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    Sylva had found the room blessedly empty and thought her luck was turning around finally. She had just placed the bucket and took half a step back when the door opened. The bucket fell and with a clattering sound she was drenched. "By Sol's left nut how deep is this shit pit?" She was still rubbing water out of her eyes when she turned her wrath towards the newcomer. "What is wrong with you?! Flea ridden..." She trailed off for a moment after seeing him. He was an absolute hunk! Those abs alone would be enough for her to make a move but now he was drenched and she could see the individual droplets glistening on the chiseled gifts from Sol. She looked up towards his face and was pleased to see Sol didn't disappoint and made him handsome as well. "Hunk of handsome." She finished her sentence with a very different tone of voice.

    She shot a glance at herself and gave an internal prayer of thanks to Luna. The water had gone all down her front turning her white shirt completely see through exposing her bra. She couldn't have planned that better herself. When she returned her eyes back to him she saw she'd missed the most important part of his appeal, he had cat ears! A devious plan formed in her scheming mind instantly and she put it into action. "You better do something to make up for this! Like, being handsome doesn't mean you can go around dropping water on girls you know?" Even as she spoke she began taking liberties and jumped at him. She didn't care if he caught her or let her tackle him to the floor because her hands were already fondling his ears. They were so soft and furry! She was in heaven even without considering those lovely abs.

    Interactions: hot unfortunate stranger ( HTCOR HTCOR )

 






Roland Graves


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  • Tagging: Silvis Silvis

    Mentioned
    None



    Location

    Drenched, on the floor of the history classroom.

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Roland being hit with the water was one thing- his hat slipping off with the fact that he was drenched- but having a girl literally just press herself up against him, as if they were lovers? And then fondling his ears? He'd barely managed to catch her, his face scrunching up in confusion- especially since he could feel the fact that she was messing with his ears particularly well. His brain was trying to process exactly how this happened. He went from having her furious, to full on 'Marry me' mode, or at least something close. Oh. Wait. He was on the ground. Apparently he didn't catch her, the surprise of the fact that he got hit with a bucket of water having stolen away all but the barest of his thoughts- and his instincts barely managed to keep him breathing, let alone actually stand right.

He glanced down at her, before his gaze snapped right back up. Bad, nope, not a wise idea. He wasn't going to get in trouble for staring down someone's shirt on his literally first day. Yet what could he do? She was atop him, and his face was already flaring a crimson red. What in the hell did he walk into? An anime school? He couldn't really comprehend exactly how this happened- as she pretty much held every last bit of his attention. Was- what?

He was sitting here in a scenario where he was tackled by a girl in a sopping wet shirt, revealing probably every inch of skin that it could, as she proceeded to talk about 'Repaying her' for this. This was worse than- this was probably going to set him up as the class pervert, wasn't it? Or worse, the one popular guy that everyone wanted to be near. He was just a- argh!

How was he meant to react to this? His hands slowly placed themselves on Sylva's sides, intending to lift her up, and shift her off of himself- but to anyone else, it could seem a little...off to do that. He deflate a little, shifting underneath her- he did get them both soaked to the bone, and now his papers were probably wet as well. Great. He needed those to properly enroll and all. But moving on, he would begin to gently slide the elf off of himself, making sure to not hurt her.

The fact that his ears were being fiddled with, didn't make this any easier. It was a constantly distracting things, his mind demanding that he give in and let her just mess with his hair and ears. But nope, he had to be a good person, and set her aside for now- or at least try. If he couldn't, that was entirely up to her choice of sticking to him like a lover.
 





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    Sylva obviously knew he was trying to shift her off but blessed Luna knew she would never give up that easy. Instead she leaned back a little so that she was straddling him with her hands still fondling his ears. She made a show of looking down and getting a coy smile. "Oh, you wanted to, like, look huh?" Some small part of her brain cried out to say it was wrong to be so conniving with those poor abs it was quickly overruled by a different voice pointing out how soft these ears are.

    After letting him look for a moment if he wished she pouted. "Since you haven't asked, my name is Sylva. Like, you should tell me your name and when you'll take me on a date to make up for this." If somebody saw them right now they could very well misinterpret the situation and not recognise that she was extorting the poor neko into a date. In truth she didn't want to leave it at a date but she thought that the neko might run off if she pushed too much right now.

    Interactions: hunky victim ( HTCOR HTCOR )

 

<~broonie flufferbutter~>
<~~boogie monster(aka boogie man)~gender-void~~>
<~current form: male~>

broonie blew a little bit of air and chuckled. "i am sweet though. i taste like candy." the monster told him as those tentacles of his gave a little wiggle. continuing to walk with yui. yui's reactions were so adorable. broonie wanted to hug and squeeze the life out of him. he wanted to eat him up. broonie was in a good mood and not much would seem to bring them down from that at the moment it seemed. broonie looked at him with those big baby blues tilting his head a little as his ears twitched. "what? it's not like i shed...why wouldn't you want me to not touch anything? i mean i'm really good at making sweets. " he asked as he gave a sniff. broo smelled something good and it was making them hungry. they hadn't eaten yet today and it was getting to broo. they were sure that yui wouldn't be sharing his treats either. "hey,yui,cutie...can we pretty please go eat something first?? i don't know about you but i can't work on a empty stomach,that is if you don't want us eating your treats let's go get some breakfast first. " broo senpai told him licking their lip. the idea of food was enough to make the monster drool a little as hunger was going to consume him if he didn't put something in his never ending pit of a stomach. when they stopped broonie wiped the corner of their mouth in hopes yui didn't notice and looked at him once more. how he said it seemed suspicious but of course broonie let go respecting yui's wishes. boo senpai then exhaled deeply. he then smirked suddenly. "i suppose this 'boyfriend' of yours is who you are making the treats for...sounds like something i'd do. then again i'm also the type to gift other stuff i make. my speciality is sewing. " he told him and shook his head. "also,it's a shame you have a 'boyfriend' if you didn't i would gobble you up,hehee. you're one of the most adorable boys i've seen so far." broonie added as a tentacle slid over yui's shoulder teasing him a little.

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jackal fuzukoto

jackal finished getting dressed and tied up his hair in a messy ponytail before going to follow after chris. he couldn't help but to touch his cheek blushing still feeling the warmth of chris' soft lips on his cheek. he then paused and quickly went a grabbed his book bag sliding it over his shoulder quickly before quickly coming back to follow chris holding onto his bag strap. unfortunately the shifter might have to skip out on breakfast if he wanted to be in class on time. his cat ears then perked up and he dug through his bag as he stepped out pulling out a container of pocky opening it and sticking one in his mouth with a purr at the chocolate sweetness. this should be able to hold him through the day at least until lunch time when he'd be able to get out the bento box he made the night before. "hm,i won't be late unless you make me late..also speaking of later,why don't you come sit with me during lunch? i made a bit too much of everything yet again and there is no friggen way i can eat all that food even with my size." he told he as he put another pocky stick in his mouth. even if he wanted to avoid pluto maybe he should give him some. he was pretty sure pluto still liked his cooking and he didn't want any of that food to go to waste. the shifter then patted him on the shoulder offering up his box of pocky for the saytr. "want some? a little sugar might do you some good.."​

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Roland Graves


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  • Tagging: Silvis Silvis

    Mentioned
    Sylva​



    Location

    Drenched, on the floor of the history classroom, with a girl on his lap, who is also drenched. Huh.

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Roland just paused. Did- what? They wanted him to go on a date- ooh...that felt nice...wait. No. They wanted him to go on a date with them, after they borderline just- Thrice damn it.

"If you wanted me to bring you on a dddd-" He locked up at the beginning of the word 'date', due to a particularly sensitive spot on his ear- his head pushing into her hand, fingers spreading. "Date." He'd managing to finish, struggling by this point. "Then you should probably not do this sorta thing to me...it leads to a bad impression, doesn't it? And you'd probably get us caught by a teacher since first period is starting soonish." He'd utter, his voice rather low as to ensure others couldn't hear him too well- but supernatural hearing was a common thing and all.

"So please get off me, before someone comes and finds us." He was easily torn between two sides- just completely giving up, and struggling for a little longer. Damn cat genes, making him prefer the attention that people gave him. Did amp up his pride in the beginning, but he learned how to be a little more humble about things- even if he was still rather proud. People adored him, and he learned to hide his ears because of things like this. That, and there was a few issues with this- namely blackmail was not his idea of how a first date should be brought around.
 





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    Sylva cocked her head to the side with a confused look. "Oh! You mean I shouldn't be, like, sitting on you?" She feigned a look of surprise and realization before reluctantly standing up and sidestepping to let him up. She extended a hand down towards him to help him up if he wished. She didn't do the best job at hiding her appreciation of his abs. "I don't think we'd, like, get in trouble. Journey house is, like, totally doing this kind of stuff, like, all the time." She gave a flighty laugh at her small joke and looked at him thoughtfully.

    "Maybe I can put the question of the date on hold if you wanna get dressed. I have, like, all kinds of clothes and even some guy clothes that should fit you." She honestly doubted he'd accept but gave the offer in good faith. She'd never admit it but she had a small soft spot for people that seemed this innocent and pure. Plus she wanted that date and showing a nice side might help with that. "Oh and was it, like, ok I touched your ears? They're just so gorgeous and, like, soft." Regardless of if he said no she'd need some dry clothes and to set up the bucket again.

    Interactions: hot victim guy ( HTCOR HTCOR )
 


Mikaela

Interacting With
cute fairy friend jom!
Current Location
jom and mila's dorm room
Notes
!!!he happ boye!
Stuff
broom chan!

Tags

GingerBread GingerBread






The moment Mikaela heard Jon's small yelp, he hesitated and uttered a quick 'sorry!' before continuing with the task. Even more gently, if possible. However, by the time the wing covers were fit and snug onto his friend, Mikaela had already felt better about the entire ordeal. Not just because it was over, but because he hadn't seemed to hurt Jon too much if at all! That fact alone seemed to have made him happier than anything. Though, there was just one more thing to consider.. If Jon actually liked the wing covers or not.

And then he turned. Oh boy. He turned and Mika got to see his face and there was that strange skip-a-beat-then-go-into-full-heart-racing-mode. It was the cutest shade of red, and even his ears were dusted with the color. It made the witch have the urge to laugh and smile about how adorable his friend appeared! Yes, friend. For now, he assumed this is just what having a really good friend was like. Mikaela clapped his hands in front of him, "Ah, Does that mean you like it!? I'm so glad you like them.. I worked real hard just for you, haha.." The tall boy gave a small, sweet smile to the other, wishing he could fully express the joy he felt. "Oh! The cafeteria! Yes, I believe I saw it on my way here.. I'll gladly show you!" With those words and his smile growing ever broader, the boy held out his hand, his broom flying to it and fitting snugly between his fingers and palm. Approaching the door, Mikaela swung it open. Did he realize or care that he was still dressed in his pajamas? It appeared not. But looks like he was going out anyways.. And with that, he hopped on Broom-Chan, flying at a slow pace to keep up with Jon to the cafeteria.​





Nevore

Interacting With
the bathroom boyes!
Current Location
cafeteria
Notes
DETERMINED FISH BOYE IS DETERMINED!
Stuff
sketchbook and pencils from the dark dimension

Tags
SpiritOwl SpiritOwl Foxu Foxu Lotusy Lotusy






Nevore's heart practically sung at Wayne's kind words. Oh my.. Nobody but his large online fanbase had ever supported his dreams before! His eyes grew misty, and he wiped at them in a dramatic manner. "Oh, Wayne, my watery friend.. Your words have truly motivated me! Bless you and your ancestors for passing along such wisdom. It just fills me to the brim with a deep passion and love for my work!" the merman's words were melodramatic as he waved and moved about, expressing his gratitude. To add to the dramatics, water sloshed inside his bowl as airs bubble rose to the top. However, upon the question of what Nevore had in store for Omen King, a grin was brought to his fishy features. "Oh! What do I have planned for Omen King!?" He grinned, pulling a high-quality sketchbook from who-knows-where and slamming it down on the table. He flipped through used pages, able to catch glimpses of drawings of clothing. And Mistral. Finally, he found and unused one, grabbing a pencil from the same dark dimension he removed the sketchbook from. And finally, he began to do a rough design. It did seem rather professional, however. As his art skills were known to be quite meticulous. The clothes that the egg-head were depicted wearing were long, extravagant, and had a touch of South-Asian flare to them. Nevore grinned over his sketch, allowed the others to view for a moment, and then slammed it shut, throwing the book and pencil back into the dark dimension. "I'm thankful for your concern of me, dear Mistral! But being put on the spot is all a part of business. Besides, I can envision line after line by just looking at someone's features." Nevore let out a hearty laugh, full of pride and joy and slight amusement at Mistral's bitter attitude towards the idea of Omen King becoming a model.​



Atourr

Interacting With
nekolover69, big metal boye
Current Location
cafeteria
Notes
nOOOOOOO fight.
Stuff
none

Tags

TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity Silvis Silvis






Atourr's fang-toothed scowl emerged at the knight's words, her brows furrowing and fist clenching. Once more, she reminded the other of her policies. "Daia glad that metal-man have strong sense of pride, but she no believe in fighting! What do fight accomplish? Only hurt. Only injuries! Daia learn that people should never fight. She learn the hard way.." The Orc's gaze darkened at the sight of the man's swords. "Daiamo’s ancestors have saying, 'With men in battle and composure lost, never shall swords nor fists should be crossed'. So, no swords, and no fists. How about you settle argue with... Words! Yes, words. Words is always goods." The green girl's gaze turned to one of hope and happiness, one that radiated her positive mindset towards solving issues peacefully. Though, it could be seen in her eyes that she was practically pleading for the two not to engage in a possibly bloody duel right there and then in the school's cafeteria.​

 
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Roland Graves


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  • Tagging: Silvis Silvis

    Mentioned
    Sylva​



    Location

    Drenched, and standing..

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Roland's hand clasped her own- the calloused nature of them gripping it rather tightly as he began to ease himself up- not putting too much weight on her. He was still a good amount of muscle, which most people didn't like to carry on their own. "If you just wanted a regular date, you could have asked- hell." He'd pause, starting to shrug off his jacket. It was a little wet, but with a quick flick, most of the water rolled off it, and to the side, before he would intend to wrap it around her. "Probably could have skipped touching my ears. That's...they're sensitive. So not really the most okay thing to do to me."

By this point, his ears were in full view of her, not being mangled by her hands- as they stood at a solid three inches, rather impressively sized for a regular neko. "I would have reacted less at you kissing me." He'd admit, as he would zip up the front of the jacket if she'd let him put it around her.

But now his chest was just in a shirt that was clinging to him, and sadly, all of the work muscles that he built up over years of digging in the dirt. At least his job was worth something, wasn't it? But as he talked more, there was a key note in his voice- physical exhaustion, with a dash of mental exhaustion as well. It wasn't long before he checked his bag, making sure it was relatively dry- and thankfully? It was, unlike him, dry.
 
Shu Crudele

Location: His Self-Righteous Soap Box || Interacting: okmelonn okmelonn AI10100 AI10100 Silvis Silvis TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity || Mentioned: Brit Witch, Sweet Neko

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Shu had thought nothing would be worse to witness than the potentially rising fight, but his remissions were proven wrong when the G R E E N P E A C E showed up, setting her other green-haired friend on the ground. Initially, Shu had found great partiality in watching Nekomancer be lifted so effortlessly by the orc. What a horrendously vile little man, he didn’t even try to fight back! In truth, Tac himself, and virtually any other student at Lakoria, could have easily picked up the ice sprite, rendering his insult moot.

Shu’s sardonic smile faded to an expression of astonished indignance once Atourr opened her mouth to speak. How could someone who could so easily destroy her opponents stop a battle before it had even begun? This is an outrage, she’s clearly flaunting her own supremacy to strike fear into her enemies! Is she trying to pull the wool over their eyes before tearing them limb from limb? He could not hold back his frustration, anger repressed becomes rage after all. “Excuse me!” Shu declared in the calmest and simultaneously boldest voice he could muster, it held the sort of nasally cadence only one so poised in their knowledge could possess. He raised a finger into the air, moving his hand about in a circular motion, “But, school fights are sanctioned! These two have every right to rip each other’s intestines out! It’s disrespectful to stop an altercation before it’s even had the chance to blossom, at least where I’m from.” He turned his head slightly, venturing forward across the table top with a callous suavity, if there was a scene he had to be part of it! “Shouldn’t you respect the cultural customs of others? Perhaps they aren’t meant to fight here, but that doesn’t mean it’s wholly forbidden.” He spoke with great self-importance, puffing out his chest, each move he made becoming deliberate from his vantage point on the tabletop. He’d walked so close to the edge that, while gesticulating with his arm, he phased through Erika’s shoulder. It was the second time her personal space had been invaded that morning, how upsetting. Shu, remembering his decorum, apologized immediately as an aside,” Sorry about that Miss, I should have payed closer attention to what I was doing.” His tone was so different from the one he’d been using moments before that it came off as phony and little more than patronizing. What a dreadful fate it would be to die and come back, only to be forced to continue going to school. Life is a cage. Shu thought to himself, he hoped he could evade any truant officers if he ever died and became a ghost.

The ultimate green in the room was none other than Shu’s massive envy. He turned his attention back to the little group, trying to make himself a part of something he really shouldn’t have. Rallying for a fight he wished was his, he decided to provoke Raziel further with a little reverse psychology. “She may have a good point somewhere though, for all you know that guy could have deadly magic up his sleeve, you’d have to be daft to take up his challenge. I bet you couldn’t take him.”

Your pride will be the death of you one day, insolent wretch, knightly codes of honor are little more than a tango with some unseen and pointless authority. Shu crossed his arms, he assumed Raziel could easily handle Tac in a fight if push came to shove. “But what do I know? I’m just a casual observer, However, I must say madam, that your ancestors’ proverb seems confused, there can be great composure in a fight if done properly- it is a dance of wits without the need of vocation, though I can respect pacifism.” He couldn’t. “Not all fights are founded on pointless violence, some circumstances call for louder actions then they do words. However, I can agree that this is not one of them. Two men fighting over a woman is hardly noble, if she can’t choose someone of her own accord then she is suited for no one.” Shu realized he was talking down the fight, a look of panic flew across his face at the thought. His reverence for violence had got the best of him! “Anyways, shouldn’t you be more worried about your friend? Abandoning her like that wasn’t very considerate.” Mister Crudele made a jab at her nurturing intuition, trying to get under her skin, grasping feebly at subtlety. “I think they could have handled themselves just fine. Have some faith in your fellow man!”​
 
Cayman Wyman
Location: Nurses office/hallway
Current form: Was Lizard Boi, now human
Interacting with: Violetti Violetti Silvis Silvis GingerBread GingerBread
Mentioned: TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity SpiritOwl SpiritOwl​

There were a great number of things that Cayman had been expecting to happen after nearly strangling someone; being called some kind of monster, getting smacked upside the head for doing something so asinine, or even just general screams of terror. What he was not expecting, however, was for Rae to simply walk away from him and involve herself in an entirely different conversation, acting like nothing had ever happened. He was honestly left speechless, well, even more speechless than his normal self. Did she just...? Yeah, she just walked away. I swear to god people get more confusing every day. Well, I guess I’m not much different... He would have gotten stuck in his rather sullen mood, although it seemed that the two individuals around him had other, entirely different, plans for him.

As Jay and Nyx spoke back and forth at Cayman, Jay doing a decent job at making him feel less stupid and Nyx making him want to throttle that pasty-white vampire neck of his, he did let the dismal feeling that had been building up inside of him dissipate. He barely felt Jays attempt at physical reassurance, although the sentiment did not go unnoticed. In response he let out a low sigh and slowly shook his head from side to side, followed up by a rather deep chuckle. It could have been interpreted as being amused by Jays joke, not taking Nyx’s comments seriously, or even a little bit of both. In any fashion he just wanted to escape the nurses office and forget everything that happened there.

Lumbering off of the bed and onto his feet, Cayman rolled his left arm, the one he had been sleeping on, in its socket. You’d think that they’d give the nurses office some better beds, I’ve had better rest when sleeping on the ground. He took one last look around the room, Rae and Nyx were fighting again, the demon Kast was sitting on a different bed next to them, and Syke was there... Of course she was. So much for keeping his lizard form a secret. Well... at least she’s the only one who could recognize me, besides Jay I guess. He would have went and picked up Syke, although she was next to that... thing. It nearly sent a shiver down his spine to even look at Kast, all he could see when he looked at her were those flames.

Deciding it would be better for him to just find Syke again later, Cayman decided to heed Jays advice and leave the office. Poking his head out of the door he did notice the aforementioned snake. After leaving the office and closing the door behind him it became much more obvious that it was blocking the entire hall, which of course was blocking the way he needed to go. Letting out a short, defeated, sounding sigh he turned around, dropping out of his chameleon form. The sensation from the charred scales being torn off of his skin made him nearly curse again. To better hide the burnt patches Cayman focused on making his clothes midnight black, managing to match the color somewhat well. Although the damaged areas were shinier and didn’t flex very well Cayman had managed to conceal them the best he could as he strolled away from the nurses office, being forced to take the long way around the school.​
 
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Tags: Magical Squid Senpai Magical Squid Senpai
Location: Courtyard
Mood: Done with it
Looks Like a Fuckboi​
Mac groaned as he looked around what looked to be the same campus square for the fifth time. He had sword he'd taken the correct amount of rights and turns to make it to first period, but he still found himself more lost than ever, and the map he had of the school grounds didn't help, the pictures weren't detailed enough to help him find out where he was, "It's at times like these I regret not taking Plum up on that offer to teach me how to read...eh...would've been a waste of time anyways."

With a shrug Mac exhaled deeply as he looked back down at the map, very frustrated with his own inability to read it or the names of any of the buildings he'd passed. Eventually Mac felt his nostrils begin to flare up before he crumpled up the damn map and threw it to the side before grabbing the side of his head and groaning loudly, "School sucks so muuuuuuuch!" Shaking his head, Mac resigned himself to having to ask someone for help, but he'd have to find someone who he could not only ask for help, but also not scam or extort for once. Scanning the area, Mac watched as a black haired girl made her way around campus slowly, seemingly just roaming.

Perfect.

Jogging up to her, Mac called after her, "Excuse me! Excuse me miss!" Mac stopped just short of her, putting his hands on his knees and looking down while he breathed heavily, feigning being exhausted to keep his head down and hide his face, making sure the snap cap was all that could be seen, "Hey there...I uh...I was just wondering if you knew which way it was to first period? It's my first day here so I'm just looking for directions because I'm having a real hard time finding where things are..."

Tags: Lotusy Lotusy
Location: Outside House Haven
Mood: Awkward teenager
Breathing Techniques Don't Work!​
Feeling a wave of relief wash over her as Rosie confirmed she didn't hate her, Dibe exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding as she walked through the door, "Well I mean it's really no problem, I'm actually kinda glad to help because I totally would've slept in today if you hadn't woken me up..."

'By slept I meant skip, but she doesn't need to know how pathetic I am...unless she can tell already...oh god please, please let this one be a genuine person this time...'

Dibe rubbed the back of her neck, "Let's just say I'm uh...not the best at waking up, I actually slept all the way through the school day more than a few times last year." Dibe laughed at what she said, not really because she thought the idea was that funny in reality, but more so to stop any awkward silences in the conversation from occurring. Awkward silences would be the DEATH of her and she knew it deep down as she locked the door and the two began to exit the Haven house, Dibe's mind was practically buzzing with every possible topic of conversation she knew in an attempt to keep the conversation from entering a lull. After all, if there was a lull in the conversation, maybe Rosie would start to think about her and the situation and how awkward and terrible she was and the embarrassment would be to much and-

"U-Um, SO HOW ABOUT THEM SPORTS!" Dibe smiled and laughed awkwardly at her outburst as if it had been done intentionally, feel her smile quiver a bit as she kept talking, "I-I um...I saw you come into the room earlier, w-well I didn't see you come into the room but I saw the jersey and uh...s-so anyways, you like sports....stuff? I-Is that a golfing jersey? Are you on the golf team or something?"

Tags: Silvis Silvis HTCOR HTCOR
Location: History Room
Mood: 'I better not lose my job for this'
To Littell To Late​
Littell yawned as she slowly awoke, covered in used generic soda cans and two empty cardboard boxes. With a groan the orange haired human sat up, realizing she'd passed out in the Haven House instead of making it back to her house. The history teacher sighed, "Great start to the year Littell, really making your way up in the teaching world..." Getting to her feet, Littell made to pick up the cans and cardboard boxes but shook her head and sighed, "Whatever, the janitor will take care of it... god I'm tired, must be like 4 AM or something, I'll just run on home, get showered then speed down to Monkey Cup and grab a mocha and make it back with thirty minutes left to plan for the morni-"

Littell had taken out her phone as she mumbled to herself, only for her eyes to widen as she looked at the time, "FUCK ME I HAVE AN HOUR TO GET READY!" Knowing she couldn't be late on the first day, but also knowing she couldn't not get ready for the day if she wanted to keep her off, Littell hurried off the the Haven bathrooms and got a large handful of hand soap and collected paper towels that she put next to the showers before jumping in, quickly lathering, rinsing and splashing cold water onto herself to wake up before using the paper towels to dry off and (In what had to be the worst feeling in the world) putting back on her clothes from before as she dashed out the door, using her hands to brush back her wet hair and hoping the wind from her moped would be enough to dry it out before she got to the classroom.

Littell jogged up to her moped which was still parked by the side of Haven and put on her helmet and checked her phone. Thirty minutes, she'd have to skip the coffee....

...which would also mean skipping her will to live for the morning.

Banging her head against the handlebars briefly, Littell turned on the moped and sped as quickly as her shitty bike sputtered to life, tearing across the campus at a speed that was well under forty miles per hour, as although they were cost effective, mopeds were not fast at all.

Getting to the building and running up the steps to her classroom, Littell began to panic as she realized she'd left her lesson plans back in her apartment, meaning she'd have fifteen minutes to think of something for the kids to do for up to an hour, 'Okay Littell, you can do this! I could just have the kids do a dumb writing assignment or something, it's the first day after all! Maybe something like what does history mean to you? No wait...dammit they'd hate that and I have to be the fun young cool teacher! Why does this thing come so naturally to Jay and not me...'

Wallowing in self pity at the realization that someone a few years her younger was better at a job he didn't have to do as the school nurse than she was, Littell walked right into the history room and almost didn't notice the two teenagers already in the room.

Key word: almost

Littell did a double take and began to blush as she stuttered for a few seconds, forgetting for a second she was a teacher and not, in fact back in her days back as a student in House Logica who had walked into two Journey students doing what Journey students did best, "I-I um...I'm sorry, I should've seen the sock or whatever and-" Snapping back to reality, Littell then remembered she couldn't back out of the situation, and also realized she wouldn't have time to work on her lesson. Pinching the bridge of her nose Littell whispered to herself before getting back into her cool teacher role, "Well, there goes my plan of listening to the Real Slim Shady on repeat while I find something on Netflix to watch." Littell clapped her hands together and smiled before opening up her arms, "Woah woah woah, what is going on here kids? It's kinda looking like you two were getting all hot and steamy, 'knocking the boots', 'doing the dirty' all the stuff us kids say. Anyways, unfortunately, gonna have to ask you kids to stop, after all I only have fifteen minutes before class and I can't air out the smell in that amount of time..." Littell winked and finger gunned at Roland and Sylva, fighting her urge to gag at everything she'd just said.
 





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    The slightly shivering elf girl happily let him put her in his jacket and enjoyed the view of his chest. She took special notice of him telling her to just ask and implying a kiss would have been ok. She was thinking of how to take up those options when she realized that maybe her preferred a less forward girl based on his statements. It seemed bizarre but might work. With her ample practice it was easy to force a slight blush and mutter quietly. "Thank you."

    Then the teacher showed up. Sylva was ready to act but hesitated momentarily. Normally she would throw the boy under the bus and ruin him but she hadn't even kissed this one yet! While the teacher was flustered and over reacting Sylva came up with a plan just crazy and pathetic enough to work. She started to make herself tear up but not quite cry and spoke in an indignant but sad voice. "Its not like that he won't even, like, date me let alone that." She shot the neko an embarrassed look before continuing. "I'm in journey house to, like, get a boyfriend and asked my roommate for advice because she is, like, totally cool. She, like, told me this totally foolproof plan. I had to, like, drench me and the hottie I chose." She spoke animatedly and gestured at herself and the neko. "Then I, like, had to push him down and have my way with him. Then she, like, said that if I asked him to take responsibility he'd, like, totally do whatever I ask. But it didn't work. He, like, won't date me because I touched his ears wrong. That bitch, like, lied and now I look like a freak!" She ended her rant by getting progressively louder and bursting into quiet sobs in a strange contrast.

    If her plan worked she wouldn't get in trouble but Rae might and this neko might feel sympathy for her and give her another chance. The only thing that bothered her about this is that it made her look pathetic but even that wasn't so bad. After all this persona was the stereotypical pathetic popular girl without a brain so it worked. She might even get a consolation date out of the guy!

    Interactions: Caring hunk ( HTCOR HTCOR ), flustered teacher ( Loony_Bin Loony_Bin )

    Mentioned: Bitchy roommate ( Violetti Violetti )
 






Roland Graves


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  • Tagging: Silvis Silvis Loony_Bin Loony_Bin

    Mentioned
    Sylva
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    Location

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Welcome to day one, of the rest of his high school career...

Aka, a blunder. This girl was not that dumb. But he would flash a quick, apologetic smile at the teacher. "Sorry- she just pinched an ear, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling- why am I telling you this?" He'd ask of himself. He would wrap an arm around Syvla's shoulders, starting to guide her out. "Plus, we need to get into dry clothes and all, otherwise we'd probably distract the class and all. So if you'll excuse us..." He'd say, starting to gently guide the young, 'sobbing' woman out of the room. Call him dense, call him a fool- but sometimes, even he knew what he was doing.

If he could, he certainly would guide her out of the classroom, leaving his hat behind- that barely within his set of concerns, as he would seem like a protector for the young woman. Like a proper gentleman, even if he was soaked to the bone. Great. He did know that a lot of people saw him as particularly good looking, especially since he was well built- came with being someone who did physical things for a living. Now people could see through the white shirt he wore, pretty much- but he would pause and shut the door behind the duo. "Okay, Sylva. I think I'll take you up on that offer for a spare set of clothes." He'd say, a light laugh escaping him- tinged with nerves, but not much.
 
Nekolad​
"Unhand me, you fiend! I demand you put me down immediately!" Nekomancer shrieked, wriggling in Atourr's grasp in an attempt to escape from his captor. Once she had placed him down, the man dusted off his cloak and rubbed his wrist, eyeing the knife that now laid waste on the floor. How dare this punitive lifeform destroy a work of art- Again, he was cut short, the hideous "thing" now grasping his arm and ramming his hand into the knight's (probably sweaty) palm. Another shrill cry, the cultist leader backing away from the group entirely and stumbling into some of the crowd behind him. What a terrible predicament he found himself in.

"What a putrid odor," Nekomancer interjected, having listened to the bickering between the dull duo, he had enough of this mockery. "Your actions belittle your words, you miserable mongrel. I pity the creature that birthed you, and yet find them a fool to have allowed something like you to have survived in the first place. May you rot where you stand and be clouded by your own ineptitude, yet, I believe that the first one has already taken its toll," he said, referring to the color of her skin. Extending his hand, another knife manifested itself into his grasp from the depths of his robes, as if on standby. "I advise you keep your large nose out of this," he spat, directing his hateful nature towards the armored moron.

It was amazing to Tac on how the situation was able to get even worse from there. From the shadows of unrelated commoners came yet another buffoon, uttering nonsense of his internal beliefs of fighting and the like. Something about him struck a nerve inside Nekomancer, however. His composure was excessively boisterous and his philosophy flawed. It was his task to correct the ill-minded, and this man was one of many that needed some educating. Spinning on his heels, he pointed his newly formed blade to the newcomer, turning his back on the wretched abominations behind him.

Combined with a sense of superiority, Tac assumed a somewhat lax stance, a distinguished sneer plastered on his face. "A trivial peon such as yourself is certainly not suited to be spouting erroneous exposition on a matter that far exceeds your own comprehension. This is a religious misconduct that must be punished. To assume anything less is punishable by death. As I told the heathen, I have little mercy to spare. Either lick the ground I walk or banish yourself from my divine presence. I have little spare time and must enact righteous retribution on these imbeciles. Now, if you're finished with making my ears bleed from their orifice, I have work to be done."

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    Raziel felt torn at this moment. His honor as a knight demanded he duel and defeat this prophet badly enough to shame both his god and his ancestors but his honor as a man demanded her try to do as the lady before him asked. Back when he was a knight in training he'd known men who could engage in a duel of wits well enough to leave lesser men crying in shame but he wasn't one of them. His wittier moments involved sword puns and word play but that wasn't nearly enough to engage with a learned prophet.

    Luckily enough after a little more verbal assaulting of them the man turned his attention onto the newcomer. Unluckily the man had insulted the lovely if unarticulate lady before him. The only way her could think to handle this was to make a concession along with a demand. In other words a little give and take. "Sir prophet I must insist you apologise to this fair maiden for your uncouth behavior towards her. I will also be willing to, in the name of peace forgive your uncouth manner and discuss your religion and its ways with you so that I can learn my errors and not repeat them." It pained him to claim to have committed errors but who knew maybe he actually had.

    The knight sincerely hoped this would appease both the prophet and gentle giant but he wasn't sure how to respond to the strange man who came up to instigate things. Since the prophet seemed intent on handling him maybe her should leave it to him. That would certainly make things easier for now and then he could just play it by ear. For now Raziel decided to do just that and didn't even dignify the strange man with a response.

    Interactions: prophet ( TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity ), gentle giant ( okmelonn okmelonn )

    Mentions: strange man ( Foxu Foxu ), Kerry ( Deathpelt Deathpelt )
 
Niko Niko Nii​
His anxiety washed away immediately after the woman grabbed his hand and shook it. She didn't mistake his crass actions as being rude. In fact, she appeared rather pleased, giving her name to him and formally introducing herself as such. What a kind and understanding person she was, it was enough to make Nikolas nearly cry. Never in a hundred years did he think it was possible to run into someone as kind or caring as Elvisia, and yet here she was, standing right before him. "El," he said, his face lighting up.

A slow nod and the boy was off with Elvisia close at his heels. The speed at which he walked was slow and methodic as if he was quite literally planning his next move with every step he took. Soon they were at the cafeteria doors where all the bustling of the crowd and background noise of the students were at their peak. Standing in the doorway and risking the possibility of hitting his head, Nikolas waited for a second, his watch gradually moving towards the large crowd that surrounded a variety of unique characters. Weapons? How strange to find something that dangerous in an otherwise peaceful environment.

Putting his hand out and stopping Elvisia from continuing in a protective manner, bear boi flicked his thoughts to her, a wary sense of danger coming over him. He was the one that invited her to eat at the cafeteria, so, by proxy, it was his duty to protect her from any harm, right? As long as she distinguished herself as his friend and she was in his presence, Nikolas was not going to allow any danger to fall upon her. "Wait," he ordered, a commanding tone ringing through his Russian accent. "Bad," he followed up shortly after, pointing to the group of neurotic villains. That's how he perceived them, at least.

Frowning in discontent, the towering figure pondered whether or not to come back later for lunch and wait out the shenanigans of his fellow classmates. Sadly, his stomach grumbled once again, this time much louder than before. A pathetic look was flashed to Elvisia. "What you want, El?" he asked her, wanting her opinion on the matter. For all he knew, she might not even care about the potential threats around her, but his guarding nature always got the best of him. So, when Nikolas found himself in a pickle, he turned his problems over for someone else to think on.

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Rosie
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Rosie giggled a little when Dibe brought up sleeping through school, finding the idea all too relatable. A grueling morning practice or two and she would be out like a light, and it took incredible amounts of motivation and self-control to push herself off the comfy heaven that was her bed. "I totally get you," she agreed, smiling as Dibe laughed about her previous days sleeping in. "Sometimes the alarm just isn't enough to wake me up! I wish teachers would understand that you know?" To Rosie's surprise, she found herself opening up easily to Dibe, feeling the previous stress of earlier melting away. Maybe it's because she's just like me, she mused, grinning at the thought. "Well hey, the next time we both sleep in, why don't we cover each others' backs? The teachers will totally believe it if there's two of us!" While not usually a straight-laced student, the idea of tricking the teachers and sleeping in excited Rosie nonetheless. She held a pinky out to Dibe, using the best promise technique she could recall. "How about it?"

Though the werewolf hadn't noticed it, Dibe's attempts to fill in awkward silences saved her sanity. Had she been given even a second to think, Rosie would probably have panicked and imploded when she realized she was talking to another person. Now, she felt proud, impressed that she could keep up a conversation like a normal person - until Dibe asked about her sports jersey. WHAT? Rosie froze. Oh no. Did she see me? Does she know about the basketball? Should I confess now? Is this how I die? The werewolf could only look at Dibe, paralyzed in fear, relaxing once she realized the other girl had only seen the jersey, nothing more. Oh, thank goodness. "O-oh? You m-mean my jersey? That's, uh..." She looked to Dibe awkwardly, clearly hiding something. "Yea, you're right! I-it's a golf jersey!" Glad that she had an easy escape, Rosie continued with her lie. "It's just my favorite player's, though. I mean, I love golf! Ask me anything about golf, just don't ask me to play it." Sweatdrops began beading up on her forehead. "I really don't look like the sporty type, do I?" She asked, leaving it at that.

Whew. That was a close one. Rosie wiped the beads of sweat from her brow, panicking and wiping them on her shirt when she realized it was sweat. Oh no. Nonono. Not now! We were just getting along, too! Anxious to turn the conversation away from herself and stop her perspiration, she flipped the script on Dibe. "So, do you play sports? I can see you varsity jacket there... did you get it from a sport? Are you super good? The varsity teams are something else, aren't they?" Realizing that she seemed to eager to talk about sports, Rosie backpedaled. "Oh, but I don't mean to pry! I mean, I kinda liked your letter jacket look and thought it looked cool, that's all..."

Loony_Bin Loony_Bin
 
Tags: Silvis Silvis HTCOR HTCOR
Location: History Room
Mood: Done with it all
Gonna Blow a Gasket​
Littell stared at the two kids before her, her 'cool teacher' guise slowly failing her as Sylva spoke, with Littell feeling her previously finger gunning arms drop down as she began to hold the sides of her head, 'T-this is either the most boldfaced lie ever, or m-maybe she's just a Journey kid?! I can never tell, those idiots are always doing the dumbest things and-' Taking a deep breath, Littell smiled again as she looked at Sylva, "Sorry there young lady, but I'm afraid that excuse doesn't work. Sorry to be a totally uncool party pooper, but that's literally the dumbest thing I've ever heard-"

Littell smiled through clenched teeth and grabbed Roland by the forearm as the neko boy tried to flee, "Alright let's just drop the act then, all of us. I know that literally nothing she said happened, and I know you're to pussy whipped to not go along with what she's saying, and usually I wouldn't do something this extreme, but honestly it's eight in the morning I haven't had my morning coffee, I had to use hand soap as shampoo, conditioner and body wash and after everything I've been through today on top of the bullshit I'll have to deal with which will more than likely come from Schmetterling who keeps looking at me and saying, 'Any day now' I'm gonna go insane, and I swear if you two cause me to lose my job because people see you walking out of my class in those soaking wet white clothes and assume the worst about me then I swear I wiLL BURN DOWN YOUR FAMILY HOMES!"

Littell was yelling and breathing heavy at this point, but eventually the history teacher cleared her throat and tried to compose herself again, "Both of you can sit on the heater in the back until class starts, it's only going to be ten minutes anyways, so sit there look pretty and don't say anything and maybe I won't report you to Plum. Okay? Okay good, now be good little children." Littell pushed Sylva and Roland off towards the back of the class as she attempted to compose herself and get back into character....
 
Godo Eggo

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

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Omen King observed the interactions with rapt attention, trying to keep up with the beats the conversation took. He would haver certainly gotten distracted otherwise! He turned his head to look down at each individual when the spoke, finding that he did not have much to add to the discussion. Wayne’s minor change in appearance caught the interest of the entity, had the light effected his friend in some way? Was he alright? He’d stared speaking differently after the subtle change in appearance, his foreign and deliberate wording left the giant slightly stressed, but as Wayne went on the being slowly let his worries go, hoping that Wayne was just feeling loquacious.

At the sound of Mistral’s voice, the edges of Age of Weakness’ garments fluttered slightly, as if some intangible breeze passed by. Misconstruing which definition of ‘face’ the unicorn had meant. “I may not have the tact for it, but I would like to try at the very least! It would be wrong of me to try to be another person entirely, I’d like to be a first-rate version of myself, the best that I can strive to be. It sounds as though you could help me with that Mister Pinata! I believe that all of you can, in truth.”, Omen King found an opening to finally greet Mistral properly, despite his inner reservations, he’d gained confidence through conversation.” Oh! It is nice to meet you by the way, Mistral, though I do believe we’ve met before?” Omen King tried to keep the anxiety out of his many voices, which wasn’t hard to do all things considered. Merely implying their last encounter left Omen King ridden with fright, he stepped about on the bench a bit, trying not to think too heavily on the matter. He'd been careful to get Mistral’s name right, not wanting to make any other blunders. The insensate eyes and monotone phrasing of the unicorn did nothing to ease Age of Weakness’ mind.

However, his limited awareness made it easy to push his fear to the side as he tried to focus on watching Nevore draw, emitting a cavernous gasp of astonishment. Was this a hypnagogic hex? Age of Weakness tried his hardest not to cast a shadow on Nevore’s sketchbook when he leaned forward to see it better but was too tall to reasonably avoid it. He could not fathom what wondrous spell Nevore had just inscribed on this sacred parchment, though Omen King was delighted that it looked like him! “Oh! such prowess, I can see the inspiration in every stroke, and how quickly you were able to create it! You are a master of your craft.” He turned his head about, admiring the work before it was tossed back into the void with an indifference that left Omen King astounded. He was so skilled he didn’t even feel the need to revere his work, a true magician whose confidence was well-deserved. The being nodded his head in silent wonder. Each of these friends exuded such greatness yet were concurrently so kind and generous. The entity was left humbled in their presence, resting his hands upon his collar bone with veneration for a time.

“Oh yes! I function in a similar way to most flora, though I don’t require water to survive. Were it not for the mass amounts of light I intake through my head my skin would not be stimulated to breath; I would surely perish.” The entity laughed liltingly at this, “I believe we’ve all had satisfactory time to fuel our corporeal forms, perhaps we should make our way to class?” The being took a gliding step down from his place on the bench, his head emitting a soft buzzing sound as he balanced himself,” How did you all meet? Was it fate that drew you all together?” The being asked after taking a few steps away from the table, interested to learn more about the other bathroom boys, not fully capable realizing they hadn’t known each other for very long.​
 






Roland Graves


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  • Tagging: Silvis Silvis Loony_Bin Loony_Bin

    Mentioned
    Sylva
    Miss Littel    ​



    Location

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Barely even a moment passed before Roland's mouth opened to respond- he certainly would regret this. "Her hair and shirt wouldn't dry in five minutes, and there's always an early bird student who'll come in- and this was an honest mistake that happened. So I gave her my jacket-" He'd unwrap his arm from Sylva, gesturing to her with a free hand. "So she could get back to her room, and change into something dry. Otherwise, she'll be sopping wet for the rest of class, or at least the majority of it. She needs to find a towel and dry off, so she's not wearing a shirt that's see through for all to see, or she would have to stick by the heater until she dried, which would take a long while considering she can't remove the jacket."

Roland's eyes kept on Miss Littel's the entire time- not exactly defiant, just concern showing through. At least, that's what he intended to. "And I personally can't stay with my shirt like this, as not just our shirts are soaked- my jeans, and her skirt are soaked as well, and most likely anything underneath our clothes. So, we need to get changed either way, as just a heater can't dry us off." He was...oddly sincere with his entire explanation.

"I also need to unpack before I get ready for class, as I need to rearrange a few things. I intended to ask a teacher for directions to the admissions office, as I needed to sort out a few things beforehand as well, as it's extremely important." He was straight backed as he spoke, surprisingly. "That, and I might need to print off a few new copies of my documentation. And if you're about to run a class in ten minutes, I can't take time out of your preparations to get my things in order- you have an entire class to tend to, not just one student."

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    Sylva didn't fully agree with how Roland was handling it but since her pathetic plan failed she should probably follow his for now. Besides she needed to plan a bunch of pranks for this teacher now. She'd called the excuse the dumbest thing she'd ever heard! She should know better than to insult a pixie! By Sol's burst nut what is wrong with her? I was going to get a boyfriend, or at least laid! After screwing that up this harpy brothel reject even insulted my plan! This teacher was the next entry to the doom list. The list that only consisted of Rae, the history teacher, and that one janitor at the art museum! How dare he claim her body wasn't art!? Regardless the teacher had ensured her place on the list and Sylva was going to make sure she was pranked once a day for life or until Sylva forgot at least.

    Despite fuming inwardly Sylva just kept a stricken appearance on as though she felt insulted. Then when Roland finished she nodded. "I can, like, totally get us dry clothes and get him to, like, the office place. I wouldn't want you to, like, get in trouble for totally, like, having us in here like this. Besides if I'm, like, seen wearing his jacket everyone's going to, like, totally think we're dating." She paused at that point to look at Roland thoughtfully with the beginning of a plan forming in her head but she shook it off for now.

    Roland seemed like a good natured kid and that would make capturing him so much sweeter. If she let herself enjoy the hunt rather than rushing to the end he might even stick around for a while. It'd be nice to have a boy stay a while for something besides a great time in bed and this boy seemed opposed to jumping straight into bed. Plus while Sylva was good at school this boy seemed smart and might do her work for her while she lounged and played with his ears. That would be the life! At this moment a strange thought struck her and she asked without even thinking first and even dropped the dumb girl vernacular. "Say what's your name?" She was looking at her neko like she'd had a sudden realization when she asked.

    Interactions: Doomed teacher ( Loony_Bin Loony_Bin ), Claimed neko ( HTCOR HTCOR )
 
“El?” She repeated to herself. “Well...I guess that could work.” She wasn’t expecting her nickname to become any shorter but the way he said it with his distinct Russian accent made her almost chuckle. It was adorable in her view so she lets him call her that before following him. Although she would have to ask for his name later on once they reach their destination. Elvisia couldn't help but drift off into somewhere else as she looks around the courtyard, watching the students just like them minding their own businesses in hopes of finding something interesting to see.

Almost at their destination, Elvisia turns her head back only to stop in her tracks when his hand suddenly blocks her path, causing her to gaze back at him in confusion. “Something wrong..?” She asks, genuinely curious of his protective stance as if she was about to get attacked by someone even though it is in his nature to do so (or so she thinks) and that they are in a safe settlement. His actions piques her interest, a gentle giant as one might say. She looks forward to interacting with him and see what else she could get out of him.

Such as now when he asked her a question, not knowing what to do judging by his expression. It made her smile softly and ponder. God she really needs to protect this man in return not when his expression reads IM EASY TO MANIPULATE unless he has a clear idea on what to believe or not. ”I don’t think they would bother interacting with us, so it’s quite alright to eat here. Especially since you’re hungry.” She beams up to him with a trusting expression that he would protect her is it ever does happen.

TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity
 
☀ Éanna ☀
☙ Puppeteering Parrot ❧
Current Location: History Classroom
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Éanna, through some miraculous stroke of luck, was one of the first students to step his way through the threshold of the History-Room door! Unawares and uncaring to the saucy events that had been going on without his presence he made a B-Line straight towards overworked and befuddled Miss Littel. Walking right passed the moist students trying to hassel their way out of trouble. Éanna was sad the previous Logica House Head didn't show up this year, even more sad - that he'd never get to hear about the marvelous world of Tran-syl-van-ia. A real shame; but, alas, it was a new year and a new teacher! Being the prized pupil he was Éanna had procured only the finest gifts to bestow his teachers with: there was absolutely no doubt in his mind Miss Littel could possibly find anything wrong with the favor Éanna had acquired for her. Thus, it was in great confidence he tweeted, "Éanna has gift for Ms. Littel." Before she could be left in suspense the bird took her hand in one of his, flipping it palm side up in order to sagely deposit into it - The Skull Of A Field Mouse.

Ah, tut tut tut, this was not any Skull Of A Field Mouse, non non non - this skull came from a mouse who had nested very near to the den of a snake and not once came close to capture of the snake making it, The Skull Of A Clever Field Mouse. Clever enough to avoid a snake, not so much the spear of one of Éanna's cousins. But clever enough to mark it as an object of intelligence. Although Éanna's gift was not as catering to Littel's individual interests as his gifts for the other teachers, there was no doubt the intent behind this grand gift was very clear. Surely she would recognize it was a valued Boon To Intellect and not some type of veiled threat upon her life, horrific cursed icon, or - worst of all - a lowly paper weight. Receiving a dead animal to the hand could surely not be misconstrued in any way, shape or form.

Éanna, happy to be a good birb, walked back the way he had come directly after handing the newbie his lovely present. This time however, he did not immediately barrel through Sylva and Roland, with his keen little eyeknobs, he, could instantly recognize them as a loving and devoted couple. That ill-fitting hoodie slung about that girl cemented the fact. He had nothing to comment on the matter, however, as he passed between them to find a seat he did state rather coherently, "Éanna likes The Wings!" Which, would've been an understandable compliment - wings were very potent magick ingredients to be harvested and Éanna would obviously want some for his Evil And Dark Incantations, especially from what was obviously the wielder of such a sinister magical aura - except for the fact that, Sylva - wasn't in her pixie form. Strange.

Éanna chirruped cheerfully at Roland as he passed, even throwing him a hearty wave! Heck, it was such a wave, it might've even thwacked the cat in the face! Woopsies. The bird skedaddled his way to a seat, perching on it in a manner which would never be described as 'sitting' by the common human being. He must've found the place comfy though, for he swung his crochet puppet around and began to pull from the depths of its totally-not-cursed body an array of school supplies. Éanna knew he likely wouldn't need them the first day, but, he'd use them to claim as much space for himself as possible; this desk and or table belonged to HIM and he'd make that clear through the meticulous manner in which he set up his text book, notebook, and other knick knacks into a fortified barrier. Éanna was so focused on building up his walls of defense he went uncharacteristically quiet. Not a tweet, or chirp, or hoot, or coo from him all the while he set up his fortress.​
 
Shu Crudele

Location: Dine & Dash || Interacting: TheImmortalDeity TheImmortalDeity || Mentioned: N/A

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Shu’s bestial eyes flitted rapidly to the left before focusing back on Tac. They narrowed irked distain for everything Nekomancer represented, he no longer cared about the knight and the orc, they had not insulted him so lowly, wretched day. I can’t stand the sound of this man’s voice, he is waste of air, a polystyrene plate parading himself around as fine china, revolting infidel. Shu brought his hand back up to his mouth, trying not to gag at everything the necromancer had said. “The only thing more insignificant than you is your sad excuse for an ideology! My knowledge on the art of battle is far beyond your ken.” Shu began to lose any semblance of discipline or civility, losing watch on his newly learned restraint. He felt his hands shake pugnaciously, blinking at sporadic intervals. No, no I can’t do this, what if I get caught? There are so many people around, this was supposed to be the year I turned over a new leaf! I- I shouldn’t do this…But just look at his intolerable face, I want to see him twisted in agony, begging me for mercy! Whatever tree this apple was decerped from was rotten and full of wasps- I shouldn’t even bother speaking to him. What if I just walk away? He shredded the thought instantly, only a coward would back down now. Can I postpone this somehow? I need to make this dogmatist grieve……but not here- no, not now. How dare he brandish two knives, is he purposefully taunting my unarmed nature? The barbarian. Shu in took a sharp breath, trying not to sneer.

All he could see was what was immediately before him, as if some sort of primal tunnel vision had filled his sight. Shu pulled at the fur-lined collar of his coat, suddenly feeling constricted by the very air around him. He stepped backwards without a sound, “Religion is what feeble men use to justify their actions and cloak the emptiness in their pathetic lives, I can tell by your face that you are one such man, if I can even call you that. Your threats fall on death ears K i t t y B o y, you’re preaching to the choir. I bow to no gods, let alone yours. Keep yourself entertained with these relics, they seem equally as unfit as you. A fair fight when all is said and done. I have better things to do then stand here and listen to you flap your worthless mouth around. May you die an unvindicated martyr, that is my only valediction.” He turned on his heel, tossing up a lackadaisical hand before dropping himself back onto the floor weightlessly. He needed to get out of there before he could no longer fight off the primordial urge to backhand slap this hoodlum or vice versa. He frolicked to the nearest exit as collectedly as he could, avoiding eye contact with everyone in his path, seething inwardly at his own unwillingness, or more so scruples, to fight. He glanced back over his shoulder before pushing open the door and disappearing outside.

Once safely out the range of anyone’s view, Shu reached into his pocket and hurled his ornate decanter as far across the courtyard as he could, rushing over immediately to pick it up and take a swig of its contents, jeering in frustration. He pictured the terrible face of Tac while he started the journey to class, his vision clearing from its rage filled haze. Shu ran a hand across his flawless brow, the dismay of leaving a potential fight left him without energy. I need to hurt him, I simply must. That derelict fortune-teller is a bane to society. This pot sure was prone to calling kettles black.

He was certain he could find some later time to give Tac the what for, preferably when less people were around.​

Synnøve Åse

Location: History Room || Interacting: N/A|| Mentioned: Totally Mr. Lacy 100% , Moist Teens, BIRB

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Princess™ Synnøve managed to arrive to class early shortly after her feathered attacker had. It was a feat she thought she’d never achieve in all her life, yet here she was! A shining star. She was so caught up in her daydreamy bliss, that she didn’t notice the two sopping wet teens, or the fact that she hadn’t yet learned there was a new History teacher this year. Knowing Synnøve, even if she wasn’t distracted she probably wouldn’t have noticed. It wouldn’t even be bold to assume that the girl would accidentally call Miss Littell Mister Lacy for the rest of the year. Because she was going to without a doubt! She pushed past the pixie and the neko, a little rudely in all honesty, hoofing it to the desk closest to the middle of the room. It was the best spot to be! The dark elf set down her things, swinging her legs about a little as she did so.

It was then that she looked up to make a bone chilling discovery. Éanna was Mr. Lacy’s endearing pet bird? How could she have missed this important factoid about her beloved werewolf lecturer? She must have been particularly dense for such a key detail to have evaded her keen wizard eyes. She watched as the bird handed a token of evil to her teacher, did her superior enlist this little fellow to STEAL from students? In truth, the girl wouldn’t put it past the guy. He’d always had problems with her, maybe it had something to do with her curse? He was such a cute doggie!!! She hummed to herself, arranging her supplies on her desk with a plucky expression on her face, snapping her fingers and then clapping her hands once at one point as if to signify the completion of her magnum opus. It was beautiful! But how was her own appearance? After having her ribbon, presumably, STOLEN by Mr. Lacy with the help of his handy kestrel earlier that morning, she'd felt a bit lacking in the accessory department. In hopes of avoiding a fashion disaster, the girl seemingly pulled a pair of trendy kaleidoscope glasses out of nowhere and rested them behind her temples, hopefully Mr. Lacy wouldn't secretly have his bird friend purloin these little babies too. It was affirmed to Synnøve that she should trust no one, not even her cool doggie teacher, I mean just look at him, he didn't look anything like he had last year!​
 
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hunger not subsiding and taking over made the monster unable to wait any longer. unable to entirely focus or think straight anymore broonie turned around and started on quickly going through the school hallway. "SORRY! THIS CAN'T WAIT!" he shouted back turning a head to yui for a moment as they practically charged like a rino down the hallway like crazy just to go find food. with any luck perhaps yui would be smart enough to follow his senpai and if he didn't well, that was his choice. either way boo-boo needed a bite to eat or else things would not go down too well. it wasn't long before the fluff of a monster came erupting through the cafeteria doors with all tentacles extended up around him with his claws out, sharp teeth exposed and sniffing the air and drooling at the slightest smell of food. they were quick to run right past nikolas and elvisia in the most hyperactive manner over to where the food was with a extremely loud anime squeal of excitement over mere food. broonie was a practically beast ready to hunt it's prey which in broo's case was a package of pancakes they grabbed in one tentacle,a bag of cotton candy they grabbed with another,a melon, melon bread,strawberry milks and a ball of glittery pink yarn. they also a bunch of other things in their tentacles grabbing quite the amount.

the monster then gave a toothy grin pleased with themself and he giggled. "OH YES! this should do yes,hehehehehe. broo you out done yourself." he told himself grinning like mad as he walked back with their score as they started to decide on a where they wanted to sit down. broonie then found a empty table setting everything down as they actually now started to finally take in their surroundings as they tore open a package and started to munch onto the sweet goodness of some melon bread. they looked over and noticed the variety of students around them as well as the commotion that was going on between some asscat and a cute orc girl. there was also what looked to be a knight and a witch. the monster could hear bits and pieces of their conversation but didn't dare step in being too hungry to bother and seeing as nobody was physically being harmed. it wasn't even boo's business anyways. scarfing down the rest of the melon bread broo then opened up a pancake and stuffed it with cotton candy and started to nom on that.

glancing over at the crystal girl and a cute werebear boo sniffed at the air before getting this huge grin on their face. broonie then started to walk over to them his boots tapping on the ground as he came to stand in front of them. the monster gave a wave looking up at nikolas with big blue eyes brushing up their pink bangs before giving a wave. even in male form broo still looked very fem and cutesy,the voice was slightly deeper though. "Ohayo Gozaimasu! my name is broonie, you can call me broo,boo,or senpai. hehee, i noticed you were all the way over here and you are more than welcome to come sit with me,i grabbed a lot of food you can have some too if you want." the monster greeted them introducing themself and then invited them. boo's tentacles wiggled and they started to head back to the table the picked looking back and gestured a tentacle for them to follow.

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