Beginning of the ending. [Kylan]

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Gatan ligger öde och världen håller andan.

Berwald had never been a kid that was nervous. Knowing that the worst thing anyone could do to you was cause you pain; your parents, siblings, friend or enemies. Berwald didn't fear pain, because he could barely feel it at all anyway. Turquoise eyes scanning the area in front of him as he had a bag slung over his shoulder. Wounds still fresh on his wrist from where the IV's had been connected to his body, making no use at all, rather throwing the money and the expensive medication into the lake if anything. Bruises around said place the IV had been in, they where all over his body as well, together with wounds, but that was not for the eye to see, it was something Berwald was not proud of, and would not show off either.

Eyes and atmosphere around him was calm, almost a bit cold, if people had to speak for him. Berwald liked it this way, no need to get overworked over something so silly as beginning a new school. Maybe he was a bit excited to finally be understood, finding people that was alike him, that one could like; appreciate, finding someone that was like him... Maybe he was silly for actually being happy over getting away from his parents and friends, to a place where they would teach him how to control his powers. Maybe he would get to learn how to touch someone without hurting them. Hold something without crushing it. Almost getting bit ahead of himself, knowing something like that wasn't taught with the snap of fingers.

Heading for his dorm to drop his things off, luggages already there, waiting for him to unpack them and put the things away in order, to properly make this dorm his room, where he would live for 6 more years at least, unless something happened. 

And yet Berwald just put down his bag on his bed, taking a deep breath as he left it there. Not really sparing a second glance inside his room; he had plenty of time to do that tonight. He would be restless and sleepless anyway, and it would be more fun explore it while he had time; now it was time to see the rest of the school while the sun was still out. Berwald rarely slept, but that didn't mean he had a good vision in the dark, rather the opposite thanks to his bad eye-sight, curse his glasses.

And here he was, back again on the schoolgrounds. Mind far away from his previous life and problems, and only curiosity was seen in his eyes, if you dared to look deep enough to see it. He might have a stern look, sharp features and eyes that always looked angry, but Berwald was generally a very sweet guy underneath his harsh looks. Very tall for his age as well, so he could easily see over people where he walked, and he could just imagine how tall he would be when he grew up, which would be even more troublesome.


Not many people wanted to help a guy that looked like him. No surprise there. And he found himself walking around alone, trying to find his way and figure out where some classes where held, and maybe other classes as well. But it was confusing to go around alone, the rest of the pupils seemed to hide when he walked past, or was choosing to ignore him as well. Berwald just shrugged his shoulders as he was, of course, hurt by it. And yet so used to it that he didn't really care anymore.

Sitting down on a bench by the garden. It was beautiful. A lot of different flowers was growing there, and the grass was so green. Still summer, autumn had yet to creep upon them at least. Berwald decided that taking a break and sit down to collect himself, taking in everything he had seen and tried to figure out whenever he was right or wrong. Hating this, he wished someone was brave enough to talk to him, ask him, show him around.. Yet Berwald himself was too shy and worried to ask anyone, not wanting to scare more people, neither did he want to be a bother. A deep sigh as he leaned back to look up at the sky, at least this was better than the hospital, by tenfold at least.

[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 661 Tags: Notes: hEEHEEHEE PRETTY PRETTY THEME

T he usual people haunts Kylan were given to – pun entirely intended for reason of one specific person – had other activities filling their time. This could and should not be misconstrued into meaning that he was all that often in the company of others. Much less that he required it. However, he supposed he could admit that he spent more time within a group than he ever had prior. It had been a year and Kylan still counted himself as a solitary person. One that ended up in a relative proximity to people on a frequent enough basis. That was what it was. All the same, when he found himself not being pulled one way or another for something – whether that be by the interest of another or his own curiosity – the young blond could be given to a length of boredom based on his not knowing what to do with himself. What had he done before socialization was an at all viable option, or rather, one that had the possibility of being anything besides negative? Spent time with Kári. That came as naturally as breathing, though, that he simply sit with his brother at any given moment. He read as well, of course. Which was always the first choice as well as the most likely to be successful in easing his boredom. But for obvious reasons he wasn’t always allowed the most interesting of reads. There was always homework… yeah, what a joke that was. A near silent sigh leaves him as he rubs at his eye, a habit that remained from his time before sight. A simple gesture to feel stimulated. He was still given to it when he was bored. Walking back from class Kylan cut through the garden and did so as if it was merely in response to the light. Napping seemed like the least tedious of his choices. At that point he could push himself through some homework. Sneak a more interesting book from someone else’s room later. Based on his level of even passing attention to sights Kylan had noticed the blond sitting alone. It would have been hard not to, considering his size. He had never been especially tall or broad for his age, so it wasn’t at all out of the ordinary to come across those that were larger than him. It seemed to be the case, in fact, that he had met more of such people since he’d come to Weeds of Tomorrow. There was nothing obvious enough to catch Kylan’s attentions until he’d gotten to the other side of the walk and had begun to enter the opening there. Something made him stop before he did so. The footsteps of a pair of girls that had been walking behind him seemed to come to a stop, then proceed at a slightly more hurried pace. As if they were anxious. Kylan turned – saw them make an obvious circle around the direct path of the kid while eyeing him out of the corner of their eyes. … He sighed internally. He had just been thinking that he didn’t have anything to do. Following a particularly blank stare after the girls as they left, Kylan retraced his steps until he stood in front of the bench. Now that he was in clear view Kylan made the connection that he hadn’t seen him before. Probably had known before, but not been interested enough. Upon closer inspection he noted the stern look to his eyes and brow. That likely didn’t help with the added factor of his size. “You’re going to need help getting situated here.” Kylan said bluntly, little introduction or ‘ice-breaker,’ not even a clearing of his throat to politely get attention onto him. Those sorts of social concepts had never been his strong suit. Or many others. But honestly, the kid would have to be incredibly dense to not already be aware of the fact Kylan had voiced. “What’s your name?” there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

by worldie for becca

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Gatan ligger öde och världen håller andan.

He tried all the time to not show it; but when people start taking the long route around him to avoid him, getting afraid and running away, or even giving him a scared look as they passed, it hurt him. Berwald might not look like he's the most social bug of all time, and yet he loved company, as long he didn't have to do the talking all the time; then he was fine. So when people once again was hurrying away from his, his own kind, mutants, he felt how his mood dropped even more.

Why didn't he have cool powers like, invisibility? So he could hide and not bother people with his appearance. No, he just had to live with scary powers that didn't exactly helped his cause. They might not be too strong as it is right now, but Berwald knew they would be growing along with his strength as well as his growth.

Not even looking up when he heard the footstep that ran away from him. Well, maybe not running, but getting sure that they where fast away from the garden. Berwald was melting in nicely in the settings, he wasn't really standing out, and neither was he really blended in. But the nice scenery made people look away from him and rather looking at the flowers, maybe each other as well, and that made him satisfied enough to sit still to not gain any more attention than necessary. He was big, sure, he hated that as well, getting more attention than he should, yet he tried to make himself as small as possible, and failing.

He didn't bother to look down when he heard footsteps approaching, neither did he care when they stopped in front of him. As long it wasn't someone that made fun of him, he could live fine without it. Poking fun at his looks and his height was not something he appreciated, even if his expressionless face didn't show it. 

Popping one eye open when he heard someone.. Speak to him? "You’re going to need help getting situated here." What, did this person speak to him? Was it trying to be.. friendly?

Both eyes suddenly open as he looked down on the boy in front of him with, as much as he could, slightly surprised expression. The male was shorter, probably older than him, and so much smaller than him as well. But the expression he wore on his face, Berwald was surprised the other male was talking to him. Even if it was blunt, almost a bit rude, Berwald didn't mind. Smiling on the inside, yet his facial expression didn't change at all, much to his dismay. 

"Berwald, what about you?" His voice deep, still having a small bit of Swedish accent, even if he had really tried to get rid of it before coming here, but changes didn't happen over a night, and he hoped the other didn't mind it, and wouldn't poke fun of him.

"I.. would like to get some help, if it's not too much of a bother for you..." A bit shyly, he didn't really like to ask for favours, or bother people when they probably had something better to do than babysit him. It wasn't his fault he was new and scared people away, and this guy seemed good enough to be honest with him instead of beating around the bush, and Berwald appreciated that, a lot. "That will say.." Looking away again to hide that he was almost ashamed to ask for it, hoping the other wasn't here to just poke fun of him because of that..

[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 498 Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna Notes: At least I think that's how it works...

B y the way he hadn’t even looked to him when Kylan stopped in front of him, in addition to the sudden shift of his gaze once he heard his voice, it was apparent enough that he hadn’t expected anyone to speak to him. Yeah, there was no way he could leave this kid now. Although… even he had to admit calling someone this size a kid was a bit of a stretch. There was little surprise on Kylan’s part in response to the depth of the other’s voice. In fact it fit the existing image perfectly and almost made him snort a little through his nose to hear it and the name. Berwald. A big Nordic name for a big blond fellow with an accent such as his. Between his Norwegian and Icelandic father, as well as the multitude of foreign born mutants at Weeds, he could pick his way through it with relative ease. “Kylan,” he replied with his name simply. It was a bit beyond him to say something like the usual ‘nice to meet you’ in a situation such as this. Not as if he ever had that level of social care anyway. And Berwald had yet to show much dislike for his bluntness. Arms crossed, his shoulders fell a barely perceivable amount at the words that came after their introductions. He just had to follow up his looks and voice with that sort of hesitance and consideration, even if it was out of mere feigned politeness. How could even the apathetic and indifferent Kylan leave him alone after that? He sighed, silent. Sometimes he wondered at that occasionally bleeding, mothering heart of his. Didn’t necessarily show itself all that often. “I was just thinking that I didn’t have anything to do anyway. I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.” Frank to the very end. But… now that he thought about it, Kylan could attribute his urge to give this guy a hand to a certain feeling of wanting to help someone similar to both himself and his younger brother. Neither had been entirely normal for children, both subject to the usual and at times extra-usual taunts of others. While he hadn’t had the luxury of anyone willing to offer him a hand at his school before, and could only offer advice on how to deal with Kári’s bullies, Kylan had gotten some help when he entered Weeds. Granted someone of Berwald’s stature could likely fend for himself to a better degree than Kylan. At least in the physical sense. But… He shrugged. Everyone could use a little helping hand now and then. And it was no lie that he had been bored. Not to mention Kylan’s curiosity had been peaked by the stern looking underclassman. Dull blue eyes moved to look at the door back into the building. “How old are you?” If he wasn’t in classes yet Kylan could at least show him to the more central places such as the cafeteria and the library. there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

by worldie for becca

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Gatan ligger öde och världen håller andan.

Berwald let his gaze go shortly up to meet the smaller mans, to confirm that he had heard him when he had spoken with a short nod. To acknowledge that he hard heard him and understood what he had said, and to put in on his memory, where he knew it would not be forgotten. He had a pretty good memory after all, especially faces, since not too many bothered to talk to him.

Their short words and silence weren't uncomfortable. Berwald found himself calm and, surprisingly, relaxed in the others presence. Call him crazy and maybe a bit too laid-back for his own good, but he had a weird feeling about stuff like this, especially when it's a quiet and calm guy around him that is much like himself than anything else. 

Surprised, even if it only showed slight and for a short moment in his face that he had not expected that answer. He had thought the boy would come to laugh at him, as everyone else did who dared, and yet.. He offered himself to show him around? Still cautious in case it was some kind of prank, or a set-up for the other to fool him in front of his friends to be 'cool', or something stupid like that. And yet Berwald had to take this chance; as he highly doubt that anyone else would offer themselves like that, prank or not.

Slowly standing up, feeling a bit ashamed over standing next to the shorter male, who was probably his upperclass man, and yet Berwald was a great deal taller than him. Sloping a bit with his shoulders as he tried to make himself smaller, to not upset the other boy, and maybe get smaller to not draw too much attention towards himself and Kylan. A curse that he was so tall when everyone else was so tiny, it wasn't like Berwald had asked to be this tall and having this face..

Looking around again, settling his gaze on the flowerbed that was next to the other male, so he could watch him from the corner of his eyes in case of something unexpected. A habit he had gotten from the hospital, to observe even thought it might look like you where watching. "12." A bit ashamed over his answer, maybe a bit, he felt so young, even if he didn't look like it. "What about you, Kylan?"

Fidgeting a bit with his sleeves, trying to pull them down over his hands a bit more, just to make sure it wouldn't ride up and cause unnecessary attention all of sudden. Eyes going to the buildings and then back again to the flowers, not wanting to really bother the other, and yet he would feel like a fool to just stand there and not really say anything, and look more or less like an idiot. "I... Don't know much of this place." He began slowly, trying to find the right words in his throat, that was unused of speaking. "So.. Would you like to show me.. What is necessary to know, please?"

[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 696 Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna Notes:

T alk about tall. It had been apparent enough already just be his size when sitting, but there was always some room for miscalculation when your first image of someone was when they were seated. Kylan blinked – tilted his head up, up some more, and met Berwald’s eyes. Ah, he hadn’t noticed those before either. Those almost icy blue eyes, reminding him of a precious stone that escaped him at that moment. That trait could also lead to the fear of others, a pair of hard eyes almost unnatural in color. Kylan took them in for a moment. It was his way to stare, perhaps longer than was socially acceptable, at such things. Traits he had yet to encounter. He had seen blue eyes of course. He’d seen light blue eyes. But these were especially intriguing, beneath a set of stern brows… interesting. Did he say twelve? Even for Kylan, a risen brow betrayed him for his mild surprise. If he was this big at twelve, he couldn’t imagine how much possible growth there would be by the time this kid graduated. He could be a giant. “16,” he responded, a casual response while his mind still ran on the point prior. Perhaps that was Berwald’s power in and of itself. Sheer size. Whilst Berwald spoke further Kylan took the opportunity to study him more. Despite his size he seemed to at least attempt to offset it by slouching and curling in on himself. It could be effective at making himself seem a degree smaller than he actually was, but it only made him an odd paradox of meek and cold. Whether he intended either Kylan did not know. Although the meek could be seen as a common thread by the slow cautious way that he spoke, and the manner in which he kept his gaze preoccupied on other things. That Kylan didn’t mind all that much, simply noting it as another point to his forming theory. He was more fixating on this giant’s tries to fold in on himself. Yeah, he could feel it. Kylan was going to be speaking more than he often did in the company of others. He mentally sighed at himself, shook his internal head at what he knew was probably coming. This was unlike him and not necessarily the best plan. And yet he did so all the same. “First, let me make one thing clear,” he said, leaning in just a hint to look up into the other’s face. The expression he wore remained on the apathetic side, but his brows did lower some hint in what he spoke of. “Acting like a mouse in the body of a bear isn’t going to get you anywhere but on the list of possible targets for those with a mean streak. Back and shoulder problems in addition to that.” There was perhaps more, something about owning his size as opposed to shrinking from it, but Kylan held his tongue from going any further on that point. He’d given his bit of advice, time to move on. There was only a short tilt of his head in the direction of the door before Kylan began walking. “This way to the classrooms for the twelve-year-olds. It’s your year for the more scholastic things.” Short and sweet, but accurate. Writing, math, the science, those sorts of things. History as well, but even Kylan knew that was deeply skewed from the reading he’d done before he came to school. His mother had made it a point to get him books from outside the realm of Arkadiya’s control when it came to history, both when he was home schooled and after. He passed the Weeds-style of history well enough, but he at times put little stock in it. Whether Berwald was smart enough to figure that out himself was his own prerogative. Upon reaching the classrooms, Kylan didn’t bother to peer in. Merely stopped at the first entry and nodded. “I’m going to assume you already have your class assigned. They put you in a room one through four, whichever one you ended up in with your scores.” He shrugged, sometimes he wondered at that placement too. there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

by worldie for becca

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Gatan ligger öde och världen håller andan.

So the other really was his upperman, by 4 years as well it seemed like. Funny, Berwald looked like he was the older one, and yet the way of acting in a mature way fell on Kylan, that was the only way to tell that the shorter male was older than the taller one; he spoke more properly, acted older, and had that aura of maturity over him. He probably had to grow up quick in his life, otherwise he wouldn't go up to Berwald and try to take care of him... Maybe he had siblings? Or Berwald was making things up too quick in his head that he almost got ahead of himself?

A small blush crept up on his cheeks as the other told him off in the way he tried to make himself smaller. At least Kylan had a point about that, and yet Berwald felt so awkward in his big body around the smaller male, or overall, as he was one of the youngest in school, and yet probably the tallest one here. "Sorry." He mumbled apologetic, as he really did straighten his back and shoulders back, making himself that ridiculously tall yet again even if he hated it. Not wanting to be picked on, and the body problems was not something he desired, rather the opposite as his body was his only weapon after all, with that broken he would have a lot of problem int his world.

Following Kylan, almost like a dog, when he went towards one of their destinations. People giving them weird looks as they passed. They must surely look odd together. The tall, angry looking kid, and the short one that seemed to lack emotions instead. Berwald had learned to tune them out, and hoped he wasn't too much trouble for Kylan instead, and that he didn't get any side-effects from being nice to him and all.

"So, it's not as much concentration on the powers the first year?" Damn.. That was the exact opposite of the thing he wanted. Berwald had been a very clever kid in school, barely having any friends so studying had been the only thing he had really been able to do, in the hospital as well. While his powers where strong and uncontrollable right now, he needed to learn how to control it so he didn't hurt anyone again.. "Ah.." He just sighed in defeat, well, at least he would learn it sooner or later, he just had to be careful around people at first then.

Still following him, the corridors where quite empty right now, which Berwald was thankful for at least as curious eyes looked around, remembering everything and soaked everything in like a sponge. "Ah yes, I have.." Being placed high might have something good in store? "Is there any special treatment depending on which class you get into? If you get a high score, is it better schooling and treatment compared to if you score low?" In case he would be more hated by the fact that he might have gotten in a better class, that would be more than bothersome in that case..

He was quite most of the time, only saying a thing now and then, trying to find more words to say, yet his tongue and vocals failed him. "Compared to schooling back in the 'human' schools.. Is it any difference?" Turning around to, for maybe one of the first time, look right at Kylan. Maybe the other didn't know? He might have been here for longer? At least it was worth a shot, to see if it would be different, or yet alike. Guessing on the first one, yet he still had some hopes left.

[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 542 Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna Notes:

I f he didn’t know any better Kylan definitely would have risen a brow at Berwald’s ignorance. Special treatment, difference from schooling outside… he would be getting a shock quite soon. A fair amount of people perceived Weeds as being a school used for the care and training of young mutants, different than human schooling only in that they learn to control their powers and are kept in dorms for their own safety as well as others. Some sort of great or at least reputable establishment for young mutants to go to in their great times of need and confusion that often surround the discovering of strange powers. A sort of… guiding light amidst everything. That was something he’d heard was told to parents and young mutants when they were taken. Something printed in ads and the like. As was always the case with such things. Make it look and sound pretty. Know that if people aren’t completely fooled by it, they will turn the other way all the same, because it’s easier not to think about it. Even Kylan hadn’t been prepared for the sorts of things that could happen at Weeds, and he hadn’t been as woefully oblivious as most. Both because of the views of his mother and his own… experiences relating to Weeds prior to his own ‘enrollment.’ He still understood the level of alarm and required almost coping period that came with reality. He had yet to have to explain it all to a new student. Kylan sighed. “Along with your classes you are expected to go to the training grounds to work on your powers, yes. Especially if you have a difficult time or they are considered dangerous, you have no choice in that. The biggest point of all of this is to prepare you to be presentable, useable, for society when you graduate. That means being able to relatively learned as well as controlled. You do get treated… ‘better’ if they expect something from you. If you’re smart, well-mannered.” He shrugged. That he wasn’t sure if he could speak properly on. He had a very specific kind of experience at Weeds, based on his power and own training to keep him controlled. Also, with his relative ease at doing as he was told… for the most part. There were those that had it worse and he knew it. Although even he was dealt with when he went past what was allowed. “No matter your scores, your placement, or whatever, if you break a rule you’re going to get in trouble. Be where they want you to be when you need to be, go to your classes, listen. That’s what they ask.” Whether that still got you in a relatively easy and safe place within the school was still up to debate and question, however. Because that didn’t take into consideration the other students themselves. Or how certain administrators took your presence. Kylan looked down the hall. “Apart from the training area there’s the gym across from it, if you do sports or any kind of workout. That you could probably wait to see though… Should get through everything inside first.” He nodded. Yeah, that sounded about right. “Cafeteria’s next,” he said in short explanation, moving on. there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

by worldie for becca

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Gatan ligger öde och världen håller andan.

Well, at least it was reassuring to know that, the thought bitterly for himself. He had overheard some seniors while he had been walking around here, and what he had heard he had not really liked. Berwald might be big, and like a bear, but he didn't want to be treated as a dog. Still so young and yet so innocent; the last time spent in a hospital so he could not truly enjoy his last time, what he didn't know just yet, in freedom. Being oblivious at a young age was sometimes a good thing, sometimes it was not, especially if you knew that the grass was indeed greener on the other side.

"So more or less train you like a dog? Sit on command, get the scrapes, and just be overall loyal to the one's that running this business?"

An arched eyebrow, that was exactly what it sounded like in his ears, and he did not like that thought of it, at all. Good thing Berwald already had manners, his cold expression, straight back and his cleverness, he hoped, would help him a bit in the way, even if he might scare some people off in the process. But that was just less humans to worry about, right? And his powers weren't considered dangerous as long he didn't have to lift anyone, or just simply touch someone, as he had yet to control his strength, having never gotten proper training for that.

It was kinda sad, that it was so strict, even if his school back home had been fairly strict as well, but nothing near this. Berwald did not want to anger the system and get 'punished' when he was one of those that liked to have a clean record and be on people, humans, mutants, good side. Just giving the other a slightly sadder expression while he followed him. 

"I guess being here for a longer time has given you a better insight about this place? If I may, can I ask for how long you have been here?" He had quite the experience, and seemed to know about the 'other' world as well, the human world, meaning he had been there too, right? Like himself, thrown into this madness without a question or a second glance, it was just go or die.

A faint, barely visible, but it was there, smile on his lips as he followed him. Enjoying the sound of 'training arena', where he could try to take some energy out of himself, just hoping they had equipment that could handle him and his strength. "Ah, yes." He just nodded, that could wait before he got a proper introduction to the Weeds first, so he learned how to find his way here. 

Feeling like a tail; a shadow while he walked behind Kylan, ignoring the stares he got, mostly thankful for the people that simply was choosing to ignore them and mind their own business. Berwald tried to stay close, but not too close so he was upon his personal space, but enough to get some kind of security, but also so he didn't get lost. "Is the food good, or do you come around with it?" Even if he didn't eat every single day, it would be good if, when you finally ate, that it was edible and not something that was just a painful constraint for your body and tastebuds. "Or is it consider luck if you don't have to eat every day?" Maybe that was a joke on his behalf, maybe his jokes where boring and weird, but his lips where making a slightly more noticeable smile.

(OOC; I'm so sorry for the time it took to reply, but I've finally gotten more time on my hands now, I hope!!)

[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 635 Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna Notes: Nono it's fine uwu

T rain you like a dog, that certainly sounded close. If you did as you were told and kept to yourself or played nice you were treated better than if you didn’t. A part of Kylan supposed that it wasn’t entirely hard to follow the rules. Be on time and don’t start fights, never cause mischief. He had been a relatively good child before he’d come to Weeds. Never did much to cause problems that got him into trouble with his teachers. Well, besides the sleeping in class. But honestly the regimented life at Weeds could be a bit much for some. Especially experiencing that rush of puberty and adolescence that tended to coincide if not cause a want to do something to break the rules. And he had been thinking he’d escaped the whole mess that was puberty. His gaze and attention were brought back onto Berwald when more questions were asked. Kylan had simply nodded to his guess at how things worked before, however between the faint expression on Berwald’s face and the nature of his words Kylan would have to speak again. Being here a longer time – maybe, maybe not. Kylan shrugged. “I’ve been here two years, just when I was fourteen. That can be enough to get a feel for the place, but I suppose I also learned a lot from others who have been here for a time.” He’d managed to find himself others among the thrall who had been at Weeds for a fair amount of time longer than him that had helped, to a large degree, his assimilation into this world. Kylan had been lucky in that regard, especially considering his lack of people skills that wouldn’t have gained him any friends on their own. In a very similar manner Kylan didn’t appear to notice what stares the odd pair received as they walked past others. It may have seemed a bit strange for them to be together at the first glance. The large, menacing looking new student and the far smaller, albeit slighter looking upperclassman that was known to more or less keep to himself if not associating with more trouble groups. Although both he and Berwald did have that similar sort of Scandinavian look to them, and they shared a more quiet, reserved sort of personality trait. So it could also seem to work that they became acquainted. Either way, Kylan didn’t bother to spare a second glance at those that silently questioned them. Idiots weren’t worth his time or energy. It was when they had reached the cafeteria that the next questions were posed. Kylan was partly glad that Berwald was so inquisitive, otherwise he wouldn’t know much of what to say or do other than name where they went and move on. Like this Berwald received somewhat of a better actual ‘tour.’ And, in a nice twist, Kylan learned some about his little shadow. He’d caught that faint smile at the mention of the arena, and now saw the slightly bigger one at the attempted joke. He quirked a brow at the larger kid, before he snorted, small, through his nose. He shrugged again. “You would probably be out of luck with the latter if that were the case, I might fare better. But the food honestly isn’t too bad. Not gourmet, mind you, but typical school food.” Course knowing his mother Kylan had never had to eat food from the school cafeteria before, always armed with a well-packed lunch, but all the same. He thought for a moment, then, casually looking down the hall to try and think. Classrooms, training ground, cafeteria-ah. His favorite. “I’m not sure how much of a reader you are, but, either way knowing how to find the library is a good idea.” For the next location on the list. there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

by worldie for becca

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Gatan ligger öde och världen håller andan.

Berwald pondered about that for a moment, did that mean that Kylan had been lucky to not be here for such an extended period like Berwald would be? Not that he envied Kylan; he felt pity for them both. Berwald had thought at first this might be his salvation from the 'human' world as they so kindly called it here, thinking this might be better than the hospital and the judgmental looks, and now he was beginning to think different, especially how Kylan where wording the treatment of the mutants here. Swallowing before he nodded. "I'm lucky I have someone who's honest to tell me how things is going on here." In all honestly, because if he had someone else showing him around, one that wanted to feed him lies to give him false hopes, he might not have taken things easier when it was finally shoved into his face.

Still tailing him along, he found some kind of comfort to be more or less like a shadow to Kylan; maybe not as a bodyguard or any sort of that, but just like the lost kid getting led around by his senior, meaning he wasn't alone, someone didn't find him scary, and he also god a good view over the school. His gaze went down to the other as he spoke, giving his attention to him to show that he did indeed listen and took in what he told him. Kylan could tell him whichever lie he wanted, and Berwald would still believe him. Still naive from his previous life, and naive because he thought that there was good in anyone, not caring that it might lead to his fall sooner or later.

"Ah, then it's not too bad, maybe not the flavours and seasoning where it should be, but edible at least."

A shrug of his shoulders as the other continued to lead him away from the cafeteria, Berwald still trying to memorize where everything was, the paths they where walking and his surroundings. It was much to take in all at the same time, yet he knew he had to; he wouldn't dare to ask for directions from anyone else, afraid they might poke fun of his height and appearance.

Eyes lit up by the mentioning of the library, as he went from walking behind Kylan to next to him; almost a bit ahead as he was eager to see the library. "Is it well stocked?" He loved to read; it made you get away from reality, a moment of peace and quiet in your own little world. Fingers fidgeting a bit with the hem of his shirt as he looked up at the place the library was, that went definitely on his list of thins he really had to remember. "Books are, for lack of better words, nice, more people should read and appreciate the art of writing." He mumbled, maybe more to himself than to his company, and yet he knew that a lot of people shunned library and books, and Berwald had no idea why.

"I take it as you also like libraries and books?" By the sound of how the other's tone had slightly changed when he spoke about it, even if a lot of people could miss it out thanks to the dullness of him, Berwald didn't miss it. Maybe because they both where not the most social type, not good at expressing themselves, so it was the small details that one of the same kind caught up on as he let a tiny smile tug at the corner of his lips.

"Maybe you could recommend me some books at one point."

It wasn't just a friendly request, it was a way of saying that he trusted the others judgement of good books, as he seemed to be a learned kid, despite his age, and Berwald had a feeling he knew more than he let on, as Berwalds gaze went from the library to the smaller man for a moment, to observe his reactions. Maybe he tried not to think about it; but he knew, somewhere deep inside that the books here might not be the same as the one they had back home, thanks to the fact that they tried to keep the 'human' world away from the mutants, but what did the ignorant Swede knew about that, new as he was?
  

[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 544 Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna Notes: Book buddies! nwn

H e was young, and with that came a bit of naivety, but Berwald was not stupid. Sure it wasn’t as if Kylan was spelling things out for the other, remaining vague enough to make it more of a beginning overview, but the younger boy was picking it up all the same. To a fair extent the way in which one was introduced to Weeds could have a hand in how well they coped with their new reality as the years passed. If someone were to lie to them and make everything seem rosy even within the school for a time, the new kid would have a difficult time trusting for certain. Although… Kylan wondered just how many lied in that regard. Rather, if they instead made it harder on the new mutants in the usual bully mentality. Unconsciously Kylan slowed his pace somewhat when Berwald passed him. Someone trailing behind him wasn’t something especially odd or nerve-racking for the teen. Whatever Berwald was comfortable with and ended up doing, he didn’t care. But the sudden shift in order and pace made him curious as to the reason. Ah – and that would be why. That faint show of excitement, the questioning if it was well supplied. Kylan had found himself an interesting new one. It wasn’t to say that only certain personalities liked reading and one who did was certain to get along with everyone else who shared the same hobby. But this mixed with Berwald’s existing quieter demeanor – a lot was better than the typical teen/pre-teen boy rowdiness – had so far endeared him to Kylan in a sense. In a way that he was steps above a majority of the rest of the school in interest level. Coming up to top beside him, Kylan caught Berwald’s low spoken words for the most part. For that Kylan himself felt something of grin at his mouth. Settling back onto his feet as he stood, Kylan relaxed. “I can honestly never think of a better way to spend my time than to read.” Considering books and reading were the reason he was there, it may have been a logical line of reasoning to think Kylan would then be resentful of the whole endeavor. May have stopped reading altogether if he could help it for the bad memories and reality that it brought. However, he couldn’t bring himself to do so, hadn’t ever even considered the concept. Reading was still a time he felt more whole and home than ever. Although… he sighed through his nose. Good books to recommend… Normally he would jump at that opportunity, and he supposed he still could. Despite the fact that – knowing his powers – the ones working in the library often made it hard for him to personally check out anything beyond textbooks and the most basic uninteresting of volumes. He still got his hands on nice reads, of course, through proxy checkouts and borrowing from the rooms of others. That wasn’t entirely some set of shady under the table deals. Kylan could always recommend books he had read before coming to Weeds, though, a few among the titles he’d seen on the shelves as he moved about the stacks. He nodded. “I think I would enjoy swapping reading lists,” he agreed. there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

by worldie for becca

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Gatan ligger öde och världen håller andan.

Throwing a glance over at Kylan, and he was first a bit shocked to see his lips turned up in a grin, it assured Berwald that he had done something right at least, and wasn't completely out in the blue when it came to his interest. Even more pleased when the other seemed to really enjoy reading as well, feeling that he had indeed gotten in the hands of someone he could get along great with. Both quiet, rather observing than jumping into a heated discussion, liking to read, and being stuck here together. For once, Berwald had actually been lucky that someone like Kylan had thought it was a good idea to show him around.

"Reading makes you forget about all the bad things in the world, why you are here, or maybe the simple fact that you are here, stuck to be something to entertain the richest of the humans that had the 'fortune' of not being born with something extra." Looking down on his hands, where he knew most of his powers rested, along with is body. His powers weren't fancy, maybe it was the most boring ones, but people said it fitted him, even if he wanted to be stuck like an animal, he might have wanted to get something that.. Was a bit different. "Even if I think it's the humans who are less fortune than us, they are just ordinary, nothing special. They just.. Are, and because they are afraid of things stronger and unpredictable, they lock us in in an attempt to laugh at us, even if I bet some of them are jealous that they are not as different. Everyone is trying to stand out, be that little extra, and when people like us comes along, crushing their little idea, isn't it just perfect to throw us in together to fight, trying to push us down in the dirt in a way of making themselves feel better."

It had been a long time since he spoke that much in a go, and his face became hotter and a deeper shade of scarlet at his little ranting. Of course he had heard and seen what would become of them as soon they turned 18, he wasn't a fool, and he had heard the rumors, or if it even was rumors and not just the truth being spoken? "I brought some books from back home as well.." He didn't bring much else than clothes, not even photos of his parents, as he knew that would only make things worse. "You can.. Take a look at them if you find them interesting some day.." He added, a bit embarrassed again, if he was maybe too pushy or too eager, it was just that books had been a thing that had become more or less his best friend, saviour during bad and horrible days.

Falling in silence again as he looked over the library, then down at the shorter, yet older male for a moment, his sharp turquoise eyes observed him for a moment, this time being quiet as he hadn't much else to say. He was naive, young and foolish, yet he was considered very mature despise his age, not that he minded it as well. Waiting for Kylan to say something else, or show him another building or something important, being patient without any rush, as he had nothing to do, or nowhere to be, considering he was stuck here for a long time.

[Cutest dorks/nerds ever ;; bookclub members, being the most social little things, hanging out and reading pff.]
  

[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 472 Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna Notes: ffff cute nerds

F or all of Kylan’s relative silence he could not necessarily be called a good listener. If something or someone were deemed too boring – this being a conscious judgment or no – the teen was given to ‘zoning out’ as they spoke or outright walking away. It was not beneath Kylan to simply leave when a person he didn’t feel any obligation to was speaking to him. Teachers he really didn’t have much of an option to walk away from and had to entertain himself with random trails of imagination as they rambled at him. Other students, even if it may not always be the smartest idea considering their size and temperament in comparison, he could. When there was someone he was legitimately interested in, curious about… was when he showed his rare colors. Dull blue eyes remained trained on the speaker rather than fading out of focus. There still would more likely than not be much of an array in shown expression to perceive what exactly he thought of what was being said. And although Berwald was still very much new to Kylan, some of his words were on the alarming side, Kylan did in fact give him his attention as he spoke at length. There had been a fair amount of hints at how similar the two were, as well as where they were different. Enough for Kylan to figure the boy probably did not speak his mind to such an extent often. That Kylan could understand and appreciate it, so he felt it only right that he listen to him. If only so that the other could get it all out. Gods know those at Weeds had built up tension they needed to release, even the new arrivals. He did find it a bit off that someone as new as Berwald had such seemingly staunch opinions about the whole human and mutant matter. One so opposed to humans, anyway. Kylan had more than heard his fair share of varying takes on it. That was mostly because of the company he kept. He had even heard ones similar to that of Berwald. And yet, each and every time people spoke so harshly about humans… there was that flash of remorse. For his brother, his family. He knew there were humans that were better than all that… Just not enough, and not in power here. But that was all entirely too much to speak of now. At the moment the blond didn’t say much. He nodded in understanding, saying only, “something extra does not always mean it is beneficial. Sometimes it can be a bit of an annoyance.” He shrugged, thinking it a good connection into the next topic. “Mine doesn’t leave me able to check out the most interesting of books from the library. So I’m always happy to get around that.” there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

by worldie for becca

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Gatan ligger öde och världen håller andan.

The Swede could do nothing more than agree on that, extra wasn't always necessarily good, but sometimes a little bit more could be exactly what you wanted in that situation as well, it was a matter of perspective and what the subject was all about. "Maybe that little extra is all you get." He mumbled, a faint blush on his cheeks as he realised that he had spoken a lot, and of his own mind without really thinking twice about it. "I'm sorry if I speak too much, that isn't my usual problem.." Maybe because he saw a bit of himself in the other, that they were so alike, yet so similar? Both from the cold, richer Nordic countries, being the introvert kind those said countries were famous for, rather keeping to one self than meddling with other peoples business.

"Any time, just come find me if you feel the need to read them." He had a variety of books, not a lot, but those things were basically the only thing he brought with him. He didn't need much else, and it was mostly fantasy books, no hint of realism in them, maybe that's why he had been able to keep them as well, but that he didn't know just yet.

Watching the area around them with calm eyes that were being framed by the glasses. Sharp, almost a bit narrowing eyes took in the sight of the pupils, some teachers maybe passing, the soft feeling of the trees and grass moving with the soft breeze that went past them. It didn't seem so bad here, it really didn't, it beat the hospital by miles, at least right now. Maybe it was for the best to be so naive right now. He was young as well, he shouldn't have too much responsibilities and worries on his mind.

A bell was ringing in the distance, catching his attention and he looked down on his watch, lunchtime. "Ah.." He mumbled in a voice almost too deep for a 12 year old child as he looked at the place were he now knew that the cafeteria was. "I.. If you don't mind.. Do you want to eat some lunch with me?" Scratching his neck, and he would feel less like an outcast in case he ate with someone. "I.. Understand if you don't want to, so don't worry about it." Scratching his arms nervously, as if he was afraid he had done anything wrong. Maybe it was too soon for him to ask, he didn't really have any experience with this, and he wanted to come along with Kylan, as he saw him as someone he could maybe rely on, and get great contact with, and.. Maybe see as a friend if the future would allow them to get that far? Unless the other found him even more strange after this.