Mistiel

Redwood Reform Academy

Micah

Micah divided his attention between listening for the seemingly spaced out geography teacher's next words and the growing clamor of students discussing the possibility of a party. Did his ears deceive him? A small smile played out on Micah's lips. Parties were his speciality. It didn't matter if he heard the exact room number. Micah was a diehard party animal at heart and he had the scent of potential liquor, hardcore console video games, and staying up all night jamming.

Naturally, there were ways around not being able to have overly loud music. If this party had Micah, it would no doubt find those ways with relative ease. No, not if it had him, when. He wondered if any of the kids had had any better luck sneaking dope in. He'd been practicing his mildly interested, "I'm really not high" face for the few excruciatingly sober weeks he had had before coming here. With the opportunity to partake again so unexpectedly close at hand, he found his palms moist and his breath hitching in anticipation. Wiping the offending sweaty digits dry with a double swipe on his excruciatingly stiff and uncomfortable uniform pants, he nonchalantly found himself straining his ears to pick up any details that might make Operation Party Bloodhound Mode slightly easier.

A Tip of the Hat

Y'know what they say: "One good tip deserves another."

@BushidoBantam

I ship it. :^)

What Are You Listening To?

Redwood Reform Academy

@ViannaNight

Micah had simply tolerated the nearly unintelligible whispering of the two ladies and guy in front of him up to this point. When it escalated to a stage where everyone involved seemed to be getting handsier, Micah blew his bangs again and grumbled, "Get a room, slut" out of the corner of his mouth. Maybe their geography teacher would help them locate the Cartesian coordinates of said room. Holy shit, did I just voluntarily want that? he wondered incredulously. The mental reply from his proverbial left shoulder demon whispered, You're going soft, Micah while the other half, the almost better side, simultaneously thought I have GOT to stop watching Chris Angel.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

@Ermine

Ceria harvested three of the drake's shiny red scales with one of the two daggers from her belt before the black blood that spewed forth made the rest of the body too gross to touch anymore. The three gleaming pristine scales she came away with though were all rather small, probably too small to be used to craft much of value. Still, she had just been given a pretty gift by someone not five minutes ago. Perhaps it was time to return the favor.

Without pomp or ceremony, the wood elf walked over to where Daisy stood and held out the scales a bit timidly. "I....think you might have more use for these than me. Like maybe a necklace or something? You'd look really good in red!" Her sudden embarrassment was cut short when Chip pegged an acorn at her from atop the pew next to Daisy and made a chitter that sounded for all the world like a short, almost maniacal high-pitched human laugh. Ceria frowned at the little creature with a bewildered expression, mildly annoyed.

Drake Harvesting Skills

Survival Roll: 16
Effects: Ceria harvests three (3) scales off of the drake.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Thankfully, Daisy hadn't seemed bothered or even affected by Ceria momentarily using her as a wall. In fact, Daisy didn't seem affected by the gravity of any of this....gee like that was new. Ceria followed Daisy back inside the church, fully intending to rip the dead drake limb from limb. Chip dove after Daisy. When she got up between two pews, he scurried up about five feet in front of her, standing on the leftmost pew, and mimicked her stance but held up one little paw like a gesture to the audience and the other to his little face with acorn tucked under one arm. No sound emanated from his tiny toothy mouth, but that didn't stop his jaws from moving up and down like a simple imitation of words.

While the little fuzzy performer rocked out to the real performer's song, the wood elf stared down at the red lizard before her. The same that had nearly killed her from point blank range mere minutes earlier. The same that had nearly killed Ulor, not that the two of them really cared much for the other. Ceria quickly searches the drake's body, but finds only....... "Worthless annoying scum," she muttered in Elvish, spitting on the carcass. Only at the conclusion of the song did Daisy's song ease any of Ceria's anger. At least she felt a little stronger, odd considering no one had healed her and she didn't have any potions.

Chip came sprinting back up Ceria's spine to sit on her shoulder and chitter on in Squirrelspeak about how awesome Daisy was. Her charm couldn't even escape the local wildlife. A twinge of jealousy ran through the pit of her stomach, making the elf wish for the umpteenth time that she could make friends as easily as the elf. She didn't doubt Arthera had left the party because she was disgusted with Ceria for being a coward and a disorderly freak. With a sigh, and a noisy Chip on her shoulder, she flopped over the back of a pew, not caring about her butt pointing skyward and welcomed the cool wood now mashed against her cheek. It had been a long day and this pew was very tree-like. Ceria felt her eyelids closing, awkward pressure on her abdomen from the top of the pew be damned. She imagined herself, just for a moment, back in the elven homeland as a carefree kid with an entire afternoon to be spent however she pleased. Then the "Incident" had happened and everyone had shunned her despite her protests that it wasn't her fault. Still, she missed trees. It had been far too long now since she had been in wilderness for any length of time.

Mechanical Roley-Poleys

Investigation Roll: 19
Effects: Ceria searches that damned lizard from head to tail to see if it has anything useful (we're talkin' magical items, dagger-like appendages, trophies, virtually anything with this good a roll). :)

Survival Roll: 16
Effects: Ceria harvest three (3) scales off of the drake.

Redwood Reform Academy

@LadyinInk @Overlord24

Micah had never seen much anime, but this Gray girl totally seemed like a deadpan Japanese schoolgirl; emotionless on the outside, thriving on the inside. He regarded her with a new light as he took a seat in the middle right of the room, relatively close to the door. He wondered if the geography teacher would actually teach them something this time, or - like Payton - just give up.

It was odd that he found himself hoping for the former. Probably just because he craved entertainment.
If what the teacher said happened to intrigue him, then quite possibly there would be no interruptions. So, that said, he crossed one leg under the other - a bit of a tight fit under the desk despite him having chicken legs- and regarded the geography teacher with something almost akin to a pleasant, expectant expression.

Redwood Reform Academy

Micah

@Overlord24

Micah acknowledged the "teacher's" noncommittal avoidance with a grunt. If he had been allowed to bring an iPod or literally any kind of musical device, he would have, but his parents had physically pushed him through a literal metal detector before his dad drove him here. Sadly, that meant no easily accessible musical entertainment, that he knew of at least. Micah had Payton at "get out of my sight" and was already halfway out of his seat.

Sure, Micah owned a backpack. Yes, he had brought it with him even though it mostly contained a few sets of fresh jeans, undies, T-shirts, socks and toiletries. Had he brought it to class? Hell no! He slunk out of homeroom wordlessly, sauntering off down the hall to follow the bright, annoyingly helpful signs that pointed towards Geography. At least they knew enough about the subject to keep anyone but the dumbest students from getting lost. Maybe not even the dumbest. A mere three minutes later, Micah found himself in the doorway for the geography classroom as he had arrived just after some girl who had said something about forbidden fruit to the last Teach.

Redwood Reform Academy

Micah

@KahleenCuthald @Echoes

Wondering if he had pushed the room too far, Micah bit his lip until he tasted blood to keep from unleashing one of two scathing retorts that immediately sprang to mind. Well fork it, he hadn't intended to go all-in but the girl had called his bluff. Swinging his legs off the empty desk down to a proper sitting position while clapping his hands together in a mock impression of an overly enthusiastic schoolgirl, he replied: "Oh, I know! Why doesn't Teach tell us that life is full of happy rainbows and you get fulfillment and "inner peace" through kind words and works?"

Redwood Reform Academy

Micah

@Echoes

Micah crossed the legs that had been up side-by-side on the empty table in front of him, the first motion he'd made in five minutes having otherwise sat as still as a vampire. "Yo teach," he called from the back, raising an eyebrow. "Cram away. Our bodies are ready. Don't forget to drop the soap! I'm sure the ladies would all appreciate that." He kept his arms folded and didn't let loose so much as a snicker. The sass was flattery and a test. He wondered just how vain Payton was to keep up a physique like that.