[Monster] Raziel's Dorm

[Naked Satan]

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Raziel sighed. The last thin he wanted to do was attend a dance. He hated dancing and never understood why girls fawned over the idea of a bunch of people being hot and sweaty in a dank room with bad food and strange music. Oh well. So far Raziel hadn't met anyone, so he figured he might as well put up a personal and see where it went from there..

Bellforge

It'd been a coincidence that Onibi had found himself back at the personals board. Really. Or curiosity, perhaps, as he held the lantern up higher to get a better look at the cards currently posted.

It was stupid, really, and he didn't have any particular want to go to the moonlight masque, silly monster festival it was. Yet here he was, fiddling with the edge of a card belonging to a student he'd never seen in his life. Not that he'd met many students anyway -- something about being unapproachable. Whatever. It's no like he'd enrolled in order to make friends to begin with.

It was hard to ignore the other students excitement though, and even the demon dorms were buzzing with chatter over the festival. He wondered if they even realised it was a lowly monster festival, or if they'd completely forgotten themselves in the face of their eagerness.

...

Making sure no one was looking, Onibi pulled Raziels card from the board, pocketing it -- and were it to be mentioned the hypocrisy of his thoughts on the festival and his choice in (potential) partner you'd be sure to be ignored.

As a second thought he tore 'his' card from under Lens off as well. Just in case. And he's sure his haunted scissors would have a fun time in disposing of it.

Naked Satan

Raziel had been absent-mindedly walking around the campus for the better part of the day when he found himself back at the ridiculous personals billboard. Having nothing better to do, he looked at some of the other ads posted.

Being not overly tall himself, Raz noticed two cards posted right next to each other at the very bottom of the board. A young girl it seemed had posted a card, probably not understanding the exact purpose for the personals. Poor child. It seems that the second card was made by an older student that also didn't realize that the young one had no idea about the dance.

He also noticed several cards that looked rather strange, as though that person had not written it themselves. Raziel didn't know anybody well enough yet to even begin contemplating making a card for someone else.

After a good couple minutes looking the board over, Raz realized his card was gone. With a puzzled look on his face, he looked on the ground to see if the card had fallen there. When he didn't see it, Raz checked to make sure it hadn't been posted under someone else's card. When he still couldn't find it, Raz tapped his chin in thought before shrugging and leaving a second card;

And with that, Raziel left the board again, this time to go to his room and stay there until this mysterious person showed up.

 

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new art!
 

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Raziel is enrolled in four classes and has new RPs!  

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lots of new art, and Raziel has gone on a train ride with lots of the other students!  

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Solo


Raziel paced back and forth in his room. He had met this new ghoul recently and it was unlike anything he had ever felt. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on in all honesty. He had been with other boils before and it felt right, he guessed. Now he wasn’t even sure. He liked boils, a lot, but there was something about this ghoul that had him going.

Something about her transfixed him and he found himself discovering ways that he might get to see her and talk to her. She probably thought he was a total creep the way he came up behind her the other day in the halls. Though they had gotten lunch afterwards and had a sort of impromptu picnic. That was fun… And she had asked a rather out of the blue question. Or was it really that random? Could she have been trying to find out whether he liked boils or ghouls? Raziel could feel the backs of his ears heating up and turning red. He had to stop pacing and cool down for a moment. He tapped his foot for a moment before he threw himself onto his bed. With his face buried in the pillow he grumbled loudly complaining about what to do and how to go any further and what was going on with him. He wasn’t even sure how to go about answering any of these questions.

As Raziel pulled his own brain apart in an attempt to solve his personal mysteries, he remembered the other ghoul he had met recently, Xiu. She had been so nice and so helpful, she seemed to know all the right questions to ask so that he could find out what he was looking to know. She was such a nice ghoul and he had been rather rude to her at first, but at least he thanked her in the end, right? Raziel thought about it for a bit longer before he hopped back down off his bed.

Sitting at his desk, Raziel pulled out a clean sheet of paper and a pen. He was going to write down his questions and things. He was going to try to become better friends with Xiu because she was smart and could help him if he had a problem. She was great, and even though he barely knew the ghoul, he had decided it was so. He was going to make sure she was okay with being his best friend and then he was going to ask her if he could tell her some secrets and get her help. Simple, right? Probably not, nothing ever was that simple.

Looking back down at the paper, Raziel had written nothing so far. He sighed heavily. He had been with boils. In fact, he had been with Calder before coming to Amityville, and that had gone over not very well at all. In retrospect, Raziel thought to himself, it could have been doomed from the start. What if he had never really been into boils as much as he thought he was? He groaned loudly, this was unbelievably annoying, and he was getting absolutely no where. Leaning back in the chair, Raziel thought about his other adventures with boils. There really hadn’t been very many, and none of them had gone on for very long or been serious at all. It seemed now to him that they were mostly superficial.

Raziel sat straight up in his chair, his back straight as a plank, that was it! He had never really liked boils, they had just been a sort of place maker, something to tide him over, fill a hole. All his life he had never gotten any sort of love from his brothers or his father. They had always picked on him, put him down and just overall treated him like trash. They were still a loving family, but he never had hugs or good physical contact with them. They weren’t abusive by any stretch of the imagination, they were just… well, them. It all made sense now; he had been trying to fill that hole within himself with the boils that he got with. But they were never able to really be anything real to him because he was searching in all the wrong places.

Suddenly, Raziel remembered about the Monster Masquerade from the first while that he had been at Amityville. He thought of Onibi and the short time they spent together before he never heard from Onibi again. Others had known though, they had known of the short-lived relationship because it was a bit odd to begin with. A monster and a demon? Almost unheard of at the time. He sighed, this time with a bit of sadness. It was hard to change others’ perceptions of you once they had them, and this was a very big, important perception that Raziel now wanted nothing more than to change. Oh how would he be able to do it? How?

The only thing he could think of now was to find Xiu.  

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