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Post by Will Wright on Jul 13, 2009 21:14:42 GMT
"A theastrel is a winged creature..only people who have seen death can see them though and by seen death I mean witnessed a death. I think he can speak quite a few different languages and I'm not telepathic, he is but it's like a two way thing and he can't speak normally. Theastrels aren't telepathic as far as I am aware and it's understandable. The only other classes are the normal school ones like english, maths, biology all that jazz. And then you've got Elemental Training if you have an elemental power and Battle Training..although that's really only for the Warriors to train in." she smiled at having answered all of his questions, "Sooo you her full brother?"
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Jul 25, 2009 21:45:10 GMT
Mikhail nodded enthusiastically in interest as he took in all the information Will was explaining to him. He was glad that he wasn't going to have magic classes shoved down his throat every hour of the day. After failing to have any real schooling as a teenager he was looking forward to it.
The next thing Will said though puzzled the boy ever so slightly. Why wouldn't he be Tamika's full brother? He hadn't grown up with his father around but really, was that any reason to doubt the boys paternal routes? "Uh, yeah, of course I am..." He eventually responsed, although audibly puzzled. Mikhail tried to ease the furrowing in his brows and confusion on in his face in favor of sipping his orange juice. He didn't know about Will, but the conversation turned awkward for him after that question. He didn't like the confusion that he was feeling and that made him go quiet for a few minutes.
"So, um..." Mikhail eventually started again, "What stuff is there to do around here?" It was a dull subject, and he would really rather to find activities himself, but he was struggling for something to say. |
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Post by Will Wright on Aug 13, 2009 22:19:21 GMT
Stuff to do....stuff to doooo....
"Eh...erm..to be honest..not much actually. I mean there is a bowling alley and there are fields to ride bikes in and then there are the stables and the gym and the mountains for exploring and the lake for swimming but apart from those..there really isn't a lot. None that I can think of." she paused, "Oh! and you can go to the coffee shop and get a book out and read it in there or you can go up to the library were they have and endless supply of books and yes, I know I am stating the absolute obvious by saying that."
She circled the top of her drink with her finger as she searched for another topic of conversation. Ugh! I really hate small talk or searching for a conversation to discuss...
"So...what did you do for fun back home...I mean, like, what do you find interesting?"
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Aug 17, 2009 0:16:37 GMT
"Awesome! Is there like, BMX trails and stuff? That'd be so awesome if there was, I tried riding in the streets but all these old ladies started shouting Scottish things at me and it was kind of terrifying..." Mikhail joked, although it had been pretty da*n scary at the time. He was pretty intrigued by all the explorationg and stuff, and liked the idea of a bowling alley so close to his new home. "Don't worry about the obvious stating about the books, I need that reassurance. I can usually only read a book once to enjoy it. It gets boring after you read a book and then start repeating it to yourself out when you have nothing to do..." He hated that part of an eidetic memory. Books were his passion, but they lost their fun so quickly.
"Back home?" Mikhail repeated in a mumble as he stared at his drink again. He hadn't really done much back home. Well, nothing of real interest. "I learnt drums back home for a while. And I read a whole bunch, and rode my bike. And I'd hang out with Begemot a whole bunch, teach him little tricks and stuff. I used to play cards with old people at the senior centre a whole bunch to pass time. I wasn't allowed to go to school so that was my only real social interactions." Even Mikhail could admit, that sounded pathetic as hell. He had really wanted to make friends, but his mother and grandmother thought school would be a bad idea and raise suspicion. He gave a soft sigh and then glanced back up to Will. "What area of Germany are you from?" |
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Post by Will Wright on Aug 22, 2009 20:33:41 GMT
"Oh..that must've sucked. I'm from Wolfsburg. It's a lovely area, very pretty," she smiled, and radjusted her sitting position as sitting on her leg became uncomfortable. She heard the door open and a cool breeze entered with the person. It felt nice...refreshing. The pub was starting to feel kind of stuffy..probably because more people were coming in for lunch and what not, "Oh, yes! Yes there are BMX trails, sorry," she gave a nervous giggle, "Tammy's quite fond of them..though I on the otherhand, think I will pass everytime anyone ever asks me to have a go on those things again,"
She sighed and rolled her eyes as she remembered her first and last time on one of those things. It had been fun but it was Tamika's hooby, not hers and that was a definate.
"I prefer to do less suicidal sports like..jogging or swimming or...racing in the air, hahaha."
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Aug 22, 2009 22:09:54 GMT
"Dude, it was so bad it was unbelievable. They were all typical paranoid Russians. I mentioned my penpal in Romania once, and a whole bunch of them went off on a schpell ((total sp)) about how I should only have Russian friends. It was pretty funny at times though," Mikhail smiled, remembering one old woman chasing him in circles with a handbag. Old women hating him seemed to be a general theme of Mikhails young life.
"Wolfsburg..?" Mikhail said quietly to himself, repeating it a couple of times in thought. "That's twinned with Tolyatti I do believe. And has the Volkswagen headquarters, right?" He was trying to show a interest in where Will came from so it could keep a conversation flowing. Plus, he liked Germany. Total bonus.
Mikhail grinned and resisted shouting score when Will confirmed that there were trails for people to ride BMX on. That would be him set for a fun time when he had nothing else to do. And he could go with his sister. Bonus. Although he would feel kind of crappy about it since his current BMX was her old one she had brought with her from Yekaterinburg. "Awesome. Oh man, did she make you go on a dirtbike? It's a total fail. That's why BMX is more fun than FMX, it's less life threatening. I have no idea what she and Joshua like about it." |
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Post by Will Wright on Aug 25, 2009 19:56:28 GMT
Will was impressed that he knew that about her place of living. Not many people did, "That's right. The headquarters of Wolkswagen is there. Actually where my dad worked. It's a rather cool place. And fun to watch the cars being built and designed."
She smiled as she remembered the times when she went into her dad's work with him. It had been fun.
"I'd probably say that's why they like FMX. IT's suicidal...probably gives a more thrill factor than BMX and let's face it..they are kinda crazy that pair. Watch out while you're around 'em, eh?" she joked.
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Aug 26, 2009 14:57:05 GMT
Mikhail had now officially entered a total state of awe. "You got to see inside the factory? Actually, strike that, even just your dad working there is the most awesome thing I've heard. Did you get to watch the engines being constructed or was it just the car bodies you got to watch?" He gushed the sentences out at a speed which was a new record for even him. He wondered if he'd actually been understandable, but guessed he probably was. He wasn't too bad compared to a bunch of people he knew for speed rambling. "That should totally be an Olympic sport," Mikhail thought, rather amused at the prospect.
Mikhail nodded and laughed, resisting his urge to give a little 'here, here!'. His sister really was off her rocker for participating in the sport, especially with the accidents she and her friends had back home. "They're like two peas in a pod when it comes to being off their rockers," Mikhail laughed. He felt pretty proud of himself for using two phrases he wasn't familiar with in one sentence. He took a drink of his orange juice which he now realised was the last dregs. He set the glass down and pushed it a little bit more into the centre of the table. ((Sorry about the ending. I was gonna put a question in but my mind went totally blank)) |
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Post by Will Wright on Aug 26, 2009 21:51:57 GMT
Will sat in amazement.
How anyone could words out that fast and still being able to be made out clearly was unreal. It just seemed...impossible. Yeah, Will rambled but never ever that fast. Also, she'd probably go so fast she'd start in English and finish in German.
"A bit of both actually. I preferred to see the car's bodies being made as to the engines. The engines just seemed to...complicated, though in saying that I do know a little about them," she smiled, "Yeah, it was rather awesome to watch. Seeing it all done and that. It's weird y'know? Being able to walk down the street or being in a car and seeing other people in Volkswagen's and wondering whether that was the car I saw being made or whether it was the one my dad helped design or build."
She finished of her drink and leaned back into her chair. Mikhail was like Tamika in a way but totally different in another. It was rather amusing for Will as she compared them and then realizing the differences in them.
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Aug 27, 2009 15:57:09 GMT
Mikhail nodded and listened intently as Will recalled her childhood and her fathers work. He was insanely jealous of her; the coolest thing his father did was, well he wasn't quite sure, he never met him. From pictures though, Mikhail knew Feliks had a pretty awesome moustache, that was about it. 'Note to self; bug maht' about what dad was like...' He thought, deciding that his lack of knowledge regarding his father was dispicable.
"That sounds awesome. Did your dad drive a Vilkswagen that he helped to make? Or was he surrounded by the so much that he wanted different brands out of work?" He joked, although it was a really crappy joke, even by his standards. Mikhail glanced down into Begemots cage, momentarily concerned as the kitten hadn't bounced around in a few minutes. He was relieved though to see his pet had curled up and was sleeping in a corner of the cage.
"What're the teachers like here?" Mikhail asked out of the blue, "And the students for that matter. Is everyone nice? Or even nice-ish?" That was one of the teenagers worst nightmares; going to a place where everyone was horrible and he sat in a corner like a big loner. |
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Post by Will Wright on Aug 28, 2009 20:23:32 GMT
"What're the teachers like here? And the students for that matter. Is everyone nice? Or even nice-ish?" this boy never stopped. He was extremely inquisitive unlike Tamika. She hardly asked questions and if she did it was only a couple but her brother...
She laughed, "We had a Wolkswagen but we had two other cars to both of different makes. And the teachers are brilliant, if you have Miss Gregg don't get on her badside and dear help you if you have Mrs. Vorto, she's lovely but sooooo easy to take the mick out of as Tamika and I have so often done and all the others are lovely," she took another sip to moisten her dried up mouth, " The students...well almost all of them are nice. As with any school you get the bad ones along with the good ones so it's like any other shcool only with powers and groups which are tightly knit. The whole school is pretty snug. I'm sure you'll have absolutely no problems fitting in and it's not like you don't know anybody. You have Tamika and I and we can introduce you to our friends if you want us to."
She smiled at him and started to chew on a piece of her hair as was becoming one of her new found habits not that she had enough of them or anything but she stopped as she thought he might think it disgusting and not make a very good impression.
"SO, what are you hoping to become when you are older? What do you aspire to be?" she asked in hopes of keeping the conversation running and on a topic he liked.
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Aug 30, 2009 21:55:40 GMT
Mikhail chuckled softly. It was so like his sister to take the p*ss out of some teacher when in the presence of friends. "What does Missus Vorto teach?" He asked. It would always be good to have a heads up about the subject when he went to check out his timetable. Speaking of which, he'd really have to get up to the school office before the day was over. "Awesome! Is it easy to make friends in the groups? It'd be cool to have some friends in Academics and stuff... I'm sure you and Tamika's friends wouldn't appreciate some kid hanging out with them," he smiled, although knowing Mikhail that wouldn't stop him from chatting away to them. A prime example was how well he was getting along with Will at present time.
Mikhail pursed his lips for a moment in thought about Will's question. "I guess..." He started, although immediately stopped again, realising he had no idea what he was going to say. A few more seconds of hesitation and he finally had an answer to give Will, "I'd like to be a writer. And write those intricate crime novels that have the really intelligent plots. My grandmother and grandfather's house in Archangelsk is empty, so I'll probably go up and renovate that, and then spend winters locked away there writing. Of course I'll probably become an angry drunk or go crazy, but it'll probably be worth. What do you want to do?" |
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Post by Will Wright on Aug 31, 2009 16:03:13 GMT
"She teaches German and Russian along with a few other languages." then she pondered over his second question...was it easy to make friends from the groups? "I'd say it's fairly easy, yes. I also think it depends what kind of person you get along with. I have a few friends from each of the groups. I also think it's quite easy to make friends in your own group and I certainly don't think you'd have a problem. You're very out-going and that's a good thing," she smiled at him and finished of her drink, "I don't know...I think I'll go into nursing for people or animals. Anything in that sort of area," she shrugged.
As she was was about to ask Mikhail another question, a waitress came over.
"May I get you another drink?" she asked as she took the two bottles and placed them on the tray.
"Yes please, can I please have Apple Britvic please? Would you like another drink Mikahail?"
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Aug 31, 2009 22:50:02 GMT
Mikhail rolled his eyes and let out a groan, "Nothing good happens with language teachers. I think Tamika may have told me about Mrs Vorto before. She could speak neither German nor Russian correctly, yes?" He didn't like language teachers one bit, much less those that thought they knew more than the students just because of age. That's why he liked to learn languages by reading; no one could patronise him that way.
"Oh yay! It's always nice to make new friends. I've never really had proper friends either, pretty sucky. Well, hooray for new beginnings!" He toasted to himself, even though his drink was finished. "Nursing, huh? That's pretty awesome. Do you have to go to a different school for teaching that area, or can you train for that in the hospital wing?" Mikhail asked. That would be cool if people could stay after their schooling was finished to train in a subject, it'd be pretty practical too.
Mikhail zoned out for a second as the waitress came over, and started thinking about how Begemot would settle into his new surroundings. He snapped back to attention though when Will asked if wanted another drink. "Um, yes. Can I get another orange juice, please?" He asked the waitress with a soft smile. As the waitress walked away Mikhail dug into his pocket for his spare change. He took out the correct money and set it on the table in front of him. |
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Post by Will Wright on Sept 5, 2009 20:34:02 GMT
As Mikhail set his money on the table, Will dazed out and was listening to the music that was playing and as the last song ended and a new song came on she sat up and listened and started to hum along and then actually sing to it. She was so into singing mode she hadn't realized nearly every head had turned towards her and when the song had finished and noticed she blushed vibrantly and hung her head letting her hair hide her face from view.
The waitress came back and set their orders on the table and took the money Mikhail had left on it, "There you go," and she smiled as she turned away.
"I have absolutely no idea. I don't think you can study properly in the Hospital Wing, I reckon you ahve to got to university and do placements in proper hospitals..which kind of sucks in one way and is awesome in another." she gave a small laugh and took a sip, "As for Mrs. Vorto..no, she really couldn't and she really didn't like it when Tammy and I corrected her."
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