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xp_logsJulian and Rachel have a...discussion...by the lake.
Julian had slept in, but after the previous night, he'd needed the rest- between all the traveling, the awkward dinner with one of his students and the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed after. He'd finished his morning run around the lake, done some flying practice (though it was more so landing practice at this point), and was now settled in from some meditation on the lake shore. Stripped to the waist, his sweat covered shirt lay discarded a few feet away. As he shut his eyes, a pang of hunger struck him as he'd missed breakfast...and lunch. He forced the feeling of hunger down and emptied his mind with practiced technique, concentrating on his breathing and listening to his surroundings: the squirrels in their trees, a fish jumping in the water, the footsteps of someone passing nearby.
But those footsteps did not pass. They slowed, paused, then disappeared altogether as Rachel lifted herself off the ground and hovered lightly five meters in the air as she surveyed the tree line. She landed with a wrinkle of her nose a minute later, clearly not having found what she was looking for. If only she was looking for a half-naked meditating stranger -- she would've hit the jackpot. Alas.
The fact that the footsteps hadn't passed by started to bug Julian as he thought someone might be standing behind him. His brow furrowed as he sent out a gentle telekinetic pulse to try and get a sense of who was near him- perhaps Doreen didn't want to disturb him. The woman nearby lacked a tail though, and seemed to be floating- he opened one eye and tried to glimpse the interloper through his peripheral vision.
"What the actual fuck?" Rachel demanded, batting away the pulse with an quick shake of her head. Green eyes sparked with quickfire anger as she spun around to stare indignantly at Half-naked Meditating Stranger. "That's rude."
Julian's muscles visibly relaxed as his posture drooped and he turned to look at the floating red-head, who looked vaguely familiar in the late-morning sun. "So is floating by someone who doesn't know who you are," he stood, by pushing himself off the ground rather than with his teekay. "Seriously, it's like watching someone sleep- and since I'm not a teenage girl with a vampire obsession, ick." He smiled as he stooped to grab his towel, shaking it out before wrapping it over his shoulders, "But I'll forgive yours if you forgive mine."
Something in the way her glare turned into a flat stare indicated exactly how unimpressed Rachel was with Julian at that moment. "Did you just equate someone sending a telekinetic cattle prod at a stranger's face with someone else passing by an open area while minding their own business? What did I do? Push your unsuspecting ass into the lake? See that would have been rude." Probably funny too, she considered, fingers twitching. The redhead crossed her arms across her chest and leveled an expectant look at the Half-naked Meditating Stranger.
He smirked, "Take it easy, I meant no disrespect- and I'm pretty sure you have the ability to back up your threat." He held up his hands, "Though, I could use a dip if you wanted to give me a hand," a snarky grin spread across his face. Before she could make good on her promise he extended a hand, "Julian Keller."
Rachel cocked her head to the side, and arched a single brow, his hand never making it past her peripheral vision as she completely ignored it extended between them. "Does the concept of an apology not exist in the world you live in, Julian Keller? Especially given how that would have probably stung someone who didn't also happen to be a TK?"
Julian let his hand fall back onto the towel around his neck, "An apology is a signal of weakness- a trait it would seam neither of us possess. However, one should always treat a stranger with respect, for one never knows when he is talking to a potential enemy," he sighed, taking a beat to weigh the lessons of his father against those of Sifu Paris. He ruffled his hair, "I...am sorry that I knocked you with that pulse- I'm still trying to get the hang of that technique."
She had been prepared to lake him, she really had. He had been so close to deserving it especially with his philosophical spiel on weakness. But with the apology, Rachel could only huff a sigh and nod. "Apology accepted. Don't do it again." The or else hung unspoken by her lips for a moment before she waved him away, prepared to leave him to... whatever it was that he wanted to do.
Pulling his hand back onto the towel, Julian tipped his head to the side a bit, "That's twice you've been rude to me, Red." He braced himself for any blow back, this one seemed to have more fire than the typical mansion resident. "When someone gives you their name, generally it is polite to give yours in return," plus he really, really wanted to avoid this one around the halls.
She turned back to him, dangerous glint back in verdant eyes. "Twice?" Rachel snorted, a tight smile curling just the corners of her lips. "I did nothing to you before you decided to use me as a practice target, homme. And while generally I don't mind making friends with strangers, I find myself oddly averse to making small talk with someone who thinks an apology is a sign of weakness. That you also think you're somehow entitled to knowing my name just because you gave me yours unasked makes me all that more unwilling to give it to you."
The redhead flashed a broader smile at Julian that did not quite reach her eyes. "If this is what you mean by respecting a stranger, then, well. I guess I'll just have to return the sentiment."
With an abrupt snap of her wrist, Rachel shoved the air in front of her towards Julian. Within a single blink of the eye, the blunt force of her telekinesis shoved at the entirety of the man's body with enough strength to send him careening a distance into the lake.
The blast had at least been softened by the shielding he'd been pulling in around him, a large divot of dirt and undergrowth fell into the lake as a result of his underestimating this woman. Soaring through the air he tried to get the lift he needed to start flying, but the water came up on him too quickly. Again, his instinctive shielding kicked in, softening the impact, and dissipating once he was under the surface.
Righting himself he pushed his way to the surface and inhaled a deep breath of air- and a fair amount of lake water. The blow had knocked the wind out of him and had he not been a swimmer, he certainly could have drown. Taking a moment to get his bearings, he looked to see if the red-head was still at the shore line.
Rachel was still there, hovering about a foot off the ground and watching him with a bland expression on her face. She really was only sticking around long enough to make sure he didn't drown -- and to snap a quick photo of the twat with her iPhone.
"My, how rude of me," she said, sounding almost cheerful as she spun around in the air and shot off towards the mansion, having evidently given up looking for whatever it was that she was looking for. "Have a nice dip, Julian Keller."
Julian had slept in, but after the previous night, he'd needed the rest- between all the traveling, the awkward dinner with one of his students and the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed after. He'd finished his morning run around the lake, done some flying practice (though it was more so landing practice at this point), and was now settled in from some meditation on the lake shore. Stripped to the waist, his sweat covered shirt lay discarded a few feet away. As he shut his eyes, a pang of hunger struck him as he'd missed breakfast...and lunch. He forced the feeling of hunger down and emptied his mind with practiced technique, concentrating on his breathing and listening to his surroundings: the squirrels in their trees, a fish jumping in the water, the footsteps of someone passing nearby.
But those footsteps did not pass. They slowed, paused, then disappeared altogether as Rachel lifted herself off the ground and hovered lightly five meters in the air as she surveyed the tree line. She landed with a wrinkle of her nose a minute later, clearly not having found what she was looking for. If only she was looking for a half-naked meditating stranger -- she would've hit the jackpot. Alas.
The fact that the footsteps hadn't passed by started to bug Julian as he thought someone might be standing behind him. His brow furrowed as he sent out a gentle telekinetic pulse to try and get a sense of who was near him- perhaps Doreen didn't want to disturb him. The woman nearby lacked a tail though, and seemed to be floating- he opened one eye and tried to glimpse the interloper through his peripheral vision.
"What the actual fuck?" Rachel demanded, batting away the pulse with an quick shake of her head. Green eyes sparked with quickfire anger as she spun around to stare indignantly at Half-naked Meditating Stranger. "That's rude."
Julian's muscles visibly relaxed as his posture drooped and he turned to look at the floating red-head, who looked vaguely familiar in the late-morning sun. "So is floating by someone who doesn't know who you are," he stood, by pushing himself off the ground rather than with his teekay. "Seriously, it's like watching someone sleep- and since I'm not a teenage girl with a vampire obsession, ick." He smiled as he stooped to grab his towel, shaking it out before wrapping it over his shoulders, "But I'll forgive yours if you forgive mine."
Something in the way her glare turned into a flat stare indicated exactly how unimpressed Rachel was with Julian at that moment. "Did you just equate someone sending a telekinetic cattle prod at a stranger's face with someone else passing by an open area while minding their own business? What did I do? Push your unsuspecting ass into the lake? See that would have been rude." Probably funny too, she considered, fingers twitching. The redhead crossed her arms across her chest and leveled an expectant look at the Half-naked Meditating Stranger.
He smirked, "Take it easy, I meant no disrespect- and I'm pretty sure you have the ability to back up your threat." He held up his hands, "Though, I could use a dip if you wanted to give me a hand," a snarky grin spread across his face. Before she could make good on her promise he extended a hand, "Julian Keller."
Rachel cocked her head to the side, and arched a single brow, his hand never making it past her peripheral vision as she completely ignored it extended between them. "Does the concept of an apology not exist in the world you live in, Julian Keller? Especially given how that would have probably stung someone who didn't also happen to be a TK?"
Julian let his hand fall back onto the towel around his neck, "An apology is a signal of weakness- a trait it would seam neither of us possess. However, one should always treat a stranger with respect, for one never knows when he is talking to a potential enemy," he sighed, taking a beat to weigh the lessons of his father against those of Sifu Paris. He ruffled his hair, "I...am sorry that I knocked you with that pulse- I'm still trying to get the hang of that technique."
She had been prepared to lake him, she really had. He had been so close to deserving it especially with his philosophical spiel on weakness. But with the apology, Rachel could only huff a sigh and nod. "Apology accepted. Don't do it again." The or else hung unspoken by her lips for a moment before she waved him away, prepared to leave him to... whatever it was that he wanted to do.
Pulling his hand back onto the towel, Julian tipped his head to the side a bit, "That's twice you've been rude to me, Red." He braced himself for any blow back, this one seemed to have more fire than the typical mansion resident. "When someone gives you their name, generally it is polite to give yours in return," plus he really, really wanted to avoid this one around the halls.
She turned back to him, dangerous glint back in verdant eyes. "Twice?" Rachel snorted, a tight smile curling just the corners of her lips. "I did nothing to you before you decided to use me as a practice target, homme. And while generally I don't mind making friends with strangers, I find myself oddly averse to making small talk with someone who thinks an apology is a sign of weakness. That you also think you're somehow entitled to knowing my name just because you gave me yours unasked makes me all that more unwilling to give it to you."
The redhead flashed a broader smile at Julian that did not quite reach her eyes. "If this is what you mean by respecting a stranger, then, well. I guess I'll just have to return the sentiment."
With an abrupt snap of her wrist, Rachel shoved the air in front of her towards Julian. Within a single blink of the eye, the blunt force of her telekinesis shoved at the entirety of the man's body with enough strength to send him careening a distance into the lake.
The blast had at least been softened by the shielding he'd been pulling in around him, a large divot of dirt and undergrowth fell into the lake as a result of his underestimating this woman. Soaring through the air he tried to get the lift he needed to start flying, but the water came up on him too quickly. Again, his instinctive shielding kicked in, softening the impact, and dissipating once he was under the surface.
Righting himself he pushed his way to the surface and inhaled a deep breath of air- and a fair amount of lake water. The blow had knocked the wind out of him and had he not been a swimmer, he certainly could have drown. Taking a moment to get his bearings, he looked to see if the red-head was still at the shore line.
Rachel was still there, hovering about a foot off the ground and watching him with a bland expression on her face. She really was only sticking around long enough to make sure he didn't drown -- and to snap a quick photo of the twat with her iPhone.
"My, how rude of me," she said, sounding almost cheerful as she spun around in the air and shot off towards the mansion, having evidently given up looking for whatever it was that she was looking for. "Have a nice dip, Julian Keller."
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