Of Lions, Hares, and Wolves. {Dimitri and Remi~}

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SIEFFRE DE SAUVETERRE *
DO YOU ERASE AND REPLACE
W H A T | Y O U | F E E L ?

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Compared to the last time he'd been out the weather was little more than a drizzle. So the umbrella was enough to keep them dry during their quick walk over. His mood had dimmed some what while traveling through the rain. But at the very least they had managed to get to the mall with out either of them getting soaked. Aside from feeling a bit tired after the long night he had had before that, basically nearly drowning, he was fine. Although Sieffre did stay rather close to Dimitri, feeling a bit uncomfortable at being in a place with so many people with out his usual coping device, after all the other male seemed to be far more comfortable with the whole being surrounded in a rather large area far better. They were passing an electronic store when he finally reached out and gently poked Dimitri's shoulder.

Another nervous shift and he glanced towards the shop again. Half wondering if Dimitri had even heard him before he moved passed the other boy tugging lightly at his sleeve as he went by. Obviously heading towards the electronics store. Now that he was moving faster he seemed a bit more calm than before. He stopped in front of the iPod section and crouched looking at the various styles they had there. Pressing a hand against the glass he sighed softly.

"Wish I had the money to afford a new one..." He spoke more to himself than to anyone else. Quietly remembering the exact circumstances that he had come to loosing both his iPod and cell phone. But then in his panic, or perhaps lack there of, in falling in to the freezing ocean it was hardly surprising that he had lost a few things in his attempt to escape from drowning. Absently he ran his fingers along one side of his neck where his nearly permanent head phones usually were. It was strange not having the comforting presence of the head phones around his neck. And already he could feel the feeling of fear sink down in to his stomach.

He flinched when someone brushed passed him nearly hitting his own head against the glass. Sieffre sucked in a heavy breath. Holding it in for a few moments in an effort to remain calm and not freak out. It really was rare for him to go out with out the comfort of music. Biting his lip he stood and took a few steps back to put his back against the wall, muttering something that might have been an apology to the person he nearly ran in to. Crossing his arms he hunched his shoulders and closed his eyes putting his efforts in just trying to keep his breathing even and calm. Trying to ignore the fact that he probably looked rather odd hunched against a wall in an electronics shop and wondering if Dimitri had failed to notice him walk away. The worst part of it was he wouldn't have been too surprised if the wolf had lost him in the crowd or just forgotten and went off to do something else.

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Tagged: Remi~
Outfit: Hurr
Word Count: 524
Images: Word Banners made with the help of textspace.net.
Image created by LunatiikTwi of Deviantart
Lyrics: Cinema Bizarre
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OOC comment: o.o Sorry?

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[Remi Lucien Fitzroy]

Trees were everywhere, standing majestic and tall. Their large, thick, moss-covered branches stretched into the indigo night sky and shielded the dozens of twinkling stars with it’s foliage from sight. But even more numerous than these great trees were the men who stood beneath them. They were poised to attack, gazes menacing and their knives so thickly sheathed in blood that they screamed the stories of hundreds of those who had passed. And in the middle of them, undeterred by there harsh expressions and intentions, stood Remi Fitzroy - a smirk upon his pale face and his chest puffed out. He was confident that he could take them down.

Without even waiting for the bandits to lunge, Remi made the first move. He launched himself at them and swung his shining blade about, slaughtering man upon man. One by one they fell to the ground at his feet. And soon enough, there was but one single man left. Remi gave a daunting smirk and circled the man. “Here we go…” He growled softly, getting ready to land the final blow upon the brute’s great, fat head. “Get ready to die you miserable, son of a…!” He brought the sword down so hard that whistled as it sliced through the air, satisfaction of the deed filling him before he even saw the man stagger to the floor. It was done.

Polyphonic tones rolled and reverberated in the air and Remi stepped back from the glowing television screen, grinning from ear to ear. Ahh, it had been a long time since he’d had that much fun playing a video game. Actually, it had been a long time since he’d played a video game at all. The last game system he had ever owned was a regular, old PlayStation (that’s right, one of the first grey editions) and the last game he’d played on it was one of the installments of the Spyro series. And he’d clobbered the hell out of that game. No really, he’d beaten it in two days: it was a record that had left his friends in France staring open-mouthed in disbelief.

But hey, he loved video games. He always had. The challenge of getting something right, having to figure out what exact combination of buttons to push in order to taste sweet, sweet victory. Being able to shout and yell and experience so many emotions all once without having to really do much of any work. And best of all, there was no real risk Other than losing. He loved playing them so much, that the moment he had wandered into the electronics store at the mall and spotted a PlayStation 3 gaming console, he rushed over as quickly as he could; giving as many “excuse me’s” as he could while nearly bulldozing over a sweet old man. It hadn’t occurred to Remi how odd it looked. A kid his age, sixteen years old, dressed from black from head to painted nail, to booted toe, and thick, brown hair fluffing up and away from his head, playing a gaming console like he was five years old. He’d narrow his eyes and twist his sharp features into a snarl as characters who opposed him. He’d cheer for the ones who would help him. He’d even mock some of the minor characters - just for kicks. He was loud and proud, and people stared as they passed him. This went on for hours.

It wasn’t until after three hours of playing, that Remi decided it was time to turn in his controller. As much as it pained him to set it back on its display and turn away, it was time. There were other matters that needed tending to, and while playing the game was enjoyable, it simply was a waste of his valuable time. There was still homework to do, after all. And he was behind on his work as it was. Heaving a low sigh, yet still grinning from his unforgotten victory over the bandits in the woods, he and his big black boots made their way to the exit. Careless as he was in this fit of victory-induced ecstasy, his nearly arm brushed against someone near the iPod display. Inwardly, he cursed. “Uh, sorry… My b-” He fell short when he turned and saw the victim of his not-so-heinous crime.

There, hunched against the wall with his eyes wrenched shut, was a male around his own age. His silvery, blonde-white hair was beautiful, and Remi almost would have been jealous. If he wasn’t so distracted by the kid’s odd behavior. Why on earth would he be pressed up against the wall like that? Biting down on his lip and crossing his arms over his chest as though trying to keep his heart from leaping out of his chest? Really, it was strange. And yet… it was amusing. Remi gave a toothy, felinely grin. “Easy there, kid. I’m not gonna plow you over or anything. I already got my fill of that on my way in.” He purred smoothly, teasingly as his feet moved beneath him slowly. One step… two steps… he was three step closer now. Grey orbs framed by thick fans of lashes and streaks of eyeliner gleamed with a predatory light and he addressed the male again - completely unaware that he was with anyone else. If he had known, he might not have decided to egg the boy on so much. He might not have gave that smug little wink as he took one more step forward,

[/size] "I won’t bite… I promise…”[/color][/b] He had to hold back a laugh. Perhaps it was nature and instinct kicking in, as lions often prey on the animals they see as weak, or perhaps it was just because Remi was in a humorous mood. But for whatever reason, it seemed that he had just started a little game of cat and mouse.



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note: yeah sorry this took so long @_@ gave up on finding a template. also >>;;; i hope that sieffre will not be too afraid.

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

Of Lions, Hares, and Wolves.

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[/i]. Dimitri reaches down, one hand grabbing the back of the boy's collar, the other hand on his waist, clutching his shirt. He yanks the boy up, fast and hard to disorients him. He then yanks straight back, sticking his foot out as he leans back. He drags the boy backwards, across his foot so he begins to topple over. He shoves the boy away, sending him crashing, flipping over backwards, collapsing along with the rack of cd's. " No, but I might, you piece of crap." He turns and looks at Sieffre. He reaches down and yanks the boy up, brushing him off a bit.

He takes one quick look back at this boy sprawled upon the floor, then back at Sieffre. " I think it's time for us to leave, Sie. " He latches onto Sie's arm, dragging him up and away. He quickly pulls them out of the store, looking back at where the boy was.




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Credit: To Shaggy!
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[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

SIEFFRE DE SAUVETERRE *
DO YOU ERASE AND REPLACE
W H A T | Y O U | F E E L ?

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Back pressed against the wall he felt a little bit safer, at least, and with his eyes closed he just kept taking shallow breaths. Mentally counting backwards in an attempt to keep himself mostly calm and not just bolt away from it all. He had no idea how any one could handle going to an unknown place and manage to keep calm. It terrified him to go places that he had never gone to before, and took nothing short of him being dragged by the hair at times, and the mall was just one of those places he avoided as much as possible. Too big and too much to try and deal with at one times. Another breath dragged in to his lungs concentrating on his mental count as someone passed by him.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6-

His eyes snapped open at the sound of someone near by talking the true meaning of their words slipping by him in the face of his fear. For a moment he merely stared at the floor beside heavy black boots slowly he looked up taking in the boy’s equally dark clothing and then finally he reached the other boys face. He blinked taking a few moments to absorb what it was that had been said to him. While the quiet back part of his mind noted he was very much jealous that this stranger had such amazing looking hair and absently wondered just how much effort went to it every morning. He blinked again and tilted his head slightly to the right covering most of his face with his hair. Still trying to become one with the wall as the unnamed boy took three slow steps towards him. ‘I won’t bite, I promise’ The words had barely reached Sieffre, and he just barely managed to draw in a shaking breath, before all hell managed to break loose with the arrival of Dimitri.

The wolf seemed to all but appear from thin air and his body seemed to be thick with lethal intent. He himself shrunk back against the wall as the less human part of his mind screamed to get the hell out of there while the predators were distracted with each other. The more human part of his mind watched in numb horror as his friend practically man handled the stranger with a frightening ease. Like Dimitri had done it before, and would do it again, how in the world could someone toss a person around with such careless ease? He dropped his head choosing not to watch and tried to remember to just breathe, breathe, and not panic. His body was shuddering with the suppressed urge to just run and get the hell away. Once they are done fighting they will eat me…!

Quite suddenly he was jerked to his feet, his body stiffened exponentially at that simple action, and pulled away by the arm. He followed, not that he had much of a choice to do otherwise, smelling the scent of wolves hardly helping matters. Sieffre sucked in another breath half wondering he was even breathing properly, surely he wasn’t, his entire chest felt tight, and his heart felt like it would surely just beat right through the heavy bones that made up his chest. Another breath of wolf tainted air filled his lungs. He was surrounded by wolves and he could see sharp glittering fangs as the beasts laughed at him plotting his death at their teeth.

Sieffre twisted suddenly, ignoring the pain that shot through his arm at that action, and swung. He had no idea of what he was aiming for, exactly, other than whatever he hit was about head height for him and he was promptly let go. Even though it had been what he was trying to do which had been get free it was still a bit of a surprise to be let go. Yet again his back hit a wall.

Wall…?

Sieffre turned his head slightly to confirm that he was indeed against a wall. Which meant he had likely been imagining the wolves from before, or perhaps remembering, and had actually hit someone trouble was he didn’t have the faintest clue as to who in the hell it had been that had grabbed him in the first place. He covered his hands with his face, feeling a little bit less than well, and just willed for everything to end with the earth just swallowing him whole. His stomach rebelled against the thought abruptly tightening and leaving him dizzy.

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Tagged: Remi~
Outfit: Hurr
Word Count: 757
Images: Word Banners made with the help of textspace.net.
Lyrics: Cinema Bizarre
Layout: Mine
OOC comment: Well... Uh... o.o

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[Remi Lucien Fitzroy]

It was always so amusing to watch them squirm. Remi couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t help himself. There was a sick, twisted sort of pleasure he got from watching the silver-haired boy press up against the wall and draw in that shaky breath. He wanted to toy with him some more, tease him, taunt him. He’d done this a number of times before and it never got old. However, it wasn’t meant to be. In a matter of seconds, all too soon for him to even fully understand what was going on, he was thrust upwards by his collar, and tugged backwards. And suddenly, briefly, he was flying. Flying backwards like a retarded bird in a very backwards sky.

With a crash, Remi collided with a rack of CD’s and sent them crashing into the ground with him. He gasped softly. Dear God, what had just happened? He was so… confused! A sharp pain shot up his spine, radiating from the center. And he was dizzy. Man, was he dizzy. He laid there as shoppers scuttled toward the exit and tossed concerned looks at the three of them, unaware that he’d just been incredibly and embarrassingly clobbered by a fellow student. “No, but I might, you piece of crap.” He barely heard the rough response.

A toxic, disgusting stench reached Remi as he lay there, trying to understand what in the hell had just happened to him. It reeked of dog - or something like it, anyways. It wasn’t anything he had smelled before, but there was something familiar about it. Something he had smelled in coyotes, or perhaps in domestic dogs back when he had lived in France. Of course… Right now, that didn’t really matter. All he could think of was getting to his feet and repairing his bruised ego - right after he took a shot at whoever had sent him flying backwards.

Rolling off of the masses of crushed CD’s, he managed to get to his feet. He smoothed down his wild hair, attempting to tame it a little as he finally glanced back to where he’d last been standing. And there was the culprit, tugging on the arm of the silver haired boy and guiding him toward the exit of the store. He couldn‘t really see the pair all that well, as they were rushing off, but a white hot anger flashed through his body and before his eyes.

“Oh no…” Remi growled to himself, starting to follow them, “You’re not getting away that easily.”

But he had started walking all too soon, because in a few moments he would be frozen to the spot. Suddenly, the silver haired boy had turned and landed a punch right on the other boy and immediately had slammed his back onto a wall again. It was an odd, yet satisfying sight. After all, he’d just been hurtled into the air like a javelin by the kid. Brushing aside his humiliation, he closed in on the pair at a steady gait, his smirk back in place. “Well, well… I was gonna beat the crap outta’ him, but I see you took care of that for me, huh? Suppose I shouldn’t toy with you if you’ve just saved me the trouble.” He snorted before glancing at the darker haired boy, clearly amused by all of this.


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[Dimitri Zhukov]

Lions, Hares, and wolves

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[/b][/i] he asks, looking over at the boy. Touching his jaw in shock, rubbing slightly. It didn't hurt, not at all, but it was a psychosomatic response to surprise to touch an area that had been affected. He's about to say something, about to question the rabbit when he sees a flash of flamboyant red hair bounding towards them. "Shit.." he thinks, turning in his spot towards the boy. "I let him get too close.." he thinks.

He'd been planning on sending Sie off a bit and potentially grabbing something to knock the red-head into oblivion to force him to get the hint to leave them alone. Now though, the boy was upon them and so his options had limited themselves. He looks at the boy, about to speak again when he feels the need to make some cocky comment. " “Well, well… I was gonna beat the crap outta’ him, but I see you took care of that for me, huh? Suppose I shouldn’t toy with you if you’ve just saved me the trouble.” "

He scoffs a bit. "Alright, kitten-man. First of all, who are you to speak? Secondly, he didn't "take care" of me, as you'd have like to think. Third, I'd love to see you "beat the crap outta me" So feel free to go ahead and try. " He turns back to sieffre. "Are you ok Sie? Feeling alright? You don't look so good..hm.. " He turns back to the new, fem-me boy.

"Alright, well we don't need you following us anymore, so..." He twists his foot around, hooking it behind the new boy's ankle. He whips his hand forward, touching it to the boy's face, his palm covering over his face. " Begone kitty.." He says as he shoves hard, knocking them boy over his foot, sending him tumbling backwards. He turns around, looking at one of those little impromptu cafes that they happened to be next to.

He grabs a chair and hooks it around to in front of him. He pushes the seat over at Sieffre, letting it stop in front of him. "Have a seat, you should rest Sie. " He tilts his head a bit, eyes shifting sideways, keeping the boy in his sight this time. He slowly reaches his foot back, slowly sliding another chair within range of him, just in case this boy wanted to start something.



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Notations: Lol, mine is short too. fun though
Credit: To Shaggy!
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[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

SIEFFRE DE SAUVETERRE *
DO YOU ERASE AND REPLACE
W H A T | Y O U | F E E L ?

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With his back pressed up against the wall it was literally the only thing that was keeping him on his feet. And he was barely staying on his feet at that his arms were curled around his body again. Just barely drawing enough air in to keep conscious quiet obvious that he was no where near close to running through his panic attack and returning to a bit more sane state of mind. Quietly, to himself and under his breath, he was muttering something although what ever he was muttering it wasn't in English. Dragging in another, deeper, breath he opened his eyes to look at Dimitri as the sound of one of the shortened versions of his name.

"J-"

[/b] He flinched at the sound of the other person talking, the unnamed one, so he looked towards the newer male. Slowly he was starting to come down from his high of fear not quite enough though since it took him several minutes of blank staring before he seemed to get what it was that Remi had said. He hunched his shoulders and glanced towards his friend at about the same time that the other reacted. Yet again the new male was knocked off of his feet, Sieffre couldn't help but feel slightly bad for the guy, after all all that the poor guy had been doing was walk by when he had started to freak out in the first place. Again he flinched when Dimitri pushed a chair in his direction. Seeming to curl up on himself for a few moments and pressing closer to the wall. Carefully he pealed away from the wall very suddenly appearing calm, only his shaking hands gave away the fact he wasn't nearly as calm as he seemed, and looked between the two for a long moment. Taking a shallow breath he took the three or four steps space that had been between him and Remi. Stopping a little with in arms reach he offered a hand.

"Je suis vraiment désolé." He paused for a moment seeming to realize what he had just said. Wondering why in the world he had spoken in a language he barely knew, other than what he had picked up from his Father and books, with a slight shake of his head he broke away from those thoughts. Fighting to remain calm enough to try and stop the two of them from ripping each other apart at least for a while. "Or more simply I am really sorry.

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He waited until the cat managed to get back on to his feet before he even considered to continue to talk, quietly, trying to distract his mind from the fear that still sizzled through his veins. Must have been what a firecracker felt after the fuse had been lit. A sense of anticipation and doom before they just exploded. Standing in between the two he couldn't help but wonder if he'd just be squished like the insignificant thing he was. But taking a calming breath he managed to force a smile on to his face, if only slightly strained, and added. "I'm Sieffre, by the way, what is your name?"[/color][/size][/blockquote]

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Tagged: Remi~
Outfit: Hurr
Word Count: 652
Images: Word Banners made with the help of textspace.net.
Lyrics: Cinema Bizarre
Layout: Mine
OOC comment: Haah. .-. Not what I wanted but it's the best that I came up with.

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[Remi Lucien Fitzroy]

Never had Remi seen such a timid creature as this silver-haired beauty of a boy. He was trembling, pressed up against the wall as though he wanted to become part of it. As though he wanted to disappear into its depths, beyond the view of himself and the male’s dog-stenched friend. He couldn’t help but pity the poor thing. But in the same breath, he felt disgusted by his behavior. What would it take for someone like this boy, who smelled so heavily of rabbit pelt that it made Remi’s mouth water, to gain a little confidence and pull away from the protection of the wall?

But before Remi could even ponder ways to separate the boy from the wall, the dog was addressing him once more. Something about loving to see Remi beat the crap out of him. To this, the lion could only pull his own handsome, yet feminine, features into an unpleasant scowl. What he would have given to be able to shift, right then and there. He would have launched himself at that damned mutt - all 215 pounds of himself would go barreling into the dog’s surely smaller frame and send him crashing into the ground. Of course, even imagining hurting this boy was pointless. Because it was evident that in human form, Remi was easily overpowered by him. After all, he was barely over five and a half feet tall and was under 200 pounds. Trying to knock this kid down would be like throwing a stone at an angry bull - pointless and instantaneous suicide. And Remi wasn’t exactly in the mood to be faced with the sharp, infectious horns of beast. He’d just have to calm his anger some other way.

Well, at least, he thought he would attempt to, until that mongrel was calling him a kitten. Remi just stared at him, his expression an almost humorous mix of horror and disbelief. Kitten-man? Kitten- man? Really!? How… how utterly disrespectful…! And just… just wrong! He was most certainly not a kitten and nor would he put up with being confused for one.

“Now wait just one second!” He hissed, going to take a step closer to the unnamed mutt, “I’ll have you know that I’m not a-” And suddenly, something caught on the back of his tall, platform boots and hooked, a rough hand was ramming into his face and thrusting his head backwards, painfully. He had not even the chance to curse, to recognize what in the hell was happening before, yet again, he found himself falling and stumbling backwards, gravity and momentum working against him in every fashion imaginable. His head smacked against a glass casing as he fell, a sickening thud calling into the air. The impact of his head against solid glass was so hard that the insides of his brain were practically scrambled and thrown downwards into his body - where the remains of it were eaten alive by the acids in his stomach. And for a moment, everything in Remi’s mind was still. All activity paused.

He was so far gone by the time that he opened his unfocused, icy grey eyes, that he didn’t even catch Dimi’s little, snide remark of “Be gone kitty!” And nor would he have been able to full comprehend that the comment was aimed to agitate himself. No, at this moment, Remi was lost in the swirling, consuming pain of a headache large enough to counter an attack from Godzilla - and he was so confused that his intellect had been reverted to something of the I.Q. of a very tiny monkey. It was all he could do, staring up as the fluorescent lights overhead caught and reflected flecks of blue in the grey orbs of his eyes, to realize that a hand was being offered to him. That the owner of this hand was kind - and speaking to him in his own language. The language of his hometown. But where was that beautiful, heaven-sent voice coming from? Surely it was the voice of angel, whispering to him from the clouds of the pouring clouds outside - or maybe from within the air-conditioning unit of the electronics store.

“Je suis vraiment desole.” The cherub chirred, in a voice as smooth as silk. Remi gazed up at where he thought the heavenly being to be and gave a dazed smile, his pearly whites flashing up at the boy. Such a beautiful, pale face… such impressive, diamond-like eyes - sparkling with a bluish hue behind large fans of dark, long lashes… Remi truly thought he had been sent to the life beyond the living. “Or more simply, I’m really sorry…” His angel murmured again, this time in English. Remi didn’t care that it was repetitive - he just wanted to hear the angel speak again. And again. It was such a lovely voice.

But what was this? His angel had turned away for a moment, and was speaking to someone else. No, angel! He wanted to cry, Don’t turn away from me! I want to see your face again! I want to see you, my guardian! And so, in order to gain his attention - and probably because of the hazy cloud hanging over his logic, induced by the casing of phones behind him - Remi grasped his still-extended hand and lifted himself back to the soles of his buckle-covered shoes, only to stagger a bit more until he was leaning against the male. He didn’t think about how it might be awkward for the silver haired boy to have Remi’s face buried in his chest, or that it might be strange for his arms to be strewn around the male’s waist - after all, could angels even feel when something was awkward or out of place? All he could think about was the beauty of his angel and wanting to be close to him. “I’m Sieffre by the way.” Oh? Was his angel talking again? Remi gave that same hazy grin while listening to the male attentively. “What’s your name?”

““Mon anges…” Remi purred and nuzzled Sieffre’s chest, reveling in the beauty of his name. ““Who would know that an angel could speak my own native tongue? I suppose that if I have died, I am glad that you are my guardian, Sieffre… and…” he gave an odd laugh and stumbled slightly, as though drunk, “Silly angel! You should know my name! You know all, just like all spirits! But I guess I’ll humor you!” He laughed again and wiggled, “Je m’appelle Remi Lucien Fitzroy~! Remi’s just fine though.” Needless to say, when Remi would finally come back to his senses, he would be thoroughly humiliated. That it, if he were even able to recall any of this.



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[Dimitri Zhukov]

Wolves, Lions, Rabbits

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[/i] personality couldn't be that well liked. He did, however think he'd have made some friends and allies at this point. He was, unfortunately at this point, far from that. He'd made a friend out of Sieffre, even if it was somewhat by force. He had ...something, something unique and fun with Rin, but that was..different. He'd make some sort of half-cocked friend with Lela too, but that was pretty much it.

He'd gotten under most people's skin one way or another. He'd pissed off student and teacher alike. None were spared his outspoken points of view, or his odd analyzing ways. They all suffered it in the same way. To avoid it, you'd need to kill him. He would not stop, he would not quit. He'd be who he was until the day he died, well that or until he suffered a blow to the head, causing total blackout amnesia, but the chances of that weren't very good. He'd continue to live the life that he wanted, and no one would make him do otherwise. He had claimed a friend in Sieffre, and he'd be damned if this odd, "goth" cat, would take him from him.

He grumbles, muttering a string of obscenities under his breath as he stalks towards the two others. Not only was this loser encroaching on his friend, but he was now rambling about in the language of cowards. The language that reminded everyone there was a nation of cheese eating, wine drinking, pansies with a penchant for running away that existed in the world. He rolls his eyes, storming over to them. He puts on arm on Sie's shoulder, the other on Remi's beginning to push them apart. " Do us both the favor and stop embarrassing yourself, feline." He says, managing to separate the hold Remi had on Sie's waist.

He pushes Remi away a bit, leaving Sie on his own for the moment. He sits the boy down, a tad forcefully, out of anger and malice, while trying to respect Sie's wishes, as best he could. "Look, leave my friend and I alone, and you won't bring anymore trouble on yourself, alright? Just leave, us , be! " He tells him. Dimi stands up, looking over the boy once more. "Ne pas utiliser cette langue du lâche autour de moi. C'est honteux, et je ne l'aime pas, donc le regarder. " He takes a few steps away. Got it? Use a language with some decency to it at least. "Как русский язык. Никакие трусы там, только маньяки. До свидания теперь, друг. * "

He walks back over to Sie. " I don't want you hanging around that cat, you understand me? He'll be nothing but trouble. Not to mention, I think he..has a crush on you or something. Although that might just be the head wound. But either way. Keep away." He says. He takes a semi firm hold of Sie's arm as he begins to pull him away. Not tight enough to hurt Sie, but more then enough to not be broken by some fluke arm flail. " Come on Sie, I've got some stuff to show you anyway.." He says, glancing back at the odd cat boy.

* Like Russian. No cowards there, only maniacs. Now goodbye, "friend".






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