Lucinda laid on the couch in the dorm lounge as she drummed on her journal with a pencil, humming some random tune from a movie she had watched the previous night.
He knocked on the door of the dorm, his other hand shoved inside of his pockets.
Lucy immediately looked up and put her stuff to the side so she could stand up and open the door. She was a bit surprised to see her half-brother at the door but answered nonetheless. "Can I help you... do you have a name?"
"Nate," he breathed out, "is there a...Lucinda," he said, pausing to look down at a note in his hand, "here?"
"You're talking to her. Can I help you with something Nate? And please call me Lucy, Lucinda sounds like something you would name a fairy godmother or something and it's weird."
"Right," he breathed out, standing to his full height, "you're needed at the general office. Don't ask me why, I don't know."
"The... what?" she asked. "Eh, nevermind. Just show me where this place is and we can get this crap over with."
He rolled his eyes and lead her down to the office. The front lady frowned at Nate before smiling at Lucinda, "sorry to bother you , dear, but There's a problem with your schedule."
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and annoyance. "What type of error? And was it that important that I had to come down right now? Are you like switching all my classes or something?"
"No no, nothing like that," she said, "just the wrong blocks, one of the classes is full, I just need your permission."
She nodded and soon a new timetable was sliding across to her, "oh, and Mr. Edan, you're done for the day, you can go." She glanced over to him and he shrugged, packing up his stuff. Smiling at Lucinda, "thank you dear."
Character's Bio
The Prince of Fire
Age: 17
Height: 6"1
Weight: 125 lbs
Sexuality Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Birth Place: N.Y
Main Weapon: Pyrokinesis - create, control, and manipulate fire.
Thermokinesis - create, control, and manipulate heat.
Biokinesis - harness energy from fire to heal minor wounds.
Plasmakinesis - can control plasma.
Golem Creation - make golems out of flames. Often in the form of hell hounds.
Fire Breath - breathe out flames.
Magma Manipulation - manipulate molten substances such as lava.
Accent: American
“I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry."
Personality
Nate is a loner, he doesn't particularly like being around people much anymore. He puts on a front to scare people off and though he sometimes gets rather lonely, he'd rather that than putting on a smile. Underneath the hard exterior, Nate can be kind and rather helpful, going out of his way to make someone else's life easier.
She snatched the timetable and thanked the woman before heading to take her leave. She took another look at Nate, thinking he looked familiar. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
He glanced at her, frowning, "maybe, I just lead you here. You might remember from that?"
Her eyes widened. "You're... You're his Royal Highness, Prince Nathaniel?" She gasped. "You know, I would curtsy and all, but what the hell?"
He stared at her, another weight settling on his shoulders. He hated it when someone grovelled at his feet. "And you're a duchess due to being my sister, why are we stating the obvious?" He asked, "and i was in detention. I don't have a habit of going to people's dorms to lead them to the office."
Lucy took one step into the classroom and immediately wanted take one step back out of the classroom once she spotted the jerk or perhaps her half brother from the other day. She refrained from groaning aloud and decided to take the 'don't talk to me' approach, assuming Nate would even notice her in the first place.
His eyes snapped up as she passed him and he watched her go frowning. When was she sharing a class with me? Bloody hell
Lucinda sat down in her seat and pulled the books she needed for the specific class out of her messenger bag, and then resorted to sorting through her folders to find her homework assignment.
He slid in beside her, "question," he declared, "does anyone else meant to know about you? Or are you a secret?"
Her head snapped up in surprised. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. "Question," she mocked him. "Is it any of your damn business?"
"Well," he said, resting his hand on his chin, "maybe, maybe not. But if it is a secret and I know...well, that's a bit of a problem for you, isn't it?"
"And why does that matter to me?" she countered. "I don't want to get caught up in whatever business you're in. For all I know, you might be assisting in like an assassination or something. I don't have time for Mainstream Edan stuff."
He breathed out, leaning back slightly, "alright, alright, I'll leave you but I did just want a breath of fresh air of some Edan that actually has a sane mind, you know. I'm spending my evening with Victoria and all she does is yab on about the new Edan's popping up all over the place."
Lucinda couldn't contain the snicker that escaped her mouth. "The struggle to find anyone sane these days. She must get it from mom."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "maybe," he said eventually. She did realise he was just blackmailing her...right? Admittedly, he didn't know if he'd ever go through with it. Still.
"Anyway, good luck with that. So sorry I couldn't help you. Who am I kidding? I honestly could care less, now ta ta."
He grunted in annoyance when the teacher walked in, starting the class, "oh dear, oh dear, guess we're stuck with each other for..." he trailed off to look at his watch then grimaced, "seventy five minutes. Oh no, whatever will we do."
A scowl lit up her face as she glared at him. "You son of a—" before she could continue, she composed herself and took a deep breath. This is going to be a long seventy-five minutes... She flipped a page in her book and pretended to read.
"Language, young lady, swearing has no place for someone in the royal court," he lectured, "and, you should respect your elders."
"Yes, you inspire that much creative violence. I've never met someone so enthusiastic about being drawn with bloody yarn dolls stabbing your eyes out, but whatever."
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"They speak to my soul," he said, placing a hand on his chest/
"Yeah, it could be. You may decide to start talking to me when I don't want you to. Oh wait, you already are."
"I could decide to go tell everyone in the family about you, I'm sure both parents of mine will be overjoyed to hear about a new addition," he said, gesturing with his hand to emphasise his words. "But oh wait, I don't really like family gatherings so I might not do that."
She snorted in simple amusement and continued doodling, tossing Nate's threat over her shoulder like a ragdoll. "Mom would be positively furious you don't know what shut your trap means."
"Mom would be positively furious by the fact that you've barely spent a week in this place and people already know who you are."
"Because you are the only one dumba**. Unlike you, no one gives me a second glance as long as I don't bring attention to myself. You should try it some time."
"You'd be surprised," he said, settling back, away from her, his teasing voice gone. "It wasn't my...ah...eagle eyes that brought you into my vision. Someone tipped me off."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Only two people, though, and Junnie has no interest in saying a thing. I trust you won't either?" she looked at him with an innocent smile.
"I wouldn't put your trust in me," he pointed out, "might bite you in the ass."
"Wasn't going to. But you're an Edan after all. What can I expect from such a dysfunctional family?"
"Depends on what you heard," he said, regarding her. Deep down, past his violent, apathetic tendencies, he supposed he could relate to her. Lord knows he's been trying to seperate from the Edan family for the past few years and tried not to get associated with the Edan drama.
"Big sis is a psychopath. Uncle Seth has drinking problems and cheated on his wife and has been watching over another kid who has PTSD issues because he's been under constant abuse. Liam is a narcissistic piece of crap who couldn't look away from a mirror even if you paid him a million dollars. Mom and your dad can't get along for longer than a month... Shall I continue?"
"Makes me look like a teddy bear," he said with a joking grin.
"Well maybe I don't like teddy bears," she said with a shrug. "Besides, you're like the fluffiest teddy bear there is. I don't like fluffy teddy bears. I can't sleep on them."
"Why are you sleeping on teddy bears? You monster."
"The only monster here is you. Do you look in a mirror on a daily basis? Do something about your hair. You are not rocking the 'I just got out of bed look' properly."
He ran his hand through his hair, "I really did just get out of bed. I don't have time to do anything with it."
She resisted the urge to smack her half brother and continued doodling on the now scribble-covered page of her notebook. "It's called trying to be nice. If I was actually being nice, I would not be talking to you. Saves both of us the torture."
OOC: Change that, autocorrect messed up my reply >.<
"But this isn't torture, not for me anyway," he pointed out.
