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Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

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Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

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Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Haka-Mesuka

Interactions: @Conscripts, @Roccanironclad,
@Pathfinder, @SepticGentleman

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"It just so happens I had been needing to go to the library anyway. I didn't catch either of your names by the way.", Ash stated, preparing to leave the apartment alongside his roommates. "Well, I didn't throw it.", Mesuka countered, her gaze going from shooting daggers into the man to inspecting her cup of mint. Honestly, the Haka-born felt a tinge sadistic enjoyment as Ash succumbed to the venomous nature of Mesuka's tone. She didn't expect him to be so offended so quick. Yet, some moral code gnawed at the Haka-born from deep in her core, not allowing her to savor Ash's reaction fully. Perhaps she should let up just a little bit; he had agreed to go to the library, after all. That was somewhat kind of him. "My name is Haka-Mesuka.", Mesuka responded, her tone still stinging but not quiet as deadly as before.

The female Lycan turned to Mortem as he talked by page to his cerberus. Sadly, it seemed that Mortem would have to ditch his almost ceremonial training in order to go to the library with Mesuka, as his familiar pressured. Looking at the skeleton with a slight smile on her face, Haka-Mesuka reassured the undead, saying, "Hell, I'll spar with you in the court-yard, Mortem. It's not quite the dojo, but it'll do. If you give me sometime to study, I'll bring my knives.".

Grabbing a fur coat to cover herself, along with her belt of curved knives, Mesuka followed her other roommates out of their apartment and towards the library. Somewhere along the way, Yukka poked his green head out of the Lycan's furs and whispered, "I'm proud of you, Mes."

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Mesuka was happy to see Yg'ntha still placed in her almost immortal position as Librarian. When the Haka-born had first encountered the Filthmonger, she had goosebumps nearly everytime she would encounter the otherworldly falculty. However, over time the Lycan and Yg'ntha came to friendly terms, Mesuka finding the semi-woman's mysterious and all-knowing nature interesting and enjoyable to witness. Hopefully the aberration enjoyed the Haka-born's occasional appearances as well.

"Hello again, Yg'ntha. Good to see you again. Do you happen to have the books I requested for class in stock?"

"Ye͢s.͏ ͘I hav͢é ͜your ͢co͢pie̴s of̷ Ly͟can̨ B͠i̵ol҉o̸g͟y II̢,̶ ̵C̸omba̸t͟ ̛St͏r҉at̸egy for͢ ̀th̀e D́e͝x̧tèr̷o҉ưs̶ ̴III̕, ̨and Des̨cript̷i͘o̸n͠s҉ ̸of̧ ̴Mag͡ic͘ally N͠ątu̡r̨a͟l ̧Ph͏e̵n̴o͟menon͡ ÍI͠ in̸ m͠y͏ i͜nv̷ent͟ory. H̛o̢we͜ve̕r͜, Creat̸ur͟es̡ ͏C͢r̛e͜a͝t͢ed ͝and҉ ͜Conc҉ie͜ved̀ ̨V́ol͢. V ͡is ͘with̕ t̕ha̷t ̧y̨óu͘ng͠ B̴ágo͡ye͘p ove͏r͡ ͜yo̶n̷d͠e͞ŕ."

"Fantastic. Oh, and did you happen to find any articles about Haka lineage while I was moving? I'm more curious than in dire need of the information."

"N̵ot͜ ̵y͜et. ̨I've̕ ̛not͠ ḩad͝ ̀mu̵ch tim̴e to̡ l͠ǫo͟k. But,̴ ̡I w͠o̵u̕l̴d͘ s͜u͝gge҉st͢ loo̶ki͜ng ͝ín̢ ̨the̵ e҉xt͞i͞ǹc̸t̕ ̵s̕p̨ecie̢s͠ secti̵o̶n̵ ̡of ̛the ͠l̵i͠bra̸ry.͡ Thèr̶e ͠a̧r̀e ot̶h͘er ͠rar̶e ̢Lyc͜an ̴p̛acks͝ m҉enţion̵ed in̢ ̛b̵o͜ơks ͘f͞ǫund̛ ̵ther͜e.̛"

Mesuka gave a stifled laugh at the mention of extinct. Honestly, the wolf girl only asked about Haka articles as she was inquisitive to know how the outside world viewed her extremely secluded pack. Other people, including her past roommates, had been awestruck by her description of her past community; she wondered if such responses were commonplace among studied scholars, as well.

Taking her books from Yg'ntha, Haka-Mesuka headed over to the bagoyep that the librarian had pointed out, that of which was currently in a conversation with... a seemingly bandaged man. Certainly, the young man seemed like a race that Mesuka had never encountered; dressed in common clothing like any person, but possessing the body of a mummy. The Lycan's curiosity only increased as she listened to the two's conversation as she approached.

“Assuming it would not be too impolite of me to ask, would you tell me about… what you are?”

"My thoughts exactly.", Mesuka added as she quietly sat down by the two, trying to scan and find some sense of familiarity in both Griffin's and Ethra's races. The Lycan swore she had read about the bagoyep species before in her first year, but could not remember the specific details of the alleged "owl men". Griffin, however, she had no leads. Perhaps it was just a Lycan thing to be terribly curious. "Pardon my intrusion, I'm just here to study, but I'm a might curious of his origins myself.", the Haka-born explained, setting her books down and looking at the Eaten with pure attention, her eyes becoming soft and attentive. "If this was a more personal conversation, though, I'm fine with leaving you two to talk."

Slam Poetry Thread

@Publius

Haiku? So be it.
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Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Haka-Mesuka

Interactions: @Conscripts, @Roccanironclad

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Haka-Mesuka kept her back turned to Ash as he introduced himself, sipping her mint water slowly as the man apologized for his somewhat oblivious nature. He seemed polite enough; even made his roommates a snack as a gesture of friendship. Yet, such generic gestures of kindness would not easily negate Mesuka's willingness to distaste the fellow Lycan. As Mortem wrote the Haka-born a note, Mesuka finally turned herself to face Ash. Upon the wooden island-table was a plate of... food. Honestly, Mesuka could not identify the meal as anything she had ever seen; it was almost completely foreign. Truly, she wouldn't have been propelled to taste the dish at all if it were not for the note Mortem passed her:

"You can have my taco, you look cold."

So, they were called "tacos". Alright. Mesuka gave Mortem a small smile and a "Thank you" before completely glaring at Ash as she reached for the food platter. Tacos seemed to be morsels of meat within hardened shells, apparently. Mesuka took the first Baja Taco off the plate and looked at it for a second. It looked a little like an oyster or muscle, perhaps that was how she was supposed to eat it? Cracking open the shell of the taco, Mesuka ate the fish meat and other ingredients before discarding the supposedly unedible outer carapace of her snack into the nearest trash can. Honestly, though, the snack was great; an array of acidic flavors complimented the fish meat very well, and the Haka-born was not disappointed with such a taste. "You've prepared these well", Mesuka said in a rather rough tone to her cook, grimacing at the thought alone of thanking him. She reached for and ate the second taco, in the same fashion as before, her sharp eyes and features burning into Ash's person from across the table.

If it only were not for Yukka, none of these pleasantries would have to be exchanged. If she did not use her "manners" and make nice with her cohorts, she would never hear the end of it. And, honestly, she hated that frog's annoying, cowardly tone more than anything else. Perhaps that was why he was assigned to the Lycan; he had a way of getting to her in that way. With a big gulp of her mint tea, Mesuka finally addressed the room. "With all my moving, I've had no time to study for first classes. I was wondering if... any of you would like to come to the library with me. At the very least, we could go sit in the school court-yard. I think it's a little more sunny outside than when I first arrived.", the Haka-born questioned, perturbed by the mention of any in her sentence. The thought of being alone and having to converse more with Ash gave her headaches. But, studying had to be done, and Yukka had talked her ear off last night about this:

"You have to engage with more people, Mesuka! Promise me you'll at least try to. Study or play sports with someone tommorow, please?"

"Fine."

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