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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 10:39 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 11:55 am
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Uru wasn't exactly trapped. While it was winter, didn't stop him from going out. He was a cold-aligned demon even though his fear takes the form of fire. He ran every morning through the woods, he went to the gym and did errands when he needed to. He didn't keep himself cooped up or he'd go stir crazy. Uru found ways to occupy himself, mostly staying in the company of a certain green-eyed monster. He didn't have to do anything with him, just being nearby or in the general vicinity was enough to relax him. "Same." He muttered at the class comment. He couldn't recall exactly what the last class he was in, but he knew he did have one in the fall. A shame that the classes were few and far between, but what else could one do?
He studied enough on his own outside of class on various matters.
His head turned up, looking at the ghoul. "You think so?" He questioned with a unseen puzzled expression. Perhaps he was happier. He was trying to be at least. He was trying to be happier, more socialable to creeple outside of his closest individuals. He hoped he was happier. But if Camilla was noticing it, maybe he was.
"An adventure sounds good, given that this is a class... anything can happen."
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 12:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 1:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 2:34 pm
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It was Jory's scent that had him stirring long before familiar arms coiled around him for a momentary greeting. Blue eyes slowly opened again, just in time for him to turn and see that the touch to back came from one feathered ghoul he recognized as Kae. Though she walked away to sit by another boil so instead of following the look with a greeting Zaire turned. Glowing blues landing on his boilfriend beside him.
The dark was nothing for him and as such it was just like daily, coiling around with a tail he pulled the other monsters desk closer and leaned his head on his shoulder. Yawning softly before finally giving him a greeting, "hey ...baby..didn't know you'd be here.." He would have walked with him if so.
----------------------------------- As another figure moved towards him he smiled not that it would be seen likely however. When what he assumed was the owners voice sounded a laugh rippled from throat, "heh, I suppose so though I am basically a treasure at any season." Smugly he leaned back into chair and stretched, the sight of a flame entering the room bringing legs back to ground however. Fantastic, a flame demon? If so at least it wasn't sitting by him.
Just as Spinar was about to inquire more about the male voice that had spoken out a female tone sounded and confused him. Curious as ever Spinar leaned in a little closer trying to make the form next to him out more, "well well, that's a fantastic trick you have friend, a natural ability to change voice?" Leaning back into his seat he looked boredly into the darkness and sighed, "not yet, though from my experience they all tend to lack discipline so it's to be expected the professor is late or something much more outrageous which is a pity." Because he really did want to hear about this subject.
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Lute was hesitant making her way into the darkness of the room, hand out in front of her to feel around. It was by chance that she looked from the black floor up really and saw a flame. Since the face lit under said flame was familiar Lute quickly made her way over, hooves clicking against ground before coming to a silence as she slid into a seat next to Neithan. A bashful smile was directed towards the boil before she leaned over to whisper, "hello you, it's been awhile." She hadn't seen him since when the dance?
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 7:40 pm
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An undead instructor bursts into the room roughly four and a half minutes after the class's scheduled start time in a flurry of shabby Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts.
"You guys're here for class, right?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "Good. I'm Kenner, the... uh... teacher. As some of you know." He starts to head back out of the room, then turns around and hurries over to the whiteboard instead. He writes
SCARING CLASS POSTPONED come learn important life skills behind the monster dorms instead He almost seems winded once he's done, and he briefly giggles as he looks over his words. Then he finally leaves, oblivious to whether or not anyone follows.
- - - - - It doesn't take long to reach what is Kenner's apparent destination—the forest behind the monster dorms. He finally looks back again after he has stopped at the tree line, grinning brightly at the students who have chosen to accompany him.
"There's a kid in there I need to find," he says without preamble. "My sister's kid. Or... I guess not my sister sister. But whatever. Not important. His name's Rabbit. He's not a rabbit. And he can do these hologram copies of himself." Kenner sighs. "Makes it hard to keep track of him."
"Anyway, Amy's gonna be back in a few hours, so you guys need to find him before then. There are prizes! Probably. And I'll get you some credits too, all of you, like a real class." He doesn't seem to care that the subject he had been going to teach was useful and this was... scarelingsitting.
"Good, good. Ready, set, go, or something."
Without a backward glance, he hurries off into the trees.
Quote: Hello there again! Welcome to Scarelingsitting! Your character(s) have been instructed to find some demon kid who is hiding in the Not-So-Forbidden forest. Since they do possess free will, they may leave at any time if they're not into that. Rabbit is a lad of about seven or eight. He has black hair, red eyes, cobalt blue skin, six small black horns, and a pair of dark, leathery buttwings. He can make illusory copies of himself that cannot speak, so your character may see him wherever they are, even if he's not actually there. Remember, your character has no idea who this kid is, what race he is, or what he looks like initially. They may do anything they like to try and find him or coax out his copies in this round, but they shouldn't actually interact with the kid himself. The forest is OOCly split into a 3x4 grid. Your students may ICly search anywhere, but for the purposes of determining who finds Rabbit in the next part, please PM Kenner with a single guess as to where you think he is. If you submit more than one guess, I'll use your first! Use this form! Or don't! [u]Location:[/u] (A1, D4, etc) [u]The character who is looking there:[/u] This class will likely continue on the evening of April 1st, but it might take a little longer for me to post.
Newcomers are welcome until the start of the next round!
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 12:58 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 6:47 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 12:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 12:56 pm
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"I d-didn't - DON'T! Give stay-away-from-me vibes!" he hissed, his eyes narrowed with a rather frantic expression in the dark room. He didn't give those vibes intentionally! He was just observant, he would be pretty content to sit back and watch. If he wasn't disturbed, that's fine. It is also not entirely his fault that he didn't play well with others! Blame his upbringings... and the fact that the only 'friends' he had were his servants and they were as such because they feared his mother. Regardless, suppose it was a compliment.
Oh yeah... the lockpicking class. That was a mess, if he recalled it. He recalled breaking tines and picks trying to get from one room to another. He couldn't recall if that was indeed the teacher. He was thinking of that one green, floating leper. Uru watched as he wrote on the board before zipping out of the classroom like a bat out of hell. His brows shot up when the ghoul beside him pushed from her seat to chase after him. Suppose they were to follow him. That he did.
Outside, he listened to the story that the teacher told. This wasn't a class, this was a desperate attempt to solve an inter-personal problem between siblings. However, he couldn't help that there was a lost scareling out there. "I've... never actually been around a scareling other than my sister. But even that exposure was minimal." he muttered under his breath as he withdrew his hands from his pockets, looking up into the trees. So the kid's name was Rabbit who wasn't a rabbit and he could create illusions. Sure, that shouldn't be to hard to find.
"Rabbit? Rabbit? Come out come out or I will find you first." He called. It wouldn't have sounded as threatening if it weren't for his tone! He swore! ... probably. Oh well. If given time, he would be able to pick up the boil's scent but... the smell of the forest, Camilla, the teacher, the other students, it would be difficult to differentiate them all before settling down on teh scareling. Plus, his skills of senses isn't exactly as strong as another hellhound. "Do you think bribing him is the best idea. That is only encouraging a bad behavior..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 1:55 pm
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