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@KuramaaaZ

I know what you meant, I'm just being an ass :P
And this rp as well, everyone is so nice.


Wasn't everyone about to kick your ass a few IC posts ago? :P
Oh i'm ugly as sin. I'm with you on the fist shaking.


I'm absolutely beautiful, myself.
People just don't seem to recognize it.

But for the sake of companionship...

*violently shakes fist*
Meanwhile, the only thing I have going for me is the hair. \o/
Sam heard footsteps. He heard shuffling. He heard voices, too, and he grew curious. Most curious. Perhaps the others had arrived already - or perhaps the authorities. He moved silently to the corner of the tavern and listened in on everything he heard. There wasn't much.

The voice of a slith came to him, asking somebody to identify themselves. The species' voices were quite distinctive - he remembered a number of them had come to him during his early years working under the King of Armitas. They still seemed to sound very human, but there was a slightly colder feel to them, he felt - and he wished he had such a beautiful style of voice for himself. Or at least the opportunity to learn to mimic it.

These were clearly adventurers. The voice didn't sound weak-hearted to him like so many of the peasantry and nobility had. He felt that he should... Welcome them. A quick dart around the tavern gave him the opportunity to climb on top of what remained of the roof, where he stood silently in the moonlight, very intentionally casting a weak shadow down upon the one who had first spoken - the lizard. He would get to know them by their initial responses. If they drew weapons or ran, he knew that they would be of some (perhaps limited) use to him.

@NowIGiveUp@dereken
I like how nobody is able to see the short kids until it's too late.
Brunhilde


Brunhilde looked up at the man-machine who had suddenly appeared a moment before. She blinked a few times. Looks like this guy's even more 'out of his head' than I am, she thought. Ha-ha. A-ha. Ha. A poor joke. She decided against saying it and felt a little bad for even having thought of it.

"Thank you for intervening, sir. I was worried someone would get blood in the kitchen."

She retreated from the squabble as quickly and quietly as she could and wandered towards the lunch line. Being short had its perks - nobody ever seemed to notice her. She saw that a younger student pulled out a sort of ticket thing, and handed it to the folks serving the food. She rummaged through her pockets, and found... Nothing. Something caught her eye as she pulled her hands out of her pocket, though - a tattoo on the back of each hand. She realized that she was supposed to be holding something very, very important, which she didn't have on her, apparently. The color faded from her face, and she tried as hard as she could to not panic. Still, though, she had some very choice words for herself, which she somehow managed to keep quiet.

"...motherfucking god damn shitkicking moron."

A quick search of the room revealed some pink-haired weirdo reading a massive b-wait. Wait a moment. Waaaaaaait. Was that hers? That had to be hers. She dashed back to where Emi was sitting and stood behind the girl to check the book's text. Yep, that looked an awful lot like her handwriting. The color returned to her face, but now she had to figure out who this person was, and how to get the book back peacefully.

The page was, apparently, open to something about a class in some sort of boarding school. A lot of stuff was scrawled across the page, but somewhere near the middle was mention of meeting someone new, whom she had described as a 'total airhead'. Apparently the new person was really, really nice to her, and she had apparently felt not-alone for the first time in a while. Most of the entries regarding the new friend were highlighted, too. She almost never highlighted anything. She couldn't remember it at all, though, and she felt absolutely awful about it.

She opted to sit down to the pink-haired girl, and tapped the corner of the open book a couple times to get her attention.

"...Did I give this to you?"

@Zetsuko
@liferusher
Brunhilde paused for a moment at Gus's comment. He wasn't actually part of the fighting. Right. Mid-thought, the flash of light went off in her face, and she caught the full brunt of it. That didn't quite feel like a Light type ability - it was much too hot. Lightning, maybe? While she tried to regain her bearings and shake the stars out of her eyes, she felt in the air that that jerkass was trying to kill the redhead. She blinked a few times and looked up at the giant.

"...oh. Er... Fuck. Sorry. Didn't realize you were on my side."

She was a bit flustered. She felt she really should've stopped and thought for a moment before intruding, and went ever so slightly red... and noticed that his nose appeared to be broken. Fuck. That one was her fault. She stepped between Vlad and Kain, picking up a fallen soup spoon lying on the ground. She hovered the spoon between Kain and herself to catch any stray lightning bolts.

"What the big guy said. If you're going to kick eachothers' asses, do it away from the food."
@Karo

Brunhilde looked back at Rinna as she carted Gus and Kain towards the door. This midget was a slippery one.

"Looks like this one's gonna be a pain in the ass..."

She spoke so that Vlad wouldn't hear her. She didn't want to make the fighting worse, after all, since they were still in the cafeteria.
"That's fair. I don't care if you kick his ass or not, myself. Hell, I'll do it myself if I have to. All I ask is that you not do it where you're going to get his (probably) hepatitis-ridden blood all over my food. Capisce?"
@liferusher
Can't be rainbows and unicorns for Brunhilde all the time, now, can it? :P
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