I am the walrus. -Nuw-

Ivory had quickly taken control of Ebony while she was reading, and was now wandering about the Rose Garden. Having felt fidgety all day, she was in dire need of excitment. After Ebony had wanted to do nothing but read all day that was just where Ivory had to draw the line, afterall she'd just sleep all day tomorrow so that Ebony could do whatever she wanted. For now though, it was her time. Practically power walking throughout the whole garden, she briefly wondered where the maze was that everyone seemed to talk about. It took her a moment to realize though that she had indeed walked into the maze without knowing. "Shit," she muttered to herself now having no idea where in the Rose Garden she was.

Dastardly whistled loudly as he tramped through the garden, his eyes focused on the unlit torches he flipped between his hands. He couldn’t juggle more than five at a time, but he was working for six and it was proving quite difficult. He paused, needing a break, and slid the torches in to his shoulder bag. Dastardly, for the moment, wanted to take time to enjoy the cliché of smelling the roses. Afterward, he would work on flipping fans.

Suddenly, he realized that he was no longer on the garden path but standing between large rows of shrubs. “Ah,” he said a little disappointed.

Ivory blinked for a moment and did a sharp left turn when she heard someone else- a guy to be exact. Being so quick in her step she accidentally ran straight right into him, "Gah! Sorry!" she said backing a few feet away from Dastardly. "Are you stuck here too? I didn't even realize I was walking into the maze," she said a little anxiously with a small frown. Surprisingly enough, this was a day that Ivory was not intoxicated... and yet she still managed to do something stupid.

Dastardly shrugged. “I didn’t notice either, and at least you didn’t bump into me when I had daggers in my hand.” He laughed a little, his smile lingered in his eyes. “So this is a maze then….I see.” He wasn’t so bad at mazes. Growing up in a gypsy wagon, mazes were one of the major attractions at fairs and renfests. All mazes had a key that was similar to the other. The problem was, Dastardly could never remember. “I’m Dastardly by the way.”

Ivory couldn't help but be nice to him since he was nice to her, smiling right back at him she blatantly stuck her hand out as he introduced himself. "I'm Ivory," she replied simply. A second passed before Ivory realized what he had said before, "Whoa... wait... daggers?" she said her eyes going wide. "You have daggers?" she gaped at him for a moment "I wanna see!"

Dastardly grinned and put his hands behind his head, as if he were stretching. Then, with a flourish, put his hands in front of her face showing two shinning daggers in each hand. He tucked two away in his tall black boots, which extended to the knee, and spun the others from one hand to the other. “It’s my job you see…or it was.” Dastardly’s face fell a little at his words.

Ivory blinked cluelessly at him for a moment, seeming fascinated with the daggers only for a moment she turned her attention to his face. "You're job?" she said curiously tilting her head slightly to the side "What was your job?" ... Whatever job he had, she'd sure love to do it- hell it was obvious that it was job involving danger. How fun would that be? Very fun, atleast for Ivory's standards.

“My job was entertainment,” Dastardly said, flipping the daggers gracefully in the air between them. They floated like feathers, seemingly floating by themselves before briefly touching Dastardly’s fingertips and fluttering back into the air. “But my knee got busted up in the jousting practice ring, and my Uncle thought it would be the best time to secure my education in an actual school.” He flipped the daggers again, and they turned into decretive fans with a royal blue colour and gold lace and trimmings.

Ivory blinked at him for a moment and continued to stare in wonder at all the tricks he did. There was no way in heck he could get on her bad side now if he could do stuff like that. Seeming momentarily hypnotized her mouth opened slightly to speak, but then she found herself unable to come up with any words. A few minutes passed and she was finally able to come up with something, "That's... so...," she furrowed her eyebrows "cool." A second passed and she shook her head with a frown "I mean the whole entertainment part," she explained seeming a little flustered. Why was she like this? She wasn't normally this amazed, or just downright nervous about something. "That sucks about the knee part," she then said, not really sounding sorry though.

Dastardly blushed and slid the fans into his satchel. He was used to massive crowds ooohing and ahhing before him, not a singular person… an attractive one at that. He rubbed the back of his neck, not able to rid himself from the brightening blush. “So…what brings you to here? The school I mean?” he said finally, coughing to clear his head. When she had commented on the knee, he shifted it self-consciously. Sometimes it hurt enough for him to want to take the pills prescribed to him, but Dastardly didn’t approve of most drugs if they weren’t an absolute need.

"I... well...," she blinked for a second, trying to figure out what to say. She could tell him her natural power, she could say she shared a body with her twin or she could just say she had the spirit of a fire dragon in her. "It's kind of a long story," she said grinning at him. She figured it'd be better to say everything now so that there wouldn't be any surprises later... that is if they were ever to meet again. "I share a body with my twin Ebony," Ivory explained "I had died so my mom called upon elemental dragons for help and they combined my soul with my twin's soul, but as they combined our souls they sort of got stuck in there with us too- so Ebony can control the wind, and I can control fire," she said all of this in one breath, and holding up her hand toward Dastardly; she demonstarted her fire power as a small flame appeared out of no where. She then closed her hand and it disappeared, "My natural power though is that I can feel what other people feel," she said.

Dastardly raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. “Alright then. That’s unique. Do you do any tricks with your skills?” Dastardly himself knew a few simple tricks with the flame, but he couldn’t conjure up fire or wind with his mind. He had to use tools. He thought about what she said for a little while then, slowly, asked, “So…how can I tell the difference when your twin is talking?”

"Not really," Ivory replied with a simple shrug. As he asked her how he would be able to tell the difference between her and Ebony, she resisted the urge to giggle. "Oh, you'll be able to tell," she said easily "I mean... we're exact opposites," she explained "she's very... demure." As if that explained Ebony and her introverted personality. She smiled at Dastardly, not really knowing how else to explain it.

Dastardly nodded and looked around the maze, having run out of things to say. Habitually, he spun a little coin in the air and passed it over his knuckles. A nervous habit he was perfectly unaware of. Before he learned coin trick, he had stuffed his face with chewing gum, until it caused him to drool. “So,” he said at last, inspecting the greenery. “How do we get out of this maze? I mean, I can burn it down sure…but somehow I don’t think the school would approve.”