It's fun 'cause my quote shows Mon Crim, since it doesn't recognize the strikethroughs. MonCrim should be your new username, flows better than Monster Guy BP
... I think we're spamming now. Quick, le's edit posts into something relevant
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Crimson Flame said
Fine. *Throws a dress at you* Better? :3
*hisses* a dress is a piece of clothing too, you fool!
No actually 's fine I can sell this.
Crimson Flame said
There is no Mon here. Who are you talking to? :P.
There's smartass, and then there's Mon Crim.
Post is done by the way yeee.
Dieter Bauer
Dieter wasn't sure how he felt about the Magician... guy? Girl? ... Person, that had commented how they wouldn't mind staying in the school. Did the person really not have anything to return to in the outside world? No family, friends, job or a pet? It sounded almost sad, and he would have voiced a question regarding it, if the crowd hadn't been quite so noisy. Much like before, a thousand things were happening all at the same time, and few were the people who kept their volume off speech down. Not that the shouting and wailing going on wasn't completely understandable, of course. That was rather natural of teenagers being caught in what as effectively a death trap.
A big part of the group decided that food would be the answer to their confused state, and started to head towards the kitchen. Food was known to replenish energy and help one think clearer, but it was still just a bit astonishing how readily so many people trusted the food they'd been left with. Dieter doubted it was poisoned with anything that would kill, but using drugs to drop people's defenses or affect their natural behaviour - perhaps to the point of making them kill - wouldn't sound out of place at all. Then again, if one wished to eat, it would probably be better to do it now, when none of the other students had had time to tinker with the ingredients. So, with that in mind, Dieter directed his steps towards the cafeteria as well. However, while many of the others seemed to gather in the actual cafeteria area itself, he walked straight past everyone and into the kitchen. He wanted to be there before everyone else. Or, well, most everyone else, as it seemed like at least one person was already eating.
A few more steps, and he disappeared past the corned into the kitchen.
Fyodor "Fedya" Vasnetsov
As much as Fedya graved to interact with the other students, he couldn't bring himself into following after the majority of the students into cafeteria to grab a bite. There were so many people packed into that room that he felt it would just be a repeat of what had went on in the entrance hall earlier, and that was hardly any fun for him. True, it would let him learn more about a select few individuals who spoke the loudest and had their voice stand out from among the noise, but typically, loud and outgoing people were ones you could learn more about anyway, anywhere. No, he wanted to learn more about the quiet ones - which was why part of him urged him to follow the few that had went to try and convince the Princess to come back out from hiding. It sounded like fun, and he was curious to know why she had chosen to hide in the first place. Was she just scared? Or did she have something in particular to hide?
There was only one way to find out.
And so, being in no hurry, Fedya walked after the girls, fingers playing with the map they'd been given, until he finally stopped in front of the correct door - correct, open door. Oh my, rather brash to barge into a girl's room like that - even if you were one yourself.
"Excuse me, coming iiin~" Fedya announced as he stepped past the doorframe and walked further inside. The room looked small but cozy, and he wondered if each of their room was identical. Regardless, it didn't take him long to find the Thief and the Catholic, both standing outside the bathroom door and trying to coax the girl inside to come out. Fedya chuckled.
"Ah, you two are just scarin' the poor thing like that," he commented as he flopped down to sit on the bed, talking loud enough for his voice to be audible even in the bathroom. "If you want her out, y'gotta be nicer and bribe her instead. Mm, somethin' like, promise her money or food, or-" he let his voice drop just a tad: "Or that she won't be the first victim you guys kill and all."
Dieter wasn't sure how he felt about the Magician... guy? Girl? ... Person, that had commented how they wouldn't mind staying in the school. Did the person really not have anything to return to in the outside world? No family, friends, job or a pet? It sounded almost sad, and he would have voiced a question regarding it, if the crowd hadn't been quite so noisy. Much like before, a thousand things were happening all at the same time, and few were the people who kept their volume off speech down. Not that the shouting and wailing going on wasn't completely understandable, of course. That was rather natural of teenagers being caught in what as effectively a death trap.
A big part of the group decided that food would be the answer to their confused state, and started to head towards the kitchen. Food was known to replenish energy and help one think clearer, but it was still just a bit astonishing how readily so many people trusted the food they'd been left with. Dieter doubted it was poisoned with anything that would kill, but using drugs to drop people's defenses or affect their natural behaviour - perhaps to the point of making them kill - wouldn't sound out of place at all. Then again, if one wished to eat, it would probably be better to do it now, when none of the other students had had time to tinker with the ingredients. So, with that in mind, Dieter directed his steps towards the cafeteria as well. However, while many of the others seemed to gather in the actual cafeteria area itself, he walked straight past everyone and into the kitchen. He wanted to be there before everyone else. Or, well, most everyone else, as it seemed like at least one person was already eating.
A few more steps, and he disappeared past the corned into the kitchen.
Fyodor "Fedya" Vasnetsov
As much as Fedya graved to interact with the other students, he couldn't bring himself into following after the majority of the students into cafeteria to grab a bite. There were so many people packed into that room that he felt it would just be a repeat of what had went on in the entrance hall earlier, and that was hardly any fun for him. True, it would let him learn more about a select few individuals who spoke the loudest and had their voice stand out from among the noise, but typically, loud and outgoing people were ones you could learn more about anyway, anywhere. No, he wanted to learn more about the quiet ones - which was why part of him urged him to follow the few that had went to try and convince the Princess to come back out from hiding. It sounded like fun, and he was curious to know why she had chosen to hide in the first place. Was she just scared? Or did she have something in particular to hide?
There was only one way to find out.
And so, being in no hurry, Fedya walked after the girls, fingers playing with the map they'd been given, until he finally stopped in front of the correct door - correct, open door. Oh my, rather brash to barge into a girl's room like that - even if you were one yourself.
"Excuse me, coming iiin~" Fedya announced as he stepped past the doorframe and walked further inside. The room looked small but cozy, and he wondered if each of their room was identical. Regardless, it didn't take him long to find the Thief and the Catholic, both standing outside the bathroom door and trying to coax the girl inside to come out. Fedya chuckled.
"Ah, you two are just scarin' the poor thing like that," he commented as he flopped down to sit on the bed, talking loud enough for his voice to be audible even in the bathroom. "If you want her out, y'gotta be nicer and bribe her instead. Mm, somethin' like, promise her money or food, or-" he let his voice drop just a tad: "Or that she won't be the first victim you guys kill and all."
Bad a judge of character as Hitomi was, even she couldn't help but notice the cold, empty tone the girl spoke with, or the ingenuity of her smile as the girl claimed a door and introduced herself. And, before Hitomi could recover from the scare this Nami person had given her, much less start formulating an answer, the blonde girl had already brushed past her and disappeared into the stairway they'd come from earlier.
It took a while before Hitomi found it in her to move. For a few minutes, all she could do was stand still in shock, regretting her attempt to keep up a conversation more than ever before. And yet, scared as she was, she was also equal parts frustrated, her grudge bearing nature rearing its head. What was up with this Nami character? She had been the one to start talking, and when she'd answered, the other had up and left without so much as a goodbye. She hadn't even stayed to listen to her introduction. Probably because she... didn't really care. Figured. Who would be honestly interested in talking to her, anyway? She hadn't exactly done a good job in looking sociable and approachable. All she'd done was hidden behind her game and stayed quietly in the shadows like always.
That, and it was pretty much her own fault for not knowing to stay away from the girl that'd dyed her hair blonde. You didn't do that around here unless you wanted to make a statement of some sort. Unless you were a strong personality that didn't care about others' stares.
Unless you were the... complete opposite of me, Hitomi sighed in her mind, shaking her head and finally pushing herself to leave the comfort of the shadows. She stalked her way to the other vacant door, pondering for a while why she hadn't been handed a key. They could... lock these doors, right? She didn't want anyone walking in on her when she changing, or sleeping or... wearing her gothic dresses. If the embarrassment of someone seeing her wouldn't kill her, she would do it herself.
The girl pushed open the door as silently as she could to not bother her new 'neighbours' and then slipped inside, suitcase and gaming console and all. She took around the small room and timidly sat on the bed, hands curled into fists on her lap. She felt... weird being there. It wasn't her room - not the room she'd come to know, at least, and to think that she'd be spending all her free time here... it felt suffocating, somewhat. But it wasn't like she had a choice. Maybe if the library was unpopular enough to leave unoccupied a particularly comfortable table, she'd migrate there instead, but that was to be seen.
For now, she'd unpack.
It took a while before Hitomi found it in her to move. For a few minutes, all she could do was stand still in shock, regretting her attempt to keep up a conversation more than ever before. And yet, scared as she was, she was also equal parts frustrated, her grudge bearing nature rearing its head. What was up with this Nami character? She had been the one to start talking, and when she'd answered, the other had up and left without so much as a goodbye. She hadn't even stayed to listen to her introduction. Probably because she... didn't really care. Figured. Who would be honestly interested in talking to her, anyway? She hadn't exactly done a good job in looking sociable and approachable. All she'd done was hidden behind her game and stayed quietly in the shadows like always.
That, and it was pretty much her own fault for not knowing to stay away from the girl that'd dyed her hair blonde. You didn't do that around here unless you wanted to make a statement of some sort. Unless you were a strong personality that didn't care about others' stares.
Unless you were the... complete opposite of me, Hitomi sighed in her mind, shaking her head and finally pushing herself to leave the comfort of the shadows. She stalked her way to the other vacant door, pondering for a while why she hadn't been handed a key. They could... lock these doors, right? She didn't want anyone walking in on her when she changing, or sleeping or... wearing her gothic dresses. If the embarrassment of someone seeing her wouldn't kill her, she would do it herself.
The girl pushed open the door as silently as she could to not bother her new 'neighbours' and then slipped inside, suitcase and gaming console and all. She took around the small room and timidly sat on the bed, hands curled into fists on her lap. She felt... weird being there. It wasn't her room - not the room she'd come to know, at least, and to think that she'd be spending all her free time here... it felt suffocating, somewhat. But it wasn't like she had a choice. Maybe if the library was unpopular enough to leave unoccupied a particularly comfortable table, she'd migrate there instead, but that was to be seen.
For now, she'd unpack.
Go for it, then BD
Heh, I can imagine. The confusion'll get so much worse when more strange things start happening, too. She better never half-jokingly wish for things 8P
Same!
Heh, I can imagine. The confusion'll get so much worse when more strange things start happening, too. She better never half-jokingly wish for things 8P
Same!
He straightened his back as she pulled her hand away, wiping at his mouth to clear the taste as he did. From what he saw of her hand, his remedy really hadn't done much to fix the burn; all he'd managed to do was get her hand wet. It was still red, and still looked painful. It was strange and just a bit... frustrating. Usually, when he got serious and attempted something, he succeeded. It hurt his pride when he didn't. Why did humans and animals do such a thing, if it was ineffective anyway? It didn't taste particularly good, and as a predator it had been kinda difficult not to bite on accident. Hm. Either way, he didn't have much trust in this ointment she mentioned now either. Perhaps humans just didn't know how to fix themselves.
They did, apparently, know how to make tea though.
Eyes growing bright from joy and his previous failure all forgotten in an instant, the demon clapped together his hands as he was offered a cup. It smelled good, and he didn't hesitate to take it and have a sip. After all, hot as it was, it wouldn't be able to burn him. Just knowledge of that made him proud all over again.
"Thank you~" He cheered, gulping down as if he hadn't devoured anything for days. And truthfully, he hadn't. The last few days had been... unpleasant. He preferred not to remember them. "And ah, if the 'ointment' thing doesn't help, we can stick your hand in the freezer! Or I can get some ice that doesn't melt. It's a bit of a pain to bring up, but..." the demon fell into though, thinking about the logistics of bringing such things on Earth. He'd never done it before, but he figured it was doable with enough preparation.
"Oh, and of course I'm concerned," he added after a while, a bit late on the uptake of what she'd said. "You saved me - and gave me tea. So now I'm forever indebted to you." Although his words sounded admittedly silly and his tone like someone not knowing what they were talking about, there was a hint of seriousness behind it all, and his eyes suggested he was very much set on keeping his word - unfortunately enough for the girl.
They did, apparently, know how to make tea though.
Eyes growing bright from joy and his previous failure all forgotten in an instant, the demon clapped together his hands as he was offered a cup. It smelled good, and he didn't hesitate to take it and have a sip. After all, hot as it was, it wouldn't be able to burn him. Just knowledge of that made him proud all over again.
"Thank you~" He cheered, gulping down as if he hadn't devoured anything for days. And truthfully, he hadn't. The last few days had been... unpleasant. He preferred not to remember them. "And ah, if the 'ointment' thing doesn't help, we can stick your hand in the freezer! Or I can get some ice that doesn't melt. It's a bit of a pain to bring up, but..." the demon fell into though, thinking about the logistics of bringing such things on Earth. He'd never done it before, but he figured it was doable with enough preparation.
"Oh, and of course I'm concerned," he added after a while, a bit late on the uptake of what she'd said. "You saved me - and gave me tea. So now I'm forever indebted to you." Although his words sounded admittedly silly and his tone like someone not knowing what they were talking about, there was a hint of seriousness behind it all, and his eyes suggested he was very much set on keeping his word - unfortunately enough for the girl.
Oh, yeah, speaking of weeks... I won't be around at all during the next one after this. I'll be back on track at the start of March though (on the 3rd or so).
As for the schedule, sounds really good to me!
As for the schedule, sounds really good to me!
Weirder than Bob? 8P
I think he'd go for it though, just to show his gratitude and all. "It's like you picked up a stray puppy, so now you need to name me :3" and all.
Also posted, and he fails first-aid 01.
I think he'd go for it though, just to show his gratitude and all. "It's like you picked up a stray puppy, so now you need to name me :3" and all.
Also posted, and he fails first-aid 01.
"It's not fine," he argued simply as he pulled her hand under his gaze. Hm. From the looks of it, the injury wasn't all that serious after all - especially not when you considered the scale of injury the demon was used to. It wasn't considered a burn back home in Hell unless there was charred bone showing. But then, this was a human girl, and her species was known for being weak. For her, this injury definitely was something. Which made the mention of this 'happening all the time' all the more worrying. What'd she meant? Did she have an affinity for being attacked by kettles on a daily basis? That wasn't good. That called for intervention. He'd destroy all the kettles in the world if he had to. And pots, too. For good measure.
Regardless, seeing the relative harmlessness of the wound calmed the demon down some, and the look in his eyes relaxed somewhat. Still examining her hand, he bent forward and took the hand to his lips, taking some of the burned area in his mouth. He'd seen people do the same to fingers before. That, and licking the burn was what she'd done earlier from what he'd seen. Made sense, as that was generally what animals did to tend wounds as well. So, he went ahead and attempted the same, closing his eyes and slowly brushing his tongue across the burn a few times in hopes of seeing some results.
When he didn't, his face fell back into a pout and his earlier attitude was back in a snap.
"Awwwh..." he mumbled, wide, sad eyes back on the girl now, hand still in his mouth like he were a puppy holding a toy. "Dhon't dhink dhis ish whorking ath all!"
Regardless, seeing the relative harmlessness of the wound calmed the demon down some, and the look in his eyes relaxed somewhat. Still examining her hand, he bent forward and took the hand to his lips, taking some of the burned area in his mouth. He'd seen people do the same to fingers before. That, and licking the burn was what she'd done earlier from what he'd seen. Made sense, as that was generally what animals did to tend wounds as well. So, he went ahead and attempted the same, closing his eyes and slowly brushing his tongue across the burn a few times in hopes of seeing some results.
When he didn't, his face fell back into a pout and his earlier attitude was back in a snap.
"Awwwh..." he mumbled, wide, sad eyes back on the girl now, hand still in his mouth like he were a puppy holding a toy. "Dhon't dhink dhis ish whorking ath all!"
Exactly.
I don't think there's anyone in the same floor as Hitomi right now, but I'm typing up a post anyway. She needs to get into her room so she can hide away from the world and all |D
I don't think there's anyone in the same floor as Hitomi right now, but I'm typing up a post anyway. She needs to get into her room so she can hide away from the world and all |D
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