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.
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She spat to the side, looking down on the newly formed corpses of the bandits. They never ceased to disgust her, even in their brutal deaths. "Killing 'em is easy, axeman. The rest of the bandit scum will probably be either dead or runnin' scared."
The ginger woman gave a lopsided grin, bending over to grasp the dirty shirt of one of the slain bandits. She began to clean her blade, the blood soaking inside of the fabric. "We just need to meet up with the people in the front part of the town."
Duraid and the Routed Rest of the Bandits
The berseker didn't die as quickly as he should have, the gurgling wheeze and baleful light in his eye lasting long after the spear had perforated his skull. Hatred burned on every breath that didn't come, the blood leaking out sluggish and unnaturally dark.
Duraid, however, ignored the madman's life force as he stepped over the corpse to reach Alice, barely noting the strangely armored man who had attacked him earlier. The hulking giant chose to ignore Hark's complaints before he carefully asked Alice a question of his own, the hissing of breath barely noticeable from inside the uncaring helmet.
"Can you stand?"
He proffered a massive hand, carefully keeping his other hand on his axe.
She spat to the side, looking down on the newly formed corpses of the bandits. They never ceased to disgust her, even in their brutal deaths. "Killing 'em is easy, axeman. The rest of the bandit scum will probably be either dead or runnin' scared."
The ginger woman gave a lopsided grin, bending over to grasp the dirty shirt of one of the slain bandits. She began to clean her blade, the blood soaking inside of the fabric. "We just need to meet up with the people in the front part of the town."
Duraid and the Routed Rest of the Bandits
The berseker didn't die as quickly as he should have, the gurgling wheeze and baleful light in his eye lasting long after the spear had perforated his skull. Hatred burned on every breath that didn't come, the blood leaking out sluggish and unnaturally dark.
Duraid, however, ignored the madman's life force as he stepped over the corpse to reach Alice, barely noting the strangely armored man who had attacked him earlier. The hulking giant chose to ignore Hark's complaints before he carefully asked Alice a question of his own, the hissing of breath barely noticeable from inside the uncaring helmet.
"Can you stand?"
He proffered a massive hand, carefully keeping his other hand on his axe.
Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius
He was quick to type a reply to Criston, happy that his social nature was paying off here.
Sweetness. I'd like to say that we'd head off in a couple hours now. I'm certain you'll look good in whatever, so it's up to your judgement.
The young Maxwell sat back again, scrolling through his contacts to reach Annie as he observed both Ken and Cyrus over the top of his phone.
Cyrus seemed to be over whatever fit of anger and disapproval that wracked him constantly, clearly disliking the direction the night was taking.
Cyrus'll be fine after some rest. He's got two hours, he should spend them easy if I just go back to my room.
As for Ken...
Jon glanced over at the other noble, quite happy that he seemed to be over his anger at Tarisa. Nolan'd protect him anyway, and he seriously doubted that the loud-mouthed female was the one behind the incident last year. Although... Jon's grin lost all humor as Ken mentioned a certain someone, his usually playful eyes turning dark and distrustful.
"Urgh." His face twisted into a rare grimace of disgust at the mention of his least favorite person in the academy.
Cedric.
For a full fifteen seconds, Jon typed a message to Annie in stony silence, before finally voicing his misgivings.
The noble's voice had dislike clearly running under his words. "Do you have to invite him?"
He was quick to type a reply to Criston, happy that his social nature was paying off here.
Sweetness. I'd like to say that we'd head off in a couple hours now. I'm certain you'll look good in whatever, so it's up to your judgement.
The young Maxwell sat back again, scrolling through his contacts to reach Annie as he observed both Ken and Cyrus over the top of his phone.
Cyrus seemed to be over whatever fit of anger and disapproval that wracked him constantly, clearly disliking the direction the night was taking.
Cyrus'll be fine after some rest. He's got two hours, he should spend them easy if I just go back to my room.
As for Ken...
Jon glanced over at the other noble, quite happy that he seemed to be over his anger at Tarisa. Nolan'd protect him anyway, and he seriously doubted that the loud-mouthed female was the one behind the incident last year. Although... Jon's grin lost all humor as Ken mentioned a certain someone, his usually playful eyes turning dark and distrustful.
"Urgh." His face twisted into a rare grimace of disgust at the mention of his least favorite person in the academy.
Cedric.
For a full fifteen seconds, Jon typed a message to Annie in stony silence, before finally voicing his misgivings.
The noble's voice had dislike clearly running under his words. "Do you have to invite him?"
Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valarius
Jon calmly let the hand get shaken off, snickering quietly to himself as his Knight turned red once more.
He shrugged at the mention of Tarisa. "I don't think that Sam'll leave her alone unless she promises to stay in, Ken. Kinda a pity, but it happens when you have a Knight." Jon glanced at Cyrus as he said so, flashing another teasing grin in his direction. "If Tarisa comes, I'll just get Annie to go too. Hopefully, the girls will cancel out. They both need to loosen up a bit, and I've been told by my roommate that he's a bit of a charmer." Jon gave a snort of laughter, gleefully giggling at the image that he'd just thought up. "Perhaps he really could give Tarisa a run for her money?"
Jon's snickers slowly died down as he began to type up a quick message to Criston, barely containing his chuckles at the thought of either of the two stuck-up nobles swooning.
He'd known Tarisa for a couple of years, but most of the time he'd spent with her had amounted to small talk and angry bickering. Of all the Nobles in his year, she safely took the second place of the person he liked the least(The first place winner riled Jon up so much that he couldn't stand to be in the same room for any amount of time). Even so, she'd calm down if he could convince Annie to come.
Jon had known the stoically mean Squire girl for much longer, and his relationship with her could be summed up in the simple phrase of 'If you don't bother me, I won't bother you.', forming a sort of uneasy companionship that both chose to avoid talking about if necessary. But, if nothing else, Annie could be counted on to follow through on her promises.
"Look, I'll contact Criston, see what he's doing and check out if he can come. Then it shouldn't matter if miss bitchy comes along."
Jon continued with his message, careless of the rather crass way he'd described Tarisa.
The message he sent read like this:
Criston! It's your roommate. Wanna go hit the town with me and some guys? Pick up some chicks, get to know each other? Dinner's on me. Bring your Knight if possible.
Jon calmly let the hand get shaken off, snickering quietly to himself as his Knight turned red once more.
He shrugged at the mention of Tarisa. "I don't think that Sam'll leave her alone unless she promises to stay in, Ken. Kinda a pity, but it happens when you have a Knight." Jon glanced at Cyrus as he said so, flashing another teasing grin in his direction. "If Tarisa comes, I'll just get Annie to go too. Hopefully, the girls will cancel out. They both need to loosen up a bit, and I've been told by my roommate that he's a bit of a charmer." Jon gave a snort of laughter, gleefully giggling at the image that he'd just thought up. "Perhaps he really could give Tarisa a run for her money?"
Jon's snickers slowly died down as he began to type up a quick message to Criston, barely containing his chuckles at the thought of either of the two stuck-up nobles swooning.
He'd known Tarisa for a couple of years, but most of the time he'd spent with her had amounted to small talk and angry bickering. Of all the Nobles in his year, she safely took the second place of the person he liked the least(The first place winner riled Jon up so much that he couldn't stand to be in the same room for any amount of time). Even so, she'd calm down if he could convince Annie to come.
Jon had known the stoically mean Squire girl for much longer, and his relationship with her could be summed up in the simple phrase of 'If you don't bother me, I won't bother you.', forming a sort of uneasy companionship that both chose to avoid talking about if necessary. But, if nothing else, Annie could be counted on to follow through on her promises.
"Look, I'll contact Criston, see what he's doing and check out if he can come. Then it shouldn't matter if miss bitchy comes along."
Jon continued with his message, careless of the rather crass way he'd described Tarisa.
The message he sent read like this:
Criston! It's your roommate. Wanna go hit the town with me and some guys? Pick up some chicks, get to know each other? Dinner's on me. Bring your Knight if possible.
Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius
"I'm getting to that, I'm getting to that." He again dismissed both Knights' worries with a wave, clearly ignoring the annoyed tone of Cyrus' and Nolan's more reserved concern. The redheaded young man was much more accepting of Jon's ideas than his own, grumpier companion, despite Nolan's rather obsessive nature toward Ken's safety.
"So, here's the thing." The blonde young man's shortly cut hair floated around his head as he turned to look at Ken fully, certain to keep his most charming persona up as he began to voice his idea for the remaining daylight. "Cyrus here-" Jon reached over quickly, placing his hand on top of the dark haired man's head, making sure to slightly tousle the well-cared for mop. "-Doesn't know many of the Knights too well." With his free hand, he reached into his pocket, withdrawing a cell-phone from the depths.
"And that leaves me in a bind when asking for favors. So I had the most brilliant idea ever. Let's do something that every single of us nobles need practice in. Something they don't teach in these expensive classes the teachers like to brag about."
Jon's eyes flashed as the sly grin returned in full, quite happy with how he'd decided to word his idea in a convincing manner. "It's networking, networking. Me, and you, then we get some of the other people we know that are in the same situation, head into town and build some relationships for the future. Then they'd bring their Knights, and we get the best protection money can pay for! We build future business partners, Cyrus gets to get used to everybody, we get back before the last train stops. everybody wins!"
He waved his hands excitedly, blurting out the last part with renewed vigor. "It'd be later tonight, so we'd have time to prepare before we go and have some fun with the last part of our little break!"
Jon sat back, satisfied with his explanation, already checking the aforementioned cell-phone for his roommate's contact information.
"I'm getting to that, I'm getting to that." He again dismissed both Knights' worries with a wave, clearly ignoring the annoyed tone of Cyrus' and Nolan's more reserved concern. The redheaded young man was much more accepting of Jon's ideas than his own, grumpier companion, despite Nolan's rather obsessive nature toward Ken's safety.
"So, here's the thing." The blonde young man's shortly cut hair floated around his head as he turned to look at Ken fully, certain to keep his most charming persona up as he began to voice his idea for the remaining daylight. "Cyrus here-" Jon reached over quickly, placing his hand on top of the dark haired man's head, making sure to slightly tousle the well-cared for mop. "-Doesn't know many of the Knights too well." With his free hand, he reached into his pocket, withdrawing a cell-phone from the depths.
"And that leaves me in a bind when asking for favors. So I had the most brilliant idea ever. Let's do something that every single of us nobles need practice in. Something they don't teach in these expensive classes the teachers like to brag about."
Jon's eyes flashed as the sly grin returned in full, quite happy with how he'd decided to word his idea in a convincing manner. "It's networking, networking. Me, and you, then we get some of the other people we know that are in the same situation, head into town and build some relationships for the future. Then they'd bring their Knights, and we get the best protection money can pay for! We build future business partners, Cyrus gets to get used to everybody, we get back before the last train stops. everybody wins!"
He waved his hands excitedly, blurting out the last part with renewed vigor. "It'd be later tonight, so we'd have time to prepare before we go and have some fun with the last part of our little break!"
Jon sat back, satisfied with his explanation, already checking the aforementioned cell-phone for his roommate's contact information.
Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius
The young man's broad grin only grew wider at his Knight's apparent discomfort, whistling softly through his teeth as the other boy's face turned into the signature frown that colored all of the duo's interactions. He simply couldn't resist another snarky comment, barely holding back laughter at Cyrus' crimson-tinged face.
"Aw, that's no fun. What are we, if not friends?"
As if to save the poor man from further teasing, the calm and collected voice of Ken cut through the air, alerting Cyrus' tormentor to his friend's arivall.The pale eyes, parcially concealed behind the thickly framed glasses, lit up with delight at the sight of his friend coming to meet them.
"Ken!"
He raised his hand in greeting, saving his words until the other noble and his knight finally approached, quite happy to listen to the other noble
Without getting up, Jon patted the grass on the opposite side from Cyrus, waving his other hand dismissively. "It's fine, it's fine. Ice-cream sounds good, too." The dignified young man was a good friend and an old one. He'd be excused for the apparent rudeness of being late, if only due to lack of care on Jon's part.
"Anyway!" Much like his previous conversation with Cyrus, Jon ignored what he felt he didn't need to hear(All of Ken's gracious offers, the other young noble was always saying polite things). "Come, sit! I've got an idea for what to do with the rest of our break~! And it requires but a small portion of your time."
Jon's sly smile changed into something seemingly nicer, a charming one that he reserved for asking favors and convincing others that he was innocent of whatever he was accused of.
"It'll be awesome."
The young man's broad grin only grew wider at his Knight's apparent discomfort, whistling softly through his teeth as the other boy's face turned into the signature frown that colored all of the duo's interactions. He simply couldn't resist another snarky comment, barely holding back laughter at Cyrus' crimson-tinged face.
"Aw, that's no fun. What are we, if not friends?"
As if to save the poor man from further teasing, the calm and collected voice of Ken cut through the air, alerting Cyrus' tormentor to his friend's arivall.The pale eyes, parcially concealed behind the thickly framed glasses, lit up with delight at the sight of his friend coming to meet them.
"Ken!"
He raised his hand in greeting, saving his words until the other noble and his knight finally approached, quite happy to listen to the other noble
Without getting up, Jon patted the grass on the opposite side from Cyrus, waving his other hand dismissively. "It's fine, it's fine. Ice-cream sounds good, too." The dignified young man was a good friend and an old one. He'd be excused for the apparent rudeness of being late, if only due to lack of care on Jon's part.
"Anyway!" Much like his previous conversation with Cyrus, Jon ignored what he felt he didn't need to hear(All of Ken's gracious offers, the other young noble was always saying polite things). "Come, sit! I've got an idea for what to do with the rest of our break~! And it requires but a small portion of your time."
Jon's sly smile changed into something seemingly nicer, a charming one that he reserved for asking favors and convincing others that he was innocent of whatever he was accused of.
"It'll be awesome."
Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius
Jon's face turned to one of passive acceptance at the sound of Cyrus' "lecturing" voice.
"Oh don't worry about it~." The rather annoying tone returned as Jon brushed off Cyrus' lecture, waving his hand dismissively. He'd heard it several times before, and the content hadn't changed in the slightest. Always 'Do this' or 'don't do that'. It was like the dark-haired boy was broken record, stuck repeating the same phrases over and over.
Or like a rather angry parrot.
"I'm sure that someone who wants to attack me will do it in broad daylight, in the middle of a heavily guarded school." The young man's voice was sarcastic and playful, ignoring the pointed comment at the end of the lecture(As usual). "Really, Cyrus, it's like you don't like having fun."
Jon shook his head, still laughing quietly to himself at his own joke. He glanced again at Cyrus, watching the other man's forehead crease in obvious signs of frustration and annoyance. He really needed to learn how to joke.
...Maybe he needed a little help?
The blonde boy's arms snaked out, closing the distance between the two with startling speed, carelessly disregarding personal boundaries as he placed two hands on either side of Cyrus' head. Still grinning like a madman, thumbs pushed on either side of Cyrus' lips, forcing a sort of 'smile', unwillingly exposing teeth. Jon's resulting laughter was accompanied by a short sentence, said in pure honesty.
"See, smile! It'll make everything be better.'
Jon's face turned to one of passive acceptance at the sound of Cyrus' "lecturing" voice.
"Oh don't worry about it~." The rather annoying tone returned as Jon brushed off Cyrus' lecture, waving his hand dismissively. He'd heard it several times before, and the content hadn't changed in the slightest. Always 'Do this' or 'don't do that'. It was like the dark-haired boy was broken record, stuck repeating the same phrases over and over.
Or like a rather angry parrot.
"I'm sure that someone who wants to attack me will do it in broad daylight, in the middle of a heavily guarded school." The young man's voice was sarcastic and playful, ignoring the pointed comment at the end of the lecture(As usual). "Really, Cyrus, it's like you don't like having fun."
Jon shook his head, still laughing quietly to himself at his own joke. He glanced again at Cyrus, watching the other man's forehead crease in obvious signs of frustration and annoyance. He really needed to learn how to joke.
...Maybe he needed a little help?
The blonde boy's arms snaked out, closing the distance between the two with startling speed, carelessly disregarding personal boundaries as he placed two hands on either side of Cyrus' head. Still grinning like a madman, thumbs pushed on either side of Cyrus' lips, forcing a sort of 'smile', unwillingly exposing teeth. Jon's resulting laughter was accompanied by a short sentence, said in pure honesty.
"See, smile! It'll make everything be better.'
Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius
Jonathan's pale eyes lit up behind his slightly crooked glasses, lighting on his rapidly approaching guardian with undisguised glee. He leaned back onto his elbows as he let his gaze wander down to the Knight's unscuffed shoes, marveling to himself that the slightly younger man hadn't got them dirty in the slightest, barely hearing the utterly standard greeting that Cyrus tossed his way.
"Afternoon, Cyrus~." Jon responded, letting his words trail off in a seemingly mocking sing-song tone, surrendering his concentration to muse on his newly acquired companion.
He honestly couldn't recall a time when the dark-haired boy had smiled, despite the few weeks he'd known him. Always with the stony stoicism and judgmental gaze, followed up by a 'Sir' that was more obviously an insult than a compliment. A man who's fairly androgynous face was constantly marred with some varying degrees of a scowl.
Jon again snorted quietly to himself, turning back to his relaxation.
If he loosened up, he would be such fun.
His sly smile returned, spreading over the rich noble's face like overly-sweet syrup. Jon fell back against the ground once more, letting himself melt into the refreshing feeling of the freshly pruned grass.
Then perhaps some... loosening should be implemented?
"Care to join me?" The young man's voice drifted lazily up to his Knight, patting the cool grass next to him.
Jonathan's pale eyes lit up behind his slightly crooked glasses, lighting on his rapidly approaching guardian with undisguised glee. He leaned back onto his elbows as he let his gaze wander down to the Knight's unscuffed shoes, marveling to himself that the slightly younger man hadn't got them dirty in the slightest, barely hearing the utterly standard greeting that Cyrus tossed his way.
"Afternoon, Cyrus~." Jon responded, letting his words trail off in a seemingly mocking sing-song tone, surrendering his concentration to muse on his newly acquired companion.
He honestly couldn't recall a time when the dark-haired boy had smiled, despite the few weeks he'd known him. Always with the stony stoicism and judgmental gaze, followed up by a 'Sir' that was more obviously an insult than a compliment. A man who's fairly androgynous face was constantly marred with some varying degrees of a scowl.
Jon again snorted quietly to himself, turning back to his relaxation.
If he loosened up, he would be such fun.
His sly smile returned, spreading over the rich noble's face like overly-sweet syrup. Jon fell back against the ground once more, letting himself melt into the refreshing feeling of the freshly pruned grass.
Then perhaps some... loosening should be implemented?
"Care to join me?" The young man's voice drifted lazily up to his Knight, patting the cool grass next to him.
Jonathan Maxwell-Courtyard of Saint Valerius
Summers at Saint Valerius were always a time marked by their surprisingly warm and sunny weather, markedly different from the usual storms and rain that pelted the area.
In one of the many courtyards that were hidden around the castle-inspired school, a lone young man lay stretched against the lovingly tended grass that made up the center of the walled-in territory, happily basking in the comfortable sunshine.
The surprising warmth of the day was mirrored in Jonathan's careless, cat-like smile. He'd moved up a year a few days prior, making the welcome reprieve of a few days break all the sweeter. He never had time for his simple pleasures in the rush of his schooling. It was always work, and barely ever play.
But this...? This was good.
Perhaps his family should have spent their money on this sort of relaxation process, instead of the millions his mother had poured into the private masseuses and trained professionals that littered around the main household for whenever times got too 'stressing.'
He arched his back, letting the cool grass rub against his back as he felt the exceptionally pleasing contrast.
Maybe this could get Cyrus to stop having such a stick up his ass.
Jonathan snorted quietly to himself, amused at the fantasy image of Cyrus' laughing face. Like that'd happen.
The lazy noble's thoughts darted away again, too far gone to toy with any of the ideas that required heavy thinking or deep contemplation.
Perhaps Ken'd know what to do about that, the guy always had some sort of idea about 'treating people right.'
His sleepily lidded eyes flickered open as the thought of his friend surfaced, Jon's brow furrowing even as the warm air threatened to lull him back to sleep. With a heavy sigh, the man sat up and blinked blearily in the golden sunlight, turning his head to stare forlornly at the eastern entrance to the courtyard, a single thought now glowing on the forefront of his mind.
They're late.
Summers at Saint Valerius were always a time marked by their surprisingly warm and sunny weather, markedly different from the usual storms and rain that pelted the area.
In one of the many courtyards that were hidden around the castle-inspired school, a lone young man lay stretched against the lovingly tended grass that made up the center of the walled-in territory, happily basking in the comfortable sunshine.
The surprising warmth of the day was mirrored in Jonathan's careless, cat-like smile. He'd moved up a year a few days prior, making the welcome reprieve of a few days break all the sweeter. He never had time for his simple pleasures in the rush of his schooling. It was always work, and barely ever play.
But this...? This was good.
Perhaps his family should have spent their money on this sort of relaxation process, instead of the millions his mother had poured into the private masseuses and trained professionals that littered around the main household for whenever times got too 'stressing.'
He arched his back, letting the cool grass rub against his back as he felt the exceptionally pleasing contrast.
Maybe this could get Cyrus to stop having such a stick up his ass.
Jonathan snorted quietly to himself, amused at the fantasy image of Cyrus' laughing face. Like that'd happen.
The lazy noble's thoughts darted away again, too far gone to toy with any of the ideas that required heavy thinking or deep contemplation.
Perhaps Ken'd know what to do about that, the guy always had some sort of idea about 'treating people right.'
His sleepily lidded eyes flickered open as the thought of his friend surfaced, Jon's brow furrowing even as the warm air threatened to lull him back to sleep. With a heavy sigh, the man sat up and blinked blearily in the golden sunlight, turning his head to stare forlornly at the eastern entrance to the courtyard, a single thought now glowing on the forefront of his mind.
They're late.
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