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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:26 pm
"Taryn?" Moure asked when the zomboil mentioned her. He thought for a moment, scratching the back of his head. "Can't say that I do. Or I've just run into so many people recently that I can't keep up with who's who." Moure said with a sheepish shrug. "But yeah, I don't think I've met her. She sounds, er, nice though." Other than the breathing fire thing, but you know, whatever. The only fire-based ghoul he knew was Danny, so the patchwork was pretty sure he hadn't met the ghoul Mort was talking about.
Soon, there was another undead boil taking a seat in the row behind them. "Hey Alex." Moure greeted, raising a hand to wave at him. To the other boil's question, Moure shook his head. "I've been here since a little after the announcement, and the people at the front haven't said anything yet. Not to my knowledge, anyway." The patchwork gestured back to the front of seating area as he spoke. It seemed that the officials were just chatting in the front, much like what everyone else in the building were doing.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:28 pm
TG didn't care for big gatherings, and didn't know what this commotion was all about aside from the fact it was mandatory. Huffing, he walked through the many legs passing him through the double doors and them crawled up into one of the seats in the back. At least here, he could stand on the seat, lean back, and cross his arms.
Calder was trotting back and forth through the aisles, trying to find a place to sit with a familiar face. It was so hard to find a seat. It wasn't that anyone disliked him, and he did like meeting new people, but he wasn't sure if he just wanted to just sit anywhere. Unsure, he resumed looking around for a place to sit.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:37 pm
Whisper slid in and tried to see if any of her close friends were here. She had just returned from a trip to see her family. It wasn't exactly...pleasant. Though there was one thing she had to give the experience, she learned a lot about herself and what it really meant to be a Hellhound from her blood line. It gave her a deeper sense of pride, but she wasn't sure if it was a weakness or strength. She wasn't quite comfortable with this new surge of Fear that was within, and it often caused her to shift uncomfortably. In all honesty, it was mostly emotional. She just wasn't sure what to do. She wiped her face, and sighed. Maybe she would just go back to her room. But then she spied Mort.
She walked up behind the undead boil and flung her arms around him. "Sorry to interrupt, but I just couldn't resist. How have you been? I haven't seen you since...well...you know.."
While it wasn't the same as the island from so long ago, it still sent chills down her spine thinking of her fallen idol. The hand she had in her departure...and the friendships formed because of it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:39 pm
It was just meant to be a little nap before the assembly, just a tiny one, curled up next to Kari (who had been so strange lately; she really did need the cuddles). He'd wake up just in time to meet Ash at his room, and they could go to the assembly together, so he wouldn't have to be apart from him for long. He gave the bakekitsune a worried little pat on her wispy head and...then his phone beeped. An hour later. Why was he always late to these things. He snatched up his bag, (super ethically) stuffed the startled minipet inside, and hurried towards the auditorium. Messaging while running was clearly not one of his talents, but at least Ash knew he was alive now. And now he had a reminder of love, lest They make him think otherwise. He slowed down when he finally made it to the auditorium, not wanting to create a scene, and sought Ash out with an embarrassed wave. Jack, he was going to have to make up for this later. "Sorry," he murmured, sliding close to him to offer a kiss on the cheek in apology.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:52 pm
Jericho frowned at the text. And he decided to just.. ignore it in the mean time. Something told him if he tried to fight it, he'd just go in circles right now. "No. He's going on about Shericho again," he replied. At least right now, Riley and Malodore were here to kind of divert his attention from the Siren's nonsensical texts. Looking over the mindflayer, he frowned once more as she looked rather wretched right now. That aside, he could feel her anxiety, which was feeding into his own paranoia. "Not, yet. We hope it will be done with ssssoon," the dragon said before glancing up to Mal, offering a weak smile in return. It was the most he could manage right now.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:58 pm
Anna crept into the assembly nervously - what if she ran into somebody from the Scarentine's dance who recognized her as the crazed cake-throwing witch?! Oh, darnit, she hoped not... she tugged her hat down and hoped the shadow of the brim was enough to hide her face. Even though Shibey was undoubtedly a dead giveaway, she had unsummoned (gulp) him early on, so... maybe...
The witchling hurriedly sat down, before her own fear could summon her doom.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:00 pm
It was about time they showed up. They as in Riley and Mal. Bul wouldn't address them any, they functioned fine on their own. It was fairly peculiar that Riley was wearing such... unconventional clothing. Maybe she was cold blooded like him sometimes. It was awfully cold out still anyway. The recovering from Christmastival would take some time given the amount of snow it dumped on the school. Whatever shut up Bul's always freezing his balls off.
Bul rocked in his seat and sighed quietly. Not only was it time to be judged by the horsemen but surely exams would be happening soon despite the chaos that had rattled the school over and over.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:09 pm
"Again? I swear, that Siren...." Shehk laughed, squeezing his hand again as she leaned back in her seat, slumping just slightly as she looked at her own text, frowning as she returned message to Israfel.Text to Israfel I know he's hot for me, that's because I'm cold as death and he's got extra boy heat, so to me he'd be hot. As it stands, I'm probably extra chilly to him.
Oh dear.
"Hello, Riley, Malodore. It looks like everybody is still settling in at this time." she chimed along with Jericho.
Even if his speaking had reminded her to amend her Mental cheat-sheet:
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"It seems making clothing is quite the hobby around here." he noted. He was aware there was a Futakuchi-onna who also liked to sew. She'd expressed a lot of interest in what he wore as well. Strange, really. He didn't enjoy sewing at all - and it was not for a lack of trying. "Perhaps I should let you dabble in it sometime." The worse that would happen is he wouldn't wear it.
"The only ghouls I need are three in number." he answered, passing a glance over towards where Aisa was standing, a momentary smile passing over his face. Thoughtful. Perhaps a brief adoration. But it passed as soon as he looked away. "I have no need to wear a suit. Suits seem to be what Death would wear."
After a moment, he glanced back to Pepin who was....still staring. He really wasn't sure what to make of that. Did she need something from him?
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:11 pm
Kaiyumi I'm already on my way! <3
Stumbling into the auditorium, she paused, looking around for Xiu and feeling blown away by the sheer number of students who had turned up; this was good right? Good for them... It's good to be informed about such things, especially if a student was new to the school and had no idea what had been happening in and around Amity recently.
"Ah! Xiu, Amphi!" She grinned and waved to the two ghouls before hopping over, throwing the horsemen heirs a glance; there was something she'll need to do later... Flopping into her seat, she turned to smile at her friends, "It's good to see you all again!" All this time, she was typing away at her phone; just in case.Enoh Love Amrita: Are you at the assembly yet? I think it's about to start soon! I'm sitting with Xiu at the front! There are seats here if you want to sit with us! <3 Mac: I'm at the assembly, if you're coming! Xiu saved a seat for you beside mine! <33 Huni Pi Tess: Are you coming to the assembly? I'm near the front, and there are still some seats around! <3 Eight Junko: Xiu and I are at the front of the assembly! Will you be here with Seiji? Or are you already here? <3
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:17 pm
"Mrrr, know what mean. A-Actually almost forgot your name," he admitted sheepishly. "But! Remembering easy when thinking' Scario Kart. Plus undead with speed, hard to forgetting yes?"
Mort smiled as Yin and Alex came, having felt the phone vibrate not long after he'd waved Taryn over. "Not yet, hasn't started; good timing!" He was all too aware of the slowness of zombies after all and felt that a compliment on the subject was necessary - even if they got there only because the mantodae had dragged him faster. "N' good seating methinks, Alex taller n' can see -"
Whum~ Someone suddenly had him in her arms, and Mort felt the softness of a certain ghoul's pair of breasts - breasts that he had labeled as "perky". And still they were quite perky against his neck, but the level of FEAR making them (and the rest of her body) up was different. The voice, however, was the same one he recognized. "Whisp!" Mort greeted elatedly with a big grin, tilting his head up to view her face; and perhaps to further rest against his, ah, "pillow". "Is good seeing again! How is? Been okay? N'...has horns now?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:19 pm
Clearing her throat and adjusting a pair of pixel glasses that disappeared as soon as they'd flashed at the bridge of her nose, Pepin leaned back and straightened her posture. No longer staring at Invi, she looked down at her thing of paper and etched down something about suits and ghouls. And numbers.
"P-P-PLeeazzth" Pepin froze momentarily, distorting heavily in one direction then jerking back and containing her same composure. "Don't mind me, I am taking some not-no-notes." A sincere (for Pepin) smile replaced the unpleasant grin from before. "I report for that paper thing at the school." What a fantastic guise. Nobody could possibly assume. Not even the horsemen. Nope.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:30 pm
Ear wings flapped in delight as the heir told him he could try sometime. "Just give me measurements I will will make the best one you've ever seen or worn! I promise!" Head nodded frantically to drive the point home. "but if you're not a suit person I can make her one. Ghouls in suits are really cool! They're sophisticated and modern. But sorry I forgot you were man enough for all three. You're very impressive. I bet this is why you're the heir right?" How little he knew. His phone buzzed and the siren jumped. "oh, 'scue me." Pulling up the text, he puffed up, eyes jerking over to Shehk. Text to Shehk Ur playn hard 2 get? OMJ YUR COLD ToT U gotta make sure he noes u lik him k? Cuddle w/ him more! he was trying to give advice to a couple that didn't exist. He was indeed, shipping the ship.That was until her saw Riley. Riley and her outfit. text to Riley U+ME=FASHION E-MER-JAN-C. After dis I can hook u up k? KKKKKKKK? You look so blah in thos colurs but bow is v. nice Okay, he was good, looking back at Invictus as a smile. "I am helping." 'Helping'
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:38 pm
The loud tapping on the scamplifier interrupted most conversation in the auditorium as Arel cleared his throat, reaching for the cord. Unfortunately, the scamplifier did not quite like that, screeching maniacally as it attempting to wrangle the secretary to the ground with its cord, causing all conversation to effectively die at the extremely loud noise.
A few very very long moments later, it seemed Arel was finally getting the upper hand as he wrestled the object back onto its stand and froze it to the podium. The look he gave the students was one that clearly said either "why me" or "I really need to use the washroom", either or.
"Thank you all students of Amityville for attending, we have quite a few important points to go through." The scamplifier was trying to wiggle out of its fastened spot as Arel spoke, though to no avail, only emitting an occasional shriek or thud every few words or so in rebellion. "As of next week, all students interested may sign up for the Trials of the Four Clans. This is a special event that our school has been selected to take part in, and of course, from the groups that sign up, there will be one winning group who will take home the p-"
-"I will clarify from here." The other occupant on the stage, the horsemen, simply stood up, pushed Arel to one side, and gazed at the students proudly. "Non clan members can not even begin to describe the merit of the Trials. These is not just a.... mere game: for our clans, we value the Trials as a coming of age ceremony. We are offering this to Amityville not to test your worth, but to give anyone interested in growing and becoming stronger the ability to push and test themselves. Our clan fledglings have always faced their trials and embraced them, the question is, what do these trials mean to you?"
A poignant pause as he let the words sink in, though the undertone was not unnoticed by many students: clearly he did not think Amityville should even be allowed to participate. "The Trials themselves have been simplified to make it easier for you students. There are three courses, each with different challenges, groups participating will not know what each course contains, but instead, will receive clues to figure out ... advantages. To participate in the trials, you will need to form groups: though our clan fledglings participate in them solo, I have been informed that it is simply much too dangerous for you students to do alone. Each group will have a group leader, if the leader is knocked out or disqualified during any of the three trials, the whole group will be eliminated. At the very end of the Trials, those victorious will be granted the blessings from the Four Clans."
The way the ambassador said the last words made it seem as if the blessings was the most important thing about the Trials. Arel gave them a slightly dirty look as he took the scamplifier back. "Anyway, as mentioned, to sign up, you will need to find groups, preferably small groups of three to five students. I recommend that the leader of your group is of year two or higher. If you do not want to participate, we will have spectator booths set up for those who would rather not push themselves too far. Really, its not a big deal if you want to sit out, its safer." He strained the last words, as if even now, he could protect the students simply from sheltering them from anything that sounded even remotely dangerous. The horsemen was giving the secretary a look as if to say 'go on'. Arel sighed. "Year one and twos that opt to take the Trials can opt out of their exams, pass or fail. Sign-up sheets will be placed in every classroom for the next week, good luck all students." OOC - The assembly is over! Your student can now choose to leave or continue to speculate further. They are also free to ask the available NPCs for further IC information, simply quote Zoobey and ask the question. - SIGN UPS FOR THE TRIALS ARE ALSO NOW OPEN! THEY ARE LOCATED HERE. Feel free to ICly do a group get-together or ICly discuss signing up through rps before actually signing up either here or in PRP threads. - You can do a reaction post to bump yourself up to 800 words, otherwise it is +2 points for participating in this RP and another +1 points for going over 800 words!
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:39 pm
"Things have been interesting. I just got back from a...vacation of sorts. But everything is fine. Trying to catch up on studies and the like. And yes! I had the nubs before, but they finally broke through. I have a feeling they are only going to keep growing though..." She was hoping they wouldn't become unmanageable, as ears were hard enough to deal with when it came to head wear. "I guess its not so bad though, since I don't really wear hats or anything. My eyes glow a lot more too when I get too emotional. Its like freaking flashlights sometimes I swear. I guess I just need to learn how to control it."
"How about you? How have things been for you? We really need to catch up!" Admittedly, they weren't the closest of friends, but Whisper truly wanted to change that. It really helped that she knew Natalia already approved of him, so there wouldn't be any jealousy...hopefully. After all, its always easier when everyone gets along.
Whisper sat in an empty seat next to him. After hearing the announcement, she tapped her chin. "Maybe Luminous Flux can get back together hmm? I think that'd be fun. We did pretty well last time."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:49 pm
Aisa acknowledged sveral student's glances with a brief one of her own, holding their gaze for about half a second before she looked back toward the stage. Although, it appeared she was listening to the snips of conversation buzzing around like flies, around her. She smiled as she heard Connie's voice, soft and clear like a bell ringing with authority-- Many times, had Aisa listened to that voice .. Once, it had been a conservative and childishly immature pitch. Now, it rang with a little more baritone, tinted with a breathtaking dash of insanity.
She might have glimpsed a part of her almost affectionate expression but it was lost as Arel stepped to the stage and spoke. She quickly turned to face the stage. The horsemen's distaste mirrored Aisa's very own as he spoke. Their trials would be given to Amytiville? Their precious ceremonies, given to students who simply knew how to die. Even those Aisa was loathe to admit that it wasn't their fault they weren't up to par .. and Aisa feared that in her insanity-ridden time away, she might have lost it as well.
But why now?
It left a bad taste in Aisa's mouth. She left the room before Arel finished speaking, her black hair swirling silently but angrily behind her. Her teeth grinded angrily, one hand dipping behind her ear to push her bangs back.
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