The Cafeteria - Punk Section
It happened again, Tixhol once more had to deal with that girl who always had a poor signal, who always just seemed to ruin tags she wanted to do on the cafeteria table. Despite her initial elbowing, the girl returned to going back to a slumbering state with the mouth agape. It was important that she continued to tag the territory of the Punks even in these neutral grounds. The swirling of red and black sharpies to construct drawn skulls always brought amusement to her; however they were being destroyed due to the constant drooling by Summers. The reptilian hissed out annoyed as a bright blue tongue came out of an oddly scaled beak.
"Ssssstatic." She grumbled out to Summers, as her vertical pupil slit widened as she glared at the girl. All the while she clenched her sharpies which rustled around some blackened feathers that were close to her bright white claws. However, as the girl was drooling, they served little purpose to her now. And so, as she didn't have a proper canvas to tag she shoved the sharpies in the right pocket of her sleeveless denim jacket. Well, the situation did provide at least one boon. She could now go on and finish the morsels she was saving. The reptilian girl reached over to a shoddy plastic bowl that was on-top of her lunch-tray and pulled out a deceased larva and flicked it into her beak. Quickly Tixhol leaned her head upwards as she consumed the larva. It was at this point another Punk strolled right in front of the table.
"Eeyyy Chica." spoke the man as he flicked out a slightly forked tongue. His brass colored eyes glimmered, as he tapped his finger against the table. The boy looked primarily humanoid, except for the brass colored eyes and the forked tongue. The man himself was dressed in an unzipped grey hoodie with a white t-shirt that had a logo of a coffin on it. In the suavest accent he could muster, the boy leaned on the table as he stared into the heavily annoyed eyes of Tixhol. "I didn't know that angels could fly so low." He began nodding, knowing that he was going to seal the deal.
He did not seal the deal. Tixhol face-palmed with her left hand and stared at him still annoyed. "Ugh, Charro do you know how many times you said that exact line to me? Aren't your pals expecting you? You better hurry up and get away from bothering me." Charro began rolling his shoulders around as he smirked at Tixhol. "Si mi amigos, probably. But they know, I am in it for las chicas!" He once more gave an eager smile to the girl, "Saaay you see Lacey 'round?" However, Charro's attention was taken by Summers. The boy had failed in getting Tixhol, but he swore he would not fail in attracting her.
Charro glanced towards a man who was sitting near and across from Summers. "Ey, muchacho, scoot a bit woulda por favor?" The bulbous headed grey skinned creature, with sunken cheeks did so. "Don't think you're gonna get it." Said the creature with a smirk, Charro licked his right hand as he brushed it through his short dirty brown hair. Sitting down at the table, Charro knocked down on the table. "Eeyyy mama." He spoke towards Summers with a smile as he scrounged his mind for lines he hadn't used copious times already. "Dayuuum, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged!" This line hopefully wouldn't fail him this time.
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The Cafeteria - Bully Section
"As the Great One says..." was spoken in a strange tone of harshness and an attempt to be scholarly. "Panic is your greatest ally, whether it is in others or yourself." Sitting on a booster seat on the cafeteria was a dark green goblin whose lower fangs protruded in a heavily noticeable under bite. His dull red eyes focused on his peers who sat around him. With a putrid yellow claw he scratched at his pointed and scarred nose. "Yes, panic is required to fully drive them to suffering. The panic in others drives them to rash decisions and will drive them to do whatever their captor takes. In the hands of a devoted follower of Erythnul, the Great One, it is used to cause a frantic assault upon those that oppose." The goblin scratched at his metal chain necklace that was constructed from stolen bike chains that were collected as tribute, that he got to keep and didn't need to pass up to the hierarchy.
"Mmm." The goblin pursed his lips together as he gazed upon the various bullies surrounding him, "What do you think of this knowledge?" One of the bullies, a rather feral looking girl dressed in a series of hides glared at the boy. "Klag..." She leaned over and frantically began sniffing. The girl drooled a bit before glaring at him, "You think too much. Tribute needs no thought, only action." With that she slammed down a tendril that functioned as an appendage of the left side of her torso. "Tolls need to be." Snarling the girl glanced around, "I've tracked down prey, weak musk, always carry things." The goblinoid Klag glanced at the girl, "Leech?" The feral Leech glanced around at her peers as she dragged her tendril off the table. "...Time. Take time, but target easy with tribute."
It appeared that the girl was unable to articulate exactly who or what, but she had some prey in mind. Klag grumbled out as he plucked at his necklace once more. "Hnm, well if you are unable to speak of your target, I can tell you that I am going to take down a few Nerds for tribute. If any of you have not selected a target, I am willing to provide shares of it, before of course sending what must be sent." With that the goblin extended the offer of teaming up to beat the crap out of others. Klag himself always had more fun beating the shit out of targets when he had an accomplice alongside him. "However, there is another issue I must deal with. A more pressing issue concerning heretic filth." Klag snarled out, recalling those gaudy colors that tainted an entranceway of the Bullies' realm. Klag's eyes narrowed, "This I request a kinsmate to help me find the perpetrator and put them in their place."
Meanwhile another proud Bully held out a rabbit that was squirming. Dark yellow eyes peered at the rabbit which was flailing from side to side, and attempting to kick its way out of the grip of the one who had it. "Heheheh..." laughed out a boy with a light grey complexion. "Man oh man!" the kid enthusiastically declared, "You shoulda seen the tears of the bitch I stole this from, and I wish I had a camera when I ate her..." He coughed out as he began speaking in a shrill falsetto, "Deary weary Mister Fluffles." Using his free hand the creature slapped down on the table, "In front of her. Cause oh, she was crying so loud, it was amazing. Saved the second one for my snack here." Grinning ear to ear, the boy showed off his serrated teeth. "Yeah, I'm glad I saved this one." The rabbit desperately tried to escape from the clutches of the bully, but it continued to fail in its attempt to survive. Ah truly, this pathetic creature would serve as a fine meal for the monstrous kid.
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The Cafeteria - Nerd Section
A girl was sobbing hysterically as she kept her head buried in her arms, who just so happened to be near that weirdo even among the Nerds, Nikolai. "H-he took Mister F-fluffles and Wibbles!" She pulled her arms further into a blue sweater she was wearing. "Azarazarazarazarazarazar..." The girl began speaking in a highly frantic matter as her head began shaking. Her skin had gone into a white hue, as she continued to mention in fright of the foul kid that took away what she found precious. Another nerd near her, a rail-thin bespectacled man with compound eyes decided to promptly scoot away to the sound of cards being slammed down upon the cafeteria table.
"I sacrifice my Toxic Bubbles-!" A raspy voice declared as a bony hand slowly slid two cards off from the table. Peering from a stack of cards held in between those bony fingers, were the glowing blue eye-sockets of an opponent who knew what he was doing. Or at least he thought he was going to be able to beat his opponent. With a warry gaze, a portly hobgoblin slightly pushed up the glasses from his bulbous nose before lowering them down. "To SUMMON, BELFORP THE DEVOURER!" With a hearty cackle the creature mocked how his opponent had no chance of stopping him. The Hobgoblin slowly reached down and flipped up a card, "Endless Abyss."
The glowing eyes just focused on the card for a moment, shocked that such a thing happened. "Dude! Endless Abyss was banned!" The Hobgoblin shook his head, "No, no you are thinking of Infinite Chasm! That took out the entire field, Endless Abyss just takes out one monster." The creature peered, revealing his sunken face, "No, no, Endless Abyss was banned this season. You got the current edition guide book, look it up." The Hobgoblin snorted as he placed down his cards and pulled out a book that depicted several strange monsters upon it. The Nerds would find out their answer in time.
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Outside the Campus Building
"Huh, shit he was right." Spoke a rather casual voice that started stepping towards a curled up student against the wall. "Rock Elementals do take a good beating." The student in the fetal position was in fact, forged from rock and had a few new cracks to the forehead. The perpetrator, was a creature covered in countless white spindles, so much so that all that was truly visible was a pair of black beady eyes from a region that could be considered its head.
"Anyhow, let's see..." The spindly monster paused as it pondered what to do, "Let's just see how much damage I can do before oh, Idunno I'll come up with a time limit later." And so the creature tromped closer to the pitiful Rockman.
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The Cafeteria - Entertainer's Section
One of the Entertainers sitting next to Artemis, a Halfling with light blue eyes and a bit of brown scruff on his chin gave an enthusiastic grin to Artemis. "Man, I'd love to see their faces right now!" Another student quickly slapped the Halfling's back. "Yeah oh, I get ya Tim. But me, I'd just like to laugh from here. Not in the mood for another swirly." Spoke the peer, a much lankier student of Elven descent. His golden locks were notably drenched. The elf took a moment to grab and twist at his hair. Some water dripped onto the floor.
Staring at his associate, Tim raised an eyebrow. "Jimminy Crickets! D'ya know who did it?" The Elf grimaced and shivered at the thought. "Yeah, you know Cyrios?" Tim's complexion became notably pale. "The Centaur?" Upon hearing this the Elf nodded slowly. "Him." The elf glanced towards Artemis, "Hey you wouldn't have any ideas on how to get him back would ya?"
Tim quickly gave an interjection, "Hey yeah! You gotta have something, I mean we gotta help Kuornos!" The halfling gave a quick glance towards the elf. "At the least we should give him a laugh at Cyrios' expense."
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The Cafeteria - Behind the Preppy Curtain
"...And then I bought out that pauper's entire village and destroyed it to build a new apartment complex." Noted a red-haired goblin girl, who was sitting on a gilded litter being held by two constructs forged by diamonds which stood at about five feet. She held out her knife as she was carving into veal that was sizzling with a bit of recent heat. "And then that pauper had the audacity to hire out some so called 'adventurers' to protect their town." She plopped a fork in her meal as she took a bite from it.
Sitting across from her, in a tank gilded with various jewels that was behind held upon the back of an ogre was a fishman relaxing in it. The fishman reached over to grab a golden chalice with his webbed hands. Focusing his bright yellow eyes upon the goblin he spoke. "My my, what a startling discovery that must have been." Opening his mouth, the fishman poured the bright red liquid that was in the goblet down his gullet. "And what happened next?"
Glancing at her associate, the Goblin spoke up. "It was a rather simple matter." The goblin began to explain. With her knife once more lodged in the cutlet, she returned to carving another chunk out. "The leader of the band, being a person who acknowledges business deals, got his minions to leave with him once they heard the proper story."
The Fishman nodded at her, "Hm. Quite the fascinating tale. It is always good to hear the affairs of other gentlemen."
