as soon as he was about to answer a different woman walked down and yelled at them both, causing a darker blush to spread across his cheeks and ears. He hadn't thought they were super....lovey. Were they? He tried his best to control his blush, which was practically impossible anyway, and answered her question. "Uh, no, I don't. The only thread I have is ours," he smiled lightly out of nerves and held up the thread slightly, "Why?" he questioned.








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  • NIcolai listened intently to what Sun was telling him, to the point that he seemed to turn off some of his other senses. The smell of cleaning products and the light sweat from people moving had faded. Each word came in and it took Nicolai a bit of time to process. "Sounds to me like that could be a really interesting part of this school." He smiled as he started to pick up a bit of shouting. It was likely coming from outside and through an open window, but it sounded like a fight. Just as he thought about leaving it though, he also finally noticed the odd feeling on his finger. It was a silk-like feeling wrapped around his finger several times....holy shit this soulmate stuff is real. Nicolai looked to Sun Bao. "I guess you're right that it isn't a fallacy." He chuckled a bit as he questioned the timing of him feeling the thread with the argument outside. "Sun, my room is at the end of the hall on the left from this side. Would you mind putting my stuff in there and then running outside? I don't care about which side of the room I'm on. And can work it out with whomever I'm rooming with then."

    Nicolai made his way down the stairs rather quickly this time thanks to his earlier tours of the campus and out into the front of the building only to hear quite a few people murmuring. "Did you see what happened?" "Sounded like she picked a fight with them." "She got a good hit on him too. Don't think he's going to take it easy on her just because she's a girl." Nicolai sighed as he approached the screaming and as if he wasn't aware of anything started walking out, tapping his cane along the ground. Every step he got closer to the screaming voice and the more, heavy and weighted the thread felt. My soulmate has a lot of fire, I'll give her that. He chuckled as he casually walked right into where his soulmate sounded to be, but instead was a massive male body.

    "Hold her still I owe her for the busted lip." Nicolai heard. Two against one AND against a woman. Not something I can let slide. "Another one?" The male turned his head and looked at Nicolai. The male seemingly not sure how to act, but he did manage to loosen his grip on his hostage. Nicolai reached out and pat the man on the back. Really getting a feel for the boy's size. "You're a big guy aren't ya." Nicolai chuckled plainly as he stood there as if expecting the male to move. He knew that people really didn't know how to deal with his blindness, especially since Nicolai didn't like wearing sunglasses to hide the fact from people. Why hide it when it's going to come out easily enough. Nicolai ran his walking stick along the back of the man's leg, "there it is." He smirked before taking the tool to the back of the male's knee causing him to buckle and let the girl go. "Did you really just..." His words were cut off as Nicolai followed up hitting the man in the gut with his stick knocking the air out of him. It amazes me just how much my fitness instructors' lessons are paying off. Maybe he's psychic or something. "Oh my, it seems your buddy needs to be taken to the infirmary." Nicolai smiled while turning to where he heard the other male speaking a moment ago. "Unless you like the idea of getting in a fight with a blind kid and more than likely losing." As he heard the second guy getting back onto his feet, Nicolai turned and slammed his stick once again into his stomach. This time a loud dry heave came with it. "You'll pay for this kid." The one shouted as he seemed to help his friend up and carry him off.

    Remembering that there was someone else in the little scuffle, Nicolai set out to find her. It took him a bit of exploring the air before his hand finally came to rest on the girl's shoulder. Despite the cloth separating them, the sudden surge of sensation that ran from his finger with the thread straight to his brain nearly made him let go. It felt supernatural. "Wow, you're quite the woman aren't you?" NIcolai gave a warm smile to the girl before asking. "Are you okay? I have to ask because," He waved his free hand in front of his face with his usual chuckle. "It's the only way I can check without getting too touchy." His hand was still holding her shoulder, though she could easily break away if she wanted to.
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