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Rii_Hon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-12)
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 Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 4:36 pm
 Music was something he loved to do, mainly as a way to be a bit different. No matter how much they might enjoy listening to it, no one in his family would ever put forth the effort to learn how to do it themselves. Sometimes, he wondered if he was really from that family at times because how could his sense of existence differ so terribly from theirs just confused him to no end! He wasn't sure how good at it he was, since he could only play the viola so well, but he wanted to take this class. Maybe he could get better with the instrument he had started self-learning while picking up something more... current? Different? Who knew. And it seemed a lot of people he knew was in the class as well. Good. Should make the class a lot more fun! Noticing how everyone was signing up, he shifted his grip on his case and books and moved over the the music stands. Just by watching, he noticed their perchance of biting people so he was very careful with his. His red eyes narrowed a bit before he moved his hand out of the way as it tried to take a chunk of his flesh. "Nice try, stand..." Maybe there was a reason why today had been a red day... A slight smirk shifted his lips before he signed his name and went to find a place to sit down and set down his materials.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 5:30 pm
Rosc watched the change in Sin's features with the precision of an artist. He had found early into using his ability to make up for his handicap that losing key parts of his sight caused him to focus on other things. He could see when eyes flicked away, but he could pinpoint when muscles froze or lips twitched, if eyes narrowed even the slightest bit. It wasn't like he could tell when someone was lying or anything like that, just... when they were angry or neutral.
And Sin was angry at him.
Oh, he deserved it, he knew that. He'd been crass when she had tried to be helpful. But damn if it hadn't been a stupid question. And when he was in pain and generally pissed off, stupid questions begot stupid answers.
He didn't say anything in response to her comments on the class or her return comment about her level of concern, or lack thereof. He didn't even say anything as she turned and walked off, her hair almost whacking him as she spun on her heel. He simply watched her go with a small frown, watching her posture change as she put space between them.
A slow exhale made his nostrils flare slightly as he moved to lean his back against the wall near the door, out of harm's way of anything else that might want to attack him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 5:37 pm
Tahki was surprised about the attention she'd attracted to her self. People cared that she was hurt? For some reason the gryphon's mouth twitched into a smile. People cared?
"Ooh.. T-thank you," Tahki blinked at Junko. Really it surprised the gryphon that Junko was concerned seeing as the two ghouls maybe only interacted together by being in the same class and that was about it. Usually the gryphon found her self over shadowed by the class as a whole.
Amrita had also come to the rescue but shyly hung back. Tahki gave her friend a big smile and opened her mouth to say something but found a bloody hand in her face.
"O-oh wow! You got it bad!" Shocked, Tahki turned to Alcie. "You might need some new bandages!" It seemed Tahki had forgotten all about her own bitten hand out of concern for Alcie.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 12:20 am
Alcyone saw Sin walk into class and she immediately smiled and waved at her friend. Though she noticed her talking to a new boil? Interesting. Though, it didn't look like their conversation was going well. Making a mental note to herself, the water demon turned her attention to Tahki and she shook her head. "Oh no worries. It got me good but I'll be fine. I have extra bandages if you need them." Smiling at the gryphon, Alcie had already forgotten about her hand and she had definitely had worse injuries before.
Noticing Sin approach them, Alcie nodded in acknowledgment. "Hey Sin. Who was it that you were just talking to? You don't look too pleased." It was good that she knew a few students in this class. It would make things much more interesting. Though, the fact that there was a vicious music stand on the loose made things rather eventful already. Rubbing her hand slightly hoping that would relieve the pain somewhat, Alcie was glad to see that the majority of students in the room didn't get hurt though there seemed to be some bad injuries.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 12:33 pm
((To avoid confusion, Belladonna's name is just added with everyone else's))  There were so many people! So many she knew but so many she didn't! The opportunities to expand one's social circle had just magnified and Belladonna was giddy with excitement. But best to say hello to those she knew first! "Hi Ren!" She greeted, darting up to him and giving his arm a friendly squeeze. "Ooh, your friend has lovely hair. Hi Mr. Nice Hair!" The witch chirruped, greeting the blue haired boil accompanying the gryphon. A nudge was given to Ren so that he could properly introduce them, and she made sure to adequately smile at both of them. Best face forward and all that. "Hi Junko! Hi Yaya! Hi Calder! Hi Lizzy! Hi Israfel!" Belladonna called across the room, waving at her various friends and tipping onto her toes in anticipation. Who would she sit with!? Oooh, that was a toughie... Maybe all her friends could sit together....
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:26 pm
"I'm sorry...it certainly cannot be a gentleman then, if it's trying to get a bit of you." Sharra replied to the ghoul's dismissal, still worried that perhaps her fingers would bother her later, or perhaps swell, though usually demons came equipped with rather rapid recovery rates. Ah well, if that were the case, she'd likely give the nergal a chance to kiss it better upon later inspection, and as though to make a wordless promise of later care, he leaned over to plant a kiss on Yaya's cheek. Acid-green eyes flitting down once more to the Igor, he noted the other's demeanor with that inquisitive gaze, and the way that Christof flushed red about the edges of that scarf. Hnnn. if the little fellow had some sort of odd intentions towards his djinn, then Sharra might have to consider giving him a rather stern talking-to in the near future. Not that it would do much good, as from his observation, the hunched boil was rather incapable of audible speech. Splendid. Eyes narrowed and lips pursed subtly, as he considered him with a look that should be taken as a warning.
As Yaya had so easily stated before...the Nergal had dibs, thank you just the same.
Oh hey the, was someone else talking to him now? Scathing gaze drawn away by the milky-haired boil who had taken the liberty of intervening, he first noted those ears...ah. Equine-based...something-or-other. Canting head to one side, he then offered a smile to Calder, rather reluctantly drawing his human hand away from her henna-adorned skin to offer it politely to the other male. "I'm Sharra Eldwaithe..." Noting the emphasis on the word friend, he shook his head, tossing a rather fond glance at the beautiful ghoul at his side. "...and we're a bit something more than friends." Whilst they hadn't exactly shouted it to the rooftops just yet, the nergal was more than keen to make it official. That, however, would require a rather lengthy tête-à-tête with Hadiyya.
Ah grand, someone else was calling his name. Swiveling once more (if this occured too many more times, he was fairly sure whiplash would occur), he noted Barth's approach. Ah right, he was the lad from N.A.P., and apparently the poster-child of the club too. "Hey...Barth?" He somehow remembered that name falling from Yaya's lips. "Welcome to the party...if there's more biting, I think I'm going to have to lodge a complaint against the music stand. It wasn't too terrible to me, but I think there are at least a couple people it tried to take chunks out of."
And there was another boil and a rather cheery ghoul bouncing up to them now. Yeah, he was just going to wave at them unless he was addressed, please and thank you. And what was...Calder was it? Conferring with the igor about now? There was far too much to keep up with, and it was almost making the nergal uneasy, as he rather enjoyed the luxury of knowing what was going on. Ah well, the pains of being social.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:41 pm
Christof's eyes remained glued on the Nergal boil, brows furrowed in growing rage as he leaned in and... and KISSED her!! More than friends? What more was there than friends? Was Yaya his Mistress? Or perhaps he was her Master? His brain boggled trying to comprehend. All the same, his grip remained firm, threatening to cut off the poor demoness's circulation... until Calder leaned in and whispered into his ear. The Hunchback's face went white (in patches), brows raising as he whirled around to swing a fist, but the Kelpie had stepped back just in time for him to miss. That was ENTIRELY uncalled for! His heart racing, he was about to turn back to the Nergal, fists clenched in frustration but it would seem they were certainly not too alone anymore as others, including Master Barth closed in for the kill. His head dipped down against his chest, the flush returning as he tried to debate a plan of action. Just.... just bide your time, he assured himself. The Nergal couldn't be by her side ALL the time... he'd get his chance. Nostrils flaring behind his scarf, he took a step back, eyes still locked on Sharra as he gave a polite and clearly not heartfelt respectful bow, judging by his fists still clenched at his sides.
What did she see in him anyway? Sure his monstrous arm put Christof's to shame but... but he was still learning, thank you, and he was sure in time he might grow in power and... well, monstrosity. That's what the ghouls liked, right? A nice scary fellow. Well... well it didn't matter what she thought anyway. He was only after one thing.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:46 pm
Sin sauntered over and casually stood by Alcyone glancing at her friends hand with a mild frown. "Did that horrid stand get you too Alcie? We should knock it over before it snaps on anyone else." She crossed her arms and glanced over at the incubus boil she had just left.
"Oh...him, that's Rosc he's a new demon student...and so rude." She huffed and flicked a strand of her hair back. "But enough about him, your gonna try and learn more guitar? You were pretty good, not just at swinging that thing around but playing too!" She smiled and then looked around the room noticing a few people already sitting. "Hmm I better nab a seat..." Sin disliked the back row, she always tried to seat either in front and center or at the very least middle. Her parents didn't raise some lurking wallflower after all she loved to see and be seen.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:11 pm
"Was it paintball?" Barth asked. "That sounds right. Anyway, they challenged us. Err, you're Vice President, Yaya, so I thought you might...be able...to um, handle it."
While President, the only Presidential duty he planned on executing was designating responsibility to other people. The school hadn't officialized N.A.P. Club and it was already suspiciously becoming something like work. But it was nice all the club members were already friends.
"And good," he said to Sharra, "On the no biting front."
He seemed oblivious to Christof's steadily building rage. He did notice he wasn't talking.
"Err, Christof, you aren't..." he gestured vaguely to his mouth. "...any more? or was that a secret?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:39 pm
Calder was glad he predicted the swing, but he took another step away, this time closer to Sharra, to avoid any punches, and was smiling for it. Uncalled for or not, he was true, and Christof was making it so apparent that he might as well have been holding a sign. It also didn't do well if Christof was going to lay claim on Yaya with his challenger currently pressing lips on her. Boils. Even Calder could see the clear acts of possession and territorial gestures between the two of them. It was both exciting but a bit stressful seeing them resist the compulsion to act or shout. He wanted them to fight or shout it out! Come on! ACTION! Do something!
But Calder was quickly realizing that most people just kept everything hushed up and decided to just let their emotions simmer on the backburner instead. Boring. Still, it was fun to tease Christof a bit. Better yet, Barth had done worse by gesturing to Christof's mouth, and Calder wanted to pat the demon on the back. Here Calder had been taking Christof grunting to see that he wasn't up for talking – which was just crazy! – and Barth had just let the cat out of the bag.
Smiling, Calder looked at Barth. "Shhh. Christof is playing secret. Seems he doesn't like taking full advantage of a great thing." But who was HE to say anything about what crazy things went through the Igor's fried brain.
Taking Sharra's hand, he shook it. "Calder." He stated. "I swim with your ghoul." He pointed out and smiled at both Yaya and Sharra. "Well, congrats to the both of you then. So……thinking about visiting the ol' pumpkin patch anytime?" He said, smiling and looking at the pair of them.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 6:25 pm
((Posting this here instead of posting it back there and having it got lost XD ))
Cyrilla was hanging out at the back of the class at this point. There was no Merope or Aymet to keep her company, which was an odd feeling. One of the boils was in every other class she'd partaken in. Between lack of their presence, and the discomfort she was still feeling in her hand, she felt distinctly out of place in the classroom. There were a lot of students though, and she recognized a handful from the raid on Christmas town,but other than that, she didn't know them from a hole in the ground.
The dracolich plucked her eyephone out of her sash, and tossed a couple of texts off to her friends. Likely something about "WTJ HAND. PAIN. STUPID MUSIC STAND." You know. The usual.
After finishing with her messages, she shoved the eyephone back away, setting the volume off so the professor wouldn't get after her for it screaming in the middle of class. Hopefully, it would start soon.
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Kaze Taco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 6:32 pm
Why didn't this place have maps? Alwine had been late to almost every class she had wanted to attend, leaving her facing many doors with the words "FULL" on them. It made her stay at Amityville rather leisurely, but her family wasn't paying for her to do her best Barth impression. So when she saw an open door, she darted into it. Okay, great, a class! Now what class was it? There were music stands everywhere and large, thick curtains like a concert hall. Alwine's experience with instruments was limited, as was her selection of instruments to play. If this professor could teach her how to play the trumpet, she would be floored. However, she had a feeling she'd probably be stuck with the triangle. Still, a class was a class, so she walked up to the sign-up sheet. She felt the stare of SOMETHING on her as she dug in her carpetbag for her pen, and she hated it. She was used to being the one staring at people, it was her hobby. She was a professional wallflower-- or she was before the whole Christmas Town incident. Pumpkin glowed reassuringly at her from her carpetbag while she picked up the green pen that she was looking for. She signed her name with a flourish, and the music stand bit her. Wait-- Alwine looked at her hand, an invisible thing, and thin black teeth that were clamped over it. It didn't hurt very much, at least, but it shocked the headless haunt so much that she let out a scream. The music stand let go, and Alwine cradled her hand while staring at the offender. 
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 6:47 pm
At Barth's question, the hunchback had turned his glower to his Master's face, eyes positively afire with wrath, but Calder's comment had been the straw that broke the Kelpie's back so to speak- Maybe he couldn't take his built up frustration out on Yaya's boil without causing an unwanted commotion in front of the ghoul, he COULD take it out on his acquaintance. No he was NOT going to make a fool opening his ill-used mouth in front of everyone when he hadn't even mastered all of the proper constenents yet, and the prickling burning had subsided by the morning and stayed down so long as he kept his mouth shut. He communicated this fact with a well placed set of knuckles (albeit missing a digit) to Calder's shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:01 pm
"Ah, right. Secret. My lips are sealed..." he trailed off awkwardly. "...Well, not literally. Err."
Barth suddenly did his best to look inconspicuous. A small, single thorny vine tendril crept up from under his boot, doing its best to hide him. It didn't get further than his ankle.
He put his boot back over it, hoping no one had noticed.
"Alwine!" He squeaked at the familiar shrieking. "Didn't know you were interested in um, music." He should have guessed, though. She had a very nice set of........pipes.
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