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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 11:43 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 12:48 pm
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Indu was all about extra-curricular. The insanely early depart time was simply marking it as something only dedicated students would sign up for. Dedicated students who would get lots of extra credit, delicious, delicious extra credit. She was up at four on the day, but had waited until half past five before leaving her room. There was a fine line between dedicated student and sitting alone waiting for everyone else to arrive, making a spectacle of yourself.
Trotting up to the buss, she patted her hair down into place. Unlike any students who might be yawning or dragging their heels, she was playing the good student. With any luck she'd get noticed as the stand-out during the trip, and get offers for extra tutoring. Approaching the female professor, she waited for her turn to speak.
"Indu ibn Qurra, sn - erm, first year, Reaper! I'm very excited to be going on this field trip! I hope to learn a lot. Is there anything we need to bring? I couldn't find a list - so I just packed uh - "
Glancing down at the large purse she had slung over her shoulder, she couldn't help but thinking that whatever they needed, she'd be able to find it in there. Indu had packed for ever kind of situation, minus being stranded on an island for a month, or perhaps walking along a seabed. Or going into space. Not really locations that they were likely to go to, honestly. Besides, if anything really important had been required, it would have been written on the board. Still, good to show you were enthusiastic.
" - everything. Erm. I'll go take a seat now, thank you!"
A wide, enthusiastic smile was shot towards Professor Winter, then Indu turned and trotted up onto the bus, looking around for a place to sit. Perhaps beside someone else who looked equally capable. There was no point in getting saddled with a student who was just going to hang off her and get in her way the entire trip.
Who the heck is this.
Kwasi had heard feet outside in the coridor, interrupting him from a sprawled nap on the floor. Was there some kind of drill? Had that weird fog returned? Sitting up and flailing around, he was halfway through getting dressed before he fully woke up and came to his senses. No, the entire building wasn't running screaming down the hall, he'd be able to hear that. He peevishly finished pulling on his clothes and hurried out the door to give the offending feet a piece of his mind. No one was supposed to be up this hour! Unfortunately, he had taken to long, and the owner of said noise had already walked out of sight. Standing in his doorway, squinting sleepily around, he had debated chasing after them versus turning around, closing the door, and dropping back down onto the floor to continue with his beauty sleep. Then his stomach rumbled, answering the internal debate on more sleep vs sulking around the school.
It wasn't until he was halfway across the campus quad that he noticed the students gathering by the buses. At first he approached just to see what was going on, then with panic setting in. Was there something going on? Was it something he should know about? Was he gonna get put on academic probation again? s**t, s**t, s**t. Sure there weren't that many students, but still. What if everyone else had left already. What if these were the only remaining students on campus. Oh no, the nightmare was coming true. Hurrying over, hands cold with nerves, he approached the male teacher, and tried not to visibly show how wigged out he was on the inside.
"Uh - uhhh ... sorry I'm late? Kwasi, snot goblin, monster -- uhh - right I'll go sit on the bus?"
And who the heck is this.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 1:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 1:14 pm
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Field. Trip.
Those two words, when combined, were rather thrilling for Treoris. Though the posted announcement might have seemed dubious for some, the dragon boil was new enough that the whole affair appeared to have occurred in a rather logical fashion. No matter how it had come about, it was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, a delightful opportunity to expand his mental library of knowledge. That, and there hadn't been a descriptor for this little jaunt, and if there was anything that the gold dragon loathed, it was an unknown that he couldn't look up the answer for and thus set his confusion to rest.
Waking up early wasn't really a problem, he'd just set his alarm a bit earlier and the incessant chirping had awoken him with more than enough time to get his stuff together.
His messenger bag, laden with well-worn sketchbooks, two of the novels he was currently reading, and a small assortment of writing utensils, was tucked securely under his arm as he meandered his way over to Professor Winter and her waiting clipboard. "Treoris. Monster. I'm new." Short sweet and to the point.
The less he had to talk to anyone, the better. He had questions, but right now he was riding on the assumption that they would be answered in due time. So he merely ambled his way onto the bus, hoping to score a seat in the back while sighing woefully at the noisiness of his fellow classmates.
Quote: Nope. I have no idea what I'm doing here.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 2:27 pm
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The demon hellhound was mulling about the town when some commotion was going on by the campus. He had recently finished moving his things out of the demon dormitory, and was taking a break, when he was wondering around Halloween Town Square. It was then that he had seen a professor ushering students into a bus. Was it a class field trip? He rather enjoyed those. The professor often took the students some place fun... well, fun was operative, but different.
Coming up to the authority figure, Uru tried his best to appear... not surly. Offering a more relaxed expression - brows up, mouth slightly smirked, hands to his side as oppose to in his pockets.
"Are alumni allowed? I'm Uru, a demon. I recently graduated, but I am all for new things." The tall, demon hound offered.
He waited for the professor's response. Did not want to assume and ascend into the transport before doing so.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 5:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 6:04 pm
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Caught like some mad monstrous sportsball, Wrex could only cackle with glee at Sidron's sharp reactions. "Wrexing ball!" he shouted with delight at his own genius, not seeming to mind he was causing a small commotion, let alone that his large, spiky, wagging tail was still obstructing the path through the bus. Whoops?
He allowed the noogies to continue a few moments more before scrabbling out of the dragon's grasp, happy to try and nose his way as the third person in a clearly two person seating arrangement. And speaking of nose--he smelled more villagers! Guessing away, he snarled in traditional Daggerback greeting at a surly looking gold dragon before, probably most confusingly, breaking into a toothy grin. And the ghoul with them even, he noticed belatedly, smelled very, very strange herself.
And sweet.
His stomach, ever the master of the boil's actions for the most part, began to rumble. Wrex tried to nudge past Sidron's wing to sniff his buddy over. Like any proper Daggerback greeting should be, he bared his teeth at her in a snarl most non-villagers couldn't really deem friendly. Had Sidron perhaps been waiting for him to surprise him with a special treat?
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Skip classes? Oh hell to the yeah. That was all Piper needed to shimmy down that early morning to the bus, make up on point and hair so fly she oughta grow wings for something so beautiful.
"Piper Blacke, newly third year-ified hob goblin, Reaper, and soon to be rising star~" she reported to the professors with a wink.
Her status clearly meant she needed to start practicing to look all....mentory, she guessed. After all, what better way to get loyal fans and future contributors to her career than by being nice to them while they're needy little students?
She plopped right down next to a ghostly looking cat, half just to get a seat and half because he reminded her of the strange Wonderland dream. "Sup, kitten~" she greeted him as she sat back and folded her arms behind her head. "You spittin' poetry to yourself or somethin'?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 6:26 pm
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