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[iwilleatyourenglish]

some of guillermo del toro’s retweets are

[andy-ia]

OOC

Will be tackling replies next week, so sorry for the delay.

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[hubbleultra]

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Too amazing. Romeo and Juliette “Dance of the Knights (Montagues and Capulets)” by Sergei Prokofiev. c. 1935.

[youkicklikeanineyearoldgirl-cm]

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.

Benjamin Franklin. (via youkicklikeanineyearoldgirl-cm)

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Not only did he reply, but he replied quickly and never used more words than what were needed. That was one of Rami’s favorite things about Andy. Rami gripped his phone even tighter in relief, a sort of sleepy smile spreading over his face, before he released the device and allowed it to slip to the floor. He didn’t need it anymore. 

That very last message had sent a shiver down his spine and left a knot in his stomach. He wasn’t sure what it meant but he’d have done whatever Andy asked before, and especially now. A little nervous laughter bubbled up from his chest, plaid shirt suddenly too hot and too tight. It was a strange feeling, one that Rami wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to– and one he hated. His usual reaction would have been to run in the opposite direction, but after his absence he needed his friend more than ever. In fact, he craved him.

The room was still spotless, everything he cared about locked away somewhere or packed into the bag he’d shoved away earlier. Rami pulled himself up, shrugged out of his jacket, and sank down on his bed instead of the hard floor. Andy had said five minutes, and Rami absolutely had faith in him.

[andy-ia]

It took less than five minutes to get to Rami, urgency having sped up his gait while continuing to exude an air of nonchalance should any passersby happen to take notice -- they often did not but an inconspicuous affect was always beneficial should the monotony of predictable reactions break. When the destination came into view a key was quickly pulled from his pocket, a copy he’d made months ago without asking. The knowledge that it would have been given upon inquiry only a pleasant fact and one that wouldn’t have been required, holding no care for such a boundary. Picking locks was an enjoyable yet regrettably delicate process, one that he had little time for in that moment and why the foresight of potentially needing immediate access to Rami’s dorm was coming in handy. Paranoia could be quite beneficial. 

Upon entry, the time of his arrival four minutes and fifteen seconds, a pause to observe the room was taken, eyes adjusting to the low lighting easily. Bright blue settled upon a familiar form sitting on a nearby bed after a canvas of the room -- immaculate as always -- and he fought the smile that threatened to form across supple lips, forcing the intent towards taking in what details he could of the man. There was an edge he could not ascertain the source of after a second, deeper exploration of the man -- the first merely supply basic information regarding last time of meal, amount of sleep, etc. -- a desperation hiding in the corners of Rami’s being that he did not like. A fierce twisting inside occurred, easily ignored and set aside even as it magnified.

He closed the distance to stand in front of the other man, eyebrow raised to further compound his inquiry. The syllables that tumbled out were rough, a deepening of the voice that was a byproduct of several silent days and countless cigarettes present. “You called?” Had any other asked for this he’d have easily denied, simply turned away but the intrigue surrounding the engineer paused that reaction. So much more data was required to crack the mystery of this man, to quantify each aspect -- he knew much but it was not enough, never enough -- and until then he would remain. Perhaps even after he would remain but that possibility had not presented itself, had perhaps taken hold but persisted in being innocuous enough to be allowed to reside in the background. Such a dangerous game they played.

[andy-ia]

Sweet Dreams†

{ Torn slips of paper litter the ground around a metallic trashcan, ink faded with age yet still legible to form landscapes in mere scraps. Appearing to be typed and not handwritten, the first clear piece contains the words, ‘fit for’ with the letters on the line below configured into an innocuous household item; ‘comb’.

To the right, yet another shred comes into view; ‘Sub’. A minuscule line resides beside the letter ‘b’, indicative of the word having been cut off. Left to ponder the growing peculiarity, focus shifts yet again and this time, lands on a fragment of text instead of just bits and pieces, peculiar enough to warrant consideration; ‘and underwent repeated submersion with limited effect: conclusion remains ambiguous without --’. Little more could be discovered as the clamor of heavy steps resounded, capturing all attention, and a deep voice was heard, tone apathetic. }

“Your input is meaningless. Decaying what remaining fingers and toes you have is boring so I suggest you obtain the information I require the next time we meet lest you find yourself with a loss of limb. A month in Serbia is not time well spent for useless data. Do not waste my time again.”

{ The click of an antiquated mobile device being shut occurs, metallic scraping following as a key is inserted and a young man enters. There is an air of danger to him as he lightly kicks the door shut, expression a faint discoloration of annoyance; dark clothes covering him only serving to amplify the sensation. It clears almost instantaneously but vestiges of it remains in the sharp movements he makes. Shadows dance along the edges of his crystalline eyes, exhaustion clear as he drops a heavy looking bag with a solid thunk, ignored in favor of his commanding presence. A moment seems to be taken with his back against the wall, a deep inhalation and exhalation following until the distance between the door and bed is crossed. He settles down just in time for a violent coughing fit, entire body shaking with the force of it. A rasping breath only causes another fit until a gloved hand is clenching the mattress tightly and he is all but on the floor. It takes several minutes for the man to move again, his gaze locked on the red splattered along black leather. Fist forming seconds later he wipes at his mouth and settles onto the ground, head leaning back to rest on the bed.

There is a fleeting glance toward the bag he’d put down when there is no indication of further immediate activity, intent to study it forming, but before there is a chance a tugging away is felt. The last picture seen is of the man, his jacket lying on the ground and stark tattoos against pale skin in view, burning the torn paper from earlier. Then, everything goes dark. }

[insolitus-academy]

Who would be interested...

in celebrating the colder months with some good, old, murder? 

Ah… do you know what I am talking about? Another murder mystery! We had those last year and they were quite the success, due to time and people dropping out I stopped doing them but… I have this feeling we could make it work again. If this post gets 25 likes I will make it happen for you all! 

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He was more honest with Andy than anyone, but this was still the most straightforward he’d ever allowed himself to be. Sinking down into a corner of the room, Rami shoved his worn bag under the bed and wiped his thumb over the screen on his phone. He paused one more time, picturing Andy leaning forward with a huff while telling him to “Just do it.” It was all the push he needed.

[sms: Andy] I know it’s the middle of the night but I need to see your face…

He paused, wanting to add “more than I need to breathe” or “more than anything” before finishing the message with a sigh.

[sms: Andy] I’ll make it up to you.

[andy-ia]

Everything was wrong wrong wrong. The sensation of unrest and unsettlement lodged firmly somewhere past his ribs, steadfastly refusing all attempt to silence the sensation -- the source clear yet disregarded. His beakers had exploded hours ago, shattered glass everywhere and had it not been for the protective gear there would’ve been more than just a few thin cuts along his cheek and neck. It should not have occurred, would not have on any other day. As it was trembling fingers encased in thick gloves searched for any remaining sliver that could’ve been missed during the painstaking cleanup earlier. Vexation thrummed but he resisted the urge to create further catastrophe -- little energy remained to deal with the mess it would leave behind. 

It was as he straightened that a buzz sounded to the left, bleary eyes flicking to the illuminated numbers on the clock and sighing internally; only three types of individuals attempted to contact the necromancer at such a late hour and none of them were worth tolerating. The name that flashed at him halted any rising of resigned displeasure however and what was contained in the message was so entirely uncharacteristic that digits were typing out a response posthaste. 

[sms: Rami] Mine or yours? 

Seconds after another was sent, bag forgone and skin tingling with restrained power as he shut his door and locked it. Absently one of the stronger shades was set as a sentry -- locks could be unreliably flimsy things -- and he was off.

[sms: Rami] Don’t bother getting up. 5 minutes.

[sms: Rami] You will. Later.

[insolitus-academy]

October: SPOOKY MONTH

October is our favorite month! This year October will be filled with events, OOC and IC. Be sure not to miss a day!

Whole month  Send in your artistic Insolitus (fan)art to be promoted on the main page. Drawings, photo-manipulations, one-shots or music mixes! Make sure the theme is super-spoopy! 

October 5  The leaves are falling from the trees and we all need to clean the Academy grounds. Help with sweeping and cleaning! Staffmember in charge: ben-ia & necrojiyong-ia

October 10 - October 25 A October Market is held in Pidvone. Roam around and buy pumpkins, spooky decorations, scary candy and costumes! 

October 11  The Academy is the place to be, a cooking workshop is held. Listen to the famous Baxter von Baquette, a vampire with thousands of years of experience. Learn to make pumpkin soup and pumpkin pie! Staffmember in charge: akanex-ia  & princejang-ia​

October 20 Pumpkin carving in Vighulir, get your pumpkins ready! The person with the prettiest pumpkin carving will get candy! Staffmembers in charge: dokyungsoo-ia & holland-ia

October 25 Halloween Ball! The theater at the academy will be transformed into a party-center. Costumes are a must! Sign up for the talent-show with samuel-ia! Staffmembers in charge: samuel-ia, key-ia and momoa-ia

October 30 Trick or treat! All staffmembers, teachers and villagers will give out candy to all students in costume! 

October 31 Shake and tremble, the lines between this world and the next are thin. Dark spirits roam the grounds! All demons, witches, warlocks spirits, poltergeists, nightmarchers and vampires are stronger today! All children of the light are weaker and… strange things happen around the academy… 

*all staffmembers were randomly chosen for the events.

** all para’s done around one of the above IC events count as an ‘event para’

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andy-ia

She’d been circling the blocks for hours trying for find the perfect spot to lurk for her meal, the corners of her mouth drooping into a pout. Her lack of options was becoming not only irritating but also disheartening, no one smelled as good as they usually did and she hated going after mediocre food. The sun had barely set all the way before she’d come bursting out of her apartment, inhaling the fresh air deeply already aching to sink her fangs into a bystander. She rolled her neck in irritation before her ears perked up, the sound of singing coming from her favorite bar making her stop in dead in her tracks. She eyed the entrance for a few minutes before deciding to enter, eyes scanning premises for the owner of the voice. Anyone with a voice that could capture her attention was worth checking out, and maybe eating. Lillian grinned as she  stood on her toes, catching sight of the male seated on the stage. Now he was worth eating.

[andy-ia]

A bar, thrumming and heated with intentions both fundamentally good and bad, transformed from an innocuous setting filled with musical delight to the backdrop of a meeting yet to occur in a span of a few minutes. The occupants inside, main participant included, remained oblivious to the shift, continuing on with their prescribed roles serving, eating, drinking, dancing, kissing and in one solitary necromancer’s position; singing. Seating comfortably atop a modest stage, the voice that flowed forth from those pink lips would give a shock to any who happened to gaze upon fair features and miss the ink that twined in intricate patterns across bare arms and at hints along that slender neck. Rough in texture yet melodious in quality, it rose above the din and easily ensnared the senses. 

Had any of Insolitus Academy’s attendants -- minus one decidedly detached magical engineer -- peered inside the sight that beheld them would’ve produced incredulity; cold sapphire a warm and inviting pool of azure as emotion freely made home across his pale countenance. It would be off that platform and in a temporary dressing room at a much later time that each piece of a mask deemed impenetrable would be slotted painstakingly back into place. Until then, as the piano and guitar strains faded a smile easily identifiable as softly alluring formed, husky syllables filling the near silence. “For those of you who’ve just arrived, welcome. My name is Andy and I’m your source entertainment tonight.” Quiet laughter followed the statement as well as a whistle or two and he chuckled, smile tinging toward more lascivious avenues. “Whatever you all just imagined; let’s try that another day. Or maybe in my dressing room later if you’re lucky.” His free hand carefully carded through inky black locks. “Now, on this next one I would love to hear and see some more audience participation. Sing along, clap, dance, sway, whatever the fuck you end up feeling, yeah? Here we go.” 

The drummer began on that cue, guitarists and bassist following shortly there after. With one boot clad foot tapping faintly along -- it was clear in that movement that had the room been available Andy would not have stood idly by -- gruff lyrics were purred into the microphone clasped in strong fingers. If the information could have been successfully been pried from him, an admission of complete ardor pertaining to the position of vocalist in a band would’ve been given. It was cathartic in the same way his rituals and experiments were, something that was strangely sacred and perhaps a perverse enjoyment was present at the knowledge that not one individual in that audience understood just how dangerous he was, how easily every single one could expire at his hand in the time it took to blink. But that was neither here nor there.

[andy-ia]

“We have to sweat the fever out of you.”

A dark chuckle escaped perfectly pink lips, an expression of near exasperation flared into being only to be wiped away as yet another bought of shivers overtook both body and mind. Three more steps and partial safety could be acquired, if only this woman would move. “You don’t fucking say.” Sarcasm as biting as ever, the edge cutting rough syllables able be perceived duller than intended when compared alongside the brightness of sickness that tinged ivory a frenetic rosy color, sweat trickling down feverish skin. Would peace never be attainable at the damned school? 

[andy-ia]

25 - 45

25: In the past week, have you cried?

“I don’t think I’ve ever cried past the age of three.”

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing?

“Grey.”

27: Do people ever call you by your last name?

“No. It’s unlikely many know it.”

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now?

“If they were it would be inconsequential.”

29: Do you have a best friend?

“No.”

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?

“Not in the slightest.”

31: Who was your last call from?

[ Answered. ]

32: Are you mad at anyone?

“No. That’s a waste of time and energy.”

33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

“Probably.”

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?

“Twenty-something. They both were of age; that’s all I care about.”

35: How many more days until your birthday?

“82 days, give or take a couple days. My date of birth is...hazy.”

36: Do you have any summer plans yet?

“Not in the slightest.”

37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?

“I don’t have friends, so no.”

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?

“I have none, so, again no.”

39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?

“Always.”

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

“Once. They were regrettably clingy.”

41: Do you think age matters in relationships?

“I don’t care about either topic. Relationships are not winsome to me in any degree.”

42: Are you available?

“To fuck? Yes. To date? Fuck no.”

43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?

“I’ve had none of them, ever.”

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?

“I’ve been considering septum.”

45: Do you believe exes can be friends?

“If I had any it would be doubtful.”

[andy-ia]

59:When was the last time you took a long drive?60:Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?61:Have you ever TPd someone’s house?62:Who do you text the most?

59

“One week ago. Open road is always appealing.”

60

“A few times. The rules we played by were likely altered in some way, however.”

61

“No. It’s too benign for my tastes.”

62

“Refer to my answer on question 31. Or perhaps that new client...”

[andy-ia]

11:You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?

“Water.”

[andy-ia]

22, 31

22:Do you believe what goes around comes around?

“Sure. Karma can be a real bitch.”

31:Who was your last call from?

“Fifty bucks says it is Rami.”

[andy-ia]

Her expression changed to a normal casual calm expression as she let out a sigh of annoyance, "If you say so." She said with an eye roll before focusing back on him. "Then shall we be people who talk more often then not because I get bored and you look interesting. That's a complement by the way." She pursed her lips a little.

The reaction that occurred remained within the realm of insipidity, keen eyes absorbing each expression and finding them wanting. “I don’t care for your compliments; they’re tedious. I am not your entertainment.” A step back was taken, body gracefully settling into the closest chair with long legs stretching outward. “Do you have anything of actual worth to say or is it all self-centered bullshit?”