The Science of Things (Grand Carcel/Open)

[tesla]

It was a hot day at the Academy, although in the desert it's nothing but hot, and Ernest honestly didn't mind the hot temperatures considering he had lived here his entire life and was used to the hot climate. Ernest was a strategist and made sure to prepare himself for any logical situation that came his way, and combat it with sheer determination of mind, but there was one thing at the Academy he wasn't prepared for at all, and this thing was one of the most sinister things the DWMA had that triumphed over even the most skilled newbies...

"For the love of the maker why are there so many blasted stairs!?" If there was one thing that could truly make Ernest Tesla lose his cool it was exercise, after all he had spent his entire life in the Manor until now, and a third of that was in his room. Needless to say Ernest was now struggling to get up this giant... no enormous staircase, his legs burned, his heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode out of his body if he didn't know that was a highly unlikely possibility.

As he looked up at the remaining steps a beat of sweat ran down his cheek, his head began to throb, he swore the entire area was spinning, he dropped to his knees, he was on all fours now desperately trying to catch his breathe as a few more sweat beads run down his face and onto the steps of the enormous staircase of death! He tried to ease his suffering by thinking of something else. 'Protons, Neutrons, Electrons, Atoms that resonate at a particular sub-atomic level cause a reaction that...' He couldn't think anymore, the heat was starting to bother him, he was losing energy fast, he needed a miracle, he needed help.

[conjoy]

Grand was walking to class, he had plenty of time to get there, so he took his sweet time getting there. His third block was down this hall, on the left, up the stairs and two doors down on the right side. He knew this by heart. He stopped for a second, just short of the stairs when he heard a faint whispering. Something about sub-atomic particles.

His next class was science. Wait,... he'd never heard the voice before. There was a new student transferring to his science class, could this be him? He hurried forward, noting all of his surroundings in case things turned ugly. Truth be told, he didn't need to. He'd been here for so long that it didn't matter.

The solo weapon finally found his way to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. A silver-haired boy was laying down just near the stairwell, and Grand could tell that the boy was in dire need of aid. Why was he there though? Sure it was a hot day, but nothing Grand couldn't handle. Grand took the steps two by two as he ascended to the boy's aid.

"Hey. Come on up, man. Class starts soon and I don't want to be late. You're the new transfer aren't you?" Grand extended his hand to the boy, hefting him up onto his feet. "My name is Grand. I'm the guardian of justice and the beacon of righteousness in this school. And a bit vain at times. . ." He chuckled for a second. "Anyway, what's your name?" Grand still had plenty of time to get to class. He may as well stay with this boy to make sure he could get there in one piece.

The Guardian of Justice strikes again. Grand couldn't help smiling at the thought.

[KAYLIN McOLSTER!]

~The ambitious climb up high and perilous stairs, and never care how to come down.~

Some guy named Thomas Adam was quoted saying that. But why would anyone need to think about coming down the stairs? You were already up them, why would you need to go down? And if you did need to go down, wouldn’t you go down the same way?

These were Kit’s thoughts as she left the wonderful class doors behind her. One of the students had said this quote to her, and when she seemed even somewhat puzzled, they laughed and told her to go climb some stairs that it might help her to understand. Not the best at picking up sarcasm and mocking tones, Kaylin merely grinned and ran off, leaving a shout echoing through the hallways. “Sounds like a perfect idea!” Now… This exclamation caught some off guard, and so did her sprinting through the hallway like a madwoman trying to get out of the building. The stairs. She needed to find those stairs. Stairs. Stairs. Stairs. The only thought running through her mind. The STAIRS!

She found them, and went for them, running still like there was a funeral she was late for. The moment she found herself two feet from the stop of the stairway, an instant halt was made. Kit stood there, not a care in the world, letting her senses take in the joy of the day. For now, students around her were lost, even the two making acquaintances of themselves just a few feet from her. Right now, she was focused on these stairs. Then she started again, a run. But for two feet? Yes. The girl took a few quick steps, then jumped. To the side of both boys a bit, but still high enough that she would have (mostly) missed them.

Landing only partway down the stairs, she then turned again, going to move back up the stairway. Her eyes were focused on the leveled walkway, taking three at a time, then one, then two, then one. Different amounts in each step. Then she halted again, pausing in her motions and taking notice of the two boys that stood only a stair or two ahead of her now. One had just given his name. or so it would seem, because he asked the other male for his name. Not giving him time to answer, Kaylin blurted out her question. Her eyes were fixated on them both, so they were obviously her target, and after her odd behavior it was nearly impossible to ignore her presence. “Why do the ambitious not care how to come down?” She seemed somewhat perplexed, but yet still joyful. Like it was a riddle she wanted to figure out.

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Tags - Grand, Ernest, Open?
Words - 457
Notes - Hope this isn't a problem. :/

[tesla]

Hopelessly kneeling on the fatal steps of the Academy, sweat going down his forehead and falling onto the stone there was a voice. "Hey. Come on up, man. Class starts soon and I don't want to be late. You're the new transfer aren't you?" The voice brang both hope, and annoyance to the Tesla's ears. 'What's this? I'm probably on the verge of collapse and I'm being talked to like a common kid on the street? I am a Tesla, one of the most honored families of Death City, not some street punk.' Ernest looked up at the hand that was now infront of him, he hesitantly grasped the hand that helped pull him off of the surprisingly clean steps.

"My name is Grand. I'm the guardian of justice and the beacon of righteousness in this school. And a bit vain at times. . ." 'Guardian of Justice? Beacon of Righteousness? Who exactly does this peasant think he's talking to? Well he will learn soon' "Anyway, what's your name?" The Tesla was about to answer when a rather strange girl just jumped infront of them.

“Why do the ambitious not care how to come down?” What's this? A quote from Thomas Adam? Or at least that's what it sounded like, only more like a riddle. Ernest had read a few quotes in his time at his private library and knew some of them by heart, but it seemed this girl was asking a question to the rest of the quote, and almost instinctly Ernest had to answer it. He looked directly at the girl as soon as she asked her riddle.

"The desire of rising hath swallowed up the fear of a fall. By the way I'm Ernest Tesla, the First Son of James Tesla." At the last sentence Ernest looked at the boy named Grand with a rather unamused face, or in Ernest's case his normal look. He then brought his attention back to the girl. "And who might I ask are you, Riddle Girl?" Ernest said with arms crossed behind his back.

[conjoy]

Grand was caught off guard by the girl, but his new-found friend did not seem to be. If he could in fact call him a friend. The boy did not seem to be all too pleased with Grand at the moment. Or maybe he just had a particular way of showing it. Grand's new goal became to get this boy to lighten up and laugh a little. Seeing as how he lived by himself now, he had all day.

“Why do the ambitious not care how to come down?”

Grand knew the answer to this one, but before he could say anything, the new boy opened his mouth and spoke. He sounded like a genius just from answering a simple riddle like that and now it made sense that Grand would hear him talking about such things as subatomic particles. His diction and speaking ability made him seem incredibly intelligent, though formal.

"The desire of rising hath swallowed up the fear of a fall. By the way I'm Ernest Tesla, the First Son of James Tesla."

"Nice to meet ya." The boy seemed uninterested. Completely. Perhaps he was still misjudging.

"And who might I ask are you, Riddle Girl?"

"I was wondering the same thing actually, I've seen you around school..." He said this while looking at the girl. "Thought I don't know if you've heard of me. Grand Carcel, Solo Demon Handcuffs, at your service." As he said this, he took a simple, elegant bow that was totally out of place. Most of his friends would have laughed at his formality, seeing as how this did not match his character in the least.

Time was ticking away, and he still needed to get to class. Any minute now, and he would have to either walk, or be late.

[KAYLIN McOLSTER!]

The words were still running through the young woman’s mind. The same quote, over and over and over. If she did not echo this in her mind, she would lose it. Her thoughts just randomly jumped like that, and at the moment it was basically amazing that she was still on the same subject. In her mind or out.

The ambitious climb up high and perilous stairs, and never care how to come down.

The two boys had her attention as well, but only faintly. She wanted an answer, basically craved it. One was given almost right away. They did not care because they were not afraid of a fall? A grin spread across the young girl’s face, space instantly closed between her and the now named Ernest Tesla. Aiming to grab his one arm with both her hands, she jumped once from the excitement that was dwelling in her mind. “What if they were sledding down?! I would care about coming down!” A laugh escaped from the young woman, letting go of him just as quickly as she had approached.

Questions. Confirmed by the Ernest One and another? Had she caught his name? Maybe.. Sure. Who really knew? Not her, that was for sure. The grin still plainly visible on her face, her attention shifted to Grand, then to Ernest, then back to Grand. She seemed to be having an issue on who to focus on. Deciding on a new plan, she jumped once towards the stairs, taking herself a few levels down below them. Raising a fist, she pumped it into the air. “Call me Kit!” She exclaimed with glee, watching both males with interest.

“Solo? Why solo?” This question was asked of Grand, though she didn’t move up the stairs at all. Her head cocked slightly to the side, plain curiosity was plastered on her face. Attention quickly moved once again, she pointed a finger straight at the Tesla with a look of some surprise on her face. “You! Weapon or meister?!” A smile had made its way across her face, but she never brought her hand down.
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Tags - Grand, Ernest, Open?
Words - 351
Notes - Gahhh....

[tesla]

Ernest's introduction of his position seemed to be entirely disregarded by the one known as Grand, and he answered back with a simple commoner greeting that made Ernest feel a bit confused. 'It would seem this Grand knows not of my heritage, and while I have my disagreements with Father I believe his family name deserves proper respect. Not only that but he seems to be trying to project himself as an aquaintance of mine. Although I must admit his assistance may have saved me from dehydration.' Ernest's thoughts were interuppted by the Riddle Girl who suddenly jumped at Ernest to grab his arm. This sudden motion caused his eyes to widen in surprise as the girl made an illogical statement and then laughed. What was with her? Ernest most likely would have thought if he wasn't so baffled by her illogical statement.

'Sledding down, why would someone be sledding down a stairway? Where would one even obtain a sled at this time of month? And further more if one was trying to sled down a stairway would they not have already thought it over and in turn not care about comming down it that way? Although even going down regular stairs is dangerous let alone these hellish steps so who would actually want to go down steps like that?' All this contemplating made Ernest dizzy again, although once he realized this he took the most logical action and let the matter go for now. He could always wonder about the illogical statement later. “Call me Kit!” Finally the girl gave a name, a name which caused Ernest to think abouit the possible meanings of the name.

'Kit, could also be short for Kitsune which relates the mamial creature the Fox, and a common homosapion, or man, and from her obvious personality means she is most likely friendly and playful. Grand, a name that speaks for itself, most likely meaning "Grand" or "Great", which could lead to this guy having a smug attitude or even possibly being a narcasist.' Ernest was the type of guy that looked for specific details in everything, people were no exception. From what he gathered so far Grand Carcel was a guy who either had some experience or thought he did, and Riddle Girl, or Kit was either prone to hyper activity or just plain happy about everything life has to offer... that or nuts.

Ernest was once again brought out of thought by Kit who asked him if he was a weapon or meister. Ernest looked directly at Kit with his serious expression still intact.

"I am a one of the great Tesla family, and are therefore a weapon of exceptional quality and skill... or at least quality, my skills are somewhat lacking which is why I am at the Academy in the first place." Ernest shifted his attention to Grand. "So, Grand, what type of weapon are you exactly?"

[conjoy]

Grand shifted his focus from Ernest to the new girl, he still couldn't quite place her name. Perhaps she was also equally clueless as to who he was. Perhaps. Well, regardless of that he had consciously made the decision that he would put class to the side for at least today.

“What if they were sledding down?! I would care about coming down!” That actually sounded kind of fun.

"Now that you mention it, that sounds like a fun idea. Hey, do we have a Demon Sled lying around anywhere?" His comment was overlooked in a rush of activity from the girl, who introduced herself as Kit.

“Call me Kit!” Her name. And an interesting name too. Well, I suppose it is no less interesting than either himself or Ernest. They all had interesting names. I mean, Kit and Grand were both common words and Ernest sounded like he was loaded. Wait,... James Tesla. James Tesla,... OH! How did he not realize it earlier, Ernest was the son of the wealthy James Tesla, a self-made billionaire and powerful weapon.

"Will do. It's nice meeting you too, Kit. I gotta say you bring the fun to the conversation. Ha ha." She really did too, Ernest and her were going back and forth and it was amusing to watch.

“Solo? Why solo?” In truth, he was solo because it was his preference. His personality gave him an intense rush whenever he was put into a dangerous situation, and being alone was a thrilling handicap. However, even HE knew that he would need help sometimes.

"Truth be told, I'm solo because it's the way I like it. Still, maybe we could work together sometime." His gaze shifted between Ernest and Kit as he said that. "You both seem okay. By the way, Tesla, I remembered who your father was. I never imagined I'd meet you at school, or meet you in general! Ha ha."

“You! Weapon or meister?!” She was questioning Ernest.

"I am a one of the great Tesla family, and are therefore a weapon of exceptional quality and skill... or at least quality, my skills are somewhat lacking which is why I am at the Academy in the first place." He sure seemed proud of his heritage. Grand thought of his own heritage. He had learned a lot from his parents, but he knew that ancestry meant nothing on the battlefield and that no matter what your lineage, without the power to back up the nobility there can be no kingdom. "So, Grand, what type of weapon are you exactly?"

"I'm a fine weapon myself. I don't have any fancy mansions or cars or anything like that, but I'm the jailer's son. My family has been responsible for maintaining lesser Kishins and other criminals for generations. I am Grand Carcel, the Demon Handcuffs, binding evil without remorse." He maintained a serious, yet gentle look while speaking, which made him come off as cold, but as soon as the speech was done he grinned. "Hopefully that answered your question." He pauses for a moment, taking in both of his new companions. "It's interesting how one can meet someone that changes their perceptions. I think we'll all be good friends. Ha ha." He laughed for a moment before returning to his typical look and waiting for the others to respond.

[KAYLIN McOLSTER!]

Ernest’s thoughts were lost to Kit, the possibility that she had noticed that he was even focusing on something was not noticed. All she could think on at this moment was these stairs and a slide down. Why not? Slide slide slide. A grin working its way onto Kaylin’s face, she seemed as if she may burst. She was excited, just merely the thought about running around like an idiot and sliding down these stairs. Ernest’s surprised expression at her antics had not entered her mind either. She was much too preoccupied to wonder about such things.

Lost in thought. That seemed to be a continual way for Ernest to function. Everything that happened, he just had to stand and think about it a moment. Kit… didn’t function that way so much, and therefore this did not catch her attention. How could it? There was no motion! And there was also someone else to distract her.

But in time, Ernest took his time in answering her. With a straight expression. At first, the young meister thought that it was some sort of joke he was pulling on her. Feigning to be serious. But after a split second of him sustaining this face will he spoke, Kit found herself needing to laugh. Bring both of her hands to cover her mouth, she began a sort of held back kind of giggle. Laughter and joy was obvious in her eyes, a bit of a squinty gaze with a smile partially hidden by her hands. A weapon. That’s all she would remember. And also that he was serious. Very, very serious. It was funny.

Funny. Fun. Sled. Her train of thought just brought her directly back to the sled. And faintly, in her mind she had caught Grand’s interjection. A demon sled lying around. Lying around? What, were they taking a nap? It just caused her to laugh again. One of their classmates huddling up in a corner, lying down, and taking a nap. She would have said something, would have explained why she was laughing and laughing once again. But she just did not think of it. For some reason, she felt that they already knew.

Then words from Grand were heard, mostly catching her attention because her name had been inserted in the statement. Calming herself a bit to hear and respond, a large grin was on her lips and her eyes focused on him. He said she was fun? All the more pleased, she did three quick hops off the tip of her toes. “What good is living if we live it without joy?” A question of her own, one that she didn’t particularly care if it was answered or not.

Then her question to him was answered. Why was he solo? Because he liked it. Obviously confused by that statement, her expression had instantly changed to curiosity and shock. But with the addition of them working together in the future, her face brightened once again. ”Of course! We shall work together and defeat anyone! Laughing quietly this time, a more held back sort of joy, she watched as the two boys communicated. A lot of it was lost to her, for here and there her focus broke. A student passing by, a quick conversation elsewhere, a random thought hitting her… So all in all, she had only a faint idea of what was being said.

But… some of it must have been taken in, for she responded directly after Grand said something about them all being friends. Grinning still, she decided she would add into the conversation between the two. “A richie, a cop’s kid, and carnie!” When she referred to their backgrounds, the made eye contact and was grinning like an idiot. Pointing first to the Tesla, then to Grand, then taking both of her hands and pointing at herself with her thumbs, balancing herself on her tiptoes for a few moments. ”This place brings varieties together. Obviously happy, she then clapped her hands together in front of her, keeping the smile upon her face.

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Tags - Grand, Ernest, Open?
Words - 678
Notes -