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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 11:53 am
"The partner in crime just wonders what he missed out on." Jack murmured, giving his friend a slightly hurt face. "I'm hurt that I wasn't invited." He offered before Remi's hand prodded him.
At the poking on his side, the Cat-demon squirmed just a little, giving a soft giggle that he attempted to muffle, tapping the hand before it returned to it's owner, balling up and pointing at him. Turning down to Tomo again, he gave her a sweet smile as she seemed to dawn on a realization.
"Yeah, Tomo, He's one of my first fair-weathered friends when I was a child. We used to wreck things together." He offered up, holding out his hands to her, in an attempt to soothe her a little, her little pout a bit of a kryptonite the the big cat. "He's been with me through thick and thin, totally my brother, even if I don't have any." That he knew at least.
Hearing a familiar set of voices behind him, he lifted one of his hands up to give Alex and King a quick hand wave, showing that he was aware that they were there, even if he was surrouneded.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 12:26 pm
TG drummed his claws on his chin, regarding the activities that this Hellma seemed to be into. "Hmmm........but is she ugly? I mean, uglier than that guy?" To which he pointed over to where Arel was hiding. "Cause I'd rather be having detention with someone with some looks to her..." To which TG made a motion as if he was holding a pair of cantalope. "....then with frosty over there. My Cycorgi makes less puddles than he does."
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 12:43 pm
"I-I've never seen her," Anna admitted. "But I don't think she's very nice... h-he looks a lot less... less tough." The witchling risked glancing at Arel, who at this point was only intimidating because of the Power of Detention that he wielded.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 1:35 pm
Arel, in the meanwhile, was still trying to figure out a good reason for detention. "Well," he began, looking left and right as if the walls would have an answer, "You see, ah, um, you are students and, students.... students always do bad things!"
A couple of blank stares. And this was why he hated leaving his office at any point of the day. Upon hearing speculation of Hellma, the secretary took any leverage he could get, nodding sagely. "That's right, Hellma is super super hideous, those um, those rumours about an escaped fugitive from the Bogeymen's deepest lairs of Sector Thirteen, well, that is her."
Yeah well, he tried okay. Considering that half the students had no clue who their own school headmistress was he was highly doubting the overall intelligence level of students these days: some of these students should clearly have never left Scareling school. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Arel fumbled in each and every of his hidden pocket compartments, pulling up a few interesting finds including a half-empty bottle of Apple Cider and a rumpled up piece of paper with only the word contract on it, before finally procuring a Skellyphone. With the most irate look he could muster at the errant students, he pressed a few numbers and held the receiver to one ear.
"You have reached 1-666-Rent-A-Gnome," The voice at the other end of the phone cheerily addressed, "Press one to speak to a female gnome or remain on the line."
He waited. And waited. And waited while tapping one boot.
"Thank you for waiting. Press one if you would like to rent a gnome for your garden, press two if you would like to rent a gnome for a footstool, press three if..."
More foot tapping as he finally pressed very clearly, option ninety-nine.
"Due to the high volume of calls we get daily, please be patient as we transfer and process your request. Average wait times are anywhere between five days to years. Have a horrible day!" The voice decidedly ended with a small click.
Well, now was the matter of waiting. Arel sized the students up and down: he could do this, he was an adult. "Before you even ask about detention, how many of you actually know the official Amityville hallway rules of code and conduct?"
Insert smarmy expression of knowing.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 1:43 pm
Tomoko's mind was being blown by this new information, pausing as she looked from Jack to Remi. "So he's been..to the mountain?" she inquired, almost seeming worried about that fact. Sure, Frost-kun had been to the mountain, but that had been clan relations going on. Frost-kun had gone in knowing about all the shenanigans, but Jack?
Somehow she didn't want the Nekogami mixed up in any of that.
"You haven't been to the mountain, right?" she then asked, turning to look at Jack, looking like all worry. It was probably pointless worry on her part, and would probably get ignored in favor of the fact that something Arel said caused Tomoko to squeak out a word that nobody would ever hear her say ever again.
You see, ah, um, you are students and, students.... students always do bad things!
"That's bullshit!" Her voice cracked and really went high pitched as the word came out before she could even stop it, her ears folding back and her hands clapping over her mouth in horror when she realized what she'd just done.
However, she didn't chime up in actually admitting that she didn't..actually.....know the rules...of the school. Wait, Amityville had rules?
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 1:49 pm
Shun continued to stare intently at Biskoto, deciding not to answer her comment. Instead, he turned his attention back to Arel, looking less than pleased as he was scrambling for reasons to give them all detention. As he suspected, he didn't really have much of one. If he had known Tomoko better, he probably would have been surprised at her rather sudden outburst. But he didn't.
And now the secretary was stalling on the phone.
Waiting patiently still, he just watched before he decided to toss a question back at them.
"No natural forms," he said plainly. He might not have one himself, but it was fairly common knowledge that shapeshifters weren't really supposed to do so inside unless they were in the dorms.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 2:09 pm
West was finally returning to a more standard routine, one that didn't involve avoiding 98% of the student body or punching things out of misdirected frustration or encouraging his ghoulfriend to punch all the things he wasn't punching, bottling up her sadness instead of just letting it out. Â Nope, none of those things. Â Standard. Â Average. Normal. Â Boring. For the first time in quite a while he was wandering the halls again, attending classes, snarling at unsuspecting Snots, getting detention. Â Wait, what? Â He hadn't even done anything that merited punishment, and strangely enough, it seemed that if he ignored Arel's ranting and just walked away he wouldn't actually get in any trouble at all. Â Some detention. Still, the whole situation was a little too odd to ignore. Â The demon shuffled a few steps closer to the wall, separating himself from the crowd a bit and turning his attention to the pair of first years debating the virtues of Ms. Hellma Shox. Once Arel had stopped trying to scare them, West muttered, "More tentacles, less..." briefly mimicking the TG's cantaloupe gesture before crossing his arms and leaning back against a locker.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 3:15 pm
A small, white-gloved hand emerged from the crowd. "N-n-no loitering?" Anna squeaked, clearly in the grips of complete terror.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 4:22 pm
TG only frowned at West when informed that Hellma lacked in necessary curves, but was Snowflake any better? At the call to recite the hallway rules, TG rose his claw. "How about Not blocking the hallway, making a mess with puddles and providing a danger to other walkers, and being an all around nuisance to the student body?" TG made a point to look at the secretary.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 8:22 pm
"All right," A tiny voice piped up from the general vicinity of behind the students, "Who ordered one ninja gnome army."
Arel slowly put one hand up.
"That will be 50 silver pumpkin seeds, including tax," The gnome intoned, sticking out one hand. Said secretary hummed, hawwed, grumbled, but finally produced the requested amount in the form of a small pouch.
It took a little longer for the gnome to count the transaction - though most students were probably just boggling at what a ninja gnome army was - before they smartly saluted in satisfaction. "Purchase complete, one ninja gnome student wrangling at your service."
Wait, student wrangling?
BAM.
WHAM.
CLUNK.
When the students returned to consciousness, they would notice they were tied up, in a washroom of sorts. And not just any washroom, it was the dreaded first floor washrooms, the one that everyone avoided because noone ever cleaned it up, in fact the general motto for the washroom was the dirtier the better. This was proven by the overwhelming stench and the fact that well, the students seemed to be stuck to the floor. In mucus. Or well, it was kind of moving underneath them, so maybe it was mucus maybe it was just best not to think about it.
A small voice started playing from.... a portable intercom fastened overhead? It sounded very much like a certain secretary that had sealed their fate of detention. "I told you so." Gloating voice was gloating. There was the sound of something rustling, something else uncorking and then a small sip. "You students can go after detention after you know, detention duties. Important detention duties. In front of you are a series of cleaning utensils. You will first need to pick out cleaning equipment of your choice. I mean it or I'll never let you leave here!"
Well, the bad news was there really was no door or exit in sight. OOC WELCOME TO THE WASHROOMS- Not just a washroom, but THE acclaimed washrooms of dank, mildew, slime, and well, more slime. - Students will first need to you know, unfasten/ free themselves from the slime. In fact they are practically sinking in the slime. Roll a 6-sided dice. If odd, you are free, if even, keep on trying you can do it. Make sure to rp out your post - If your student has not made a post yet, they are still free to join as in, the gnomes totally knocked them out too. You know, anyone in the hallway. - Now, once you are free, you will need to pick an item. There lie, also sinking into the slime, a few choice cleaning items. RP picking one up, and well, they can start cleaning.... The Mop Redux: A nice heavy duty mop. Looks sturdy.... The Bucket Redux: A bucket filled with nice clean water. CLEAN soapy water. The Bar of Soap Redux: You better start scrubbing... The Bleach Redux: Just don't dribble it directly into your eyes.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 8:36 pm
"Eh? What i-"
THUNK
Tomoko, being small and fragile, to some extent, hit the floor without too much of a fuss. In fact, she probably would have crumpled from less force than was exerted. Never the less, she woke up no worse for wear outside of the fact that the room she was in seemed to horrify her.
This place.
This room..
"Eeewwwwwwwwwwwww!" she squeaked, looking around for a moment for her ball of stars before she seemed to recall she'd left it in her room. Thank goodness. She would have hated to try and find it in this mess which...
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Tomoko was suddenly really thankful for her illusions, creating a small bubble of tea scent around herself to mask just how horrible the room smelled to her, her nose crinkling despite the facade she was pulling on herself. It was only so effective to illusion oneself when you were aware it wasn't real, after all.
"Excuse me, but how do we do anything when we're tied up??" she asked, noting that it would be quite difficult to clean up when she was restrained. Stupid.
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 8:39 pm
Ninja gnome army? What the hell was this? Shun stared as Arel paid the gnomes, and before he knew it, he had been taken out without putting up a fight at all. When he awoke, he first thing he noticed was that it stank like hell wherever he was.
With a groan, he started to try and sit up, only to notice that he was rather stuck in slime. UGH.
"Chikusssooooooo..." he hissed as he tried to pull himself free. It was to no avail at the moment, however. Gritting his teeth, he paused as he heard Arel's voice from somewhere around. Oh. Right. He was the one at fault here. Never before had he really had the urge to want to stab a faculty member. Well. He did right now.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 8:42 pm
"No... Jack has never been to the mountain." Remi looked down at tomo giving her a long gaze for a moment. No... he would never want to bring jack in to the mountain. Honestly he was unsure if his clan, or tomos, would even permit another predator being on their lands. "Jack was someone i met one time i left the clans for a time when i was young.." Yeah, he was a run away. "He fed me." There, broship being sewn by food... and not dying. Remi was a stupid pup at times. Either way he would sneak out time and time again to go visit his cat friend. Not really listening to the conversation around himself... all he heard was the cry of "BULLSHIT" (which, oddly enough sounded like Tomos voice.... naaah cant be) before he saw stars. Groaning, Remi went to move his arm to touch his now pounding head... and found himself unable to move it. The ********.... Ropes. ROPES? "Well it seems someone decided to have fun..." Then the intercom snapped on making the boil grow silent. Oh this was NOT cool. Wiggling a little, he sighed and looked around towards JackB. "Hey bro-ski, mind transforming to get us uh... out of this mess?" Remi was still largish when he went to true form, Jack became kitty sized. Thus he could easily slip out...yes?
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Frezir rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 8:44 pm
Angenora was unsure of what she had gotten herself into when she walked into the situation with Arel and the one-tailed fox student. She gasped lightly when she was pointed at. Detention? She thought to herself as she felt heavy and sluggish after those words. She was unsure of what to do now. She listened carefully to all the students and what the short horned boil had to say. She blinked when a small voice spoke. Ninja gnome army? She thought in confusion before being beaten into unconsciousness. Waking up and catching a whiff of the stench of the first floor washroom. Her eyes teared up from the scent, but she noticed that she couldn't move. She had been tied up and better yet she hated how it smelled. Genora knew that she was going to have to wiggle her way out of the mucus in order to get this stupid detention done with. She was able to free herself, but gave off a full body shiver right after. "How could anyone stand this stench! It's revolting!" The undead ghoul complained as she pinched her nose before looking over to find the cleaning supplies. She blinked as she picked up the mop with a toothy grin. "This will do nicely!"Quote: The Mop Redux: A nice heavy duty mop. Looks sturdy....
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 8:52 pm
Hissing lowly to himself, Shun let out a breath and relaxed for just the moment. Simply struggling out might not be the key to getting out of this goop. However, he tensed as he felt something move underneath him. That was just disgusting. Sneering a bit at the thought, he closed his eye and forced himself to relax despite the sensation of sinking in further. Once he had done that, he steadily pushed himself to his feet and got out of the muck.
Opening his eye once more, he looked down at himself to see that he was completely covered in slime more or less. He was.. definitely going to need a shower after this.
Cursing lowly once, he sauntered over towards the supplies. Somewhat begrudgingly he grabbed a mop. Though, the bar of soap and bleach were fairly tempting. Still, he stuck with that for now.
In the meantime, as he held onto the mop, he tried to get some of the slime off of himself. It didn't work.
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