Zel chuckled as he listened to these two. While he wasn't normally a big proponent of pulling pranks, he had to admit with the right company it could be pretty fun. "I'll keep that in mind," he added as an aside to their conversation, before finishing up his picture and pushing it away from him.
He really couldn't draw at all.
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It had taken Darren awhile but he'd managed to at least figure out what the paper was asking him to do. Thinking about it there was only one kind of natural form he'd ever seen. Once he was done scribbling, he looked around and frowned.
He didn't know what to do next, so he scooted the page to the middle of his desk and sat there in silence. Single eye watching Rosy and Kettil with curiosity. He frowned a bit as Rosy professed her love of pranks and then the other male added his own opinion.
This would not do...
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 12:32 pm
He was late. he was late late late! It was a frantic dash, the classes that he had forgotten all about in days of exploring and self reflection and not it was time to get back into things. it was time to continue learning, there was still much to be realized.
The room was simple in structure, entering the area of higher learning late felt like a slap in the face, Damien peeking his head in, ears pinned back and on edge, waiting to hear a bark of irritation and ready to scramble out in haste. the moment passed, another beat and it felt safer to continue in, slinking in quickly and taking a seat and putting on a eager face. "I've been here the entire time, yep." he insisted. "The entire time."
the paper that was already here caught his eye, peering at the delight that said to draw. the sour expression that stared at the paper spoke volumes. He never was skilled at coloring, there was nothing but red being sprayed on his face, it was as close as he ever got but that was what the instructor wanted.
So he gave it a shot.
No frost, you were not allowed to see his masterpiece, there was going to be a fight for dominance, putting his picture face down and coloring the back with green circles. and poking Tybalt with a crayon.
"hey tybalt. hey. hey. heeeeeeeey"
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 12:41 pm
Tybalt had just placed his own masterpiece flat out on his desk when he felt something poke him in the back. His first instinct was to ignore it, thinking it was someone trying to pick a fight again or poke fun at him---literally, but then he heard the voice and slid around in his chair to face Demi--and then his drawing.
"You can turn into bacon?" He asked, amazed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 12:52 pm
Siddie watched with bemusement as Tybalt decided to pick fights. Plural. When he'd gotten extricated from the fight with the reaper boil, she leaned out of her chair a little and called softly, "Tybalt, are you okay?"
When she got the worksheet, she realized suddenly that maybe she was sort of wrong about not having a natural form. She picked out a black crayon and drew a neat box on her sheet, then scribbled it in solid black as neatly as she could manage.
Tybalt didn't really seem like the type to be dense in demi's mind, but the rhetorical question did leave him with the urge to bash his head against the table. "Well, grandfather did always I am what I eat." the hound grumbled in response back at the ghost dog, eyeing his own masterpiece, or lack of as far as his green eyes could tell. "So you are.............nothing then, i presume?"
tybalt logic was indeed a peculiar thing, one that had him perking his ears up at the boil, puzzled if it had a deeper meaning than what he could understand.
Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 1:01 pm
While Tybalt was looking away from his paper, a note added itself to his worksheet.
Tybalt's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the hell hound. Was he pulling his leg? Or was he actually capable of turning into bacon? He knew that some hell hounds had the gift of magic, but as far as Tybalt could tell, Demi wasn't one of those few. "I am, in invisible form!" He announced proudly while twirling his pen-strictor, Repsi, around by the tail. In short, it was the quickest--or laziest way of completing the assignment. It wasn't like it was cheating or anything. Really.
Though when he looked back, he found that something else had appeared on his sheet. How or when it happened though, he didn't know, but it made him freeze and release his hold on Repsi, who went sailing through the air before she landed directly on Rex's desk.
"My paper is...... MAGIC!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 1:10 pm
Without much thought, Rosy just started drawing. She wasn't sure at first what she was drawing, it was merely just a few shapes. Maybe a tail, and were those ears? Arching a brow, she picks up another color and add to it, giving the drawing a mouth, eyes and a little fur where it needed to be. Setting the crayons down, she pulls it back as she looks over the form she chosen. Okay, so that was the second thing she thought of when she thinks natural form?
With a shrug, she adds her name and a little information to the the drawing before she flips the paper over. Glancing towards Zel, then back to her brother. She gives him a smile before she turns back to Kettil. Now that she was finally done with the classwork, she didn't see a problem with talking. So long as she kept quiet.
Leaning in, she keeps her words barely above a whisper as she spoke "So Kettil, what kind of pranks do you like to play? And who are the best students to play them on around here?" she might as well learn now who and who not to mess with. And what better way, then someone who knows first hand?
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I'll tag you when I'm able to hun. Kids are up and about playing. Only manage this cause they are watching a movie at the moment.
Rep eyed the pen on his desk suspiciously before poking it with a finger and yelping in terror.
It wasn't a pen. It was moving, it was a ******** snake. Another snake. This place was infested, he was going to die here and that was all there was to it. Even their stationary was snakes. He reached to pick up a chair and brandish it like a lion tamer at the thing before he thought to himself that maybe the chairs were also snakes. Maybe everything was snakes. Hyperventilating again, he backed up away from the desk looking incredibly distressed. He wished Harrison was here, he could really use someone to hide behind, his senses frayed and walking a razor edge close to a breakdown.
"Can you NOT THROW s**t." he snarled at Tybalt with more than an edge of pleading in his voice. "That almost ******** bit me!"
Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 1:24 pm
Tybalt blinked at Rep's outburst.
"I didn't throw her. She flew." He corrected. Which of course was another obvious lie. "And she only bites when she feels like it." He added helpfully.
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Damien's squinted back in reply, swishing his tail back and forth at the dog's reply. Being skeptic seemed to be a common trait among dogs. So tybalt can blink out of existence. pausing in thought, it did seem like he could be nothing, technically. "Sounds like you just didn't want to draw, tyb." he stared carefully, throwing a eyeball squeaky toy at the boil that was throwing a tantrum.
"calm down, dragon, de-stress and give the eyeball a squeeze!' he barked happily at the creature, the eyeballs staring at the new potential user.
but not before giving the charcoal dog boil a sly grin.
Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 1:32 pm
Amphi gave the poor Raum a pitying look.
"You know its not all that uncommon for chickens to be afraid of snakes, But it is when a student is. I've heard of worst fears. Tybalt! HOW COME YOU PAPER DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING ON IT?" Amphi leaned over, "I've even seen your natural form! you're a adorable puppy!"
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At that moment, Night had been lurking around the classroom floor as a cat. It wasn't cause he was like...late or anything. It was only cause he felt like coming to class...right at that moment.
And at the moment, he was finding it hard to find a seat...so he phased into Tybalts and pushed his butt over with his own. "Look pup, There's two ways we could do this...." Night's form started to slowly appear to the physical pushing. First it was bright green eyes, then a smile...then lines of his face filling out till the black cat boy shimmered to full glory.
"We can share a seat, or we can share a seat....and what's this I hear about dinner? Chicken?" Night was looking at you Rep.
Andrew kept to his corner when the fight broke out. Was that a dog? And the other one must have been either a reaper or an undead. He couldn't tell. But Dog. he shrank behind Fi watching the fight, making sure they stayed over there. if they came over here, there would be burning much burning, yes,
Selene ended the fight most effectively though.
And the Roam seemed to be terrified of the teacher.... he knew that look. Andrew decided to return his attention to the supplies he had been given, ignoring Miasma for the moment. She hadn't bothered him either, so he decided at least for the class he would let that be mutual. It was too crowded in here to start an argument and trouble was already brewing.
He listened as class started and then looked at his paper. Draw? Really? With crayons. He debated just "accidentally" burning the piece of paper.
Or he could make wax sculptures. He took the white crayon and melted it onto his desk carefully dripping it in a pattern, using one hand to heat it and the other to hold it.
Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 1:35 pm
When Rep was afraid and stressed there was two places he could go. One was a complete emotional shutdown, which he'd already tried to deal with Selene, the other was to go down the other path entirely and break things. Usually furniture. He flexed corvid talons and mentally drew upon the usual mental channels to summon Tracey, entirely on instinct.
"For ******** SAKE." he snarled, angry and denied, jabbing a finger in the direction of the penstrictor "SEE YOU, GET OFF MY BLOODY DESK." She tried to bite his hand in response and he leapt back about a meter with a very feminine yelp. "FFFnonono. Ok STAY THERE THEN. SEE IF I CARE."
He rounded on Tybalt instead, the ruff of raven feathers bristling as if they were part of him. "Get the thing off my desk or I'll knock the smug right out of you."
It wasn't as intimidating coming from a weedy looking raven demon. A weedy looking raven demon absolutely incandecent with rage as he kicked a chair out of his way and snarled at the black cat boil who'd just appeared. "I'M NO A ******** CHICKEN." He pined for the axe so much, unarmed and pathetic. "Though I know a p***y when I see one."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 1:43 pm
Tybalt shrugged. "You're clearly imagining it." He pointed out, denying the truth that he truly didn't want to draw. "Its invisible." He repeated for Amphi, before huffing out-- "And I'm pretty fearsome thank you very much. Definitely not cute!"
He continued to sit there, cross armed, until he felt something shoving him over, followed by an obnoxious ( in his mind ) voice. "Jack damn it Night! Find your own seat!" He growled, shoving back with even more force; hopefully shoving him right out of the chair. Though when Rep approached, Tybalt only grinned and reached out to seemingly touch his arm. However, instead, a familiar blue jolt of electricity shot out, zapping him first with numbing pain.
"You can try."
This was awesome! Two fights in one day? He was making so many friends!
