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He could meet Gideon. At the moment, he is wandering aimlessly around, waiting to be assigned or directed to his room, with no one to talk too...
I'm not entirely sure how a holy angel could actually do that with a demon, that never happened in the Bible anyway, except when the demons fathered the Nephilim.
And I posted :D
And I posted :D
Gideon, Grey)cameo), Miri(cameo), Gabriel (cameo)
Gideon decided to avoid the swimming club's tent after all, purely because of the supposedly 'hot' mermaids lounging around outside. He definitely did not want to become associated with them, and made up his mind to return later and creep round the back. For now though, the objective of returning to the swarm of Freemen, of which the majority were trailing behind Grey, posed a greater challenge.
Gideon dived through the crowd, slinking between two werewolves and treading on at least three tails as he made his way through the crush. Swiftly turning to avoid an angel and a succubus, apparently having a little too much fun, he came at last to the gaggle of newcomers and followed them, making for the headmaster at the head of the chain, who was heading off in the direction of some other members of staff.
Gideon decided to avoid the swimming club's tent after all, purely because of the supposedly 'hot' mermaids lounging around outside. He definitely did not want to become associated with them, and made up his mind to return later and creep round the back. For now though, the objective of returning to the swarm of Freemen, of which the majority were trailing behind Grey, posed a greater challenge.
Gideon dived through the crowd, slinking between two werewolves and treading on at least three tails as he made his way through the crush. Swiftly turning to avoid an angel and a succubus, apparently having a little too much fun, he came at last to the gaggle of newcomers and followed them, making for the headmaster at the head of the chain, who was heading off in the direction of some other members of staff.
Spawnling said
Illuvatar - Who knows, you'll technically be facing me in NPC form, and I can guarantee I'm not gonna make it easy on you. :)
What do you mean? Am I stupid 0_o
I know, I changed it to 'just making off'. My post ended when you were leaving the stall. Bit of time lag or something.
Gideon, Andrej (cameo),Gabriel (cameo), Grey(cameo)
Gideon turned from the angel at the gate, and looked back towards Grey and the freshmen. They were clearly being assigned rooms, and handing in club pamphlets to the bemused headmaster/mistress/principal at a rapid speed. Gideon sighed. He reckoned he would be considered like the Year Sevens back in Britain - the lowest of the low, who always seemed to be swarming around your ankles. He remember the cool waters of the River Stour, from which he was born, and a tide of homesickness welled up in his throat.
Almost gagging, he drew up the hood of his fleece (blue) and dashed off into the trees. The sunlight through the leaves, though of infinite beauty to one of his kin, the Dryads, did little to raise his spirits. He needed water. The fresh embrace of a running stream or the lap of the oncoming tide.
Suddenly, he burst back into the ring of tents, only this time, he was next to the Swimming Club gazebo. A few freshmen and a couple of sophomores were clustered at the entrance, receiving leaflets and forms from eager members. There appeared to be several different species - at least three Naiads, a Nereid, and what appeared to be a water dragon in human form, just making off. Sighing, he wandered towards them - after all, they were the ones most likely to know what he wanted to know - the location of water.
Gideon turned from the angel at the gate, and looked back towards Grey and the freshmen. They were clearly being assigned rooms, and handing in club pamphlets to the bemused headmaster/mistress/principal at a rapid speed. Gideon sighed. He reckoned he would be considered like the Year Sevens back in Britain - the lowest of the low, who always seemed to be swarming around your ankles. He remember the cool waters of the River Stour, from which he was born, and a tide of homesickness welled up in his throat.
Almost gagging, he drew up the hood of his fleece (blue) and dashed off into the trees. The sunlight through the leaves, though of infinite beauty to one of his kin, the Dryads, did little to raise his spirits. He needed water. The fresh embrace of a running stream or the lap of the oncoming tide.
Suddenly, he burst back into the ring of tents, only this time, he was next to the Swimming Club gazebo. A few freshmen and a couple of sophomores were clustered at the entrance, receiving leaflets and forms from eager members. There appeared to be several different species - at least three Naiads, a Nereid, and what appeared to be a water dragon in human form, just making off. Sighing, he wandered towards them - after all, they were the ones most likely to know what he wanted to know - the location of water.
Gideon, Grey (cameo), Gabriel
Gideon stopped dead when he heard the loud shout; "high schoolllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". Turning his head away from Grey and the Freshmen, he espied an angel standing, who looked about 18 at the school gates.
A silence descended over the school, with every head and, um, feeler? turned towards the newcomer. He saw at least one gargoyle loose concentration mid-flight, and crashed into the fork of a tree. Gideon, being new, had no idea who he was or whether he had been here before, but he got the feeling that everyone was slightly bemused by his behaviour.
The angel seemed young and energetic, but naive. He was clearly the 'over-friendly' sort
OOC: I removed the character reading
Gideon stopped dead when he heard the loud shout; "high schoolllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". Turning his head away from Grey and the Freshmen, he espied an angel standing, who looked about 18 at the school gates.
A silence descended over the school, with every head and, um, feeler? turned towards the newcomer. He saw at least one gargoyle loose concentration mid-flight, and crashed into the fork of a tree. Gideon, being new, had no idea who he was or whether he had been here before, but he got the feeling that everyone was slightly bemused by his behaviour.
The angel seemed young and energetic, but naive. He was clearly the 'over-friendly' sort
OOC: I removed the character reading
I did my first IC post :D
Cool :D
And, by the way, Gideon has a British accent (because I'm British, and it's easier for me to imagine him like that.) This is also why he uses British spellings and terminology. I'll just go add that to my CS :D
And, by the way, Gideon has a British accent (because I'm British, and it's easier for me to imagine him like that.) This is also why he uses British spellings and terminology. I'll just go add that to my CS :D
Gideon, Grey (cameo)
Gideon awoke in a puddle.
It wasn't unusual for him to sleep inside a body of water, but never before had he phased into water while sleeping. An never, EVER, had he fallen asleep while starting a new school. As far as he could remember, he had lain down as a human. Oh well, never mind. I was probably just, *shudders*, the 'teenage years' again.
Reaching out into the Gardens with his mind, he felt the familiar tingling, fuzzy sensation as he disassociated his atomic structure from the water molecules and manifested in human form. He sighed as he hefted his rucksack onto his shoulders (slightly muddy), and let his gaze wander towards the school building.
It was surrounded by a sea of students, flapping leaflets and swiping the early morning flies with textbooks. Gideon's hand shot up. His watch said 10 o'clock. He had been asleep for two hours. Hurrying forward, he made for the school doors, diving between Cyclopes and Werewolves, and narrowly avoiding treading on an Imp procession.
He noticed many tents, presumably clubs seeking new members, tightly packed around the entrance. A rainbow of colours and names filled his mind, The Astronomy Club, The Jousting Tournament, The Inter-House Flying competition. The only one that genuinely interested Gideon was the Swimming Team, but he had his doubts as to whether he would be accepted because of his ability to inhabit, or commingle (as his mother called it) with any body of water. Nearby, a crash had apparently occurred in the Jousting Area. He avoided turning in that direction and changed course.
Coming to a halt, he noticed Grey, the Headmaster/Mistress/Principle, watching over the ever growing gaggle of Freshmen , and made a beeline for him/her/it. This was going to be an interesting first term...
OOC: I hope I was supposed to write in past tense, please inform me if I'm wrong. And if I have made a mistake in how the school is organised, sorry, I'm British, and our schooling system is different. I hope I got the American one right!
Gideon awoke in a puddle.
It wasn't unusual for him to sleep inside a body of water, but never before had he phased into water while sleeping. An never, EVER, had he fallen asleep while starting a new school. As far as he could remember, he had lain down as a human. Oh well, never mind. I was probably just, *shudders*, the 'teenage years' again.
Reaching out into the Gardens with his mind, he felt the familiar tingling, fuzzy sensation as he disassociated his atomic structure from the water molecules and manifested in human form. He sighed as he hefted his rucksack onto his shoulders (slightly muddy), and let his gaze wander towards the school building.
It was surrounded by a sea of students, flapping leaflets and swiping the early morning flies with textbooks. Gideon's hand shot up. His watch said 10 o'clock. He had been asleep for two hours. Hurrying forward, he made for the school doors, diving between Cyclopes and Werewolves, and narrowly avoiding treading on an Imp procession.
He noticed many tents, presumably clubs seeking new members, tightly packed around the entrance. A rainbow of colours and names filled his mind, The Astronomy Club, The Jousting Tournament, The Inter-House Flying competition. The only one that genuinely interested Gideon was the Swimming Team, but he had his doubts as to whether he would be accepted because of his ability to inhabit, or commingle (as his mother called it) with any body of water. Nearby, a crash had apparently occurred in the Jousting Area. He avoided turning in that direction and changed course.
Coming to a halt, he noticed Grey, the Headmaster/Mistress/Principle, watching over the ever growing gaggle of Freshmen , and made a beeline for him/her/it. This was going to be an interesting first term...
OOC: I hope I was supposed to write in past tense, please inform me if I'm wrong. And if I have made a mistake in how the school is organised, sorry, I'm British, and our schooling system is different. I hope I got the American one right!
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