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 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:43 pm
 This is Perigor. Terror. Mischief-maker. Menace. All of these are adequate ways to describe him. He's gotten in trouble before--oh yes, he has. He hasn't been expelled yet, though, because for the most part his trouble has been relatively benign. "Relatively" being the operative word. He hasn't hurt anyone yet--not seriously, anyway. Bruises from flicked rubber bands don't count. He hasn't bullied anyone, just generally made them angry. It's sort of funny to see them get manipulated like that. But he hasn't made fun of someone because of their race, or, for that matter, because of any other thing about them. He's made fun of them because they were angry? But not because of their gender or their house or what they are. You may have guessed from this that he has no friends.
You may also have guessed from this that he speaks in the third person. Because yes, he does that, too. It's one of the many reasons he has no friends, because on top of being a menace, a mischief-maker, and a terror, Perigor is weird. And he's crazy.
And he's evil. He can't let anyone forget that. Because most people are too polite to tell him to his face.
Today was the first day of November. Haunted Hallows had come and gone, which meant that the rest of the year was the sucky part. Perigor sighed, feet resting on one of his many Pumpkas. Soon it would be all snowy and boring and wintery, and he hated winter. It was just so cold, and dark. It made everything go all funny, and people put out dumb perfumes that didn't smell like licorice. Instead, everything was cinnamon this and peppermint that, and it was all so boring. It was even...oh, dare he say it? It was freaking boring! Haha! He'd said it!
About the only good thing about it was snowballs. He wondered if he could throw a good snowball this year. He scooped up a handful of leaves and mashed them together until they fell apart. "Hey, you, Top Hat!" he shouted. "Catch!" He threw the wad of damp leaves towards a dark freshling walking down the path. The leaves fell apart inches from his fingers and gently drifted onto his ankles. "Go on!" he shouted, as if he hadn't noticed. "Catch!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 9:36 pm
Fall... it was pretty enough down here, he supposed. The changing colors of the leaves were certainly entertaining enough. But it was still too warm. He wanted snow. Preferably yesterday. But enough moping about what he wanted and what was different. This was... not home, but it was where he lived now and he'd just have to get used to it. Sort of. Alright, he'd just have to tolerate it until he could return home.
He'd decided that going for a walk might help alleviate some of the restlessness he was feeling, but... well, apparently that had been a mistake. He instinctively turned at the shouting of "top hat" and just so happened to turn in time to see the failed leaf ball fall apart just after it had been "launched" into the air towards him. What... was that nonsense? He blinked, then stiffly held up a hand even though nothing was coming at him. Was this some southerner thing? A southern... litch? Thing? No, the kid had a tail and horns, they weren't full litch.
"What was that." Despite his best efforts the question came out as more of a statement. Flat. Perhaps a bit sour. And one-hundred percent confused. A rare state of mind for him to show.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 5:31 pm
Well, phooey. That wasn't the response that Perigor had wanted at all. Frick. He dusted the leaves off of his legs and peered at the other freshling. Now that he could see him from the front, Peri could see that the other Freshling was a Litch. Peri blinked. Litches weren't...rare. They were supposed to be one of the most populous races in all of Below. But it still wasn't common to see one around campus. And they always seemed to be diluted with something--with a Fallen or with a Geist or with a Baphomet or something. But no, this kid was a real frickin' Litch, pure-blooded. Not a drop of anything else in him. That instantly caught the hybrid's attention. He knew he wasn't much of a Litch--even if his own ear showed that he suffered from their congenawhatever illness--but he still was quite fascinated by those mysterious relatives...
Anyway, Peri liked making people upset, but only if they did the big blowing up thing and screamed a lot. But this guy just gave him this flat look and this flat stare and it...wasn't really what Peri wanted. Or expected. Peri stood up, his pumpka floating along behind him. He circled the other freshling, peering at him, before finally returning to his original spot. "It was a dumb idea. I was trying to make you mad." He shrugged. "It was a leaf ball! Kind of like a snowball, only way better because it has more colors. And way worse. 'Cause it sucks at sticking together. Are you a real Litch, or a hybrid like me?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:25 pm
The hybrid seemed disappointed. Did they really think the leaf throwing would work? Prometheus found himself narrowing his eyes a little, though as soon as he'd caught on he stopped the action. No, this wasn't really the time to look upset. He wasn't, just... Confused. He thought, anyway. It wasn't an emotion he was particularly used to, but it seemed to be popping up a lot at this school. That he wasn't particularly pleased about... The answer to his question was far less than satisfying.
He'd tried to make him mad? Goodness. That was a poor attempt at inciting anger. Honestly, Parodia could to better and he hadn't even known her for very long. "Thet was not a good attempt at it." He spoke slowly, measuring his words, but still slipped up on the "a" sound. Ah well. The kid probably wouldn't even notice it. "You would have to wet it, or something." He nodded, then tilted his head just slightly. A real Litch?
"Yes, I am a full-blooded Litch. Why do you ask?" He blinked slowly, mentally running over the various reasons why this hybrid would want to know such a thing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 9:48 pm
Those dark eyes narrowed, but then relaxed. That cemented it, as if it wasn't fricking cemented already--he had failed, miserably, to anger the Litch. Not that it mattered anymore, anyway. Because now Peri wanted to engage the Litch for an entirely different reason. He had questions, so many questions! He had to ask them all, get answers. Who would know better than a real, actual, Litch? With an accent and everything? Accents meant authenticity, after all. So he was definitely gonna be the real deal. It wasn't a bad accent, either--it was surprisingly easy to understand. Accents were supposed to be, like, super hard to understand, right? And yet, the stuff the purple kid said made perfect sense.
Except for the wetting thing. He quirked an eyebrow at the other freshling. "Naaaaah," he said. "Even wetting it couldn't get it to stick together. I woulda done better to fold up a leaf into a throwing star and throw it at your face. Then I might have actually hit something. But nope, I'm crazy and stupid and didn't think of that. I ask because that's not too common, y'know?" Peri shrugged. "Most Litches don't hang out down here in Euros. They say they're super common, but I don't see many around school. Just a few in Enoch and the odd one in Eldritch. Are you from Boreas? 'Cause if you're in Boreas, pull up a soft rock, I've got a lot of questions for you, and I'm going to be super hecka annoying until you answer them." He beamed at the Litch. It was all true!
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 11:25 pm
This kid - whoever they were - was quite energetic... and not necessarily in a way that Prometheus enjoyed. There were the energetic types that could control themselves, and then there were... people like this. Who talked a mile a minute and asked far too many questions at once. Well, it wasn't like he could escape immediately anyway, he'd made the mistake of responding to his initial "greeting." He sighed internally, telling himself that he should be more careful about what he reacted to in the future...
"A throwing star..." He narrowed his eyes just slightly- would that even be possible? And what kind of child just declared themself to be crazy? Or stupid, for that matter. Clearly this one was damaged somehow. A shame, considering their heritage. But they clearly took more from their demon parent than their litch parent. "And... that is true, we prefer Boreas. It is too warm here." He shifted his weight, confusion only growing as the kid kept on with their rambling. He might as well just wait until they were done.
"Yes, I am from Boreas. End thet is not how you are supposed to esk questions." Despite his best efforts, he slipped up a little more, perhaps it was the confusion taking its toll. Either way, he was locked in, he didn't exactly want to be followed around for the rest of the day... So, with another internal sigh, he found a place to sit and sat down. "Alright. What is it you are wanting to know?" Besides, this could be a good opportunity to let another litch - well, half litch - know what they were missing from their homeland.
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