Fantasy &nbsp; Lakoria High school

SpiritOwl
Location: The Nurse's Office
Mood: Ultra Proud!

Columbus

Columbus' face brightened as soon as Jay entered the room, as the nurse began to go into the two's past experiences and began introducing his new assistant, Columbus nodded along, "Oh, so this person's your assistant? That's real cool Jay! That means you should both probably know about this then..." Revealing the box of band aids, Columbus put the box down on the desk with a, "Ta-da~!" Before stepping back and crossing his arms as if he was proud for a few seconds before gasping in realization, "OH! You guys can't see what's inside so they just look like normal band aids huh? Sorry about that!"

Picking up the box once more, the zombie dug through the box and put down a few band aids on the table, "There, now it should make sense. I was thinking earlier right, band aids make people feel real good because they always have those little pictures of the things they like on 'em, but I thought what about if someone didn't like something?! Well then they'd be hurt for like, a real long time, and that's not good because that keeps you two locked up in this room all day doing healing stuff! So to solve that problem, I figured if you took band aids with two pictures on 'em and then cut them in half and put them together, well then you'd always be making someone feel good because there's like a 100% chance that the band aid will at least half work because the person will like one of the things! And if the person likes both the things, then it will double work! I think this will change the game..."

Nodding his head in pride, without skipping a beat Columbus pulled Jay into a big hug and then took a step back, "Anyways, I'm real sorry I haven't visited in awhile Jay, but I have a job and stuff to, so sometimes I'm to busy to come over! At least I got to come over and meet your new assistants this time, they were real nice talking to me and stuff before you got here and-Oh wait gosh I'm supposed to tell the story of how we met but like, in detail and stuff! Sorry I almost forgot little fox girl person!' Turning around, Columbus bent down and got to eye level with Kast, "Okay so one day I was turned into like a weird girl but I wasn't turned into a girl because I was actually switching bodies and stuff and Jay switched bodies with a tree and it was weird! We'd met before but we weren't like ultra best friends yet so we asked each other for help and we were like yeah, so I helped Jay stop being a tree and then Jay tied me up to a rod thing and I got hit with lighting and then I was me again and we were like, 'Man let's be totally cool friends' and then we were the end!"

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Azerothii

TheImmortalDeity
Location: The Cool Kids Table
Mood: Flustered

Dibe

Dibe felt her breath hitch as Rosie moved her closer to the others at the table, and while the pink haired girl's first instinct was to run away and hide, after everything she'd done to secure her first friend, the last thing Dibe wanted to do was let down Rosie. Letting go of the other girl's hand to not look like they were weirdos who held hands all the time, Rosie felt herself desperately wanting to be a weirdo who held hands all the time as she listened to how Rosie spoke and how easy the whole socializing thing seemed to come to her.

In fact, it made Dibe want to be involved in the conversastion.

Seeing how well her friend was doing made Dibe want to make Rosie proud, so even though she had spent the first few minutes of the conversation simply nodding along, Dibe felt herself listening for a moment to interject as the boy with the weird sounding voice spoke, 'O-okay DIbe, show Rosie you're worth her friendship by making more friends! Y-yeah, you can do this...j-just gotta get into the conversation and not be rude...okay!"

Listening to Elliot go on, Dibe felt herself grow slightly confused by what the blonde haired kid was saying...did other schools not have showers that were cold and in those cool looking shapes? Did other schools not have a place where kids were real loud all the time and drank? W-was this a weird school?! Did that make her a weird kid?!

It was in that moment that Dibe realized Elliot had asked a question, which was the perfect chance for her to jump in with an answer and a smile seeing as she was a second year student, "Haha, y-yeah the classes here are really weird! L-like we have classes like uh, the next one I have which is a weird subject called history, then we have g-gym and stuff, and it's just so...different...f-from the other...schools....yeah." Losing confidence halfway through as she quickly lost her smile, hoping to everything that the classes she'd listed were actually weird compared to other schools, she really wanted to be relatable to this guy. Clearing her throat as she realized there was a silence, Dibe tried to recover after she so badly stuttered and looked like a loser last time she spoke, "S-so names are a thing that people have! U-unless you don't but um...m-my name is Rosi- I mean Dibe, and she's Rosie, yeah..."

AI10100 · Jul 3, 2018

Erika Dubloit
Interacting with: Nekomancer (

TheImmortalDeity )
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Seeing that the guy was fine, Erika sghed in relief. Though when he started speaking, the relief was immediately replaced with her original feeling of being around him - a little bit irritated but definitely doing her best to hide it. She looked back over to the tentacle person to see that he was being assaulted by another person. Erika knew that there were better things to do than to interfere with that. After all, it wasn't like she could do anything to stop it. If she couldn't stop Nekomancer from going over and doing something stupid to defend a neko, then she most certainly didn't have any confidence in her ability to talk someone down.

She looked back at Nekomancer as he began to chant, the slime that was secreted from the tentacle person's body was taken off of his robes and splatted onto the ground. Ah, of course, that would be a useful spell to have for someone with physical form. Impressive, but a basic spell nonetheless. She then gave him a small shrug when he told her to never speak about this incident ever again. "Consider it gone." It wasn't very interesting anyhow. Aside from him almost dying and another psycho attacking the tentacle guy, there really wasn't much to talk about.

She followed him as far as the History classroom but knew that he didn't want to be seated beside her. And honestly, Erika had had enough of Nekomancer for the day. Perhaps at another time, but right now, maybe staying away from him would be for the best. She'd be able to study in peace. Though, she did spot that he decided to sit down behind a neko. Of course he did. Should she have expected something else? In any case, she decided to seat herself in chair far away from trouble. Hopefully. Goodness she didn't know what she'd be able to learn if trouble started to brew during class hours.

HTCOR · Jul 3, 2018

Arthur Bauer

One could say many things as of the moment. But as soon as Arthur stepped into the courtyard, he would have just said 'Why, oh why, am I back here? Oh right. Because I managed to have my-'

It was a wonderful moment as he exercised a trade- an apple for someone's thermos. It was slippery and sneaky how it was done- as if his hands had numerous times to practice these actions. Or his hands were possessed by a crow spirit so talented in theft that even he didn't notice the swap. Either or.

But by the time he managed to sit nearby the younglings, he was missing his lunch- but he did have around seven other people's lunches strapped to his belt. That, was when he noticed the entire exchanging of goods done by himself.

"Not again...." He'd grumbled, frustrated beyond belief. He did, however, note his arm slipping out of reach to try and grab someone's hair- particularly a crystal girl's hair. A resounding crack echoed out, as he slapped his own hand- and told it off as if it were a naughty child. "Behave. You know not to steal people's stuff like you already have- or 'exchange' them for pebbles." In a normal school, he would have just looked insane. In this school, pretty much the same thing. Especially since he had to slap each hand thrice to ensure the message went through, as they kept reaching out towards the poor crystalline chick.

To the truly observant, they would notice that he was probably just a normal human, probably an athlete. Maybe insane, maybe not. To everyone else, ditto.

Location: The Cafeteria
Mentioned: Nikolas, Elvsia, Dibs on the Ribs (Dibe), Rosie, Elliot
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Azerothii · Jul 3, 2018

The diamond girl would smile softly as she listens to the conversation until her mind wanders off to somewhere else, particularly to larger students such as Nikolas who we're flexing somewhere in the middle of the cafeteria. Come to think of it, Elvisia hasn't touched any flesh yet for hands. She always wanted to explore how they feel like, especially when they're bulky and large (~~muscles~~). It's a weird thought, but then she really just couldn't help herself. It's like an itch that she couldn't scratch. As much as she wants to stand up and interact with a bunch of meatheads for the sake of indulgence, she instead stays on her seat and resorts to staring at Nikolas instead. She couldn't bear to leave her sweet friend alone, plus it would be humiliating if the table new of her weird interests.

That is until she heard a crack, causing her to whip her head towards the sound, thinking that it was her hair that made the sound only to see another male slapping his own hand and reprimand it. That's weird...talking to his own hand? Her wide crystal eyes just stare at him and his hand that tries to touch her. Well, she couldn't blame him, she's basically a walking billion dollar pure gem that could be exchanged for anything. Also because her race is rarely seen as well if people want to hunt for them. Elvisia would blink and tilt her head questionably at his actions. For a weird human, he does have a nice build like Nikolas.....

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GingerBread · Jul 3, 2018

Jonathan

Interacting: Karma
Location: Broom closet
Notes: Jum is not Okay (I promise); The biggest loser boi right now
Wonderful Sweater Jum art done by the amazing Foxu
Stuff: Mika's Sweater
Black wing covers made by his ~~Boy~~Friend, Mika

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Jon relaxed in Mika's arms, leaning more into the witch boy's hug as he spoke."R-Really?" Jon let the question hang in the air for a few moments, before speaking up again. "I mean.. Yeah. Of course I'm the coolest" He gently pushed himself out of Mika's hug, going back to hugging his own knees up against his chest. "There's no one tougher or more cool than me.. It's good that even such a big loser like you knows that" Jon's false bravado sounded even more fake this time, as if he didn't believe it himself; He didn't want Mika to waste his time fussing over him anymore. But, he also was trying to pump himself back up. He pushed himself up, off of the ground as he got up onto his feet. "And I wasn't crying... pfff, no. It was just all the cool-ness leaking out. I'm so cool all the time, that it leaks out sometimes.. yeah"

Even though it was difficult to see in the dark closet, Jon wasn't holding himself the way he normally did; The way he was now holding himself, was less of a prideful stance and more of a defeated one. "A-Anyway.. we should skip breakfast and just go to class.. I wouldn't want to make a lame loser like you late" Jon's thoughts were once again invaded by The Nekomancer. His eyes went wide as the realisation that he might also be in the same class came to him, He started taking long deep breaths again to calm himself down; The idea of having to be in a room with The Nekomancer did not sit well with him. "I-I-I mean.. I-I-m not going to class.. there'll only be L-Lo-Losers there" Jon took a step closer to Mika as he wiped at his eyes with the jumpers long sleeves. He didn't want to end his time with the witch boy so soon, and he was also worried for Karma's safety if The Nekomancer was in their class. "Y-You should come skip class with me.. You might even learn how to be cool... Th-Though you'd never be able to be as cool as me"

TheImmortalDeity · Jul 3, 2018

Kast

A skittish squeak escaped Kast's lips as Jay placed a hand on her shoulder. She had only just finished collecting the paperwork that she had dropped from earlier, holding them close to her chest as she meekly stood back up, looking between the two men. Are they gay or somethin'? she had thought to herself, having seen that the two were rather chummy with one another. Something about the way they peered into each other's eyes was too much for the young kitsune's heart to bear! Before Jay was able to start off the story, Kast wasn't able to help overhear a specific phrase in Jay's explanation that peaked her interests quite a bit.

"A prodigy, huh?" she repeated to herself, an egotistical simper etching along the sides of her lips. Does he really think that?! My family always wanted me ta be a doctah or somethin' real spiffy! Ta think I had it in me, eh? With her newfound label having taken over her thoughts, Kast felt inspired to assist Jay in whatever way she was able, the rush of being wanted washing over her similar to the feeling one got when taking a warm shower after a long day at work. Who would've thought that she was capable of such feats? It was crucial that she didn't disappoint him now, or else his praise was going to be in vain. Returning back to the conversation from earlier, she had only caught a few snippets of their dialogue before the entire conversation was changed drastically to explain why Columbus came to visit in the first place.

Waiting for Columbus to put down the box that he was carrying, Kast blinked a few times when he made the big reveal. This was all. . . rather lackluster in her opinion. It was sweet of the zombie to have thought about the feelings of people that were hurt, but wasn't this all a bit too much of a hassle to put into real practice? From what she could tell, most people weren't going to even notice the look that went with a Band-Aid, but then again, the only injuries she suffered from were having huge holes in her head. She gave him a very thoughtful acknowledgment, rubbing her chin as if she were truly interested in what he was saying. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, after all.

She had to wonder what Jay thought of this. For now, Kast decided to support Columbus' goals and ambitions. Her mother always told her to aid in the ideas of others, unless they were ones that brought harm. Picking up one of the makeshift bandages, she took off the peel and stuck it to her cheek, it gluing itself to her face. "Wow, this 'ere Band-Aids sure are amazin', I'll tell ya that much. Didja see how strong they are?" She emphasized how amazing they were by picking at it, to no avail. "I think ya got yerself a winner with this one. I feel both protected and happy!"

Tapping at her rosy cheeks, Kast listened to Columbus as he explained the story of his friendship with Jay in "detail". To be honest, she was completely lost on him. She kept nodding and saying "mhm" whenever the moment felt right. When he finished, she crossed her arms and turned her head to the both of them individually. Yeah, they're totes gay. Coming to a final conclusion, the fox girl went back to Jay's desk, plopping herself down in his seat. "I didn't have enough time ta apologize, but I accidentally dropped all the papers and they're outta order again. I'll, uh, jus' keep on workin' over 'ere for now. Ya two have fun by yerselves, alright? Don't wanna get in yer way or nothin'," she said, giving them a wink before resuming her job of organizing once more.

"What'cha say, Syke? Wanna go for another round?"

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NyxNightmare · Jul 4, 2018

Asad

Pluto had dumped a ton of supplies into Asad's hands, which he barely had the time to question, before being practically thrust into...well...hell? Needless to say, the Jinn was not expecting such a charming man's greenhouse to emit the screams of the damned. "What the fuck???" His words were hardly audible through the howling wind and vicious rainfall. This certainly surpassed any thunderstorm he had seen before in terms of unpleasantness. It seemed, the man was becoming drenched regardless of the raincoat's protection. This raincoat is as helpful as a condom with a hole in it. Still, he trudged on a little blindly after the gorgon until they had reached their destination.

"Pluto, my man, what's up with the screams? Is this what it's like back at your place??" He had to shout the questions. Asad dropped to the ground, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. These hands were not made for nonsexual labor, but he would have to make an exception this time. As he vigorously dug, he failed to notice a vine slowly making its way towards him. After a few moments, he managed to touch upon something solid. Lifting his arms up victoriously, he mused, "Hey Pluto, I think I've fou- ahhh fuucckkkk!!" The genie was lifted up into the air in a swift motion by thick vines. Dangling up a few stories high, he went to grab the sword strapped to the belt Pluto had given him.

Thrashing about, he struggled to find his balance to properly strike at this..this...plant monster?? His sense of direction was being altered with every twist the plant made. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PLUTO??! THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF TENTACLE PORN I LOOK FORWARD TO." Even in this dire situation, the man was laughing nonstop. Maybe he should have explored the greenhouses a lot sooner.
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Rae

Rae was caught off guard at the sudden, yet gentle touch of Cayman's hand upon her shoulder. She halted in her movements, her eyes traveling from his hand to his face, and back again. Did the gesture hold significance? Unfortunately, Rae lacked sense of reasoning when it came to social gestures. Nobody had ever done such a thing to her, so she was uncertain how she should comprehend this action. Cayman's gaze was as soft as his supple cheeks. What a strange man indeed.

She opted to allow his hand to linger there, low-key absorbing the warmth it held. As he pointed down the hall, Rae didn't process where it might lead to, so she allowed him to continue onward on his journey while she accompanied him. The rest of their trip was filled with silence and a dash of Pocky munching. The kitsune had given up on probing the lizard boy to speak. At least, for now. Perhaps, if she managed to lure him into a false sense of security, he might slip a syllable or two. It was a shame that Rae held little to no patience for the plan.

The two soon arrived at the entrance to the class, and Rae would roll her eyes with irritation. How boring. She had no interest in the upcoming history class. What good was it to gain knowledge on the past? Her only past was a retched one, and the more she thought about having to remember the pasts of others, the more her body wanted to retreat from the doorway. However, more students began pushing their way inside, casting several glares at Cayman and her for blocking the entrance. It must have been nearing the start of first period.

Releasing a short sigh, the woman gave Cayman a small tug on his hoodie sleeve to lead them off to the side of the classroom. Once out of harm's way, she would proceed to poke his cheek once more. "Soft cheeks, you owe me a snack for almost offing me. Don't get me wrong, I prefer it rough. But that was enough to awaken memories I once thought were long forgotten. So, don't forget. Chocolate is my favorite." Her tone was curt and even. She moved past him to take a seat towards the back, where she prayed the teacher wouldn't call on her. Pray to who? She surely didn't know. After all, God doesn't exist.
Interacting: Mistborn
Nikiri

Nikiri was enjoying the scenic view from the window, blocking out any negative thoughts tempting to override her mind. It was only when she heard a quiet voice tickle her conscience, that her attention was drawn beside her. It was the man from earlier, the one that had caught her after she had so ungraciously interrupted his kiss. His gentle features were rather cute, and Nikiri couldn't help but feel her heart warm as he spoke to her so softly.

"Morning. Thank you for saving me earlier. It was such a folly of mine to walk between you and your girlfriend. I'm usually not so oblivious. I look forward to being your classmate." She mimicked the male neko, forcing her attention away from the outdoors, and towards the front of the class. Her focus would have remained there, had it not been for the unforgettable sight of a familiar, black cloak whisk right by her. Her smile deflated immediately, and she quickly dropped her gaze to her desk. Why?? Why is he choosing to sit so close? Doesn't he...hate me? Or something? Her perception on the entire fight last night was foggy, but the man had attempted to kill her. She hadn't quite grasped onto his philosophy enough to understand the reasoning behind his violent actions.

Without turning around to face him, she could feel his eyes penetrating the back of her head. Nikiri began to fidget with the edge of her desk, caressing it with her fingertips in a back and forth motion. Her body tensed as her anxiety grew. How many seconds or minutes had passed already? Now that this man was right behind her, she could no longer remain attentive to the teacher, or anyone else for that matter. NekoLover69 was infiltrating her very mind, and he needn't even utter a word.

Finally, unable to shake the nagging sensation within herself, she took out a notebook and pen from her bag and tore a page out. Her hand was a little less than steady as she formed her words. Dropping the utensil with moderate satisfaction, she folded the paper and sneakily slipped it behind her onto his desk. She couldn't bring herself to directly face him. Not yet. As she waited for his response, her hand traveled to the tattoo of the cat emoji. This must be his doing. If he really has marked me...what does that entail? Have I been cursed? Out of all the expectations she had of her experiences at Lakoria, acquainting herself with dark arts was far from them.

What did you do to me last night? Surely, our rendezvous was not a mere figment of my imagination, or a vivid dream? I was hoping you could assist me with filling in the blank spaces in my memory.

Interacting: HTCOR TheImmortalDeity

TheImmortalDeity · Jul 4, 2018

Nekomancer

How strange, Nekomancer thought to himself, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. Taking another sniff of the air, his fixation on the two before him switched to solely the male. Was that the smell of dirt and corpses? It was faint, the smell of bathing products easily masking the scent for anyone with an untrained nose, but Nekomancer was certain that there was more to this person than just being a Neko, not that being an angelic being was anything to mark down as "average". Licking his lips, the cultic priest took some time to mull this over in his head, wondering what the mysterious cat did in his free time. There weren't too many options, but Tac knew that it was necessary for him to ask at a later date.

The class began to get busy, multiple bodies filing into the room, each with their own pasts and futures. Tac speculated on the theory of what it was like to be complacent alongside the typical vagabond, where his life was to be like if he hadn't opened his eyes to the truth that his life now circles around. Was it possible that he, too, could've been none the wiser of the intricacies that went into the world surrounding him? Was it possible for him to only be a microcosm of a place that went far beyond the minds of so many? He dreaded to think of what sort of life that entailed, a devilish disposition added to his list of "why he was better than the weak licentious crowd".

Shuffling in Nikiri's corner drew Nekomancer out of his musing, her arm reaching back and placing a small piece of parchment onto his desk. What was this? Could this be the infamous LOVE LETTER that he had heard so much of? To be frank, Nekomancer had never received one of these legendary documents before, and the prospect of having the benefit of reading one was quite daunting for the bashful man. Adjusting his sweaty collar and letting a single gulp reverberate across his entire body, he picked up the paper, unfolding it to read its content.

No, no, no, no, NO!!! What is this?! he internalized, picking at tufts of his hair and ripping them from his scalp in an anxious movement. How has she forgotten so easily about the fated encounter that we both experienced last night? What cursed presence has been overlooking my shoulder for this atrocity to happen to me, ME?! He stood up, ready to stab anything around him, but after some second thought, he silently sat back down, letting out multiple breaths of air to calm himself. What if all of this was simply a trick, a ruse to have written documentation of his schemes? It wasn't that Tac distrusted nekos, but after he pulled a switchblade on Mary at the retirement home, Nekomancer became aware that not all catgirls understood their true purpose in his overwhelmingly complicated plans.

Taking out his own pieces of notebook paper, Nekomancer began to scribble down a response for the girl to see. How was he to respond to her demands? Was it mandatory for him to provide an answer here and now? How was she going to take to have full comprehension of his just goals, and what was he to do if she wished to be killed here on the spot? His fingers itched to dig their nails into her skin, to tear her down piece-by-piece, but in the presence of the horde? No, his needs had to wait until they both were able to find a discreet place to exchange their vows in holy matrimony. So, he continued to jot down his note, hoping it wasn't too short for someone worthy of so much more than just a few words.

Dearly Beloved,

I speak with you today on the account of reported amnesia of the day prior to this one. It has come to my concern that you are unaware of the magical night that the both of us had enveloped ourselves in, and to that, I apologize. In the multitude of possibilities, you were given the worst outcome. Allow me to be of service to you and give you as much information as I can. Realize that my identity is important to me and that disclosure of such topic is out of my domain. Either way, I will give you enough details to fulfill your requirements and hopefully enlighten you on the events that have happened between us both.

Firstly, I should have you note that it was I that saved you in that fire last night. After what I can only assume to be a bit of elation on your part, the sparks of our encounter erupted into the flames that now scar the walls and floor of the gymnasium in question. It was then that I saved you from imminent death, despite my chagrin, and resuscitated you to the current form that you possess as of now. Indeed, it was my doing that you now sport the symbol of my culture upon your neck and walk branded under my name. Your life, in my hands, was savored and replenished due to my copious amounts of dedication towards your people. And now, you stand before the masses, a physical representation of my great feats.

Next, I presume that you have questions about the silhouette that you were introduced to, the abomination that led to your eventual downfall. That was a colleague of mine, a regret that has long lived over me and continues to perpetuate itself in my life as of now. Do not be worried about them, for they are a mistake that I will never repeat again, so long as I am still breathing. They were the one that took you back to your place of dwelling and bestowed comfort within your dreams. Consider it a down payment for your services in my studies. There is much more I am destined to disclose to you, but first, I make a request of my own.

Meet me after this hour of class. We will be able to indulge in our curiosities of one another and express ourselves in an open manner that is not deferred by the watch of others. I am certain that you hold many questions, and to that, I have many answers, but I must beseech you to wait on them, my dear. I have little time on my hands and it is best that I give you the full story in my own words directly. Meet me near the janitor's closet and I will pour all that I know unto you. Indulge me in this one act of greed, and I will give you an abundance of knowledge that you are entitled to know, given your stature. I pray for your reincarnation.

Yours truly,

NekoLover69.

Folding up the note in a neat fashion, Nekomancer slid it into Nikiri's hand, careful as to not bring attention to himself. His heart thumped against his chest in ecstasy. What was he to do now that he has reciprocated her feelings? Was he to expect a reply in return or simply hope for the best? Oh, the inconvenience of youth! How he yearned for her to willingly jump into his arms and accept her fate as one of the divines! Why did the world frown upon him so? Why must he be plagued with wisdom that no other entranced themselves in? It was truly an unfair state of being, but it was one that he held with pride. For now, he sat patiently, waiting for his lover's response.

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The rest of this darn class

HTCOR · Jul 4, 2018

Roland Graves

The fact that Nikiri already called Sylva his girlfriend, meant he was going to be trapped down a fox den, didn't it? He would pause, noting the Nekomancer's approach- and the lack of actual cat ears. Was this someone's style? He'd seen it a few times in his travels, but still. But when the letter was passed back, that's when his internal alarms started ringing- the particularly important ones.

You could say many things about Roland. He wasn't 'experienced' with normal people. But that degree of insanity? It was familiar. Especially since Roland could detect a faint tinge of something- blood. He would tense up, his eyes scanning across Nekomancer's panicked expression, especially the hair tugging and pulling. It reminded him of two kay seven, when he had to help with that man, and how much trouble it caused his family.

Burying the dead was hard. Burying the undead? Much harder. You could certainly get a 'feeling' for those who dabbled in necromancy, especially when you could smell the faint traces of grave dirt, the perfumes and materials used to place the dead to rest.

Another pause. Even if his mind was running through this all within a few seconds, didn't mean he could afford to just step aside and let it all go through. Now, how to approach- tactical? Impulsively? Or just stupidly? It was a hard choice. But he had to do something at least. It wasn't a moment more before he'd twist in his seat, legs swinging out. Tactical.

A smile formed on his face, one that reached his eyes somehow. Training over his life, giving empathy for the dead and fallen, even if it masked a serious flare of anger in his eyes. "Excuse me," he'd murmur, his soft voice barely audible over the classroom. "But could you move a little way? You're being a bit distracting and all." He'd admit. "With the uh, panting." Roland tried to be easy on the guy- even if his soul screamed that he didn't deserve it. But a first chance was a first chance. You had to give it to someone.

"It really makes you seem like a..." He'd trail off, gazing forwards- it seemed that the comment he was going to make was dropped off, as he glanced at Nikiri and then the teacher. "...Ah, don't worry about it. Just try to breath a little normally, if you don't mind." Roland gave a quick glance over his shoulder at the NM, and a thumbs up. Just a gesture of 'thanks' if he listened. It wasn't long before Nikiri would be nudged as well, as Roland intended to correct her. His confidence was building, really.

"...Sylva isn't my girlfriend. I uh, will actually admit I may have came over here because you're-" He'd glance away, mumbling something quiet- so quiet that even he couldn't hear it. His mind was shutting up, as he was blushing again. Seems he didn't want to think about it- or rather, he couldn't manage the courage to say something like that aloud. Too forward. His pencil came out, as he just...gripped it, as well as his notebook. Time to take notes for class, as it had to be starting soon.

Location: History Classroom
Mentioned: Nekomancer, Nikiri, History Class
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okmelonn · Jul 4, 2018

Mikaela

Interacting With: fairy ~~boy~~friend jom
Current Location: broom closet
Notes: im not cool enough to skip class, sorry jom..
Stuff: none

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Feeling Jon finally begin to lean into his passionate embrace made Mika's heart pound full force. Gee, he really hoped that the other wasn't able to tell.. That might come off wrong. Patting his back, the witch let out a small chuckle. "Ah, yeah, really.." His tone was still kind and warm, eyes soft with emotion. He hadn't thought that he had recently felt this strong of a need to care for someone as he did in that moment. With a growing smile, Mikaela allowed the other to push out of his arms, boosting himself on how cool he was. "Yeah, Jon, you're definitely the coolest person I know." Mikaela chuckled. He scanned the other with his eyes, and though it was obvious that he was still a bit shaken he was happy to think that his presence may have made things a tiny bit better. "Oh? Coolness can leak from the eyes?? I think that explains it. I didn't know that could happen!" The witch boy spoke, seeming to return to his joyous self. Of course he wasn't that naive, but he would play along for the fairy's sake.

As the two stood, Mika was about to respond to Jon's comment. That look of terror in his eyes, however, alerted him. and stopped him cold He paused for enough time for the other to bring up the thought of skipping class entirely To this idea, however, he hesitant in accepting. “Hey, uh, Jon..” Judging by his previous demeanor, it was obvious that the other male was in no shape to go to class. Especially if the person who had caused such trauma would be there. But he most certainly wouldn’t leave a friend in need all by himself! “What if we just.. Told someone you weren’t feel well? And we could tell them that I was watching out for you.. A-And I have a spell that could help us out with missed notes and information! I’d like to stay with you, though..” He said the last part rather seriously, showing his deep concern for the fairy. "I know I may not be as cool as you for not wanting to get in trouble and all, but I don't want us to mess up our records on the first day!" He chuckled, looking down to Jon in hopes for the reply that he would have liked to hear the most.

metalcity · Jul 4, 2018

Angelica

Continuing her quick glances towards the bird while awaiting an answer, Angelica quickly retracted her hand from the other chair and started her own temporary flailing in response to the birds OH NO IT'S ALL VOLERDY OVER!!!! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!?!?!?! As the bird moved its head she quickly shot her arm back out while her heart rate increased. You daft cake She thought, surprised at her own sudden reaction. As the bird landed on the other seat she sighed with relief, even if she did want this to end somewhat having it get flushed away just like that after one question would suck, she needed more. As the two sat there in a moment of awkward silence Angelica started to tap away on her desk until she noticed the bird placing items on her desk. "Oh yea! I needed those cuffaly things, forgot my bag coz my room mate carried be away only to globbely abandon me. Cheers for noticing!" She smiled due to being able to avoid what could have been an unpleasant experience later on if she was asked to use any of her equipment, even though she was already missing lots of it. Angelica went to pluck the utensil from the desk but stopped as the bird placed another, and another and they just kept stacking up different classroom items and with each new item Angelica's hand moved further back. She was so confused by what the bird was doing she couldn't even respond. Never before has she seen this amount of pens, pencils, crayons, everything! literally everything ever you could find in a classroom was being layered up in front of her to form some kind of structure.

Once the bird appeared to finish building their... thingy... on her desk she was amazed at the birds skill, Angelica turned to face the bird with an amazed expression "Wow you're a plipperty plop builder!" She exclaimed, impressed at the birds craftsmanship, Angelica inspected the build carefully to make sure that she didn't knock it. As she looked over the build her nerves calmed. Once she finished looking over the sculpture the bird placed a bag on her lap "Ummm thanks?" Not really being sure why she was handed the bag along with all the other stuff she placed the bag next to the desk on the floor between the two. Turning to the bird she asked "Have you built any other fliggdy stuff? Coz this is super cool!" Looking back towards the jumbled mash of pens and such she started thinking After I claim that one big blogerdy building I'll transform it to look as cool as this pliggerdy thing!

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Mistborn · Jul 5, 2018

Cayman Wyman
Location: Classroom
Current form: Human
Interacting with: (Rae)

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Rae’s reaction to his apology was... well, at least it wasn’t bad. At least she didn’t freak out and start screaming or beating on him. She seemed to not really care, looking up at him and back down at his hand, shaking the small bit of confidence that he had built up so far. Maybe her culture’s customs are different...? For Cayman, silence was a common part of every conversation, his chameleon folk sometimes never uttered a word while communicating with one another, relying on visual cues and wherewithal to read a situation. How could anyone think of enough topics to speak on in every situation? He wasn’t wholly sure as to why she stood there silently, but he did notice her body language, her gaze was firm, her muscles relaxed, she seemed to have herself in order.

Thinking the time appropriate, Cayman lifted his hand from her shoulder and set back out towards class, snagging a discarded pencil from the ground as he walked. He lost a small bit of the gloom that had hung onto him as he saw Rae walking beside him, standing up a bit straighter than before. I suppose every journey is a bit brighter when someone walks the same path as you. It was somewhat strange when he thought about it, he had nearly ended her life and yet here they were, walking side by side to class as... friends? No, not exactly. People who could exist in the same room without arguing or fighting? Certainly. Given the circumstances, this went much smoother than I thought. It took them a bit to reach the classroom, the noise of Rae’s snacking and their steps the only sound as they marched on. The silence could have seemed awkward for others, but at that moment it was bliss for Cayman.

As they approached the entrance to the classroom it became more and more apparent that Rae didn’t exactly fancy the idea of going to class, stopping them in the doorway as other students pushed past them. Cayman shot a confused look down at Rae, why would she be at a school if she didn’t go to classes? He knew that some students skipped class of course, but the first day was usually something simple. Could they not even handle the easiest school day of the year? As Rae dragged him over to the side of class Cayman glanced around the room, trying to find the sunniest spot in class to sit. He felt a kind of... gnawing irritation coming from somewhere in the room, nothing really influencing, just annoying enough to pull his attention away. His gaze refocused on Rae as she poked him again and reminding him of his actions, calling him an... unexpected name, causing him to blush softly at the mention of her “preferences”. The mental note of her choice in snacks went alongside all the others he had already made that day; ones such as “Don’t ever go near fire again. EVER.”, “Don’t freak out and choke someone when you wake up”, and last but certainly not least, “Rae likes that one chocolate ~~weeb~~ snack, get her some for being an idiot”.

It seemed that she wasn’t interested in interacting with him, or anyone else in class for that matter, as she walked off to the back of class, sitting far away from where he was planning to. That... may be for the best. Looking back at his intended destination, a small frown overtook Cayman’s features as he noticed a group of cat people already taking up the sunniest spots. He knew he needed some extra sunlight, despite wanting to avoid bigger groups like this, eventually deciding to take the desk kiddy-corner in front of the cat girl with purple hair and in front of a cat boy with blonde hair. He set his arms up on the desk and flipped his hood up onto his head, resting his forehead on the desk as his scales drank in the morning suns rays. Soon enough his body began to warm and adjusted to keep him from overheating, his scales gradually shifting down to a darker grey instead of black to compensate, making the charred patches of scales somewhat easier to pick out than before. Just a bit longer, I'll be ready when class starts...

Magical Squid Senpai · Jul 5, 2018

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This is enjoyable. Very enjoyable. Leilani's mischievous side rarely came out at school. Oh how she loved doing stuff like to people, just to see them squirm. She chuckled the whole time, listening to Mac yell and plead with her to put him down and not humiliate him in front of the whole class. She was having a great time. "Don't do this? I don't know what you mean? I've been nothing but great!" She snickered. She would definitely love to throw him into the room and watch. She stopped in her tracks as Mac shouted out the one thing she has wanted since she met him. "Two questions?" she raised a brow at him. "Just two huh?" Well that was boring. She wanted to embarrass him! But he just had to give her a real reason to stop. She walked them both over to the side where she sat down cross legged on the ground. "Hmmm, what should I ask?" She snapped her fingers and let Mac fall back down to the ground. "Ok. question one. What was your home life like? Do you have any family?" She asked as she slowly rubbed her thumb over her bottom lip, waiting for him to answer. "And if I get one hint that you are lying, I will end you."

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SpiritOwl · Jul 6, 2018

✾ Syke ❀ Cria ✾
✽❋⚘✿Miniature Mage✿⚘❋✽
Current Location: Miraculously Not Dead!
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In the midst of her death throes, Syke, was MIRACULOUSLY enveloped in a subtle warmth, was this the loving glow of mother Earth? Holding her close yet again? A process of rebirth - new life? Knowing she'd sleep for many years before emergence, and feeling her head - probably a ghost impression of her former life - grow heavy, she closed her tiny blinkers and like a light was out. Just as she was sure sweet germinating rest would be hers, the light was turned on in the form of Kast uncupping her hands. Syke jolted awake in shock, placing her petite snout into the crook of her arm in an escape of the light - she tried to bade it away by stretching her other arm as far as she could at an upward angle. But it was no use, she hadn't been reclaimed by the earth just yet. Easing her arms away from their dab, the flower blinked as everything blurred into focus, though the blotches of color were less then even she was used to.

Ever the polite guest when occupying the vessel that was a larger being, Syke stepped onto Kast's shoulder without objection! Though she could not stifle a gurgle as the kitsune went to bend down so abruptly. It was as if she stood upon a ship in open sea! And just as many a seafarer thought, Syke found the chance of adventure worth the risk! Syke squinted in Columbus's direction as Kast spoke to him; not knowing quite how to greet such an unknown, she threw her heart into a wave! My, friends with a doctor! This must've been an intellectual they were speaking with. Her vines rattled with excitement! What bond of science and brain had brought them together?! Syke slipped into a sit, anchoring herself with a fold in hopes not to slide all the way down. Just as she was making herself comfortable a HORRIFIC EARTH-RATTLING SHAKE VIBRATED ACROSS POOR KAST! O' The Poor Dear! Syke gibbered in her anxiety, jumping up right and looking towards the epicenter of the quake, it was, Jay's hand, O my, she was relieved to be sitting upon the other shoulder. She slumped back down, having difficulty focusing on what the nurse had to say in what she had to have imagine being her fright. Little did she know.

"Your skills are surely something special!" Syke cheered to Kast as the kitsune contemplated her prodigy role.

"Oh, that is a lovely story Mister Delon - you told it fabulously!" Syke cheered as loudly as her little smoke-infused lungs would allow for - partly to be kind, and partly to announce herself should he decide to place his hands unexpectedly upon any other shoulders.

It was whilst discussing his bandage ideas that Syke realized, Columbus, might not have been an intellectual as she had presumed; poor thing! Kast did humor him so, even if his band aids could not cure the holes in the girl's head or the oxygen deprivation Syke was unaware of going on in her own delicate frame, at least his spirits could be kept in good health. Syke tried not to gurgle as the zomboi bent down to Kast's eye level, but, it was far too alarming not to let out such a tell-tale sign of terror! My my, these tall folks always did move so quickly! It was a marvel. Though she could not hide her initial fear, she managed to mask a cough as he retold the tale. Ah! A tree! "Oh my, if I was turned into a tree, I think I should never have the heart to change back, it sounds all too wondrous. It was very kind of you to help Nurse Delon, Columbus! It must've taken bravery to get along in a body unfamiliar to you, why, I couldn't imagine changing into something so unknown! Surely an adventure."

Inspired by Kast's readiness to fufill her prodigal role, Syke leapt to her feet - ready to cheer out her agreement; when all of a sudden a gripping cold frosted her entire miniature body - gripping her very core. Syke did not even have the allotted time to react with accumulative terror before fainting flat unto her back, it was a good thing she had leapt to face the kitsune, otherwise, her body would have once again gone spiraling off. Instead she laid, flush to the fabric, for mere seconds before coming to and rising in a rush, nearly flipping herself forward to her sure demise in the process. She hunkered over, brushing at her viney knees - not because they had been dirtied. or even because the position was quite helpful in catching her breath - but rather, she fussed out of embarrassment. O' my! What silly thing could've startled her into a fall this time! "Pardon me," she excused herself, blinking softly, "but what were we off to again?"

metalcity · Jul 6, 2018

Megan

Being the polite young gal she was, having dropped her food she spent valuable money on was no big problem and she could easily move past this depressing event. "W. T. F. Becky! Why was that dude like such a chav?" Megan huffed, folding her arms as she wondered around the courtyard with Becky following suit. As Becky tried to suggest different ways to deal with the possible murdering psychopath which moments ago could have slaughter them, Megan decided what the pair had to do was get more food as their last meal was ruined. The adventuring duo made their way to the on-site store and upon entering Becky was mildly delighted to see the wide selection of food they could purchase while Megan found it sub par, very sub par. Megan wondered around hoping to find something that was made with the tiniest ounce of gold, meanwhile Becky was checking for the actual nutrients of each item the two thought may satisfy their growing hunger. "Oh my God, Becky. This store is like totes lame." Megan huffed once more, this time placing her hands on her hips "Gosh, why is it like so hard to find food?" the distraught woman questioned, putting down the packet she was holding. Continuing her search for the most hippest of hip food she ended up finding herself approaching the fruit bowl. She took a gander into the bowl and was disappointed with the selection, only apples, bananas and oranges? Gross. Where were the coconuts? The mangos? The pineapples? The Strawberries Arnaud that sell for $1.4 million? The good quality shiz? "I've seen the lowest of the low, like, supermarkets sell better than this pathetic shop." Megan scowled, furious at this atrocious quality. It also didn't help that the bowl was a zoo for bacteria, and once Megan noticed this she unleashed a high pitch scream of horror, almost tripping up as she quickly stumbled away. Seeing the worst this school could offer made everything else look like steak seasoned in gold and cut from Gods personal pet cow who has been fed on shards of golden grass, allowed to frolic around in a field so large it might as well never ended, drinking water so good it could have been the sweet tears of a joyful angel . "BECKY, JUST LIKE, PICK ANYTHING!" Megan yelled before grabbing a plain cheddar sandwich and a bottle of simple tap water.

Becky followed, of course, in a hurry to see where her friend was going who legged it with zero information on her destination, she wasn't even able to pick out a meal before having to follow her friend. Megan took her refuge at a bench in the courtyard, very faraway from that diabolical shop. "O. M. G. Becky, This like attempt on my life has like totes left me scarred and deformed. Like, just look at my shoes." Megan cried, pointing down to her shoes that had a slight smear of dust on them "Imma like, so buy out that run down, dirty, disgusting little shop and make it ten times better. And you're like, so gonna help. Right, Becky?" Megan questioned, pointing the bottle of water at her friend before twisting the cap off and taking a sip of the filthy water which she spat back out. "Ewww, so gross." She winced, throwing the bottle down to the ground. As Becky picked up the bottle and put it in the nearby bin, Megan prepared herself for the horrors she would have to endure as she began taking the cheese sandwich out of its packaging. The strong aroma of expired cheese forced Megan to cover her nose as she looked down at the very plain cheese sandwich. trying to bring herself to take a small bite made the girl gag. Realising death from hunger was better than going threw this filth she offered the sandwich to her friend, which to no surprise they declined. The pair also threw this into their local bin, after which Megan stormed off to do a lap of the courtyard in her foul mood in an attempt to cool off. "Fine, Becky. We will like, go to class. Like the commoners this like, school thinks we are." Megan yelled, in reply to Becky's suggestion on what they should do next. The two made their move to the classroom, taking a seat near the door so they could quickly leave if they got crowded due to their immense popularity, and they waited for this boring lesson to start.

Lotusy · Jul 6, 2018

Jay

Jay smiled as he watched his "prodigy" inflate with pride upon being named as such. He was almost excited for this peppy fox girl to succeed him, though this was more of an "Atlas choosing his replacement" type of situation. In the meantime, the compliment gave Kast an obvious morale boost, something the nurse was excited to see. Maybe she was ready for more work? Or maybe he shouldn't let his student shoulder his burden. Maybe he should let her go, allow her to live out those precious high school moments outside of this stifling nurse's office... Jay looked back at his desk, squinting at the mountain of insurance paperwork awaiting him. Or not. Work experience is invaluable for young adults!

Once Columbus pitched his band-aid idea, Jay approached it with a healthy - no, a heavy amount of skepticism. He didn't have the heart to tell Columbus that the band-aids wouldn't work, giving a piteous look to the little Hello Kitty box held before him. Even if Columbus was wrong, though, the enthusiasm with which he marketed his two-type band-aids slowly swayed Jay over to his side. Listening to Kast's (false) testimony, a thought crossed the nurse's mind. Sure, he didn't believe those band-aids would work, but if other people did... I suppose if we use these, I won't have to waste nearly as much energy or duct tape fixing kids. Now curious, Jay held out one of the band-aid boxes, looking between it and the Journey cabinet with narrowed eyes. A drunk wouldn't be able to tell the difference, would he?

"I'm sold!" He exclaimed, suddenly faking excitement for Columbus's idea. Wrapping an arm around his zombie friend, Jay waved the band-aids in an arc, as if they were something to be revered. "Columbus, my friend, this is a brilliant idea! You may have just saved hundreds - no, thousands of lives!" The nurse was so deeply entrenched in jaded bitterness, sarcasm, and a profound lack of sleep that even he didn't know if he was serious or not. "Absolutely wonderful. Really, I don't know how you do it." Despite the bite in that remark, Jay still gently placed the bandages on his desk, having full intention to use them. Really, I don't know how you do it.

It was at this moment that Jay noticed the time - right about when History was meant to start. While he had Kast under his wing until she healed, he didn't suppose trying to keep another hand on deck was too bad. After all that time being a responsible student, Jay figure Columbus would be fine missing out on History. After all, he was walking history. Besides, he was starting to find the appeal of free work. Maybe I should get an intern. And speaking of free work...

"How're you doing there, little miss?" While stooping down to help Kast collect her papers, Jay listened to her little woes. "And... oh, I didn't see you there! Thank you, thank you," he said, extending a finger to Syke to shake. Dropping the papers wasn't so bad, he supposed, as long as the Journey ones were where they belonged. "Alright. Well, call me if you - sorry, you two - need any help - or if you want to help me more!" He stacked the collected papers on top of her pre-existing pile with care, though just as he stood up and brushed himself off, something in Kast's little wink threw him off. What was that? He thought, somewhat off-put by the gesture. And hey, what does she mean, "by yourselves?" ~~We're just friends!~~

Ever so slightly miffed, Jay decided to try and get Columbus to stay a little while longer. He looked at the clock, feigning shock before turning back to Columbus. "Man, Columbus, look at the time! I think class started already!" With a smug look reading along the lines of "Oh no, whatever shall we do," Jay threw his hands up and sat down in his chair. "Since you're here, you might as well stay a bit, huh? Who needs education when you're gonna get a job, anyway? I'm certainly not using anything like algebra right now." With his little act over, Jay looked down at his first piece of paperwork-

An accounting sheet.

Well, shit.

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