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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 3:04 pm
Evie's head cocked to the side in question. Why was she getting her schedule changed? She didn't want to make her friend possible upset by asking, and it really wasn't her business.. She just hoped they would still have classes together. Hearing that she wanted to ask Pan, Evie's eyes brightened. Here came her childish nature bubbling to the surface. Sure he wouldn't if they asked him a question..
Her mischievous thoughts were ceased at Miya's worried voice. She waved her hand dismissively. "I wasn't even really planning to go to class today. I don't think I can focus.." trailing off Evie began walking towards Pan and the hot guy.
"Follow me," Evie whispered to Miya as she began to sneak up behind Pan. She was sure he would hear her, or the guy would alert him, but she really didn't mind. She wanted to get introduced to the fine looking male too. Popping her head up beside Pan's, Evie smiled innocently. "Hey Pan," Evie said, her tail brushing past his legs in a friendly manner.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:23 pm
((Somewhat of a filler post, just to give Miya's reaction to Evie to help Lumi and Blossoms make their posts <3
Her greeting and all will probably come in the next post ^ w ^))
Miya was relieved to hear that she wasn't making the lycan late for class, but she worried all the same about her illness. The concerned looks remained upon her features.
That look of worry quickly changed to one of perplexity as Evie started walking toward Pan and the handsome stranger. "E-evie! What are you doing!?" Miya whispered hastily as she followed along. She could feel herself blushing more the nearer she got to the two males.
Miya stood back slightly as Evie crept up closely behind Pan, blushing with her hands clasped in front of her, at her waist. Her eyes were averted shyly. She looked up though, when she heard Evie's voice. Quickly her vision flashed from the back of Pan, to the face of the other man, before nervous anxiety overcame her and she was back to looking at the tiles beneath her feet, blushing even more furiously. Her thoughts momentarily drifted to her morning with Pan yesterday, causing her body to tense slightly and embarrass her even more, as though someone could see right into her mind and watch it all.
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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:42 pm
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.Pan heard the footsteps following him, certain that his predator had no concern for hiding her presence. She wasn't even upwind of him, so whatever sneak attack she intended to launch, it was for fun, not for a purpose. Thus, he didn't turn his eyes to Evie when she greeted him, keeping them trained fully on his companion, though admittedly, he was grateful for any chance to put off a mealtime.
When soft fluff brushed against his leg, slipping inside the loose weave of his gauzy pants, his expression of disapproval for this entire public eating fiasco was cleared, immediately replaced with a coy, plotting look. Surely the little kitten hadn't intended for this result, but he couldn't help himself. She made it far too easy. In a single, swift and assured movement, he took a final step, and spun on the balls of his feet.
Suddenly, his nose was fractions of an inch from her own, and he gave the girl a brief moment to contemplate just what was happening before he leaned his body forward, and captured Evie's lips. It was neither a particular passionate or long lasting kiss, and after a simple count of three beats, Pan pulled back again, returning to a perfectly respectable distance from the girl's face.
Pan glanced at Miya, intending to wink at her because his witchling would probably go into shock at the sight, and was unsurprised to find she hadn't even been looking, or at least not directly. He winked anyway, just in case.
"Evie, hello. I was just talking about how I was completely ditching you and Miya to go eat." The Mouse flashed a thousand watt grin, "But it would seem you've come to meet my new accomplice. Or did you have another reason for sneaking, pussycat?".
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:57 pm
At first, the little witch kept her eyes to the ground, waiting to hear a reply from Pan, but only seconds after her head had tilted down, she caught movement with her peripheral vision, her eyes widening and her body tensing slightly when she saw what the movement had been.
More rouge was quick to make it's way to her cheeks, and Miya was swift in reacting, hurriedly averting her gaze again. She found herself stealing glances at them through her hair, catching Pan's wink, and momentarily turning her head to the side, feeling more blush creep up to her face. She knew she was probably red as a cherry by then, and tried to calm her blushing skin.
Miya looked back up when she heard Pan speak, looking surprised when she heard him say he was going to ditch them for a meal. His next sentence threw her, though, and caused her gaze to shyly stray to the tall, handsome stranger. She forced herself to look away from him after a moment, knowing that he'd notice her staring if she didn't stop, and instead tried to look at Evie, awaiting her reply to Pan's lingering question.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 8:06 pm
{{Sorry for the wait! I just started a new job this weekend and I haven’t had much time to actually write a decent post! You guys are like lightening hahahaha XP
Synria, I’ll try to write a post for Benaira tomorrow! Sorry again!}}
A dark smile relaxed itself upon Ran’s facial features, watching Pan’s reaction to the amusing yet annoying name similarity, “Yeah, you can just stick to calling me Ranofer. Like you said, I’m not too big on nicknames,” he said with a quick wink. It was safe to bet that the situations Ran put other’s through were either stressful or unpleasant, but it wasn’t his fault that he was prone to such mishaps.. Well, it partly was his fault, and he couldn’t help but use it to his enjoyment. Yesterday he had taken his toll on Bell, who wasn’t exactly as socially inept as Pan, and went so far as to hold her hand, which had obviously made her a bit uncomfortable. Today, it had come in the form of putting Pan in a place where he had to decide between hanging out with Ranofer and embarrassing himself while gorging on pounds of food, or staying with his friends and missing out on the potential more-than-friendship. Sure, Ran knew about the eating habits of undergrounders, since he had gotten around just fine the past seven years he’d been attending St. Francis. The demon could even recall the petit little mouse he’d acquired companionship from in his third year; she’d been so.. feisty, yet very self-conscious when having to eat around him. Maybe the past was just tempting Ranofer to see if Pan would act the same way. You never could know; the Otherfolk all had their own interesting quirks.
As the lycan contemplated if he should join him or not, an began to walk backwards slowly, trying to get Pan’s mind working a little faster before some sad excuse for a teacher came and tried to get them to go to their classes. When he finally came to his decision, which was a good one at that, Ran turned around walking in the direction of the nearest exit, which didn’t seem to be so close. The edge of his perfect mouth curved up at Pan’s reasonable excuse for Miya, the witchling, to not be so stressed. Ran found Kiala to be wildly entertaining, her interests not so far from his own; though he did like to mess with her from time to time. It was a bit disappointing that the Full Moon was on it’s course the following day, since Kiala would be escaping from the P.E. class she was teaching for his last course of the day; though he really couldn’t complain much at all.
Casting his red eyes downward, he met Pan’s gaze, the small smirk still residing on his lips. “Oh, we’re much worse,” his lips twitched upward in the slightest, “It’s hardly bearable, but I do my best to make every moment in her class.. special,” with the insinuation, he turned his head away from Pan, his eyes closing for a moment, before opening to the sound of footsteps making their way behind them. Even after the girl had greeted Pan, he could see his eyes placed on himself before he turned abruptly.
Ran watched with amusement, the grin still planted perfectly on his face, as Pan proceeded to catch the cat off guard and kiss her. Although it had only lasted a moment, Ranofer contemplated just how enjoyable his newest prey would be for him. He would definitely have fun with this one, he was sure. Pan had quickly surpassed the feisty mouse from four years ago. Now he’d just have to find out how well he’d do in a more private setting.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 8:32 pm
Evie's eyes widened considerably larger then they ever had. That was not what she had been expecting. Her cheeks immediately became the color of bright red tomatoes and her ears and tail were both erect. "I, well.." Evie was completely flustered. "M-Miya wanted to ask you something!" The lycan blurted and bit her lip.
What else was she to say? Sorry Miya, Evie apologized mentally as she side glanced over at her friend who was looking back at her. It was then his words really sunk in and she frowned. "Ditching us, huh?" Evie seemed to completely forget was she had blurted before as her childish personality came flooding back.
"Well mister," Evie said, prodding Pan's chest with her finger. "What if we want to eat too?" She peeped around Pan to look at the grinning man. "You wouldn't mind if my other friend and I joined, would you?" Evie's tail swayed a little in hope.
Pan was right of course, she did want to meet his 'accomplice'. She was also hungry, and probably eating would reduce the toll the illness was having on her a little. Also, having a repeat of what had just occurred between her and the other lycan wouldn't be so bad either.. Oh, here she went again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 4:09 pm
{I'm suffering from a little writer's block. I'll be back later tonight to post.}
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:19 pm
{{Oh! When did the Solitary Fey section get added? Bahaha, it goes along with Ran's little Queen dying thingamajig XD}}
Bennie followed rightfully behind the teacher, giving the other girls a quick glance before completely passing them; though it wasn’t surprising that they had missed it. As they made their way to the exit, the nymph didn’t seem to pay much notice to the two males they had passed; her attention was focused on the movements of the ceramics teacher.
Bennie’s preference of women had always simply come natural to her. She found the female body to be much more appealing than that of the male species; but that came quite easily with the fact that the males she had grown up with hadn’t had much of an appeal at all. Always finding herself watching a sway of the hips, attracted to the supple, and sometimes subtle, curves of the female body; it was an easy decision for the nymph to make. Not to mention that her height had always presented an advantage when the particularly tall girls had walked ahead of her. That was one of the only reasons she missed her original height, but it got tiring to be looked down upon by others. That’s why, over the years, she had been trying to use her evolution skills to make her bones grow at least a tiny bit. It seemed that every ten years she’d manage to grow a meager inch, leaving her four inches above the usual standard for gnomes.
Though watching the teacher’s behind was tempting, Benaira’s gaze had been magnetized to the arrangement of chains that jangled as she walked. Now that she was observing Ms. Frahy, she noticed how different her attire was. This teacher was much tougher looking than Bennie had first noticed, being that the woman’s demeanor seemed a bit softer when she had spoken before. When she had pushed the door open, leading them into the brisk air of the courtyard, a small gust of wind had gently brushed past Frahy’s dangling chains, a very slight sound, but the melodic noise had whispered itself into Bennie’s knowing ears. A smile appeared on her face with delight as she began to hum under her breath, a beautiful tune if one listened carefully.
As she entered the shop, Bennie quickly found a stool and sat upon it, watching Ms. Frahy light her cigarette with a couple snaps of her fingers before surveying the room with little interest. Everything seemed to be clean, a bit too clean actually; especially after observing the woman who was teaching the class for a couple minutes. She seemed like a being who liked to get down to the grit of things, for the sake of creativity instead of complete order; but that was just Bennie’s first impression. She waited and watched patiently as the other students sauntered into the class, sitting in stool scattered around the tables.
After Synria explained what they’d be doing and passed out the clay patties, Bennie waited for the lecture to end before dipping her hand into the bowl of liquid. When Frahy made a small joke about Bennie’s webbed fingers, she smiled up at the teacher and continued to mold the clay. Pinch pots were pretty easy, though Bennie’s nails called for a much taller and slender mold than the usual round bowl. The mini vase was as smooth as Ms. Frahy had predicted, though Bennie was bored with the lack of design on the moldable clay. Taking the tips of the opening, she thinned the clay and curved it out, paying no notice to the students who had already finished their round little bowls. With a pointed nail she began to etch delicate curves within the clay. The result, when she finished moments later, resembled a design similar to that of a Faberge egg.
As she held the clay in her hands with precaution, she looked out of the window. It was only then that she had realized that her humming hadn’t ceased since she had arrived in the shop, or more so the gentle melody had been replaying in her mind over and over. Inspiration came in the simplest of happenings, and a content smile placed itself on her lips as she approached the wood oven and Ms. Frahy who stood beside it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 8:11 pm
The wind came to blow, causing the free strands to sail along with it. Kiala had managed to pull herself up on the roof. Bringing her knees to the exposed chest, one leg over the other, as her eyes looked towards the school. A small sigh came to the rather thin lips as the pair of orbs closed. Horatio. It was the one name that had been buzzing in her mind all day.
Kiala tossed her head back as to stare up to the sky. Usually, Kiala pushed her crushes away. Why? Why would she when she knew that Horatio did have a crush? Perhaps, it was because it was the only thing that Kiala saw as a weakness. Something that Kiala didn't have any control over. With the moon slowly coming to power, Kiala's other side had also enoyed the look of the other teacher, with her control diminishing how would Kiala plan to keep herself locked in the woods?
Fingers came to twist and fiddle. At least she had long enough to think of a way. This house wasn't on her side though. The whole house was rotten. Termites had made its shelter in to a never ending buffet. The rain and trees had wrapped almost all of the boards. Nothing could keep Kiala back from returning to the school when her transformation had finished.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 11:17 pm
Her cigarette was long burnt out and the little butt was scrunched up and laying on the floor. The gleaming light orbs cast to the ceiling, high and metallic with covered rolls of insulation padding it. Synria was off in her own dreamland as her students were getting dirty with slip and clay.
Soon, she noticed students growing nearer to finishing and being ready to glaze. Getting up, her nostrils flared and she pulled air into her mouth, letting it sit there for her thought out elementalism to mold. The energy in the air she took in, the oxygen heating up and meeting near combustion point. When she opened the door to the kiln as quickly as she could and bent into it, her mouth open as she breathed the flame into the kiln before any part of her was burnt. Getting up again, she wiped her mouth and went back to her chair.
A few minutes had passed. As the kiln was at its optimum temperature, Synria got up and looked at the pinch pots presented. Some were masterful, others mediocre, some outlandish, or even not pots or vessels of any sort at all. Synria rather enjoyed experiencing the creativity of her students.
That is...Until someone threw clay at another student. The obnoxious boys then saw the metal of their table shrink and bend, forming a wall between them, deflecting the clay and effectively startling the young mage and his vampire friend. The table returned to normal. "Now quit bein' little idiots." She hollered to them. A couple of students chuckled at their misfortune. The boys went back to being relatively well mannered. Synria looked at her only Gnomish student and chuckled at her complete apathy to the situation as she continued forming her vase. The majority of the other students reacted as she did. Such unafraid relaxation made Synria more comfortable.
When Benaira showed up, she was kicked back against a table in a plastic school chair. With a simple shift of her weight and pressure, the chair leaned forward and she eyed the little vase.
"That's adorable. Thank you. You're ready to glaze. What color would you like?" Having several little containers of a vast color choice of glaze for the pinch pots, her students had almost any color imaginable to pick from. The set itself, a huge palette looking slotted thing of cheap molded plastic that covered nearly the whole of a table with empty slots in it. Much like an advent calendar that had been picked over some. A few students were already glazing.
"Now mem'er, id'l fire much d'rker than id'l look goin' on." She murmured, slipping into her habit of not enunciating, her back turned to pick out Benaira's color from the vast arrangement.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 12:14 am
{Okay, time to post for my second character, since I'm thinkin' about it.}
The clock read 11:24. Her schedule written on her hand, she was to report to Introductory Mechanics with Ms. Tamaranth. However, even with her ridiculous tardiness, Asgard felt no need to hurry. Her lengthy mahogany hair worn down for her first day. Silken and wavy, the unseelie fae was modelesque in her poise, her walk almost like that of a catwalk. All an elegant facade. The effectively childish 92 year old at a stunted height of five-foot-four turned the corner and yawned, her loose white chemise's sleeves falling back, little bat-like wings protruding from her wrist as she covered her mouth.
The white chemise that fell down to the bottom of her bust line, her midriff showing. Frilly and lacy, the almost angelic white shirt contrasted with the black ruffled skirt that fell to her mid-thigh and opaque black tights with little sporadic holes torn in them along the outside of the thighs.
Her messenger bag had a small array of buttons. One of which, felt the need to fall off and onto the floor. The small water-color red heart with little angel wings staring up at her. Her four-inch wedge boots that went up to just above her knees making kneeling down a difficult task. From poised to awkward, her knees shook as she reached down, careful not to show anything if she bent and her skirt moved. But of course a random warlock boy wandered by and her skirt was successfully blown up by his magic. This caught the irate Unseelie by surprise and knocked her forward on what was now discovered to be a very slick floor. Picking up her button, she fell on her knees, the leather slippery as ever against the tile of the floor.
And away she went, sliding along the floor for a good few feet before falling onto her stomach in front of a room. From inside, her arms and head should be visible as an "oof" was uttered. Slowly, she brought herself up. "Damn..." She muttered. Picking the rest of herself up, using a nearby locker as leverage, the now humiliated Asgard glanced to the door's molding of the room she was next to to regain her bearings. Of course though, she was in front of the room of the class she was taking this hour.
A quick sigh left her mouth as she brushed herself off and walked in. "Excuse me..." Smoothed out of her mouth in an elegant and soft tone, playing it off as if nothing happened. "I'm supposed to be in Introductory Mechanics this hour...? This is this class is it not?" Her dark emerald orbs scanning for Ms. Tamaranth.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 5:54 am
:: My apologies. Unorthodoxly crazy happening at the moment that have prevented me being online.
Or rather, I've prevented myself from getting online because of them.
Excusé moi. ::
Before he had even a chance to respond, Darian's nose twitched as he heard thundering footsteps coming closer. Closing a mouth that had been just about to respond - and hiding his exposed fangs along with it - he waited patiently for several long moments. Though he was sure Horatio had not heard the running until it was nearby, the Vampire had detected it heading purposefully in their direction from several hallways away. "Looks like you may have a student after all," he muttered just before the steps came into human hearing proximity.
He simply waited as the two exchanged words, or rather, as the girl nervously muttered apologies and her teacher regarded her dismissively. Funny. At this point the Vampire was standing fully again, fingers idly playing around his collar in a way that suggested that he had no idea he was actually doing it. The faint outline of a cross pressed through, though only for a moment before his fingers fell again.
"I would not wish to intrude on your class, Miss Tamaranth. It seems you have an eager student to deal with now, so I will take my leave, unless you feel like instructing me in Introductory Mechanics. I would warn you, though. Most things I touch would probably freeze." The bit of dry humor made him smirk slightly, mostly because he knew it was not very funny at all. Making an eloquent bow fit for a kingly court, he slipped past the student before any objections could be made, the shadows once again seeming to leave the room with him along with the cold.
Once again he found himself meandering aimlessly through the halls until he found a doorway to the outside, pushing it open into what he would assume to be a slightly chilly day for anybody else. It felt a bit warm to him. Glancing up at the slow moving clouds, he smirked again. Overcast and gloomy. Perfectly stereotypical. Producing an impossibly small book from his pocket, he flipped it open to a marked page and began reading as he walked, feet that nearly missed the ground taking him purposefully to a large oak sitting alone in the middle of the courtyard. A single bound - one that looked more like he took another step and floated - took him to a low lying branch where he sat calmly with his back to the trunk, wondering while he read if the administration would decide to give him classes today again. How indecisive.
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Illicit Romance Vice Captain
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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:17 am
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.{{Oh, Illy, you silly bean. We forgive you for having a real life (god knows I'd love one at this point). Of course, you still haven't PMed me to let me know what classes you'd like to teach and when. I have to assume you missed the memo. On that note, we've got a new school map, a new class of Fae, some edits done to Vampires, etc, etc.}}
Horatio prepared herself to ask him to stay anyway, but before her mouth was even open, he was gone again. "Well, then. I suppose that just leaves you and I, miss. Can I safely assume you are," the blonde woman's eyes glazed for a brief second, as she let her mind merge with the nearest computer, and pulled up the roster for her class. "Miss Amara Airving, first year student, Blessed mage?"
With her awareness drawn back into the real world, instead of focused solely on the depths of her own mind, Horatio realized that, outside the room she could hear the footsteps of another student, and they seemed to be prancing around in front of her door, like they were waiting for permission.
While the teacher waited for her first student of the day to reply, she raised a hand idly into the air, letting the door's hinges swing open at her demand. A horned fae stood in the door, and Horatio wondered briefly if the horns were visible through her glamor or not. Although, the girl was perfectly normal looking otherwise, so perhaps she didn't even keep a glamor..
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 8:02 am
Hunger stormed the empty stomach. The pounds of meat had been dissolved as much as her digestive system could manage and pulled the protein and other minerals, along with what little vitamins, in to the woman's body. A hand came to soothe the beastly stomach as her hips turned and body soon followed.
With the hole widen, it was easy for Kiala to slip back in and land with a crackling sound on the second floor's interior, her body ached. It had been awhile since the creature was free to roam. For an odd reason Kiala didn't enjoy her other form roaming around; her partly human conscious knowing all too well what might happen.
Her heels made the stairs scream with pain as the wood came to bend remotely. As Kiala entered the first floor, her hand gave a thievery grasp at another slab of jerky meat.
Jerky always helped with the transformation. Her teeth were pounding. It was teething all over again. At least with this food it was like biting on a bone. The blonde hair came to shake as she closed her eyes to rid her mind of such an image. She was no dog! She was better. Steathy, keen hearing and sight, she was huge, and feared; at least among the human population. Swallowing her first bite. Kiala looked at the hanging meat. Would this be enough? Or had Kiala miscalculated how much she ate?
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 10:58 am
Asgard's glamor was a strange subject, it was either perpetually off at this point in the school due to her lack of caring whether others of her kind could see her strange wrist and ankle wings, horns, and the like or not. Or perhaps it was on and the horns and wings were added to have an impish feel. The truth would never be revealed.
Her lengthy hair fell into her face and got caught up in one of her horns. She took a second to fix it, when she realized her button was still in her hand, causing her to p***k her thumb. "Damn..." She hissed.
Taking a few steps in, the fae looked around, scanning the room, her thumb being shaken slightly. Once she bent forward some, peeking around a shelf to peek in on the population density of the room, the spiral tattoo on the skin over her heart was more visible. Standing up straight, she found there was only another student and the teacher. Holding out her hand to Ms. Tamaranth, she smiled slyly, awaiting a casual hand shake. "I'm sorry for being so tardy..." She started. "It won't happen again."
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