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 Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 1:53 pm
Evie took Ran's offered arm, the blush remaining on her cheek. She'd never walked with someone like this before. She liked it. It seemed quite romantic.. She ceased her thoughts when the walked out into the cold air.
"I can't wait until it snows," she said softly, talking to no one really. She wanted to be able to run around in the snow, both in her human form and animal. Maybe she, Miya, Pan, and possibly Ran, would have a snowfight. She loved those. Being in her Pard form for so long Evie didn't have many snowball fights, she would just wrestle in the snow with members of the Pride. Being with others that had human forms though, she would very possibly get to take part in them again.
As they entered the cafeteria Evie waved her tail in eagerness. She really hoped food would help her illness symptoms. Before she could run off to get something to eat she heard Ran. She kept herself from frowning. If she went to get food, would someone take the seat next to him? Yes, most likely, but what was she thinking? Ran was probably not even interested in her. Besides, getting food was more important then worrying about who was going to sit next to who like some jealous little kid, which she was not, right? Sighing mentally Evie made her decision and began to walk towards the lunch tray rack.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 2:42 pm
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.{{This post assumes Miya is going through the line for food as well. If she is not, then pretend Pan notices her, it shouldn't have much bearing on anything, either way.}}
As soon as they entered the cafeteria, Pan broke from the group, heading directly for the line of servers. His nose was so sensitive to the smell of food in this state, and suddenly he was painfully ravenous. He grabbed a tray from the rack, and bounced his way through the gloriously empty line. This was why he never took a Mid-morning class. Empty line, empty caf, empty tables everywhere. Absolutely perfect.
Towards the end of the line, there were piles of sacks, just small enough to fit on the trays, which promised to be filled with all manner of seed a nut, some with fruit, some without. Pan selected his personal favorite, complete with cranberries, and dropped it on his tray lightly. It was about fifteen pounds, give or take. Not enough to completely quell his stomach, but a good start. It would at least last him the first fifteen minutes or so, maybe twenty if the conversation was particularly enthralling.
True, he could have gone for the great slabs of rare steak that were offered up for his fellow Lycans, but around Full Moon, eating meat always made him queasy. He never ate much of it to begin with, presumably because of his herbivorous animal form. Briefly, he stood in front of the rack of silverware, toying with the idea of a spoon, but he abandoned it quickly, in favor of his fingers. There was nothing particularly messy about the meal, and silverware was, unfortunately, simply not as fast as his hands were.
Having abandoned the group before the faerie's announcement of lack of hunger was made, he was also the first to return to the table Ranofer had selected. With a general sense of abandon, Pan dropped the tray in front of the seat across from Ranofer. He had thoroughly considered taking the seat beside the Demon, but with his usual careful calculation, had opted to remain in full view at any given moment.
Even if he was about to begin shoveling unreasonable pounds of food down his throat. Besides, Evie would be back soon. He wouldn't be alone in his mass consumption, and that, at least, made it a little better..
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 7:58 pm
((Good luck with your finals, everyone!
I don't have finals until June (i'm in high school) but my midterms are coming up in January.
I'm sooooo worried about them! > . <
I hope things go smoothly for all of you, though!!
Ganbatte! Bonne Chance! Good Luck! <333)) Miya was only mildly surprised at first when Pan put his hand on her shoulder, mostly because she didn't really understand what he was saying. She knew very little about lycans, having only known one in her life (she grew up among humans, witches, and mages) but she DID understand his closeness to her, and more blush lit her cheeks aflame. Then, as quickly as he had done so, he had turned and was ready to go.
As he turned, the witchling walked slightly behind the others, and quickly her eyes caught sight of Evie and Ran, causing more blush to rise in her face. In truth, she was jealous of them, especially Evie. She was shy, but she yearned for compassion and romance as well, which Evie seemed to be getting a taste of. These thoughts brought her gaze to Pan's back instead, and brought more blush to her cheeks. How did he really feel about her...? She just didn't understand him; He was so flirty, seemingly with everyone, now that he'd seen him acting that way to someone other than herself. She was extremely grateful to him, though, and did her best not to feel anger toward him or anyone else. Her mother had taught her that all things happened for a reason, and that it was best to be understanding of others because you don't actually know what may be going on. It was one of the many things she had been taught and lived by.
When they got there, Miya watched Pan as his gaze zeroed in on the cafe, and then turned to her other two friends as he went off to get in line. She stood slightly off to the side, not sure she should intrude on them. When Evie left for the line, though, Miya paused and contemplated how hungry she was. It would be strange and embarrassing if she sat and practically forced Ran to talk to her, and so she followed a few steps behind Evie.
The witch hadn't had breakfast, but she decided that a bowl of fruit was plenty for breakfast. She took a small bottle of milk as well and paid for her food, moving past Evie, but waiting for her a few steps from the register, assuming that her friend was trying to get a lot of food. She hoped the lycan would feel better... She was worried.
Pan had already sat down, Miya could see him from where she stood. Her eyes then drifted to Ran, who seemed to be looking at her, causing blush to flare up for the hundredth time that morning. She quickly looked back at her small bowl of fruit, unsure of what to do. She realized only then that one of them, either she or Evie, would wind up sitting next to him. It was also that moment that she came to realize that she didn't know where she'd rather sit... Miya blushed more.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:29 pm
[[My finals are in January too. I hope I do well.. Yes; Mina, Ganbatte!]]
Evie immediately plopped a medium sized steak on to her tray, a small fish, and picked out a bottle of water. She watched Miya walk past her for a moment. Was she planning to sit next to Ran? Would Evie take that chance away from her? No, she would not. Like she had confirmed before, she was not jealous in the slightest.
If Ran decided he liked Miya, she would be fine. Likewise if Pan did the same. Though, she did secretly hope for one of the males, Ran really, to like her. She would not let that feeling control her though. Friends came first. Swaying her tail in confirmation to her thoughts Evie walked up beside Miya.
"Let's eat," Evie said to her friend with a smile before beginning to walk towards the table. She would walk slowly, in case Miya was bound for the seat next to Ran. If Evie made it to the table first however..
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 9:24 pm
Miya looked up with a smile and nodded shyly when she heard Evie's voice. "Mm-hmm." She walked slowly next to her, on the side closest to the table, still not sure where she would sit, but figuring that it would cause the least animosity if she sat next to Pan, and on the slow, painstaking walk there, she decided to do just that. As she walked, she saw that it would be easiest for her to try to cut in first, because she was on the side closest to the table, and that seat was where Pan was sitting. It seemed the perfect plan.
((Meh, filler. D: Sorry.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 11:16 pm
{Gah! Dx Writer's block again...I'm sorry! I'll post tomorrow or later tonight.}
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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 6:12 pm
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.{{*wheeze* Agh! Cold weather!! It hurts my lungs, and makes me laaaazy!}}
Klara eyed the teacher with disdain, knowing that the Fae would never do anything particularly unpleasant to her, just as she would not do anything of particularly rash hatefulness. Klara had no reason to like the Seleigh, but no reason to dislike her, and with only a few semesters left before she was freed of this place, there was no reason to be more rude than her usual level.
So, the Russian replied, her voice laced with flippancy, "Because I promised that it is was a good little snack I'd bring it to the Necromancers and see what could be done. And at any rate, he isn't damaged. I'm not a three year old, I eat calmly and cleanly. The only wound is has is on it's foot." Her accent was muted, but the fact that it was there at all was a show of sincerity. Klara did not like to appear foreign, but the change in her voice always betrayed her when she spoke truthfully. Every word was so calculated when it slipped from her lips that her accent was almost never actually there.
Throughout the speech, she did not lift her eyes to the teacher, and when it was done, she turned her face to look at the pureblooded student behind her. "At any rate, we are entitled to a certain amount of barbary on this campus. The other predators all get to hunt freely, but never us." An unpleasant grin slid onto her face. "Or do you not crave the kill, hashashin?".
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 9:32 pm
And such did the Unseelie pay full attention to the teacher, but she couldn't help but run her fingers along the desks and she then smiled her crooked, sly smile. "Very well...for the last 20 minutes we'll fix locks or whatever."
Asgard's hands moved in such a way that made her look quite arrogant or uncaring. Her wrist flicked some at her eye level like an old Victorian man rushing someone to finish speaking. Really it was more habitual than anything else to force her own acknowledgment on others.
Her dark green orbs then seemed to catch the appearance of the teacher before she was fully turned around, her sly smirk accompanied with such a soft gaze that she seemed paradoxical. "I'm perfectly up to it..." Smoothed out of her mouth in a soft but blunt and short way.
{Minipost.}
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 11:21 am
Bennie worked slowly on glazing her pinch pot. Even though she was a perfectionist, her sluggish, yet skillful, working habits were not aimed at painting the vase just right. Her eyes stayed trained on the smooth clay as the paintbrush stroked blissfully across the surface. The metallic brown color almost glimmered, reminding her of the rocks she used to collect in her youthful past. In fact, the magnificent, colorful rocks lined her dwelling back in Loch Ness. Her collection was always growing back then, and in no way limited to rocks. The waters were always full of brilliant, unexpected wonders. Bennie only wished that the waters could have remained jubilant in their splendor, instead of blurry with the blood of her kind. She wondered, now that the war had halted, if any of her gnomish community had survived the past years. Never in her dreams would she return, though, only in her nightmares… This was her chance at a new life. If she kept thinking about the past, she might just get herself stuck in its horrors.
Fluttering her eyelids, she came back to the present. Through her recollection, Bennie had managed to finish glazing her vase, letting it sit there as it reflected the light from the ceiling fixtures. Once again, she brought her wide eyes up to glance at the clock. A couple of minutes left before the class would end for today. “Thank goodness,” Bennie mumbled to herself, quickly hopping off of the towering stool. Delicately handling her wet pinch pot, she walked carefully over to Frahy. “Is there enough time to fire my pinch pot, Ms. Frahy?” she asked, innocence clouding her features, though that came easily to Gnomes. Originating from Scotland, one would assume Benaira would have a heavy accent. There was a truth to the assumption, though one would rarely hear the infliction in her tone. As a Gnome, Bennie had the ability of tongues; easily able to learn a language from the briefest of exposures. Over the years, she has used her ability to tone down her accent. Standing out from others wasn’t horrible, but anything that reminded her of her home she tended to use sparingly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 11:35 am
Evie's eyebrows rose. So Miya was planning to sit next to Pan? That's what it seemed like. Yes! A voice in her head said triumphantly. Ignoring the voice Evie took the seat next to Ran. She hoped she was not wrong. She did not want Miya to be upset or angry at her.
With a mental sigh Evie uncapped her bottle of water and took a drink. Was Ran okay with her sitting next to him? Would he rather haven Pan or Miya in her seat? She risked a glance at him. She hated to admit it, but she really did want to sit next to him, and she really did want him to like her. These feelings were new to her. She never felt anything like this with the Pride. Evie wanted so much to embrace the new feelings, but she also did not want to risk her friendships.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 2:50 pm
Ranofer waited with as much patience as he could muster up, all the while finding something to stare at to pass the time. The lycan sitting with his back to him a couple of tables away was a good enough specimen. The demon could recall bumping into the male a couple of times in the past years, making a few advances here and there. They were all ignored, though. This particular lycan was a toughie; hard to get from every angle, but Ran liked a challenge. What he couldn’t remember, was the thing that caught his eye about the lycan in the first place. He knew that there was something about him, other than the fact that he was an eighth year and that he was hard to catch. The fact that he wasn’t facing him made it a little harder to remember the desirable trait.
In the middle of his staring escapades, Pan had returned from the lunch line with a full tray, sitting in front of him and damaging his view of the other lycan. A wicked smirk turned up on his face as he leaned back in the hard chair, watching the undergrounder eye his food. Either Pan wanted to stare at him some more, like he had so blatantly the other day, or he wanted Ran to stare at him for a change. After being around various types of personalities for so many years, Ran found it easy to figure out the actions of others.
Soon enough, Miya and Evie found their way to the table; Miya taking the seat next to Pan, and Evie taking the one beside himself. So this is how it was, hmm? Picking out the girls’ actions, he concurred that Evie was the more aggressive of the two, and Miya was the shy one, always wanting to please the others. Ranofer found it disgusting how one could alter what they felt to make her ‘friends’ happy. ’Too innocent’. Nonetheless, his smile became softer, and Ran took to watching the little witchling for a moment, only to switch his gaze to the pard as he felt her eyes on him. A bit of a smirk graced his lips as their eyes met, though he turned away soon after.
“So, Pan, Miya, and Evie, yes?” he said, pointing to each person of the respected name, “Since Pan never really introduced me, I’m Ranofer,” he said, giving a sly smile towards Pan.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 6:40 pm
Miya took her seat next to Pan and smiled shyly. She hoped this would be a pleasant lunch, and, though she didn't know what class she was missing, she hoped she wouldn't be in too much trouble for skipping it.
The witchling gave Pan a little smile and then looked back at her dish of fruit. She gingerly lifted her fork, poking a strawberry with it, and popping the morsel into her mouth. The tangy-sweet taste put a smile on her human-like face, which still held some pinkness from her earlier blushing. She looked up, feeling eyes on her, and met Ran's gaze only a moment before he looked down at Miya's friend. They said nothing for a moment until Ran confirmed their names and introduced himself.
Miya blushed lightly and smiled brightly at him, then spoke in a soft, happy voice. "Hello, I'm Miya, as you know. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her head tilted cutely. She had the mannerisms of someone who was probably once very vibrant and outgoing, but who had become much shyer in recent years. If one assumed such things, they would be right. The witchling had always had her politeness, as she was raised that way (although before they died, her parents always said she was caring and sweet since birth), but she used to have more bubbily joy in her than she now does.
She looked at Pan, thoughtfully, wondering what her relationship with these three people would come to be. ((Crappy post D:
I like your avi Miss Synria! <33))
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 9:31 pm
Boot-clad feet scraped the ground idly, no sense of direction guiding them, no will moving them. Standing in silence, the new student eyed a worn, creased pamphlet, being tugged at by slender fingers mercilessly. Deep red bedroom eyes scanned the parchment lazily, hooded with slick black lashes and a frayed sweep of side-parted bangs. Looking out across the campus, the girl's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she suck in her lower lip and bit lightly as she contemplated her surroundings. This was new territory to her... Currently, the Unseleighe faerie idled before the dorm building she had been situated in; the morning had been spent moving in what few things she had, and eying the map given to her. Admittedly, the school's layout was not hard to remember... Even so, she wasn't quite positive that she would need to remember her way around, with her luck.
It was mid-morning classes now, meaning she would have... ceramics. The teacher was to be called Frahy, apparently. Quirking a finely shaped eyebrow, Mars picked up her feet and moved sluggishly towards the classes building. After one last n** of thought, her lip protruded into its regular pout position with a pop as she slung her messenger backpack around her shoulders. Sweeping her thick black swirls of hair from beneath the strap she scowled, feeling the cold n** at her exposed neck; the full moon was on its way and she felt worn already. Her nerves seemed to hum in agitation, her pupils would dilate occasionally, and her stomach would pull acrobatic stunts... It sucked.
Such was the life of a faerie, though.
The new girl took note of the campus locations as she reached the classes building. Sighing heavily, Mars glanced back at the class schedule in her free hand while the other swung the building door open lazily. Mars only paused for a beat, long enough to ascertain which floor her class was on before heading for it. Glancing down at her uniform, she scowled slightly as her mood shifted between paranoid and nervous for a moment, an effect of the upcoming full moon. Ugh.
Mars looked up just in time to keep herself from running into the doorway of her destination. Studying the door for a moment, Marele composed herself for a moment, settling her nerves as best she could before opening the door unabashedly, unsure of whether or not anyone was actually in the classroom of this 'Frahy'.
"Hello?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 9:59 pm
(( XD Synria looks like a techmage X3 So cute! whee ))
Chloe listened calmly, grinning devilishly as Klara spoke. Perhaps she'd struck one of the girl's nerves. She chuckled at her last word. "Ma cherié, craving the kill has never led me to feed on vermin. Au contraire." She gently graced her fangs with her tongue before finishing. "It drives me away from the pesky little things. I'd rather starve than scrape the grounds for..." She paused, pretending to look for the right word. "Filth." She beamed at Klara. "It's a pity to see one such as yourself stoop so low." She faked pity, her voice fading into a whisper as she slowly shook her head. "Disgraceful, really."
Your move mon camarade.
Momo cleared her throat to get back Klara's attention. She knew Chloe's intention was to upset the girl. Of course, it didn't take a genius to figure that much.
"Miss Bagott please do keep to yourself." She chided. "As for your suggestion miss Klara, I will think about it." She deliberately avoided focusing on the girl's attitude. Rude seemed to be something akin to eye color or her skin tone, it was simply part of who she was. Selene lifted her head at the desk and glared at the necromancer, who simply ignored her. "However, if I decide to bring it back, you will have to take care of it. I believe it will be an enlightening experience for you."
((Ah, crappy. My brain's dead TT^TT ))
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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 4:11 am
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.{{Multi-Post! Whee!}}
Klara studied her peer's face, briefly confused. Stooping? Did her family do nothing but kill bastards? Or did they give her the pleasure of the real kill? The humans? Klara's family had always hunted animals on the side. Besides, humans were so easy to trick, they would come begging you for death if you tried. So-called vermin knew better.
In fact, though Klara had her little kingdom of human Pets, she was not allowed to hunt them. Her family had a reputation to uphold in the human world, after all. The teacher's words caught her attention again.
"I can't imagine how. Humans weren't the only things I kept as pets. I know how to be responsible, and to care for a life less than my own, Tasartir. I simply choose not to." The accent was gone again, showing the calculation in the words. "But, of course, if that is what you want. I did promise the little beasty. Best to keep one's word."======== Horatio nodded, creating a funny effect, since her hair was still mostly on the desk. "Alright then." she began, and nodded to a pair of doorknobs on each girl's table. Abruptly, the knobs collapsed into piles of metal and screws, though recognizable shapes remained.
"The first thing you're going to want, is the instructions." the mage continued, picking up a sheet of paper from her desk. With a similar abruptness, she realized that she didn't have copies. Usually, she didn't need them. Certainly, she could interface with the school's network and have the nearest copier spit out a few more, but then she'd have to go and fetch them and miss this amazingly full classroom.
"Since I've only got one, I expect you'll have to share." The doorknob on the faerie's table reassembled itself hurriedly, and Horatio dropped the paper on Bell's work surface. "My apologies, usually I don't need more than one."
==== Pan caught Miya's stare, and watched her face for a moment, confused. She looking wistful, in a way. It was unnerving, but at least she wasn't acting broken again. Her turned his eyes to his sack of grains, and with practiced ease let one of his fingernails shift into a claw, and tear a neat gash through the middle. The nail shifted, much more slowly, back into a human's fingernail. It was easier to make the claws, on days like this, but harder to make them go away.
With a sudden attack of vertigo, coming form no where as he hadn't stood up yet, Pan's sickness finally washed across him. He steeled himself, putting the illness away. Now was not the time, nor the place. Not till tonight. And, just as he had every month for the last fifty years or more, Pan made himself carry on as though nothing had happened, refusing to appear sickened by the moon.
He drove a hand into the grains, and dropped them into his mouth, the same as he would have any other time. He barely chewed before swallowing, and repeating the action. Briefly, he was thankful for his sickness, weakening him, so that a blush never rose in his cheeks at this all too public display of hunger. Her could maintain eye contact, keep a conversation, avoid all the subtler signs of embarrassment, but the blush always seemed to win.
"Evie," Pan began, as a thought occurred to him, "What's it like being a predator? I know I don't scurry away like a mousie should when I'm changed, but what else do mice do, except wander around an chew holes into things. It must be different for someone with the will to hunt?" .
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