Peaceful, Isn't It? [Nihel]

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[atrb=vAlign, top]	[atrb=vAlign, top]		[atrb=vAlign, top] Ahhh, Tulipa Lake. It really is a wonderful place to relax in. The sun was out and shining and there was a wonderful breeze. The birds were chirping and the fish were swimming. And Damian was taking advantage of it. Underneath the shade of a tree, Damian was sitting, his back leaning against the trunk. In his hand was a small novel he had bought from the general store a few days ago. His face was covered by his usual mask and headband, and he donned a olive-green jacket that looks too stuffy for a summer's day. His single visible eye was locked onto the novel, his other hand reaching up to turn the pages every so often. He had also brought along a large bento box, as well as a couple of water bottles. Along with that, he had his sword, an elegant-looking black wakizashi. Training is one of the few things, next to reading and cooking, that he finds to be enjoyable. With his kind of past, he could never really be too careful. It was also due to this training that he picked up the noise of someone approaching him. Instinctively, he bookmarked where he left off in the novel and formed a needle made out of his magic ice in a matter of seconds. Then, his mind came back in control, making him loosen up. But he still kept the needle, just in case. Without turning, he spoke. "May I help you?"

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[NIHEL R.]

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[atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top] words, 436 tags, damiannn notes, he comes in peace Most people would find it odd that Nihel went outdoors once in a while. The people closest to him - though there were few - would probably find it odd that he even went outdoors at all. The gray haired nineteen-year-old found it amusing that people even thought about such things. Though he sometimes caught himself doing just the same. Useless thinking, he called it. He was outdoors, however, and he was going to be outdoors for a while. He was a biochemist, after all. The study of chemical transformations in living organisms was his domain, but he needed samples to research. That was why he was on what his former teachers would call a 'field trip' right now. Probably the only reason why he was content with his current home was the possibility for a larger flora, though he would rather he had a larger access to lab resources. Then again, no one would find out what he was up to out here, so it was fine. His brother did a fine job keeping appearances up anyway. Because he hadn't been living in Primula for the longest time, there was still so much left unexplored by him. Today he was focusing on the lake, though. He'd brought with him tubes and vials, in case he found some interesting specimens, but it wans't like he was expecting much. He just liked to be prepared. And he liked to work alone, although that didn't seem like was going to be the issue. Arriving at the scene he saw someone else close by. Sitting under a tree was a peculiar man. He had half spiked silver hair and was covering his breathing holes with some sort of fabric. Odd, Nihel thought. Why would anyone dress up so much during summer? It was a pretty humid day as well, which was why he had clothed himself in a v-necked t-shirt and shorts. Nihel shuddered at the thought of how hot it must've been for -- whoever it was. Then, a second later, the man formed some sort of needle in his hand and aimed it at him. Nihel jolted, taking a step back. Was this man hostile? "Would you please lower your, uhm, weapon?" He put his hands up, signaling that he was unarmed himself, and harmless. At least for whatever he would know. Why in the world would he be so defensive out here, though? Then he noticed that he was reading a book. A very familiar novel, he saw as he squinted towards it while covering his eyes from the sunlight. It was one of his own.

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[atrb=vAlign, top]	[atrb=vAlign, top]		[atrb=vAlign, top] Damian carefully listened to the voice of the man behind him. There was no malice; only a bit of fear and confusion. Seeing as how the person behind him came in peace and didn't want to gut him, he opened the top of one of the six cylinder-like pockets and slid the needle inside before closing it. He let out a small sigh and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, while turning to the person and giving him an eye-smile. "Ah, sorry... I'm not used to this kind of peace. Where I came from, I had to keep my guard up at all times. Wouldn't want a blade run through your gut or heart now, would you?" While his eye-smile still persisted and his tone stayed lazily upbeat, one could trace a bit of sadness if they listened closely enough. When he opened both eyes (with the black one being the only one visible), he looked at Nihel and saw him looking down at the book he was reading just a moment ago. Damian turned his head forward and picked up the book from his leg, flipping to the page he left off in. "So, what brings you here? I wouldn't expect anyone else to come out so early."

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[NIHEL R.]

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[atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top] words, 457 tags, damiannn notes, this is random Nihel wasn't a people-person. He didn't listen in to understand how they were and how they felt. That wasn't even close to being interesting to him. He'd rather just steal a DNA sample from him and study the genetics. "I suppose it is a rather peaceful place, this town, isn't it," he said, lowering his hands as the man removed the tiny needle from his hand. "I haven't lived here long, but people seem .. content, with life." He shrugged, wondering if that was really the issue in Primula, but he hadn't even seen people raise their hands against each other. He kept his eyes on the novel that the stranger was reading, smiling when it was opened again for use. It wasn't that he didn't come across people reading his novels from time to time, but it was usually in the city. Or at least at the town square. He appreciated it, though. Someone as hostile as this man was - or perhaps he was just extremely defensive, who knew - sitting all the way out here, reading one of his novels. Nihel hadn't even turned twenty yet, but still had published four books. And while he was young and agile, wanting praise for his works, he didn't want to reveal his identity. The novel was written under the name of Francis, and his name wasn't Francis. If he told the stranger that the book he was reading was actually written by himself, he would probably laugh and deny it. Not that he would know his real name to even identify him, but how could a nineteen-year-old have written that novel? His brain kept churning about what to do - though he ultimately decided not to reveal himself - so when the silver haired man asked him why he was there, Nihel was taken off guard. "What? Oh- I'm just doing some research." Not that he would go into detail about what kind of research he was doing. "I thought no one would be here if I came this early." And even though it was pretty early in the morning, the sun had been out for at least a few hours, making it hotter than what he had wanted. Perhaps he should fall back and pick it up another day, possibly after hours. No one would be around to read then, right? It would be too dark. "Say, I noticed you're reading that book there," he said suddenly, pointing unnecessarily to the object in the stranger's hands. "Are you enjoying it?" If he asked why he was asking, he'd just say that he had read it himself. Though the question did seem suspicious, and he wasn't really trying to start a conversation with him either. Oh well.

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[atrb=vAlign, top]	[atrb=vAlign, top]		[atrb=vAlign, top] Though it didn't seem like it at all, Damian does like to talk with others and socialize a little. The only real reason why he doesn't do so very often is because he finds it too troublesome to strike up a conversation. So, when he finally got the ball rolling, he only picked up the book since he found it bothersome to speak to people normally. He always found comfort in speaking with people while fiddling with something else. Of course, had he slid his eyes towards Nihel a second earlier, he would've noticed the smile when he picked up the book again. But he did notice the slight stutter. Either way, he carried on like nothing happened. "Oh? A researcher in this quaint little area? I'm impressed." Then, Nihel mentioned something about being here early. To this, Damian chuckled. "Yeah, I've actually been here for an hour before you came along. I was actually going to train, but I got distracted." If Nihel looked a little closer at Damian, he'd find no sweat marks or stains on his clothing, despite the humidity and heat. Keeping his jacket full of magic ice was a smart, yet simple idea he came up with a while back when he was still living in the other area. It served as a perfect way to store ice, just in case. The natural coolness was just a side benefit or curse, depending on the season. Now came the interesting part. Damian kept glancing over at Nihel, but when he started to ask a question, he kept his single eye looking towards Nihel. His voice had a little hint of something; what it was, he really couldn't discern. He could tell all the negative emotions from tone, but positive? He's gonna need some work on that. But the motion of pointing at his book was something else that Damian kept in his mind. So, he decided to test something out. He kept his voice uninterested and monotone, just the way it usually is, and shifted a little. He made it seem like he was keeping his eye on his book, but he was actually looking at Nihel for a reaction. "Hm? Why do you ask? It's almost like you're expecting me to say something good about it. I mean, it's not like you're the one who wrote it, right?"

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[NIHEL R.]

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[atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top] words, 000 tags, damiannn notes, this is random Despite how much Nihel wanted to move along and get on with the gathering material for his research, he found it difficult to do so while being looked at. For some reason, Nihel didn't like being watched. At least not during his 'field trips'. One of the reasons he always went alone. It wouldn't be too bad to strike up a conversation with this man, though. Perhaps he would leave, having been there for quite some time already. Though maybe he was just waiting to finish the book, as he was saying he was going to train. Train for what? Nihel squinted his eyes at the man, though made sure not to make any eye contact with him. He had been threatening him earlier on. "A researcher has to go where he finds his research, I suppose," he said, trying to evade any suspicious thoughts or movements. "Are you going to train, or are you leaving soon?" Wait, that was probably wrong of him to say, so soon. Suspicious words. Damn it. He would better be more aware of what he was saying and doing, so as not to stir any unwanted activity. "I was only asking if you enjoyed it," Nihel said casually, with no emotion. What was he trying to do, poke a stick at him and make him reveal his secret? No. "I read it too, a few months ago. It was good, but nothing special." It really wasn't anything special either, because it had been a failure from the start. A book not worthy of his name. Well, his pen name. In fact, he had been trying to get it out of sale for a while, as he didn't want people to read it and feel disgusted with him. It was a romance novel, but had no real interesting plot to it. He had written it on a tight schedule, so the love was just not there. Only affection. He shrugged, moving over to the edge of the water, looking over to the small and quaint cafe in the middle of the pool. Maybe he would go for a coffee.

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