Berzie

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HIS VOICE IS SO DEEP THO. YOU GUYS. DEEEEEEEEEEEEP VOICESSSSSS.

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I can't understand a damn thing in this video but DEEP VOICES.

Major Ursa said
._. <( . . . )I'd ship it.

Same.

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SAM LOL. I FOUND GIFS OF WILHELM AND JACK.

Sam and Jack

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Azathoth said
Berzie, I would have called him Mr. Wilhelm Wicki :p

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"I just got a bit of a knock from that fur ball."

Jack commented as he made his way over to where Anais was. She nodded in agreement: "Indeed. It was quite rude of him." Frowning, Anais mentally took a note to never cross paths with Scovian. It wasn't until Jack spoke up again, did Anais snap out of her thoughts. "Let’s hurry up and get to the club room. I want to take a nap!" Only just then realising she was still sitting on the group, Anais gently pulled herself up, wobbling slightly before catching up with Jack. In a few minutes time, the pair had finally made their way to the Music Club room. Having walked ahead of Jack, Anais opened the door to find a red-faced Xander shouting at their Head of Club, Wilhelm Wicki.

"You are seriously the worst teacher in this school. You're always late and you smell like cigarettes half the time!" Xander screamed at a straight-faced Wilehlm.

"Hey, at least I show up, Casper. And how would you know what I smell like anyway? I thought ghosts didn't have any physical senses?" The Wendigo replied, raising an eyebrow at the transparent student in front of him.

"I ... I hear other students complain and -- wait, don't change the subject! See, you always do this whenever I --"

"Ah, my favourite students!" Wilhelm stood up from his seat behind the desk before waltzing towards Anais and Jack. Throwing a muscly arm over the pair of student's shoulders, he clung them close to him as he looked at Xander. "See? These are ideal students. Why can't you be more like them?" If Xander could have, he would have busted a vein that very moment. His relationship with Mr Wicki was a tough one. Wilhelm Wicki was very particular with which students he treated nicely and which students he didn't - unfortunately for Xander, he got the short end of the stick. "Uh ... Good morning to you too, Mr Wicki" Anais managed to squeak under Wilhelm's grip. "Like I've said many times before, call me Wilhelm," he chuckled before letting go of Anais and Jack, shoving them gently towards their desks. Anais wasn't a particular fan of calling elders by their first names, but she wasn't exactly one to blatantly disobey orders either. "Erm .. Okay, Mr Wilhelm Wicki." The dark haired teacher gave Anais a confused grin before chuckling. "Ah, loop-holes."

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Here's an NPC of my own!

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Wilhelm Wicki

Oliver Wick

Head of the Music Club, Wilhelm is known for his lax nature. He's often late to his classes and sometimes may not even show up at all. If one were to go looking for him, you'd mostly find him behind one of the buildings, having a smoke break or at the cafeteria, reading a book. It is well known that Mr Wicki had a particularly violent and bloody past in his early Wendigo stage. He has since now learnt to control himself, with years of practice and meditation. Although his temper has eased up a significant amount throughout his years, he's known for picking on certain students and favouring others. He's skilled in many forms of music: piano, violin, singing, trumpet, guitar, even the triangle!

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Azathoth said
And Berzie, I think you just got post 777 in the OOC. :p

Sam12435 said
I had to look it up. I sat there laughing rather loud for quite a while XD

I thought it was funny too, glad you liked it.

Vocalia said
... Berzie, Major Ursa, Azathoth, for some reason, your last posts gave me a strong feeling of Deja Vu. For real.

I tend to like the feeling of Deja Vu.

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Anais's nickname for Jack from now on is Cujo. Like the Stephen King novel.

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Anais | Simon | Jack

"Through the gardens, almost there, COME ON PEOPLE PUSH!"

"Huh?" Anais turned around, only to the jousting team heading towards her. It felt like a re-enactment of the Lion King. She was Mufasa and they were the pack of buffalos. She was going to die. Or at the very least, get badly hurt and trampled on. Frozen on the spot, her mug of blood in hand, Anais prepared herself for the inevitable. That was, until Simon had came into the picture, scooping her up into his arms as though she were a doll. Anais had let out the highest pitch squeal imaginable. "H-HUH?" she said, frantically wriggling in Simon's grip. Anais wasn't exactly a fan of being carried - especially by someone running at 100 miles a minute. The ride was bumpy, and unfortunately, she was carrying a particularly full cup of blood - until she had accidentally spilled it over Simon. "SORRY, SORRY!" she managed to blurt out. The pair came to a halt as Simon gently lowered her down. Legs wobbly from the adrenalin, Anais slumped to the floor. "Oof."

Blinking, she was still slightly in shock as Simon spoke. "Sorry! I'm really sorry, but the alternative was risking you getting....uh....mushed." Anais dazedly nodded in response. "Oh huh .. Yeah, yeah. Thank you.." A few seconds later, the Centaur fidgeted in panic as her realised what he was covered in. "Wait...you're...Annie? Angel...Amber...Ana..AnaiANAIS! That's right, you're the girl from the music club! And I'm... ..covered in blood. From the mug. Cause you're a vampire. Oh thank heavens, I didn't hurt you. OH CRAP!" The centaur started to run off, waving back at a still slumped Anais, who weakly waved back in return. Taking three deep breaths, Anais ran a hand through her, now messy, dark hair. "What the hell just happened?" Remembering that Jack had to endure the sudden commotion as well, she turned to see him in the distance. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she gave out a loud shout:

"Oi, Cujo! Are you alright?"