Xavier & Aleida
" . . . Did you just call her a
thing." Xavier asked, though it sounded more like a statement, his red hair currently hiding his eyes in shadow as he rose from the ground. His hand began to clench as he felt a rising anger build up inside him, which grew even faster when he heard Alleida whimper behind him. He thought that she was upset by the man im front of him, but in truth, it was Xavier who was upsetting her. While invisible to most, a dark red aura had begun to form around him, filled with Primordial malice and hatred, it would spread out around him, and anyone nearby would begin to feel their minds turn to dark thoughts as their worst qualities began to rise from within them.
Xavier lifted his head to give the guy infront of him an intense glare, the anger he felt inside him had caused his demonic blood to stir, as his pupils became slightly elongated, like those of a cat. Suddenly, he smiled at Alex, but there was no happiness in it, only a disturbed glee. And then Xavier would lash out with his fist, aiming to strike him right across the face. The blow would be strong, and likely ring Alex's bells a little, and Xavier grabbing him by the collar afterwards wouldn't help them settle.
"Listen here Alex, and listen well. We're roommates, unfortunate for the both of us, and you'll be seeing a lit more of her. So, just know that if you call her a thing one more time, I will take one of your prized inventions and shove them it upyour technophile ass, understand.?" His tone promised unpleasantness if Alex didn't.
@Murtox@IonionGrimm
"Understandable, though I can't assist you in that regard." Grimm sighed, a little disappointed that she had refused his offer. He was always eager to test his skills in combat, and fighting the woman who killed two lords of hell seemed like an excellant way to test them. No matter, she could probably find him easy enough if she ever felt the need to fight, it wasn't like she had refused him entirely. "As for my drawings, I appreciate the compliment. I've had lots of practice over the years, and it helps me think."
Grimm put his other tools away and reclined on the bed, flipping through the sketchbook to view his other observations. Most of these had been done today as he watched over the opening ceremoney. One of a dark-haired girl, with a strange, demonic woman super-imposed upon her, a blonde girl who seemed to be garbed in a phantasmal wedding dress, a boy with singed hair and electrical sparks coming of him, a red haired man with the lust-filled eyes of a beast, a fanged mouth smiling hungrily at the viewer, though weather he wished to feast on your flesh or ravage you was hard to tell. "Many interesting subjects here, so I doubt I'll ever get bored coming to this school, though having a roommate will be a pain, I'm sure." Grimm frowned as he picked himself turning his gaze to Evelyn, "That reminds me, are you going to leave your arm like that, or will you disguise it? The school goes to great lengths to keep mystic and mundane seperated, so you may run into problems if you stay how you are?"
@Rusalka