A boy named Fickle

[Linus Nefarious]

The corridor was quiet. Deathly quiet. The best kind.. Linus could even here the rumble of the stone as people ran on the other corridors. Ofcourse he couldn't here his own soules footsteps. It was amazing. How people would stay in a silence like a mourner to marvel at shiny emblems and pointless names engraved on wothless metals. Linus knew that people thought that doing this ment they lived forever but two things they don't count on. How will they know. Living on in the memories of others while you live somewhere where art yuo have none. Such is the nature of life of phillosiphy.

Reincarnation maybe these people where looking at there own pointless acheivements awing and wishing they where the bearers of the trophy when once apun a a time they might of been. Hell maybe. Trapped in gold and reflection screaming to be free of the vanity. Oh yes etternity was a fickle thing. A tradition that ment you could do all but none in life and discover the secrets in your death... and discover yourself.. in others. Linus chuckled. "Me and mine.... the only true etternity" he whispered befor leanign against the wall.

[Giovanni & Giancarlo Soldati]

Giovanni was going out as Giancarlo. It wasn't hard. Dress down a little, and wear a perpetual frown. Most people couldn't tell them apart. Alright, everyone, but one, couldn't tell them apart. She wasn't saying anything though. They had had that discussion thoroughly and no threats had even been needed. It had been very pleasing all in all.

Now Giovanni roamed around the school in silence. They had to start their plan soon. Things needed to be up and running quickly or everything would be pointless, something that he could not allow. This furthered the frown on his face. He made his way to the trophy room. He had yet to explore it personally and he needed to know if it could serve any use.

[Linus Nefarious]

Linus smiled. He sensed someone coming. They wheren't special. but he had something sooo... enticing. He had simmilar values and morals and a thirst for the right of vannity. Not simply taking but earning with every graceful deciet filled step. The one thing in the world that could make more silence then the trophies.

A foreign liar. "Good evening fellow deceiver" He whispered befor clapping his hands and moving across the trophy room. Diverting attention to the others boys direction. He wanted to see him in action.

[Giovanni & Giancarlo Soldati]

Givoanni was startled, but he didn't let it show in his features. He and his brother had learn to school their features long ago. Instead, he had his wand whipped as well as a dagger that he hid along his thigh hidden from the stranger's sight. "A deceiver?" he demanded. "You mistake me for someone else. Go your own damn way." Crass, but then again, he was playing at Giancarlo so it was appropriate.