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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 12:10 am
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ && Mao Xiqui   Ahh, the compliments were all received! Xochiquetzal nodded at the girl and opened her mouth, about to respond to her – when her father's voice cut her off.
“Xochiquetzal. Leave your friend.” He had approached them just after the odd haired girl had given him a strange look. He didn't really like it, to be frank, but he was content enough to know his daughter was hanging around a seemingly boisterous child. At the very least, she may pick up on the girl's energy and start behaving more regular herself. He was tired of another timid girl and he was getting too old to really think about having another child, so Xochiquetzal would simply have to shape up. To punctuate that thought, he gave a light smack to the back of her head, the girl producing a sound between agitation and surprise.
She glanced up at her father and nodded, “..Farewell, Kasai, may the Goddess bless – mm.” She frowned at the roll of her father's eyes.
“I hardly think some t**t like this deserves a blessing.” He prodded her leg with his foot, encouraging her to leave without so much as a glance more at Kasai. He was bored of watching her and, besides, he wanted to see who else ran this school. “Show me to the fireworks.”
~Exit~
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 2:50 pm
 Kasai Kori "Watch your pockets closely..."
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Kasai was enjoying a perfectly wonderful conversation. Until he came up that is. She started glaring at him, her glare deepened when he smacked Xochiquetzal on the back of the head. Dung... there had been a stables here right? Only reason she remembered was because her mother said she should go there ride horses or some crap like that. Back to the original train of thought... Horse mannuer, she'd find out where he slept - somehow - and pile it with the stuff. At least she wished she could, sadly she didn't have the same resources here that she had back home.
"Bye Xochiquetzal, hopefully i'll catch you later," Kasai said with another glare at her dad. "And yea, may the goddess blessings be with you," she said. It probally wasn't correct, afterall everyone's was different, but hopefully it was somewhat close. She watched them leave before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. Nothing better than a confrontation with an adult. Still, that last bit he had said was interesting. Fireworks eh? Maybe she should go sniff around, see what she could find, or at least where they were. After all it sounded like a good oportunity to meet some people.
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"...along with what you do around me." [exit]
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 4:09 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye... Angela was in the gym. she possibly should have been out having fun with friends, but the determination to improve her capabilities so she could take down Abel's group was too fresh. She was currently beating the crap out of a hanging punching bag. Her arms were aching already but she was doing the whole 'ignore the burn' sort of thing.
She had started by imagining the punching bag had Abel's face. But that was uncomfortably violent--even for her. So instead, she was picturing her father. Which, somehow, was perfectly okay. Well, she was alternating out with Christine and Eoin occasionally. Currently, it was Christine. Christine and her stupid...GAH! She couldn't even accuse her of lying! She'd told the truth, which Angela should probably be thanking her for except that she knew Christine's motives were hardly pure.
And now she was just...constantly feeling like crap. And she couldn't stop thinking about that hair obsessed idiot. She kept thinking about Abel and his new fiance, which kept making her more and more angry. Without realizing it, she was glowing brightly and releasing little bursts of electricity with every punch.
"Dammit!" she growled, hitting the bag as hard as she could. She shot out a jolt of electricity powerful enough she felt it that time--particularly when it recoiled back up into her arm, before shooting back into the bag. There was a muffled 'boom' as the bag exploded in the middle, sending wheat pearls and fluff raining down over her.
"GAH!" That was...not supposed to happen. Angela tried in vain to shove the fluff back inside. Maybe she could...tape it up. Or...just run away before anyone saw her.Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 4:53 pm
 Samael Agnusdei ❝All men are not created equal. It is my purpose to make them so.❞
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Sure, it was the weekend, but Samael didn't care. It's not like he had much of a social life, so he spent his time stapling up the school rules all over the walls of the hallway. He probably should have gotten permission from other staff members, but he didn't care. Maybe some delinquent would notice the papers, read them, and straighten up a little bit. If not, he would eventually just have to smack some sense into them (verbally, of course).
And he was perfectly content with his busywork when he suddenly heard what sounded like a muffled explosion in the gymnasium. He couldn't even fathom what it possibly could have been, since no students were supposed to be lurking around. Ah! Some delinquents must be vandalizing the school! He wasn't about to let that happen on his watch. As much as he didn't want to exert himself, he sprinted for the gym, bursting through the door rather dramatically only to pause in his tracks and stare at the mess with wide eyes.
What. WHAT. WHAAAT. He didn't even realize he was saying that out loud as he looked around at the sea of white fluff coating the floor of the gymnasium. He swore, whoever did this would pay with their life. Well, no, he wasn't that mean, but they would certainly suffer the consequences. After slowly placing a hand on his chest to make sure he wasn't having a heartattack, his eyes zeroed in on the student responsible, who was currently trying to hide the evidence.
"You... you..." He was red with rage and he could feel his pulse as he tried to come up with words that could express his current emotions, but it was impossible. All he could come up with were horrible curses and expletives, but as a staff member and an angel, he couldn't say such abhorrent things. So, he took in a deep breath through his nose, trying his best to cool down so he wouldn't end up flipping out at the student.
"What... what happened here?" He finally managed to hiss out, still not anywhere near composed. But at least he kept himself from screaming at her.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 5:03 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...Angela winced slightly when she heard someone behind her frantically repeating the word 'What' as if that would somehow magically piece the punching bag together again. Not that she would object if that were the case but, sadly, no matter how many times he said it, the punching bag still looked like an alien chestburster exploded out of it, taking most of the insides along with it. Alas.
Angalea glanced over her shoulder and saw a unfamiliar teacher, who looked like he was about to hyperventilate, standing there with his hand on his chest. Oh lord. Why did it have to be someone who was going to overreact over a little mess? She looked around.
Okay. Large mess. But she was going to clean it up.
Now.
"Well," Angela said, glancing back at the punching bag. "I punched it. And it exploded." Glancing back at Samael (maybe she should offer to help him to the infirmary; he looked like he might pass out). "Do you happen to know where I might find a broom, by any chance?"Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 5:30 pm
Samael Agnusdei ❝All men are not created equal. It is my purpose to make them so.❞
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What kind of explanation was that!? This... petite looking girl punched it and made it explode? He highly doubted that. She must have cut it open with a knife and dumped its contents everywhere to defile the school grounds. Yes, that was it. And he was definitely going to punish her for this act of treason! That was, until she asked if he knew where a broom was. She was... going to clean it? On her own? ...
Maybe he was wrong. He finally cooled himself down as he made his way over to the student, smiling slightly. "Do I look like a janitor to you?" He just had to ask, because really, he had no clue where she could find a broom. She would have to clean the mess up either way, but first he wanted to gauge if this student really was a bad egg or not. Because he doubted any real delinquent would offer to clean their own mess, and it would be refreshing to find someone right off the bat that he didn't have to yell at.
He stopped in front of her and leaned forward slightly so he wouldn't have to look down because, really, she was... tiny. "Would you mind if I asked what you're doing here? School is out right now. What could possibly merit beating the stuffing out of a punching bag?" He tried his best to be nice, just so he could investigate this student's motives. She had better have a good reason, or else he would make sure her punishment would be much worse than simply cleaning up after herself.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 5:41 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...Angela backed up slightly when Samael started looming over her. Geez. Stupid tall people. She wasn't that short. "Well, not really, I suppose. But I find it a bit difficult to gauge staff positions by appearance alone considering the economics teacher here looks as though he would just as soon rip your head off than speak to you and the one janitor I do know of is about four inches tall and pink," Angela said. "So while you don't look like a janitor of a normal school, I suppose, it's a bit difficult to say for Rosentale." She shrugged. "Besides, I would assume that the location of the supply closets is fairly common knowledge amongst most of the staff though I suppose that assumption could be wrong."
She was trying to decide if she should kick this guy in the shins and run or not. He was being polite, but he was sort of intimidating as well. And a little...intense.
"As for why I'm here..." Well, she couldn't exactly tell him she was training so that the next time Abel's team of evil people attacked the school with monsters, she could beat them up. Hell, for all she knew, this guy was on that team. "Well there aren't any rules that say I can't be here. I had a rather stressful week and wanted to work out some of my frustration with a bit of exercise." She glanced back at the bag, then gave Samael a sheepish smile. "I...may have accidentally worked out my frustration a little...too well?"Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 6:09 pm
Samael Agnusdei ❝All men are not created equal. It is my purpose to make them so.❞
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Samael's small smile was replaced by a frown in an instant, because he already didn't like this student. He did like her use of logic, but he felt as though she were subtly insulting his intelligence. Of course he knew it would be difficult to tell who did what in a school with such a diverse population, but that was still no reason to think of him as some lowly janitor. ... No, just because janitors had to writhe around in filth as an occupation, didn't mean he was above them. He had to remember that. And then she hinted at his lack of 'common knowledge'.
"Excuse me. I'll have you know that I am a new staff member. Please, have some respect and don't jump to conclusions," He told her as he stood straight up and began to pace around her, circling around like a shark examining its prey. He listened to her explanation for why she was there with a scowl, finding it rather... lacking. He had never seen such a frail looking girl take out their frustration on a punching bag before. He had assumed that it was more of a... bodybuilder thing. And the rules... the rules. He loved rules, and he wasn't about to listen to her blasphemous interpretation of them.
"The school is closed," He stated as he stopped in front of her again, "which means it's not open. If it was open to everyone when no staff was around, who knows what could happen? Someone could smash the windows, or graffiti the walls. And with this school's... diversity, I wouldn't be surprised if some monsters wanted to break in and cause havoc. And I could never have that. As much as I would rather not, I'll believe your story. For now. But I want you to know that if I see you here again outside of school hours, I will doubt your innocence and I will assume you are here to deface school property. And it is my job to handle such unruly students. Now, clean this mess up," He had went on and on with another one of his never ending spiels, wanting to be sure that he hammered his point into her little head.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 6:32 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...Ah. No. she hated him, definitely.
Angela's eyebrow twitched and the lights flickered slightly as she clinched and her jaw, trying to control her temper. She winced as her back started throbbing. She wasn't allowed to be here after hours? Since when? She hadn't seen a rule to that effect. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms, trying to control her temper. The lights slowly stopped flickering and she looked up at Samael calmly. "If you're trying to intimidate me by doing that, it's not going to work. First, I'm terribly sorry I've somehow offended you because I didn't know you were new enough not to know where they kept brooms. I wasn't aware my assumption you would know was somehow more offensive than your assumption I believe you to be a janitor but there you have it. I apologize.
"Second, I already said I was going to clean it so you needn't order me to do it. If you've no intention of helping me find a broom, I shall simply go find it myself."
"And finally, there are two things I really don't care about --the first is whether you believe I'm lying or not. The second is whether you want to see me here after hours or not. Until there is an official rule posted that students aren't allowed in the school on the weekends, or the doors or locked, I'll come and go as I please as I and the rest of the student body always have. I feel absolutely no compulsion to follow rules you're making up on the spot just because you've decided you'd rather get angry over nothing than help me find a broom. And if you have a problem with my being here after hours, I would recommend you speak to the Headmistress about altering the school rules because what is and isn't allowed has nothing whatsoever to do with me."
She started away from him but paused and looked back. "Ah. If you also don't know where her office is yet, I can show you." She gave him a sweet smile just as a light bulb overhead exploded.
Ah...oops.Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 7:34 pm
Samael Agnusdei ❝All men are not created equal. It is my purpose to make them so.❞
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Samael glanced around wearily when he saw the lights began to flicker, but quickly regained his composure when it slowed to a stop. That was... a little troubling, but he would ignore it for now. He sneered at her as she made that 'apology,' if it could even be considered that. It was dripping with sarcasm, and if he wasn't such a tolerating, perfect angel, he would have smacked her then and there. But he refrained, for many, many reasons.
As she continued to retort his lecture, he reddened with anger and took deep breaths to calm himself down and keep him from snapping at her. He hated this student so much... but at the same time, he didn't. Her attitude was horrible, she frustrated him to no end, but at the same time, she held up a decent argument. An argument that (as much as he hated to admit to himself) was much better than anything he could come up with.
He crossed his arms and watched as she started off, frowning at her offer. "No, th--" Before he could answer completely, the sound of glass shattering caused the feathers on his wings to puff up, immediately looking around for the source. When he spotted the shattered lightbulb above the student's head, he stared at it for a long moment before telling her, "You're cleaning that up to. And..." He didn't want to say it, but he forced himself to, "I'm... sorry. I was... out of line. I'm sure you're perfectly capable of cleaning this mess without a chaperon, but it's only fair for delinquents I could catch later on that I wait here and make sure you clean everything. I hope you don't mind."
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 7:47 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...Angela's shoulders stiffened slightly when the man spoke again. But then he actually apologized (well, after ordering her to clean up the glass) which made her like him...a little. Sort of. At least he was capable of being reasonable? She sighed and turned back toward him. "It's alright. I was intending to clean that too as it was probably my fault, though I assure you it wasn't intentional. I can't control my abilities well so accidents are inevitable unfortunately, no matter how I try to avoid them. I'll see if I can also find a ladder and replacement bulb."
She chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment before she added, "And I'm also sorry. As I said, it's been a long week. But that's no reason to snap at you, so I apologize for that. And for the mess as well." She walked back to him and held out her hand, figuring she could make an effort mend things properly. "My name is Angela. Perhaps it's a bit late, but welcome to Rosentale."
She gave him a slight smile. "I assure you not all the students are as awful as I am. Most of them are far more tolerable."Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:02 pm
Samael Agnusdei ❝All men are not created equal. It is my purpose to make them so.❞
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Samael was glad that the student accepted his apology, or else he would have been beyond just upset, but that didn't mean he was content at all. He frowned at the mention of her 'abilities.' It wasn't so much as the fact that she couldn't control them that bothered him, but the fact that she had them at all. It was tempting to ask more about these abilities so he could devise a way to cut them down or remove them, but he didn't want to seem nosy. He would just have to find out what she was and do some research.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard her apologize, clearly surprised by that. She seemed like the stubborn type to him, so hearing an apology from her lips was very satisfying. He grinned as he shook her hand firmly, glad that she wasn't the rotten egg he first thought her to be. "Thank you, Angela. I'm Samael Agnusdei, the Administrator of Student Discipline." ... He loved that title more than he would ever let on. It felt so... official and powerful, even if he was only hired to look after kids who were issued detention and keep them in line.
"Well, if that's true, then I won't have much of a job," He sighed and thought for a brief moment. She was probably just joking about that, since he was sure not all the students were innocent little angels or settled into the school's ambitious goal easily. He knew he would have his work cut out for him, but he was curious as to exactly how difficult it would be. "Speaking about tolerating... Have any... issues arisen over the school's goal in the past? I just want to know what I'm getting into, since I will have to be the one issuing punishment to any disruptive students."
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:44 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...Well no wonder he was so fussy. With a title like that, she would be too. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Agnusdei. Well, there was also the fact he seemed to be an Angel. What was with her and not getting along with divine creatures? And then he asked a very odd question.
Angela gave him a long look. Why would he ask something like that of her? Was he watching her? Was he part of Abel's group? Were they trying to see if she would say something?
"Most of the student body seems tolerant," Angela said. "At the very least, I haven't encountered any issues regarding prejudice among the other students. If it exists, it's well hidden. I think most of the problems are what you would expect from any school--skipping class, physical confrontations and the like. But people here are rather laid back. I don't think your job is likely to be a walk in the park, but I don't think it will be terrible either. People clash but there doesn't seem to be a lot of deep rooted animosity or anything like that."
Not among the students. Not as far as she could tell. "Um, I'm going to go and, look for a broom. And things. I'll be back. If you have any more questions, I can try to answer. I've been here for a while, but I think you'll like it here." Unless that was a hint of disappointment she'd heard in his voice when he mentioned not having anything to do.
At any rate, she left him there to watch over her mess and went to snoop around for a supply closet. Fortunately she didn't have to go far. The first door she found outside the gym was labeled as a supply room and it was, thankfully, unlocked. Inside she found a broom, bucket, and a ladder and spare bulbs on a top shelf she had to climb (and nearly fall) to reach.
After two trips, she got everything in the gym. The first thing she did was sweep up the broken glass and start dumping it until the bucket. Then she started working on the wheat and fluff from the punching bag.Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 10:40 pm
Samael Agnusdei ❝All men are not created equal. It is my purpose to make them so.❞
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Samael closed his eyes and nodded as Angela spoke, thankful that she seemed to know what she was talking about. He was glad to hear that most of the issues didn't deal with the school's policy, since he had a feeling that it would become a problem. In that case, half of his battle was already fought for him. He just had to deal with a few normal bad students, then find a way to hammer down all of the nails that decided to stick up.
"Okay. Thank you," He told her as she left to go get what she needed to clean up. He took the chance to think of methods of pinpointing and eliminating any students he found with any excessive abilities, sure that with enough effort, he could get them to conform to his standards. Especially since he wouldn't have to deal with as much intolerance as he initially thought. This school would become that haven of equality he always dreamed of, whether the students and staff liked it or not.
He smiled when Angela came back with the supplies she needed, but that smile slowly faded away as she was working. He felt a pang of guilt for making her do all the work, even if it was her fault the mess was there in the first place. After a minute of debating whether to help or not, he scooped up some of the fluff from the punching to help her, hoping none would stick to his clothes. But he realized that it was the least of his problems when he promptly got caught in a sneezing fit. He wasn't sure if he was alergic to the stuff or if some of it had tickled his nose, but either way, it was horribly unpleasant and he regretted trying to help.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 1:07 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...
Angela was in the middle of sweeping up a huge pile of fluff and wheat then Samael was attacked by his sneezing fit. "Are you alright?" she asked going over to him. She patted his arm. "Maybe you're allergic--why don't you let me finish up. I've almost got it all anyway."
Sort of. It was actually a bit later before she got it all swept into a pile and started dumping it in the bucket. She should have found a bloody vacuum. This was not the preferred activity when she was already sore. Finishing that, she straightened and sighed as she looked at the broken light bulb. Frankly, she was wondering if she'd be able to reach it even with the ladder.
They really needed light bulbs with better surge protection. How many had she broken already? She sighed and wen to get the ladder, setting it up under the broken bulb. Grabbing the spare bulb, she started up, figuring she'd at least give it a shot. If not, she'd go kidnap a tall person and force them into temporary indentured servitude so they could do it for her.Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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