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Ezra squints, taking in the small creature standing in front of him. He wants him to stop apologizing, because it's actually very annoying. The Master is highly aware of all of the gazes pinned on them, and the second rather pretty eyes meet his own whiskey colored orbs, and he expects the Elementalist to run away from him.

It's obvious that he's been recognized--everyone knows who he is, after all. But then the thing keeps talking, and Ezra, instead of brushing off the boy like he normally does and continuing to wait for Delta, he snorts. "Sweetheart, I'm over six thousand years old; I ain't gettin' hurt by some pipsqueak runnin' to class or somethin'," he replies sarcastically, shrugging. "Yeah, the ramblin's kinda off-puttin'."

     ”i know. i know, it’s just— habit. sorry.” wait. no, don’t apologize again, what the hell are you doing, cameron? he literally just told you to stop, but you can’t even get that much right, can you? everything you do is always wrong. "right. apologies. stop them." he mutters, glancing to the side and noticing the strange looks he was getting. what, did he mess something up more than he already did? he doesn’t understand and his eyebrows draw together before he’s finally glancing up, craning his head the slightest bit upwards. and then his lips part in surprise.

     it’s not as if he doesn’t know who this is. ezra hawthorne. he literally just ran in to ezra goddamn hawthorne, and all he’s doing is apologizing and babbling like an idiot. instead of you know, running. because, well, he should. but he simply bites his lower lip, finding himself strangely… almost content where he is, and he’s looking for excuses to stay, try and connect the dots on why. “i didn’t hurt you, did i? i mean, i doubt i did, ‘cause well — look at me, i’m short and all. you know. thin. but i’m bony, i guess, so that could do damage. but yeah, you’re okay, right? i— i’ll just stop rambling now, oh my god, i’m sorry.”

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He's not particularly eager to be there. Ezra hates the Academy. It's so stuffy and boring, and everyone always stares at him. As a would-be king, you'd think he'd love the attention, and in another time, he would have. But everyone was staring at him with fear, disgust, and caution. He doesn't want that. He hates that. But Ezra has to play nice. He's waiting for Delta; she said she'd be here soon to get him so they could go to the human realm.

He wanders around with his hands shoved in his pockets until a short dark haired thing smacks into him, and the Master's immediate reaction is to growl, bare his teeth, but then there are rushed apologies, and Ezra's just narrowing his eyes, squinting at an odd familiarity... "Stop apologizin'. It's unbecomin', yanno, apologizin' too much."

     his panicked footsteps fall quickly against the pavement, aquatic gaze trained unwaveringly on the ground. he doesn’t dare look up, not when he’s like this;; he’d somehow managed to fall asleep while studying and had yet another nightmare, one more intense than he could ever recall. there’s no better way for him to calm himself down than by just walking and breathing in fresh air, and so he’d let himself out into the open. he’s simply wandering the halls, hands pushed into the pockets of his oversized hoodie and slightly overlong bangs falling into his line of sight.

     unfortunately enough, his line of sight is limited because of his bangs falling into his gaze. so, where he typically can see when someone’s in front of him? this time, he doesn’t. not until he’s running into them in the full force of his panicked pace, slight form jerking back in a mixture of surprise and a full bodied flinch before he’s glancing up — completely focused on the other’s collarbone, more or less, since that’s basically the limit of his height. “sorry. i’m so sorry, i was just— and you were just— and i didn’t see you and sorry. sorry.” he stutters, hands clinching into the fabric of his hoodie’s pockets.

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"I'll train you to make out."

"I thought… we were suppose to be training."

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"Just now. By me."

”!”

"When was this decided?"

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"Mine."

"Yer mine tonight."

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"Hope ya missed me too."

"Oh yeah? I never would have guessed.”

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"Sorry I've been gone. Missed ya though."

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Anyone want me on here?

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This was curious, very curious. Ezra let his senses wash over the boy, searching. They weren't related, as far as he knew. He'd never spawned any children, and neither had any of his siblings. The resemblance was uncanny, however, and it worried him greatly. A boy in another realm with his face, his exact physical appearance was obviously to be of concern. He wondered briefly if Delta or the Chancellor had known about this, and decided not.

There was...something in the boy, something that made Ezra frown and squint his whiskey colored orbs at the little human. Something not quite right. Maybe he was an echo of Ezra's magic? He knew that happened every few thousand years--but--no, he was too human for that. So what was it?

Head cocking to the side, the Master paused ever so slightly, then shook his head, taking a step away. "Oh, for Kieran's sake!" he muttered, barely registering that his older brother's name was slipping out of his lips. "Ya get locked up for a few thousand years, and suddenly there's brats with yer face runnin' 'round! I'm assumin' yer human."

There was something, but the boy registered as mainly human. There was some...marring, but for the most part, he was completely, pathetically human. Rolling his eyes at the sky, he shrugged.

"I'm a person with a name, and a face that I 'spose isn't mine anymore," he retorted, before realizing that the brat would probably only press him if he didn't answer. "Name's Ezra. Hawthorne, if the last name's of any importance, which I doubt."

Scrunching up his nose, he took another step toward the boy, unashamedly and quiet openly sniffing him. "Yup, of no use to you. What's yer name, Beansprout?"

As soon as he heard the riddle and his own voice,

He was leaning back against a brick wall with his eyes closed, hands shoved into his pockets and body somewhat relaxed. All he really wanted right now was to be left alone — try to figure out all of the dark thoughts that ran through his mind, but as soon as he heard a voice, he flinched, eyes opening to see a face that looked very much like his. At first, he stared  at the being in front of him, lips pressed together in a line while his eyes were opened wide. He couldn’t speak — he couldn’t find the right words so that drove him into standing there in silence for a few seconds, heart racing within his chest. He was absolutely terrified, and yet there was something inside of him that made him feel even more sick to his stomach. He wanted to see the being, (the one he knew of, anyway) with his face in front of him. He wanted to gain the power he had before so very bad — he wanted to feel the sick sensation of having those he cared about fearing him. And the longer he stared at him, the  quicker he began realizing that this.. wasn’t the one he was longing for? He had heard a difference in his accent that didn’t sound anything like the spirit that was haunting him.. 

His lips soon parted and he began twiddling his fingers together in a sign of nervousness. He was getting a horrible feeling down in his gut. ”..I��yeah—and you look like me..” Who, or what was this guy? There was no way that another human had his appearance, was there? Unless they were like, some long lost twin or something… But.. that wasn’t likely, was it? Then again, this was Beacon Hills.. Anything could happen. "Who are you..?" The words left him before he could even stop himself.

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"Let's play a game."

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A Dimensions Master's curiosity is dangerous. Especially this particular Master, and especially when it involves little human boys that look exactly like him. Perhaps this boy should be wary as Ezra gets up in his personal space.

"Ya look like me."

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Starter, anyone?

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Does anyone want a starter?

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"I demand physical affection, and I ain't leavin' til ya give me some."

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"Believe me; it's not a mistake I'm makin' again. I've had plenty'a time to think 'bout it. I've come to the conclusion that love is basically useless."

    “That would be why I’ve avoided falling in love.           They die, you become vulnerable.”

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"Only if I'm in a particularly vulnerable state. And, yanno, considerin' that the person I loved more than anythin' had been killed shortly before-- ya'll have to excuse that."

     ”Your powers are bindable? That  must be unfortunate..”

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"Eh, some are. Not all, though. Least, some of 'em were smart enough to bind m'powers for almost four thousand years."

     ”They’re simply stupid then.”