PO-TAY-TO (Achille)

[Jadyn Amethyst]

PO-TAY-TOES! Boil 'em, mash 'em, put 'em in a stew. PO-TAY-TOES!

There was people everywhere some waiting in line to get food, others milling about talking to friends, and still others were already seated with food. Everyone seemed to be with at least one friend some had a whole posse of peers surrounding them. Everyone it seemed except the boy standing in the corner staring at the mass of students wondering where he'd sit. It had to be a place where his daily bullies wouldn't find him, but it also had to be a place that wasn't "claimed" by another group of people. He couldn't count the number of times someone came up to him, tapped his shoulder, and rudely informed him that he was in "there spot". If it was "their spot" then it should have a sign telling everyone else not to sit there. But no matter how many times he told people this they never seemed to care. Some day he didn't even bother coming to lunch at all, and just found some empty classroom to sit in until his next class.

Figuring he could just worry about the sitting issue later he got into the line for food. The line never moved fast, but today it felt like it wasn't moving at all and it was making the students restless. Some were trying to figure out what was taking so long and ended up jostling him in the process. Instead of coming up with some snide comment like usual he kept his mouth shut. When the monkey's were agitated it was wise not to be a smart aleck because they may fling poo, or in his case fists. After about ten minutes of standing in line and moving less than three feet he dug into his hoodie pocket for his ipod. Jamming the headphones into his ears he blasted an angry sounding rock band into his head. It suited the mood and blocked out the world, something he did on a regular basis.

What felt like a decade later he paid for his food, though they should be paying him to eat it, and started toward the seating area. Just like before little seating was visible, and he quickly spotted his favorite people. Lucky for him they had not spotted him, yet. Jay started wandering around the large room in search for a seat trying to make sure to stay invisible, and out of people's way. Eventually he found a spot that was clear of people and plopped himself down. Another reason he choose the spot was because the larger, bulkier athletes of the school were sitting directly in his view of sight. Which would hopefully block him from the view of his three stooges. Head bowed he opened up a book and propped it beside his tray. Music pounding from his head phones, a fantasy story flooding his eye, and bland food offending his taste buds he faded from the world.

If it had been up to him he'd have stayed like that the entire lunch period, but he wasn't the luck dragon from the Neverending Story. No he was more the bad luck dragon in reality. Someone had decided to have a small food fight, whoever it was had horrible aim, and a large glop of gravy and mashed potatoes landed on his bowed head. A shaking hand lifted to touch the grainy texture of instant potatoes, and thick snot-like substance of the gravy slide down his forehead. If he'd been a normal war dragon he'd have gone schizo on everyone around him. Instead he let fly a stream of curses while trying to scrape off the mess from his hair. Removing his headphones he set them to the side not wanting them to get covered in the stuff as well. As soon as the music stopped laughter hit his burning ears. He lowered his gunk filled hands and noticed that his nails were longer than they were supposed to be, and much sharper. Dandy...just dandy. If his nails were already different then his eye had to be morphed by now. Hormone ridden neanderthals...

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[achille]

I'd like to make myself believe
that planet Earth turns slowly

Achille wasn't lost, really. He was just slightly turned about an confused, wandering the hallways like a lost puppy, but he wasn't lost at all. Nope, he knew exactly where he was going, it was down this hall and not to the right or left but back where he came from at the big intersetcion of main hallways.
Okay, he was a little lost. He was looking for the damned Antechamber, which was basically a mess hall or cafeteria, or so he heard.

He had a map of the schoo, but reading English was proving to be something very hard for him to do. Which sucked really, because maps were confusing enough to him as it was. All the halls from upstairs and down stairs were showed on different pages of the map, and they were labeled oddly so that he had to look off to the side, find the lable and then go back to see what part of the map it was on. Couldn't they just invent a tech-interaction map that had an arrow that read 'you are here!' and moved to where he was moving so he could get to his destination. Call it AGPS (Academy GPS).

After wandering for about twenty minutes he finally followed the scent of poorly cooked food and found the Antechamber.
"Finally!"
He thought to himself, making the famous Italian movement of his arms that clearly stated 'I am slightly annoyed'.
However when he walked into the actual place his brow fell at the feeling of disapointment. Kitchens in Italy, even school cafeterias and cafes were always so well kept, and smelt delicious as the food was never frozen or fried but always fresh. But this, this was just sad.

Sudden movement and ruckus caught his attention and he watched as a small food fight broke out among some of the bigger students of the Academy. A fast ball of potatoes and gravy was flung across the tables and he watched as it splattered all over a single boy's head. Now Achille first noticed how his head was bowed, because Ahille did it often. He was trying to be invisible, or at least stay low as to not draw attention to himself. Achille did this on a dayly basis when he was at home to avoid being beat up by his brother, which was probably why he was also sitting alone.

Now Achille wasn't an angry guy at all, and he wasn't one to act out and be a hero, but he was Italian with a thick accent, so if he wanted to sound angry then he sure as hell could do it easily. Besides, his hair was brushed back like a typical Italian mafia guy and he was wearing a suit jacket, so he probably looked a little threatening too. Achille put on a stern face and threw his hands up into the air.
"What are you doing?!"
At the sound of the shout a few kids began to look in his direction, then a few more as he continuted his rant.
"You throw food like it is nothing! Why?! Why you do this?! You hit someone and laugh, I suppose it hit you you wouldn't be laughing, no?"
He paused in the middle of his fit then did that little thing that Italians loved where he held his hand up and pursed his fingers as if he were holding invisible paper and shook it slightly.
"Questo è un insulto, mi vergogno a partecipare qui!"

He finished off in Italian. He didn't expect them to apologize at all, most likely just make fun of him, which is what he wanted. As long as they were laughing at him now instead of the poor boy with potatoes in his hair. He apparently didn't want attention drawn to him, so Achille drew it to himself. He happened a glance and flashed a small smile into the direction of the other boy as if to say, 'I've got your back.'


[[ooc: I wish I could type an Italian accent TT_TT, sadly I can really only do Northern Irish and Scottish]]

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Goading and gonads.

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Deep breaths. Deep breaths. A deep inhale was followed by a slow exhale has he willed his hands held in his lap to return to normal. After a few deep breaths his heart calmed down and his claws shifted to nails. He didn't even remember the last time he'd shifted into his full form, and he knew it would probably hurt, only a lot. Starting to remove the gunk from his hair he jerked up his head at the sound of yelling. A boy, a very oddly dressed boy, was yelling at the potato throwing culprits. His eye darted from the boy to the athletes sizing the group up compared to the boy. If he doesn't watch it they're going to pulverize him.

Though he didn't know this for sure the boy could have some wicked power encased in that not so intimidating body. The voice was impressive and the random yelling in Italian made his eye brows raise. What had he just said anyway? Not quite used to people in the school sticking up for him he stared in astonishment at the other boy's bravery. At the initial yelling the group of muscular jocks were shocked and some even looked ashamed for what they had done. It didn't last all that long as now their attention was on the Italian boy, and unhappy attention that was.

Eye narrowing he watched as some of the beef boys moved closer to the cleanly dressed Italian. Idiot, one does not challenge people who are bigger than you are. It wasn't like he was one to talk he tended to shoot his mouth off at all the wrong people too. Sighing he knew that he wasn't just going to be able to sit there and watch this happen. The boy was helping him out and to just slink away like a coward, though it would save him much anguish, was not something that sat well with him. He stood running his hands through his hair in an attempt to get the remaining food out of his hair. The action only resulted in smoothing back his hair in a gross sort of gel. Gross. Really gross.

"Ya see I'm a very attention hogging type of person, and you all just ignoring me for some Italian just doesn't sit well with me." He put his hands on his hips looking somewhat like a midget pirate; if he only had a parrot and a sword. "I mean I know all of your attention spans in accumulation is about the size of a gnat, oh wait, do you not know what a gnat is? It's a really small bug." That last sentence was spoke slowly and made the hand motion of something that is very tiny with his fingers as though he were speaking to little children. "You know small, like your brains, or other more tender parts. The parts you actually think with. Oh, and you really should lay off the steroids cuz girls really do care bout size, you know." He waggled his fingers at the direction of their lower anatomy with a disgusted look on his face.

Never insult a man's tender parts, especially not in front of a fair amount of the student body. I might just very well die for this one. He gave the Italian boy a quirky smile before getting lifted into the air by his collar. "I see that those steroids are getting put to good use. Oh, and look! I can see your ego from here! It's waaay down there, boy does it look tiny." Grinning evilly he gripped the wrist of the arm that was holding him only taking his eye off of the guy for a second to see that he'd only managed to gain some of the attention back to him. Some were still interested in what the Italian had to say. I appreciate the help Italinano, but you really shoulda stayed out of it. If the boy got hurt on his behalf he was going to be pissed.

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[achille]

I'd like to make myself believe
that planet Earth turns slowly

Achille's mouth half hung open with some what bewilderment. Was this guy serious? What was the point of sticking your neck out with a bright target painted on it if they were just going to show their own target off to the world. Achille understood there was some form of pride, and that maybe this boy didn't want to seem helpless and let Achille save him, but really...there were limits to that, weren't there? As the jocks picked up the small boy Achille attempted to step forward but was stopped with a large arm. He looked up to see a rather burly looking student staring down at him, obviously a grunt of the other guys.

As remarks about steroids and size was thrown about, Achille felt himself turn slightly red. That was some what embarrassing, this kid had no shame! The sudden noises of the fight intensifying made Achille finally move. He was able to duck under the big guys, seeing as she was so much smaller and faster than the rest of them. He dodged about two of them and managed to get close enough that he was in range of sight of the boy. He didn't plan on trying to get the big guys to let Jaydyn go physically, but at least he'd try and get the other's attention. Once he was sure that Jaydyn looked in his direction, he mouthed 'hold your breath' to him. He was hoping he got the message. Achille was sure morse code was out of the question, so he might as well have given it a try.

Another finally grabbed him in a very unpleasent bear hug.
"Got you, you little runt!"
He yelled as he picked Achille easily off the floor. Achille grunted, feeling his chest practically being crushed.
'Why do I have to be such a good person?'
He inwardly questioned himself as he squirmed. Achille's poison emisson had two stages. The first stage was that he emited a mist that was invisible to the naked human eye. His poison itself had different effects on different people and creatures, so a few of these guys might get naseus, some's eyes might water or some would probably get a headache. A plus of the first stage was it only took effect if you breathed it in, which would be why he told the other small boy to hold his breath.
The poison had already began to take it's course. The one holding Achille had gone pale, his stomach beginning to get very uncomfortable. The others' eyes began to water, some held their heads and stomaches, others even started to get nose bleeds and rush off to teh bathroom.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Nothing like a good gassing to break up a party.

And Italiano was now in a bear hug with one of the grunts that was just perfect. Was he mouthing something? He really wished he knew how to read lips it was definitely one of those times it was highly needed. A minute or so later people around the boy were getting ill and Jay started smelling something very off. It didn’t take a genius to figure this one out; he held his breath. Whatever was going on probably had something to do with that smell, and since the boy had attempted to warn him about something he could only guess that the smell was it.

The problem for the slick haired boy seemed to be over but was he free? Dangling from the air though entertaining was not something he enjoyed all that much. He eyed his handler noticing that the guy was getting a tad green about the gills. A wicked grin spread as Jadyn’s skin started to itch either from the gas or the fact that this was a little too much for his control to handle. Deciding it was a jolly good time to get free; he hooked his heels together and swung as hard as he could toward the guy’s stomach. Normally he’d aim for lower regions but the guy probably had enough problems in that department as it were.

With a solid oomph the jock’s hand released Jay and doubled over his arms crossing over his stomach. Landing clumsily on his feet Jay clamped his hands over his mouth and nose hoping he wouldn’t have to hold his breath very long. One thing he certainly did not like about having to hold his breath: he couldn’t talk. It didn’t take long for the mass number of the bullies to take off and even surrounding people were heading out of the room. He made a hand motion over his neck toward the boy to signal to cut it out. They were safe for now at least so there wasn’t really any need to continue on with the gassing of the dining room.

The dragon walked over to the boy and gave him a thumb up not quite sure if it was safe to breathe or not. Though he wouldn’t be able to hold his breath much longer before passing out, but at least he could probably hold his breath longer than most because of his race. However it wasn’t like he practiced holding his breath so he’d need to intake more oxygen very soon. Sooner rather than later as the saying goes.

[achille]

I'd like to make myself believe
that planet Earth turns slowly

Achille stopped his poison emision as soon as the jocks started filing out. He himself was released rather quickly, almost dropped infact, and upon hearing a grunt looked over to see Jaydyn being dropped from his captor as well. Achille smiled slightly in success as he was giving a thumbs up.
"Oh, it is okay to breath now. But I think we should leave this area before we get in trouble, yes?"

Achille held out his arm as if in direction and began to walk away. He was sure that they'd figure out about his poisonous powers and come back for revenge wearing gas masks or something. Achille thought about that for a moment but then decided shortly after they weren't all that bright. As soon as they were well out of the cafeteria he smiled towards Jaydyn.
"I suppose I may introduce myself now. My name is Achille, it is a pleasure to meet you."
He grinned holding out his hand for Jaydyn to shake.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

A whole new meaning to bad hair day.

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At the word that it was safe to breathe he gasped for air bending over slightly with his hands on his knees. Boy did he not like holding his breath. Feeling a tad dizzy his eyes went wide and he wobbled a bit having also taken in some left over gas. His stomach was suddenly not at all happy but it didn't last all that long. After a second to regain his composure he followed the boy almost cringing at the evil gazes the rest of the room was giving them. If looks could kill they'd have been killed by about four dozen times.

Once free of the venomous stares he felt like he could breathe normally again and reached up a hand to rub his chest. The grunts fist had not felt all that lovely holding him in the air like that but at least the fist hadn't swung itself into his face or worse. Italiano started talking again and a hand suddenly appeared outstretched toward him. With a half cocked grin Jadyn held out his hand in return, then saw the remnants of mashed potatoes on the back of his hand. "Opps, missed some."

He rubbed the hand behind his back to rub the gunk off before offering his hand once more. "The name's Jadyn, but you can come up with some nick name for me. Usually people call me Jay for short." After retrieving his hand he lifted it to his very disgusting hair. Never before had he had the unique texture of powdered mashed potatoes and gravy in his hair. With a shudder he lowered his hand. "It's smashing to meet you too, but you mind if we find a bathroom? I don't feel like having today's menu as the latest hair style."

Starting down the hall he paused for a moment to see if the other boy was going to follow him. Then not really caring he started off toward a bathroom he wanted this gunk out of his hair like ten minutes ago. Heck he hadn't wanted it in his hair period. Spotting a men's bathroom he darted inside and ran to the sink. "Thank goodness for a small head." With that his small head was stuck under the faucet which turned the clumps into soup and it slid down his face. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. EW! F**k my life! Doing a heebee jeebee dance he flung he eye patch to the next sink as he frantically scrubbed the stuff out of his head. He hated, loathed, dispised feeling gross. It made his skin crawl and his stomach curl.

When he was satisfied he squeezed the hair dry the best he could before straightening. He opened his eyes to see if the boy followed him with one bright blue eye and one milky blue-white eye. Usually he didn't let people see his blind eye, but the grossness had overpowered his voice of reason. Reaching for his now grime covered eye patch he made a face at the piece of fabric. "Gross..."

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[achille]

I'd like to make myself believe
that planet Earth turns slowly

Achille attempted one final glare at the remaining students who loved to pick on the little guys. REally, Achille hated bullies and the tough guys so much. They weren't really all that strong at all, they just picked on the little guys and seemed tough because they never took on anyone their own size. Achille, for one, was actually pretty strong. Sure, he couldn't lift 100 pounds above his head like nothing, but he was emotionaly fit and if he or his friends were ever bullied he wouldn't stand for it. Achille often came home beat up for protecting others, even if he didn't know them. A lot of the times he knew he was no match, but everytime he was demanding respect, something that he felt he needed to do considering he got none at home.

After he was sure no one would follow them he quickly caught up to the small dragon and, after glancing around and deciding what direction thank fully found him in the first bathroom he walked into. Achille smiled slightly at the dance, but he didn't laugh considering the circumstances in which said dance was done wasn't humorous at all. Achille took a glance at the eye patch and then notice of the milky eye.

Quickly the Italian distracted himself with looking at papers that were in his back pocket. His scheduel, a map of the school, school newspaper and a highlighted article written by someone by the name of Olive the Great. Achille knew that even he, being noble as he tried, tended to stare at others abnormalities, and he knew it made others uncomfortable. So why he was trying to look away he actually began reading the article by Olive. After speed-reading over most of it his brow furrowed in thought.
"Is Olive the Great a reporter?"
He questioned mostly to himself then looked up, realizing he must have been beeing rude.

"Oh, sorry, excuse my bad manners. You are okay, now, yes?"

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Nothing like humiliation to brighten your day.

The boy suddenly dug in his back pocket for papers to look at and made himself preoccupied. Some people might not find this at all odd, but for one who was used to people making sure they weren't looking at him he knew the signs. First they might stare a little bit then they made darn sure they didn't face him. So even the noble Italiano couldn't stand his eye. Sighing he flicked off as much gunk as he could from his eye patch and put it back on. Reason number one why he wore the darn thing in the first place. He turned back to the sink to try and wash up a little more with soap. At first he ignored the boy's word's not really caring what the papers had to say.

Hearing the question he continued to wash his hands and scrub at his clothes with some paper towels. "I'm as okay as I'm going to be until I have a good long hot bath. But thanks for asking." In truth he didn't care if the boy cared if he was alright or not. A part of him felt that now that the little crisis was over there was no need to even talk to the boy. He'd been kind to him and had stuck up for him but it wasn't like he'd asked anyone to help him. Sighing again he tossed the paper towels into the trash can and turned to face the other boy. The water dripped down onto his white button up shirt and his eye patch was also wet. But nothing that he could really do about it now.

"So...um...thank you for sticking up for me in there, and thanks for saving my butt with the whole gassing thing." He waved a hand in the boy's direction as he moved around him to leave the bathroom. "I hope sticking up for me doesn't cause you more problems. If they do, well, I guess that'll teach you not to stick up for wimps with potatoes in their hair."

Wimps with an eye that people can't stand to look at, and can't even stand up for themselves. Jay shoved his hands into his soft slacks pockets as he kicked open the door to the bathroom to head out. The other boy's duty was done so he could move on with his life, and Jadyn could move on with his. Which would involve skipping more classes and taking a bath that lasted four hours. Sounded like a perfect plan to hide for the rest of the day after that humiliation. Yep, life was perfect.

[achille]

I'd like to make myself believe
that planet Earth turns slowly

Achille smiled politely (yet apologetically as the eye patch was replaced) when he was thanked.
"It is no problem; was the way I was raised."
Sure, his mother always told him to be brave for the week, but it was his brother and father that really got the message through. They never liked that Achille was so small and more artistic rather than a total jock and great at football (soccer in America). Achille was sure his brother hated him because he was a Gifted, but he wasn't sure where his father's distain came from. It wasn't bad at all to be an artist, especially if you were born and raised in Florence of all places! Achille was starting to believe that was just wishfull thinking, though.

As the boy then mentioned that Achille being picked on would teach him not to stick up for people his face was switched from a smile to confusion. Did he not want Achille to stand up for him? Again, he knew that some people were too pridefull for others to stand up for them, but Achille just couldn't understand this person at all. Generally Achille was really good read of character type of kid, but this green haired male was confusing him on and off.

As he exited the bathroom Achille debated whether or not to try and follow him. He seemed very lonely, and like being picked on happened often so maybe he just expected Achille to abandon him like the others. Achille was never one for abandonment, so he was half tempted to follow. Then again, maybe he wanted to be left alone to go bath. Either way, Achille wasn't going to let this person be, they seemed to have too much in common, and if he were caused any more pain or humiliation Achille wouldn't stand for it. As he exited he called to the other's back,
"I guess I will have to teach them lesson, too. Not all 'little guys' are alone; I have trick or two more up my sleeve."
It was true, they didn't know how powerful his poison was, that was just a small dose, and they had absolutely no idea about his second gift at all.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

The price of one butt saving.

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The reply of how he was raised quirked his attention and he glanced at the boy. He was raised to believe that if one couldn't stand up for themselves then they deserved the punishment they got. His brother didn't follow that teaching by protecting Jadyn, but his father and everyone around him slammed it into his brain. So much so that he started to almost resent his brother's protection. If he deserved to be beaten, nearly killed by the other dragons, then so be it. To think that people taught their children to defend the weak made him pause. His stomach churned and his chest tightened as he lowered his gaze to his hands. Such weak hands that would never be strong enough to make his father even look at him without wanting to kill him.

Stealing himself against the sudden well of emotions he straightened his back and proceeded to walk out. He didn't expect the boy to keep interacting with him the boy would leave the bathroom and then they'd part ways. Italiano had done his part and now he was free to do whatever he wanted. Unless he wanted payment of some kind or a favor done because he'd risked himself for Jay. The sound of that quickly familiarizing voice made him stop and turn giving the boy a questioning look. Why was he still following him?

"Do you want payment or something? From the looks of your clothes your not exactly poor, but if it's money you want I guess I can scrounge up something." Scrounge wasn't exactly the right word seeing as his aunt sent him money that his brother sent to her. Where his brother was getting the money he didn't know, which is why he tended to not touch it. Most of the money was shoved in a hollowed out book under his bed. "Or I can do a favor I suppose. Though I don't even do my own school work let alone doing someone else's so if that's what you want I'd suggest you think of something else."

Hands still in his pockets he leaned against the hallway's wall staring at the boy waiting to hear what the fee would be. If the boy didn't want a fee then what the heck did he want? He had said that not all little guys were alone, maybe he wanted to be friends? Like he needed a protector, and it wasn't like he could help the other boy if things came down to it. He couldn't even breathe fire anymore because honestly who really wanted to eat charcoal?

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