Fantasy Clash of the Cliques: A Modern Fantasy High School RP

[MechaGhoul]

At the Punk Table


Sephiroth gave a quick nod towards Steve, as he glanced towards Ryker. All the while, another punk who was sitting somewhat near this trio of Punks, moved a few paces so Steve would have a place to sit at. Ryker cocked his head back as he glanced at him, while casually pulling out his brush again.


He quickly began going through the end of his hair, trying to get out whatever gunk was there. Ryker kicked his feet back on the table as he glanced towards Steve, "Bitch messed with my POMP." He angrily hissed out as he brushed through it. Sephiroth gave a quick nod towards him, "But he's right y'know. Some other kid gonna take out that trash. We got more important things to do."


Wambam gave a few signals with his hands as he nodded in agreement. "Fo Shizzle." Ryker smirked as Steve brought up his plan, "See, now this is why I like you Fixerboy." He said as he brushed through his hair once more. "You always seem to get those wily solutions. Yeah, gonna make sure to score those. Cuz the bitch messed with the Pomp. No one messes with Ryker's Pomp and gets out of it unscathed." He looked towards Wambam, "Y'diggin' it?" The blinged out kid gave a nod towards him. Ryker grinned as he brushed through his hair once more. "Yeah, far more important things. Gonna go mess with those Preppy Bastard's 'special little castle'. So we gotta get the supplies from Dealer and his goons, after brunch is all well and finished. You're up for a little run ain'tcha?" He said smirking at Steve.


At the Preppy Table


Charlotte Winchester stared at Dusty and gave a frown, as she brushed back a few strands of hair. "I was discussing matters with someone more fitting of my caliber." She gave a small gesture towards a Slyph who was wearing glasses with a black trim, and silver hair.


She then returned her attention back to Dusty,"But you insisted on nosing into the matter, like a pig sniffing out truffles." Harrington watched this conversation nervously, hoping his dear associate Dusty would not be in any unwanted situation. "However." She wagged her index finger a little as she extended out her palm in small waving gesture, "Since you seem to be so eager to help a proper lady, I suppose I should fill you in. After all, why waste my servant when I can make you waste yours, and solve my problem?"


Charlotte smiled, and quickly hid said smile with her right hand. She then drew her attention back to the man. She tilted her head as she pondered upon an suitable explanation. One that would be vague enough, yet reveal enough information to get the boy the knowledge to do what she wanted. "There is an unsavory element which I have the misfortune of having to deal with. Unfortunately, so far the few bit of staff I have sent out, have not given my results that I would like to see. What I need is the pest who goes around calling himself, 'The Dealer' to be, silenced if you will."

 

[Supercomicbookgirl]

Aiona was furious. who does this man think he is, comparing me, ME, to a commoner She had worked just as hard as he did to get this place.


probably even harder! One of the servants brings her a cup, she takes a small sip and keeps quiet for a while.


It isn't very lady like to lash out so she kept it in, but she was very close to the verge of exploding.


Then she noticed the goblin girl asking her something. is this for real, I taught that this faction was meant for the higher-class, that I would finally have someone other than my servants to talk with, but all they do is be rude to me


The goblin girl was waiting for a response, Aiona was going to try say this as nice as possible.


'It's not that I don't know, it's more that before this, I only had my servants to talk with, because my parents locked me away in our house, so it's a little troublesome' that went better than I thought, I think


'pftt' A gremlin behind her made a sound with his mouth.


So close to not being able to take it anymore, she still managed to keep a straight face.

 

[Boomrocker]

While Ryker conversed with Wambam quickly, Steve took a moment to greet some of the other members at the table. "Hey girls, how you doin'? Chat later, yeah?" he was saying to the dwarf girl and the human girl with the significant rack. But then Ryker was talking again, and he warranted a response.


"'Course I'm up for a run, yo," the fixer drawled, leaning back in the chair and putting his hands behind his head. His feet did not occupy the table like Ryker's did. Say what you will about comfort, but his boots were greasy and dirty and he was not in the mood for an argument with the prefects this early in the morning. "I wanna have a chat to our man, see what he's got, y'know?"


His eyes wandered past Rey, whom they dubbed Pops because of his age, across the table where brutish trolls were eating entire milk cartons, past the harmless asthmatics playing what Steve was positive was make believe magical sex games on the table, to where the rich bitches were squirreled away from the rest of society. Oh, those sons of bitches. Steve was looking forward to the day when these representatives of the authoritarian empire they enforced would be torn down and fed to the wolves. "Fuckin' ivory towers, man," he rumbled. "'Ey, Riker. This shit goes well, we goin' have some fun tonight, y'diggin' it?"

 

[PhilosophyArcade]

Morris was the last one off the bus and into the line, hanging at the back, watching the new students, the old ones, the prefects, the school. At his last school he was the local terror, the kid people whispered about where they thought he couldn't hear and who the teachers all hoped they wouldn't have the misfortune of having in their class. And this new school? Some chickenhawk with a tail, a few big, dumb brutes, a bunch of nerds pretending to be good at anything ever, some smug flying loser who managed to catapult himself into a table and then back out of it by the manservant of a bunch of rich kids who couldn't even tie their own damn shoes?


Same song, second verse.

 

[Blumenkranz]

A single miniature icosahedron trundled in front of Maya. A beautifully engraved 20 could be read on the uppermost side of the dice. Wow, whoever rolled this was very lucky! Even though with single-dice systems the probability of getting any given number was equal and only determined by the number of sides of the die, the girl's eyes still widened: despite just being a single possibility between twenty, just like rolling a 17 or a 5, Nat20 were doubly special.


A scaly hand grabbed the small polyhedron from the table. Maya looked out of the corner of her eye, just to see a thin snake man with a bunch of books and a cardboard screen placed vertically in front of him. The girl's eyes timidly rolled back into her copy of Encephalonwizard. She truly didn't want to see how this ended.


Perhaps it was the ninth time she had read that book, but she still loved every single paragraph of it. It was a nostalgic feeling, from the times where she still was able to comment her readings with her beloved sister.


Sadly, she was not with her anymore. Maya was not sure if living in the United States brought her a few kilometers nearer to her sibling, but it was not like it would have mattered that much. Amelie's work forced her to travel a lot, and even if she was currently next to Maya, this could (and would) change pretty quickly.


But she was still her personal heroine, nonetheless.

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé was barely keeping herself from laughing as it was, not that if she had laughed it would matter. That would be silent, too. But she had just been presented with a whole slew of potential pranking victims: An awkward nerd, a big dumb brute, the new, indignant rich girl... It was like being a kid at a candy shop, and all the candy was also very socially awkward and ready to lash out at anyone who came close! The absolute ideal scenario.


Using just a bit more creativity this time, Étouffé summoned up the perfect tool for her new scheme: An invisible claw gripping tool, extendable and ready for action. This next act of slapstick was sure to cause an uproar! Reaching very carefully forward, she finagled the claw part around one of the belt loops on the pants of the skinny edgelord in the lunch line. Not even pausing a moment, Étouffé pulled down as hard as she could, pantsing the poor, socially awkward punk in front of the whole, full, very judgmental cafeteria. Hilarious.

 

[NetherLightGod]

Luna wasn't quite happy having had nothing to do. She was currently at her favorite place of the entire school. The Library. She was in middle of reading a book that hovered in front of her but she wasn't really all that interested in it at the moment. It was just for keeping people away. People know what it's like to disturb someone while they are reading and in a school full of abnormalities, the consequences were even more dangerous considering you don't know who is what and what they'll do to you if you piss them off.


In Luna's case, She'll move likely make you bend in ways no one should. As such no one really bothered her while she read. As she turned the page, her steel orbs began to float around her as usual, making her self seem like the sun with the orbs as the planets.

 

[MechaGhoul]

At the Nerd Table


The Snake hissed out as he stared at the fellow players. "Oh, oh you are all not going to like this at all." He let out a hacking cough, as a few strains of spit fly over his books.


"The clouds which barely reach over the Dark Wizaa-Ackaha-" The snake-creature coughed out, "Ssssorry, hissed a bit there. Wizard's Tower have turned black and are crackling with energy! The sky just above you has turned red, as the large bolts of stone begin to SSSSSSHOOOOOWER DOWN UPON YOU!" He began cackling wildly, "Aaaaand, that ssssseeeems like a good point to end this sessssion on."


The four individuals who were near the Snakeman moaned in unison. "AH jeez" Grumbled out a blue imp who was standing ontop of a few books, peering at the sheet. The green imp who was standing next to him a nod. The acne covered Hobgoblin gave a bit of a frown, "Oh jeez, welp, I better start re-rolling a new character." And then there was just a blonde haired boy with a few freckles on his face who just stared.


The Snakeman hissed out, "But fret not fair adventurers! For there is a new and more glorious mission for you. One full of XP and Treasures Untold." He held out his scaled hand for a dramatic gesture, which was not at all dramatic. "Lo, there is an artifact of power, hiding in the Tombs of the Dancing Priestesses of the War-Tribe of the Skinned Boar! I beseech of you noble adventurers to venture deep into their lair and recover the Undergarments of Untold Secrets!" The Goblins and the Hobgoblin gave a deep gasp, knowing how dangerous the adventure would be.


That blonde hair boy, raised his hand. "Er what?" He inquired. The three laughed at him a bit, as the Snakeman muttered out, "Freakin' NORMIES." After a sigh of annoyance the Snakeman glanced at the newest of the initiates. "You need to study your knowledge of Common, Sir Edgar the Naive. However I shall speak of it in your strange tongue. I need you adventurers to venture deep into the Cheerleader's Changing-room and steal their underpants." The blonde hair boy just stared with his mouth agape.


"Or, er I'd also uhm, send you guys to uh, g-get back my luckier dice from that Gnoll Bully Blacktooth. B-b-but that's a much higher challenge level." The Snakeman timidly said.


At the Punk Table


As Steve gave the somewhat flirtatious greeting, the Dwarf gave him a coy smile. "Ach, bettah since y'been talkin'. Loooove me a greasey-" She was interrupted by the human girl with the rather prominent rack. "-Name the time and the place boy." She said with a smirk as she leaned in close, using her natural assets.


Ryker gave a bit of an annoyed scowl as the ladies paid attention to Steve of all people. But before he could have a chance to vent his concerns, he was addressed again by him. "Aye, ya we totally gonna have a lil' chat. Got Wambam." He cocked his head as he gestured to him, "To fill out an advance order y'dig." Wambam did a few signs, "Shiiiiieeeeet, I was able to get 'im hook us up with some whack stuff." Sephiroth smiled as he held out his hand to receive a high-five from him. And that he did, as Wambam gave him a high five.


Brushing his pomadour, in an obsessive tic like fashion, Ryker smirked at Steve. "We're totally gonna have fun tonight." He held out his hand for a high-five. "After makin' those Robber Barons squirm. I think I can find something else fun, less y'gotta anything."


At the Preppy Table


Upon hearing Aiona's response she tried to hold down a grin. It was such an amusing, and pitiful thing that was said. But frankly, she didn't know whether or not she should feel pity, contempt, or just downright hysteria from it. "Ehehehehehehehehehe!" She burst out giggling, "Oh. Oh. Only having discussion with servants, my word. I-oh, oh. I frankly don't know how to feel right now. Heheheh. Oh, aaahahaha." After much giggling, she reached for her glass as she took another drink from it.


The yeti-man Harrington just peered at Aiona curiously. "Riiiiiiiiight. Well such a jest has lightened the mood considerably. I suppose." He swirled his chalice around, before taking another sip of the liquid within.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty perked his eyebrows inquisitively at Charlotte. How did she get into trouble with a dealer? Is she addicted to something? Whatever it was, she had issues with some lowborn marketeer, and that simply wouldn't do.


"Why, Miss Winchester, I never thought you'd come to bad terms with a 'dealer'! The fact that you've been sending servants instead of the Prefects to deal with this issue is just another poor decision you've made, I'm afraid. But, if you really don't want any law enforcement in on this, I suppose I have to help you out... for a reasonable commission of my choosing, of course. Do you have anything that could help me? A name, a location, a profile?"


Dusty realized that, if this woman's servants had issues with this 'Dealer', he would most likely be walking into a tough situation. He'd need some support! He already knew at least one person who would help him, but he needed someone else. He'd need some more muscle, and he'd need some intellectual support. Maybe he could bring on a few of the grognards at the Nerd table. It would be child's play to give them an assuredly evil force to rally behind, they always failed to separate fantasy from reality.


"Harrington, would you like to come help me with this little vermin problem Miss Winchester seems to be having? I can guarantee you it would be better than what our friends have planned at the mansion."

 

[PhilosophyArcade]

People were so easy to scare. Morris seemed to do it on autopilot. He was almost bored by the idea that sooner or later someone would flip their shit because God have mercy but they didn't like how he was staring at them. Not that he was even staring at them specifically half the time, usually just zoning out being bored like everyone else, but inevitably someone made a federal fucking issue out of the fact that he tended to stare into the middle distance instead of his feet when bored, or something else equally stupid and trivial. He almost welcomed the power play. The sooner these people learned he wasn't anyone to be taken lightly, the sooner they would learn to keep their distance. It was never hard to hey what's that tugging on my oh fuck.


Scowling with fury, Morris pulled his pants back up around his waist. Who had seen it? Christ, why was he even asking, it was the cafeteria, everyone who hadn't seen it would hear about it and there were already people laughing. But they would also see the follow-up. It's cool, Morris thought to himself, I can roll with this, I just need to make an example out of someone. Except...He wasn't really near anyone. Except that one girl with the wings and ears and tail was about eight-ish feet away? But she was closer than anyone else. It must've been her, and if he was going to make a statement it had to be before the laughter died down and the goldfish-like attention span of those the bureaucracy had laughably dubbed his peers was exhausted. And that kind of time limit didn't leave time for extensive investigations or subtle and precise planning. So instead Morris just stalked towards the griffin girl, conjured fire on his knuckles, and aimed a punch at her face.


@Wild Born

 

[MechaGhoul]

At the Preppy Table


Charlotte narrowed her eyes at Dusty. "Oh, you nativity is not charming. My first plan was contacting the Prefect. However, to my misfortune, the Prefects who knew of him, struck an accord." She hissed out the last bit of words with a seething fury. "Because they have made a deal to take some cuts with him, and felt that he was, fairly harmless. And as long as he paid them a bit of coin, they wouldn't mind his little operation." She crossed her arms under her chest and gave a huff.


"We shall discuss your commission after you bring me results. As for clues I'm sure you are capable of using this one. One of his goons, a Spriggan known as Dewberry operates near that Greenhouse a few paces away from that broken fountain, further north of the main campus. He should be an easy catch for a person of status, even a New Rich should be able to handle it." She said giving a smug grin.


Meanwhile Harrington peered at Dusty and gave a nod. "Quite, I must say, it would do good to help our kind with such issues." He leaned in close as he spoke again to him in a whisper, "And yes, I'd rather appreciate a small break from the mingling at the manor."


In the Cafeteria


Yes, quite a few people were laughing at Morris, including a bored looking Satyr Prefect who was idly playing with a yo-yo. And occasionally the Satyr was watching Morris. But he quickly returned his attention back to his yo-yo, disregarding this for the moment.


However one thing was certain. Etouffe was entertaining the cafeteria, as it filled up with uproarious laughter. While they were not all certain who was behind such amusing antics, one thing was for sure. They were amusing antics, and many students hoped it would continue to go on.


Entertainer Table


A blue see-through spirit was chuckling out, giving a bit of an echo with his laughter. "Oh, today is a good day for laughs is it not?" He said as he focused whatever his incorporeal eyes would be on a boy who was wearing a light blue hoody with a shark fin on the top of it. The boy nodded as he took a chug of soda, "Yeah, really is. Then again, every day is suitable for laughter."


Placing his soda can back down. The boy puffed out his cheeks, as his face started turning red. After some time, it then turned a shade of blue, as the ghost began cackling out. The boy who willing deprived himself of oxygen for laughs quickly relented as he took in some deep breaths. "O-O-Ooooh.... A-ah, was it funny?" The ghost pondered for a moment before waving his ethereal hand a little, "Slightly. But could've gone on longer, and you didn't plant your face into something funny. But it was still funny."


The boy frowned a bit. "Hn, guess I'm going to need to re-write my material. Hopefully I can become a truly amusing Entertainer." The ghost gave a nod, "The path to Comedy is filled with errs, and is err. Mean could always go Drama." The boy shook his head, "Nah, I wanna make people laugh."


Giving a shrug, the ghost responded once more. "Well, sometimes the darkest tragedy is the best comedy."

 

[ComradeSenpai]

Yumi's breaths were slightly too heavy as her legs pumped and thumped in time. The thoughts racing through her head pertained only to her noon medicine, and whether she could help her table with the game they were playing.


"Hello~" she greeted the nerd table as she got close enough, sitting down with a bowl of soup broth and a slice of bread; a hearty lunch no doubt.


"I see you're playing that.... 'Dean and Deed.' I heard it was fun. Can I join? I bet I'd be great at doing the..." her eyes briefly darted around the table, smile unfaltering, "rolling dice... this isn't a gambling game, is it?"

 

[DrBones]

Dusty listened to what Charlotte said, but pointedly ignored her in favor of speaking to Harrington. One of the most sinister ways any Preppy could offend another Preppy is to demonstrate that you acknowledge their attentions, but refuse to reciprocate it. Dusty, knowing full well how easily-offended Charlotte could get, decided to exercise this principle at full force.


"We have some time before lunch ends. We'll speak with this Dewberry and convince her that we want to meet this 'Dealer'. Then, when a meeting is arranged, we strike. After that is all finished, we can go to your training exercise and compare notes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some recruiting to do."


Dusty got up without any fanfare, and nonchalantly made his way over to the Nerds' table. In order for his plan to work, he'd need to abandon dignity and dive face-first into the dregs of society. Putting on the most dramatically deep voice possible, he cleared his throat and attempted to catch the attention of the Nerds present. Dusty was never one for acting, but he felt his speech would move at least one of the assorted Nerds. If not, he'd just have to bring about a Factionless goon or two.


"Ho, there! I am in need of a party of tacticians and geniuses, and I feel I could find some amongst your kind. It will be a dangerous... quest, but one that will shape the state of this... realm! Who among you is ready to, uh... sally forth and strike fear into evil's heart today?"

 

[Supercomicbookgirl]

They straight up laughed at her! this was it, her bucket was full, all it took was a few minutes.


This is going to be a long year.


Her hands started shaking heavily, she tried to take another sip from her drink, but she couldn't even hold the cup.


Her face twisted, and she covered it with her hands.


'If you will excuse me, I have to go now'


She walked a little funny, twitchy, but as soon as she was out of the cafeteria, and out of sight, she ran as fast as she could to a near by restroom.


When she was sure no one was around or watching, she kicked the door open, she looked in the mirror she looked horrible.


Still her hands hadn't stopped shaking, the anger just was to much to handle, she punched a hole in wall next to her.


She is way tougher than she looks, if someone gets her really angry, she can easily break someone's face.


The vibrations caused the mirror to break.


'HOW DARE THEY JUST BLUNTLY LAUGH AT ME, they think that my youth was funny! maybe I should imprison them in a cage of solitude see how they like it then!'


She looked at the sink filled with pieces of glass, she turned on the water, running water always seemed to calm her down, she splashed some i her face. 'I need to calm down, hurting things isn't going to help anybody'


I face to find a quiet place, maybe read a good book


The library, that's where she decided to go.


Slowly she open the bathroom door, and carefully looks down both ends of the hall. oh please let no one have noticed me


She steps outside, and dusts off any dirt that soiled her dress, it must have fallen from the wall she punched, he hands were still bleeding a bit.


She noticed a sign she hadn't seen the first time she entered. oh my god, that's so disgusting! I touched the walls in there! I touched that sink!


What she didn't know when she so hastily entered, was that it was actually the male restroom.


As fast as she could she ran to the library.


There the librarian, a purple one-eyed demon with cheeks so soggy that they were hanging almost around her waist, I pretty sure that if she wanted too she could use those things as a scarf, way to much makeup and reading glasses, stared at her as she was patting because of running so hard, and put one of her long skinny, well manicured fingers to her lips. 'shhh'


yeah, yeah I'm silent


She walked up to one of the many bookcases and searched for maybe a good novel.


All the other people in the library seemed to stare at her as well as the librarian, she was keeping a good eye on her.


Aiona found it unsettling but it's to be expected, as perfects don't come here very often

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé listened in on the conversation of the dullard Preppy brute from earlier, the one she had pricked with a pin. He was making some plans... Recruiting nerds... To be honest, Étouffé didn't actually care what his plan was. It was mischief, and she loved mischief. A perfect chance to spread chaos and confusion, or at the very least, get a few cheap laughs. With a slow and seductive mime walk, Étouffé strolled directly up to Dusty and tapped him innocently on his shoulder. She knew he wasn't PARTICULARLY bright, and thought that perhaps her "feminine wiles" would be enough to convince him she should come along.

 

[ComradeSenpai]

"Oh." Yumi turned around in her seat to face the newcomer, greeting him with a soft smile. The elf seemed much more fit and well kept than the lot she normally sat with. It warmed the young girl's heart to see that he was willing to see past social barriers, even in the midst of the blatant melodrama that normally plagued highschools. Yumi, of course, never got terribly emotional over small things, usually because of weirdly low hormonal levels due to various glandular problems, and occasionally due to heavy painkillers.


"Do you need help with something, Mister? I'd be happy to go along. Especially if it's for a good cause! Is this a charity of some kind?"

 

[MechaGhoul]

At the Nerd Table


As the sickly Yumi approached, the Snakeman hiding behind the assembled books and cardboard wall, hissed out a bit as he kept his eyes slightly above. "It is Monsters and Mazes, you treacherous ssssssuuuuuucuuuub-" Before he could finish, the blonde hair nerd quickly interrupted. "U-uh, considering, er, o-one of the quests you offered was, you know, stealing cheerleader's undies, don't you think it'd be wise if er-." The Snakeman darted a gaze towards the boy, glaring a bit.


The other three stared at her for a moment, before quickly turning back towards the Snakeman. For they did not wish to anger him. He'd probably kill the newest characters they would have to roll up. He tapped his claws behind the cardboard barrier that separated him from the normies. "Well, I have given Sir Edgar the benefit of the doubt. I shall do the same for the woman. Lo, you have heard the quest from Edgar. Dare you join such a ques-?"


At the Preppy Table


Charlotte gave a contemptuous sneer to Dusty as he ignored her. He ignored her in favor of that savage Yeti, Harrington that New Rich. However, they were going to solve her little issue, without much fuss. So she kept the matter in the back of her head for now. All the while Harrington gave a nod towards Dusty as he came up with the plan.


"Right, recruitment duties would be a most excellent idea. Reduce the risk to ourselves, in favor of them harming the far more meager paupers." Harrington spoke as he followed him out in a simple matter.


The Goblin girl gave a sly smirk towards the Aloine, as she left the table and went to some other destination. She couldn't even handle the game of politics. With a smug sense of satisfaction she carved into some veal that was still left on her plate.


Back at the Nerd Table


"-t?" The Snakeman inquired as his pupils grew with a sense of fear. For a true noble approached. His toadiness kicked in as he gave a quick squeak of an introduction, "Aah, a Noble from the Bountiful North. W-welcome to our Magical Realm." The other four immediately lost their intention towards the girl, and instead focused on the two Preppies that were there before them.


The Snakeman was amused, at how he was trying to speak the language of his kind. It appeared that the Preppies wanted to hire him and his band out. However, the Snakeman knew what he had to do first. "I sssseeeee... But. These Noble Knights of the Realm-" He said as he gestured to his four nerd compatriots, "Have a quest you see. To venture towards the holdings of the Dancing Priestesses of the Wartribe of the Skinned Boar."


He hissed out as he tapped at his scaled face. "Buuuut, for such a noble, I ssssuppose this guild would be willing to help out on your quest. Pray thee, what is the nature of this evil which hath plagued you?"


All the while, there was a man who was reading a Mongolian comicbook. The boy was dressed in a blue coat, which looked like it was a costume piece from some Shonen. The boy adjusted his thick black rimmed glasses on his face, as he noticed the mime. A Preppy did not deserve it. He knew what she needed, him. And he was a desperate guy for love.


Scmoozing over close to the Mime, the boy spoke up, as he kept a pseudo-suave grin. "I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?" The boy said nodding towards the mime.


All the while, Harrington just narrowed his eyes as he glared at the man. He then glanced towards Dusty. He should be fine with dealing with such a situation.

 

[Parsnip]

Curtis mumbled a "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am." and wandered over to the Jock table, placing his tray down carefully, so as not to let the chicken cutlets spill, and sitting crosslegged on the floor.


"Uh, hi again. I-I'm gonna eat lunch here again today, if that's okay with you guys.", he whispered sheepishly for what was probably the 90th time this year, "If you want me to, uh, leave, just, er, tell me."


Curtis fumbled with his plastic fork until his enormous gloved hands had something resembling a decent grip and clumsily speared a chicken cutlet, gnawing on the dry, chewy foodstuff thoughtfully. He watched as Aiona flipped her shit over something or other and stormed out of the cafeteria. Weird girl, that one. Ever since Aiona had punched that brittle bones kid in the face, the girl seemed to be under the impression that she was some sort of superhumanly strong brawler. He took another bite.

 

[Boomrocker]

Bam. High five returned. Bros before hoes.


"Hey man, you got anythin' more interestin' than tryin' to fix up an old five-speed stick shift I'm all ears," Steve drawled in response. It was odd how, as a Floridan, he had an accent that sounded like someone from Tennessee. "Maybe get somma' tha... OOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!"


Over Ryker's shoulder, Steve had just seen the kid with the firey fists clobber the factionless gryphon. His hands flew into the air, he nearly fell off his chair, and he most definitely had not been able to restrain his cry. Suffice it to say, his loud outburst had caught the attention of most of the rest of his table. "Ryker, buddy!" he exclaimed. "Turn yo' ass! Gad-DAYUM!"

 

[DrBones]

Dusty grinned widely as the Nerds around him seemed to reciprocate his request. Then, someone tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to whirl around to face her. The culprit, a mime, appeared to be admiring him. Though the thought of canoodling with a Nerd subtly disgusted him, Dusty would be willing to take one on the chin for the sake of the mission.


"It's simple. There's some nasty bastard called 'The Dealer', who's managed to avoid the attention of the Prefects through bribery and violence. It's high time he gets what's coming to him. Only problem is that I don't know where this Dealer is. I'll need a few of you to stick with me as I gather information, and another few to build a plan of action when I get a name and a location. Who would like to help me?"

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé looked from the disturbed, greasy nerd to Dusty, her blank-looking eyes suddenly appearing very pleading. She pulled herself closer to him, trying to imply her own helplessness at the hands of this lanky aggressor. Though she did not truly bear any feelings for this large slab, she certainly preferred his muscles to the rolls of fat sure to be waiting in the other direction. Her lip quivered, as though she was scared. No true gentleman could ever pass up such an obvious cry for help.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty watched as the mime from before was cheesily accosted by a Nerd. The pickup line the kid used was so awful it had to be false... this must be a test of character! With a totally false heroic gleam in his eye, Dusty puffed his chest out and prepared to defend the girl that he had no interest in and was, quite frankly, disgusted by. Whatever got the Nerds' trust was worth it.


"Ahem!" he said to the lanky Nerd, "I don't think the lady likes the way you're speaking to her. If I were you, I'd step away before she gets scared. I don't want any of you getting distracted from the mission by some girls or comic books or video games or whatever, especially not before it's even begun! Do you understand me?"

 

[MechaGhoul]

At the Nerd Table


The Snakeman glanced from side to side, then he peered down at his champion knights. Well, his fellow gaming buddies really. They kept their attention on the Preppy who sought to hire them. It would be a diversion from their intended quest, to raid and liberate the garments which they sought.


Harrington stood still and silent as Dusty continued on. Though occasionally he scratched at his furred jaw. He shivered a bit, not due to coldness, he was a Yeti after all, but because he had to be here with Nerds. Truly it was a horrid fate that he had suffered. However, the commission that he and Dusty would receive from Charlotte would be well worth it.


"I sssseeee. Such a sinister ruffian who plagues your kingdom, I see. Howeve-" The blonde hair kid quickly raised his hand. He lowered his head, as the Snakeman and the other three glared at him. The boy turned to face Dusty, "E-er, I-I'll go. N-not because I don't want to do our quest!" He said as he frantically turned to face his friends.


He waved his hands around as his face grew red. "It's because I don't want to get the shit kicked out of me by the Cheerleaders. And then probably by the Football Team." The boy muttered out, feeling ashamed at his weakness. The Snakeman flicked out his tongue as he stared down at the boy with contempt. "And what of the other three?"


The Hobgoblin glanced at Dusty, "W-will you help us with our quest, if we help you sire?" The Snakeman paused for a moment,"Yessss, what services will you provide to the Guild for such a quest? You may have one knight, but he is a low level knight. Unlike the others of the Guild."


All the while, the nerd with the coat just stared his mouth agape. How dare this Mime choose a beta male over him!? "Surely she doesn't know what she is doing." He muttered to himself as he moved closer. Only to be stopped by the hand of Harrington, just as Dusty gave his speech.


The Nerd lowered his head in defeat as he scurried a bit back. The blue imp glanced at him as he commented, "Well, Pete has failed to pick one up again." The green imp gave a sagely nod, "Most unfortunate."


The Snakeman gave out an annoyed sigh. "He had to try when we were discussing the quest."


At the Punk Table


Ryker smiled as the high five was returned. The women, Lacey the Human, and Jay-T the Dwarf grumbled a bit, as Steve had his attention on Ryker and his few pals. Sephiroth paused for a moment as he glanced at Steve, "Well what I thi-" Ryker held up his hand, as Sephiroth immediately silenced himself


Casually, he brushed his pompadour once more. "Heard talk of games of high stakes. Y'dig it?" And then his shoulder was tapped. And he turned around to see that, yes that gryphon from earlier was in some sort of a situation. Ryker began laughing, "Niiiiiice!" He said as he swished his brush through his hair. "Serves the bitch right for messing with my hair."


Wambam gave a nod, "Fo Shizzle."


At the Jock Table


The fellow jocks that were sitting near Curtis gave him a warm smile. One of the Jocks, an Ettin who was slightly shorter than Curtis gave him a firm slap on the back. "No need to ask bro! You're part of the TEAM." The Ettin was still currently dressed in a light blue leotard from an earlier practice session. "So whatcha been up to man? Need a sparring partner? Spotter?" His left head focused on Curtis as he inquired upon these questions. Or'Goth was as chipper as usual and it showed in his voice.


Meanwhile Petrov paused for a moment before speaking up, "Yes, is good to ask for Spotter. Hockey and Football Season taking away potential spotters. Always good to make sure you got some ready to help when you are lifting."


The shorter Neko from the track-team paused for a moment, as he coughed into his hand. "Just as long as you remember to do your Cardio as well. Gotta keep a fully healthy body." From underneath the table, his dark brown tail swished up a bit.


Far Outer Ring of the Library


Aiona, was most fortunate that she had not interrupted one of the Holy Rituals of the Nerds, in this glorious domain. But to enter such a Sanctified Realm, even the furthest of the outskirts, without even begging for the permission of any of the Dungeonmasters, was a most grievous and notorious crime. Hopefully, she would be able to escape before the inevitable reinforcements came to secure their land once more.


One of the guardians of the sanctum, who was there to protect the library from the insidious intruders was a humanoid ratman. He was a fairly large individual, standing at six feet and four inches, but was incredibly wiry and had patched fur. He held out a yardstick covered in duck-tape which he pointed at her. "Yoooooouuuuuu...." He sniffed at the air around him. "Your muuuusk, it is weaaaak. Are you of Nerdblood? This is the Realm of the Neeeerd."

 

[DrBones]

Dusty briefly mulled over what he knew. The Nerds wanted assistance in their quest to find some Dancing Priestesses of some tribe. Knowing Nerds, this was just a fancy saying for "cardboard cutouts prepared by the other Nerd faction". Helping them out with seizing these cutouts would be trivial, but demoralizing. Dusty decided to relent, realizing that he'd got a few ready goons available right now, and most likely wouldn't find any better ones on such short notice.


"If you need help with your Dancing Priestesses of the Wartribe of the Skinned Boar, I can help. Just say the word, and I can bring around anything that you might need. All that I ask, of course, is that you help me with my quest. A favor for a favor. Do we have a deal, or should I just leave you to your quest in peace?"

 

[Blumenkranz]

Maya gave a last sip to her chocolate milkshake brick before leaning closer to Yumi.


"Psst, Yumi...", she whispered at the kitsune's fluffy ear. "This is 3.5e Mazes and Monsters, a tabletop roleplaying game. Be careful misnaming these things in front of these guys, they are very wary about, huh... casuals. I can get you the rules book tomorrow if you want to play, though".


But then the preppy's words caught her attention. A dealer, huh? Perhaps she could partake in this mission, after all she knew her way around their kind. Maya turned her head and stared dead serious at Dusty.


"How much?".