|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:28 pm
Percy Mikelovitch 
Percy blinked. Now that Tshila mentioned it, there was a slight breeze... "that's... well, fairly sort of marvelous." He said, astounded. "And you're really doing that? That's fascinating! ... I might know a card trick or two." He said sheepishly, shrugging. The idea that his condition could eventually become something that he could control was rather exciting to him, but he wanted to make sure that he didn't get his hopes up.
" so... what are we doing tonight?" He asked. "I'm not really used to... hanging out with people, so I'm not certain... I know how to play checkers." He joked. Honestly, he was a little nervous. That feeling you get when your extremely self aware of every action you make. Maybe he would be more comfortable after he switched...
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 10:54 pm
Tshila.Curari  "Well, you know, Djinn are desert creatures--all wind and sand. And fire. They say that Djinn were originally made from smokeless fire, so...yeah. Though there are some ice Ifrits out there, which is a little weird. But anyway," Tshila clasped her hands behind her back as she walked. "I don't really have a preference. If you want, we can just sort of hang out in my room or something."
"Oh hey! You know, you may need to sleep in my room anyway because I don't think you'll be able to get back to the boy's dorm tonight. Cause you have to look in a guy's eyes to turn back, right? And you won't be able to do that...and you can't sneak back in as a girl, then look in someone's eyes. Or, well, I guess you could but it might be kind of awkward."
"But if you're a girl, you can just sleep with me." She looked over at him curiously, wondering if he'd be okay with that. Because even if he was a girl at the time, and even if Penelope didn't care...well, when he became Percy he'd remember the whole thing--like, seeing her in her pajamas and things. And then he might care. And so she wasn't sure he'd agree. But she really didn't care one way or the other. "But if that's too much trouble, we can still just sneak out to the cafe! I don't mind either way."
|
|
|
|
|
|
Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:50 pm
Percy Mikelovitch Percy audibly swallowed. He hadn't thought about getting back into his dorm, but Tshila was right. It would be incredibly impractical to attempt changing back... probably for a while. He knew that as girl he wouldn't mind sleeping in Tshila's dorm, and that even when he changed back, he would remember the evening from his female persona's perspective, but as a boy... the concept rather scared him stiff... but he didn't feel like sneaking out to some cafe either. He was gonna have to make a choice eventually though.
He smiled at Tshila. "I don't mind either way... either. He said, though I dunno about trying to sneak out anywhere. I'm not exactly good at sneaking about... and," he continued. " I won't mind hanging around for the evening as long as I'm a girl... It's just kind of how my mind works... so yeah, its fine." He straightened and turned to her. "Go ahead, whenever you're ready." He said, smiling weakly. There wasn't anyone around, so better to get it over with sooner than later right?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:09 pm
Tshila.Curari "Alright, if you're sure!" Tshila said. "I just didn't want things to go all weird later!" When Percy turned to face her, she gently reached up and pulled him down to her level so she could easily look him in the eye. "Because, really, as much as I love hanging out with Penelope? I like hanging out with Percy, too. I don't want things to be awkward later on, know what I mean?"
After giving him a good, long look dead in the eye, she release him and looked away so he could change...privately? She had no idea if he even preferred that but in the end, it was kind of disturbing to watch his chest sort of swell up like water balloons anyway, so looking away was definitely for the best.
She was glad, at least, that he seemed certain there would be no awkwardness later. Though she was hoping he was right. Because there certainly seemed to be awkwardness between him and Satoru, based on Satoru's interactions with Penelope. And if the same thing happened with Tshila and Percy...well, she'd just give him a good ear boxing and tell him to get over it, really. But she hoped that he was right, and she wouldn't have to.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 1:22 pm
Penelope Mikelovitch
"Awkward?" Percy gasped, his voice cracking as it became higher. "My life is one big pile of awkward by this point." He clenched his teeth as he shifted into... well, a her. "Though it's nice to know that you don't care what I look like." Penelope said, exhaling heavily. "That's...kinda a new concept to me, actually."
She could see where Tshila was coming from though. The fact that she would remember tonight, even when she was Percy, seemed to be something that the girl was worried about, if only slightly. Well, Penelope was gonna have to qualm those worries. She smiled warmly as she began to formulate a proper explanation.
"Um... things shouldn't be awkward... the way I remember things doesn't change when I... well, change." She explained hesitantly. "Like... for example, when ah, Sutaro?... was... um, flirting with me," she pointed to herself. "I remember being flattered, embarrassed, and a little flustered." She blushed at the description. "...okay, a lot flustered. But that's how I remember it as a boy as well." She looked at her shoes, trying hard to form a reassuring explanation without telling Tshila her life story. Which was rather difficult, seeing as she hadn't had anyone to really explain this sort of thing to before. "But..." She continued. "I also remember feeling annoyed, belittled, and extremely awkward when he continued to flirt with me... as a boy." She shrugged. "So... I guess as long as you don't ask me to make out or something we should be fine!"
It took her a half second to realize just how extremely awkward her last statement was, and she clapped a hand over her mouth as if in an attempt to catch the words that had already left her. She blushed again, and shoved her hands into her pockets. "N-not that you would want to of course! It was just an example albeit a rather awkward one I swear I wasn't trying to imply anything or anything like that!" She said hurriedly. She blushed deeper and stared hard at the laces on her shoes. "...Sorry..." She said. "...But yeah. Shouldn't be too awkward."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 4:12 pm
Tshila.Curari "Why would I care?" Tshila asked, still befuddled by this. "A nice person is a nice person. It doesn't matter how they look or what gender they are." She started to lead Penelope out of the building, glancing back to grin and add teasingly, "It's nice to know I can ask Percy to make out with me and it won't be a problem."
She started out of the school and to the dorm. "I have to admit your transformation ability is a lot more complex than mine. The only thing I can do is change my body. Who I am, what I like, how I see things--all that stays the same. Though, the first time I changed into a male was a little awkward. Different plumbing and all that. It was a little creepy. In any case, I don't do it much."
"I guess...well, I guess my power is more geared toward mimicking others and I don't have much need for that, know what I mean? Anyway! Enough about that. So tell me about the things you like besides, you know, music and stuff!"
[exit]
|
|
|
|
|
|
Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 6:40 pm
Penelope Mikelovitch "It's not so much that people care whether I'm male or female, they care that I don't stay that way." She paused. "...I'm sure he... I... wouldn't, but see, nothing to worry about! I'm rather impartial to that whole concept as of right now... though I might have passed out if you'd have said that earlier." She laughed. "And I get the whole plumbing thing... though I've kinda gotten used to it by now... its really interesting to find someone who has an ability that's even remotely close to mine." She said as she followed Tshila to the dorm. "...that's never happened before... so... if you wanted to you could look like me?"
Tshila's question caught Penelope off guard. It really shouldn't have, but it was so... normal in regards to the things they had been previously discussing. "Um... I'm kind a nerd." She admitted sheepishly. I've watched a lot of anime, read a lot of manga and played a lot of video games.... but that's not all I like to do! ...I like going to the beach! But I don't do that very often... not really a fan of bathing suits... yeah... mostly stuff that's only fun when youre by yourself..." she trailed off awkwardly. "Um! What kind of stuff do you do for fun?" She asked.
(Exit)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:22 pm
   .:l Bailey “Briar” Appleton l:.
”Happiness makes up in height
for what it lacks in length.”
- Robert Frost
The trip from the forest to the school was a long one, and Briar was simply not good when it came to things that involved a lot of stamina. Still, he persevered. He just had to, or else he would fail at being a man! Of course, on his way, he had to make a few many stops to catch his breath. Oh, man. He was getting to be like his dad wasn't he? As much as he loved and respected his father, Briar couldn't afford to be out of shape. He needed to fit that perfect knightly image for Murren, and what kind of knight would he be if he was keeling over from this pod.
As Briar lugged the capsule down the hallway, he paused. Were those footsteps he heard? Nah. Of course not. He started dragging the capsule again, but he heard the same noise again. Oh, no! Someone was onto him! Quick! He needed to hide it, but where? Um. Um. UM! He got it! Briar focused all his energy into lifting the capsule and promptly threw it through a door (machine shop). There. All better. Wait, what happened to the footsteps? He glanced around, and.... nothing was seen except drag marks he'll clean that up later from that contraption.
Oooooh, so the noises came from him dragging that thing around? That... made sense. What about the pod though?! Was it still shiny!?
”I failed to make the chess team
because of my height.”
- Woody Allen
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:48 pm
Susan Chang After being idle all weekend, Susan entered into the hallways. She wanted to be early to class and decided to go to the hallways. No one was there so she jsut strolled aroud and remembered the toilet duty she had during study hall.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 7:38 pm
Susan ChangFinally it was time for class. Art class. Susan dusted off her dress and went to the art classroom making sure not to be late.
[EXIT]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
|
Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 4:56 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye... Angela was helping decorate the halls, like all the other students in Rosentale. Parents would be coming to visit the school soon, so everyone was helping prepare. To be honest, she was dreading the whole thing but she figured it would be something of a reprieve from everything that had been going on. And...maybe she could ask Etienne for advice. Maybe. If he wasn't being annoying.
At any rate, she was hanging streamers along one side of the hall, but was too lazy to find a ladder, so she was hanging them about has high as she could reach standing on her toes. It looked stupid, but she didn't care. Her hands were still sore, her arms were sore, her legs were sore. Her back and shoulders were sore. And apparently she'd been hit by a piece of wood or metal from when she destroyed the practice dummy the other day, and had a bandage on her left cheek from the cut that had ensued.
All in all, she was in bad shape.
And yet there she was, stapling colorful celebratory decorations on the wall like a dutiful student. She sighed deeply and slammed her hand down on the stapler, attaching yet another foot of streamer. She hoped this stupid event went smoothly and her father didn't embarrass her too badly.Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 5:58 pm
Marcellin "ROSE" Bellerose
"Life is a rose, beware of the thorns." ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤ At this point, Rose's depression had gotten to the point that there was practically a dark cloud hovering over his head wherever he went. He was trying his best not to be so gloomy, but it just got too difficult, especially after narrowly escaping from a kidnap attempt by a certain terrifying female... or male, if he decided to believe Morgan. He still wasn't exactly sure. It wasn't just Mr. Gray leaving that caused his depression though. It was a combination of that, knowing his father was coming by for Family Week to see his horrible cousin, and the fact that he was finally starting to grasp how antisocial he had become because of his fear or more than half of the people in the school. He either needed to get help, or become a hermit for the rest of his life.
But all of that could wait. Even though he was dreading the 'celebration' or whatever it was, he still had to help decorate. He figured he could just ditch the rest of the day afterwards so he could avoid any confrontations from anyone in his family. He noticed the girl who helped him deface the art classroom putting up streamers, making sure to stay a good distance away from her. It was... weird how low she was putting the decorations, but it didn't bother him too much. He usually did things halfassed too. He just gave her a brief wave before getting to work stapling up streamers on the other side of the hall, reluctantly putting it about the same height as hers so she wouldn't have to fix it. ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Marshmallow
|
Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:17 pm
gﾑd && รคภเ   Family week was coming up and everyone should know what that meant! Searching on Google various ways to make the soon-to-come MILFs and DILFs happy! ..Or it did for Sani, at least. What could he say? He didn't have any real parents coming to visit, so all he could see this as was a chance to try to get into some lonely housewife's (or husband's~) pants. It distracted him from Gad's all too depressing inquiries on whether parents could be wished into existence. Probably could, but, eh, Sani wasn't going to risk having to make another creepy living puppet for someone's enjoyment. The boy had a few boundaries, after all. He sat on Gad's shoulders, resting his head on the man's head as they walked down the halls to figure out where all the decorating was taking place. He had wanted to stay inside and finish his research, but Gad insisted they go help everyone out – the man had even put on his plastic-wrap suit so he could touch people and everything without worries! Besides, after the hours and twenty-four rolls of plastic-wrap they wasted on wrapping the man up, Sani would have found it too much of a waste to stay cooped up anyway.
“Hey!” He chimed out as he finally saw a pair of students stapling things to the walls. The boy slid down Gad's back and went over to join – the prude? “Heeeey, princess, long time, no see! ...Is this everyone?” Two people? He glanced over at the blondie and gave a friendly wave before returning his attention to prudish princess. “You'll be thankful for my help then! I even brought our own personal stepladder – say hi, Gad.” He patted the man who glanced at the girl and muttered a quick, “...Hi.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:28 pm
  Misaki Shinonome ______________________________ Misaki was helping with decorations in her lonely emo corner. It's not like she was moping or anything. She was just kind of working and when she was working, she had little taste for chatting. Her aunt and uncle were coming. How was she going to prove that this place was dreadful? Her letters were all about how terrible the place was, but if they're coming here, they'll just find nice people and a clean building.
So Misaki was in a bit of a gloom. She couldn't go home at this rate and she would be stuck with other creatures and be forced or brainwashed into accepting them. She didn't want to! That would... that would definitely dishonor her parents' memory. She couldn't do that at all!
Crack. Damn. She... she just punched the wall, didn't she? She got a poster and quickly covered it up.
There.
Misaki noticed a tall giant walking around and that boy! They were the ones that had kidnapped that one kid that Misaki couldn't really remember at the moment. She'll keep an eye-- Were they talking to Angela? Misaki actually liked Angela. She was one of Misaki's very, very, VERY few friends in the school. She was not letting these kidnappers kidnap her friend.
Darn perverted men. Misaki should probably shove her gloomy feelings back and try to be sociable. For Angela's sake. "Yeah. The help would be great. Do you mind if I team up with you too, Angela?" Misaki asked, completely ignoring Sani because... she just knew she would be curt with them since they did not give her a good impression when she first met them.______________________________
|
|
|
|
|
|
Young Master Oz Vessalius Crew
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
|
Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:42 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...
"Don't call me that," Angela muttered, barely look at Sani as she finished stapling the edge of the streamer. She turned to look at him and Gad, giving the tall man ( was he wearing plastic wrap??) a tired smile before shooting Sani an annoyed look. "Maybe you like stepping all over others, but I don't."
She pushed past him, not in the mood, really, to deal with him. "If you'd really like to help, that welcome banner needs to be hung, and I can't reach even if I stand on a chair. And I think the only ladder was taken down to the gym. I'm sure, um, Gad? Can help you..."
She was a little surprised when Misaki joined them, and perked up a little. "Ah...yeah. I don't mind. I haven't seen you in a while. how have you been?"Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
