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 Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:37 pm
Malodore glanced up, startled, as a boil it didn't recognize also knelt to prod at Arel... but, after the boy's poke it felt a faint stirring against its fingers. Was the secretary waking up?! It gave the boil a wide-eyed, nearly incredulous look of thanks before it focused on Arel once more.
"Wakey... ah... wakey?" it added, hopefully.
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danse-hexe rolled 1 100-sided dice:
34
Total: 34 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:42 pm
Vieve stared in equal confusion at the secretary in the snow, and then at the phone. She picked it up, first- INSTINCT, OK, ALWAYS PICK SHINY THINGS UP- then walked over, stepping lightly in the snow, to where Arel lay.
Hrmmm.
She prodded him gently with a foot, then kicked a little harder. It didn't work- all he did was roll over, face-down in the snow. Well.. he was an ice demon or something, wasn't he? From the rumours she'd heard? He'd be fine.
Perhaps the skellyphone was a better bet..? Flipping it over, she tried pressing a button, only to be prompted to enter a password.
H-E-L-L-M-A, she typed.
ACCESS DENIED.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:43 pm
"Oh shoot! I'm sorry, Vieve!" Mot stammered to the salamander.
When he looked over his shoulder, the giant monster turned out to be... a not so giant secretary.
They just knocked out a member of the faculty. Oh crap.
"Oooooh...no...." Mot murmured, gulping. "We're in trouble."
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:46 pm
His own attack had knocked him off his feet. Coughing, as it also knocked the wind right out of his lungs, Jericho groaned while slowly rolling over in the snow. That hurt like hell. Shivering from the chilly air, he looked up towards the snow monster... spotting a familiar scarf.
The dragon had no clue that Arel was even anywhere near this place.
Wheezing, he pushed himself up to his feet, doubled over. He was still feeling the effects of his rather poorly executed attack.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:48 pm
Sparrow glanced up at the plague doctor, giving him a weak smile.
"Do you, er...know who he is?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 12:44 am
"He's part of the school administration," Malodore replied; it looked as impassive as always, but its voice sounded pensive. "The Headmistress' secretary, I think..." And they'd just beat him up.
This was not going to end well.
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Ice Queen rolled 1 100-sided dice:
72
Total: 72 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 6:25 am
Roch had totally been ready to attack again. It rather irritated him that the miniboss turned out to be somethin' so lame--wait--
"He can get us out, right?" he said, jogging over to where the little... professor? Was laid out. "Don't blame this all on me, I barely scratched him," he added quickly, images of being kicked off the train into his old neighborhood flashed through his mind, the words practically echoing through his mind.
"He attacked a professor, we aren't keeping a punk like this." Or maybe they'd send him straight to the boogies and skip his old neighborhood, figuring he was gonna get there sooner or later--
"ARGH!" he said, throwing his guitar up in the air. They could always just finish the guy off and hide the evidence in the snow-- He seriously contemplated it for a second before shrugging that one off, too. Too messy.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:52 am
A scarf? A blue and white.... oh s**t. For a moment Sammy panicked she just beat the crap out of Hellma's secretary she was one of the ones who actually hit the poor fellow and would probably get detention for ages because of it.
Then she stopped.
She knocked out one of her teachers, her and a few others knocked out a teacher. Suddenly she was laughing, cackling even as she made her way over to Jericho. "Jack-dammit we knocked out Arel?! This has to be a record of some kind; I've never head of students clocking a staff member like this."
Leaning over she offered Jericho a pat on the back, "C'mon now champ. Deep breath. You'll live, worse case you end up like me dead and still kicking or like ol Peppin over there albeit less tech-y I think."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 8:29 am
Pepin got well over her excitement when the snow revealed itself to be poor Arel.
D8
The ghoul panicked a little before turning to Mot and Veive with her same distraut face. "Erm... uh... uh...... s**t." Now they were in for it. Watching the other students trying to revive the secretary she peered over Mot's shoulder cautiously.
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 100-sided dice:
58
Total: 58 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 10:38 am
Narrowing her eyes as she saw Sparrow head for the monster — His weapon was a Scythe? — she reached down to grab another handful of snow... when everyone around her seemed to collectivly pause. Looking up, she caught sight of what everyone was looking at.. and dropped the snow she had collected.
"...O-oh...Oh..oops." She squeezed back at the reapers hand and approached the pile of scarfed now... and poked the pile, to no avail, with a hoof. He didnt move.
They had jsut attacked the one person whom might have known how to get them out of here... that was great. Once again... she poked at the other deers side.
"Think we should....dig him the rest of the way out?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 12:33 pm
Tomoko moved warily towards the group huddled around the professor, her ears drooping pathetically as it seemed people attempted the rouse the out cold ice demon. The kitsune frowned delicately, rubbing her hands together and overall seeming unappreciative of the snow and cold. Then again, she lacked fur on this body and had exposed legs. It really didn't work.
She looked over as she noticed a ghoul fussing with what looked like a phone, approaching Vieve cautiously and peering at the item in her hands.
"May I take a look?" she inquired. At this point in time, she was really glad she'd taken to not carrying her ball of stars around. If so, she would have been panicking over that instead.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 1:42 pm
Sparrow's brows rose, surprise registering on his face, mixed with a feeling of complete and utter horror.
They'd attacked the secretary of the Headmistress.
They were so screwed.
Wren's voice shook him out of his inner angsting, however, and he looked up at her with a halfhearted smile, reaching to take her hand again as he pushed himself back to his feet, his other hand holding the scythe.
"Er," said Sparrow, spinning his weapon absently. His eyes landed on Roch, the faint hint of a smile making his lips quirk upwards with amusement.
"Next time you aim for a giant creature, make sure a teacher isn't it, okay?" he said jovially and clapped a hand on the boil's shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 1:50 pm
"Hah hah JACKIN HAH," Roch snarled, shoving Sparrow's hand off of his shoulder. He stormed over to the rock that Vieve had been sitting on earlier, pulling himself onto it and staring down at the situation with a scowl. Maybe it wouldn't matter, he thought after a second, a sense of macabre humor sneaking in.
"Well, we can't get in trouble if we all freeze to death down here," he said.
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 100-sided dice:
80
Total: 80 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 2:52 pm
Nodding to Sammy, Jericho coughed a few more times before straightening up, rubbing his chest where he had been hit. Letting out a breath, he grinned weakly to the zombie, then looked back to where Arel was. Now that he had his breath back, he was able to see more of what was going on here. They knocked out their secretary. Most likely, he was the one that had their way back.
"I'd really wouldn't want to freeze to death," he frowned towards Roch.
Moving over towards the lump that was Arel, he gave the guy a nudge.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 6:34 pm
A little smirk played on Roch's lips, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, but I bet you don't have a three inch thick juvie record just waiting for you to screw up," he said quietly. He tugged Mot's coat around, holding it like a blanket and letting his back freeze for a moment instead. "They find out I attacked a professor..."
He let it linger, snorting. He was soooo screwed. Not that the school had ever asked him about his record. He didn't even know if they knew about it, to be truthful, but they'd probably find out about it quick once they found out about the knocked out short guy.
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