Inside Froggie's

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil adjusted his black carry-on bag and undid the label he had placed on it for the flight out of paranoia, entering Froggie's with curiosity while a hand absentmindedly groped for an empty pocket to place it in. He had recently arrived in the city to move into Oceanside early and get used to the city, the sights, the sounds, and anything new that came with culture shock but sugar beckoned him and he answered the call without remorse. Frozen yogurt sounded delicious.

Approaching the counter, he discovered it was relatively easy to communicate though his accent may have been a bit heavy and went to sit to rest from the flight with his delectable purchase. He was tired.

[Aaron Murphy]

"Thank you," Aaron nodded his head and thanked the worker after paying for his Heathbar-flavored fozen yogurt, topped with graham cracker crumbs and more Heathbar. He didn't want to walk and eat and it was always nice to sit down and enjoy the frozen yogurt deliciousness. Aaron sat away from Vergil. He definitely looked like he was not from here. But that was rather obvious with his luggage near him. Aaron debated rather or not to speak to him. He decided no, Aaron did not want to look silly and find himself in a rather... troubled situation by talking to someone who possibly did not speak any English.

[Vergil von Wulf]

A ringing sound came from inside of Vergil's carry-on, prompting him to set down his oreo covered, vanilla confectionery and skulk around inside to find his Nokia. He pulled it out and and hit the call button to pick it up, "Hallo?" It was his mother. Of course it was his mother.
"Hallo? Ja, there vhas no prohblem. Keine angst, mutter. Mm. Mhm."
There was a pause and it was quiet enough to discern a few still worried words here and there by tone.
"Heh. Ich liebe dich auch, und papa auch. Gut nacht mutter."
There was a beep and silence once again as he placed the phone back here it belonged and returned to the abaonded frozen yogurt. A swell of anxiousness was beginning to form a maelstrom in his stomach. He was nervous; he knew if he didn't admit it'd get worse. There were going to be a lot of strangers, and he was scared he was going to stick out sorely and not fit in at all. He hesitated when his next spoonful reached his lips and decided to set it back into almost still full bowl. What a day.

[Aaron Murphy]

Aaron couldn't help but listen to Vergil and his phone conversation. German. It was easy to point out, especially with the harsh-sounding words. Back at home... hearing different languages was rare. After all, why would someone foreign visit a place like Nebraska. Different cultures amazed Aaron and he couldn't fight his curiosity. Besides, what was the chance he would see this German person again? With no knowledge of German, Aaron stood up and walked to Vergil, "hello," Aaron nodded his head. Crap. He didn't know what to say. "Are you from Germany?" umm, duh?

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil looked up from his cup and blinked once as if trying to remember where he was. His thoughts had really taken a strong hold of him. "Hallo. Und yes, I ahm. Ahre yu from around heer?" He held the container in both hands and ran a finger down the side trying to distract himself from the thoughts that still plagued him in the back of his mind; as far as he shoved them, they still crept out and glared like a piece of glass under the sun.

[Aaron Murphy]

"Nah, I'm from Nebraska," Aaron said. Did people from Germany know about Nebraska? Or were they only familiar with major states and cities? "I go to a boarding school around here," Aaron said, his hand motioning to the direction of Oceanside. "Germany, eh?" A smile appeared, "what brings you to Oceanside?" Aaron asked.

[Vergil von Wulf]

"Nehbrahska?" Vergil vaguely knew of the state. "Et es a leetle bit avway from heer, ja?" He stirred his melting yogurt as he spoke then straightened up in his seat when he realized Aaron was still standing before him, "Vhere ahre my mahners- Entschuldigen Sie. Vhy do yu noht sit?" Aaron's question was lost to him as he switched to the common formalities that came with meeting a stranger, culture differences or not. He stuck out a hand, "I ahm Vergil."

[Aaron Murphy]

Aaron listened closely to Vergil. His accent was definitely strong. But Aaron was not dumb, he could pick up on it. Luckily staying at Oceanside allowed him to experience different cultures since people from different countries went to Oceanside. "Thank you," Aaron took his seat that Vergil offered. "Vergil?" Aaron replied, making sure he got the pronunciation right. "I'm Aaron," he replied and he took Vergil's hand and shook it firmly.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil nodded and ignored his not-so-frozen yogurt in favor of the unexpected company; it felt good to talk to someone after such a long flight and a good amount of transfers in between each journey. "Ja, yu goht et." Retreating his hand, he tried not to fiddle with his spoon handle, "Are-rhun?" His teeth caught his lip in a nervous nibble feeling more than a little self conscious about his way with American English. "I ahpologize eff I said et.. unwell."

[Aaron Murphy]

Aaron's smile was weak but her held out a hand as if he was telling him to stop, but only meant that it was fine. "You said it fine, don't worry," Aaron said. He didn't want to confuse Vergil with how to pronounce his name, in case it would mess around with his current knowledge of English. "What brings you America?" Aaron asked, especially a place like Oceanside. Los Angeles seemed like a better place for a tourist spot.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil was very thankful Aaron left it at that and said nothing more on it. He could feel his face beginning to burn slightly as often as he told himself to ignore it and just speak like he always does because that's who he was in the moment. "Vhell, I kame tu go tu the O-shunside school fohr the.. gifted, I theenk et vas. I just goht en." Vergil patted his black carry-on and sighed, hand lingering at a leather case that hung from his belt.

[Aaron Murphy]

Aaron's eyes widen. Vergil had to be kidding. What were the chances that Aaron would talk to a kid attending Oceanside. Aaron's small smiled appeared. "I attend Oceanside, Vergil," Aaron said, looking at the young teenager who sat across from him. "Congratulations on attending," Aaron said.

[Vergil von Wulf]

"Oh! Vow, reely now..? Vhell thes es vehry lucky.. und danke- thahnk yu, Are-rhun." Vergil pushed his up away just a little, sure he wasn't going to eat it now. He'd save it for later and just drink it perhaps. "Yu ahre how vohn vould say.. gifted. Vith vhat eff I may ahsk ofv yu?" Aaron was probably the first person he met in his entire life who had an ability aside from his father who probably wasn't even that well manifested or developed.

[Aaron Murphy]

An index finger touched Aaron's lip and made a silent shhh noise. Although most people around here possibly could not tell what Vergil was saying, thanks to his thick accent, people could understand Aaron. "I'd be silent," Aaron said, "talking about our school in public, outside of campus... is very risky," Aaron said. But Vergil was curious about his powers, and Aaron would tell him. "I'm excellent at jumping and I am rather strong," Are-rhun replied, hoping to sound as discrete as possible.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil went silent when hushed and gave Aaron a simple nod and smile. He probably shouldn't have mentioned it at all in the first place but he appreciated that he was answered anyhow, "Ahre yu out tu enjoy yur day?" The conversation was probably better off shifted away from anything school related.