forum Magic Controlled (One on one with @Starlight-I-Love-Magic!)

Started February 01, 2019 by @The-Magician group

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"I usually avoid people actually," said Arthur letting his power subside, causing his wings to vanish.

"I see… So does that mean I can't ask to stay with you?" A sly smile grew on his lips before he shrugged and glanced away. "Well it's fine with me if not, my pals would probably start harassing you anyways."

"the only reason I do is cause most people think I'm a weirdo before I can even say anything…" said Arthur sheepishly.
"That and he's forgotten how to socialize" said Discordion as he materialized off to the side.
"WILL YOU STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!!!" yelled Arthur with annoyance.
"I can't" said Discordion mildly, "you know that!"

"They think you're a weirdo because you have a habit of just staring out of the window. They don't know who you are so they don't know that you're better off in the wild." he glanced at Discordion. "I'd like to see you try and socialise. Put yourself in his shoes and you'll see how hard it is,, especially when no one wants to make the effort to speak to you."

"Actually he can't do that unless I let him" said Arthur flatly. "otherwise he relies on the strength of my power to even make an appearance."
Discordion nodded in assent and promptly vanished.

"I see." He nodded, staying silent for a moment. "So is that a yes or no to staying with you?"

"Sure if you want" said Arthur, morphing the blade back into a wristband, "But you can't tell anyone about my wristband ok? And definitely don't mention Discordion."

"Why would I?" He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as they made their way into the building. "You hungry?"

"Always" said Arthur following him back a bit reluctantly.

"You seem hesitant, what's the matter?" Soren nudged him gently with his shoulder. "You're not missing the forest already are you?"

"It's where I was born, and it's where I belong" said Arthur "I can't help it"

"I understand.." They went back to the food hall. When Seron picked up something small he scanned the room. No one grabbed his attention, none of his own friends were there, so he turned to Arthur. "This is going to sound a little off but do you wanna come to my room? I don't feel like staying in here, it's too loud."

"Sure" said Arthur, not particularly wanting to be around this many people anyway.

"Great!" He took Arthur's hand and pulled him through the school halls, to the east wing dormitories. He pushed open a door and entered the dark room. "It's not much but make yourself at home."
Inside the room was a single bed in the corner, a dest and chair by the window on the wall opposite the door, a plump armchair in the corner opposite the bed, and a chest of drawers next to the door. Ornaments and books dotted shelves around the room and a photo of Soren and his family sat on the desk. He untied a pouch from his waist and threw it on his bed as he sank into it, staring up at Arthur. "Come sit down."

Arthur leaned against the wall, "I'm good," he said, "But don't you have more interesting people to hang out with?"

"Hardly. I think you're a very interesting being. Can you tell me something about your past?" He tossed the pouch between his hands, keeping his eyes focussed on Arthur.

Arthur's went dark at that, "I'd prefer to keep that on the low down…" he said, "Not just for my own preference but also because I have no idea what the government of this country would do to me if they knew the truth…"

"The government doesnt have to know anything, but i understand." He leaned on the wall behind his pillow, crossing his legs. "I didn't see this happening, did you expect anything like this to happen? What we did in the forest i mean."

"Not really," said Arthur, "Heck I never even expected to hafta go to school"

"Why's that? Everyone is expected to go to school in order to learn to control their powers.. Why are you different?" He stopped tossing the pouch, allowing it's contents to fall out onto his covers. He didn't look at them, he didn't want to look, so he kept his eyes on Arthur.

"I ain't from this country!" said Arthur exasperatedly. "I came here by accident, trying to sort out my own problems away from people I knew…. to try and learn how to live again.."

His eyes quickly flickered to the cluster of die on his bed, one of them showed a lone person. "You ran into trouble in your motherland?"

"Somewhat.." said Arthur, "It's a long and complicated story ok?" and I'd rather not have to dredge up all those memories…
(I can give you a rundown if you need it)

(Yeah, can you send it to PMs?)
"It's alright. We all have our stories, some darker than others, so i understand that there are certain memories we don't want to dredge up by talking about the past." He glanced at the dice again, confused by a dark dot showing on another one.

"Yeah, thanks" Arthur gave him a weak smile, trying to hold back old memories.