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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 5:55 am
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When the boil said he must be popular at parties, Brand smiled, a dreamy sort of pleased look; like a cheshire cat who'd gotten what it wanted. "I should hope so, but I've yet to find out," Brand said. "Please forgive my poor manners," he said to all three of them, "I am Brand, of the Psychonaut Ravensdales, and I should not ever reduce myself to a biscuit that tasted like buttons," he said, running one black gloved hand through his already messy hair.
"I shall, then, luv-- I'm happy for the company of all three of you, particularly if no one should try to climb my pants or nest on my jacket," he said, referring to the last class in which he had literally two students trying to climb him.
It had not been pleasant for someone who was so very particular about not being dirty.
Brand, in fact, thought this class sounded utterly full of chances to ruin his jacket. He tapped his fingertips in a staccato rhythm on his cheek, humming in curiosity. "I am sure this will not end well," he said brightly. "What would the three of you prefer to be called?"
The four, if that small voice was any indication. Brand poked around probably Uru, looking for the source of the voice; he was, after all, immensely fond of more company. "If it's any consolation, luv, I don't think any of us know the particulars," he said, smiling at Desiree.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 7:35 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 11:01 am
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Brand's smile was bright, a little nefarious from what Damien could pick up, and returned it back with a smirk. "Keep your repertoire up, as there are plenty of events to show off your talents." he rattled, hand swishing in the air as he recalled times when such a conversation starter would have been apt.
He was sure that Brand had nothing to worry about, especially the hound trying to climb him like a tree. "Damien, just call me Demi." he continued, idly nibbling on the stolen shirt button that he pilfered off Uru. "Yes I am." he quipped happily, trying to see and remember what plastic tasted like. "and no, i ain't giving it up to you." taking the chance to rebel and tucking the item against his inner cheek. He was gonna mark that button, mark it to the highest degree.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 11:16 am
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"Damien, that was a part of my favorite shirt." He hissed in a rather hushed turn, his hackles raised as his eyes flared their defensive solid colors at the green-eyed boil. He'd wager every last pumpkin seed that his roommate got a thrill - a kick out of riling him up. Considering the time they spent together, Damien knew what buttons to press and which ones to push. Throwing a fist out, he socked him 'playfully' with a huff as he crossed his arms again. Looking down at his shirt now low enough to reveal the slight ridge of his pecs and the peppering of fuzz there now that the button that fastened his shirt was gone. If he was juvenile, he'd return the favor to snatch something from the monster, but he was sure that wasn't going to happen lest he wanted Professor Walker's attention. NOPE! Do not want.
Pulling out his notepad, he made a note to go to the jacking Maul to get another jacking button that matched his shirt. Then go to some sort of fabric place to get the right string to fix it. Another darn task ontop of his list of to-do's.
Oddly enough, Uru hasn't called Damien 'Demi' once since living with him. He had always been formal with his name calling (aside the occasional mocks).
"I'll get you back for this." He muttered, just low enough for the canine to hear.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 1:38 pm
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From the hallway, there was a gruff voice.
"Look, all I'm saying is that before we start sending students off into detention, we should make sure that they - Jacking hell -"
A well-muscled man with dark green, curled horns and white-blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail had just turned into the room, smacking straight into the overlarge creature that was taking up the majority of the unused space. Sputtering, the man swatted the pangolin's massive tail out of the way and wriggled past a desk to find the unamused dragon on the other side, near the blackboard.
"WALKER!" Professor Zephron bellowed, hands on his hips, an exasperated expression on the hellhound's sharply angled face. "What are you doing in here? You know this is my hour, right? You're supposed to be three doors down, in the room on the left."
Monstrobiology and Creature Management was crossed off the blackboard and Potions 102 - Finding Ingredients was scribbled above it instead.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 1:59 pm
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The pangolin's giant face turned, and it's tongue flicked out again to investigate the most recent arrival.
"Hmm?" Walker mused, and then a smile crept onto his face. "Yes, I see. It was hardly the room I expected." His voice was soft, and raspy like dried bones, but the large beast he commanded was suddenly watching him very intently. Walker gave it a casual 'shoo shoo' hand motion.
The icy creature began to back up, but it's scales caught on the door frame. There was a second of beady eyed confusion, and then it began turning around in the limited space afforded to it. With a loud clatter an empty desk was knocked over. A chair was sent skittering backwards when struck by a wayward claw. The creature curled around on itself, the long and scaled tail sliding into the room as the long nose started back out through the door.
"It is all yours, Professor," Walker said casually, and followed the giant beast out of the room.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 6:06 pm
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It seemed that the time for socializing had come to an end (thank Jack), though the vibrations in the floor had been quite alarming just before a professor waltzed into the room with...some strange creature of some sort trailing in behind him. Mathias was forced to lean far back in his front row seat lest he be accosted by a tail, claw, or long, tactile tongue, and his face scrunched up in disgust, a noise sounding in the back of his throat to voice his displeasure as well.
But barely a moment had passed and another professor invaded the now overcrowded room, and it was with a sigh of relief that Mathias was able to sit properly in his chair once more, his ears, which had gone quite rigid, turning forward to a more attentive position as he relaxed. Potions? That seemed preferable to creature management, in his opinion.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 6:28 pm
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The silence that followed was brief but deafening. Luckily, Hollandaise had been nowhere near the deskly victim, and all the exit serve to do was draw her out of her fantasyland.
"Ah," Hollandaise said softly, her eyes unfocused, dreamily half-lost in her own thoughts. "I had hoped it might come to fisticuffs." Between the two professors of course. It was not a very warder-ly wish - for violence- and she felt a tiny thread of guilt curl in her belly. But if stronger emotions had been displayed, well, it was a well-known fact that hate was exceedingly close to love. She thought. Hollandaise, not being experienced in love, or even much experienced in hate (there were exceptions to this), had merely hoped the two were harboring some terrible unspoken tendre for the other. Ah, well.
She looked around, only to discover that creeple had, of course, moved on to other pursuits while she had been lost in her daze. A frown plucked at the corners of her lips but this was not a new circumstance.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 9:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 9:42 am
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Brand was completely and blissfully ignoring both the chaos of the class and the unpleasantness between the one with the button and the one without a button-- in fact, he was having trouble qualifying who was whom at this point, and felt more than a little lightheaded. To Damien all he could manage was a contented "Demi, then. I do love to show off," and another of his smiles. He was honest, maybe? He was also super out of it.
Psychonauts, go figure.
It was very hard not to summon one of his knives and scratch away at the table in boredom, but instead he contented himself by swiping a fallen object on the floor and turning it into a coin so he could roll it across his knuckles again.
"Is it always like this? Hmmm, I wonder," was all he said, with a smile.
Honestly he had no idea. He was really new.
He was excited by the prospect of potions.
Amarus tilted her head, and adjusted her sitting position. Either she had no idea what was going on behind her (unlikely) or she honestly didn't care (a lot more probable). "Do you not feel weighed upon? Needled at? Burdened, torn apart, displaced, tired, lost-- gnawing in you?" she asked, listing off a number of possible definitions, pressing one hand lightly to her own chest and regarding Holly like a curious bird might.
"I would be very pleased," she said, with a smile that looked like it was made to cut. Her silver eyes lit up; the thrill of training someone to be stronger was what had motivated her to make Aegis Animus, after all.
Everyone should be at their best, because that was all that would save them when things became impossible and without hope. She had learned this too many times to count.
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