Fantasy The Bad Guys (Old)

[Dire Wolf Devil]

"Only thing I have left to really do right now is drop off my stuff in my room." Dei-Loki remarked, arching a brow.

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Sam: My stuff's in my room, but I haven't finished unpacking, myself.

 

[Phil]

Maxine tilts her head "is english not your first language?"

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

"Do you know which way the rooms are? I feel like, if I were to go on a room hunt, I'd more than likely get lost." Dei-Loki laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head in the process.

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Nellie: No, but I believe my dialect is confused.
Sam: Have you been in the common room?

 

[Phil]

Maxine rubs her head not understanding "dialect?"

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

"I... believe I have, yes." Dei-Loki began to nod, as if it had slowly been coming back to him.

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Sam: The dorms mostly encircle it.

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Dei-Loki oohed at this, finishing up his spaghetti before having slowly stood. "Well, I should go and drop my stuff off, at least. It was nice talking t' you, Sam."

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Sam: You too.

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

After taking care of his tray, Dei-Loki gently would lift his bags before beginning in the direction of the dorms. "Wish mam and dad would've let me bring something to listen to music on. I've got my phone, but I've got no headphones. Eh..." He sighed in the process of speaking to himself. His gaze, in his travels, had remained forward as he whistled quietly. "That's two people I've run into so far. Seems I drew more attention to myself than I thought I would."

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Sam: I continued to eat my spaghetti and sipped the blood.

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Once Dei-Loki had made it to his dorm, he opened the door with a gentle sigh as he'd drop his items near a bed. "The paper said something about having roommates." He'd remark to himself, shrugging as he'd grab a clean pair of clothes before meandering into the bathroom. "More people t' try and get along with, I suppose."

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Sam - Ka'El - Samadriel
Tamra - Ethan
Maxine - Francis - Blazen - Spencer (((NOTICE: This room is full.)))
Carlie - Mathew (((NOTICE: Anybody who rooms with Mathew and Carlie will fall victim to mind control, discourtesy of Mathew.)))
Travis - Beeswax/Nellie - DeiLoki

 

[Sprios]

Spencer!
"Hood!!" Spencer called to the boy sitting by his lonesome as she jogged and cut the distance between them, milk splashing precariously about. "The line was really short, but not as short as my attention span, so..." She shrugged, which was as close to an apology as Francis would be getting, before dropping into the grass with her legs crossed. The tray balanced on her knees, and Spencer went to work pulling utensils out of their plastic casings. The next few moments she was quiet, too busy stuffing her cheeks full of noodles to speak.

A gentle breeze enveloped the duo as they worked on their meals, bringing with it the smell of wild flowers. Spencer looked to the woods, where trees swayed to and fro in a manner she found most enchanting. She bit into a meatball, swallowed, and then mused to Francis, "Hey, do you believe in ghosts?"

 

[Phil]

Maxine rubs her head not understanding "dialect?" she sighs "never mind. Well do you want to go back?"

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Francis: I thought for a bit, wondering if I should say yes, no, maybe, or if I should explain my beliefs. I believe anything's possible, and some stuff has happened that aren't even explained by known magic. Like in that mental hospital where the ghost hunters removed the ECT machine and the haunting seemed to stop.
Nellie: I would like that, but I should really move into my room. I've dawdled for long enough.

 

[Phil]

Maxine nods "okay, I'll see you around I guess." She gets up and heads out of the library and back toward Ethan. She goes over the everything that has happened today in her head trying to make sense of things.

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Dei-Loki stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, slipping on his black t-shirt with the picture of Bendy's face (Bendy and the Ink Machine) on it. He'd then slip on his gloves while that stare turned into a glare. "I don't know where exactly you are in there, but I'm not letting your 'goodie two shoes, love everyone' personality slip into play. Y' here me?" From an outside look, he was an obvious madman. But... Perhaps there was more two it than what anyone else could see. "Gonna do dad proud, a Nightmare's gotta have some sorta fun, ya know." The wolfish demigod growled with a grin before stepping out from within the bathroom - checking to ensure his roommates hadn't arrived yet.

 

[Sprios]

Travis!
Left, left, leeeeeeft, up!!! Up!! Double high kick combo with a five stack offensive buff, K.O.'d!! Travis's brow finally unfurrowed in relaxation The rosy hue in his cheeks wore off slowly, sweat all but dripping from his hairline. He rubbed the back of his neck gently to take a break from the game he'd been so tenaciously playing, killing time trying to drop a load. As the tension of his body released Travis felt almost at ease enough to finally go, knowing the bathroom was his for the time being. All the freshman were occupied on the first day, whereas juniors like himself were familiar with Sunbreaker Academy and needed only to move back in. That left a golden--or, brown, he supposed--opportunity.

So he'd claimed a stall with a roll of toilet paper and handheld game console in each hand for some alone time. He'd mashed the buttons and kicked a few asses to pass the time and, just as he was ready to fire, heard the bathroom door push open. The sound of shoes on tile and a faint shifting of cloth could be heard, before a much louder voice broke through. He listened to someone speak in a rather authoritative tone to the unknown. Because, surely, the speaker didn't know Travis was there?

Maybe the words were directed at Travis, and the speaker was entirely aware, though... Travis blinked, reassuring himself mentally that, no, he'd definitely not been the one addressed. Well, hopefully? Ah, Christ.

Keeping silent was a challenge now, as the guy mentioned his dad. Travis managed to exhale the sigh of relief through his nose. He struggled and held out just long enough for his company to exit, and then it plopped, and he stared blankly at the white stall door inches away from his knees. Red color quickly splashed into his cheeks again, and he prayed to whichever god or goddesses just saved his ass from an awkward and embarrassing situation. From there he finished his business and hurried out the door. In the corridor stood a rather petite boy looking off somewhere irrelevant. Based on the length of the hall, Travis made a guess that this kid had been Travis' bathroom company.

Poor child might not have any clue why, but Travis was bitter. Without meaning to Travis took to glowering down at the boy, hands balling into fists. What the hell was the kid doing in there anyway? He looked 12. Was he a freshman's little sibling helping them move in? But then what in the world was that dad shit all about? I'm gonna end up stuck with a bunch of freaks this year, Travis thought. His fists jammed into the pockets of his sweatpants, and he took to propping against a wall. "Freshman, what the hell."

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Dei-Loki took pause upon the gained feel of prying eyes, though clearly thankful over the belief he wasn't listened to within the bathroom, even if that belief was not true. While flexing his fingers in his gloves, the wolfish male turned his attention towards the voice. And, with only one immediate response coming to mind and no current filter to suppress it, he'd speak. "Problem?"

Sprios

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Nellie: I checked the list of rooms and roommates for where my host, and by extension I, was assigned. I shared a room with two boys. Anybody else in my situation may be afraid, but I had quite the wrath. No one would dare cross me if word got out what I could do.

 

[Sprios]

Travis!
Travis nearly bit his tongue in seething rage. Problem? Problem? "Oh yeah, I got a problem, you nutcase. Look, the next time you wanna give a monologue on your big bad ol' dad and personality disorder, or whatever, consider doing it in the privacy of your dorm. Some people actually use the bathroom to go to the bathroom and my asshole just about shriveled up at your grammy nomination speech." God, freshman were such inconsiderate twits. The first week of freshman flood, before the seniors slapped them down into place, was always the worst. "Go move in to your dorm or do something productive. And if I ever catch you in the bathroom while I'm there again, your gonna be licking my shit off the toilet bowl."

Spencer!
Francis kept his answer short and sweet once more, making Spencer sigh. A mental hospital? Unexplained magic? How adorably naive. "Are you really even a villain?" She mused out loud to him, before removing the tray from her lap. Behind her head she interlocked her fingers, stretching out to lay in the grass and watch the clouds roll by. "Explainable magic is called Science, man." She plucked a grass blade and held it up high, watching it glow purple and then transform into a dart. "The fun of magic and ghosts is not knowing how it works, or even if it's real. That's how it ties into things like philosophy and folk lore. Since nobody can prove anything about it, everyone has different ideas based on their experiences with it." She rolled onto her side and propped up her head with one arm to watch Francis intently. "So, I ask again--Or, no, okay, I'll switch my question up a bit. Hood, what is it, exactly, that you believe about ghosts?"

ooc// happy fourth y'all. im headed into the city to celebrate with some friends, so assume I won't be posting any more today! Maaaybe on my phone I can churn out some replies but no promises~

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Francis: I thought for a another minute, doing my best to sum it up (and ignore that she put my villainy into question, a dangerous thing for me!) Whether I did a good job though.... I think I do believe in them, but I don't know what to believe about them. They are, after all, mysterious. Are they good, are they bad.... What even are they? If we can assume the paranormal activity is caused by spirits, then it would depend on who they were in life, don't you think?

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Dei-Loki slowly quirked a brow, a single knuckle being cracked by his thumb one. finger. at a. time. And, cracking his neck next, the wolfish male laughed to hold back what he was truly going to say. "Ahah... right. Sorry to scare the fuck outta ya. I'll kick each of the stall doors open to make sure I'm alone next time." Even when he filtered himself, that was what came out of the Irish accented male's mouth? Perhaps he truly was giving into his Corruption by the hour.