Thread: Be my Slave! (QB X Celeste)

Even Sarah knew when to stop poking around. Everyone had their secrets, for one Sarah was no saint when it came to just that. Ahh. Alright she tried to play off her unease with a smile, but anyone with a perceptive mind knew she was a bit put off by her sudden hesitation. While Tia was a bit of a timid girl, when she was displeased she becomes a bit...hard to deal with, so to speak. An ounce more bitter, resolute and spiteful, to say. Of course Sarah did not like it, but judging by her actions she wasn't feeling the least bit happy with something. If only... Megan, on the other hand, didn't seem the least bit restrained when she made that comment about being a dog. Ehehe...I...I guess so... Laughing nervously, she patted Megan's shoulder, usually a physical sign that she shouldn't poke too far. Sometimes Megan was a bit dim, but Sarah knew she was only doing her best to cheer her up, that's for sure. Well, about the next part, she might have to disagree. If anything he seemed to try and avoid people whenever they may be, but whenever she was close or when he 'thinks' no one is there you would often hear him rambling about or mentioning some sacred artifact which, in reality was just a mundane object he so glorified. But for now, as to soften her mood, Sarah nodded in agreement. Sarah chimed in as well. You know, Mackenzie's cute and single. You should toooootally make a move towards him! she said, I'm sure he likes you too! Then again, everyone seemed to like him. It was so easy to make him blush and lose his words, often left stuttering as red as a beet, trying his best to assemble his words. He was just the archetypal 'shy yet handsome' kind of person. Even she thinks that he was quite handsome, but he wasn't her type, so to say. When Tia mentioned going elsewhere, she wondered Where are you going? she asked, tilting her head. Judging by the way she said such words she knew that she wasn't in the mood to be deterred. When she was gone, she asked to Megan Where has she gone to? taking a sip out of her juice box, she couldn't help but wonder. Perhaps the washroom? Or a teacher's office? Who knows? But for sure, she just ate her lunch, pressing Megan as she asked So...what do you like most 'bout Mackenzie? Is it the looks? Halt, servant of the Eightieth Planeswalker! Oh dear, not HIM of all people! Standing at the end of the hallway, just beside exasperated students stood the same blue-haired boy, hand opened and blocking his eyes, arm held out beside him diagonally in some sort of a corny pose reminiscent of an action manga, A slave must not go without her mentor! It goes against the natural order of things! While 'Slave' to him meant pretty much servant, it was easy to take it out of context, just as Tia had. The fact he spoke in a voice slightly louder than normal talking voice served to further the embarrassment. Who knows when the wicked Minions of Waldstein would strike?! Is it not better to join hands at a time when battle is nigh, Naila Lazen? For anyone's information, Naila Lazen was his fantasy name for Tia, when he had to use a name that wasn't either servant or slave apparently Naila Lazen was the apprentice to the Eightieth Planeswalker Balodren Moonfall, someone he has yet to introduce to her. Him? He considered himself as Judecca, the Angel of the Eight Seal, destined to bring light to the world. Or something. Come now, Oh slave of the Eightieth, let us feast! Sustenance for now can sustain a soul for many days! Translation? Let's go eat Lunch. By this time, alot of the students grew tired of making snide remarks about Nathaniel, who often gets irritated when not called Angel of Judecca, the Angel or any variation thereof. And while Slave and Servant seemed rather interchangeable or even a sign of respect, it was degrading and almost embarassing to be called as such in public! And so, he held his hands. What say you, Naila, Slave of Lord Moonfall?