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Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.

Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.

Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.

Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.

"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.

@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev

── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"

Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.

He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.

He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.

“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.

“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”

"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."

The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.

"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."

Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.

Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.

“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.

“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”

Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.

He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.

"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."

“Wonderful, then I can really show you how to properly lockpick. This rubbish book wouldn't have done you any good anyway.” Pyotr snaps the book shut and tosses it back on the desk before adjusting his tie.

He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.

"I know I'm going to regret this.."

He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.

"So, where are we going?"

He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.

“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.

"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"

His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.

It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.

“I'll take the blame if we get caught, alright? And besides, I'm in the club. I can just say I didn't want to bother Housewarden Schoenheit.” The club room was not that far really, and once they got there Pyotr gestured to the locked door with a flourish and stepped aside.

“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”

"How.. kind of you to take the blame."

It was half sarcastic and half genuine, he wasn't sure if Pyotr actually meant it. But he just nodded to the other words the latter said before he knelt down next to the door, Elisei couldn't believe he was picking a lock.

"Sure, Give it here."

More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student

Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.

“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”

Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.

"What do I do with it now?"

He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.

“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.

“So you'll want to stick these two pieces into the keyhole and try to move the pick around until you hear a click.” Pyotr is meticulous, gently guiding Elisei's hands to slowly turn and fidget with the lockpick until the lock clicked open softly. Then he stood back up and opened the door to grab his bag from inside the room.

Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.

He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.

He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Did you find it?"

“Yeah I found it. Have you figured it out now?” Pyotr asks while gesturing to the bag on his shoulder. He locks the door and shuts it behind him like they were never there, and then pulls out his phone to check what all he's missed while his bag was locked away.

Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.

"I think I understand now."

Elisei reassembled the small rectangular box and handed it back to him, once more dusting himself off.

As a habit he crossed his arms and looked around. Before looking back to the Octavinelle student.

"Why must you get into all sorts of trouble? I just don't see how it's worth it."

“I find my ways to get out of it.” Pyotr replies smoothly as he returns his kit to his blazer pocket and gives Elisei a cheshire smile.

“Now then, my apprentice, if you ever need help with a lock you can't get into, you know where to find me!” Cocky jerk. Pyotr bows with a flourish and walks off.

It's only when he's gone does Elisei realize the key to his dorm room has been stolen.

Elisei had taken the time after Pyotr's leave to go back to Diasomnia, not thinking much of what he said as he stood outside his dorm room.

He patted down his clothes in hope to find his key but he couldn't find it, although he was sure he'd kept it safe.

That conniving jerk! Elisei realised Pyotr must have taken the key when he wasn't looking, now he has to go and see his irritating face again.

"That jerk..I'm going to strangle him."

He murmurs before storming off in search for the culprit.

Pyotr was actually doing work when Elisei found him, tending tables in Mostro Lounge with that same suave grin that made Elisei want to punch him in the face.

Conniving asshole.

Elisei just grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him off to the side with a pissed off expression, he was not happy knowing that when he asked for Pyotr help, the latter stole his keys.

"I know you took my keys and I want them back."

He spat out, before letting go of the conman in question and crossed his arms. Elisei wasn't a big fan of the Octavinelle dorm and would rather get this over and done with.

Safe to say, Pyotr is confused. He didn't even know where Elisei's keys were, and he wouldn't have had time to pickpocket him while helping Elisei pick that lock.

“I don't have your keys. How would I have snatched your keys when I had both of my hands on you the entire time?” Mostro Lounge was exceptionally crowded this evening, Azul wouldn't be happy to have one of his dorm members preoccupied.

But Pyotr knows exactly what he did when he phrased their previous meeting like that.

"Well, they aren't in my pockets and I checked. I know I didn't drop them, so you must have taken them!"

Elisei knew it was bad to outright accused someone, but with a smug face like Pyotr he couldn't help but get annoyed.

He was sure that Pyotr snatched them while he was helping Elisei pick the lock and he was even more sure that he was just trying to confuse him.

He knew what the latter meant but wasn't going to say anything that could make him even smugger

“Are you sure you didn't drop them?” Pyotr huffs, then hums softly to himself.

He reaches behind Elisei's ear and procures the missing keys, which he presses into Elisei's palm.

“There they are. Behind your ear all this time.” He's so annoying when he grins like that, like he's won the lottery.

"I knew you had them, conniving jerk."

Elisei held his keys firmly to his chest as he glared at Pyotr, the way he wanted to strangle him so badly, but decided it was wise not to cause a fuss.

He straightened up, before pocketing his keys and dropping his arms down, before he spoke once more.

"Why must you insist in making my life harder?"

“Because it's just so easy to rile you. No one else gives me reactions like you do.” Pyotr boops the tip of Elisei's nose, seeming intent on driving the latter mad.

The red-haired man just stepped back and wrinkled his nose, a source expression on his face.

He should head back to this dorm and stop entertaining the Octavinelle student, but he just stands there.

"Then maybe I should stop asking for your advice."

If Pyotr's intention was to drive Elisei mad, it was indeed working.

“I've no clue why you come to me for advice anyway.” He finds Elisei's expression of disgust so damn amusing, he can't help but lean unbearably close.

This time, he reaches behind Elisei's other ear and creates a rose that he places in the boy's ear.

“Now. Do you want a table or will you let me get back to my job?”

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The way his eyes widened agan was comical. Before he scoffed and waved his hands in front of him.

"Go ahead, I'm done here anyways."

He got what he wanted and deeply wished to vacate the presence of Pyotr for the day or maybe few days if he felt like avoiding him.

Before he began making his way to the entrance of Octavinelle. He wasn't going to get rid of that rose, not really.

⚫️🐏To Guide a Shepherd (open twst rp starter ft. ♌️Izem Usiku)

---

It had been a few days. Maybe even a week since Izem had woken up. Everything still ached, in all honesty, and having to eat slowly on a liquid-only diet was pretty much MISERABLE.

Some of the Sheep had been in and out over the course of the previous days... Newt and Oz had practically refused to leave his side until he woke up. Mellie often came to sing to him, before and after regaining his consciousness. Despite the depression he had found himself in, it brought him comfort. She always had a pleasant voice, after all.

Morgante hadn't stopped by very much... but Izem knew that she had her own funny way of looking out for him when he received an envelope with a hefty check and a cease and desist that she had been sent... of course she was going to take that as a symbol of pride.

Still... there were a few faces that he hadn't seen, yet, which... while it didn't worry him like it had before, it still made Izem uneasy. He was so used to the constant chatter of the frosh that hung around him or the incessant bickering of the twins...

And what about those other kids? He didn't remember much about the overblot itself, but the others had filled him in on what happened... at least, from a general perspective.

He still couldn't quite muster up the strength to speak... it was part pain, part humiliation, part frustration, and all Izem being utterly out of it. Still... he lifted his head, ears perked up as someone knocked on the infirmary door...

── "Feeling slightly better, are you?"

Octavian, one of the many people who work in the infirmary just pushed open the door, a worried glance on their face as they dropped the items that were being carried.

"I didn't want to disturb you before, I think its always best to rest after large moments like that."

They nodded slightly slightly, silently pissed that the headmage of the school doesn't do much to deal with the situations.

Izem examined the student carefully. The few days he'd been in here so far, he had seen them wandering about here and there. He hadn't really spoken to them (or anyone right now, for that matter) so he hadn't gotten the chance to make any major judgments on the kid's character.

He gave a soft grunt in reply, his head just briefly nodding.

"Can't blame you," Izem rasped weakly. "Probably wasn't too approachable early on anyways..."

Not when his friends were refusing to leave his side and would glare at anyone who even looked at him funny. Even when Izem had to reassure them that it was fine...

Sure the others had every right to be defensive... but maybe they were taking it a bit too far at times.

"Ev'rything hurts... but I'm alive despite it all... so I guess you could call that 'better'."

"You got some really good friends, they refused to leave, but there were times I did have to coerce them into leaving so they could get some sleep and attend classes."

It certainly took a few tries indeed, because Izem's friends would mildly glare at them everytime they tried to help, but objectively they had to as a medical staff.

Octavian picked up all the dropped items and began to walk around the infirmary, placing everything in the right spot with a satisfactory nod.

"If you do need some more pain medication, I think I could give them to you."

"Sheesh..." Izem sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "'M sorry for any trouble they prob'ly caused you... they definitely meant well, but that doesn't excuse it."

Despite the fact that Izem had, of course, been admitted to the infirmary for an overblot, he was rather polite and apologetic... he had caused everyone so much grief already, there was no need to make it worse.

"I... probably wouldn't tell ya no if you're offering, though," He said. "If it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience, of course."

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Octavian nodded slowly and picked up a small bottle, opening the cap and tipping it into the palm of their hand before giving it to Izem.

"It's not an inconvenience, it was good to know that they were all looking out for you, not much trouble caused there."

The latter just nodded with a nervous smile, which was an everyday thing, wiping their hands off before finishing putting the last of the items away.

Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.

Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.

Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.

@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev

── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"

Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.

He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.

He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.

“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.

“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”

"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."

The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.

"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."

Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.

Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.

“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”

Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.

He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.

"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."

He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.

"I know I'm going to regret this.."

He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.

"So, where are we going?"

He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.

“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.

"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"

His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.

It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.

“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”

"How.. kind of you to take the blame."

"Sure, Give it here."

More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student

Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.

“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”

Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.

"What do I do with it now?"

He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.

“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.

Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.

He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.

He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Did you find it?"

Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.

"I think I understand now."

Elisei reassembled the small rectangular box and handed it back to him, once more dusting himself off.

As a habit he crossed his arms and looked around. Before looking back to the Octavinelle student.

"Why must you get into all sorts of trouble? I just don't see how it's worth it."

“I find my ways to get out of it.” Pyotr replies smoothly as he returns his kit to his blazer pocket and gives Elisei a cheshire smile.

“Now then, my apprentice, if you ever need help with a lock you can't get into, you know where to find me!” Cocky jerk. Pyotr bows with a flourish and walks off.

It's only when he's gone does Elisei realize the key to his dorm room has been stolen.

Elisei had taken the time after Pyotr's leave to go back to Diasomnia, not thinking much of what he said as he stood outside his dorm room.

He patted down his clothes in hope to find his key but he couldn't find it, although he was sure he'd kept it safe.

That conniving jerk! Elisei realised Pyotr must have taken the key when he wasn't looking, now he has to go and see his irritating face again.

"That jerk..I'm going to strangle him."

He murmurs before storming off in search for the culprit.

Pyotr was actually doing work when Elisei found him, tending tables in Mostro Lounge with that same suave grin that made Elisei want to punch him in the face.

Conniving asshole.

Elisei just grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him off to the side with a pissed off expression, he was not happy knowing that when he asked for Pyotr help, the latter stole his keys.

"I know you took my keys and I want them back."

He spat out, before letting go of the conman in question and crossed his arms. Elisei wasn't a big fan of the Octavinelle dorm and would rather get this over and done with.

Safe to say, Pyotr is confused. He didn't even know where Elisei's keys were, and he wouldn't have had time to pickpocket him while helping Elisei pick that lock.

But Pyotr knows exactly what he did when he phrased their previous meeting like that.

"Well, they aren't in my pockets and I checked. I know I didn't drop them, so you must have taken them!"

Elisei knew it was bad to outright accused someone, but with a smug face like Pyotr he couldn't help but get annoyed.

He was sure that Pyotr snatched them while he was helping Elisei pick the lock and he was even more sure that he was just trying to confuse him.

He knew what the latter meant but wasn't going to say anything that could make him even smugger

“Are you sure you didn't drop them?” Pyotr huffs, then hums softly to himself.

He reaches behind Elisei's ear and procures the missing keys, which he presses into Elisei's palm.

“There they are. Behind your ear all this time.” He's so annoying when he grins like that, like he's won the lottery.

"I knew you had them, conniving jerk."

Elisei held his keys firmly to his chest as he glared at Pyotr, the way he wanted to strangle him so badly, but decided it was wise not to cause a fuss.

He straightened up, before pocketing his keys and dropping his arms down, before he spoke once more.

"Why must you insist in making my life harder?"

“Because it's just so easy to rile you. No one else gives me reactions like you do.” Pyotr boops the tip of Elisei's nose, seeming intent on driving the latter mad.

The red-haired man just stepped back and wrinkled his nose, a source expression on his face.

He should head back to this dorm and stop entertaining the Octavinelle student, but he just stands there.

"Then maybe I should stop asking for your advice."

If Pyotr's intention was to drive Elisei mad, it was indeed working.

⚫️🐏To Guide a Shepherd (open twst rp starter ft. ♌️Izem Usiku)

---

It had been a few days. Maybe even a week since Izem had woken up. Everything still ached, in all honesty, and having to eat slowly on a liquid-only diet was pretty much MISERABLE.

And what about those other kids? He didn't remember much about the overblot itself, but the others had filled him in on what happened... at least, from a general perspective.

── "Feeling slightly better, are you?"

Octavian, one of the many people who work in the infirmary just pushed open the door, a worried glance on their face as they dropped the items that were being carried.

"I didn't want to disturb you before, I think its always best to rest after large moments like that."

They nodded slightly slightly, silently pissed that the headmage of the school doesn't do much to deal with the situations.

He gave a soft grunt in reply, his head just briefly nodding.

"Can't blame you," Izem rasped weakly. "Probably wasn't too approachable early on anyways..."

Not when his friends were refusing to leave his side and would glare at anyone who even looked at him funny. Even when Izem had to reassure them that it was fine...

Sure the others had every right to be defensive... but maybe they were taking it a bit too far at times.

"Ev'rything hurts... but I'm alive despite it all... so I guess you could call that 'better'."

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"You got some really good friends, they refused to leave, but there were times I did have to coerce them into leaving so they could get some sleep and attend classes."

It certainly took a few tries indeed, because Izem's friends would mildly glare at them everytime they tried to help, but objectively they had to as a medical staff.

Octavian picked up all the dropped items and began to walk around the infirmary, placing everything in the right spot with a satisfactory nod.

"If you do need some more pain medication, I think I could give them to you."

Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.

Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.

Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.

@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev

── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"

Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.

He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.

He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.

“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.

“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”

"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."

The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.

"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."

Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.

Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.

“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”

Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.

He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.

"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."

He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.

"I know I'm going to regret this.."

He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.

"So, where are we going?"

He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.

“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.

"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"

His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.

It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.

“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”

"How.. kind of you to take the blame."

"Sure, Give it here."

More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student

Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.

“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”

Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.

"What do I do with it now?"

He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.

“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.

Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.

He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.

He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Did you find it?"

Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.

"I think I understand now."

Elisei reassembled the small rectangular box and handed it back to him, once more dusting himself off.

As a habit he crossed his arms and looked around. Before looking back to the Octavinelle student.

"Why must you get into all sorts of trouble? I just don't see how it's worth it."

“I find my ways to get out of it.” Pyotr replies smoothly as he returns his kit to his blazer pocket and gives Elisei a cheshire smile.

“Now then, my apprentice, if you ever need help with a lock you can't get into, you know where to find me!” Cocky jerk. Pyotr bows with a flourish and walks off.

It's only when he's gone does Elisei realize the key to his dorm room has been stolen.

Elisei had taken the time after Pyotr's leave to go back to Diasomnia, not thinking much of what he said as he stood outside his dorm room.

He patted down his clothes in hope to find his key but he couldn't find it, although he was sure he'd kept it safe.

That conniving jerk! Elisei realised Pyotr must have taken the key when he wasn't looking, now he has to go and see his irritating face again.

"That jerk..I'm going to strangle him."

He murmurs before storming off in search for the culprit.

Pyotr was actually doing work when Elisei found him, tending tables in Mostro Lounge with that same suave grin that made Elisei want to punch him in the face.

Conniving asshole.

Elisei just grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him off to the side with a pissed off expression, he was not happy knowing that when he asked for Pyotr help, the latter stole his keys.

"I know you took my keys and I want them back."

He spat out, before letting go of the conman in question and crossed his arms. Elisei wasn't a big fan of the Octavinelle dorm and would rather get this over and done with.

Safe to say, Pyotr is confused. He didn't even know where Elisei's keys were, and he wouldn't have had time to pickpocket him while helping Elisei pick that lock.

But Pyotr knows exactly what he did when he phrased their previous meeting like that.

"Well, they aren't in my pockets and I checked. I know I didn't drop them, so you must have taken them!"

Elisei knew it was bad to outright accused someone, but with a smug face like Pyotr he couldn't help but get annoyed.

He was sure that Pyotr snatched them while he was helping Elisei pick the lock and he was even more sure that he was just trying to confuse him.

He knew what the latter meant but wasn't going to say anything that could make him even smugger

“Are you sure you didn't drop them?” Pyotr huffs, then hums softly to himself.

He reaches behind Elisei's ear and procures the missing keys, which he presses into Elisei's palm.

“There they are. Behind your ear all this time.” He's so annoying when he grins like that, like he's won the lottery.

"I knew you had them, conniving jerk."

Elisei held his keys firmly to his chest as he glared at Pyotr, the way he wanted to strangle him so badly, but decided it was wise not to cause a fuss.

He straightened up, before pocketing his keys and dropping his arms down, before he spoke once more.

"Why must you insist in making my life harder?"

merveilleuxamour

── "Vice-Housewarden, I heard you had quite the scare! What was outside the dorm anyways?"

~ @wond3rlust . (Had to make an oc from here, Renard interact because I'm incredibly bored.)

“ just an intruder, mon ami! please be careful outside.

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"Just curious because it seemed to scare so many people."

Starter call.

Please reblog (with the roleplay blog.) Or comment (with the blog.) If you want a starter from one of the muses.

── Marcellus Blancrose.

── Jiji Mikamo.

── Renard Laurent.

── Octavian Xeno.

── Elisei Sashenka.

I'll attach Roleplay starters that I think of, on here aswell. If I get to it !

(But please be patient, I am currently in the middle of school work and such.)

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⚫️🐏To Guide a Shepherd (open twst rp starter ft. ♌️Izem Usiku)

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It had been a few days. Maybe even a week since Izem had woken up. Everything still ached, in all honesty, and having to eat slowly on a liquid-only diet was pretty much MISERABLE.

And what about those other kids? He didn't remember much about the overblot itself, but the others had filled him in on what happened... at least, from a general perspective.

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── "Feeling slightly better, are you?"

Octavian, one of the many people who work in the infirmary just pushed open the door, a worried glance on their face as they dropped the items that were being carried.

"I didn't want to disturb you before, I think its always best to rest after large moments like that."

They nodded slightly slightly, silently pissed that the headmage of the school doesn't do much to deal with the situations.

Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.

Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.

Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.

@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev

── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"

Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.

He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.

He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.

“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.

“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”

"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."

The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.

"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."

Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.

Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.

“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”

Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.

He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.

"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."

He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.

"I know I'm going to regret this.."

He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.

"So, where are we going?"

He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.

“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.

"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"

His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.

It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.

“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”

"How.. kind of you to take the blame."

"Sure, Give it here."

More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student

Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.

“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”

Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.

"What do I do with it now?"

He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.

“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.

Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.

He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.

He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Did you find it?"

Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.

"I think I understand now."

Elisei reassembled the small rectangular box and handed it back to him, once more dusting himself off.

As a habit he crossed his arms and looked around. Before looking back to the Octavinelle student.

"Why must you get into all sorts of trouble? I just don't see how it's worth it."

“I find my ways to get out of it.” Pyotr replies smoothly as he returns his kit to his blazer pocket and gives Elisei a cheshire smile.

“Now then, my apprentice, if you ever need help with a lock you can't get into, you know where to find me!” Cocky jerk. Pyotr bows with a flourish and walks off.

It's only when he's gone does Elisei realize the key to his dorm room has been stolen.

Elisei had taken the time after Pyotr's leave to go back to Diasomnia, not thinking much of what he said as he stood outside his dorm room.

He patted down his clothes in hope to find his key but he couldn't find it, although he was sure he'd kept it safe.

That conniving jerk! Elisei realised Pyotr must have taken the key when he wasn't looking, now he has to go and see his irritating face again.

"That jerk..I'm going to strangle him."

He murmurs before storming off in search for the culprit.

Pyotr was actually doing work when Elisei found him, tending tables in Mostro Lounge with that same suave grin that made Elisei want to punch him in the face.

Conniving asshole.

Elisei just grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him off to the side with a pissed off expression, he was not happy knowing that when he asked for Pyotr help, the latter stole his keys.

"I know you took my keys and I want them back."

He spat out, before letting go of the conman in question and crossed his arms. Elisei wasn't a big fan of the Octavinelle dorm and would rather get this over and done with.

Safe to say, Pyotr is confused. He didn't even know where Elisei's keys were, and he wouldn't have had time to pickpocket him while helping Elisei pick that lock.

But Pyotr knows exactly what he did when he phrased their previous meeting like that.

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"Well, they aren't in my pockets and I checked. I know I didn't drop them, so you must have taken them!"

Elisei knew it was bad to outright accused someone, but with a smug face like Pyotr he couldn't help but get annoyed.

He was sure that Pyotr snatched them while he was helping Elisei pick the lock and he was even more sure that he was just trying to confuse him.

He knew what the latter meant but wasn't going to say anything that could make him even smugger

Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.

Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.

Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.

@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev

── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"

Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.

He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.

He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.

“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.

“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”

"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."

The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.

"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."

Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.

Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.

“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”

Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.

He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.

"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."

He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.

"I know I'm going to regret this.."

He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.

"So, where are we going?"

He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.

“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.

"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"

His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.

It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.

“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”

"How.. kind of you to take the blame."

"Sure, Give it here."

More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student

Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.

“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”

Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.

"What do I do with it now?"

He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.

“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.

Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.

He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.

He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Did you find it?"

Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.

"I think I understand now."

Elisei reassembled the small rectangular box and handed it back to him, once more dusting himself off.

As a habit he crossed his arms and looked around. Before looking back to the Octavinelle student.

"Why must you get into all sorts of trouble? I just don't see how it's worth it."

“I find my ways to get out of it.” Pyotr replies smoothly as he returns his kit to his blazer pocket and gives Elisei a cheshire smile.

“Now then, my apprentice, if you ever need help with a lock you can't get into, you know where to find me!” Cocky jerk. Pyotr bows with a flourish and walks off.

It's only when he's gone does Elisei realize the key to his dorm room has been stolen.

Elisei had taken the time after Pyotr's leave to go back to Diasomnia, not thinking much of what he said as he stood outside his dorm room.

He patted down his clothes in hope to find his key but he couldn't find it, although he was sure he'd kept it safe.

That conniving jerk! Elisei realised Pyotr must have taken the key when he wasn't looking, now he has to go and see his irritating face again.

"That jerk..I'm going to strangle him."

He murmurs before storming off in search for the culprit.

Pyotr was actually doing work when Elisei found him, tending tables in Mostro Lounge with that same suave grin that made Elisei want to punch him in the face.

Conniving asshole.

Elisei just grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him off to the side with a pissed off expression, he was not happy knowing that when he asked for Pyotr help, the latter stole his keys.

"I know you took my keys and I want them back."

He spat out, before letting go of the conman in question and crossed his arms. Elisei wasn't a big fan of the Octavinelle dorm and would rather get this over and done with.

Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.

Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.

Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.

@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev

── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"

Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.

He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.

He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.

“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.

“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”

"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."

The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.

"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."

Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.

Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.

“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”

Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.

He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.

"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."

He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.

"I know I'm going to regret this.."

He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.

"So, where are we going?"

He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.

“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.

"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"

His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.

It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.

“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”

"How.. kind of you to take the blame."

"Sure, Give it here."

More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student

Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.

“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”

Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.

"What do I do with it now?"

He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.

“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.

Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.

He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.

He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Did you find it?"

Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.

"I think I understand now."

Elisei reassembled the small rectangular box and handed it back to him, once more dusting himself off.

As a habit he crossed his arms and looked around. Before looking back to the Octavinelle student.

"Why must you get into all sorts of trouble? I just don't see how it's worth it."

“I find my ways to get out of it.” Pyotr replies smoothly as he returns his kit to his blazer pocket and gives Elisei a cheshire smile.

“Now then, my apprentice, if you ever need help with a lock you can't get into, you know where to find me!” Cocky jerk. Pyotr bows with a flourish and walks off.

It's only when he's gone does Elisei realize the key to his dorm room has been stolen.

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Elisei had taken the time after Pyotr's leave to go back to Diasomnia, not thinking much of what he said as he stood outside his dorm room.

He patted down his clothes in hope to find his key but he couldn't find it, although he was sure he'd kept it safe.

That conniving jerk! Elisei realised Pyotr must have taken the key when he wasn't looking, now he has to go and see his irritating face again.

"That jerk..I'm going to strangle him."

He murmurs before storming off in search for the culprit.

Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.

Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.

Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.

@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev

── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"

Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.

He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.

He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.

“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.

“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”

"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."

The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.

"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."

Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.

Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.

“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”

Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.

He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.

"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."

He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.

"I know I'm going to regret this.."

He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.

"So, where are we going?"

He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.

“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.

"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"

His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.

It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.

“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”

"How.. kind of you to take the blame."

"Sure, Give it here."

More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student

Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.

“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”

Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.

"What do I do with it now?"

He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.

“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.

Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.

He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.

He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Did you find it?"

Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.