"Li Bayani. But you may call me, among other things, Bay. Or just call me, to begin with."
With that, he shifts back into his default form. "I will admit right here, that face? Is an illusion. Much as with ideals of art, my face comes and goes. I am blessed in such matters, I think-for where other men must preen and pose for their lovers, I am but a thought away from Adonis. Yours, on the other, is timeless, a beautiful pearl against the tides of fashion and time. Shall I be its oyster?"
It worked in the book...
the character you're addressing as Jason is named Justin.
Justin supposed that making a show like that was expected, though he concealed a bit of envy that such a show overshadowed his magitech creature. "Yeah...I do...go to the Advanced Engineering class."
He still managed to make himself sound friendly, though it seemed he would be ignored for others yet again.
A shapeshifter...?
"...very interesting choice of pick up lines." Henderson's bird flitted about a little, acting like a normal bird, though never leaving Justin's side. he can become any person, of course he's charming, too. Like he needs the extra edge.
Giving Dr. Kleiss a look of confusion, Kurt shakes his head lightly before turning towards the boy offering him a stuffed bear. Pulling his right hand from his pocket, Kurt pulls down his scarf to clearly show his face. Giving a friendly smile, Kurt speaks up just as friendly "Sure, my little sister would like it anyways. Name's Kurt Jones by the way." Holding his arm out to take the bear, Kurt glances towards Dr. Kleiss before beginning "So is he a perv-"
Before Kurt could finish a sudden shout came from the woman standing by the charity dating booth. The woman charging over with one of the fairies sitting on her shoulder, she stops before the little group. Deeply inhaling their scents, the woman sternly looks them over before speaking up. "These fairies are very proper young ladies I'll have you know. Perversion is completely out of the question, so don't even think of approaching our booth with such unrefined tastes."
Kurt giving the lady a look of confusion, she then turns her attention to Dr. Kleiss before speaking up politely rude. "What is your species? I feel incredibly uncomfortable keeping my fairy companions out here with some species unknown to me. They're quite fragile, isn't that right Ichi?" The fairy sitting on the lady's shoulder nodding in agreement, the fairy looks uncomfortable as the lady starts rubbing her hair. The lady, taking off her hat to show a complete head of white hair, she suddenly speaks up much more friendly.
"So! Anyone wish to date one of my friends here? We're raising money to help abandoned homunculi find new homes. Very tragic losing or being rejected by your creator... Thus they'll be ever so happy to be found new families!"
"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."Damon had taken a break from his littering and shouting to roll over to the stage, where some killer magic seemed to be going down. And there was! Granted it should've been obvious that the guy on stage wasn't really magic, especially compared to just the mere existence of some students walking around, but nobody's accused Damon of being skeptical.
"Whoa, neat!" He exclaimed once the trick ended, sliding up to the edge of the stage and leaning against it. "Haven't seen someone do that before! I mean, the plant guys or whoever can probably move plants around, but I've never seen anyone make one thing out of another thing! What sign you gotta be under to do that?"
Towards the center of the collection of stalls and games was a simple little booth. A kissing booth, painted red, at which sat Allison Nauder, currently counting her dough. Five bucks a kiss. Of course, anyone who knew about Allison would figure that she conned some kids. Which she did. It was easy pickings when orientation rolled around. Young, new, magically ignorant kids came to the school each year, and that's when Allison got a good amount of spending money. It was a simple plan; set up a booth smack-dab in the middle of the rest, so they take time to reach her. Once there, some hopeless little dweeb would pay their money for a kiss. She would start acting enticing, staring deep into the other kid's eyes, then poof; they forgot why they were there. She'd remind them about the 'kissing' thing, they pay another five bucks for a kiss. Rinse and repeat until they were out of money. It was foolproof, and a good reminder to new meat about watching themselves.
Right now Allison was sitting on a nice stack of thirty dollars, but nothing was ever enough when it came to money, so she continued her pretty acting (not that it was hard), batting lashes at passing boys. Or girls. Why limit your source of income to one gender, right?
So many monsters. Perhaps there was a more politically correct word for it, but Calvin could not be bothered to figure it out. He tugged his leather jacket closer to him, as if it would ward off the monsters. Calvin knew that St. Anne's had a sizable population of monsters from the pamphlets and brochures. But to be confronted with this, all at once, was frightening... frightening and a little humbling.
That all of his friends and family were nowhere nearby did not help. Calvin had, in a moment of bravado, insisted on driving towards the new school by himself, intent on testing his new powers. Looking back now, looking at all those others wave and hug and kiss their goodbyes to their family made him feel a bit... lonely?
He broke off from the main body of people, trying to find something to occupy himself. Anything, really.
The Hero-in-training stumbled in front of a particular booth, a quaint thing, all painted in red. Calvin looked up, read the sign... and snorted. "Seriously? A kissing booth? Haven't seen one of those in like... five years."
edited 15th Aug '15 9:54:13 PM by HazzyHaz
"Bye Dad, and Dad, and Dad, and Dad, and Mom, and Mom!" A massive clay golem climbed out of his family's van, an old 70s relic probably used originally as some sort of Hippy APC. The occupants fit it: a bunch of aging folks who looked like they belonged on the cover of a Popular Mechanics magazine. Not the trendy good-looking engineers you'd see in VICE or WIRED, for sure, exacerbated by the fact that they were all this kid's parents.
He hugged each of them in turn, then hefted his massive school bag and ran off, already mashing out keystrokes on they keyboard embedded in his clay arm. He was running rapid searches of various IRC channels, looking to see if this modern crowd even used that sort of setup anymore. He scanned through EFNet, Freenode, Galaxynet... nothing under a cursory search on channels having to do with the school. He instead just sufficed with a brief introduction on the class year's Facebook page: Hey all, name's Al. I'm a golem built by some old 90s hackers. I really like computers and engineering, so if you need some help feel free to ask!
Lots of stalls here. Guess he could interact with the actual people there. He stayed way the hell away from face-painting, though. Not a good idea with magic runes on your forehead. Instead, the magic show there looked nice. He switched over to his blog and started hammering out a review of the show. "Hey, sir, do you have a Youtube or something? Where else can I find you?" He called out, raising a hand. "Good—good show!"
"Kick some ass, Hela!" The Varaide clan's ride juddered to a stop outside the school, a beat-up hoopty Sedan plastered with spikes and skulls. Not the best thing to drive, but it had character: both of the headlights would shine in quadruplicate because of the Orc skulls adorning them. The phrase it menaces with spikes barely covered the monster. The passenger door popped open unceremoniously, and the female Gnoll inside jumped out with a push and a laugh and more than a few facetious insults from both ends. Hela. The car drove away in a wake of warbling bass and rapidly screamed lyrics about the body part the speaker broke mirrors with, and in what country.
She was dressed nice for her first day: Gnoll ceremonial garb. Meaning scale mail over leather and chain, scavenged together from a dozen other suits of armor that constantly scraped and jingled when she walked. Perfect for announcing a presence. The Gnoll grinned as she sized up the fairgrounds, crackling each knuckle with deliberate slowness. Seemed to be some kind of kissing booth over there. Hela ground her teeth a little, savoring their sharpness. This would be fun.
She approached the kissing booth, but didn't fully engage. She crouched down to actually be on eye level with the girl at the table and grinned wide, showing off a row of bright sharp teeth.
"Hey." She said. The Butcher's Lure would be fun to use here especially, so Hela laid sweet, husky tones into her voice, cranking the seduction up. Of course, it was still coming from a hulking hyena monster, so if seduction didn't work it could also work to just crank things into a mindfuck for someone who thought they were in a position of power. "Kissing booth? I'm game." A bright red tongue slipped out of the Gnoll's mouth to lick her lips. "Five bucks, right?" She grabbed her wallet and slammed a fiver on the table. "You're on."
While the other students are having fun with their shows and games stalls, Felicidad, dressed in a simple white tank top and beige short shorts, 'subtly' showing off her big muscular legs, was rather busy with her important call on a flip phone, which hopefully no one would notice.
"Yeah, I've just arrived, Sherane," she said, wandering around aimless glancing around everything but particularly nothing. "They're having a carnival here for orientation, but I just wanna know if you're alright, with all that has happened these past week, shit's fast and hectic, bae-wha-? Oh, you're good, I'm just...Look, truth be told, I kinda miss you already, this whole moving to St Anne is so fast and I'm worried, those guys that beat me up won't be too happy and..." she let out an elongated sigh when she realized that she had been too clingy despite the fact that Sherane has been patient on the other end of the line. For good reasons, she would argue but still rather desperate."...Alright, I'll have fun, miss ya!"
She quickly close and holster to her embarrassingly old phone and a quick comb on her ponytail hair with her fingers to relieve her stress a bit, when she overheard the pick up line about oysters. She stopped in her tracks, cranking her neck slightly to the left to cringe at that line and chirped in "Seriously, brah? Oyster?" Then her half-bored half-baked brain decided to do some trolling for a bit. "If you want her, slide into a DM, brah. 'I eat ass' is all you need instead of that fedora wearing lines. Come on."
While Marvin was doing his act, standing at stage left hidden under the shadows of the curtain is a shy girl named Julia, dressed in a simple black sweater and dark purple flannel skirt with thigh high black stockings, have gained the approval of the director as well and will be performing next after him, though she's nervous since this is kind of a spur of a moment thing and hadn't really practiced her own tricks that much but on the other hand, she would love to show what she has can do with her new found powers.
"N-n-nice job, Marvin!" she cried out some words of encouragement to her fellow performer, hopefully getting on his good side.
What she did not notice is that the director is holding his nose because her bag smelled putrid as hell.
edited 15th Aug '15 10:54:32 PM by sgtpendulum
http://www.last.fm/user/sgtpendulum Yo, check out what I'm listening, it'll be heat, brah :^)After a few finishing tri—- err, illusions, Marvin took a bow to slight applause. Not bad, considering he was missing half of his props. Honestly, why couldn't his siblings just admit he was the most talented and handsome one and just give him all the tools? Bunch of no good ungrateful punks.
"Thank you, thank you!" Marvin waved, before heading backstage. Spotting the slight young mage backstage, he flashed a soft grin although there was a slight twitch of the nose in the process. "Best of luck! Knock 'em dead!"
Before bothering to wait for her reply, he was already skipping his way to the outside masses. Well, not before slipping his number onto the top of her bag. She might not be his type but having another human to hang with would be welcome in this sea of creatures.
Speaking of... Marvin waved at the large clay entity who had been encouraging him during his performance. "Thanks for your kind words, friend! First show of the school year was quite nerve-wracking so the encouragement was much appreciated." Marvin seemed to remember something about golems being fond of overspoken jackasses. Or maybe that was another kind of magical weirdo? Marvin had never thought that he would need to remember some silly legends. "And who do I have the honour of thanking for such wondrous praise?"
Turning to the other person questioning him, Marvin wondered if he should be honest. Well, it was an almost useless tidbit of information, so it couldn't hurt. "Gemini, but I'm pretty sure horoscopes are actually..." He looked around and leaned in. "Fake."
edited 15th Aug '15 11:42:49 PM by EviIPaladin
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val"T-t-thanks," she said as she slowly walked towards the center of the stage. She shifted her bag around so that she is now hugging her bag on the front, though she was confused by the fact that there's a strip of paper that contains what looks like a phone number stuck onto the top of her bag. Regardless, she shrugged mentally and stuffed it into her skirt pocket.
She placed her bag down onto the wooden stage and unzipped it, but not taking out its content yet, you know, to entice the crowd's interest.
"Erm..." she muttered to muster up some courage before awkwardly shouting just hard enough so that everyone is the crowd can hear."My name is Julia, I am a new student here, so please be gentle with me...Before I continue with my performance, I just wanna say that this dance has helped me out through tough times, even if it looks silly and of olden times of 2011. But I would not be performing...my cat will."
she crouched down, dug into her bag and produced a black cat, its tongue sticking out, its eyes rolled to the top and its whole body was motionless. It's dead. The only reason that it's not decomposed or drained and dried up like a prune is that Julia filled her with embalming fluid so that it looks less dead.
"This is Sabrina," She introduced. "And while her soul have left the earth, her body is still here with me...and I hope she can spread happiness to you all with this dance. Oh, and shout out to my older sister, she's the one that shows me the song and dance some time ago."
She let it down gently on its feet, and then immediately collapsed on its side as soon as she lets go, then Julia gone towards the side, she didn't want the spotlight on herself, after all. she kneel down on one knee, her hands raised, her eyes now dead set on her cat, concentrating on the thing. And then, it twitched and soon after its eyes is now centered, its legs started moving, its like its trying to walk but its still on its side. It help itself right side up, then stood up on its hind legs.
In all this time, Julia was twitching her fingers and arms to manipulate her cat's movement, seemingly looks like she's the puppeteer but there's no strings attached, this is the real deal, this is necromancy. What seems like a brief moment of eternity when in reality is about 5 seconds, Julia gulped up her doubts into her stomach and yelled "Turn on the music!" and then let Sabrina turn up the stage with the cooking dance.
"Al." Al nodded excitedly. "It's nice to meet you! It's so cool to see someone—"
He then turned on his heel with a dull grinding noise, to face... this nobody. Someone trying to interrupt his conversation. Smaller than him. Not contributing anything. "I see what you're implying, and it's sort of... grievous?" He finished rattling off a sentence on his drafted blog post, saved it, and turned both blank eyes to... whoever this was. "You're calling them a charlatan after they brought joy to dozens of people. What have you actually contributed around here, huh? Even I'm hammering out a review on the show right now. You're not even good enough to be my fake."
Dian raises an eyebrow.
".. Yes, I'm implying he was using sleight of hand rather than y'know, magic. Anyone could probably tell that. I simply noticed and called him out on it. Also, why would I want to be your fake in the first place?"
He briefly entertained the idea of siphoning all the electricity off this guy just to fuck with him, but quickly discarded it. Messing with in-progress writing, no matter what it was, was a little too much for him.
we will survive.Damon turned back towards Marvin, a confused frown on his face at the boy's talk about horoscopes. And it wasn't until Dian joined the conversation that he figured out what was going on; this Marvin guy was new! The skater's face stretched into a grin at that realization and, in an act of overt casualness, reached a hand around Marvin's neck and clasped it firmly onto his other shoulder, like one of those half-hugs. "Ahh, I remember when I was like you! Blissfully unaware of the world of magic, not really believing in it even when talking to monsters like that guy," he gestured in the direction of Al, then added, "No offense. But y'know, Marvin, it's better to understand now before someone tries to hypnotize you or whatever; it's real. Kids shoot fire from their mouths, talk to plants-" He decided to use the new stage show as an example, turning himself and the poor Marvin 'round to face the stage. "- animate the dead to do cheesy, made-up dance routines." He held up one of the few crumpled paper-ads he had on him. "Flier?"
Allison glanced over towards Calvin, a faint sneer touching her features. "Yeah, well this is a Kissing Booth, not a 'reminisce about the last time you saw a Kissing Booth' booth. So either pay up for a smooch, or leave. You're taking up valuable money-making." And then the Gnoll moved up, showing her interest and spending her money. Allison debated making eye-contact with the beast, since she wasn't sure if it would confuse it enough to go into rampage or something. It wasn't that she hated monsters, but you wouldn't want to kiss a walking hyena. Or go anywhere near one while it's eyeing you up like a meal. Allison straightened herself up on her stool, and gently pushed the five dollars away from her. "Ahh-hah, company policy. Anything hairier than a puppy is exempt." She offered a polite, if strained, smile. "I don't make the rules."
Cody considered rushing over to Martin, to ask him how he'd done all that, but it seemed like he'd already been swamped by quite a few people, and there was still something very interesting going on on stage.
This wasn't the first death magic he'd seen, but he'd never seen it applied in that sort of way. He turned to Justin. "Hey, Jason, can your bird do that? Could you teach your bird to do that? How muc mobility does your bird have, exactly?"
edited 16th Aug '15 12:54:05 AM by MusikMaestro
"Hmm...where to go? Right, I'm not exactly going to come looking for you, okay Nick?"
"Okay..."
With that, the went their separate ways, quickly dropping their things off at the dorm.
The very first place Nicholas went to was the Mage Soc stall, striding towards it confidently.
Finally...Other Mages to get to know. I wonder if any of them have the mark of Fire?
He passed through the people busy watching the show. He had to admit, that kid up on the stage was good, but somehow, he wasn't sure it was real magic. He'd seen this type of magic coming from street performers. Still didn't make it any less amazing. Something caught his eye though, as he made his way around the stall. There was someone with the mark of Sleep on their hand. He casually walked up to him and the other guy he was chatting to.
"Oh...Hello. You're mages too, right? I see one of you has the Sleep mark. I'm Nicholas Oakley, nice to meet you."
He put on his friendliest, warmest smile.
Victoria herself was doing her best to look interested in the stalls...and was failing miserably.
"Seriously..."
Still, the Kissing Booth caught her eyes, and there was quite a crowd there. She strode over to it, looking mildly interested.
"Really? Didn't know these things actually existed. Thought those were only in the movies."
Dr. Kleiss sputtered. "I'll have you know I'm an incubus. And no, not all of us are lewd." He said. He didn't have anything much else to say. He didn't want to stop money from going to charity. He hmph'd, turning away. "I suppose if it's for charity, I can turn a blind eye to your little escort service." He said, wandering off to go find some other kid to yell at.
"Thank you." Leo said, handing the oversized stuffed animal to Kurt. "It's nice to meet you. My name's Leo." The black-haired young man said. There seemed to be quite the commotion over at the magic show. "I'm headed over there." He got there just in time to see Marvin's act. He clapped along with the other students, clearly impressed with the magic show. It seemed like a lot of other people were, except one girl who was calling Marvin fake. He had to admit, she was kinda cute, but she was rubbing him the wrong way.
"What're you talking about?" Leo asked Dian. "How's he a fake? I just watched him make a bunch of petals." He said.
Meanwhile, Dr. Kleiss had found Allison's booth. "What is this? This is entirely inappropriate." He said, shaking his heads. "Why, when I went here, you would have gone to the dungeons for this sort of behavior! I bet you're going to use that money to buy drugs!" He said. Behind him, the clocktower finished half of it's jingle. It would be time to head inside the class pretty soon.
Justin tried to clarify as politely as he could, "My name's Justin. And, my bird is fully capable of movements any natural bird is capable of." And several a natural bird would be too frail to achieve.
"I make these things with my Iron Magic. Molding, melding the pieces, making something that looks alive."
Justin decided to give the full shpiel, "One day I hope to create working Magitech Prosthetics, filled and regulated with teeny, tiny machines."
Justin wavered on his feet a little, but managed to steady himself. Really shouldn't have pulled that all-nighter.
Meanwhile, Matthew was looking around trying to find some friends, but also noticed that the clock was getting closer to the end. That meant it'd be time to find his class. Hopefully things went well in terms of the first class of the day.
He found himself standing near Victoria looking at the kissing booth. Yeah, this seems right outta the movies.
"At my old school, we had some weird festivals, but nothing quite like some of the stuff around here."
He felt like wincing at that Kleiss guy again getting acerbic and crude, jeez, he wondered, what's next? Draco Malfoy and his bully cadre?
edited 16th Aug '15 10:39:04 AM by NickTheSwing
For the final act of Julia's dance recital, she bring Sabrina over to herself, acting as if she's bringing her pot of food over and Julia 'ate' it up in one big gulp and pretended to be amazed by her cooking, then Julia ended her act by grabbing Sabrina in one big hug as if she's a plush doll and then frolicking over to the bag and dump her cat in one big release.
"Thank you for watching, and thank you Based God," she said with blushed smile and an awkward slight bow as she picked up her bag and hurried along to the exit of the stage, where she stumbled upon the group with Marvin and an interesting clay dude in the middle of this.
"Hey guys!" she said meekly with a weak wave of her hands. "You guys enjoyed my performance? Oh, and Marvin? Did you really give me this phone number?" she asked as she produced the paper and waved it around.
edited 16th Aug '15 4:05:22 AM by sgtpendulum
http://www.last.fm/user/sgtpendulum Yo, check out what I'm listening, it'll be heat, brah :^)Adrienne smiled. "An oyster, huh? Well, though I appreciate the compliment, not sure how I feel about being stuck at the bottom of the ocean. Suns and moons belong in the sky, after all!" She noticed the arrival of her roommate just as Felicidad was walking over. "One moment, please," she said, slightly apologetically, to Bay. She hurried up to the hyena-girl. "Hela! Hey!" she called to her roommate. "How was your summer?"
edited 16th Aug '15 7:06:56 AM by KarrinBlue
Exist, pursued by bearKissing Booth
Hela leaned back and cackled, an unnerving, rapid hoot that called back to her Hyena ancestors. She had suspected the chick would try that, and in doing so revealed weakness. Hela scared or repulsed her; she could work that angle. Possibly right now. One-upmanship would suffice.
"Yeah, figures, racist bastard!" She swiped up the fiver and angled around to look at the other people lining up at the booth. "I got five bucks for anyone who wants to mix it up with all this." She thumped her chest, then stepped to the side of the Kissing Booth. "Or, when given the choice of any flavor of ice cream, you could choose Vanilla, and get charged for it."
Then she saw Adrienne. Nice girl, someone she could live with. And a total killer with that smile. She waved right back, settling into a relaxed crouch. "Hey there Adrienne. Good to see you survived the summer. My offer stands for you too, you know."
Magic Show
"Yeah, I was gonna say..." The golem pointed out, "if it's real magic, bravo, that was a lot of precision. If not, bravo, you performed acts that normally require magic without any. There's no faking anything here." He still ground his teeth, though. Bastards had no appreciation for the arts.
edited 16th Aug '15 7:23:28 AM by Taco

Victor nodded, stepping to the side as Isra had her go at the ring toss. When it was his turn, Victor flicked the rings at their targets, and gave a small nod at his score. "Well, that's not so bad..." He murmured. before turning his attention to Isra.
"I thought you did pretty well. Your aim is good." Victor remarked to the older girl. "My name's Victor Datra."