Isobel wandered the large estate, pondering her first day at the Academy. She didn't really have much more than the clothes on her back, so finding the dorms wasn't very high on her priority list at the moment. With not much else she was doing, her thoughts took her to the reason she was here.
Isobel had actually come into the entrance exam without knowing what was going on. She'd simply been running away from people she didn't want to think about and was seeking shelter. Before she knew it, she was in the middle of taking multiple tests. Even more surprising, she'd passed them.
Suddenly walking into someone pulled her out of her thoughts. Isobel stumbled back, catching herself before she fell on her butt. "Sorry, didn't hear you there."
Isobel had actually come into the entrance exam without knowing what was going on. She'd simply been running away from people she didn't want to think about and was seeking shelter. Before she knew it, she was in the middle of taking multiple tests. Even more surprising, she'd passed them.
Suddenly walking into someone pulled her out of her thoughts. Isobel stumbled back, catching herself before she fell on her butt. "Sorry, didn't hear you there."
John barely noticed the angel that had just ran into him. He quickly turned around to see what had happened, and he helped her up. His hand completely engulfing hers as he assisted the strange looking girl up. His face was expressionless underneath his hood, but even if she could see, she wouldn't be able to make it out from the darkness that shrouded it from his hood. He was a very tall and mysterious looking man, but everything about him screamed warrior.
He spoke up once, "Are you hurt?", he wasn't much of a talker, and usually spoke about basic things when around people. Although he could make some funny remarks her or there. She was rather strange, and was wearing bandages over her eyes, she was clearly blind, he could tell. John towered above her, more than a foot from her height, plus he outweighed her by a couple weight classes, when she bumped into him it was like running into a brick wall, except it was carved from rock hard muscle and flesh, covered by clothing.
John wasn't much of the one to introduce himself, but he needed to get to his quarters, "Do you know where the quarters are?", he asked, his deep base voice that sounded very gritty rang out. It was a pretty soothing sound, he was one of those people that you could just sit and listen to for hours, but he rarely spoke.
He spoke up once, "Are you hurt?", he wasn't much of a talker, and usually spoke about basic things when around people. Although he could make some funny remarks her or there. She was rather strange, and was wearing bandages over her eyes, she was clearly blind, he could tell. John towered above her, more than a foot from her height, plus he outweighed her by a couple weight classes, when she bumped into him it was like running into a brick wall, except it was carved from rock hard muscle and flesh, covered by clothing.
John wasn't much of the one to introduce himself, but he needed to get to his quarters, "Do you know where the quarters are?", he asked, his deep base voice that sounded very gritty rang out. It was a pretty soothing sound, he was one of those people that you could just sit and listen to for hours, but he rarely spoke.
She felt like she'd run into a brick wall. Not exactly harmless, but nothing too bad. Isobel shook her head. "No, I'll be ok." Judging from where his voice came, he was rather tall. Plus his hand swallowed hers. He definitely seemed to be a warrior.
"I don't know where they are myself. I found the arena though, and the cafeteria." He seemed to be a man of few words, whoever he was. Strong, silent type. "I'm Isobel by the way." She said as she dusted herself off.
"I don't know where they are myself. I found the arena though, and the cafeteria." He seemed to be a man of few words, whoever he was. Strong, silent type. "I'm Isobel by the way." She said as she dusted herself off.
John pulled her up easily, and he looked at the strange girl as she dusted herself off. He was easily a man of few words. Right now he was trying to figure out who she was exactly, she must have some special talent to have gotten into the academy when she was blind. It was disappointing that she did not know where the quarters were, this was unsettling to John, he would have to look for quite some time.
When she gave him her name he simply replied, "John", not even giving his last name, then again he wasn't one for formalities, and 'John', was good enough. He paused for a few moments, "Uh...Maybe we could look...Search together?", he suggested, his voice was confused, and you could tell that he wasn't trying to be insulting when he said 'look'.
When she gave him her name he simply replied, "John", not even giving his last name, then again he wasn't one for formalities, and 'John', was good enough. He paused for a few moments, "Uh...Maybe we could look...Search together?", he suggested, his voice was confused, and you could tell that he wasn't trying to be insulting when he said 'look'.
Isobel knew it was probably puzzling how she'd gotten into the Academy when she was blind. She always had that advantage. No one expected a small blind girl to be able to fight, let alone fight well. The students here would be in for quite a surprise.
She didn't really expect a last name. She hadn't given hers either, not that she could tell him if he asked. She hid a smile as John struggled to say what he meant without causing offense. "Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I could be looking straight at it and I'd never know it, so thank you."
She didn't really expect a last name. She hadn't given hers either, not that she could tell him if he asked. She hid a smile as John struggled to say what he meant without causing offense. "Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I could be looking straight at it and I'd never know it, so thank you."
John gave a small smile from under his hood as well. He supposed he would be inclined to help her, more than she is actually helping him, her being new and blind and unfamiliar with the structure of this massive place. His arm was offered to her for support, or for guidance, he didn't know, this was the first time he actually met a blind person. It was rare in where he came from, well...some were missing eyes but that was a different story.
"...Yeah...", he replied slowly, he looked around trying to find any signs as they walked through the long stone corridors of this massive fortress. His boots made a thudding noise that echoed down the hall, when normal peoples boots would just make clicking sounds. "Do you know what room number you are in? I'm in 117...", he stated, trying to get more information from her.
"...Yeah...", he replied slowly, he looked around trying to find any signs as they walked through the long stone corridors of this massive fortress. His boots made a thudding noise that echoed down the hall, when normal peoples boots would just make clicking sounds. "Do you know what room number you are in? I'm in 117...", he stated, trying to get more information from her.
Perhaps she wasn't so different from the people where he came from. Isobel slid her staff into the straps on her back and took the arm he offered her. She felt like a little girl taking a walk with a giant. They must have been quite a sight.
She had to take two steps for every one John took. She blushed and shrugged. "I don't know really. Can't read." She pulled out a folded piece of paper. She handed it to him after she unfolded it. Her room number said she was in 118.
She had to take two steps for every one John took. She blushed and shrugged. "I don't know really. Can't read." She pulled out a folded piece of paper. She handed it to him after she unfolded it. Her room number said she was in 118.
John watched as she took the staff out from her back, maybe she didn't need his arm for support, but you never know what could happen, so he just remained a gentleman. This was awkward for him, this was the first time a girl other than his mother or sister actually held on to his arm. His arm was thicker than her head, but John didn't become incredibly huge and burly, over the top some would say, he just gathered enough mass to be a little over his weight class, so he could keep his agility and dexterity. It was strange, because most would think that the tall and strapping lad would have the girls piling on top of him, but he was a distant man, not really one for socializing, training, and learning however that was a different story.
He slowed his movement down a bit, taking shorter steps for her sake, he was quite aware of the size ratio. It did feel like he was helping a lost child, but in this case, the lost child was actually helping him. There venture to find the quarters might even be longer now, but he didn't mind, she was in the same problem as he was, so why should he abandon her for his own benefit, John was many things, but he was not cruel. She was a bit odd to him though, it was like he could feel some sort of pain off of her, past or present, she had a 'feeling' about her, like mages and wizards did, he never could understand why, magic didn't interest him, he thought it to be nothing but cheap trickery and subterfuge, like most Nords, but that didn't make him hate all magic users, he just had his principles.
John looked down to Isobel as she stated that she could not read, that was obvious, he wondered why they wouldn't just tell her in the first place, maybe it was all received via letter, he had no idea, they probably just made a mistake. He took the paper away from her, and read it. After a second of reading he handed it back and said, "Room 118...", he said without emotion, if there was to be any hint of surprise there was not, in his head he only thought it to be interesting.
He slowed his movement down a bit, taking shorter steps for her sake, he was quite aware of the size ratio. It did feel like he was helping a lost child, but in this case, the lost child was actually helping him. There venture to find the quarters might even be longer now, but he didn't mind, she was in the same problem as he was, so why should he abandon her for his own benefit, John was many things, but he was not cruel. She was a bit odd to him though, it was like he could feel some sort of pain off of her, past or present, she had a 'feeling' about her, like mages and wizards did, he never could understand why, magic didn't interest him, he thought it to be nothing but cheap trickery and subterfuge, like most Nords, but that didn't make him hate all magic users, he just had his principles.
John looked down to Isobel as she stated that she could not read, that was obvious, he wondered why they wouldn't just tell her in the first place, maybe it was all received via letter, he had no idea, they probably just made a mistake. He took the paper away from her, and read it. After a second of reading he handed it back and said, "Room 118...", he said without emotion, if there was to be any hint of surprise there was not, in his head he only thought it to be interesting.
She looked up at him, grateful that he'd slowed down his pace. Isobel wasn't really used to having anyone on her arm either, but she managed to do so without feeling awkward. She didn't really socialize much herself, much preferring the peacefulness of the woods outside to populated areas with all their noise and exhaust fumes. Her training had been harsh in many ways, leaving her with an ever present sense of paranoia. It only worsened in large crowds and for a moment she worried how she'd be able to deal with an entire A academy full of people in a place she didn't know.
John's quiet precsense helped soothe her fears like a balm. He was there, without a demand for conversation, constant chatter. She wondered why he had come here. Certainly not everyone had simply stumbled in like she had. Once she felt completely calm again, she smiled and said, "Guess we'll be hall mates then."
John's quiet precsense helped soothe her fears like a balm. He was there, without a demand for conversation, constant chatter. She wondered why he had come here. Certainly not everyone had simply stumbled in like she had. Once she felt completely calm again, she smiled and said, "Guess we'll be hall mates then."
John was trained pretty hard as well. When they were about twelve they were sent into the Froren mountains for six months, where they were to use their training, wit, and strength to survive...only one-fourth of the young men came out alive. He was trained to be hard, aggressive, disciplined, and outstanding at every aspect of hand-to-hand combat. No matter what angle, number of enemies, or what they were wearing, he was trained to be the deadliest. Combining many different training techniques from across the land, and training most candidates from a young age, like five, the Nordic Knights College trained for their warriors to stick out in a crowd. Which, John did all by himself.
He enjoyed training in the woods, it reminded him of home, all was peaceful and right when he was in the woods. His home was covered with pines and evergreens, and all of the homes were made from logs of those very trees. John loved the scent of trees, it made him feel at peace. He trained in the woods mainly to stay away from crowds though. Most people wanted him to lighten up, but he was always on his guard, he was a very serious man. John had fought creatures that most people would only think were legends, but it was all part of his vigorous training to become a knight, and he was still just a novice, his purpose of being at this academy, was to train here to become more powerful, and maybe be deemed worthy of being a Nordic Knight.
John could tell that she was a bit skittish, but that only made her seem a bit more innocent to him, he kind of liked that. Maybe she would even like to train with him one day, she had to be pretty strong if she came here, but John would never be able to bring up that subject. He felt that they were going to get along just find, they would be able to help each other in their times of need. When she replied that they would be hall mates, he simply said, "...Yeah...", again but with a different tone as last time, it sounded only slightly enthusiastic, only slightly, but that was definitely something, implying that he might like the thought of that. He walked through the halls for a while searching for their quarters.
Eventually the reached very long corridors, with numbers carved into the doors, they had reached their destination! Now they just needed to find their rooms. John walked through the corridor, and read each number until he found his and her rooms. He went in front of her door first and said, "This is your room...", he said simply, pulling his arm away from her gently, and then turning to face her.
He enjoyed training in the woods, it reminded him of home, all was peaceful and right when he was in the woods. His home was covered with pines and evergreens, and all of the homes were made from logs of those very trees. John loved the scent of trees, it made him feel at peace. He trained in the woods mainly to stay away from crowds though. Most people wanted him to lighten up, but he was always on his guard, he was a very serious man. John had fought creatures that most people would only think were legends, but it was all part of his vigorous training to become a knight, and he was still just a novice, his purpose of being at this academy, was to train here to become more powerful, and maybe be deemed worthy of being a Nordic Knight.
John could tell that she was a bit skittish, but that only made her seem a bit more innocent to him, he kind of liked that. Maybe she would even like to train with him one day, she had to be pretty strong if she came here, but John would never be able to bring up that subject. He felt that they were going to get along just find, they would be able to help each other in their times of need. When she replied that they would be hall mates, he simply said, "...Yeah...", again but with a different tone as last time, it sounded only slightly enthusiastic, only slightly, but that was definitely something, implying that he might like the thought of that. He walked through the halls for a while searching for their quarters.
Eventually the reached very long corridors, with numbers carved into the doors, they had reached their destination! Now they just needed to find their rooms. John walked through the corridor, and read each number until he found his and her rooms. He went in front of her door first and said, "This is your room...", he said simply, pulling his arm away from her gently, and then turning to face her.
Isobel's training had been more of tests, repeated over and over again, only getting harder with each success. She had to succeed for failure meant death but her life of tests was a life in agony, pain getting worse after each one until she wasn't sure she wanted to succeed anymore. Soon after, a chain of events gave her an opening to escape and she took it. This was a chapter of her life she preferred not to relive though, let alone talk about.
The woods had been her first solace. They were where she escaped into and where she felt most protected. It was a place of calm where the high-paced life of some humans had was not present. She couldn't even sleep in an enclosed room, she always had to at least open a window before she could relax enough to fall asleep.
John seemed to have a kind of essence to him that provided the same things the forest did for her. He was definitely not like other humans she had met. She had the feeling they'd get along just fine. Soon, they came to a stop in front of her room. "Thank you John." She meant more than just showing her to her room, but she didn't know how to thank him for the calming comfort he had offered as well.
The woods had been her first solace. They were where she escaped into and where she felt most protected. It was a place of calm where the high-paced life of some humans had was not present. She couldn't even sleep in an enclosed room, she always had to at least open a window before she could relax enough to fall asleep.
John seemed to have a kind of essence to him that provided the same things the forest did for her. He was definitely not like other humans she had met. She had the feeling they'd get along just fine. Soon, they came to a stop in front of her room. "Thank you John." She meant more than just showing her to her room, but she didn't know how to thank him for the calming comfort he had offered as well.
John new a thing or two about pain, but that was a more touchy subject for him. It was actually pretty tragic what had happened to him, mostly stuff that you read out of a book, he didn't have much to live for after what had happened, but John was strong. It was one of the reasons why he didn't want any friends. Bad things just ended up happening to him, and the people around him, but like some stroke of luck, he would always emerge from the rubble, unscathed, unfazed, his goal never wavered....emotionless.
Isobel reminded him of what a lady of the forest would look like, nice and peaceful, tranquil like a stream. He could even smell the woods on her, if he could pick up any smell it was the forest. That made him give a small smile from underneath his hood, this blind girl was pretty interesting, even though they didn't really talk to each other, he felt that he already knew her.
He gave a short nod when she said thank you, he thought that, that was enough, even though she couldn't see him. John still was carrying the bag of his supplies, they weighed pretty heavily, he was ready to set this down, not because it was exhausting but because he wanted to sort out his items before going to bed. John walked over to his door, but turned around as he pushed it open, he said, "Wake me...When you need me...", before walking into the room.
As he walked in he noticed that the place was very baron, very basic, good, he liked it that way. He carried nothing but the essentials, so he wouldn't have any decoration, only his armor and blade, and all of his required clothes, writing utensils, some books, and cleaning products. John set his duffel bag down gently, not wanting to awake anyone at this hour. He began to take out everything that he had and began to organize it, putting away his clothes neatly, and putting his armor in a chest by his bed, he kept his sword in its scabbard leaning against the wall next to his bed. The sword was massive, but for John it was only a Bastard Sword (Hand and a half sword), but to others it would be a two-hander, possibly for someone the size of Isobel, almost impossible to wield appropriately.
After he had everything sorted out, he locked the door, took off his hood, and most of his clothes, and slipped into the bed. He wasn't one for being warm, so he usually just slept with the sheets and nothing else, in his boxers. John wouldn't dare be caught looking like this in public though, and it felt a bit uncomfortable to be sleeping in a bed that wasn't his own.
Isobel reminded him of what a lady of the forest would look like, nice and peaceful, tranquil like a stream. He could even smell the woods on her, if he could pick up any smell it was the forest. That made him give a small smile from underneath his hood, this blind girl was pretty interesting, even though they didn't really talk to each other, he felt that he already knew her.
He gave a short nod when she said thank you, he thought that, that was enough, even though she couldn't see him. John still was carrying the bag of his supplies, they weighed pretty heavily, he was ready to set this down, not because it was exhausting but because he wanted to sort out his items before going to bed. John walked over to his door, but turned around as he pushed it open, he said, "Wake me...When you need me...", before walking into the room.
As he walked in he noticed that the place was very baron, very basic, good, he liked it that way. He carried nothing but the essentials, so he wouldn't have any decoration, only his armor and blade, and all of his required clothes, writing utensils, some books, and cleaning products. John set his duffel bag down gently, not wanting to awake anyone at this hour. He began to take out everything that he had and began to organize it, putting away his clothes neatly, and putting his armor in a chest by his bed, he kept his sword in its scabbard leaning against the wall next to his bed. The sword was massive, but for John it was only a Bastard Sword (Hand and a half sword), but to others it would be a two-hander, possibly for someone the size of Isobel, almost impossible to wield appropriately.
After he had everything sorted out, he locked the door, took off his hood, and most of his clothes, and slipped into the bed. He wasn't one for being warm, so he usually just slept with the sheets and nothing else, in his boxers. John wouldn't dare be caught looking like this in public though, and it felt a bit uncomfortable to be sleeping in a bed that wasn't his own.
"Good night John." She said as he went to his room. Isobel entered hers, locking the door behind her and hoping she wouldn't wake anybody. She spent a little bit of time feeling the room out and was able to remember the layout. Now she wouldn't bump into anything, so long as no one moved anything.
She laid her staff against the wall next to the bed. It was black with silver edging. It could separate at the middle into two swords. At the ends was a part where they could connect again, leaving her with a double-bladed staff. It was a weapon she was rather proud of and used more often than the dagger at her waist.
She opened a window before walking towards the bed. She yawned and plopped down into her bed. She changed int a tank top and light weight cotton pants, leaving her clothes in a pile near her bed.
She laid her staff against the wall next to the bed. It was black with silver edging. It could separate at the middle into two swords. At the ends was a part where they could connect again, leaving her with a double-bladed staff. It was a weapon she was rather proud of and used more often than the dagger at her waist.
She opened a window before walking towards the bed. She yawned and plopped down into her bed. She changed int a tank top and light weight cotton pants, leaving her clothes in a pile near her bed.
John slept pretty soundly after he got passed the fact that he was in a different place, it just was strange to him. After this he wouldn't have any issue falling asleep though. He woke up to the light shining through his window, and he threw the sheets off of him and sat on the edge of his bed. Rubbing his eyes for a short second and waking himself up, he finally stood and made his bed, he was a fairly neat person. After that he began his every day morning routine.
He started to do pushups, situps, and other exercises for about thirty minutes without stop, still wearing only his boxer briefs. Then he stood up from his exercise, and put on a simple tunic and his hood, and grabbed some of his clothes, and all of his toiletries. John stepped out of his room, and thankfully found the shower room fairly quickly, he cleaned himself, and then dried off and put on his clothes, and brushed his teeth. He emerged feeling fresh and clean, but he still wore his hood.
John went back to his room, but stopped at his door, he looked over at Isobel's room. As he did so his stomach growled, he needed some breakfast, but he didn't know where to go to eat. He decided that they could do what they did yesterday and just find out where it was. After a few moments he walked over to her door and knocked three times, rather quietly for someone who had a fist the size of a brick. He had no idea what he was going to say to her, or what he was going to do, he was confused as to what to ask. This was always a difficulty for John, especially when it was with a girl.
He started to do pushups, situps, and other exercises for about thirty minutes without stop, still wearing only his boxer briefs. Then he stood up from his exercise, and put on a simple tunic and his hood, and grabbed some of his clothes, and all of his toiletries. John stepped out of his room, and thankfully found the shower room fairly quickly, he cleaned himself, and then dried off and put on his clothes, and brushed his teeth. He emerged feeling fresh and clean, but he still wore his hood.
John went back to his room, but stopped at his door, he looked over at Isobel's room. As he did so his stomach growled, he needed some breakfast, but he didn't know where to go to eat. He decided that they could do what they did yesterday and just find out where it was. After a few moments he walked over to her door and knocked three times, rather quietly for someone who had a fist the size of a brick. He had no idea what he was going to say to her, or what he was going to do, he was confused as to what to ask. This was always a difficulty for John, especially when it was with a girl.
Isobel sat up in bed when the knocking came, startled. She'd overslept and for a moment was disorientated. She yawned and jumped out of bed, not bothering to make it neat. Unlike John, she wasn't very neat. Her first thought was to answer the door, and she did so still in her pajamas, her long black hair a mass of knots. Normally she didn't wear anything less than a long sleeve in public, covering the multitude of needle scars all over her arms.
It was too late to change however, as she'd already opened the door. She crossed her arms, partially in an attempt to hide some of the scars. Isobel was unaware that it was John at her door. She figured it might be someone who came and checked in on new students. "Yes?" She asked in a gruff voice.
It was too late to change however, as she'd already opened the door. She crossed her arms, partially in an attempt to hide some of the scars. Isobel was unaware that it was John at her door. She figured it might be someone who came and checked in on new students. "Yes?" She asked in a gruff voice.
John waited patiently for Isobel to open the door, he heard her yawning shortly after he knocked, so she was just waking up. It wouldn't offend John to see that her bed or herself was a mess, he wouldn't blame her not being so neat, since she was blind, maybe he could help her out with that. He took up the width of the door by himself, and would have to duck just to walk into all of these rooms. His presence could probably be felt by even blind people, he just took up so much of the space, he was like another wall.
He watched the door open to see the young lady from the other day, her hair was tangled and she didn't seem to mind that she was only in her pajamas, but he did notice that she covered up the scars on her arms. John had a few scars of his own, it wasn't as numerous as hers, but they were larger. He wouldn't bring it up seeing that it looked like a touchy subject, it would be to her surprise that it was John, at least that's what he thought. "Room service...", he said with his very deep, base, and gritty voice, that was unmistakeable the first time anyone heard it. John, even though being a quiet guy had a sense of humor, even though he never laughed at anyone's jokes, he would at least smile, it brought joy to others and that's why he liked it.
"I was thinking about going to the cafeteria...", he said, not giving away any more information, because he thought it was obvious that he wanted her to accompany him. John usually ate breakfast by himself, but Isobel would be an exception, since there would probably be little to no conversation at all. Plus, he didn't mind helping her at all, and he probably needed a friend in a place like this, although he would never think that she would accept him as one, since he was so bland and uninteresting. He thought he was at least.
John looked past her and into her room and said, "I can help sort your room...", he said, trying to be as helpful as possible. He didn't mean it in any other way, John was brutally honest with everything that he did, which made him a good person, but awkward to talk to. Maybe Isobel would understand that he just wanted to help, that's what he believed he was put here for, to help others, and be strong when others couldn't help themselves. It was just who he was.
He watched the door open to see the young lady from the other day, her hair was tangled and she didn't seem to mind that she was only in her pajamas, but he did notice that she covered up the scars on her arms. John had a few scars of his own, it wasn't as numerous as hers, but they were larger. He wouldn't bring it up seeing that it looked like a touchy subject, it would be to her surprise that it was John, at least that's what he thought. "Room service...", he said with his very deep, base, and gritty voice, that was unmistakeable the first time anyone heard it. John, even though being a quiet guy had a sense of humor, even though he never laughed at anyone's jokes, he would at least smile, it brought joy to others and that's why he liked it.
"I was thinking about going to the cafeteria...", he said, not giving away any more information, because he thought it was obvious that he wanted her to accompany him. John usually ate breakfast by himself, but Isobel would be an exception, since there would probably be little to no conversation at all. Plus, he didn't mind helping her at all, and he probably needed a friend in a place like this, although he would never think that she would accept him as one, since he was so bland and uninteresting. He thought he was at least.
John looked past her and into her room and said, "I can help sort your room...", he said, trying to be as helpful as possible. He didn't mean it in any other way, John was brutally honest with everything that he did, which made him a good person, but awkward to talk to. Maybe Isobel would understand that he just wanted to help, that's what he believed he was put here for, to help others, and be strong when others couldn't help themselves. It was just who he was.
Isobel grinned and uncrossed her arms when she heard John's voice. "Room service? Well, you've come too late. I'm afraid I've made the room into such a mess that it's just unsalvageable." An exaggeration of course, she didn't have enough to make a mess. Just an unmade bed and a pile of clothes near the bed. She picked up the clothes and put the in her bag taking a brush out to try and tame her hair.
Her stomach growled when John mentioned the cafeteria and she wondered what they'd be serving for breakfast. Just thinking about it made her hungrier. "I'll come with you, if you don't mind. I found it yesterday before I bumped into you."
She smiled when he offered to clean up. "Now you really are trying to be room service." She never really minded a mess, out of sight, out of mind. Just so long as she didn't start to smell it. "A messy bed won't kill me, and food is a lot higher on my priority list." She grabbed some jeans and a gray long sleeve shirt to change into. She turned to face him. "Uh, you'll have to wait outside a little bit. I'll get changed real fast and be ready to go."
Her stomach growled when John mentioned the cafeteria and she wondered what they'd be serving for breakfast. Just thinking about it made her hungrier. "I'll come with you, if you don't mind. I found it yesterday before I bumped into you."
She smiled when he offered to clean up. "Now you really are trying to be room service." She never really minded a mess, out of sight, out of mind. Just so long as she didn't start to smell it. "A messy bed won't kill me, and food is a lot higher on my priority list." She grabbed some jeans and a gray long sleeve shirt to change into. She turned to face him. "Uh, you'll have to wait outside a little bit. I'll get changed real fast and be ready to go."
He was glad that she acted a bit more open when she knew it was him, that told him that his company was enjoyed, which made him happy, it was the small things that John looked to for happiness. John gave a small smile underneath his hood when she said that the room was unsalvageable, he was glad that she caught on to his joke. He watched her pick all her clothes up and put them into a bag, and pulled out a brush. Her hair was fairly pretty, long black strands, it made her more interesting as well, he didn't see many girls with black hair. He was glad that he kept his hair short, he didn't have to brush it or anything, just wash it every day, it was simple.
John heard her stomach growl as well, he smiled when she said that she knew where the cafeteria was, that was one crisis averted. He usually had berries, cheese, milk, and bread for breakfast where he came from, the Nords didn't have that much taste, but they sure did now how to make stew, meat, and potatoes. Which probably explains why most of them grow to be so tall and large, but John was one of the biggest, Nords could be fairly scary individuals, but they also had heart. He didn't have much of a Nordic accent though, he had a very standard accent that was just gruff and very charismatic.
He nodded and gave a larger smile than usual when she said that he was trying to be room service. John really did want to help her, he wanted to organize her clothes so they weren't in a big pile, and make her bed look nice and straight, he was slightly OCD, but most of this was required of him when he was in the Nordic Knights College. "Well, after food we need to get your room sorted...", he said, rather more like a command than a suggestion, but with John it sounded like one of the most lenient and acceptable of commands.
He nodded when she told him that she needed to get dressed, and he closed the door to her room and went to his. The handout said that they could walk around armed, so he was going to do just that, he picked up his blade and scabbard, and fastened it to his belt, so it would hang from his waist at a slant. He also looked over himself checking to see if everything looked alright. Momentarily checking over his items, making sure that he had everything in order, checking to see if he had lost anything, and thinking about polishing his armor, and sharpening his sword, but he assumed she wouldn't be that long.
John stood up and exited his room, and waited outside of Isobel's door.
John heard her stomach growl as well, he smiled when she said that she knew where the cafeteria was, that was one crisis averted. He usually had berries, cheese, milk, and bread for breakfast where he came from, the Nords didn't have that much taste, but they sure did now how to make stew, meat, and potatoes. Which probably explains why most of them grow to be so tall and large, but John was one of the biggest, Nords could be fairly scary individuals, but they also had heart. He didn't have much of a Nordic accent though, he had a very standard accent that was just gruff and very charismatic.
He nodded and gave a larger smile than usual when she said that he was trying to be room service. John really did want to help her, he wanted to organize her clothes so they weren't in a big pile, and make her bed look nice and straight, he was slightly OCD, but most of this was required of him when he was in the Nordic Knights College. "Well, after food we need to get your room sorted...", he said, rather more like a command than a suggestion, but with John it sounded like one of the most lenient and acceptable of commands.
He nodded when she told him that she needed to get dressed, and he closed the door to her room and went to his. The handout said that they could walk around armed, so he was going to do just that, he picked up his blade and scabbard, and fastened it to his belt, so it would hang from his waist at a slant. He also looked over himself checking to see if everything looked alright. Momentarily checking over his items, making sure that he had everything in order, checking to see if he had lost anything, and thinking about polishing his armor, and sharpening his sword, but he assumed she wouldn't be that long.
John stood up and exited his room, and waited outside of Isobel's door.
Isobel laughed and motioned her head in a way that made one think she was rolling her eyes. John really wanted her room clean. "Alright, alright." She acquiesced. "We can tidy this place up after we get back." He was definitely interesting. She'd never met someone like him before.
After John left, she quickly changed and pinned her hair up with a clip that tapered at the end. Yup, even her hair accessories could kill. She strapped her dagger and its sheathe at her waist, hidden under her shirt. Isobel slid straps over her shoulder that held her staff in place when she slid it through the straps.
All ready, she started towards the door. Then she paused and reconsidered. She went and closed the window, not wanting any unwelcome visitors when she came back. Satisfied, she walked out to meet John. "I'm ready when you are."
After John left, she quickly changed and pinned her hair up with a clip that tapered at the end. Yup, even her hair accessories could kill. She strapped her dagger and its sheathe at her waist, hidden under her shirt. Isobel slid straps over her shoulder that held her staff in place when she slid it through the straps.
All ready, she started towards the door. Then she paused and reconsidered. She went and closed the window, not wanting any unwelcome visitors when she came back. Satisfied, she walked out to meet John. "I'm ready when you are."
John was leaning against the wall as she got changed, simply thinking, staring at the floor below his feet, while his arms were crossed. He wouldn't know if she'd be able to tell that he was armed or not, but it was hard not to notice the large blade strapped to his waist. His body alone was a weapon, he only carried one weapon with him usually, but when he knew he was going to fight he brought many, and occasionally took throwing knifes with him. Again, this man would be able to kick down a very thick door with extreme ease, the epitome of physical perfection.
He didn't think he was all that interesting, I mean look at him, all he does is take up the room, he doesn't say anything, especially when he was exposed to a group. His scores on the team-work part of the entrance exam was almost non-existent, but somehow he scored really high on the leadership part. Maybe he just didn't like people, and they liked him, or he was just uninterested and thought that socializing wasn't really that important. Hopefully he would prove himself to be acceptable in the eyes of Isobel, that's at least what he had planned on doing.
John stood up straight when she walked out to meet him, he liked how her hair looked, but he did notice that the hairpin holding it in place was tapered. She was reliable there was nothing wrong with that, it only made her more interesting. He couldn't decide whether she liked her more when she woke up or now, he didn't even now why he was thinking that, but for some reason he thought her to look slightly....what's the word...cute? in the morning. She was dressed in pretty average clothes, meanwhile John looked like he was wearing a pretty elaborate clothes, with different designs all over it. Though, they did look very Nordic, so it only added to his appearance, he looked fairly agile when he had his casual wear on, rather than his armor. He nodded when she told him she was ready, "Shall we?", he asked, holding out his arm to her.
After she accepted his help, or she didn't, he began to walk down the hall, waiting for her to tell him where to go so he could finally get something to eat. When they were threw eating and cleaning her room, he would probably ask her if she wanted to train or something, what else were they supposed to do, they weren't assigned classes yet. "Where do you come from?", John said, surprisingly enough, he had relaxed enough to actually say something to her, he wanted to find out more about this small young lady. He didn't even know how old she was.
He didn't think he was all that interesting, I mean look at him, all he does is take up the room, he doesn't say anything, especially when he was exposed to a group. His scores on the team-work part of the entrance exam was almost non-existent, but somehow he scored really high on the leadership part. Maybe he just didn't like people, and they liked him, or he was just uninterested and thought that socializing wasn't really that important. Hopefully he would prove himself to be acceptable in the eyes of Isobel, that's at least what he had planned on doing.
John stood up straight when she walked out to meet him, he liked how her hair looked, but he did notice that the hairpin holding it in place was tapered. She was reliable there was nothing wrong with that, it only made her more interesting. He couldn't decide whether she liked her more when she woke up or now, he didn't even now why he was thinking that, but for some reason he thought her to look slightly....what's the word...cute? in the morning. She was dressed in pretty average clothes, meanwhile John looked like he was wearing a pretty elaborate clothes, with different designs all over it. Though, they did look very Nordic, so it only added to his appearance, he looked fairly agile when he had his casual wear on, rather than his armor. He nodded when she told him she was ready, "Shall we?", he asked, holding out his arm to her.
After she accepted his help, or she didn't, he began to walk down the hall, waiting for her to tell him where to go so he could finally get something to eat. When they were threw eating and cleaning her room, he would probably ask her if she wanted to train or something, what else were they supposed to do, they weren't assigned classes yet. "Where do you come from?", John said, surprisingly enough, he had relaxed enough to actually say something to her, he wanted to find out more about this small young lady. He didn't even know how old she was.
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