Someone had noticed the weapon, and for that, the badge took effect and it was forcibly dismissed from Laran's hands and into its totem form. No mount, no weapons, this should have made the war horseman feel naked and alone but that wasn't Laran's thing. Vulnerability was something that happened to other creeple.
She adjusted the mask, pulling it sideways to reveal her face and the solemn expression before she was all smiles that was much too wide and showed too many teeth, "IT IS INDEED! IT IS A RIFLE!!!" came the yelled answer. The notion of a yelled conversation being inappropriate did not in the least occur to her.
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ooc: Laran is a 5"0 Y1 war horseman. She's loud but friendly <3
Smerdle
poke mattix
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 8:35 pm
Llyrendil glanced down at himself as though only just noticing his lack of clothing in comparison to everyone else's gaudy, fancy attire. "Perhaps," he said vaguely, sounding slightly confused about the whole thing, but politely so. "I'm not very good at remembering things. Or other people," he added, after a moment's consideration.
A dark skinned hand slid over his arm. Llyrendil blinked down at it, then over at the ghoul beside him, a smile dawning on his pale, narrow face.
"Hello, Aisha," he said, beaming at her. "It's lovely to see you again. This is, uh..."
He gestured vaguely in the boil's direction, Llyrendil already having forgotten what he was saying.
"Oh yes, I know her, I was student council president, you know," he informed Hirzael, with a nod, his own hand coming up to rest on top of Aisha's where it was looped over his elbow. "For quite some time. There's apparently a new student council now, did you hear?"
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Candy, Alette thought excitedly.
Tail wagging behind her, Noelle looked otherwise calm as she sat back beside and faced the gal next to her then asked curiously, "That's not enchanted is it?" With a red ribbon snug at her neck and another, this one of yellow and pink stripes, around the junction between one foreleg and paw, Noelle, of course, had dressed for the occasion with the assistance of her reaper sorceress sister.
Meanwhile, Shya, a bunny-eared gal in crimson and stripes, abruptly paused her scan of the venue upon spotting the one she was searching for. And this was right before she briskly began her approaching steps towards Noelle and Alette.
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[Quest Profile]Shya is a reaper sorceress who has so far luckily avoided spraining either of her ankles in heels. Noelle is Shya's canine familiar, she resembles a white Maltese.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 8:48 pm
Huni Pi
Someone had noticed the weapon, and for that, the badge took effect and it was forcibly dismissed from Laran's hands and into its totem form. No mount, no weapons, this should have made the war horseman feel naked and alone but that wasn't Laran's thing. Vulnerability was something that happened to other creeple.
She adjusted the mask, pulling it sideways to reveal her face and the solemn expression before she was all smiles that was much too wide and showed too many teeth, "IT IS INDEED! IT IS A RIFLE!!!" came the yelled answer. The notion of a yelled conversation being inappropriate did not in the least occur to her.
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ooc: Laran is a 5"0 Y1 war horseman. She's loud but friendly <3
Smerdle
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Step by step Alpinely made her way to the dance hall, though at some point her progress felt impeded momentarily. And it was at that point that she had realized she had trapped one end of her dress under one foot and made quick work of amending the situation. It's quite likely a great stroke of luck that she had opted to wear flats with this outfit for this prom celebration. And this was actually a very minor thing really, however Alpinely's eccentric mind seemed to be registering many, many details. Foot off the edge of her garment, she had finally made it to her destination from there.
And she had arrived right on time to being greeted by a lively exclamation. The first hop of hers could have been a startled reaction, but the other little hops that followed were likely not explainable in that same fashion. Her hands let the front ends of her skirt drop the remaining few inches back to the ground as she proceeded to wave both hands at shoulder level energetically. Some might call the gesture spirit fingers and it seemed like Alpinely was warming up for the dance floor.
She even nearly tripped again but like earlier fixed this latest instance, saving herself enough to avoid a fall. "Hello," Alpinely verbalized part of her response to Laran at last with a large grin.
And now, she was somehow standing still but that did not detract from the abundantly energetic look on her features. She was also still waving spirit finger hands in greeting. And despite the unchanging expression on her face being directed to not only Laran but also Carrol and Sludge at this point, it was somehow still questionable if she was aware of what she was doing.
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[Dorm Journal]Alpinely is a vampire and Amityville student who is undergoing a trial testing whether she can get through prom without at some point tripping when stepping on the end of her dress.
'Friends' was a bit generous; in Harrow's mind, it was more like an escort, in the old fashioned sense, there to accompany her and occupy her if she couldn't find something better. Mostly he was attending because he hadn't attended any of the others -- and his father had been pressing, in a way that put a weight on Harrow's shoulders, in a way that wore him down. It would have been better if he'd been going with another Reaper, one from a Good Family, but at least Yaya was something to aspire to.
He looked around the room and tried not to grimace, reaching up to smooth his thumb between his eyebrows like he was already starting to get a headache just from being here. The collar tight and high about his throat probably didn't help, but he found the modesty of it reassuring. Protective.
"We're here. What now?"
Beejoux
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 9:35 pm
Oh - so Llyrendil, whatever he was, could smile. And what a beautiful smile it was. Hirzael felt all the more like he was imposing. What if the pair were each others' dates or something?
And then Llyrendil mentioned having been student council president.
"W-what? You were?!" The imp's dark eyes went wide and his tail, usually twitching this way and that like a cat's, fell limp in astonishment. "B-but...how..." How could you be student body president and not know what prom is? He began to wonder what the student body council even did if not organize events like this one. Or perhaps the new council was simply more knowledgeable about events like prom than the old one.
Regardless, Hirzael still felt like he was imposing as an awkward third wheel. He assumed the question about having heard there was a new student council had been posed to the ghoul as he himself was too new to even have been aware of the old one.
As he watched Aisha and Llyrendil converse, he began to gradually shrink -literally shrink, for this was his natural ability as an imp. Slowly, slowly, as inconspicuously as he could, he thought he could escape their notice and slip away. They had each other to talk to now, after all, so he figured they weren't likely to pay him much more mind.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 10:05 pm
It was prom, again, as Joachim stood outside the door as the thumping of some overall bass song echoed through the hallways. For whatever insane reason the pied piper had accepted a date with one of the demon boils that had been haunting him since class and considering the boil seemed to be running late he was starting to regret accepting the offer. The clocked ticked a few more seconds before Joachim tucked it back away into his pocket only to turn his fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves. Merel squeaked in disapproval as she nestled in her favorite spot on the top of his head. The suit, if you could call it a suit, was borrowed from his father, something handed down in the family that looked almost as old as the Helmar house if it had existed in the middle ages. Joachim wasn't entirely sure but it had some sort of embroidery of the family crest on the chest and smelt as if it had been living with mothballs for centuries.
Metro squeaked again as he fidgeted with the sleeves in a more disapproving tone.
“Yes yes I know, but he is late and I feel like a fool in this get up. We could skip this entirely, spend the night in the room having tea instead.” Joachim glanced up at the black mouse who with as much attitude she could muster folded her arms across her chest shaking her head.
“Fine I'll wait five more minutes then.”
baby_gwing
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 3:01 am
Candy? Oh, yes he knew candy. The sweet foods that many creeple liked, though he didn't particularly care for. Sludge indicated to a large bowl filled with brightly colored orange and black wrapped candies. He didn't know what kind they were or if they were hard or soft, just that they were candies.
And then more questions. So much thinking to do. "Gamessss" He hissed, pointing outside the building. "Play gamess. Get coinsss. Pledge to usss." The chair question made him frown. What were they called again....oh yeah! "Important chairsss....Thronesss...." He pointed to himself.
The xenomorph flinched at the loud exchange between Carrol and Laran, shaking his head to stop the ringing. He knew what it was. He didn't like it. Guns made him go splat, and it reminded him of those strange reaper weapons. Thankfully the weapon was desummoned before he got too edgy. The horsewoman's wide toothy grin was met with a blank stare, before Sludge realized he should smile too, also revealed more teeth then smile.
Apinely's greeting was meet in turn with another blank stare, clawed hand raised to wave his fingers back at her. Her clothing seemed...a little too long, since she was struggling to walk in them. Why would she wear such a strange thing if it kept making her trip? It made no sense to him.
Aisha kinda luaghed a little at Llyr's absent mind. She found it a bit charming. The only reason really that she hung on his arm was her own absence of a hoodie to hide her hands. As much as she loved getting dressed up and dancing, this much bare skin was odd for her.
No headphones. No hoodie. She was merely clinging to familiarity.
"We're friends.. I don't actually have a date. Do you Llyr?" She may be imposing on him if he did.
"It's nice to meet you Hirzael.." Her loa wisped lightly from her lips as she spoke, "Are you new...? um?"
He was shrinking. Was that normal or was that the punch again?
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kitomyx
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 7:00 am
Kiibo was completely awed by what was happening, and in this case she also had no idea what was happening. All she knew was there was a big party and a lot of people were in it. The feeling that she shouldn't be here didn't deter her from peeking in the dance hall anyway, and now she felt even more out of place. The white haired moth noticed most other people were in formal wear... Feeling a little embarrassed she leaned on the wall and backed away a little to not draw any attention to herself
She couldn't just be a wallflower forever though. She looked around the room and couldn't help but notice how cool everyone is. It's almost like a festival-- she really wished someone told her about this beforehand! Though it looked like not everyone was informed, just like her. She moved to one in particular, forgetting to plan ahead what she would even say
"So um... great party right?" She started, kicking herself in her mind for stumbling on her words
More faces were making themselves known to Laran and she was loving it! "HELLO!" she greeted the skipping student, thrusting both arms at her in an open request for a hug before turning to the other student with the sibilant style of speaking. "DO WE GET TROPHIES???" she demanded and as a war horseman this was very important for her.
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ooc: Laran is a 5"0 Y1 war horseman. She's loud but friendly <3
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 7:20 am
"Ray-see-a want Marigold sing more?" She asked hopefully, tiny fingers clasped fervently together in front of her chest.
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ooc: Marigold is a quest undead canary zombie, 4"11, and has puffs of toxic gas coming out of her sometimes.
"GUNS ARE AWESOME!" he announced, taking note of the marking between the horseman's eyes as well. Bringing a gun to a dance was one thing, but bringing a gun to a dance and bearing allegiance to Korrok was exponentially cooler.
With a mental shrug, Carrol waved back at Alpinely while he was at it, smiling his crooked smile at the ghoul and her dress malfunctions.
"You get a—whoa, dude! Teeth!" He wiggled his fingers closer to Sludge's mouth to point at those teeth, but he didn't touch, begrudgingly aware that his stubby fingers might have looked a little too much like sausages for the other boil to resist. "You get a throne? Should I, like, bow?" He giggled suddenly, bending at the waist in an awkward bob that made it look like his detached upper body might fall to the floor. It didn't.
what he look like 5'5"; vaguely chitinous black scorpion skin with tiny, pasty toddler hands and feet; four eyes, each a different color; scorpion tail with black and white striped sock over it; big ears, braces, cigarette, gravity-defying bright orange hair; tuxedo t-shirt split in half by his weird broken torso; black jeans; no shoes
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Huni Pi
shyanimegrl
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 7:57 am
It was almost cute, in a way, that the tiny one seemed so inclined to what she wanted. Really it was only natural that the lesser one settled to follow Rasia's desires. And since it seemed to keep the avian occupied, so to speak, the rusalka nodded.
"Yes, please do," sweeping one hand in a quarter circle.
Huni Pi
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Rasia is a Quest Character; a rusalka (demon) that is 5'10" in height, slim in weight, and pale skinned with short blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dress in teal with matching Mary Jane shoes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 7:57 am
As soon as he was spoken to, the imp froze and his shrinking ceased. He had managed to get down to three and three quarters of a foot before he'd been caught and his face turned sheepish. Now he wasn't sure whether it would have been more awkward to stay the height he was or return to his original 4'6".
He settled for staying the height he was, even if it meant others might have had to look down to talk to him. Hirzael didn't know if he would feel like shrinking again soon.
"Uh...you too." Beaming, he tried to make up for his rudeness in attempting to slip away by bowing and mustering more enthusiasm. At least she seemed to want to talk to him. The demon beamed at the undead girl.
"Yeah, actually I am. There are so many different kinds of fascinating beings around here... Even without the fancy clothes everyone's wearing, it's a little intimidating to me." He folded his arms behind his head in an attempt to seem more relaxed, his tail twitching this way and that in a feline manner.
"Um...what are you, Aisha? And how long have you and Llyrendil been here?" He glanced at the long-haired figure once more. "Are you two still students? Or...if you're not the student council president anymore, does that mean you graduated?" Maybe it was a stupid question since they were attending the school prom, but Hirzael had heard of alumni sometimes showing up at school celebrations and he was pretty sure not everyone he'd seen around wasn't currently going to school at Amityville Academy.
Someone had noticed the weapon, and for that, the badge took effect and it was forcibly dismissed from Laran's hands and into its totem form. No mount, no weapons, this should have made the war horseman feel naked and alone but that wasn't Laran's thing. Vulnerability was something that happened to other creeple. 
