[IC] [This Roleplay Is Closed] - Aulani Academy (Daemon Hunter Roleplay)

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[Drake]

Becca stood by as the other person came up. They seemed to know each other, which wasn't surprising at this school, apparently. Igniserta, though, happily waddled over to sniff out the new guy. Becca put her foot out in front of Ignis and pulled him away gently. She didn't want to seem rude by letting her daemon run amok everywhere.

"We were going to grab a bite to eat, if you want to join us?"
“You’re more than welcome to. If that’s what you want to do that is.”

Becca gave a timid smile and nodded. "Yeah, I was looking for the cafeteria, actually, but I'm kind of new and don't know the school very well." Her timid smile quickly turned into a more confident one and she swiped her overhanging bangs behind her right ear. "You guys sure I wouldn't be bothering you?" she double checked, not wanting to be rude or anything, but it would be nice to have some friends for a change.

[Blox]

“Ah… Making friends no matter what state of mind she is in… She truly is a strange young human isn’t she…”

Beau chuckled. "Well, the ability to make friends in any circumstance despite her mood or feelings is quite admirable. Especially compared to how my quiet human operates."

When Tristan rested her head on his shoulder he instinctively moved his hand to brush some stray hairs away from her face. He hoped he could help her relax and calm down enough to enjoy some breakfast; the day had just begun and it would be a shame for her day to be ruined from her encounter with Tychus. When Tristan apologized for what happened Dactrin pulled back and gently took her shoulders, turning her to face him. "Hey, don't be sorry. I've enjoyed getting to know you and so far, even from our encounter back there, I've enjoyed every minute of it. Besides if you bottle those feelings up they'll tear you apart from from the inside out. Trust me I know.

Dactrin's eyes widened in surprise and brought his attention from Tristan back to Becca and down to the new girl's daemon as it came up to check him out, sniffing curiously. He didn't mind though and gave a smirk as the inquisitive one was rather cute. The girl took her daemon back though, probably not wanting the daemon to bother them. When Becca asked if she would be bothering them Dactrin shook his head "Nope. Not at all." Dactrin then glanced to Beau, standing against Tristan's daemon Sierra, looking to see if the wolf had been placing his eyes upon him. The daemon was not even looking at Dactrin as his eyes were closed, enjoying Sierra's nails scraping over his head and between his ears. He better enjoy that while it lasts because I am not going to be his petter. Dactrin had thought his demeanor as of late was a secret induction by Beau when in fact Beau had been keeping clear of him, lost in his own world with his new daemon friend. It seemed to be that Tristan had given him this new found confidence and he rather enjoyed it. Dactrin came up behind Tristan and placed both hands upon her shoulders, resting his chin down at the base of her neck in a playful manner. "Shall we then?" He then perked up and grabbed Tristan's arm, beginning to walk and lead them back towards the cafeteria. As they walked he turned to Becca, letting go of Tristan as he extended his hand out to her. "I'm Dactrin, by the way, 2nd year."

[Marx]

"Little shit." The metallic voice echoed in Tychus's head, filled with spite that drowned away any remorse the wolf had meant to instill within him, "If he tries something like that a second time..." Tychus merely shook his head, drumming his fingers on Jin's scabbard. In the sudden calmness of the room came the faint scent of sulfur and ash, the herald of Thok whenever he chose to enter into the mortal world from Hell. It was one of the conveniences of Hell, Tychus had always supposed. He doubted it made up for the screaming prisoners, the daemons, and the smell, but to each their own,

"You did well," Thok chuckled, his skeletal jaw clacking against itself, his figure fading into the room in a shroud of swirling ash that gathered at his feet. Tychus never really took a moment to imagine what kind of hell it must have been for the Aulani janitorial staff, what with the messes daemons were so inclined to make. "Not precisely with your little human friends, of course." Thok cackled again, his bony teeth still with a copper tinge from the earlier meal, bit of meat stuck between his teeth, particularly around the canines, "The goblin went down quite well. Perhaps one day you'll find the time to secure me some more lucrative meals though. Something more... unique." Tychus offered Thok a roll of his eyes as a response, signing as he did so, "I'll be sure to keep an eye out higher class meals then. Would you prefer Jörmungandr or Cerberus?" If Thok had a pair of eyeballs, he very well might have rolled them in response as well.

"Very funny, boy. You know how very much I love jokes." Thok said. His tone indicated only the opposite of what he said. The daemon's bony fingers ran down his suit, ensuring that his tie and coat were straight and perfectly presentable, "Now then, boy. I owe the lords of Sin a visit. Let us hope you avoid injuring yourself a second time today, shall we?" No chance for rebuttal was given, Thok consumed in a quick burst of flame that seemed to only leave a small smoldering pile of ash where his feet once were, further accompanying the ash from earlier. "Drama queen." Jin snarled, Tychus laughing at the comment, his seared throat only producing a throaty growl, the closest thing to a laugh he could produce these days.

Tychus took some time to let his consciousness fully return, the events of the past twenty minutes enough to bog him down a good deal. He forced himself off of the bed eventually once he was sure that Tris and co were long gone and employed Jin as a cane as he made his way out of the clinic, the warm fall sun falling upon his pale skin like the magnified rays of light from a magnifying glass over the pale ant that was Tychus. He pouted to himself and made his way as quickly as he could to the TA housing on the edge of campus, very interested in being as far away from the clinic as possible, not wanting to deal with both Tris and her brother within the span of an hour. He could only handle so many busybodies after all.