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hongbin-ia

"Ah… is it… that obvious… do you know what I am then?" Hongbin’s eyes flitted away and his eyebrows twitched downwards in concern. He wondered how the strange man would know; he looked like a human, right? He had even covered up all his mannequin-like joints. He sighed when he realised it must be the way he talked to people, and Hongbin was shifting on both feet with a small frown. "Dark angel…" He spoke in thought, eyes flitting up at him. He wasn’t sure what that might entail, but he wondered if it was as dangerous as it sounded.  "You didn’t tell me your name."

'I wouldn't say that obvious is the correct word. You might call me an expert on humans, considering I have observed them for centuries, and as such it was easy for me to distinguish you as something other than human.' The boy seemed both nervous and disappointed that he'd been had, however he had nothing to fear from Rick at the moment.           'Worry not, I shall do you no harm so long as you do nothing to anger or annoy me.' He supposed he didn't need to mention that it wasn't difficult to accomplish either, yet, the boy seemed intelligent enough to manage to stay on Rick's good side.

'I suppose I didn't; how rude of me. Please call me Rick.' He offered a polite bow as well as a charming smile. 'What is your name?'

[kimhyuna-ia]

Her lips quirked up into a smirk as he spoke, a brow perking in curiosity as she looked him over. She would have to admit, she’d never seen someone like him. His body seemed to be covered in ink and his eyeballs seemed to be the only place the young Necromancer could see available to add more to. That’s not the only place, you know? There are places you can’t see that could be free of ink… Hyuna wrinkled her nose at the sound of the voice in her head, choosing to ignore it instead. “It is a custom, I suppose and wearing a sign will only bring people in closer to read it.”

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He sighed, exhausted and unexcited to admit that she was indeed correct. 'I wonder if a neon sign held atop my head might serve its purpose a bit more effectively. I could find one with obnoxiously bright lights that flash, and with any luck I might leave a few potential annoyances blind and be able to slip away before they recover.' Wouldn't that be a sight to behold? Rick nearly laughed at the very idea. 'I don't suppose you have the ability to manipulate light?' She probably didn't, simply because that would be much too convenient.

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"Though I'm hoping I didn't creep you out." She smiled gratefully. "Also, thank you so much for allowing me to touch your marks, Mr." With his permission, Nevaeh slowly brought her hand up, lightly tracing her cold index finger against the black strokes that caught her attention ever since she first approached him. To her, this work of art was extremely unique. Given that it was a collaborative creation, Nevaeh then said, "No wonder they're being expressed so beautifully and I'm drawn to it."

'It's not a problem, as I said, I'm used to it.' He nodded, a faint smile turning up tattooed lips. 'Just Rick would be fine, although your formality is appreciated.' He was surprised by how cold she was, and if he hadn't known better, he might've assumed that she was dead. Perhaps she had the ability to alter temperatures, or she was a being that thrived in cold weather. Either way, the chill of her touch wasn't exactly unpleasant, and it wasn't so much so that it made him retract his arm from her. He simply watched her digit as it traced the many black lines covering his skin with only an intimation of skepticism. Rick certainly appreciated her compliment, as his art was more a part of him than anything else, really. 'You have my sincerest thanks. It's always a pleasure to meet someone who finds them beautiful rather than atrocious. Do you have any tattoos?'

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meto-ia

Meto blinked at that threat, lifting his gaze to meet Rick’s and then pouting slightly. Punches in the face weren’t fun at all! Instead of actually wiggled his way out of his shirt, dropping it unceremoniously and then held out his left arm to show his own strange and colorful tattoo, stretching from his fingers and covering his arm all the way up to a bit more than halfway across his chest. He thought tattoos were fun, especially this guys awesome brainy one!!

Rick donned an annoyed look as he watched the boy take his shirt off, although he seemed to relax when his eyes landed on the other's tattoo. His head cocked to the side slightly as he admired the ink, then gave a nod of approval. 'I'm rather impressed. I had assumed you only intended to annoy me like most of the other residents of the academy. It's a pleasant surprise to see I'm not the only one here that appreciates art. I have a few smaller tattoos with color myself, but I'm afraid they're not so easy to display. That, and they're mostly from dares or drunken excursions.' He was more than a bit curious as to why the boy hadn't yet spoken, although it was certainly welcome. It wouldn't make sense that for it to be because he was scared- obviously he wasn't -so that only left him with the inability to speak. That must have been difficult, considering he looked like the type that wouldn't ever shut up given the opportunity.

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"Ermmh.." Nevaeh gave the other a small smile, slightly embarrassed that she brushed her silver white locks behind her ear. "Was I really that obvious or you have quick observation skills?" Her eyes once looked at the male and said thank you before pouring all her attention to the details drawn on his skin, mesmerized by it. "This is so-- amazing! whoever made this did an excellent job!" She grinned at him. "Can I-- can I possibly touch your arm?"

'Well, you were very obvious, but in your defense, I've become rather accustomed to lingering looks. It's not difficult for me to tell when I'm being admired or judged.' He nodded in response to her thanks, taking the moment to silently admire his own arms as well. Rick was incredibly pleased with how his tattoos had come out, and looked forward to adding more in the near future. 'It is the combined work of a few different artists, but I agree that they did well.' His gaze turned toward her as he pondered her question for a moment. 'Well… I suppose you may touch my arms, as long as you don't attempt anything foolish.'

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rick-ia:

Rick strolled into the library as if he owned it, as he did with everywhere else he went, and stopped by the counter. It seemed he was less than adept with accepting greetings from people who weren't rebellious outcasts with a few too many holes in their faces. He needed to do some research, and there was no better place to begin than the library. 'Excuse me.' He called out to the only man he saw. 'Would you happen to know where I might find a research book on interaction with multiple races?'

minhoe-ia:

A person Minho knew was a new student strolled into his library. A pair glinting dark eyes followed every step of a tall male, scrutinizing the interesting persona - even among all the different creatures here the male had a sort of morbid flare MInho liked.  Well. That will save his time. Hallelujah. Imprinting the rules on newcomers was sadly one of his duties.

"Well. Since you’re already here, before we get to you getting your book, let me pass a few rules you should keep close to your heart. I’ll be quick. Be quiet, respect the books, return them on time and unmaimed and we get along swell. Now.”  Minho turned into a gust of smoke and crossed through his desk.  ”That depends on what kind  of interaction do you have in mind? Attracting? Repelling? Killing? - the latter is unfortunately forbidden here.” He added confidentially. 

That was one of Rick's least favorite words. Rules, pah. Who needed rules when men were inherently chaotic? All they served to do was delay the inevitable, and he much preferred the idea of all hell being unleashed sooner rather than later. However, if he was to remain at Insolitus, he had no choice save follow the rules. He sighed overly dramatically as he leaned on the counter. 'Unmaimed? My good sir, why do you not just sink me to the bottom of the ocean now and save me the trouble of enduring such suffering?' 

When the librarian turned himself into smoke, Rick straightened out again and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He hadn't seen a talent such as that before. It certainly looked useful. 'Unfortunately the answer is none of the above.' He chuckled lightly at the other's comment. 'Don't remind me. I find it harder every day to resist the urge to kill a student or two. No, I requre knowledge on something akin to culture, as well as how to avoid offending others. It would seem I come off as standoffish; can you believe that?' Hazel eyes rolled in exasperation at the very thought. Rick assumed himself a perfect gentleman. Most often, at least.

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kaichan-ia

Kai wasn’t really deterred by the other male’s refusal, especially when he gave his reasoning. Though he was quick to assure, “No no, I would never do that! I didn’t know you could add drugs to baked goods… I can’t risk pissing Zitao off again with the whole drug thing.” The last part was muttered more to himself than anything, wrinkling his nose slightly before shrugging and nibbling on the edge of his cookie himself.

"I’m sorry, I have no silly hat though," he admitted, sounding sincerely regretful. "We could make one though!! That could be fun! It might catch on fire on my head though, sometimes my hair catches on fire," he admitted, giggling a bit sheepishly.

The boy before him looked as though he were innocent as a fly, although Rick's angelic intuition hinted otherwise. There was no need to press the issue, however, as he doubted such a small, unintimidating creature could cause him much harm. 'I wouldn't recommend it, young one. I've seen a few men die from ingesting such confections.' 

He placed a hand over his heart with an overly dramatic sigh. 'However shall I last the day without a silly hat?' Small twitch of a smirk turned his tattooed lips upward momentarily at the other's offer. 'Oh? Is that so? That sounds interesting, and now you've got me interested. Alright, let's make a silly hat or two so I can watch you set it on fire.' He nodded and motioned for the boy to take the lead. 'Oh, how rude of me. I haven't introduced myself, have I? I'm Rick. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.'

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kanoeiji-ia:

"Apologies, sir." He said in a normal volume but bowing once again. "I wasn’t taught that."

'You weren't taught what? How to grow a spine?' Rick couldn't fight the small amused chuckle that came in response. 'I assure you it's not very difficult. And the fact that you seem to have no problems standing up means that you already have one. Perhaps you're just a late bloomer.' He unfurled his arms with a faint trace of a grin. 'I'd be more than happy to give you some advice on the matter, however.'