Fantasy Lakoria High school

[Magical Squid Senpai]

"Those photos aren't lewd!" He said before the photos were rudely shoved at him. He fumbled with the photos, trying not to drop them. "Nyx! Yo-" He was cut off by Asad suddenly touching him. "I don't enjoy being wet and half naked! I definitely don't enjoy you touching me at the same time." He growled lowly. Before he could do anything, Nyx was already attacking Asad. To be fair, it was his fault for touching Nyx like that. But Pluto couldn't stand by and let Nyx do that.
'Oh yesssssssss! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!!!!'
Pluto quickly reached out and grabbed Nyx's wrist, stopping him from actually hitting the innocent jinn. "Nyx! I know it's hard for you but you don't have to punch the first person you see! Asad is just...different...just leave him be and ignore his weirdness. Maybe we should just all calm down?" He then turned and glared at Asad. "And no instigating."

GingerBread Violetti (Have a crappy back from vacation late night post.)

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

Today was turning out to be such a trying day.
First, some disgusting greasy degenerate had dared to even look at his beloved.
Then someone who had acted like his friend had actually physically touched his beloved.
Yui wouldn't be able to handle one more outburst like that. what if tac had thought different of him? What if he didn't like the way Yui acted?
He had to be more descreat.
He couldn't afford to slip up like that again.
Not again.
Never again.

Yui peeked through the crack of the door. He was currently in the home ec room.
That was where he was when he had...disposed of the tenticaled monster that had gotten in his way.
He may have skipped a class t do so but he didn't care. He had gotten to make some snacks for Tac after all!
Which was way more important then school.
School.
What did it matter to Yui anyway? He was going to outlive every being in this school anyway.
By the time he earns his second tail, he would know more than any of the teachers here.
He will have so much knowledge.
So for right now, Lakoria high was only a place for him to meet his lover.
To meet the special someone who he could bring back home.
He would teach that person all about hhis culture, all about the special things his village does.
he could not wait to introduce his parents to Tac.
His mother would be so proud of him for bringing such an amazing person home with him!
A single tear rolled down Yui's cheek.
It was a tear full of happiness and love.
Just what he needed.
He let the tear land on his finger, only for him to drop the crystal clear tear into the cake batter.
With a sentimental sigh, he continued to stir the batter, humming softly to himself.
'Oh Tac, If only you knew what you were missing.'
@Literaly no one unless some one is in the home ec room and I just don't know. Tbh, i'm somewhat proud of this post.​

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

No one could ever be as happy as Mr. Plum right now.
He couldn’t wait to teach his first class of the year! He had so many great things for them to do, so many great recipes and things to knit.
He thinks that it is very important for young kids to learn how to sew their own clothes, clean, and cook their own meals. Whether Female or male!
Speaking of males who can cook…

“Good day, Mr. Plum!” Yui was sitting on top of Plum’s desk with a tin of fresh cookies sitting on his lap. He smiled at the older man. “I made these for you! It’s the least I could do after using your classroom so many times.” Oh boy, it was Yui Nagisa, one of the strangest students Plum has ever had the pleasure of meeting. Looks like something could ruin the mood…
“Hello Yui, I was just about to set up for the next class. Would you like to help me?”
Yui perked up and leaped off the desk, setting the tin down on the desk he bowed slightly to his teacher. “I would love to help you!”
Together, Yui and Plum cleaned up the room, made sure each oven was working, and made sure each counter had a cute little recipe book. Of course no one's recipe book was as cute as Yui’s. It was pink and...wait, is everything written in japanese? Was that a little book mark with Tac’s name on it? Tac Yssup?? Mr. Plum couldn’t help but wonder why Yui was so...off.

Once all of the work was done, Plum sat at his desk and waited for some students to walk in. He looked over at Yui, who was filing his nails...to make them sharper? If Plum actually had a face, he would be cringing right now. ‘Goodness me, where are the other students?’ He looked down at the tin of brownies...pink brownies with rainbow sprinkles. ‘I think I should share these with Frank first…’​

okmelonn Bizthequeer HTCOR TheImmortalDeity SpiritOwl Foxu GingerBread Lotusy Loony_Bin AI10100 Azerothii Mistborn Peckinou metalcity Violetti plastic_lover Deathpelt Anyone else I think I missed rip

 

[HTCOR]

Sotirios Gnosis
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Sotirios, in his rush to be away from that den of deviancy, pushed open the door to the classroom. Each step measured, every pace kept, he swiveled his head to face the two. A stern nod to them both, as he unruffled his vest. He would pause by the desk, the appearance of these...horrid abominations known as 'treats' and 'sweets' were in front of him. "Charming. Very much so. Did you make these, oh fair child?" His unblinking eyes faced Yui- and at this range? It was beyond evident this...face was merely a masquerade mask, painted and stylized to appear as real- and the joints underneath it were the same. Perhaps this was a doll of life sized proportions.

"Impressive. Most cannot cook with any competency at the age of most people here. I wish you luck on your endeavors with such further actions." Sotirios once more, adjusted his silk vest, and moved towards the middle of the classroom. He did possess an unearthly grace, thankfully enough. Perhaps he should compliment them better? No. That was good enough. Maybe he should also say something positive? Oh wait, that was the art of having 'empathy'. Right?

Oh well, who gave a damn about such things- not immortals like he. Not having to age a day was always pleasant. A small wave to Mr. Plum, as the doll clacked into place on a stool. His position settled back into place against the table's edge- and to the foolish, perhaps he was now an inanimate figure of porcelain and cloth.

Location: Home Education Classroom
Mentioned: Yui, Mr. Plum
Tagged: Magical Squid Senpai

 

[GingerBread]

Jonathan

Interacting

Kast
Vex
Arthur
Syke​

Location

Courtyard​

Notes

Jum is having another panic
Wonderful Sweater Jum art done by the amazing Foxu ​

Stuff

Mika's Sweater
Black wing covers made by his BoyFriend, Mika​

Tags

Bizthequeer
HTCOR
TheImmortalDeity
SpiritOwl​

Jon wasn't sure if what he was doing was helping at all, as the boys condition didn't seem to be improving at all. He heard Kast cheering him on and assumed that maybe she could see something changing that he couldn't. Though Jon started to tire. He decided to take a small break to catch his breath before continuing attempting to help the boy further. As he took his break however the boy in front of him lost consciousness. Though before he could redouble his efforts to help the boy, strange things started happening. The boys flesh seemed to rip itself open. Blood started to rise up out of the boy's mouth, dripping out the side and towards the ground. He took a few steps backwards before tripping over himself and falling on his arse. As he saw the once boy, now grotesque monster approach the small kitsune, he opened his mouth to tell her to get away from it. But no words seemed to want to come out.

Jon watched, slack jawed, as the grotesque figure that used to be a student flew away, leaving both him and the young girl alone. Jon had no idea how to react to anything that had just occurred. So he just sat there motionless as the event just replayed in his head, his mind trying to make some sense of it. 'Wha- Why. Maybe this was... no he's not even here.. I got away from him right?! Maybe he sent that.. thing to finish me off.' As much as he tried to avoid the thought, the idea that this was the work of The Nekomancer kept worming it's way into his mind. Jon wanted to get up and run away before The Nekomancer appeared to finish him off while he was vulnerable. But just like in the Library, his body refused to move. As if it was rooted to the spot with fear. Jon felt his eyes start to get moist as tears once again started rolling down his face. Jon didn't acknowledge the Kitsune. As he didn't even realise she was there, nor did he even hear what she was saying. He was too caught up in his own mind. The events of the Library, what just happened.. and everything that could happen next was running through his mind.

 

[plastic_lover]

Shinkichi​

Tagged: Loony_Bin as Ms. Littell
Mentioned: Ms. Littell, Salvation Army Chic, Shinkichi throwing his money at Ms. Littell, Mr. Plum
Location: Home ec classroom

Shinkichi rolled his eyes as Ms. Littel described where most of her clothing came from. He had a look of dissatisfaction on his face. 'Sweet Ra and Amaterasu, this poor woman is a lost cause!' The young bloodbender was visibly cringing at her description, wondering how he was going to make this work. "Please do not refer to me as little dude. You will refer to me by my first name at the very least, Ms. Littell. On the subject of your outfit, I suppose you're correct. This look is in desperate need of salvation." He stated with his voice full of snark and lacking much emotion right now. He looked up when the woman mentioned his name and told him to go to his seat. "Yes, you're correct. But I'm not going to my seat until we get all of this situated." He stated bluntly to his history teacher while moving his hand in an up and down motion over her outfit, being able to see straight through her false smile. It kinda hurt him, if anything. If you don't want his help just say so.

Then the bell rang again and Shinkichi remembered that he desperately had to get to the next class. Home ec! He couldn't miss one of Mr. Plum's classes. He managed to make sweaters work for every season, something he thought only him and his aesthetic friends could pull off. How does someone just do that? Hell, how could a teacher do that? Not to mention, the two brothers were planning to surprise the home ec teacher with something pretty sweet. So last minute, Shinkichi pulled out his wallet that one of his father's friends modified to basically be limitless to the amount of money being held in there. Any form of currency could pass through but no more than someone's whole arm could actually go in. Anyways, Shinkichi took out around 200 dollars or so in Lakoria's currency and threw it at Ms. Littell before running out the door. Dollars (or notes) scattered across the floor as Shinkichi left the room. "Buy yourself something nice." Shinkichi said in a demanding tone to Ms. Littell before rushing his way to the home ec classroom. Gotta love being rich.

Shinkichi managed to get to the class early, a warm yet calm smile on his face when he saw Mr. Plum. He still crashed into the room as dramatic as usual with the golden staff in hand, except this time his charm and kind words were genuine. It was pretty obvious to tell that this was his favorite period by far. "Mr. Plum. It's a pleasure to be in your presence again. I'm anticipating a good year for this class." He said while walking over to the sweater-wearing home ec teacher's desk. He was very good at hiding the fact that in the back of his mind, he was thinking 'Where the hell is Akame?'

Akame​

Tagged:
Mentioned: His poor servant, Mr. Plum, His aesthetic twin brother, anyone also walking through the halls
Location: Halls of the school, headed to home ec classroom

Last year. Oh god, last year. This was also the year that the future captain of Nebuiteru's royal guard entered the fray. He was a thrill seeker and honestly quite the adrenaline junkie. A lover of punk and rap that looked like some teenage pirate going through an edgy phase. The twin brother of Shinkichi Romulus Shezmu. Future commander of the military. And obviously the most important, Soundcloud rapper and now actual rapper Lord of Duat/King of the Dead. But one question still remains. What was the name of this punk rock, hyperactive, katana wielding, one-eyed prince who considers himself the best rapper in all of Lakoria?

"Prince Akame Remus Shezmu! I understand you do not wish to be late for your first class but if we go by your schedule, speeding isn't going to get you anywhere!" Yelled another one of these poor servants at the top of his lungs, trying his best to be heard over Akame driving. These servants didn't get paid enough to deal with this family's bullshit. The servant was clinging to his prince's schedule for dear life. Mostly because if he didn't, it would fly away in the air. Their voice somehow came across as terrified, disappointed, and frantic all at the same time. And their face matched this slew of emotions when Akame looked over to him with his one eye and let out a simple question for the servant with a devious smirk. "You thought I was doing this to get to class on time?"

Once the two finally got to the front of the school and turned off the radio previously blasting punk rock and meme rap, Akame looked as energetic and ready to go as ever while his poor servant in the passenger seat looked both tired, disappointed, and shocked. Eyes are the window to the soul. And his eyes said 'kill me', 'I don't get paid enough', and 'why did I take this job?' The more energetic of the two twins jumped out of his vintage-looking convertible with a smile on his face. Then the other bell rang loudly. What was with this family and extra yet late entrances? Anyways, this meant home ec was actually gonna be his first class today. Unlike Shinkichi's escort servants, this one already knew that there was no use in telling Akame not to idle. Once he had his mind set, have fun trying to change it.

"Thanks for taggin' along with me, Heru! You got the extra key right?" He asked before the tired looking servant held up the extra key with a weak thumbs up. all he was told is that he needed to park this prince's car. Shouldn't be that hard, right? Well, let's just say that there was a very obvious reason why the servants of the Shezmu twins were paid well. He gave his servant finger guns and an attempt at a cheeky wink before strapping his katana in the sheath to his back. And then went on to grab a few dessert sized boxes? "See ya later, Heru!" The excitable prince said with a smirk on his face, now actually trying to haul ass to Mr. Plum's class.

Heru let out a sigh of relief when the prince left to the halls with various small boxes in hand. He then simply hopped over into the driver's seat due to the fact that this car was a convertible. "I don't get paid enough for this job..." The sound of sneakers stamping through the halls was coming from the other half of the two princes. God, if only he could drive his car through the halls of Lakoria. He probably could if he wanted to but if it didn't work in his own castle, then it probably wouldn't work in his own high school. "Let's see, Mr. Plum... Mr. Plum..." He mumbled to himself while walking to this class. A mischievous and sharp smirk painted across his face, mint green eye glowing with excitement as he kicked open the class door and yelling out an introduction, not seeing his brother talking to Mr. Plum.

Akame & Shinkichi​

Tagged: Magical Squid Senpai as Mr. Plum
Mentioned: Shinkichi's baking skills, Daifuku and zalabia (An Egyptian dessert that's basically just donut holes with sugar syrup)
Location: Home Ec classroom

"I'm back Mr. Plum!" Echoed the enthusiastic and familiar voice of the one-eyed twin, Shinkichi swiftly turning around as soon as he heard the door slam open. He let out a small sigh of relief when he saw who it was, a smile of contentment coming over his already happy and satisfied expression. "Oh, thank Ra Akame. Someone not aesthetic here that I can tolerate. You won't believe what the new history teacher was wearing today." This was soon followed by a laugh from Akame, laughing at his brother due to he could imagine he solved the problem. "Akame, did you just throw money at them again?" Emphasis on again, implying Shinkichi had done this in the past. Akame was obviously just goofing around with his brother, snickering as the aesthetic twin pulled up his hood to hide the fact that he was blushing with mild embarrassment.

Under his hood, he looked mildly annoyed. So the typical 'my sibling just teased me but it's too accurate and I don't like it' look. "I did not! I was donating to them if anything. Just for that statement alone, I'm not helping you carry our presents for Mr. Plum." Let out the moody and aesthetic teenager while glaring at his twin, crossing his arms and biting the inside of his cheek. Akame gave his brother a smirk of triumph before walking over to Mr. Plum with two decently sized boxes in hand, nudging Shinkichi with his elbow to tell him what the present is. "Anyways, we made you some desserts Mr. Plum. ᴳʳᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᴵ ᵈᶦᵈ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ... Anyways, we made you both daifuku and zalabia. We hope you like them." Shinkichi said to his favorite teacher as his brother set the two boxes down onto Mr. Plum's desk. Somehow both of the boxes were insulated as to keep the zalabia warm and the daifuku room temperature.

 

[Violetti]

Nikiri​

Meant to be broken? A sinner??!!!
Nikiri could hardly believe her ears. This man was blatantly insulting her entire way of life. And what made matters worse, was that she couldn't even find the words to refute him. What could she say? Mother Nature was looking quite unreliable right now. It was as if NekoLover69 had the lamp turned on high, and Mother Nature was under interrogation. From the way things were going, she could crack at any moment. Nikiri would follow suit.

Within mere seconds, the neko found herself slammed backward. Nikiri's body hugged the wall behind her. Struggling to pull away from her blinding amethyst restraints, Nikiri quickly gave up. Of course, the man had taken the time to rig the entire room before she got here. With her arms firmly pinned, she could only stare back at the man helplessly. Cupping her face in his hands, he brought himself closer. All of which, was to her dismay. She desperately wished for the man to distance himself. The closer he kept to her, the more natural his presence felt. Please...don't say those things while looking at me with such ambitious eyes. Stop touching me so delicately...I know you've killed with those hands. Her heart raced uncontrollably beneath her skin. His musky scent suffocated her.

He spoke as if they were lovers. No, this was beyond love, as he so adamantly expressed. It could have been romantic, had Nikiri's life muse not just been denounced. More so stomped on and thrown in the trash, unfit for even dogs to eat. It was pure annihilation. She flinched as a fist was brought down beside her. Must her life be tethered to such a chaotic man? Should she be thanking him for saving her life previously? One would assume it was the courteous thing to do. Then again, most heroes weren't psychotic murderers either.

Did both choices end in death? Most likely. But perhaps, she could at least buy herself some time. For it appeared to be dwindling at a rapid rate. She still didn't fully comprehend the magnitude of his words. A world ruled by nekos? Or something? This man was nothing more than a dictator. It was a lifestyle the feline certainly didn't want to take part in. However, with her newfound connection with NekoLover69, could she refuse?

As if on cue, the school bell rang to signify the start of class. She was going to be late. "F-fine. I...I accept my fate. Just let me go for now. The second period is starting. If we skip, it might look suspicious...right?" She kept her pleading gaze locked on him. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't manage to steady her trembling voice completely. Ears flattened against her head, her tail mindlessly flicked against NekoLover69's ankles anxiously.

Interacting: TheImmortalDeity

 

[Violetti]

Rae​

Big sis??? Was this man blind?Blind or not, Rae didn't fancy being related to anyone. Kast was troublesome enough as a sibling. However, perhaps a valuable opportunity had arisen from this confusion. She might be able to understand her mission more if she managed to gain a neko slave. Yes. Enslavement. Fuck salvation. What better way to learn about nekos than to personally own one? You aren't the only one that can own nekos for your pleasure, master.

What type of personality did his sister possess? Completely disregarding his shocked reaction, Rae firmly took hold of his hand and began to drag him towards the home ec classroom against his will. "Yeah. We're going now. You're going to make me something yummy to eat. If I don't find it satisfactory, I'll be forced to eat you instead." She didn't mean it in the sexual sense. The woman leaned up to quickly nip his right ear to solidify her warning. She would have to train herself not to cringe every moment he mentioned the word sis. If she could at least remove Kast's voice from her mind, this situation might work out in her favor.


Interacting: HTCOR
(Sorry if it seems lackluster. I'm extremely exhausted, and just want to get wrap up posts out. Asad will have to come tomorrow.)

 

[AI10100]

Erika Dubloit
Interacting with: Raku ( Peckinou ), Akame and Shinkichi plastic_lover , Mr. Plum and Yui Magical Squid Senpai
Mentioned: ​

Erika gave a glance at Nikolas as he told them that he wouldn't be joining them with a simple one word. She gave him a nod. "See you then, Nikolas. It was a pleasure talking with you." Pleasure mostly because of how slow and relaxing the interaction was. Though Raku made her think, the contrast with Nikolas at least gave her mind a little bit of rest. Though, this also meant that her mind didn't dwell on the hulk of a male for too long. In the end, he would just be another face with a name for her to remember, but for nothing else than that. A shame really.

Her eyes dwelled back to Raku and then gestured her head ever so slightly to get to the Home Ec room. The small nickname that he gave her was largely ignored by the spectre as she led him through the halls. She was silent for a few minues, not knowing of anything she could engage with in conversation with the firecat. She had already asked what she wanted to know. What else could she ask about?

"So, in any case, Home Ec is next. I do wonder what we're going to do for the first day of classes." She mused, hoping for a sort of comment coming from the firecat. While Erika was a witch who had some knowledge and skill in making potions, she wasn't exactly the best at it - and, by extension, cooking as well. They reached the room soon enough and then passed by the door - or rather, phased through it with little difficulty - to enter. Her eyes landed on Mr. Plum first - his head still drawing her interest despite having seen it for three years already. She still loved the teacher, but she wasn't sure if it was because of how nice he is, or if it was because of her interest in what he actually is.

"Good day, Mr. Plum." She greeted with a nod. She then looked at the other occupants of the room - namely a familiar face. Surprisingly. The shapeshifter "prince" Shinkichi and his twin brother Akame - the former she knew because he is in the same House as she is and the latter she knew only through talking with the correct people in House Journey. "And greetings to you two brothers as well." There was another person in the room, but she didn't know him. Not even on a 'rumor' level, as she called it. Though she felt like she had seen the male before, perhaps once or twice, but there was a gnawing feeling on the back of her mind that told her that she did know him. But she pushed it back and gave him a small nod of greeting as well with a kind smile out of politeness.

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Asscat
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Chatter from the deeper dwellings of the closet erupted as Nikiri spoke. As she had mindlessly welcomed her fate, the tiny voices applauded from the shadows, the darkness of the Nekomancer-made cavern flaring to life in an explosion of various colors, flames flickering on and off as sparks knicked at their faces. A single piece of parchment materialized between the two of them, jagged teeth shaped to mimic that of a feline's displaying themselves from Nekomancer's obvious glee at what was transpiring before them. The paper, along with a quill, began to write, the ink acting like fire as it scorched the material. Written on the document was a single name: NIKIRI. Folding in on itself, the document vanished in thin air, leaving the duo to only gaze into each other's eyes.

"You're the first to ever accept my proposal," Nekomancer stated, folding his hands together. "If only she had- No, never mind. That isn't relevant. I do agree that time is of the essence, but there is no shame in my practice, my dear. Anyone that objects to my Neko God-given right deserves a punishment that can only be satiated by death. Whether or not these hooligans objectify to our holy matrimony is of no concern to us, correct? It is only natural for lost children to grasp at what is most convenient to them, and so their plight continues to rotten their minds. For that reason, we cannot expect commoners to understand our religious efforts.

"We will be meeting behind the male dorm rooms. I'll have something special cooked up for you there, and that is where the ceremony shall take place. Neither of us can back down now, Nikiri. Our futures are now led by His will, and deviation will only render suffering to take its course. I'll be expecting you at lunchtime. Only then will we be able to progress the inevitable, hand in hand. I'll permit you to take your leave now, love. Do not disappoint Him, as I will always be watching from afar." Planting an extended finger against the door, the assortment of seals shattered, and before long, both of them were now standing in the hallway, Nekomancer adjusting his mask over his face.

As they wrapped up, the philosopher felt a gentle bump against his side, followed by a high pitched "oof". Following its origin, Nekomancer had to squint past the pink-haired fluff balls starry-eyed expression. Such a dipper demeanor was foreign to his edgy dark persona. "Do you perhaps know who I am, rascal?" he asked the pompous rapscallion, dusting off the various diseases that most likely resided on his freshly cleaned robes. "I am a divine messenger for you neanderthals. If you had half the brain, you would be on your knees pleading for my favor already. What do you have to say for yourself, child?"

Violetti

ProKASTination
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Her hand fell to her side as the fairy made no notion of taking it. Kast knew the look at too well, the distinctively clear realization that the boy had no means of caring for her, similar to how her older sister gawked at her. Rather than being a person, she was a shard of glass, so easily overlooked and tossed away without a care. Taking a quick breath as a nice refresher to drive away such melancholic thoughts, Kast spun on her heels quickly, putting a hand over her forehead as she surveyed the skies. "Wonder where dat birdie went," she questioned, squinching her eyes until the sun was too unbearable to continue staring at. "It was pretty cool, eh? Kinda scary at first, but when ya really gota good look at it, seems kinda cute or somethin'."

Tapping her noggin for a good few seconds, Kast tried to remember what she was doing here, to begin with. Not only had she gotten sidetracked, but the lack of a flowery companion on her shoulder meant that she had misplaced her guide on the way, too. "Whaddya do in a sitiation like this?" Mulling over it, her foxy ears perked to the sound of a bell ringing. Previous injuries had kept the curious girl away from the prospects of what high school was all about, and there was no doubt in her mind that above all else, she needed to see what a real class felt like. Jay's little mission was going to have to wait a bit. Grabbing a piece of Rae's record and ripping it off, she took out a pen that she stole from the nurse's office, scribbling down something on the tiny note before moseying on over to Jon and placing the letter on his lap.

"Can ya tell Doctah Jay dat I'll be a lil late with 'is order? Yer the best, Mistah Cool Guy. I wrote my numbah on there for ya, so if ya ever wanna have a chat, my door is always open. Call me!" she squeaked, scampering into the school building and going off on her own adventure. Bursting through the door as if she were a marathon runner, the scampish kid bustled her way down the school's corridors without a care in the world. She had no idea where to go, but she was bound to find someone eventually, right? Right? Not that the person she had actually bumped into was all that great to begin with.

Rubbing her head a bit, she glanced up to see a cloaked DEMON glaring down at her like she was some sort of prized lamb that had just entered a slaughterhouse. Past his odd speech and the way he addressed her, the girl wasn't paying much attention to him, and was, rather, looking past him. In the distance, there was no doubt in her mind that she saw the silhouette of her most favoritest person in the world. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Jumping to her feet, the midget came barreling down until she was able to quite literally pounce on her unsuspecting victim, forgetting about the random cultist and shoving the both of them to the floor with a skid before having her sister facing her general direction. "Oh, Rae! I missed you so so so so so so so so so so much!" Each "so" was followed by a kiss to Rae's face, Kast's slobber all over the poor individual. "Yer not gonna believe it, Sis! Didja knows dat I gotta see a birdman fly?! Crazy, right? I was soooooooo scared, but I was able ta tuff it out! Y'know what Ma always says! If ye dun face yer problems, then ye dun do nothin' at all!"

Wrapping her fingers into Rae's hand forcefully, the exuberant youngster beamed with a brightness that was much too overwhelming for the situation at hand. "Whaddya say, Sis? Wanna walk ta class with me? We can talk and stuff! It'll be great!"

GingerBread Violetti HTCOR

 

[HTCOR]

Roland Graves
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Roland was dragged along without a second thought, as ‘Alyssa’ decided to grip his hand, and pull him along in that ‘insect’ thing.Oh Yew, save this poor soul from salvation. His body, violated, harassed, dragged along as both of his ears swiveled towards the closet. Violence was erupting in there, through a massive thump- and hushed voices. His head soon followed suit, turning towards the closet of relationships- only to be interrupted by someone nipping his ear. His head snapped back around to the small ‘sister’ of his, gunmetal blue eyes flicking over this betrayal. It was absolute, as he was dragged along, and they said something about ‘eating him’. Yeah, no.

By the Yew, she was demanding- his brain finally processed what she said, namely that she demanded food from him. His footing was loose enough that he stumbled after her, uncertain of what to cook for them. Traditional? Or one of those weird modern things that people preferred, like Piesa. So probably something simple, use those old cookbooks to your knowledge, Rolly.

Then a duo popped out of the closet, revealing...Nikiri and Tac. Each looked so disheveled- ohYewtheyweremakingoutintheclosetandhewasstillaroundforit. Wait. His sister was- oh fuck off. He wasn't going to deal with bullshit on this level. Sleeves rolled up, followed by a sudden application of his strength, intending to whirl Tac right around to face a rather furious looking Neko. As in, the kind of fury that came up when someone threatened something very important.

The Chadmancer was going to get his ass kicked if his words weren't careful. He didn't care if he was some arrogant know it all. He still wasn't gonna let some ass decide to make out with his Yew damned sister and then take advantage of another country girl. Probably was a city fucker, that kind of shit who decided that they were better than people like his family and him. Now that he could easily see the features of his sister, and the fact that she was also disheveled....well. Now the facts were solidified in his head. And a solid fist gripped the front of his cloak, with not a touch of gentle nature as they were dragged down to Roland's level.

"You. Mind explaining something to me?" There was still a lot of restraint in his tone as his gaze would blaze with enough heat to rival the sun. "Namely what you were doing in that closet right there?" Rolly- no, Roland- was ready to slaughter the poor Chad, and considering the blonde was only five foot seven with a life's amount of hard work muscle behind him, it probably wasn't bound to end well for the poor Neko. But at least he knew his way around a punch to a degree.

Even if his brain was registering everything about the poor boy, he simply couldn't process it- and so he would have to go off what he was directly paying attention to...namely making sure the Chad didn't try to worm his way out.

Location: Hallway (FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT)
Mentioned: N/A
Tagged: Rae ( Violetti ) Kast, Chadmancer ( TheImmortalDeity )

 

[Peckinou]

Raku Lin
Form: Semi - Human
Raku wasn't that much fazed when Nikolas declined to join them and instead left the room, raku just shrugged his shoulders before eyeing Erika to see if she was ready to leave yet. Once Erika exited the class Raku followed and was about 2 steps behind erika a they walked through the hall ways together in almost complete silence when Erika started to wonder what they were going to do in Home Ec raku all but shrugged. "Considering how i was not expecting us to be doing that type of social assignment in History i doubt that it would be something you might expect.". When they arrived at the classroom he noticed how Erika just went through the door instead of actually opening it. Typical he thought as he opened the door only to see Erika greeting everyone that was in the classroom so far Oh, so she is that type of nice girl that is usually overly polite. Raku stood there looking at Erika noticing the amount of attention she just brought upon herself Raku had no choice but to give these new people that he didn't know the fakest smile he could muster up. When he looked at the other students and the teacher though he was a bit mesmerized by the teachers head staring at them with a little intensity for a few seconds before shaking his head as if to get Mr.Plums appearance out, as he then started to look anywhere except at Mr.Plum.


Interacting: Erika AI10100 , Mr.Plum and Yui Magical Squid Senpai , Akame and Shinkich plastic_lover​

 

[Mistborn]

Cayman Wyman
Location: Classroom
Current form: Human
Interacting with: (Dibe) Loony_Bin (Rosie) Lotusy
Mentioned: @TheClassroom

Things were going well, considering how Caymans morning had started. He found himself smiling and even laughing from time to time as the class went by, and as the bell rang to signal the end of the period he almost didn’t want to get up, thinking that as soon as he stood he would be back to being alone again. These two were just taking pity on the shy guy with no one to sit with, they’d just get up and leave once class ended. At least he thought that was what was happening until Rosie asked if he’d like to go with them. T-this wasn’t some kind of pity party? They actually want me to tag along with them? This was honestly quite surprising for the lizard boy, he had experienced what it was like to be pitied on for keeping to himself, and he had thought that the two girls in front of him were doing just that until that moment. I guess they did seem sort of reluctant to introduce themselves... It was because they are shy, not because they were late?

He thought to himself for a bit before making up his mind, mulling over his options one way or the other. “Yeah, I’ll go out with you...” His brain stopped mid-thought as he processed what he just said. “I-I mean I’ll go out to the next class with you! Not... you know... go out with you...” he followed his words with a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head as he mentally scolded himself for his word choice. To diffuse the awkwardness he had just created, Cayman quickly got up out of his chair and headed out of class, speaking over his shoulder and hoping the two girls were following along behind him. “So uh, the next class is Home Ec. with Mr. Plum! He’s probably one of my favorite teachers here... Do either of you have a favorite class, or is this your first year at Lakoria?”


Sea’an Telaris Varuul
Location: Home Ec
Interacting: Open for interactions
Mentioned: History “Actors”, People in Home Ec.
(Shu) Foxu (Kneekomancer & Kast) TheImmortalDeity (Rae & Nikiri) Violetti (Roland) HTCOR

Watching and listening to Shu in silence, it was hard for Sea’an to not notice the changes in his companions demeanor. There was a moment where Sea’an wasn’t entirely sure on what he should say to Shu, the sprites visage of embarrassment and nervous eye movements were quite peculiar to the Dragonborn. Perhaps I said too much? Did discussing the prosecution of heretics upset others in the past? Hm, perhaps instead the mentioning of fire is off putting to him. Shu’s following question was one to be expected, and was one Sea’an had been asked many times over from his former peers to strangers alike. “Why, yes. I did in fact defy the bitterly cold embrace of death, instead choosing the path I now walk to this day. While at first I did not comprehend the reasoning behind my resurrection, I came to understand all in due time.” While Sea’an did not see himself as all-knowing, and understood that portraying himself as such could be seen as brash or arrogant, he believed that portraying himself as something he would inevitably become wasn’t the worst offense he had ever committed.

As Shu’s voice paused and eventually fell to silence Sea’an took a moment reflect on the conversation and the class thus far, the familiar voice of the lich Das’ker, who was trapped and bound to Sea’an by the armband around his wrist, speaking his thoughts to himself. This time has been most informative, that boy will surely be of use in the future. Sea’an could only agree, nodding his head slightly before Shu began speaking again, he could only smirk to himself at the boys response. “It would be my pleasure to expand the mind of someone such as yourself. I will look forward to our time studying together.” With the bell signaling the end of class and Shu bidding him farewell, Sea’an decided it was in his best interest to not be late to the next class.

It did not take Sea’an long to gather his things and exit the history room, giving the shaking his head at the the “performers” as he went by. The hallways were quite barren for a large majority of Sea’an’s trip, or rather the other students tended to stay out of his way as the Dragonborn made his way along. Perhaps it was his build, he did stand quite tall when compared to others of his age, or perhaps his general aura dissuaded them from lingering around him for any significant amount of time. In either case, Sea’an unexpectedly found himself standing amidst quite the scene. A pair of Kitsune‘s were lying on top of each other on the floor, a female neko looked to be watching as the necromancer he had spotted earlier was being held by his collar in front of another male neko. He had little business or reason to interrupt, but decided to add his two cents before moving on.

“Now under normal circumstances I would simply look the other way at such a scene, none of this is my business nor do I care if you beat each other senseless. I would however recommend doing this at a later time, the second period is beginning soon and it would be unfortunate if all of you were to be late.” With that Sea’an skirted past the group and continued on his way, eventually reaching his destination, the Home Ec. room. If he remembered correctly it was taught by a Mr. Plum, an interesting name when he spotted the yarn-headed professor. Sea’an gave the man a respectful wave as he moved out of the doorway and further into the room. Some of the students faces looked mildly familiar, the one he recognized the most being that of the specter near the center of the room. He took a moment to find a seat for himself, not straying too far from the front of class but also not sitting in the very first row. Hopefully this class can be as useful as the previous one.​

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

Plum greeted each student who walked into the room. He was relieved to see more students entering the classroom.
He was starting to feel a bit worried when Yui had started giggling at something while he was filing his nails.
'That boy ain't right.' he had thought.

"Mr. Plum. It's a pleasure to be in your presence again. I'm anticipating a good year for this class."

"Hello, Shinkichi! I look forward to teaching you this year! Oh, please make sure that you put your weapon in a place where no one will trip over it.” He greeted the child happily. Just then, the boy’s older brother stepped into the room, just as loud as the other, and the two started up a small conversation. ‘Oh? More presents?’
He looked down at the two boxes and chuckled as a red felt material dot appeared on each side of his face, they made him blush! Getting gifts from his students was always a treat! Well it was when he knew that they weren’t out to get him or something.
“Thank you boys! I can’t wait to enjoy this after class!” He would love to eat them now but he definitely wasn't going to go eating in front of the students! They would start asking questions...Plum then ushered the students to choose a seat behind whatever counter they wanted. Once everyone was seated, Plum stood up to introduce himself to the class.

“Good day students! Today for the first class, I would like to see how well you can follow a recipe! All of you should have a recipe book in front of you, if you just so happen to not have one then come up and tell me so that i may provide you with one!” He held up his own recipe book to show to the class before setting it back down onto his desk. “Now the recipe is on page one, chocolate chip cookies! I want you all to follow the recipe by yourselves. Of course if you do happen to need help, i will be here for you. Your ingredients are in the storage closet in the back of the room. There is also ingredients in the fridge back there too. You may also add extra ingredients if you like! Things such as food coloring, mint, or candy to your cookies! Now have fun!” And with that he sat down and stared opening one of his presents to check them out.

okmelonn HTCOR TheImmortalDeity Foxu GingerBread Lotusy Loony_Bin AI10100 Azerothii Mistborn Peckinou metalcity Violetti plastic_lover Deathpelt

 

[Violetti]

Nikiri​

If this were a dating sim, Nikiri would be getting all the bad ends. The previously dim lit room appeared to spark to life with her words of acceptance. A parchment scroll unraveled itself between them, causing Nikiri's eyes to widen in awe. This incident was some Harry Potter level stuff. The naive country girl couldn't help but be mesmerized by NekoLover69's power. Even if it was practically at the expense of her own life. Just as quickly as the paper had appeared and signed itself, it disappeared. Nikiri was at a loss for words as she absentmindedly reached her hand out at the space once occupied by the contract. Reality set in, and she allowed her hand to fall lifelessly onto the ground. The feline had managed to seal her fate once again. I hate the city...

Nikiri was well in over her head this time. A part of her wished she had passed in the fire the night before. At least then she would have died without questioning her entire existence. NekoLover69's voice penetrated her ears, but she refused to make sense of his words. She was going to die for the second time. "Right." The lack of emotion in her monotone answer also reflected in her blank stare. Why bother arguing? The plan to extend her life had amounted to quickening her death. The only option for her now was to follow along with this man's ideology blindly. How would he kill her? Would the pain compare to being burned alive?

They were back in the hallway after some odd disintegration of their previous surroundings. All of which the neko wouldn't have noticed without her attention being snagged by Roland making his presence known. He roughly gripped NekoLover69's cloak, eyes blazing with fury. What was Roland thinking?? Unsure of his intentions, the woman knew she had to put an end to the premature quarrel. If there was one thing she could still do, is save Roland from being corrupted by the madness that enshrouded NekoLover69. Nikiri's sanity? She was wandering around in a thick fog of despair, a true labyrinth of which there was no end. It was over for her. Who am I kidding? How can I save someone else if I can't even save myself?

Because NekoLover69's life was tethered to hers, she knew that the safety of his life was also a priority. Nikiri was unsure of the particulars of their connection, but that much was clear. All of this was overwhelming. Nikiri just wanted to go home. Placing a hand on Roland's wrist, she stared at him coldly. "Stop. What happened in the closet is none of your concern. It was all of my own volition." Her tone was rather jaded. A passing student voiced a reminder that class was to start soon, and advised they put their conflict on hold. Nikiri slid her hand off, walking towards the direction of the classroom. However, she didn't plan on going to class at all. She needed a moment to breathe. "He's right. The class is starting soon."

Several feet down the hall, Nikiri fell forward. If it weren't for her cat-like reflexes, she would have fallen flat on her face. Her palms offered a few inches of space between the floor and her nose. Oww....did I trip over a rock?? In the middle of the hallway?? Feeling a slight squirm beneath her, Nikiri gasped in horror. Through her cleavage, she could see a pair of fluffy ears. She was practically suffocating a child! Springing up, Nikiri smoothed down some of the fox's pink flyaway strands of hair. "Are...you hurt?" Oh, wait. It doesn't really matter, does it? This is a world where people can die and get resurrected with the right magic. What's the point in asking how anyone is? Life wasn't as precious as Nikiri once thought.

Interacting: TheImmortalDeity HTCOR

Rae​

This was not the plan. Rae was supposed to make it to Home Ec with this dumb neko boy who thought she was his sister, and have the time of her life forcing him to cook her food. Instead, she was brutally tackled to the ground, her dark cloak flapping up in the wind of the fall. She should have caught her scent from a mile, no, ten miles away. Her grasp on the male neko instantly broke. Rae laid there on the ground for what seemed like hours, her body mimicking a corpse. Much like how one was told to play dead if ever attacked by a bear. The same principle, only Rae would have found a bear attack preferable to this treatment. Her sister, Kast, continued to molest her mercilessly. Slobbery kisses made contact with both of Rae's cheeks, all to her dismay. Wasn't excessive body contact with family members frowned upon in society???

Rae wasn't absorbing any of the little fox's words. Nor did she want to. I don't care. As the kisses subsided, she finally opened her eyes to stare up at Kast. Overflowing with irritation, Rae took a few sticks of pocky and forcibly shoved it into her sister's mouth to halt her useless banter. Damn, listening to her sister's voice made her ears bleed. "Never do that again. I'm also part of a cult now. We could never be on the same level. Touching me is forbidden. It's against the rules." It was a small lie to save her from undergoing future attacks. Or at least, that was the desired result. Not at all entirely convinced she could escape Kast's clutches forever, hope would have to suffice for now.

Rising, she harshly pushed Kast off of her. She shoved her so hard that she slammed into another unsuspecting victim. As they toppled over one another, Rae took this chance to flee during the commotion. Running from her problems may have appeared cowardly. However, after all this time, Rae had found it to be the most effective form of action. Killing her sister proved to be a much more troublesome feat, and Rae could only stand to devote so much attention to her beloved kin. As she made her way down the rest of the hall, she didn't bother looking back. Both her sister and the male neko were already forgotten. She merely wished to follow the scent of food to ease her frazzled nerves.

Interacting: TheImmortalDeity

Asad​

Sure, Asad expected Nyx's violent outburst. Still, his brilliantly swift reflexes didn't fail to surprise the Jinn. Oh, yes. Manhandle me more, Nyx daddy! This was only one of many perverted thoughts rendering through his mind. Fighting was not Asad's forte. In fact, it was evidently on the opposite side of his ability chart. He might have had a toned, thicc body. But like a prized stud bred for sex alone, his jaw-dropping good looks were just that. He knew his promiscuous nature was not accepted by some, but that never kept him from flirting and making sexual innuendos.

Fully bracing himself to take the hit Nyx had in store for him, Asad's eyes didn't falter from Nyx's gaze. This is just a feistier session. That's all it is. Fortunately for the genie, Pluto came to his aid for the second time today. Wriggling out of Nyx's grasp while the gorgon stole his attention, Asad added a few feet between him and vamp daddy. As Pluto shot him a warning glare, he could only raise his hands up in defeat. "Yeah, yeah. I got it." His voice didn't lose its usual playful tone. But if you were to focus long enough on his amber eyes, you might notice a hint of uneasiness.

The school bell rang, causing Asad to turn towards the source of the chime. "Damn. Second period already? That's home ec, yeah? Well, it's actually time for me to dip and have some cutie make me something sweet. Who knows. I might get two for the price of one." Winking, he snapped his fingers and disappeared in a poof of smoke. Did he feel bad leaving the gorgon with such a volatile creature such as Nyx? Maybe. But if anyone could tame Nyx, it was Pluto.

Interacting: Magical Squid Senpai GingerBread

 

[Foxu]

Age Of Weakness

Location: Hallway || Interacting: N/A ||Mentioned: N/A

Omen King stepped out from the history classroom with an air antediluvian, with every sense of démodé the word may imply. The recent overflow of awe and splendor Age of Weakness had been introduced to via companionship had caused the entity to forget how pleasant being alone with one’s own thoughts could be. Stripped of his friends, the being waltzed freely through the school halls, growing captivated by a lit-up trophy cabinet. For several excruciating moments the being blocked the hallway, stooping down his head to gaze at the contents of the lustrous case. He read the brazen placards of each sports trophy, committing the names of athletic champions and teams to memory with unpretentious ease. Omen King would have gratefully stood in that location for the rest of the school year, yes indeed, the way the soft yellow lights cut contrastingly upon the arching shapes of the tiny metallic statues and kodachrome ribbons was enough the melt the very heart of the monolithic entity. The printed and framed faces of countless students from seemingly endless eras proudly standing together filled the shimmering being with a sense of comradery and understanding- such winners he could never stand amongst- but he could cheer them on in the history of his own life with great joy. Wayne had spoken of sports before, hadn’t he? Oh, what a wonderful thing it must be to be part of a collective of skilled individuals, working to one solid end goal. Omen King felt saddened with the realization that this was yet another grand purpose that he, himself, could not partake of. He wished he had not realized such, because it left him feeling foully self-interested. Finding personal sadness in the joy and excitement of others, how did he muster the sycophantic urge? Faced with the befuddlement of his own hypocrisy, Omen King’s opalescent head emitted an almost electric crackle at the sight of his reflection in the smooth surface of the stand, the sound promptly faded to a hollow mothwing buzz, and then to absolute obscurity. Replaced by an endless, suffocating, silence as Age if Weakness gazed ever onward deeply aware that he hated that dreadful creature he saw mirrored in the glass.

Companionship had offered him refuge from having to consider his inadequacy, but now, left to his own devices, the being had to deal with knowing that he could never achieve to the level of his peers in the sense that--- Age of Weakness was pulled away from his wallowing by the sudden push of a passerby, jostling him into motion once more, now was not the time to mourn! It was a time for learning! He sent himself down the hallway once more, abandoning his melodrama and musings on the cutting room floor in favor of finding his way to the Home Economics classroom.​

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Synnøve Åse

Location: N/A || Interacting: Loony_Bin metalcity || Mentioned: N/A

Synnøve reached out to shake Angelica’s hand, glad to have any semblance of a physical connection to reality in that moment,” Its nice to meet you all. as I said before, I’m Princess Synnøve.” She realized that she’d kept shaking Aine’s hand for much longer than she should have, letting go with an abruptness that made it more awkward than the duration itself. The dark elf managed to regain her composure, righting her posture and wiping the back of one hand across her eyes, solidifying the fact that she had been weepish just moments before. She moved so that she stood adjacently to the goddess Aine. Miss Åse floundered in trying to find things to say, continuing to aimlessly compliment the performance of Dan and Aine for a few moments, trying to fill the empty air until Dan spoke again.

Synnøve crossed her arms nonchalantly, placing her weight on one leg,” There’s no need to apologize, if had worse falls before! Its not like it was without reason even. I only picked up a few bruises on the way down. I appreciate the offer of course, but I really don’t need to visit the Nurse’s office.” She subconsciously ran a hand over her aching right arm with an apprehensive tenderness. The elf watched as Dan fished around through his pocket, worrying that he was about to offer her yet another gestural apology. Never having been good at accepting monetary gifts, his second offer left her already frazzled mind at a loss. The dark elf tried to maintain her casual demeanor, raising her hands in front of herself and pushing them forward in rejection of his offer, shaking her head from side to side,” No thank you! I couldn’t possibly take your money, I could easily afford another pair of glasses on my own.” She mentally counted the amount Mac had offered, suddenly feeling the need to suppress a surprised laugh at his meager hundred dollars, while it was much more than necessary to cover the cost of her fashion fatality, it was very little in comparison to what Synnøve was used to. Knowing it would help her alleviate some of her pent-up stress, the girl let herself chuckle a bit at the sight. “You should keep your money for something more important. In the words of my great grandfather: invest that and it’ll be worth something one day!” She made a round, sweeping gesture, smiling to lighten the blow of her refusal. She glanced back to Angelica and let out a relived sigh as the bell rang out,” You guys should start heading to class, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, again, that was a great show!..very unexpected.” Synnøve sprinkled her adjective with spirit fingers for added pizzazz.


Synnøve half hoped her new acquaintances would try to get her to go with them to where ever they planned to go, talking to them had made her feel better, and if they were going to go to Home Ec. she’d finally be able to eat that day! But if they were to leave, she could probably take the time to work out what had caused her to be so upset in the first place. The phony princess did not feel like pressing her luck only to end up out wearing her welcome in the sight of Aine and Dan, she edged her way towards the door.​

 

[Loony_Bin]

Tags: Lotusy Mistborn
Location: Hallway
Mood: Opening up...

Dibe​

Dibe was admittedly surprised by just how forward Rosie was being by offering to walk with Cayman to the next period. Admittedly, it was already becoming easier to talk to Cayman than most people, but still, it was a big step! Over time on their way to Home Ec, Dibe found herself slowly letting go of Rosie's hand, getting more and more used to the hallway atmosphere as she slowly began to feel herself becoming a bit more comfortable with her surroundings, in no small part assisted by Cayman's less than aggressive approach to dealing with everyone.

Dibe nodded in recognition of Mr. Plum's name, "Oh, I remember Mr. Plum, he was really nice, he once helped me in class when there was an odd number of students, so he became my partner! Of course I kept messing up the recipe and he probably only gave me a passing mark that day out of pity and....yeah...." It was when Cayman asked who their favorite teacher was that Dibe had to actually think for awhile. She wanted to say Mr. Lacy was her favorite but...well...yeah, probably not best to open up old wounds from the summer, after all it took a whole two months before Dibe felt well...anything after she found out what happened to him when he left for Transylvania...
'He was the only friend I'd ever had and now he's gone, I don't know what I'm going to do! Is it even worth going on without him here, did he ever really like m-'
"I can't pick a favorite! I like them all, even Mr. Schmetterling sometimes! not really okay Mr. Schmetterling scares me and I don't really like him. I mean, at least I like them all from what I've seen of them, last year I didn't really get the uh...chance to know them all that well because of some...stuff I was doing..." Dibe scratched the back of her head and looked down at the floor, "B-but yeah, they're all really good, mhm, totally just...spectacular, all of them...."

 

[HTCOR]

Roland Graves
​

His hand slacked in its grip, his fury slowly dying out. People didn't even care. By the fact that Alyssa had already run, and Nikiri would be telling him off for actually trying to defend his sister...well. Why bother? Roland slipped backwards, spinning around. He'd move towards the bathroom, having lost interest in getting to class. Perhaps he could ask to transfer to another school. Or were normal people just...apathetic like this? It was a depressing thought, to think that people didn't care about how they could be used by people like that fellow.

Were they just uncaring of the world at large? Unable to give a damn about themselves, unable to understand that they deserve something. Truly, that concept was...disgusting to think that it was able to exist. The people who had it were slightly pitiful, and needed more love, really. But sorrow was woven into this tale, as Rolly closed his eyes. A gentle push for the bathroom door to open, as he moved towards the sink, turning it on.

Worn eyes looked back at him in the mirror, a face filled with naught but confusion and pain. A quick splash of water changed none of it- only removed any smears of grave-dirt on his face. He sighed, a sound drawn out as to remove the heat from his blood. His anger was gone, faded away with the fact that people were....that.

"...Apathy, fuckin' apathy." Rolly would murmur to himself, uncertain of what to do now. But he would stand in front of the mirror, not intending to leave the bathroom for a bit. His thoughts were swirling, his brain unable to comprehend exactly what was wrong with this place.

Location: Hallway -> Bathroom
Mentioned: Nikiri, Rae, Kast
Tagged: TheImmortalDeity (Nekomancer)

 

[Deathpelt]

Kerry Stayne​

RIINNNGGGG---- "Ahhh" Kerry flopped out of her chair surprised by the loud and unwelcome noise piercing her fragile ears. Had she really slept throughout the class period??? A new sense of alarm wrang through her brain, even louder than the bell of the school. Her hazel hair flared in the air she quickly jumped up, making her head spin. "Come on!! Second day!" She cried out to no one in particular hoping for no response. Darting out of the room as fast as a dazed Neko can she ran into the middle of the hallway, wondering what class she was supposed to go to next. She stopped dead in he tracks and took her surroundings in, "Ummmmmmm, maybe.. No..er.." She couldn't find out which way to go! Though there was a good majority of students left wandering around, which comforted her to some extent, however unknown.

Suddenly an idea popped up in her head, nearly tipping her worn body over. Ask someone! There must be at least one or two students that share the class with her. Her eyes darted around the hallway looking for anyone in close range. She stopped on a trio of students that seemed generally decent, a pink haired girl who Kerry guessed was either a shapeshifter, witch, or spirit, another girl who had a pair of canine type ears attached to her head, which if Kerry wasn't in such a hurry might have started hissing at, and finally and (edgy) boi with greyish coloured hair. She approached the three without caution, probably looking like a rabid cat child and began to interrupt the conversation. "UM HI! Do you know the classes that were going to because...um... I don't remember!" She threw in an embarrassed laugh, her face slightly red before awaiting and answer.

Place: Hallway
Thoughts: I'm dead Inside, also I need to pee!
Interactions: Loony_Bin Lotusy Mistborn

(Also I bet your glad to see me! No? Ok I'll leave then...)

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Nekomancer
​

As a pair of hands surged at the masked occultist, the boy took a step back, being held by the scruff of his newly washed garbs. He was met with none other than the ferocity of a fuming cat boy of which he had never seen up close and personal before. How dazzling he was, a direct representation of His grace and the beauty that the Lord blessed on those of the Neko variety. How Tac aspired to skin the boy where he stood and encase himself with their flesh as if it were a blanket wrapped warmly around his eager body. As this unnamed hunk of a furry child gripped him so tenderly, Nekomancer pondered on what it was this boy was so fervent over.

Of course, how could he be so blind? As the words escaped Roland's mouth, Tac knew exactly what it was that this boy desired so dearly. The reason for inquiring what transpired within the closet was because he, too, intended to join in the joyous occasion that was the Neko Lord's holy ceremony. Clasping his hands tenderly over Rolly's, Nekomancer's visage lit up, similar to a Christmas tree. "You need not say another word, for I-" Stopped by Nikiri's outburst, the mastermind fell silent, lowering his hands away from his newly-found catalyst.

A lovers' quarrel? he thought to himself, slowly slipping away as the assailant loosened his hold. An awkward exchange from the both of them left Nekomancer clueless, and as both took their different paths, the intellectual was left all alone. He valued Nikiri's word, but what was she thinking, trying to dissuade Roland into not taking the proper procedures in becoming a higher entity, such as herself? Perhaps it was jealousy. It was only natural that someone, after being exposed to a large quantity of awe and wonder, would react negatively to another individual attempting to intervene in their godhood.

Sadly, that was not what Tac had intended, and as he watched Roland strut away, the savant made sure to take note on speaking with them later. Without further engagement, he made his way to class, careful not to bump into Nikiri before their designated appointment. What was the point of setting a date if you didn't give the other party time to prepare? Entering the classroom with the bravado that a successful madman had when he accomplished an enormous goal of his, Tac plopped himself directly beside the ghost from before, leaning in eagerly. "So, as it happens, I have a delightful bit of gossip that I must indulge you in."

Violetti HTCOR AI10100

Kast
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"I 'ave been waitin' all day for this 'ere moment and I can tell ya, today was a real wild one-" Suddenly finding pocky shoved into her mouth, Kast followed up with a fit of garbled gagging as she struggled to breathe. A few words from her sister and the tiny fox found herself flung into the air with a strong whoosh, skidding to the floor and left bewildered as her relative bolted away from her. She was going to follow, too, but the endearing child found herself tangled up in a pretzel with some sort of unsuspecting student, and before she was able to untangle herself, Rae was gone. As the purple-haired mistress floundered with Kast's hair, the she-fox spat out the chocolate drizzled candy onto the floor, discomfort riddled over her expression.

"Sis knows I dun like these things," she complained, now noting that the catgirl had asked her a question. "Eh? Oh, naw, I ain't hurt or nothin'! A few scrapes ain't gonna be takin' me down!" Putting emphasis with a flex of her feeble arms, she kissed her "muscles" with exaggerated opulence. "What 'bout ya, stranger? Yer gonna be alright? I didn't hurt ya none, did I?" A flicker of genuine concern came over the kid, but just as soon as it appeared, it vanished, along with whatever conversation the two were in. "She probably ain't gonna run far, right? Just gotta find 'er before she becomes a shadow 'gain." Shakily getting to her feet, the well-dressed adolescent was going to wave goodbye before a fountain of blood spurted from the two holes located on the top of her head.

Crashing down like the funds in a bankrupt business, Kast went face first into Nikiri's chest, smothering herself in the woman's bosom. "Well, this ain't what I had in mind," Kast said to herself, unable to move. "Mind if I ask ya ta take me ta class? Ain't a real big walk, just a lil' trip and we're there." She knew that the question was a bit odd, and the fact the girl hadn't run away from a spontaneously bleeding kitsune was a true mystery, but at least she had the chance of making a new peer, right? Attempting to breathe through her mouth, the fox girl continued. "Also, if ya, could, ya know, lemme not suffocate, that'd be great." To Nikiri, this may have sounded more akin to a muffled Squidward animal trapped in a cage.

Violetti

 

[HTCOR]

Arthur Bauer​

Where the hell was-

The bird squawked loudly, before landing onto the roof of the highschool, before violently expelling a series of worms, gold, silver, a few platinum class rings, and surprise surprise, a fucking book. Barely a moment later, the bird was replaced by a teenager- the flesh shrinking and folding to create a person of skin and bone- and wearing clothing, thankfully. His jaw stretched a little, before he would swipe some of the class rings, and then promptly tossed the book off the roof. If it hit someone? Oh well, who gave a damn.

Arthur did a customary grumble, before walking along the roof to the right spot...before starting to climb down. Heaven forbid the amount of times this had happened to him, and throwing up books always sucked. Especially when they were eldritch arcana devised to corrupt mortals. Was it his fault for making it possible for others to be corrupted? PRobably, yeah, but did he care too much at the time he tossed them? No. And burning them tended to unleash portals.

But Arthur swiftly made his way along, a little distracted....but slipping into the second floor through an empty classroom was always fun. In his opinion. Yeah.

"Now to find where in the Hel I managed to get myself.." He'd mumble, freezing as he passed a classroom where that kid used to- no, him. Right. Himself. Gods above, how long had it been? Three years of being someone new, having his condition permanently altered. His hands flexed and gripped themselves, recalling the summoned birds, the beautiful times he'd had with his friends, his partner, and his familiars. All gone, by the damn botched ritual.

But a fierce squawk in his mindset drove him back, a cold shard of ice stabbing into his mentality. He wasn't the same. Muninn wasn't something easy to summon, yet he needed to find a way to rip that entity from himself. Perhaps he needed to talk to someone familiar with binding spells...

A swift shake of his head again, before he pushed open the door to the Home Ec room, deciding to move along and sit beside Se'ann. Arthur did look like a regular jock, sure, and people really could leave him alone. Today had not been his day. Se'ann would be a great deterrent based on the fact they were probably terrifying to most 'mortals'. Wonderful tactic, that. It did sadden him to know that poor Se'ann's condition was probably due to a pact made with an entity, or sheer shit luck. Most people didn't become a lich the standard way, and get into the school after that.

"Morning." He'd give a calm, quiet greeting to the lich. "Sorry if I'm being a pest, but mind me asking what he said already? Wasn't able to get here in time." Arthur gave a tired half-smile to them.

Location: Roof -> Home Ec
Mentioned: The Home Ec Classroom
Tagged: Mistborn (Se'ann)

 

[okmelonn]

Mikaela

Interacting With

mr. plum for a little bit

Current Location

home ec

Notes

guess whos back.....back again....

Stuff

broom-chan and a plate of fresh cookies!

Tags

Magical Squid Senpai

Mikaela awoke with a start, face down on the desk and drool dribbling from his mouth. He sat up straight on Broom-Chan. Had he fallen asleep during class? Oh, no... He really hoped the teacher hadn't given him a strike or anything! Filled with a slight anxious feeling, he took the plant in front of him under his arm and proceeded to hover out of the classroom. There was a small frown on his face, he believed that he had memorized his schedule but was still not sure.. And if he remembered correctly then the next class was Home Ec? With a firm nod, the witch boy arrived at a door. This one should be it.. Turning the knob, he opened the door to see--! that he had floated directly into a closet. Oh. Well, must be the one next to it..
Putting himself into reverse, Mikaela went one door down to find that this classroom was indeed the correct ones. Students had already been filling in the seats, and so he took one of the few that were left. On his way to his seat, however, he stopped by the teacher's desk. "G..Good morning, sir! I.. Have a bit of an odd favor to ask.." He spoke rather quietly after his initial greeting, a small tinge of his accent just barely coming through. "Could you, um.. Keep an eye on this plant? He gets lonely.." Mika stared directly into the man's eyes, making it evident that he was not joking. He then set the plant down onto Mr. Plum's desk, and floated away to his seat.
It had been but a moment after he had seated himself in his chair, putting Broom-Chan to the side for this class, that Mikaela was told the lesson plan. A grin formed on his features, cookies?! This would be easy! Where he came from, cooking and cleaning was integrated into the way people functioned. It was ingrained into their brains, and in turn it was in his as well! He didn't even need a recipe book, he would make the best darn cookies anyone had ever tasted all without one! With a broad smile and confident gait, the witch boy headed to the storage closet in the back. He grabbed a substantial amount of butter and dark brown sugar, along with a small bag of flour, baking soda, eggs, regular sugar, a few sprigs of lavender, water, two bags of semi-sweet dark chocolate chips, and a small bottle of vanilla extract. For equipment, the boy received a set of measuring cups, a bowl, a large wooden spoon, a baking tray, parchment paper, and a medium-sized ice cream scooper. Then, trudging back over to his desk, the witch got to work.
With his magic in use, he had completed the initial cookie batter quite easily. In fact, he had so much left over time that the witch boy quickly whipped up a small potion that would release an extra kick of dopamine in one's brain, causing for a literal flood of happiness to overtake them. He didn't see anything wrong with this! And he certainly didn't see that he was basically drugging anyone who ate the cookies. No, he didn't. So he had happily put the cookies in one of the ovens, waited, and they were now out and plated. All he had to do was offer them around!
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Nevore

Interacting With

none

Current Location

home ec

Notes

mel's ocs are back...........tell a friend........

Stuff

none

Tags

none

After a brief dramatic session due to that of the tales being told regarding backstory, Nevore found himself to be rather spaced out for the remainder of the class. And, despite it just being tens of minutes, it felt like almost a month had passed. To be precise, 29 days. But, as the class drew closed, his attention returned. He stood from his chair, sighing with a dramatic flip of his hair, proceeding to continue to his next class of the day.
Once he arrived, he still had the same plan as before. Do nothing, listen to nothing, say nothing. That was, until, he heard that they would be making cookies that day. That was perfect! Nevore had always received praise back home for his famous cookies! ...But then again that might because they were afraid that his family would publicly humiliate them but nevermind that. Now was his time to shine! Pulling up the sleeves to his dark brown cardigan, Nevore approached the back storage room. He gathered relatively similar ingredients of that to the other students, flour, butter, sugar, eggs, chocolate, so on and so forth. But what made Nevore's cookies so special was his secret ingredient.. Only the freshest of purified water, directly from his homeland island! Luckily, he typically carried around a small bottle of said water in a necklace as to never forget the roots from once he came. Perfect, now it was time to get baking.
All was done. The cookies had been put on the tray, the oven was heated, and the merman's pink apron was barely stained! All he had to do now was open the oven, begin to put the cookies in and- Ah, nope. Just then, some weirdo NPC came up behind him and whispered something in his ear! this startled him to the point of tipping over a bit. Luckily, Nevore was able to steady himself, but sadly it was too late for his cookies. He had thrown the pan all over the open and heated oven, along with the stove top of which was still on due to the fish melting butting in a saucepan instead of in the microwave like a normal person. Within seconds, a small flame erupted from the kitchen equipment. And, believing that he had everything under control, Nevore yelled a loud "I-It's okay! I can handle this!" And proceeded to spray water from his palms all over the fire. However, considering the appliance was electrical, the flames only grew higher and higher.​

 

[GingerBread]

Jonathan

Interacting

Kast
Vex
Arthur
Syke​

Location

Hallways, on his way to the home ec class​

Notes

Jum is the coolest ever! And he knows it
Wonderful Sweater Jum art done by the amazing Foxu ​

Stuff

Mika's Sweater
Black wing covers made by his BoyFriend, Mika
Smooth teal stone​

Tags

No tags​

Jon hardly acknowledged Kast talking to him, her words just going over his head. Even as she gave him her number and left, Jon continued sitting in the middle of the courtyard, his mind showing him all the worst scenarios that it could make up. Given Jon's limited experience with death and stabbings, the images conjured by his mind were relatively mild compared to someone who maybe grew up watching violent media, or even experiencing something worse in person. Even so, the thoughts still shook Jon, the experience he'd had with the business end of a blade was more than he was comfortable with. Jon was only knocked out of his stupor when the sounds of students rushing between classes finally penetrated his mind, bringing him back to reality. Jon finally pushed himself up off the ground. As he stood up, he shoved the paper the kitsune had given him into his pocket.

Jon walked against the crowd of people going to lessons. He wasn't sure what to do.. if he didn't go to this class, it'd be the second one that he'd missed. Could he really afford to keep missing the classes.. that was what cool people did, wasn't it? skip class and hang out with all their friends. Jon shoved his hands into his pockets, running his thumb over the smooth teal stone that Mika had given him, as he tried to think about what to do. If he kept missing class, his parents wouldn't be happy and they might even take him out of Lakoria. Making a decision, Jon spun around and started heading to his next class.. which he was pretty sure was home ec. As he started making his way to the classroom, the same thought that prevented him from going to his last class crept into his mind..

Jon stopped in the middle of the hallway, most people had already made it to their class, only a few late stragglers remained. Jon started to question if he was really, truely cool, if someone was stopping him from doing stuff.. he wondered if he should ask someone for help with his troubling thoughts.. Jon shook those ideas out of his head as he took his hands out of his pockets, stopping caressing the polished stone. "I am the coolest person ever, I don't need any help from any of the losers in this school" Jon reaffirmed to himself as he continued making his way towards the home ec classroom. He started re-suppressing the thoughts he kept having, Constantly reminding himself that he the coolest ever and that he's the best. Filling himself full of false bravado.

 

[GingerBread]

]Nyx

Interacting

Pluto
Asad​

Location

The Gardens​

Notes

N/A​

Stuff

N/A​

Tags

Magical Squid Senpai​

Nyx wasn't expecting Pluto to step in and stop him beating up the Djinn. Though as Pluto started scoulding him, he realised he should've expected this. "You're too much of a goodie two shoes.. not to mention you're a wimp as well" Asad didn't stick around much longer, disappearing in a puff of smoke like a wizard in a 90's cartoon. Nyx was still pissed, but he couldn't be arsed to chase after Asad, or even try to continue fighting him, as well as trying to fight off Pluto. Every time he'd tried to do something these past two days, something or someone got in the way. He sighed and turned to face Pluto. "Well, you're not that much of a goodie two shoes are you? First you send lewd photo's to your stalker, and now you're giving that stupid Genie a private show. Are you really that desperate for money? ...Or do you get pleasure out of this?" Nyx smirked at Pluto and placed a hand on the Gorgon's shoulder. "If you're gonna start bringing these people into the dorm, make sure you put a sock on the door"

 

[Azerothii]

In the midst of everything else, Elvisia was at loss. The Diamond girl stared right at her empty bowl, holding all-purpose flour on one hand and cake flour on the other, long enough to creep others out. For how long did she dose off? Probably since the beginning of the class. In all honesty, she did nothing but stare off into space in every single class while doing exceptional work, so much so that she has lost track of time and now in deep thought on what day it is, mixing over her earlier thoughts that washed her mind up like a washing machine. Usually, she would be enjoying herself with some small conversations with her fellow classmates, joining in on the fun or whatever batshit crazy scheme they would do and peeping through every drama that piques her interest like an All-purpose flour. Or perhaps she could continue hanging out with Nikolas and being sweet to him like a good gentle friend that she is.....like sweet ol' cake flour. But then she couldn't put a finger on what she feels right now, it's like the combination of laziness, demotivation, and loneliness. Half of her mind thinks that she should talk to Mr.Plum or any of her classmates....her other half thinks that she'll just be disturbing them otherwise.

Elvisia softly puffs her cheeks and chews on her inner cheek, her jeweled eyes glimmering softly as she made a decision to go fuck it. And thus she dumped both flours on the same big bowl and started mixing them right away.......maybe she should have sifted them first....