Zef The Owl
Senior Member
Thrun Mukurn
Interactions: Spencypoo (Anne)
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Thrun was looking out the window of the bus. Just looking back at the school, he was starting to doubt that listening to Gigi had been a brilliant idea. Maybe rather then making some kind of connection he should just be focusing on surviving his studies, beyond just getting study groups anyway. Aside from Gigi, Thrun really had been very isolated honestly, and Gigi was such a socialite he barely saw her. Dayana he'd screwed things up with, his roomate he barely ever saw, Dominique didn't like him one bit, he'd scared that Fang guy into submission practically. Honestly aside from Gigi, he hadn't really been very successful in making friends. This recent failure had just added salt to the wound.
An indignant, Orcy side of Thrun wanted to be stubborn. After-all Dayana had ditched him too when he had put his good name on the line making that plan to sneak into the school, and also because of her sister, and he'd all but brushed that aside.
That didn't last long though, it wasn't in Thrun's nature to hold grudges and he knew even thinking about it too long wouldn't make anything better. Like always, he forced down the stubborn orc in him and tried to think above it, the side that wanted to be defensive, strong, just wanted conflict and nothing else. The side of Orcs he hated, and why he hated fighting, despite very much enjoying a fight.
His thoughts were interrupted by a woman's voice, he blunk and lazily looked over. There was an unfamiliar woman there, "Oh, hey, I'm Thrun." He said, despite this woman having the same text color as him he couldn't dirge up much energy to give more then a weakened friendly smile. He tried, Thrun was an optimist, it just wasn't in his nature not to try. "Can i uh, help you with something?" He asked, he immediately knew she wanted something. People didn't approach him, not a single person had since he had joined the school. So logically it must have been because she wanted something.
He wasn't wrong either.
Bula Mukurn
Interactions: Cello. (Pyrite)
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Bula looked around as they boarded the bus. She quickly realized Thrun wasn't on this bus, he was a green orc afterall he kind of stuck out. She breathed a sigh of relief, taking off her ring and turning back to her normal Orcy appearance. She grinned, waggling the ring a bit, "Yeah pretty cool right? You want to wear it I bet you'd make a cute girl." She teased, obviously just messing with him. She then leaned back with a sigh, looking up thoughtfully and tilting her head some. "Yeah no I dunno..." She shrugged. "Kinda weird, we just got here. Maybe all of the property damage was too much, decided we were too much trouble and they're shipping us all off to juvie in one batch." She giggled at the thought. Depending on which bus Pyrite picked, they miiiight have ended up on the same bus as Dayana potentially. Potentially, in which case she would stick out like a sore thumb with the ring off.
Interactions: Spencypoo (Anne)
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Thrun was looking out the window of the bus. Just looking back at the school, he was starting to doubt that listening to Gigi had been a brilliant idea. Maybe rather then making some kind of connection he should just be focusing on surviving his studies, beyond just getting study groups anyway. Aside from Gigi, Thrun really had been very isolated honestly, and Gigi was such a socialite he barely saw her. Dayana he'd screwed things up with, his roomate he barely ever saw, Dominique didn't like him one bit, he'd scared that Fang guy into submission practically. Honestly aside from Gigi, he hadn't really been very successful in making friends. This recent failure had just added salt to the wound.
An indignant, Orcy side of Thrun wanted to be stubborn. After-all Dayana had ditched him too when he had put his good name on the line making that plan to sneak into the school, and also because of her sister, and he'd all but brushed that aside.
That didn't last long though, it wasn't in Thrun's nature to hold grudges and he knew even thinking about it too long wouldn't make anything better. Like always, he forced down the stubborn orc in him and tried to think above it, the side that wanted to be defensive, strong, just wanted conflict and nothing else. The side of Orcs he hated, and why he hated fighting, despite very much enjoying a fight.
His thoughts were interrupted by a woman's voice, he blunk and lazily looked over. There was an unfamiliar woman there, "Oh, hey, I'm Thrun." He said, despite this woman having the same text color as him he couldn't dirge up much energy to give more then a weakened friendly smile. He tried, Thrun was an optimist, it just wasn't in his nature not to try. "Can i uh, help you with something?" He asked, he immediately knew she wanted something. People didn't approach him, not a single person had since he had joined the school. So logically it must have been because she wanted something.
He wasn't wrong either.
Bula Mukurn
Interactions: Cello. (Pyrite)
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Bula looked around as they boarded the bus. She quickly realized Thrun wasn't on this bus, he was a green orc afterall he kind of stuck out. She breathed a sigh of relief, taking off her ring and turning back to her normal Orcy appearance. She grinned, waggling the ring a bit, "Yeah pretty cool right? You want to wear it I bet you'd make a cute girl." She teased, obviously just messing with him. She then leaned back with a sigh, looking up thoughtfully and tilting her head some. "Yeah no I dunno..." She shrugged. "Kinda weird, we just got here. Maybe all of the property damage was too much, decided we were too much trouble and they're shipping us all off to juvie in one batch." She giggled at the thought. Depending on which bus Pyrite picked, they miiiight have ended up on the same bus as Dayana potentially. Potentially, in which case she would stick out like a sore thumb with the ring off.