Elitest war rp

[mackzazzle]

An elitest war rp with fantasy magic! Oooh~

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A rare moment of peace, when the fighting has paused momentarily, how nice. A boy who looked far too young to be a soldier sat in the corner on his bed, polishing up a knife that had a few too many blood stains on it.

[Takeshi]

The soldier who shared a bunk with him sat on his own bed- the top bunk, writing in his diary. No-one knew he had it- they'd probably try to read it or steal it or even burn it if they did. He wasn't bullied- not in particular, but like most boys across the world, the soldiers in his unit would take the mick of anything they could.

[mackzazzle]

Seiya sighed and put the knife down, it was suitably clean for now. He looked at the blood soaked cloth he'd used to clean it and balled it up, throwing it into the bin across the room. "Score" he said monotonely, picking the knife up by it's blade and lying back on his bed.

[Takeshi]

Kazu looked up as he heard the cloth go into the bin. "Nice one," he commented quietly, not really a compliment so much as a generic comment. He continued to scribble away in his diary, making full use of the peace that he had in the tiny tin can they called a room.

[mackzazzle]

Seiya shrugged "Not really, the bins not that far away" he pointed out, holding his knife up by the blade and tossing it in the air, catching it on the point again. Show off.

[Takeshi]

Kazu tore a page out of his diary and screwed it up into a ball. He aimed, and threw it. The paper went in easily. "Guess not."

[mackzazzle]

Seiya sighed, then stood up and started pacing. He hated sitting still for too long, he was itching for something to do. Damn it, he was almost longing for an attack, at least then he wouldn't be waiting around for something to happen!

[Takeshi]

Kazu watched Seiya absent-mindedly for a while, then went back to his diary, doodling meaningless pictures now. He felt like he should practice his powers, at least molecular manipulation if nothing else, but he just didn't want to.

[mackzazzle]

What anti social kids, honestly, they'll never get anywhere doing this. Seiya still had his knife out and was still flicking it up and catching it, only more mobile. He was so very bored, there was absolutely nothing to do here!

[Takeshi]

Kazu swung himself down from his bunk and walked over to their tiny window. They'd been taught to fight, but never to enjoy themselves.. He found that quite sad. "When.. when do you think they'll attack?" he asked his bunkmate quietly.

[mackzazzle]

"Hopefully soon" Seiya shrugged "I hate waiting around for them" he mumbled, turning away from Kazu. Honestly, he didn't even know this guys name, so he wasn't really too sure about how to talk to him. This was awkward...

[Takeshi]

Kazu continued to stare out of the window, occasionally glancing behind him at Seiya. He wished he knew how to make conversation. It was clear they were both bored, but they weren't keeping each other company at all despite being in the same room. How long had he bunked with this boy? A week? A month? He couldn't remember- he'd never looked at him before.

[mackzazzle]

And even now he was just looking at the back of the guys head, alas. Seiya wasn't really that interested in conversation really, as he'd never met anyone that he could properly talk to and so didn't realise the fun of conversation. Alas, again.

[Takeshi]

It really is quite woeful the way these two have been brought up isn't it? Kazu sighed and turned, leaning against the wall and staring into space. He wished he had the confidence to speak. It was ironic how he went headfirst into battle without a second thought about his abilities, but struggled to find the courage to talk to one boy.

[mackzazzle]

Seiya turned to face where Kazu had just been glancing, just missing an opportunity for these two to actually see what each other looked like. He sighed and chucked his knife onto the bed and started pacing, running a hand through his hair.