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 Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:43 pm
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Maple seemed to have relaxed when she looked back to the group. She'd turned to see if there was any hint of air in this place as she was seriously starting to wonder if she couldn't go put on a vest and shorts. It was so warm.
"I have no idea," she replied to Damaris, "but I wish it had some ice in it. Or was frozen."
She frowned, leaning against Marigold, "anyone seen a kni--" she started to ask, then reconsidered. Maybe cutting off her skirt was a bit hasty of an idea. But she was going to have to do something. It was far, far too warm.
Quote: Hot head - Did it get a little hot in here, or is it just you? It feels like the room's temperature has gone up about ten degrees, and if you can flush, your skin takes on rosy(or species appropriate) hue.Rasia is a Quest Character; a rusalka (demon) that is 5'10" in height, slim in weight, and pale skinned with short blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dress in teal with matching Mary Jane shoes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 3:34 pm
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Something flashed across Llyrendil's face - a startling, unexpected, and entirely uncharacteristic look of what appeared to be anger.
It did not look normal on his face, elegant features shifting.
"I do not want a date," he said to the imp, and the dreaminess was gone from his voice, replaced with something hard and unpleasant. The sadness, the disappointment, the ache of loss twisted up inside of him, Pachua's face fluttering in and out of his thoughts before dissipating again.
The anger faded away after a blazing, blue eyed gaze, turning back into something vague and absent. The chains around his chest clinked.
"I have been a second year for quite some time I think..."
Time was an elusive thing. Llyrendil leaned against Aisha.
"We are friends, right?" he asked, after a moment, giving the ghoul a curious look. "I like friends."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 4:14 pm
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Pale blue webbed fingers smoothed out a cream white dress. It had once been an old sail of a ship wreck, but she had transformed it into a beautiful gown. The bottom of the dress was ripped in long strands, but done purposefully so they would glide past her feet as she walked. Feet. Now that was something new. The pin she wore helped keep her in this semi human form and she loved it. With two legs she had more freedom than she did with a fin. In addition, it kept her away from her parent’s constant need to protect her from the world.
Thalassa Azur, or Azura as she preferred to be called, gave a contented sigh. Prom was such a wondrous thing; there was dancing and music, oh the music. It was like nothing she had ever heard before, her family tended to play the droning medieval music that the dj had put on at the start of the dance. The music swirled around her and made her want to dance. She was graceful under the water, but she was not sure if that would be true with her two legs. Would she look like a spastic piece of kelp as she danced or would she be as graceful as a dolphin? Only one way to tell.
Well she was not the most graceful of those on the dance floor, but she was not terrible either. She was overtly glad that she did not resemble a piece of spastic kelp dancing in a current. Azura wanted to look good for the guys, during her time at the academy had been her first time ever encountering a boy her age. It was thrilling talking to them and she tended to overly flirt with them when given the chance.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 4:21 pm
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Jory gave a startled squeak as he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders, and he gave the tall monster wide, confused eyes at the look of fear that had taken over his features. "Zaire?"
He was still fumbling with his buttons but his fingers had slowed considerably, and after a moment he let them go so he could reach up to circle both of Zaire's wrists, lightly lifting his hands from his shoulders. "It's just, it's hot. Can you help me with these buttons? I can't get them." He was still pale, flushing almost white and now it was hard to tell if it was from the drink, the miscommunication, or something else entirely.
Her brow arched at that bold statement, and she gave him a look as though she didn't believe him. She liked him just fine, so the notion that there were droves of other students out there that didn't just seemed odd.
Still mostly attached at the hip, she leaned in so she could lay her cheek on his shoulder. glowing eyes rolled up to watch his face. He was still very much an enigma. She had plenty of memories of his other self, but he wasn't the same. Neither of them were. "What worse fate?"
Merry was perfectly content to take a metaphorical step back so Charmain could finish the introductions on her own, though she didn't leave the petite ghoul's side. A hand rested at the small of the fawn's back, thumb playing up the line of her spine.
Until Charm turned to ask her to dance. "Of course I will." She'd been eager to, in fact, and that hand at the ghoul's back pressed harder, drawing her in close so Merry could rub her cheek against the other ghoul's temple, not quite possessive.
Straightening, she'd turn a grin to Zar and Calder, the length of her tail curling loosely around one spindly ankle. "You two enjoy yourselves, alright?"
Then to Charm. "Let's go."
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Micillia rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 6:49 pm
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It had been a Jack-diggity long time since Kalden had gotten out and about.
Things at home had been taxing, and due to a little bit of family drama, the lion boil had been quite bound to the temple which he called home. But the yearning for adventure had once more grabbed him by the scruff and brought him wandering into the school of which he was prospective student. That is, if he played his cards right.
He was dressed in a silvery-edged velvet ensemble, something that looked almost obnoxiously Shakespearean, the fasteners at the collar undone, but kept from looking utterly messy by the hem of the cloak that he was sporting. The silvery-teal-tipped hair was done up in an elaborate braid (courtesy of his youngest sibling), fastened with a silver clip that sported aqua gemstones. Not a family heirloom, but pretentiously appropriate all the same. His glowing eyes looked about those gathered, curiously, studying them for a long moment as he adjusted the cuffs at his wrist. OH! Well that was one face he knew.
Hovering his typical few inches from the ground, there was not a particular rush as he made his way over to the pale gryfon boil, who stood out like a beacon to the tall, ever-eager lion. "HYMN!" His greeting was a bright one, as his tail flicked to and fro, a wordless explanation of Kalden's energy. "You're here too, I see." And, politely, a clawed hand curled across his own mid-section, and he bowed in greeting. "How have you been?"
Quote: Kalden is a quest student. A 6'3" boil with blue eyes, black sclera, long silver hair tipped in teal, and a lion's ears and tail.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 7:15 pm
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Hymn jumped a foot in the air, squawking in an indignant manner as he stared to Kalden, the other monster seeming to come out of nowhere.
He put his hand to his chest in an attempt to calm down, feeling like his heart was in his throat.
Waving his hand at Kalden, Hymn shook his head as his ears lay flat against his skull. "How many times do I have to tell you," He stated with a low hiss, "That you don't have to bow to me?! I'm not royalty, Kalden! I'm just..."
His voice faltered as he looked away, lower lip trembling.
"... I'm just me."
Hymn's tail curled around his leg, and he stared out at the crowd again, feeling well out of his element.
Quote: Hymn is a white gryfon with lots of fur, having grown up in the cold -- he is very sheltered and shy, so anything new or unknown makes him break down and unable to cope. In short, Hymn is a crybaby.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 7:24 pm
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For a hot second, the snow lion was almost certain that he was going to have to catch his friend, as the gryfon seemed as though he was about to unwittingly take flight of his own volition. Glad that such was not the case, Kalden chuckled in a good-natured fashion. "Sorry, friend. It's a habit." And the feline boil had to stop himself from doing it again as a knee-jerk reaction.
"And just you is demeaning." He insisted, his ears flickering forward, fully attentive to the actions of the smaller boil. "You're Hymn, and I think that's pretty special." Kalden knew that, from far differing backgrounds, they were both considered sacred in a way, but c'mon. Tonight was prom, and they were here, having left all of that tediousness far behind.
"Do you want to get something to drink?" A teal-clawed hand extended itself politely in an offering gesture. Starting out with dancing might be too brazen for the easily-flustered creature that was Hymn...so Kalden was wise enough to coax the other youth into it.
Quote: Kalden is a quest student. A 6'3" boil with blue eyes, black sclera, long silver hair tipped in teal, and a lion's ears and tail.
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KitsuneAura rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 7:27 pm
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Doyle laughed as Visne gushed happily about the corsage she'd received from Eliza. It was definitely a lot brighter of a response than the one he had given, and it was always nice to see. It must have been some kind of a life, being so delighted so easily. He was still smiling a bit as he looked over to see who had approached their little group. The more the merrier, and all that. The newcomer in question only seemed to have eyes for the one of them, though.
Red eyes tracked his gaze to Eliza before snapping back, an eyebrow lifting. At that moment, Visne noticed him as well, claiming the glass that had been held out without realizing as Doyle now did that it hadn't really been meant for her. The fond smile on his face twisted itself into an amused smirk. Yeah, alright. This could be fun. Reaching over from the side, he plucked the only remaining glass out of the kelpie's hand.
"Don't mind if I do." He lifted it to take a swig without hesitation, just to lay further claim on it, and pinned the other boy with a red stare. "So then, let me have a guess before you trouble yourself with the introduction. You look like....an Elizabeth." There was an odd feeling creeping up through him as he waited for the response, and he lifted his free hand to fan at his face. If he'd been alive, no doubt he would have been sweating. Instead the heat was just confusing, and when it came to confusion only one person could claim the crown.
And that was his new zombie friend. What was she saying?
Quote: 1. Hot head - Did it get a little hot in here, or is it just you? It feels like the room's temperature has gone up about ten degrees, and if you can flush, your skin takes on rosy(or species appropriate) hue.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 7:41 pm
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"Y-yeah..." Hymn reached forward, glad for the offered clawed hand, taking it with the utmost grace.
"A... drink would be nice." The gryfon stated, breathing out a short huff of breath. "Maybe... maybe we could go outside too--"
Honestly, Hymn was more interested in checking out the exterior of the school right now... as well as looking for minor places to fly. And possibly hide in.
"I... I think I saw some games, too. Maybe?" He wanted to learn more about the games... but would any of them have loud noises or surprises in them that would make him jump?
Hymn hoped not. Maybe having Kalder by his side... wouldn't be so bad.
Uncurling his tail from around his leg, he flicked it back and forth as he watched the ring slide up and down his tail, something to do to calm his mind before he finally nodded at Kalden to lead the way.
Quote: Hymn is a white gryfon with lots of fur, having grown up in the cold -- he is very sheltered and shy, so anything new or unknown makes him break down and unable to cope. In short, Hymn is a crybaby.
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