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fyi, Wolfgang lives in the 1930s
Nice
Btw, this guy is probably unnecessarily strict, so neither characters need to like him
Master Ruan
Master Ruan didn’t give Wolfgang’s name as much as a nod. To Ruan, in this school, titles meant nothing. Hundreds of students flaunted their titles when they first arrived, trying to wriggle their way out of trouble. Little weasels.
His mind alerted him to something. Whenever he focused on the other boy, his temples pounded as if he had a horrible headache.
That boy was hiding blood. Ruan could sense it. He beckoned him to come closer. “Give me your hand. Now.”
The boy obediently held it out. Scratches lay on his palm, tinted red. They weren’t deep, but looked as if they stung.
Ruan’s eyes narrowed. To his heightened senses, any open wound was like a sharp, pounding beacon in his brain. If he had been on the other side of the academy, he could have quickly tracked the boy down.
Ruan traced the scratches and concentrated. Power surged through his veins. The blood began to clot together, drying as it thickened. Soon the boy was left with a painless scab.
Nausea filled Ruan’s stomach, and he swallowed, keeping his composure. He stroked his lower lip and blinked fiercely at Wolfgang. “You would do well to accept a professor’s reprimand first, and explain yourself after.”
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Ugh. I just did my final exam, and part way through realized I had somehow missed listening to four lectures.
This Raun fellow now, hmm. I would hate to get headaches from people’s paper cuts. XD Wilhelm is going to be flabbergasted.
Wilhelm
His hand! Wilhelm stared at it, momentarily losing contact with what was going on around him. The man had healed it. It was either a miracle or bewitchment because no matter how shallow, wounds did not scab over that quickly. And Wilhelm had no way of knowing which it was.
He didn’t even know how to deescalate this situation. He tried to show compliance to authority. That usually calmed the waters. He murmured his thanks and backed a few steps away, gaze shuttered.
He had so much to learn.
At least he wasn’t the only one, apparently. Wolfgang needed to be careful. Politics were at stake!
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Wolfgang
Leaned his back against the banister, hands resting on either side of him, he wasn’t interesting in this man or what he was doing. Wolfgang didn’t mind figures of authority–– not that he ran into many–– but he disliked stuffy, unimaginative, stiff adults. He had run into plenty of those. “So you’re the professor, nice to meet you.” He glanced at Wilhelm. “You coming?”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
I am afraid my characters often have a stubborn, independent streak. Wilhelm has it so badly. XD Once something is in his head, it is not coming out. Which means it will be interesting if he and Wolfgang do become friends, as I suppose they would both have stubborn streaks.
Wilhelm
“Coming?” Wilhelm studied Wolfgang. The question was both amusing and oddly rankling. “We might be going the same way, yes.”
“Are we dismissed, Sir?” He bowed to the professor or prophet or witch or whatever the man was. He touched a knuckle to his forehead as well, considering this was one of the adults of the place. And he really wanted that cheese in its nice brown wrappings safely stored away in that spare crate in his room. If the man detained them any longer, he might do something desperate.
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Master Ruan
“You are dismissed.” Ruan did not move, instead choosing to watch them go. His mouth was tight, as if it belonged to someone in perpetual hunger. It seemed to tighten even more the longer he stood there.
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Wolfgang
He hooked his arm through Wilhelm’s and pulled him down a hall, leaning close to laughingly whisper, “So that’s what you meant about trouble. If you’re worried about fellow’s like him, make yourself at ease. They like to say things but they never carry through. ‘A man who looked as though he’d drunk the cup of life and found a beetle at the bottom’, that’s how I’d describe him,” he added with a chuckle.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Oh boy.
Wilhelm
He slid his arm out of Wolfgang’s, although he kept walking the same direction.
“I do not like that man, and I certainly do not trust him, but I will not listen to you talk like that.” The words rattled in Wilhelm’s throat, but he kept his tone steady. “It is wicked to slight authority. Deathly wicked.”
He did not mention the vow he had taken when he was named esquire, although it paraded itself unbidden through his mind.
I am bound by all loyalty and love to the Holy Sword and Eternal Hope. To learn by due course the duty of the House of Kemp. To devote myself bodily to the service of my Lord the Light Elisai, and his Firey Band. In doing so may I gain immortal honor in Their halls. In forfeiting my duty, I forfeit my life. May I die the death if I break this vow.
It was the last part that kept him awake on stormy nights. What did it mean to “die the death” exactly?
The master Raun was not part of his order, but it still unnerved him. Unless Wolfgang had reason to outright call the man a fiend, it was best to keep one’s lips shut.
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