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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Roderic: I just nod my head before rapping on the door. Two raps, two times. A perfect, even, four. I step back two steps and let my eyes look down the hallway of the dormitory. Observing who passes by. Who lived next to Nathan as we waited for him to open the door. I had my doubts about Ali being the thief in this scenario, only because there would be no way I would let a stranger out of my eye sight in my personal space for more than two seconds.

Aliyah: The blonde couldn't help but roll her eyes at Ric's attention to the details of the place, as if a university dorm was anything to be worried about. No doubt, he had done something similar in her apartment. "You know, maybe you are better at being the thief...you proved your capabilities quite well, didn't you?" she remarked with a smirk, keeping her blue gaze locked on the dorm door.

Nate: The knock came as a song ended and the next was buffering and Nate paused for a long moment, sliding the headphones off his head and debating whether he should go to the door or not. It wouldn't hurt to look. In fact, it might hurt even more if he didn't. Better to know who is coming after you if someone was, he supposed. He crept as slowly as he could to the peephole and looked out the door to see his brother and his cousin. Without a second thought, he flung the door open and lunged at Roderic. "Roddy!" He yelled with a broad smile across his face. Turning to Aliyah, the smile grew even more. "And cousin! How did you know this is where I lived? Oh I'm so glad to see y'all here! What's going on?"

Roderic: He was in my space. I think he knows I hate people in my space, but Nate doesn't really care. It's not his fault our dad is a douche bag, I have to remind myself of this all the time. Yet, there's this niggling at the back of my neck that still gets irritated at the mention of Nathan and our relationship. "You don't know if she's our cousin." I tell him, still looking around once he releases me to focus on Aliyah. "Directory." I tell him with a shrug, even though it was Daegal that told me after reporting back to me. "I was thinking of going back to school. Medical." I say. It's not the truth, but I didn't feel bad lying. Ends to a means. "Thought I would tour the dorm life. Can we come in?"

--the following was a live chat roleplay--

Aliyah: "What he means is...he opened his mouth about our shared last name, put the idea in my head, and now wants to backtrack on it," she narrated for Nate's benefit, shrugging up her shoulders as if the matter was no concern of her own. With a soft sigh, she forced a smile onto her lips and canted her head. "How are you doing, Nate? Been a bit since I have seen you last." She didn't care what Ric thought about her relationship with Nate, that much was for sure. And besides, the kid was sweet.

Nate: "Of course!" He let go of Roderic and stepped out of the way, gesturing for them to go inside. "And of course she's our cousin, why would she say she was if she wasn't?" He grinned at her and nodded before turning back to Ric. "I always knew you were going to do great things. Medical is a big undertaking. I know you'll do great though." He looked back at Aliyah. "Oh, I'm doing alright. Just getting ahead on some homework now. And you? How have you been?"

Roderic: “Can you blame me?" I say snidely, having ignored her slight at my stealing skills earlier, but circling back to it now. I stare at Nate as he turns to his usual, positive self and then shrug before walking in. I knew enough about the human body to do good in that field, I guess. Maybe Nathan was on to something. If people weren't so annoying. If people didn't create their own medical problems and expect someone else to fix them, and oh, yeah, I had to have something called a 'bedside manner.' Maybe, I could be a mortician. That might be fun. Instead of sending bodies to the morgue, I could help put them in the ground. "What are you working on?" I ask as I start to snoop around his room.

Aliyah: Aliyah ignored Ric's snide remark, choosing instead to focus on Nathan as he invited them in. In a vague sense, she knew that his invitation wouldn't have been required, for either of them, but it made the process that much simpler. She moved into the room with ease, as if she belonged there. "I have been quite good, Nathan, thank you," she replied, giving Ric a pointed look as she began to pace around the room, as if checking out the space that her cousin lived in. In reality, she was seeking out the brush they sought, or even a comb. She stopped her tracks shy of the dresser, her hand skimming over the wooden surface.

Nate: "An analysis of early medieval life for history class. It's an honors elective class." He rattled if off like it was the most normal thing in the world, because it was for him. Advanced classes and the honor roll was Nate's life and where he felt most comfortable. He did not notice anything strange about the way they moved through the small space, though he found himself embarrassed. He had paid extra, or rather his parents had, to have a single room this semester and his clothes and grooming items were scattered everywhere and all over the cabinets.

He laughed at Roderic's question. "No, not much talk about swords. Mainly about how the general population managed to get by from day to day and what they did in their spare time. Most didn't use swords, not in their everyday life. That would just be weird. It's not like most people walk around with guns these days."

Nate's train of thought would have likely continued along its path and he would have eventually gone over the entire syllabus that had been covered so far as well as the next weeks worth of lessons since he had prepared for them as well but his brother knocked over a notebook. The notebook. The one with all the weird stuff that had been happening to him that he was trying to rationalize away.

His voice squeaked and cracked as he started to shoo him away, "It's fine, I'll pick that stuff up later," but then his cousin was picking up the papers as well. They were going to think he was crazy. They were going to tell mom and dad that he was losing it at school. That he couldn't handle the stress. But that wasn't it all, he just needed to figure it out. To understand it. Then it wouldn't be weird anymore. It would have an explanation.

Neither one of them seemed to actually read anything on the pages and he hoped they didn't see the thick beads of sweat streaming down his face. As Aliyah stepped towards the door, he moved in front of the desk and the now shuffled papers. "What're y'all up to now? Maybe we can all go do something together? AS a family?" More than anything at that moment, he wanted them out of the room and away from what he feared was his insanity and he hoped that maybe they would take him away from it as well.