To Accept a New Life

[Lie]

((Scene is a college dormitory room...for the time being. There's a full college campus surrounding it, of course. Basically self-explanatory, and other members of this RP will build it up with me. Yay?))

It'd been two years since he'd quit the mining business, and Narranda couldn't be more grateful for that. And yet, something was missing. This place seemed so empty and uninviting. He knew no one, he wasn't incredibly ingenious (although he was fairly intelligent). He had little to bring with him, as opposed to his overstocked roommate.

The other inhabitant had come earlier and was likely out at a party. His side of the dorm was covered by posters of vehicles of massive proportions, stickers with stereotypically annoying patriotic maxims inscribed on them in overdramatic fonts, and stacks upon stacks of Mountain Dew.

Narranda merely had his laptop, a stuffed rabbit from his aunt, and a small handheld gaming device he took everywhere with him. Then, of course, he had his knife...and his wings. Although people never believed him about that. Silly fools.

He continued unpacking, setting his laptop on the bed dejectedly. This would be a long year...

((NOTE: Each of the boards is set in a different universe. Using characters in multiple boards is fine.))

[Ethros]

Then the door opened and in came a sexy redheaded man, with a curvacious blonde on each arm. They are all laughing.

"Yes, yes, that was quite fun." He then noticed Narranda, and smiled.

"Hi, I guess you're my roomate. Well, ladies, it's been a great night. I'll see you later!"

The blondes waved him goodbye, as he shut and locked the door behind them.

"Oh my god, that was hell. The people on this plane are so--Hello! I forgot you were here. I'm Lill--Andrei. Andrei is the name. Pleasure to meet you. Oh, and remember, vote the elephant because democrats are out to rape your children."

He smiled and glanced around the room, checking to make sure every peice he had accquired was in its proper place, and hoping that he had managed to make himself look the part. While embarrassed at his near-slip to this young man who was his roommate, 'Andrei' was dedicated not to slip up again.

[Lie]

Well, this resident was an odd one, but Narranda had known much, much worse. He couldn't say he agreed with the political opinion though. "Sorry, I don't have children, and if I did I wouldn't...rape them," he replied sarcastically, flpping down on the bed and resting casually on his stomach. The red robe adorning his figure sloped around him, falling over onto the sheets and appearing almost to be a blanket in and of itself.

A hand gracefully clicked a button on the side and he pulled the screen up with his other hand's thumb, pushing a button on the interior wit a quick, pecking movement. The screen flickered a moment, a beep sounded, and he waited patiently for the OS to load up fully.

He turned and looked back up at his roommate again, still having the same biting feeling this would be one he'd come to dislike greatly. Perhaps he could be switched? No...that'd be too complicated. Especially after the god-awful ordeal he'd gone through to merely find his room, period. "So...got yourself some girlfriends, eh?" And he certainly didn't conceal his dislike, either.

[Ethros]

"Andrei" blinked as it suddenly clicked that his room mate was not wearing the socially accepted garments. ~Well~ he thought ~some oddballs exist on every plane.~ He psychicly reinforced his illusionary disguise, and smirked.

"Yep, it's a mark of social status, the more the better, right? Don't really like either of them, but hey, I gotta have my bitches." He said, hoping and praying that he was playing the role properly, and that his sources were most efficient.

[Lie]

Narranda was strongly taken aback by the reply, thinking his roommate would sooner be disgusted with him than reply in the affirmative. "Well, you certainly have your priorities straight..." Biting sarcasm, as always.

As the laptop screen flashed a Windows '98 loading picture a smile crossed his face. A few fingers darted across the keyboard and he hummed softly to himself, putting on a pair of headphones and booting up a music program. At least he could enjoy himself somewhat.

[Ethros]

When his roomate turned his attention from Andrei to the computer screen, he was greatly relieved. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door, taking advantage of the privacy to drop his illusion for a moment.

He washed his pebbly black-red skin, and polished his curving horns, and then, feeling clean again after spending his evening in a slightly disagreeable fashion, sat on the toilet to rest.

"Honestly, I am too old for these 'parties' and 'girlfriends'. It's a pity it's so far between planes this far out. The cold between nearly killed me last. Oh well."

Andrei stood up, stretched, and reformed his mortal illusion, before heading out of the restroom. He looked at Narranda puttering away at the laptop, and tried his best to play the situation as was culturally expected.

"Well, I'm going to catch some Z's. You enjoy your computer-thing, nerd."

With that, he clumb the ladder into bed.

[Lie]

A sigh, a grumble under his breath. "Yeah...thanks, Andrei." Deciding it'd be best not to keep his roommate awake with his typing (even though he didn't really care that much if he angered Andrei or not) he shut it gently after logging off. He went over to the corner by a small nightstand and propped it up, plugging a charging cord into the wall from the back of the tiny computer.

With a sigh he pulled out a change of clothes for the night from his bag. It was his typical outfit, a thin bathrobe-like garment, one that covered a lot of his body. Anything to hide his scars, really.

Narranda reached back behind him and patted the area between hs shoulderblades. To anyone else it would seem strange, but to him, it was almost good luck. He cracked his neck to stretch a little before going to sleep, hoping he wouldn't wake up with a cramped neck as he often did.

He opened up the sheets of his bed and slid carefully in, pulling the cord to a lamp and closing his eyes.

[Ethros]

Andrei waited patiently for Narranda to fall asleep, and then, when Narranda's breathing had become slow and regular, he slid out of bed and took his friend's laptop, releasing his illusion. After all, no one was awake to see him.

He reached out a cracked claw and worked to pry the laptop open, and turned it on.

"Well then." He hissed through a throat compacted by age. "Something about my demeanor upsets this one. I wonder what clues this may have concerning this plane."

With that, he went to work going through Narranda's files one by one.

[Lie]

While all this went by he slept peacefully, turning a few times but a gentle sleep nonetheless.

He was oblivious, too, to the scaning of his file inventory. Most were music files he'd collected over the years, but many yet were images he'd saved or drawn himself. All fairly good, of course.

Most of the images were self-portraits.

In said pictures Narranda usually sported tattered wings and a black halo. Other than that he looked just like he did naturally, albeit in a slightly cartoonized way, and yet with perfect anatomy. Still, something about his pictures just lookd...wrong. They seemed bad when, in reality, they were very well drawn.

And then, there were logs...

Many were silly and full of inside jokes few could understand besides Narranda himself and a few of his friends, friends that were likely scattered all over the globe. Others yet were very serious and considered issues such as suicide and depression. The minority were RPs, but the other typist besides Narranda was never very good for some reason.

Out of the vast minority of Narranda's files, there was internet history. Primarily at...

Fanfiction.net.

[Ethros]

Having finished flipping through the files, Andrei logged off of the laptop and lay his hands on the top, muttering a spell to erase any trace of his visitation. Then, he looked up at Narranda with a great respect. He had found his roomate to be an artist, and had learned through the various logs that, despite an immature streak, Narranda was someone who was deep and thoughtful. ~Should I seek his aid in understanding this world?~ Andrei wondered. He took some time to contemplate the situation while writing in his journal, a relic from his home plane which was full of all his throughts from his century of travel through the universes.

But, the sun was rising, and Andrei didn't have time to worry about things. He hurredly brought back up his illusion and pulled out the dayplanner he had assembled.

"Let me see, first I have 'philosophy of ethics' at 7:30. What time is it now?" He looked over at the clock and read '7:15'. "Oh my, I had best hurry then."

Andrei grabbed his textbook and notebook and head out the door at a lesiurely pace, crafting a spell to slow down time for everyone else while he made his way to class.

He did not realize that he had left his Journal out by Narranda's laptop.

[Lie]

Narranda stretched languidly and rose. Most of his classes were later in the day, so he didn't have to worry about waking up late. Well, late for his usual 5:30 AM, at least.

He turned first to his laptop, then to the diary next to it. Strange, he hadn't remembered writing an entry from last night, and his diary didn't look like that.

First he looked closer and examined the front, then reached out to grab the book with one of his hands. He brought it up to his face, opened it carefully.

Then, he realized it: he was reading someone else's diary. Quickly he set it down, but a few words caught his eye first. He examined them out of pure curiosity and realized something was odd about his roommate. Very, very odd. If his previous suspicions had been incorrect, this one was over the top. There was no doubt about it that he had stumbled into something a bit too complicated, and for that matter, unwittingly.

Deciding it'd be best to get it off his mind, Narranda flipped open his laptop, logged on, and began to write.

[Ethros]

The morning went on rather uneventfully. Andrei found his Philosophy of Ethics class to be a very useful thing. He learned that it was considered BAD to have more than one girlfriend, and that there was a race of evil being on this plane called "demons" which apparently looked like him.

He proceeded to Calculus II, which he found relaxing and easy, since he already knew everything about numbers there was to know--numbers being the basis for every plane he had come across. About halfway through the course while he was beeing soothed into a trance by the grey-haired professor, Andrei remembered that he left his journal out in the dorm.

When class ended he was kicking and swearing to himself, but he did not have time to go back and put it away before he had to be at his next class. So, hoping and with a prayer to Chaos, Andrei hurried to Writing as Rhetoric.

[Lie]

Finished with his writing (and it was full of fanciful parallels of his current experiences, as usual) Narranda closed his laptop. He sighed, picking up the journal and deciding it's be best to put it somewhere inconspicuous.

Making a brief journey to the other end of the room he set the book down on a stack of Mountain Dew boxes. He smiled, dusted his hands off with half-claps, and sighed in relief. A job well done indeed.

Then he remembered: he had classes. Quickly the desperate Narranda ran out of the door, book in hand, stumbling awkwardly here and there, until he was in his seat for class...fifteen minutes late.

[Ashura]

Post has been reviewed by the Almighty Tallest Lie. She has decided to warn the poster but will not edit the post. Those who read it should take it as seriously as possible and try to make sense of it. Capice?

(Forget it, I'm not here. :/)


((Post editted and poster warned by Lie for being inappropriate. Please keep your posts coherent))

[Ethros]

Andrei glanced up as Narranda came rushing into his class, and then, checking the responses of the teacher and other students to his roomate's tardiness and filing them away in his memory, he returned to focusing on the teacher's lecture about how to read a book to get the most out of it.

Granted, it was an interesting subject, but Andrei had lived long enough to know that the method being presented was stupid and overanalytical, and that memorizing fictional characters and events and analyzing them was a waste of time, that the skills they were using would be better suited to analyzing actualy historical characters or the surrounding world. But, he knew he would have to do what they wished, so he made a few notes, before moving his attention from the teacher's words to the reaction of the rest of the classroom.