That's What You Get .:Amadeo:.

[NIGHTINGALE ASHES DYMONDE]

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FORGETTING ALL THE HURT INSIDE
you've learned to hide so well

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With a small sigh, Night tilted his head back, staring at the cieling. How he wished he could see the sky at that moment. It was around the time of day where it wasn't quite dark out, but the sun had long since set, leaving nothing but a few smatterings of burning oranges, pinks, and reds in its wake. Sunset was truly a beautiful time of day, one of the moments in which he felt as though he could just take on his namesake and fly away into the sky. It was part of the reason that Night always tried to stay outside when the sun was setting below the horizon; the sight of it was what brought him down from the ridiculous bouts of anger he seemed prone to. As tempting as it was to run off into the horizon, as many stories indicated, the sight of the star sinking was enough to keep him level-headed. The memory of it, which was all he would have for the day, even managed to bring him down to earth a bit more.

Well, this could certainly be enjoyable. This Amadeo was obviously someone who not only took his sarcasm in stride, but answered with a healthy dosage of his own. How interesting. Night watched the butler's expression for a moment before morphing his into a cross between a pout and the sort of expression one got when they were about to cry; lower lip jutted out a tad bit further than the other; wide, innocent eyes that looked as though they were hurt by what the butler had said. Even he would have to give it a high grade on the scale of believability. "Ah, sir Robespierre, please do not be so hard on yourself. I'm sure there is a creature out there that you surpass. They just have yet to find one of such low intelligence." He pretended to look disappointed before a small smile graced his features. "But don't give up hope! Eventually you won't be the lowest life form anymore." His eyes shined hopefully for a moment before being replaced by a casual smirk.

Acting had always been a talent of Night's. The majority of the time, he didn't enjoy doing so; it took away the whole point of being one's self. Yet, in situations such as this, it became a part of him. That talent, the one that made you into someone you weren't, it was something he had become quite good at as a young child. Such a thing was an accessory he used in reminding people about the truths of what they thought. Most people seemed to be pleased with believing in sugar-topped lies that covered the cold truths of the world. Even though his past wasn't one of the most tragic, it also wasn't one of the most pleasant, so he found it necessary to remind people of what the world was like; a harsh, uncaring place that payed no mind to how much money you had or whether you had always been a good person. You just had to know how to survive.

The truth surprised the butler. That much Night could tell, just from the subtle reaction he had gotten. He was sure he was much more shocked than he showed, but to receive even as much as he had was enough to be considered an accomplishment. With a simple roll of the eyes, he looked disapprovingly at the man, disappointed that he was enough like others to not have expected such a thing. A slender eyebrow rose at his words, though. "I stick to what I said. Such a thing as being special is not truly possible, despite what your instinct says." He shrugged his shoulders simply, still keeping his gaze on Amadeo, his eye showing no expression as it followed the pacing man. "I am not a special case, as you say. My circumstances may be different than others, but that's all it is. Different. Though the two may be similar in meaning, to be different has almost no similarities to being special."

The next words, however, brought a pained expression to Night. "Quite the opposite. You'd be surprised with how many useless things are frolicked and gossiped about by the ladies." It was stereotypical, the situation Night had found himself in just because he had looked like a lady. The other ladies, they had always been gossiping about this or that, or fussing over such trivial matters like what to wear or what they looked like. Many times, the teenager had to bring himself to a calm enough level not to just snap at the others. Such a thing would only make them suspicious, or at least cause them to back off. Which, of course, would leave him open to suspicion from other sources. Normally, he would say being a lady was no hard task, except that he had to take into consideration the work he had to do in order to be recognized as a lady. Naturally, it hadn't gone very well.

Discontent? Night scowled slightly at the prospect of being mistaken for one of the opposite gender while not aiming towards such a thing. "Don't be ridiculous. If I had a choice, I would have absolutely nothing to do with those of the opposite gender. Obviously, I didn't have much of a choice." He paused a moment before the rest of Amadeo's words sank in, causing his scowl to immediately transform into an icy, dark glare. "I suggest you keep such comments to yourself." He knew that, with his short height and small frame, he wasn't very imposing, but hoped the atmosphere around him would be enough to help get the warning out. No member of either gender would enjoy being told that they could pass for the other, unless, of course, they were attempting such a thing.

Confusion wasn't a familiar feeling for Night. His intelligence was quite high for his age, and for what that lacked he made up for with confidence. Yet now he was extremely confused. Amadeo was laughing. Sure, the man had chuckled before, but this was a rightful, hearty laugh. It was startling. And then the words reached him. Almost automatically, heat rushed into Night's cheeks and he began to splutter out half-formed objections. Whether his reaction was due to anger or embarrassment, he wasn't quite sure. How was he supposed to react to such words? He knew how to as a lady; a graceful thanks and maybe a curtsy. But he wasn't a lady at the moment; he was a hundred percent male. He coughed lightly into his hand a few times before finally averting his gaze away from the man, turning his head to instead look at the wall while he crossed his arms over his chest, hiding the red tint to his cheeks. "Don't say such ridiculous things." Truthfully, he was still confused. He wasn't sure whether to be insulted or pleased at the statement. So, naturally, he went with insulted. "Keep your opinions to yourself. They only make you appear more like a pedophile than you already manage without speaking."" With a deep breath, he switched his expression to its usual blank state, sifting through the thoughts in his head.

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STATUS: Complete
TAGGED: Plot-buddeh Amadeo
WORDS: 1,213
OUTFIT: This...ish >.>
LYRICS: Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE]

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It seemed as if this lady lived for insults. To Amadeo, it seemed to be her strongest point, save for her stubbornness to leave what was, be, and move on to another thing entirely. And mostly to him, this would be what he considered her strongest points, her best points (and most likely her only ones, too). Witty and sarcastic, she once again lit up the world for the man, by instilling the hope – however menial – that there were actually people out there who could think fast and light on their two feet, instead of children so brainwashed by television and video games and of adults whose only things on their mind were work and apparently, sex. Her remarks proved that indeed, if one really willed their mind to, they could be more knowledgeable and more aware of those around them. It was just too bad that the chances of someone waking up from their dream world of pleasures and single-mindedness was slim to none. It was no wonder that the butler took such great curiosity and satisfaction (not exactly joy; he didn’t know what that really was, after all) to this one individual, despite her... stature, as you could call it. He had a feeling he was going to be sticking around for some time, but he should do so in a way so as not to arouse suspicion and being further insulted by the girl (although from the looks of things, that was going to be a task even he would not be able to accomplish; a first, really). But then again, it was really like him to be attracted to things, or tend to be drawn to, those that had particular, peculiar traits. After all, to him, to a person who’d stereotyped the world as one big colossal waste of space, anything that sparkle or shone was sure to grab his attention almost immediately.

“Oh, well”, Amadeo smiled, replying with ease, his eyes full of gratitude. “That shouldn’t be too hard, considering there’s a prime example of such in front of me. Again, I thank you for your concern.

[/color]” The butler bowed, imitating a mock show of respect, and also as to hide his face, which had, at this point, unmistakeably twisted into one of immense laughter, of which he was holding in quite well, he should say. He was more or less entertained by the situation, even if the other was not. Although judging from the looks of things, she was enjoying herself quite well. “Although, I’m impressed. I’d think the word “surpass” would be too large a word for such a small mind inside a big head.[/color]” He rose from his bow, eyes curved in laughter as his crimson eyes shone bright with the cruel sarcasm underneath them. Ah, how he had so mastered the art of multiple emotions. After all, this was required of an expert charade player such as himself.

The news of the latest discovery had indeed shocked the butler. After all, it was not often that someone of the opposite sex infiltrated an Academy meant for the other gender strictly. Actually, if he thought about it, did that ever even happen? What kind of world was it in which men paraded around as girls? The information was hard to swallow, that much he could tell. Immediate questions had rushed into his mind, the curiosity overwhelming as to the situation. Had it not been for his immense self-control, he would have stood there, mouth agape. But being a top-class butler, he had to be prepared for every situation, even if it was something as outrageous as this. That being said, his mental stability softened the news’, almost like a cushion, somewhat, and it was through that that he could formulate coherent sentences. Despite wanting to know more and ask questions, he knew he had to hold them in for now. “Is that so? Well, you seem different enough to be special, at least to me.[/color]” The butler’s face transformed into one of extreme seriousness, and even his tone was almost deadpan. But if anyone could enter his mind right now, they would be able to see the inner sarcastic works at their highest. “Although knowing you – at least, through all seventy minutes of it – you’d take that as an insult. Am I right?[/color]” The face was still serious, as he awaited his answer. Amadeo was always good at cracking people and figuring out what made them tick. Now it was really up to the man to confirm his suspicions. And even if he did deny it, the tone of which he would deny it would most likely give him away anyways.

The look of pain on “Lady” Dymonde’s features intrigued Amadeo, and he wondered what had caused it. Well, there was no doubt it was his own doing, but really, what about his statement was tactless? Even he couldn’t figure it out; it was a simple question, was it not? “Ah, well, I suppose you enjoy that, too, don’t you? You seem to feel very home in that outfit. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve spread some gossip yourself, being the lady that you are.[/color]”

His next words caused a more subtle reaction from Amadeo, an eyebrow rising. The man talked fervently about his life, about not having a choice. To him, it almost seemed like a sneak peek into the past, into the reason for his infiltration into this Academy. Slowly, little by little, he would figure it out, but it would take time. But then again, time was all he had, and with his thirst for knowledge, he would keep to the experiment until the bitter end. All it took now would be some manipulation. “Everyone has a choice. Unless you have some sort of absurd circumstances, then it might be more fruitful to ask for assistance.[/color]” He paused, smiling, meeting his eye contact with an even stronger one. “Of course, I’d be more than glad to offer you that. That is, if you’ll have me.[/color]”

Amadeo had burst out laughing from the comment that had entered his mind, and it had rewarded him with a blush from the other. Twirling a keychain he had picked out of his finger absentmindedly, he deftly leaned in close to the male, smiling a devilish and sly smile that only he could ever pull off. This was definitely getting interesting. If he blushed from such a comment, then it would be easy to conclude that any similar comments would sent him off on a blush rampage. Oh, what fun. “Ah, no. You see, only the ladies I serve are granted that privilege. And seeing as you are not, well...[/color]” He grinned, letting out a soft chuckle and tilting his head. “And I wouldn’t be one to speak of that, my Lady. I’d consider a male mingling with females in a school where most girls are quite close to have more of a pedophile-ring to it, don’t you?[/color]”[/color]
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[NIGHTINGALE ASHES DYMONDE]

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The human mind was a fascinating thing. It wandered from one thing to another, tangled together by strands that made no sense when one took the time to look at them. A whole melting pot full of ideas and worries. Even the most random of thoughts was tied to another. It was really how the brain actually functioned; fluctuating from high-power to low, but never dormant. Yet there was always the portion of the mind that longed for more information, to learn all that could be learned. The curiosity from this portion was usually the force behind most of Nightingale's actions. He was merely an observer, who used different methods to see how different people would react. But he would never knowingly put himself in jeopardy. He wasn't quite prepared to learn how certain things affected certain situations, no matter how overwhelming his curiosity became. It was probably a sort of self-defense mechanism that kept him from most types of danger, especially considering that he would be fascinated over just how the process of dying worked.

With a small, sickeningly sweet smile, Night leaned his head to the side while looking up at Amadeo with wide and innocent eyes. "My concern for you goes about as deep as the shallow end of a pool, much like your personality." It was slightly difficult for him to ignore the insult in Amadeo's voice, but, with gritted teeth, he managed it. His pride ran deeply in his veins, something he had been told was natural from a young age. Even though his birth had been kept a secret, he was proud of his lineage with his father. Just because it had made things complicated with his other family, enough to keep him hidden, he had been certain his father was proud of him too. Now, though, he didn't particularly care. What was the point of being proud of someone who wasn't left in this world, or worrying that they had been proud of you? He smirked slightly at the man, his eyes gleaming. "Sometimes the biggest surprises come in the smallest packages. I think that's how the saying goes, correct?" Although it played on his size, he knew it was true. A lot of people were shocked that he had as developed of a brain as he did for someone his size.

Individuality was a curse disguised as a gift at times. Night was almost positive that if he hadn't had a personality that stuck out much like a blinding white spot in a field of black, the butler in front of him wouldn't have grown as curious about him. Yes, individuality could certainly be as much the end of someone as it was the beginning. Some found careers in acting or such other things because of their unique qualities compared to others. Others, such as Night, despised such qualities and wished their own to go away. He had never asked for it to turn out like this; it wasn't as though he liked being a girl, after all. He made a small disapproving sound before crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. "Think as you wish, dear butler. I simply ask you to keep others out of your idle thoughts." He gave the butler a blank glance at his next words, appearing as though he were bored of such a thing. "You can hardly say you know me. I highly doubt anyone has earned that right. But you should at least know that anything can be taken as an insult if one can find it." He paused for a moment, tapping a finger against his chin in thought. "For example, I can simply take what you say to mean that my differences keep me separate from others, which most would take offense to. Fortunately for you, I do not." He smiled slightly, a rather amused expression taking over.

It had been quite awhile since Night had actually tried to understand other people. Of course, he was curious about the way the world worked, but others of the human race had never intrigued him. To him, they were all the same; motivated by some ridiculous factor such as greed or power. His uncle was a prime example of such a person. He had chased Night across countries in order to find him, and still his influence affected how Night ran his life. He rolled his eyes at the man, gesturing a hand dismissively. "Everyone has participated in gossip at one point or another, whether it be intentionally or not. You and I are no exception to this." He shrugged lightly before turning his gaze towards the ceiling in a show of exasperation. "Regardless, I haven't willingly participated in such frivolities. Neither have I worn such clothes by some insatiable desire." He paused a moment, thinking it over, before shrugging once again. "I shall just say it's something I found myself required to do. You won't get any more information than that, I'm afraid." He frowned slightly, rather positive that the man wasn't going to give up so easily. But if he was going to try again, so be it. Night had his own tricks up his sleeve.

He sighed softly, shaking his head at Amadeo. "When you consider it, isn't it true that no one has a choice?" He looked up toward the ceiling again, wishing he could see the stars. The night sky was the primary influence on his own choices; he always sat outside and watched it when he was confused or was having trouble sorting through his thoughts. "No one truly is capable of making their own choices. People decided things based on their opinions, which are influenced by other people. It's a cycle, and one that is easily manipulated. One choice is the equivalent of several people's choices." He paused for a moment, appearing as though he were considering the butler's words, before smiling that same sickly sweet smile he found himself using quite often. "I appreciate the offer, sir Robespierre, but as far as I'm concerned, you may take your assistance with you to hell." He smiled pleasantly, the only thing contradicting his words being the underlying sarcastic tone to them.

Night brought his gaze back to Amadeo, only to raise an eyebrow. The color of his cheeks was mainly back to normal, if not a slight pink. "You only manage to incriminate yourself more with every word you speak, sir Pedophile." He smirked slightly before rolling his eyes, raising his hands in a slightly exasperated gesture. He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to make the butler understand without telling him the whole story, but he could try, couldn't he? "I have no interest in girls. More accurately, you could say I have no interest in such a thing at all. It just seems like an incredible waste of time." He shrugged lightly before glancing back up at the ceiling, imagining the sky. "It's not as though all of us seduce every feminine shape in sight, after all." He wasn't quite sure it was true, but he was going to take a guess and say it was.

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STATUS: Complete
TAGGED: Plot-buddeh Amadeo
WORDS: 1,191
OUTFIT: This...ish >.>
LYRICS: Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0