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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 2:44 pm
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Rikku Takanashi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 2:51 pm
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Rikku Takanashi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:15 pm
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Rikku Takanashi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:21 pm
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:22 pm
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Serafina was quite happy to be an audience. The fact it was an interesting thing someone she knew was doing was just a bonus.
A laugh charm? Curiously, the ghoul plucked up the shell, eyes widening to show her brief surprise by the sound of laughter she heard in her head. Indeed, it wasn't particularly cheerful. It wasn't exactly what she would call frightening but...
"This combined with something else could certainly be creepy, though," offered Serafina, placing the shell back down on Brenley's desk. The ghoul figured he'd rather not her take it. "It's certainly better than anything I could do." Of course, that would likely mean little considering she was a ghost, but...
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"Prom! That's coming up? Is the theme balloons? Or circuses? Wait, that was the theme previously wasn't it?" Ignatius immediately started theorizing as to the theme--when honestly he probably could have just waited for Rojo to tell him--before he suddenly stopped caring and paid attention to the compliment of his art. Of course it was lovely! He was lovely!
Well. Maybe he wouldn't use lovely as a descriptor. Maybe handsome. Or badass. Or fantastic.
"I am quite good with tesla coils! I wonder if I could play anything else..." Couldn't be that hard, right? He chuckled. "I'm alright! It's been great actually!" Minus the weird dreams, but then, those were kinda interesting in their own way... "I've been trying to learn how to free run up some of the taller dorms. I think that could be fun, especially the views up top."
The two could easily talk a mile a minute, it seemed...
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 5:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 5:41 pm
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The sound of heels clicking against the floor announced her arrival long before her physical appearance did.
The Demoness walked in, her stance impeccable, her attire perfectly tailored, and not a hair out of place. She made a beeline for her desk, setting the book she carried upon its freshly cleaned surface. Golden eyes made a sweep of the items left on top of it before moving to look at the rest of the room, first finding the boil with the dragon-headed tail, and then to the others. The ones who tried to get a pen from the thief tail, the ones who stood and chatted or read, those who sat and waited, and even the few who bent over their desks, over their fresh note book.
At first she said nothing, merely moved herself to the centre point of the chalk board, her blue hands folding delicately in front of her stomach.
"Good Morning, Class." She said simply, calling to order the lessons, and giving them a moment to find a seat. "My name is Professor Winter, and this is Etiquette 101. If you have found yourself in the wrong room, or perhaps feel like you are above such a class, please feel free to excuse yourselves from the room." There was a small pause as golden eyes did one more sweep of the room, before she added: "But I strongly suggest that you stay." She waited a beat or two, seeing if anyone would leave, before continuing.
"We will begin class by introducing ourselves. In an orderly manner, please stand, state the fullest name you are comfortable with giving, your faction, an interesting tidbit about yourself, and what you believe 'etiquette' means." She stepped around her desk to stand in front of it, bringing herself a little closer to her students. "I will begin. My name is Abrigale Winter. I am classified as a generic demon, but a great deal of my family are of the crossroads persuasion. An interesting fact about me is that I greatly enjoy quality chocolate, and for academic purposes I will not be answering what Etiquette means." She then turned her gaze to a random student in the room and waited for them to take over.
The OOC There is no post order to this! Please have your character introduce themselves however they see fit. I will update next within 24 hours or when everyone has introduced themselves, whichever happens first. If you would still like to joinYou may! You have two options: One, your student was always here, and they can just introduce themselves. Two, your student is arriving now, and will need to get a notebook (and potentially a pen, please see this post) before introducing themselves.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 6:04 pm
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It wasn't as if he really thought he needed the class, but something told him that the class needed him - so with a heavy heart, Gabby trudged in, immediately slapping the nasty pair of bare feet off of a desk on his way in, before taking a seat on the other side of the back of the room. Bubbles of ice seemed to pop off of him in his quiet, brooding, Twilightesque rage.
"Someone has to use that desk later, and not get contaminated with your filth." He reminded the boy snarkily, before opening his boo- oh. He'd forgotten to bring any supplies.
Oh well. He wasn't going to pay attention, anyway.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 6:18 pm
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Despite how much Gabby did not feel the class deserved this information, he pushed himself back up to his feet, adjusted his collar to absolute sharp perfection, and tossed his hair back dramatically.
"Of course, Professor. My name is Gabriel, I am a ghost, and specifically a white ice dragon. I am perfection incarnate, according to my boilfriend, who is very clever and obviously correct in all things. Except when he disagrees with me. Also, I am the Treasurer of the Student Council. Please attend Prom, everyone."
Look, he was even promoting prom. Give him a damn cookie.
"Etiquette is the social skills required to be polite around other people, and know certain basic rules in order to prevent offense. Like having bare feet on a public table, for example." He glared at the boil with thinned eyes. "Or hitting on faculty members like a lewd beast."
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