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Captain

Blessed Member

PostPosted: Sun May 15, 2011 10:33 pm


The office on that fine Moonday only held an exact total of five residents. Well, five and a half, one of them who was on spiritual bodily vacation, and the second had resorted to occupying himself only on the left corner of their table away from the spiritual bodily tentacles. Purple tentacles, teeth, glasses. The Headmistress on her 'better days'.

Nonetheless, the secretary tried to look as important as he could in his tiny little corner, scrambling to pick up scattered papers in what was beginning to look like a recursive time loop. One last struggle before the secretary of the esteemed Amityville Academy, home to the only Halloween denizens in Halloween to Piss Off The Strange Reapers on the Island, addressed the four standing in front of them.

"Thank you for taking the time to visit us." Upon Hellma's horrific gaze upon him, the secretary finally managed to replace the cleaning bill with the proper documents, awkwardly shovelling them onto the desk closer towards the four visitors. "As we have discussed prior, your clan heads have asked for you to stay and help at Amityville for a while until things cool down a bit in the Human World."

The papers remained where they were, one application form for each resident, untouched. Arel visibly shrank at the headmistress's Very Visible Glare, and attempted his best effort to push the papers forward a little bit further with as minimal headmistress tentacle contact as possible. A pencil might have also been rolled in that general direction. "Well, before we get started why don't you four ah... introduce yourselves. That way we can get an idea of what you might be able to do?" The last sentence sounded as if he was unsure himself what exactly they were here for.
PostPosted: Sun May 15, 2011 10:58 pm


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He didn't want to be in this building. Not to say it was an utterly horrible and disgusting place, because it was to Invictus, but it was certainly not as nasty as some of the other places he had seen previously. It was human free as well. Humans were at least somewhat interesting to watch; language, culture, and other strange wrenches that would throw themselves into their little gears.

Horrible, rusty, creaky, noisy, nasty gears.

Invictus's eyes flickered up, settling on the secretary with a firm leer, almost seeming to vibrate as the thing-posing-as-a-man spoke, though no other part of the man's posture twitched as his eyes did. His control over his irritation was astounding (then again, his other extremes had been witnessed by fewer students than those who attended the school overall). The thought did not go through his head without at least being carefully set aside, as though he would need it for reference later.

He looked at the papers that were being offered forward to them, his lips tightening ever so slightly as the idea of possibly... 'showing off' came to mind. The edge of one of the application forms twitched ever so slightly, lifting up before the horseman's fingers even touched it, holding it up to look over it.

"I am Invictus, son of the rider Conquest." he said firmly, eyes narrowing slightly, before he reached out again, holding his hand over the pencil on the desk, the small object rising without an ounce of hesitation to the boy's palm, remaining there even until his hand had turned palm up.

Paperwork was a pesky thing. Always ever so pesky. Frankly from the look on his face, Invictus didn't want to fill out the form. Clearly someone of higher stock than himself, or someone he respected highly, would have to be influencing him to make him do something he did not want to do.

demon_pachabel

Beloved Werewolf


x_Nata_x

Interesting Conversationalist

PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:06 am


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Despite the sound of scuffling papers and the undertone of awkwardness that hung in the air, the heir of War seemed completely casual, even comfortable where she stood next to Invictus, completely at odds with the polite attitude she probably should have been portraying. Where there should have been immense respect and dignity, there was a certain level of carelessness in the way she stood with the rest of the heirs in front of the wooden desk, honey-brown eyes looking lazily around the room. As many students of Amityville Academy could attest, one did not simply walk into Headmistress Hellma's office, certainly not without a great deal of rightly-earned terror to keep your entire body stiff-straight. Instead, the young sorrel haired woman only looked mildly interested in the procession, completely ignoring the sound of papers as the secretary fumbled with the right paperwork, instead finding the inexplicable green goop leaking from one corner ceiling tile far more fascinating.

In fact, it was only after Arel had completely finished speaking that she finally turned her attention to the ice demon, her eyes only momentarily flicking down towards the pencil and papers he had edged towards them. Within a few seconds they had lifted again, refocusing on the secretary with an interest that far outweighed that of the paperwork, an impish grin slowly curling the corners of her lips. Even as the heir of Conquest lifted the paper and pencil to his awaiting hand, she ignored his flaunting, keeping her eyes trained on Arel, until the silence proceeding Invictus' introduction began to stretch from seconds to minutes.

"Vicky, would you kindly sign the paper? I am sure Death and Famine want to use that pencil too," she finally spoke up in a slightly melodious voice, as if not quite taking Conquest's disdainful posturing to heart. Then, to Arel, "I'm Eris, heir to the rider War." She waggled her fingers at the ice demon before finally turning her attention to the slip of paper she had been offered, waiting until Invictus was done before offering him her hand, palm up, clearly requesting the use of the pencil.

If you hadn't been paying attention, it might have sounded like she'd said Ares instead of Eris. Were you listening, or were you looking at the woman in the red dress?
PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:44 am


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The heir of Death remained as impartial to her surroundings as the impartial and consuming fact that death was inevitable in every life. Every life was born to die. Death led to rebirth. But there was a time and place to die .. and while some might have expired under Headmistress Hellma's gaze, it was not yet time for the horsemen to do so.

It was simply time for them to move on to the next assignment.

The raven-haired woman was standing, leaning against the wall. In comparison to Conquest's bright green or War's crimson colors, this woman stood in a dramatically darker tone of color beside them. Her chin tipped upwards, black hair thrown behind her shoulder, falling down her back in twin tailed ripples. Her feathers fell over her front and back majestically, although as to what kind of feathers they were, nobody ever knew. Some rumored it to come from a phoenix .. Some said it was a gryphon. But nothing was confirmed or denied. The black beauty's legs crossed, one over the other, the red skirt falling over one knee to reveal a generous expanse of skin on her other leg. Her armored boots seemed to accentuate a hint of danger with the sensual view, with it's sharply armored edges and stiletto heels. Her torn skirt, tightened by the skulls around her waist fell in folds that folded around her thigh as she shifted and glanced at the room's occupants.

One gloved hand extended forward to extract one of the four papers from the desk, purple eyes focusing on the seemingly incompetent secretary that caught War's attention. Had War found herself a new target to focus on? It seemed as if she had.

Her finger ran down the form, identifying the application form with a brief scan of purple eyes. She held out her hand expectantly, waiting for the pencil. But when the pencil didn't come, she looked upwards to lift an eyebrow at Invictus's delay. "Connie, the clan has already discussed this prior, have they not? Your delay only slows the inevitable process down-- Or is conquest of the pencil all you have in mind?" She asked, the corner of her mouth lowering further to deepen her frown.

"Heir to the rider of death, Aisa." She spoke up when it was clear that the pencil would not yet make it's way toward her.

revenant aria


Grey Dragon
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PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 4:18 am


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The daughter of Famine, at that moment, couldn't care less if the pencil was occupied, her thoughts were not on forms and paperwork. She showed much more interest in handling and inspecting the various items inside the office, even going so far as to pull binders off shelves and leaf through their contents with an expression that rapidly switched between boredom, intense interest, a blank stare, and back again. Handling things was MUCH more occupying than standing around listening to her islandy sisters and brother, Pesty~.

Her eyes slyly shifted in the little heir's direction, red-rimmed and tainted by the Insanity that still clung to her like a death shroud. She sauntered over, dainty sandals making a click-click noise on the tile floor eerily reminiscent of hoofbeats as she approached little Invictus.

"Let me see that," she said as she boldly took the pencil, and scrawled something on the paperwork. It was hard to tell if it was her real name, her title as Heir of Famine, or a crude drawing of a little basilisk eating a cockatrice. She muttered something as she examined her 'artwork', and then cocked her head as if listening to whispers that had followed her all the way from the fog-shrouded island. Then her mind seemed to return to the office and it's occupants.

Turning to her fellow Heir, War, she spoke up again. "He is tiny too, isn't he? Just like Pesty." A dry giggle made her rib-bones clatter like pottery wind-chimes.
PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:11 am


Tap. Tap.

The headmistress was getting a bit impatient at her future slaves' tools' staff's little antics. Famine's little explorations and War's mild flirting did nothing to improve her mood. One long, shimmering appendage gripped the ruler tighter, but in an admirable show of restraint, Hellma refrained from throwing it anyone's head. She settled for tapping the table again. Hard.

Snap.

"You are not so useful, you, that I will put up with the bullshit. Get it signed or go back and wallow in madness like dogs in filth, but do not waste my time."

lizbot
Vice Captain

No Faun


demon_pachabel

Beloved Werewolf

PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 9:00 am


"I am not going to waste my time signing something if I have not seen what it is I am signing first. That would not do either of us any good." Invictus said firmly, though not firmly enough to have raised his tone at the headmistress; it had been tempting, however.

He was doomed to never have a real name, just based on how many nicknames were thrown around to him. Never the less, Invictus clenched his fingers a bit when the pencil was snatched from him, giving Famine a look, before taking the pencil back from her, though it wasn't with as much force as he could have, and mimicking the other horseman's actions.

However, his own name was quite legible......... if one was able to read Chinese. Never the less, it was a name. He certainly didn't sign it in blood like Hellma probably would have been over the moon about (he didn't know this woman, but somehow the feeling she wanted to reign over them did not sit well with Invictus). Never the less, once he was finished with the pencil, he put it down and stepped back from it.

He hadn't made any point to offer it to either Eris or Aisa. They were big girls. They could pick up the pencil on their very own like one, now couldn't they?
PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:27 pm


It was Famine's appearance that brought back the unpleasant memories swirling through Death's mind. The insanity was still going strong, often forcing Death to focus abruptly to keep her mind from straying too far into delightful images of doom and gloom. The ends of her red skirt fluttered and snapped whenever the stray black strings of madness sought to tug her back in. Black strings started to line her vision, layering with a forcibly suppressed speed, her vision struggling to clear.

The headmistress's loud crack of her ruler brought Aisa nicely back into reality-- Aisa's eyebrows creased just the tiniest bit, hardly noticeable, as the melody of whispers faded to a low volume in her ears. She threw her hair back over one shoulder, as if to try and dispel the low hum that seemed to vibrate throughout the room.

Not that it wasn't a delicious sound to her ears, the humming of a rough and vibrant melody that promised further adventure and excitement if Aisa listened to it long enough. But no time would ever be long enough to satisfy her.

"You're not much bigger, Famine." Aisa remarked, her slight smile and eyes lighting with amusement from Famine's tactics. Her skulls even gave the appearance of laughing with their toothy grins and the way they bobbed up and down when Aisa tipped her bosom low to briefly glance at Famine's unidentifable signature of agreement. With War's ongoing battle of misplaced attraction (Eris, in that chair, that ice demon looked shorter then you,) Aisa stepped forward towards Connie to retrieve the small wooden object.

The signature she displayed was a single but coarsely written "D," followed with the drawing of an equally rough skull. There might have been holes stabbed in the page to make eyes for the skull.. Or Death had never been adept at writing lightly on paper. She had never been into formalities like Connie but was only slightly more meticulous and legible than Famine's. Only the briefest bit--- Since her signature didn't constitute of much either. Her gloved hand flicked the pencil, throwing it to Eris in a casual swift motion like lighting a lighter or flipping a coin.

With a careless flick and a well-trained twist of her hand, the paper was sent fluttering and landing on the desk that harbored the explosive headmistress.

revenant aria


x_Nata_x

Interesting Conversationalist

PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:28 pm


Eris' warm laughter echoed the heir of Famine's, no louder than the other's in order to save the drier sound from being drowned out by her own, tips of her fingertips going to her mouth as if to muffle it. "Oh but he's cute," she replied impishly, her eyes flicking to the little drawing she had done in an idle gesture, looking up a moment later, looking a little more thoughtful, "Hm... but he is a lot like Vicky, isn't he..." Tapping the side of her cheek with one finger, she glanced over at the secretary again, tilting her head to one side as she considered the thought. She didn't seem to care that he was in the room and could hear Famine and her appraising him, nor that Headmistress Hellma's temper was wearing thin in part due to her own teasing ways. Being stuck on an island until your sanity wore thinner than silk didn't leave one with a firm sense of social etiquette. If they had ever had them at all.

The snap of the ruler, however, did coax her back from her reverie, another little devilish grin curling the corner of her lips as Invictus finally relented under Hellma's scolding. There was something deeply satisfying about teasing the stiff, haughty boil, and there was no denying she was amused at the ease with which he had complied. This amusement was only compounded on as he placed the pencil on the desk, refusing to hand it to either of the remaining girls in what she took to be a pouting defiance. She gave the raven-haired girl a slight look before giving a little courteous bow, grin broadening as she let her take it. The picture of patience, Eris waited until Aisa was finished singing her own paper before lifting her hand, looking pleased as the heir of Death flicked the pencil her way, catching it deftly in her palm. "Thank you Lovely~" she crooned in the other girl's direction, scrawling something chaotic onto the paper.
PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 6:18 pm


At the sharp snap of the ruler, Famine's heir hardly reacted. It took a second before her head tilted in a crazy parody of innocent curiosity. Wallow in madness? Never. She didn't need to wallow, it oozed and pulsed through her as thickly as blood and marrow, and had become a part of her just as surely. Did filth become a part of the dogs that carried it, or did they dissolve into it? Musing on that thought the ghoul started giggling once again, finding whatever thoughts passing through her head to be both relevant to the current discussion and amusing.

Once she had calmed down, she smiled brightly and replied to Aisa as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "You noticed! I have decided to wear false hooves on my feet that give me extra bones on which to stand on, instead of crawling about on my ankles. The click click is becoming more pleasant the taller I get."

The ghoul paused, and silently watched Eris sign the papers as though posed with a great riddle. No sooner had the heir of War finished singing, than she plucked the pencil out of her grasp. "Lovely~" she mimicked, and picked up a sheet to sign it a second time without checking to see whether it was her own. This time the scribbles were a bit longer, a bit more legible, perhaps a haiku about horns with split ends... And then signed a slightly more legible name. Cymbeline. And then more doodles that may have been Hellma and Arel, or vice versa, clearly it would be best to remove the pencil entirely.

Grey Dragon
Crew


lizbot
Vice Captain

No Faun

PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 10:17 pm


The headmistress gave them all a wide, satisfied smile and the signed papers sank into their own shadows before disappearing entirely. "It is done." Despite her words, Hellma's voice resonated with something other than finality. Throughout the campus there was a shift in the air. While many would shrug it off, still others would sense that something had changed. That something had begun.

Hellma's smile widened.

"The Snowflake will show you your rooms and explain to you the options that are before you." A pause, "I will expect him back in one piece."
PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2011 11:44 pm


If possible said "snowflake" had gotten shorter, visibly shorter, to the point where only his antlers seemed to be sticking out. The strange rustling sound thankfully reassured everyone else in the room that no, their secretary had not melted yet, and was instead doing the routine scuffling for bits and pieces of papers that might have been lost in the transaction. Something about being "ungrateful" and "more work" might have also been uttered during the debacle.

"Horsemen - and women, if you please," They paused long enough to stare just eye-level over the counter top. "Yes, signatures, you will, for now, be staying at our luxurious dorm rooms, there are spare rooms in the demon dorms after a couple of our visitors had a certain mishap involving... err, anyway... yes. Rooms." They trailed off entirely, simply muttering, finally getting back on their feet, and opening the door behind them, pausing for a second to see if anyone else was moving. "Well hurry on now, to your rooms. Don't forget to fill entirely in the forms I gave you before you head down there. And.. try not to break anything, please." There was a hint of desperation in the last word.



((OOC:

- ALL HORSEMEN, please head over the the student questing thread to post your [ENROLLMENT] forms! Please don't forget to drop them off HERE when you are ready!
- AFTER your character has been approved, you are free to set up dorms! For now the horsemen will be dorming with the Demon dorms, but please set up their dorm title as [HORSEMEN] thank you!
- You will be further contacted if any other GM action is required! ))

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