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Blake stood there behind the boy and sighed in relief when he explained himself. He thanked his lucky stars, but he couldn't help but feel like an ass for holding sharp things against a senior's throat.
The blonde boy stepped back carefully so as to leave the older one unscathed.
"Yeah, er... sorry about that." Blake apologized as he scratched the back of his head anxiously. "I-it's been a long day and... I guess it was wrong for me to overreact like that. I don't really have any other excuses besides that." he twiddled his thumbs and looked up at the dark-haired boy. "I'm sorry I called you forehead. I mean you have a pretty cool forehead. I mean-- never mind." Blake prayed that he wouldn't judge him badly after all of that. Holy shit, talk about bad first impressions.
He eyed the remaining slice of pizza while rubbing his roaring tummy. He was definitely feeling ravenous after everything so he figured, why not help himself to one? Sure, half the school was in ruins but at least a bunch of them were still alive and breathing. The blonde lifted the cold slice to his mouth, not minding the crunch or the staleness- so long as it filled him up, which it did.
The exorcist walked into the room where the supposed half-demon laid on the couch. He felt like he was intruding, but she did mention earlier it would be best if they all gathered up anyway. Not feeling the need to disturb her, he whispered to her as she slept:
"Sorry for bringing up the 'demons are bad' stereotype earlier." Short and simple, she probably didn't hear him- but it was the thought that counted.
"Hey, what's your name? I'm Blake. Hope you had the heart to forgive me for earlier." he whispered to the boy with the hairclip. He took a seat behind the couch and awaited whatever would happen next, all the while resting his body and regaining his energy.
The blonde boy stepped back carefully so as to leave the older one unscathed.
"Yeah, er... sorry about that." Blake apologized as he scratched the back of his head anxiously. "I-it's been a long day and... I guess it was wrong for me to overreact like that. I don't really have any other excuses besides that." he twiddled his thumbs and looked up at the dark-haired boy. "I'm sorry I called you forehead. I mean you have a pretty cool forehead. I mean-- never mind." Blake prayed that he wouldn't judge him badly after all of that. Holy shit, talk about bad first impressions.
He eyed the remaining slice of pizza while rubbing his roaring tummy. He was definitely feeling ravenous after everything so he figured, why not help himself to one? Sure, half the school was in ruins but at least a bunch of them were still alive and breathing. The blonde lifted the cold slice to his mouth, not minding the crunch or the staleness- so long as it filled him up, which it did.
The exorcist walked into the room where the supposed half-demon laid on the couch. He felt like he was intruding, but she did mention earlier it would be best if they all gathered up anyway. Not feeling the need to disturb her, he whispered to her as she slept:
"Sorry for bringing up the 'demons are bad' stereotype earlier." Short and simple, she probably didn't hear him- but it was the thought that counted.
"Hey, what's your name? I'm Blake. Hope you had the heart to forgive me for earlier." he whispered to the boy with the hairclip. He took a seat behind the couch and awaited whatever would happen next, all the while resting his body and regaining his energy.
Spawnling said
So is this thing dead or are people still interested?
noooo you silly goose
Seemingly everyone's busy and shit-
also if this rp was to die I'd probably go cry and hug myself in the corner bc this was honestly the most fun I've ever had in rpg ;-; ily guisee
After about thirty minutes of filing his claws in the boys' dorm, in which he had to use his nails to pick the lock to get into, he only jumped three-feet into the air when the window from across the hall had been smashed in. The hail of glass shards was then followed by some dude who had his bangs clipped against his crown, revealing a wide expanse of his forehead that glowed under the fluorescent light.
Blake watched in complete silence as hairclip-boy wandered around for a bit, and then finally slipped into one of the rooms. He sat there, in the dark, propped up against the wall. One would think he was pondering life's greatest mysteries; but no, he was instead, completely dumbfounded when forehead-boy had burst in through the windows, proving that Blake's hard efforts in picking the lock with one of his claws had proven to be redundant. Not only had the majority of the academy crumbled to bits, but apparently he was losing his common sense as well.
Blake facepalmed in defeat when the thought of losing a couple of brain cells as a result of overworking himself crossed his mind. He turned his attention back to the room the hairclip-boy entered, just in time to catch a glimpse of another young student with really cool hair that seemed to glow in the dark as she entered the same room the other guy was in. He dusted his mid-length coat off and slowly made his way to the door opening of the room. Any company at this point would have been appreciated- after all, his energy had been drained and his shoulder ached after carrying Jelly around.
He did however, want to be safe. So he stood behind the crook of the door and waited until the two were done conversing, nodding his head lightly at the silver-haired girl's mention of gathering at the dorms, until finally leaving to "rest" in the other room. Blake felt it weird to be eavesdropping on another pair of students, but one could never be too sure, right? Maybe they were demons in disguise.
He felt much like an assassin as he slipped out from behind the door and into the brightly-lit room, his creeping presence still gone unnoticed by the hairclip boy who seemed to be handling something at the counter. Skillfully letting his buttcheeks relax, he gunned it at full-speed until he was behind the other boy, positioning a clawed hand around his neck and one behind his back in case he tried to resist.
"Hey, forehead," Blake spoke in a hushed voice so as to not alert the other "student". "-put down the fucking pizza and tell me sincerely you're not one of those putrid bastards from hell."
Blake watched in complete silence as hairclip-boy wandered around for a bit, and then finally slipped into one of the rooms. He sat there, in the dark, propped up against the wall. One would think he was pondering life's greatest mysteries; but no, he was instead, completely dumbfounded when forehead-boy had burst in through the windows, proving that Blake's hard efforts in picking the lock with one of his claws had proven to be redundant. Not only had the majority of the academy crumbled to bits, but apparently he was losing his common sense as well.
Blake facepalmed in defeat when the thought of losing a couple of brain cells as a result of overworking himself crossed his mind. He turned his attention back to the room the hairclip-boy entered, just in time to catch a glimpse of another young student with really cool hair that seemed to glow in the dark as she entered the same room the other guy was in. He dusted his mid-length coat off and slowly made his way to the door opening of the room. Any company at this point would have been appreciated- after all, his energy had been drained and his shoulder ached after carrying Jelly around.
He did however, want to be safe. So he stood behind the crook of the door and waited until the two were done conversing, nodding his head lightly at the silver-haired girl's mention of gathering at the dorms, until finally leaving to "rest" in the other room. Blake felt it weird to be eavesdropping on another pair of students, but one could never be too sure, right? Maybe they were demons in disguise.
He felt much like an assassin as he slipped out from behind the door and into the brightly-lit room, his creeping presence still gone unnoticed by the hairclip boy who seemed to be handling something at the counter. Skillfully letting his buttcheeks relax, he gunned it at full-speed until he was behind the other boy, positioning a clawed hand around his neck and one behind his back in case he tried to resist.
"Hey, forehead," Blake spoke in a hushed voice so as to not alert the other "student". "-put down the fucking pizza and tell me sincerely you're not one of those putrid bastards from hell."
Sorry for the hurried post, guys. My family and I are travelling and it's hard coping with wonky internet that threatens to delete whatever I type down.. hehe :D ah, well here it is!
Alphonse involuntarily flinched as Disa accepted the handshake. His weariness intensified as the grip between the two had taken much longer than he had expected, much to his discomfort. She did however, look almost as tense as he was- maybe this facade was really... genuine? No, no... don't allow what happened last time to happen again. Don't be a fool this time, Alphonse.
Quickly turning his attention back to her, he'd noticed a subtle smile had crept its way onto her delicated features. Al wasn't sure whether he should have been suspicious or entranced. In the end it was the latter, but what man would have been able to resist such a thing?
"Well you see," he decided a little background story wouldn't hurt, or at least he hoped it wouldn't. "-I was pretty much sheltered throughtout my whole life and I never really got to-" Al bit his lip as he realized he might have gone a bit too far back, but that didn't matter anymore as he watched her eyes switch to a lithe, darkly-clad figure. Her posture boasted a well-enough upbringing and confidence, managing to catch the eyes of anybodt within the hall at least twice. And then there were those, her eyes. They glittered, even despite the distance between the two, slightly convincing him that she was of a celestial descent. An angel, maybe?
Alphonse nodded in agreement to Disa's question regarding the angel/vixen, who thankfully seemed to have forgotten or not paid any attention to his history. Better safe than sorry, right?
His spine tingled as the music began to finally play, signalling the beginning of the dance and the pairing up of the new students. Palms sweaty and his head held up high, one gesture contrasted the other as he figured it was time to begin their own slow-dance and throw away the tension and the awkwardness that stuck like glue.
Hold her hand, lead her to the front and don't let your gaurd down...
He nimbly stuck out his hand once again for her to take, flashing a grin as he realized her cheeks still held the crimson colour from the earlier incident.
She really must be harmless, huh?
His shoulders relaxed as the uneasiness began to melt away, slightly confident that nothing much would go wrong that night. However he couldn't help but feel just a little bit anxious.
Before he knew it, the windows had been blasted from god-knows-where, shards of all sizes that had been directed towards the attendees moved at a frightening pace that threatened to slice through them. Al's reflexes simultaneously acted up, using his jacket and body to cover his newfound partner from their impending doom.
With his eyes tightly shut, he realized that even two minutes later he was still breathing with no signs of piercing pain anywhere around his body. He gasped as he looked around to see the shards of glass on the floor and the students still alive as well, who looked as shocked as he did. He looked at Disa worriedly, immediately revolting inwardly as he realized he was starting to actually care about her. Ah, screw it.
"Hey, you alright? Didn't get nicked or something?" God...with the way you're going at it now, you're surely going to end up dead or missing.
Quickly turning his attention back to her, he'd noticed a subtle smile had crept its way onto her delicated features. Al wasn't sure whether he should have been suspicious or entranced. In the end it was the latter, but what man would have been able to resist such a thing?
"Well you see," he decided a little background story wouldn't hurt, or at least he hoped it wouldn't. "-I was pretty much sheltered throughtout my whole life and I never really got to-" Al bit his lip as he realized he might have gone a bit too far back, but that didn't matter anymore as he watched her eyes switch to a lithe, darkly-clad figure. Her posture boasted a well-enough upbringing and confidence, managing to catch the eyes of anybodt within the hall at least twice. And then there were those, her eyes. They glittered, even despite the distance between the two, slightly convincing him that she was of a celestial descent. An angel, maybe?
Alphonse nodded in agreement to Disa's question regarding the angel/vixen, who thankfully seemed to have forgotten or not paid any attention to his history. Better safe than sorry, right?
His spine tingled as the music began to finally play, signalling the beginning of the dance and the pairing up of the new students. Palms sweaty and his head held up high, one gesture contrasted the other as he figured it was time to begin their own slow-dance and throw away the tension and the awkwardness that stuck like glue.
Hold her hand, lead her to the front and don't let your gaurd down...
He nimbly stuck out his hand once again for her to take, flashing a grin as he realized her cheeks still held the crimson colour from the earlier incident.
She really must be harmless, huh?
His shoulders relaxed as the uneasiness began to melt away, slightly confident that nothing much would go wrong that night. However he couldn't help but feel just a little bit anxious.
Before he knew it, the windows had been blasted from god-knows-where, shards of all sizes that had been directed towards the attendees moved at a frightening pace that threatened to slice through them. Al's reflexes simultaneously acted up, using his jacket and body to cover his newfound partner from their impending doom.
With his eyes tightly shut, he realized that even two minutes later he was still breathing with no signs of piercing pain anywhere around his body. He gasped as he looked around to see the shards of glass on the floor and the students still alive as well, who looked as shocked as he did. He looked at Disa worriedly, immediately revolting inwardly as he realized he was starting to actually care about her. Ah, screw it.
"Hey, you alright? Didn't get nicked or something?" God...with the way you're going at it now, you're surely going to end up dead or missing.
Same. Though since it'll be on me phone it'll take lyk 5 hrs
Sam12435 said
Hey guys! Sorry i havent been on for a bit, I was nursing a bit of a wound and doing tests, but now that its the weekend, I will have some time to get a post up. I will work on it soon and get it up by the end of today.
I'll follow u up (or try to anyway)
gohd i hate travelling
Aside from her having enough magical potential to screw the whole planet over, she is also thoroughly skilled in six types of martial arts.
yo guys,
my flight's today and i'm just here helping my parents pack and stuff-
so i'll have my post up late (by tomorrow) if that's okay.
just thought it'd be worth mentioning just in case i end up posting super late or some shit
my flight's today and i'm just here helping my parents pack and stuff-
so i'll have my post up late (by tomorrow) if that's okay.
just thought it'd be worth mentioning just in case i end up posting super late or some shit
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