Lovino Vargas

Lovino Vargas | 17I'm from Rome.This blog is part of the Academia Mare RP

[mihcacocone]

If he’d managed to ever offend her, that would’ve been quite the feat. It was, really, quite hard for Madotsuki to become offended. She was simply too passive about things. Even she found ‘tsu’ difficult to pronounce at times and ‘tzu’ really wasn’t too far off because it could probably be pronounced that way, too. But enough of that name business.

"Have you ever tried to lucid dream before?" She supposed that would do well as a starter question. Madotsuki herself had never really taught anyone something so… complex as this before. She’d been doing it for so long, too, she could hardly remember — if at all — how she’d started herself. It was so easy for her now, but she did it practically every night, so she supposed that was only absolutely natural. She’d have to take on a whole new perspective for this.

[with-love-from-rome]

Lovino looked up with a fiery excitement in his eyes. "Once or twice, but I wasn't really able to control much for very long." He smiled a bit as he remembered the most recent lucid dream he had, oh a few years ago, in which he was finally able to eradicate potatoes from existence and conquer the world as the tomato king.

"But I honestly have no idea how I came to control my dreams," he sighs as his smile turns into a frustrated frown. "It just sorta... happened."

[mihcacocone]

Don’t worry, Lovino, that’s just her usual, default expression. "Madotsuki," she corrected, mumbling a bit. It wasn’t that important to her, really, but she supposed it’d be the courteous thing to do and try to help him. “‘Mado’ is okay.” It was a nickname she knew she’d been given and one that she didn’t really mind. People could call her whatever they wished. She really couldn’t bring herself to care very much at all. Perhaps she’s a bit too apathetic, but she’s apathetic about being apathetic, too.

"I don’t really know about dragons… or wyverns, or whatever," she continued. That was one thing that had never really presented itself whilst she was dreaming. Simple child fantasy creatures like that didn’t exist in her dreams… but far too many horrific things did. Everything else in the damn book did. It was ironic, almost. "You should ask that ‘P’ person if you really want to know. But I can tell you about dreaming…"

[with-love-from-rome]

Lovino nodded and mumbled, a bit embarrassed by his butchery of her name. "I think I'll stick to Mado, if that's alright with you." He usually isn't that great at picking up on other people's emotions and this was no exception. He looked down at his feet fearing he had offended her by  messing up her name, but quickly recomposed himself to maintain his carefree attitude.

"Right, I'll ask P or whatever her name is about the dragons later." He pauses and cocks his head to the side, "But what can you tell me about controlling my dreams?"

[mihcacocone]

madotsuki [@kurushiiyume]

ill be at the cafeteria

[mihcacocone]

Madotsuki promptly closed her phone as she slipped on proper socks and tied the laces of her shoes. It’d been a while since she was actively getting out like this (once a day outside of her room was something, really). She wasn’t particularly ashamed of her dreams or anything, no. If someone wanted to inquire about it, they could — given, she’d initiated the conversation and, in turn, practically proposed the idea herself of them meeting and going off about her dreams that were far too strange. Tugging at the sleeves of her sweater before opening the door and allowing herself to step into the hallway that stood before her dorm, Madotsuki had no doubt that there was quite the fair possibility that he simply wouldn’t believe her when she went into detail about her dreams.

The cafeteria wasn’t far, and proved not to be too long or tedious of a walk. All the better. When she’d walk for long distances in her dreams she could still feel the ache resounding dully and painfully that had inhabited her legs as a result of doing so, but she never really got used to them. Built up her stamina and increased the strength of her muscles in her legs, yes, most likely, but she never really enjoyed them. They always tired her. But that’s what her bike was for, she supposed.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, however, she discovered that someone was already there. A single, lone being as classes were not currently in session right now and no one was really gathering around the area as they simply didn’t need to. She narrowed her eyes, indulging herself into her thoughts (something she did, more likely than naught, far too often). Quickly, she took out her phone from her sweater’s pocket and tapped in her password, opening up her Twitter app and expanding the icon of Lovino Vargas, peering. She looks up, then back down. Again. Up, now — yes, that’s definitely him. Ah, it was nice of him to be early like this. Maybe he was enthusiastic or something of the sort.

"Lovino… Vargas," she read aloud, locking her phone once more and returning it to her pocket before looking back up. Her tone was louder as she spoke next. "That’s you, right?"

[with-love-from-rome]

Lovino looked up from his phone to see who had called him.

Before him he saw a petite girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She already appeared to be bored with him. Is this small thing supposed to teach me about lucid dreaming and dragons? God, what have I gotten myself into? He exhaled and ran his hand through his hair. He pulls out his phone and attempts to say her name, "Does that make you Mad-o-- Mado-t-t-- s-zuki-- Mado-t-zuki?" A blush grows deeper across his face the more he tries to say her name. Fucking Japanese names, I can never tell how the syllables are supposed to work. He sighs and shakes his head, placing his phone back in his pocket. "Sorry for butchering your name." He offers her his hand for a handshake, "but sì, I'm Lovino."

[with-love-from-rome]

The Roommate || [Closed between Lovino and C-ta]

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The room was far too empty for C-ta. Though it was clearly meant for two, there was no sign of his mysterious roommate; a curse and a relief at the same time. Though the uncertainty of his dormmate’s identity remained (was he annoying? nice? alien? a girl?), he couldn’t help but enjoy the last remaining moments of his freedom.

Flopping down on one of the beds, exhaustion began to quickly take control, his eyes fluttering closed. Not to sleep, but to simply…rest. Rest and think. To start off in a whole new school was somewhat annoying. After all, all of the relations that he had worked so hard to maintain had now become moot. First impressions were suddenly paramount. Even more so when it came to his future roommate; the person he’d be sharing a dorm with for the rest of the year.

A roll of the eyes. A sigh. It would have been so much easier if he had simply been roomed with A-ya. It would be much easier that way to make sure of his friend’s well-being, both physically and socially. Especially when they didn’t even share nearly any of the same classes. It was a bit unfortunate, but there was always a silver lining, no?

Click. The sound of the door unlocking brings C-ta back to his senses, quickly bringing himself into a sitting position to see a brunet barge in with quite a sour expression. ‘Just like B-ko.’ He thought to himself, as a small grin grew on his face. What a loudmouthed guy.

"Hmm…?" He hums, green eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, my name is C-ta." Introducing himself, he then adds, "And who are you, roommate?"

[with-love-from-rome]

Lovino looks his roommate up and down, carefully taking in the small smile in what appeared to be something like affection. Reminds me of  Feli with that idiotic grin on his face. He frowns slightly. Or even worse, fucking Antonio. Lovino shakes his head and blushes slightly. No, don't think of that fucker here, here's your chance to forget all of that. He sighs and looks up.

"Gah!" Shit, forgot this clown was still here. May as well seem interested in him so he doesn't get all awkward.

He sighs and looks C-ta in the eyes, "C-ta? What the hell kind of name is that, is it a nickname or something?"

[shaageki]

  “Maybe for you. For me, the first day here was as quiet as I’ve experienced in a long time. Already, there’s more people and it’s only been a few days.” Pause. “What, is it wrong to want to focus here?” Already, Gareki is slightly on the defensive.

[with-love-from-rome]

"That's true, I mean I fuckin' spent my first day on the beach where the only sounds were the ocean and some birds." He laughs lightly. "You know, if you really wanted to concentrate you could go down there, it's so cold now that there're hardly any people."

[with-love-from-rome]

Am I hungry or am I tired?

Ah fuck, I don't even know.

[shaageki]

  “It’s already getting too loud here.”

[with-love-from-rome]

Lovino lifts an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Too loud? There's hardly any noise here."

[with-love-from-rome]

The Roommate || [Closed between Lovino and C-ta]

Lovino, having finally found his bags and his room assignment, walks into the lobby of Block B mumbling to himself. "Room 203. Room 203. It has to be near the front." He finds the main hallway and smiles slightly to himself. "Thank God I'll have a room to myself.

"Here's 201, so 203 must be next door." True to his word, 203 is in fact next door to 201. Lovino pulls out his key and lets himself in. After setting his luggage down next to the door he finally takes a look around the room only to see that he doesn't actually have to room all to himself. In the room stands a young man, about a year younger than him, with light brown hair and green eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?"

[with-love-from-rome]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

"Why the fuck are you shouting at me? You damn ‘tumblrbot,’ what the hell is that?"

He sighs and then reluctantly adds, “If you fuckin’ must know, tomatoes are my favorite inanimate objects, ya’ bastard.”

[with-love-from-rome]

The Arrival || [Open]

Lovino prepared to spend another lonely night at home. His brother and grandfather had left for Milan the previous week for a fashion show and some official appearances his grandfather was obliged to make. Lovino wasn't too sure what his father did for a living, but he knew it must be important considering the vast wealth he appeared to hold.

He sighed and continued to stir the pasta he was preparing for dinner. It's no wonder I'm never invited to go with them, Feliciano is much more cheery than I am, the public eat that crap up. Lovino shakes his head and turns to the cupboard to find the olive oil when he hears someone drop something in the mail chute.

Mail? This late at night? He thinks to himself as he turns the burner to low and then walks over to the mail chute.

He sees a single letter that almost appears to be glowing a light blue. He picks it up and notices how elegant the script is. A hand-written letter, how unsual. He reads the return address a few times in disbelief. He quickly tears open the letter and only has to read the first line before he is jumping about, shouting for joy.

"I made it in! I actually made it in!"

In his excitement he drops his acceptance letter from the highly prestigious Academia Mare.

Tssss

"Crap! My pasta!"

He sprints over to the kitchen, slipping on the discarded letter and landing face first on the hardwood floor of the entryway.

"FUCK! Ow, fucking hell! That fucking hurt!," he shouts as he scrambles to get back up and pull the pasta off the burner. Once that is taken care of, Lovino goes back to the entryway so he can finish reading the letter while his food continues to cook.

I can't believe it, I actually made it in. He pulls the rest of the papers out of the envelope and lays them out on the kitchen counter. Maybe this letter will tell me more about this damn place. I can't believe Grandpa Rome convinced me to apply even though I know so little about the place. I mean, damn, I don't even know where the fucking place is located. All I know is that this place is for the best of the best and practically nobody gets in.

Lovino continues to read the letter, but as his eyes scan further and further down the page, his vision becomes more and more blurry. What's this? I must have hit my head pretty hard earlier. I should eat, that will make me feel better.

As he begins to drain his pasta and place it in a bowl, his vision clears up a bit. He gently garnishes the pasta so as not to agitate his senses and possibly make his head injury worse and sits at the kitchen counter to continue looking over the letter.

According to this, Academia Mare has only been around since the 1800s, how did I not hear about it when it first opened? His vision begins to blur again, more quickly this time. Ugh, this is too much to bear, I should go lie down. Lovino stands up a bit too quickly and, as a result, passes out onto the floor.

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Lovino opens his eyes to see himself on a beach.

Wh-Where am I?

He sits up and then quickly places his hand on his forehead.

Right, I was at home when I passed out. But why?

He sighs and then turns around only to see a large building resembling one of the old fortresses scattered across Europe.

No way. Did I-?

He looks down at his hand to see his acceptance letter still clutched tightly in it.

This letter suddenly transported me here. I'm actually here, Academia Mare. Who would have thought? He shakes his head and stands up. Well I had better go and find whoever's in charge here and see if I can somehow get my stuff from home and tell Feli and Grandpa that I'm alright.

Lovino stands up and begins to walk towards the academy, and the new adventure that awaits him there.