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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 8:12 am
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Branimir kept his distance, remaining toward the edge of the group that had caught his attention. Amber eyes scanned the group as he got more of a feel for those in the area. Well, this was quite the diverse grouping of... creatures.
Beasts, more like. His expression twisted into a sour sort of scowl at the prospect of being so near to the lesser creatures. As one of nobility, he should never have to mix with these uncivilized monsters. Even so, whatever this exercise was, it proved intriguing enough to hold the strigoi's attention.
Arms crossed, a finger trailed up to the wooden protrusion in his chest. Nail trailing along it thoughtfully, he stared at the others in the immediate area, wondering when, exactly, this event was to begin. Perhaps he could show the others how a true creature handled such things.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 8:58 pm
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In the distance, an elderly ghost shuffles into view, a thick cloud of bats following close behind him. Each bat has at least one clawed foot latched onto a tiny section of a large canvas bag, and they drag it along with a determination rarely seen in a pet, let alone hundreds of pets. When the man reaches the middle of the group, he motions for the bats to drop the bag. He reaches inside, pulling out a bright orange and purple skateboard and shoving it into Spinar's arms. While he is distracted by that, the old ghost jams a matching helmet onto the boil's head, leaving it hanging off of a horn when it doesn't fit.
"The Rat Man has started a waaaaaaaaaar!" the Trick-or-Treater barks, his voice gruff and wavering. "This cannot stand! We're gonna get you trained up here today and you're gonna be so good at smackin' rats by the end that when you're on the front lines Stabbins ain't gonna know what hit 'im!"
Obviously, there's something you're missing here.
"Every one a' you scabs take a skateboard and helmet!" The bats reach for the bag in a collective mass, fluttering in perfect synchronization as they hold it open. Several of them are smiling and chirping encouragement, but most are stone-faced.
Quote: You may not have any idea what's going on, but... skateboards!
Choose one for your character. You may ask Batty questions as well, perhaps about what you're actually doing here.
Please fill out this form and paste it into one of the posts you make this round.[size=14][b][color=orange]skateboard![/color][/b][/size] [u]Skateboard's main color:[/u] [u]Detail color:[/u] Class will continue on November 25, 2014 and is still open to new arrivals.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 8:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 6:50 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 9:50 am
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As the elderly ghost shuffled into view along with the thick cloud of bats an elegant brow rose. Curiosity peeked at the large canvas bag, enough to keep him in place as the ghost made it to middle of the group. Smothering his own amusement, at being the first singled out, he gave a soft sigh as a bright orange and purple skateboard was shoved into his arms. While they weren't the most flattering color combinations for his skin, the frost demon could deal, at least until the helmet was jammed haphazardly onto his head, meeting a horn on a testy snort.
"Is that it then?" Spinar question, were they just here to be part of whatever war this was, all but ignoring the rest of the students around him in favor of gathering more information, ego wouldn't allow him to hold tongue like the rest, nor a tease back at the batty ghost, "so then, are we to ride these, or is this more our armor for battle, a bat to bat rats?" The skateboard was held out, pointed at Batty as long blue claws clicked against the top. While he waited for response his long barbed tail swung up to push the helmet forward on his head, where it was rest just over the top of his horns. Creating a shadow to further pronounce the smirk he wore, one that read clearly 'whats in this for me?'
"Curious also, what did The Rat do, aside from start a war? " The last question came with a hint amusement, and a nickname to help stir the ill feelings sensed, but he didn't expect an answer or a straight one.
skateboard! Skateboard's main color: Bright Orange Detail color: Purple -------------------------
"It always...turns out to be," he snorted softly but smiled for the teasing. A glance down to injured ankle and the smile flickered a little, he really hoped Jory would just stick to their workouts to be honest. But he couldn't turn him down, which meant helping regardless of if Jory wanted. Unless the class really didn't permit for it, then they'd be screwed. When the apparent host appeared the monster boil snorted low and moved to get him a board, waiting of course to help his boilfriend to the bag as well. He really hoped they wouldn't have to ride these things.
Hitting rats with them was one thing, but he couldn't even spin in a circle on his own two feet properly much less balance on this thing.
skateboard! Skateboard's main color: Green Detail color: Blue
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 11:02 am
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As he waited for the next odd set of instructions, Danirate eventually ended up noticing he was being watched and his gaze, too, held as familiarity slowly dawned on him. However, said familiarity still did not register evidently on his characteristically near unchanging expression. But, in fact, not only were words slow to form into any coherent sentences in his mind, there was also a part of him that realized that perhaps he should not again unearth details of a time he too did not consider worth recalling in comparison to other experiences.
Long story short, he had bailed on the prank played on him when he found a chance to slip away and shortly after he had, he was somehow presented with and seized the opportunity for pay back, a prank for a prank. The pranksters themselves called it even at this point, but repercussions to that prank war wouldn't be unheard of.
Well, an apology was definitely an option, but a direct one escaped him at least at the moment while an indirect one, as vastly indirect as it could be, he could currently offer and decided on in the present instance. A hint of apology briefly crossed his features as his smile widened slightly at the ghoul before his expression returned to its previous calm as he went on to address her. "Do you think we're actually going to be told to ride these skateboards?" He lifted his helmet with the question, the small bit of amusement in his tone reflected in an equally small portion in his eyes while he took a second to turn the helmet over in his grasp in momentary examination of it before watching for her reaction. Also for now, he decided to keep to himself the fact that he had never before rode a skateboard before this point.
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