Fantasy Academy Of The Forest(OPEN&ACCEPTING)

[Galaxy Bear]

Nerrezza(1st year-Vampire): She was surprised when Nimbus shows such affection to her and rubs his body against her legs. It was so unexpected that she had to keep her balance. She swore this big cat was about to bite her. Nerrezza could feel Erebus physically relaxing, knowing too well he would have attacked the tiger if the tiger attacked her first. Nerrezza watches him trot around and tries to get a hold of Nimbus. Finally Nimbus stopped and that's when Nerrezza took her action. Slowly, she bends back down and pets Nimbus, giving him long full strokes, to the top of his head to the tip of his tail. She wanted to fell all of the tiger, glad that his pelt was so soft. Nerrezza feels a cold nose press against her neck and she looks over to Erebus, who was seemingly jealous that she was giving the tiger pets and not him. Nerrezza sighs, she petting Erebus with the hand she was just petting Nimbus, and uses her other hand to pet Nimbus some more. "I hope this means you've got Enzo somehow," she mutters to the big tiger. She looks around, and sees him emerging from the side of the building. She waits for him to come up to her before saying anything else. HoneyAsylum

 

[TheDragoon]

Lucille blushed at his amazed look. He seemed to adore her at that moment and she could hardly deal with that. She made the scythe fade and sat down next to him again. "Well, sure, i´ll play for you once we find time... My music is the only part im not shy about." Then, she sighed, leaning her head on Gren´s shoulder. "I wish i could like... play in a real band. I usually summon undead that take care of the other instruments, but... real band mates would be so cool..." She didnt realize what he was doing, as she fantazized about one of her biggest dreams. A band.

Gren Hastings

Gren was starting to panic. 'Too fast too fast too fast too fast!' He repeated over and over in his head but he didn't stop her despite this because he didn't want to flat out reject her. It actually felt kind of nice, he was even tempted to hold her but he didn't. His heart was beating a little rapidly, starting to sweat a bit from nervousness. "Um um um um um-" He didn't know what else to say at that given moment as he kinda broke away from his real self and just unable to stop his body from undergoing total lockdown. He mustered up the rest of his minimal courage and said rather quickly, "I-I think that's a good dream. Playing in a band s-s-sounds fun." He said, mentally face palming because he felt like a total screw up right now. He was really having a hard time coping with having so much attention today.​

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Lucille realized his voice was shaken. She turned her head, looked down to his shoulder and waited for a moment to take in the situation. Then, her face grew more and more red and her eyes bigger and bigger, as she rapidly backed off. "Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!", she repeated, over and over apologizing. It seemed her vocabulary pool was limited to that word in all different ways of being stuttered out embarrassedly, because even though her voice got lower and lower, only a whisper soon, she kept repeating it, as if in a kind of verbal spasm. She didnt even seem to talk to him anymore, or even realize where she was, her eyes were closed, her face red, her body huddled together. "sorry... sorry... sorry...", she kept muttering.

 

[appletree]

Motheal Starbrew
uknown species-19-male

motheal looked up from his journal seeing belial raising a brow of curiosity. motheal stood up slowly as the spirits started to vanish except for nexus who remained hovering above. "hello there. who might you be?" he asked as he approach standing in front of him. he was 5 foot zero with soft blonde hair and lavender eyes. he was dressed a bit feminine for a guy but it seemed he knew what he was doing far as fashion went as his style was very beautiful,somewhat elegant artsy. he wore a dark top,shorts and lace stockings as well lace gloves all with roses embroidered into the lace and a choker that had a white diamond rose in the center as well as boots. his nails were painted black and his make up was somewhat dark colored but light not heavy but well done on his soft pale skin. motheal leaned over before sitting down in belial's lap. "i'm motheal." he said simply

Belial's gaze flickered to the spirit fluttering among the rafters and went back to the elegant young man in front of him. This was someone who knew about the supernatural. Saved him the trouble of explaining himself.

"It's Belial. No nicks." he replied, eyeing Motheal. "Wow. Nice threads." Belial smiled and extended a hand in greeting. "Nice to meet ya! Do you want a cigar?"
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N Nonexisting

 

[TheDragoon]

Lucille realized his voice was shaken. She turned her head, looked down to his shoulder and waited for a moment to take in the situation. Then, her face grew more and more red and her eyes bigger and bigger, as she rapidly backed off. "Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!", she repeated, over and over apologizing. It seemed her vocabulary pool was limited to that word in all different ways of being stuttered out embarrassedly, because even though her voice got lower and lower, only a whisper soon, she kept repeating it, as if in a kind of verbal spasm. She didnt even seem to talk to him anymore, or even realize where she was, her eyes were closed, her face red, her body huddled together. "sorry... sorry... sorry...", she kept muttering.

Gren Hastings

Gren looked at her, a little worried after her panic. He didn't mean to scare her off or anything. In fact, he had enjoyed the feeling a little. He thought... She was super duper cute. He blushed softly and then put a hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek softly before pulling back to look away shyly and laugh nervously. "Sorry er... It was just cute how you did that unintentionally and then get all shy afterwards so... Eheheh... I thought you we're really cute for a second so uh... Sorry." He apologized... Then he started mentally punching himself. Why the heck did he do that so instinctively?! He knew better than to try those kinds of things! He might have already blew it! It was like the upright version of himself was whipping his real self while he apologized to himself repeated in his mind. He felt stupid for rushing things.​

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Gren Hastings

Gren looked at her, a little worried after her panic. He didn't mean to scare her off or anything. In fact, he had enjoyed the feeling a little. He thought... She was super duper cute. He blushed softly and then put a hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek softly before pulling back to look away shyly and laugh nervously. "Sorry er... It was just cute how you did that unintentionally and then get all shy afterwards so... Eheheh... I thought you we're really cute for a second so uh... Sorry." He apologized... Then he started mentally punching himself. Why the heck did he do that so instinctively?! He knew better than to try those kinds of things! He might have already blew it! It was like the upright version of himself was whipping his real self while he apologized to himself repeated in his mind. He felt stupid for rushing things.​

Lucille stopped. In an instant. She felt him... kiss her cheek? Did he really just kiss her cheek? She started getting even more nervous. She shook her head as he apologized. "I-I-It´s fi-fin-fine! I m-mean... I... I did... I didn´t m-mind it!" She almost choked on every word. She really wished she could faint. "Y-You´re cuter than me though!", she said and then started to play around with her ribbon. And playing around here meant almost ripping it apart from nervousness.

 

[appletree]

TheDragoon The Fluffiest Floof

Belial looked over and smirked. "Keep going!" he mouthed encouragingly. "You're doing great!"

 

[TheDragoon]

Lucille stopped. In an instant. She felt him... kiss her cheek? Did he really just kiss her cheek? She started getting even more nervous. She shook her head as he apologized. "I-I-It´s fi-fin-fine! I m-mean... I... I did... I didn´t m-mind it!" She almost choked on every word. She really wished she could faint. "Y-You´re cuter than me though!", she said and then started to play around with her ribbon. And playing around here meant almost ripping it apart from nervousness.

Gren Hastings

Gren realized he was really screwing this up because she was even more nervous than before, but at least she didn't hate him. He seemed a little anxious now, feeling rather uncomfortable with his given situation. "I-I-I'm not cute!" He retorted, kinda being so embarrassed he yelped a little, trying to sound angry but it coming out more like a puppy would sound to a full matured dog. Even when he was mad he still looked so gentle he wouldn't hurt a fly. "I er um... J-Just happen to look appealing to you I guess... That's all." He whimpered. He was firm to his belief of being humble so it often led to him just piling negative things on top of him even when he didn't necessarily need to put anything negative upon himself. It was one of his flaws that he couldn't quite fix since whenever he put his mind to something he saw it through. He didn't notice Belial, sadly. His perception was all out of whack after doing something so crazy.​

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Gren Hastings

Gren realized he was really screwing this up because she was even more nervous than before, but at least she didn't hate him. He seemed a little anxious now, feeling rather uncomfortable with his given situation. "I-I-I'm not cute!" He retorted, kinda being so embarrassed he yelped a little, trying to sound angry but it coming out more like a puppy would sound to a full matured dog. Even when he was mad he still looked so gentle he wouldn't hurt a fly. "I er um... J-Just happen to look appealing to you I guess... That's all." He whimpered. He was firm to his belief of being humble so it often led to him just piling negative things on top of him even when he didn't necessarily need to put anything negative upon himself. It was one of his flaws that he couldn't quite fix since whenever he put his mind to something he saw it through. He didn't notice Belial, sadly. His perception was all out of whack after doing something so crazy.​

Lucille couldnt help but giggle. Her nervousness lightened. "You happen to look appealing to me? Oh indeed, good sir, your facial features, just as all of the rest of your impressive appearance delight me to the fullest. You are, in fact, one of the few males i have met in my life that i would really call handsome.", she replied, trying to use as fancy language as she could. The way he expressed himself before really had lightened her mood.

 

[TheDragoon]

Lucille couldnt help but giggle. Her nervousness lightened. "You happen to look appealing to me? Oh indeed, good sir, your facial features, just as all of the rest of your impressive appearance delight me to the fullest. You are, in fact, one of the few males i have met in my life that i would really call handsome.", she replied, trying to use as fancy language as she could. The way he expressed himself before really had lightened her mood.

Gren Hastings

Gren pouted gently now. It seemed his words weren't getting through to her. He didn't really like being called handsome or cute since it made his face red making him look like a red tomato with white instead of green on top. He decided to fight back. "Well, I'm not beautiful that's for sure, like you." He said before he turned beat red, quickly going back into panic mode and he quickly tried to change what he said. "I-I-I m-mean this school is beautiful! Yea... The school." He was now mentally kicking himself in the shins, really hating how his emotions were conflicting with his mind. You could tell by now he was probably dealing with some inner turmoil right now.​

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Gren Hastings

Gren pouted gently now. It seemed his words weren't getting through to her. He didn't really like being called handsome or cute since it made his face red making him look like a red tomato with white instead of green on top. He decided to fight back. "Well, I'm not beautiful that's for sure, like you." He said before he turned beat red, quickly going back into panic mode and he quickly tried to change what he said. "I-I-I m-mean this school is beautiful! Yea... The school." He was now mentally kicking himself in the shins, really hating how his emotions were conflicting with his mind. You could tell by now he was probably dealing with some inner turmoil right now.​

Lucille shook her head at his compliment, but he soon changed it up. Lucille felt like this was only gonna be awkward for the both. So she decided to simply take the last thing he said. "Yea, the school grounds is really nice, the building is wonderful. I can show you around later..." then she shook her head. "... is what i would say if i wasnt me, getting lost... every five minutes at least?"


Chouette entered the auditorium. Five owls were with her, as she sat in the very back. One of them flew up to carry a pot of tea. Another one set a cup into Chouette´s hand, while the first, with the help of a third, poured some tea in. Chouette chuckled. "Thank you Rahim, thank you Orwill, of course, thank you too, Wilburr.", she told them, all of them giving what sounded like a purr. The information broker of the school took a sip, as she watched the hall.
(open for interaction)

 

[Tetro]

Sewell stepped nervously forward with both hands on the straps of his bag. He looked back to see his uncle simply wave before pushing him all the way through the tear and closing it. Sewell landed on the ground with a thud, coughing as he stood and brushed the dirt off his clothes. He looked at the academy with curiosity before making his way to it. "Something about an auditorium I think?" Sewell recalled to himself. Within moments he was happily walking into the academy and straight to the auditorium, making sure to avoid lingering in certain areas in case someone tried to talk to him. He wasn't ready for interaction just yet. First he wanted to get a feel for his new environment.

Upon entering Sewell noticed many things, but ignored all details of both the people and building upon seeing an owl girl. His eyes widened slightly as he committed the mysterious girl to memory. Fueled with interest he made his way to her as quietly as he could, not wanting to attract undo attention. Sewell stopped once he was close enough to her for introductions but not so close as to intrude, "I like your cloak. What's your name?" He asked with curiosity in his voice.
The Fluffiest Floof

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Sewell stepped nervously forward with both hands on the straps of his bag. He looked back to see his uncle simply wave before pushing him all the way through the tear and closing it. Sewell landed on the ground with a thud, coughing as he stood and brushed the dirt off his clothes. He looked at the academy with curiosity before making his way to it. "Something about an auditorium I think?" Sewell recalled to himself. Within moments he was happily walking into the academy and straight to the auditorium, making sure to avoid lingering in certain areas in case someone tried to talk to him. He wasn't ready for interaction just yet. First he wanted to get a feel for his new environment.

Upon entering Sewell noticed many things, but ignored all details of both the people and building upon seeing an owl girl. His eyes widened slightly as he committed the mysterious girl to memory. Fueled with interest he made his way to her as quietly as he could, not wanting to attract undo attention. Sewell stopped once he was close enough to her for introductions but not so close as to intrude, "I like your cloak. What's your name?" He asked with curiosity in his voice.
The Fluffiest Floof

Chouette was sipping her tea, when a person came up to her. DId they need something? The face did not seem familiar. A first year, then. She would not have forgotten a face. She never forgot. The mysterious stranger asked for her name, after a compliment for her cloak. People oftenly struggled to keep apart her cloak and her wings, because there was no visual end of the cloak. The wings seemed to be part of it. You could only tell once she started to fly, that it wasn´t.

"My name? Oh, that is one of the informations you may get for free, mostly though because that is something everyone can tell you. I am Chouette." The name already sounded like an owl´s call. "Most people here call me owlgirl though. You may call me any of the two, i don´t mind." Then, she sipped her tea again. "You will quickly learn that i am an institution in this school. If you need to know something, need information on somebody or something that happens in this school, i am the one to ask. I see EVERYTHING that happens here. How, that´s my little secret." She chuckled. "Of course, my service isn´t free. I don´t have set prices, though, if you need something, you will tell me what you give me in exchange and i´ll see if that´s worth my effort. It mustn´t be money, anything goes... as long as i want it to." she chuckled again.

 

[Nonexisting]

Belial's gaze flickered to the spirit fluttering among the rafters and went back to the elegant young man in front of him. This was someone who knew about the supernatural. Saved him the trouble of explaining himself.

"It's Belial. No nicks." he replied, eyeing Motheal with . "Wow. Nice threads." Belial smiled and extended a hand in greeting. "Nice to meet ya! Do you want a cigar?"
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N Nonexisting

Motheal starbrew

"nice try." he whispered with a slight smirk at the compliment and how awful it was. it was amusing. motheal was sitting on belial's lap now with his legs crossed. being small and girly helped. "hmm,no thankyou...maybe later,the smoke might bother someone don't you think?" he answered drawing a finger under belial's chin as his lavender eyes glowed a little tilting his head. "i'm much more interested you,hmm....i haven't seen you around so i'm guessing you're new? refreshing.."

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R RadZombie


Eris Jones

eris exhaled softly calming herself as it scared her a bit when they picked up speed like that. "i-it's o-ok, at least y-you l-listened to m-me.." she answered as she was clinging to dameor's thumb for dear life. her eyes moved over to galtheus and she nodded. "yes,thank you!"

"Oh, sorry," Galtheus said as he came to a halt, "We're not used to having passengers."

The brothers doubled back, so that they could grab Eris's backpack and wheelchair.
The items were very small and delicate to such massive hands.

"Is there anything else you need before we go?"

N Nonexisting

 

[Tetro]

Sewell listened to Chouette's words before thinking, "Hmm, well it's nice to meet you Chouette. My name is Sewell. The first part you get for free, because the second bit is something no one can tell you." He cracked a tiny playful smile. "If you ask nicely though, I may tell you." He gently poked her shoulder, nudging her innocently as if making an enticing offer. "I though, don't believe in buying, merely trading. A secret for a secret, or a favor for a favor it shall be for you." He reached into his bag before pulling out a thick old looking tome, "This book was a gift from my uncle, when it comes to information he is just like you, but he's kind of obsessive. You just speak a few words or sing a certain tune in a room and the pages will tell you every word and action said and done in that room for 24 hours. The book doesn't run out of pages, but the information fades from the pages after another day." He explained in a hushed tone. "It was meant for keeping track of multiple experiments and spells at once to help me with my studies, but I'm sure it can be used for other things. You can't be everywhere at once, even with so many owls, but some pages could fix that. Interested in doing business?" Sewell wiggled the book gently in front of her, hoping she would agree. He saw this mostly as an opportunity to get close to her, seeing as how she was as mysterious as the only person left in his life which made him want to make friends with the owl girl.
The Fluffiest Floof

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Sewell listened to Chouette's words before thinking, "Hmm, well it's nice to meet you Chouette. My name is Sewell. The first part you get for free, because the second bit is something no one can tell you." He cracked a tiny playful smile. "If you ask nicely though, I may tell you." He gently poked her shoulder, nudging her innocently as if making an enticing offer. "I though, don't believe in buying, merely trading. A secret for a secret, or a favor for a favor it shall be for you." He reached into his bag before pulling out a thick old looking tome, "This book was a gift from my uncle, when it comes to information he is just like you, but he's kind of obsessive. You just speak a few words or sing a certain tune in a room and the pages will tell you every word and action said and done in that room for 24 hours. The book doesn't run out of pages, but the information fades from the pages after another day." He explained in a hushed tone. "It was meant for keeping track of multiple experiments and spells at once to help me with my studies, but I'm sure it can be used for other things. You can't be everywhere at once, even with so many owls, but some pages could fix that. Interested in doing business?" Sewell wiggled the book gently in front of her, hoping she would agree. He saw this mostly as an opportunity to get close to her, seeing as how she was as mysterious as the only person left in his life which made him want to make friends with the owl girl.
The Fluffiest Floof

Chouette listened. Once he started talking about the book, yellow eyes, owl eyes, showed under her hood, curiously inspecting the offered good. She tilted her head to the side, obviously interested. "I see...", she said, chuckling. "And what would you possinly want for that very unique... booklet?" She tilted her head to the other side. "It sounds very interesting, really... but i will need to see if you know how to trade well... i will see if you ask for too much... or too little..." She chuckled again. She didn´t show it, but she really wanted that book. It was so valuable, specially if you never forget. It didn´t matter that the pages would fade. Once she had read them, they would stay in her mind forever.

 

[MementoDei]

Aeri finally felt the charming aura that Lucretia emitted fade away as the angel seemed to dwell in gloom. It was then that Aeri realized how disgustingly innocent she thought the angel was. Even the succubus, her half-sister was way too weak to correct her own sister. The way they cared for one another was unbearable to watch. She frowned and sighed, reminding herself that those two were no enemies and no problem to deal with, but not in this context. As tempting as burning this old wooden and stone structure to the ground, along with Lucretia's white wings was, it would put her in a dangerous position and the headmaster would reconsider her acceptance. Well, she would have to learn how to deal discreetly with those people in a different way from what she had been accustomed to. Fire and threats would get worse methods to have peace among others. It made her remember what her mother used to tell her after she had been angered by something; violence wasn't always the best solution. It had taken her almost half a century to understand it completely. She yawned and wondered why this reunion was taking so long to begin. Usually humans were on time, but she didn't know too much about dragons. Maybe they were more laid-back, because they lived longer lives. Or maybe it wasn't time yet.

Mane (mentioned)

 

[TheDragoon]

Lucille shook her head at his compliment, but he soon changed it up. Lucille felt like this was only gonna be awkward for the both. So she decided to simply take the last thing he said. "Yea, the school grounds is really nice, the building is wonderful. I can show you around later..." then she shook her head. "... is what i would say if i wasnt me, getting lost... every five minutes at least?"


Chouette entered the auditorium. Five owls were with her, as she sat in the very back. One of them flew up to carry a pot of tea. Another one set a cup into Chouette´s hand, while the first, with the help of a third, poured some tea in. Chouette chuckled. "Thank you Rahim, thank you Orwill, of course, thank you too, Wilburr.", she told them, all of them giving what sounded like a purr. The information broker of the school took a sip, as she watched the hall.
(open for interaction)

Gren Hastings

Gren chuckled and decided to fire back again, not wanting to lose. "Well would that be so bad? I wouldn't mind being lost with you." He said, lightly putting his hand on hers. Hah! Beat that! He thought triumphantly but was super red faced so you could tell he was struggling at this point. He also hoped she wasn't taking it too seriously, he didn't think it was a good idea to rush things without getting to know a person better first. He figured he probably still didn't know a lot about her, like her favorite color, food... when was her birthday... He at least wanted to send a signal to her that he was interested though.​

 

[Tetro]

Chouette listened. Once he started talking about the book, yellow eyes, owl eyes, showed under her hood, curiously inspecting the offered good. She tilted her head to the side, obviously interested. "I see...", she said, chuckling. "And what would you possinly want for that very unique... booklet?" She tilted her head to the other side. "It sounds very interesting, really... but i will need to see if you know how to trade well... i will see if you ask for too much... or too little..." She chuckled again. She didn´t show it, but she really wanted that book. It was so valuable, specially if you never forget. It didn´t matter that the pages would fade. Once she had read them, they would stay in her mind forever.

Sewell giggled, opening up the book and tearing out a clean page. "The book itself is worth more than any favor I could ask of you. But the pages are valuable enough to barter with without being too valuable. One page for three favors, a piece of information, and a kiss to make our verbal contract binding, each deal we make. Sound good?" Sewell continued smiling. Despite his innocent looks, he was experienced with deal making and bartering. "I am a witch after all, so I have to make sure my deals with people are square. You can appreciate the value information has." He waited for her response. "You have lovely eyes by the way."

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Gren Hastings

Gren chuckled and decided to fire back again, not wanting to lose. "Well would that be so bad? I wouldn't mind being lost with you." He said, lightly putting his hand on hers. Hah! Beat that! He thought triumphantly but was super red faced so you could tell he was struggling at this point. He also hoped she wasn't taking it too seriously, he didn't think it was a good idea to rush things without getting to know a person better first. He figured he probably still didn't know a lot about her, like her favorite color, food... when was her birthday... He at least wanted to send a signal to her that he was interested though.

Lucille blushed at his comment. How was he managing to be so shy the one moment, but then said things like this the next? Then she understood. He was playing. Of course, she thought, but that's a game for too. She smiled at him innocently. "If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you are flirting with me... Because... Why would you want to be alone and lost with..." Then, with her free hand, she pulled the Hood up. Her face disappeared, her clothes turned even more ragged, as if she had just crawled out of a grave. Her hands and wrists suddenly turned skeletal. Her deaths touch however didn't activate, she did not want him to die. The now skeletal hand quickly grabbed his, as with a much deeper voice than normal, she grumbled: "...death..." Then, a deep laughter could be heard. Shaking with how much she laughed, she pulled the Hood down, returning to normal. "You should've seen your face... So cute..."

Sewell giggled, opening up the book and tearing out a clean page. "The book itself is worth more than any favor I could ask of you. But the pages are valuable enough to barter with without being too valuable. One page for three favors, a piece of information, and a kiss to make our verbal contract binding, each deal we make. Sound good?" Sewell continued smiling. Despite his innocent looks, he was experienced with deal making and bartering. "I am a witch after all, so I have to make sure my deals with people are square. You can appreciate the value information has." He waited for her response. "You have lovely eyes by the way."

Chouette listened to him. He was not dumb, she had to give him that. He very well knew of the value, he very well knew of what he could ask for and he knew it would be dumb not to slightly step over what would be a good deal. "Two favors. Also, you will of course explain in every detail how the pages are used and what needs to be kept in mind when doing so." She ignored the compliment, as her eyes disappeared under the Hood again. "Bold, very bold, to ask for a kiss to seal the deal. But I respect bold bargaining. Accept my edited conditions and we have a deal for the first empty page of that book you offer. Every next page will need a own deal." She chuckled. "Rahim, Orwill, Wilburr, why don't you get our friend Sewell a tea." The owls croaked and started to do the same for the witch, what they did for Chouette shortly before. Unless, of course, he denied the tea.

 

[TheDragoon]

Lucille blushed at his comment. How was he managing to be so shy the one moment, but then said things like this the next? Then she understood. He was playing. Of course, she thought, but that's a game for too. She smiled at him innocently. "If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you are flirting with me... Because... Why would you want to be alone and lost with..." Then, with her free hand, she pulled the Hood up. Her face disappeared, her clothes turned even more ragged, as if she had just crawled out of a grave. Her hands and wrists suddenly turned skeletal. Her deaths touch however didn't activate, she did not want him to die. The now skeletal hand quickly grabbed his, as with a much deeper voice than normal, she grumbled: "...death..." Then, a deep laughter could be heard. Shaking with how much she laughed, she pulled the Hood down, returning to normal. "You should've seen your face... So cute..."

Chouette listened to him. He was not dumb, she had to give him that. He very well knew of the value, he very well knew of what he could ask for and he knew it would be dumb not to slightly step over what would be a good deal. "Two favors. Also, you will of course explain in every detail how the pages are used and what needs to be kept in mind when doing so." She ignored the compliment, as her eyes disappeared under the Hood again. "Bold, very bold, to ask for a kiss to seal the deal. But I respect bold bargaining. Accept my edited conditions and we have a deal for the first empty page of that book you offer. Every next page will need a own deal." She chuckled. "Rahim, Orwill, Wilburr, why don't you get our friend Sewell a tea." The owls croaked and started to do the same for the witch, what they did for Chouette shortly before. Unless, of course, he denied the tea.

Gren Hastings

Gren's face turned into one of fear as his body felt like it went stone cold for a second. It had freaked him out to see his friend suddenly change into a skeleton. Was he gonna have to get used to this? He guessed so. He blushed heavily when he realized she was joking too and pouted, frowning knowing he'd lost. There was no way he was going to joke with her anymore. A part of him still genuinely meant that though. "U-U-Uh... Sorry..." He whimpered.​

 

[Tetro]

Lucille blushed at his comment. How was he managing to be so shy the one moment, but then said things like this the next? Then she understood. He was playing. Of course, she thought, but that's a game for too. She smiled at him innocently. "If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you are flirting with me... Because... Why would you want to be alone and lost with..." Then, with her free hand, she pulled the Hood up. Her face disappeared, her clothes turned even more ragged, as if she had just crawled out of a grave. Her hands and wrists suddenly turned skeletal. Her deaths touch however didn't activate, she did not want him to die. The now skeletal hand quickly grabbed his, as with a much deeper voice than normal, she grumbled: "...death..." Then, a deep laughter could be heard. Shaking with how much she laughed, she pulled the Hood down, returning to normal. "You should've seen your face... So cute..."

Chouette listened to him. He was not dumb, she had to give him that. He very well knew of the value, he very well knew of what he could ask for and he knew it would be dumb not to slightly step over what would be a good deal. "Two favors. Also, you will of course explain in every detail how the pages are used and what needs to be kept in mind when doing so." She ignored the compliment, as her eyes disappeared under the Hood again. "Bold, very bold, to ask for a kiss to seal the deal. But I respect bold bargaining. Accept my edited conditions and we have a deal for the first empty page of that book you offer. Every next page will need a own deal." She chuckled. "Rahim, Orwill, Wilburr, why don't you get our friend Sewell a tea." The owls croaked and started to do the same for the witch, what they did for Chouette shortly before. Unless, of course, he denied the tea.

"The pages are capable of more than I've revealed. Information for information, every sliver counts. You know that." He giggled as he pointed out, accepting the tea. "With each page and piece of information regarding them, the cost will increase. I accept your terms." He drank his tea in one drink, giving his empty cup to an owl. "I have enough information to keep you satisfied for lifetimes, and many books and tools just as valuable in obtaining information. But for now, the single page." He handed the page to her before holding out his hand for her to take, "And not just a simple peck," He smiled at his little joke, "It has to be on the lips. If it is done half heartedly the deal is void." He explained. Sewell waited for Chouette to take his hand so they could kiss. Sewell planned to use ritual magic to keep the deal unbreakable, and use his charm ability to make his new acquaintance a little more warmed up to him just long enough so making her his friend wouldn't be so difficult. "Two birds with one stone, or six birds with one kiss." He thought to himself, giggling internally.

 

[appletree]

Belial arched one eyebrow. He hadn't been so openly approached for a long time. He was a little suspicious- this guy must want something from him.

"Motheal?" he said.

N Nonexisting

 

[Jmanlittleman]

Bartholomew (Bart) Hunter (Hunt)
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You all don't seem to and have not seemed to notice until now a small slightly invisible looking pocket gnome who seems to have been there the whole time in class (always sitting at a cleared spot on the teachers desk inexplicably cleared off) now in the auditorium sitting in a seat labeled "reserved for a named individual" that no one has been sitting in the seat, his invisibility seems to be fading without him knowing he is listening intently on what is being said and taking notes.

"Well this next lesson in herbology is going to be Fu-un...provided the private lessons don't stop and I can concentrate on my invisibility and...um..." he stammered and squeaked in a panicked tone and said " oh no...now the agreement is void...! Son of a birch... mother flower..." he trailed off in different gnomish swears not even realizing he was disturbing the rest of the class...

 

[Jmanlittleman]

Bartholomew (Bart) Hunter (Hunt)​

"Bart Hunt" as he is known to his friends though few and far in between had a little to very known rhyme about his history:
There once was a man from Peru
Who needed to fix an old shoe
He hired a gnome
Who went into his home
And got chased by a mouse and got slew
If you ever heard of the Peruvian Warerat that only effects smaller magical creatures you are smart, that's because pocket gnomes are native to Europe and America but only northern America so he only just became famous because gnomes don't travel there (south America) because of that fact he was stupid for going on a dare to fix a man from that areas shoes. He quit that job and has since been at this school, swearing never again to be dumb and get "slew" (which he did survive but not in the rhyme)