Mar'ris walked a bit behind Jamie, trying to look a inconspicuous as possible. Parker Electrics wanted a research paper that could damage their reputation, and was paying handsomely for it. Piece of cake. He thought to himself. Compared to some of the jobs he's done, taking something from a college was child's play.
"Makes me wonder how they can tell when there's too much or too less magic in something. Is it just oozing out it's special magic-y glowy stuff when there's too much?", said the other young man.
He stared straight ahead with one hand inside his pocket clutching a jar of fairy dust and the other clanking a walking stick back and forth.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanIon mumbles angrily to himself as he goes on with replacing some of the cable wires that snapped when the street light toppled. It was going to take at least a day to place the toppled half back on its foundation.
"Students these days. They can pay for their silly universities and can still afford to drive around in their fancy cars, but none of them have any proper discipline! But noooo , no one gets in trouble for vandalizing public property. Just get the kid who can't afford tuition for school. He needs the cash. He'll fix everything!"
The faun yawns once more, looking up to the sky as the sun lowers itself. Another sleepless day for the hard working insomniac.
DeerThis was not Roy's time of year. Winter had it's charm, sure, but it also was cold and unpleasant. Roy liked that which was pleasing, and by extension, disliked that which was not. Which wasn't to say it was all bad, no, he was quite snug in his heavy cloth overcoat, and it was somewhat refreshing to know that his colleagues on the Other Side had to run around doing all the metaphysical odd-jobs that followed naturally with being on the rise. Confronting his notes one final time, he approached the university, stuffing the hastily written note with details pertaining to his ward into his pockets.
Liveblog | DeadblogColico Nebuchadnezzar walked across the campus clutching a strange glove covered in shifting runes in his left hand, his right hand holding an open book up to his face while a small Oni perched on his shoulder, occasionally turning the pages for him.
Well, that wasn't much help. An entire university's worth of books, and only one with any information on...
He was so busy reading that he bumped into Ish,sending the tiny ogre tumbling from its perch "WATCH WHERE YOU GOING YOU FOO-oh, hey!"
edited 13th Dec '11 5:07:58 PM by Dblade26
"Thank you Ms. Sheehy, I think that's all we need this evening," the middle aged woman said, even with arms full of a large wriggling bundle she managed to smile and wave at the departing girl.
Latch Sheehy stepped away from the door to the Marine Science building, pausing long enough to wave goodbye to the professor before stepping onto the sidewalk. There was a slight breeze off the sea making the approaching night that much chiller that caused the weeds in her hair to rustle. Hands in the pockets of her coat she turned away from the campus with her mind very much on getting to the seafood market before it closed.
Let God do His work, we will see to ours. Bring in the candles.Meanwhile, what looked like a limosuine smoothly drove towards the main building. The back seat door opened, revealing a sharply dressed demoness. She got out with confident, machine-like motion, and walked (perhaps strode was better word) towards the entrance, heels clicking agaist the pavement. She carried a black briefcase, and her face was disquietingly serious.
Though some would question why the CEO of Shard International herself was showing up in-person at a common university, this woman clearly moved with purpose, as was the norm. Only when socially expected did the businesswoman carry a hint of mirth.
Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.Ion turns around in reaction to Colico's outburst. Seeing the blind human the Nephilim was talking to, the faun returned his focus to his work with an annoyed yawn. He mutters under his breath.
I see that those people are crowding here today... I can't wait to finish this damn job and go home. That human scent is suffocating me.
DeerMeanwhile, in the music room, Michael Bellator was hunting a banshee. It had been discovered last week, and he had been called to deal with it. He had been told to keep it quiet if possible. People thought that if you heard a banshee scream, you died. While this was true for the most part- if only because it was usually the Banshee doing the killing- this restricted Mike's options. He couldn't tell his weapon to become a gun, and he had to finish it off silently in one blow. If it noticed him, it would scream. Fortunately, Michael knew that technically, banshees were one of the Fae. And the Fae were very vulnerable to iron. As he crept up on it, he whispered, "Pure iron knife." and his weapon changed accordingly.
edited 13th Dec '11 5:52:36 PM by pyr0h1tman8
In our heart, Mr. Ando will always be a penguin.Farrah rubbed his hands together as he exited his last lecture for the evening. Stupid evening, stupid cold. He looked at his watch, eh, he could go to the library tomorrow. It'd get dark soon and that made free-running a challenge he didn't feel like tonight.
He muttered, "txirrika" and his sneakers became rollerblades. Checking for pedestrians Farrah skated off across campus in the direction of home. Hopefully the milk bar on the way home was still open.
You must agree, my plan is sheer elegance in its simplicity! My TumblrA rather large gathering of people, and, what appeared to be a satyr were impeding her exit from campus. Latch leaned from foot to foot a bit nervously. It would be simple to tap someone on the shoulder and ask if they would please step away to let her by, or even bull her way through. Experience told her that usually lead to screaming and panic however. Instead, she decided to busy herself checking one of the many notepads inhabiting her coat pockets by the nearby bus stop sign.
Let God do His work, we will see to ours. Bring in the candles.Farrah's nose caught a whiff of something, marshy and something else. Odd. Curious, he adjusted course, following his nose. It lead him to an area he rarely loitered in, normally running over its rooves, the sciences. The scent was strongest around the marine sciences building which made sense, but travelled in that direction.
A little while later he rounded a corner to see a shy looking woman flicking through a notebook. Definitely the origin of the scent. He muttered "laun" to return his shoes to normal, and strolled up to her. Dropping out of the sky in front of people tended to annoy them.
Closer he could see the bullrushes in her hair, kelpie! Score!
"Hi, my name's Farrah. You're a kelpie right? Could I get a photo for my collection?" Farrah mumbled as he rummaged through his bag for his crypozoologist fieldbook. "I'm studying cryptozoology, and I've been trying to assemble a fieldbook of all the creatures and others I run into."
You must agree, my plan is sheer elegance in its simplicity! My TumblrBefore Beatrix could reach the door to the building, a white van screeched to a halt right behind her limo, and a blast of blue energy shot out the passenger window in her direction. The shot was wide right, and made a noticeable mark on the wall. The van door opened and several figures emerged. The first out of the van was a small wiry guy who couldn't be any more than a teenager, although from the way he carried himself, he was not someone to mess with. Next came a large man with many mystical tattoos, and a knife in each hand. There was also a smaller man with a pistol, a woman with a large sword, and an elf who looked like some sort of wizard. Finally a middle-aged man emerged, smiling darkly. The demonic magics surrounding him were thick enough to cut with a knife. He shouted in a loud voice: "I found you!"
edited 13th Dec '11 6:18:29 PM by CompletelyNormalGuy
Bigotry will NEVER be welcome on TV Tropes."I sincerely hope that blast was not directed at me." Beatrix said icily, not even bothering to turn around.
At that, a tall iron golem wearing a fedora stepped out of the driver's seat of the limosuine.
"You appear to be threatening my Master," he said, approaching the group. "I must politely ask you to cease this behavior before I begin using force."
Beatrix turned around finally, face still deadpan.
"If you hooligans have issues to resolve with me, I suggest you speak with Hezekiah."
Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.The young faun's ears twitched at the sound of screeching tires. The smell of humans were overwhelming the creature's nose. Ion turned around yet again, only to meet face to face with the the large tattoo'd man. Startled, the faun reached into his pocket, pulling out a phone. He quickly dials a number, only for his other phone to ring. Oddly, he answered it, his voice quavering as he made a conversation with himself to calm him down.
"Ion... I r-really think we're screwed now.... Why do you have to take jobs out in the public again, lad? No, I don't know, I just needed the cash..."
edited 13th Dec '11 6:52:09 PM by Tatsumar
DeerJust as he plunged the knife into the Banshees back, Michael heard the blast. "Oh hell." He began to run toward the front of the school. He knew that it was probably some magical being, thinking they were superior that was doing this. As he ran toward the front of the school, he began to blur, moving very fast indeed. He only hoped that this wouldn't be anything too big. As he burst into the front corridor he commanded his weapon to change into a pistol. As always, it complied. He burst outside, pistol drawn and fired it into the air to gain attention.
"What in the hell is going on here?" He turned to a nearby lecturer.
"Is this part of my job too?"
edited 13th Dec '11 6:51:38 PM by pyr0h1tman8
In our heart, Mr. Ando will always be a penguin.Surprised, Latch stopped flipping pages to pull out her pencil out and add a note to the blank page as chaos erupted down the street. It was a tad offensive to be lumped in with non-sentient species as "creatures" but it was better then being chained to a rock or shot at. The boy probably didn't mean any harm.
njogel to be specific. be my guest young man.
edited 13th Dec '11 6:53:59 PM by hotelkilo
Let God do His work, we will see to ours. Bring in the candles.The wizard panics and hits Hezekiah with his strongest spell. Unfortunately lightning is less than effective against an iron golem. The woman and the man with the pistol are able to successfully maneuver around Hezekiah and begin running towards Beatrix.
Jamie shouts "Get down!" and drags Ish towards the nearest cover.
Bigotry will NEVER be welcome on TV Tropes.

The choices we make in life define who we are and what we do. But, as several individuals are about to learn, we often have no idea how those choices will play out until after the fact. Sometimes a seemingly insignificant decision can be the defining moment in your life.
We open in front of the business building at Boyle University in Maine. It's a chilly Monday evening in October, and it is just starting to get dark. A few students are coming and going. A satyr (Ion) is hard at work fixing a streetlamp that was destroyed in Friday's pep rally. Two more of our players enter the scene...
Jamie: "I think they're using about as much magic in medicine as they can reasonably be expected to these days. There's just a problem with availability. The problem is that these potions and spells that function as 'miracle cures' are so hard to pull off that they aren't available to the average patient."
Bigotry will NEVER be welcome on TV Tropes.