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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:23 pm
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Anna nodded eagerly. "Some! Never this kind before, though. I've, um. Actually haven't had a minipet for a while, so... maybe this way I can get one? Up until recently, I couldn't have one," she added, sitting up a little straighter. Why yes, she was proud of having kicked Shibey to the curb.
... and she could get a minipet. She could get TWO minipets. TEN minipets.
EVERY MINIPET.
"Do you have a minipet?" she asked, quickly, before she lost herself entirely in thoughts of minipets.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:30 pm
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"Noooo...." Terra dragged out the word, looking a bit shifty. "There was, though, a very interesting hahyena back where I come from, his nom--name, it was Jorge," she said, pronouncing her J's as H's. "He used to cause me so much trouble! I would go outside to get the wash and he would be chewing on my stockings--and mi madre, she NEVER believed in the skeleton hahyena, she said I was being too rough on my clothing," the reaper ranted.
Then she stopped, her neck a little red, "But I do not suppose that counts as having a minipet, do you think? Perhaps now is the time to get one!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:54 pm
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It was with something a little less than grace that a diminutive ice demonness jotted their name on the list. Nothing about them was particularly eye-catching. Just a white-haired girl in a big wool sweater and a scarf, with long delicate horns of ice trailing behind her. They were stuck staring balefully at the dwindling desk spaces.
Not that they didn't want to be here. If they had the option, or the ability, they'd be signed up for every hands-on class the school offered. The science inherent in FEAR was a whole universe of possibility. They didn't even mind the crowd - though they would have a strong tendency to end up staring, especially at the stranger-looking students. No, it was more the circumstances - the body in which they had to show up in.
Szczeosny, or 'Evelyn' as he was supposed to call himself, was going deep undercover. Right into the heart of a monster high school.
Relax, will you? the ever-present voice of Piosenka in his head chided, before breaking into a bit of giggling. She hadn't really stopped at any point since he'd woken up in this golem. You'll just have to get in touch with your feminine side!
List of Students
Tseng Lee
Genevieve
Mmur
Belladonna Divine
Nyyrikki Synkka
Danny
Alexander
Kiwi
Ulmuka Knobwalker
Obsidian
Eisheth
Pickles
Xiuying
Terra
Ren
Skald
Glasere Uller
Felix
Jack-B-Nimble
Taima
Mortimer McNeal
Amy Rogers
Haze
Vaith
Anna Walpurgis
Mirac Trice
Billy Goat
Evelyn
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 3:36 am
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A short little boil with tanned skin and pointed ears followed awkwardly behind 'Evelyn', wringing his hands in a panic. The very obviously male golem (a 'brownie', she thought) was a problem easy enough to overcome, but the realization that she was going to be a completely clueless student in a classroom -- no. That was unbearable. Mimsy took education very seriously, and the thought of being this ignorant was absolutely terrifying.
She waited for some dog creature to finish signing up before she approached the roll. How did any of these things write with hands and claws like these?! She fumbled with the pen, eventually just giving up and clutching it like a child with a crayon.
So fixated on the dilemma of being literally unable to be teacher's pet, she nearly signed her own name. Svensyl erupted into mocking laughter, and she fought against every urge to snap back at him out loud, opting to imagine herself giving him the middle finger as hard as she possibly could.
Trying not to devolve into worried hysterics, she clamored into the seat next to 'Evelyn', leaving a chickenscratched 'Erwin' as her name on the list.
List of Students
Tseng Lee
Genevieve
Mmur
Belladonna Divine
Nyyrikki Synkka
Danny
Alexander
Kiwi
Ulmuka Knobwalker
Obsidian
Eisheth
Pickles
Xiuying
Terra
Ren
Skald
Glasere Uller
Felix
Jack-B-Nimble
Taima
Mortimer McNeal
Amy Rogers
Haze
Vaith
Anna Walpurgis
Mirac Trice
Billy Goat
Evelyn
Thackery
Erwin
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 11:00 am
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Malcolm entered the class at 10am sharp, pushing a trolley filled with boxes - labelled as either 'Empty bottles' or 'Color' - into a room. There was also a well dressed gnome walking beside him, pushing another trolley, this one was filled with cans of what appeared to be some sort of a beverage. Upon closer inspection, it was possible to see that each can had 'Random Inkjar!' printed on it in fancy letters.
"Morning class," The professor seemed annoyed about something, although it was difficult to tell what it was that he was annoyed about, "Today, we have a guest - Well Dressed Gnome, or WDG - with us."
Well Dressed Gnome cleared his throat as he climbed to the top of the desk, taking time to straighten out his suit before speaking, "Call me Mr Gnome. Only the ladies-" Commerce eyebrow waggle at Terra and Genevieve, "-can call me WDG."
He then winked at Anna, and whistled at Belladonna.
"... Right, let's start setting this up," Malcolm continued, distributing the materials, "1 empty bottle, and a tray of different colored powders for each of you. The taps had been connected to-"
"-magical water from the one and only swirlpool, baby," Well Dressed Gnome cut in, putting on a pair of shades. He made a point to pause in order to wink at Thackery - wait, that's just a really flat ghoul right? - before talking again, "Didja read the fine print? I'm the right person, if you ever want to look me up... But ladies only, alright? I don't open both ways, yeah."
Malcolm looked like he was on the verge of punching someone as he pinched his nose bridge, "Class, what you have to do, is to take an empty bottle, fill it halfway with water from the tap, and add in 2 teaspoons of colored powder-"
"-grounded from the highest quality ge-"
"-CLASS YOU MAY START NOW!" Malcolm cut in, "Remember to cork the bottle and swirl the mixture until something happens! There's no exact recipe because it's some trade secret-" At this, he sighed, glancing at the gnome - who was turning a very bright shade of red, probably with rage - on the table, "-but you should be able to make something."
OOC: What to do
Step 1: Roll 1d20
-> The number you get is the Inkjar color you magically managed to make by randomly adding things.
-> If you land on a number labelled as 'Nothing', it means that your mixture failed to mix. Try again!
-> You have unlimited tries! <3
Nothing/Fail
Firelands
Nothing/Fail
Comet
Nothing/Fail
Fruit (Of your choice)
Invisible
Glow
Nothing/Fail
Husk
Treasure
Nothing/Fail
Rainbow
Exotic
Nothing/Fail
Deus Ex
Nothing/Fail
Nothing/Fail
Contract
Nothing/Fail
You have 24 hours from this post to do this!
-> Come on, it's just rolling one die. 8T Do it.
-> Please rp the process out, even if it's just a paragraph or two!
-> QUOTE ME IF YOU NEED ME. Or just to chat.
-> Quote each other also, ok?
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prolixity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 11:54 am
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Weren't professionals supposed to be ... well, professional? Siddie stared at the gnome with mild horror, quietly pleased that he'd apparently overlooked her when scanning the classroom for available females. Well, she was just going to pretend that she didn't notice him. Yes.
She picked up her empty jar and made her way over to the tap to fill it, then returned to her seat, studying the powders available. Maybe ... if she put in blue and green and white, it might make exotic? She measure out the powders, tipped them into the jar, corked it, and shook it carefully.
The end result was definitely not an exotic inkjar. Clove peered at the brilliant teal color and chirped, then hid in Siddie's hood. Siddie stared at it. She had never seen an inkjar this color. She put her hand up tentatively. "Professor? What kind of inkjar is this?"
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Kaiyumi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 12:11 pm
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My, there were a lot of familiar faces, weren't there? Xiu lifted her hand to wave back to Gene, shooting the other ghoul a smile before turning back to eye Mort with more worry. "You can always return to your dorm to rest if you need to," She offered quietly, "I'm sure Professor Malcolm wouldn't mind--"
--Speak of the devil. The baku promptly fell silent when the professor entered the class, a gnome trotting in after him. The baku's ears instantly drooped upon seeing the gnome--she hadn't had very good experiences with them in the past--and she only looked even more discouraged as he proceeded to eye the ghouls in the class.
...Sigh.
Tearing her gaze away from their guest, she focused intently on their professor as he gave them their instructions. Okay, sounded straight-forward enough!
Unfortunately, even after she added a number of ingredients and swirled the mixture, nothing happened. Hmm...maybe if she added a little more...
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Kaiyumi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 12:13 pm
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OnionGrump rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Seussi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 12:18 pm
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This felt incredibly awkward for some reason. It was obvious that Mort wasn't his usual self, and Alexander couldn't help but feel like that was his own fault. If he hadn't asked for the other boils help, if he had just gone to Red on his own...
His unhappy thoughts were threatening to consume him again and he had to remind himself that it was in the past. They were back now, alive....undead, whatever. He offered the other zomboil a tentative smile, unsure of what else he could really provide at the moment. At Mort's question he just shrugged.
"I don't know. Maybe? That would be kind of cool, though." His smile widened a little, and as the professor made his way into the classroom, Alex decided it might be a good time to find himself an empty seat, and found one nearby to shuffle over to and sit down in, awaiting instructions.
The gnome alone was enough to have Alexander make a bit of a face, glowering at it, well dressed and wearing a tiny gnome tie or not. It was making comments about ladies, eyeing up the ghouls in the classroom and even going so far as to whistle at Belladonna, which made Alex glower all the more. Still, he listened to Malcolm whenver the teacher actually got a chance to speak, and when it was time to begin, pushed himself out of his chair to retrieve a jar of water and some colors.
Back to his desk again, the zomboil sighed before shaking some of the powdered colors into the jar, not really paying much attention to what he was doing, but adding more red then anything else. He liked red. Red was the color of blood. Human blood. Hunter blood. Ya, red was a pretty nice color. Eventually he stopped and put the lid back on the jar, shaking it up until the colors swirled together and turned into...
....FIRE?!? The zomboil let out a gasp and dropped the jar down on the desktop with a clunk, then used an index finger to push it rapidly away from him and to the edge. He knew he was probably being silly, but he had basically just made fire in a jar.
He actually hoped now that they did not get to keep the inkjars that they made. Wait hadn't he seen Danny when he'd first come in? Maybe she would want it.
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