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 Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:45 am
"..." Roch stared at the teacher for a long, long moment before uttering two words he really wouldn't have thought went with the situation. "Sex ed." Which, dude, had the teacher been anything other than a ghost, would have been downright hysterical to the boil, because, seriously, eating students? Before a sex ed class?
That was just twisted!
But--"She freakin' terrifies me," he whispered to the other boil, still looking quite pale. "She was talkin' bout eating her own scarelings, too. Everyone's gonna learn to be a cannibal." Then he looked at Demi. "And you stay the jack away from my fingers," he added.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 12:43 pm
Damien shushed the punk boil with a hand over his mouth hastily. "Quiet you, before the instructor puts her attention on us!" He really didn't want to gain Nurse Crickets attention, either good nor bad. "Frankly your not the only one she puts on edge." he whispered back in response, keeping his feet well elevated above the floor just in case.
Since when did a sex ed class become so life threatening, he only thought it would kill a budding social life, not his real one.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:17 pm
Cady noticed someone ELSE she recognized from Open House - it was Ash, the banshee girl! She must have been accepted too! She waved frantically to Ash, nearly falling out of her seat. Yes, Sax Ed was definitely the best class to take. She wondered how Ash would play the sax, though.
"So like, if you play the saxophone do you put the mouth bit to your mouth or your neck? Cause that would be kind of weird!"
Her rumination was interrupted when the ghost lady she assumed was the teacher decided to cough up...A student? Cady watched, fascinated, as the boil got up and walked back to his seat, looking somewhat disoriented. She leaned over the other side of her seat to whisper to the boil. "PSSSST. HEY. DID YOU KNOW- YOU'RE LIKE. GLOWING."
Then the instructor started talking about pumpkins. This was the weirdest saxophone class ever. She didn't see a single sax anywhere.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:42 pm
Nodding slowly, Bul was able to turn his attention away from Seiji to look at Cady who'd just began to whisper to him.
"What are you-" he began then looked down at his arm as it radiated a glow most unnatural. <******** THAT'S COOL!" With a grin stretched ear to ear Bul covered a spot on his arm and leaned close to see if it was even more luminescent in the dark- and of course it was. "Wonder if I sweat it glows red..." he muttered, of course referring to his FEAR-kind of sweat. It was kind of awesome for once Bul felt almost ghost-like.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:55 pm
"Quite a disappointment." Aisa remarked, although you weren't sure of she was remarking on taste, Cricket's lack of digesting him or the fact that the young student had been regurgitated back up into reality, like one taking a saliva-coated candy out of their mouth. But all you knew was that the intense interest had faded quickly, almost instantly, as if dousing a fire with a bucket of water.
As Cricket proceeded to explain the lesson and morale of today's events, that left the horsewomen to .. Well, do essentially nothing. The lecture was rather long in Aisa's view but anything longer than ten seconds was rather long. In ten seconds, she was sure that at least two ghouls or boils could die. The time it took to lecture over weighing the time a person could meet their demise? Completely and utterly preposterous... Although, in the lecture's defense, it was much faster than a slow death. Cricket got to the point, which Aisa appreciated. But even that wasn't enough to have kept her in the class, her interest having dived into the negative temperature below zero .. She might have even walked out and left. Until Cricket proposed Aisa to come up for a demonstration. Immediately, the horsewomen's eyes slanted in interest, her small mouth curved into a sly smile.
"Oh, you know just how I like it, Cricket." Aisa stood, her hips moving side to side with the gait of a seasoned ghoul. It wasn't long before she leaned against the desk housing those horrendous pumpkins, taking Cricket's pumpkin with gloved hands. Both hands rubbed the pumpkin, fingers running over it's smooth but unsteady texture. It was just about the right size and texture as lovely as a skull.
"Cricket may eat her offspring. Me? Well, the balance of fear must be dealt with properly." Her emphasis on the word rang with an implied finality. Wait, what, finality?
"Like me and my daughter here .. Quite the rebellious girl. One of us might actually slip up and.."
Perhaps, if several students looked closely, they might have seen the orange plant quivering for an instant-- until the next instant, where an explosion of orange and yellow bits formed in the center of the room. It interrupted all conversations with a loud "BANG," exploding in their ears with a resonance of overdone fear. Sticky liquid and .. was that corpse remnants? Whatever the soft mushy pieces were, it had scattered through the students in front of the room and some through the middle.
Miraculously, none seemed to be on Cricket.
Aisa licked a piece that remained on her hand, her smile unchanging. "A bit overdone." She listed, purple eyes surveyed the room. Whether she meant herself or the taste wasn't as important as the fact, it was obvious who had slipped up in this "delicate relationship" here. While it was obvious Aisa didn't eat her children .. Well, one couldn't say what she might do wasn't much better.
"The flavor of death would be much sweeter if I simmered it." She murmured wistfully, her black bangs curled around her face as she stared down at the pumpkin.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 2:19 pm
Oh, Jack help her, Riley was going to burst from happiness. Her heart was ready to burst, and it would look a lot like the beautiful display Aisa had just performed in front of the class, if she wasn't careful. The sight of a pumpkin exploding in her hands was akin to watching a flower blossom. Riley rested her head on her arm, which laid out against the desk, and she sighed wistfully.
This was the best class she'd ever taken in Amityville so far.
Ooh, look. Pumpkin bits. Riley's tentacle poked at the bloody pile that landed on her desk curiously. Her eyes were locked on Aisa, following her every movement. Whoever that was, Riley wanted to know her. And possibly be best friends with her. And, even more possibly, destroy pumpkins with her.
Life was good.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 2:33 pm
Junko was struck silent by the lecture. Bul being vomited, Cricket saying she was going to eat children. THE HORSEWOMAN JUST EXPLODED A BABY.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 2:55 pm
Oh, look. Snacks. She wasn't sure where the pumpkin had come from, or why it turned into... less than pumkiny bits.
Or what this had to do with saxophones.
Nevertheless, she licked a bloody bit of formerly-pumpkin from her cheek. Yum! She raised her hand then, looking around the room. "Hi, um, I just wanted to know, um, is this Sax Ed? Only I haven't seen any saxophones, you know, aren't they like, knobby brass things? Thank you!" She put her hand back down. She was pretty sure that was what you had to do to talk During Class. Had class even started? This school thing was really weird.
She scraped a few more bits of pumpkin-tissue from her desk with a claw and chewed at it idly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 3:11 pm
Mot returned the hug give to him by Lizzy, settling in and listening to her conversation with her friends.. until the hissing started.
And a student was eaten.
And a student was puked.
And a baby was exploded.
Throughout the events that occurred, Mot's jaw dropped further and further down. Well, until the exploding baby, when it snapped shut. No guts in mouth ktnx.
What the Jack was with this class? To think he almost missed it. Wait, was that good or bad?
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 3:15 pm
Roch shoved the hand covering his mouth off, then promptly kept his mouth closed as the pumpkin exploded and the idiot girl from Open House talked about saxophones or something. At least he had Demi and Danny, he thought, then promptly wondered if that was really comforting.
The teacher was insane, the assistant teacher was insane, too. Yay. What a great way to start out what was supposed to be merely embarrassing as hell. He reached up as something slid down his forehead, covering his eye. And he was, he thought blandly, covered in pumpkin and blood.
Yeah, great class, he thought, flicking off the pumpkin with a look of disgust. He hoped he hadn't gotten any blood or pumpkin guts in his hair.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 3:44 pm
Before Bul could ever recover from discovering his new super power he was pelted with squishy little bits of something now unrecognizable. For a moment he resisted licking it off on account of the last time he ingested anything in this room he payed for it.
Still, the half beast couldn't resist licking the remnants of it off of his face- his tongue glowing from his earlier incident. He had failed to see how the pumpkin was the horseman's uh.. daughter from the outside and what remained of the inside just looked taste.
Cady's remark however resulted in a face palm. "Not unless there's scareling saxophones.." he blurted out in response then wiped some of the guts still in his hair. It was too... moist to remain there.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:02 pm
The remenants of Aisa's pumpkin didn't linger for long. A soft hissing sound could be heard beneath the murmurs of disbelief in the classroom as the pieces of pumpkin began to fizzle and fade away. Those watching or staring in disbelief at the vegtable-like fruit pieces of remains would witness the edges fading away. The pieces were disappearing, reforming into the barely detectable pieces of Fear that made up anything and everything in Halloween.
In less than three heartbeats, the exploded former minipet pumpkin was gone, having transformed into Fear. Even the sticky bits that landed in other people's hair was gone. In fact, no trace of Aisa's destruction remained.
All in all, it was as if nothing happened. Even if the desks were licked later, there would be a distinct lack of pumpkin-taste. The only thing left to taste would be the bittersweet tears of previous year students who were flunked in this class.
Or is it the taste of Cricket's insects? You better not lick again. Why did you even lick it in the first place?! No wonder you're taking classes from the Nurse, but I highly doubt you'll find a self-diagnostics for 'obsessive table-licking compulsion' disorder here in a Sex-Ed class.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:05 pm
The lecture was boring, really. The barfing up of Bul seemed to be a relief to Deacon, though. Not to say that he had anticipated to never see the fellow student again, but... Deacon could only imagine that not being subjected to the horror of being digested was a kind mercy on Cricket's part.
The display that soon followed involving a rather unfortunate pumpkin, however, actually brought a grin to the boil's face and a throaty laugh that he simply could not contain.
"I was going to ask if smashing pumpkins was an effective form of birth control... I guess that answers that."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:11 pm
Scareling Saxophones? This took a moment to register. Was this not Sax Ed? What else could it be? Well, what sounded like sax?
...Oh.
Cady blinked a few times. "Is this... Is this a class about where scarelings come from? Because Gladys never really told me besides something about Pumkins and Naughty Things and prancing around in your Under Were and, and..." she trailed off, suddenly assaulted by yet another thought. So many, in such a short span of time. "But then how was you being thrown up part of the lesson- oh jack." She eyed him balefully. He was WAY to big to be the instructor's...she couldn't even complete the thought. Scarelings just didn't get vomited up fully grown. That would be too weird.
"Are you going to eat that, because if you don't I will, it's really tasty," she asked, changing the subject to something she felt less conflicted about. She gestured at the pumpkin gore he'd wiped out of his hair - right as it disappeared. How disappointing.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:15 pm
Silently Mitsu had watched the horsewoman make her way up front as Ms. Cricket called for her. The lycan had no idea what was going to happen at this point but she was going to pay attention. She was afraid to invoke whatever wrath the teacher might have for students who didn't pay attention. That and she really didn't want to do badly in another class. She didn't know if she could handle Mr. Adolphus being upset with her again.
Whatever Mitsu was imagining it hadn't been that she would soon find her mask covered with pumpkiny bits. To say she was startled was an understatement, her claws digging into the desk to the point it was carving up pieces of wood. W...what had just happened?
The wolf girl started to reach up a shaky hand to wipe away the sticky goo of demolished pumpkin but it had slowly started to fade away on its own. Her hand touched nothing but her own mask, not even a slight residue remaining. Now...that was strange.
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