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

[ComradeSenpai]

"Oh, so this is like an episode of CSI. I think I can help with th-" Yumi was cut off as a voice whispered into her ear, causing the appendage to twitch uncontrollably. Giggling, she pulled away, covering her mouth.


"Maya, that tickles~." she said, playfully swatting the bespectacled girl's shoulder. After that, she whispered back, "I'd love to join. If you have a spare book, I can go over the rules. I'm sure it's easy."


The fox needed a release anyways. She secretly had no idea what the game was about or how hard it was, but it was probably fun. This group devoted a number of hours each day, so it had to be interesting, at the very least.


She bet it was about robots.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty gave Maya an incredulous glare. This Nerd thought her services were worth actual money instead of sentimental favors? At least this proved that some of the Nerds knew how to work. Though Dusty was infuriated that money had come to the table, he was slightly hopeful of Maya's abilities. After all, if she knew to ask for money for a job, she might know something marketable.


"You will receive compensation for your actions after the job is completed. If you do well, you'll get paid well. Average payout would be... 2,000 Zenny per person, plus or minus bonuses and penalties. Take it or leave it."

 

[CSA]

"Eh!?" Ryuji retorted after Rey reciprocated his thumbs-up, "I'm doin'-"


Ryuji looked back in line to see a bunch of impatient students glaring at him, and jumped a little in surprise.


"Hell, lookit that! I ain't even realized! Heheh," said Ryuji, jumping out of line with his tray, "But yeah, it's my first day here! So far, I-"


Just then, Ryuji noticed a student delivering a flaming knuckle sandwich to some chick.


"Haha, I love all the fightin'! Think I could really get used to the place!"


Ryuji looked over in Curtis' direction. Good; he hadn't gone anywhere. Ryuji needed to get an answer about that secret cutlet password.

 

[Blumenkranz]

Maya jumped back in surprise, startled by the kitsune's ear wiggling. "Oh, did I just... o-oh, sorry, I didn't mean to...", apologized the nerd. "But I can get you a Mazes & Monsters copy tomorrow morning! I just have to search inside my closet. It's a mess, haha!", she added, scratching the back of her head as she laughed awkwardly.


Immediately after that, her face became completely inexpressive once again as she turned to Dusty. The girl swiftly got up from the bench she was sitting in and approached the preppy. "Two thousand, huh? What is this, 'chiropractic therapy', a standard or an... extra?", she whispered to the wood elf's face.

 

[DrBones]

Once again the Nerds came to Dusty with obscure euphemisms. This time, Maya came around talking about back massages and adding something extra to them. Dusty, not wanting whoever this Dealer was to get a massage or a happy ending, grew frustrated. Why the hell do Nerds always insist on using special terms for things that already exist! It's not like they're creating a new product or trying to lighten the implications of anything bad like actual neologists do, so why the hell do they even bother?!


"Stop it with the codeword bullshit, honey. This is a simple job: get the information, find the Dealer, and make him stop being a nuisance. We're not giving them any therapy, and we're not adding anything extra on top of that. You'll get your 2 kZ's if you can keep it together long enough to do what you're told, no muss or fuss. Do we have a deal, or not?"

 

[MechaGhoul]

At the Nerd Table


The Snakeman glanced at his associates. Flicking his tongue out he gave a single nod towards Dusty. "Yesssss, a favor for a favor. We shall help you on your quest, and in return you shall help us in ours. The retrieval of important items from the Dancing Priestesses of the Wartribe of the Skinned Boar." The other four immediately gave a nod.


The Hobgoblin opened up, "Nobleman you have my sword!" The acne covered individual reached into his pocket as he pulled out a worn pencil. "My er, foam one is still being repaired." He admitted rather sheepishly. The blue imp smirked as he took a random notebook page and crumpled it up into a ball. "And thou hath my wizardry spells at your command! Lo say the word and I shall smite them with lightning most fierce!"


Quickly hissing for attention, they stopped before the green imp had a chance to act. "Yessss, we shall assist in finding this 'Dealer', just remember to keep good on your word."


All the while, Harrington stared at the group of nerds, rather disturbed. He side-stepped a few paces as he slightly poked Dusty with his left claw. "Please tell me we will dispose of these resources quickly." He spoke again, in a whisper towards his only real compatriot here. "They are giving me weird vibes."

 

[Supercomicbookgirl]

After a little while she found a good book.


She flipped trough the pages, it seemed to be alright.


I should go borrow this


As she wants to go the librarian's desk, she gets hold up by some kind of rat man.


A rat, so gross, he smells, and is rude too


'I am no nerd, and. I. Am. Not. Weak.' She pushes him to the side, and walks towards the desk.


Annoyed she lays the book down in front of the librarian.


It looked at her funny and crossed it's arms.


'I want to lend this book'


It grunts and stamps the book, then pushes it back towards her.


'Thank you' She grabs the book and nonchalantly walks away.


The halls are still empty, and she goes outside, back to the broken fountain.


The water isn't running anymore but it's still a fountain


She sits down in the dirty, broken fountain and starts to read.


This is a place where she feels safe, and calm, because this place reminded her of home.


Tho I really need to clean this later

 

[MechaGhoul]

Outer Reaches of Library - Realm of the Nerd





"The fool, launching an attack in the most Holiest of Sanctums!" The Ratman guardian hissed out. He had not planned on launching anything. The Ratman was only just newly appointed to guard the outer reaches of the Holy Land. He was quite satisfied his sacrifice to defend other citizens of the realm from the Ever-rampaging Horde merited an opportunity for this.


He just wished to know whether or not they were nerd. They had no real scent upon them, to bare it as nerd or not. But the creature attacked a guard of the sanctum and stormed off. He would need to bolster the defenses. Such a monster would take great pleasure in torturing his kind. The Bullies must've been up to this. But even they would've sent a greater force if assaulting the Sanctum. As a guardian he would need to learn of this foul, probably Bully agent. Luckily the Seer was among him.


The Ratman peered towards the librarian. Skittering towards the desk he tapped upon it, with his guarding yardstick. "Seer! What shall we do?"


The purple flesh that encased the guise of the librarian began to unravel. Lengths of skin fell to the ground leaving bloodied strands that oozed into the hardwood floor below. The face now showed the pink flesh of bare muscle. Though this did not last as large bubbles of a thickened white pus began forming. As this most holy of rituals was commencing, the Ratman dropped down to all four, clawing at the desk with his gnarled hands.


The thing quickly forged itself into a sentient bubbling mass of white, with a glowing circular aura of purple which took residence where a head could be imagined. All and all, it was more a lumbering mass of a thing, that held a simplistic cylindrical form.


Ringing out from telepathic communication was the Seer's Song. Young and old, soft and cruel the tune echoed forth in a preternatural piping.


"W̘̱͎ͅe҉͏̴̫̜̜͈ ̵̸̖̘͚̰a̜̫̝͕̗͙̖͝ͅr̮̞̹̭̖e̶͎̣͚̪̥̘͍͓̕͠ ̰̥̞̹͓̲̻͓͞w̸̟̮̣̥̮̕a͕͇̕͝t̷̟͎͇͢c̗̺͍̘̼̲͎h̖͕̩̱̭̪̪̕i͉̳͢n̹͕͜g̢͚̬̭̬̭͢.̶̢̺̣͚̣


̛̭̖̪̱̬͜͠W̵̰̬̗̳͎͕̘͡e͏̷̯̤ ̡̤̝͝h̜̝̭̠̯̱͘a͔̘̦ṿ̬̀͞e͈̘͕͉͖̺̞͘ͅ ̙͍̝̭n͇̖̳̬̳͙͎͜o̯͉͈̫͜t̢͓̟͓̮̻͈̣͙̀ ̞̗͈͢͠f̛͈̰̬̻̞̮̭o̴͍̙͇̯͜ṛ̖͚̭͇͉̣̕͜ͅg̶͙͎̦̪͕͈͔͓o̤͔̬̹̝̰̫͘ͅͅt̫̗̭̮͓̤͚͓͞͞t̷͔̤̲̳̖̱̱̗̲e̺͖̭̭͕ͅn̸͎̟̥͎͕͡.̮̝͈̯͈̟̭


̣̯̮̜̟̣̼̭͔͞T̶̛̳h̀҉͖̦̲̮̱͚͕e̛̮̟͈̱ ̶̵̺͎͚̻̻̳̘͞w̴̧͈̥ạ̧͈̜̻̻̞̻l̢̮̳̘͎̀͟l̶͈̯͔ș̵͔̕ ̪̳͈̭̻̭̻h̷̗͍͕̝̭̕a͈̙̱̗̘͞ͅv͕̕e͍̜̣͕̠̦͉͡ ̴̧̛͔̻̰e̛̟̱͜͟y̛̻̯̫͜e̵̼̻͙̕ͅs̸̷͚̺̤̪̪̮̩̺̀.̦́̀͢


͖̱͙̀͟T̛͏͔̰̮̜͚̜͕̪ẖe͏̟̺̠̝ ̛̪̞̠͍̱̫N̹̩̻͔̳e̫̫͉̝͓͉̗̫r̢͇̯ͅd̛͈͉z҉̢̮͕̗͠p̵̖̺͘e̟͉̗̯̭̖̕r̜̪̗͕͚̬͖̮̥d҉̺̼̮̯͓͍i̧͏̺̦̪̬͢ͅͅà҉̗̲̞͕̗͇n͏̘̬̳ ̧̭̲̘̟͕̫̰H̶͏̜̰̣͔̻̬͙i̸̻̖̫̗̻͈̦͈͡v̷̧̞̺͎͔͙̜͉̼͠e҉̸͙̠̘̼̣̘̖͡ ̲̭͙̭̲̯̭̹̕s̵̥̖̰̗͖̲͓̖͝h̠̜̪a͏͇̟͇l̢͙̩̻̗̰͕̘͠ͅl̴͉̣̩̤͎ ̨̧̛̬͕̞̳c͏͈͔͙̞͕̙̥̜o̵̦̖̘͞͠n̴̯̹t̯͍̱͖̖̙͙̫̳̀i̵̸̟͙̺̰̮̗̯̦͘n̼̥̙͍̣u̥̗̱̗͜e̥͓̲͉ͅͅ ̡̥̝̯̻̤̠̦͈͠o̸̵͔̬͉̼̬̯̞̞͠ǹ̸̺̮̲͉̜̳͡:̢҉̬̺̼̣̟̗ ̶҉̼̯̫͉̼̙D҉̴̦̮͍͈͚̳̺͟ú͎̥̠̹̣̜̰̥n̵̪͈͚̻͟g̘̬e͖͓̰̭̮͠o̵̦̙̲̲̼͘ǹ̢̯̤̳͉m̢͓a͈̘͡s̛̞̖̭̬̮͓̻̀t̳̮̱͖e̸̸̜͓͜r̼̣s̡͈̣͘͡ ҉̗͇͎́̕s̛҉̼͓̱̠h̯͙̪͔́à̜̠̫͈̀l͍̺͜l̻͕̪̪̝͡ ͏͚̘͈͖̩̘̀h̜̺͈̳͚̪ȩ̶̬̺a͚̦̜̼͈̖̻͈̕r͔͈͍̤͙̕ ̷̳̠͎̮t̝̣̥̰̩̠h͉̬͔̕͠͞e̛̝̤͇ ͈̤͓̥́c̡̗̪̀ạ̡͇̜̹̲͕͕̮͞l̲͍̟̣̪͍̪l̷̨̯̙̣̬͕̲̺̯̕ͅ.͏̜̤͕̟͈


̸̭̹̦̭̣͉̹̬̩͢


̡͓͍͉̦̗̺G̵̱̹̼̦̲̰̯ṳ̵̶̮̯̺̭̪̦̣͎ą̨̼͖̀r҉̪͔̞̣͝d̯͓̲ị̺͖̱̗̯̻͞a̸͎͙n̢͇̝̭̙̱̜ ͚̩͈͇̖͇͜o̬͔̥̠͇f̨͕̯̙̱͉͎ ̻̪̹͘̕t̡̜͢h͔͇̹͇̯̠̳͠ͅe̯̙̲ ̼͕̥͇̕͞S̵͍͈̥͇̪̱a̷̛͎̪͍̙̟͜ǹ̜̖̞̯̮̙̥̬͘͜c҉̛͈̫̖̱̜̠t̢̗͎̟̲̖͔̱͙͞u̹̠̞̫̜m̼͉͜.̢̦͓͖̤͙̘ͅͅ ̲̙̙͓̯̤̖


̴̸̩͍͖̱̙͇̯E̷̸̗͙ń̗̝̞ͅv̬̭͖̕͠o̡͈̗̥̰͎͡y͝͏̭̤͚͙͎͓͙͝ş̬̼ ̖̭́͝ẹ̷̷̥̞͈͖̯͎m̭̞̮̜͟e̴͚̦̘͖͉̱̗͚͜r̵̝͈̗̝g͏̹̭̞̫́ͅe̢̳͉̳̝͖͕̜̘͢,̡̫̯̞͉̗̣̰̼ ̭̘͖̠̫̝ṯ̶̡̫̟ǫ͈̱͟ ̢̢͎̯̜̦ͅr̛͉̭̼͚i̦n̛͇̹̥͎̖͇̭̩̕g̤͈̫̫͝ ̜̹̕t̷̼͎͉͖̭̟ͅḫ͔̻̘̘̕e̵҉̰͖͎͇̝͇͘ ͚̕b̷͔̱͚̥͚̦̮̰͟ͅe̢̖̻̝̞̲̗̬͟͡ͅl͏̖l̴̳̜͚̣̭͔͝.̲̼̭̹̕


҉̩͈̲̠̝T̵̪͍͘͘h̡̻̩̯͎͖̼͜͜e͏͖͖̠͝ ̧͈̮̦̼S҉̷͖͎̼̩̱̼̝w̰̳̠̱o͏̛̘̪̤͕́r̷̡͔͙̙̯̹̟͙͝ͅd̷̶̥̹̀ ̬̬̙o̪̰̝͔̭f̤̦̦̭̰̭ ̛҉͎̗͔̺̹͓̩D̵̰̲͍̖̜̩̼̲̕a̷̴̡̪̺̪̙m̸̛̰̱͔o̝͇̣̪̙̘̤c̦l̩͓̼̳̕e̺͖̪̗͕͇̯͙͞s̝͔͙͕̜ͅͅ ̵҉̺̫̙̗͉̞̩w̷͍͓̠͡i͏̩̼l̼͈̮͕̮͖͢͝l҉̦͚͈̲̤͔̭ ́҉͍̜D̗̳͔ŕ̶͏̫ó̖͖͎̻̩̺p̨̘̮̰͠.̵̵͍̹̳̩̤̮͙


͝҉̢̤͔̝͉A҉҉͇̰͔̰̙n̨̠d̵̫̲̝͇͎̣͍̦ͅ ̮̙͉̻̳͔̩t҉̳̺̪̪ͅẖ̳̻̮̟͈e̛̱͖͜ ̷̡ͅf̶̛͍͓̘̺ì͎̻̩͍é̡̺͇͇n̴̺̦̘̹̦͞d̠̯̻͘͠͠s̬̝̙͘͜͡ ̜̟̙̟̦̹w̥̬͘͝į̼̩͎̫l̢̖̟̹̮̫̝͞ͅl̵͚̰̥̩͝ ̡̜͎̬̞͚̫̺͡͡ḅ̘e̸͙͖̗͢ ̷͏̯̞̜̳̖̬̰s͏̶̶͍̟͖̖m͇̜͈̳i̢͎̻̭̬͎͖͔͢͢t̷̰̻̫̭͉͉̥̻̖t̸̤̦͙e̼̣̦͎̘̠̥̜d̷̝̮͍̥͚͚̠̥͠ ͏̢̤̭͕̙t̶͔̪̬̥̙͜h̪̮̪ṵ͇̞s͏͎l̢̤̝͙̞͎̖y̷̹̯̫͢.̯̀ ͏̥


̩̝


̗̭̬̗͠B͔̟̺̱A͏͍̟̲H̴̟̫̥ ̰̫̹͎̦͕͜͠Z̷̘͍͈̬͍H̶̘͓̞̱͘̕E̛̲̗̖͝N͍͈͓͖G̫̳͓͍͢A͎͙͕͍̭̲̠.̶͇̥̘ ̵͈̙̟̮͈̫̱̣̬B̵̵̶̠͓̞̥̗A͕͎̣̪̼̬͝H҉͖̝͖͡ ̧͈͉Ẓ̶̸̹́H̬̻͔̮̪͚͍͢͞E̴̶̜͓̯̜̕N̛̼͖͔͡Ģ̸̹̹͉̮͕̩̯̺̪A͏̦̦̰͞.҉̱̳̝͍ ̤̗̜̭̰̳̘͜B̞͙͇̳̫̤̰̙A̠̝̼̘ͅH͙͕̩͕͍͈̜̲́ ̵͚̠̮̳Z͏͕͕̣̥̝͟H͏͈̰̲͕̕͝E̷̞͔͚ͅN̫̲͔̗͙̭͡G̨͍̻̥͚̺͇̩͓A̹.̢͓͕̖̗̟͜͜


"


The Ratman got up, having a bit of tremors from getting to hear the holy melody, for the first time. He gave a quick bow to the seer. "It will be done."


At the Punk Table


Lacey gave out a wistful sigh as she glanced back at Steve, Ryker and Ryker's buds. "D'ya think he noticed?" She inquired to her Dwarven associate, Jay-T. Pausing for a moment she blinked at Lacey. "Course he noticed. He re-"


Interrupting with a loud huff she crossed her arms underneath her rather buxom bosom. "No, not the Greasemonkey, you're thinking of the short run." Jay-T raised her eyebrow at Lacey, "That was a crack at my height wasn't it?"


Lacey bit at her upper lip for a moment before releasing it. After she darted her pupils to glance at the Ryker. "I mean the real hotrod here."


Jay-T stared at her colleague incredulously. "I know he's a hottie, but Steve's got his charm. There's nothing wrong with settling," The Dwarven lady noted with a sense of defeatism in her voice. It was as if she knew she had already lost her chance at becoming close to Ryker.


Pushing her chest upwards, Lacey snorted out and stretched out her lips in contempt. "Oh it's easy for you to say that due to that 'situation' you got." Lacey waggled her finger as she pointed downwards near Jay-T. In retaliation Jay-T gave her a vicious stare as she pointed at Lacey accusingly. "Least it's not heavily worn."


Lacey sneered in contempt as she removed the arms from underneath the rack. "Tch! You're just jealous." Jay-T smirked at Lacey, before shaking her head. "Sure whatever, lets put the claws away for a moment. You still ain't got a chance. Ryker could get any girl he wanted."


That comment caused Lacey to frown for a moment before she shook her head. "All I need to do is get in with one of his bros, then they favorably hook me up with the real catch."


With a gleam in her eye, Lacey lifted up her right palm and rested her cheek upon it. "I can see it now. After a night of messing with the rules of society, he comes to me as the fires of the Corporate Skyscraper burn in the background. Ryker goes to tenderly look into my eyes, as he combs through his pompadour, and then he moves his head ever so gently to rest upon my-"


Jay-T was blushing immensely at the description of the scene, "Girl! P-please stop! I-it's making it hard for me to want to just settle." Lacey smirked at her, "I know right!?" She said with a high-pitch glee to her voice. "He's sooooooooo hot." Lacey returned to crossing her arms underneath her chest, and pressed a bit upwards.


All the while another girl sitting near them, a Half-Ogre with a pink pony-tail immediately began wiping some blood underneath her nose.


Near the Lunchline


The Satyr Prefect unfurled his yo-yo as he swung it towards the ground. Not towards anyone or anything, just to do a trick. He gave a brief stare to the Gorgon Prefect Sara to give a, 'I got this' sort of look. Tromping towards Morris he gave a bit of a smile. He flung his yo-yo again as he did the trick, 'Walking the Dog'.


It snapped back to him as he addressed the boy. "Heh, nice punch kid." He said with a dash of sincerity. "Gonna be interestin' to see how you grow."


At this point, Morris may or may not have realized the Satyr was the absolute garbage. For he was an Ex-Punk who sold out to THE MAN.


Back at the Jock Table


Sitting near where Ryuji was standing, was a Cyclopes who was surprisingly small, around half the height of the meat mountain that was Curtis. The monster pointed an overgrown hand at Ryuji. "Yo bro, you the guy with the lungs of a champ? The guy shouting stuff earlier. Dude, if you work on your cardio, you'd probably be able to become a rad swimmer."


The Cyclops pondered for a moment, "You should get a regiment. Could stand to replace that fat with muscle. Unless you aren't will to play through the pain, and lack the will for gains. Really depends on what you wanna do. How bout it? What kinda sport you aiming for?"

 

[DrBones]

Dusty leaned in close to Harrington, and whispered conspiratorially in his ear.


"Don't worry, Harrington; a little networking goes a long way. We'll get the Nerds to help us out, and we'll see what we can make out of this Dealer."


With a conspicuous wink, he turned to the assembled Nerds. Knowing Nerds, he couldn't trust any of them to delegate themselves into a useful position. Rather, he'd have to personally select the right tools for the right job.


"Alright, ladies! Mister Harrington and I have a target. I'm going to need a couple of you with me to ease negotiations."





He pointed at Maya. Clearly, a girl who knew how to negotiate would know how to schmaltz with some thug's goons.


"You there, with the glasses and the brown hair. You'll help me sugar up our target. I'm assuming you can talk as well as you can demand rewards... don't disappoint me."


He pointed at Yumi, noticing how hard she was trying to look inconspicuous.


"You there, the dog girl. You'll be helping Brown-Hair here. Just keep doing what you're doing. Don't choke up on me."


He whirled around and looked Etouffe in the eyes. The way she stood, with such confidence, definitely showed a taste for subterfuge.


"You. You'll be working with Dog-Ears and Brown-Hair. We'll surround the target, and we'll smooth-talk her into spilling her guts."


Confident that he had everything that he needed, he turned to address the rest of the group. Maybe someone with other useful skills would show themselves.


"Anyone else want to come help? Three negotiators'll do just fine, but I'm gonna need all your help when we get some more details. Unless you've got something else to say, we'd best get moving."

 

[CSA]

"Yeah," Ryuji replied to the Cyclopes without so much as a hint of modesty, "I got some pretty bangin' lungs!"


He listened, almost patiently, to the kid's proposal. At least as patient as Ryuji could be, which came with a lot of impatient toe-tapping and crossed arms.


"Eh!? Naw, there's plenty o' muscle in here! Guess I could always use more, though. I ain't ever done any sports 'cept kendo; never been at a school long 'nuff to try anything. But I'm willin' to try almost anything once! What'dja have in mind, eyebro?"

 

[wolfborn4]

Hiroshima noticed flames coming g towards her and she reacted ducking and kicking the legs out from under the person coming at her she stood up and asked " Hey?! What was that for!? " she glared down at the person she had just knocked down


@PhilosophyArcade

 

[PhilosophyArcade]

Morris winced with pain as he smacked into the floor, barely even hearing the response of the griffon girl, his mind now entirely focused on making a statement that trying to pick on Morris Cross is a very bad idea. So far the actual statement he was sending was rather more of a mixed message. Ignoring the pain in his side from where he'd hit the floor, he planted one hand behind him and popped up on that hand and a foot, driving the other foot ball first into the girl's stomach to double her over, then switched feet to build momentum behind a sidekick with his opposite foot into her face. Morris stepped backward and nearly fell again, keeping balance having never been his strong suit, but this time he at least managed to stumble backwards and to his feet, conjure fire around his knuckles again, and charge forward again.

 

[wolfborn4]

Hiroshima took the hit to the stomach and grunted she growled and when he kicked her in the face she shifted now pissed off and now standing taller than him she gave a earsplitting loud gryphon call in his face before he could charge her she flapped twice and he went under her

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé clapped lightly as Dusty told her her job in the upcoming showdown. She was glad to be a part of something, even if her role wasn't too important. It was good to do things, for instance... She turned back around just in time to see a brawl starting in the lunch line, between the easily victimized Griffon and the weird, smelly loner kid. It was better than she could have ever had hoped for! If her luck was still with her, pretty soon the prefects would show up and bring a world of hurt down on the two fools of fortune.

 

[Boomrocker]

"FIGHT!" Steve bellowed. Heads turned at his outburst, which he ignored as he cheered and clapped. That gryphon had met her match in Mister Flaming Fists of Fury! Gad-dayum, first he'd made progress on repairing the 440 Chrysler Hemi he'd 'obtained', then he had Lacey and Jay-T falling over him again, then the crazy bitch who'd been fucking with them was finally getting her comeuppance! If the rest of the day was to proceed like his morning, then it was one for the history books.


"KNOCK 'ER SOCKS OFF, SON!" he continued to roar. Other members of the Punk table were beginning to watch with interest.

 

[PhilosophyArcade]

Morris shifted his stance to face the girl now opposite him, fire still flickering atop his knuckles. "Christ," he winced from the roar, but was hardly deterred. If the best she could do now was yell at him it was pretty safe to say that first trip was probably just luck. He stepped forward, jabbed with one flaming fist and then slammed a hook across her side. All he had to do now was keep the pressure up and make sure that people remembered the end of the fight more than the beginning.

 

[Parsnip]

Curtis grimaced as Hiroshima let out an ear-splitting screech, followed closely by chanting from the punk table. Curtis put down his fork, stood up slowly, and plodded over to Hiroshima and Morris' duel, placing one ham-sized hand on Hiroshima's shoulder and using the other to catch Morris' fist before it made impact.


"Hey, uh-", he said softly, "-Don't fight in here. You're being real loud while people are trying to eat. It's, uh, kind of rude."

 

[MechaGhoul]

At the Jock Table


The Cyclopes cocked his head back as he saw the fight occurring near the cafeteria line. Some watched with, a bit of interest. After all a fight was a fight. But the Cyclopes was there for the Foodfight of Two Fridays ago. This, this was not a true fight. The tiled floors were not being erupted by an explosive wave of energy. The area wasn't being actively terraformed into a world of horrid nightmares, in order to have a better advantage. The cold embrace of winter did not freeze the surrounding landscape until it was just too much.


No, this fight was lacking. I mean it was a few punches with a small bit of flair, but it was nothing compared to the Foodfight of Two Fridays ago. He watched as Curtis went up to solve the issue. After all for such a mere pittance as this, one jock would quench the one fight.


"Later bro, hopefully the heat-lamp will keep the chicken cutlets warm." He glanced back at Ryuji, "Oh yeah. This fight is nothing. Prefects ain't gettin' worked up yet. Yeah, think you could go with swimming. Though maybe you may need a bit of enhancements to help you train, there's a fairly good guy for that sort of thing."


Cafeteria


The Satyr Prefect casually took a few paces back. It appeared a student, that mountain of meat, Curtis felt like stopping it. Idly the Prefect swung his yo-yo, as he felt like keeping an eye on it. However, the sound of his former kin, the Punks shouting out drew his attention. He swung his Yo-yo up into the air as he smacked it against the ceiling.


There it stuck for a moment, before the string retracted upwards taking the Satyr with him. "Ooooh, let's just see how you boys are doing~ Kane hasn't visited you for awhile, since he learned the truth." At least that was one of the many ways he justified betraying his allies to become a Prefect.


At the Punk Table


Ryker smirked as Steve bellowed the words of glory. He played a few riffs of air-guitar before he swung out his comb in dramatic fashion, and brushed it once more through his massive pompadour. Ryker peered at the scene, with a bit of joy, "Fuckin' trash." He sneered as he remembered the foul act of the griffin that was done upon him.


"Wambam thank the man, who took care of the bitch." His blinged out associate gave a few hand signals. "Aiiight Ry-Dawg. Ya'll gonna bounce?" Ryker gave a nod towards Steve and Sephiroth. "Yeah, gotta go secure the order. 'Sides this ain't no Foodfight of Two Friday's ago. Small scuffle, ain't enough to keep me amused."


And with that Ryker got up from his seat, as did Sephiroth who walked around to get to Ryker. Swinging his comb through his pompadour once more, he strolled to get out of the cafeteria.


Lacey glanced towards Jay-T, "You can stay if you want, but I need to follow him." Jay-T shrugged as she took a chug from a juice carton, "I'll be at the usual spot when it fails."


At the Nerd Table


The Snakeman who was the Dungeonmaster among his peers gave a quick nod to the man. "Yessss, take them with you. But remember our deal. A favor for a favor m'lord." The others of the group gave a nod towards Dusty. "We shall perform, further research, upon the subject. Gentlemen, we must make a Holy Pilgrimage." The Snakeman declared as the four nerds followed him, as they slithered off.


And as they left, Harrington gave a sigh of relief. "I thought that would never end." He peered around, as he gave a nod to Dusty. "We should head out now." The Yeti, quickly moved away ready to get away from these nerds.


Outside on School Grounds - Near the Broken Fountain


The cold wind blowing knocked off a decaying leaf that left a jagged line in a bit of dirt, that was on a stone path. Near a few trees which lost their luster of life, just a few paces away from the broken fountain was a trade going on.


There were two individuals currently there. One was a wiry looking gnome who was wearing a heavy wool jacket, and had his face covered by a scarf. He was standing in front of a taller individual, who appeared to be forged from sickly and gnarled wood.


"Y'got it right? The Itching Powder?" The Gnome asked as his head twitched a bit towards the left, having a nervous fit. The creature of wood gave a single nod.


The wood creature reached into an abandoned bird nest, as he pulled out a small baggy full of a white sand-like substance. The back of the bag was clear, but the front of it was decorated an American flag. "He always delivers." He tossed the bag up in the air, "Fine quality grade." As the bag went up, the gnome eyed it with an intent stare marred by a paranoia that he'd do something to the bag.

 

[Blumenkranz]

Maya stared dead serious at Dusty. He obviously wasn't experienced in the business, so there was no point in arguing anymore. She was commanded a simple task, and promised a rather generous quantity for such a simple mission. Perhaps milking preppies would be much more efficient in the long run than accepting more complicated, yet "traditional" jobs.


The girl dropped her empty chocolate milkshake brick to the floor and started walking as silently as a ninja towards the exit doors. "Let's move out of here before we get caught in a brawl", said the nerd without even looking back.

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé grinned, putting her index finger to her lips. Tiptoeing behind Maya, she made her way out the doors as silent as possible. Upon arriving, she pushed it open to allow the girl through. Once all the others had arrived and prepared to leave, Étouffé reached out... And pulled upon the fire alarm. A great day for chaos, almost all of which she knew she would get away with. Wonderful.

 

[Zerohex]

While all of this was happening, Rey had finally gotten his brunch along with some leftover, twice reheated coffee that probably tasted exactly like coffee-flavored sewage and had sat down in the Jocks' table. He probably would've sat elsewhere but the school was super weird about its little groups and he just got loads of shit when he tried to eat with anyone else so he just sat with them. The sportsmen, knowing that any attempt at interacting would garner a half-coherent reply at best and a garbled mess more often than not, just let him have his meal until he came to his senses.


You couldn't have paid...probably anyone in the entire cafeteria to drink the near-black, nauseating, smoking hot liquid in Rey's cup save perhaps for a very desperate entertainer or two, but Rey downed it in a single, long gulp. His tongue would feel funny for hours on end. The mixture of a scalding hot drink and caffeine, however, was exactly what he needed to start getting into gear. Even as two people traded blows right behind him and someone else pulled the alarm, however, he remained in his own little word, nomming on a bagel ham and cheese sandwich.


Yep. Just another morning at Granite Hills. If anyone wanted to talk to him, they had a good chance of getting a coherent response now, before he moved on to his scrambled eggs and bacon on buttered white bread toasts. He loved his scrambled eggs and bacon on buttered white bread toasts.

 

[CSA]

Ryuji continued watching the fight and cheered it on as it went. Damn he loved a good fight, and this was like the second one in half an hour. Perhaps this really was the school for him.


The big guy stepped in and stopped it, however, and Ryuji stopped cheering as he looked back to the Cyclopes.


"This fight was nothin', huh? Think I'm gonna like this place," said Ryuji, grinning, "Anyways, I don't need no enhancements, but if there's someone that can help me with trainin', I might as well know 'im! How 'bout you spill it?"


Just then, the fire alarm rang. Ryuji just stood there and looked confused.


"The Hell? What's with this annoyin' ringin' sound?"

 

[DrBones]

Dusty, seeing that not only was everyone ready but one of them had already opened the door out and provided a distraction, grinned. It's a pity these Nerds are only with us on commission, they're quite handy! Working under a cloak of conspicuousness, Dusty, Maya, Letouffe, Yumi, and Harrington headed out the door and in the direction of the Greenhouse.


Once the Greenhouse was within sight, Dusty stopped the group. This next step would take some finesse, though not enough finesse that it would require people who weren't Nerds.


"Hold up; we're here. You three: search around. The guy you're looking for is a Dryad who works near the greenhouse. When you see him, report back immediately and, for the love of Trog, don't get caught. I don't want this guy getting antsy and bailing because he saw you snooping around. While you do that, Harrington and I'll get warmed up. If this turns sour, I don't want to be caught with my pants down. Get going!"

 

[Zerohex]

Rey grunted at the new kid whose name he didn't quite recall, if he was ever told in the first place, and took a couple seconds to finish chewing and swallowing a chunk of his sandwich before carrying on. "Fire alarm, bro. Someone prolly thought it'd be funny to freak the new kids out or needed a distraction or something. You'll get used to it. Every once in a while someone decides they're not putting up with the ringing and tears the box off the wall if a prefect isn't looking". Rey stated, matter of factly, before returning to his breakfast with the voracity of a starving animal. That fire alarms were used so willy-nilly and that people would willingly destroy them was just everyday business. "Welcome to Granite Hills".

 

[Blumenkranz]

Two men, a gnome and a small ent, were suspiciously talking amongst the dead flora of the place. The gnome, Maxy, was a rather unimportant punk who often managed to get bullied by his fellow comrades, while the Ent happened to be a known bully. Definitely, these men were up to no good.


Maya pointed her finger at the kids. "They are smuggling a bag full of white sand-like powder. Maxy the Short Punk Ass Punk seems to be the host of the trade, and Woody is his guest", said the nerd before lowering her arm. "I really didn't expect such deals inside school grounds, much less by that guy".


"I am fairly certain this must be related to the Dealer you were talking about", she continued. "There is no other way that chucklefuck could have gotten the goods. He is clearly working for someone el...".


But there was something she hadn't noticed before. Maya frowned, trying to focus on what could have been a lethal error if she hadn't noticed it before. There was a big, bulky person hiding behind the Ent, and he seemed to be watching over the bully for some reason. Maybe a bodyguard?


"They are guarded", said the girl. "How should we proceed?".


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