"Magiri. Ruuk." Aemi said in her cold tone, pointing to a picture that had caught her interest. It was about a battle. "Like hoeme." She said, expressing that this painting reminded her of the many battles they had fought while at the factory they were created in.
Magiri turned from the painting he had been looking at to look at the one Aemi was looking at. "Yis. Hoeme..." He said, then the two looked at each other and quietly continued down the hallway.
Magiri and his sister Aemi had decided that a "human" museum would be a good first step to get a look at what it means to be "human". So here they were, walking through halls and checking out art, not even noticing the stares they were getting from some of the people around them because of their appearances.
((Yes! Chance to RP! ....Now... ..which of my characters am I gonna choose...))
With a pamplet in her hand, Syani browses through the paintings. Similar to both Magiri and Aemi, the half-vampire is trying to understand humans as well. Her reasons to do so is simple: How her vampire father/mother got involved with her human mother/father.
"I don't get it... How can two different species LIKED each other?" half-yelling at the pamplet, the raven-haired teenager screamed to the heavens. ...Or more like to the ceiling, "C'MON PARENTS!!! Show me A SIGN!!!"
And right at that moment, a gust of wind entered the museum, which is then being the main reason why Syani chaotically chased the paper through the hallway, as the list of all the students' species are written at the back of it.
"No, no, NO!!! Not the paper!! Don't show me any signs with the PAPER!!!' her voice echoed loudly, as the attention span of all the visitors are directly towards the nitwit who's trying to catch a paper, which is carried by an impossible stroke of wind inside the museum...
That is, when the paper lands just near Magiri's foot...which Syani rammed.[/font]
Magiri's foot was moved back slightly as he looked down to this person who rammed into him. He bent down slowly and picked up the paper for her, taking a light hold of her arm as well to help her up as he handing her the paper. "This... Yuors?" Magiri asked quietly in his odd english. Magiri seemed to look closely at this girl, almost as if examining her.
With her chin touching the floor, she could see her pamplet being lifted by a hand, and then felt her arm pulled up. After getting up properly on her feet, she blinked at the black-haired boy in front of her, who handed the pamplet towards her.
"Y-Yes!! It IS mine! ^^ Thank you!" the half-vampire smiled, then carefully fold the paper and stuff it in her cloak. But when she's about to lift her smile and introduce herself, the guy started to look CLOSELY to Syani.
...Well, being anti-mushy, she naturally stepped back, though kept smiling, "A-Are you from around here? Your english seems to be kinda...broken. ^^; No offense!"
That's when she noticed there's another being there, Aemi. The key through her pink hair totally attract Syani's attention, "Whoa... What is...?" she said, pointing at the key rather curiously...
"Ohh!! Yeah!! I read about you in the library! Sacriers..!! You were created in a factory for war puposes, right? Then, you came here to study about humans...and to learn to be one!" the half-vampire smiled brightly.
She had searched almost every species exist in the school, and finding out new races than her own totally satisfies the immense effort she had put herself into...
"I'm sorry," Syani suddenly stood still, smiling warmly towards the two, then outstretched her hand for a handshake, "My name is Syani. I'm a half-vampire. What are yours?"
When in reality, she's observing if they already know the basic human handshake...
"Magiri" the boy said, looking at the movement below and saw her hand towards him. He reached his hand forward in attempt to grasp hers as he was taught to by his "father" back at the factory before sending him off.
"Aemi" The girl said, not even caring to bother with responding to the other girl's hand, hardly seeming to notice even.
"Magiri," she smiled at the boy, shaking his hand satisfyingly before breaking it lightly. "And Aemi," Syani walked close to the female sacrier and bowed slightly.
"It's very nice to meet both of you. You wanna join me to walk around the museum? ^_^ I heard they have awesome sculptures of human anatomies," the half-vampire had never been please of meeting two people at once, while assuming they're both 'siblings' according to their broken accent.
Why knows? Maybe she'll discover something new about them.
((Now, I'm blank. ...Hm...can you think of any twists?))
While walking down the hallway towards the sculptures section, Syani had started talking excitedly about the human who had made such an impact on her; her late teacher. While facing them and walking backwards, Syani rambled on and on and on....
"Yeah, he was so COLD and is such a JERK! ...But he taught me really well on how to care for humans, 'cause he said humans have feelings. If I scratched their feelings, they can remember it forever. That's why it's important to always smile to them and--"
With her not seeing where she's going, she seemed to knock over someone. But before she could aplogize, that person quickly stood up and dashes away. Then, the trio suddenly heard a scream on the opposite reaction where that man had dashed off...
"Thief!!! He's a thief!! He stole my purse!!!" a woman tried to run after him, but it's hard for her to do on her high heels...
"Magiri! Aemi! That man stole something!!" Syani quickly explained to the two sacriers, pointing at the man she just knocked.
((How's that for a twist? @_@; I can't think any further. But, yeah, I'll leave it to you to kick his butt! XD *dying to see some action*))
Magiri looked over at Aemi, not really sure what to do, if he should go after or not.
"Stey." Aemi said to Magiri then started walking then into a run after the man, easily getting up in front of him and putting her arm out as she stopped suddenly, the man knocking his head into it and falling, the purse flying up into the air. Aemi caught it as she headed in the direction of the woman who screamed to return the purse. No appearance of emotion ever showed on her constant blank face.