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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 12:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 12:44 pm
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"You," she said to Zar, "are not a very nice boil. Does it amuse you to play petty word games with your ghoulfriend? Large is good, it is wonderful. Warders grow and they do not stop and the height, their largeness, is an indicator of how far they have come. And she is not a dragonthing, she is more than that and I do not understand why anyone is even fighting at all!" The leaves in her hair shivered and Hollandaise's eyes glowed eerily.
"No," Hollandaise glance glanced at Sorcha, "this fight is not the most graceful of pursuits." But, she thought, if they wished it, she could definitely try a little violence. With long fingers, she leaned forward and tried to snatch the notepad from Zar.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 12:53 pm
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Brand, who was both late and fashionable, appeared to the class in what he considered his rugged boots. They were no such thing, but they did have very modestly short, stocky heels, so that kind of counted, right?
"The air is very... tense," he said, aloud, to no one in particular as he made his way past the groups that appeared to be either friends or enemies (hard to tell, he thought, without a trance state). Brand was maybe not the best at reading situations.
He walked up to Sorcha, whom he did not know. "Adorable! Do you bring your pet to class all the time?" he asked, leaning down to smile at the grumpkin.
Inle-roo hello here's a reaper so I don't keep getting into fights
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 12:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 1:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 4:04 pm
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Brand was enjoying himself, wandering around despite the atmosphere, when the ghoul from earlier appeared. "Hmm? Of course, but what does that change?" he asked, smiling after he'd replied to Keen's note. "Hello, by the way," he greeted her, with a bow and flourish.
"Oooh, is that another of my dear friends?" Brand asked, dreamily, from the tail end of his trance. He waved at a ghost ghoul he had never seen before, ever and smiled dreamily. "No... I don't believe I know her at all, actually," he said, while still waving and smiling.
If Keen didn't remind him to take his salts, he was probably going to be in tranceland for the whole class.
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Amarus, in fact, also laughed, though not quite as unrestrained and boisterous as Zar. That really brought home how little these ghouls knew about either of them, and even about her; all of this interaction had been a huge waste of time, and her anger ebbed.
She didn't really care to feel that, anyway.
Amarus stepped beside Zar again, and turned her attention back to her friend. "Eventful class, and it has not yet begun," Amarus said, with a shrug of one shoulder and a quirked smile.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 7:04 pm
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Camilla had been at the center of things not so calmly waiting for the class to start so she could prove she wasn't a disgrace she kept switching between rocking on her heels to bouncing in place as she sort of psyched herself up not that she really needed too the growing number of students was raising her excitement on its own
However as tension started to fill the air and the not so sutle sounds of arguing started to echo around her Camilla realized the middle of the crowd might not be the best place to be so she carefully backed her way closer to the outter parts of the group
Still fairly hyped up Camilla contented herself with looking over the growing crowd at one point she could have sworn she saw a familiar flash of blue stripes but as the crowd grew it disappeared and what caught her attention next was a rather flamboyant looking reaper that seemed kind of... off somehow her hyperness started to fade a bit as concern for the strange reaper started to grow if this class was anything like the Holiday doors class everybody needed to be on their game and that reaper... clearly was not...
Finally the Dormouse Monster ghoul decided to see if he was ok and made her way over to the clearly taller then her reaper before tapping him lightly on the shoulder "Um... Sir...? Are you alright?" she asks politely with a hint of concern in her voice she hadn't yet spotted the wispy ghost ghoul following the reaper
phantompanther13 Just quoting ya because Camilla kinda spotted Carlos
Face your demons You have a concerned Dormouse Monster following Brand
Steal Not spotted Keen yet but is nearby
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 7:23 pm
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Brand wasn't sure why she was sighing at him, silly ghoul. He was too out of it to care, though. "Why, do you have something that is confused about its true self?" Brand asked, through half-lidded eyes again, shutting his eyes and smiling with a scrunched nose as if he was really amused by himself, silent laughter. He opened them back up again, and rested a gloved hand against one of his own hips. "Yes, it's in my coat," he said, cheerfully.
But he didn't make any motion to use it. Although, admittedly, he would be pretty displeased to have a ferret in his pants-leg, it was unlikely she'd manage it: a ferret might have difficulty getting inside the pants tucked into his knee-high black boots.
Something tapped his shoulder, so he turned around, smiling, "Hmmm? Oh, someone, not something," he corrected himself. "I think I'm alright!" he said, a little concerned for himself, suddenly. He felt his chest, his breast pocket, his sides, and determined: "Yes, I appear to be alright. I am Brand Ravensdale, of the Ravensdales, and this is my new friend Keen," he said, gesturing back at the ghoul, and taking a step to the side to include her.
It seemed like more students were finding their way to what had been him, alone, though. Or... he thought so. "I don't mean to alarm you, but is that your friend, or are you its prey?" Brand asked. He really should take his salts.
With a sigh, knowing he had to interact a lot more, and focus for class, Brand reached into his jacket and took out the vial. He uncorked it, held it under his nose, and started to cough. "Well, that's that, then," he said, with a smile at Keen. His eyes were clear, and he had lost the drunken appearance altogether.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 7:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 7:50 pm
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