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Fantasy The Bad Guys (Old)

Fayette Solo
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"Well this is school, yes? Big sis isn't stupid she learns. Well are you going to forgot that Big sis breaked rule that she didn't know? I am sure that she would put clock back working and i can put it back to time."
Fayette looked Scratchwick with cute kitty eyes.​
 
Ah Scratchwick is such a hypocrite.
Scratchwick: Well, they do have programs, but I for one am not a favoritist. And I'll tell you what. I will forget it, but I'm not going to meddle if another teacher comes in and gets mad.
 
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Fayette & Hanah Solo
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Fayette put Scratchwick back down and gived clock back to Hanah, who started to put it back together pretty fast.
"May i say mister, that is second clock that Big sis has broked and put back together. Last one was pocket watch."
It did take 5 minutes and clock was back together and working.
"May i ask mister, what is time right now?"
 
Scratchwick: Maybe you'd know if you didn't pick apart the clock. I strode to the next cell over. It's six forty-five.
 
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Fayette out time that Scratchwick said to clock and gived it to Hanah, who put it back to it's place.
"There like how it was."
"Better than what it was, there was lot dust inside of it and it was jammed."
 
Fayette & Hanah Solo

When Scratchwick had left, Fayette and Hanah get to bed, so that Fayette was between wall and Hanah. Both started sleeping pretty fast and hugged each other.
 
[B][SIZE=6]Archie Bailey[/SIZE][/B]
Archie strode through the academy halls with an air of glacial confidence about him, ignoring many of the spats between freshmen and upperclassmen as if they were beneath him. Despite the chaos caused by first day jitters and mistakes, the young adult moved through the crowds fluidly and gracefully, not a single step misused as he seamlessly waltzed through and around physical and verbal conflicts alike. Every step was calculated and executed with extreme precision and any gaze sent his direction On the inside, however, he was having trouble keeping up his facade, the first day jitters not spared on him. He was freaking out, in all honesty, afraid that one wrong move would have the entire school chasing him throughout the halls. If he stepped here, what kind of enemy would he make? If he moved there, would he be making the wrong impression? The possibilities were infinite and the thought of one sent him spiraling down the rabbit hole of madness as he began to contemplate others.

He was slowly losing it. How could it be losing it!? His father would NOT approve of this.


Finally, and gratefully, the boy approached his dorm to find a super pissed ginger being absolutely destroyed in a single dismissive gesture by what looked like a fifteen-year-old with black hair. They'd pulled out their PHONE of all things, basically saying that whatever argument had been going on just wasn't worth their time. Ouch. Archie mentally winced and shook his head. It was a shame. He couldn't tell what he would have done if something like that had been done to him, but he knew that blood would be spilled. He assumed the ginger was no exception to this, and so he hastily made his way past the ginger and black haired teen and into his dorm room, unpacking his things with utmost urgency.

This was the beginning of his new life at Sunbreaker. He would have to get used to it, whether or not he liked it. It was all for a good cause.​
 
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Travis!
The boy before him whipped out his phone, taking a call or a text or something entirely irrelevant in the midst of their conversation. Travis nearly severed his tongue biting back all the anger welling within him. Yet, besides the slight change in his jaw he remained composed and stationary. Surprisingly so. Unnervingly so. Anyone with their wits about them would know this was very, very dangerous. Loki, however, seemed unfazed.

He pressed a tight, little smile as Loki waved and moved beyond him. Then he twisted to face Loki's back, raising his arms and hands out to lock around the boy's head. Before he could manage, however, new students began to skirt around them in an attempt to enter their dorm. Witnesses, shit. He would only need like four whole seconds to clasp one hand over Loki's mouth, another placed on the back of his head and give it a quick twist.

Oh, oh, so badly did Travis want to hear the satisfying crack of the boy's vertebrae as Travis swiveled his head around. To feel under his fingers the bubbling of Loki's throat as blood welled up and his veins tightened. To watch the color drain from his face as the freshman convulsed on the floor. He waited a moment for Loki to pass, his glance flickering at the two students squeezing by him and into the room. One of them had offered a greeting. "Salutations," which was rather odd for a student. Typically the greeting was more along the lines of "yo" or "sup" or "oh god please just take my money and go." Salutations was... kinda weird, if Travis was being honest. Like someone was trying way too hard to blend in and failing miserably at it.

But, at least it was a distraction. Now Loki was out of arm's reach, and even if he weren't, Travis couldn't get away with a clean kill unless he took out the other two kids, who... seemed to be his roommates.

Yeah, that would be bad. Pretty hard to cover that up.

He nodded begrudgingly to Nellie, before ducking into the room himself after Archie and heading to the far side where a hammock dangled from two shoddy posts. He crouched to the safe underneath the hammock, and spun the lock several times before punching his code in. The metal door groaned as several hatches were undone, and when it finally swung open, Travis reached for one of several slips of paper inside. While it would have been difficult to see everything around Travis' crouched body as he shuffled through his stuff, it was possible some of his belongings could be identified. Among such items were cartridges of spare ammo, a variety of automags, some snickers bars and a stack of playboys; all of which he considered highly sacred.

Though his back was turned to Archie and Nellie, he offered them a monotone hello. "Welcome to home base," He began. "If you fuck with my stuff, I'll kill you." As he spoke, he pulled out one of the automags and loaded it, before tucking the weapon into his waistband and obscuring it from view with his jacket. "I don't have a lot of rules but you'd be wise to follow them," Travis continued. "First off, if you see a hanger on the door outside, don't come in unless it's with an entourage of smoking hot babes you're willing to share. Secondly, hide your candy. If it's in plain sight it's going in my stomach."

Travis closed up his vault and spun the lock again, before moving to a mini fridge plugged into the corner of the room and drawing out a bottle of sprite. "Third, throw out your leftovers before they start to stink the place up or I dump it into your bed, got it?" The carbon hissed out from the drink as he cracked it open, taking a swig and propping up against the wall. His eyes rest on Nellie and Archie now, and his face showed no anger. In fact, with Loki gone he appeared much more relaxed. "And that's about it. I'm Travis, by the way. I'm a junior and I run Sunbreaker's Fight Club..."

"You guys look a little scrawny, but we're always open to new members. If you wanna bulk up we meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays at four in the gym. Dunno if you've met him yet but that big brute of a gym teacher, Warmonger, is the overseer of the club. He's dumber than rocks but I've seen him punch a kid through a cement wall... If you wanna learn to defend yourself here, that's the place to do it." Travis opted to withhold the fact that the kid punched through a cement wall was actually him, and that he broke two ribs and needed thirteen stitches in the back of his skull after that particular incident.

Ah, to be a freshman again...

Spencer!
Spencer narrowed her eyes and looked rather critically at Francis, studying his face. School rules? Who gave a shit? Uh, hello, they were villains! It was in their blood to piss on any and all regulations. This was the second time Francis appeared rather... cowardly, in Spencer's perfectly nonprofessional opinion. But, she let it slide. "They won't think we're escaping if we don't get caught, Hood. Did you leave your sense of adventure at home???" When Francis mentioned kids dying, she perked up. "Oh!! Perfect. Hope it was bloody! If the ghosts are unsettled about their deaths they'll probably be more likely to show up and haunt stuff, right?? That settles it!! Sometime before tonight I'll turn this tray into a ouija board and we can bring it with us," Spencer grinned and pat the plastic tray in the grass before lifting it and pulling herself to her feet. Lunch would be ending soon and now they had to prepare for their little excursion. Oh man was she excited! She rocked on her toes and offered a hand to pull Francis to his feet as well. "Yo, we can be like, the Ghost Busters or some shit! Except I don't really want to bust the ghosts... Ghosts are probably really cool. Maybe we can get them on our team and get them to spook the teachers, hah! First thing I'd do is send a poltergeist to my probation officer's house... You think we could put a go-pro on a ghost? I wanna see his face when he gets his soul sucked out! Hm... would that make it a ghost-pro?"

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[ooc// guys i love spencer so much....
 
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Me too. Spencer is the best.
Nellie: Undestood. And I am Nellie. I smiled broadly, not merely at the greeting but at the sense of discord as well. This would be a precarious rooming situation and I wouldn't even have to do any work. Of course, my ability to do anything without the guarantee of the most tedious of retaliation was relatively absent. The prospect of cleaning smelly leftovers made my stomach reel most unlike before I had a stomach. I can only hope inhabiting a host will not effect my in other inconvenient ways, for I still wondered if he would be the type who would just feel miserable anyway or if he was the type to be satisfied or even elated by revenge.
Francis: I could picture a floating, headless specter with a go pro just taped on with duct tape. The prospect of being caught almost completely left me. Man, imagine that! Like, we need to invent that. I can just picture it.
 
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"How could he have possibly have known?" Dei-Loki grumbled to himself while going back to studying the final message on his phone. His body slowly moving through the crowd that granted his precious and encounter a distraction from what only could've been labeled as a mess of red. Not just for his wounds, but for what Dei-Loki could do in return. A shadow demigod with nightmare blood in his veins couldn't allow himself to merely take the impact of the attack without JUST a reflex reaction alone. The mere text may have been what saved himself from the mess, simply because it quickly tore his attention away.

Not a paragraph as to why, or a plead from his father. This was a simple 'don't'. A reaction of which that prompted Dei-Loki, still, to question what else his father could pick up on, even when he isn't around. With ears and eyes around every corner, nothing for his father was truly impossible.

Dei-Loki clicked his tongue, shaking his head before having reentered the dorm he'd been assigned to when his eyes immediately caught sight of Travis, first (since I noticed Dei-Loki was moved to room with you guys the last time I saw the list. Lol.).

"Well, then... guess this year will be interesting."

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Archie BaileyArchie turned to the door, his heightened senses catching the faint creak of the floorboards as someone stopped inside the doorway. It took him a few seconds to register the sound, despite some of the noise of freshmen moving in for the first day and the chaos that ensued being muffled by the thick walls of the dorm. Still, he was certain that if it was a few decibels higher, he wouldn't have noticed at all. The black haired teen blinked several times, wondering if he was just seeing things before he removed a large glass case from a suitcase he'd brought with him with a shake of his head. Suddenly, the year ahead of him seemed rather clear, especially if these rooming arrangments were permanent. Scoffing, Archie removed his signature mask from its protective casing and lightly caressed the edge of it with a finger, causing the purple lightning bolt streaking across its right eye to glow softly. "Don't get any of his blood on my bed," the freshman demanded, his tone blunt and aloof. He felt there was nothing else that needed to be said about the topic, as it was rather obvious who he was talking to and about. Archie replaced his mask in its casing and rested it on the nightstand next to his bed, clearing out anything else on it to make space.​
 
Spencer!
She nodded in agreement and scanned the garden. Then, suddenly, she smacked her tray against the ground. Half a dozen or so surrounding students looked up, puzzled. "Yo, listen up!" A devious grin spread across her face. "I hid $500 bucks on campus for shits and giggles, and stuck some clues and glow sticks into the ground to lead you there. If you find it and can manage to open the case, it's yours!" The crowd murmured amongst themselves in disbelief, so Spencer transmuted her tray into a sheet of glass, smacking it again on the ground so it shattered and rung out. The action shut most of the group up. "$500 bucks. You want it? Then take it. Your only clue is that finding it in the dark will be way simpler."

That should stir up some action. Even if this was a home for villains, it was still high school, and rumors traveled fast. By nightfall dozens of kids would be skulking around looking for this nonexistent chest of money, drawing attention away from Francis and Spencer in the woods, hopefully. She drew herself up and headed back towards the cafeteria, beckoning Francis to follow and leaving her mess of broken shards scattered in the grass and flowers. "Dude, this is gonna be so much fun. Gonna need another tray, though.."

Travis!
Nooooope. As soon as Loki's toes crossed the door frame Travis had one of the automags out. He cocked it with his teeth so as not to have to put down his Sprite, and sprayed the entire magazine towards the entrance with deafening pows that didn't seem to bother him. Whether it hit Loki or not, it should at least keep him from crossing into the dorm. Travis didn't bother to aim terribly well, and some of the bullets clipped the walls themselves and hurdled into adjacent dorms, leaving small tendrils of smoke wafting out of them. His face remained entirely nonchalant. "Back the fuck up, kiddo. This ain't your room." He ignored Archie entirely, who seemed to also think he had some sort of say over his senior. Travis thought the fuck not. Jesus, did nobody understand respect around here?

"Every goddamn year." Travis muttered. It was almost like the staff knew of his murderous tendencies and specifically put the new kids with him. Like they were trying to thin the heard or some shit. Why else would they put ducklings with a fox? What a pain in the ass, man...

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Goldback
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Goldback was collecting students for private lessons, that would start already today, from dorms when she heard gun shooting and headed in room where bullets was shot. She opened door and roared.
"PUT THAT GUN DOWN NOW! OR DO YOU WANT GO TO CELL AT YOUR FIRST NIGHT!"
Goldback is big 7 feet high muscular woman with glowing grey eyes and shaved golden hair. Elder students knew that it was time of month when pissing her off was last thing at list.

 
Dei-Loki, brows raised, immediately rolled back to avoid the constant onslaught of bullets. It wasn't until it ended that he returned to the doorway before digging into his bag and pulling out the dorm assignment sheet. "Yes! Yes it is. Stuffs already in there, see?" He pointed to his suitcase next to the farthest bed. At this point, whether it be bye to the anger, or the excitement of the matter, the wolfish male's eyes instantly gave off an eerie glow. "Now, kindly--"

He'd then flinch from Goldback's shout which he'd been the closest to since, well. He was in the doorway.

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Indeed they are most discordant.
Francis: My grin slowly widened as Spencer made her speech about the alleged five hundred dollars. I admired her craftiness. Now our chances of getting caught were slimmer, and we might even be praised for our cunning, or at least she would be. Yeah. Let's just hope they don't kill the mood for our seance any.
Nellie: My hair might have stood up as I turned from unpacking to witness the fight. This escalated sooner than I'd expected, but aside from the surprise there was no complaint. I just watched, trying not to look like I was savoring it. Then, in came a woman practically barking at the red haired one, humorously startling the one in the doorway.
 
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Travis!
Oh, lovely. Of all the teachers to show up at this point, it was Goldback. Travis rolled his eyes. Couldn't it have been Warmonger? If it was that brutish oaf, Travis could throw a bag of popcorn in the dorm microwave and give him a grand show. He would've loved it. In fact, had the little prick not shown up, Travis would have gotten permission from War to end the little psycho, anyway.

Honestly, even the cat would have been better to show up.

Had Travis any more bullets, he would be shooting through the suitcase, too. But that would require a magazine change, and before he could manage, Goldback would probably have him disarmed. Travis pouted. "Nah, not your room. Sleep outside, or arrange for another. I don't fucking care. But you don't sleep here. And madame," He turned his gaze to the large woman, narrowing his eyes, "Madamoiselle." Ouch. "Freshmen with attitudes need to learn their place." As for putting down one of his guns? Over Travis' dead body. "For what it's worth, I have all my permits to carry weaponry inside and outside of the classroom." Maybe not to use them but... trivial detail, right? "It's not even a full automatic. People have magic powers stronger than this." He spun the gun in his hand, before releasing the empty cartridge. It fell to the floor with a thud and he kicked it under his hammock, and then he returned the unloaded weapon to his waistband.

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Goldback
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"Don't you even think that i don't know that, but you should also remember rules: No sabotage without teachers permission, none teachers has gived that at first day and no damaging school's property, that you did."
Goldback looked to clock, it was getting late and she hadn't picked every of her students yet.
"They will sleep this night here. If i hear that you have made problems, you will be with me at next full moon."
Goldback then leaved to seek last of her students.​
 
Dei-Loki soon stood straight once more, watching Goldback leave as the wolfish demigod perked his ears yet again.

With that clarification simply put by the loud one, Dei-Loki would simply walk to his bed before taking a seat. "I think I might be partially deaf, now." He remarked, sliding his shoes off before he sighed and laid back against the bed with a satisfied smirk.

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Nellie: Indeed, she was very loud. I quickly got to making my bed, as it was indeed getting late and it was to my knowledge that in a body like this, I would need sleep lest I hallucinate.
 

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