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Post by roto2 on May 16, 2012 19:49:08 GMT -5
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He disliked the Japanese.
It was a continent comprised of a people cowed into submission. Who, after many generations, had become complacent with their status and hardly ever deviated from the conditions set upon them by their conquerors. They lacked a military force, any means of primary defense having been stripped from their fingers, reducing them to nothing but a nation of squinty-eyed play things with enough perversions to satisfy the equally despicable Grecians.
"It's a wonder how they ever managed to wrestle their independence away from China in the first place, right Aimee?" Cecil asked with a vindictive twitter, flashing his usual smile of cheeriness despite how acidic his words had been. Oh yes, how he disapproved of this place filled with rice-eating sheep, so biddable and polite they were. They had even let him, a Sophomore, steal away with becoming Student Council President after all. That was plenty validation of his perception for him.
The blonde boy leaned back in his chair, idly swiveling it back and forth to the point where his unalleviated boredom was giving away to motion sickness. Which could only mean Aimee, the tan flop-eared rabbit held to his chest, couldn't be fairing any better.
With a jerk he planted his feet on the ground as the chair spun to face the window behind him. Sunlight filtered into the Council room and beyond the glass he had a perfect view of what some of his precious humans were up to. He may dislike the continents people as a whole but individually he loved each and every one of them. He could never grow to hate the ones who brought him such entertainment and joy with their interactions and pointless way of life.
"They're like hamsters in a ball~" he chirped with languid strokes of his hand going over the curved body laying against his shoulder. "They run and they run and they run but they never get out do they~ So stupid, am I right?" Stupid little vermin who would eventually amount to nothing if they weren't shown the way. They had no idea how fortunate they were to have a leader who saw them for the greedy, ridiculous people that they were and to still love them as much as he did. Yes, truly they were fortunate.
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Post by ritsuka saito on May 16, 2012 20:11:02 GMT -5
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But the charm was what drew people in. He made people feel comfortable, a forked-tongue laced with silver linings and false pretenses. Ritsuka was never taught to doubt charm, but he did, anyway. When one boy managed to tame and charm an entire school, save for perhaps one or two, it wasn't charm. It was cunning. The child knew his land and he played into it. He saw his board and he held his King and Queen close to himself, sending the pawns out to fight his battles, urging them 'no,' but they insist 'yes'. Perfect soldiers. Perfect dogs.
Ritsuka wasn't quite aware where he played into the game, but like any checker piece, each could be replaced and revalued. Chess and checkers were very different, but the boards were the same; the colors were sometimes changed, only. He could be valued. He could be replaced. He wasn't arrogant enough to think otherwise, nor was he paranoid to think that it would happen any moment. He unfastened the top button on his uniform as he pulled the door to the room open.
That damnable rabbit. "I always preferred cats, myself.." He closed the door behind him, eyed the rabbit without disdain or much interest. Bunnies were fine, of course, but he didn't like those twitching faces. They bothered him, really. He always just wanted to snap at them to sneeze already; it's what it looked like they needed to do, after all. "Looking over your kingdom, my liege?" A legitimate question, with a touch of sarcasm.. mostly on the tail-end.[/style]
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Post by roto2 on May 18, 2012 11:38:43 GMT -5
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A light scuffle, a twist of the knob and click of the that announced someone's presence. Who would it be? There was a smirk tugging at his lips as he imagined who would come striding through the sliding doors of the office. Would it be a student? Perhaps a staff member? What would they want from him? Or maybe they had come to give him something instead? The possibilities were endless! Well, maybe not endless seeing as how the allowed demographic was rather limited but that still left plenty of room for ones imagination to run amok.
Giving his chair another spin to face the door he was almost disappointed to see the fiery-haired Vice President sauntering across the threshold. Almost. "Ritsu-kun~" Attaching the familiar honorific as he gave an admonishing huff. "So rude, Aimee can hear you!" Childishly cupping his hands over the bunny's long ears, making a show of trying to prevent his hurtful words from reaching her as he glowered from his seat.
Cecil had categories for all his humans, grouping them like livestock by degree of interest and usefulness. Ritsuka however, was...other. The redhead didn't fit in those wonderful categorical boxes, not as clear-cut as the general population and more along the lines of himself. It had been a bit of a novelty actually.
"Apologize to Aimee." He commanded, utterly ignoring the boy's question and still holding to his act of petulance he rocked forward in his chair, holding the rabbit up above the desk. "Her feelings are delicate and I think she would appreciate it if you did." The mentioned victim didn't seem to be paying all that much attention. If anything she was more concerned for the fact that the warmth of the boys chest was gone and that she was being dangled with no means of getting back down than what was happening between the two.
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Post by ritsuka saito on May 22, 2012 19:05:47 GMT -5
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He twitched at the command and stared down at the rabbit, raising an eyebrow at Cecil as he considered. It was better to just apologize to the thing. If he didn't he'd get nagged about it, or just threatened with something he didn't much care about, or just annoyed. He didn't want to be annoyed, was the main issue. Ritsuka twitched and let out a small sigh, reaching his hand forward to pat the bunny very softly on the head. "I apologize," he stated, weeding the stiffness from his voice. "Even if I bet you like cats, too." He glanced at Cecil.
Didn't he like cats? Ritsuka liked them more than rabbits.. His mother liked rabbits. He thought she might have had.. four or so by now. He wasn't sure. It wasn't like he talked to her a lot, but he knew she had at least one rabbit. He liked cats. They were more exciting. He couldn't play with a laser-pointer and a rabbit. That was just weird. "What are you doing in here, anyway?" He could ask himself the same, but.. well, it wasn't important. He was more curious to Cecil. Did he just hang out in here when he wasn't blackmailing people?
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Post by roto2 on May 23, 2012 1:58:41 GMT -5
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He could see the boys mind working, the gears in his head slowly turning against each other after being given the order. It was a marvelous thing to watch the silent self-debate going on, a real delight to pretend that the outcome wasn’t already obvious. Ritsuka couldn’t refuse him – or rather wouldn’t because he was fully aware of the consequences. Not to say that the sophomore had such feelings of grandiose that he’d hurt the boy, oh no even he wasn’t so conceited. He’d just annoy him, granted he was bound to do that anyway but that was beside the point. The other wanted to avoid it so he would concede. It was really that simple. Like math. The equation was easy to figure out so long as you knew how to work the problem.
Cecil grinned, watching the redhead cross the floor and do as commanded. It was difficult not to patronize him just to see his reaction. However, as much fun as taunting the upperclassmen might prove to be there was a question in need of answering. With a soft harrumph the blonde rocked forward in his seat to return his rabbit to her cage, for which she seemed grateful for as she hopped toward her water dispenser and otherwise ignored them. “Hm, cats are alright I suppose but they choose to love you, not like rabbits that have to love you.” Because a cat could provide for itself if its person would not, they didn’t need anyone for anything.
Rabbits needed people. They were needed the attention of their people, their love and their care sustained them. They would die; Aimee would die and for some reason that appealed to him greatly. That if she didn’t have him there that she would wither and eventually die, completely dependant on his actions to survive.
Straightened in his chair he let his eyes fall back to Ritsuka and gave a noncommittal shrug. “I like rabbits more; they can be vicious when they want to, especially towards other males. Glancing at Ritsuka through his bangs. "As for what I’m doing here,” throwing his arms wide and letting the devious grin find its way out, shattering ‘Luka’s personage. “Class was boring. So I made an excuse!” It was as simple as that. Who wanted to learn things they already knew? “The President can’t skip like any other student; he must be a model student. But it’s okay if he was looking over the club budgeting, right?” He nodded as if to affirm his own question.
“But enough of that~ Ritsuka-Sempai, what are you doing here? I was sure I had your schedule memorized, shouldn’t you still be in World History right now?”
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Post by ritsuka saito on May 27, 2012 0:35:16 GMT -5
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"Not necessarily," he muttered lightly. "House cats need you for food, and to clean their shit.. and for water. Besides, don't really know if animals can love people, you know? There's a difference between love and dependency." He watched the rabbit, then looked at Cecil with a slightly cocked eyebrow. There were such things as wild rabbits, after all.. Not every bunny needed a master to care for it. And he supposed they could be vicious, but so could cats, and frankly, cats were more known to be so than rabbits. But he didn't push the issue.
He snorted a bit at the excuse the President had made. Financials? Seriously? "A teacher with enough sense to know that the Treasurer takes care of the money, not the President?" He smiled some. What idiot teacher let him out..? At the countered question, he shrugged his shoulder. "I felt sick." Not really, but he'd already done the work, so why stay? He should have probably had more of a reaction that Cecil had his schedule memorized.. But why? It was Cecil.
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Post by roto2 on May 27, 2012 1:28:13 GMT -5
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Did he truly believe what he was saying? Well, he must if he felt his thesis held enough strength to parry Cecil’s. What a terribly misguided conception, not having the capacity to love people. Ha! He supposed there was no real method to discern whether an animal could honestly harbor such feelings for a human being but it was far easier to determine that they could due to their many feats done for the sake of humanity. “For a man from a country that believes in the love a dog had for his master, even several years after the man’s death, seems a little profane, hm?” arching a brow at the teenager as he presented him with country’s devote belief in that mangy canine who’d waited at a train stop for a master who would never return.
“And love and dependency aren’t all that different either. According to your logic,” running his fingers over the edge of his desk as though the texture were somehow fascinating. “It would make perfect sense to apply the same scenario to humans. They’re nothing but animals themselves right? Highly accomplished but still animals.” The last spoken with surety, almost like he was making a declaration of his perspective and daring it to be argued with. “The way I see it humans are not so dissimilar to dogs or cats or rabbits and they assure themselves by investing their attention in others both as a means to procreate and a strain of dependency that they then confuse with love~” With a wry smile he turned his palm upward almost as if to say ‘viola’.
“It all amounts on how you define love in any case. At which point I say that love is virtually all the same and anything sentient can be a victim of it. Animals included.” He gave Aimee a listless smile, not really seeing her in the cage as he braced the heel of his shoe on the pliable bars and felt them gently bow beneath the pressure the harder he pressed his weight on it. Aimee loved him; of this he was convinced because there was no other option as far as Cecil was concerned.
He preened, feeling as though his manipulative abilities were being praised. Ritsuka was always so perspective, so much harder to maneuver around because he wasn’t like the other animals of this school. These individuals who thought with their emotions first couldn’t compare to Cecil, they weren’t on his level. Ritsuka was one of a handful who came close. How close he’d yet to test and frankly didn’t want to know if it could be avoided. He’d hate to end up on the losing end so why poke when he could simply play?
“Adults are all the same Ritsuka. They see blonde hair, big eyes, a 1000 watt smile and a squeaky clean reputation like everyone else. You could do it too if you just smiled more~” he chimed with all the sweetness in the world and with a candid grin of his own he reached up with both hands and took hold of either of the boy’s cheeks and stretched them up until they strained into a smile. The redhead was sure to not appreciate the gesture but it was more the reaction that Cecil wanted more than anything.
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Post by ritsuka saito on Jun 9, 2012 19:58:36 GMT -5
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“No, they're the same, I suppose.” He muttered. “Love and dependency. As independent as a relationship is, people still depend on each other, emotionally, or however sort. It's annoying, isn't it?” He couldn't imagine such a thing.. to give so much thought into what one other person thinks. Crushes were one thing. He could deal with that. He could watch someone he liked from a bit away and not care at all what they thought of him, because in a fantasy, it wasn't important. If he just watched and didn't touch and didn't hope and didn't settle on it, then it wasn't anything more than a thought, unrelated to the person themselves. “Love is just a fluffy word, then. Dependence and loyalty, sometimes mixed with sexual need.” He tsked lightly. “Whatever, though. Too lazy to think about it anymore.”
He was going to laugh at the remark that he needed to smile more. He smiled just fine. Not as often as Cecil, bu the wasn't trying to fuck with anyone, either. But then the brat just had to go and grab his face and stretch it to a strained smile. Ritsuka's eyes narrowed and twitched with annoyance, and why did he have to touch him in the first place? The blush was hardly noticeable, and probably would get ghosted over by a normal person, and he prayed Cecil would pretend to be normal for a second. He slapped one of the hands away. “Bastard.” He scoffed. “I smile enough.. you smile too much. It hurts my eyes.”[/style]
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