Addermire Institute (Semi-Advanced) discussion

Finally out of class, Tori immediately tested the wind to see where it was facing before grabbing her own satchel and heading for Syracuse ready to adventure wherever the air instructed her. As she set out on the pavement, she dashed throughout the crowds, grabbing things from different shops and placing the money on their little carts. She thanked the vendors, continued to chase the the direction of the leaves until she ended up on the rooftops. Everytime she was up here she fell in love with the city over and over again, comepletely infatuated with the way the colors grasped her attention everyday. Either from her dorm room or the tile roofs she now stood upon.

Rene had wanted to get away. He had no classes, and the room he slept in was currently preoccupied with his player of a roomate and whatever fling they had. So to the city he went. He was currently on one of the many tile roofs, munching on some lunch he bought ina brown paper sack and reading a book, as Rene usually did. His hair was a little disheveled and he was in his oen little world, studying all the runic symbols, not even noticing another person arrving on the rooftops besides himself and the birds.

Just as Tori was about to depart the other way, she felt a strong shift in the beeze, as if it had wanted her to meet someone. And that it did. Tori fulky believed that everything had a soul, wether it be the powerful and almighty wind that moved the leaves in the sky, or a small blade of grass that sprung from the ground. "Rene!" She exclaimed, clearly recongnizing the mess of brown curls anywhere. As she leaped across the rooftops, light as a cherry blossom, she landed right next to him and peered into his book. What are you reading? she signed trying to get his attention.

When the familar grin and mess of her own hair of his friend Tori appeared, Rene shook a little in surprise, not realzing that was who it was. When the shock passed over him and the boy readjudted his glasses, a small smile crept along his face. This girl was the only one to ever make his grin and just her appearance cause it to happen. With a little wave, he began to sign back, setting the book down to do so then picking it up once he finished. A book on magic symbols. Its very good, see? He tilted it so that Tori could look at the oage he was on and watched her. She was very chill but also really excitable. It was so strange and Rene loved it.

Tori was able to understand cued speech a great deal, she earnestly tried her best to study all types of sign language, but she hadn't been practicing it like Rene had, which was practically all of his life. Though from his signing she could infer that he was talking about his book of symbols. What are they based off of? she inquired, trying to get a better look of it. I still don't understand it? Is it Greek, Roman, Norse? While she definitely was interested, it baffled her, where did they even come from?

Roman. Book says they were used to talk to gods. It is hard to read, but nice. He knew that most others struggled to understand, so when he did sign, the boy went slow so others could catch on. He patted a spot next to himself and sat the book in his lap so the both of them could look at it. Why are you out here? Dont you have more classes? Rene was curious, the girl hardly seemed to go to class, yet she had good enough grades to stay in the institute. His hazel eyes flickered up to her, that small smile still there.

As she took a seat next to him, she investigated the cover and the words closely, as if taking a closer look would help her to understand the Latin any better. While being able to communicate with a lot of people from all over, she could not read, write, or comprehend dead languages as well as she'd like. Well... yes. I do have class, but I can always get notes from my classmates, as long as I get grades on my assignments then my attendance shouldn't matter should it? It was true, Tori didn't learn by sitting inside a classroom, she learnes from experiences, but the closest thing she had to that were other students notes. So she took what she could get. And, don't you have class too? We're in the same year Rene. As she signed a smug smirk appeared on her face as she quirked an eyebrow.

No, well I do, but I am far ahead in class and teachers said I could take day off. Hey, there are perks to being a child prodigy turned genuis teenager. He returned the smirk before letting it fade back into the small smile he had once before and reading his book. His whole body felt really good when it was in the sun. He was almost like a lizard in that sense, he could stretch out and soak it all up. What the boy or anyone knew was he was a lizard of sorts, but that is for later on the line. For now, Rene ejoyed the time he had with Tori. Fair enough, just don't forget to do your homework. He then gave her a small nudge in the rib with his elbow, a teasing gesture and his eyes flickered back up to her face again.

Feeling the sun on her fair skin made her freckles pop up like spots of chocolate on her cheekbones. Her hazel eyes glowed as though they were pure gold, though as she continued to look around they shifted so it looked as though emerald green had been painted on as well. At the moment everything was utterly perfect, the wind was blowing at just the right speed making both of their curls sway gently in the wind, and her carmel like skin to glow like a bronze. As she turned to look back at Rene she felt at peace with just them, sitting contenedly on the rooftops. He looked so happy, she felt as though she had done her job. Though as he batted his eyelashes and nudged her, Tori wanted nothing more than to just hug him and feel safe. I can't make any promises.

Rene actually loved all of Tori's freckles. It was his favorite part of her surpsingly, though it was for a silly reason to him. He wanted to count them all. But everytime he started in his mind she would say something that would make him look away or she would move and he would lose track. It was a fun little riddle that he would solve one of these days. The sun was slowly making its way towards the early afternoon time and Rene tugged at his shirt a little. It was a little too small for him and he knew it, but he loved the simple blue t-shirt, and its simple picture of a tree on it. He also wore blue jeans and sneakers, just enough to were he was covered but so he was comfortable. As he read in the comfortable silence, eithout realizing it, his head slowly leaned down and settled on Tori's shoulder. He didnt even think of what he was doing, his mind back into the book and oblivious of everything else.

Feeling Rene's head rest on her shoulds was surprisingly comforting, the two had known each other for a long time. Since both had arrived here as first years actually, and she had found him just as he was now. Reading a book on the rooftops on Syracuse. Them and the silence was Tori's perfect afternoon, besides her going rock climbing anyways, this still tied to that. Tori explored to regain the memories of people she loved, and people she had loved. People who had loved her, and those who she had just had fun with to pass the time, every place was like a memory of then regained, yet when she found somone who she truly enjoyed, traveling seemed completely unnecessary." Then it hit her, as she sat there with Rene she felt completely at rest, something she hadn't felt since her father and mother when she had left them behind years ago. She did a little more than just like Rene. And the thought of that terrified her.

Soon Rene finished the book, and closed it gently as to not hurt the old pages and that was when he realized he was on Tori and his head quickly shot up, his cheeks starting to turn red and he quickly signed. I am sorry, I didnt know I was even on you.. He gulped and then began to try and get himself to calm down. He scootched judt a bit away, feeling like they were nearly atop of one another. He would never say his feelings about the dryad, that he had a crush on her since she they had first met, and it only got worse the more they were together. How he loved her smile and the way she was so full of life, nothing compared to himself. He was a quiet book nerd who didnt do much and yet she still hung out with him a lot, it confused him but at the same time, made him feel like a million bucks, knowing someone at least enjoyed his company.

Don't worry about it. It's fine. Her signing -she knew- was a bit sharper than usual. She was surprised, irrutated, and confused all at the same time. She promised herself that she would never let another capture her heart, not even platonically, it kept her trapped her somewhere, she wasn't supposed to to do that. Tori told herself that she couldn't affor to put roots down anywhere, she had made an exception for Rene seeing as the two got along so well. In fact, Tori didn't know what she would've done without Rene there to balance her out. Though even as she saw his face completely beet red, she felt her heartstrings being violently tugged at, and she knew that she had to go. She had to seperate herself from Rene, make herself not want him. Hey, I have to go. I have Herbology the only class which Tori actively participated in.

But.. Then Rene did something incredibly stupid in his brain, not wanting to ruin what just haooened amd seeing her hands move in just a way that made him feel awful, the boy decieded to speak. It came out bad, deaf toned and maybe even a little slurry. "I..am sorry." He then quickly shut up again and started to stand up, that smile was gone but that was just because he couldnt handle making Tori feel bad, at all. Rene had no idea what he even did but it made her want to leave to a class that wasnt for an hour. So he would at least walk with her and that is exactly what he said. Let me take you there then, I need to drop book of at library then I am going back to room. The smile returned ,though much more faintly and the red disappeared from his face.

Immediately Tori felt like the most awful human being in the world. She had made him speak, and he hated to speak. Yet, it wasn't only that, it was the fact she had done something to make him apologize. That was enough to bring her to tears. With water threatening to fall from her eyes, Tori quickly turned on her heels and faced him before storming back over to him and embracing him in a hug. She let her head rest on his favorite blue t-shirt feeling absolutely ashamed that she was staining it. Tori felt as though she had no right to cry, no after what she had just made him do, he didn't want her to be angry at him, and he apologized even though it wasn't even his fault. Pulling away, she quickly signed back trying to make him understand that he wasn't in the wrong. No, no no no no! You didn't do anything. I promise. Lets just go return your book. Okay?

Rene was shocked, didnt know what was happening, exceot he had just made his best friend cry. "What..is....." he paused for a moment to get word right as he embraced her on the rooftop, rubbing circles into her back. "..wr-ah-ng?" He looked up at her, axtually being a tad shorter than her and so he held to let her cry it out. The poor boy was just so confused and a little flustered by Tori and when she oulled away, he beamed a large grin at her, trying to let her know it was okay without having to sign but did anyway. okay, Tori, but you need to say what is on mind. Bad to keep it in head, like I do.

As he continued to talk the dryad merely smiled at him before interloping their pinkie fingers. Nothing. I promise I'm good. she sigjed hoping that he would stop. If he contiued, Tori didn't know what she would do. As she pulled away, Toru felt quite pleased with herself, she had made him smile again, even if she was oblivious to what it meant. I promise, everything is fine.

Okay, I will believe you. But if you do wanna talk...well sign, I will be here. With Tori giving him a pinky promise, Rene felt decent dor now and began to climb his way off of the rooftops to the streets below and walked beside his friend and signed, not paying attention at all. My boom was really good, I hope they get a new shipment in soon of books. I think I have read every book in there. The big, broad grin went back to hus normal smile wjen he was around the dryad and continued to wall, still very confused about what just happened up there, and it showed a little in his face as he was wrinkling his nose. A telltale sign that he was trying to think.

after my post do you want to end it then we can rp them later maybe Toru was low-key avoidinf him??

Tori could never let Rene find out the truth, especially with their friendship on the line. She didn't want anything to happen anytime soon, this thing between them was fine just the way it was. Nothing more. And maybe just a little less would be okay. I'm glad, though maybe try and go to the town's library, I'm sure it's not possible you've read every single book in Syracuse and the two went on talk until the reached the school, going their different ways.

sure just know im like about to fall asleep so if my answers arent consistant... there you go

Angus couldn't sleep. The void-caused nightmares were back in full force, and after several attempts to go back to sleep without Oliver in the room, he'd given up and climbed out the window, heading to Syracuse in dragon form. And so he had ended up on the rooftops, sitting and watching the stars. He knew he'd get in trouble if he was caught, but he felt better already just being out here. His thoughts earlier, about finding Chaos and seeing if he had any answers for Angus, rose into his mind, and he sighed and shook his head. "Shut up brain, let me enjoy the peace," he mumbled.

Angus spun around, nearly losing his balance. "Who are you?" he asked, staring at the man behind him. "What are you? How do you know that I'm a student?" The man was... strange. His presence felt like an oil slick, jarring and wrong. Angus shivered. Was this the primordial behind the tremor? Chaos, he thought. If it is, I can see why Oliver told me not to trust him. His skin itched painfully, and he winced, raising a hand to his face. Scales scattered across his skin, glittering in the little light provided by the sky. It was rare for acne to appear like this — often he woke with scales on his forehead and cheeks, but it had never happened while he was awake. "... Why is it any of your business anyway?" he added, tone hostile.

The moment he realised that he'd spoken in front of a stranger without any difficulty, Angus felt his throat close up, and his shoulders slumped. There he was thinking he'd made progress, when in fact he'd just been distracted enough not to realise.

Angus tilted his head and heaved a sigh of annoyance. There was still a tightness in his throat, but it was easier to breathe – the man felt familiar, possibly because his avoidance of the question was very similar to what Oliver always did. "You're one of those–" he waved a hand vaguely "– annoying people who never give anyone straight answers, aren't you. You only answered one of the questions," he mumbled. His head ached, and he felt a handful more scales appear on his cheeks. "People aren't hostile, I'm just not good at talking." He ducked his head and stared at the tiles of the rooftop.

Angus snorted, anxiety forgotten in lieu of annoyance. "The older years might be falling apart, but my year's doing fine for the most part. Fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds have better ways to discriminate than our birth." I'm shade, not moon, he was tempted to add, but he refrained. It wouldn't do anything for anyone, and something about this man seemed untrustworthy. Angus' eyes widened at the man's next words, and he stepped backwards in fear. "You– you're the one who caused the tremor..." he managed to get out, before he lost his voice to the anxiety rising in his chest. He hadn't realised what Chaos was like, and now he understood why Oliver had told him to stay at school. A manipulator, a clever liar — someone untrustworthy, someone who would say whatever it took to get what he wanted.

Angus shook his head furiously, backing away again. More scales were appearing, down his back and arms now, and he knew it was only a matter of time before his anxious-shifting got out of control. I just want answers, he signed, not entirely sure if the primordial knew sign language. Angus had learned it as a child, so that he could communicate if absolutely necessary when his voice refused to work, but he hadn't used it in years.

Angus slumped. He didn't understand. Of course he didn't — people like him were used to getting their way, and they saw no need to make life easier for those who couldn't participate in their conversations. Tears of frustration gathered in his eyes, threatening to fall, and he closed his eyes. Breathe, he thought. Tell the anxiety to bugger off. Remember what the psychologist told you. Angus waited until he felt less like he was choking, then spoke, eyes still closed — he didn't trust his voice not to go again the moment he laid eyes on Chaos. "I just want answers," he mumbled, trying not to let his emotions overwhelm him. "If you're going to be a jerk, go away."

Angus huffed. "Just like me? Are they fourteen, are they dragons, do they have two different sources of nightmares which both end up with them not getting any sleep for the rest of the night? Was their childhood so bad that they go mute when their anxiety gets the better of them?" He shook his head, opening his eyes. "I had some stupid idea that you'd be different, but clearly I was wrong." His back ached painfully and he stumbled, head spinning. No, not the wings... he thought, trying desperately to make his body obey him. Another sharp pain and he dropped to his knees, breathing heavily as he struggled to stop his wings from emerging. As much as he wanted to run away from this, anxious-shifting was painful and hard to reverse, so he would prefer to minimise how far it went.

Angus shook his head. "You didn't. You asked me questions. You're just like everyone else, incapable of giving a straight answer when you could beat around the bush instead. I'm tired of riddles and nonsense answers and answers that only create more questions. But everyone's got to be like a bloody set of terms and conditions — can't tell anyone anything plainly, got to say it in a way nobody else can understand." He slumped, head resting lightly on the cool tiles. Anger flooded through him — frustration at not being understood, fear, anger at Chaos' accusation — and he felt his body change.

The blue dragon leapt forward, pushing the man to the ground. He knew it was a bad idea — the man was a primordial, he could easily kill him — but Angus was not going to be so easily defeated. Not for the first time, he was grateful for Ms Kane's lessons, his wings pushing him so that he remained on top of Chaos rather than being pushed forwards and colliding with the railing.

That's not a straight answer, Angus thought, but his dragon form was incapable of speech — so he opted for snarling at the man instead. What should I do with myself? Finish school, that's what. Then fly away to the mountains and never talk to anyone again. There was a quieter thought behind that, suggesting another way out, but Angus knew better than to listen. Its suggestions were stupid, and impractical, and while it might be a problem for a mundane... well, people had tried to kill Angus before. Dragon magic might be unpredictable and impossible to control, but it knew what to do when its possessor was in danger. He shoved Chaos forwards, pushing him against the edge of the roof, but didn't follow it up by pinning him down again. It wouldn't do any good — he wasn't scary, and in dragon form he was barely the size of a large car: nowhere near heavy enough to have much effect.

He focused for a few seconds, but Thanatos didn't appear. He supposed the spirit had decided not to show up with a primordial around — understandable, Angus wouldn't either. But he needed support (although given the events of the last time he'd called him, he might not get any anyway).

Angus snarled again, then turned his back on the primordial, his tail flicking at Chaos' face. I'm fourteen, why should I worry about who I truly am? He projected his thoughts as best he could, though he wasn't sure if the other would hear — Angus had never been good at it, and he often used his dragon form to avoid having to talk to people. Wings spread, he was on the verge of simply jumping off the edge of the building and returning to school — but part of him was curious to see what Chaos would try next.

Angus turned his head and blew a small burst of fire at him, the dragon equivalent of sticking out his tongue, then took off, returning to Addermire. Join your murder gang? I think not, annoying pseudo-philosophical weirdo. He had no interest in murdering innocent people, and he didn't particularly want to murder the non-innocent ones either — someone else could do that, if they had to die at all. Now he just had to make sure that Oliver didn't find out what he'd been doing.

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Zayden sits on one of the roofs, leaning back against a chimney. It wasn't hard for a Banshee to get up here. Or anyone, really, since there was a ladder on the back of the building. Odd thing. Why would a ladder lead up to a roof? Though, Zayden didn't care. When he wasn't in the forest or in his dorm reading, he was up here. Doing what, you might ask? Reading. Of course. He softly bite his lip as he read one of his many romantic novels. Over a thousand pages. A thousand and 200 pages of angst, jealousy, and most importantly--love. Not everyone was into this genre, but Zayden enjoyed it.

It wasn't often Zayden read his books out in public, other than in class sometimes, but, he figured he was alone, and it was getting more interesting--at just 800 pages in-- that he couldn't help it. love. What a thrilling but fearful thought. He wondered if it happened just like the movies, or more importantly, the books. He wondered if everyone felt like the characters in this book did when in love. He's read many books, but no matter the love story, whether it be between man and women, two women, or two men, the characters all seemed to feel the same when in love. That was the best part.

Zayden was lost in this endless tale. Too much, in fact, that he didn't realize how the sky was beginning to grow dark. Well, it was around 4 pm now, but that was still much later than Zayden usually stayed out till. He didn't really enjoy being outdoors. Too many people. But up here, he was away from it all.

Now Nym had begun to make his way up the ladder for a very different reason. The Firbolg was distractible, to say the least, especially when it came to the flora and fauna of Syracuse. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, even back home. Back home. The seemingly endless rainforest was something he missed more than anything. In cities the ground was so hard and there was so little green; how could anyone stand it? Still, he had managed to find a little patch of paradise on the side of a large building. It was definitely moss, yet it had tiny purple flowers sprouting in the green. It was absolutely enchanting. He had to find out if there was any more, and if there was if he could respectfully take some for his plant filled dorm.

That's what lead him up to the rooftops. He was nearly too interesting in this utterly fascinating moss to see the familiar blonde boy in front of him. Zayden didnt seem to like him very much, and Nym had absolutely no clue why. Back at home you simply told someone if they had done something to offend you. This world held a series of complicated social dynamics that he had no clue how to begin to navigate. Keeping himself from yelping in surprise, Nym made himself invisible as a knee jerk reaction. No, that wouldnt do. Making himself visible again, he wondered if he should climb down again. Yes, that seemed to be the best course of action. I mean, even when magically disguised as a normal ish person he was tall. It would only be a matter of time before he turned around and saw him. So he tried to climb down as quietly as possible. He probably would have gotten away easily if it weren't for nearly falling. He really was a clumsy one, wasnt he?

Zayden had jumped at the sound of someone falling, quickly closing his book and held it closely in his arms. He stared wide eyed at the figure before him, before his eyes had adjusted to see who it was, then his stare turned into a hardened glare. Normally, someone would ask someone once they fell if they were ok. But, Zayden wasn't used to such formalities. Nor did he like this person enough to care.

"How long have you been standing there?" He questions, narrowing his eyes. He had been so lost in his book that he wondered if this familiar face had been watching him for some time. If so, he wondered if he caught onto what book he was reading. As he waits for an answer, he quickly pulls his bag up and stuffs the book in it, never once taking his eyes off of Nym. He didn't like him. He didn't trust him. Though, he didn't like or trust anyone, really, so this shouldn't of came as a surprise. But, he especially didn't like Nym. He wasn't sure why. He didn't know himself, he just didn't.

When Nym opened his mouth to defend himself, all that came out was a language that sounded like water rushing through a tranquil forest. It was exotic, beautiful, nothing like anyone in the city but Nym had ever heard. That wasnt important, though. He closed his mouth once more and forced himself to slow down. He knew English. He had been speaking English every day for over a year now, and had been speaking it regularly for the 6 years before that. You have to give the boy a break, though, it's hard to speak clearly when you just smashed your chin on a ladder rung.

"For approximately 3 seconds. I was making my way down when the second I saw you and nearly fell off," he replied in a soft tone. For his size, the dude sure was quiet. Youd expect him to have a deep booming voice, yet he was the sort of man even Bambi wouldn't run away from. The taste of his own blood was harsh in his mouth, and he wiped it on his sleeve. Dark green smeared over his white sleeve. Huh, he was bleeding worse than he thought. He had probably accidentally split his lip with his teeth. Holding his sleeve to his lip, he silently wished to perhaps be struck down by some merciful god. This was a hell scenario.

Zayden narrows his eyes,"The hell was that?!" He waited until he spoke english before he huffs,"Learn to speak up for once." He snaps, though, his body began to tense. Was that.. Blood? He could smell it clearly. He himself wasn't attracted to the scent of blood, but he knew others were. He stood up quickly,"God damn! Can you not be careful for once you giant lug?! We're not in a human infested world, one whiff of your blood, and creatures here are sure to go crazy!"

He had glanced around before he huffed, walking up and grabs Nym's arm and tries pulling him up,"Get up here moron, you can't go anywhere now until you're healed or a soft idiot like you will be torn to shreds." He growls lowly. He was much shorter than Nym, standing about 5'4 in height, and weighed around 120 lbs. He was short and small, yet had an attitude and the mouth of someone who could easily take a large person down. Though, never before had he ever actually took violent action, despite his words and harsh personality.

Despite how his words sounded, this was actually Zayden's way of caring. He was like this towards anyone who was hurt. He didn't want them to leave his sight. Though, don't think too far into it. Zayden still couldn't stand Nym, he just knew he didn't want him dead yet. At least, not by anyone's hands but his own. Not that he'd ever take action on this.

Oh god. Oh Jesus Christ. What did he get himself into. Now he was being yelled at and he had really only been paying attention to half that rant cause he saw a really cool bird and now he was being pulled up to sit at Zayden's side and- "Fuck you." Wow. Nym had never actually cussed before. He knew of cussing. Kids had been trying to get him to say fuck since he first met humans. They thought it was funny or something. He didn't exactly know why it was so funny to them, but it put him off so he never did. He himself looked surprised by the vulgarity he showed. Pulling his arm away from his grasp, he reached down to take a small bit of a nearby weed.

"Im not an idiot," was the next thing he said. "You are the one to underestimate my ability to take care of myself." This wasnt threatening, although truthful. He had survived plenty of fights and attacks. Unlike many of the people who went to Addermire, he had experienced the human's hate first hand. When you survive things like that, you pick up a few tips and tricks. His hands worked quickly to open up the weed's stem and get as much of the juice inside out as possible. Then he ripped off a small piece and pressed it to the wound. He was distractable, yes, but Nym was the farthest thing from an idiot.

Zayden blinks in shock at the cuss word, crossing his arms as he glares at him,"You wish." He grumbles lowly. He then sits down, watching him closely. He could never understand Nym. Perhaps that's why he hated him so much. That, and the fact Nym was the opposite of him. Quiet, with his heads in the clouds. Where as Zayden was loud, and found it difficult to express himself. He imagined people found it easy to be friends with Nym. Another reason to hate him. Bastard could truthfully express himself without caring how others viewed him.

Zayden rolls his eyes,"You're right. You're not an idiot. You're a moron. You need to learn to take care of yourself, fucktard." He growls. Really? He came all this way just because he saw some moss on the roof? He lightly narrows his eyes,"You could of found better plants in the school garden, or even in Herbology class. Did you really need to fucking put yourself in danger just to get some measly moss?!"

"I know how to take care of myself. You seem to be the last person to care in such a circumstance, yes?" He pulled the plant from his lip. It had stopped bleeding, although it was a bit numb. He placed what he did not use back down and muttered a quick thanks. No matter how used to the outside world he got, he would never forget to thank the earth for what it gave him. "You seem to care about a lot, in fact. You simply yell to separate yourself from your vulnerability." That's probably why he hated him. Nym had a way of calling things out for what they were. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening.

He seemed to think for a while when he brought up finding more intresting flora back at the school. "You are right on that notion, although I dont think any one plant is 'better' than the other. A foxglove cannot do what a venus flytrap does, as is the other way around. They simply exist. As for the moss, I haven't seen anything like it before. I was intrigued." Looking over at Zayden with wide nearly childlike eyes, he continued. "In the same vein I could bring up you and your books. You could have read in the library, the gardens, perhaps even your dorm. But look at you, sitting here on this rooftop. I heard a term once; 'is that not the pot calling the kettle black?'"

Zayden had glared harshly at him, seeming unphased by Nym's words. Indeed, he truly hated this guy. His very existence made his hands shake and his chest boil. He couldn't think clearly with this guy around. And no, it was not like the books. It was loathing. He loathed Nym. Probably almost as much as he loathed bugs. Or more. Who knows. Zayden blinks a few times,"The Libraries are always crowded. Along with the gardens. Not to mention gardens are covered in bugs." He thinks for a moment. Pot calling the kettle back.. He had never heard that term before.

After a bit of thought, Zayden huffed, growling,"Do not mistake me for caring about you. This school has enough troubles. If you were to get eaten by a werewolf, that'd cause more trouble. Especially for me, since I was the last to see you when you got injured before you got eaten." He snaps back. He then glances away,"If you must know, I would of read in my dorms but I.. Chose not to." That was sort of true. Really, he had saw a spider, and his dorm mate wasn't around to kill it for him. He lost sight of the little fucker, so he fled here. He mumbles lowly,"I thought the rooftops would be the only place no one would go to. Little did I know a fucking giant would come stumbling up that ladder just because he spotted moss." He narrows his eyes. If he knew all of this would of happened, perhaps he would of chosen the one rooftop in this city that didn't have moss on it. Or perhaps, he wouldn't of came at all. Would of went to class instead. ..He hadn't went to class in about 3 days now. He wondered why it was the teachers haven't called yet. Perhaps they were used to it and just no longer cared.

Nym did not hate Zayden. He did not hate anyone, in fact. That is not to say that he liked him, or that he trusted him at all, because that wasnt exactly right either. He didnt like how he could yell at people for as long as he did with no care for how they may feel. He did not like how he thought the world revolved around him. He did not like that he killed insects who were simply trying to find shelter. Still, he did not hate him. He was almost saddened that the other felt so strongly about him, especially when he hadn't meant to offend him in the first place. Hell, he still had no clue what he did.

"5'11 is not that tall, Zayden. Humans reach that height all the time." He doubted that he ever saw him in his true form. For all his tranquility and peace, he wasn't exactly comfortable with the way he looked. Even in Syracuse the kid was a sight to behold. So he did what any other sensible teen would do. He hid himself. Firbolgs were masters at disappearing when they wished to, and Nym was no exception to that. He was good at making nearly seamless illusions, and even better at disappearing completely. He used these gifts to appear like a normal human being. It wasnt hard, and he didnt get those weird looks anymore. The one down side was it was absolutely draining. Eh, whatever, he could probably keep it up for at least another hour. He'd just have to head back before that happened.

Zayden tensed up more. He never could figure out why it was Nym never got angry. How, despite how he was treated, Nym continued to talk quietly and respectfully. How could someone still see kindness in a world that's never been fair to them? It didn't make any sense at all.

Zayden did not voice this. He just swallowed harshly and glanced away, mumbling,"Whatever." True. 5'11 wasn't extremely rare. Though, 5'11, compared to 5'4.. That made Zayden feel as if Nym were too tall. Or, perhaps Zayden was just too short. He had sat back down with his knees to his chest, eyeing him over,"..Are.. There really no other buildings in the city that have moss on them..?" He asks, almost quietly though still loud enough to be heard over the distant crowd beneath them. He had to admit, he was a bit interested in the answer. He wondered if it were just coincidence that Nym picked the moss on this building out of the others, or if this was truly the only building with it on it. He never paid attention to really notice.

"It is not the only building with moss, no," he stated slowly, turning his attention to a small patch of the odd looking moss. "It is the first time I've seen this, though. It's different. Darker, with small purple flowers." He touched it, causing a small puff of.... spores? It was definitely something of that sorts. How odd. "You probably shouldn't breathe that in." He'd have to ask Mr. Carver about it later. He would probably know what this odd plant was.

This was probably why Zayden had called him a moron. Nym was not one to think ahead when it came to cool things he found. He would touch it and if it hurt? So be it. C'est la vie. The spores didn't seem too dangerous, even if they did make him cough a bit. "Huh. Cool." Occasionally he would say something that actually sounded like it came from the mouth of a teenager. This was one of those moments.

Zayden blinks, eyeing him,"If you shouldn't breath it in, you shouldn't touch it, either." He softly sighs, shaking his head. Honestly, did this kid seriously not think about himself before going into action about anything? He supposed it couldn't be helped. But still, Nym needed someone to watch out for him. Keep him from killing himself. Though, he supposed it'd be awhile before he found someone like that. Besides, why did Zayden care? He didn't.

Zayden had walked back over, eyeing him before looking at the plant,"..That thing could be poisonous, idiot. Can you at least think first before blindly touching an unknown object like this?" He grumbles lowly.

"I didn't realize that it would do that until I touched it. Now we have some valuable information about it." He was almost tempted to touch it again to see if it would release those spores once more. It would be a fun little experience, but then again what if Zayden was right? He wasnt gonna admit that he was wrong about something so important to his health. "You should be thanking me. Besides, I'm sure my body can take much more than yours can."

Zayden blinks, glaring at Nym,"the hell is that supposed to mean? I can take in as much poison as anyone, even you." He crosses his arms, glaring at him. Who the hell did this guy think he was? What would possibly make it where Nym could handle more poison than Zayden? Why did Nym get to decide that? He wasn't sure, but he didn't like that Nym had determined that without any proof of this being true or not.

"I sincerely doubt that," he began, looking out over the city. "I am very used to poisons. When Firbolgs turn 13, we have to go through many trials to see if we are healthy enough to continue living with the rest of the tribe. It includes taking poisons that nearly kill us. Then each year we take the poisons once more to see if we are still worthy of staying. I've built up a high tolerance." For once in his life, Nym seemed somber and serious. A small frown tugged at the edges of his lips. "I watched many of my friends die. It's a cruel system out there."