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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 7:17 pm
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Indu's hand streaked up into the air, aided in gaining height by the straightening of her back. "Traditionally, one of the oldest low-effort high-gain methods would be through oracles - foretelling disastrous events in the future of the human or humans in question. The importance in making the potential threat vague, yet specific enough to give their imagination something to work with, imminent, omnipresent, and inescapable. Capitalizing on the human's already existing neuroses and paranoia is the key to extracting the maximum amount of fear."
It was outdated - most humans now simply didn't place the same amount of faith in mysterious hooded entities claiming to hold the truths of the universe. But there were still people who would listen, and be haunted by the messages given to them afterwards. Glancing around at her fellow students, Indu was unable to avoid continuing. "Um - but also, are you sure it's safe to be teaching techniques that were created through accidental misadventure? I mean, I could be wrong -" She clasped her hands together and glanced down in false modesty. "- but isn't there a higher margin for error, or for the technique itself to be a fluke? Wouldn't it be dangerous to rely on methods like those?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 8:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 8:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 9:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 10:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 11:12 pm
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Before Hayden could speak, the class had finally begun which is a relief really because there's actually class happening. Dr. Wagner stood up from her desk and begun her lecture and also shown the website upon the projector. It really does look interesting, and impressive to collect the data as well.
The question that was impose to the class was interesting to think about. San looks around as he hear the other students speaking about what sort of entity that would scare a human. And they were good answers too. They would be scare of a carnivorous rose, a fire breathing dragon (and mom, mothers are scary), snow storms, and the detail information spoken from the ghoul sounded very interesting.
He has an idea in mind, and slowly raise his hand up in hopes that it at least sounds good. "The unknown . . . what humans can't control makes them afraid. They called my kind illusionists, we're able to shape shift to what we desire and interact with them for the sake of either scaring what terrorizes them or trying to end our lust for their flesh and blood." He was serious even as he speaks, actually feeling hungry just talking about it that he lick his lower lip subtly. "When they realize their situation is out of their hand, that's what make them scare, their Fear . . . my opinion, of course."
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Class had started, finally, he can have his mind focus on something else. Sorrel had glance over to see the Cheshire cat as he spoke. It just made him blink a few times, hearing how nice he is being in explaining, and the Dormouse felt bad about his reaction. "S-Sorry . . . I had a bad experience with a feline before . . ." It was a long time ago. He still has the scratch scar on his chest from it too that haunts him worse than any ghost could.
There was another Dormouse student too, and it seem that they are friends seeing how the Cheshire cat smiles and spoke to her. There was no need to answer the question seeing how the other ghoul basically answer for their kind, nodding his head along with her.
Quietly, without interrupting the class, he lifts his desk up and moves back a little closer to Amy. It's a little bit due to his nerves, but it was his own little progress.
phantompanther13 Nice kitty = v =b -pets him-
Viva Viola Movin' on back gurrrl -shot-
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 12:09 am
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As she watches her friend laze in the rose ghoul's lap, Camilla couldn't help but laugh a bit at how comfortable he seemed! When the Cheshire Cat boil noticed her and waved at her, she smiles and waves back before laughing a bit more! "Heh, and a good day to you to Sir Carlos!" she greets cheerfully before giving the pare a merry tailwag! Tea would have been great right about then... Oh well, maybe some other day!
The other Dormouse, who had moved away due to Carlos it seemed, was moving back after seeing her interaction with him! She could understand his caution. Camilla held no fear of cats due to being raised in a place where there were no Mouse Hunting laws; but, since coming to Amityville she had learned it was important to at least be cautious around unknown predators... "Heh, don't worry! Carlos wouldn't hurt another student for no reason!" she assures the other Dormouse confidently in a whisper.
The Dormouse ghoul was tempted to move closer to the group, but before long a certain Chamelon Dragon entered the classroom and sat next to her! "Hi Taika!" she greets her neighbor cheerfully in a quiet tone! Upon being thanked for her help, Camilla smiles modestly and nods. "Your welcome!" she chirps softly before giving the dragon ghoul a merry tail wag! Still tempted to move, she finally decides against it as class had already started and moving away from Taika might be rude. So, she simply settles into her seat before pulling out her phone and pulling up the notebook app. She'd not thought to bring her notebook with her to the gym unfortunately. Luckily, the notebook app worked just as well and in fact, worked better because it didn't try to bite her! Playfully or not, those nips still weren't pleasant...
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 12:18 am
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It was a bright morning, the serpent dragon should have waken up earlier but instead he was in a deep sleep, dreaming of his past and the recent events with the Rings and Black Sands. He was awakened by the burning pain on his arm, the wound that healed left a scar behind. It hurt too much that he groaned audibly, hand grasping around his arm in white knuckles. "AJ, are you alright?" The head said worriedly.
Sweating cold, he couldn't even answer the tail head properly. He barely managed a smile, took some deep breathes and hauled himself to the infirmary for a check. The nurse informed him it was a mental induced situation and asked him to relax. He smiled and thank the nurse, feeling the pain eased after the shot. On his way back, his phone notified him for a mail from school. "Dr. Mil?" In his years at Amityville, the name was unfamiliar for the boil, thus he guessed that would be a new teacher. A few days later, he saw a large screen set up somewhere in the Creepeteria. The voice of the speaker was soft and pleasant, piqued AJ's interest for the coming class.
AJ arrived thirty minutes before the class started, unfortunately, the scar acted up again and he left to have another injection to lessen the pain. The time he returned to the classroom, it was packed with students and a lady was standing in front of the teacher desk. The white hair boil knocked on the opened door with a gentle smile, "Sorry Madam, I'm late because my arm suddenly hurts." He brought his arm forwards so she could see it wrapped in rolls of bandages. He found a seat in the middle column and sat down quietly, offering friendly smiles to his neighbours.
Soon, the class resumed and they were shown a website called SCP Foundation. While listening to the elaboration of the Doctor, he read the details on it. The tail head had brought itself upward to read the texts as well, audibly in low kid-like voice. "SCP 2107 - Diet Ghost....Within three to seven minutes of ingestion......" It nudged AJ with itself, "AJ, I wanna see this, show me the site later?" The boil didn't look at it but put his hand onto it and petted.
To warm them up, Dr. Wagner began to ask students randomly. AJ was one of who she pointed at. "A lady I knew was a creature called the Four Fiends in Chinese mythology, Qiong Qi. Despite the fierce appearance, her kind was believed to feed on human flesh. Even we all know we only need fear to sustain, she would tear the fleshes of humans and feign a desire to eat them alive. Plus, traditionally they would back their target into a corner. They would do nothing but stared at the human until they attempt to escape, then they would glomp at them to pull them back, showng them what they did was futile. The said human would create a slowly accumulated fear because of the uncertainty lingering, together with human's rich imagination, it exaggerates their fear.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 3:20 am
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Well, that was certainly...something. Sludge looked at the weird machine creating a picture on the screen, listening to the teacher speak about how humans liked to scare themselves. Which was odd, because wasn't that supposed to be his job? Humans were a strange lot, to be sure. Wearing strange clothing and everything.
And then they were supposed to give a example. Which was all well and good, but that meant they had to speak. Sludge still hadn't gotten a good grasp of words yet. This was gonna be fun.
At the very least he knew what was scary, recalling the stories from the other drones about when the queen ventured into the human world.
"Qweeennnn...ssssneak....Rrreach....Hisss" He then raised his arms and began hissing and screeching, then stopped to explain further. "Chasssee....gr....ab....teeth" He opened his mouth and pointed to said teeth. "M...mo...
Unable to explain further the concept of his second mouth, as he didn't have said appendage in this form and couldn't say the words properly, he sat back down and continued to stare at the teacher, as well as other creeple in the class. They all had some interesting answers, though Sludge had no idea what half those creatures were.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 3:22 am
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Feeling like someone was watching him, Marosa glanced around as he hunched slightly, eyes narrowing. Who in the world...
"Cearney!" Marosa grinned, giving a short wave. "Oi haven't seen ye forever! How have ye been?"
He then blinked. "You also sent me a text message that made no sense. What's this about a sister?"
Sayael raised her hand, making sure that she was sitting down so that she at least looked like she was paying attention (she was, really, despite her brother being only a few seats away from her omgosh).
"Gancanagh are known for their toxic skin, where they make others have feelings for them that weren't necessarily there before. This can possibly cause the victim to be emotionally traumatized, or frightened." Sayael's gaze slid to Marosa and Cearney now, her hands folding together as she sat properly.
Marosa frowned, glancing to the leprechaun warily. "... why is she staring at me when she said that?" Just what did Cearney know, if anything?
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 8:50 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 10:37 am
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