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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 22:37 (7 Years ago)

"Matthew. Call me a type of flower and I'll shove both my hot coffee and the cup down your throat." Ten replies, obviously not impressed by Matt's threat. He nudges the device, which has been disassembled and reassembled multiple times during the past few minutes by the tiny hands, and the shadows shift again, pooling under the item before it launches upwards, right into Ten's waiting hand. He gives it a final disapproving look before tossing it over his shoulder and letting it shatter against the table.

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 22:04 (7 Years ago)

"Souls below, I forgot there's more of you." Ten mutters, rolling his eyes as Felix shows up. "And stop smiling at me like that, Matthew, I wouldn't have said anything if I thought you were going to take my side on it." He takes another drink of his coffee, actually willing his body not to blush and succeeding. Nobody has smiled at him like that in a while - well, Hiraeth doesn't count, his smiles pop up like weeds - and the idea of an almost-stranger liking him is far too much. He didn't want this to be Team Eyeliner again, he couldn't deal if it ever came to that.

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 21:05 (7 Years ago)

Ten stares at him for a second, genuine unease on his face. "This isn't a joke, right? No, that's definitely sincerity in your eyes." He takes a breath, suddenly very anxious about how this is turning out. People don't ask him for things, they're usually not up for the barrage of insults and 'well duh' looks. He likes the familiar feeling, but at the same time wants to ball it up and set it on fire. Then throw it in an ocean. And feed it to a shark. Clearing his thoughts once more, he replies as calmly as he can. "Yeah, no. That's not my thing. If you want to read my notes on them, sure, but I'm already way over my limit of interaction today. I rather sit here and have you all ignore me, like the other humans did."

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 20:01 (7 Years ago)

"Ugh, definitely not. I don't do weapons." Ten let his lips curl during that, showing his displeasure. At least, not anymore. Mentally pushing aside that thought, he continues. "Hiraeth and Lee are both acceptable fighters, they'll train you... enough." He seems physically uncomfortable setting that statement forward, even if it's not really a true compliment. Sliding off the counter, he picks up his device off the table and tosses it to the ground. The small shadow it creates shifts, forming hands, and starts to take it apart while Ten adds: "Of course, all of you are human, so it might be more difficult without the advantages."

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 19:29 (7 Years ago)

Ten glances at Greg, glad to be back on a topic he feels much better suited for. "You can't just hunt monsters, Gregory, you have to find them first. In the case of most species, they are nocturnal, so it's best to find them during the day, but it's also harder. The ones who are awake now are much easier to spot, but are also harder to take down while the sun is still up. Currently, I'm working on finding a pack of wyverns - amongst all the other projects I seem to constantly be weighed down with - but there are no recent leads. Besides, you all are inexperienced and weak right now, taking down anything above a class one monsters would be... suicidal."

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 18:55 (7 Years ago)

Ten raises his cup for another drink, then pauses, staring at Matthew. "Seriously? No obnoxious question far too personal for me to answer? Not even an annoyingly light-hearted comment? Maybe I didn't have your personality as well as I thought I did. Souls below, that makes me uncomfortable just thinking about it." He shivers internally, masking his curious expression with a long sip off coffee.

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 17:33 (7 Years ago)

"Well, Tenebris is a name passed through my family, given to the youngest, usually, as a brand of sorts. Like a warning label, I suppose." Ten explains, going back to tugging on his t-shirt a little. "Alhike isn't a last name, it's a title. In Relinas. Whatever, it doesn't matter." He waves his other hand in an impatient way. He didn't expect the conversation to end up here, especially since most people already know about it. Must be a different Earth, one that's not as populated with monsters, he thinks, picking up his now filled coffee cup and taking a sip. "And it's Hiraeth, I presume you have Welsh on your Earth, right? Unfortunately, it doesn't have an English translation."

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 16:39 (7 Years ago)

Ten's eyes flash briefly with emotion - a deep form of resentment, maybe? - but his voice is steady as always. "That is because the name 'Tenebris Alhike' is a title that I haven't earned. Or, well, not in this lifetime. Universe. Dimension. Whatever you call Lastina." He pauses between each of those corrected words, as if trying to make sense of it himself, before continuing. "The point is, it makes no sense for it to be used in normal conversation. Besides, Matthew sounds less... friendly." His upper lip curls a bit at that last word, and he stops messing with the edge of his shirt.

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 02:46 (7 Years ago)

Ten runs a hand through his hair, letting his anger dull as he works through the problems one by one. Picking up his cup, he pushes his chair back and stands up, heading towards the coffee machine. A few well-practiced movements later, the bitter drink is pouring into his cup as he jumps up to sit on the counter. He glances outside for barely a moment, then takes off his hoodie, throwing it so it lands on the opposite side of the table from where his notes are. The shirt he has under is black - no surprise there - but it has the words 'Jughead Jones wuz here' scrawled across it in a style that is obviously supposed to resemble graffiti. "Matthew, you haven't yet tried to avoid me. Why is that?" Ten says, genuinely curious, but hiding it well. He tugs on the hem of his t-shirt, like a nervous tic, but his eyes are bored.

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 00:45 (7 Years ago)

Ten snatches the bits up, his nimble fingers fitting pieces back together as if he's done this before. He thanks his photographic memory as he sets the reassembled device down on the wood. It's not much, small enough to fit comfortably in someone's hand, with mismatched metals creating the outside. It resembles a cube, with tiny multicolored wires pressed flat against the surface as they dip below the outer shell. He studies it for a few tense seconds, reviewing everything he's written down in that short amount of time. With steady hands despite his motor of a brain, he takes hold of a red wire, using his fingernail to force it away from the surface a little. He yanks, snapping it completely off, then does the same with a yellow one. Taking it in his hands again, he rearranges a few pieces, fitting back in the wires in different places. He stares again for a moment, then picks back up his pencil, erasing a few equations and lines. "Useless." He mutters under his breath, entirely to himself.

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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2018 00:07 (7 Years ago)

"Whatever. Hiraeth always takes in strays. I always have to be the one to say no." Ten mutters, taking another long sip, working through a calculation in his head as Greg talks to him. After a moment of silence, he answers. "You don't do your... job. At least, not right now. These things take intelligence and patience that no one else seems to have in this house." He writes the equation and answer down before he can forget, switching the cup to his other hand so he can do so. The handwriting is neat and full of soft curves, very gentle, but he wants to tear it all up like it's the worst thing he's ever made. It just doesn't make any freaking sense, and now there's that burning, familiar anger under his skin. He can't even tell what he's really mad at, the ideas for not fitting together like he wants, the humans for being humans, or himself for being such an idiot. With a calming breath that doesn't really work, he asks in a voice so quiet it can barely be heard: "Do you still have the parts?"

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eunoia OFFLINE Forum Posts: 402	Posted: Sun, 14/01/2018 23:30 (7 Years ago)
	Ten doesn't even glance up, doesn't let his eyes flick to the side, doesn't show any enthusiasm in this conversation. "They're notes and ideas, not a book." He says, his voice razor sharp. For a moment, he puts down his pencil and picks up the coffee cup beside him, taking a sip while he stares out the window directly in front of him, across the table. [Read more]

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Posted: Sun, 14/01/2018 23:09 (7 Years ago)

The decision is made when he hears someone - Matthew? - coming down the stairs. If they come straight in, there's not enough time to retreat to the living room. So, doing his best to appear uninterested in everything but the pages of scribbled notes and sketches in front him, he picks back up his pencil to start writing again. Barely a millisecond of thought later, he nudges the pictures under a piece of paper he's not currently using. Ten doesn't want any curious questions about his life just yet, or preferably ever.

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Posted: Sun, 14/01/2018 22:11 (7 Years ago)

Ten looks up quietly, as if he can hear them waking up. Which, of course, he can. More accurately, he notices the way their hearts speed up a little, no longer calmed by the peaceful break that is sleep. He sets down his pencil slowly, staring out the window. Does he want to be downstairs when they come searching for Hiraeth? His anger is gone, but the sharp edges of annoyance still press against his insides. Most of it isn't directed towards them - although their mere existence seems to be ruining everything - but he doesn't really like them anyway, and it's easiest for him to take it out on them.

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Posted: Sun, 14/01/2018 15:40 (7 Years ago)

(//timeskip whoop whoop)

Gray, watery sunlight filters through the windows, leaving thick patches of shadows in the darkest corners. The sound of rain against the roof and the smell of wet stone fills the house, wrapped up within the blanket of silence that coats the rooms. The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the halls and the nearly nonexistent noise of a pencil on paper signifies that at least someone is awake, and a good guess could probably be made as to who.

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eunoia OFFLINE Forum Posts: 402	Posted: Sun, 14/01/2018 00:20 (7 Years ago)
	Lee shrugged off her worry, heading upstairs and turning right down the hallway. She opened the first door, revealing her slightly messy room, and closed the door behind her. Today had started so well, and Ten was in a fantastic mood, but apparently that sort of thing was not allowed to last. Sighing, she turned off her light and fell into bed. (We can timeskip to morning whenever) [Read more]

eunoia OFFLINE Forum Posts: 402	Posted: Sat, 13/01/2018 21:42 (7 Years ago)
	"Alright. Goodnight, Matthew." Lee said, turning her gaze back to the living room. Her mind seemed occupied, as if she was worrying over something or someone. Again, she found herself rubbing the ink on her arm, feeling the heat it gave off. [Read more]

eunoia OFFLINE Forum Posts: 402	Posted: Sat, 13/01/2018 21:23 (7 Years ago)
	"From what I know, it was going to allow him to listen in on telepathic conversations. I can't remember the details, something about brainwaves and frequencies and whatnot. Take Rae's advice and toss it outside if it does anything unusual, 'kay?" Lee replied, giving a small, relaxed smile. [Read more]

eunoia OFFLINE Forum Posts: 402	Posted: Sat, 13/01/2018 20:49 (7 Years ago)
	(Nah, this house is very plot convenient) Lee sighed inwardly, absent-mindedly rubbing the tattoo on her arm as she thought. We were enough. What if this is too much for him? She questioned herself. No other voice spoke up. If she'd known Ten for so long, why was she still unsure on what he'd do? She wasn't sure, but it made her uncomfortable. [Read more]

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Posted: Sat, 13/01/2018 03:43 (7 Years ago)

"Good luck dragging an apology from him. He almost stabbed my hand once and left without a word." Lee said, her gaze trained on the hallway leading to the living room. Hiraeth shook his head, and his smile turned more sweet and genuine.
"I'm sure Ten wouldn't mind if you kept it. I'm not exactly sure what it is - or, rather, was - so if it starts glowing feel free to toss it out of a window." He blinked at Matthew, all charming grin and soft features, but his eyes seemed hurt. As if the outburst had been directed towards him instead of the gadget. "And thank you for the offer on improving his mood. I have a feeling if anyone can help Tenebris see sense, it'll be you. Goodnight, Matthew, and I wish you good dreams." With that, he nodded and headed towards another door, which apparently led down to the basement, as there were steps.

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