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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 11:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 11:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 7:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:59 pm
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While Samantha took the route of furious indignation, Braum took the highroad and took on a lofty look of nonchalant indifference. It didn't matter to him what her opinion of him was, because he found her a lothesome creature that should've been recycled for a patchwork long ago. Either that, or Scareon Kibble.
His 'baby' was having a playdate with Jun, Yaya, and their little one while he was indisposed here, though he did worry about it getting cold.....perhaps he should've left a scarf? He frowned a little in thought, then raised his eyebrows as if saying 'oh well, I'll deal with it when I get back' and resuming the cold mask of 'I could care less' towards the whole situation.
"Understood, sir. Perhaps you can speed up the process and get to the punishment or resolution of the issue, so we can all go on with our lives? I suspect you don't want to be here any more than I do," he stated calmly, his voice even, not betraying his loathing and disgust at having to be so close to such a vile creature. If anything, it sounded very reminiscent of a business transaction, short and to the point.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 12:22 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:15 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:31 pm
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Dr Hyde was on the skellyphone, tiredly rolling his eyes as he talked, "Yes...I know...I don't think that's a good idea, just hire a new one...because of the mafia...the minipet one...yeah. Okay...okay, he's here...right..."
Turning to face Barth, Hyde gave him a quick once over and sighed. "So...making deals huh? You think you can go around doing that and..." The doctor stood and leaned over menacingly, "...not fill out the proper forms?"
He started digging through drawers, various bits of awful falling out or moved aside, "Ehhh...I know I have them somewhere..." It took a few minutes but eventually he was able to produce a small stack of forms, which he slid over to Barth. "You probably didn't know, but it's school policy to keep track of any deals and bonds amongst students to make sure nothing permanent happens. We used to have an accounting professor but he...yeah. Well. Anytime you make a deal involving a mark, just fill this out in triplicate. One for yourself, one for the other party, and one for the Accounts Record. Alright? Ok."
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"Bye now."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 1:39 pm
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:26 pm
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:21 pm
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Irritation gave way to a sort of dawning horror as the student continue talking. This was...this was...oh Jack, someone was asking him to actually do his job. Dr. Hyde began to slowly sidle toward the window, hoping to make a stealthy escape, when he realized that his office didn't actually have a window. Noting that the doorway route was currently blocked off, (well played) and that the ventilation system was no go since someone had soldered his shut, Hyde cleared his throat and went back to his chair.
Leaning back, he steepled his fingers and did his best to look both knowledgeable and interested. "The trip? Yes, explaining that trip.....hmmm." The counselor took several moments to really consider how best to explain the trip before continuing with, "Survivor's guilt? I can see how that would trouble, yes. Yes indeed." He began to rummage through a few drawers, "I wouldn't worry too much about post-graduate work just yet, you're still just a snot and you look..." Hyde looked up and actually studied the student in question for the first time.
"Capable...ish."
He went back to digging through his desk, "Ah! Exactly where I purposely left it!" Hyde proudly set a red rubber ball on his desk, patting off a bit of dust and plucking a fat spider off it. "The thing about getting over survivor's guilt is," he popped the spider into his mouth, "You gotta start realizing that surviving should feel good. Great even. And that watching other people go down instead of yourself doesn't have to be ah....unfun."
The older man worked his mouth a bit, a little leg caught in his teeth, "Anyways, this thing right here," a gesture toward the ball, "Is from the Human World. They have this wonderful game called Dodge Ball. Where you throw balls like this as hard as you can at others in order to knock them out."
Hyde paused a moment. Were there any other rules? Throw ball hard. Hit others to knock them out. And then feel better about seeing your friends die in horrible ways? That sounded about right. "And that's all. It's a last man standing kind of deal. Just remember to have fun with it." He tossed the ball to Bul. "...and avoid Red. Not only would she take it away and give you detention, but she's...well. She's really good at Dodge Ball."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:20 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 1:37 pm
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The hunchback hovered outside the office for some time, face wrought with debate. Brows furrowed, fists clenched, heart in his throat (he'd have to check on the stitching later) he timidly opened the door and peeked in. His experience with the school's Counselor were tentative, and he was certain to leave any syringes back in his dorm. He wouldn't be drinking anything from the Good Doctor, that was for sure.
Swallowing, he gave a soft, timid anxious noise in his throat, trying to politely announce his entrance.
He needed... well, guidance. That much he knew. Things were too muddled, and made his brain hurt too much. Dr. Fell was certainly of no use when it came to questions. His Master did not like questions. That much he knew. But... maybe Dr. Hyde didn't mind?
Timidly he gripped his small chalkboard his Mistress had given him to his chest, hoping for the best.
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