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The demon rolled his eyes as Nuk caught the helmet and looked at him so smugly, wanting to punch that smirk off of his face. He bared his teeth when the skinwalker taunted him, starting towards him. "You better watch your mouth, monster, or I'll shove it right up your center," he snarled, pausing instead to catch the bruteball, making sure to avoid the fangs. He proceeded to ignore Nuk, as the boil wasn't worth it whilst there were recruits around. Speaking of which, he glanced over at Bul as he heard his familiar voice, pleased that he'd come.

"Sup, man? Glad you made it out," he greeted the monster with as much warmth as Nuk had. The incubus knew he would probably be a key player, unless someone with crazier legs showed up. Besides, Nuk was clearly fond of the boil. The way he insisted on slipping a jab in at Altair made him bristle again. He started to open his mouth when Danny cut in, and he paused, flinching visibly when she addressed him as 'pretty'.

But by now the rate of arrivals was stepping up, and the incubus raised an eyebrow at how many Nuk seemed to know. Then again, that guy cared about things like student council. Nonetheless, Altair acknowledged them when they did him, and hoped to offset the nickname 'pretty boil' before it spread. There'd be plenty of time for them to get to know him properly. He was going to whip their asses-- they just didn't know it yet. Unless they were Jove. He wasn't sure how he felt about the ghouls. He'd been shown that gender didn't determine strength, but the incubus had a definite bias, and he would take it no easier on them. Unless they were really cute. But did cute ghouls really go out for bruteball? He'd have to see...

"Hmmm, I coulda sworn Amityville had more masochists than this. Did some of the sign-ups p***y out?" Altair smirked as he surveyed the group gathering on the field, tossing the snarling bruteball up in the air and catching it leisurely, even as it squirmed in its effort to bite.

Tro received a nod of approval from Bul as he arrived to the field. He knew to steer clear of the steed in any scrimmage or risk getting his limbs shattered, if his tackle at Open House was anything to go by!

Jove was one of the last boils Bul expected to see on the field but he had known better than to assume the wisp unfit for anything he did especially after the cove and swimming lessons. Strong came in all sorts of shapes and sizes and as far as he was concerned Jove was bigger than him.

Smirking at Demi, Bul stuck his tail out in attempts to trip the other as a playful revenge for the pup. "Sup, Seijiiii" the half beast bore his sharp teeth in delight to see his brotha. "You and I are gonna tear up this field."

Calder had heard about Bruteball in the very simplest of terms. It was a game involving some form of catch, running down a field, and lots of boils in tight outfits. When he found out there would be some ghouls, it didn't lessen his drive to try out. With the failure in joining Fitness club and the resistance he received, he decided this was his next best option to becoming strong. And well, if anything, he'd see a lot of his fellow students - hopefully shirtless.

Waking up early didn't bother him at all. Growing up with no electricity, you woke when the sun rose and usually napped when it got dark. Well, Calder did like sleeping in, and he had been having a few long nights training in the nearby river, he woke up and took a quick dip and after a change of clothes, arrived on the field with a slow trot. His hair was pulled up into a high pony tail and was still dripping, but that didn't bother him any. The air was still fragrent with a sense of chilled air, and he flicked his braided tail a few times at the sensation. Maybe after practice he'd seen if there was any fish-head stew prepared in the cafeteria.

When he arrived, he saw Nuk, and off all the people, he wasn't shirtless this time. Strange. Beside him was a boil he never saw before in passing but didn't know, yet he did sport a lovely pair of horns that shined beautifully in the autumn glow of morning. Sleek, smooth, not ridged like Barth's or Jericho's.

Smiling, he looked at the group. "Good mornin, all."

The grin that had quickly settled across Nuk's face grew as he noticed Petro trotting across the field towards them, clearly pleased to see the horse-boil had shown up. After what they'd gone through in Christmastown, the skinwalker had a particular respect for Tro, one which had carried over into their everyday lives in Amityville as well. Although he didn't see him very often (Hell, he hardly went to class as-is,) that didn't stop him from giving the boil a wave of a slap on the back when he did, more than happy to give him the time of day. But in this instance, it was more than that -- while he'd definitely admired Tro for what had happened in Christmastown, he'd also seen what the boil could do. And what he could do was kick some serious a**. Which was something that Nuk was certainly looking for on the bruteball field.

"Hey man, great to see you," he pushed off the table again, approaching Petro to offer him a manly fistbump, slapping his shoulder in a friendly manner, "There's always room on the Bruteball field. Think you can handle wearing a jersey?" There was the briefest of moments when the skinwalker glanced down at the loincloth, the boil making a thoughtful face as he looked him over. Despite how unconventional and completely revealing it was, for once Nuk was not screaming 'no homo' -- nakedness actually didn't bother him in the least. "Maybe we can get you a loincloth with your name on it, eh?" he teased a bit, clapping him on the shoulder again before going to greet the rest of the new recruits.

They were definitely starting to come in now. Slowly but surely, the names he'd seen on the sign-up sheet had begun to show up, the ones he recognized right off the bat and the ones he had to guess who they were. For the most part, however, he could put a name to every face, including Junko's boyfriend Seiji, whom he elbowed with a grin in greeting as well. The exception, of course, being Jove. To the puppy, however, Nuk merely gave a bewildered look, cocking his head to one side for a moment thoughtfully. Was that little thing really trying out? Well, he guessed he could probably run... but with such stubby legs...? Jove seemed pretty small compared to Bul and Tro, but the skinwalker merely shrugged, moving on -- he'd see what the boil could do, then would make his judgement. Instead, he turned his attention to Demi, grin returning as the hyper hell-hound approached, snickering a bit. "Hey puppy, glad you could make it," He teased, offering the boil a fistbump as well, "So far so good -- you gonna try out? We're gonna have to whip your little skinny a** into shape, get you buffed up~" With a laugh, he ruffled the boil's hair in a friendly manner, elbowing him a little. Although they'd butted heads a bit in Paintball, he liked Demi for the most part. Even if they didn't quite see eye-to-eye all the time.

But if Jove had earned himself a questioning look, it was Calder that really got Nuk's attention. Eyebrows raised, he blinked a few times as the kelpie approached, watching him look around before realizing that he, too, was trying out. Which surprised him, to say the least. Last time he'd seen Calder, they'd been in a vacant common room in the monster dorms, where the kelpie had been braiding his hair (and had proceeded to braid the skinwalker's as well.) They hadn't always gotten along, but he'd never really hated Calder, even when he'd made such a fuss about he and Shehk dating. Then again, they'd all seen how that had turned out, so maybe he'd been right. Still, since that MANLY hair braiding meeting, he'd definitely garnered a little respect, enough that he didn't outright question him when he started in, instead approaching passively enough to elbow him gently. "Hey, didn't expect to see you here," he greeted the boil, offering him a confused, albeit harmless grin, "Don't you be lookin' at my a** as I walk away, I see you be lookin' at the others."

Leaving him with that tease, Nuk jogged over to the table again to grab the bruteball from Altair (not without an 'outta my way, 'pretty boil~') before cupping his hand by his mouth.

"ALRIGHT, TIME TO START THE TRYING OUT SECTION OF 'TRYOUTS,'" Nuk barked over the field, lifting the snarling bruteball over his head to gather everyone's attention, "EVERYONE, GET IN A LINE, IT'S TIME TO SHOW US WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF! WHEN IT'S YOUR TURN, I WANT THE NAME YOU WANT ON YOUR JERSEY, WHAT POSITION YOU WANT, AND WHAT YOUR STRENGTHS ARE."

Lowering the ball, the skinwalker shoved it back into the crate with the rest of the snarling, angry bruteballs, all clearly ready to escape and eager to tear into some student flesh.

"BRUTEBALLS ARE IN THE CRATE, FEEL FREE TO TACKLE YOUR FELLOW TEAMMATES. REMEMBER, BRUTEBALLS WILL BITE, DON'T GET YOURSELF SENT TO CRICKET. You'll regret it, trust me."

Ooc: Time to show them what you're made of! Simply write an rp post with your character doing whatever they want to show off, be it running or tackling (plz not the captains) or throwing! No matter what you do, please include these basic components, bolded: Name, position and a stat you think your character would be strongest in. This will NOT be their only stat, and you may add more stats into different fields later! This is just to let us get a feel for what you think your character is best at with no training at all, so we can give them custom stats. Also, please use the SHOUT post style when you post your tryout post!

Once you're finished, feel free to chat up other players, or don't if you don't want to! It is up to you, but players who show dedication will get stat points for sticking around! Aka if you only post twice, sorry, nothing for you.

The field was at least in very good shape as the grass was lush and cushioned each heavy step the Demi made to get closer and closer to the half beast. but he didn't expect the boil know as Petro to be so devious in schemes.

The light and agile hound came up to stride with the loincloth boil, the last ting he wanted to be was behind him while a breeze ran fast, or in front of for that matter. "I do, lets get him." he said with a particular nasty smirk on his face over the wind that went rushing past his face and through his hair.

The ball was still rising into the sky, spouting gibberish as it continued to rise.