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 Wrongful Revenge, Yong Chang
Theo Elliot
 Posted: Jun 3 2018, 04:23 PM
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The local college campus was lovely, as most campuses were. It looked especially magnanimous in the bright sunshine of the early spring and completed with the chipper sings of birds as they sat in the trees. Theo might have known better than to linger on the campus grounds after the last incident that had led him to meet with one of the most powerful men he had ever come in contact with. The meeting had been… hm, different but it proved worth the horribly unnerving plane ride and his initial fear at being introduced to the man he would now identify as his grandfather. To think, what had started out as a case of mistaken identity would actually turn into finding out a piece of himself that had been ripped away from infancy.

He was left with a whirlwind of thoughts and a desire to know Rhys that he could not quite describe. He was being reckless by being here since Giles had suggested he remain a mystery to his identical twin but there was… hm, something that pulled him closer and encouraged him to steal glimpses of the man from afar. Of course, Rhys wasn't in range of him at the current moment but that was fine because he still knew he was close and there was some small comfort in that. The man was, after all, a part of him.

A book was occupying his attention, written in his native language the pages told the story of Christian the tenth of Denmark, one of his favorites to read about. The Dane was settled on a bench in the shade of a nearby oak tree as his jaded eyes took in the words on the page. He might as well have been in another world for all the attention he was giving to his surroundings but that would all change with the first of splat and sensation of water soaking into his clothes.

Blinking rapidly, the book was lowered and his gaze searched for what had just happened only to be struck again. This time he was able to note that it was water balloons that were being launched at him, not that it helped any. As the second one collided with and popped against his face, he instantly drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them as he tucked his head lower. The onslaught continued for a few minutes and had caused him to begin rocking slightly on the bench, muttering quietly in Danish as he pleaded to people that could neither hear or understand him for mercy.

Theo could not handle being wet without control of it and being submerged was entirely out of the question. Water was… hm, it brought up memories he preferred to keep buried in the confines of his mind. The attack would leave him once again oblivious to his surroundings and the young 'adults' who finally revealed themselves long enough to taunt the assumed Professor Abernathy for being such a 'hard-ass'. No doubt, the students were merely playing a prank of a professor they didn't see eye to eye with but that was neither heard nor comforting to the Dane who was still huddled around himself and soaked.

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Yong Woon Chang
 Posted: Jun 3 2018, 05:26 PM
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Yong Woon had just finished class a few moments ago and thanks to the professor his arms held a stack of several thick books as it was more than his bag could carry alone. It was the full collection that was given to be read over by the end of the term as it would most likely be in the finals. He was one of the few that didn't groan in protest against what was expected of them. Sure it didn't seem that he was the type to enjoy school but he adsorbed all the information that was given to him and put his mind towards studying once he was accepted.

After the groaning quieted the Professor ended class he quickly made small talk with a few of the other students as they left the building. He tried to best to wave to the group as he departed from them and made his way to the bike rakes that held his old beat up one. The chain should be replaced sometime soon and the rust could easily be cleaned off and oiled up. He started to whistle as he heard the bird chirping and the fresh spring air hit him with a breeze making him more anxious to get everything out of his arms and into the basket on the backseat of his bike.

There was a sound that cut through his whistling that stopped him mid stride and made him back up a few steps. He stopped whistling and raised an eyebrow at what he had just finished witnessing happening to the man on the bench. But seeing how the man on the bench reacted shook him out of a daze of how his older brothers were to him. "Ya!" He yelled angrily and changed his course towards the man that on the bench that was rocking back and forth now. But the students were long gone once he was close enough to the man on the bench.

Yong gathered the books in his hands to the crook of the left arm, his right hand heading towards the mans shoulder trying to comfort him."It seems like they were able to get away." Wait a minute...
The one that is soaking wet on the bench right now..."Professor!?" How was that possible, he himself just left the classroom while Rhys wasn't even cleaning up from teaching. Did he have an evil twin? Was Rhys the evil twin? "Are you alright?"
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Theo Elliot
 Posted: Jun 14 2018, 02:23 PM
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Bravery was not a word that would have commonly, if ever, used to describe the Dane. He was quiet, reclusive, and generally avoided too much interaction with people if he could manage it. Even in his school years he was ignored more than bullied and he much preferred it that way. When faced with confrontation in personal settings he often buckled and folded under the tension. This trait was amplified when unexpectedly pelted with water balloons due to an unfortunate experience some twenty years ago.

The Dane did not like water. Showers were acceptable but generally avoided having any part of him submerged, like in a bath or a pool. Naturally, with water being a cause of discomfort he would find it horribly alarming to have the substance tossed at him without rhyme or reason. Though the balloons had stopped coming, Theo had worked himself into a state of panicked rocking that left him unaware of the world around him. He would have been content to stay that way if not for a voice sounding closely behind him and touch to his shoulder.

His instinct was to flinch at the contact, his arm flailing behind him to push the potential threat away as he muttered a barely audible string of Danish. “Rør mig ikke.” It was something he had plenty of experience saying since he had come to Lochland thanks to Charles. There wasn’t much time to think about that now since his haphazard swing had collided with a stack of books that went tumbling to the wet ground.

This was just getting worse. He issued a soft whimper at the events and forced his body to uncurl before shifting to look at the person behind him. “S-sorry…” He was climbing off the bench and beginning to help gather the mess. A calming breath was exhaled. “You startled me.

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Yong Woon Chang
 Posted: Jul 2 2018, 09:44 PM
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"Aish..." Yong watched as the water droplets fell from who he assumed was his professors fingers on to the pages as he reached for the books that were scattered on the wet ground. The letters magnified under the domes and wrinkled as they soaked in the liquid. Yong quickly knelt down and tossed his back back on the bench, ignoring the water patches that appeared on his jeans from the water as he reached for his books. At least not that many were actually damaged yet that he could tell and if they were it wasn't as bad as it would appear.

Rør mig ikke. That was a new one. It wasn't every day that he heard someone speak Danish. His first time in fact. The way he was acting was unlike the professor he knew in the class room. Yong shook his head and lifted a corner of his lip into a smirk, "Assaulting students now?" If anything the students were the ones that were in the wrong here. Maybe if Rhys wasn't such a hard ass on students they would't cause such ruckus. "Don't worry about it." He saw what happened and how he reacted to the display that was just witnessed.

There was one book in particular that fell on it's spin causing it to open right where he placed a bookmark. It wasn't the content of the book but what the book held between it's pages. Yong glanced at "Rhys" and back to the book before he reached for it. Other than the books that "Rhys' held, it was the only one left on the ground.
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 Posted: Yesterday at 03:14 pm
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Theodore had never directly met his twin. He knew only what he had read about the man who mirrored him but he had assumed enough from meeting Alec that he could effectively pass as the other man with very little effort. However, his goal today was not to impersonate the professor but merely be on the same property and enjoy the closeness unbeknownst to Rhys. It was a pure stroke of misfortune that had resulted in him being, yet again, wrongly assumed as the anthropologist and assaulted with water balloons only to be approached by a concerned student. It was perfectly fitting that the student was a member of the classes taught by his genetic match.

None of this fiasco could be helped by now, it was simply an ironic twist of fate. Hm. Or was it, perhaps, karma that was working to punish him for his deceit against his own flesh and blood? It was a plausible idea but not one that he had much time to dwell on as his reaction had caused books to rain heavily onto the dampened grass around him and the young man. No, he couldn't sit there idly while his mess was tidied.

Unlike the younger, he refused to kneel into the moist ground and adopted a squatting position as he collected several of the tomes into a stack in his arms. "Assaulting students now?" Theo paused, his hand outstretched for the final fallen volume, to blink at the other. Had he not been the one who was just targeted without mercy? Perhaps he had knocked the books from the other's grasp but the action was far more accidental than assault. "Yes, well, it is my preferred hobby." Sarcasm was second nature to any Dane. It was after he spoke that his focus shifted back to the book that had been used as a hideaway for a something of interest.

It was an identification card, but it was imperfect. His brows furrowed ever so slightly at the flaw. The chances of anyone else noticing the error on the card wasn't great but he was too familiar with forging the things to miss the discoloration of a reflective seal. With surprising reflexes, he plucked the small rectangle from the pages and drew it closer to his scrutinizing gaze. "Where did you get this?" His jaded stare would flick to the other's face just long enough to speak and then be directed back to the card.

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