History: a lesson in agression.

Will squealed at Artemiy. She tucked her arms against herself as he exited his weapon form and she felt her feet fall freely beneath her. She realized she was squeezing her eyes eyes shut and that this probably not a wise choice, only to feel her bum slip through Artemiy's arms, which caught her back and the bend of her knees. She peeled her eyes open timidly, exhaling a sigh of relief. "Th-thank you for catching me..." she muttered shyly.

Artemiy nodded and stood Will up on the ground. "No problem," He said, proceeding to give Will a pat on the head. "You did very well. Your first time, and you manged not to stall my engine or jam the gun." He continued, with a wide smile on his face.

Will was, quite obviously, a strong girl. She shrunk away from Artemiy's hand as he petted the top of her hair, regardless of her minor efforts to avoid it. At his compliment, she gave him a pouty frown and her shoulders wilted a bit. "Are you patronizing me?" She muttered, abashed. Her cheeks were a bit hot now and she'd dropped her eyes at the floor, as she wasn't quite used to genuine behavior from most people.

"It was not my goal, no." Artemiy replied, with a shake of his head. "Should we not get back to class?"

OOC: Whoopsie, short post. Sorreh.

She gave a quiet sigh and wrinkled her nose before looking back up at him. "I... I guess so." she agreed, though truly, class sounded horrible. Her fondness for education had decreased exponentially as being bullied was neither fun nor educational by any means.

Artemiy turned back towards the academy and slowly started walking, as well as talking at the same time. "If anyone gives us trouble, I say we do things the Russian way." He hoped that Will caught on to what he meant, which was along the lines of cracking more hipbones.

Will watched the boy's broad shoulders as he headed toward the school. She sighed and couldn't help but give a quiet chuckle at his words. "The Russian way, eh?" she cooed, her posture relaxing now. She felt fairly comfortable with Artemiy and that was saying something, believe it or not. She rubbed at her eyes as they entered the building, colors flickering across her vision from the bustling halls.

"Da." The Russian simply said, before he walked inside and then through the corridors, back towards the history classroom.

(*Lights this thread on fire* ARC! Gotta plot this or this thread gone die)

(Yes, probably. Ideas?)

(Not right off the top. We need an event or something. Not entirely sure what though)

(Ummm...... ;-;)

(I cannot be the life-blood of this thread. You must donate to it for it to prosper!)

(But what kind of event! ;-; I want the idea fairy to smite me with ideas!)

(I... I don't know. :l Something dramatic.)

(Will said earlier that they shouldn't return to class because they would be attacked. Apply Russian way?)

(Hmmm. We need something deeper than just that, so it's actually fun to rp with them as a pair. My brainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn)

(I got nuthin'. What deep stuff could even happen at the academy..?)

(You're killin me.)

(You and the thread both.)

(What if, for whatever reason, the class tries to get the two of them hospitalised and the two of them have to work together to defend themselves against the onslaught of other students!)

(I was thinking something along those lines. But lets make it more dramatic/ high-schooly with like... cliques. I'm just trying to figure out an objective for them.)

(Avenge the shattered hip of their popular bitchy friend)

(Yes. Something like that. I feel like our characters need to achieve something aside from not dying. Otherwise they're going through the motions. But we can work up to that.)

(Yeah, I guess so. So, a group of people want to take revenge for the hip and attack, and then Will and Artemiy achieve something?)