witchesreign | 001 [The Cafeteria]

[It was lunchtime, finally. Remy thought he'd been clever, signing up for this school in this new world. If he was going to be stuck here, he thought, having every resource possible at his disposal would be a great idea, right? He'd only been to four classes so far, though, and he was convinced he'd underestimated, well, everything. His notes were spread across the square table in front of him in a haphazard fashion. Notes of Garden Code, notes on regiment formation, notes on this, notes on that. His red and black gaze swept across the scattering of papers before him, seeing, but not really comprehending. What had he gotten himself wrapped up in again? He heaved a tired sigh and rubbed his hands across his face, then running his fingers through his hair, and licked his lips. He was Remy leBeau. He could break into anyone's house, steal all their valuables, and escape without a trace. He could handle a little schooling. This was nothing. He wished he believed himself.

He took a sip from the fountain drink that had accompanied his lunch (he hadn't been lucky enough to score one of the Garden's famous hot dogs and had sufficed with a chicken sandwich) and picked up the notes from his first class, Garden Code or whatever it was. He read it for all of five seconds before putting it down and heaving a loud sigh.]

Nom de Dieu, this place gonna be the death of you, leBeau.

[OOC: /is nervous. I hope I did this right. Anyway, anyone ever is free to bug him in the Cafeteria at lunch. He'll probably welcome the distraction XD]

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[Remy looks up as the boy(?) approaches and arches an eyebrow. He notes the hotdog and the whiteboard, the latter giving him pause for a moment.]

Bonjour. You, eh, lookin' for a seat?

[Unfortunately, his hands are full, so he can't really respond; he just sort of nods and looks away.]

[Remy clears a spot for his tray.]

There ya go, mon ami. Take a load off.

[Rion looks very, very puzzled at the French, as it's not a language he's very familiar with. He sets his tray down, and immediately his hands go to the whiteboard, taking the electronic marker there and beginning to write, which he then displays to Remy.]

Thank you. :)

[Remy smiles, his suspicions proven true. He couldn't talk.]

Not a problem, homme. So, you read lips?

[... that's not the worst assumption Rion's ever had. He just sort of shoots an understanding look at Remy (while still writing, mind; his handwriting's quite impressive for someone who is completely not looking at what he is writing.)]

I can hear fine! I just can't talk.

[Remy nods again. He could definitely roll with that.]

That's a nifty petit board you got there, homme. Th' name's Remy. Remy leBeau. What's yo's?

Rion Lyon.

[He smiles faintly, not having touched his food yet - it's a rarity that he actually talks to people, and right now he's sort of pushing himself to do so. It's important to get to meet new people - that's what his mom always said.

Even if he's only over here because this is where he's supposed to sit. (alone, usually, but let's ignore that for now.)]

[Remy grins. This kid's alright in his book, even if he is a little on the quiet side. Too bad he doesn't realize he's at his table.]

Well, Rion, it's mighty fine t' meetcha, mon ami. You been 'round here long?

[Do you think Rion's gonna bring this up? God no, not for a while. This is not what he does; he'd rather go through discomfort for someone else as long as they seem pretty cool.

Remy seems pretty cool.]

I guess you're an offworlder, then. I'm from here; I grew up in Balamb Town, actually, where the Garden's stationed a lot. If there's anything you need to know, I can try and help, even though you'd probably be better off asking an instructor or something.

[His eyebrows raise. He hadn't met a local yet. Of course, he's only been here a few days...okay, one.]

D'accord, mon ami. You a local, then. Rion knows th' stuff. I think I can remember that.

[He only responds with a polite, confused stare that means that he completely has no idea what the entire first sentence there meant.]

[Remy looks a little apologetic. He's not exactly sure what he said to confuse the guy, but he can tell he did.]

Ask you if I got any questions, oui? That's what you meant.

I didn't understand the first part.

[Again, a look of apology. Rion is sure he just misheard or something and that Remy was perfectly clear and not speaking in a foreign language or something.]

[And have a sudden look of understanding, Rion.]

Oh, Oui, uh, that means yes. D'accord, is...like sayin' okay, non? An' mon ami, that means friend.

001 [The Cafeteria]

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