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Fantasy Lakoria High school

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Jonathan
Interacting
Karma
Location
Jon and Mika's dorm room
Notes
Jom is wearing Mika's oversized clothes
Stuff
N/A
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Jom Jon couldn't help but frown at Mika's un-approving tone at the state of his clothes. When Karma suggested that he wear some of the.. far taller boy's clothes and that he'd go to the extra effort to make him some new clothes at lunchtime, Jon wasn't sure what to say. So, he just stayed silent as Mika took out some of his smaller clothes, which looked like they were still a size or three too large for him. "U-Um.. you really don't have to.." Jon quietly spoke up as Mika started cutting a hole out of the back of the sweater. He sat down on his bed, placing his shirt next to him as he watched Mika work. For once he wasn't sure what to say, he didn't want to insult Karma as he was really grateful for the effort he was going to. Jon glanced at his almost completely ruined shirt as a few tears pricked at his eyes.

As Mika walked back over to him with a neatly folded pile of clothes for him to wear, he quickly wiped away his tears with his arm and took on an uncaring expression, hoping that Mika hadn't seen his small moment of weakness.. after all, only losers would cry. Jon took the clothes and set them on his lap for a moment as he looked up at Mika, who was asking him to wear them while looking at him with the same expression as a disappointed parent. "W-Why? So I'll look like a.. loser like you.." Jon looked away from Mika and averted his gaze to the ground. He stayed quiet for a few moments, not looking back up at Mika. "Th-Thanks" Jon spoke quietly, more because he was ashamed than because he didn't want anyone to hear him.

Jon placed the pile of clothes next to him on the bed, before standing up. He figured that he should put the sweater on first. So he grabbed that from the pile first, and slid it on over his head, since it was over sized it was easier to get his wings into it. Though it being oversized did come with quite a few downsides, the main one being that the sleeves were far too long for his arms, leaving them engulfed by the fabric. The sweater was also quite long, covering a part of his legs. Had the sweater been any larger, Jon would've looked similar to a child playing dress up with his dad's clothes. Next came the trousers, which aside from having to wear them higher than he normally would, and them looking a bit baggy, didn't give him too many problems. Once he was dressed, Jon sat down on his bed, placing his own trousers next to his tattered shirt before looking back up at Mika "You're not gonna get rid of these.. are you? ...you lameo"


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]Nyx

Interacting
Kast
Location
Nurse's office
Notes
Nyx is nude, pls no lewd
Stuff
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Nyx was sure that he heard Kast crying and talking to herself behind the curtain. He didn't really care, but it meant when he heard the curtain open and turned to see her standing there watching the scene unfold, he payed her no mind; He assumed that she was too distraught to be of any concern and the most that she'd do was start whinging again, which Nyx had more than enough of. So he turned his attention back to Rae and the lizard boy, which turned out to be a mistake on his part. Because moments after he'd stopped paying any attention to Kast, he heard her shouting before he found himself knocked to the ground, with a fiery kitsune atop of him with her fists slamming down onto his head. Instinctively, Nyx tensed up as he put his arm in front of his face to block the attack, as he wasn't too fond of the idea of having his head set alight.

Though he untensed as he quickly realised that the girls attacks were more bark than bite. The fire adding almost nothing aside from a small amount of flair to her attacks, which were also quite weak. He grabbed her arms to stop her pitiful barrage though it was starting to slow. He let go of her arms when he was sure that she was done attempting to harm him.He didn't really care about the girl's attempts, to him they were more of an annoyance; Like a fly buzzing around your head. When Kast pleaded for him to take back what he said about her sister, He stayed quiet for a few moments as he collected his thoughts. For a few moments all he gave her was mildly annoyed stare back. He was sure that he could kill the girl right now, he doubted anyone would actually care, aside from a moral standpoint. But a small part of him didn't feel like harming the girl..

'Holy shit, am I going soft? Nah fuck that' Nyx pushed the small kitsune off of himself. "I don't take back anything I say, especially not the truth." Nyx sat up, keeping his stare planted firmly on Kast. "Your sister doesn't give a single fuck about you. You'd get more sympathy out of random people than you'd get out of your sister. In fact, lets check off what she hasn't done for you, that I know off, feel free to add your own items to the list. Number one, she was more than happy to wander off as you were bleeding out, in fact it was Pluto, a stranger to you, who took you to get help. Number two, She came into the nurses office for me, someone who had previously tried to murder her. Not for you, even though you were quite badly hurt the night before. That's just in the few hours I've had to be around your pathetic self. Now is there anything there I have missed?" Nyx pushed himself up from the floor and slowly stood up, looking down at Kast. "If you can name something good that she's done that outweighs all of that shit. I'll take back what I said." He almost felt bad for the smaller kitsune, she was trying so desperately to make sure that the false belief that her sister cared about her, stayed alive.. but it wasn't his problem to deal with... "If you want some advice, I suggest you try to find at least one friend.. maybe find out what it's like when someone does actually care about you. Maybe you'll even do that before I kill your stupid cat bitch sister"


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Raziel
Location: Cafeteria

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The knight walked through line and was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the breakfast. It nearly reminded him of the gruel her would sometimes eat while on his travels. Once he had his food Raziel looked around hoping for some company and laid eyes on the cat girl from yesterday. While hoping he wasn't too awkward he walked over to her table. "Good morning Ms. Kerry, would you mind if I accompany you for breakfast?" He inadvertently switched back to more formal speech as he sat across from the young lady.

He hoped she wouldn't object to his presence as that would be even more awkward. Between the pain in his leg and bring worried about the social interaction he had let his vigilance slip and tried to even relax. He waited for a response with a polite smile and an awkward air about him. If this went well the knight might even make a friend that considered him a friend!

Interactions: Kerry ( Deathpelt Deathpelt )

 
Kerry Stayne

Kerry was furiously munching on the blob when she looked up to see Erika give a sweet wave to her before following another person. Kerry gave a nice smile and waved back, her tail accompanying her waving motions. She then almost at once went back to eating the blob. It had looked so unpleasant at first, but due to the fact that A. Kerry was always hungry, B. Kerry was always hungry, and C. Kerry was always hungry she had attempted a bite of it, and found it to actually be quite tasty. As you can expect Kerry had finished quite quickly, considering how much effort she had put in to finishing the job. Raising a napkin to her face she brushed of the little specks of food that remained, and returned to her normal position, when she suddenly heard someone come near her. She raised her head forward and flicked her ears towards the noise, to see the knight she had met the day before.

He still had his suit of armor on, which throughout confused Kerry. Why would someone wear something heavy like that? It's vibrance and clunky noises would surely give way to unwanted, and unnecessary attention. Her confusion however soon turned into curiously as she heard his steps were somewhat uneven, as if one leg was almost being dragged- Limping. Huh, she chewed on her nails absent mindedly, a bad trait she should have eliminated when she was eight, but due to the lack of her self control could still not manage.

"Good morning Ms. Kerry, would you mind if I accompany you for breakfast?" He spoke, and silently made his way to a seat opposite of her. She let her posture slip into that of a relaxed one, and her ears fell slightly to the back of her head eased into a neutral stance.

"Of course not!" She said, happy that she had someone to talk to. She opened her mouth again, asking if he'd like to move closer to her, but was confronted with the fact that he was limping, and that would probably equal more pain. Luckily that problem was easily fixed, as she could move over to him! She slid her empty tray to the closest chair to his right and walked over to it, plopping in with a satisfied smile. Distractedly she twitched her nose at her tail, which had become squished with her careless placing. Carefully she pulled her tail to the side of the chair, knowing from more than a bit of experience that yanking a tail was easily as painful as being kicked in your region. Once done she looked at him, and asked a really stupid question. "Hey why are you limping?" She gave a smile, until she had realized what had come out of her mouth. STUPID! Her ears sank to the back of her head as she tried to make top for her loose tongue. "I mean you don't have to tell me, I- um I it was.. Um... yeah." She finished off with an awkward and prayed to good that she hadn't scared the boy off.

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Erika ( AI10100 AI10100 )
Interactions: Raziel ( Silvis Silvis )
 
Tags: Lotusy Lotusy
Location: At Rosie and Dibe's Room
Mood: Hopeful
Dibe
'Is she gone yet Prima?'

'No, she's lingering for some reason. Probably about to say something annoying?'

Dibe continued to clutch her blanket in a vice like grip, the patterned yellow and white cloth that was balled in her fists being the only thing that kept her away from reliving her failure. She stayed silent as she heard Rosie called out to her as her quiet footsteps made soft impacts on the hardwood floor, getting closer and closer to the door before Dibe heard a small creaking sound as a door opened, causing Dibe to let out a breath of relief knowing that the situation was nearly over and done with.

It was then that Dibe heard the footsteps get close once more as there was a shift of weight on the bed across from her. Dibe bit her lip, wondering just why her roomate could've come back in. Maybe Rosie had forgotten something....or maybe she had come back in to do something cruel to the witch girl under the blankets. Maybe Rosie planned to dump tar and feathers on top of her! Or maybe Rosie planned to chew her out for leaving something on the floor! Or...or maybe she had come back but with Kast and they were all going to stand around her bed and point and laugh and oh god she couldn't handle this all and she deserved it all and oh god please-

"Hopefully it's not too far. And... we can get to know each other better! I don't think we got to meet yesterday, so, er, it's nice to meet you. I'm Rosie!"

Dibe found her train of thought suddenly pause as she heard Rosie say that, 'I...Is she being honest? What if she really does just want to walk and hang out and stuff..."

'She most likely doesn't, but go ahead and get your hopes up again'
'Why would anyone want to be around trash like you?'
Dibe bit her lip and felt herself get antsy, 'I-I'm just gonna check.' Slowly the stary eyed girl opened up her blanket, revealing her now day old clothes, smeared make up, tossed hair and tired eyes. When she looked up however, Dibe didn't see anything she had previously feared would be waiting for her, but instead a hand before her and a warm, friendly smile. Dibe took Rosie's hand, still a bit cautious and suspicious as she introduced herself, "H-hey! My name is Dibe and it's uh...i-it's really nice to meet you. I'd gladly walk you to the cafeteria if you'd like..." Dibe felt a small smile spread against her lips, "That actually sounds really nice to be honest."

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Location: Outside the School Store
Mood: In Detective Mode
(Not Christopher) Columbus
Columbus gasped as he watched the now introduced royal Princess Synnøve before him, taking to a knee quickly, "Oh! I'm real sorry I didn't realize you were a Princess sooner milady Synnøve, or else I would've taken a knee quicker! Now then, my name is Columbus but uh, you probably already knew that because of how super ultra popular I am. Or, maybe you've heard one of my nicknames, like: Meatshield, Dolt, Bodyshield for Nyx, Space Cadet and even 'That One Idiot Who Works at The School Store!' I think that last one is supposed to be sarcastic! Anyways, they're all really cool nicknames! A-at least I hope they are, it would be easier to know if they were if I knew what the words 'Dolt' and 'Cadet meant'...hm..."

Columbus rubbed his chin once more, completely forgetting where he was for a few seconds before suddenly he found himself being VIOLENTLY SHOOK by something, but by the time he'd straightened his head and given the side of the good ol' noggin a bit of a thump to straighten out his vision, he found himself now being used as cover by the bird kid from before!

Columbus looked around bewildered, "I-I think somebody just shook me and did it very violently! Oh if I could find them I'd not tell Plum cuz snitches get stitches and I was told I can't get anymore stitches because I was using them all up! Hey, Princess Synnøve, did you see who violently shook me?" Columbus turned around and picked up Éanna and putting the bird boy on his feet, "Did you see who violently shook me little fella? Can you talk? Hey Princess Synnøve, use your cool Princess powers and tell me if the bird saw who shook me would you please?"
 
Nekomancer
Was it him, or was this rubbish that they call "food" trying to eat his spoon? As Nekomancer's meal ate his eating utensil, he seated himself away from the rest of the populace in a fretful manner, biting away at his bottom lip with ferocious determination. A real pickle he found himself in, the grief of losing his latest victim to minor miscalculations taking a big toll on his pride as a practiser of Nekomancy. What was his next move going to be? He had to think fast before Nikiri started to spread around the fact his hobby wasn't the most moral of pastimes. Then again, maybe she didn't remember a thing of last night. Who knew?

His planning was going to have to wait. His ceaseless watch was locked on Kerry as she made her way into the cafeteria. The sight of her alone was able to make Tac melt in his garments, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through him and giving him a sort of ecstasy that was only explained as an admiration for the Neko race as a whole. Why was she so perfect? Why was her every move so elegant and refined? Why wasn't she in his collection? Just as he was preparing to reintroduce himself again and win her favor, he watched as a MAJESTIC KNIGHT foolish commoner had the audacity to sit next to her. To make matters worse, she scooted closer to him, making Nekomancer's nostrils flare in anger.

As all hell was about to break loose, his attention was snatched away from Kerry and reverted over to Megan, who just so happened to sit herself down at precisely the wrong moment. After some monotonous conversation that the girl had with herself, she asked for permission to sit with him. How mistaken she was, to think she was going to be given permission to sit alongside the Messiah! The Harbinger of Purrfection! Tac was going to educate this girl immediately and possibly go on a three-hour rant about how he was to be dubbed as his esteemed title and not given the pitiful name of "you".

Of course, nothing went his way, apparently. Once more being interrupted, this time by a bothersome ghost, Tac had to reel in some of his aggression, giving the woman a look that could only hint to his dismay of her being there. Turning to Megan, he made a motion with his hands to signify his content. "Do whatever you wish," he said, not giving any consideration to anything else the girl might've said. Then, he turned to Erika, ready to give her a response when he witnessed perhaps the most horrifying thing yet. He might've been mistaken, but was that low-class nobody inching closer to HIS Kerry? Trying to get a better look over Erika's shoulder, he fumed in silent rage as the two continued their conversation from afar.

"Yeah, yeah, I had a great time," he said dismissively, trying his best to not be too obvious in his interest of the presumed-to-be couple. "I was able to learn a lot and improve in my studies due to being present at that ceremony." Tac was now venturing to move past Erika, taking a step towards Kerry and Raz's direction. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another event to attend to momentarily," he said, not wanting to waste his time with the duo of insignificant deadbeats that had decided to flock around him. "Can't waste my time here, can I? I'm a very busy man."

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Erika Dubloit
Interacting with: Nekomancer ( TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity )
Mentioned: Kerry ( Deathpelt Deathpelt ), Raziel ( Silvis Silvis )

Erika seemed rather content with being greeted by Kerry, pepping her up near instantly. Perhaps the familiar greeting from a friend was something that she needed. The lonely night seemed to take a toll on her more than she had expected. Thank goodness a friendly face was immediately in her sights. She made a mental note to perhaps go to her later, after she is finished with Nekomancer.

Oh, she still wasn't sure why she is so invested in him and his knowledge. He was too smart to let go, but too crazy to actually get something out of him. She wasn't sure when she can start to actually get some information out of him, even if it was about his crazy rituals.

But of course, today was not the day. Can't even get an entire conversation with this guy. She followed his line of sight - locking onto Kerry and Raziel. Oh. She noted that the best way to actually get his attention is when there are no nekos around. Maybe that'll help eventually. Goodness gracious, this boy does not know when to stop. And Erika was still not amused.

"Yes, I would imagine you are a busy man." But Erika wasn't letting him go today. Foolish as it was, she had accepted his proposition of help. And Erika does not go back on her word. "But you still asked for my help, and here I am." Her eyes flickered from him to the pair. "Though I am rather sure I cannot stop you, let me tell you one thing. Your desire to protect the neko is admirable, but don't you think that there is nothing wrong with this? When you are around one, you stumble and stutter. How about training with talking first before diving headfirst into conflict?" Erika wasn't exactly sure what she was droning on. She knew next to nothing about this man. But maybe this will convince him to think, instead of just jumping into something.
 
Jay
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Jay woke to the sound of a commotion... then really woke up when he saw two different student beatdowns happening in his office. "Whoa, whoa whoa!" He yelled, scrambling to his feet from his slumped sleeping position right next to Cayman's bed. Damn, how did I sleep through this? This is bad. His eyes darted between the two fights, and their irony wasn't lost on him - both of his previously nearly-dead patients were now the aggressors in their respective fights. The lizard man, recognizable as Cayman by his charred scales, was busy choking out a kitsune girl, while Kast was punching a surprisingly naked Nyx. His face reddening at the sight, Jay quickly averted his eyes, considering any possibility of stopping deaths in his office and not naked vampires. I'm supposed to be the one in charge. I've got to rein these kids in.

"Alright everyone, calm down!" Jay straightened up, assuming the most commanding position he could with his limited height. "Let's not go brawling about in this office. I don't want to have to start today off by burying any of you guys." Initially zeroing in on Kast's teary vampire beatdown, he watched Nyx push the small kitsune girl off of him, though the fog of sleep prevented him from hearing their exchange. Deciding that now was probably the time to intervene, Jay stepped in between the two, fixing a stare on Nyx despite the latter's obviously more intimidating aura. "C'mon Nyx. No more," he pleaded, though there was still a hint of firmness in his voice. The nurse kept an eye on Nyx for a few more seconds before finally turning back to Kast. "Sorry about this, little miss," he apologized, though he kept an equally wary tone about her, given that he'd just watch her burst into flames. Carefully picking her up and setting her on an adjacent bed, Jay checked the girl for wounds before clearing her. "I don't know what my pasty buddy here said - but I'll apologize for him. Let's not fight anymore, alright? You still need to rest. Those little things on your head won't go away on their own, you know." With that, he turned to Nyx, setting his hands on his hips with the intense disapproval only a parent could carry. "And you, Nyx. Getting beat up by kids? This isn't the Nyx I knew. Also, please tell me there's a good reason for you being naked." Unbuttoning and removing his white lab coat, Jay threw it to Nyx, landing squarely over the vampire's face. "Cover up, and lend me a hand, will you? I don't think I'm nearly strong enough to break up these two over here..."

As it turned out, ending Cayman's chokehold turned out to be even harder than Jay expected. The lizard boy's arms turned out to be too tough - or perhaps Jay's arms were too weak - for the nurse to pry them off of Rae's throat. Any attempt Jay made would feel like a small breeze on Cayman's muscles, hardly noticeable in any regard. "C'mon... bud..." Jay grunted, still trying in vain to move Cayman's arms into a less deadly position. Once any physical attempts to separate the two proved futile, Jay tried his backup plan, diplomacy.

Assessing the situation, Jay took note of a detail in Cayman's situation - his frozen muscles. They didn't feel right. If he'd been trying to strangle her, I would've felt more quivering, or more output in general... but all I feel there is tension. They felt locked-up, so is it fear? Panic? A trance? Jay looked quickly to Cayman, figuring he didn't have much time. Gotta trust my instincts on this one. Alright. "Okay, bud. Could I... have your attention?" Jay ended his question with a clap, firmly enough to catch the lizard boy's attention. "Why don't we just calm down here? I can't say I know what's going on here, but I'm almost certain strangling this girl isn't going to help, right?" He gulped nervously, still new to the whole diffusing-the-situation part of his job. "Why don't we talk about it? If you set that girl down, I'm sure we'll figure it out before you have to strangle her..." Jay threw one last sideways glance to Nyx in case the situation went south. "Sound like a deal?"

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Wayne
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Wayne was overjoyed to find his two friends hitting it off already - though their fashion talk went far over his head. The water elemental didn't quite understand how designers like Nevore could "mold" their clients - and what exactly was the "citizen" they were being molded into? Was it some kind of new shape? "Aw, but I kinda like Omen King's head as it is," Wayne muttered under his breath, assuming Nevore would be messing with his friend's awe-inspiring egg head. Still, the two seemed to gel quite well, and Wayne knew he couldn't ask for much more. Ah, a fish and an egg. I should have known. Wayne felt like a proud parent watching two children grow to meet bright future, even though his lack of maturity would easily have him pegged as the child in both relationships. "Well if you two have things settled, I don't suppose someone like me should be sticking ar-"

Just as he turned around, Wayne bumped into the beautiful, dazzling, lettuce-chewing unicorn, falling flat on his rear in surprise. "Owowow... oh, Mistral! Long time no see!" For a brief second, he wondered how he missed Mistral's entrance, but thinking back to Omen King and Nevore's waves to someone behind him, Wayne figured he should have known better. "Long time no see, my favorite horned friend... we're still friends, right?" Wayne bowed to Mistral, knowing how much the unicorn would probably refuse a handshake. "I'm liking the greens you've got - oh, that reminds me! Have you all had breakfast yet?" Pointing the question more to Omen King and Nevore, Wayne pointed a thumb back to the breakfast line. "You'd better get moving, or it'll all be gone! I'll save us a seat!" He slung himself onto one of the benches, sliding along its side with relative ease. Patting the seat beside him, Wayne invited Mistral to take a seat beside him. "C'mon! I doubt lettuce is fun to eat while standing up! Why don't you keep me updated - how were talks with Nevore?"

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Rosie
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Rosie waited patiently in front of Dibe's blanket burrow, and as the other girl finally emerged from its depths, the werewolf girl's face lit up in excitement. So she wasn't being mean after all, Rosie thought, letting out a mental sigh of relief. You think too much, Rosie. The excitement continued as she finally saw more than a glimpse of Dibe's face, finally being able to put a face to her shy roommate. She wouldn't lie - the other girl's disheveled appearance took her aback at first, but after noticing the genuine shyness behind her actions, Rosie's heart softened a little. She kept up the smile and the extended hand, charmed by Dibe's similarly timid nature. She wasn't privy to Dibe's similarly overthinking, paranoid thoughts, but Rosie's mind rushed all the same. Oh, thank goodness. I'm so glad she wasn't trying to trick me, or get mad at me, and that she's not some mean vampire! I like her!

As soon as Dibe accepted her handshake, Rosie added her other hand on top of Dibe's, giving her the friendliest handshake she could manage. "It's nice to meet you too, Dibe!" She said, letting go of the other girl's hands. Looking into Dibe's face, Rosie could feel herself running out of things to say, almost tempted to retreat into shyness again. Thankfully, Dibe's offer broke that short shy spell. "Oh, you will? Thank you!" With her voice cracking at "you," Rosie quickly cleared her throat, averting her eyes from Dibe's as she flushed a light shade of red. "Er, I mean... thank you for your offer! I'm in your debt!"

Scrambling to save any sort of dignity she still had left, Rosie tucked her cap a bit farther over her eyes, grabbing her back and standing by the dorm's door as she waited for Dibe to get ready. Oh man. I really blew it now, didn't I? Stupid voice! You ruined everything! Her face scrunched up in embarrassment. This is what I get for trying to play the hero. Did I really think I was being "cool" back there? Bah! Should I have had water first? Was it because I was tired? Was I trying to talk too high or something? I hate voice cracks... Roise pulled the cap completely over her face as she waited. "J-just tell me when you're ready, Dibe! I mean, take your time too! I'm ready whenever!" Her voice came out muffled from behind the cap, but in order to to check for her roommate, Rosie pulled up the brim of her cap, revealing a face just as red as the cap hiding it. Ah, geez...

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Shu Crudele

Location: The Pits Of Hell || Interacting: TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity AI10100 AI10100 || Briefly Mentioned: Gossip Elf, Sweet Neko, Metal Man

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Shu eventually grew sick of flipping through page after disappointing page in the mediocre and disturbingly damaged thriller novels he’d selected that morning. Were he not such a proper gentleman he would have most certainly sat down for several hours in order to pour his troubled soul into a zealously brutal letter directed at the schoolboard, illustrating the many unsavory actions he would inflict upon the Neanderthals who couldn’t manage to stock the monolithic library with at least one piece of quality literature. But, alas, he was a paragon student, the epidemy of taste. No such scholar would ever send such ghastly reproaches to his s u p e r i o r s! Shu effortlessly jumped down from his lofty location, taking the time to lovingly tuck each novel back into its proper place on the shelves, even trash deserved to be respected. He let out an exasperated sigh, throwing his arms up with his palms facing the roof. He constricted his fingers and contorting his face in agony, standing in the empty library in that pose for longer than any normal person would have. The sheer horror of knowing the giant space had let him down year after year made the perfect boy preemptively resentful of the day. Shu dropped his arms lethargically, turning on a shining heel and briskly pacing back and forth in the pale dusty light of the reading room. He bickered with his thoughts for a time, what was he going to do? He couldn’t go vandalize anything, he was a changed man!

He stopped his rapid marching, throwing his head back and sluicing an emerald green mouthful out of his decanter. The ice sprite wiped his mouth and moved to stand close to the impressive windows of the building, staring insentiently at the campus before him, eyebrows knitting in silent contempt. He would never dare to place a hand on the splendid glossy surface, although the idea was tempting. Few things were as soothing as a gold pane of glass, but even fewer things outweighed the sight of palm prints on one. If he were to cause such a thing he’d be required to rip his eyeballs out in abhorrence. The only way to recover his sanity was to politely belittle his peers.

Certainly, a charismatic and gorgeous young man such as myself could insult people without them noticing! It would be doubly satisfying! These students are all disgraces on the face of this Earth, look at them! Not even taking the time to compliment my alabaster locks! They are perfect without me even trying and nobody here cares! He turned in a fluid motion, loudly yanking the curtains from there holders so that nobody could see him. What a crime, to not compliment someone through a thick set of windows. He pinwheeled about as he broke into enraged gesticulation, batting aimlessly at the empty space around him. No wonder he’d closed the blinds, it would have been hilarious to anyone fortunate enough to see it.

The uppity boy preened himself for a few moments, regaining his composure. He reopened the curtains as any decent student would, and promptly left the library in favor of the cafeteria. Assuredly, that’s where all the local lowlifes hang out in the morning! He nearly cavorted his way there, walking with the elegance one would expect only a creature of ice and snow to have. Upon reaching the cafeteria, Shu instantly grimaced at and reviled the smell. Are they serving dog? Why does it smell so abhorrent? The sort of miscreants that pollute their bodies with this ilk aren’t going to survive for long. They’ll die of malnourishment. As an upstanding student, I should write a letter complaining about it on behalf of me peers. He face twitched inhumanly, empty eyes scanning the area for any signs of weakness. THERE! That one, what a sad excuse for a man. His ignominy was unavoidable. Blatantly pining over some cat girl- what a fool. To Shu it was clear that the armored man was the dominant male in this situation! For shame. Shu sauntered over to the table with purpose, he stood by the group of students, closer to Megan than anyone else. He interjected himself into the conversation with a rudeness his corrective schooling would have frowned upon, he had to agree with the levelheaded ghost, but decided the best way to do it was by being condescending and flamboyant. “She’s right, perhaps you should try speaking with someone more to your caliber? That woman is out of your league by a long shot. Why risk public humiliation at the hands of her inevitable rejection?” His light voice was laced not only with a phony fantasy™ British accent, but also with an unshakable smugness. His nose was upturned, and his arms crossed. He’d purposefully stood sideways so that he could look over his shoulder and down his nose at Tac. Despite the rush of accomplishment this action gave the sprite, he jolted at the realization that he'd forgotten his manners, his posture deflating slightly, what if a teacher was around? His eyes darted about the room in terrified speculation, what if a teacher was around and they heard that? What if they reported him again? It would have been proper to introduce himself, but in that moment of quiet panic, it skipped his mind to do so. That, strange, weak boy looked like he were about to have an episode. Shu found himself breathing more sharply than before.
Her Infallible Communique: Princess Synnøve

Location: Outside School Store || Interacting: Loony_Bin Loony_Bin SpiritOwl SpiritOwl || Mentioned: Good Yarn Boi

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So caught up in trying to figure out if she’d ever seen a bird with arms before, it was still weirding her out, The false princess didn’t even realize right away that Columbus had adjusted his stance. Synnøve was inclined to believe Columbus was just playing along with her fraudulent guise, a prospect she found incredibly fun. The elf wasn’t opposed to impromptu games! He had more degrading nicknames than even her! The girl wasn’t sure whether to feel impressed or threatened by the boy’s list of epithets but was left feeling more jealous than anything else. She considered divulging what the occult meanings of his insulting pet names, but decided it was better if he didn’t know. Synnøve nodded her head in understanding, trying to repress her snickering at the sight of his sudden kneeling. “It’s all in good humor my liege, I like to walk among the common folk! I’ve heard of your exploits Meatshield! Your many conquests are laid out in the stars-“She was cutoff midsentence when Éanna barreled past her and began to VIOLENTLY SHAKE her new acquaintance. If only she could remember what people were meant to do in such extreme situations! She stood there at a loss, mouth hanging open in shock, staggering backwards several paces.

However, he girl was able to sooth herself after their strange animal companion huddled behind Columbus. This bird had certainly ruffled a few feathers! I looked like he’d shaken poor Columbus so hard he knocked a few screws loose. The guy didn’t seem to recall much of what had just happened. Synnøve found personal relief that the animal liked her, she wouldn’t have wanted to be shaken so furiously by the hand-bird. Hopefully Columbus wouldn’t fall victim to any other random acts committed by the bird, she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. It was probably her presence that caused this to happen!

She listened to Columbus’ plea, getting sidetracked by his mention of stitches. There was a really good joke that had left her in stitches once! How did it go again? There was a casserole, and some kind of mishap with it where everyone ended up eating something that was sooo gross! She tried to think of the little anecdote while he spoke but couldn’t arrange it quite right. She tapped her foot impatiently at herself. She was about to tell him that she had seen the crime, and that it had been perpetrated by nonother than their avian pal, but she hadn’t been able to formulate a sentence so fast enough and was left watching their ensuing shenanigans.
She put a hand on her hip proudly at his request, raising an enlightened index finger into the air,” Yes! With the use of my irresistible princess powers I should be able to help you solve this riddle!” She walked forward, placing a hand on Éanna’s shoulder, leaning her ear close to his twittering face. “Did you see who shook this boy? It couldn’t have been you could it?” she asked cheekily, in a higher and softer tone than her usual deep, tinted glass, register. Something about getting this close to the not-student worried her a bit. She was in dangerous proximity if Éanna should decide to flail again, but she had to help Columbus solve this puzzle! It could help him feel smart! Like when Mr. Plum carefully coaxed her into learning how to properly thread a sewing machine. Sure, she almost ended up with a hand stitched into her project, but it had been worth it.​
 
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Raziel
Location: Cafeteria

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Raziel have a truly heartfelt smile at Kerry moving closer and asking about his limp. It was a little hard to hear her trail off at the end with the bustle of the cafeteria but it was cute how she looked uncertain. He leaned a little closer to her and talked quietly but she should still be able to hear. "Of course you can ask. In truth I fell out my window and hurt myself luckily I heal quickly." He looked embarrassed and scratched at the back of his head.

He was about to take a bite but noticed it looked like her plate was empty or near enough. "We can split this if you'd like some more." Raziel was far from scared off and was instead glad to have a chance at making a friend. The knight was blissfully unaware of the attention from the other table as he enjoyed this friendly conversation.

Interactions: Kerry ( Deathpelt Deathpelt )
 


Mikaela

Interacting With

cute fairy boy jon!
Current Location
jom n mila's room
Notes
the homosexual gay gay has the dokis
Stuff
none

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Mikaela looked slightly surprised at Jon's words, at the idea that he didn't have to do this for him. "Well, I suppose I don't, but I'd never forgive myself if I let a friend walk around on their first day of school without some nice clothes to keep them warm n' comfy!" He gave a reassuring smile to the fairy, attempting to convince him that this small gesture was really no big deal to him as well as the fact that he was glad to be doing it. Though, as he turned his heart sunk slightly at the sight of the other's tears. "Jon, are you.. Crying?" His previous expression of dismay faded to one of pure sensitivity. "O..Oh no.. Please don't cry! I'm really happy to be doing this for you, I am.." He assured, taking on a kind smile as he fetched a oh-so conveniently placed box of tissues for the other. Pulling one, he handed it to the fairy. "I.. Think that crying is okay. Its okay to be sad. And.. And it's okay to be sensitive sometimes! But, I know you like to be tough and all, so I'll keep this between us." He winked at Jon before setting the tissue box aside.
Mikaela gave the other a bit of privacy while he changed into the new clothes, averting his eyes and staring, rather unfocused, at a spot on the wall. He returned his attention to Jon once he had finished changing, and upon landing his gaze on the other he had to admit to himself that his heart pounded a bit faster than usual, maybe even skipping a few beats.. A small hue made its way to his cheeks, though he tried his best to hide it. Darting his glance nervously to various objects about the room, all except Jon, he spoke in stutters. "U-Uh, well.. I don't have to g-get rid of them.. I can keep them if you'd like! I'll try to um.. To patch them up, yeah.." Mika cleared his throat once he had finished his sentence. "Let's see about those wing covers, yeah?" The witch smiled as he lifted the black pieces of knitting up. "Ah, so.. Just turn around and.." He hesitated for a moment, taking in a breath. "It's.. Alright if I touch your wings, right? Its kind of a dumb question but.. I don't wanna hurt you is all."



Atourr

Interacting With
angelique the witch!
Current Location
atourr and angelica's room
Notes
oh no.. atourr scare new small friend..
Stuff
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Upon seeing the other's reaction to her appearance, Atourr quickly ushered out an apology for scaring the girl so badly. "D-Daia very sorry she scare dorm-mate!" She spoke quickly and nervously, folding her hands together in front of her as she glanced to her feet. Ah, this morning was already off to just a wonderful start.. However, upon the approval she received at the compliment, a fang-toothed smile dusted across her features. She just knew that the girl would appreciate her compliment! Though, she didn't understand a good amount of her words considering she had never even heard of anything remotely close to them before.. Could they truly mean something? Or was it just some quirky was of speech that she had not yet discovered in her studies..
A small chuckle crawled its way up Atourr's throat as the other girl hopped up onto the bed, attempting to make herself the Orc's own size. It didn't prove to much avail, but she was still rather amused by her mannerisms. Atourr remained quiet during her proud, bold-toned speech proclaiming her name and a good morning. "Angegicap..?" The Orc repeated. It was unlike most names she had heard, but that was okay! She promised herself to do her best to remember.
Though.. Atourr's typical confusion with human manners came from when the girl dramatically fell down onto the bed, then launching herself into the air, and coming down with a 'crash!' as the very supports of the structure collapsed under her.. "Ah, oh no.. Dorm-mate hurt! Is.. Is Angegicap okay?" Atourr took a knee, overlooking her new friend with worry. It was then, after Angelica corrected her mistake, that the girl let out a small 'ohhh' at the realization of her actions. "Daiamo see now! Dorm-mate name is really Angelel- Angele- Agnel.. No, no.. Algeni- Hm.." She paused for a moment, placing her thumb and forefinger on her chin. "Oh! Angelelica!" Well, of course that name was wrong, but Atourr just seemed so proud of herself in that moment that it may have been hard to correct her mistake..
"Well, Daia hear that food help to feel better! Daia will carry new friend to food place to get food!" The girl exclaimed proudly, easily taking the witch into her arms and exiting the room, heading towards the cafeteria as she had remembered seeing it on her way to her room.
 
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You know when you feel like doing something productive that you get so hyped about it that you ended up not doing it?

That's Elvisia's situation right now as she sits on a concrete table with her feet planted on a chair, heads down while holding a soda can like a drunk office worker in deep contemplation. Elvisia my friends have not interacted with a single person until today. Which is normal, even last year she hasn't made any comrades what would this year be any different?. Well, it partly her fault as well since she got so easily distracted by other things that she forgot that she was supposed to meet people and ended up lazying around the school grounds while entering any class whenever possible. Elvisia was just that lazy to take the initiative to talk to someone to the point that she didn't even meet her roommate as well.

Despite her own self-procrastination, she didn't feel bad about possibly going through the school year alone, maybe she'll meet them during class. She closes her eyes as sigh deeply. She brings the soda can close to her and drinks it all until none were left before slowly leaning back until she lies down on the table and stare at the sky.


 
Kerry Stayne


Kerry let her ears perk up and gave a happy sigh, she knew that some people took questions such as these very personal and serious, and she was very grateful that Raziel hadn't. She blinked her eyes a few times in a cat like fashion, before tuning into his quiet speaking as he leaned in just the tiniest bit closer, which was very thoughtful in her opinion, wether or not he had done it in purpose. Because lets just say when someone yells at you and you just happen to have the hearing of a cat, you can expect a panic attack next. "Of course you can ask. In truth I fell out my window and hurt myself luckily I heal quickly." Kerry's eyes became a bit wider, and envisioned someone falling out of a fifty story building, though then toned it down a bit because as you can imagine someone probably wouldn't have survived that kind of impact. She tugged at her hair absentmindedly, thinking up a good response, but was confronted with a question this time coming from the armored boy.

"We can split this if you'd like some more." He said down, and looked at his plate. Kerry looked at the food hungrily, like a cat that was eyeing up a perfectly plump fish. She contemplated it a bit, tapping her fingers on the wood table creating a pencil tap sound, before finally answering.

"No thank you! I just ate everything so I'm quite fine!" She said, and gave a cheery smile. Food was always available, s he didn't need to take from anyone else! Clasping her tail between her hands she looked at the soft spoken and nice knight before finally conjuring a response to his first words.
"Hey! Would you like to go to the nurse when your finished eating? I know you have self healing in all, but isn't it a bit painful?" She looked down gesturing at the leg she had heard causing the uneven steps.


Place: Cafetaria
Mentions: NONE
Interactions: Raziel ( Silvis Silvis )
 
Nekomancer
How many cockroaches needed to poke up their heads before they understood that their words meant nothing to him? One after the other they came out of the cracks, washing over him with their unmerited differing opinions and lack of foresight. The simpletons had no way of knowing what greatness his hands brought forth, nor did they amount to the time that was going to be wasted in an attempt to correct their false judgment. There was something that had to be dealt with urgently, so why now of all times did they try and corner him? Casting them aside with little care, Nekomancer pushed himself past Erika, not heeding her warning, nor anyone else's, in the slightest.

What did they know, anyway? To him, they were all newborns, only just brought into the world and possessing a near-to-no understanding of what wonders surrounded them. What wonders were those? Nekos, of course. They have been blessed with the opportunity to walk side-by-side with these magical creatures, and yet they instead found themselves more concerned with their own pitiful existence, missing the whole point of being birthed as a whole. Any who weren't born a Neko were obligated to spend their lives in improving the daily growth of those that were lucky enough to be conceived as something so great, so why do they endeavor to stop him from such righteous goals? Surely, they were in the wrong. Whatever lies plagued their minds had to wait; for now, Tac had a very specific individual that needed persuading, for their sins were the most suspect of them all.

Making his way to the table that occupied Raziel and Kerry, Nekomancer stood stoically between the two, eyeing them both under the obscurity of his hooded presence. Extending a bony finger towards Raz daddy, the red of Tac's eyes came into full bloom, a peering set of ruby orbs fixing themselves on his person. "You, the blind lamb that has lost its path, I beseech to you that you withdraw from your frivolous attempts at courting the poor girl," he spat, a hiss being heard from under his breath. "I will ask you only once in the name of the Neko Lord: back away. I do not wish to deal divine punishment unless proven otherwise."

With a flick of his robes, Nekomancer puffed out his chest, meaning to intimidate the much larger and well-built man. "By the power invested unto me by the Archbishop of Nekomancy and a devout believer of the way of Nekology, I pray for you to not make a poor demonstration of yourself, swine. As you are a purloiner of innocent hearts and a heretic in the eyes of the Neko god above, I hold all rights to banish you from my sight as I see fit. Your filth is not welcome here, nor will it ever be. If perhaps you wish to absolve yourself of your sins, then I shall bequeath to you a chance of redemption. May you get on your knees and grovel like the slug you are, then I shall lend you my compassionate ears and judge you as a representative of my lord. If not, then leave with your tail between your legs, and never set foot on this sacred ground ever again."

To prove his point, Nekomancer unsheathed one of his plentiful blades from the shadows of his cloak, holding it blade first towards the knight. "Proceed with caution, litterbox. I have little patience for your foolishness. Realize your follies and go along with your dishonorable life while you still can. My kindness only extends so far, and I'm at the end of my rope." His hands itched for action, the eagerness in his stance betraying his words for peace if one could call them that. A part of him yearned for the individual to speak in protest. Then, and only then, was he able to show the onlookers the height of his ability, and what his devotion granted him. He wished for them all to be enlightened.

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    Rae



    The woman often acted on impulse. She found plans to be a waste of time. Sometimes, such rash actions resulted in life threatening situations. This was one of them. The innocent and weak looking man before her, was no longer so innocent looking. He had morphed into some sort of reptile hybrid, with his body beefed out. The kitsune had zero time to react, as the man's eyes shot open with a fright. Rae's breath was stolen from her as he gripped her throat with his monstrous hand.

    The force was so immense, that Rae's heart actually flipped as if it were an acrobat from cirque du soleil. It was beating wildly in her chest. Rae's initial response was amusement. She lived for this type of thrill. "W-wow! What...a greeting. Are you...going to kill me?" She managed to utter, staring back into the lizard man's eyes tauntingly. He was supposed to snap out of whatever trance he was consumed in. But he didn't. Perhaps Rae had underestimated his fear of fire.

    The man's grip failed to loosen, and with the appearance of her sister and her husband, the matter only descended further into madness. His hand began to constrict, cutting Rae's supply of air completely. It was at this moment, that something snapped within Rae. It was the realization that she could really die. She had spent the majority of her life devoid of a particular emotion. Fear. And now, it began to seep from somewhere within her. All of the pent up anger and depression from her younger childhood came washing over her like a tsunami. I don't want to die.

    The woman attempted to free herself from the man's grasp, violently clawing against his forearm. Only, to no avail. It was usually in the heat of peril, when her sister would so idiotically rush to her aid. And, she had. Yet, her simple mind had led her to attacking the wrong assailant. Her husband's words were not far from the truth at all. Still, with her emotions flaring about, she wanted to scream at him. You don't know anything about me! She wanted to say, but her vocal chords were locked in place. Her vision began to falter against her will. She desperately began to search for a nearby shadow to slip into, when the nurse made his way into the room.

    Would he manage to ease this lizard man's mind? Or would Rae become a stress ball, ceasing to exist moments later? She wasn't content on leaving her life in the hands of anyone, but it wasn't as if she had a choice. Her eyes were glazed over with trepidation, something she hadn't expressed in years. GingerBread GingerBread TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity Mistborn Mistborn Lotusy Lotusy
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jackal fuzukoto


the shifter swallowed hard upon the sound of the satyr's voice and shivered a little. he didn't dare to look back at the other male as he had gotten closer. much much closer. chris moving his arm around jackal's waist made the shifter's heated cheeks redden even a bit more as the guy had called in 'cute' that deep voice of his. this roomate of his,this guy had called him,jackal fuzukoto cute! jackal didn't exactly see himself as cute even if he had cutesy tastes. then again jackal didn't see himself as attractive either but rather knew himself as ugly. someone obviously attractive as this guy saying such things caught him off guard and made him unsure if he was actually serious. one thing he did know was that chris was straight up flirting with him either way and it didn't entirely sit right with him. just as he was about to push away the satyr but he was knocked down somehow with a swift movement at his legs as he fell down only to be held up by the waist by chris himself. that action of course made the shifter practically shaken a little inside as he became much more flustered and his face became beet red. his ears flattened as he was now forced to look up at his assailant with those red rubies of his that were his eyes. being held like he was now was very foreign to him.

sure he had held pluto before plenty of times but it wasn't anything in comparison to his current siduation let alone nobody dared to try holding jackal. then again, he was usually too big for anyone to try to anyways,but that was besides the point as he was rather unsure of how to exactly feel about his current siduation. on one hand he knew next to nothing about him other than he was possibly trying to seduce him and maybe even use him. he also knew this guy was without a doubt a total babe magnet and on the other hand maybe this was just how he normally was or perhaps he really did think he was per say "cute" and even his taste but of course either way wasn't entirely good. then again what exactly did he have to lose? it wasn't like jackal himself cared all that too much about what happened to him. if chris had planned on using jackal for his own means then of course he had just found the perfect target. pursing his lips a bit then bit his lower lip before responding. "a-and what exactly makes you think that i would?" he asked him as his eyes moved away slowly. "plus,this has to be some sort of joke..." he told him and managed to somehow get back on his feet then finally pushed him away with a frown.
jackal took a step back and exhaled softly. "you don't know me, and if you did you wouldn't like me..." he mumbled with still heated red cheeks.

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Cayman Wyman
Location: Nurses office
Current form: Lizard Boi
Interacting with: Violetti Violetti GingerBread GingerBread Lotusy Lotusy
Mentioned: TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity

As the situation he had gotten himself into just seemed to keep getting worse and worse, Cayman’s overburdened mind struggled to keep up with everything that was happening around him. His breathing began to grow heavier as he blinked and shut his eyes tight, trying to force away the images of fire that had burned themselves onto the insides of his eyelids. Rae seemed to be... enjoying the situation she had gotten herself into? She said something to him, her words sounding forced. "W-wow! What...a greeting. Are you...going to kill me?" Her tone made her seem to be taunting him. It didn’t make sense, nothing made sense. One of his eyes unfocused from Rae as Nyx entered, splitting his attention even further. He was naked for some reason, and he wanted... something? He wasn’t totally following what the boy was saying, being too consumed by his ongoing panic attack to truly focus on what was being said.

The next thing Cayman saw was a flicker of flame and heard someone shouting, a flicker that ended up being some one entirely engulfed in flames. Both of his eyes focused in on the blaze that was Kast. This is the demon that transformed Nyx into a fox. S-she’s on fire! As the fiery ball of fluff pounced on and collided with Nyx he closed his eyes. He expected to be the one getting hit instead of Nyx, crossing his free arm over his chest to try and protect himself as well as swinging his human shield between Kast and himself before his muscles locked up again in his fear induced panic.

Cayman hardly noticed as Jay intervened between Kast and Nyx, having kept his eyes shut tight and done his best to tune out any other sound besides his panicked breathing. Jay’s initial attempt at loosening his choke-hold on the poor girl along with Rae’s futile attempts at clawing her way out of his grip going unnoticed, her nails gliding harmlessly over his scales flesh and Jay failing horribly to even make his arm budge. Jay’s forceful clap near his head did get Cayman's attention however, his eyes opening and blinking rapidly before focusing in on Jay separately. S-strangle...? But I’m not... It was at that moment everything started to sink in, he was the person Jay was talking to and he was strangling Rae.

It was if a switch was turned off in him, his muscles unfreezing and relaxing ever so slightly. His beefy arm lowered enough for Rae’s feet to firmly touch the ground, afterwards moving his hand down from her neck. He rested his meaty hand firmly on her shoulder, ready to catch her if she were to fall. Cayman finally saw how badly he had been gripping the poor girl. His scaly fingers had left large red marks along the majority of her neck and she looked as if she were going to fall unconscious at any moment. He let his head bow in shame, looking at anything else in the room besides Rae, Kast, Nyx, or Jay.​
 
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Erika Dubloit
Interacting with: Nekomancer ( TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity ), Shu ( Foxu Foxu ), Kerry ( Deathpelt Deathpelt ), Raziel ( Silvis Silvis )
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Erika was surprised when another person had shown himself. Though he seemed to have he same intentions as her, his wording was a bit... how should she put this? Harsh? Yes, let's go with that. But Erika paid him no special mind. However, she gazed at him again. There was something about him that felt... familiar to her somehow. Ah. Of course. He was a returning student here. Took her a second look to remember because he was suspended once. His name was... Shu, wasn't it? But that wasn't important right now. She'd deal with him later when he decides to pursue this interaction further at a later date. Erika wasn't one to put aside anyone, even if it was because they weren't deemed 'nice'.

Her thoughts were cut off when Nekomancer shoved past her - though more accurately he simply passed right through her side - and marched onwards to the table Kerry and Raziel were at. Oh well how great, you show concern for someone and give them a reason to not do something and they do it anyway. Erika had a sinking feeling that this won't be the last time Nekomancer would be this pushy and would ignore her. She let out a small sigh and shook her head. Great. The basics of reasoning as to why she's trying to stop him is not to save him the embarrassment, but to not disturb Kerry who had become her new friend.

But what could she do to stop this neko-obsessed genius?

She trailed behind him before positioning herself beside Kerry, sending her an apologetic look as Nekomancer began to ramble on about some power given to him by some Archbishop of Nekomancy and Nekology. Erika had to give it to him. It looked like he managed to create some form of cult all by himself. Or if this was a real cult, then so help her, she might just head for a priest to exorcise her. Honestly, nothing was amiss. She had more or less guessed what he would do. Nekomancer wasn't a very intimidating figure, especially when you compared him to Raziel who was more well built - fitting for a knight like himself. She wasn't sure who he was trying to scare, but it wasn't exactly very effective... well, in her perspective at the very least.

But then he brandished a knife. "Hey..." She mumbled in a worried tone as Nekomancer pointed the blade straight at Raziel. It was obvious that Nekomancer was not kidding and he was going to attack if Raziel was going to retaliate. Erika was half-tempted to try and push away the knife - away from Nekomancer's grasp and away from harming anyone else. But she stood still. Surely, Raziel knew how to deal with these kinds of situations. Hopefully he did. She didn't want any blood shed this day. Erika wasn't sure what was going on in Nekomancer's mind, but now she knew that there was something more than meets the eye with this cultist. And somewhere in herself, there was morbid curiosity to know more.
 
Mistral Aquilo
✧・゚:*Magical Uniboi*:・゚✧
Current Location: Cafeteria
Interacting: Lotusy Lotusy okmelonn okmelonn Foxu Foxu Mentioned Briefly: TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity 's crazed mancer and Silvis Silvis 's leg ded knight
"Good morning," Mistral greeted Nevore calmly seeing as to how it was only polite, he didn't bother saying hi to the faceless thing standing there. If one didn't know better, they might have mistook Mistral's ignoring of the beloved King as a tactic to subtly get back at him for being a beauteous beast in his own design; his pearly complexion, his enigmatic egg-shaped head, his pillar-like height, the ancient aura which surrounded his personage - rather then finding all these qualities glowing examples of physical beauty, Mistral, was really just more perplexed by them then anything else! Not being one to try to wrap his head about difficult subjects, Mistral simply chose to not think about them. And so, he thought nothing of the ominous Omen King pliéing nearby. For all he knew the student was a large totem erected by the school in order to ward off violent massacres in the dinning hall by students who craved flesh.

At least, he could've been a totem if he wasn't moving what was very obviously a hand back and forth at a dreadfully slow pace, wh, what was that suppose to mean? It seemed the more Mistral stared at the movement, the slower it became! Was This Yolkel Trying To Hex Him?! Catch him in an entrancing back and forward motion in order to probe into the very depths of his mind!?! Scramble his brain until he was merely a shell of his former self? The unicorn did not feel like being poached by this otherworldly individual. No, he resoluted that his brain most certainly wouldn't be fried today! His blood boiled as his gaze turned away from the Omen King and towards Wayne; though his vendetta against the tear-drop headed student was basteless his grudge would not be one gotten over easily. Poor little Age of weakness would have a hard time getting to see Mistral's sunny side.

The water elemental rushed into Mistral so quickly the the unicorn didn't quite register the shove he felt against his chest was Wayne's doing. He certainly wasn't upset at the spirit for it happening, though , Mistral would have been had Wayne been a less magical being or should any of his precious cabbages been lost. Out of priority, he had a tight grip on the foodstuffs and they, much like he, didn't budge an inch. The accidental push was far less invasive then the 'beauty treatment' Wayne forced upon him in their first encounter in any case. Mistral assumed Wayne's 'ows' were a measure of surprise over injury, seeing as how he was composed of water - the unicorn doubted a little fall could bring about much harm. Mistral gave a nod of acknowledgment to Wayne's sentiments of 'long time no see' but didn't fully realize them himself, time was even more intangible to the unicorn then it was to others. Mistral didn't really keep 'friends', viewing Wayne much a stranger as anyone else; however, any meetings with water spirits he had prior were always pleasant and so he judged that accepting such a title could amount to no great harm, he viewed Wayne as a collective as opposed to an individual upon coming to these terms, "Of course," he stated with composure, as if there was simply no reason in the world that Wayne should've ever assumed they wouldn't be friends, despite the fact Mistral had no idea he was even loosely considered one until just moments before. Mistral's reassuring words were more lie then truth, but it was obvious the run-in didn't offend him, unlike the egg-boy's cryptic wave.

Mistral appreciated Wayne's compliment to his cabbages, they were definitely very likeable greens! Their color, shape, and flavors were all very friendly. Mistral would've been impressed with the water spirit's intuition, did he not suspect he was just prattling off whatever he could think of to make conversation. Mistral was confused by Wayne's statement in regards to the monolithic student. He doubted the entity without a mouth was capable of eating. Mistral's suspicion towards Wayne greenery compliment was proven correct; this, was no lettuce! Mistral had partaken of hundreds if not thousands of lettuces, he preferred them more then even the fine vegetables he held, the cabbage compliment couldn't have meant munch if the sprite was incapable of distinguishing the two. Mistral would've been taken aback also by Wayne ridiculing eating standing up. It was quite customary of quadrepeds to eat standing, and thus, Mistral was quite used to it and found sitting more unnatural. He decided to oblige the sprite anyway, though being someone with long legs - he could not appreciate the bench - it was perhaps, the absolute worst variety of seating. He also didn't seem interested in utilizing the table. Those cabbages would stay firmly tucked into position, slowly being gnawed down one leaf by crisp leaf. He glanced fleetingly to Nevore as he was mentioned, truth be told - he couldn't say he had more then one talk with the merman; though, the one he had was very eventful indeed, "I," he started, thankful for the break in his speech which elapsed do to the events nearby - he needed to gather his thoughts before he spoke anyway.

Mistral looked intensely across the cafeteria at Nekomancer, as if he found his outburst much more interesting then he really did, Mistral's thoughts on the maniac were quite easily deduced to 'this strange chaotic little man is surely paving the path to his own destruction'. Mistral was so invested in pretending like he was interested in what was going on over the way that he actually did notice his roommate Raziel was on the receiving end of the Mancer's rant. Huh, Raz, for whatever reason, looked worse for wear this morning.

Finally coming up with something to say, Mistral turned back to Wayne, "Nevore scouted me," he seemed to lay particular emphasis on the perfect word which was me, "as a model - a proposal of which I agreed upon," Though Mistral knew that much - he didn't know much else of what their talks consisted of! Sure, Nevore said a lot, but Mistral was wowed by the bubbles and gestures of the koi too well to have really caught anything that was said. He didn't even know what brand of fashion the merman dealt with, be it niche, couture, commercial - it hadn't seemed important at the time. "With his style and my grace we shall surely excel within the fashion scene," Though Mistral hadn't payed particular attention to Nevore's style before making the comment, he complimented it honestly. "I imagine our fame shall spiral into renown without issue; and from there, to stardom. Perhaps we shall fulfill the fantasy you once held of creating visual beauty across the world, an ambitious dream certainly, but not an impossibility. It will undoubtedly begin as a small operation, but all those that begin grow swiftly. Not only shall the undertaking help those who have trouble styling themselves," this feat, though likely very important to Nevore - mattered little to Mistral. Clothing may enhance ones features, but he could not find it increased their beauty, "but charities as well - as you know, I have no need for profit."

Mistral couldn't be tempted to buy from the school's penny thieving vending machines if he had no pennies to pinch! If Nevore had offered the contract up for no pay the unicorn would've taken it, unfortunately the merman hadn't been given that little factoid beforehand.Mistral did not measure his success with how lucrative the model stint would be, in fact, even the fame would be no determinant of success to him. He simply wished to have an individual talent, an accolade unto himself. Sure, as a unicorn - he was gorgeous, capable of magical feats, could live forever unburdened and anew, brought with him fortune and wishes, was adored and pedestaled, was swift and perceptive, was everything perfect and sweetly divine. But all this was as a unicorn. How many of his kind could say they lived as a model? None! Surely None! If Mistral became aware of any his fancy for the work would quickly wither and die - surely, they were too busy living unbothered near their forests and meadows and such forth to care. And so when one day he lived as they did, and was visited by whomever he might stumble across he could introduce himself not only as a unicorn, but, the unicorn model, and whomever he might meet would say 'oh my, a unicorn model? surely you are the only.' or, if the frosting was sweet, 'why of course you are! none could forsake your image as just the very being!' As Mistral had seen Wayne as just one of a collective of water elements, so did he view himself us just one of the hundreds of unicorn. But if all panned out - - not for long.

"I look forward to working alongside Nevore, he has already been inspired to design; isn't that right?" He deflected the topic to Nevore; whether the merman had been there the whole time or had recently returned with a meal. Mistral surely had no clue that the fish hadn't even a camera to his name.


Syke Cria
Miniature Mage

Current Location: On The Tippy-Top of Nurse Jay's Noggin'; On the shoulder woldery of Kast
Interacting TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity Near by: Lotusy Lotusy Mistborn Mistborn GingerBread GingerBread Violetti Violetti

AS SHE FELL TO HER GRIZZLY DEATH before Cayman, Rae, Nyx, Kast, And Everyone Who Bothered To Cram Into The Nurse's Office That Morning, Syke shut her weary eyes and GURGLED A STRANGLED GURGLE. She knew her lesson about recalling past memories, and instead of focusing on the unhappy narrative, blanched her mind, to the emptiness as she plummeted. It was strange, she did not hit against hard tile as she suspected - but thudded softly onto something with a bit of a bounce! My, this heaven did not feel nearly as warm as the one she experienced after falling off the witch boy Mika! It was then her veritable heaven SWIFTLY MOVED with a speed which nearly sent her falling away again, but, miraculously, the movement sent her flying forward into a messy knot of a ponytail. She gripped on with all the strength in her claws and hesitantly opened a single eye. It was a miracle the sights before didn't end up killing her from shock right then and there. A NAKED BOY?!?!?! Well, as one to proudly strut her stuff all out in the open atop her head, she didn't really have anything to say about that bit really. It was more so the whole fruckus that unraveled before her; there certainly wasn't a naked boy being clawed by a fire girl in the original Cosmic Love Katana. At least, not at the point she was at, she hopped the acting troupe wasn't spoiling her reading experience.

Syke braced herself as the nurse picked up the kitsune girl and whisked himself away to return her to bed, not wanting to stay up high with the person below her moving around so much Syke dismounted in a flying leap! Given her current state, it was obviously, a very dumb move. She was falling face-first - but, thinking she had planned her landing out just find, was not at all concerned by this. She hit the mattress with an inaudible thud, weighing far too little to cause any spring back from the mattress, she layed perfectly still. As if planted into the bed from her beak. She had to admit, the dive took more out of her then she thought it would! Syke rose daintily on to her toes before bursting into a small coughing fit. After recovering she quickly bolted up Kast's arm and plopped herself down on her shoulder, had there been any fire remaining Syke was capable of discerning via her nettles that it was non-harmful, "Oh dear," Syke hadn't realized the kitsune's sadness until she had fallen down beside her - what, with all the hub bub - but, she knew it was her duty to be a chipper friend!

Syke reached out to give Kast a consoling pat on the cheek, trying to time it so her arm wouldn't be drenched in a tear, "I'm sorry you're feeling so down," she fought back a cough, "I'd offer my handkerchief, if only I'd thought to bring it!" My, wasn't it lost yesterday? She'd need to find a few extra with all the teary eyes about the place! Was it just Syke, or were Kast's tears a bit infections, perhaps she herself was tearing up do to being tired from the morning exploits, she certainly hopped not! A Cough Drop and she'd be hunky dory, she was sure. "I don't mean to intrude," she inquired, party to try to change the topic and flatter Kast, partly to figure out if an up and coming scene from her favorite manga was spoiled for her, "but are you an actress?"

Éanna
Puppeteering Parrot

Current Location: Courtyard; Anywhere But The Courtyard
Foxu Foxu loonybin loonybin

Éanna was experiencing a GREAT DISTRESS, he very much did not want to be pulled up onto his feet, but he was too bewildered to resist allowing himself to be helped up. He was so frightened, and hateful, that his constant tweeting almost gave way to a momentary pause, as if he would give into to the horrors which the sorceress no doubt had in store for him! Not that he wouldn't love to see them, he just did not wish to be the subjected participant! No siree, Éanna would not be made into pie if he had anything to do about it! Éanna wished to speak to Columbus, if he could, he would've deflected blame onto the sorceress to save his own luxurious feathered frock - but he could not find the words in her presence, she was too strong, too magnificent, too diabolical! And She Was Making Strange And Calculated Motions?! No, no, no, no! Éanna, so prone to poofing out his feathers in order to show how very stronk he was, let them lay flat - his squashed and sad stated feathers did manage to make him look even less formidable then he already appeared. He inched closely to Columbus in order to evade her grasp; it was within these few seconds he came to a realization; for all he knew, this shopkeep could have been a front! He could've really been the Sorceress's assistant! Behind his mask, his gave a silent gasp of terror, mute, even in his native language. It was in this moment of EXTREME HATRED and coiling terror, that her hand - the Sorceress's hand - crept down upon his befeathered shoulder, the cold of her hand was surely full of enough nastiness to curdle the blood within his very veins.

With every step she had taken he could feel the hatred beyond hatreds grow increasingly hate-y, exceeding the level he already thought to be impossible! And now, now that the hand slid chillingly across his silky feathers, and her face leaned down towards his very own, and she spoke from her vile mouth words Éanna was too overwhelmed to interpret in a voice unlike her own, his feelings turned to ice in his petrified state. His had frantically flitted from side to side against his own accord, perhaps this was to say no to her question? No, of course not, he was a birb! Why would he be out Violently Shaking Zombies?! But, no. The shake of his head was not a no at all but an involuntary movement as he tried to come up with a plan, but thinking, was a fruitless endeavor. Instead, blinded by hatred, he turned on instinct. Spontaneously Éanna's leg shot out and kicked the dark elf right in her shin; as quickly as the deed was done the bird ran for it! Sprinting off in any direction available to him! He didn't care! He just needed to get away from this madwoman! Éanna's body was one built for hopping and weaving, not running across a wide flat surface - his flailing arms may have attested to his inexperience in the field, but run he did.

After expelling himself from Synn's hate circle, the bird might've wished he'd stayed behind. Might've, if he were completely bonkers! The overwhelming terror was a much more welcomed feeling then the exploding hatred; and the ability to feel rage aimed in a tantrum like manner to unleash his energies was another welcome and familiar emotion - much better then the primordial wrath of hate which had driven him to desire pain upon only the - shudder - Sorceress herself. Éanna's tweets returned, but they weren't as upbeat as yesterday. But that was fair enough, yesterday had been a blast, and this morning - a major bust, he didn't even get to enter the store before he was spooked away from it! His feathers filled themselves back out, he was more then a little mad about how things had turned out, but, the day was still unfolding before him.

 
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<~~boogie monster(aka boogie man)~
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<~current form: female~>


when yui pushed out of broonie's grasp the monster became almost instantly worried again with a loud gasp. she reached her tentacles over brushing one of their striped limbs against his shoulder out of concern as it was about ready to ask if he was okay again. before they could speak though they paused as the smaller male was more worried about some sort of jar of brown stuff rather than himself. he then proceeded to hiss at her calling her a "baka". broo sighed softly in relief that he was okay from the looks of it. they didn't know they would do if something worse had happened. okay maybe she did but she hated the idea of hurting people even on accident. a light tint of pink flushed over the monsters pale cheeks in what seemed to be embarrassment over the whole siduation. "i-i'm not a baka!" she told him as she placed a hand on her arm rubbing it and glanced away. she felt bad. "i just didn't see you. " they said then looked back over giving a soft exhale. holding a hand out they started gesture over to a really gross amount of a mysterious gooey substance on a wall. "i mean i would have usually noticed a cutie like yourself but you have to admit stuff that gross can be a tad distracting...sorry. then again i should have been paying more attention..." she told him muttering the last bit as if insulting herself. the monster then shook her head a little still disappointed in herself a bit but also couldn't help but to take a closer look at him,staring into his very being almost with those big blue eyes of hers. broonie wasn't lying when they said yui was cute. this boy was beyond cute and they wondered what he tasted like. they wondered if he tasted as sweet as he looked despite the obvious attitude this boy was giving off.

then again a little spice never really hurt anyone did it? they wondered what he smelled like and if his skin was just as soft as it looked. broonie practically wanted to squee with joy at the sight of this boy like a anime school girl on steroids just because how adorable this guy was. the monster wanted to pinch his cheeks and eat him up like a cupcake. "my name?" she asked as she was pulled from her thoughts an gave a quick nod. "it's broonie flufferbutter but you can just call me broo,boo,boo-boo,or senpai,hehehee."they answered giving a giggle at the end and held out a pale hand with glittery pink painted claws on them for them to shake. "and may i ask what the name of my little oh so kawaii victim is?" she asked saying victim in terms of playing along with him calling her his assaulter.



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  • Yui Nagisa

    Yui blushed a bit when he was called cute.
    Of course he was cute! No, he was fucking adorable and everyone knew it! He just wished that it was Tac who was giving him that complement.
    Yui looked over at the spost that Broo had been distracted by. This school has always looked clean and nice but sometimes the students didn't care about what it looks like! That pissed Yui off. He couldn't stand living in a place that wasn't taken care of! He would have to find whoever did this and make them pay!
    After he was done making Tac's gift.

    "Broonie? I guess I'll call you Broo. Oh no! Brownie! Brownie Senpai! Nyaaahaha! That's what I will call you." He stated triumphantly.
    "The name of your oh so kawaii victim is Yui Nagisa! You may call me Yui. Now Brownie Senpai, since you almost broke my special jar, I am making you help me prepare it! I could use your...extra arms there." He poked at one of Broonie's tentacles that had been on his shoulder, then he shook her hand.
    "You can cook, can't you?"

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Kast
Why was he being so stubborn? Feeling a hand push against her chest, the feather of a girl went tumbling off of Nyx, falling on her backside as she watched him reorientate himself. Why did he feel it necessary to keep badgering on about her family affairs to her? What point was he trying to prove by getting on her nerves with every breath he took? The more he talked, the more frustrated Kast became. Soon enough, she was bubbling past her breaking point, about to burst at the seams.

To Kast's dismay, she wasn't able to come up with a single fond memory that she had with Rae, at least, one that they both shared. She didn't take Nyx's advice to face value, from being so enraged, that she simply shrugged it off as another nasty remark to go on the pile. By the time he finished his little lecture, she was already going off on him with her own thoughts on the situation. "Ya think I want my sis ta hate me?! Ya think I wanna feel like this or somethin'? Ya dunno the first thing about us. This is the first time I gotta see 'er in years, and I ain't gonna let ya badmouth 'er like that!" she squeaked, just about to scramble onto her feet and go in for another round. She was, however, stopped by a mysterious man that scooped her up in his arms, taking her over to a bed and setting her down gently.

"Oi, watch it! Didja not sees that I was gonna beat up that punk-" she stopped herself, noting that it was the nurse that had gone out of his way to breaking up their squabble. For the first time in a while, reality had hit the young kitsune, Kast realizing that she must've looked ridiculous with all the commotion she was starting up. Scanning the room, she took note of all that had happened, and for once, it wasn't all about her; hell, it had nothing to do with her at all. Closing her mouth shut and keeping silent to herself, she put her hands over her eyes in dismay. She had, once again, messed up her image in school, and now she looked the fool.

Basking in her newfound sadness, Kast hardly felt the gentle touch of a tiny hand against her cheek. Assuming it was a fly, she was about to shoo it away, but then the small figure spoke. It must've been a student at the school. Either that, or she was starting to trip mentally instead of physically now. Turning to her own shoulder, the small green bean entity spoke of her being an actress. Was her crying that phony to others? Was her depressed state only entertainment to them? Believing that this isn't what the critter meant, she wiped away at her tears, sniffling and whimpering before being able to let out a defeated tone. "W-Well, I ain't ever been called that before. Does I look like one ta ya?" Deciding it best to drop her little outburst for another time and take it up with Nyx later, she relished the chance to let go of this terrible feeling welling up in her stomach, clinging to the kind newcomer's words for any semblance of comfort in her time of need.

GingerBread GingerBread Lotusy Lotusy Violetti Violetti Mistborn Mistborn SpiritOwl SpiritOwl
 
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Jonathan
Interacting
Karma
Location
Jon and Mika's dorm room
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Jon huffed and turned away from Mika as he crossed his arms. "I wasn't crying. Only lame losers cry. A-And you better not tell anyone! Be-Because it'd be lying" When Mika started talking about how he didn't ''have'' to throw his old clothes away, Jon turned back to face him with a pout on his face. "Of course I want to keep them! ...They're better than any loser clothing you could make... you lame loser lameo" When Mika changed the topic to the wing covers, a small smile started to creep into his features as he quickly turned around as Mika had asked. But, when He asked about touching his wings, Jon seemed to freeze up for a second. A red tint started to creep into Jon's facial features once more, as an awkward air filed the room. Jon stayed quiet as he remembered the events yesterday with Karma in the auditorium. Though after a few moments, which felt much longer to Jon, he spoke up. "U-Um.. Of course. H-How else would you get them on? And it's not like a l-loser like you could hurt me anyway... N-Not that you should try! you should be gentle with my wings..." Jon tensed up and braced himself for what was about to happen.. after all he didn't want a repeat of the scene the day before.

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]Nyx

Interacting
Rae
Cayman
Jay
Location
Nurse's office
Notes
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Nyx wasn't expecting Jay to step in, so when he did it came as bit of a surprise. It wasn't the first time the boy had scolded him for doing something, and he doubted it'd be the last. But that wasn't to say he was just gonna lay down and take it. As Jay threw the lab coat on top of him, Nyx pulled it off of his face and quickly put it on as he stood. As Jay started attempting to pry the lizards arm off of the Kitsune, Nyx started to do up some of the buttons on the lab coat. "When have I ever needed a good reason to do anything Jay? And as for the getting 'beat up' part, I thought I'd give you a break for once. But I guess you really do appreciate the Job security I provide, Don't you?" Nyx paused for a moment before speaking again. "Well, I guess it's not that much security when they end up dead. Kinda makes you look worse.." Nyx shrugged as he leaned against the wall, watching the scene between the Lizard, the taller kitsune and Jay go down. Of course if it went too far he'd do what Jay asked and step in, but for the moment it didn't look like his help was urgently necessary. He'd heard Kast ranting some more towards him earlier.. before Jay moved her. Though it sounded like more moaning about ''how he was wrong''. So Nyx decided to just ignore it, for now. He was sure after he killed Kast's sister, It'd all come up again. So why worry about it now?

As the Lizard boy let go of the Kitsune's Neck, Nyx started slow clapping. "Well done Jay. For once your attempts at diplomacy worked. Well I guess you can't win them all, can you?" He noticed that the Lizard was looking a little down and ashamed, so Nyx decided it was best if he gave him some of his sort after words of wisdom. "Don't be so down Geko boy. It's not your fault that you picked someone that I was gonna kill. But what you should be ashamed of, is how fast you gave up the kill. Now that's shameful, You pussy" Nyx smirked at the man before quickly turning his attention away from him and towards the Kitsune, who didn't seem to be in the best state. Not that Nyx gave a crap about that. "And you. The cat bitch. I'll give you a chance to choose a time and place to die, Since I'm so nice. You can even invite your stupid sister to watch you die if you want"



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Chris

Interacting With
Jackal​
Current Location
Dorm room​
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Chris kept the smile on his face even as Jackal seemed to doubt his intentions. "Oh, my dear. I could never joke around about something like this." He took a step towards Jackal, closing the gap that the shifter had made between them. "Especially not with someone as.. alluring as you" Chris started to lean in closer towards Jackal, as if he was going in for a kiss before stopping suddenly just inches away from the boy's face. He took a few steps back, away from the shifter, giving him some personal space back. "But, Ah. I see now. You're trying to let me down gently, aren't you? I mean, someone as beautiful as you must already be taken." Chris raised a closed fist to his mouth as he turned his head away from Jackal "How could I be so foolish" He muttered to himself before turning his gaze back towards Jackal, his smile faltering ever so slightly. "If that is the case, don't feel you need to be gentle with me.. I never like it gentle" He purred, winking at the boy, his devilish smirk returning in full force. "But, if I am wrong, then you must feel free to stay in my bed more often. Waking up and seeing your perfection.. was like an art aficionado waking to find they have the entirety of The Louvre to themselves; Having perfection so close"


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Nevore

Interacting With
egghead, moistest boye, beautiful model boye!
Current Location
cafeteria
Notes
w-why cant mistral senpai love me like he loves his cabbages...
Stuff
none

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The mannerisms and ways of Wayne's egg-headed friend seemed to amuse Nevore rather than upset him like others sometimes did. It wasn't as if he was being ignorant on purpose, but he was just naive in his nature! Aw, how precious.. The merman gave a hearty laugh before answering, Though, at the mention of his 'name' he shot a glare at Wayne, suspecting that it was his fault that he was referred to as such. "Ah, actually, it's Nevore Mimata.." He corrected, seeming to act rather kind towards Omen King. This was strange, as he was sure he hadn't acted like this towards anyone else since he had come to the school. It was almost if he was.. Assuming a parenting position? Yes, I suppose you could put it like that.

"Well, modeling isn't exactly like that. But, sure! It can help you become a better person! And boost your reputation! And, Wayne, it does not require the, um, re-modeling of our friend's finely shaped head.." He let out a small cough at this last comment. Well, it may be hard to work around its gorgeous egg shape, but Nevore was sure that it would be a break-through design in the fashion industry! There he went again, with his eyes getting that shine and sparkle that radiated across the room. Ah, he was imagining his fame and fortune in all of its vast glory. And, of course, Mistral's appearance did not held to quell his excitement at all. In fact, he grew even more excited! (if that was even possible.) And though he was hungry he seemed to be too stunned, what with the other's lettuce-cromching and comments on their future reputation together, to move or let alone even breathe. It seemed that he died for a straight few minutes as all air bubbles in his extravagant bowl faded from view..
Though, upon Mistral's attention resting on him, the merman's life returned! "U..Uh, yes! That is exactly right, my dear Mistral! We will be the most powerful gay icons fashion duo the world has ever known!" He exclaimed, snapping out of his awe-struck daze.




Mikaela

Interacting With

cute fairy boy jom!
Current Location
jom n mila's room
Notes
dont hurt the boy dont hurt the boy dont hurt the boy d o n t h u r t t h e b o y
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Mika let out a small laugh at the other's attitude towards his accusation of him crying. "Well, gosh, I could never lie about something like that! Guess I'll just have to keep it to myself.." He let out a small smile at the other, his racing heartbeat beginning to calm. What was that about, anyways? He nodded at Jon's comment on his clothes, eyeing the tattered pieces. It seemed he cared for them a good amount, he'd have to be extra careful while going about his repairs..
The fairy's hesitation at the mention of Mikaela touching his wings once more was overly obvious, causing an awkward air to settle onto the room. Mikaela felt himself tense up as well, as it was in his least favorable opinion to hurt the other boy. That was the absolute last thing he wanted after yesterday's disaster.. And so, as Jon gave him verbal confirmation, he gave a small 'Okay..' before approaching the other's wings with his hands. "..Going to start putting them on now." The witch warned, hoping to allow the other to be prepared. Proceeding with an exceeding soft touch, Mikaela was able to slip the light wing covers on. A perfect fit! He smiled to himself as he gave a gentle tug to make sure they were on snug enough. The whole ordeal went with Mika brushing his hand against the fairy's wings a minimal amount of times, hopefully not making him too uncomfortable in the process. "Are.. They okay? How do you feel? Did I hurt you at all..?" He asked in a rather concerned tone.
 
Omen King

Location: Cafeteria || Interacting: okmelonn okmelonn Lotusy Lotusy SpiritOwl SpiritOwl ||Mentioned: N/A

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Omen King was relieved to see that Mistral was more personable today. He wasn’t aware that it was mostly out of confusion on the horned boy’s part. Active avoidance didn’t hurt feelings! However, calling someone the wrong name did! Despite Nevore’s kind wording, the entity was left feeling totally crushed. How could he have possibly called Nevore by the wrong moniker? Certainly, Omen King would have been deeply saddened had anyone called him Age of Weakness. He fretted over the idea that the aquatic boy was just being nice about it. He was visibly upset, bringing his hands up to his strange head,” Oh no! My sincerest of apologies, Nevore Mimata. I promise to never call you by your improper name again.” Age of Weakness seemed truly guilty at having made a simple mistake he couldn’t have possibly known about as if it were some major offense. Had he ruined things early on? Not being able to read rooms or fully grasp the concept of body language, Omen King was left in an unavoidable and melodramatic darkness.

Changing the shape of his head? Omen King found Wayne’s interpretation promising, his gentle miasma of voices letting out a light chuckle. “You mean you can make me more like my brothers? Oh, they are truly wonderful beings. So tall and wise! They stand monolithic in my presence, their heads are as the sun, beaming down across my tundra home. Their voices reverberate with the steady beats of hades- oh Mister Mimata I envy your work so! To be able to make people better versions of themselves. Wayne, you are truly wonderful! To have such a friend is showing of your character. A friend dedicated to making me less of a failure despite my mistake, his purpose is grand and finite.” Omen King’s chorus of voices sang with a rapturous cadence. He moved about his arms in a sweeping motion, finding the conversation nearly intoxicating. What a wonderful friend, Nevore could help him obtain his true purpose in life! He was almost disappointed when Wayne’s assumption was confirmed false. Changing the shape of Omen King’s head wasn’t his plan, it had been such a fun idea to imagine outcomes for, but Age of Weakness was so taken by the concept of self-improvement that he didn’t mind all too much. He unquestionably had been jumping to a lot of conclusions during this conversation, but Age of Weakness was a credulous sort.

“I have no need for food, my life is sustained by light in its unadulterated form. I do wonder how it feels to eat? It must feel so strange!” His head swayed in the direction of Mistral, enthralled by it all. Not understanding what sitting really was, and lacking the capacity to actually do so, Omen King took a step on the bench across from Mistral and Wayne, standing on it as he had the sofa in the Logica Commons the day before. His already towering build growing even more so with this additional height. Omen King would have been aware of the kerfuffle going on at the other end of the cafeteria, were he not so committed to paying attention to the rest of the bathroom bois. At this point it finally registered in Omen King's head that Nevore had called him his friend! Happiness surrounded the entity, he hadn't made an irreversible error, the fish boy was as forgiving as he was impressive!
Shu Crudele

Location: The Seven Layers of Hell, All At Once || Interacting: N/A || Mentioned: Students involved in Cafeteria Drama

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Shu’s absurd pose scattered like chaff in the wind, leaving his arms splayed out in disgruntled shock. What in the name of all things holy was this sad display? It simply would not do! When Nekomancer burst past, or more so phased through, Erika, Shu was left feeling simultaneously insulted and pleased. He must have been the final straw to break the camel’s back in this scenario, a fact that he reveled in, but at the same time he knew he couldn’t partake in this altercation. His eyebrows twitched eagerly, anticipating yet despising what lay before him. Tac nearly made Shu snicker with piteous glee. A feeble man in all respects. Needing faith to guide his path! HA! A real man acknowledges no greater divinity than himself. This poor sod. Shu turned his head to the right, nearly resting it against his own shoulder. How dare these terrible men torment him, they didn’t stop to consider how he felt in this situation! Such selfishness was an unforgivable offense. This weak man is a ticking time bomb, a self-destructive waif! What an absolute infidel, I hope his ideology involves self-flagellation as punishment. This dreadful smear on the face of man deserves to suffer at his own hand. Shu, wanting to get a better angle of the ensuing action, placed a bootheel onto the edge of the closest table and leveraged himself onto the thing with an ease reminiscent of cricket song in summer, breathtaking in its frigid precision. He fidgeted feverously, his nearly colorless eyes open all-too wide.

The sight of a knife made his cold blood boil, a cursed sight in the eyes of the ice sprite. It wasn’t fair! He wanted to lunge forward, jump across to steal the glinting piece of rubbish out of Tac’s venomous hand. He wanted to have it! But It wasn’t rightfully his, and it would be stealing if he took it. Shu shuddered slightly, as if he was somehow bothered by the cold breeze that followed him everywhere. He was above stealing these days… It was that dead man’s property, and therefore it was disgusting. Nonetheless, Shu wished it were his hand instead that held that blade. To plunge it into some unsuspecting fraud, to savor the sweet taste of rancid rage. Shu could not take his eyes of these dreadful dandies and their petty squabble. Wretched beings, worthless ants. Shu took a deliberate step forward, as if imagining squashing the two of them with a single immaculate step. The light coming into the cafeteria framed his form wondrously, he’d specifically chosen to stand where it would hit him, causing his light-mint completion to shimmer, a symphony of beauty. The light caressed the gentle slope his thistledown hair, danced upon his saintly visage. He was not only more skilled than Nekomancer in every way possible- he was much more attractive! If he were the provoker of this fight people would have cheered for him rather than jeered. Of all of this, Shu Crudele was certain! How dare this man get to fight, when I, of all people, am here as well. If nekos were so divine, clearly, they would have selected me to bear their holy witness. I would spit upon the holy text of this man, but even my saliva is of higher quality than it. I shall not grace this shame with my purity.

He should have heeded that girl’s wise words, he’s not going to make it out of this in one piece. Shu brought a hand up to his lips, concealing his obnoxiously arrogant smile as he snickered. This school was a hotbed for madmen. Scratch complaining about health code violations, he’d have to inform a teacher that these two idiots got in a fight, endangering nearby students! Oh yes, that would surely get them in trouble! He thought about how he would nark on Raziel and Tac even before the fight started- they would bleed more than blood this day! Their reputations were over! HA! Shu downed another mouthful of his emerald beverage. If he could not join in on the violence, he would watch from afar in quite wrath.​
 


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    Rae



    Just as the woman believed her vision would give way to complete darkness, the pressure around her neck began to dissolve. The titan lizard man had set her back upon the floor, using his other hand to steady her. It appeared as though the nurse's words were enough to persuade the man to ease his impulsive emotions. Instinctively, Rae frantically inhaled, seeming to choke on air itself as she released several ragged coughs. After gaining the majority of her composure, she raised her own hand up to graze her neck. Although the kitsune was blind to the red marks left on her delicate skin, she wasn't immune to the lingering stinging sensation.

    Still, she drew her fingers over her neck, wanting to feel the sharp pain it brought her. Was Rae a masochist? Maybe. But the action was much deeper than that. Not that Rae could fully comprehend the entirety of the reasoning behind her actions herself. And, why would she try? The less she understood herself, the more of an excuse she had not to understand others. Her breathing remained uneven, as she struggled to string together a proper sentence. A proper word. A proper letter.

    She refused to raise her gaze to the lizard man. Even her sister's words washed right over her for the time being. Her neurons were still flashing like crazy, attempting to catch up with the conclusion that she wasn't in fact, dying after all. She had experienced a fragment of her past by knocking on Death's door. Fear, an emotion once locked away, reverberated off of her with every tremble. Even if she so desperately wanted to shed tears, they wouldn't come. Not today.

    Her sister's husband, now revealed as Nyx, sauntered over to her with pride in his steps. He was prompting her to choose a time and place for her death. Without gracing him with her eyes either, she managed to whisper quietly without straining her voice too much, "What a gentleman of an air freshener you are. And your wife is okay with you planning dates with other women?" Her tone was moderately accusing. As if she were perturbed by the aspect of such a marriage. Once Nyx became family, she would be forced to outcast him too.

    Finally turning to face the lizard man, the fringe of her bangs swept over to cover her right eye. "Never did I expect to be so...manhandled. Is it a kink, or are you anti-feminist? Because God forbid, his reactions be a result of Rae's doing. She did no wrong. Flipping her hood over her head, she pushed past the two, to stand before her sister and the flower child she was conversing with. "Am I not a waste of your efforts? How you can blindly sacrifice your own safety for someone else is beyond my comprehension. However, continue to do as you please. I merely express the notions that baffle my mind."
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