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"Holy hell, this place is bigger than my apartment." Luther commented upon seeing the size of the room. He felt that he got lucky with the choice of game, as it was one of the few he knew how to play. A lot of the kids really seemed to like it. "You have spice wine?" He looked over the bar, visibly impressed. "Hey, you have money, yeah? Why of all places you decide to come here?" It was weird to see someone like that pick a cheap hotel, when renowned 5 star hotels existed in much nicer places.
Again, he found himself resenting Jace's words. The man had to mean well, right? It didn't matter. The way he talked reminded Florence of the way someone would talk to a dog, or a small child. It wasn't uncommon for him to feel this way at hospitals, but all the sudden stress was only amplifying his contempt.
Despite all this he still allowed the man to assist him, still too numb to really put up a fight.
Florence unceremoniously flopped down on a seat, crossing his arms on the table and putting his head in them. He heard someone talking, but hadn't even taken the time to look at them. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see them. Either way, he couldn't bring himself to care about anything in the room; even the food was a last priority to him.
Right now he wanted nothing more than to do nothing, or at least some more time to get used to his situation before he was thrown into everything. God knows how long he spent in the coma they put him in, but it was better than this. Really, he wanted to be home. He wanted nothing more than to be home in his small apartment in his shit town doing his HVAC work and adorning his parakeet with affection when he had the chance.
He had been though hospitals enough to know how awful each stay was, but he had a feeling this would be a much, much longer stay. He turned his head so that the right side of his face was on the table, focused solely on Dr.Schwarzlicht.
What happens from now, I wonder.
Despite all this he still allowed the man to assist him, still too numb to really put up a fight.
Florence unceremoniously flopped down on a seat, crossing his arms on the table and putting his head in them. He heard someone talking, but hadn't even taken the time to look at them. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see them. Either way, he couldn't bring himself to care about anything in the room; even the food was a last priority to him.
Right now he wanted nothing more than to do nothing, or at least some more time to get used to his situation before he was thrown into everything. God knows how long he spent in the coma they put him in, but it was better than this. Really, he wanted to be home. He wanted nothing more than to be home in his small apartment in his shit town doing his HVAC work and adorning his parakeet with affection when he had the chance.
He had been though hospitals enough to know how awful each stay was, but he had a feeling this would be a much, much longer stay. He turned his head so that the right side of his face was on the table, focused solely on Dr.Schwarzlicht.
What happens from now, I wonder.
It was unusual to Luther to get a response like that on introductions, as people normally let him be after that. Did he want to take the offer? Clyde was someone that could get real annoying real quick, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to subject himself to that. But really, who was he to deny free alcohol? "I have work soon, but sure." He ran a hand through his hair, just now noticing his bad posture, and corrected himself. Suddenly he was a lot taller.
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I haven't really been active on here until yesterday, whoops, sorry about that. I can follow generally what's going on but I'm still a bit lost, can I have any suggestions on where to place Janriel?
Of course it couldn't be that simple, that easy to avoid him. Chances were Luther would have to see this man on a regular basis, something he was already lamenting. The man went on about the luxuries in his room, something he could not care less about. Rich people always annoyed him, and he wasn't proving to be an exception. Clyde. God, even his name reminded him of some pretentious country club, or something. "Luther Chervenik." He almost regretted giving the other anything about him, even something as basic as a name.
6th floor :o
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Appearance base picture:
Appearance base notes(optional): Stands at 6'7". has a Glasgow smile with vertical cuts added
Name: Janriel Sobol
Age: ??? (appears to be in his lower 30s)
Role: History teacher and adviser
Short Bio: Janriel grew up always fighting, and from an early age accepted that that's what he would be doing with his life. Though not personally having too much of a problem with them, even having a few demon friends, a rare fight with a demon led to his Glasgow smile. Because of his tendency to move around so much he never made too many friends, and now put in one place teaching at LibertyVille, seems almost unprepared to make them.
Notable skills and powers: Light magic, and he's a very skilled fighter.
Other: Not much is known about Janriel, all in all. Few people know his past, most just getting an answer that he worked as a guard for awhile before coming to the school. He's an angelic being of some sort, but nobody seems to know what exactly. (He's based off of a power from angelic hierarchies, however I don't want to make him OP.)
Appearance base notes(optional): Stands at 6'7". has a Glasgow smile with vertical cuts added
Name: Janriel Sobol
Age: ??? (appears to be in his lower 30s)
Role: History teacher and adviser
Short Bio: Janriel grew up always fighting, and from an early age accepted that that's what he would be doing with his life. Though not personally having too much of a problem with them, even having a few demon friends, a rare fight with a demon led to his Glasgow smile. Because of his tendency to move around so much he never made too many friends, and now put in one place teaching at LibertyVille, seems almost unprepared to make them.
Notable skills and powers: Light magic, and he's a very skilled fighter.
Other: Not much is known about Janriel, all in all. Few people know his past, most just getting an answer that he worked as a guard for awhile before coming to the school. He's an angelic being of some sort, but nobody seems to know what exactly. (He's based off of a power from angelic hierarchies, however I don't want to make him OP.)
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i want to make another character, and i have something in mind for them o: are teachers necessary or should i make another student?
Finally, he had everything he needed figured out. Somehow, there was a pool on an upper floor, which pissed him off; other than that he was confident he could find his way to somewhere should he need to. Heading back to his room Luther saw someone else also wandering around, not looking like they had any real aim. Wait, that was the guy that bribed his way to the front, yeah? Anyone with that much money to throw around would most likely be obnoxious.
"Are you on this floor too?" He didn't know how many people were on what floors, but dealing with this guy seemed like it could be a hassle. Maybe he would be on a top floor, something with a nice view, with all the money he used, and Luther wouldn't have to deal with him.
"Are you on this floor too?" He didn't know how many people were on what floors, but dealing with this guy seemed like it could be a hassle. Maybe he would be on a top floor, something with a nice view, with all the money he used, and Luther wouldn't have to deal with him.
Seeing a hunter reach for a weapon, Ezekiel reached for his own, before the other suddenly was screaming and collapsing to the ground. He was incredibly grateful for the way it ended, as he didn't want to get into physical violence in the street.
Only once the hunters were gone did the priest fully turn his attention to Draken. "I apologize, my lord. I'd rather not take the chance on taking my attention off of them." He explained, fixing his hair. Even with the dragon there, he wouldn't think about giving the hunters any sort of opening. It wouldn't have been the first time he was attacked by them. Ezekiel had always been amazed at the casualness that the dragon carried, and was never sure how to respond to it. He felt he was getting better, at least. 'Ezzy' was never a name he was fond of, but who was he to argue with them? Over time he had gotten used to it, though, so it didn't matter much either way. "Many thanks for your intervention."
He watched the other man talk as Draken pulled them both close. So, they were a dragon after all? While he did find them odd, he wouldn't have jumped to that conclusion anytime soon. Ezekiel felt mixed emotions at the fact that he was right in assuming the hunters were doing something, but it was valuable information. "Exalted one, if you would like I could have someone prepare something for you, the both of you." It was more of an offhand comment while he thought of all the information that they gave. "How many do they have...?" He muttered, more to himself than anything. He was confident if he knew the details he could form an actual plan, but considering that Draken wasn't already attacking he guild he assumed a current plan was already in place.
Only once the hunters were gone did the priest fully turn his attention to Draken. "I apologize, my lord. I'd rather not take the chance on taking my attention off of them." He explained, fixing his hair. Even with the dragon there, he wouldn't think about giving the hunters any sort of opening. It wouldn't have been the first time he was attacked by them. Ezekiel had always been amazed at the casualness that the dragon carried, and was never sure how to respond to it. He felt he was getting better, at least. 'Ezzy' was never a name he was fond of, but who was he to argue with them? Over time he had gotten used to it, though, so it didn't matter much either way. "Many thanks for your intervention."
He watched the other man talk as Draken pulled them both close. So, they were a dragon after all? While he did find them odd, he wouldn't have jumped to that conclusion anytime soon. Ezekiel felt mixed emotions at the fact that he was right in assuming the hunters were doing something, but it was valuable information. "Exalted one, if you would like I could have someone prepare something for you, the both of you." It was more of an offhand comment while he thought of all the information that they gave. "How many do they have...?" He muttered, more to himself than anything. He was confident if he knew the details he could form an actual plan, but considering that Draken wasn't already attacking he guild he assumed a current plan was already in place.
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