From Myth to Reality (Ryven & Michi)
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				Title: <strong>From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 22:10:01</strong>
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				Meligorn 'Mel' Farsea (http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n267/skuhn13/Thanks/Satyr_Study-1-1.jpg) was a bit strange for his age. He'd moved into the city while he was still in high school and had lived on his own since then. Many of his 'friends' in school had tried to convince him to hold big parties and things of that nature, but he always rejected the ideas. It just wasn't his sort of thing. After they realized that they couldn't use his unique freedom for their drunken bashes, they kind of turned away from him. This didn't seem to bother Mel one bit.<br><br>He'd tried out for the school band with the strangest of instruments, wooden reed pipes. While he didn't get a spot in the band, the teacher said it was an interesting instrument but useless for a high school band, he did get a bit of attention for it. The strange music he could play from it was rather enchanting. Mel managed to do well in all his class, particularly history and even got a Farming Club opened in the school, though it died out a few years after he graduated.<br><br>After high school, he worked for a bit before going to college. While unsure of what he wanted to do for a career in life, it was only natural that he take Horticulture as his major. After all, most people in school knew him to be quite a tree hugger. Most didn't expect much out of him. Just some weird kid that didn't like people in his apartment.<br><br>Probably the strangest things about Mel were his appearance. He was the only boy of fourteen in school that not only had facial hair, but had a thick goatee and mustache to go with it. He hadn't aged a bit since fourteen, which was okay since he'd looked like a twenty-five year old since then! His entire form seemed to radiate a rugged nature. Almost like he'd spent all his life in the dirt and climbing mountains. His strong arms and chest were always envied by the boys in his class, but none of them wanted to be him. All through he claimed he had braces on his legs and that was why he wore pants all the time and never did anything that involved removing them. He never even went to the bathroom at school.<br><br>Even now, in college, he never used any of the school's bathroom facilities and he sure didn't participate in any groups, sports, or anything that involved having to wear shorts. Instead, he was just as quite now as he'd been in school. Being the silent kid in the back of the class with long, messy, wavy brown hair. A few girls flirted with him, but he showed no interest. A few boys flirted with him, but he still showed no interest.<br><br>Currently, Mel was in the back of one of the school green houses. His messy hair was covered by an over sized hat, which just added to his kind of 'hippie' yet strong appearance. A forest green shirt covered his chest and around his waist was a rope with his reed pipes hanging off it and holding up his slightly baggy jeans. He was covered in dirt and appeared to be deeply interested in watching a plant. Mel's fingers were clutching a pen and paper, jotting down things he deemed important every so often. To anyone else, it seemed as if he were watching the plant grow, which was highly boring to most.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 22:55:02</strong>
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				Trent Carter (http://www.bouska.net/?t=FEATURED&amp;model=Marco%20Dapper&amp;pic=943&amp;frame=Y&amp;cat=men) was an average boy growing up.&nbsp; His parents lived in a large city most of their life, and that was the setting that Trent grew up in.&nbsp; He was an only child, so when he left for college at the age of 20, it was a little hard for him.&nbsp; After a year, however, he found the freedom rather exhilarating.&nbsp; For the first couple of semesters, he hadn't really gone out or done much.&nbsp; Most of his time was spent in his dorm room preparing and studying for tests or doing homework.&nbsp; He was an engineering major, so he was required to take many math and science courses, a lot of which were heavy in content which added to another class further down his academic track.<br><br>When he was finally able to free up a slot in his sophomore year for an elective, he signed up for basic horticulture as he's heard the class was easy and the professor seemed to be quite relaxed in his teaching style.&nbsp; The first few weeks of class had gone by with lack luster.&nbsp; Today was their first lab class though.&nbsp; They got to visit the green house on campus set up for the class.&nbsp; They were each given an assignment sheet involving the plants in their.&nbsp; The professor encouraged them to work in groups as part of promoting social learning or something.<br><br>The class spread out among the various tables, the varying cliques finding their places.&nbsp; Trent looked around for possible partners.&nbsp; He spotted a lone guy near the end of the green house intently staring at one of the plants.&nbsp; It was the guy with the limp.&nbsp; That was really the only way he knew the guy.&nbsp; Trent vaguely recalled his name starting with an M.&nbsp; He looked as good as any to team up with.<br><br>Trent walked toward him, cautiously approaching with his notebook and pen in hand.&nbsp; He decided to play it off casually, introduce himself and see if the partnership was welcomed.&nbsp; "Uhh, hi there.&nbsp; I'm Trent.&nbsp; Want to work on this thing together?"&nbsp; He said, motioning to the worksheet given for that particular lab session.&nbsp; The young man extended his hand, hoping that the guy would take it in a gesture of invitation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 23:54:20</strong>
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				Mel had no intentions of having a partner for the work lab. The last time he'd allowed that he ended up with some pushy girl that not only wanted him to do all the work, but also tried more than once to get him to go out on a date with her. He decided that he didn't need that in his life. At least not yet and not with some psychotic college girl. The seemingly unapproachable male had a very big secret and it had everything to do with his lame legs. The last thing he needed was some girl getting him naked and running screaming from the room.<br><br>For the most part his classmates had realized his want to be alone and had left him be after a while. Many Horticulture majors were loners, so it wasn't all that odd as it had been when he was in high school. <br><br>The lab was intended for them to sketch the plants and name them, and it seemed that Mel had not only finished that by the time Trent came over to him, but he was even jotting down the Latin names for all the plants (something they had not been told to do), "Bahh..." he made a strange, surprised bleating noise when Trent came up to him and spoke. Normally he had that little 'issue' under control, but Trent had caught him off guard. Mel's face flushed a bit and he coughed a little, "Oh, ummm...Hello," he swallowed hard and looked up at the other male. Mel's eyes were almost as dark green as his shirt.<br><br>He looked at the others worksheet and was tempted to brush off the idea of working together, but the professor was looking at him with a bit of annoyance. It was okay for Mel to work alone if no one wanted to be his partner, but it wasn't okay for him to reject someone, "Yeah, sure. Ummm...I'm Mel," he smiled a little, his whole face warming up and relaxing. Mel was very at ease when in the greenhouses. He reached out and took the others hand, shaking it a little. His grip was surprisingly strong, the long sleeve shirt covering up the well toned arms, "You sit a few seats in front of me in class," he smiled again.<br><br>Meligorn was actually a very friendly guy to people that didn't try and push him into things he was uncomfortable with, like going to big parties or letting some random girl down his pants, "So, how much do you have left to do?" he pointed at Trent's worksheet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 01:09:33</strong>
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				The rather odd sound that the lone man made was a little surprising to Trent as well.&nbsp; He chuckled at it though, finding the sound funny and vaguely goat-like.&nbsp; He tried to compose himself though.&nbsp; "Umm, sorry.&nbsp; I didn't mean to startle you."&nbsp; He said, apologizing for the unintended response that his greeting had afforded him.&nbsp; His own deep hazel eyes stared into the almost hypnotic green ones of his new partner.&nbsp; Trent was afraid Mel might refuse given the rather standoffish feeling the loner was putting off.<br><br>"Nice to meet you, Mel."&nbsp; He replied, watching the other male's features slowly soften.&nbsp; Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.&nbsp; Mel seemed to warm up a little as they spoke.&nbsp; As they shook hands, Trent also noticed that Mel's grip was quite firm.&nbsp; He obviously&nbsp; did something to keep in shape or he wouldn't have such a strong grasp.&nbsp; It impressed Trent who spent at least a day or two each week in the gym, usually more.<br><br>He glanced at his blank worksheet then over to Mel's which was done and then some.&nbsp; Trent sort of felt a little inadequate in that regard.&nbsp; It seemed Mel knew what he was doing.&nbsp; "Umm...all of it."&nbsp; He chuckled nervously.&nbsp; "Is your major...horticulture?"&nbsp; He hesitantly asked, looking back to his worksheet and beginning at the top.&nbsp; The first few plants were easy.&nbsp; The leaves didn't have odd shapes and the names were not difficult to remember, but as the worksheet went on, the plants became increasingly difficult.<br><br>There were only two plants left to do, but they were rather difficult.&nbsp; Trent began to become frustrated with the task, erasing his drawing several times before he growled softly.&nbsp; When he looked over to Mel, he blushed slightly.&nbsp; "Sorry.&nbsp; It's not as easy as I thought it would be.&nbsp; I can't seem to get the leaf shape right.&nbsp; There seem to be so many curves to this one."&nbsp; He explained before looking back to his blank sheet smudged with pencil lead and eraser streaks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 03:35:42</strong>
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				Mel didn't respond to the other apology of startling him. It had been a long time since someone had caught him off guard like that and made him bleat. Being around all the plants had relaxed him a bit too much he guessed, "Yeah, it's my major. Plants have been my life since...forever I guess," he figured that sounded a bit odd and quickly tried to make up for it, "My parents were kind of hippies or something and I guess it stuck with me," he smiled, feeling that that was a good enough explanation. <br><br>His eyes looked over the others worksheet to see where he was at, "That's Marjoram. Some places use it like we do oregano. <em>Origanum majorana</em> is it's Latin name. And that one," he pointed to a white flowered plant (http://www.rcplondon.ac.uk/garden/2007-07/Althaea-officinalis-RCP7-07-166.jpg), "That one is, by it's Latin name, <em>Althaea officinalis</em>. When Autumn hits the flowers and plant will die, but the roots can be harvested to make candy. The Egyptians used to do this and today it's called Marshmallow. But the leaves and flower have medical properties," it was hard to get Mel stopped once he started on about plants. None of this was very relevant to even someone with a major in Horticulture, "The leaves can help with kidney stones and other things. The root can also be used for medical stuff as well, not just to make candy. Sadly, most of the Marshmallow stuff you buy at the store doesn't actually have any of this plant in it. They stopped doing that a long time ago because it takes too many plants to yield enough to make a mass produced product."<br><br>Seeming to realize that he'd been rambling on, Mel stopped, "Sorry...I get carried away. I have no life, obviously. And don't worry about getting the drawing right. The professor seems to care more about being able to name the plants than to draw them," he leaned in to whisper, "I've never seen him make a decent drawing of anything, anyway. I doubt he could identify poison ivy if it was shoved in his face.<br><br>Meligorn took a moment to glance over Trent, trying not to be too obvious about it. A few friends in high school had asked him why he never went out with anyone. He always gave the excuse that he had to work or his legs hurt. Some asked him if he was gay. Honestly, he wasn't straight and he wasn't gay. It wasn't like he'd fooled around a lot, but he had been with a few of his own <em>kind</em> in the past. Some had been male and some had been female. Gender didn't matter much to him and it didn't seem to matter to many of his people.<br><br>While he did find Trent, and even a few other male and female peers, attractive, he'd never make a move intentionally. He wasn't scared or ashamed of himself. He was just worried. Always worried. His parents had begged and begged him not to move into the city. It was too dirty. Too trashy. Too crowded. Too everything. They'd wanted him to go back to the family colony in Greece, but in the end they knew it was his choice. Every letter or phone call he got from them ended with the words <em>'be careful'</em> and for just under ten years, he'd done so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 19:42:09</strong>
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				Trent looked over after only a few seconds of the long speech.&nbsp; He stared somewhat bewildered at Mel.&nbsp; He usually thought horticulture was quite boring, but hearing the other man speak of it with such enthusiasm sort of made him smile.&nbsp; Mel seemed to make it somewhat fun for him.&nbsp; He suddenly noticed he'd been staring for entirely too long.&nbsp; It was at about the point when Mel was apologizing that he turned back to his worksheet.&nbsp; He must have thought Trent was bored by the entire thing, but he wasn't.&nbsp; Trent never let onto that fact though.&nbsp; He just kept sketching and writing away.<br><br>He turned back once more to look into the deep forest green eyes that stared back at him.&nbsp; "Oh...hehe.&nbsp; Thanks.&nbsp; I was worried I might not do so well because of that."&nbsp; Trent chuckled, thinking it rather humorous that their professor couldn't even draw many of the plants they were studying.&nbsp; He wondered how a man who couldn't identify poison ivy ended up as a professor for a college class.<br><br>Trent went back to his worksheet, concentrating on finishing the last bit.&nbsp; The drawings were less of a concern for him, so it was easier now.&nbsp; He did scribble the latin names of the plants in the margin of his paper, thinking it might come in useful later.&nbsp; He didn't know why.&nbsp; Mel seemed to liven up the subject so much, so perhaps that had something to do with it.&nbsp; Trent didn't notice he had been examined while finishing up his work.<br><br>He wore a tight white shirt with the school logo on the front which could be seen peeking through his zip up dark blue hoodie.&nbsp; His legs were covered by a pair of jeans which hugged his hips nicely though they rode a little low on him.&nbsp; No one could notice that aspect with his hoodie on, however.&nbsp; A simple pair of worn light blue Nike sneakers adorned his feet.<br><br>He sidestepped down to the last plant they were to draw and name.&nbsp; Trent scratched his head with the back of his mechanical pencil.&nbsp; "Umm...I'm drawing a blank on this one."&nbsp; He said, glancing to Mel.&nbsp; The specimen was a sapling of the Sassafras tree, and lined up next to it were three leaves of the adult tree.&nbsp; The thing that confused him was the fact that each leaf had a different shape.&nbsp; "How can it have different shaped leaves?&nbsp; Every tree I've seen so far has the same leaf shape."&nbsp; He asked a little clueless.&nbsp; Plants were not his strong suit by any means.&nbsp; Ask him a physics or electrical engineering question all day and he would likely be able to give you the answer, but something like this was beyond him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 03:14:08</strong>
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				Meligorn wasn't a people person. Far from it. So when Trent went back to his worksheet, Mel had no reason to try and continue the conversation. It was just difficult for him. He'd been raised to be wary of humans. That they wouldn't understand him. It was easy to just ignore the people around him and do as he pleased, but some days what he wanted was to be around someone. On those days he realized how far away he'd pushed everyone and that no one was there for him. He'd ostracized everyone. That left him feeling rather alone sometimes. Talking to plants only got him so far socially. Not many plants could talk back, after all.<br><br>Mel perked up when the other seemed to be having issues with one of the plants, "That? Oh, umm..." he looked it over for a moment, "That is a Sassafras. <em>Pseudosassafras Lecomte</em>. Native to eastern North America and eastern Asia. Very interesting plant...well...tree actually. This is obviously a baby. Fully matured it can reach up to 40 feet in height and it's bark will get an orange-brown color as it ages The branches will smooth out almost to the point to where it can almost feel like soft skin..." Mel seemed to go back into his little 'nature-lover' trance again as he gazed at the plant, "It not only flowers, but it grows berries as well. Both the bark and wood have a fragrant odour, and an aromatic, somewhat astringent taste. As useful as the oil obtained from the tree can be, it can be very dangerous in large amounts. Death by causing widespread degeneration of the heart, liver, and kidneys, or, in a larger dose, by great depression of the circulation, followed by a centric paralysis of respiration. Beautiful and deadly, just like mistletoe."<br><br>He looked up, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand before going back to his paper, "The leaves are in different shapes, probably because it takes three species of plants to create a Sassafras. At least that is what is rumored. No one really knows," he looked up again, but only for a moment, "Sorry, I'm probably boring you to death. I just don't know when to shut up sometimes."<br><br>It felt kind of nice to talk to someone again. The last time he actually talked to someone was a while ago. He didn't consider conversations with the professor about his future in the world of plants to be a real 'talk'. But he also knew that most humans didn't care much for plants. If they did, the world wouldn't be in the state it was in now. Trent was nice, though. Most would of probably walked off by now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 17:21:08</strong>
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				His eyes turned back to Mel when he began to speak again.&nbsp; There had been a long silence between them when he had been working on the remainder of his worksheet.&nbsp; It was almost uncomfortable for him, but he was glad when the almost melodic deep tones of the other man's voice came again.&nbsp; Trent thought about it for a brief moment and found himself slightly entranced by the explanation.&nbsp; Mel had a gift for talking.&nbsp; He could probably be reading names and addresses out of a phone book like Orsen Wells did so many years ago and still make it interesting.<br><br>"Mel...you really know a lot about plants."&nbsp; He said after the other man finished his explanation.&nbsp; Seeing that his comment probably didn't help things, he quickly added, "no...no, really.&nbsp; You make it kind of fun, actually.&nbsp; I've learned more about the plants from you in half an hour than I have from the professor in the past week."&nbsp; Trent said with a kind smile.<br><br>He quickly turned back to his worksheet and jotted down the correct name for the plant in the blank, scribbling the latin name in the margin again for later use.&nbsp; The professor's voice chimed in after a moment, proclaiming that the lab was over.&nbsp; They could finish the worksheet with the textbook and turn it in tomorrow.&nbsp; He looked over briefly as the man spoke but then turned back to Mel.<br><br>"I guess that's it.&nbsp; Thanks for the help."&nbsp; He said with another smile.<br><br>Trent turned around and took a couple of steps away before biting his lip and then turning back.&nbsp; "Do you want to...get together and study sometime?"&nbsp; He asked.&nbsp; <em>Christ, what am I thinking?!</em>&nbsp; He thought.&nbsp; "I kind of have a hard time with some of this stuff, so...I'd really appreciate the help."&nbsp; He added quickly to make it seem less like what it might have sounded like.&nbsp; It was innocent enough.&nbsp; He needed help with horticulture, and Trent sensed that Mel didn't have many people to talk to plus he enjoyed his company.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 18:21:19</strong>
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				Trent wasn't the first to be entranced by Mel's voice. It was smooth and fluid. Mel was used to it and normally pushed those people away. He knew that it wasn't their fault, but there was little he could do about it. Sometimes he had no choice but to speak. It wasn't his fault either. Both parties were victims. But, thankfully, it seemed not to affect everyone. Trent, it appeared, was not immune.<br><br>Mel's face flushed when the other said that he made plants fun and that he'd learned more from him than from the teacher. It was a rather big compliment, "Thank you..." he said softly before looking down at his finished paper. He thought about crossing out some of the stuff just so he would have more to do and pretend like he had something else to focus on, but thankfully the professor ended the class. Mel would of felt a little weird having to drag out a conversation at this point, "Yeah," he agreed as the other said thanks, "No problem at all."<br><br>The other got up and started off as Mel started getting his work together and shoving stuff into his bag. This was his last class for today and he planned on going home and relaxing. At least at home he could be himself. No huddling in corners, no limping, no worrying, and most of all no shoes or pants. Mel loathed pants and shoes. They were just so uncomfortable. It was sad that the thing that got him most excited in a day was getting to go home and take his pants off. Most his age were looking forward to going out and hanging with friends, while he was looking forward to a small dinner alone in his apartment.<br><br>Trent changed that though when he asked to get together and study, "Oh..." Mel's first thought was to decline. His old worries came back to tug at his mind and decision, but when he looked at Trent again, he found himself unable to say no. Just like when Trent had asked to work with him today, "Yeah, I'd like that. I don't have anything planned tonight," not that he ever really did, "We can meet at your place...or the library," no one ever came to his apartment. He didn't let them. Mel wasn't sure if Trent had his own place or a dorm, so he thought it best to offer up a secondary place and even a third, "Or if you had anywhere else in mind?" he stood and walked over to the other male, limping a little as he did so. Depending on the situation his limp went from being barely noticeable to crippling. A lot of things factored into it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 00:02:50</strong>
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				He almost thought that Mel would decline at first.&nbsp; The lingering 'Oh...' that he gave wasn't reassuring at first, but luckily for Trent, he followed with a rather interested offer to meet.&nbsp; He was happy that the other male accepted his offer.&nbsp; Trent could see himself becoming friends with Mel.&nbsp; He didn't have many on campus and even less who shared classes with him.&nbsp; "Let's start at the library at...3pm?"&nbsp; He offered.&nbsp; He had a room in one of the many dorms on campus, but it would be much easier to meet at a well known location and go from there.&nbsp; 3 pm was only a couple of hours from then as well.&nbsp; Trent had one more class that he had to get to, but after that he was free.<br><br>Trent gave a reassuring smile to Mel and held out his hand again.&nbsp; They shook for a final time before he had to part.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you again, Mel.&nbsp; I'll see you later then."&nbsp; The young man expressed before grabbing his bag and fleeing the greenhouse to head to his next class.<br><br>An hour and a half was spent in the fluorescent lit halls of the Patterson building.&nbsp; It was the main hub for Engineering classes which was what Trent's last class of the day was.&nbsp; It was Electrical Engineering 201, the second level in the line of engineering classes he had to take.&nbsp; They were going over the various terms which built upon their first semester before they broke into more complex material which would no doubt involve several equations and calculations to figure out how man amps, joules, and volts were coursing through a particular circuit.<br><br>At 2:45, the class was dismissed.&nbsp; Trent found himself bolting for the door.&nbsp; He was the first one out of class and down the hall, and for a brief moment, he thought about why he was in such a hurry.&nbsp; There was no answer he could come up with, but he had to meet Mel now for help with his horticulture class.<br><br>It was a few minutes later that he came upon the multistoried university library.&nbsp; It was an impressive building with 13 floors.&nbsp; Floors 1 through 3 were reserved for circulation, special collections, preservation, computer labs, and general student traffic including a coffee shop and study area.&nbsp; The remaining floors were the stacks which every student would visit at least once in their college career.&nbsp; No student could escape a research paper.&nbsp; That was something Trent was lucky enough to learn early on.<br><br>As he approached the building, he began to look for Mel.&nbsp; He was sure he couldn't miss him.&nbsp; The man had a rather distinct appearance, after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 02:20:50</strong>
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				Mel smiled as they parted. It felt oddly nice to have 'plans' for the afternoon. It had been a long time since he hung out with anyone. He'd become content with his lonely life up till now. At least he thought he was. After all, plants couldn't talk back, at least not most of them. So he watched Trent walk off with a smile before pulling his bag over his shoulder and limping out of the greenhouse. A quick look at his watch told him he had enough time to go home and rest a little before meeting the other at the library.<br><br>Normally he would walk home, detesting public transportation and cars in general, but since he wanted as much time to rest as possible he hailed down a taxi and climbed in. His apartment wasn't too far away and he was soon unlocking the door. If the landlord ever did an inspection, Me would likely be kicked out for how he treated the place. Thankfully, Mel had chosen a place that had a lazy landlord. So long as no one complained, then no inspections were done. He was a quite tenant and no one bothered him, and he likewise didn't bother them.<br><br>Even though it was still early in the fall, just barely out of summer, the heat was on in his apartment. It was humid and warm. Meligorn's water bill was always big for several reasons. One was because he always turned the shower on hot when he came home to make the apartment more humid and the other was the massive number of plants that he had to water. Every room of the apartment was filled with plants of all sorts. Flowered plants, tall plants, short plants, some with small tree stumps for stems, dozens of bushy ones. They littered the floor, counters, tables, and window sills. A book shelf held various plant related books, which were shoved between plotted plants. <br><br>After turning the shower on, Mel kicked his shoes off and proceeded to remove his pants. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he was finally free of those horrible things. Like most men his age, he had quite a bit of body hair, but Mel had more than was normal. In fact, it was as if he were wearing fur pants. His strong, thick thighs were covered in soft, brown fur. The same color as the hair on his head. Despite the strong thighs, his calves were oddly thin. Very thin in fact. Thin and bony, almost like a kangaroo. Though the strangest things about Meligorn's body was the goat like hooves he had instead of feet and the tiny horns that poked out of his hair when he removed his hat.<br><br>Mel laid out on a beanbag chair and set the alarm on his watch to go off at 2:30 before dozing off in his plant paradise.<br><br>The watch went off at 2:30 and he jolted awake. It took him a moment before he remembered his study date with Trent. Groaning a little, he climbed up to his hooves and slipped back into his pants and shoes. Stumbling a little, he headed out. A taxi got him to the library shortly after Trent walked up. He smiled, finding himself unable not to for some reason, and limped his way over to Trent, "Hey, good to see you made it," he smiled again and motioned to the library, "Shall we?"<br><br>Meligorn spent almost as much time in the library as he did in the greenhouses. He lead Trent towards a study area that he knew was commonly free of large amounts of people and, not so surprisingly, had a beautiful tree right outside the window. He settled into a chair and groaned a little in pain. He forgot to stretch his legs out before putting the shoes on and now his legs were hurting a little, "Sorry...my legs hurt sometimes. So, anything specific you wanted to look over?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:45:30</strong>
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				Trent gave his own smile when he took sight of Mel walking up from the nearby street.&nbsp; He gave a modest wave when he was a little closer.&nbsp; It was much easier to see Mel's limp at this proximity.&nbsp; It steered his eyes briefly away from the handsome face that stared back at him.&nbsp; He momentarily looked down to the shoes that slowly ambled toward him in an almost graceful fashion.&nbsp; He didn't find it off-putting at all, actually.&nbsp; It sort of added a strange character and mystique to the man.&nbsp; "Yeah, it's good to see you as well."&nbsp; He answered before giving a nod and following Mel up the steps to the front door.<br><br>They soon found themselves in a rather secluded section of the study area near a window.&nbsp; It was sort of peaceful despite the shuffle of students in and out of the front door on the other side of the large front room.&nbsp; Trent was startled by the groan Mel gave.&nbsp; He looked worriedly at his new friend, an expression of concern crossing his face, but Mel got right down to business and asked what he might want to go over.<br><br>"Umm...lets do a short review of the beginning and then go over the chapter we started today."&nbsp; He began and then stopped.&nbsp; A slight pause passed before Trent spoke again.&nbsp; "Are you sure you're okay to study with me?&nbsp; I don't want you to put yourself out just for me."&nbsp; He said, sounding genuinely concerned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 01:22:38</strong>
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				"Really, it's nothing. Just an old injury," same thing he told everyone. Mel saw no reason to go further than that, "I'm not used to studying with other people, but I can do it," he smiled softly, "Now, lets see..." he pulled out his books and notebooks. It seemed strange to talk about his favorite subject to a person that actually wanted to hear it, "Horticulture in general dates back to even before Alexander the Great. Basically, anyone that has ever tried to learn about plant cultivation has basically studied horticulture in some degree," that was all basic stuff learned the first day though, "There so much that you can't learn in class though. Breeding new plants. Learning the exact temperatures to make a plant grow faster and healthier."<br><br>Mel managed to stop himself from going on more, "So, is there anything specific you want to go over," he didn't really intend on studying today as it all seemed simple to him, "You know..." he admitted, "I didn't actually think you'd show up here. I normally scare people off. They think I'm weird," Mel had no issues in stating the obvious, "But I...uh...I'm glad you did," he hadn't meant to say that, but it was too late to change it.<br><br>"So, hey...Ummm...I think we were studying weeds or something today. So, Taraxacum. Also known as dandelion. Probably one of the most misunderstood plants in existence. People seem to think it's useless and a menace, but really, it's very useful," he opened his notebook to show a very well, pencil drawn sketch of a dandelion, "It's one of the few plants in the world that every part of it is not only useful, but completely edible and since they don't use pollination to reproduce, the offspring are genetically identical. It's also very good to have in a garden. It's roots don't actually strangle other plants, at least not willingly. It uses it's roots to break up hard earth with its deep tap root, bringing up nutrients from below the reach of other plants, makes it a good companion for weaker or shallower-rooted crops," he pointed out each part of the flower on his drawing as he talked about it, "Oh, and the leaves are amazing. You can use them as a good source of all kinds of vitamins in a salad. And the flower makes a wonderful wine..."<br><br>"Oh gods...I'm rambling again...sorry," his face flushed and he looked down at the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 01:04:39</strong>
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				He allowed it to pass, but he still wasn't quite comfortable for Mel putting himself out just to study with him.&nbsp; It was obvious that studying was the last thing the limping man needed, so Trent could only assume that he was meeting him out of the kindness of his heart.&nbsp; He was glad for it though.&nbsp; Not only could he use the help, but he quite enjoyed the company as well.&nbsp; Mel's voice had a certain something to it that he couldn't quite explain.&nbsp; It carried more than words and sentences upon the air he breathed.&nbsp; Trent found it almost hypnotic, but at the same time, he was able to take in everything he said with such clarity.<br><br>With notebook open and textbook out, he listened to the introductory explanation which they had briefly covered the first day.&nbsp; Mel diverged to other topics that weren't covered in class though they sounded quite interesting as well.&nbsp; "That is truly fascinating.&nbsp; Maybe you can show me what you know about breeding sometime...umm...plants, I mean."&nbsp; He said with a slightly embarrassed smile.&nbsp; He hadn't meant it to come out quite that way, it just...did.<br><br>His smile became a grin, and he blushed a little.&nbsp; "I'm...I'm glad I did too.&nbsp; I was never planning on not coming.&nbsp; You're just...such an interesting person."&nbsp; He complimented.<br><br>Mel then broke into a very long explanation over the current material.&nbsp; While listening, Trent turned to the correct page of the chapter.&nbsp; He wrote important bits of information he thought he should know from the small lecture.&nbsp; When the other man opened his notebook to Trent, there was a low gasp at the artistry put into the drawing within.&nbsp; It was no simple sketch.&nbsp; It rather looked like it came straight from a horticulture text where various plants and their associated parts had been drawn out and labeled.&nbsp; His hazel eyes ran over the entirety of the work of art before looking back up at Mel who was currently apologizing.<br><br>"Don't be silly.&nbsp; Please, go on.&nbsp; You've told me more about that one plant in just a few seconds than the professor did in class,&nbsp; <em>and</em> I might add that it was more entertaining too."&nbsp; <em>Not to mention more attractive.</em>&nbsp; He thought that last part, and yes, he now admitted it to himself.&nbsp; Trent wasn't looking for anyone, and he definitely tried to shy away from seeking companionship with anyone he had a class with.&nbsp; This was not near that level yet, but he did think Mel was quite easy on the eyes.&nbsp; He had sort of an old school charm with looks that seemed vaguely reminiscent of ancient Greek sculptures.&nbsp; He pushed the thoughts from his mind, however.&nbsp; This was not the time nor place for that.&nbsp; He had to study, and he didn't want to get involved with anyone in his classes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 22:04:43</strong>
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				The breeding comment certainly made his eyes widen. Even after Trent corrected himself. It just seemed such an odd thing to say, but he didn't mention it. The other obviously felt embarrassed having said it, so there was no reason to bring it up again. It just felt strange to him. Every time he talked with his mother, either on the phone or through letters, she always said that he should come home and find himself a good woman to settle down with and give her a grandchild. Or if he preferred men, she was happy to help him find a boyfriend. Mel always found a reason to hang up the phone whenever that subject came up. He didn't want to go back home and he wasn't so sure he was ready for a relationship. The last time he'd gone home for a holiday, he'd ended up drunk and woke up with a guy on one side and a girl on the other. Thankfully, his home community was more <em>understanding</em> of his people. <br><br>Mel smiled, liking that someone found his large supply of plant information interesting. For anyone not interested in going into horticulture as a career, it was likely useless information, "Here, you can borrow my notebook," he pushed the old looking notebook over, "It's got more in it than we go over in class, but if you just look over the basics, that should be enough to get you a good grade on the next exam," he smiled lightly, "Sorry, I guess I'm just not a very good 'teacher'. I could sit here and read the notebook to you, but that seems a little silly," for the most part, Mel didn't need the notebook. He could recite almost everything without looking at it.<br><br>"Plus, I believe that learning about plants and such is better when you actually have them around to handle and look at. There's a farmers market not far from here. We could always go down there. We could get something to eat too," it didn't occur to Mel that it all sounded very 'date' like, "I think our next chapter or unit is on fruit shrubs or something like that. One I know is right in season right now, so the market should have a lot of them. <em>Punica granatum</em> or pomegranate. Have you ever had one?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 18:41:08</strong>
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				Trent let his fingers brush up against the edge of the worn notebook as if touching a tome of endless knowledge passed down from the old world.&nbsp; It wasn't really all that old, but it had seen a lot of use.&nbsp; Many of the pages were scrolled with text and illustrations regarding various plant life that he assumed Mel was interested in.&nbsp; His eyes glanced over some of the pages as thoughtfully as his fingers were gently brushing against the edges of it.&nbsp; When the other man apologized, Trent looked up with a confused look as if to ask 'are you kidding?'&nbsp; But, it soon turned into a polite smile.&nbsp; "Nonsense.&nbsp; You're a great teacher.&nbsp; Are you sure you want to hand this over to me?&nbsp; It seems like you've put a lot of information in here.&nbsp; Wont you need it?"&nbsp; He asked.<br><br>He listened to Mel's suggestion, but Trent never picked up on the subtle fact that it sounded oddly like a 'date.'&nbsp; Instead, he thought it was a great idea.&nbsp; "That would be great.&nbsp; I'm sure it would work better in both our favors if we had some actual plants to examine.&nbsp; You could actually teach me something rather than read from notes and I could learn first hand."&nbsp; Trent smiled.<br><br>The subject of the pomegranate, while not common, was one that Trent did actually have some experience with.&nbsp; "Yes, I've had the juice and eaten the fruit in a salad, but I have never actually handled an actual pomegranate.&nbsp; I do know it is rather odd on the inside once cut open.&nbsp; The seeds are sort of like juice filled sacs."&nbsp; He said, explaining what he knew of the fruit.&nbsp; It was quite a tasty treat too, sweet and fruity with a soft bite of tang.<br><br>Trent closed the notebook and pulled it closer to him on the table while looking into the deep green eyes of his study companion.&nbsp; "Would you like to head to the farmer's market?&nbsp; Unless your legs are not feeling up to it, in which case we can wait until another time.&nbsp; I don't want to trouble you if it will be uncomfortable."&nbsp; He said, sounding concerned for Mel's well being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 22:18:17</strong>
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				"<em>Need</em> it? Not really. I would like it back when you're done with it though. I've had it for a long time," Mel smiled and started putting his bags, "It'd take forever for me to re-write all that," not to mention the drawings. Each plant drawing in there took him at least a week to do, then there was the process of adding every little detail, which could take a long time depending on the plant itself. When he didn't have school, he spent his free days studying the plants in his apartment. During long holidays, like winter and summer, he went to his parents and studied the gardens there (as well as attended a few gatherings).<br><br>"I'm always up for a trip to the farmer's market. Don't worry about my legs, they don't really hurt all that much. It's difficult to explain, but I'm used to the limp. Some days it's better than others, but it's always there. So don't worry about it," he pulled his bag over his shoulder and climbed up from his seat, "And yes, pomegranates look a little strange. When you open one, it's like looking at hundreds of tiny, sparkling rubies. It's only recently been named a 'superfruit' like blueberries and cranberries, but so many cultures have been using it for so many different things for centuries. You can even find it in Greek Myths. The Goddess Hera is sometimes represented as offering a pomegranate."<br><br>"Persephone, the innocent maiden daughter of Demeter and Zeus. The gods Hermes, Ares, Apollo, and Hephaestus all tried to woo her, but Demeter rejected all their gifts. She wanted to keep her innocent daughter from the hands of the Olympian Gods. Hades was so determined to have her that he burst through the Earth and kidnapped her while she was picking flowers with some nymphs. For the first time, the Earth did not have life and the first winter came as Demeter forsake her duties to search for her daughter. Finally, due to the demands of the hungry humans who could not grow their crops out of snow, Zeus demanded that Persephone be returned. Before Persephone was released to Hermes, who had been sent to retrieve her, Hades tricked her into eating pomegranate six seeds, which forced her to return to the underworld for the winter each year. One month for each seed. It was a rule of the Fates that whoever consumed food or drink in the Underworld was doomed to spend eternity there, but since Persephone was the daughter of two gods, the rules were a little different for her. That's how the Greeks explained the seasons. Demeter mourns the months that her daughter is away and that is why we have fall and winter. She rejoices when her daughter returns and that is why we have spring and summer.<br><br>That's probably the biggest story involving a pomegranate. When Greeks commemorate their dead, they make kollyva as offerings, which consist of boiled wheat, mixed with sugar and decorated with pomegranate. It's a very important fruit. It's my favorite fruit...though that might be because I'm Greek and my mother fed it to me at least once a day till I moved here."<br><br>Meligorn stretched a little now that he was standing and wished he could take these stupid shoes off. They gave him more trouble than the pants did, "Let's go to the market and pick some stuff up. There's this great restaurant that I go to that will cook up anything you bring in. I've been going there since I was fifteen," it was one of the few places around here that made food the way he liked it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 21:53:47</strong>
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				"Oh, of course.&nbsp; I'll get it back to you as soon as I can."&nbsp; Trent said, reassuring his new friend that he would take the best care with it.&nbsp; Mel seemed to be quite attached to it, so he wold make sure that nothing went awry while it was in his possession.&nbsp; As Mel began to pack up his belongings, Trent followed suit, placing his books and notes (or what he had of them) back in his bag.&nbsp; He took a moment to steal a glance here and there of Mel.&nbsp; Trent had a feeling he had seen him somewhere before.&nbsp; Or maybe not him, but the likeness.&nbsp; He couldn't quite place it.&nbsp; Perhaps it was just his natural beauty piquing Trent's interest, which was more than likely the case.&nbsp; Mel was very attractive.<br><br>"As long as you're okay."&nbsp; He agreed, throwing his bag over his shoulder and standing up.&nbsp; They began walking slowly out of the library while Mel regaled him with anecdotes of the pomegranate.&nbsp; It was fascinating in more than one way.&nbsp; Trent began to put all of his attention on Mel.&nbsp; He was on autopilot now, step by step, following the other man's lead.&nbsp; He wasn't entranced really.&nbsp; He was taking it all in, but there was just something soothing about Mel's voice.<br><br>"You're from Greece?&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; How is it over there?&nbsp; I've never been to Europe.&nbsp; Hell, I haven't even been to Canada which is practically right next door."&nbsp; He paused for a moment.&nbsp; "I take it you know all of that stuff because you're from there, huh?"&nbsp; Trent seemed astonished at that mere fact.&nbsp; It seemed only to add to Mel's air of mystery.&nbsp; He wasn't not the average student nor did he look like one.&nbsp; He was from a foreign land and had odd but intriguing interests.<br><br>"Really?&nbsp; I've...never heard of a place like that.&nbsp; They cook food you bring them?&nbsp; How exactly does that work?"&nbsp; Trent asked quite curiously.&nbsp; He really needed to get out more.&nbsp; It's not like he was a hermit, but it seemed that he was missing out on so much.&nbsp; Not that he would have made it a habit to roam the farmer's market regularly, but it would have been nice to have a change of scenery.&nbsp; Nature was not his niche habitat.&nbsp; Most of his life had been spent in an urban environment which is probably why all of this seemed so intriguing to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 22:45:38</strong>
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				"It's nice. I only go back to visit once a year to visit. I guess other people find a lot more allure in Greece than I do because I grew up there. Kind of how people that grow up in a city like this find it more interesting to go to places like Greece than to stay here. I wish there were more parks here, but I would rather be here than back home," he smiled, "I'm not from mainland Greece. There's an island called Eubea, though there is a small strip of land that connects it to the mainland, off the coast of Eastern Greece. I grew up on an even small island off the coast of that called Skyros. I the last time they did a census, there was like 3,000 people total on the whole island. Most of it is uninhabited, but the places that have villages are very close in community. It's a very respectable place. Some great heroes that are connected with Skyros and mythology are Theseus, Lycomedes, Achilles, and his son Neoptolemos. It's got a lot of history."<br><br>Mel shook his head, "I'm rambling again. Sorry. If you can't tell, I don't talk to people much. Instead of being shy, I get talkative. I haven't really talked to anyone outside of a class since last summer when I visited my parents."<br><br>As they got near the street, he flagged down a taxi, "It's called the Garden of Eden Cafe. It's really small. Doesn't even have a sign. I walked in there one day after school thinking it was an empty building and there were people inside eating," he chuckled a little, "It only hold like fifteen people at the most. The owners all have other jobs, but I think the Cafe is kinda like their baby. I'm sure they'd sell their apartment and move into the kitchen if they had needed the money to keep it open. Luckily, they have quite a few loyal customers like myself that would be willing to leave 100% tip on nearly every check if we had to. But yeah, you bring it in and they'll usually cook it. Someone asked them to deep fry a bag of Skittles once, but they couldn't. Apparently they just disappear in the fryer. I'm not a big meat eater and they are one of the few places that tolerates how picky I am," Mel smirked a bit as he climbed into the back of the cab and waited for Trent to get in before giving the driver their destination, "As for how it works...since we pay for the food, they only really charge for using their dishes and them cooking it, so it does turn out cheaper depending on what you bring in."<br><br>"So, where are you from or did you grow up here in the city?" they'd talked quite a bit about him and plants, but he realized he didn't know anything about Trent, "What's your major?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 19:16:55</strong>
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				Trent smiled as he listened still, thinking that Mel would make an astounding orator.&nbsp; Despite his nervous habit to 'ramble,' he spoke of things so precisely that anyone could understand it.&nbsp; He gave a soft chuckle when Mel caught himself again, but Trent simple reached over and clasped him lightly on the shoulder.&nbsp; "Don't worry about it.&nbsp; I am finding it quite entertaining to listen to you speak."&nbsp; He offered consolation.&nbsp; "If you haven't spoken to anyone in that long, well...I'm honored that you find my company tolerable enough to continue speaking."&nbsp; He joked with a smile while they walked toward the street.<br><br>Brick buildings made way for a line of trees.&nbsp; Two roads ran perpendicular to each other in front of them.&nbsp; The closest was reserved for the school bus line which ran all around campus.&nbsp; The other was a general road for non-student traffic.&nbsp; They crossed the first and stood by the second where Mel flagged down a taxi.&nbsp; He was continuing to explain about the place they would be eating after they perused the farmer's market, and Trent seemed to take it all in.<br><br>"I have to admit, I do enjoy some meat although it is not all I eat.&nbsp; I enjoy fruits and vegetables as well.&nbsp; I happen to love eggplant the best especially the Chinese garlic preparation of it."&nbsp; He said while a taxi pulled up in front of them.&nbsp; Mel climbed into the car first before Trent piled in after, setting his bag on the floor between his legs.&nbsp; "That sounds pretty cool actually.&nbsp; I've never heard of a place that only cooks the food you bring in.&nbsp; Do they actually have a menu of their own food they prepare or is it just whatever you bring in?"&nbsp; He asked quite curious about this establishment now.<br><br>The tables seemed to turn then as Mel inquired about Trent, but the young man was happy enough to oblige.&nbsp; "I've lived in the city all my life.&nbsp; I grew up about twenty minutes from here, but my parents moved out to the suburbs when I began college.&nbsp; They wanted something a little quieter.&nbsp; That's why I stay in a dorm instead of with them."&nbsp; He explained.&nbsp; "I major in electrical engineering.&nbsp; I'm taking horticulture as an elective.&nbsp; Thought it would be a nice contrast to what I was used to."&nbsp; He said.<br><br>The taxi pulled out into traffic then.&nbsp; Trent and Mel simply continued to converse as they were whisked toward their destination.&nbsp; Trent found himself more and more comfortable with the other male which wasn't exactly a bad thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 20:48:01</strong>
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				Meligorn had nothing against people that ate meat. He knew a lot of animals survived by eating other animals. That was just their nature. As omnivores, eating meat was part of the human diet. His own kind could eat meat too and many did, but Mel always found it very unappetizing when he knew for a fact that most animals didn't like it. Sure, humans knew that animals felt pain, but they didn't have to <em>hear</em> what the animals had to say. It was extremely stomach upsetting to know that the lamb his mother used to make gyros was just hours ago laughing and playing with it's friends, probably chatting about finding a mate or something. It was almost gruesome, "Yeah, they have a small menu, but mostly they cook up whatever you bring to them. And don't worry about the meat thing. I'll eat fish and seafood, so I guess I'm not <em>completely</em> against meat," fish never talked to him. It was mostly farm animals or wild animals, "Chinese Garlic Eggplant? That sounds pretty good. They make a really good candied walnut gorgonzola salad, but I usually have to bring in the gorgonzola."<br><br>"Can't really blame them," he commented when Trent said that his parents wanted to live somewhere quieter, "I don't plan on moving back to Greece, but I am looking forward to moving out of the city," and he very much doubted that he'd be getting his security deposit back from his apartment. Most would consider it trashed and it was likely that all the steam he let build up in there had allowed a bit of mold to grow over the years. Thankfully, none of that could hurt him and he knew it wouldn't hurt anyone else. People were so quick to misjudge mold and other plants/bacteria like that.<br><br>It was interesting to listen to Trent talk about his life in the dorm and his engineering classes, "I don't know too much about engineering, or any tech stuff really. Hell, I don't even have a T.V. or a cellphone. I can't imagine all the stuff you have to learn to be able to do that," Trent was probably realizing that horticulture had just as many things to learn as electrical engineering, at least for someone who was serious about it. Even though he didn't like most tech stuff, he did enjoy learning about it from time to time. He found computers to be so interesting and not because of what they could do, but because of how they worked. It was like magic, "What kind of job do you hope to get when you graduate?"<br><br>The taxi ride was just like any other, but Mel enjoyed it more than usual. Trent might of thought that he was the one with the pleasant voice, but Mel thought that the other was better to listen to. It was strong and almost a little raspy from breathing city air all his life. Very nice, he thought. And despite the traffic, the trip to the market seemed blessedly shorter than normal, "So, we'll get some pomegranates. What do you think you'll want to eat?" he already knew what he wanted, "I think I'll just get stuff for pomegranate soup, just without meatballs," he said with a smile.<br><br>The market was fairly small, but everything looked fresh. Everything from fresh caught fish, fresh fruits and veggies, to freshly butchered meat. Most of the people walking around it looked a bit like Mel, mostly because many of them looked like they had just come crawling out of a garden. Dirt on their knees and under their finger nails, hair thrown back in quick tied or shoved under hats, and patched up clothing. They were 'poor' or 'hippies' but they had a natural look to them, "Pick out anything you want. If you don't know what it is, I can probably figure it out," he wasn't trying to be a know-it-all, but if it was a plant, he likely knew what it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 21:28:08</strong>
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				His brows lifted in pleasant surprise.&nbsp; "That sounds delicious.&nbsp; In fact, I might have to inquire about it when I get there.&nbsp; Do they have gorgonzola at the market, I wonder."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; Salad was a favorite of his and blue cheese whether it be gorgonzola or another kind was arguably his favorite kind.&nbsp; Well, that and some good sharp cheddar or maybe smoked gouda.&nbsp; His mouth salivated at the thought&nbsp; He nodded his understanding.&nbsp; "Ahh, so they make most of their money from just cooking what you bring it.&nbsp; Sounds like they have a real passion for food or they like serving the public.&nbsp; Either way, it sounds like a great place to go."&nbsp; He said, smiling to his new friend.&nbsp; "I understand."&nbsp; He replied to the meat comment.<br><br>"Yeah, I'm not sure I would want to stay in the city all my life.&nbsp; I know it's what I've grown up with, but I kinda of want to see other places."&nbsp; He answered.&nbsp; Trent was surprised to hear that Mel didn't have a T.V. or cell phone even.&nbsp; Everyone he knew had a cell phone.&nbsp; Not only that, they had those new smart phones that let you do almost everything.&nbsp; He looked at Mel silently for a moment, an expression of disbelief on his face.&nbsp; "You're a real luddite, aren't you?"&nbsp; He said with a smirk.&nbsp; "I'm looking into working for an engineering firm.&nbsp; I'll probably be designing electrical systems and testing them.&nbsp; It's not an ideal job, but it's what I'm good at."&nbsp; He said, sounding a little unsure about it all.<br><br>They eventually found themselves pulling up to the market.&nbsp; The people milling about all looked like they had spent their days in a field or garden tending to plants or their livestock.&nbsp; Oddly, he did notice that Mel and they shared a likeness.&nbsp; It made him smile a bit.&nbsp; "Yes, pomegranates sound great.&nbsp; I would actually like one to eat while we wait though, and I'd like to look for the gorgonzola and the other things to make that salad."&nbsp; He told Mel, hoping the other man could show him to where the needed items were.<br><br>He followed Mel around the market, browsing produce.&nbsp; They bought several large pomegranates.&nbsp; Trent picked up a nice sized bag of hazelnuts which he thought would go well with the salad too.&nbsp; The two did make it to a dairy stand which happened to have gorgonzola in supply.&nbsp; Trent sniffed the wrapped cheese, smelling the rather pungent aroma of the active mold inside.&nbsp; He knew it would put off some, but to him, the cheese was great.&nbsp; They soon had a couple of bags filled with food goods ready to be prepared.&nbsp; Trent stood by as he waited for Mel to get the last of the items they needed.&nbsp; He popped a couple of hazelnuts in his mouth as a snack while waiting.&nbsp; It was turning out to be a fun trip.&nbsp; Mel had explained some more things to him about the plants.&nbsp; He even asked some questions about odd looking vegetables like the kohlrabi.&nbsp; Trent gave it a rather wary look when they came across them, noting that it looked like it was not of this world.<br><br>Finally, Mel returned with what he had needed.&nbsp; "Shall we go on to the restaurant?"&nbsp; Trent asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 16:51:59</strong>
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				"Don't know if I'd go as far as to call myself 'luddite'," he smiled, knowing that Trent didn't mean it in a bad way, "I just have little use for things like computers and cell phones," unfortunately, professors always wanted papers typed and he had to use the library computers. He doubted a computer would do well in his apartment. It would probably short circuit or something and set the whole place on fire. The very last thing he needed was that. He'd worked very hard to get his apartment the way he liked it and stayed a good enough tenant that his land lord never did an inspection. It was very hard work, "But I do know how to use them when I need to," Mel smiled again.<br><br>The trip to the market was very nice. He'd never brought anyone here with him before. He'd come here so often that he normally just walked through so fast, getting what he needed, and leaving without a word to anyone. But with Trent, he got to stop and poke around at all the stands. Occasionally explaining to Trent that even though that plant looked very strange, it was tasty. One thing being the kohlrabi, which he explained had nearly the same taste as broccoli stem or cabbage heart, but sweeter. While Trent's back was turned to look at something, Mel picked up and bagged a few Okinawan Purple Sweet Potatoes, planning on having fries made out of them at the cafe. The root looked almost just like a normal potato, except whiter in color, but the real treat was that it's inside was a vibrant purple color. He thought it would be a nice little surprise.<br><br>"All ready," he said with a smile when the other asked if they should head on to the restaurant, "It's not far from here," they paid for their goods and he started leading Trent down the street. The fact that they had original got together to study was completely lost now. Mel was glad for the company. It was so nice to have someone other than his mother to talk to. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed just talking.<br><br>The outside of the restaurant looked run down. The windows had brown paper taped to the inside and it looked abandoned. It was easy to see why people would just walk by without a second look. Mel had, originally, gone in there to see about buying the place and making it his home. Much to his delight, he found it to be the great restaurant that it was. The inside (http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/150/l_1e430981844e4a52a84db4da7fc7e4ab.jpg) was much different from the outside. There were a hand full of tables, most of which were empty, sat closely together in the small space. The small outer part on one of the walls had a large, leather bench seat (http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/136/l_7f679e5e78ce44a580ed7c97a00f5cdc.jpg).<br><br>Meligorn smiled and lead Trent toward the leather seat, finding it more comfortable than the chairs. He slid in and pat the seat next to him, "Mary should be out here soon. So, what do you think of the place?" he asked as he set his bags on the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 20:21:02</strong>
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				He gave another smile which seemed to be the norm now.&nbsp; Mel made Trent happy for some reason.&nbsp; He couldn't explain it.&nbsp; He was unlike anyone he had ever met.&nbsp; His slightly shaggy appearance, his seemingly endless font of knowledge, the way he talked, it all seemed to blend into one very charming and attractive male.&nbsp; Mel even seemed to make his slight limp graceful in a natural sort of way.<br><br>Trent followed Mel down the street, his thoughts preoccupied by his sudden realization of why he was feeling so elated at the moment.&nbsp; Granted, hanging out with friends, the few that he had, made for good times, but he couldn't recall feeling as he did then.&nbsp; It was a combination of discovery and pleasant bewilderment that was new to him.&nbsp; Being lost in his thoughts so deeply made the walk to the restaurant quick and uneventful.&nbsp; From the outside, it looked like a rather run down building.&nbsp; In fact, the place looked down right abandoned, but once one stepped through the threshold, they would find a delightful atmosphere of social chatter and delicious smells.<br><br>As they passed occupied tables, Trent noticed that no dish was alike the next.&nbsp; It seemed they really did cook whatever you brought in.&nbsp; One couple seemed to be chatting over a pizza covered in feta, tomatoes, and black olives while a group next to them were each sharing what looked like a free form pad thai.&nbsp; It all looked quite tantalizing to the tongue.<br><br>He followed Mell deeper in where they found a leather bench to slip into.&nbsp; Trent slipped in next to Mel, looking over at him and giving him a shy smile.&nbsp; "It's nice.&nbsp; I really like it.&nbsp; Very casual, and I can already tell that the food will be great."&nbsp; He voiced.&nbsp; "Do you know the people who work here?&nbsp; I notice you call them by name.&nbsp; I guess that would be the case if you're a regular."&nbsp; He said, partly speaking to Mel and then voicing his own thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 19:28:19</strong>
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				Mel was feeling rather the same way as Trent was. It felt nice to have someone to talk with, but it was more than that. Trent made him feel relaxed. He didn't feel like he was hiding anything, even though he was. It was nice to feel like that. The irrational part of his mind told him that he could likely depants right now for Trent and show the other male what was so different about himself and Trent wouldn't bat an eyelash about it. Thankfully, his better judgment spared him that. He'd never shown anyone outside his hometown what he really was and knew how dangerous it was to do that or allow it to happen. It was better that people think he was some anti-social freak with a limp and too much knowledge about strange plants.<br><br>"Yeah, I've known them for a while. Mary and her husband Jason. Their son is only about ten, but he's always running around here on the weekends. He likes to play Zombie Hunters in the back alley and can probably whip everyone's butt in poker. He's a great little kid, but a bit of a pest when he's hyper. If he wants your attention, he going to do everything he can to get it. I guess I'm a bit more than a regular. I come here at the very least, once or twice a week," he smiled, "Good food, nice people, and if you want to be left alone or get away from someone, this is a great place to hide out."<br><br>Feeling an awkward lull coming on, Mel tried to kick up some kind of conversation, "You said you grew up in the city. I've been here for over ten years, and I have to admit, I actually know very little about it. What's your favorite thing about living here? I've always wanted to explore it a bit more, but I guess I've been a bit scared to do so. I told my parents that I wanted to live here so that I could get to know people better and well..." he shrugged, "I guess I've kind of hidden away all this time. I've never even been on the subway or taken a bus," he knew all the parks like the back of his hand, but he probably couldn't find the subway station if his life depended on it.<br><br>"Hundreds of people live here, there's got to be something special about it. What do you like about it?" he smiled and leaned back against the bench seat. Mel kept the bag of purple potatoes next to his far side, he wanted to keep them a surprise for Trent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 23:37:32</strong>
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				Trent sat with a smile as he listened.&nbsp; The owners sounded like good, friendly people, and if the atmosphere transferred any into the food, he would likely be coming back again.&nbsp; "Well, if the little one ever shows his face, I'll be sure not to shamble around and mutter 'brains.'&nbsp; They do sound like good people though.&nbsp; I can see why you come here again and again.&nbsp; I'm already liking the place.&nbsp; The smells are lovely.&nbsp; I can't wait for the food."&nbsp; He said before the conversation fell into silence.&nbsp; Luckily, Mel came up with something to talk about.<br><br>He inquired about Trent, his upbringing specifically.&nbsp; It was almost an odd question.&nbsp; He'd never been asked that before, but he'd only ever hung around people who lived in the city.&nbsp; There would really be no reason to be asked...until now.&nbsp; "Yeah.&nbsp; I've lived here my whole life.&nbsp; I have taken trips to other places, even one road trip to Canada many years ago, but I never spent much time in a rural area no matter where I went," he said with a slight pause at the end.&nbsp; "My favorite thing?&nbsp; Hmm...probably the proximity of everything.&nbsp; If I want to do something, I can practically walk outside and go do it without much hassle.&nbsp; It takes my parents at least 10 minutes to get to the grocery store where they live.&nbsp; I can walk down the street and be at a store in three minutes.&nbsp; Five if I couldn't find what I needed there."&nbsp; He said, looking over at Mel with a smile.<br><br>"If you want, I can show you around to a few places.&nbsp; I've lived here long enough to know a few things.&nbsp; Granted, they're not as well hidden as this gem here," he said while gesturing downward to indicate the restaurant they were in.&nbsp; "I think it would be fun.&nbsp; I could probably show you an easy way to get from your place to the farmer's market or here via subway or bus.&nbsp; Cut down on spending money on cab rides."&nbsp; Trent kept explaining without any awareness to the contents of the bag Mel seemed to be hiding.&nbsp; The young man hadn't even thought of it, and if he had, he wasn't going to pry into the contents.&nbsp; It might have been something personal for Mel.<br><br>He went on to explain some of the places to show Mel.&nbsp; Some of them were for purely aesthetic purposes while others carried their own utility.&nbsp; Trent mentioned a large cathedral that had been built many years ago.&nbsp; It was a beautiful structure both in and out, and while he was not a very religious man, he saw the aesthetic purpose in visiting such a place.&nbsp; "Do you think you might want to have a visit?&nbsp; I haven't been in many years.&nbsp; I don't think I got any pictures last time either, so now that I have a camera, it gives me an excuse to go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 20:05:31</strong>
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				Meligorn listened, rather eagerly, as Trent talked about his life in the city and how he liked how close everything was. The offer to show him around made him smile till the other mentioned showing him a quicker way to get from his apartment to the market, "Oh, it's not that far from my place," he lied. The last thing he wanted was to show Trent his apartment. Not just because of the state of it, but because of the whole building itself. The place was run down. The people that lived above him were always fighting, as were nearly every other tenant. It wasn't located in a very good part of the city. He'd only taken the place because of how uncaring the land lord was. So long as he paid his rent, he could live there without any questions. No background checks, no credit checks, and no nosing around of any sort. Mel kept to himself and most of the other tenants forgot he was even there.<br><br>"Sometimes I think I made a mistake in coming here for school, but being able to get to things quickly is nice," he smiled, "If you think taking 10 minutes to get to the grocery store is a lot, then you'd hate where I grew up. Nearest 'grocery store' was about an hour away. We grew everything. Even though I haven't worked on a farm in ten years, I still can't help but get up an hour before the sun rises. Though having some classes that early helps," Mel leaned back in his seat and watched Trent.<br><br>Sitting here like this, talking with someone, it was really nice. Mel had focused so much on keeping everyone away and had even started thinking about just going back home. He'd always thought that he'd have to always be on guard if he was with other people, but Trent made it easy. The other hadn't made him feel uncomfortable, hadn't teased him about anything, and hadn't tried to get him to talk about his supposed disability. High school had been horrible with stuff like that and he'd forgotten that college was supposed to be different and that people there could be different. Trent just made it easy to talk. Possibly because he wasn't some girl trying to flirt with him.<br><br>"A...A cathedral?" Meligorn was always a little uneasy about churches and things like that, "Sure, I guess. I've never been in one before," religion made him nervous. Mostly because most religions thought of people like him as some kind of 'demons' or something like that, "So long as it's not crowded or anything. I don't like crowds. They make me a little uncomfortable," not as uncomfortable as a cathedral likely would, but he couldn't find it in him to deny Trent such a small, simple thing.<br><br>As they chatted, a short, kind of stocky woman with dark brown hair came out from the back. Her hair was flecked with a little gray and the apron around her waist made her look like some sweet house wife, "Heya, Mel, back so soon? You were here last night...and who is this?" she smiled at Trent.<br><br>"Oh, hey, Mary...This is Trent. We have a class together. We were just studying and somehow we ended up here," he smirked, "We brought food," he picked up their bags to show her, "I'll just have my usual...and this," he picked up the bag of potatoes, "I think you'll know what to do with it," he winked at her, not minding if Trent got curious.<br><br>Mary took the bag and peeked in it, "Ah, gotcha," she smiled and looked over to Trent, "And what will you be having?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 06:32:28</strong>
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				Trent simply nodded and didn't press that particular matter further.&nbsp; He didn't suspect anything, and it wasn't a big issue for him.&nbsp; It was only another way to spend more time with Mel and to help him out a bit.&nbsp; "That must be why you're so great at horticulture, growing up on a farm and all," Trent said, referring to Mel's childhood in Greece.&nbsp; "So you grew all your vegetables...and kept livestock and stuff?&nbsp; Though I remember you mentioning you weren't big on meat.&nbsp; That's...quite a living, and one I haven't had experience with.&nbsp; It might be nice to just live like that for a while...just to have the experience and learn some basic survival skills.&nbsp; I'm pretty sure being able to plant and grow food crops will never be useless information," he said with a smile.<br><br>It was nice to just sit there and converse.&nbsp; The words seemed to come naturally to him.&nbsp; Mel was a comfortable person to be around though there was still that air of mystery he held.&nbsp; Trent couldn't help feeling that there was something deeper to him, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what it might be.<br><br>Trent nodded to Mel's question.&nbsp; "Yes, it is the Holy Name Cathedral, and it has just recently been reopened after renovations.&nbsp; It's quite old, built in the late 1800s, in fact."&nbsp; The man explained the small bit he knew about it.&nbsp; "Oh, it wont be crowded.&nbsp; We can go during the week, sometime at mid-day.&nbsp; There is usually only one or two people there privately praying, but no more than that.&nbsp; I don't particularly subscribe to the religion either.&nbsp; I just find the architecture and art beautiful."&nbsp; Trent said, trying to reassuring Mel.&nbsp; There really wasn't anything to worry about.&nbsp; As long as they didn't go during peak hours, they should be fine, but he made a mental note to check the cathedral schedule online to make sure they wouldn't be stumbling in on any unexpected events.<br><br>A full-figured woman who looked to be either approaching or in her middle years approached their table then.&nbsp; She wore an apron which led Trent to believe she was the Mary that Mel spoke of, and true enough, his suspicions were dignified when Mel addressed her by name.&nbsp; Trent smiled kindly to her, giving a polite and shy wave of his hand to her.&nbsp; The man listened to Mel and her converse briefly before handing her the bags that they had brought from the market.&nbsp; The wink was a bit odd, but he would ask about that when they were alone again.<br><br>When Mary turned to Trent, he smiled and grabbed his own bag to hand to her.&nbsp; "Mel has told me about a gorgonzola salad that you make.&nbsp; I have picked up the ingredients for it...at least, I think I have them."&nbsp; He said, handing the bag to her.&nbsp; "That's what I'm hoping to have at any rate.&nbsp; If not then I'm sure you can surprise me with something pleasant with what I've brought."&nbsp; Trent handed the bag to her. "And may I have some ice water with it as well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 04:53:42</strong>
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				"Yup. Just a regular farm boy. Never had much of a farmers tan though. A no-shirt kind of guy," he said with a smile, "And it is good to learn some of those survival skills. Never know when the next zombie outbreak will be. Plus, it's cheaper to grow your own food."<br><br>The cathedral still had him a little nervous, but at the mention of architecture he had to agree. As much as he hated religion and things like it, he had to admit that most churches did have nice designs, "My family just has a lot of problems with religion. It's not a big thing on the island. I don't think there's even a church there. Temples, but no churches. Mostly small temples and alters to the Greek God Pan and Dionysus...and of course Demeter. Being mostly farm country, the people that lived there in the past, of course, prayed to and relied on the Gods and Goddesses of nature to help them. Some still pray to them and look to them for guidance. My dad comes from a pretty...well...not religious family...but he has a small shrine to Pan in our backyard. God of Nature, the Wild, and Satyrs; among other things. I'm sure dad still puts an apple out for Pan every morning," Mel realized he'd managed to jump from cathedrals to ancient Greek Gods a little too quickly and probably not very smoothly, "Sorry, rambling again. I blame it on my not talking to people in so long. I'd love to go to the cathedral. I don't have a camera, but maybe I can do a few drawings."<br><br>Taking their orders, Mary smiled, "Gorgonzola salad it is. Don't worry, whatever you don't have, I'm sure we do," she smiled again, taking up their bags, "Be back with your food in a bit. I'll have Jason come out with the drinks. I'm sure he'll want proof that Mel here actually brought someone with him for a change," she teased a bit before heading off with their stuff.<br><br>"She's been trying to set me up with her niece for nearly a year now. Before that it was her nephew. Then before that it was her second cousin. Maybe having you here she'll back off for a little bit," Meligorn stretched a little before leaning against the table, "Why don't you tell me some more about yourself? I keep going off on tangents about myself," or other random things, "So how about some more about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 02:02:11</strong>
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				Trent laughed out loud at that comment.&nbsp; His sense of humor was definitely similar to Mel's own.&nbsp; "Well, I know who my survival buddy will be in case there is ever a zombie outbreak."&nbsp; The young man said with a broad smile.&nbsp; He thought about making a joke about having Mel prove there was no farmer's tan, but that was a little too flirtatious for him at the moment.&nbsp; He would have to continue wondering just what the other man's body looked like beneath those modest clothes.<br><br>"Pan?&nbsp; He's a satyr...or what else did they call them...fauns?&nbsp; I remember learning about them in history class when we were talking about the Greek myths.&nbsp; They were pretty interesting.&nbsp; It was probably the funnest&nbsp; part of that class which is probably why I remember the details so well."&nbsp; Trent said.&nbsp; His smile softened a bit when Mel thought he was rambling again.&nbsp; "It's fine, really.&nbsp; I don't even think you're rambling as much as you think.&nbsp; Besides, it's nice to know more about each other."<br><br>Mary kindly took their orders and left after that with the promise of Jason, who Trent remembered was mentioned as her husband, would be out soon with their beverages.&nbsp; So far, Trent loved it.&nbsp; He actually was planning on coming back there again already.&nbsp; Maybe it was because he had such good company, but there was something about the experience that left him elated.<br><br>Trent laughed again before settling down to process what he'd just heard.&nbsp; "Her...nephew?"&nbsp; The young man asked.&nbsp; "Umm...Mel...are you...g-gay...or bi I guess it might be since she was trying to set you up with her niece.&nbsp; I know it's not really a proper question to ask, but I'm just curious...not that there's anything wrong with that part of you...or any part."&nbsp; He mentally slapped himself because of all the fumbling he was doing.&nbsp; Mel had asked him about himself, but he selfishly turned it back on him if only because of his own stupid wants.<br><br>After a long pause, he risked a look at Mel.&nbsp; "I'm sorry.&nbsp; I shouldn't have asked.&nbsp; I only asked...n-nevermind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Myth to Reality (Ryven &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 18:25:42</strong>
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				"Pan's a satyr. Fauns are Roman and Greek satyrs get a little upset when they're called 'fauns'...so the myths say. Most people tend to remember satyrs the best. Mostly because they're a little more laid back than most other creatures and things in mythology. They like music, drinking, having fun, and nature in general. A lot of people seem to make drawings of female satyresses and things like that, but all the myths and stories say that Satyrs are only male. They were the companions of Pan and Dionysus. They often fell in love with nymphs and auras, but also with humans. Since they follow Dionysus a lot, they did pick up a lot of the Wine God's traits. Such as partying, drinking, and enjoying all sorts of physical pleasures. Whether it be with a man or a woman," his cheeks flushed a little as he realized that he was, once again, going off on a tangent, "Satyrs can be very serious too though. I can't imagine what one would think of how humans treat the Earth these days. They'd probably be pretty disgusted," Mel knew he was a lot of the time.<br><br>It was Trent's turn to fumble and ramble a bit as he tried to ask about Mel's sexuality. Mel just smiled and let the other go on till he finally apologized, "No need to say you're sorry. I think Mary just asked about her nephew because I turned down her niece so she thought I might be gay. I'm really just not interested in dating. I actually haven't been in a relationship since I left Greece. When I first moved here all the girls in school were like...throwing themselves at me," he wasn't gloating about it, if anything, he seemed uncomfortable with the thought of it, "My accent isn't as thick as it used to be and they seemed to really like it. But I just wasn't interested in them. After a while they got the idea and backed off. At least for the most part."<br><br>Meligorn knew that didn't really give Trent an answer, "Truthfully...I don't really like girls, but I don't like guys any better. I mean, I like them both just fine. I really see no reason why gender should matter. You can't help who you're attracted to, so why label it? If you're going to like someone, you're going to like them. I guess you could say I'm...uh...what was that word...pansexual or omnisexual?" Mel figured he could have just said bisexual, but he honestly didn't feel like that fit given his own physical circumstance. He tended to think that bisexual leaned more towards human genders. Mel had found himself in the arms of more than one male of his own 'species' and felt that put him a little beyond simple bisexuality. There was also the question of the 'other' species Mel had been with. Not that that was a proper conversation with someone he hardly knew, "I guess I just 'open' about who I date, even if I haven't actually dated in a long time."<br><br>"So...what about you?" he figured it was only fair to ask.
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