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L'Mordryn Academy

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After the encounter with Pelanu, Sazel had moved on in her quest to get drawing materials, however, to her dismay, by the time she arrived at the academy’s supply shop the staff was away on a break. Of course, she could wait thirty minutes or so, but that was too much for Sazel. ”Ah, I guess the path to greatness is never easy.”

Then, on the side of her vision, she caught sight of the announcement board, approaching it, she noticed the current list of clubs and gasped. ”There is an Artisans club?” that was even better than what she had planned, with their aid, she could finally deal with the greatest obstacle on her quest to solve the mystery.

Marching down the halls on a quick pace, the metal buttons of her unusual outfit chiming as she went, Sazel quickly reached the door to the club, opening it as gently as an overexcited girl with poor common sense could, which meant opening it quickly and loudly, striking a pose as if she had just broken some magical barrier.

Sazel is greeted by a sparsely populated room, only seven or so individuals in total. Most were huddled around a buxom young woman who at first glance seemed to be nude, save for a thin cloth draped over her shoulder and flowing loosely between her legs. A few students, and the model, turned to the young Bestia invoker as she barged in, pausing their sketching to look at her with annoyance before settling on mild surprise. Apparently they were expecting someone else from that entrance. Behind the small group was an elevated desk, at which a silver haired young girl(?) was laid face down, heavily snoring and ignoring the rest of the gathered party.

The young noble took a moment to take in what she was seeing, though her reaction was not one of awkwardness at the sight, first because she didn’t particularly follow social convention so the repulsion to nudity hadn’t been hammered into her mind, second because she knew the basics of what art academies did from one time in which her aunt took her to the one in the capital of her duchy. Of course, this room was way, way below the standard of that one, even though that one was already a dreary example of what an academy should be

She ignored the stares at the moment, simply walking around the half-dozen artists and the model, stepping towards the elevated desk before taking a deep breath. ”Good evening! Are you the leader of this club? I need to speak with them about serious matters!” she told in a loud piercing tone.

The young girl looks up at this new noise, purple eyes glaring holes at Sazel for interrupting what was decidedly nap time. ”I am, unfortunately. What do you want? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of very important work?” They ask, shuffling a few papers and laying their head back down. ”If this is about the modern art expo we did last week only two people were seriously injured and the school agreed that it didn’t happen. So whatever claims to damages you have should go to Cogsworths’ office for rejection. Not mine.” They add, grumbling slightly.

”Interesting! Another student who can do things while they sleep, I used to think I was odd for that skill, but you are like the fourth person like that I have met. As expected of a club leader, I guess!” she observed with a slow nod before her eyes shone at the mention of modern art. ”Ah, so it was your group which held that one exposition? That is cool! It sounded very fun from the descriptions, made me wish I was there, but I guess I just never cared much about art… until now!” she slapped her hand on the desk, looking quite dramatic as she finished the sentence.

”I need to learn how to draw as quick as possible! There is something that may or may not be important in line, leading to things that could possibly have consequences!” she started, arms up, metal thingamajigs chiming. ”And as such, I decided to join your club, after all, where else would I find people willing to help, plus, there are free pencils! So please, tell me the ways of the art of… art…? How do I start? Is it by drawing naked girls?”

The girl stares at Sazel, eyes glazed over as if not paying attention. ”...First off. No, the pencils are not free. We PAY for those. Or atleast they come out of the club budget. So if you’re here to snag from my pencil horde I swear to god I will hentai hog tie you to the school flag pole.” She says, eyes stern as she sits up fully and glares at the other members. ”That goes for all of you fucking moochers. You especially Clark! Yes I know it is you fucker don’t think I don’t.” She yells, a few of the members flinching but continuing to sketch.

Turning back to Sazel the girls sighs. ”But other than that yeah you can join the club. Normally I’d tell you to fuck off but the school has informed me I can’t reject people from the club for being a hassle. I’m Fran. It is...a thing that is happening to met you.” She says, offering a limp hand to shake. ”As to how to learn...we’ve got books for that if you want to borrow some. We’re also doing a workshop on anatomy right now, so you can join the others in sketching Rena in still life for review. That’ll tell us at what level of inept you are working with and I can show you how to improve from there.” she adds laxly, sounding like she would only do so under protest.

It took some time for the bestia to fully get she had been accepted, she was receiving too many mixed messages from this club leader. ”Wow? For real? You know, from the amount of curse words I thought this would be harder, the chroniclers had me writing a three page report on the spot and I am not even allowed to disclose the tests for the exploration club.” she shrugged. ”But hey, what type of person complains about easy things, not me, that is who! Ah yeah, my name is Sazel Zivrik, Bestia summoner, Adept tier one.

Sazel raised her hands to behind her head and walked idly to the bookcase, taking the one that seemed to be the most newcomer friendly and skimming through casually. ”Hmm… yeah… seems to be what I imagined it would be… hmm! Bleh, this is boring, I will just go to the more interesting practical bits and draw some butts or whatever.” with that, she took a pencil and a blank canvas.
Fran grumbled something incomprehensible and laid her head down, ignoring the new comer as they settled in. A few of the other club members gave her a cursory nod before going back to their own work. The model, however, shot Sazel a playful smile and nodded to an empty space in front of her, evidently inviting the girl to join their little semi-circle.

Sazel nodded back before dragging a chair to the empty spot, sitting on it and placing the canvas in front of her, keeping the guide open on her feet before starting to look at the model, imitating the people in the pictures the book by closing one eye and raising the pencil.

A few of the other students chuckle at the display but otherwise do nothing. The model sits quietly, holding her pose comfortably. Now that there is a chance for closer inspection, it looks like the ‘naked’ girl is in fact somewhat modest. If one counts flesh colored panties and tape over her breasts as modest. The quiet persists for a while, only the occasional clearing of a members throat or the snore from the club leader disturbing the silence.

After twenty minutes the girl from the back stops snoring and raises her head. She checks the clock on the wall for a brief second before speaking. ”You losers have 15 minute remaining to finish your sketches.” she states blithly, earning her a few glares from the other club members. ”...don’t give me the ‘tude. Skirmishers reserved the room for a post work out dick measuring contest. Don’t like it tough titties.” She says, finally picking up a pencil and starting her own sketch silently.

Sazel does her thing for a bit, having arrived late being new to all this. Seeing the worries of the model in staying modest she quickly connected the dots and understood who they were expecting when she ‘invaded’ their room. Soon, time was over, Sazel pouting softly at her work… it wasn’t anything to call her a brilliant newcomer, but… it wasn’t that bad either, already a step up from her doodling from before, albeit more time should have been spent on the structures of the body and the overall picture instead of spending so much effort into useless decorations and patterns over the canvas. She sighed. ”Whoa, who would have guessed moving a pencil around could be so tiring. Hey, Fran, you said I could borrow books, right?” she asked, turning, wondering if the leader would even be up or focused on whatever dream dimension work they were so busy with. ‘Well… if they weren't, they couldn’t say yes, but they also couldn’t say no to say, borrowing some books, paper and a handful of pencils’ Sazel thought, smirking.

”Fuckin fine by me…” Fran grumbles, not looking up from her work. ”Literally said you could. Just leave your sketch with me or Rena...Thats the naked girl, and we’ll have notes for you next time.” She says, scribbling quickly across her canvas. Looking at it, it seems Fran didn’t even bother trying to copy the model, instead sketching out the rough structure of a much thinner girl, fully clothed, girl hunched over some yet as defined compartment. ”Just be sure to practice every night. You’re fucking worthless right now but you’ll keep being worthless if you don’t bother. And I can’t be ass’d to review the same shit over and over again.” She huffs, a tentacle sliding out of her clothing and quickly snatching up a finer point pencil as she leaned in to fix some minor detail.

”Yep, I get that this is worthless alright. If I drew the mysterious girl from the photo the teacher had, people still wouldn’t be able to recognize her. And oh! Of course I will train a lot, the sooner I do this, the lesser is the chance of me forgetting the features.” Sazel explained, forgetting she hadn’t even given the proper context on the situation yet. ”Thanks for the help today, and thanks to you too, Rena.” she said, keeping the courteous tone, even though now she was on a 50/50 on whether the chronicle club would see an anonymous report on the state of the art club as soon as she had her sketch of the mysterious girl made.

L'Mordryn Academy

Lorcan shot Eric a withering look, forgetting his manners for a brief second before reclaiming his plastic smile. ”I'm her cousin.” He said sweetly, the small bubble of annoyance at Isobel for blowing his cover somewhat overshadowed by her partial nudity and his sudden renewed agitation with this cheeky upstart pleb. "And while I am familiar with her general...rowdiness." He adds, looking over at Rutul. "This is a somewhat new level. Its not exactly like Ear Wrym's can communicate across the country...New one then?" He asked, taking off it coat and tossing it to Isobel casually to towel off with...or cover up. Either would be a blessing at this point.

L'Mordryn Academy

As soon as Lorcan heard the glass shatter he sprang from his seat, leaving his half eaten breakfast mostly left to defend itself from an unidentified projectile as he reached into the realms and back to his dorm. In a flash of red light he felt the familiar weights of his saber enter his hand and Warin on his shoulder, the confused little psuedodragon hissing upon its emergency entry. ”An attack here?” he thought, his mind whirling away at which of the neighboring countries were both well equipped enough (and stupid enough) to attack L'Mordryn. A few of the students had jumped at the sound, but most were fixing him with queer looks before returning to their meals, seemingly unsurprised by the chaos and wonton destruction of their dining hall.

Looking down at the decimated table the previously hardened edge of readiness shattered against the one thing that consistently did so. Isobel sat up from his food, or at least where his food HAD been, as if she hadn't just been hurled bodily through a window. Bits of glass and food sliding off her bronzed skin, a little winded but thankfully (he noted) otherwise unharmed and greeted him and his prey...friend. Friend.

With the twin realizations that this wasn't an attack and that Isobel was safe now firmly in hand Lorcan's stand relaxed a little...Right before he noticed Isobel's clothes. Or lack there of. His voice failed him as he caught an eyefull of his 'cousins' figure as she turned back to her assailant; finely toned back muscles under chocolate skin shining warmly as they moved and drew his eye down her frame to the rather generous peppering of yogurt on the small of her back.

His imagination went wild with the image, his brain awash with fantasies he knew to be objectively wrong that both upset him and warmed his face to a crimson shade that Rutul would be jealous of. He was still standing as Isobel turned back to the two young men, taking a seat casually, Lorcan's face flushed to its zenith and eyes desperately flitting between spots across her figure as he attempted to lock onto something that DIDN'T send his brain into histrionics before finally settling on her eyes.

"I'z butt her what now?" He asked smartly, voice cracking a little as he began to reclaim his normal composure. Warin spares a moment to stare confusedly at his master, the little psuedodragon now just as lost as his host. Deciding his master was clearly in need of a hard reset the little monster carefully nipped at Lorcans ear. The mild pinch was enough, Lorcan reaching up and half heartedly swatting away the diminutive jaws as his brain returned to him.

"Ahem..." He tried again, this time more coherently. "Good morning Isobel. Two questions. Firstly, the fuck." He says, gesturing to the crash site and the pouting dragon licking its wounds outside. "Secondly...w...why are you half naked?" He asked, using all his willpower not to look down at her bust, still slick with sweat and heaving evenly with her deep breaths. Ok, so maybe he failed not to look. But only for a moment or two.

L'Mordryn Academy

Bailey releases Nikola reluctantly, somewhat disappointed she might have not done well enough to warrant an immediate review. The dissapointment, however, was drowned out a second later once Floofel made her announcement. "That is the height of unfairitude Miss Floofel!" Bailey said, fixing the mothly maid with the pouting look that could only be rivaled by Eva. "Miss Eva already gets to embrace you intimately in private all the time. Surely an exception can be made for an empirical study of cuddle quotients?!" She argued, trying to sound and look reasonable and utterly failing to as her voice cracked and she picked up Mr. Teethapus, hugging the stuffed toy to soften the blow of her rejected hug request.

Odhra clears his throat pointedly at his summon, the scorpion girl shooting to attention. "Bailey. You don't get what you want from a tantrum." He said curtly, cutting off his summon before she had a chance to provide an excuse. The scorpion girl went a bit sheepish and stared at the floor while Eva launched herself at her sister.

Odhra watched the ensuing...sibling assault was really the only way he could describe it, a bemused smile cracking on his face. He didn't really have siblings back home, so it was always nice whenever Eva's childishness got the better of her. Often at expense of Livia's dignity as their clubs 'cool' representative.

Bailey watched as well, but shuffled awkwardly to Odhra's chair, plopping down in his lap roughly and snuggling into his side. Jealous that Eva gets to hug whoever she wants and not get scolded (Unfair!!!!) but not really wanting to risk upsetting her master anymore with bad behavior. Odhra silently pats his poor (spoiled) summon briefly before turning back to Nikola, pen and paper raised expectantly for his assessment....after a brief addendum to the bottom to add Livia to list. If only because he was curious to see where Eva's assessment of her sisters qualities would rank in her wide berth of cuddling experience.

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L'Mordryn Academy

"Its settled then!" Odhra said to Nikola in a chipper voice, completely missing the other boys confusion. "Nikola will act as our judge for the snuggle comparison test!" He added, taking out a notebook and a pair of glasses, donning them quickly. "We'll start with the live...er, sorry Sio. The Model battery first, to establish a base line of huggability. So who wou-" He began, before being interrupted by a chitinous form darting past him.

"Perpare to be subject to my embrace flesh body Nikola!" Bailey yells, practically throwing herself onto the invoker in question, wrapping him quickly in a hug. To describe Bailey as 'boney' would be something of an understatement. Hard spikes of vestigial exoskeleton poked out from her skin at odd angles, and her relatively thin frame had little cushion to hide that. But she made up for it with enthusiasm, the hug warm and sincere as she practically oozed friendliness. Her tail and arms wrapped tightly around Nikola, her stinger hanging uncomfortably close to the boys face, as she squeezed hard pulling the boys chest to her own as a small blob of venom formed at the tip of her stinger.

"...go first." Odhra finished, watching the display with no small degree of amusement. He didn't seem particularly worried about Nikola, either because the venom was harmless (Given it was Odhra, that didn't necessarily provide much comfort...) or because he was simply used to such displays. "Well, ...good a start as any. Alright Nikki" Odhra says, "Please rate your level of enjoyment with hugging Bailey."

Bailey smiles at Nikola, her grin going wide as she emits a sharp buzzing noise, apparently pleased with her performance.

@Lord of Evil@Rune_Alchemist

L'Mordryn Academy

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”Young Master…” A feminine voice croaked into Fran’s skull, the noise at once both comforting and rattling his teeth until they threatened to fly from their sockets. Fran groaned objectionably, rising from his place atop one of the messy desks of the Artisan’s clubroom. While he couldn’t see himself, or his servant for that matter, he could tell she likely had some objections to how he must have looked. His hair stuck up at odd angles, silver locks tilting awkwardly into his obscured vision, with a few smudges of grey-black coating their tips. His clothes were little better, the button up had somehow lost nearly half its buttons during his rest and what few remained were struggling to keep him halfway decent.

So all in all, today was starting out fairly normally.

”Miiiillltiii….” Fran grumbled, his hands flopping gently around the desk in search of his glasses for a moment. ”I told you to wake me up at three this afternoon. This is not what three o’clock looks like.” He continued, finally finding his glasses and putting them on, his eyes refocusing quickly to the familiar darkness of the clubroom.

”I apologize young master...” The voice said again as space tore itself apart for a moment, Milti stepping through. ”But you asked that I keep you abreast of any significant changes to Lady Olgmire’s condition.” She chirps, her tentacles moving quickly to his side and brushing out the worst of the tangle of his hair. Fran stared at his servant for a moment, his confusion clear on his face.

”She called last night saying she might not make it…?” His servant offered, hoping that would suffice to jog his memory as she attempted (and failed) to fix his bed head. After an awkward silence she continued. ”...She is the model sir.” She added.

”Model fer what?” Fran asked dully, leaning onto the desk and giving up, knowing full well Milti would tell him even if he didn’t put any effort into trying to remember. The shoggoth sighs, her tentacles retracting from her master’s frame after smoothing out what she could. ”The model for this mornings Artisan club still life sir. She has just informed me, or rather you, via ear wrym that she will be unable to make it. Citing Gastrointestinal distress.” She said primly, handing the offending ear wrym to Fran, the echoes of retching still playing clearly through its speaker even at a distance.

”Uuugh. That thingy….” Fran whinned, declining to get a better listen of the poor girls continued suffering. ”Can’t we jus’ cancel it? ‘S not like we’ve got a lot of people to disappoint anyways.. ” he half slurred, laying back down onto the desk as he readied himself to make this problem not his anymore.

”I’m afraid not.” Milti said sternly, her tone killing any notion he might have had of getting out of this nearly instantly. ”If we were to do so that would make the 47th consecutive event to which you were responsible for organizing to have been canceled. And need I remind you that should that happen agai-”
”again then the remaining members have threatened to quit...” Fran finished for her, his voiced pained. God he doesn’t know who nominated him to the position of club chairmen but if he found out he was going to throw them into the furthest reaches.

Part of the reason he’d joined the Artisan’s club is that next to nobody ever did. When you attended a school for summoning all sorts of magical beasts and mythological creatures, learning how to paint really seemed like a waste of time. All in all, it was probably the second least popular club, with a grand total of six members at his last count. Not that he counted closely. The club mostly left him to his own devices, content to let him sleep on the job so long as he occasionally got an event together.

Not that he ever did, which was sort of the problem. The rest of the club had banded together to MAKE him do his job, sick of having to do his work for him. And if they quit, then HE’D have to be the one to handle all the paperwork associated with a club dissolving due to lack of membership. Yeah, hard pass.

Taking the ear wrym he cut the connection to whatsherface and took a look at a nearby clock. 40 minutes till the club was meeting. That...really wasn’t enough time to find someone respectable enough to fill the slot. Thankfully, he didn’t really need (or expected) to find respectable.

Placing the ear Wrym on he quickly zero’d in on his new rube volunteer. ”Come on...pick up. If I’m awake I know you are…”

The Earwyrm only rang for a few seconds before it was answered.

“HELLLO IT'S YA GIRL LIZ, WHO BE CALLIN!?” Her loud voice rang over the wyrm, almost threatening to deafen whoever was on the other line.

“Master Lizaveta, now is not the time to answer calls.”

“Ah, shut up Fel, I've earned a break. Trying to fit muffin with this voice modulator is annoying.”

Fran winced as his ear exploded from the sheer volume of his ‘friend’. ”Good morning Billboard. Its Fran. I need you.” He said after sighing, rubbing his eyes as Milti set about the room, carefully righting upturned canvases and generally tidying up the space.

“Geh, why you always gotta be mean?” Liz grumbled. “What the hell you need me for ya lazy nerd? Need me to fix your toaster or something?”

”I’m not mean. I am simply direct.” Fran objected, an audible thunk being heard across the ear wrym as he laid his head down. ” As for what I need….it is less I need you and more I need your body. I’m in a bit of a tight spot and frankly...you’re the only one I can trust with it.” He said, thinking he was being pretty clear with the whole thing. Its not like he made a big secret out of his membership in the artisan’s club. And Liz, for all her bluster, was probably smart enough to put two and two together.

“E-eh? My...body?!” There was an audible 'thunk' as whatever Liz was working on slid off the table and fell to the floor. “You insult me then you want...my...body!? There was a few seconds of silence that followed as Liz grumbled something just barely inaudible. ”I dunno who taught you to flirt, but that ain't the way ya do it. Request rejected. I got better things to do, ya sleep zombie.”

Fran stares into the middle distance, eyes unfocused like...well a sleep zombie. ”I fail to see how asking you to model for the Art club is flirting.” He said bluntly, deciding that Liz was no longer smart enough to put two and two together. As always, she seemed to go beyond the call of duty, despite no one asking. ”I figured you would have been thrilled for an opportunity to preen and prance about like a show pony....” he drawled slowly, now atleast somewhat worried that Liz might not do it.

Time to use the big guns then. He sighed loudly into the ear wrym. ”Ah well, if you wont do it...I’m sure your housemate Rena would be more than happy to….” He said, voice slightly sweeter and more attentive than normal. Rena was just as annoying to him as Liz, but the mousey platinum blonde that was machina’s resident welding enthusiast was also a rather hot topic to his ‘friend’. ...parts of her anyway.

”How is she by the way? Last I heard she’d passed you in terms of cumulative scores. That puts you at what rank again? 65th I think it was?” He added dreamily, knowing he’d probably get an earful about this later. Thankfully, ignoring Liz was a lot easier than asking her for permission.

“....WHAT.” Liz stood up from her chair. The balls on this guy was amazing sometimes. “Geh, what the hell you talking about? That fat cow got lucky! LUCKY! The professor was probably too busy staring at her boobs to grade the exams properly!” The petite redhead snapped. “And why didn't you just say that in the first place!” She scooted back from her chair, standing up and placing a hand over her chest.

“Obviously, as someone who is far more good looking, energetic, and overall just simply better than that hussy, I would be a far better choice for a model!”

”Good. “ Fran said dully, emotion falling out of his voice like a brick back into the familiar flat monotone. ”Be at clubroom C in 10 minutes. Milti will help you get undressed. I owe you...nothing. I owe you nothing. But Milti is giving me that look that says I have to say something appericative or I will get in trouble. Remember. C in 10.” He says in a clipped tone, snapping the connection through the ear wrym off before the redhead had a chance to rebut.

Milti stared at her master,disapproval written all over her face. ”Young Master…” She said warningly. ”Need I remind you that it is poor form to treat a young lady like that…”

Fran shrugs before laying back down on the desk, deciding that his comment about Liz’s dubious quality as a proper lady would only net him more hassle. ”Just let me know when she gets here…” he grumbled, immediately falling back asleep.

-A few minutes later-

The door to the club room burst open. A large metallic spider walked into the room. Atop it, sat none other than Lizaveta. She was leaning back, hand resting atop her mount with a book in her other hand. Her labcoat was unbuttoned, showing the school uniform underneath, and her legs were hiked up to make sure everyone had a good view of them.

“No need to stand up,” She called from her mount as Muffin shuffled into the room. “But your goddess has arrived. Feel free to paint or sculpt me like the perfectly build machine that I am.”

From his seat at the desk Fran...stayed slumped, loud snoring echoing throughout the room. He did, if nothing else, take the suggestion not to stand up to a whole new level. Milti, however, strode quickly to Muffin’s side, patting the metallic spider’s thorax gently. ”Lady Vasilev, It is so wonderful to see you again!” The shoggoth warbled, raising a tentacle to help the small girl down from her mount. ”On behalf of both my master and the art club thank you again for volunteering. We’ve got about twenty minutes until the rest of the club arrives so we’ve plenty of time to get you ready.” She chirped, her many eyes swiveling in different directions as she pinpointed the things she’d need to fix or collect.

“E-eh?” Was no one here? She expected everyone else to already be here. Oh well, she'd make her grand entrance later. “Hmph, alright, then!” She hopped of Muffin, using Milti's tentacle to help her hop off the spider. Muffin waved a claw at the shoggoth, before positioning herself in the middle of the room and relaxing. “Nice to know one of you isn't rude, hmph.” Liz said to Milti. “Alright, so what are we doing?”

Felicia slowly walked into the room behind Liz, hands held in front of her. She cast Milti a bored glance, but otherwise didn't seem intent on interacting with anyone here. The robot settled next to Muffin, resting a hand on the large spiders leg.

”I am glad you asked madame!” the shoggoth said, bouncing in place happily. ”Today's event was organized by the young master. Many of the club feel like their practice with anatomies is somewhat lacking. So the young master decided that a few sessions dedicated to improving on this front was the best option. Today we will be doing the preliminary nude still life to determine where everyone's current level of skill rests and on what elements they need to improve upon.” She explained, slowly walking over to a corner of the room and pinning the corner of a sheet to a wall.

[color=Grey] “How rude.”[/color] Felicia sighed idly, draping herself over Muffin, rubbing the top of the Spider gently. [color=grey]“He interrupts our work and doesn't even have the decency to greet us. And they say this one is rude.”[/color]

“N-nude?!” Liz stuttered out, blushing lightly. “W-well, Felicia's right! You should be thankful I'm taking the time out of my day to help you. I want to hear that idiot fran to thank me personally. I was busy developing a voice modulator for Muffin.”

Milti raises a tentacle to her chin for a moment, considering a few things. As a servant, she couldn’t actively defy an order given to her by an esteemed guest. But, conversely, she couldn’t actively permit an insult to her master (however very much deserved) to be perpetrated on her watch. After a few silent seconds a thought finally occurs to her. ”Would Madame perhaps instead wish to partake in an act of...let us call it petty vengeance?” She asked, an inhumanely wide grin of thousands of razor teeth spreading across her face in what she thought was perhaps a playful manner.

”The young master’s earlier behavior ...leaves much to be desired. As his caretaker, I am concerned that if such open and crass assessments of his female peers forms were to continue, he would go unwed. Rightly so might I amend. If the young lady permits, I would like to...how you say ...make him eat his face noises?”

“...I like the way you think, Milti.” Liz replied with an impish chuckle. Well fine, if she couldn't get that pile of failure to reply to her directly, then this was the next best thing. She trusted Milti wouldn't do anything weird, or put her in a weird situation, so it was fine. “What ya got in mind, Milti?”

”Well, firstly…” Milti says, strolling silently over to Fran’s side. A pair of thin tentacles slide forth from her sleeves, wrapping themselves around the frames of Fran’s glasses and removing them slowly. It would be nice to say this took some degree of finesse, but given Fran’s track record, she probably could have shaken the damn things off him and he’d not have woken up. ”The Young Master has a horrible habit of wearing his glasses to bed. As his servant, it is my duty to make sure they are removed. It would not do to have him near sighted for an extended period of time in a school environment after all. Especially when he can only barely make out detail from approximately six feet away.” She explained in an airy voice, somewhat mocking of her own role.

”Secondly, I am to provide you with the equipment necessary for acting as our nude model. Hopefully he will find his assessment to be...a learning experience.” She added, making a point to walk to an oddly specific point on the floor before gesturing vaguely to the sheet she hung earlier. ”On the chair provided you shall find a pair of flesh tone undergarments and tape for your breasts. Please forgive the slight discrepancy in shade, but it was short notice. Also please do ensure only to cover what is necessary for decency to be maintained. After all…” She says, grin now widening so far that it the toothy maw was beginning to lap her skull as her many eyes narrowed to slits. ”We wish to provide as close to a real experience as we can for our club members.”

“Heh.” Liz's mouth curled into a smug grin. “Milti, your wasted on that lazy, unmotivated zombie. You ever think about working for someone else?” She asked absentmindedly as she walked over to where the garments and the sheet was located. Phew, she wasn't actually gonna be naked. It would have been embarrassing, but she'd do it. Totally would. Yep. She didn't mind the attention at all.

Tossing off her labcoat, Liz quickly undressed, tossing her clothes carelessly to the side. Next came the flesh colored suit. Weird, but it was doable. Slipping on the garments, Liz slid them over her legs, taking a moment to make sure they left as little to the imagination as possible, the shorts cutting them off just at her upper thigh. This was a 100% fool proof plan that could not possibly go wrong.

“Fully dressed!” Liz shouted. “You can start drawing whenever. And make me look good, and don't forget to be generous in the chest area.”

Milti raised a tentacle to her lips, stifling a giggle at the girls eagerness. Fran shifted in his sleep, mumbling something barely audible about advertisements. ”Now hold your horses…” The shoggoth said, sliding over to the girl. ”A few things first…” She said, gently taking off the girls glasses and placing them on the table next to Frans. A trio of tentacles slid out from the maid’s wrist, carefully and expertly combing through Liz’s hair and tossing it into a sultry wild mess. ”There. Perfect. Now, take your position and get comfortable, I’ll awaken Fran…”

“A-ah hey I can't...see...” Liz narrowed her eyes. She herself, was farsighted, so she didn't have trouble seeing far away, but close up? Yea, she couldn't see Milti's pretty face. Eh, shouldn't be too much of a problem since she wouldn't be doing anything up close. Smirking to herself, Liz took a moment to decide how she wanted to do this. Something sexy. Something daring, something using that chair. Hm...ah.

Climbing into the chair, Liz sat in the chair sideways, stomach facing the back of the chair. She propped her arms on the back of it, resting her head on them, facing Fran. One of her legs hung lazily off the front and waited for Milti to wake the other summoner.
Content with the trap laid out before her, Milti walked over and gently pat Fran on the back. ”Young master. The meeting is about to start…” She coo’d, her voice echoing inside the collective groups skull with surprising volume. Fran shifted uncomfortably from his heap, yawning as he raised his head. ”Fucking hell...Milti I said to wake me when Liz got here. Dont tell me that dumb bim-” He grumbled briefly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes until he spotted Liz.

Pink exploded on the young mans face as six black tentacle shot from his clothing, slamming into the tile floor and hurling him bodily away from the girl, as though space might somehow provide the decency she was currently lacking. There was a loud slap as he covered his eyes stammering. ”Milti the FUCK IS SHE NAKED FOR?” he demanded. ”SHE’SNOTSUPPOSEDTOBENAKED.FUCKSHIT.OHGODSIFCOGSWORTHSEESTHISI’LLBEDEALING-...” He starts, speaking far faster than one might expect from such a normally lax boy before suddenly realizing what he WASN’T feeling on his face.

Keeping his hand firmly in place, just in case, the tentacled youth turned back towards Liz’s vague direction. Blush now redoubled with the addition of annoyance. ”Oh you think you’re fucking cute, eh b-billboard?” he attempted to seeth, the image somewhat failing at the stutter.

“Yaahahaha!” Liz laughed loudly. That's the fastest she'd ever seen the guy move. “What's the matter, sleepyhead, can't handle true beauty?” She didn't change her position from the chair much, only holding a hand to her mouth as she sat up straight. “Finally realizing the charm of this billboard is more than Rena? Go on, compliment and shower me with praise already.”

Fran ground his teeth together, glaring daggers at Liz as he slowly lowered himself back down into a skulking over to her. ”Big talk when it took me being vision impaired to think of you as even slightly cute.” He huffed, ‘leaning’ (more tilting oddly in her direction while his legs dangled beneath him really…) into her face. ”Hell. Blind me and you’d probably the sexiest thing on two legs by default.” He added.

“Vision impaired? You mean my natural beauty blinded you!” Liz shifted her position again, leaning back in the chair and extending her slender leg towards Fran, pointing at him with one of her toes. “Come on, back me up here Milti.”

”I am inclined to agree with Madame’s assessment sir!” Milti said, bobbing happily from her position. ”You did react rather strongly to her appearance. And you have mentioned before that red haired females are to your preference.” She added helpfully, eyeing the clock carefully but saying nothing more.

”That was ONE time!” Fran blurts, shooting Milti a damning look at the shoggoth rolled off easily. Turning back to Liz he quickly wrapped a tentacle around her ankle, pulling her and the chair forward with a soft squeak of metal on tile. ”As for you, is your ego really THAT inflated? The hell is your problem with not being the biggest issue in the room at all times?” He asked, leaning forward and practically bumping noses with Liz. ”Maybe the reason people like Rena more than you aint got anything to do with pointless chest fat!“ He half yelled, startling Milti.

”Uh Young master…” She attempted, her voice going ignored as her summoners tempers began to flare.

“Tsk, I'm ten times cuter than that cow.” Liz sat up, puffing out her chest as her chair was pulled forward. “Smarter, cuter, and one-hundred percent better at everything than she is. Those big bahongaloos are the only redeeming quality she has!”

”Oh yeah. Her boobs are why she’s more popular than you.” Fran says, rolling his eyes. ”Not the fact she’s NICER than you. Yeah you might be cuter but if you’re so great why is it that she’s got dozens of friends and you’re stuck with me?”

Liz opened her mouth to respond, but words initially escaped her. She was perfectly nice, wasn't she? Sure she was a little headstrong, but it wasn't like she was intentionally mean to people...right? “Hah? Me stuck with you?” She laughed, standing up in the chair. “What about you then, huh? What's that mean for you that you're stuck with just me?”

”I…” Fran started, backing up a bit, looking ready to back down and racking his brain for a good come back. ”Dont flatter yourself Billboard. I only hang out with you cause you dont look at me weird for being a cripple!” He blurted, slapping a hand over his mouth a half second later.

“....Yahahaha!” Liz laughed brightly, placing one of her feet on the back of the chair, hands on her hips. “See? You said I'm mean, but doesn't that mean I'm a nice girl? I let you hang out with me, so obviously that makes me much nicer than that cow!”

She put her weight on the back of the chair.

“So don't go saying I'm not nice, ya hear-eh!?” The chair, unable to take the weight of it, began tipping forward at an unstoppable fate. “Yeeep!” Liz squealed as the chair barreled forward, stumbling and sending her crashing down to the floor in Fran's direction.
As soon as Liz’s fall registered in his brain, Fran’s tentacles leapt forward and wrapped themselves around her arms and waist. For a second, he almost felt proud of his good reflexes and was about to rub the save into Liz’s face when he realized something. That right now the only thing holding either of them up were his legs. His totally useless actual legs.

With a mighty cry of ‘FUCK’ Fran was thrown to the ground as Liz toppled ontop of him. He felt his head crack against the tile, pain blossoming in the back of his head. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like it was too serious of a fall. It hurt to be sure, but it didn’t hurt enough to fully quell his annoyance with the scrawny redhead.

”Mfuffer fnuke..” He started, his voice...oddly muffled by something soft pressing against his face. Cracking his eyes open he felt the energy drain out of him as he was greeted by Liz’s...well, even now he’d strain to call it ‘cleavage’. Was more of a canyon really. A very very close and very warm canyon he noted, if the heat on his cheeks was anything to go by.

He quickly threw his eyes upward, eager to look at anything other than that right now. Liz...seemed alright. Her hair was still tossed about in wild trussels but otherwise it looked like the tentacles (And himself) broke her fall rather well. ”L...Liz you ok?” he asked, trying to command his tentacles to release the girl only for them to give a small squeeze. Panic, evidently, threw his control out of the window.

“Geh, Lemme goooo!” The redhead squealed, panic setting in as she struggled against the tentacles. “I'm fine thank you just lemme go!” She shouted, her chest rubbing against Fran's face. “Eeek-That's not some place you should be touching!?”

”C..calm down!” Fran said, trying and failing to get his tentacles to listen to him. The offending appendages pulled the girl closer, rubbery black skin sliding smoothly and soundlessly as they drew her arms in. ”They’re freaking out cause you’re freaking out!” He said over a face full (half full?) of bosom and quickly wrapping his arms around the girls waist in an attempt to get her to stop wiggling. Both to help his tentacles and so he could try and breath reliably without being smothered. ”Just calm down and let them figure out you’re not a threat.” He grumbled, trying not to think about how (admittedly) cute the little squeaks Liz was making were. He’d have to bring that up...later.

”Uh Young master…” Milti said from the side lines, raising a finger to try and get the two attention. ”Milti not now!” Fran barked back, not really in the mood for whatever the traitorous shoggoth had to add. He’d had just enough of her shenanigans for the day thank you very much!

“I'm freaking out because they're freaking out!” Liz shouted. “How do you expect me to be calm when I got these slimy tentacles touching me in places!?”She squealed again, pulling at a particularly annoying tentacle trying to coil around her neck. “You calm down first! I'll calm down when my cute butt isn't on the liiiine!”

The tentacles, for their part, seem to take offense that the implication of them being slimy. The one freed from Liz’s neck coils around her wrist and begins to slither steadily up her arm. ”I’ll calm down when you calm down!” Fran yells, attempting to uncoil a tentacle from the girls midsection. ”And this isn’t one of those stupid pornos you read. They’re not going to try and do anything weird to your scrawny ass!” He adds, the tentacle he was working on loosening ...and then dipping quickly behind Liz. Sliding quickly down her back and into the hem of what little she had keeping her modest and sliding out the left leg from the front. ”...SHUT UP THEY DONT NORMALLY DO THAT.” He said, ignoring the fact that they sometimes did that. But when they were YOUR tentacles it didn’t seem so bad.

“Eeee, I don't believe you! That tentacle's definitely feeling me up!” Liz squealed again, trying to do her best from turning this entire thing into a bad doujin. She wasn't being very successful, if the one slowly slithering down her backside was any indication. “This is not how I imagined my first time to gooooo-geh!?” A sharp smack was delivered to the back of her head, causing most of her body to fall limp.

“That is enough of this farce.” A cold, mechanical voice interrupted the two of them as a strong, metallic hand reached down and grabbed Liz by the waist. “Organic, I suggest you unhand This One's summoner or this one shall be forced to register you as a threat.” By now Liz had at least, stopped struggling.

“...ooof, why'd you have to hit me so hard.”

“Because this was annoying to watch.”

”Finally someone sensible..” Fran said with a sigh, turning his attention back to the tentacles. They writhed for a moment, still agitated with Liz and his own panic, but were calming quickly. But eventually they calmed enough that Fran was able to start uncoiling them from Liz’s form. Finally all but one were freed, Fran quickly taking the time to skitter out from under Liz and turning away, turning away dutifully as the one still trapped in the girls clothing retracted quickly.

”Thank you Felica. “ Milti said, feeling that maybe she let this get too far out of hand...and not regretting it. ”Young master I feel as you might wish to kno-”

”What Milti? What could I possibly wish to know that wouldn’t make this dumpster fire of a morning better?” Fran asked, rubbing his eyes and wanting to disappear down a very very dark hole.

”...That Lady Rena has arrived…” Milti said, stepping to the side as a flushed platinum haired girl cast eager glances between the two of them.

“...I believe we have wasted enough time here.” Felicia threw Liz over her shoulder.

“Wait....my clothes!”

“We have more clothes in the dorm. We can let this organic flesh thing have them.” Liz wasn't in any position to wiggle out of the robot nuns grip. Muffin had seemingly been watching the whole thing, fidgeting back and forth, desiring to help but her body was far too big to help intervene in any reasonable way. She cast a glance over to Rena as Felicia carried her by.

“So how long have you been there, tits for brains?”

Rena shot Liz a coy smile. ”Long enough that if you call me again I’ll make sure the whole school knows you like to park in the handicapped zone.” She said, voice sweet and friendly despite the threat. Fran quickly re-evaluating as to who the nicer one was. Right now it was Muffin. Muffin was the nice one.

Sighing, Liz gave her dismissive wave.

“Yea yea, sure thing.” She let her body hang over the robots body. “See ya later.” Muffin was following after, making little mechanical chirping noises. “Fine, fine, just my wounded maidenly pride...”

Fran watched as the trio leave feeling... a little guilty for how things turned out. He threw a look towards Milti, the shoggoth not shrinking under the annoyed glare in the slightest but standing as prim and confidently as she had through the whole exchange.”Soooooo…” Rena chirped, taking out a pen. ”When’s the model getting here?” She asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes saying she already knew that answer.
”....I need a favor?” Fran asked, wilting under the gaze.

”I think I can arrange that...for a price.”

Fran swallowed hard, deciding that he hated the weekends.

L'Mordryn Academy

Fran Odile

Name | Fran Odile
Age | 18
Gender | Male
Level/Tier | V2
House | Phantasma
Appearance/Attire | Fran is often dressed sloppily, normally in ill fitting pants or sweaters with the buttons half way done if done at all. He's short, barely 'standing' taller than 4''3'. His figure is waifish and cute, which tends to get him in trouble on day where he feels particularly lazy and barely dresses himself at all. The only things which he seems to take exceptional care of are his hair and glasses, which he cleans to the point of it being obsessive.

His most striking feature however are the six long black tentacles that frequently slither in and out of his clothing, each about as thick as his arm. The tentacle seem to move with a mind of their own, though he can actively direct them. But most of the time he cant be bothered and simply allows them to roil around his body as they please.

Alignment | Bystander

Personality/Habits | Most folks cannot figure out how Fran became such an accomplished invoker. The first impression he gives off is of someone so chronically lazy that it borders on damaging. ...The second and third impressions he gives off are of a similar notion. But this is really not his fault. Fran is fairly intelligent and reasonably skilled at his craft, he just doesn't really do well in a fast paced school environment. He can sometimes be seen as ditzy or forgetful, but when he is allowed to move at his own (often glacial) pace, most find that he's astonishingly through in his work (largely because he knows he can't be bothered to go back and correct things if they're wrong the first time).

He regularly sleeps through classes or, if the teacher is particularly bothersome, reads material while ignoring the class all together, but he DOES manage (if only just barely) to keep his submitted work to an acceptable level. If only to avoid having to get lectured.

Really the only time Fran ever seems to expend energy is when he is forced to, either because the consequences of putting things off further is going to be MORE tiring than just dealing with it now or because whoever is bothering him as proven to be exceptionally motivated to get him off his ass.

On the subject of habits, he has many. He likes to sleep in random places, which this year have included: An air vent, a girls bathroom, the dracona dorm roof, the head masters office, the Bestia girls dorm laundry room, the Machina Dorm's workshop and on the skirmishers field. A random betting pool has sprung up around campus as to where he will be discovered next.

In the times he's not sleeping, he enjoys hot baths or doing sketch art in charcoal, which he seems to be exceptionally good at. He tried to combine them once. Didn't work out.

Background | Fran's background is fairly normal, all things considered. He parents were to two middle class invokers, house Machina alumni who met and school and started a business maintaining magiteck boilers together in one of the kingdoms larger town. While not over flowing with wealth, the Odile family carved a rather profitable little niche for themselves. Enough, atleast, to support a rather large family of three young girls, with a fourth on the way. To say they were...upset when they discovered their only son was born with a spine disorder that left his legs effectively paralyzed would be an understatement. But there was nothing that really could have prevented or even predicted the freak accident, and the Odile family are a stubborn bunch.

Much of his childhood was spent with or around his family, doing what little he could on his own but largely being dependent on them for day to day life. And while in the early years he was more than ok with this, at times even enjoying the fawning and spoiling his sisters would provide. But as he got older he started to realize there were...annoying downsides to his circumstances. As you can imagine, being in the troughs of puberty and having to need your sisters to help you into and out of a bath on a daily basis is hardly an enjoyable for comfortable experience for anyone.

When he was 15, he discovered he'd been the only one of his siblings to inherit the gifts of an invoker. At first he brushed it off, seeing it as bothersome and not an occupation he could feasibly do anyway. But once his father started showing off the summons and equipment, the wheels began to turn. Nobody really expected him to take up a real job anyway, but at least with training he could be independant enough to avoid some of the more annoying aspects of his disability.

With no real risk of failure to him, Fran began attending L'Mordryn at 16 and set about the task (albiet slowly) of mastering his laxly chosen profession. He didn't rise meteorically through the ranks, but he did well and soon found he'd an attitude for the more...wiggly realms and their inhabitants.

Favorite Summons |

Legs

A set of six black tentacles which attach to a small bulb of flesh that rest between Fran's shoulders. They are not particullarly intelligent creatures (creature?) but seem to hold some animal like affection to their master. Each tentacle is approximately six feet long and as thick as the young mans arm. They are moderately strong individually, able to lift nearly a hundred pounds on their own. Combined they provide Fran with some much needed mobility, and he's since stopped using a wheel chair all together in favor for them when he can. When not in use, they tend to squirm and fidget underneath his clothing.

Icon Of Pain (Penelope)

Penelope is a combat summon that is about as active as her(its?) master, atleast physically. She has no real mobility to speak of, generally just lounging ontop of her master whenever she is summoned and letting his tentacles do all the work of holding the two of them up. However, she is a devastating magician, able to tear a battle field asunder with fire and earth based magic. Mostly though, she just helps her master by walling opponents away while the two of them find a nice spot to sleep the problem away.

Miltias'hura'beltarom'chiziklakborp (Milti)

An entity who has taken this humble form to serve its (her?) master as a caretaker. She acts as his maid and is pretty much solely responsible for his dorm and clothing NOT being an unmitigated disaster. While she is a passable melee combatant, the form she has really isn't built for it. To combat this, she often splits the skin of her disguise open, letting a small fraction of her cosmic visage spill forth. This is generally enough to terrify more simple minded summons back to their realms and spook the shit out of more inexperienced invokers.

L'Mordryn Academy

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”In an amateur respect, yes." Lorcan said, shooting Eric a pleasant smile and returning the handshake, the lie coming with such startling grace even HE almost believed it. "He must not follow the competition scene much, if at all. Good. Doubt he would have accepted otherwise..." He thinks, not once dropping the welcoming grin. Lorcan, for as much as he hated it, would have to admit there was an upside to all those tedious balls and galas. They made him exceptionally good at faking pleasantries.

"And yes, I am new. Just arrived yesterday as it happened." He said, leaning over and examining the Estoc. Aside from performing admirably as a perch, there was little to note about it. The construction was sturdy, if a bit spartan compared to the more decorative flair that plagued the sport. "Bottom left side of the grip is more worn than it should be." He noted mentally. "Guess he tightens up too much when he parries. But atleast he's using the blade length to his advantage and knows to use his forward hand as a pivot point. Unrefined but experienced enough not be considered helpless. I'll start him at....30% effort. With a 10% window up or down after I assess his footing." He thinks, brain automatically rattling off the normal battery of assessments he'd do before a match.

Lorcan blinks after a moment, realizing he's probably been caught staring. "I like your summon." He says, shooting Eric a playful look and chuckling slightly. "It's...cute. Suits you." He adds, turning back to the other young man. "You mentioned needing breakfast first yes? You headed that way currently or do you wish to meet up later? I'd hate to presume to join you for a meal uninvited after all..."
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"Thank you Floofel..." Odhra sigh as he took the tea and had a deep sip. The sugar was...noted, but went largely ignored. The blend still had the dark tartness that he enjoyed and honestly, he was not about to fault the moth woman. She was only doing what she tought was best and he'd be damned if he didn't accept that happily. "And we're not!" He objects quietly, thankful that Baily and Eva seemed preoccupied with her toy. "Livi's just a friend..." he mumbles, glacing over at the girl in question just in time to catch a coy look as she spoke to Nicola. He failed to catch what she had said, but the look she gave sent a shiver up his spine and sent a flash of pink over his cheeks. He sat straight up in his seat, sipping his tea deeply and sent her back a pouting look that, for all the world, told the girl that she was not helping!

Thankfully, Max's arrival provided a much needed distraction. Odhra turning to watch as Mr. Teethapus was lost in a sea of pillowy...pillows. Baily, for her part, seemed as excited for the strange analogs as the small girl next to her. "Miss Floofel's is very pretty!" The spider girl trilled, joining Eva in the comforting mass and squashing Mr. Teethapus between herself and the Floofel Pillow. "I desire to compare this comfort device's quantifiable hugging properties to the real life analog! Perhaps a side by side litmus test is in order?" She chirped to Eva, throwing a wildly excited look to the moth girl. "Miss Floofel please approach so that I may embrace you deeply!"

"Baily..." Odhra said thick with warning. "You know better than that..." He adds, the Spidery girl shrinking slightly in embarrassment. "Since there is a pillow of myself it would be a violation of experimental standards and practices to have me participate in the control group..." She grumbles, hugging both Eva and the pillow party slightly in embarrassment.

"Exactly!" Odhra said, looking a little pleased at his summon. "If we want objective results, We'll need a non-represented and unbiased person to hug both the pillows and the three of you in turn. And provide a metric of enjoyability. Given this is mostly for fun, lets say on a scale of 1 to 10...and yes if she agrees you may hug Floofel recreationaly afterwards." He says, looking over the group.

"...though that said. Me, Eva and Livi are out as well. Since we'd have a natural bias towards our own summons...which just leaves Max and Nikola as prospective candidates!"

L'Mordryn Academy

After his morning jog, there was fairly little on Lorcan's schedule which was...well. Not a NEW experience he supposed, but the first in a long time. Were he at home he was fairly certain that his family would have set up a meeting with some tutor or training session, either for his benefit or to curry favor with another family. Or worse, tea with a noble's son or daughter who was a fan and was less than subtle in their interests in his 'body of work'. It was frankly a wonder his parents kept trying their hand at those, considering the sheer number he'd feigned obliviousness through.

All that said, they were atleast better than the alternative his was discovering now. Lorcan was...bored. Terribly so. And he really had no clue as to how to deal with that fact. Pestering Isobel was an option but...given last night she might still be in a foul mood. Best leave her be for the time. The fact she was probably still asleep also made that a somewhat suicidal prospect.

”The hell do commoners do all day?" He grumbled as he walked the school grounds before his eyes caught a vaguely familiar glint of black hair. Ah yes, the upstart from yesterday who'd managed to calm Isobel's attempted rampage. He'd nearly forgotten about him.

Nearly being the operative word here. And given how much Albus apparently new of his cousin's private matters...

"We've certainly the morning for it." Lorcan called out, his voice calm and sweet as he approached despite the rising urge to grind his teeth together. The other man looked to be practicing some sort of martial art. Not a terribly combat effective one if looks were to be believed. The estoc resting on the tree, however, was a little bit more note worthy.

"Please forgive the intrusion, but...I noticed your weapon from across the way. Thought you might fancy a sparring match." He lied, making sure to for-go giving his name just in case. It'd be better to get the boy relaxed BEFORE he interrogated him, and fudging his own skill to make it look like they were evenly matched wouldn't be too great a challenge.

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Odhra looked like he wished to sink twelve feet into the floor and stay there when Baily spoke, face going a little red as he turned to Floofel. "Raspberry tea with no sugar please." He said quickly, hoping if he ignored that mistake nobody would notice.

Upon receiving the high praise of Eva Baily squeezed the octopus plushie hard enough that its teeth chattered and smiled at the smaller girl, tail trashing wildly with joy. Livia's comment, however, brought a small pout to her lips. "But my phrasing was accurate?" She defended halfheartedly. "Master said you engaged in intercourse for about an hour. He even mentioned you wanted him to take out his big boy at the start! He also mentioned he was concerned about your elevated heart rate afterwards and said I should keep an eye out for possible sighs of exhaustion." She elaborated.

"B-Baily!" Odhra yelped, quickly rushing over and gently putting a hand over his summons mouth before she said something even worse. "She uh...she means Bubbles. Livia asked to borrow Bubbles for the ritual..." He corrected quietly, shooting Livia an apologetic look. Turning back to his summon, removing his hand before speaking. "Baily, I know you're not meaning to baby but...most folks would use the word 'discourse' in this context. Intercourse implies more...private subjects." He said, carefully side eying Eva to make sure he wasn't giving to much away.

The spider girl looked curiously between her master and Livia, brows knit furiously together as she attempted to piece together what she did wrong. After a moment, her eyes light up and she let out a keening series of chirps that could only be interpreted as laughter. "Oh! You mean that I was implicating you and Flesh Body Livia as having had engaged in se-" She began, the S bomb only being prevented as Odhra quickly replaced his hand over his summons mouth.

"Successful summoning ritual yes!" Odhra said quickly, feeling he nailed that recovery despite the panic in his voice and shooting Eva a strained smile. There was an awkward silence for a moment before an idea struck. "Oh, Baily, you wanted to introduce Eva and Floofel to Mr. Teethapus right?" he asked softly and allowing the Summon to speak once more.

Bailys eyes light up as she practically leaps over to Eva's side. "YES YES!" She blurted too loudly, eagerly holding the be-molared Mollusc out for Eva's approval. "Master got me a toy after I learned how to draw blood on my own! His name is Mr. Teethapus. He is a morphologically inaccurate octopus with a morphologically accurate scale model set of Flesh Body Chewing structures!" She explained rather unnecessarily.

The plush in question stares at Eva, its wide set friendly eyes staring into the abyss of existence as its tentacles flopped limply in the air. "Master says they are used in oral hygiene practices to put children at ease. I find this to be a wonderful idea!" she adds, hugging the large plush toy, its tombstone teeth clacking slightly at the motion.

L'Mordryn Academy

Lorcan had awoken long before his roommates, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon and cast purple and pink streaks against the still grayed sky as he began his morning jog. Part of him wanted to stay in bed, but...training was always the priority. Plus, it wasn't like he was currently privy to any club functions. ”I'll check the student directory later." He thinks as he rounds the corner of the Dragon Aviary for what felt like the fiftieth time.

He'd be lying if he said he was truly interested in joining anything though. His parents had made it pretty clear before he left that they expected him to attend whatever Junior Military group the school had available. It would make for good press back home. The young artist turned champion now beginning his long sojourn into civil and military service and all that shit. The old brass polishers would eat that up.

He scowled and attempted to push the implications of the orders out of his mind. No. Coming here was for HIM, and even if they benefited from the whole ordeal he'd be damned if they'd suck the joy out of it. Even if only vicariously.

”Least I got to hang out with Isobel for a bit..." He grumbled, recalling the cavalcade of idiocy that occurred the night before when he finally got back to his room.

The Night Before

Lorcan trudged into his new dorm, Penjani quietly falling in behind him. Today had been...dull. To say the least. There was little time to socialize during his classes, much as he wished there had been. While his tutors did prep him appropriately before arriving at the school, he was still not exactly used to working on someone else's schedule. Or pace, for that matter. The lack of one on one instruction was...novel, if only because he’d never had to bother with its hurdles before.

Still, academically, he felt he could adjust. He had no real choice in the matter, he remembered, a scowl blossoming across his face as he did so. His family would likely pull him from the academy before rumor got out of him struggling at anything. ”I’d sooner die than go back to being their show pony…” He grumbled, closing the door.

As the two entered into the lounge area of the dorm, they would see a bat like wyvern laying across the couch looking at the TV in the room and it only looked up at them when it caught them in the corner of it’s eye. It just stared at them for a couple of seconds before quickly darting between them and the TV.

It shifted a little bit to free up a little bit of space so someone could sit down on the lip of the cushion if they really wanted to. One odd thing they might also notice is that it had a bag of potato chips with it. IT just kept quickly darting between them and the TV as if intently trying to pay attention to the show. It then pointed the bag at them, offering a snack it would seem. “You think you can get away with this!?” The TV exclaimed.

Lorcan stares at the strange wyvern or a moment, somewhat unsure of what the hell he was actually witnessing at the moment. Penjani, however, seemed to recover faster than her master, tip toeing over to the other strange dragon and sniffing at the bag. She stares at her fellow dragon a moment, ears twitching slightly for a moment before she bites down on the plastic bag. Nibbling weakly at the plastic container.

”I...Peni…” Lorcan grumbles, rubbing his eyes to try and push his own exasperation out of his mind. ”Don’t put that in your mouth. You’ve no idea where its been…” He scolds, his dragon turning to look at him quizically while continuing to chew on the strangely appealing plastic.

The wyvern for it’s part rolled its eyes at the small girl biting at the plastic bag and then poked the small dragon girl’s head away before reaching in the bag, taking out a chip and practically shoving it into Penjani’s mouth. The wyvern then looked up to Lorcan, sort of annoyed, and showed him the bag before pointing down to the couch as if saying “It’s been here the whole time, ass.” Then it took a couple of chips out and shoved them in it’s mouth.

Penjani munches on the chip, eyes slowly growing very wide as the fatty food explodes in her mouth in a miasma of taste sensation she’d not yet experianced. Lorcan stares still somewhat flabbergasted as the diminutive dragon girl climbs fully onto the couch and wraps herself around the wyvern, tail wagging desperately as her eyes stared holes into the chip bag.
”I...ok. Sure. Whatever.” Lorcan huffs, walking over and taking a seat next to the wyvern while his dragon engaged in a fit of uncharacteristic affection. He spares himself from the chips, not really wanting to introduce unneeded carbs to his diet. ”I’m guessing your master is not in yet?” He asked, a faint pang of pity welling in his gut as Penjani pressed herself further into the fluffy creature in the hopes of receiving more chips.

The wyvern just kept feeding chips to the dragon girl that curled up around it, unphased by the display of affection. “You bastard!” The TV goes again as the front door is banged on and a feminine voice calls out.

“Damn it Vesper! You can’t just lay on that couch and snack all day.” The voice continued. The doorknob could be heard, struggling to open until it finally opened. “I swear if you’re just sitting there watching your damn stupid TV then--” The owner of the voice came into view and Lorcan could probably not think to call this person as anything more than a girl. “Ehh, who the hell is this?” The girl asked. In her hands was a number of groceries… Namely… Potato chip bags? “Err, that is… Who in the world is this person Vesper?” She continued.

“Shut up you dumb-ass wyvern!” She said to the wyvern who… didn’t exactly seem to talk to her.

”Uh...hello miss?” Lorcan offers blankly, the haze of the day passing through his mind as he tried to place the girls face. ”Ah...right. She’s Isobel’s friend from this morning. Looks like she’s also from Dracona.” He thinks, sitting up just enough to give a slight bow.

”I am Lorcan Brigh, and this would be my dorm.” He says simply, his voice even and polite. ”And I think the better question is why you are here? I was fairly certain that those of the fairer sex were not permitted in the mens dorm….Also while I am new, please refrain from insulting my roommates summon.” He says, scratching behind the mute dragons ear. While she was...well, a bit quite, she’d been nothing if not a polite hostess since he and Penjani arrive.

”Miss? Oh, right.” The girl? Mentioned with a giggle. ”Well, I can say for a fact I know that wyvern better than you do good sir and she’s a pile of work alright.” The girl just set the groceries on a nearby tabletop and yawned watching at the wyvern allowed Lorcan to pet her. ”Anyhow, buddy… Did you not get the memo or something? This year they’ve decided to try out co-ed dorms.” A great fib said with such confidence… One might take a bit of time to try and think about it.

”I mean, you ARE new so you might not know.” At this time, the girl looked toward the dragon and furrowed her eyebrows. ”Quiet you. I know exactly what I’m talking about.” She added, practically stomping over and shoving a hand in the potato chip back, grabbing a couple and shoving them in her mouth. After mostly chewing and swallowing she continued on. ”Anyway, my name’s Al...Ba… Alba Winterhold.”
Lorcan stares at the young girl with the face of a man who had heard much MUCH better lies in his time. Yes, of course. It's totally obvious that the school would stick him in a co-ed dorm with no prior announcement. Like he was dumb enough to fall for that. ”...While I respect that attempt, you can just be honest ma’am. I am not the sort to rat out his roommate for sleeping with his girlfriend in the comfort of his own dormitory.” He says flatly, his expression staying fairly neutral. While he wasn’t exactly THRILLED about the prospect, if this girl was one of Isobel’s friends he wasn’t going to be the one to spoil her fun.

He continues to scratch Vesper’s ears, turning his attention away from the girl as she packed her food. ”So long as the two of you are respectful of the shared space I am more than comfortable keeping this our secret.”

“Ahh? Do I look like the type to just be easy like that?” Alba said, walking over to one of the doors and flipping a sign from “Out” to “Alba is in.” Vesper sighs and rolls her eyes as Alba speaks up again. “This is quite assuredly my room, sir. Our other roommate is currently out at his club at the moment. I have my club later. I’m the club leader you know? The Culinary Club. Perhaps you’d like to join me for it?” She added, opening her room. ”Oh… Did you want to come watch me change?” She continued, nullifying her entire original point.

Lorcan rolls his eyes. ”I continue to very much doubt that, but do as you wish.” he grunts, Penjani huffing concently as stopping her chip based destruction for the moment. ”And no, to either invitation. I’ve a diet to keep and this one…” he says, scratching Vesper’s ears once more. ”Has made temptation enough on the culinary grounds. As for the other temptation...I think my cousin would flay me alive. Not worth the risk, to be frank.”

”Well, you’re missing out. I have plenty of secrets in here.” Alba said starting to walk into her room… Before walking backwards out and looking to Lorcan. ”Wait, why would your cousin flay you alive? Are you two in an incestuous romance the bounds of which know none!? Oooo, how scandalous! Mayhap I should watch from the shadows?” She added, not caring for any consequences. Vesper for her part patted Penjani on the head to let her ignore the ramblings.

”C... CERTAINLY NOT!” Lorcan says, half shouts really, a blush exploding on his face. Penjani stares at her master from atop her wyvern shaped body pillow, curious as to what set of the display. He takes a moment and coughs into his fist, biting the inside of his cheek a little to force the blush down. ”What I mean to say is no. While my cousin is a woman of no small beauty, we are not romantically involved. As much as my parents might want that for the standing. It is more that I think if I did so, it would offend her sensibilities.” He thinks for a moment before shooting Alba a muted glare. ”...and even if we were. Which we are not and will not be. I am not a fan of having an audience to such matters.”

”Wow. You’re so easy to tease it’s almost not fun. Almost. Nyehehe.” Alba continued, spotting Penjani finally. Her first instinct seemed to be leaping at the target but seemed to hold back. ”Tch, fine.” Alba muttered while looking at Vesper and then walked over to where Penjani and Vesper were on the couch. Alba reached into the chip bag and pulled one out and put it right in front of Penjani’s face. ”Does the little cutie like potato chips?”

Penjani’s head shoots forward, lips wrapping around the offending chip like the vicious predator she think she is. She does not pull away from Albus’ hand, however, leaving her lightly chewing on the digits with a contented grin on her face.

”So, who is your cousin? I can think of a couple of beauties on campus but none that I can think of when I look at you.”

”That’s hardly shocking. We’ve not much in common in terms of looks sans eye color. And cousin is something of a misnomer here. Strictly speaking I am the grandson of her great aunt.” He says, shrugging. ”Cousin is simply easier to say. And to answer your question, Isobel Mulryan. I believe you two are familiar with one another?”

”Ahh! No kidding?! Isobel? Hahah! I love that girl! I can see her kicking your ass! Ahh, but, why would she be flaying you alive exactly?” Alba asked, confused. She seemed to try thinking about it while trying to free her hand from Penjani’s maw. ”Well, you said it’s nothing incestual so… Would she be jealous of you getting to see a cutie like me in the nude or something?”

The grip on Albus’ fingers tightened, Penjani’s eyes hardening and, while no sound is made, the idea of her growling does come to mind. It seems she is reluctant to depart with this new chew toy. ”You are aware she is somewhat old fashioned in that regard yes? She refused to wear a two piece bathing suit until she was 16….” He says simply. ”And even then it was only because her old suit was destroyed. The idea of me watching you disrobe would likely send her into a fit of histrionics.”

”Huh? You wouldn’t do it cause it’s funny to see her like that? I mean, if I had to choose one girl on campus right now to joke on it’d be Isobel. I mean, isn’t it great to see her beautiful dark skin marred by a light blush?” Alba obviously had different sensibilities than most people. ”She’s the first person that talked to me on campus though, so she’s sorta my best friend anyhow. Oh! Do you know what sorta panties she wears? Curious?” This much was to tease Lorcan. He used his free hand to pet the top of Penjani’s head gently. After a couple of incidents with Verper…. A cute girl nibbling on her hand wasn’t that bad. She just hoped the dragon girl didn’t bite down too hard…

”A-as fun as that sounds…” Lorcan grunts, voice straining to keep even. ”I’d rather not risk bisection. There are far easier ways to make her blush and infinitely safer ones.” Lorcan leans forward, continuing to listen to Alba but grabbing one of the straps that constituted the dragon girls top. The dragon girl shoots him a pouting look, but reluctantly releases the girls fingers, flopping half heartedly back into the cushions. He was about to release the dragon girl when Alba dropped the pany question causing the poor invokers body to violently shoot straight up. Penjani is practically dragged into the young mans lap (uncomfortably if the tail thrashing is any indication) by her straps. ”I...what?” He asks dumbly, his summon currently clutching her chest and attempting to free herself without the sacrifice of her modesty.

”Oh! Oh! OH! Did I find a nerve? So you do want to know what kinda panties she wears. Ufufufu.” The girl giggled, ”I mean, what kind do you think she wears? I mean, black lacy ones would look the best on her in my opinion but she refuses to wear them…. But I have seen her wear some… Daring… Ones…” She didn’t seem to want to elaborate on that. Meanwhile, Vesper was trying her hardest to unfurl Penjani from her tense situation by trying to open Lorcan’s hands up.

To the casual observer, it would appear that all of Lorcan’s blood seemed to have drained from the young man and evaporated into the aether. He sat stone still, save for the proxy wiggling provided by Penjani and Vesper through his arm. ”I...white probably? You know. Just underwear. I do not need to know what she wears if anything....” A brief flash of panic rolls over his face. ”WHICH I AM SURE THERE IS A THING THERE BUT IT IS NOT A THING I NEED TO KNOW PLEASE AND THANK YOU!”

”Oh wow, Isobel… What sort of trauma did you put this poor boy through?” Alba just stood there, waiting to see when/if he’d calm down. ”She’s not like, here, you know?”

After a few short deep breaths Lorcan seems to recover, letting go of Penjani. Said dragon girl practically flies behind Vesper, not really eager to be in arms reach of her master for once. ”Please excuse that outburst...Topics of such...variety do not normally come up in my day to day life.” he says, adjusting himself back into the prime and proper airs he was used to. ”It caught me off guard. To answer the question: No, I do not know. Nor do I wish to discuss. And as you are her friend ...”

Lorcan leans forward, fixing Alba a dangerously cold look. ”I would ask you keep this outburst well out of her ear shot. I’ve a reputation to think of and my cousin, or anyone else for that matter, thinking I’ve carnal desires to enact on her is very much counter to that. Are we in agreement?”

”I mean, it sounds like an agreement that I get nothing really out of.” Alba shrugged and turned around. ”I mean, the look on her face when she’d hears about this has to be great. Trying to wonder why I should keep my cute little lips shut.”

”Because I can skewer a man no less than six times in half as many seconds.” Lorcan says bluntly. ”And moreover...you forget that if you are staying here that MY misery shall translate directly into YOUR misery.”

”Ooooh, scary. Bucko, I know misery.” Alba said, looking defiant. ”I grew up in a house where my parents didn’t really care about me and as the only boy among way too many girls.” She continued. ”Besides, you make it sound like I don’t get beat up by Isobel ever. Heheh.”

”Oh So tragic.” Lorcan says, rolling his eyes. If the young lady wanted to trade sob stories fine. He could play ball. ”I’m so sorry you were met with indifference. I’ll be sure to schedule in a sobbing fit for you-...wait boy?” Lorcan says, eyes widening a bt.

”Ahh… Woops. Can I get a redo on that?” HE asked.

Lorcan stares at the trickster for a moment, his gaze cold and blank. ”Peni dear?” He says, his voice sickly sweet as his summon pops her head up. ”Please fetch my saber from my room.” He said as he placed his hand firmly on Albus’ shoulder. The tiny dragon girl gives a mock salute before rolling off the couch, skipping towards the room she sensed the weapon in.

”You’ve approximately thirty seconds to explain yourself and why exactly you’ve seen my cousin’s underwear before I make an honest woman out of you.” He chirps, his facial expression so beyond rage it somehow had looped back around to joy. The grip on the smaller boys shoulder not at all loosening despite the faint shaking that could be felt.

Alba just stood there a little dumbfounded. ”Ahh… I, uhhh… Teehee?” He mentioned, put is curled up fist to the top of his head and adopting what most would consider a cute pose.

Lorcan glared at the smaller boy for a few moments, attempting bore a hole through his skull with seething leers alone. After a few seconds he releases Albus, sighing and rubbing his face. ”Yeah ok this is probably half the reason she is friends with you.” he says, half defeated half too tired for these shenanigans. ”...that said, you realize if squeal on my reaction, its tantamount to telling her you’ve been sneaking peeks yourself right? Then you’d have both me AND her beating you up...A beating spared now only by the good will being her companion by the way.”

”You say it like she doesn’t already know. I’m pretty blatant about it.” Alba huffed up, somewhat displeased with the assumption that Lorcan had made. ”I mean, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t tell her they looked sexy on her?” It was somewhat funny how insulted he seemed at being thought of as sneaking peaks. ”Plus! She’s seen my panties more at this point.” He added, albeit leaving out the fact that he has a habit of tripping and falling on his face.

”....excuse me a moment.” Lorcan grunts, summoning his ear wrym. ”I think I need to have words with her before I decide if what you said was innocent or not. I honestly am unsure.”

A tinny ring echoes in Lorcans head as he focused on Isobel. While this was...arguably a gross misuse of their abilities, Lorcan was pretty sure if he didn’t get someone to straighten things out he would actually consider hurting the (admittedly) cute boy before him.

“....who the hell is calling me at this hour...” Isobel's voice rang out over the wyrm, not realizing she had already picked up. “Ah, hold on – Grarves stop eating Ciervia's food!” There was a happy bwark from the land dragon followed by a quiet chirp from the other. “Yo, whoever this is better have a good reason for interrupting me.”

”Isobel.” Lorcan said flatly, but still managing a smile at Grarves apparent trouble making. ”Pardon the intrusion but I’ve an urgent matter regarding my roommate to discuss with you...Also be nice to Grarves. I saw the fall he took earlier. Poor boy could use the pampering.” He adds, wondering when exactly WAS a good time to call her if this morning's call was any indication. He was starting to wonder if Isobel just had bad phone etiquette in general.

“Oh, hey Lorcan. I thought you were Albus bothering me again.” She laughed lightly. “And please, that big baby's already been pampered enough-bweh!?” There was another audible bwark in the background, the sound of Isobel fumbling with Wyrm before dropping it on the ground.

“H-hey! Put that down-don't eat it-!” Isobel's muffled voice came through over a cacophony of more bwarks. “I'll tell him you said hi just-sit-DOWN!”

“Bwark!” There was the sound of something slamming into the floor, another bwark, followed by Isobel taking the Wyrm again.

“...aha, Grarves says hi. What was this about a roommate?”

”Well, I am attempting to determine if the two of you have engaged in sexual congress. As he’s made some rather...disconcerting remarks with regards to his familiarity with your array of under garments.” Lorcan says simply, nodding to Albus. ”Frankly I am unable to determine if this, however, is me perhaps reading into things too much. And stabbing my roommate on the first night for a sleight against a family members honor would be something of a sour way to end the first day. Clarification on your part would help.”

Albus wasn’t amazingly sure what was going on… But he was talking to Isobel? ”Oii! Hey there beautiful!” Albus said in a loud voice, unsure if Isobel was on the other end or if that was loud enough for her to hear.

There was a long, audible silence as Lorcan explained the situation. One could almost feel the maidenly fury coming through the wyrm without so much as a single word.

“...Albus.” She exhaled. “Lorcan. You just. Stay right there. For a minute.”

And then she hung up.

”...I take it your name was Albus?” Lorcan asked putting the ear wrym away, a small pang of fear welling in his stomach. ”...We dont have much time left. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He adds ominously, relaxing into the couch.

”Hahaha! I’m not ready for this.” Albus said confidently. ”She likes me too much to do anything too bad to me.” He added again. ”Albus Winterhold await’s Isobel’s challenge! Most likely…. Maybe.”

”I...a bit of friendly advice?” Lorcan asks, not really as confident in Albus’ assessment of his cousin’s generosity. ”She tellegraphs her left hook too much. Duck low and right. It won’t save us but it spares us that.”

About exactly a minute passed before they could hear shouts down the hallway. Heavy footfalls seemed to ominously shake the hallway, each step getting closer and closer to the door of their dorm. A few shouts were heard. Something heavy hit the floor. The sound of someone running in the opposite direction crying?

The footsteps stopped in front of their door. For a few seconds, silence.

And then with all the fury of a great dragon, the door to their room was almost ripped off its hinges.

The dragon walked over to Albus.

With a gentle hand, she gripped his shoulder...before lifting the smaller human off the ground. Grabbing his arm, she locked it behind his back. Squatting, She lifted him off the ground further, twisting his abdomen and holding him by his arm.

“Don't go causing misunderstandings ya goddamn idiot!” Whether her face was flushed red with anger or embarrassment, was difficult to tell.

”Spines don’t twist that way!” Albus muttered out. ”All I told him was that I saw your panties and you probably saw mine more that I saw yours!” He continued, seeming content or truthful in what he was say.

Lorcan, meanwhile, stares at the two face now fairly flushed. ”I uh...Isobel...not to interuppted but...perhaps you shouldn’t….go that low in a skirt…” He says softly, trying to put what he just caught a glimpse of out of his mind. He then turns to Albus, something suddenly dawning on him. ”What why the hell do YOU wear panties? Is this deviant union running deeper than you informed me?”

“Right, why the hell does he? He's a guy!” Isobel replied with a sigh. She released Albus from the hold, but not before knocking his legs out from under him, causing him to sprawl to the floor -

Wait a minute.

Isobel turned her attention to Lorcan.

“...what the hell do you mean I shouldn't go that low, huh?!” Lorcan had about three and a half seconds before he was on the receiving end of another wrestling move.

”...” Lorcan stares at his cousin, racking his brain for the safest response. ”...In my defense it only occured to me to look because of the prior conversation.” He said, realizing as he was lifted bodily that that was probably a poor choice.

”Nice strips, Isobel.” Albus managed to spit out while on the floor. ”And I wear panties cause it’s all I can get.”

Isobel stopped lifting Lorcan mid lift, blessedly saving him from a back-breaker. She gave Albus a heated glare, before promptly lifting Lorcan over her head, and slamming him down right on top of Albus.

“Next time-!” Isobel began, before stopping, holding a hand to her head with a sigh. “I don't fuckin' know! Next time don't do...any of this!” She gestured vaguely at the both of them “Goddamn it...” Justice dispensed, Isobel stormed off, slamming shut the door behind her and leaving Lorcan laying on top of Albus.

”...” Lorcan sits atop Albus silently for a moment, reflecting on his day. All things considered it was...weird. ”...Albus?” He begins, a strange bubble of...mirth, he supposed welling inside him. ”...I believe your original assessment of black being a good color in this context to be correct.” He says, still somewhat stunned from the body slam.

”...Also, you’re an invoker. You can literally just manifest yourself a pair of boxers. Idiot.” He adds, still not getting up.

Albus huffed, unphased from Lorcan laying on him. ”I’ve only summoned mistakes. Yea, that’s right Vesper you were a mistake!” He added, looking to the wyvern who didn’t really seem to care. ”Yea, you’re damn right!” He added.

”...hmph. I’ll see about ordering you a few pairs if you promise to keep the thing about Isobel to yourself. Deal?” He asked, slowly pushing up from the trap shaped cushion he was resting on. ”Threats clearly don’t work so good old fashioned bribery is all that is left.”

”You don’t know the best bribery for me obviously. If you’re going to do so, make it worth my while.” Albus said, still half broken on the floor and refusing to stand. ”I require you to get me something more devious… A special bag of chips from the Happy Frying Company.” It… was just a special flavor of chip from argueably the most common brand of chip. ”I’m so devious!”

”You…” Lorcan begins before sighing and giving up. ”Done. It’ll be here by next week or the one there after. Now if you’ll excuse me..” he says, dusting himself off as he heads towards his room. ”I need to do some piano practice before bed. Good night Albus.” he huffed, sounding...weirdly disappointed about having to end the conversation despite himself.

Lorcan huffed, sweat beading off of him as he finally stopped his laps. Sixty Nine. He was doubtless that little troglodyte Albus would pull an innuendo out of that in some fashion if he were here. Finding a small bench off to the side of the path he peels off his shirt, letting himself cool off in the chill of the morning while there was still some privacy.

As much as he hated to admit it...he'd be hard pressed to say he disliked Albus. Oh sure, he was a perverted little freak with a host of neuroses that Lorcan was pretty sure he'd only just seen the barest surface of. But credit where it was due, the little trollop had actually managed to, in the most bizarre way possible, amuse him. Which was a damn sight more enjoyable than the other members he'd met of Dracona so far.

”...wonder when the culinary club meet next...." he said to himself, lazing into the bench and staring skyward.

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"Sorry we're late!" Odhra cries, practically running into the CnF meeting room, carrying three heavy looking trays with him. "A few of my babies needed to get their weekly feeding and then the cobbler didn't set right so I had to remake it an-" The green haired youth blurted, words coming fast and furious and he wobbled towards the buffet table.

"Master..." A much softer voice coo'd as it entered the room. The spider like figure of Baily standing calmly in the door way carrying a very very large and fuzzy octopus with a disturbingly human like set of pearly white teeth. "We arrived on time. Hello Flesh Bodies!" Baily says as she smiles and waves a stuffed tentacle at the trio of other members.

"Ah..sorry. Good!" Odhra says, voice wavering a little as the words 'flesh bodies' floated to his ears. He grumbles something about needing to work on that as he sets out the food he'd prepared for todays meeting. "Anyway uh... I brought Veggie lasagna with ground mushroom and five cheeses. Homemade noodles this time, so do let me know what you think! Barbaque'd chicken with apple and cranberry chutney on rice if you don't want the vegetarian option..." He says, throwing Eva a knowing look and silently defending his veggie pasta dish, whose honor was DARED sullied (SULLIED!!!!!!!!) yesterday.

He sets down the dishes, quickly pouring himself some tea and putting the final tray before Floofel. Both for her approval and to know it would be kept safe out of reach until it was appropriate for members to serve themselves...save Eva, but he had long accepted that fact. "And for DESSERT..." He said, looking a little proud. "Strawberry Cobbler with white chocolate and coconut shredded on top."

Baily plops down on an arm chair next to Nikola, smiling too wide and staring at the boy as her tail swished erratically behind her. "Master decided to make it last night after engaging with Flesh Body Livia in intercourse!" She chirped loudly and (atleast to her) helpfully.