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Sir Reginald had heard all of the commotion, been annoyed by all the roaring and angry noises towards his charge. The small mew hopped from his shoulder, huffing as he went. He smacked, Magda, he smacked Malik, he even smacked Brute for good measure to get his point across. The swoleman was very impressed by his display of power and dubbed him honorary judge for the coming event. Good job little mew.

A weird little scorpion kid smoking a cigarette strolled past, lifting his shirt and flashing his horribly wimpy bisected abs at everyone in the vicinity. He had no idea what in the hell was going on, but since everyone seemed to be doing it... whatever.

Maybe the swoleman was just as confused because Carrol somehow received quite the response to his thoroughly unappealing bout of partial nudity.

the wig monster shouted. "WHAT DO I WIN?"

Wrex had been sniffing about, putting off his duty to help get his and Brute's booth up because, well, what was the point of work when there was all this wonderful attention to go gather? And people to prank? And competition to intimidate? Look, he had to get some sort of entertainment out of this when he wasn't doing so hot in the house cup to begin with, and the boil was annoyed he was denied even the luxury of his natural form to calm down. (Though that was probably best, as he would have gone around knocking the crap out of everyone and everything for giggles.)

Lazy and lackadaisical, he had been wandering around campus, eyeing various people and sizing several up for later when he heard it: that familiar snarl just above the general din of the gathering. Curiosity piqued, Wrex nosed his way around (and sometimes through) people until he found Brute in a peculiar situation: snarling at some ghoul while a third party was trying to intervene, all of them lacking shirts for some weird reason. Wait, were they going to fight? Then he had great timing!

"BRUTE!" he yelled as he hustled over to join. As he did so, he began to try and take his shirt off, ripping only half in the process. He wasn't much of a looker in the abs department--if anything he seemed a scrawnier version of his twin, the several inches different between them bridged by the spiky hair his helm kept down and the feral look about him more mischievous and wild than violent.

Wrex bared his teeth and thrashed his tail at the strangers in typical Daggerback greeting, trying to look intimidating but looking more delighted than anything else that they might have a two versus two on their hands. What a wonderful way to meet new students and friends! And then beat them up!!

"HELLO! Where we fighting?"

Torsten walked over to the booth. A challenge of...pride it looked like. Well...okay he'd try for this. The small dragon let the top layer of his short kimono fall the wrappings around his chest blocking the view of his "undeveloped" chest. Unwrapping his torso revealed a rather impressing six pack. Impressive cuz of two things A- This looked like a freaking kid, B- ...4ft 8in....yeah...okay. The swoleman knew this kid had poential [maybe]....

He took a breath, about to launch into an explanation of how many years of hard work it had taken him to perfect his swagger, when some tiny kid with the most massive tail he had ever come across showed up and stole his title right out from under him. Well, that was short-lived.

"It was best. Lookit this a*****e," he said, somehow making 'a*****e' sound like a good thing. "But yeah. I think I can teach you. If you're still interested in learning from second best." Carrol was still smiling despite his loss. In fact, he really didn't seem to care what had happened... ever in his life, let alone in the past five minutes.

"Mmmm....ya think I can still learn from ya. If ya thinkin' you can still teach me," Kallan nodded, laughing at the boil and his odd self. Either way, she would be learning from one of the best and that was all that mattered!

This was a mistake. It had to be, because while Brute's bodily form and robust growls were far superior to the demon boils (did he even know how to growl??), the ghoul appeared to be favoring Malik, even going so far as to wrap an arm around him and let out a roar of her own.

Had he not performed her instructions to her level of expectation? Brute's tail thrashed, and his brow furrowed while he bared his teeth and let out a hiss in frustration. What was wrong with this ghoul?? She suddenly looked ready to fight, but Brute did not want to fight her. No, that part came after her choosing him. Did these creeple know nothing? Did they not know who he was???

"I. AM." His voice was deep, rough, each word a graveled snarl that tore from his throat, as he somehow stood up straighter, taller, his arms shifting so that they were no longer curled in front of him, which made him look less hunched, his shoulders broader than before.

"BRUUU---"

His mighty voice cut off mid roar when some strange, round, and tasty looking creature jumped at him and smacked at him. Brute let out a confused snort and took a step back, taken completely by surprise.

To further confuse things, a cigarette was flung at him, and his head snapped in that direction, though the object landed rather far away and was not a threat. And then, Wrex showed up, in that bumbling goofy way of his, and while a part of Brute was relieved for back up, another part of him cringed because no.

"Brute." He agreed, turning to nod at his brother, his posture hunching slightly again, and his head dipping lower than necessary. "I am Brute." he glanced back to the couple he'd been interacting with solely on his own until this point and glowered, and than gave his head a shake, before turning back to his brother to head butt him hard in the shoulder.

Translation: These creeple are awful and I want to go and find something else to do now.

Of course, then Malik spoke up, and for once, Brute actually listened to him. He did not seem like he was willing to fight, so perhaps, maybe possibly, Brute had read the entire situation wrong from the start.

Brute glanced over at his brother, a questioning look. Should he try and get along?

Man, he was still getting used to the whole "fighting is bad" mentality some students apparently had. Wrex merely snickered at the boil's whine and leaned briefly against Brute, lifting a leg to scratch behind his ear with a red talon. He might have functioning limbs that could do something, but he still had certain instincts he couldn't shake off.

Catching his brother's look, the boil cocked his head at the pair and the extended hand for a moment before playfully snapping at it. Well, if they couldn't fight here, he could at least be a little naughty... "I am Wrex!" he replied with a buoyant smile, bouncing on his claws. "Maaagda. Magpie. Pie is good. Magpies good too." That seemed sufficient enough to deem her a decent ghoul.

"Why growl if not fighting?" That was the most perplexing thing of all. Maybe Brute had scared them before he had gotten there? His twin was pretty awesome.