Recent content by hexaphenylbenzene

I'd like to join if you're still accepting people. 

(ooc: sorry for being so inactive, fencing tournaments are an ordeal) Lan bumped his shoulder up against Tristan's again, looking up and sensing a bit of fear in the golden-brown eyes. "It'll be fine, I'm sure. It's like in an RPG, right? They've always got the generic spider mobs, and then...

"Sounds like an incredibly caring and compassionate leader." Lan muttered, crossing his arms and tugging his bottom lip into his mouth. He watched with careful, pensive eyes as the panels in the walls shifted, and he vaguely wondered in some off-topic part of his brain how all of this shit was...

Watching with fret as Tristan fought to remove himself from the sticky entrapments, Lan preemptively held the relic gently in his hand. When Tristan gave the signal (and the words of encouragement which definitely didn't make him feel the tiniest bit stronger) he reached forward and carefully...

Lan cursed his blood vessels as he felt his face heat up at the complement, smiling to himself and reaching down to run the pad of his finger over the ornament. Just as he was about to open his mouth to reply, Tristan was sprouting fucking wings. Lan blinked a few times in surprise, though...

Lan panicked for a moment, watching as his club disappeared around the corner. Well. He'd have to figure it out himself, then. He grasped the relic in his right hand again, clenching his fingers around it and squeezing his eyes shut, concentrating as hard as he could on the spot on the other...

Lan jumped slightly when he heard something clatter, turning his head to look over his shoulder at the girl. He stopped and walked backwards, stooping to pick up the cell phone and handing it to her. Once she's taken it, he jogged forwards again, catching up to Tristan and Scarlet. He pulled his...

Lan briefly flicked his eyes over to Tristan as the first spider appeared, knocking his shoulder against Tristan's. When the taller boy looked down, Lan raised his eyebrows in a silent question. 'You okay?' Was the silent query, a sympathetic half-smirk donning his cheeks. He'd offer his hand...

Lan nodded, using the hand that wasn't tucked under his arm to point at Tristan. "Yeah, I was about to say, that seems a bit important? Also, are they life-sized spiders? Because why else would the school be this big?" He added, following after them and walking next to Tristan (or attempting to...

"No, I meant walk around. Practical experience. Think of it like a lab or something." He replied, "You don't have to learn the entire history of somewhere just to visit and walk around. I didn't come for another history class, I came to do something slightly better with my time after school. And...

Lan took a moment to recover from the flash, blinking his eyes and even taking his glasses off to rub at his eyes with the back of his wrist. He watched as that one boy (Tristran? Triscuit? Something.) with the cute haircut and impressive biceps rattled off questions. He really was an...

Lan wasn't entirely sure what was supposed to happen when he slipped the leather cord of the necklace around his neck, but he did feel the smallest bit.. lighter? No, lighter wasn't the right word. At least he didn't feel physically lighter, he just felt a bit different. Without another thought...

Lan put his hands on his hips, and though internally he was definitely panicking, he managed to keep his face awash with calm, pretty-eyed dumbness. "I'm sorry sir, but I really don't know why you'd ask me something like that. I haven't done anything, have I? At least, nothing you can prove." He...

After recovering from his landing in the bushes, Lan shook himself off and jogged around to the front of the building, heading to the right so as not to pass in front of the windows and be spotted. This way, he didn't have to pay for anything and it would be nearly impossible for anyone to track...

Lan rose and quickly walked over to the display, keeping his hands in his pockets and leaning over the artifacts in the same fashion he had the previous day. All of the objects were intriguing, but as everyone started picking them up and examining them, he felt a bit more pressure to just well...