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May I call dibs on an oni?



Ryan "Sharkman" Jacobs


Ryan had already made himself at home, slouching in his seat. Quinn's estimation of him was spot-on: He was rocking an edgelord aesthetic. While she looked at him, he unzipped his jacket, revealing that underneath, he wore a black-and-red t-shirt with a similar shark jaw pattern. Ryan barely regarded Nox as she moved to take the file from him, handing it back to her and watching her speech. Still, the fact that there were other people boosted his confidence in this scheme just a little, and the intel she had was starting to convince him that she had a plan. When she threw the document onto the table, Ryan reached for it and started to go through the files.

Ryan glanced up when Dean spoke, though he was more interested in Quinn's question. While Jackie was writing, he leaned over to Dean. "Can I pet your bird?" He whispered, staring at the raven. He had a fondness for animals, augmented by the fact that he couldn't keep pets. He glanced at Jackie's note, quickly reading it. Chainsaw or no, he got the impression she was a little awkward, and he had a fondness for shy people like that.

"My name is Ryan. I go by Shark Twink I mean I go by Sharkman." He said. "I don't care about the hero society. I don't have a vendetta against Enterprise. I can't get a real job so I have to commit crimes for a living. I like to rip people too, Jackie." He lied, smiling at the chainsaw wielding girl behind his mask, slightly inclining his giant pair of scissors. He the inclined his head towards Nox. "It's your turn, boss. Name and fun fact, and then we can get down to business. Old Man is right, do we have a plan if we're going to take these guys head on? I think something subtle would be ideal." He had started to lay out the maps, scanning for points of interest such as possible entryways.
If Hafner noticed Benji's remark, he gave no notice. He had closed his eyes, and was utterly motionless, but for one thing: His lips were slowly moving as he muttered incantations. Then, he snapped his fingers, and the powder erupted into blue flames. Just as quickly, they were extinguished, and in their place was a bizarre creature: It was orange, about the size of a basketball, with a single massive eye slowly opening in the center. Eight tentacles splayed out. The creatures eye glanced around the room, before falling on Hafner. It looked upon him with love in its eyes, like that a child might have for its parent.

"Get in there ya lil shit!" Hafner growled, grabbing the creature and starting to stuff it into the magic book. The page was accepting it as if it was a hole in the book itself...But the demon eye was not, it's tentacles trying to keep it from being forced into the grimoire.

@Amastacia
as long as it does not cross any lines of comfortability, sure. :)


Oh he's definitely not going to use it to spy on the girl's locker room, nope. That's totally not why he learned to use that spell.
@Vampiretwilight
May I teach Hafner a new spell?


After leaving class, Hafner had reached into his backpack and pulled out a blue book. Benji managed to catch up to Hafner right as he was about to enter the library. The one-horned demon barely glanced over his shoulder at him. "No, but I'm not doing anything exciting." Hafner said, opening the door. He promptly returned to his spot in the library. It was one of the tables reserved to study, right next to the door, in fact, and piled high with various magical grimoires. The largest was "The Book of Summonings." A smaller book was open next to it, into which Hafner was scribbling spells with a quill pen. The smaller one was in fact Hafner's. It was simple looking, with a blue cover and pages of vellum in which the cambion had meticulously scribbled runes and diagrams that could be used to cast magical spells. Presently, he was studying the section on lesser demons.

"Please stand back." Hafner said, taking a small velvet sack from his backpack. From it, he took a pinch of a dark-blue powder, starting to sprinkle it on the desk behind him in an intricate, circular pattern.

"Please refrain from sneezing."

@Amastacia
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