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Varon ♦ Yu-Gi-Oh!
[Varon takes out his pocket device and jams a few buttons before he looks at the screen. Blue eyes that seem a lot bigger than they should definitely gives him the appearance of a child but that's not the case. He clears his throat before he speaks. His heavy Australian accent is thick but not impossible to understand.]
Oy! Name's Varon. Just got off the boat not too long ago. Found myself something neat too. Anyway, heard this place is a ripper. Got any stories?
Ah, guess I should tell you fine folks mine.
[He pauses for a moment and grins.]
Nah, I'll save that for the Q and A. Late.
[He smirks and waits.]
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A yellow Kawasaki Intruder stopped in front of the school. The plain blue helmet, rider's mask and goggles hid the face of a young man of 16 wearing a red and black rider's jacket, black study jeans with the legs tucked in boots that had straps instead of laces that matched the jacket. Hands covered in black gloves held the handle bars until he turned off the engine. He rubbed his wrist to make sure that his spacial displacement device he stole that contained his armor was still in place. Satisfied, he removed his hand.
Equipped with only a backpack and a bed roll with a collapsible fishing pole and hunting knife, this was a guy that was used to surviving in the wilderness. He straightened himself up and looked up at the school.
"Huh. So, this is the place. Nice digs but a bit too quiet. I think I'll get bored here." His voice sounded muffled behind the mask but the tone depicted near disgust. His eyes showed a lack of interest.
He pulled the keys from the ignition from the handlebars and removed himself from the bike. He activated the kill switch and alarm before he made his way up the stairs. "Hope they got a drum set and a gym or this place'll got to shit real fast." He mused to himself with disinterest.
Having been independent for a year, being away from his band and his girlfriend didn't help his spirits much. Coming from a family of racers and travelers, he lost contact with them months ago after the fires that tore him from his home, he had little options left.
Once he opened the door and took a look around, he removed his helmet, raised his goggles and lowered his mask. "Huh, I know I'll be bored." Heavy boots stepped onto the new hardwood floor that was evidently recent in replacement. Then the smirk appeared. "Or maybe not."
"Oy, anyone home?" He yelled out. Screw making calls. The voice was more effective.
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For a moment she simply stared at Varon. He appeared rough and obviously new, or simply just returning, given what he carried with him. She couldn't be sure one way or the other given she'd only recently arrived herself.
"Hello. Did you need a staff member?"
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"Nah, just checking to see if the door wasn't unlocked on purpose without anyone manning the place, you know." He unzipped his jacket upon noticing that the room was uncomfortably warm.
"Can't be too trusting with questionable folks out there." His voice dropped a bit. "It's been a long journey."
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She'd never once found any of the outside doors to be locked before that time.
"I suppose that is true. I have yet to have such experiences." Given her very sheltered life Dany is still a very trusting girl.
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He extended a hand in a friendly gesture. "Name's Varon. No last name, just Varon." He dropped the family name for a reason. He loved his late parents too much to mar their reputation.
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For a moment Dany stared at his hand, seemingly confused by the gesture. She reached out and took his hand but didn't shake it, it was as if she expected him to do something. Usually a kiss on the hand was what she was used to getting. Ah, the joys of different cultures and social classes. "Daenerys Targaryen, but um, you can call me Dany. It is easier on the tongue."
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He thought about what she said with a small hum. Coming from a place where refinement wasn't part of the social game, the bush and living out in the wilderness didn't make for a lot of friends other than a few acquaintances along the way now and then. Friends were hard to come by when revenge played a huge role.
"So, you met this bloke? Gotta hand it to him, his tastes in homes are...er...stuffy." Varon really didn't have a good word for it. "I kinda miss the open air, but it's too damn cold to go camping out here."
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Friends weren't a common thing for Dany either. At least, not friends her own age. She had knew many adults that she supposed she could call a friend but maybe that wasn't the right word for it.
"Just the once, right after I arrived. He seemed very nice. But yes, I do agree on the house feeling a little stuffy. Cluttered even. There is not enough open air in this layout." Her own home back home was large, possibly larger than the Institute but the layout for many of the rooms was very open. Sometimes Dany felt as if she were going to suffocate within the walls of the school. But that might just be the dragon in her complaining.
"It is much too cold."
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His gloved hand traced over the lines of the furniture. The wood panels and the way everything seemed cramped together almost felt like he didn't belong there. The rides he often took to become deliberately lost eventually made their path back to his home when he used to ride his dirt bike. He smiled to himself over the memory of his father berating him about how often Varon returned on a nearly empty tank.
He turned around to face Dany again and arched his back. He hadn't realized until now just how sore he was from those long hours on the road. "Guess I should say I'm a mutant at least. Never really thought of it much. It just comes naturally."
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Dany smiled and gave a little laugh, "I think that much is easy enough to figure out. After all, why else would you be here if you are not a mutant?"
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He chuckled softly when Dany gave her little laugh. He often thought of what it would have been like if he was an older brother but that time had passed. He bottled up his emotions and left the thought in the background. "Maybe I got the address off of some bloke's matchbook." He grinned playfully. "Seriously, though, I guess even now I gotta have some place to go. Thought I could do it on my own but I guess that comes with the territory of dead broke and homeless mixed with being too proud to admit I needed anything."
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"I doubt that to be the case." The last bit made her frown, she'd never had any experience with being dead broke or homeless. "That is terrible but at least you have here?"
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He didn't mean to come off as harsh as he had but it did give some irritation when people gave him handouts. "I'm only here because it's expected of me." He wouldn't admit it, but he did need the education and he needed the place to stay.
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The journey did take a lot out of him and before he realized it, he was needing sleep and food. He decided sleep was more important. "Listen, Dany, it's been a long trip and I'm beat. We can talk tomorrow when I'm feeling more spry. How's that?"
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Heh, cute calling me a wanna-be though. What gives you that reason?
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