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"YOU ARE INCORRECT." Jil's voice raised and she literally stormed to Xavier. She didn't know him but she already despised his opinion. She leaned in and hissed in his face. "I'll show you the power of eyes.."

She was pulling off her glove, an eye opening in her bare palm and spinning as if it was getting it's bearings. It was a different color than the others. "All seeing. All powerful. Used often in magical purposes. ALSO THE DEFINITION OF BEHOLDER CULTURE." She was pink in the face and holding her hand to him seemed the equivalent of holding a gun to him.

Barth got a smile, the sweetest smile to ever be smiled at his comment. "A goat eating a rose would be the proper order of things, my dear Barth. Or perhaps a rose strangled in a brush of paperwork hmm?" At the comment about eloquence his manner turned somehow simultaneously more icy and sweet. "And alas, you'd know all about being nothing but insubstantial words and no action, wouldn't you?"

Zar was only distracted from his feud Barth as someone else in the crowd spoke up. He looked frankly appauled at Sammy's response to a challenge to her publicity and it was his turn to speak up finally.

"So as an elected individual given the privilege, not the entitlement to help in the day to day running of the student body, rather than humbly plead for our acceptance, you choose to take a tyrannical slant on your authority."

He pushed his glasses up his nose with a claw and his eyes narrowed, everything about him sliding into a deep cold predatory stance, even the easy looping of his tail ceased.

"There is unending evidence, I am sorry to say my dear expired - naive - corpse. But your perceived superiority does not give you power. You are a servant to us whether it says so in your job title or not. If we do not want you there. We can rebel."

He smiled sweetly in a way that showed every one of his razor sharp, predatory fangs. "And you can find out just how every individual who defied mob rule discovered they were wrong. You had best adopt humility, and hastily."

Sammy looked at Zar raising an eyebrow before shaking her head, "I just explained it Zar, I'm not elected by you all, I volunteered. It was open to anyone and whoever applied could have it. No one applied, that leaves West, and I, who did. So you can talk about this being a vote but its not, I'm here. You could have applied and had the spot but you didn't seem interested till I was here."

The look on Zar's face was priceless, it was a predator, a hunter, yet it didn't phase her the least. He wasn't a hunter, insanity, or Red. He was a peer, and nothing about him struck fear.

"You talk about servants and rebelling, I already bucked the system, I'm here am I not? Go ahead, rebel, have fun when the school staff drops down on your head for it. You also seem to think that I don't have friends in these dorms. I don't want to be some martial law, I'm all for having a bit of fun and ignoring what the school expects but if you think you can bare you fangs and scare me? Then you're very, very mistaken."

Xavier shrank even further into his seat.

"Why does it have to be a body part at all," he mumbled to no one in particular and feeling a rather large sense of regret for opening his mouth in the first place and really was it entirely necessary to have a spat in the middle of a dorm meeting.

Xavier wondered if maybe the floor might open up and let him sink into it right about now.

Aleria rolled their eyes at all the infighting, their enthusiasm flagging, a slow burning irritation taking over in its stead.

Why couldn't they all just get along.

When they smiled again, it was a dull sort that did not reach their inky eyes, with no teeth at all.

"I think," they said, trying to address the group but probably not succeeding, "that we are getting away from the point. Which is that we need to choose a mascot. And a motto." They waved a clawed hand, dismissively. "Trifles about power and consequence are, in fact, of little consequence."

"Oh no one has to say it, the imp over there screams it every chance he can get." She pointed at TG before shaking her head.

"I'll tell you what I know Imp."

"Lust, what I feel towards my ghoulfriend, what I feel towards some ghouls in general. Gluttony, over indulging, I tend not to do that much but I might be right now. Greed, I have it, I strive to be more then I am and to have a place in this world that proves people like you wrong. I'll win, I'll have everything, I'll take it all." She pointed to Barth. "Sloth." She raised the bone arm charred black, "Wrath, need I remind you I will beat you again and again TG till you learn that, I am wrath when you get on my bad side. Envy, I envied this dorm, it's rooms. Now I have one, consider that greed."

"And last of all, I am one Prideful ghoul so how about you learn your Averices before you talk to me about not knowing things."

Popo watched the altercations from her 'throne'. That all looked like a lot of work, fighting her. However, she really wanted to see some throw down too. An undead as their RA? How disgusting. It was laughable.

The Fire Imp wiggled in her seat, snapping her fingers and expecting some lowly gnome to bring her some buttery popcorn post haste.

He felt his blood boiling and smoke was starting to seep from his ears. "Don't you recite vices as if that is the only thing that makes a demon. Those are classes that not all demons are even in! You talk about traits, but that doesn't mean you KNOW anything about being a demon. You're just an observer hanging out in our dorm. You were not raised as we were raised, knowing the rules of social etiquette, the expectations and mannerisms taking part in business and outside of it, or the way to stab the person you want to take down the most through your own metal prowess and magic. I don't go walking into the ghost dorms and saying I know everything it is to be like them because I'm not a Jackin ghost! He shouted, infuriated that a undead was here trying to say she was a demon. It was a insult to his kind!!!

"If you knew ANYTHING about being a demon, you'd know what being in your proper place means, undead. " Demons respected their hierarchies after all.

The smoke started to stop pouring from his ears before he looked back at to the topic of mascots. Goats. Roses. "If we go with roses, then make sure it has thorns." It showed elegance but also that of potential harm.