Truth in a world of lies[Damien]

[TRENTON VOLTAIRE]

Trenton sat behind his little table, watching the passerby go through their daily routine. His fortune telling booth was not the most popular one, but he would occasionally get the sucker that actually believed he was a real seer. As if. He had no magical capacity in his body, the few spells he did know how to cast relying heavily on the strength of his will instead of natural talent. But this was a way to get by and a good way to waste time.

Usually, he did not like to be in the western city. It was too crowded, and the shady people made him a bit nervous. But the people were a bit better near the school, and Damien should be out soon anyways. A few students were already starting to trickle out from the school gates. He would finish up the wave of students that could afford a bit of cheap entertainment at his expense, usually some females that wanted to know about their love lines, and then pack up to leave with his friend.

Until then, it would be some more sitting in the sun, waiting for the day to go by. At least the weather wasn't completely miserable. The sun shone strongly, but a chilly wind still low across the western city, chilling him to the bones at times.

He had had a book with him, snuck under the table so he could read a couple of lines between his gigs, but it had already served its purpose, having been read through a couple of times already. Maybe Damien would have some new books for him? That would definitely make his day. Much more than if he had to write another slip of paper with some sort of generic, useless fortune.

Your lover will bring you joy... Eminent failure in your future, but will be followed by a string of successes. People actually believed that crap, and some even came back to thank him for a fortune that came true. The art of making up generic fortunes, Trenton expected. And though this was his livelihood, Trenton was uneasy that he was taking advantage of other people's utter stupidity. But is it lying if the fortunes came true?

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[DAMIEN ETHERTON]

"We believe what is told to us, but never believe the truth."

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In the noon of the school day, damien's eyes flicked brightly and rather irrationally when he finally heard the dismissing of classes. oh god, and was he terribly pleased when they did. as much as he loved to be around different types of people, or maybe races would be the better word, it was even more despicable to be surrounded by them. Fairies, elves, nymphs, demons, and oh whatever else there was, he just was freaked to be around; and most just nearly repulsed him, to even think about starting a conversation. Agh, this was so bending everything that is sane being around this place... All of this just didn't make any sense to him at all. At least god forsake let another ordinary person like him sit beside him! Jeez! I'm sure anyone else the same as him (if there was anyone the same as him) would of hated it too, to sit by things like demons or whatever he was sitting by. Urgh. But as much as he could say he was very loathsome of the others, he knew that there was just one certain one waiting for him outside, probably just sitting around, longing for both him, and his books. Trenton.

Ah, yes, Trenton. he may have been one of the rest, though he was not like the entirely of the rest, to Damien. Quiet, average, normal-looking, and at least has some of the same sane Damien has. So even though he wasn't a fully mortal like himself, he was at least content there was someone out there like him, mind-wise, and he didn't have to worry much about being frightful with him anyway like others--Besides, even though he said he was half a shapeshifter, he doesn't show much anyway, so there's nothing really for damien to prove any matter, right?

As Damien was still tranced with his silent thoughts he slowly stood up from his desk and began to pacefully walk over towards his locker, finally enlightened that the last of his class went out. For Trenton to ask books from him in exchange of just mere talking, he was a smart cookie. Yet hey may not know however, Damien is a rather introverted boy in the building, and as the other stares around him while he walked, it quite definatly proved his point out clearly. So many people has asked him to hang around, so many enemies he was to willing to make out of not, and quite a handful of others thought of him as charming at one point. But like a simple "Excuse me, pardon me, I am in a hurry..." he was silently murmuring to get through of the lot of people towards his locker, was the only thing everyone else got from him as a response. which made him even more introverted, though damien didn't mind really. to mingle with such others anyway, would he had despised anyway...or at least be a little afraid.

"One...two...three, four... books." Counting precisely the amount of writings he had withdrawled from the library, in his locker he after momentarily holding all four with both his hands, he closed his locker and turned in the outdoor direction. as always with a few more, "Excuse me, i'm slightly in a hurry please," he destined himself finally outside of the doors, and without much of a look had already found trenton. huh, giving fortunes again. he never stops does? damien never gave much ideal to the fortunes, he actually thought they are just plain pointless, but shrugged going his direction setting the books right down in front of well-noticed table.

"I brought more books," Damien began quietly, leaning back up to look straightly at the other. "They aren't much, but I think there efficient enough I suppose." Taking a huge sigh, he crossed his arms looking oddly tired. Well, Damien isn't much of a strong heaver, and those books were defiantly not light so... "I still don't get this whole 'fortune-telling' business though... To corrupt other's futures, with tireless nagging of what they may become...It's a smart idea I can say, but too many clueless people out there who'd actually believe it."

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[TRENTON VOLTAIRE]

Any time now, thought the half shifter. More and students were starting to file out as another batch of classes finished, all carrying different emotions. Many were laughing with their friends, carelessly goofing off. They probably hadn't listened at all in class that day. Not with the amount of energy they had in them. It frustrated Trenton that students like them were able to attend the academy, just because they had a bit more pocket change. Besides, it made it harder for the good students that did deserve a place in the classroom to concentrate while rambunctious teens goofed off in the back.

He was not getting too much luck. Most students were simply passing by him, ignoring his booth altogether. Maybe he had to switch locations. He'd been using the school for a little while, already. Eventually, two girls did stop to get their fortunes read. One seemed a lot more confident and happier than the other and Trenton quickly assessed them. One after the other, he closed his eyes and pretended to concentrate on their future. Under his breath, without actually making any sounds, he mouthed a few chants. He could not do any difficult spells, but he had practiced enough to will a couple of lesser ones to work. Namely one that would create a little dip in pressure, resulting in what feels like a small, localized gust of wind. He heard one of the two girls' breath hitch when they felt the air current.

Once he was done reading them, two slips of papers were written out. Your love life will take a turn for the best for the louder, assertive one, and your worries are for naught for the one that seemed rather uneasy. She did seem to lighted up a bit when she read her fortune, so Trenton figured that she did have something that had been bothering her.

When they finally left, Trenton started to pack up his things. He didn't have much. Some paper, a couple of feather tips and some ink. Writing with these traditional methods always seemed more fitting for the role he was playing, and as long as he was careful, he did not spill ink on anything. Before packing it up, though, Trenton wrote down one last 'fortune' and slid it across the table, under a little paperweight so it didn't fly away, toward Damien, whom he spotted coming over. A bit later than usual, but he brought books.

You will not be the victor in our next game. Both were aware that Trenton's fortunes were all completely made up, but Trenton was curious if this was going to affect the boy's gameplay, if the chess board was taken out again that day. Probably not, but what could it hurt? If this was going to give him an edge, then why not.

The sight of the books as they hit the table made him giddy on the inside, and though his face remained rather passive, his eyes simply lit up. Since he wasn't a student, he did not have access to their library and Damien was his main provider. Still in public, Trenton was not going to give up his act as a mute, so he bowed his head a bit in a gesture of appreciation. He would speak with him once they found somewhere a bit more private. Quickly, everything else was properly put away for him to use the following day and Trenton couldn't help but trace his fingers over the spines of the book. He couldn't wait to dive into these.

To Damien's last comment, Trenton could only shrug. He did not understand why so many people believed in this nonsense either, but it worked. More or less. He made himself a bit more convincing with the small magic tricks that true sorcerers could probably do in their sleep, but when it came down to the fortunes themselves, they were always so vague, so generic, yes his clients always make them seem so much more personal.

Good for him, he supposed. Picking up the books (and god were they heavy, but oh-so worth it) Trenton walked out from behind the table and started to walk, stopping to make sure Damien was next to him.

^{[[Um, i'm not exactly sure where they would be headed.
I suppose Trenton has a little run-down place where he stays, so they can go there, or maybe they can head to Damien's place? Anywhere where they would be alone would do, though]]}

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[DAMIEN ETHERTON]

"We have no connection yet we seem to click together."

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To view the other with such eagerness for literature, Damien had no utter clue of the reason. Of course Trenton had mentioned something of wanting affluence for the education he needed for personal purposes, he still had no conviction. While the others he had seen in classes, actually despising their attendance, it still made Damien wonder about the other's desperateness. Yet, it wasn't like any different behavior like back in the normal world. So many teenagers his age hated nothing more then being at the school, and just couldn't wait to leave it...But unlike Trenton, he had desire, he had determination--and it was clear to Damien, that he bloody well showed it, by doing all these booths; which is one of the cases in why Damien wasn't as much intimidated by him, when they met, and actually enjoyed his company.

If only I could do something for him... Ah, if only Damien had the money he had back at home. No matter what type of education you want to be taught, to Damien, school was one of the most important things, that you needed in life. The only reason he was able to be present there was only mere lucky chance, and the only intention he had of staying there, was to learn about this strange fantasy world he was living in. Yes, he still had a small conscience to believe he was in some awkward coma, he was just killing time, persisting for himself to wake up. But even at the moment now, his whole body is still both regretting and resisting, the fact that this still, was no dream; still, he forced his mind to play along.

"Oh right, your still aphasiac no matter what public area were in... I have to remember that." Though Damien wasn't the boy to say, he felt unsure of himself, with the other's mute behavior in the public. Trenton wasn't much of a eccentric person (which isn't bad at all by all means in damien's point of view) when they were alone, but at least they talked which made him feel more ease, better then the bitter silence. As for Damien, he could be a chatterbox at times, but most of the times it wasn't much of a good thing, and usually just would stay quiet in most scenarios. Unless with certain people of course. But it had to be a very important topic to be speaking of, to hear him speak out.

"Care for a bite?" While both the two were finally ready to set out for a walk, Damien already sneaked out a candy bar he had kept from the evening, in his pocket. With no utter clue on to entertain each other, till they got to their destination, it was something that could entertain for at least a few minutes. Besides, no matter where he was, he would of took it out anyway; and as he he split the bar in a few pieces he raised one up to the other still in question.

"It's not old, it's not new, I think it's the perfect age for it to have it..." Such a strange boy, Damien could be. To pay attention at the dates and divinity with sweets, were only clueless to figure out why he loved them so much. And with notice of Trenton, having no free arms he stopped and raised his heels up to swipe two books out of Trenton's hands to place it in his free arm. "T-There, now it's not so heavy, I probably think I can manage." Wiggling the books in between his arm for a more comfortable spot he looked back at the books, then back at Trenton, quietly. "I knew I should a bag of some sort. Oh well. It's not very much heavy anyway since it is only two now, actually. Where do you think we will be going now? Would it be fine if we just went to your place?" To bring him at his residence...Now that would be a laugh, of the idea itself.



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[TRENTON VOLTAIRE]

Trenton did not answer to Damien's comment, as it would have defeated the purpose of staying silent in the first place. Instead, he looked at the books he was carrying, trying to hold in the smile. He was really glad to have Damien as someone he could trust. The boy never failed to bring him a constant flow of books to and fro, even though they did get rather heavy at times. But only the school had scholarly books. The local library was a good source of novels and lighter readings, but Damien was the one that provided him with the good stuff. And in return, he talked with the boy and kept him company. They kept each other company.

He knew that Damien enjoyed the talks they had with each other, and to be honest, he did too. It was lonely, when one had no one to talk to. Damien was a constant in his life, someone Trenton knew he could open up to, even just a bit. Besides, the boy was pretty charming and interesting when he started to talk, and the mute would like to think that he did not completely bore the other one too.

The piece of candy was presented to him. To say that he did not expect this would have been a lie. The other buy was quite in love with his sweets, which was rather endearing. It made him think of a child, every time he thought of Damien with his candy, even though the two of them aren't all that different in age. He did not really want to deprive of his friend any candy, and considered just refusing the offer, but that would be insulting too, wouldn't it? But this one was the perfect age to have it. That had to mean something (even though Trenton wouldn't be able to tell the difference, for sure), and would Damien want to keep more of it for himself?

When half of the books were taken away from him (and Trenton would have argued about it and insisted he carry them, were it anyone else), he had no choice but to take it. It was a great deal lighter, now, and the halfbreed was able to lean the remaining to onto his chest, holding it tightly against him and carefully freeing a hand. Still a bit afraid he would drop the bound items, he took the candy, deciding that he was over thinking it and that if Damien was offering it out of pure politeness and he was expected to decline, he would just have to make up for it some other way.

Would it be fine if we just went to your place, Trenton heard. He shrugged at the suggestion, but led the way to his… 'place'. It wasn't anywhere glamorous, closer to run down and just inhabitable. But Trenton made do with it. Rent did not really exist for this place, as he had found the abandoned shack rather by accident. It had been boarded up, with the only available entrance through a few back alleys, so he figured it was pretty safe. No one had found it yet, and Trenton wanted to keep it that way. Not many people knew he stayed there at night to escape from the rain.

The walk there was rather silent, but Trenton enjoyed it. Leading the other boy, they weaved through the town until he got to his place, squeezing through a small entrance. Inside, behind a couple of discarded construction material was where he stayed. There was a small window that allowed light to shine through during the day.

Hidden in a corner, under some sheets was a lamp which Trenton took out. It wasn't quite dark enough to need it, but he would have to have it ready for later on. It was put onto a makeshift table made with boxes and planks of wood. Other items were taken out, including the books Damien had brought him next time, along with a board that could be used for a multitude of games. He did not have much here, but this is where he stayed for the night. It kept the rain off his head and shielded him from the wind.

Finally out of public eyes, Trenton cleared his throat, and though it was still a bit raspy, he managed to croak out a 'good afternoon,' to Damien. He cleared his throat again before thanking the boy for the books.

"Thank you," he told the boy. "How was class?" His voice sounded terrible now, but it would get better as the conversation went.

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