Yvaine and Cereza, 11/14
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om_mainYvaine and Cereza encounter one another over caffeinated beverages.
Yvaine sat at the table in the student kitchen having made herself
very comfortable. She'd found her favorite Twinnings blend of tea in the 'Brits food' cupboard and currently had a steaming mug in front of her and an open notebook as she loosely plaited and tied her long, blonde hair back.
Cooking had never been a particular skill of Cereza's, but some things she thought she could reasonably manage without doing harm to herself or anyone else. Coffee, at least, should be possible even if it likely wasn't the real sort. She sort of registered another person in the room as she swept in, but most of her attention was immediately taken up by the vast collection of...things scattered over the counters. How did anyone get anything done in this place?
"Please tell me there's a coffee machine somewhere," she asked no one in particular.
"Next the microwave," Yvaine told her helpfully as she picked up her pen and continued on her notes. Since she had been in the US less than a week she still needed to sort things out, dull things like setting up a bank account and rediscovering her social security number. "If you hit the blender, you've gone to far."
That, at least, got Cereza to twist around with an arched eyebrow. "Good lord," she said as she spotted the other girl, "more English. We'll be overrun soon."
"American actually, dual citizenship." Yvaine told her with a smale smirk having deliberately let her more Americanized tones lace her words.
"I am honestly," Cereza said with an amused huff as she made her way over to what was apparently the coffee maker, "not sure if that's better or worse."
Chuckling, Yvaine shrugged "That's fair, I suppose." She paused to take a long from her mug of tea before adding "I'm Yvaine, by the way."
"Cereza," she returned, glancing at the other girl out of the corners of her eyes. "I take it you're new?"
She nodded, "Been here about a week, you?"
"A few months, perhaps," Cereza said, waving her free hand vaguely. "It all blurs together a bit with the schoolwork."
"I can believe that," She had been to school before after all. "How do you like it here?"
"It has its...fascinations," Cereza said with a thoughtful hum, moving to the fridge to find milk while the coffee brewed. "The school part is rather less interesting."
"Shocking," Yvaine smirked a little, "Still it hardly looks like any school I've ever known, well not the parts I've seen anyway." She took another sip of tea, conscious of the fact that was she start to very gently glow again. Well, it was good tea.
"Honestly, I'd worry more about the other students than the state of the building." Case in point, the glow Cereza could see out of the corners of her eyes. Not the strangest thing she'd come across so far, but somewhat eye catching.
"Any specific students I should be worrying about or just the collective in general?"
"Frankly, I'd think the fact that a schoolmate might spontaneously catch fire would be enough," Cereza said with a snort. "Amongst any other strangeness. It is a school full of the unusual, after all."
"You have a point there," Yvaine nodded, lightly tapping carefully painted nails to her mug. "Which begs the question, what do you do?"
Cereza tossed an amused look at the other girl over her shoulder. "That's a bit forward, isn't it?"
"Is it? I didn't mean to pry, I've been asked it so much I thought it was the usual greeting around here." She smiled apologetically "You don't have to answer."
She got an almost started laugh in reply. "I'm joking, mainly. But it is asking quite a bit about someone isn't it? Though I suppose you can't exactly hide yours."
"Or stop it, if I'm happy I'm glowing. I'm a regular walking night light," She shrugged in an 'oh well' with a smile. She choose not to disclose the other sie effect because, well, the longer she kept that hidden the better.
"Only if you're happy? How odd," Cereza said, head cocked slightly. "I walk on the astral plane, which is apparently somewhat unusual."
"Aren't we all here because we're 'somewhat usual'?" Yvaine pointed out before asking "Astral plane? Is that dreams?"
Cereza's smile was dry as she poured a healthy amount of milk out into her coffee. "Some more than others. And I have no idea."
"Interesting. How does you walk on it? I mean, is it willfully done or accidental?" She'd placed her tea down and picked up a pen but rather than working on her list, she was doodling stars in the margin as they spoke.
"I create a window and then step on to it," Cereza said with an unconcerned shrug, and took a sip of her finished coffee. Not as good as at home, but it would do. "If you're looking for particulars, you're talking to the wrong person."
"Oh no, I was just curious. Sounds more interesting that simply glowing," And, of course, making her crushes glow apparently. A lovely, embarrassing side effect that.
One of Cereza's eyebrows lifted, but the expression was amused."Lighting up like a glow worm seems rather interesting to me, but I suppose it's all relative."
"The grass is always greener, or so they say." Yvaine smiled back with a small shrug.
"The next man's mutation is always stranger than yours?" Cereza affected a thoughtful look. "I suppose it has a ring to it."
"A new proverb for a new sub species." Yvaine added looking amused.
Cereza lifted an eyebrow as she cradled her cup against her chest. "Is that what we are?"
"It's one theory," She shrugged back.
"I'll take your word for it. Not particularly my preferred subject."
Yvaine nodded and asked "What about school, got a favourite subject there? Or is school and favourite, like, an oxymoron or something to you?"
"It's all the same, isn't it? Memorization and recitation. Exceedingly dull." Cereza shook her head mournfully.
"Well, true for most of them but art isn't. Horse riding, PE. I suppose it depends on what classes you like. If any." he chuckled a little at that.
"The horses I do enjoy," Cereza agreed. "Not quite what I'd call a class, though. At least not in traditional terms."
"I don't take it, I've been riding too long to need lessons but I couldn't bear to not bring Artemis, my mare, so she's down in the stables." She'd been going down most days to check on her and make sure her beloved horse was settling in well.
One of Cereza's eyebrows rose. "You own a horse?"
Yvaine nodded, once again cradling her warm cup of tea.
"My father saved up after I'd been riding for a lot of years, you know once he was sure it wasn't a fad." It wasn't like he'd bought it for her on a whim. They were relatively comfortable money wise and lived in a village in the country. She hadn't been the only girl to own a horse in the village.
"My my," Cereza murmured, the sound almost muffled as she took a long drink. "I never was the sort of girl who wanted a pony. I always suspected it was something of a myth."
"I lived in a village with lots of farms and stables about, it happens." Yvaine shrugged, she wasn't a 'I want a pony!' stereotypical brat but she didn't much mind someone assuming that if they wished to. "She's a dream to ride, seems to be settling in with the other horses here quite nicely."
"Well, I suppose if you're going to ride one, it may as well be yours." Farms and villages were something of an unknown quantity to a girl who'd grown up in a city and spent large swaths of her childhood traveling.
"It is nice, the familiarity. Do you ride at all?" The tea was getting low, she was starting to debate boiling the kettle again or not.
"Inasmuch as I'm taking the class, I suppose," Cereza said with a fain smile.
"Not keen then?" Or maybe someone who was just too cool to show openly that she enjoyed something.
"Oh, I like it fine," Cereza said, tossing her head a little to slide her long hair over her shoulder. "I wouldn't say I do it well, however."
"That's the point of lessons, isn't it?" Yvaine pointed out with a smile and then added with good humour "Well, if you ever want company on a ride and you think you can tolerate me, let me know."
One of Cereza's eyebrows lifted a little. "That's an odd way to put it," she said, tone a touch dry, "but perhaps I should focus on not falling off the animal first."
"Practice makes perfect." She said reasonable, getting up to brew another tea.
"Or ends you with an interesting collection of bruises," Cereza said with a flicker of a smile. "But most certainly."
"And a few broken bones if you're really 'lucky'." Yvaine nodded, she'd broken each arm in separate falls from Artemis when she was younger. She'd been luckier in her more recent tumbles though.
"Oh, I've certainly done that before, no large animals needed."
"Oh yeah? Is there a story there?" She asked, refilling the kettle.
"I'm a dancer," Cereza said with a slight shrug. It seemed rather self-evident from there.
"What kind of dance?"
One side of her mouth curved into a rather sly smile. "What's that delightful euphemism they use in this country...oh yes. Exotic."
If she intended to shock, she hadn't. If anything, Yvaine was pleasantly surprised "Now that's nothing like my dance experience! How did you get into that? A fitness class?"
"A dear friend took me to the burlesque," Cereza said with a low laugh. "I fell in love."
"I've always been intrigued by burlesque, nowhere had that kind of performance where I lived though. Do you still dance?" With the kettle boiled, she set about brewing the perfect cuppa.
"Well, I've not found anywhere here yet." Cereza lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Not that I've looked too hard. I really should soon."
"My own dance background is rather more classical...and boring, really." Yvaine chuckled to herself.
"Oh, I've done ballet and all that. Always felt too restricting to me, though."
"Strictly ballroom other here, and I thought latin was a rebellion. Now I'm thinking I wasn't being imaginative enough!"
Cereza lifted an amused eyebrow. "Do you need to be rebellious?"
"Not 'need' perhaps but it could liven up things a little." The said with a small smirk as she came over with her fresh mug of tea.
"Perhaps it couldn't hurt to spend more time at the school before you decide how much more lively things need to be," Cereza said with a hint of dryness. "Most of the time, I'm rather sure it doesn't need any help."
"True, it does seem rather...interesting." She chuckled as she sat down comfortable again.
"To say the least. I can't wait to see how much more interesting it gets."
"Anything in particular happen so far since you got here?" She couldn't help a little curiosity there.
"Not yet," Cereza said with a thoughtful little hum, "but it's really only a matter of time."
"Teenagers with superpowers, I guess it is kind of inevitable."
"My thoughts precisely." Cereza saluted the other girl with her cup. "I suppose we'll see."
Saluting back, Yvaine agreed "So we shall."
Yvaine sat at the table in the student kitchen having made herself
very comfortable. She'd found her favorite Twinnings blend of tea in the 'Brits food' cupboard and currently had a steaming mug in front of her and an open notebook as she loosely plaited and tied her long, blonde hair back.
Cooking had never been a particular skill of Cereza's, but some things she thought she could reasonably manage without doing harm to herself or anyone else. Coffee, at least, should be possible even if it likely wasn't the real sort. She sort of registered another person in the room as she swept in, but most of her attention was immediately taken up by the vast collection of...things scattered over the counters. How did anyone get anything done in this place?
"Please tell me there's a coffee machine somewhere," she asked no one in particular.
"Next the microwave," Yvaine told her helpfully as she picked up her pen and continued on her notes. Since she had been in the US less than a week she still needed to sort things out, dull things like setting up a bank account and rediscovering her social security number. "If you hit the blender, you've gone to far."
That, at least, got Cereza to twist around with an arched eyebrow. "Good lord," she said as she spotted the other girl, "more English. We'll be overrun soon."
"American actually, dual citizenship." Yvaine told her with a smale smirk having deliberately let her more Americanized tones lace her words.
"I am honestly," Cereza said with an amused huff as she made her way over to what was apparently the coffee maker, "not sure if that's better or worse."
Chuckling, Yvaine shrugged "That's fair, I suppose." She paused to take a long from her mug of tea before adding "I'm Yvaine, by the way."
"Cereza," she returned, glancing at the other girl out of the corners of her eyes. "I take it you're new?"
She nodded, "Been here about a week, you?"
"A few months, perhaps," Cereza said, waving her free hand vaguely. "It all blurs together a bit with the schoolwork."
"I can believe that," She had been to school before after all. "How do you like it here?"
"It has its...fascinations," Cereza said with a thoughtful hum, moving to the fridge to find milk while the coffee brewed. "The school part is rather less interesting."
"Shocking," Yvaine smirked a little, "Still it hardly looks like any school I've ever known, well not the parts I've seen anyway." She took another sip of tea, conscious of the fact that was she start to very gently glow again. Well, it was good tea.
"Honestly, I'd worry more about the other students than the state of the building." Case in point, the glow Cereza could see out of the corners of her eyes. Not the strangest thing she'd come across so far, but somewhat eye catching.
"Any specific students I should be worrying about or just the collective in general?"
"Frankly, I'd think the fact that a schoolmate might spontaneously catch fire would be enough," Cereza said with a snort. "Amongst any other strangeness. It is a school full of the unusual, after all."
"You have a point there," Yvaine nodded, lightly tapping carefully painted nails to her mug. "Which begs the question, what do you do?"
Cereza tossed an amused look at the other girl over her shoulder. "That's a bit forward, isn't it?"
"Is it? I didn't mean to pry, I've been asked it so much I thought it was the usual greeting around here." She smiled apologetically "You don't have to answer."
She got an almost started laugh in reply. "I'm joking, mainly. But it is asking quite a bit about someone isn't it? Though I suppose you can't exactly hide yours."
"Or stop it, if I'm happy I'm glowing. I'm a regular walking night light," She shrugged in an 'oh well' with a smile. She choose not to disclose the other sie effect because, well, the longer she kept that hidden the better.
"Only if you're happy? How odd," Cereza said, head cocked slightly. "I walk on the astral plane, which is apparently somewhat unusual."
"Aren't we all here because we're 'somewhat usual'?" Yvaine pointed out before asking "Astral plane? Is that dreams?"
Cereza's smile was dry as she poured a healthy amount of milk out into her coffee. "Some more than others. And I have no idea."
"Interesting. How does you walk on it? I mean, is it willfully done or accidental?" She'd placed her tea down and picked up a pen but rather than working on her list, she was doodling stars in the margin as they spoke.
"I create a window and then step on to it," Cereza said with an unconcerned shrug, and took a sip of her finished coffee. Not as good as at home, but it would do. "If you're looking for particulars, you're talking to the wrong person."
"Oh no, I was just curious. Sounds more interesting that simply glowing," And, of course, making her crushes glow apparently. A lovely, embarrassing side effect that.
One of Cereza's eyebrows lifted, but the expression was amused."Lighting up like a glow worm seems rather interesting to me, but I suppose it's all relative."
"The grass is always greener, or so they say." Yvaine smiled back with a small shrug.
"The next man's mutation is always stranger than yours?" Cereza affected a thoughtful look. "I suppose it has a ring to it."
"A new proverb for a new sub species." Yvaine added looking amused.
Cereza lifted an eyebrow as she cradled her cup against her chest. "Is that what we are?"
"It's one theory," She shrugged back.
"I'll take your word for it. Not particularly my preferred subject."
Yvaine nodded and asked "What about school, got a favourite subject there? Or is school and favourite, like, an oxymoron or something to you?"
"It's all the same, isn't it? Memorization and recitation. Exceedingly dull." Cereza shook her head mournfully.
"Well, true for most of them but art isn't. Horse riding, PE. I suppose it depends on what classes you like. If any." he chuckled a little at that.
"The horses I do enjoy," Cereza agreed. "Not quite what I'd call a class, though. At least not in traditional terms."
"I don't take it, I've been riding too long to need lessons but I couldn't bear to not bring Artemis, my mare, so she's down in the stables." She'd been going down most days to check on her and make sure her beloved horse was settling in well.
One of Cereza's eyebrows rose. "You own a horse?"
Yvaine nodded, once again cradling her warm cup of tea.
"My father saved up after I'd been riding for a lot of years, you know once he was sure it wasn't a fad." It wasn't like he'd bought it for her on a whim. They were relatively comfortable money wise and lived in a village in the country. She hadn't been the only girl to own a horse in the village.
"My my," Cereza murmured, the sound almost muffled as she took a long drink. "I never was the sort of girl who wanted a pony. I always suspected it was something of a myth."
"I lived in a village with lots of farms and stables about, it happens." Yvaine shrugged, she wasn't a 'I want a pony!' stereotypical brat but she didn't much mind someone assuming that if they wished to. "She's a dream to ride, seems to be settling in with the other horses here quite nicely."
"Well, I suppose if you're going to ride one, it may as well be yours." Farms and villages were something of an unknown quantity to a girl who'd grown up in a city and spent large swaths of her childhood traveling.
"It is nice, the familiarity. Do you ride at all?" The tea was getting low, she was starting to debate boiling the kettle again or not.
"Inasmuch as I'm taking the class, I suppose," Cereza said with a fain smile.
"Not keen then?" Or maybe someone who was just too cool to show openly that she enjoyed something.
"Oh, I like it fine," Cereza said, tossing her head a little to slide her long hair over her shoulder. "I wouldn't say I do it well, however."
"That's the point of lessons, isn't it?" Yvaine pointed out with a smile and then added with good humour "Well, if you ever want company on a ride and you think you can tolerate me, let me know."
One of Cereza's eyebrows lifted a little. "That's an odd way to put it," she said, tone a touch dry, "but perhaps I should focus on not falling off the animal first."
"Practice makes perfect." She said reasonable, getting up to brew another tea.
"Or ends you with an interesting collection of bruises," Cereza said with a flicker of a smile. "But most certainly."
"And a few broken bones if you're really 'lucky'." Yvaine nodded, she'd broken each arm in separate falls from Artemis when she was younger. She'd been luckier in her more recent tumbles though.
"Oh, I've certainly done that before, no large animals needed."
"Oh yeah? Is there a story there?" She asked, refilling the kettle.
"I'm a dancer," Cereza said with a slight shrug. It seemed rather self-evident from there.
"What kind of dance?"
One side of her mouth curved into a rather sly smile. "What's that delightful euphemism they use in this country...oh yes. Exotic."
If she intended to shock, she hadn't. If anything, Yvaine was pleasantly surprised "Now that's nothing like my dance experience! How did you get into that? A fitness class?"
"A dear friend took me to the burlesque," Cereza said with a low laugh. "I fell in love."
"I've always been intrigued by burlesque, nowhere had that kind of performance where I lived though. Do you still dance?" With the kettle boiled, she set about brewing the perfect cuppa.
"Well, I've not found anywhere here yet." Cereza lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Not that I've looked too hard. I really should soon."
"My own dance background is rather more classical...and boring, really." Yvaine chuckled to herself.
"Oh, I've done ballet and all that. Always felt too restricting to me, though."
"Strictly ballroom other here, and I thought latin was a rebellion. Now I'm thinking I wasn't being imaginative enough!"
Cereza lifted an amused eyebrow. "Do you need to be rebellious?"
"Not 'need' perhaps but it could liven up things a little." The said with a small smirk as she came over with her fresh mug of tea.
"Perhaps it couldn't hurt to spend more time at the school before you decide how much more lively things need to be," Cereza said with a hint of dryness. "Most of the time, I'm rather sure it doesn't need any help."
"True, it does seem rather...interesting." She chuckled as she sat down comfortable again.
"To say the least. I can't wait to see how much more interesting it gets."
"Anything in particular happen so far since you got here?" She couldn't help a little curiosity there.
"Not yet," Cereza said with a thoughtful little hum, "but it's really only a matter of time."
"Teenagers with superpowers, I guess it is kind of inevitable."
"My thoughts precisely." Cereza saluted the other girl with her cup. "I suppose we'll see."
Saluting back, Yvaine agreed "So we shall."
