Eight Rosetta [OPEN]

[EIGHT]

Eight had been in the nurses office for almost an hour now. Eight was well aware he was the least pressing of the cases since this was a routine check up, once a week he had to come in there and see where he was in terms of soul frequency rating. Too volitile of numbers means that his body is rejecting the soul and wishes to destroy it, which was bad news for Eight. Right now his numbers weren't terrible but he was still having to come in a few times a week to make sure that it stayed that way. Most of the time though he tried to avoid just about anyone and this was often a place where he was left alone. Currently though the nurse... whose name he seemingly could remember, well, she was gone, off to wherever she felt the need to be, probably out looking at a student who was elsewhere in the school or something.

Even so, he didn't really want her in here anyways. He felt the need to stay to himself right now anyways. He still isn't used to this strange setting though, he didn't have any methods by which to understand this world. He didn't have any human contact for so long, then was suddenly thrown into a world like this? Where is their god, and why does he play with a person so? Entertaining the idea that one could even consider Eight a person. Eight is a creation, something which was formed form malicious intent and cruel experimentation. The one who wore this skin before him had to actually die before he could live. He didn't like that idea, that to live he had to kill someone, that sounded like a virus or a parasite. Was he really a parasite? A virus? Is that all this synthetic soul and stolen body amount to?

Sitting in a nurses office made for such deep thought almost uncessary. He didn't feel the need to explain himself to himself. He was alive and that was what mattered. This was how he earned his keep and how he was planning on continuing to do so for the next four years he imagined he was going to be there. He looked around the nurses office, it was rather small, nothing incredibly impressive about it though he could hear footsteps coming from down the hallway. He didn't really get the concept of hiding, if they came he would just sit there, he needed to remain seated and wait for his check-up to commence even if the nurse had a more pressing matter. He would wait his turn and he didn't care how long it took, this helped him avoid having to walk back to his room and pass a bunch of people who would probably give him a weird look.

[Tsubaki Nakatsukasa]

Once again, yet still very surprising, Tsubaki was without her meister. She figured he had plans and so she didn't push the matter. It was alright, though. Tsubaki knew Black*Star wasn't always going to be around so the fact that he wasn't hardly phased her. She needed to get a backbone. One day, she would be a Death Scythe (well, hopefully) and Black*Star wouldn't constantly be there for her.

Still, Tsubaki couldn't help but worry about her meister. He didn't usually leave her alone. And she'd been having that nightmare where he took her down the Demon path very consistently each night. It was freaking her out more and more lately; she couldn't let it show though. She was the calm, patient one in their group. She was relaxed and didn't get worked up or freaked out very often, unless Black*Star did something a little ridiculous. So maybe she shouldn't have been bottling up her feelings.

Tsubaki sighed and closed her eyes briefly, letting her mind wander. She tried to keep her thoughts away from her meister but she was failing.

"Black*Star, where are you?" she asked aloud, dropping her head, her chin bumping her chest. Tsubaki stopped walking and simply stood there for a few moments, not thinking about anything or feeling anything. The next thing the Ninja weapon was aware of was the cool of the school's tile pressing against the side of her face. Tsubaki blinked wearily and sat up slowly, trying to figure out why she was on the floor and why the tile had actually felt so good. She groaned and brought a hand up to her face, jumping when she touched her forehead and encountered a sharp heat. Had she made herself sick with worry? "Oh no," she murmured, carefully pushing herself to her feet. She moved over to the nearest wall and carefully made her way up a flight of stairs to the nurse's office.

The camellia blossom knocked once on the door to the office and stepped in, looking around. She didn't see Nygus or any other adult for that matter. But she did see a redheaded boy sitting in the office.

"Um," Tsubaki spoke, her voice quiet, "is Nygus here? Do you know? I'm sorry... I just... I need to see Nygus as soon as I can." She smiled faintly and entered the room, taking a seat a couple seats away from the redhead, staring at him curiously.

TAGGED . Eight/Open?
WORDS . 425
NOTES . I didn't know how else to send her to the nurse's office... oops?

CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere.

[EIGHT]

Eight had hoped that nobody would come in, in that case he would have been able to avoid people with much more ease. Alas, some girl he didn't even know anything about came waltzing through the door. Honestly, he didnt' know why these people saw the need to bother him so. He wondered what about them was so severe they imagined they needed to go to the nurse for. She didn't even look incredibly sick but she still saw the need to bother the nurse with her pety illness. Normally he tried not to think ill of other people while at the same time it was hard for him to play nice. He didn't still understand why he had been forsaken to this life and after two years he felt no closer to the question he asked himself the day he was born.

Why was he even alive?

Eight could tell though that being rude was not going to get him anywhere. He had already seen the fruits of that labor as many kids in several of his classes had already went ahead and made him out to be a freak despite the fact that he was a lot stronger than most of them. His powers were still lacking but he didn't feel bad about that, he knew what he was and he knew that few of those freshman meisters would be able to handle him. He looked towards the girl but never made eye contact with her. He didn't make eye contact often though, quite honestly he avoided it at all costs since it appeared to be one of those things he was never good at, people expecting an answer out of him when he didn't feel he really had anything to say. He didn't say anything yet, he didn't feel the need to.

The girl persisted though, honestly he didn't know what she was expecting from him, an answer? He didn't feel like answering her but he thought it might be worse off if he didn't than if he didn. He looked up, over at the bed though it was empty it appeared to have been sat on since then. He didn't look at the girl though, he didn't feel like he should. "Physical Therapy" he said. His voice resounded through the room and while it wasn't very loud it was still very clearly heard. He was obviously uncomfortable with her being there but he didn't want to make a big scene out of it. He looked down, eyes beeding towards the ground as he tried not to make eye contact or be bothered by her again. He tried not to wonder what she looked like, what expression was on her face. He didn't dare look, he didn't want to have to meet her eyes.

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[Tsubaki Nakatsukasa]

Tsubaki tilted her head to the side and smiled gently at the boy. She didn't recognize him; maybe he was new? Tsubaki was unsure about asking him, though. He didn't look too happy about her being there. She couldn't help it, though. She wanted to get some medicine for her fever, at the very least. Maybe the boy had an appointment and that's why he was irritated by her showing up! She got in the way of him meeting with Nygus.

The dark haired girl looked down at her lap, frowning to herself. She probably was intruding; if she was, Tsubaki would obviously apologize and go out into the hall and wait until the boy was done. Maybe she should ask? Tsubaki looked up again with her signature gentle smile on her face. She turned to the boy, blinking when she noticed he wasn't looking at her. Maybe he hadn't heard her speak or come in? What a curious fellow. The girl opened her mouth to speak when his voice rang out in the room.

"Physical therapy?" she repeated stupidly. "Um... I see. So you have no idea when Nygus will get back?" Tsubaki sighed and dropped her chin to her chest, bringing up her hands to cover her face, despite the slight burn her forhead gave to her palms. If Nygus wasn't there, maybe it would be best for Tsubaki to go back to her shared apartment with her meister. Sighing, Tsubaki looked up and said aloud, not looking at the redhead but speaking to him, "Am I interrupting or bothering you?" She turned to face him, smiling faintly. "I-I can leave if you want me to. Just say so, and I'll go wait in the hall."

Maybe he didn't like that she was quiet. Or maybe she really was bothering him. Tsubaki didn't feel comfortable not knowing where she stood with a person, even if that person was a complete stranger. Tsubaki really hoped she wasn't bothering him, though, because she didn't know if she would be able to stand up in the hall for however long Nygus took and then how long she and this boy would take. Thinking and over-thinking would do her no good. Tsubaki looked away from the redhead once again and down at her lap where her hands fiddled absently with one another.

TAGGED . Eight/Open?
WORDS . 404
NOTES . ...

CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere.