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Post by Beatrice Akahito on Jan 1, 2016 20:00:02 GMT
With a slow huff, Beatrice put down the bento box and leaned back against the iron rails on the roof of Karakura high. Closing her eyes for a brief moment caused her to reflect on just why the hell she was wasting her time here. She was a superhuman that could manipulate ion and control fire and electricity and all that epic shit. But no, instead she was following simple basic math. Stuff like complex numbers, factorizing, logarythms and all that stuff she already knew and couldn't be arsed to be taught again. It was just too damn easy. Her damn eraser after two hours was still more interesting than some simple math.
She opened her eyes again with a slow sigh. There wasn't anyone to talk to either. School sucked. So, she was pissy and cold. That seemed to scare away a good amount of people. Add the unusual haircolor and eyepatch. A stereotype character from a stereotype Shojo anime. But, it wasn't as dreamy as in the damn show. It was worse. While she wasn't immediatly picked on, people disliked her because she was an odd one out. A silent, cold and uninterested girl with an eyepatch. Odd colored hair. Always getting an A or S. But at the same time, the person in class that slept the most and had flat out the most uninterested attitude known to man.
And to anyone that would spot her right now, it wouldn't be any different. All by herself. All alone somewhere in a corner, away from other students. The same bored and desinterested look on her face.
No one to talk with, no one to hang around with. Just her and her thoughts. "Well that fucking sucks.." was murmured by her as she pressed her knees against her chest, hugging them. Chin resting on the rough texture of her stockings.
"If you have natural light blue hair. Why bother with the eyepatch?" A voice from directly above Beatrice chimed. If she bothered to look up. She'd see a peculiar sight looking down at her. A rather familiar head or orange hair. Sitting on top of the same fence she was leaning against, looking right down at her. A somewhat amused smile on his face.
What was most odd however, was that Beatrice could have sworn that he wasn't there when she first sat down. And she sure as hell didn't sense him coming or hear him at all.
"I mean, at least you don't have thugs who keep thinking you're that Kurosaki guy and trying to jump you." He chimed, pointing to his own hair in an attempt to lighten the mood. But still, such attacks were a rather annoying occurrence. Despite the lack of glasses. Various street gangs simply saw the orange hair and either assumed Liam was the one that had plagued them for so long. Or was some distant relation. That said, the thugs had no more luck with Liam than they did Kurosaki. It occasionally led to an amusing distraction. But was more often than not an annoyance.
"Soooooooo." Liam drawled. Shifting his weight so he was now hanging upside down. Legs hooked over the edge of the fence. Letting his arms hang downwards as his body began to lazily swing from side to side. Like a reed in the wind. "Whatcha doing?"
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Mar 28, 2016 2:37:17 GMT
"Y'know. People often let the hair slide," Beatrice answered with a soft sigh, glancing up at Liam with a faint grin. "Good afternoon to you too." The soft murmur left her as she stared forward again, not recalling seeing him earlier. Nor not even realising he was around at all. It caused her brow to furrow softly, yet she didn't pay any more attention to it. "Nah. I get left alone, y'know." She let out a slightly saddened huff. Obviously not too happy with the fact of being left alone.
She glanced up at his drawling, arching an eyebrow and pushing him sidewards slightly. "You look like a perfect punching bag right now," she murmured with a soft chuckle, before resting her head on her knees again. "Thinking how much time I've wasted in this shit school already." Her retort wasn't spiteful in any way. Merely annoyance was clear in her tone. Once again reaffirming that she didn't want to be here at all. "How about you?" She asked as she looked up at Liam again. "Did anything interesting lately?" She asked before she reposition herself in a more relaxed pose, stretching her arms lazily and closing her eyes. It'd honestly surprise her if he did. Since, seriously, school was so fucking boring.
Liam's smile persisted as Beatrice pushed him. Exaggerating the side to side swaying before he unhooked his legs from the fence. He would have faceplanted right into the cold unforgiving stone floor. But his hands sprung out. Catching him in a quick handstand motion. Before flopping right down. Lying on the ground beneath Beatrice grinning up at her. "Not much to be honest. Got beat up by the richest man in Naruki and my Guardian a lot. But I can punch through solid steel and shoot the wings off a fly now. So it kinda evens out. I can barely feel where I broke my ribs anymore!" With the flippant manner in which he said such a thing. One could almost imagine he was describing a recent trip to get some groceries and not his experience of being repeatedly piledrived into the ground.
At this point in his life, Liam was probably a psychiatrist's wet dream.
Of course he wasnt the one with the most pressing issues right now. Liam's issues could be solved simply by increasing his personal power. Once he has that accomplished. He will feel safe and content. But right now, this weird girl he had only met once before took priority. She clearly had some issue going on. And gosh darnit. Liam wanted to help. "You know, if you think you are wasting time here. Why not do some college level stuff and hand it into the teachers. See what they think of that." He suggested. After all, if the problem was that she simply found the work here too easy. Simply show the ones teaching you that you were capable of more. "Push yourself instead of just standing around."
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Apr 6, 2016 19:03:55 GMT
"Why punch through steel when you can just melt it," Beatrice answered with a careless shrug. The second part, about shooting the wings off of a fly, did impress her slightly. But, ofcourse, she wouldn't compliment him on the accuaracy he said he had. She glanced down at him and prodded his ribcage with her foot. "You think I haven't tried that?" She huffed softly. "They always fuckin' think I copied it or something." She rolled her eyes and rested her back against the rails. "Oh, you made this difficult thing that you'd only learn in college, it must be copied," She mimicked and mocked the voice of a teacher with a good amount of spite to her tone, before letting out an annoyed sigh.
"Thanks for the advice, Liam-kun," She looked down at him again, before stretching slightly, "but they don't fucking listen to me, y'know. For all they care, I'm still that bratty little punk that sleeps in class. Whether I fuckin' make quantum calculations or be able to prove Faraday's constant," she glanced back down at her classmate. "I'm always still that shitty brat to them. Mommy and daddy couldn't handle her and sent her off to japan, so she must be a misbehaving brat," she murmured to herself. "That's what every fucking teacher here thinks." She didn't even realise she had just freely given away one of her closest guarded secrets, namely the fact of moving from Germany all the way to Japan because her parents couldn't handle her.
"Theeeeeeeeennnnn you should really go to the school board. Or the principal." Liam responded, head tilted to the side as he remained there prone on the ground. "Because it wouldn't exactly be difficult to do a college level exam in front of them. And then some useless teacher gets what's coming to them for ignoring you. Plus you get that warm smug feeling of proving people wrong. That's always a great plus." He shrugged, somehow doubting that a good application of Occam's razor would really be enough to actually solve the source of Beatrice's woes.
It seemed that the root of her problems seems to be a little closer to home. One that certainly seemed to cause her to lash out against authority figures. "Well, it seems to me that you really need to have a bit of a chat with your parents. But seeing as how there's probably more to it than I know, I'm not really in a position to give advice here. My own family is probably a fair bit more fucked up than yours."
Now shifting his body into a sitting position to lean against the metal fence, Liam gave Beatrice a rueful smile. "But take solace in the fact that your family cares enough to at least do SOMETHING about you. Mine sees me as a second class citizen at best and a meat shield or slave at worst." While his tone was still jovial, it would hardly take social genius to detect the traces of bitterness in his voice.
"So here's to a shitty lot in life I guess." Raising an imaginary glass in toast, he raised an eyebrow at Beatrice, expecting her to play along.
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Apr 23, 2016 13:09:08 GMT
"I get nervous," Beatrice replied with a soft sigh. "I'll burn up the entire room." She let out a soft huff, the promise of proving someone wrong made a lot of sense and carried a lot of weight as an argument. But, as she said, she would become too nervous. She had a very bad way of coping with stress and nerves. Since her way of coping mostly ended up in the room she was in, sometimes even other rooms, to go up in flames or be damaged by some kind of arced lightning. And anyone present who was not more powerful than her in spiritual terms wouldn't emerge from the encounter unscathed. "A chat with my parents?" She let out a soft huff, not really wanting to talk about the subject of parents. "Probably, I don't even have family," she replied after a short while. "Don't tell anyone. But my parents are in fucking germany. I was deported here." She let out a bitter huff, trying to fight back tears. "They never fucking wanted me anyways."
She sat back against the railing, closing her eyes with a nod. "To a shitty lot in life," Beatrice answered with a soft sigh as she opened her eyes again, to raise an imaginairy glass of sorts to the toast. The air around her crackling with electrical energy.
Liam frowned at that. Issues with controlling one's power can rapidly spiral out of control. Be it someone or herself getting hurt. Some unfortunate human awakening from proximity to her or she stumbles upon a hungry Adjuchas looking for a snack. "You need to get a better hold of your power then. You're either going to hurt yourself, others or catch the interest of someone you really shouldn't have."
His tone actually took on a more serious note now. Losing all traces of emotion, it took on a rather jarring coldness. "Chances are that black robed asshat we met before will try and take your head off like he did to me." Now the coldness had a bite of venom to it. A bitterness that seemed a bit more intense in comparison to when he spoke about his family. At least they didn't attempt to directly kill him. Just indirectly.
"Of course you can always do what I'm doing in regards to your own parents." He continued on, voice changing back to its usual cheerful tone with barely any warning on his part. "Become great to spite the fuckers. Show them you never needed their help in the first place."
Post by Beatrice Akahito on May 1, 2016 14:25:58 GMT
"I already hurt myself," Beatrice murmured with glum gaze at the floor. "The flames are too hot and char my skin," she concluded with the same soft murmur, before she looked up at him. "You mean the guy that hated when I taught you how to braid?" She inquired in response. She didn't generally like shinigami either. Stuck up pieces of fuck who would actually kill her at first approach. That was exactly why she kept her distance from those. She shrugged the coldness off. She knew Liam was special, like her. She had no idea what exactly he was. But, she found she didn't really care. "Can you still braid?" She inquired with a soft snort.
He seemed to at least hate shinigami as much as she did, so she didn't care in the slightest. And he wasn't a hollow, so, that was what mattered. She liked being around him. While he was a tad more popular in class than her, she still liked him. He was, by the way, the only person she ever properly talked with. She glanced at him again. "Well. I mean. For all they care, I can become as powerful as possible. They wouldn't realise or care for it. They just wanted to get rid of me 'cause they can't control me."
His face shifted from its false cheer back to its cool neutral Getting hurt by one's own powers was a serious issue. Even worse than simply not having control over her Reiatsu. If it had gotten to the point where her powers began to unwillingly manifest and hurt others. Something needed to be done. "Come back to me in a week. I'll fix that." He nodded, mind already aflutter with various ideas and plans he could use for a device to dampen Beatrice's rather volatile Reiatsu. Maybe even work on something to properly channel and refine that explosive energy of hers.
Yes, that could actually work out quite nicely. It would take some time. But at least he had plenty of Soul Silver to work with. As hard as it was to make. The metal was spectacular at dealing with spiritual matters. So such a feat should be simple enough for him.
He shrugged at her later declaration of her parents not caring for power. "Didnt mean power. I meant like doing something crazy. Like getting five doctorates or something insane like that." A wry smile spread across his face. "Or you can do what I'm doing and have a nice project in store that screws them all over in a major way."
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Jun 27, 2016 14:22:57 GMT
Beatrice blinked slowly. Fix her hurting herself? That would be a first. And a great step in the right direction. If she would be able to not hurt herself, she might be able not to hurt others and protect them for a change. Perhaps there was still hope. Perhaps her powers weren't all about destruction. A soft breath escaped Beatrice, before she gave him a soft smile. "A week?" She inquired, now arching an eyebrow. "And how will you fix that?" Was what she added as she sat back against the wall, bumping her shoulder against his. "But thanks, eitherway."
She sighed softly, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. Each time her parents were brought up, it gave her a headache. All in all, it was nothing but a headache. "Second verse rhymes the first. They don't give a shit," Beatrice answered. And somewhere, she hoped it was true, she hoped her parents were the cold monsters and she was the unwanted child, it made it all easier. She didn't want her mother, nor father, to involve themselves in her current life. But deep down, she still missed them. Deep down, she wanted to be a 'normal' kid, with 'normal' friends. A 'normal' situation at home with both parents. She wanted some stability in her life, but that was far from present.
"Nor do I have any project," was what she added with a soft snicker. "But, I'd rather not talk about this shit."
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