Accidental Gentlemen. [Adv]

[cronos]

Close your eyes,
The rain won't wash away...

A visit to the Owlery seemed to be in order. His mother had been quite insistent on the fact that he write as soon as he was settled. She was quite excited to know just what house it was he had been placed in. There was no doubt in his mind that Kiri would dearly love to know as well. It lead him to thinking of how she was most likely acting after he had left for this abnormal school. Hopefully she hadn't given mother and father too much trouble. That wouldn't be too good for them. With a sigh he shook his head, a light smile structured on his face. That dear little girl would be the death of him. Yet he somehow couldn't not be proud that she looked up to and cared for him so much. It made him feel wanted in some minuscule way... or perhaps it was larger then that.

Yet now was not the time to be mulling over such things. He had a letter to construct. It was the very least he could do for them. Not to mention, Karen would throw one heck of a fit if he didn't write. As old as she was, she still acted quite the childish bit. Where it counted anyhow. Kariem did the same thing if only to get what it is he wants. Quite the selfish one he is. But he was family so Cronos couldn't bring himself to condemn the older male for such actions. Then there was Toru. Such a ladies' man that one. One night mother and he had discussed, jokingly, getting him 'fixed'. Apparently however Amane was listening and told Kiri whom had the decency to remain silent on the subject though Amane also decided to tell Yoshii. Then Yoshii told Karen who told Kariem who told father who, in the end, told Toru.

Toru actually threw quite the fit over that and wouldn't stop throwing glares at Cronos and Alice for the following few weeks. It seemed as though he didn't find it quite as amusing as they had. Sadly. Cronos actually found the thought to be a wonderful idea. His older brother seemed too in touch with his hormones anyhow. They were just offering helpful advice. It wasn't meant to be harmful... It may have been a bit on the painful side though... And at Toru's current age, he needed to be 'fix' more then ever. It would be doing a justice for all those unsuspecting females out there. Wandering the streets each day with no idea that a predator was on the look-out. For some reason that sounded best when applied to Toru. Yes, he was quite the predator come to think of it.

Cronos shook his head slightly at the vital turn his thoughts had taken. He was having the slightest bit of trouble keeping his mind off of his family and their happenings. He supposed it was normal though seeing as how most of his life was spent with them yet now he was being sent off to this school where he could only visit at certain times of the year. Halloween would be a nice time to see them again... Kiri always enjoyed it when he read to her tales of the Witch Trials. It was just way too fitting for such a setting. It couldn't be helped. Even Amane would sit still long enough to listen to such stories. And for some reason, he kept thinking that some time in the near future he'd end up with yet another younger sibling to take care of. The thought came unbidden at most times but he couldn't quite seem to help it. Honestly; his parents were like rabbits. Fertile rabbits. And as disturbing it was to think of such things between his parents, it couldn't be helped. One just had to wonder...

Actually he found it a bit of surprise that Alice hadn't had Daiiki 'fixed'. That would seem to be the best conclusion in these circumstances. Ahh, but what would be would be. It would probably remain this way until they got too old to 'go at it'. Now wouldn't that be the day. Already they seemed to be approaching that point. It caused relief to swell in the fifth of the Mitsaki children. No more younger siblings to be dealt with. Whining being the main point. It came with having a fairly large family. At least it wasn't as large as some other families; his being only a family of nine. That was a somewhat comforting thought actually.

Oh. His thoughts had drifted once more. That wouldn't do... He shook his head, slightly dislodging his spectacles. Quickly he pressed them back up so as not to loose them in the hay present in the Owlery. Somewhere during the time between his thoughts he had somehow managed to make it to his location. A hand shot into the bag at his side and out came a piece of parchment along with a working, surprisingly, black pen. He sat cross-legged on the wooden floor and placed the parchment on his upper thigh. For a moment his brows were furrowed as he thought over just what it is he should write. It didn't take him too long to come to a decision.

Dear Family,

I've finally arrived. I admit I'm quite excited though I don't want to play that up too much. I was sorted into the house of Rowena Ravenclaw. I must say, at least the color blue appeals to me. I haven't necessarily started classes yet but I swear to get started on them as soon as possible. Hopefully there aren't any real 'mean' Professors. I understand strict but there's a point where even that line can be crossed. Ahh, but I shouldn't be complaining though. I've barely been here more then a day. That's not much to show on my part. Inform Kiri that I do miss her and that I was thinking of her. Being the worry-wart she is, she was probably worrying over my well-being. Just make sure she knows I'm perfectly all right.

Oh! And before I forget; tell Toru I was thinking of that time we were discussing getting him fixed. I still believe we should do that by the way. I can just imagine the look on his face when he hears that. So emotional, isn't he? And as you can see, I've kept my promise to write. It wouldn't do to be disappointing. Tell father that I said he must help out with Kiri... It's either that or I castrate him the next time I see him. Don't forget to ask him which he'd prefer. Honestly I'm quite looking forward to the castrating part. And don't forget Amane. She may be eight but she's still too young to care for herself. Only father needs to be told that though. Clueless old man...

Scratch that last part. I don't wish to be berated for calling him an old man. Lord knows just how many things he would rant on about. For starters? Ahem. 'I am not an old man! I haven't even hit fifty yet. I'm in my early forties I'll have you know!' ... Liar. It's more like late forties, nearing fifty. But he shall never learn, correct? Perhaps he just needs a bit of a boost. Paying a visit to the old peoples' home maybe? Make sure he never sees this letter... I have a feeling he'd ground me... Ahh, the horrid life of an old man. Remember; no mentioning the contents of this letter to either him nor Amane. She'll have it all over the house and perhaps the world by the time the day is finished with. I must be leaving now...

Sincerely,
Cronos Rem Mitsaki.

That seemed fair enough. A quick read over the letter proved to satisfy him and he quickly called over one of the owls. After firmly attaching the note to the bird's head, he set it off. Hopefully it wouldn't get lost... He didn't wish for his words to be lost to the winds or waters. Then there would have been entirely no point in writing that entire letter. A waste of time and paper... All he had left was his hope. Yes. Hopefully the bird would make it. Most likely he'd receive a reply within a weeks time if that did happen. He pressed his glasses back up his nose. All to do now was wait.

[batgirl]

It was strange, how Ranka had found herself wondering back to the Owlery, the place that she had been spending for almost all her time. You would think that with a huge castle such as this, she would be out somewhere else, but no. She had found herself climbing those long stone steps toward the owls that awaited her. Her crisp, light brown orbs caught the attention of the wall as her pale fingers traced the outline of the stone before wrapping themselves around the railing. She had only one thing in mind, as the young mind of hers faced with the recent events that had happened in her life since she had arrived here.

Ranka knew very well why she had been constantly running back up to the olwery everyday, even though she knew that there wouldn't be a letter there everyday. She had written her uncle, the only man in the world who had cared for her after the death of her brother. A smile came creeping onto her face at the thought. However, Ranka did not own an owl, and the school owls where a tad slow at getting her letter to the other side of England. She had just sent the letter yesterday, and she was hoping that when she reached the top of the Owlery today she would have a letter awaiting her. A sense of longing to belong was fueling her steps up.

Ranka hadn't ever really had a home aside from her uncles house. So as she climbed up and up, she was hoping to have something there from her only true home. That orphanage in Russia didn't prove to be very home - like for the young women as she was growing up. A sense of family had left her one she boarded that train for the first time, and a sense of abandonment as she watched her uncle wave goodbye to her as it pulled out of the station. She wanted a letter from home. She wanted a letter to know how he is doing. Is he still breathing, is he still alive? She did hope so. Then again, she doubted he wouldn't be. He was probably busy with his work, or hopefully sending her a letter back with the kind words he always seemed to spin so perfectly into sentences. He was the ideal person to watch over anyone, Ranka didn't know what she would do without him.

Her mind, starting to float away fro the family matters started to settle on the people that Ranka had come to know here. Well, to be honest the young Russian hasn't met anyone. Only watched them. It's what she does, that must be why she is in Ravenclaw. She has a deep thought process [ at lest so she had been told ]. She likes to watch people, see what they are doing and how they react to certain situations. She gave a small smirk. Maybe she should be a psychiatrist when she gets older. She is actually very good at reading people's actions and such, maybe she help out some others. Ranka pushed a vagrant piece of blond hair from her eyes. She wasn't sure what she was going to do once she got out of this school, she was only a first year, after all.

It was at that time Ranka had finally reached the top of the stairs. She gave a small pout, looking back down the long stretch of dark stairs, thinking, If magic was so great, you would think they would create something to make someone not have to climb so many stairs. I am not lazy she told herself after that statement, giving a nod before looking back to the wooden door. Her hand did not reach for the handle, nor did she step closer to open it. She just started, the wooden carving the only thing separating her from a potential letter from her home. But she was stalling. Nerves of steal? Ya right, Ranka. She had nerves of jelly is more like it. She wanted to wait a little bit longer, maybe then she will have an actual letter there, waiting for her. Give it a little more time to arrive.

But her curiosity was getting the best of her. That, and she could have sworn she heard something on the other side of the door. She arched her eyebrow. Ranka, placing her ear up to the wood. Zoh my god. What if it's an owl arriving..or a professor? Ranka thought to herself. It's not like she would get in trouble or anything, but Ranka wasn't the best in social situations. Rolling her shoulders back and swallowing all insecurities, She wrapped her pale hand around the door handle, and pushed herself into the room quietly, in hopes not to disturb anyone or thing that would be there waiting for her.

The first reaction to Ranka entering the owlery was for her to glance around, looking for any owls that may have just arrived, but all she saw was one that had just taken off. It looks like she has no response yet. she shook her head a bit in defeat, glancing around the area. The owler really was a rather disgusting place. The birds normally smelled bad, but it wasn't as bad as usual today [ sad, she knows what this place normally smells like ]. Ranka noted the owl she normally would give her attention to, realizing she didn't bring any snacks with her today. It merely looked at her with a glare that could cut metal, that big old Barn owl. She grinned at it, realizing she really does spend to much time up here. She concluded however, that once she meets a new person or makes a friend, it will be easier to let go of home.

It was then she noticed the other person that was in the Owlery with her. A boy, his nose pressed against the window. He must have just sent that owl off to his home, sending a letter to his mother or father, or whoever his guardian was. It made Ranka smile a bit, knowing she wasn't the only one writing and anticipating. Her nerves calmed a bit, knowing she wasn't with a professor. They always make her so nervous. Knowing some of them they would have asked her if she did her homework that was due in the class. Psst. Ranka always did her homework, no matter how much she hated it. She grinned, placing a hand in her pocket and starting to walk over to the boy. Her raggy old converse made no noise as she approached, but he probably heard her enter anyway.

"Humm. I'm guessing I'm not the only one writing home" she said, attempting to make her best attempt at conversation.

[[ x} Sorry. Not as long as yours. ]]

[cronos]

It's fine. I apologize for being late in replying.

Because I am the king of wishful thinking.

A scavenger; that's what he intended to get. The symbols of death and murder... Mother would no doubt disapprove of his choice as would father. Crows weren't all that loved in his family except for by himself, Kiri, and Toru. A strange combination with him being placed in the center of it all. It almost felt like being the middle child to a point. But it mattered not. The Mitsaki's fingers twisted around one another, entwining for a moment. Suddenly they freed themselves and fell loosely away from one another. Momentarily his eyes tightened, almost immediately relaxing afterward.

Unbiddingly his fingers twitched at his sides as he heard a soft noise. The door opening, perhaps? Did someone else come to write a letter - receive one? The question flitted through his mind at astounding speeds. Not a word was spoken though. If whoever it was wished for companionship, they would probably be better off talking to one of the owls. Cronos wasn't necessarily your key talkative person. It was hard enough to get more then a few words at a time out of him - no longer than a sentence at most; a fragment at times. Those black rectangular-framed spectacles and, once more, slid down his nose. Such troublesome things they were... Contacts would probably be a good investment.

'The bad finger', as Amane called it, pressed the fragile things back upward. His vision were returned to full clarity and he released a pleased sigh, though it wouldn't last long. It never really did. A slight shift in his feet granted him with a slight creak of the wooden floor. It didn't bother nor alert him; it did seem to disturb a few of the owls though. They fluttered their wings in an impatient yet scathing way as if to scold him for his sudden actions. No attention was paid to them.

But he had yet to hear a word from his 'companion', of sorts. Whether male or female he remained unaware though it would probably be in his best interest to find out, yes? Curiosity always was a hard thing to curve. However he steered clear of that line of thought and didn't move in the least. It was silent for a few more agonizing moments before a feminine voice broke through said silence. Cronos kept his mouth shut and turned his head to the side slightly, pushing his glasses once more up his nose. Then with a subjected sigh he turned around to face the speaker. Of course he was correct in the assumption of it being a female; a blond one actually. In a split second, the first thing that came to mind was -- What house is she in? He couldn't help said line of thought. It interested him; the different houses. Each was paired with their own set of personalities yet Mihael was one that remained a mystery to those that cared.

Was she placed in Ravenclaw just as he had been? It would be fairly... nice to meet someone of the same house as he. That of Rowena Ravenclaw. Gray-gold hues drifted along the expanse of her body. He was... judging so to speak. Analyzing. It was a habit he had fallen in to not all that long ago. Her lip had been pierced off to the left side, brown orbs, thin, straight blond hair, and a slight accent when she talks. It told him nothing on her personality though. Spontaneous, perhaps? There seemed to be a lot of people that shared that certain personality trait; Amane being one of them. He blinked and drifted back into the 'real world' from his own thoughts. He had yet to speak a word to his newly arrived companion. Mother would tell him he was being quite impolite. Karen as well only with a bit more scolding.

Having actual lasting conversations had never been something he was good at. How did he expect to be so now? Oh, but he didn't expect to be as such. A few muttered words to the wind before turning away. Eventually she would tire of his lack of conversation and retire. It would happen the exact same way in the exact same pattern as any other time. Everyone always tired with his lack of conversation at some point and promptly walked away. At least not many actually grated up the 'courage' to speak to him. Always he had been the quiet one... Alice expected that Kiri would end up the same way if she continued to spend so much time with Cronos. Amane had already surpassed his silence so there was no thought on silence from her. He believed that she didn't even know she was yelling at most times. Oblivious little girl...

Gray-gold remained focused on the girl and he found himself wondering; was she feeling nervous? Did she think him incompetent? All the same he still hadn't spoken a word. That wasn't polite... Another push of his spectacles and a step forward. His eyes were half-lidded and he appeared quite... uninterested really. Once more he turned his head to the side, staring at the wooden wall there. Was it evening? Morning? He couldn't recall exactly. Ahh; not that it mattered all that much in the first place. His fingers twitched at their places by his side and he curled them inward if for nothing more than to stop the movement.

"I suppose not..." Cronos's voice sounded flat even to his own ears. In an effort to make up for that mishap, he faced her once again and cracked a slight smile. It was the best he could manage to do at this time. Whether or not she cared for his form of apology he supposed didn't matter. Yet mother had said to at least try and make friends; not push them away. That wouldn't get him much of anywhere. Friendless... That word was fitting enough. The closest people to him was his own family. His 'best friend' could be considered Kiri and she was only at the tender age of five. Perhaps he really did need friends... To keep him sane, at least. Than again; didn't some just drive you to the point of insanity?

[batgirl]

If you stay, I'll be Forgiven

Her mind was racing of home again. It was something that happened ever so often when she found a new face to accompany herself with. She sees new people to get to know, new friends to make, new lies. It is all something that she has come to accept, the pessimistic and the optimistic side. Her younger brother always use to tell her to look at people for the good they do rather then the bad things they are made up of. She laughed at him, because at a young age she knew the horrors of the world when he did not. It was something she had come to accept however, knowing that she must keep his spirits up before he would eventually leave her from this planet, just like her parents did.

Ranka's childhood was something simple, yet still unique to all the people she has met. Though, she must admit that people at this school seem to have the worst luck with family. Sure, her life wasn't the best of tings but she always made the best of her. Her best friend, at the moment was the owl that was delivering a well thought out and written letter to her uncle, so many miles away. Oh, how she missed him. But she was 16 years old! she was not going to let people think that she was home sick already, she had been away from home before. Maybe not this far away, but still far enough.

Still, it was so much easier for the young Russian to live in denial then to face the actual truth that there, indeed might be a letter coming her way from home. But of course, she knew there was no such thing coming her way, nor did she believe there truly would be one at all before she was to walk back down to the semi - quiet Ravenclaw common rooms [ Ranka wished there was a bit more life in there, considering that the majority of the people spent their time reading themselves to death ]. Ranka liked Quiet as much as the next person, but enough was enough.

Still, Ranka kept her eyes focused on the sky, hoping to see a little brown speck coming from the horizon. She could jump for joy [ possibly scare away her good company ] and read the latests news on whats happening on that side of England. As much as she may have wanted to, Ranka kept her good intentions focused on hopefully making a new friend, considering she has only made about one. She shook her head at the thought, biting her lip ring like she always did. Nervous habit, Nervous Habit. I've really got to break that she told herself, looking to the ground for a moment before actually looking to the company in front of her.

She had mindful intentions of starting up a good conversation in her wits when she had first discovered there was another person up here when she had arrived. But when he didn't actually say an answer right off the bat, she became a bit self conscious. Nock it off, you dumb dumb. Not everyone is judging you as soon as you look in a room she told herself in thought, progressing through the owlery to grab a chair that was resting in the corner. Her eyes glanced around it, making sure there was no bird droppings covering it [ that would be rather unfortunate ], and dragged it on over to the boy, placing it down ext to him before sitting herself in it as well. No sense standing, Ranka figured. She'd be here a while.

Ranka's Crisp bright brown eyes studied him for a while, taking in his appearance and body movements. Ranka was a people watcher [ as her brother had so kindly told her once ], and she liked to watch the actions and movements of people. She could read them very well, and decipher their personality. This boy was a very pale white, much like herself. However, Ranka isn't just pale because she is Russian, but because she doesn't escape into the sunlight that often. Maybe it is the same case with him? No need to judge so quickly. She noted his glasses, and couldn't help but smile ad the square frames. She had yet to meet someone here with glasses. It interested her a bit more, though she was a bit disappointed that they hid his eyes - gray they where. That had always been the first thing she noticed about a person, so it was tough to see when she first got a glimpse of them.

Ranka was a bit taken back by his flat tone, but none the less she welcomed it. A smile that swept past his face afterword showed he didn't mean it to come out so...strangely. She gave a returning smile and nod, giving the very Ranka - like understanding look. She rolled her shoulders back, watching as his hand curled up into a ball at his side before letting her hands reside on her lap, playing with the little string that rested at the bottom. She had yet to say something in return. She was thinking, of course of the perfect answer, but it had yet to pop in her mind. She was too nervous for her own good. Gosh Ranka, when are you going to learn? She wondered if he was nervous too - it appeared so. Maybe she'd be in luck and he wouldn't think of her as a silent freak. Clearing her throat, the best way to go from here was to introduce herself.

"well, that's good to know. The owlery gets awfully lonely" she said, the flapping wings of a departing owl coming in after her. She grinned. "Me Name's Ranka" she said, outstretching a hand for a greeting. That ishow they great here, right?