Eglaya

Thanks JAIF :) I'm perfectly aware that fics like that are not or could not be popular in MFG. For one, I'm not good at fighting sequences, I'm not a fan of high-school or usual drama either. It's just... what I like. I use caps and italics for different purposes, so I like to emphasize stuff with caps, whereas italics is more like to convey different stuff (like text in foreign language or something). But thanks for your thoughts, I'll keep them in mind^^
ah, lol, about shit, I'm copying this from the other forum, where it has been posted earlier, and that forum does not allow to post certain words, so.. ^^;; lazy, lazy...


note on the chapter - it was an extreme pain to come up with all those names x.x






T.R.A.N.C.S.E.N.D.E.N.T.

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The ground floor hall was dark and cool and Jintae gave a sigh of relief, because the weather outside was somewhat stuffy. He even considered getting rid off one of his tops and distorting the image of his layered shirt. Because worse than a messed up style was an excessive perspiration. And he hated being all mucky and sticky. He had no idea why some of the girls had a fetish for sweaty guys. For one, that was totally disgusting and smelly.

He figured that those chicks have never been near a sweaty guy and they didn’t realize that men’s perspiration was a lot worse than women’s. Jintae shook his head walking up the stairs. Who he was, in the end, to delve into the female mind? He was never the type to analyze things. The fact remained, though, that being sweaty makes one feel highly uncomfortable, not to mention it stains the clothes, and Jintae did a small victory dance in his head when he emerged into the first floor hall and, after a little bit of squirming, he found out he was absolutely dry.

The first floor hall with murals of the Muses and their mother on the walls led towards a high arc, right into a bright corridor. It was completely different from the ground floor. The walls were painted in bright yellowish color and the rays of sun were penetrating through big windows on the right, flooding the students, gathered around windowsills, with the light.

Jintae checked the time. It was 5 minutes to 9 am. He ripped his Morph off his left wrist, folded it, and shoved it into his jeans pocket. With a watch and the nano phone on it, his wrist looked heavy bandaged. Jintae liked such accessories as bracelets, but he wasn’t fond of cluster.

A bunch of girls passed by and he had to move out of their way, because they were stomping ahead like a horde of gnu, with loss reflecting in their eyes. They were most probably the first years and they couldn’t find their classroom. Jintae didn’t bother. He knew his room was A7 and he had been smart enough to come around the day before and explore the corridors of Philology Faculty, searching for certain rooms. Not to mention he could already see some of his group-mates, decorating the windowsill with their bags. If he had caught it correctly yesterday, there were somewhere around 12 people in his group. There was the Heart-a-gram shirt guy standing there as well and Jintae felt somewhat relieved, he wasn’t the only guy in the group. He sped towards the people gathering around the windowsill, right in front of a wide hollow arc in the bright wall, which opened to two doors: one on the left and the other on the right. Those were room A7 and A8.

As he walked closer he heard the Heart-a-gram shirt talk in a really heavy northwest accent to some girl Jintae hadn’t noticed before. The guy wasn’t even trying to speak in standard language or disguise his dialect. Somehow Jintae felt benevolence towards that boy and a smile crept across his lips. Well, for one, Jintae liked northwest dialect. It was so different from the standard language and sounded strong, hard and daring. Perhaps even exotic. If Jintae had to draw parallels, he would have associated that with Jeollanam dialect back in Korea. Both were equally fascinating. And Jintae was pleasantly surprised to realize that he understood 99% of what the guy was saying. He silently thanked his mother in the corner of his mind.

Jintae looked up at the group again and one of the girls noticed him coming over. She was rather tall and had this really bushy and long dark brown hair, making her look like a very friendly lion. She suddenly grinned at him and began waving her arm hard, yelling:

“Oy!! Over here!! Mornin’!! You’re in our group right~?!” she greeted him and welcomed him into their little crowd, finally enclosing the circle.

“Labas rytas,” Jintae almost bowed, but stopped at the last second.

“Morning, found the place alright?” the Heart-a-gram shirt offered Jintae his hand. “I’m Lukas.”

“Jintae,” the black-haired shook his hand. “I kòde tu kaĺbi angliškai?” the youth blinked.

They all stared at him for a second, trying to register what had just happened here. Somehow they couldn’t relate his appearance and the words he had just spoken. Then suddenly…

“Oh my God! He speaks Lithuanian!!” squeaked the very same shy girl from yesterday with the Pucca bag and covered her mouth.

“No sh1t,” Lukas ogled at him as though Jintae was some strange specimen in a laboratory.

“So are you a Lithuanian?” asked the Lion-mane girl which had greeted him. “You don’t look like one,” she said and Jintae almost rolled his eyes thinking “Thank you Ms Obvious”. “Not to mention your name…”

“I’m half,” he cut her off. “Half.”

“Oooh…”

“Whoah…”

“Nice…”


This is what you get for entering a uni in an exclusively homogenous European country, idiot; Jintae mentally kicked himself, but this was rather amusing as well. Perhaps, deep down in the darkest corner of his heart he was also craving for popularity, just as his father had when he was young. However, contrary to Jinyeong-ajusshi, Jintae wasn’t so eager to satisfy his fans.

“Well, anyways, let us get to know each other,” the Lion-mane shrugged. “I know how usually people introduce themselves into the course of time, but let us be this really orderly group and do it properly, OK?” she looked around waiting for any objection, but since it was morning and everyone did not really care about it per se, she continued. “Ok then, I’ll start. My name’s Laura, nice to meet you.”

“Jintae,” he raised his hand again and eyed everyone, making sure that they could see him.

“Lukas,” the heart-a-gram boy nodded.

“Kamilė,” that was the Pucca bag girl.

“Rasa,” now wearing a blue jacket, she was standing in between Kamilė and this other fair-haired girl with extremely powerful specs.

“Jurga,” said the specs-girl.

“Ana,” this one had really long and wavy blonde hair.

“Irina,” Jintae’s ears caught a distinct pronunciation with long vowels only and concluded this dark-haired girl was Russian.

“Nadezhda, but call me Nadia,” another Russian smiled.

“Ah, then I’m Ira,” Irina laughed.

“Goda,” a hippie-looking girl with really pretty eyes waved nonchalantly.

“Agnė,” a girl with a mild round face and calm brown eyes stepped forward.

“Natalija,” the pink-bag waved at Jintae, exposing her pink nail polish and he almost gulped as she winked at him. “I’m Gemini, what’re you?” she smirked.

“Me?” he stared at her nonplussed.

“Yeah, you know, horoscope sign,” she nodded chewing a bubble gum and a few girls giggled.

“Scorpio,” Jintae answered blankly. “Do you need a blood type too?”

“Ah, darn, I don’t match weeth Scorpios,” Natalija grumbled and as her accent mangled the language, he figured she should also be a Russian. Or Polish.

“Well, but let’s forget Natalija’s crashed hopes and carry on,” Goda giggled. “What IS your blood type?”

“What the hell… is this a 3rd degree or something?” Jintae could barely hold back his laughter. “A. I’m type A.”

“Just like me,” Kamilė clapped happily. “Are you a vegetarian?”

“What? No,” Jintae furrowed at the single thought of living on veggies only. “Why?”

“Well, type A’s are usually vegetarians…” Kamilė reasoned.

“No, I would never…”

“First years?” they heard a loud yet smooth voice with an emphasized British accent and they turned around to see a teacher somewhere around in her late 50’s of early 60’s, with a light creamy suit, glasses and a totally white hair, yet a lipstick on her friendly smiling lips.

“Yes?” a few answered.

“This way please,” she beckoned them to follow after her and she walked through the arc, unlocked room A7 and let them in.

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* Labas rytas - Good morning

* I kòde tu kaĺbi angliškai - And why are you speaking in English (in mid-north dialect. Standard LT would be: Ir kodėl tu kalbi angliškai?, but it's not like you care xDD)

And before anyone says anything - Nadia is Nadezhda for short. Russians love clipping names. And Nadezhda means "hope". There's this great trinity of names xD lol. Nadezhda "Hope", Vera "Faith", Lyubov "Love".

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