[Apollo's mostly used to thralls by now, but something about them still creeps him out, deep down. There's been plenty of times he was convinced he was on the cusp of ending up just like them, yet now - ironically - he feels further away from that fate than he has been in years. The threat of flunking out just wasn't as potent as the threat of being made a thrall just because your master woke up on the wrong side of the coffin.
Being waited on is luxurious, but Apollo feels uncomfortable the entire time. He doesn't like the fancy clothes, and he doesn't at all like knowing that his old clothes were being burned. It was just wasteful, no matter how much easier Apollo had it now that he was more or less on his own again.
As the ceremony starts that night, Apollo stands with his back ramrod-straight, tension in his shoulders... oh, and he's definitely sweating a little. There was nothing like reality hitting him right during the initiation. Taking it all in, the dark trappings, the hungry vampires watching all of the humans they'd just crowded in, Apollo can't help but think What am I doing here?]
B. AUTUMN NOX [Apollo's been wandering around the symposium as often as he can, whenever he can make the time between his classes. He's not what you'd call a seasoned novice, yet he's there anyway, often with a small satchel containing paper, ink and quill for taking notes.
Given the wide range of strange topics to choose from, Apollo can be found attending as many lectures on law and the legal system as he can. Otherwise, he'll poke his head into an astronomy lecture or two, or possibly a history one if that's available. He takes notes at every one of them, too, even if the more boring ones might find him covering the page in doodles... or even dozing off in his seat, something that's bound to get him in trouble unless someone's nice enough to prod him awake.
If you run into Apollo outside one of the lecture rooms, you'll hear him muttering to himself,] I'm not sure which is worse... that they look at me like a bug, or like a turkey dinner.
C. PUMPKINS GONE WILD [Apollo honestly hasn't been paying much attention to the pumpkin vines sprouting up all over the place - mostly because he's been busy with the missing-library-books problem. He's spent enough time in the library to be conscripted into the search, and some wheedling has resulted in Apollo locating three hefty volumes of an encyclopedia that had all been taken by the same vampire. He couldn't possibly guess why, and hadn't bothered to ask, either.
It's as Apollo is hauling those books around, his vision partially obscured by the stack, that he trips over a vine that's snaked into his path. It's no exaggeration to say he eats dirt; the top two books go flying and he lands on the third one, which doesn't do all that much to break his fall. Apollo just lies there for a moment, then with a defeated groan pulls himself back up to his knees.]
D. WILDCARD [I was a latecomer but I do have an AU/EMP post up for Apollo, please check it out!]
Apollo Justice | Ace Attorney | Student | Gold
[Apollo's mostly used to thralls by now, but something about them still creeps him out, deep down. There's been plenty of times he was convinced he was on the cusp of ending up just like them, yet now - ironically - he feels further away from that fate than he has been in years. The threat of flunking out just wasn't as potent as the threat of being made a thrall just because your master woke up on the wrong side of the coffin.
Being waited on is luxurious, but Apollo feels uncomfortable the entire time. He doesn't like the fancy clothes, and he doesn't at all like knowing that his old clothes were being burned. It was just wasteful, no matter how much easier Apollo had it now that he was more or less on his own again.
As the ceremony starts that night, Apollo stands with his back ramrod-straight, tension in his shoulders... oh, and he's definitely sweating a little. There was nothing like reality hitting him right during the initiation. Taking it all in, the dark trappings, the hungry vampires watching all of the humans they'd just crowded in, Apollo can't help but think What am I doing here?]
B. AUTUMN NOX
[Apollo's been wandering around the symposium as often as he can, whenever he can make the time between his classes. He's not what you'd call a seasoned novice, yet he's there anyway, often with a small satchel containing paper, ink and quill for taking notes.
Given the wide range of strange topics to choose from, Apollo can be found attending as many lectures on law and the legal system as he can. Otherwise, he'll poke his head into an astronomy lecture or two, or possibly a history one if that's available. He takes notes at every one of them, too, even if the more boring ones might find him covering the page in doodles... or even dozing off in his seat, something that's bound to get him in trouble unless someone's nice enough to prod him awake.
If you run into Apollo outside one of the lecture rooms, you'll hear him muttering to himself,] I'm not sure which is worse... that they look at me like a bug, or like a turkey dinner.
C. PUMPKINS GONE WILD
[Apollo honestly hasn't been paying much attention to the pumpkin vines sprouting up all over the place - mostly because he's been busy with the missing-library-books problem. He's spent enough time in the library to be conscripted into the search, and some wheedling has resulted in Apollo locating three hefty volumes of an encyclopedia that had all been taken by the same vampire. He couldn't possibly guess why, and hadn't bothered to ask, either.
It's as Apollo is hauling those books around, his vision partially obscured by the stack, that he trips over a vine that's snaked into his path. It's no exaggeration to say he eats dirt; the top two books go flying and he lands on the third one, which doesn't do all that much to break his fall. Apollo just lies there for a moment, then with a defeated groan pulls himself back up to his knees.]
D. WILDCARD
[I was a latecomer but I do have an AU/EMP post up for Apollo, please check it out!]