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Post by Flamewolf on Mar 9, 2008 11:04:06 GMT -5
(And, heh, not finding it xD. Anyone's welcomed to join.)
This is one of the few quiet areas in the Weyr where one could think in peace. With low noise, not many people, if you were just standing there, or pacing, in deep thought, nobody would give you a second look. A perfect place for a kid like Kyeidahel, who was pacing just inside the Weyr, beyond the weyr entrance. He was thinking, something he normally tried to avoid because of a certain...
*You need to act like you know what you're doing. Stand up straighter.*
...Hel. Ky grumbled under his breath, folding his arms across his chest, exasperated. Why couldn't he ever just leave him alone?
*I'm you, you idiot. Shards, you need to take more classes.*
Ky stopped. "Would you cut it out, Hel?" He'd been frequently annoyed, harpered, discussed, and nagged on by his alternate personality for a good amount of years now. Quickly, the candidate looked around. Nobody had heard him talk aloud. Good.
*You wouldn't have to worry if you just listened to me.*
"I'm not going to listen to you, Hel!" Ky exclaimed, louder than he'd inteneded. He cringed, looked around, and hastily sat down, peering around before leaning against a rock wall. He sighed as Hel started to run off about a lecture. Slowly, gradually, anger started to churn inside him. He didn't realize that footsteps were coming not far from him. To approach him, perhaps?
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Post by .K.aci on Mar 13, 2008 16:20:21 GMT -5
Rhythm was all about keeping together, making things sound good, smoothly go together. Without rhythm in life, it was a mass hysteria, confusion, and nothing was quite right. It started inside and outside the body, with your heart. It was funny how everything was hooked to the heart. Without that, we wouldn't live, wouldn't be able to call ourselves human. It was the same with souls, that everything tied in with them. It was odd that one thing couldn't live without the other, and everything was planned, although we may not know it. The fact that Hauze was balanced on the precipice of insanity was part of a bigger picture, and one that they, as mere mortals, could not gleam. The fact that they were about to be thrown together, two souls that were both plagued with similar aliments, was no mere coincidence, but they were never to know that the features that governed them had planned this out.
Two young men, both similar, but at the same time so different. Both touched with something, cut from a slightly different mold as most people. Both were tall, walked straight, had decent teeth for a civilization that lived without toothbrushes, and both had unusual eyes, although the first won that small prize, as Hauze's eyes shifted only along the blue scale, never changing to another color entirely. Hauze had white blond hair, shaggy and down almost to his chin, while the young man was brown haired, not as long, and kept more presentable.
How their insanities manifested was an amusing sight to see as well. Hauze boldly wore a rarity, tattoo's. Starting at his temple, it snaked down the side of his face and around his neck, disappearing down his shirt at the back and emerging back down his arm, where it coiled like a snake to end at his palm. His insanity was caused in part, by perfection, and Hauze strove to reduce any amount of perfection or good looks he had. On the other hand, Kyeidahel's manifested by way of his personality, causing two people in one mind. One boy appearance, one boy personality, and yet they were two in the same. It would be interesting to see them together.
Hauze walked like a hunter, silent, graceful, but giving the air that he could leap at any moment. As a Trader, he had to learn to hunt, and clumsy at first, it had taken him a long time to stalk silently. Now, walking down to the entrance of the Weyr, he cursed the pebbles that caused that silence to disappear. The small rocks churning against each other, cackling their pleasure at making Hauze again be visible and heard, were an annoyance, but he ignored it. At his side, like always, paced the great sandy colored rangy feline, who, despite the pebbles, walked silently.
'-listen to you, Hel!'
The voice was barely in earshot, and an elegantly pierced ear picked up the noise. Curious, Hauze stretched long legs and trotted down to the commotion.
"Are you alright?"
Was spoken before he took in the picture, and then of course, he was a bit startled to find just one youth, instead of two, sitting there.
"I'm sorry... I thought I heard two of you down here..."
Forehead wrinkled, the startling young man took a step backwards, although bright eyes never turned from the male, while Amora, uninterested, began to wash.
The appearance of another person did something for Hauze, however. The yawning gap in his mind that threatened to swallow him, take him over and turn him into what he had felt when the knife had sunk into her, was shoved backwards, and the small figure stationed next to it could lean backwards, breath for a moment. There were pluses to meeting new people, he supposed. |
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Post by Flamewolf on Mar 14, 2008 21:06:50 GMT -5
Ky was really getting ticked. "Hel-" he began, but was cut off by another voice. Startled, his head snapped up, but he saw it was only another candidate. He looked at him curiously- he'd never seen tattoos before- but he didn't even think anything of it. But, Hel, on the other hand...
*Shards, what's all over his face?*
"Shut up, Hel," Ky muttered very quietly.
*Don't say anything to me! He'll just think you're a kook; though, he probably is. al-*
"Hel!" he exclaimed sharply, then blinked when he still saw Hauze standing there. Oops...Oh well, the damage was already done. How right the kid was; and wrong at the same time. He smiled slightly at him. "Sorry," he apologized. Okay, what was he going to say to him? How, for the love of Faranth, was he going to explain Hel to him?
*You don't have to explain anything. Tell him to get lost. He's a bad influence anyway.*
"Shutup, Hel!" he snapped once again, then refocused on the other kid, smiling apologetically. "You're wrong; and right at the same time."
*Only someone like him...*
Ky didn't remark that time. He just gave a quick mental jab at the small corner of his mind where Hel was. It had taken him a few years to figure out where it was, but he'd found it, and now he used it against him whenever he got to...talkative. "Um...have you ever heard of a split personality?" he finally asked lamely.
*Doesn't look like he's heard of poison either.*
Shard it, Hel, quiet! Ky thought sharply to his alternate ego and then his blue gaze looked at the unique boy in front of him without any hint of a problem with the way he looked. Guys like them had to stick together; right? But....Hel probably just ruined it for Ky. Looks like Kyeidahel was looking forward to an interesting three-way conversation that only two people could really experience.
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Post by .K.aci on May 20, 2008 16:48:01 GMT -5
Emotions were something that Hauze tended to distance himself from. They were powerful, dangerous, and when he tampered with them they only pushed him farther off that eternal cliff.
'Shut up, Hel.'
Hauze picked it up anyway, although the candidate looked on calmly, slightly confused, more amused.
"Actually, It's Hauze. And I'm sorry."
His face was blank, revealing nothing as was led to believe that the person was talking to him about shutting up.
'Hel!'
"Hauze."
Quietly, still relaxed, although one graceful hand dropped to rest on the large feline's head. Yes, he was an odd character, but the one infront of him was worse, the way it was going. Hauze was calm, the hand that was not idly scratching Amora deep in the pocket of his dark breeches, helping the image of a relaxed person.
'Sorry.'
"For what?"
The retort was quiet, as were all his words, but he cocked his head at the boy infront of him.
"I was speaking out of line."
'Shutup, Hel!'
"Hmm..."
The noise, made as he worried one lip between his teeth, was hard to hear over, but his next words were of the same tone as all the others.
"I'm guessing you aren't speaking to me, or else you would have to be a dullard, and they don't let Candidates in that have something wrong with them..."
Of course, they had never found out about Hauze's problem, and the dragon that had Searched him sensed that, but with his high empathy rate and the fact that he seemed to almost need a stabling point in his mind... Well, let's just say that was a shaky subject.
'You're wrong; and right at the same time.'
"Hmm?"
This time it was not a musing sound. A questioning, thoughtful, go on sound that urged him to keep speaking.
'Um...have you ever heard of a split personality?'
"Ah."
The word escaped from him, and he lifted a corner of his lip just slightly, a smile in the world of Hauze.
You could just stab him and keep walking.
The, not voice, for it wasn't that at all, yawned up from the hole, and for a moment Hauze tipped unsteadily on the edge. But the boy's waiting gaze gave him something to focus on, and Hauze turned instead to the male, latching blue eyes with blue eyes.
"Yes, actually. That's very interesting... Were you born with it, or did it come after a period in your life?"
The scholar in him, interested as always, paid close attention, while the part of him that could care less wandered off, making that figure sway like a tree in high winds. Shard it, life was so unfair. [/color] |
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Post by Flamewolf on May 21, 2008 19:42:33 GMT -5
*Great, Ky, look what you did. Just walk away before you make things worse-*
His voice was cut off as the other candidate, who's name was Hauze after a bit of confusion with Ky's snaps at his other self, questioned him about the split personality. Ky smiled triumphantly, mostly to Hel, who huffed in the echoes of his (their?) mind and shunned himself out.
The boy took a moment to take in the slight sway of the candidate, mulling on the comment he had given earlier about Ky speaking to him and the "dullard" thing, before smiling slightly at him.
"It's...kind of complicated," he began.
*We're complicated.*
"Hel, let me finish for once!" Ky said in an exasperated tone. Hel quieted, and then he refocused on Hauze and coughed in embarrassment. "It kind of runs in the family. But I-"
*We.*
"You weren't prominent then, and you already knew, so no, it was only me," Ky argued before continuing as if uninterrupted, "I didn't realize I had it until I was kicked by a runnerbeast."
*He hurt. Stupid stablehand.*
"You're telling me," he agreed, then glanced to Hauze. "Sorry, I sometimes do that without thinking," he apologized.
*Since when did you think?*
Ky gave a sigh and ignored Hel. It was better than him taking over, which would be horrible. Especially since Hel didn't seem to like Hauze all that much; but Ky did. He was cooler than others (very much including his father) about him. But he did notice something different about Hauze, something he couldn't identify. Hel started muttering to himself, but Ky ignored him. He couldn't hear him clearly anyways. Now, to wait and see what he would say.
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Post by .K.aci on May 29, 2008 17:30:25 GMT -5
The smile that lit his face up amused Hauze, although it didn't really show on the placid face.
'It's...kind of complicated, -Hel, let me finish for once!- It kind of runs in the family. But I- -You weren't prominent then, and you already knew, so no, it was only me,- I didn't realize I had it until I was kicked by a runnerbeast. -You're telling me.' Sorry, I sometimes do that without thinking.'
The conversation, one sided and not all towards him, was amusing. Not one to temper quickly, Hauze found it very funny, and he relaxed his posture as Amora, next to him, yawned and lay down on the pebbles.
"That's interesting. I've found that something such as that runs in families."
His own mind flitted to his siblings, MIA.
"My little brother's, twins. One's a hypodermic, and the other is a hemophiliac. Then, my little sister, her blood pressure is lower than normal."
His quick explanation was a sign of mild trust - this boy was just as insane as he, it seemed, and he was suddenly attached. However, he seemed to deal with it much better than Hauze. He had gone out and shoved a metal needle through his ear, and marked up his skin, a lot. Unconsciously his hand rose to rub the side of his face where the marking's were, elegantly twisting down the side of his neck.
"You handle it quite well, however."
Then a new thought.
"Is it a bother, this voice? Have you tried to get rid of it?"
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Post by Flamewolf on May 31, 2008 12:14:25 GMT -5
Ky tilted his head to the side while listening to Hauze's own explanation with his siblings. He recognized the words, though he got some confusion on the meanings; Hel cleared it up for him. Good thing to have Hel for; since he was so obsessive with rank and respect, he knew a lot, and most of the times could explain things to him when he wanted. But other than that he was extremely annoying. His eyes were mellow green, but the icy blue gaze of Hel was slowly dominating.
*Why waste your time with him? He's just another candidate, like us. You should get yourself situated with the higher ranks, to get to know how they work so a bronze will come our way.* Hel's voice was suddenly sharp and furious once more. Ky blanched at the sudden fierceness of it.
"What if he impresses bronze? Nobody knows who the dragons will choose except for the dragons themselves. It's good to get to know all the candidates, for we never know what will happen afterwards. Plus, he's like us, and he will understand us better than any dragonrider. We're lucky that we haven't been kicked out yet." Ky's eyes got slightly distant as he spoke, and slowly the icy blue tinge disappeared. Mellow green eyes returned the blue ones gazing at him. Ky was certainly intrigued by Hauze, and noticed the almost absent action the boy gave of touch the markings along the side of his neck. He was certainly curious about it, Kyeidahel, but he thought it would be rude to ask so he said nothing.
"Getting rid of him?" Ky echoed, thinking of it. "No, I haven't tried. I guess I've never thought of it. I'm so used to him there, I don't know what would happen if he actually left. He's...part of me, I guess," he winced as he spoke the last part. That wasn't a good thing; Hel was dangerous, angry and power-hungry. Ky was happy that he had a better control over him. "I don't even think I could." The last bit was added as an afterthought. Ky was too nice. Now, Hel on the other hand...that was something to think of. What if Hel tried to get rid of Ky? Faranth help him.
"Oh," he said suddenly, just remembering. "My name's Kyeidahel, Ky for me and of course, Hel, for the other," he said with a small smile. Dur, he'd forgotten!! And Hauze had already given his name when he thought he'd been calling him Hel. He smiled slightly at the boy, wondering what plagued him and...wondering why he seemed willing to talk to a split-personality candidate.
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