Ken Winwroc - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

Ken was relatively quiet while his phone buzzed in his hand, he looked towards Jon and his 'complaining' about having suggested to invite Cedric. Ken too would have liked to not have even though about such a thing, but Ken also knew better than to leave someone out of something. It had been that fact alone that he had even suggested Tarisa to join them. A soft sigh escapes him as he lightly shakes his head.

"You said Networking. People we know, their knights, to let Cyrus meet them. We know him and Ethan. We know Tarisa and Sam." Ken stops talking for a few seconds, turning his gaze to watch as Nolan plopped down onto the ground with his back towards him. Frowning slightly, Ken suddenly wiggles about, moving a bit closer to his Knight, to the point that his knee was lightly brushing against the others back. But as soon as that was done, he turned his attention back to Jon. "And you said what they don't teach us in this school. That means having to learn to deal with and work around the people that you do not like. And in truth, it will lessen the chances they will just appear and attack. I'd rather Cyrus be surrounded by people he can at least trust while meeting him."

"And as for Cedric, Cyrus... He is as bad as others speak of him. He likes to pick pointless fights, with other nobles and their knights. But he is not truly as bad as he likes to act, he does have his good points, too. A very bored person, if anything. Its just... mmm." Ken glances down towards his phone for a second before tapping the screen once and shoving the phone back into his jacket pocket. He quickly looks back up towards Cyrus, smiling a bit. He appeared to want to say more about what he was going on about Cedric, but he ends up clenching his jaw for a few moments instead before speaking again. "Meet him yourself and then make your own opinion. You shouldn't judge someone by the words of another, even if they are true later."

A faint smile forms onto his face as he slowly looks away from Cyrus and Jon. Ken meant well, obviously, he always did, especially when it came to other people, even if he did not really like them. He knew everyone had potential to be a valuable asset, even someone he did not like. "Also. Tarisa said her and Sam will go... Also told Sam to bring an extra shirt so we can avoid previous incidents." Ken suddenly stops doing everything for a few seconds as his eyes go wide, quickly pulling his phone out of his pocket once again before tapping away furiously at the screen.

"And I better tell her not for a few more hours. Would a shame if she tried to go to town early and somehow missed us and by the time she got back we were already gone. A real shame."

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Tarisa Bell / Sammuel Trunt - Main Hallway near Library

With her phone going off again, Tarisa promptly stopped and stared down at her phone. Her cheerful mood suddenly seemed to have vanished in that near instant as she spun around to face her Knight, who had stopped in union with her. Her stunningly beautiful face was drawn in a rather bitter appearance as she stares up Sammuel and then down towards her phone.

"It is not for at least two more hours." Sam merely looks down at her, hardly blinking from behind his thin black rimmed glasses.

"Did your message say that?" Sam did not vocalize a reply, he merely shook his head 'no'. Though the answer did not seem to calm the young 'princess' any. Her frown deepens. "He knows better than to text me twenty minutes before."

Without any warning, Tarisa lifts a hand up and grabs a handful of Sam's short, light-red hair. She gives the countless strands a good tug, digging her rather sharp nails into his scalp, without Sam even making a peep of complain. But just as fast as she had grabbed the hair she released it.

"He is just going to love your cloths this time." And those were the last words she spit out at Sam before spinning back around and continuing down the hall. Sam in question did not retaliate in any way, he even still held on to her bag and books as if his life depended on it. He knew better than to show her that the small tug had hurt in the slightest. If he showed it hurt, when she was in this mood, she would only make it hurt more. Not that he would complain about it, or cry. There had been Noble's who had treated their Knight's worse, he knew.

Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

Cedric.

Jon had never met anyone who got under his skin the way that Green bastard did. He'd never been able to stand the smarmy way he talked, or the callous way he acted. The young Maxwell was absolutely certain of who was behind Ken's stabbing at this point, and the fact that his friend was ready to forgive and forget made it all the worse.

"He's the kind of guy who'd kill a kitten to get inside your head." Jon's eyes flashed, his face dark with negative emotion, an exceptionally harsh contrast to the easygoing man from a few minutes previous. "The kind of human trash that deserves to be dragged through seventeen miles of broken glass and dirty razor blades."

Jon's head snapped around as he leaned close to Cyrus' face, continuing with a bitterly mocking tone. "That's how bad he could possibly be."

He pulled back as soon as he had said his piece, mashing the send button on his phone with his thumb. He continued as he wrapped his arms around his legs, his voice slowly returning to the dismissively light tone. "...But what Ken says is true. You have to meet him to make your own conclusions."

The blonde man forced a smile, half-heatedly showing his teeth. "Maybe he'll turn out to be a perfect gentleman today."

Annie Squire - Dorm Common Room

Bzzzzzzzz.

The quiet young woman barely glanced up from her book, taking note of the new message icon on her phone before returning to the comfort of the overstuffed velvet chair she was seated upon.

With a single well-kept hand, she reached over and flicked the icon for her inbox, reading the message from one of her older acquaintances.

Annie! We're headed out to town in a couple hours, and Tarisa's coming. I need someone to distract her for Ken. I'll owe you one if you come.

Her brow furrowed as she contemplated what she could ask of the other noble. A smile formed soon after, Annie's beautiful fingers dancing along the screen as she typed up a reply.

Understood. You'd best keep this in mind when I ask for something in the future. Keep in mind, my own Knight hasn't arrived yet.

Nolan - Courtyard

She jumped just slightly when she felt something brush past her back and turned to see Ken closer to her. A soft smile graced her lips as she slowly shook her head and turned back. She was entirely tempted to lean on him and just... rest. But she knew that was out of the question. Being tired or being a girl around Ken was something she couldn't do. Ever...

She listened to his words, nodding slightly ever now and then, only turning when he said something about it lessening the chance of them attacking. "Don't ever believe or assume that..." She spoke, her voice soft. She didn't want it to sound too much like a lecture so she worked to keep her tone soft and friendly.

She smiled as she listened to him more, speaking about Cedric. Leave it to Ken to see the good in everyone even if it wasn't really there. But... It was true what he said about judging with your own eyes. It's always better for formulate your own opinions and idea rather than rely on the opinions of others.

Nolan began laughing quite loudly at Ken's next words about Tarisa. "Oh, but it'd be hilarious." She spoke through the laughter. She lifted her hand to her mouth, trying to both be polite and stop her laughter.

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Cyrus - Courtyard

She listened to Ken and Nolan, watching them with tired, bored eyes. She honestly didn't care at this point. She'd be just as guarded toward him as she would any of the others. But still, Jon's reaction was a bit much, even for her. It kind of... concerned her. What had he done to Jon to make him hate him so much?

Her eyes turned to Jon as he spoke, narrowing as if she was trying to figure it all out.

"He's the kind of guy who'd kill a kitten to get inside your head." Jon's eyes flashed, his face dark with negative emotion, an exceptionally harsh contrast to the easygoing man from a few minutes previous. "The kind of human trash that deserves to be dragged through seventeen miles of broken glass and dirty razor blades."

Her eyes widened at the stark contrast and his words. She looked down at the grass, thinking, trying to figure it all out. There couldn't honestly be a man like that. Those were the kind of people from movies and cartoons, never in real life. It couldn't possibly be that bad. But... She turned her eyes to look up at Jon once again. He wasn't one for lying... was he?

"I guess I'll find out..." She spoke, her words trailing off as she stared at Jon.

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"Speak, and he shall appear." Cedric and Ethan - Hallway of Noble's Dorms

"Dog. I forgot my coat, fetch it for me." Cedric spoke, his words sharp and cold. Ethan, his Knight turned on his heel without a word and went back to the blonde male's room to fetch his coat. A few moments later, he returned to see his Noble leaned against the wall, his eyes closed.

Without a word, Ethan walked over and handed the coat over. Cedric smiled and took the coat. "Thank you muchly." He replied, his voice sing song. "Say, what's next on the agenda, dog?" Cedric asked, already walking down the hallway, headed for the cafeteria. After all, he'd yet to eat today.

Ethan turned to his pockets and pulled out his phone, his face stone cold. He tapped at the screen a few times before looking up. "Nothing, sir. You're free the rest of the day." He spoke, his voice monotone and cold, similar to his master's cold tone.

"Oh?" Cedric began, a crooked smile on his face. "How utterly boring. Let's go find a little lamb to sacrifice, shall we?" He continued, his voice sing-song but just as cold as it had been.

"Yes, sir." Ethan replied. Unlike other Knights, Ethan was merely a doll. He held none of his own emotions, at least on the surface. If one were to ask him, he would probably say that he'd died long ago and was now a mere shell of a man. An emotionless machine capable of anything. He can and would kill for Cedric should the young Noble request it simply because he felt no guilt. The world had turned their back on him so long ago, what was there left for him to lose?

Ken Winwroc - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

"Doubtful." Ken said, looking towards Jon as he stated something about Cedric acting like a gentleman. "But... hopeful. Always hopeful." He sighs, tilting his head slightly while still looking at Jon, a slightly worried look now upon his face. With other nobles, Ken would not dare so such emotion in front of, at least not to this extent, but Jon was different. Always had been, even when they had first met all those years ago. A pang of guilt suddenly hit him though from having brought on such a look on his friends face, he did not like to see such a look on Jon's face... ever. Nor Nolan or anyone else, for that matter.

"If you are truly strongly against it I will try to avoid it the best I can, maybe convince him we wont be doing anything today. I just... its easier to have him in sight than waiting in the dark, ya' know?" For once, Ken's voice cracked slightly and the word 'ya' was thrown in carelessly, but not from puberty and Ken was definitely not raised on a farm. He was bad at viewing people as 'bad', even if he knew it in his mind and heart that they were no good. Even talking about someone badly was... slightly difficult for him. He didn't like doing it and it bothered him. Lightly Ken moved a hand to lightly rub over where the scar would be upon his right leg, unconsciously. These were probably the only signs Ken was nervous or worried, and rubbing over the scar on his leg was only something recent.

"I'll try to avoid it." And that was all Ken managed out as he stuffed his phone into his pocket, leaning over to rest his head against Nolan's shoulder. It was a bit hard to tell what Ken might have been nervous about, there was not a great deal that could make him nervous.

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Sammuel Trunt / Tarisa Bell

"Alright, listen carefully because I am not going to the commoners rooms. You are to find your brightest most obnoxious shirt, jacket, shoes, socks, and pants. Call me once you find them and text me a picture. A good one. If you cannot get a good picture, you are to stand outside of my room until I exit. Now hurry up, you are stalling!" With that, Sam quickly started to hasten his pace as he began to pass Tarisa.

"Wait, no, stop! Bring my bags and books with me to my room, I don't want to carry them." And Sam stopped dead in his tracks and allowed Tarisa to catch up to him with her small, light strides. As she passed him, he quickly followed behind her, lightly nodding his head.

"Good. And now that I think about it, I want you to wear those bright purple and pink glasses I got you last week. I know you can't see a thing with them on but they will match with whatever I pick out. Maybe I can put some bows in your hair! I should have left it long, I liked braiding it... but they got really mad when I dyed it that obscene shade of green!" Tarisa was so far wrapped up in her own little world of chattering away at the utterly silent Sam that she failed to notice a few other students rushing down the hallway from the Noble's wing. She slammed directly into them, causing her to spin and land flat on her ass with a loud yelp. They merely laughed and continued on their way while Tarisa merely sat on the floor, wide-eyed.

Sam wished the wide-eyed look had lasted. While she had brought herself into a better mood just a few moments ago, the scowl was instantly back on her face. She did not bother trying to hide her true feelings with her Knight, because no matter how she acted, unless she gave him an order, he wouldn't do anything unless she was seriously wounded or in danger.

"Sammuel C. Trunt!" The young, long black-haired girl started in a screech. The tone that caused people to flinch or to back away, Sam stood still, just holding her books and bag as he had been instructed. He stared down at her with his grey-eyed gaze, nothing to read on his face. "On your knees, this instant!" She snarled.

Without skipping a breath, Sam quickly lifted a hand up and tugged off his glasses from his face, stuffing them into the front pocket of his coat while he dropped down to one knee a short distance away from his noble, who was now pushing herself onto her feet with much irritation. Her motions were jerky, her hands were shaking, even her face was a bit red with embarrassment. As she got to her feet she dusted off her uniform and then turned to Sam. Sam, who now had his head bent while he rested upon his knees while still holding onto the four books in his grasps and her bag.

"Left cheek or right?" She asks, tilting her head a bit as a rather dark shadow falls over her face. "Or maybe I should find Cedric! He always seems to like punishment games, I am sure Ethan will have some fun, too. Actually, yes, I like that idea. Get on your feet, we are going to find Cedric!" She proclaims, bouncing right back into a good mood as she turns down into the Noble's hallway. Sam merely pushes himself up off of the ground and quickly follows after her, keeping his head lowered.

Cedric and Ethan

"My, my! Who do we have here?" Cedric called out, watching Tarisa and her Knight walk down the hallway towards them. "If it isn't my favorite noble. How can I help you today, Ms. Bell?" Cedric asked, bowing politely in front of Tarisa. He grinned and glared up at her Knight before straightening. He smiled sweetly, after all he did like Tarisa. She was like him. Even if their first meeting hadn't gone so well. But then, that was why he liked her, eh?

"Dog! Please... Offer your arm for Ms. Bell. After all, she must have an escort into the cafeteria." He began, barking out orders to his Knight again. "Wait! Unless... Ms. Bell would rather her own Knight have the honors?" He asked, tilting his head in almost mocking manner.

Ethan simply stood where he was, staring blankly at Tarisa and then at Sam. An almost invisible motion, Ethan moved his head ever so slightly and closed his eyes. As if to say, 'Good day, Sammuel.' It was over within a second and Ethan's eyes opened once again as he turned to his Noble's command. He nodded quickly and went to the woman's side, stopping as he was instructed. An empty shell of a man...

Sammuel and Tarisa

"Ooooh, Cedric, just the Nobleman I was looking for!" Tarisa practically sung as she too bowed towards Cedric, rather gracefully. She was rather fond of Cedric, because they both were rather alike, after all. And what was that saying? Some of the roughest first meetings turned into the best of friendships? She honestly couldn't remember at the moment, nor could she really bother to care. She was politely quiet while he spoke, nodding her head softly, her long locks of hair not even moving out of place as she does so.

"While I would just love to get something to eat at the moment, I have a bit more of a pressing matter. Sam here has been rather mean today and is in need of some punishment! I thought I would offer you the honors! I just got my nails done yesterday and I don't want to ruin such an expensive manicure on a toy." As she says this she glances down towards her nails and then back up towards Cedric and then to Ethan who stood near her. "And its alright, dog-boy. I would love to see you mop the floor with him sometime too, though."

Sam barely lifted his head enough to catch sight of Ethan's small greeting, but he did not have time to return one. Instead, he managed the slightest nod of his head before he raised his head finally.

"Sam, move over here." Tarisa pointed blatantly for him to move in front of Ethan, probably so that he was in better range for Cedric and Ethan.

"But.... if you don't want too," She tilts her head to the side a bit, "I guess I could have him throw himself down some stairs or something again. But it gets boring when he just keeps getting back up, you know."

Cedric and Ethan

"Oh! But that's half the fun, Ms. Bell!" Cedric exclaimed, grinning to himself. With a sly smile, his eyes moved over to Sam. "You... would be so kind as to give me the honors? I'm not sure I'm deserving of such a gift..." He spoke, his grin growing. For this moment, Cedric looked much akin to a snake, a sly and cowardly predator, slithering his way around.

With his head held high, he walked over to Sam and grinned, closing his eyes. Cedric lifted a hand to put under Sam's chin. "See... If they don't get back up, then the game is over and the toy becomes useless and broken. And it's a pain trying to get a new one." He explained, moving Sam's head from side to side, as if to look at him. "See... Though he's been put through our hellish toyings, he's still chipper as the day you got him. A rather strong toy, I do believe." He continued, removing his hand from Sam's chin. "Now... How to punish..." Cedric turned, thinking.

"Oh! I know!" He called out and then, without warning, spun around, kicking out his leg to catch Sam's. The poor fool fell to the ground with a rather loud thud but no one would come to help once they saw the face of Cedric and Tarisa, both of which looked to be enjoying this far too much. "Now, for right now... Why don't you just stay as you are... Like dirt. You know... I'm beginning to think that you look a lot like dirt... I think... I might... mistake you for it." Cedric spoke, his words smooth and calculated. His smile faded as he lifted his shoe and pressed it down on Sam's face, careful to not put enough pressure to cut or bruise anything.

"My, my... Ms. Bell. What a dirty toy you have. I think it might require some cleaning. Dog." Cedric began, calling out for his Knight. Ethan was there within seconds, standing straight as a pin to wait for directions. "Go fetch us a mop bucket. The floor is covered in dirt." He commanded, grinning down a Sam once again.

Without so much as peep, Ethan turned and walked around to search for the mop bucket Cedric wanted. A few moments later, he was walking back, bucket and mop in hand. "Here, sir." He spoke curtly.

"Good." He sang, turning to Tarisa. "Would you like to have the honors? After all, cleaning up the toy is the owner's duty, am I wrong?" He asked, smiling sweetly to her.

Sammuel and Tarisa

Sam remained still upon the floor as Cedric had instructed. Though after having landed on the books he was holding, his ribs sort of hurt. He remained holding onto the objects tightly, but the bag that was once slung over his shoulder had fallen elsewhere. Not that it seemed that Tarisa really cared for any of the objects that were now under threat of being soaked. He kept his eyes open, staring up at Cedric, though most of his view was blocked by the noble's shoe.

"While that is true, I am pretty bad at taking care of my toys." Tarisa giggled happily, a grin now plastered onto her pale face. "But I think this once I could at least pour the bucket. Would you mind doing the mopping? I am terrible with dirt." She murmurs as she quickly grabs the bucket from Ethan.

The knight that was on the floor did not even so much was twitch at any of this, he finally closed his eyes with a soft sigh. He had already resigned himself to his fate the moment the Bell family had bought him off of the streets as a child. There was no point to keep his eyes open anyway without his glasses on, his vision was downright terrible and he might as well have been blind. It had not always been like that, he once had great eyes. But after having taken a serious blow to the head several years ago, he lost a good bit of his sight. But even after that and at the insistence of Tarisa, he was forced to remain by her side.

"Mmm, you'll have to replace those books later, Sammy." She simply states before quickly flipping over the bucket above Sam and jumping back before any of the murky water could even touch her shoes.

Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

Jon gave both Ken and Cyrus another forced smile, the light-hearted man struggling to make his expression do his bidding.

"Look, I don't like the guy. That's really it. Although that was fairly obvious."

The blonde laughed weakly, his smile seeming more genuine with every passing moment.

"Haha. And Ken, you've got a point. Better to see him than have a nasty surprise when we go into town. So I suppose I can't complain there. Just dismiss what I said before as tiredness or something."

He remained silent for several seconds, absently hitting his vibrating phone against his bare hand, before he gave a sort gasp of feigned surprise.

"Ah, yes! Onto a lighter topic for conversation! If we've finished up here, I've gotta go finish unpacking my room."

Jon clambered to his feet, before beaming and giving a mischievous grin. He seemed to have sorted away his feelings toward Cedric once more, and had finally returned fully to the dismissively kind young man that he usually was.

"I may or may not have "forgotten" to do it in my haste to take a nap."

Cyrus - Courtyard

Stop pretending...

She stayed silent as Jon talked, looking up as he got up to go back to his room. Sighing, she stood as well, shaking her head at his antics.

"Forgot or 'forgot'?" She asked, raising as brow at Jon. She snorted softly and shook her head at him. "You're an idiot." She told him, a frown on her face.

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Nolan - Courtyard

Jon really seemed to hate Cedric though Nolan could understand why. She didn't like the guy either. His mere presence was like nails on chalkboard for most people. She didn't see how Ethan put up with the guy. She felt sorry for him. If only everyone could have a Noble like Ken. Kind, sweet and thoughtful. Everything an esteemed Noble should be.

She smiled softly as Jon stood up to go to his room, content to stay seated near Ken, his knee lightly touching her back. It was comforting, knowing he was there. Though, she was also content to see what he wanted to do. She was perfectly fine with going back to his room to let him take a nap but she also understood if he wanted to get some work done. She'd probably just watch TV or something.

"Good luck, Jon" She told him, chuckling as she watched Cyrus' facial reactions.

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Cedric and Ethan - Hallway

Humming, Cedric took the mop and began rubbing it over Sam's face, a happy, content smile on his face. "The floor looks better already!" He sang, looking over at Tarisa and Ethan with a smile.

After a few moments, he pulled the mop from Sam's face and bent down, putting the mop on the floor next to him. "Now, Toy. How about you go put this stuff up and get changed? Can't have a wet toy in the cafeteria. The others wouldn't be able to bare looking at you. Now, snap to it. Your master needs new books." He barked, grinning down at Sam. He flicked Sam's forehead before standing back up to address Tarisa.

"Now, Ms. Bell. While he goes to finish cleaning up, would you mind having lunch with me?" He asked, putting on his best gentleman's smile.

Ken Winwroc - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

Ken smiled softly, nodding towards Jon. "Eh'. Unpacking or another nap, both are pretty good options." He nodded towards his friend, despite the falseness he was seeing from the other. It was something he had seen before, but if it bothered him, it sure wasn't showing. "See you both soon, Jon, Cyrus." He then merely waited for the other Noble and Knight to leave before he started speaking to Nolan.

Slowly Ken turns his attention onto Nolan, who he now nudged lightly with his knee. "I am not sure what we should do now. I wanted to sit out here until time was up, but seeing as Jon is elsewhere, it is now pointless. But that is my fault. Are you hungry? I know we had tons of sample-snacks while we were in town earlier, but not a solid meal. We could go eat something, but we might be eating again once we go into town. Or possibly we could just head back to my room so I could finish some work and change cloths before then... or nap. A nap sounds nice, too."

He lifts a hand to rub his eyes, frowning for a few moments. "But I still have all that work to do, so maybe going back to the room is a good idea."

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Sammuel Trunt / Tarisa Bell - Hallway

Tarisa merely watched happily as Cedric took her place in tormenting Sammuel. Or well, the bigger part of tormenting him. She had poured the water on him, after all, and ruined her own expensive books. But she could care less, there was nothing better than seeing someone being treated like this. She couldn't understand why others treated their Knight's with such friendliness, weren't they supposed to be servants and human shields?

"Since you are going to get changed early, get the cloths for this evening. Make sure they are all bright and obnoxious." She chimes, grinning happily, even as Cedric gave him more orders. But then he turned and asked again if she would have lunch with him. Her grin slowly calms down to a well practiced, lady-like smile.

"Well, Mr.Green. After such a beautiful display I must say I would just love to have lunch with you." Tarisa lifts a hand to tuck several loose strands of hair behind her right ear with a slight, delicate tilt of her head. "Though I cannot eat too much, sadly. It seems Kenny is going to be going out on a group date this evening and asked that I come along with my toy." She then went silent for a moment. "I do not know if you were invited or not, but you should join us and bring your dog along. I just love the looks on their faces when you show up, nothing better than watching people squirm."

Sam laid there silently on the wet floor while they spoke, at least for a few moments before he quickly pushed himself up and moved the books from the water. For the most part, it had only soaked him and the floor, but several of the books would have to dry out over the day from the exposure. He figured they would be fine, and if they weren't, he could just get new ones. But he wouldn't really be able to tell if they were that bad or not unless he put back on his glasses... and he couldn't do that until they left. So instead he quickly pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the mop, starting to mop of the excess water he had been coated in.

He did not look very appealing at the moment with stains of dirt now all over his face from the mop, and in truth, his eyes actually burned pretty badly from the dirty water. But he kept them open, just barely being able to make out the water on the floor. He had gotten some of it in his mouth, but he wasn't willing to just spit on the floor right now. They would probably punish him for that, too.

Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

"Yeah, definitely...." Jon gave a lopsided smile, giggling mischievously. "...the latter."

As he began to stroll off, he tossed a comment at Nolan in his sing-song tone. "It's not nice call me an idiot~! That's just plain rude~!"

The blonde young man began to stroll off, simply waving a hand as he departed away from Ken and his knight, making a beeline for the slightly ajar door of the air-conditioned schoolhouse proper.

Humming quietly to himself, he slid into the door without much exertion, making a beeline for the dorm room entrance, basking the cool air that flowed around him.

Cedric and Ethan

"Oh?" Cedric asked, his face brightening as she mentioned an outing. "Ken invited you to a group date? Hmmm..." Cedric mumbled, his finger on his chin as he thought for a moment. "I think I shall. Whether they decide to invite me or not. It is always fun to watch them. Though..." He began, a smile on his face. "I don't think I'll be pulling any of my usual stunts... Best to let them think they're safe." He finished, chuckling at himself.

He lifted his arm for Tarisa to take. "Shall we, ma'am?" He asked, his voice smooth and calculated. "A light lunch awaits us." He continued. He turned to glance at Ethan for a moment before walking on when the missus took his arm. Ethan took the sign and waited by the entrance, simply watching with a blank stare. He couldn't leave Cedric and Tarisa alone, but he didn't need to be in on the conversation. After all, who let their dog eat at the dinner table?

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Nolan

"Then let's do that." She replied to Ken, standing up and giving him a hand. "Nap or not, I think a visit to the room will do us well." She continued, smiling at him. "Though, I do think Jon's excitement is contagious. Just a few seconds ago, you were ready for bed never mind another outing." She told him, shaking her head softly.

After helping him up, she and Ken went back to his room. Upon entry, Nolan made her way to the couch and the TV, grabbing the remote and turning it on. For the next few minutes, she flipped through channels, trying to find something, a smile on her face. Eventually, she did find a movie she was interested in and watched. The... Karate Kid? Hm... She'd never heard of it. Looked interesting though.

"Let me know if you need anything." She called over her shoulder to Ken. "Remember, I'm here for your sake. Use me. Even if it's just for a glass of tea. I'm not so stupid that I can't do that much for you." She told him, chuckling as she turned to send a smile his way.

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Cyrus - In Her Own Room

She rolled her eyes again, thinking about what Jon had said to her at the end there. Well... He was an idiot. She was just calling it as she saw it. She huffed as she pushed herself from the floor, a small puddle of sweat on the floor below her. Push-ups weren't her favorite thing, but she needed the arm strength. She spent the next few hours do this, even going so far as to go outside for a jog. If Jon needed her, he'd call anyway...

Ken

Ken was relatively quiet while they got to the room. As Nolan made himself comfortable on the couch with the TV, Ken found himself sitting at his desk. It had not even been a full ten minutes yet he already had an entire stack of papers in one hand and a pen in the other. A bored look was on his face as he began to scribble various notes down on the sides of the foreign lettering, and though he appeared bored, he was focusing quite well on his work. Flipped one finished page and set it on the desk, and then another, and then another. But the moment Nolan began to speak, a bit of a chuckle escaped him before he turned back to look at his Knight with a smirk.

"I know you are here for my sake, liebling. But I feel troubled asking you to do such simple things that I can do myself, especially when you already do so much for me." Ken shrugs slightly. "You are my constant companion. While that might not seem like a lot to anyone else, and I know you feel that is something not nearly as important as a bodyguard or anything... but to me it is the most priceless and precious thing. With the work I must do, on top of the studying and keeping up appearances with the rest of the world... Nothing can compare to just being able to speak with someone normally without worry of ruining something."

Lightly shaking his head, he turns back to his papers, already scribbling things down again.

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Tarisa Bell / Sammuel Trunt

Tarisa happily grabs onto his arm in a careful, lady-like fashion. "I look forward to watching them panic. Or well, to see Kenny's dog and everyone else on edge... Kenny is a bit too oblivious to things sometimes for his own good."

Sammuel finally finished mopping up the extra water. His eyes still burned, but he quickly grabbed the bucket and the mop and set them against the wall before grabbing the books and the backpack. He doesn't even give a second thought to looking back, with Ethan there, he didn't have to worry about Tarisa. Not that he ever really did, but he had to make it at least seem like he was doing his job as a Knight, and not just a punching bag. It really didn't take him long to arrive at his own room that he shared with Cain, currently ranked as the 5th Knight. And he was in luck though, his roommate was not here at the moment.

He felt like he couldn't quite deal with his roommate at the moment. While he liked the company of the other Knight, who was actually pretty funny in his opinion, he didn't feel much like hearing the jokes or bits of gossip that he might find amusing at the moment. Carelessly Sam dropped the backpack and books onto the floor by the door before he quickly moved to the bathroom. He ran a rag under some chilled water before wiping his face and neck, not even wincing as he ran over his somewhat sore cheek. The happened when someone stepped on your face.

Setting down the rag he finally reaches into his pocket and pulls out his glasses and puts them on. Glancing in the mirror he examines his face with the same neutral expression he always had. His eyes were red as they'd ever been before and somewhat swollen from the dirty soap water. A few red shoe imprints were starting to form on the right side of his face where the shoe had been pressed, even though it had not been all too roughly. With a slight shake of his head, he strips out of his wet clothing, tossing the cloths onto his bed before he moved his way over to his wardrobe. Or a nightmare, is what he liked to call it. Who in the world wanted bright neon green shoes, or other bright articles of clothing...

A rather loud sigh escapes Sammuel as he goes about picking out his clothing for the evenings events.

-AND THUS A FEW HOURS PASS-

Jonathan Maxwell - Noble Dorms -> Knight Dorms

He closed the door of his room behind him, having just informed the duo inside that he'd head down first to go fetch his Knight.

Jon smirked to himself as he straightened his collar, the top buttons of his casually chosen white shirt unbuttoned to show the creamy milk color of his slightly muscular chest. He'd chosen it specifically for it's rather flattering qualities when it came to displaying his bare arms when he rolled up his sleeves, and how well it got on with his single accessory, a watch made of a pure, silvery metal. Well-fitted jeans, navy in color, completed the picturesque outfit of a man who chose to look his best.

For Jonathan Maxwell, looking good had never been an optional selection. Something he'd learned from his mother.

With new spring in his step and a fresh glow in his eye, the quickly advancing man set his sights forward, strolling onward as he made his steady way to the Knights' dorms, stopping every so often to chat with the any of the startlingly pretty young women that caught his eye.

The blonde man's thoughts only began to settle once he finally took his first steps into the first floor hallway of the Knights' dorms.

He'd been trying to keep Cyrus out of the loop about Cedric, but the bastard just kept popping up like a dank pile of weeds. No one needed the four-eyed pig to have a nice life.

And Cyrus seemed to be easily shaken already.

A casual smile played on the blonde young man's lips as his normally fairy-like expression of innocent mischievousness lit up at the thought of Cyrus' crimson-faced embarrassment.

The poor man probably needed a drink.

Jon's signature grin didn't fade as he strode up to the door that marked the room that Nolan and Cyrus shared, barely containing his grin as he knocked once, before violently opening the door. He bellowed out his greeting as he strode inside without a care.

"Hello~! I've come over to see if Cyrus can come out and play!"

Cyrus - In Her Room

She sighed, flipping through a book, a pile of papers surrounding her. She was trying to figure out the best way to defend against someone stronger than her but to no avail. Then again, it didn't really seem like something she could learn from a book...

She jumped when the door sudden burst open and Jon came bursting through, yelling. Papers went flying everywhere and her book fell to the floor as she stammered to get up quite awkwardly.

"Ah... Ahm... Ah... You... You could wait just a bit longer instead of... scaring me half to death." She scolded him, her voice shaking from her rapidly beating heart. He really needed to stop doing that. One day, it might lead to him figure out her secret. Not that she ran around the living area naked but... if he did it here, who could tell if he wouldn't do the same going into her room... Or her bathroom. She sighed and shook her head.

"Anyway, do I have to go? Actually... nevermind. Forget I said that. Let's just go." She spoke, already walking towards the door.

Jonathan Maxwell - Cyrus and Nolan's Room

Jon gave an almost disapproving 'Hmm', as he stared at his startled companion, quickly looking the androgynous man up and down, not making a movement or comment til Cyrus made for the door.

He almost casually reached over to Cyrus as the other man passed him by, hooking his hand onto the collar of his Knight's suit and firmly halting any further progress.

"Ah-ah, Not looking like that, you're not."

He darted forward and around, making certain to loose the collar as he stood directly in the doorway, blocking the exit so that he could observe the dark-haired man without interruption.

The scion of the Maxwell family grasped at the front part of the suit, pulling it open as his pale eyes darted up and down the well-made hem as if to find some sort of glaring flaw.

"Go and change, I won't let you be the stuffy guy who doesn't look like he knows how to have fun."

Jon flashed a charming grin, the usual mischievous glint absent from his eye.

"I gotta show you off, ya know?"

Ken Winwroc - Noble Dorms

It had been a simple decision for Ken to simply work through his exhaustion, it always was. He just had to get the work done and then he could sleep later, at least that is what his father had always instructed him with. The key was not just getting it done though, it was getting it done correctly and without error. The few hours before the outing was just enough time for him to finish half of a stack of sheets, corrected once and twice over. But he had not changed cloths or anything yet. Not that it would take him a long time, anyway.

He was slightly thankful that he had ordered Nolan to go change clothing not to long ago, because despite what the other said, Ken was quite sure that a change of cloths for this evening was necessary. It had been so hot this morning, it was ridiculous. And even he had been sweating, though had been far too enveloped in chatting people up to give it much care.

Letting out a soft sigh, Ken finally dropped his pen down onto his table before grabbing the papers and stuffing them into one of the few drawers within his desk. With the TV off, it was rather quiet and without Nolan, or even Cedric in the room, it was almost painful. He spun in his chair and tapped his feet on the floor before quickly pushing himself up to get a change of cloths. But what to wear? He could just throw on one of his suits and pick out a tie. Or maybe he could put on a jacket and some clean jeans... With a rough shake of his head, Ken reaches in and pulls out a rather nice looking sleeveless jacket from his collection. This would be alright, he decided. Since it was a trip going into town he could get away with dressing down a bit from his usual suit attire, even if there would be other nobles present. No one else would really be wearing one, hopefully.

By the time he had finished dressing, he had on a sleek grey hooded jacket with a white undershirt, along with a pair of what appeared to be really comfortable jeans. This, he thought, would do fine. He even grabbed a pair of sunglasses just in case and plopped them onto his forehead and pulled them back so his bangs were out of his eyes. If Nolan thought this was a terrible idea once he got back, he would say something. But now that he had finished dressing and everything was in place, he looks down to his phone and towards the door, and then looks around the room with a slight frown. It was so quiet. So very quiet.

Nolan would be back any time now though, he told him that he would wait here for him. Stiffly Ken moves over by the door and plops in the small chair beside the wall near the door, lightly tapping his thumbs against his knees while waiting. He hoped someone arrived soon, not really caring suddenly if it was Nolan or Cedric or even Ethan.

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Sammuel Trunt - Knight Dorm --> Courtyard

After having chosen his clothing, Sam had decided to shower. And long after he had finished showering and dressed for the evening, he got an extra pair of cloths out as Ken had asked him to do. He was slightly glad that Ken had asked him to grab extra cloths for himself, otherwise he would have to spend the evening in this... obnoxiously bright green and pink suit his master had decided upon.

His eyes were not nearly as red now and the red marks that were once on his face were practically gone. Both good things. Even Tarisa's books had dried already and were perfectly fine. Everything was in order. Carefully he slings his bag over his shoulder, filled with his spare cloths as he opened his phone and checked his messages, nearly all of them from Tarisa. Quickly he was making his way out the door as he read through them.

"HEY, TOY. Will be a few minutes late, wait in the courtyard."
"Did you get me new books?"
"What about shoes? The right shoes? Last time you got the red ones and you looked stupid."
"Dont forget to pin your hair back."
"The headband. Use the headband."

Mentally cringing, Sam spins right around and darts back to his desk, pulling out a circular piece of cloth that was bright enough to blind someone. It was so yellow, so yellow that Sam always considered it to be like a small sun. Carefully working with the cloth, he managed to get his red locks of hair pulled back with the bright cloth and had it tied into place. He pulled out several pins and stuck them in at placed to be sure it would stay. And with that, he shoved his glasses on and then continued right back out the door in a hurry to the courtyard in his bright, flashy and obnoxious clothing.

Cyrus - Cyrus and Nolan's Room

She felt her eye twitch as Jon hooked onto the collar of her suit.

"Ah-ah, Not looking like that, you're not."

She felt her heart skip a beat as Jon nearly tore at her clothing, pulling the suit open. She put on a pretty good show though, her face remained mostly calm as she glared at him, a small frown on her face. Her hand shook slightly as she pulled his hands away from her.

"Do you often tear at the clothes of other men, young master?" She asked, her voice smooth despite her rapid heart rate. "I'll accommodate to your tastes, but just because you change my clothes, won't change who I am." She explained to him, already turning away.

"Stay there. I'll change..." She told him, speaking over her shoulder.

Quickly, she walked into her room, closing and locking the door behind her. Once inside, she let out a long sigh of relief and slide down against the door. It wasn't until a few minutes later that she was able to get up and begin looking for more suitable clothing. She opted for a simple blue long sleeve shirt with a grey hoodie, a pair of grey skinny jeans and a pair of blue high tops.

She walked back outside and glared over at Jon. "Better?" She asked curtly, her words sharp with anger.

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Nolan - Cyrus and Nolan's Room

While Cyrus was busy getting dressed, Nolan had just arrived. She walked over to the door to see it open and upon closer inspection noticed a small framed Cyrus running toward his room.

"What did you do to him now?" She asked as she entered the room, shaking her head slightly. "Nevermind. I need to go get changed and get back to Ken soon. Don't mind me." She told him, already making way to her own room opposite Cyrus'. She closed the door softly behind her and slowly locked the door, so that Jon wouldn't hear it locking. For some reason, men thought it weird for other men to want to dress in privacy. She began to wonder why women weren't the same way. Surely boobs weren't the only cause here.

With that thought behind her, Nolan went to her closet and pulled out a new outift. She pulled on a grey t-shirt, a red hoodie, a sleeveless denim jacket, brown kahki pants and grey sneakers. Satisfied that she would be warm in the cool night air, she took the outfit to her bed and laid it out where it would be ready for her when she got out of the shower.

The shower was pretty nice and she certainly needed it. She could feel the layers of sweat being washed away as she stood under the blanket of warm water. There was nothing quite like a nice warm shower to wash away your emotions, leaving a new, fresh person. It also gave you time to think...

I have an assignment due in a few days... Ugh...

Nolan slid down in the shower, seated in a upward fetal position against the shower wall. What was she going to do about that assignment anyway? A speech on gender equality? Why of all the people in the school did she get assigned an assignment on gender. It was like the world hated her. Or loved her too much, she couldn't decide. Either way, she'd have to figure something out. This was the first time at this school that she'd had an assignment that she didn't know how to even... start.

A few minutes later, she was out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body. She opened the door to let the hot air out and then turned to look into the slowly defogging window, smiling to herself. She'd always hated it, but she was pretty lucky. She shared her brother's jawline and cheekbone structure. She took a few moments to work on a bit of makeup, making an adam's apple appear on her neck. Makeup was like magic, if you knew how to use it, you could do amazing things with it. Like... turn a female into a male.

Laughing at herself, she turned back around and got dressed and soon was back out the door, waving at Cyrus and Jon as she left, headed back for Ken's room.

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Cedric and Ethan - Headed to Ken and Cedric's room

Cedric hummed a simple tune as he and Ethan made way for his room. Ethan never really said much and to be honest, it rather bothered Cedric. He'd never admit it, but he really just wanted Ethan to be his friend... But he was forced to do other things. It could have been different but one thing led to another and... Now Cedric couldn't stop himself. Maybe that was just who he really was. He was never meant to have friends. Besides, he often said one thing but thought another. It was a curse. It was like he didn't know how to be nice. He blamed his mother most of the time, the sly bitch. She knew how to manipulate people and taught Cedric that that was the only way to live a good and well life.

He turned the corner, a small frown on his face as they came up on his door. "Do what you want." He ordered Ethan and opened the door. What he hadn't expected was for Ethan to just... follow him... It was like the kid was a lost puppy, didn't know what to do without it's master. Cedric simply ignored it.

He noticed Ken in the room and a bright smile formed on his face. He was hoping Ken might be here. "Don't worry about inviting me, Tarisa already did." He spoke quickly, walking over to the kitchen, he stopped just in front of Ken, a wide smile on his face.

I just don't want to be alone...

Ethan stared blankly into the room before walking over to the couch to sit down. Without a sound, he picked up the remote and clicked on the TV. A weird soap opera blipped onto the screen, procuring a small look of confusion from the silent boy. Did Ken like soaps?

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Criston and Cain - Courtyard

"Dum-di-dum-dum-dum... Dum-dum-dum... DUMMMM!" Criston shouted, singing the tune to a song he'd been listening to. Cain raised a brow at him and chuckled, shaking his head.

"You sound like a retard..." Cain told him, smirking.

"You sound like an asshole." Criston returned, sending Cain a look that said, 'Top that.'

"Fair enough." Cain replied, chuckling again.

The two boys were seated on a bench on the inside of the walls, facing the school. They waited on the others to show up, wondering who all would come. They honestly didn't know or... maybe it was that they really didn't care. That was usually the case. Though Cain was high in the ranks, both Knight and Noble were pretty lax. They didn't care about much of anything. Most would say they were shallow and lazy... Criston preferred to call it, 'Happy.' and 'Stress free.' Cain could only agree with him.

Ken Winwroc - Noble Dorm's, Cedric and Ken's room

Relief could not have been more apparent on Ken's face as Cedric and Ethan arrived into the room. He quickly straightened himself up, offering a soft smile towards his roommate and his knight. He lifted a hand and pulled his sunglasses off of his head and tucked them into his jacket pocket, nodding lightly towards Cedric, just far too relieved that someone else was there to really care what danger he might be in if he wasn't careful. Ethan was there, Cedric could easily order his Knight to attack him... but, there was some part of Ken that made him hopeful that he wouldn't. At least not right now.

"Cedric, I am actually glad you got here before I left. I wanted to text you, but I forgot the number you gave me was out of order, or something... whatever it is, it doesn't work! Did Tarisa tell you what kind of thing it was?" He asks rather simply, an utterly hopeful smile on his face. He wasn't really afraid of Cedric, the more he thought about it. While yes, the other noble could easily hurt him, he had many, many chances to do so while they were in the room, but hadn't. At least not yet. Or maybe he had, and Ken had just not really noticed...?

Either way, Ken slowly turned his gaze towards the TV as Ethan turned it on. He tilts his head a bit, sucking in a sharp breath. He didn't really watch TV all that often unless Nolan sat him down to watch something. Occasionally he watched the news or one of the political channels, and that was only when someone in his family was involved. He read articles on them and the alike, too. It was really the only way he got to know how they were doing anymore.

He tilted his head a bit as he looked at the TV and then towards Ethan. When would Nolan arrive...?

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Sammuel - Courtyard

Sam swiftly made his way into the courtyard, he quickly spotted Cain and Criston. Without waiting even a moment, the silent Knight made his way over towards the over towards them. He was bright, flashy, in such otherworldly cloths it was almost painful. To a trained eye, he looked utterly miserable, but to anyone just glancing over him, he looked to be stone-faced and even unaware at what he was wearing.

The moment he got closer to the duo, he lightly bowed his head before switching his bag to the other shoulder, just standing stiffly as he looks around before looking at the both of them.