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"Hrumph," Claude scoffed, a rather exaggerated roll of the eyes coming from his person. That jab of Castiel's didn't bother him too much, given that it actually hurt her more than it did him, what with making the implication that she was either incapable of completing the task, or too insecure about her abilities to take initiative. Perhaps she just wished to see if he'd fail, just so she'd feel better when she would presumably do so as well. And then she continued, speaking about an inability to write. Hopefully she meant 'write legibly' not 'write at all'. He didn't want to deal with some illiterate plebeian. Claude smirked slightly and glanced at Castiel before telling the teacher, "Okay, I'll play your little game." It didn't take a genius to figure out he was talking to Castiel as well. He claimed a sheet of paper and pencil, before stepping up to plate. 'Focus,' he thought, taking in and exhaling deeply.
The whole task took much more effort than it would if a regular Priest were to do so, Claude could thank the damnable family curse for that. But if he was going to let something as stupid as that get in his way, he didn't deserve to even be here. Give your all, or don't give at all. Exertion of the soul was... definitely not healthy, but he pushed himself. By the time he had written down all three, his shoulders, left hand, and right leg were twitching, or in the leg's case, tapping, quite a lot. His handwriting started to become progressively sloppy as he used more time focusing his soul to supplement his eyes, and he was still slower than John, but it'd take Castiel beating his (admittedly below average) time before he could be called 'slowest'. Hopefully it wouldn't amount to that.
The whole task took much more effort than it would if a regular Priest were to do so, Claude could thank the damnable family curse for that. But if he was going to let something as stupid as that get in his way, he didn't deserve to even be here. Give your all, or don't give at all. Exertion of the soul was... definitely not healthy, but he pushed himself. By the time he had written down all three, his shoulders, left hand, and right leg were twitching, or in the leg's case, tapping, quite a lot. His handwriting started to become progressively sloppy as he used more time focusing his soul to supplement his eyes, and he was still slower than John, but it'd take Castiel beating his (admittedly below average) time before he could be called 'slowest'. Hopefully it wouldn't amount to that.
DERBERL PERST
Lexzah said
"Oh, hehe sorry" Arydun laughed nervously as she let got of Ren and held her book to her chest, giving him a smile hoping that he would forgive her for crushing him like that "I forget humans are weaker than my kind" She said again with a slightly more cheerful laugh "Anyway the first objective is to find the rest of the books, I have one here and I have some idea on where the second one might be but it is a good few days away from this town, with that is will give us clues to the third and fourth book. The fifth book? I don't know where that is of yet" She sighed "I can tell you why we need the books later when it isn't so...crowed with eager ears" She explained to him.
"Alright, sounds like a plan... A pretty shitty, cobbled together plan, but a plan nonetheless," Ren said, turning from regular speech into a long sigh once he realized that they didn't even have a 'plan' to speak of. Well, it was too late to back out anyway, lest he risk the wrath of this young dragon. If crushing him was what she could do when she wasn't trying to kill him, he'd hate to see firsthand what it would be like when she would. "Well, we need better leads than that," he said bluntly as he began walking to a 'safe zone', not even bothering to check if Arydun was following for the first dozen minutes. He did glance back every now and then afterwards, though. "Anyway," he continued after getting a sufficient distance away from the cafe and into a quieter section of the area, "I figure we need to do some info gathering."
Ren leaned against an alley wall and removed a handheld device from his pocket. After fiddling with it for a moment or two, presumably to turn it on and get to the proper application needed, he began speaking again. "And where's the best place to get info? The library. Unfortunately, it isn't lunch break and by the time we get there, classes would already have started... Which means the moment we step foot inside, we get questioned for truancy business if we aren't in a school library, which unfortunately cuts us off from the International Library for a few hours," Ren sighed, "Looks like I'm going to classes anyway. Fortunately for you, it's the introduction ceremony today, which means we can get you to masquerade as a student." He looked Arydun over again, "but you'll need real clothes, a school uniform actually, but it's not like I own a girl's uniform, nor can I go up to someone and ask 'hey, can I have your uniform?'..."
Ren went pale at a certain thought. "Nope, not gonna do that," he mumbled as he kept browsing his mind for ideas.
Typing up my post 'n' stuff, but is Castiel talking to Claude with that last sentence? Gotta make sure I don't misinterpret it or anything.
"M-Moe-chan! Let go of me!"
Naoto squirmed uncomfortably in the iron grip of Moeka Shirokami as he was slowly but surely dragged away.towards the battlefield, half-insincere, half-sincere protests quickly fading once the futility of it finally dawned on the taller partner. And so, Naoto and company headed off to the Saiga District to complete their mission before Moeka went crazy and started up the friendly fire.
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Naoto rubbed his sore arm, only half-listening to the situation at hand. Seemed there was a mass of thirty Shades to deal with. "Can't be that bad, I mean at least it isn't thirty one!" he laughed, unholstering his Mauser C96 with a nice little gun twirl around his trigger finger. How he managed to do so to a semi-automatic pistol without managing a misfire was... actually quite impressive, truth be told. "Anyway," Naoto continued, quickly lining up a nice shot before not pulling the trigger and dropping his aim, "An hour's too long. Surely we can't be that slow, even if we're giving the new guy a hand's on lesson." Naoto giggled a bit, "In fact, if you would just give me 10 minutes.." He put his gun to his head as casually as someone would put a spoonful of food into their mouth, or earphones on their head. Which could only mean one thing...!
Naoto dropped his aim. "...Is what I would say. Buuuuut I'm not here to spoil your fun," he said cheerfully after glancing at the shaking form of Akihara post-Moeka firing volley, "C'mon now, take your shot. They aren't even human." As if to emphasize his point, Naoto also put his finger to the trigger and aimed at the Shades in sight, not yet firing. "Feel free to take your time!" Naoto encouraged(?), "it's not as if lives depend on it! No rush!"
Naoto squirmed uncomfortably in the iron grip of Moeka Shirokami as he was slowly but surely dragged away.towards the battlefield, half-insincere, half-sincere protests quickly fading once the futility of it finally dawned on the taller partner. And so, Naoto and company headed off to the Saiga District to complete their mission before Moeka went crazy and started up the friendly fire.
Naoto rubbed his sore arm, only half-listening to the situation at hand. Seemed there was a mass of thirty Shades to deal with. "Can't be that bad, I mean at least it isn't thirty one!" he laughed, unholstering his Mauser C96 with a nice little gun twirl around his trigger finger. How he managed to do so to a semi-automatic pistol without managing a misfire was... actually quite impressive, truth be told. "Anyway," Naoto continued, quickly lining up a nice shot before not pulling the trigger and dropping his aim, "An hour's too long. Surely we can't be that slow, even if we're giving the new guy a hand's on lesson." Naoto giggled a bit, "In fact, if you would just give me 10 minutes.." He put his gun to his head as casually as someone would put a spoonful of food into their mouth, or earphones on their head. Which could only mean one thing...!
Naoto dropped his aim. "...Is what I would say. Buuuuut I'm not here to spoil your fun," he said cheerfully after glancing at the shaking form of Akihara post-Moeka firing volley, "C'mon now, take your shot. They aren't even human." As if to emphasize his point, Naoto also put his finger to the trigger and aimed at the Shades in sight, not yet firing. "Feel free to take your time!" Naoto encouraged(?), "it's not as if lives depend on it! No rush!"
XxLyraxX said
I don't think so.
Shame, I had a character concept I would've liked to use.
So, random plot bunny thingamajig I just came up with but then my wifi decided to take a shit. So I might as well 'nutshell' this instead of rewriting the entire goddamn thing again. First I need to pose a question: Who here has seen Code Geass? Because the scenario I have planned'll take after one of the episodes (number 4 or 5) a fair bit... Except with significantly more telekinetic blasts, ice spikes, high speed slugs, and fireballs being thrown about.
"Dunno," Aoi answered Tabitha, shrugging unconcernedly. He didn't have the heart to tell his partner that he wanted to mind his own business and not get all caught up in an internal dispute of a family, so that was the best he could do. He looked disinterestedly at the front of the room, cringing a bit when Haru called him fragile, but not really reacting to much. However, when Haru brought up the topic of dinner...
"I'm cooking!" Aoi declared proudly, and with good reason too. He was the Star Clan's undisputed Kitchen God. His foot was hiked up to the desk, using it as a footstool to lean against his knee as he stood. One could practically see his pride swelling forth... But then he 180'd back to his usual demure self with one statement: "...but I do it basically every night." He sat in his seat and resumed staring at the front.
"WELL FLINT," Ilya began loudly and cheerfully, which... Didn't bode well for the eldest Evans child. The mischievous expression he wore didn't help either. "I did quite a lot! Would you like me to regale you with my tales of glory and sacrifice?" she asked, rhetorically. Even if Flint said know, he'd still do it anyway. Besides, it wasn't even that much, just embellishment, really.
"Well I spent Friday watching some snazzy movies on Netflix, on Saturday I made a sand-castle, trained a bit, pirated some DVDs, and, of course, worked part time at ChupaCabra's!" Okay... One of those definitely wasn't like the others. Hopefully by 'working at ChupaCabra's', Ilya meant 'bartending' rather than 'being a cabaret lady'. Ilya definitely had the body for it... Food for thought.
"On Sunday I just dicked around, watched anime, et cetera."
"I'm cooking!" Aoi declared proudly, and with good reason too. He was the Star Clan's undisputed Kitchen God. His foot was hiked up to the desk, using it as a footstool to lean against his knee as he stood. One could practically see his pride swelling forth... But then he 180'd back to his usual demure self with one statement: "...but I do it basically every night." He sat in his seat and resumed staring at the front.
"WELL FLINT," Ilya began loudly and cheerfully, which... Didn't bode well for the eldest Evans child. The mischievous expression he wore didn't help either. "I did quite a lot! Would you like me to regale you with my tales of glory and sacrifice?" she asked, rhetorically. Even if Flint said know, he'd still do it anyway. Besides, it wasn't even that much, just embellishment, really.
"Well I spent Friday watching some snazzy movies on Netflix, on Saturday I made a sand-castle, trained a bit, pirated some DVDs, and, of course, worked part time at ChupaCabra's!" Okay... One of those definitely wasn't like the others. Hopefully by 'working at ChupaCabra's', Ilya meant 'bartending' rather than 'being a cabaret lady'. Ilya definitely had the body for it... Food for thought.
"On Sunday I just dicked around, watched anime, et cetera."
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