Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: The Monastery

As written by Script

Inarin's blush only intensified. "Uh- It's... it's not like ... like what it sounds like," he stammered. "We were j-just dancing, a-and they got a little... affectionate. N-nothing else! I- I wasn't f-fully in control of my f- my faculties. I mean I was drunk too. I'm not- Th-that is to say, I wouldn't- I was just drunk, I'm not... th-that way. I don't... I don't think? I don't know!"

The boy finally stopped his largely incoherent stammering, looking up at Jimmy like a rabbit in headlights. The closet doors might have been transparent for almost literally everyone else, but as far as he was concerned, they were still closed.
 
As written by Faithy

When Inarin stammered in an attempt to justify what had happened, Jimmy just shook his head. He didn’t need an explanation and hated that the Proselyte felt like he had to give one. Shaking his head, Jim let In finish before stepping close towards him, a gentle expression crossing his face.

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourself, In. Whatever you want to do with your life is fine and dandy and I am not about to condemn you or freak out. As far as I am concerned, I am grateful that you weren’t hurt in any way and that while they might’ve been flirting with you, they still watched over you.” Jimmy smiled, patting Inarin on the shoulder before withdrawing his hand.

“Arien also says hello and he apologies for any hiccups last night.” Jimmy hoped the change of subject would be wanted and appreciated.
 
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Inarin looked up at Jimmy as he stepped closer, still red as a beetroot, and nodded his head mutely. "Th-thanks," he said, managing a hesitant smile. "And ah... the only hiccup that really affected me was... was ah, my own. Th-that wasn't his fault."

The panic attack had been poorly timed, but not anyone's fault - they were, as far as his doctors had been able to tell, completely random. Sometimes they happened in stressful situations like last night, sometimes they happened when he was quietly reading a book. It was unpredictable, but thankfully they were seldom anything more than annoying.
 
As written by Faithy

“What happened anyways? Last night is a huge haze for me. I barely even remember what happened to me. Like, I remember Celeste ripping into me… I remember drinking a lot. I remember taking the pill that Pierette offered me, though I really don’t know why I took it. I said something to Rei, but I can’t remember what and I think I upset her. I tried to kill Malcom, but failed. I did apologize to Rei this, but I still don’t know why.” Jimmy sighed, sliding his fingers through his hair. Maybe the hiccup was him. Did he ruin things for everyone? Frowning, he glanced back towards Inarin.

“Did I… Did I ruin the rave for you? If I said or did something last night, I’m sorry.” Jimmy sighed softly, his eyes shifting down towards the ground.
 
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"No! No no, not at all!" Inarin hurriedly replied, "No, I just- I just had one of my panic attacks towards the end. B-bad timing, is all."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I... I don't know much of what happened with you. I wasn't with everyone for most of the night. So... so I don't know what you said, or did... sorry. It c- can't have been too bad, if people aren't still mad? They didn't seem mad this morning."
 
As written by Faithy

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t say or do anything to you. I’d never forgive myself. I’m sorry you had a panic attack though. Glad you got through it though. Oh, wait… is that how your brother ended up involved? I mean, I don’t recall seeing him, but apparently he spoke with the Masters and took the blame.” Jimmy was still foggy about that detail too and his fun times earlier wasn’t helping the haze all that much.

“I guess people aren’t mad at me. Barely had time to talk to anyone before classes started. I still haven’t seen Aaro, but I guess you said he was in class, so that’s a good sign. Celeste busted me out of the infirmary this morning, but I didn’t really have long to talk with her either.” Jimmy shrugged and flashed Inarin a grin.

“Regardless we’re all in one piece and we survived our first Rave, so that’s something, right?” He wasn’t so sure, but figured wallowing would solve nothing.
 
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"Y-yeah!" Inarin nodded in agreement. "Surviving's always good... and yeah, Leon had been waiting nearby in case we got in trouble. H- he told them that he'd given us the go ahead, so we just got a few demerits. Well, except Aaro... he already had a bunch, so he got put on cleanup duty for the Auraella in a couple of weeks."

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "It's... the first demerits I've got s-since I came here." He grimaced. "Not looking forward to explaining them to... to my parents."
 
As written by Faithy

“Ooh, that was nice of your brother. I guess it’s a good thing you contacted him after all. I hope he didn’t get into too much trouble. I’m sure I’ll get more demerits for skipping classes today, but that’s alright. My father doesn’t really talk to me all that much unless I’m calling home with extremely good news… like when I get the silver. If I get the silver. He said that he doesn’t want to know the bad things because it just reminds him of how I took his soulmate away and that he sent me here to have happy things to tell friends and family so that no one focuses on the past or something.” Jimmy just shrugged, no longer bothered by how his father treats him. Maybe that was the basis behind wanting to do reckless things and the attempts to locate werewolves and vampires. Mentally shoving the thoughts about his parents back into the very back of his mind, Jim frowned a little at In’s comment about his own parents.

“I’m sorry that you’re going to have to explain the demerits to your parents. You could always say you were forced to go and that you couldn’t leave. I’m fine with being the scapegoat.” Jimmy smiled, giving a thumbs up before sliding his fingers through his hair.
 
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"O- oh..." Inarin blinked, taken aback by the abrupt out-pour, and how casually Jimmy had thrown it out. It seemed like a fairly heavy subject, but the older boy had apparently shrugged it off, so he didn't make any further comment.

He did mentally kick himself for not pausing to think before complaining about his parents, considering how many of the monastery's students either didn't have any. Or, as in this case, had far more serious issues with theirs. At least, for all their distance and poor parenting skills, his parents cared about him in their own way.

"N-no, it's fine. I'm sure it won't be that big a deal." He smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "So... uh, what are you doing now you have the book?"
 
As written by Faithy

What was he going to do with the book now that he had it? That was a mighty good question since he didn’t really think Pierette would take him back and he didn’t really want to take a taxi to the school the Twins were attending. Maybe he could just wait and do it at the Auraella? Musing a little, he finally returned his attention towards Inarin.

“I’ll probably just give it to them at the Auraella. I mean, I could go back to the school, but they’ll be coming here anyways, so it probably won’t hurt to wait. Maybe I’ll read it until then to see what the fuss is about and why it was in the back room.” Jimmy grinned devilishly before starting to laugh lightly. “Thanks again for helping me get it.”
 
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"I- I meant like, right now," Inarin said, smiling faintly. "I... ah, can't imagine there's too much ... bad in there. Most necromancy is... generally fine. I mean, by m-most people's judgement. We're still supposed to disapprove of it, but..." He shrugged. "My aunt's a necromancer, so... so it can't be bad inherently."
 
As written by Faithy

“Oh! I hadn’t thought that far yet, actually. Today has been a different kind of day for how I normally do things. Well, I guess one could argue that I started thinking and acting differently at the rave and haven’t returned to normal. Do you have classes or anything to get to? Maybe we could go to the café or find the others or something. Though, I don’t really want to have Celeste lecture me because I went off with Pierette instead of going to classes today.” Jimmy shrugged a little before blinking at Inarin’s words. His aunt is a necromancer? That was rather awesome and completely unexpected.

“I think it’s neat that your aunt is a necromancer.” He mentally added meeting In’s aunt to the list of people and creatures he’d like to meet.
 
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"No, I'm all done with classes for today," Inarin replied, smiling. "I- I was just going to read in the library for a while before getting an early night... s-so I'm free, if you do want to do anything."

In truth, Inarin was deathly tired, but it wasn't like he was going to pass on an invitation to do something with friends. That was still novel enough in and of itself to make him push his thoughts of sleeping away, not to mention other ... factors.
 
As written by Faithy

He was glad that Inarin was willing to do something because in truth, Jimmy didn’t want to be alone yet. He chewed on the inside of his cheek while debating whether or not he was being selfish or not. After a few minutes, Jim finally grinned and gave a thumbs up towards his friend.

“Alright! Let’s just go to the café then. Tea sounds good.” Smiling, Jimmy walked out of the library with Inarin, the two heading out of the grounds and towards the café.
 
As written by Rōnin

Savien pulled into the Monastery, a massive, decorative building, walled in and gated. The gates opened to permit him entry, another paladin stepping forward. A rifle was slung over his shoulder.

"Light be with you, brother," he touched his hands to his lips.

"And to you," Savien replied. He gestured to Pandora, seated behind him. "I'm bringing her into the dorms. No place to stay the night."

"Hm. A bit unusual..." the knight looked over Savien's shoulder a the girl. "What's your name?"
 
As written by Peachy00Keen

Pandora, realizing the droning of the bike had quieted, peeled herself a short distance from Savien's back and looked up through the visor. She considered lifting it, but her hands were frozen in place from the wind.

She spoke as loudly as she could to the man, so he could hear her through the helmet: "Pandora DeSangue, Sir." Her voice mostly echoed back at her, making her ears ring. She recoiled. Hopefully, the new figure hadn't noticed that. She looked back at him once the ringing had stopped and tried to flip the visor back up with head motions, as she had knocked it down, but to no avail. She sat, feeling like a fool.
 
As written by Rōnin

The knight nodded, looking at Pandora for a time before Savien spoke it.

"It's cold tonight, brother, and she is not well-dressed." There was a tinge of iron in his voice.

The knight nodded. "Alright, show me your silver and you can pass."

Savien reached below his breasplate and removed a glittering necklace. He held it out to the knight who removed his glove and rubbed it between his fingers.

"Go ahead," he waived them through.

Savien drove through, powering the bike across the courtyard. Surprisingly, there was another building behind the one Pandora had seen coming in, just as big as the first though not nearly as decorated. It was to this one Savien drove to, driving into a well-lit garage situated beneath the building. He parked next to a row of other huge motorcycles. Cars and vans were also present.

"You alright?" he asked once the engine stopped. "See, that wasn't too bad, was it?"
 
As written by Peachy00Keen

"Sir D-D-Dur-- D-D... Ssssavien, I c-c-c-cannn't m-move my h-hands." Pandora stammered through chattering teeth. The warmth of the engine dissipated quickly from around her legs and the cold found its way in to the few remaining areas of warmth on her body. She began shaking her head in a vain attempt to raise the helmet's visor agian. "H-help." The cold in her hands had begun to sting. They were by far the coldest part of her body. She methodically moved every other extremity she could, just to be sure.
 
As written by Rōnin

"Hm." Savien's brows furrowed. He should have taken precautions... given her his gauntlets along with the helmet. Removing his armored gloves and setting them on the seat, Savien dismounted the bike and took Pandora's hands in his own. His were quite warm from being covered, though were also rough and studded with callouses. He rubbed her knuckles, her fingers and palms.

"We need to get you inside," he said, "come. Up. We'll take the elevator." He glared suspiciously at the metal doors not far away. Savien didn't trust elevators...
 
As written by Peachy00Keen

Savien's hands felt warm and familiar -- rough, like hers, though much, much bigger.

Together, they clanked toward the big metal doors, like the ones in the hospital she escaped through the other day. The massive helmet was still on her head, bonking against her nose with every step. "Sir Durandet, how does this helmet fit you? I feel like I'm in a chapel bell, ringing and all." They stopped in front of the elevator and faced each other. He was still holding her hands, which were still achingly numb. They had begun to fill with pins and needles, prickling like hay against soft, uncalloused skin.

She cocked her head slightly, studying his face. The unnecessarily spacious helmet clunked against her temple, making her wince. She shook it off. "You look wary... or tense or something. It's hard to read you, but you look unsettled, somehow or another." Pandora glanced around the area through the little opening in the helmet. She didn't see anything. "What is it?" she asked.
 
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