Eyriestone Indiana RP Thread

"Let me remind all of you, that no matter what the saboteurs and wreckers amongst us want, and believe you me, they exist - this town will continue to work toward a strong, productive future!"

"And that was our mayor's message this morning in regards to the tragic case of arson that claimed the life of his wife."

"According to some sources the Mayor and his wife were at wits end with each other - is it true that—-"

"I won't have the likes of you insulting a grieving man's marriage!"

The sounds of a scuffle, and then the host apologizing to the listeners.

That was the morning radio broadcast on the top local radio station. It broadcast across the town and some distance out from the main civilized area.

A somewhat discolored looking flier drifted by in the grip of the wind, advertising some sort of circus looked over by a rather eerie clown.

The remains of what was once farming area near the town cast odd shadows over the township. The mayoral house, once the largest and most prominent home in town, was now a burnt out shell of its former self.

Life went on, but few could dismiss the effect this had - of your eye being dragged toward a large husk of a building.

The town had a number of quaint shops, restaurants, family diners, and bars - everything with a hokey, country living name and nuance to it. The streets were mostly clean and the people gave every impression of good living...though the one thing any visitor would notice was how reinforced and full of locks all doors were.

Nobody did anything less than locking six different locks on their doors past six o'clock, and if pressed the average citizen would cite common practice. Nobody knew why dusk and nightfall were so feared.

Certainly there were odd noises from the forest and the old mansion out in the corner of town, but people dismissed that and rationalized it.

Altogether, a town so normal that its abject abnormality stood out resplendently.

The minivan containing the new family in town drove along one of the main roads in town toward the sole High School. Mary had been advised by the neighbors to avoid the side and country roads - "they're unsafe, and bad for your tires!" - and she went with the advice.

Charles sat quietly in the passenger side, looking out at the early morning sun rising. This was...what? The fifth or sixth high school in one year?

He remembered the last few, and the connections he made and then had to break.

And he remembered the girls. He fell in love too often, and his mother had let him know this morning that she hoped he didn't make his "same old mistakes".

He couldn't help it. He wanted some element of a connection that would last. But everyone who he tried to remain in contact with had their lives under threat.

Noble Tech didn't care who they hurt, so long as they got what they wanted.

And so the mother / son duo moved here.

Charles looked out at a field of wild grass - and then winced, turning and pointing his head forward.

Mary sighed, "You know, I wouldn't have this happen if I could help it. I know you're...sensitive...but we don't really have a choice—-"

Charles grumbled, "...we never really have a choice."

"Such is our lot in life. Make sure you find someone soon...I think I'm dying of hunger."

Charles breathed and looked up as the minivan approached the high school.

The Principal spent the majority of the meeting leering at Mary, and Charles only barely stopped himself from going in swinging. The man had the air and smell to his soul of a predator. A nauseating black aura hanged about him like a heavy mist.

The man was large and unpleasant, in his forties and already heavily balding. One might compare his stature to that of Jabba The Hutt, and yet even Jabba might be slightly appalled by the sticky and grimy manner in which this man ate at a collection of quesadillas oozing with too much cheese.

He was dressed like he wanted to come off as sophisticated, but everything about him spilled forth the corruption oozing within.

Charles didn't bother listening to much of what he said.

"...our school has a vibrant and strong athletic team, be sure you show proper respect..."

"...this school values law and order and will not tolerate any misbehavior..."

"...we are a tight community with rules, and it is recommended you learn these rules..."

Mary brought Charles to the side after the finalization of his enrollment here and said in a quiet tone, "I know this isn't your ideal school, but we're going to have to make due. Try not to get in trouble, you know how these small towns are. I'll be back at the new house setting up our security systems. Those little bastards won't have the run of the place."

Charles nodded and watched his mom leave while he was handed his schedule - looked like he was due for 2nd period with Mr. Fallows.

He certainly hoped this wouldn't be a disaster. And so off he went to his first class at the new school.

The forest was a quiet place early on in the morning.

The Archives' doors up on one of the higher hills was shut tight.

Henry turns the radio in his car off as he turns in to the parking lot of the local highschool. He gets out his car looking it up and down thinking "did they change it again?". He enters the building proceeding to the main office entering with a smile and a friendly to the secretary.

Henry:" fancy seeing you again Holly, I'm here to set up a new apprentice can you see if the boss man is okay with me setting up in the caff again"

Having been handed the paperwork Henry begins to fill it out.

Edited by kiddthegamer on Oct 11th 2018 at 6:01:26 AM

Walking in to the school, Francisco tried to stand straight, to look confident, even giving a smile and a wink to a few girls, but he could feel the dread. Dread that something happened, dread that he'd have to reveal his real face, dread that he will be an outsider once again, that he'd have to vanish again.

Vamos, Pancho He thought Ha sido peor

Knocking a door, he just waited, as his conversation with his parents came back to him.

"Esta vez es la buena"

"Mientras nadie se vuelva loco otra vez"

"What are you looking for?"

"A place where I can be me, where I can decide to be a man or a jaguar"

And he'll do it, that he swears.

Eyriestone High School

A lanky, auburn-haired man dressed in a slightly scruffy waistcoat and tie seemed to quite literally appear amongst the crowd of students; briefcase in hand. His entrance wasn't exactly flashy – in fact it was so smooth it was nigh-unnoticeable. Not that the subconscious of those around him cared. It still screamed 'WRONGWRONGWRONG' in their minds despite not being able to see reality being folded so. At least it disoriented them enough so he could quickly stride on by.

Daileass was a relative newcomer. He had just settled into his little bungalow in a quiet spot near the edge of the town, and had been doing a few little odd jobs here and there to make ends meet. Substituting was just one of them. He rather liked the idea. Shame Mr. Rutherford came in sick today. What with that strange food poisoning.

The lanky man allowed himself a small chuckle before he continued on in his stride. He was headed for the principal's office – if he had finished faffing around by now. As much as he hated following the rules, he'd had to respect them and sign up to the role normally if he wanted to get this job.

With that in mind, he cleared his throat as he finally approached the principal's office itself and rapped sharply on the door with his knuckle.

Holly smiled - teeth grit a little too tight in that smile - and nodded, "I'll uh...I'll make sure that Mr. Brasston gets the message."

Her hands seemed to fidget around, and at one point nervously started tapping on her chin while Henry filled out the paperwork.

After leaving the Principal's office, feeling the man's glare on his backside the whole time he was heading out, Charles started heading for this class marked on his schedule.

The school was a pretty nice, large place, five main buildings and a clock tower at the center that prominently displayed the time for the students.

He did however note that the room numbering went from 400s to 600s, no 500 Building, just Room 100, 200, 300, 400...and then 600.

He shrugged his shoulders.

The Principal then welcomed Francisco in, and commenced the same sort of introduction to the school. He shoveled another quesadilla piece into his mouth, and grinned, "So, another new student in just the last hour...alright, do you have everything for transferring to this school?"

He seemed to look Francisco over in a rather crude manner, his greasy smile wide on his face.

"This is a school with a prominent athletic program, mostly football and wrestling. If you join these sports, expect to be pushed to succeed. And if not...just be sure to show our boys the proper respect."

It sounded like there was someone else outside the office, knocking. Another of the secretaries checked who it was, and then darted back to her desk.

All the secretaries were young women, all distinctly petite.

Eyriestone Streets, in front of Eyriestone High School

A small little ball of fluff walks down the sidewalk with its stubby legs, looking around for anything of interest during this time of the day. Coming across the High School, Fiona let out a tiny little howl before walking up to one of the entrances. Waiting at the entrance patiently until someone opens the door, which thankfully didn't take too long, Fiona immediately entered the school and began scurrying about.

It was one of her favorite activities during the day, causing mischief in the town and then playing innocent.

Arriving near the principal's office, Fiona noticed an auburn-haired man with a briefcase in hand.

Interesting... Fiona thought to herself as she jumped onto the suitcase and curled around Daileass' hand.

Letting out a small, yet cute sounding 'rawr', Fiona looked up at Daileass, hoping that he wouldn't mind her presence before they entered the principal's office.

Eyriestone High School

Daileass gave a brief smile to the secretary as she checked on him, only to frown as he felt something immensely fluffy impact and then nestle into his hand. Looking down, he tilted his head slightly in curiosity at the tiny... dog?

Whatever. Canine creature definitely; it barked after all. It seemed innocent enough, but he was no fool. Creatures don't just jump up into your hands like that. At least, not idle hands. It would take an immense amount of dexterity.

It was by that reasoning that he gave the creature a little wink and slipped it into the pocket of his waistcoat. The fact it was 90% fuzz helped considerably in fitting it in.

“Ye better stay quiet there, little 'un – the principal here's a'nasty...”

Clearing his throat (unnecessary but a convenient signal to those within the room) he opened the door a crack and peeped in. Multiple secretaries, all female. And all of specific body type.

Knew the lad was a scoundrel...

Closing the door behind him, he readjusted both his tie and his passenger in one smooth motion as he strode up to one of the receptionist desks, giving her a grin similar to the one he gave at the door.

”Mornin' there, lass. I'm here to see the principal on account of a substitute job? Mr. Rutherford called in sick. Or so I heard. ”

Edited by Enirboreh on Oct 11th 2018 at 12:19:35 PM

Noticing Holly's nervous and the appearance of a small local nuisance shifts his posture.

Henry: "Now Holly I've told ya' time and time again, you dont have ta' be nervous round me. Ya' see you've got yourself so worked up you didnt even notice the most mischievous hound in town come in."

Henry finishes the paperwork crossing the last T and dotting the last I, and hands the small stack of paper to holly.

Edited by kiddthegamer on Oct 11th 2018 at 7:48:11 AM

With how the principal acts, Francisco thinks he should feel worried about... something, his safety, his classmates' or maybe the school itself.

But deciding to just make it short, he simply smirked.

"Thank you, sir" He said "I admit, my magic is on my legs, but I'll consider it" Amigo, what a creep

Walking outside, he made sure to try and find another student, to ask for directions to his classroom, even giving a flirtatious smile. Well, that's the plan, play nice, figure out who to trust and who to avoid and if he has to, who to screw over.

He'll make this work.

Holly looked somewhat pained and just said, "I'll...look into it. Everything is alright in terms of you and apprentices..."

She promptly went to get back to work.

The secretary outright just hurriedly rubber stamped Daileass' entrance to the substitute position - she seemed extremely nervous. The sense of wrongness about this tall person coming in and saying all this did not help matters at all.

The secretary who spoke with Daileass looked back down at her desk after business concluded.

Charles entered the Writing Class, noting that Mr. Fallows was giving a rather animate lecture on the Merchant of Venice, and how changing attitudes can lead to differing interpretations.

The man was a large, hefty sort - easily six foot five, looking mountainous, with a salt and pepper beard on his face, and a slight smile seemingly glued to his face. That, together with gray and black business style clothes a little too well pressed of wrinkles gave a somewhat odd impression.

He looked Charles over and considered his list of students, announcing, "Ahh yes, I believe we have two new students due for our class today...Charles Grady, right? Take a seat wherever one is available."

Charles hoisted his backpack and tried to find a seat, only for the students to immediately move to the seat he was trying to move to if it looked like he'd sit next to someone. He glared for a moment at a big footballer type, looked almost typically like the muscle-bound linebacker type.

The guy shrugged his shoulders, "Seat's not available, outta-towner. Why don't you go sit by Rolled Rosie?"

Charles was about to try and escalate this right here and now considering this guy's act, but remembered his mom telling him not to get in trouble. He looked back and his interest was immediately grasped.

Two seats open near the back, both by a beautiful young woman.

She had a somewhat dark styling, a long black dress with light gray sleeves covering her upper arms, black leggings and similar dark boots. Her skin was somewhat pale, as if she would've preferred sun but was made to mostly dwell inside. Her hair was a raven black hue, and her eyes were hazel colored.

After realizing he was staring for almost twenty five awkward seconds, he walked over by her, noting nobody else tried to claim those seats.

She cupped her chin with one hand and said, "Sorry about the jackass population. They do things like that. Just what you live with in a small town - jocks who act like they're small time royalty."

"No worries, I've dealt with worse, my family moves around a lot. So you're uh..."

Rosie nodded, "Rosalynn Delacroix, my friends call me Rosie...well, they would if I had friends."

Charles looked a bit dismayed by that statement, "Well then, why can't we be friends?"

She seemed to brighten up at that sentiment.

That was when the door opened and the teacher tapped the whiteboard with a ruler, "Now class, I am sure you can chat on your own time. Our second new student is here. Francisco...Francisco err..."

Earlier That Morning

Trickster, in their chimera-like true form, raised themselves up from the forest floor on which they'd spent the night and blinked blearily. They growled slightly at the bright sunlight streaming in from the forest canopy and shook themsleves like a dog.

It was time for some homemaking.

Making several rounds around the territory they planned to claim, they identified the oldest and tallest trees that bordered it. Then, breaking their previous molt of antlers into pieces and mixing it with last year's set of teeth and claws, they finally began to establish a Threshold that marked a large, circular piece of land in the forest as theirs.

They dug deep holes underneath the eldest border trees and buried some of their "molt kibble" in each one. Then they carved runes on the trees with their claws (taking care to make the damage superficial) as a declaration of their "ownership" of the land.

Supernatural creatures would be able to read the runes, which detailed who owned the land, the procedures for visiting, and the price if the procedures were not followed. Humans would be warned away by a sense of looming danger in front of them.

Trickster also dug out a den under a large tree trunk, lining it with pine needles and soft moss. Then it was time for the finishing touches...

Trickster, in their childish human form, performed a thumping ritual dance on top of the tree trunk that formed the roof of their den. Magic thrummed in the air around them as fertility and growth were invoked.

In a few weeks, potential prey like deer would prosper and the flora would flourish madly. Flowers would bloom year round and glow in the dark. Fruits would weigh down the branches of the trees that bore them, and also grow out of season. It would be a veritable paradise in daytime, and an ethereal fairyland at night. In other words, a perfect home for a Fae like Trickster.

Woe betide the fool who took from Trickster's land.

At Eyriestone High School

Trickster had decided to explore some of the town, and what better place to start than getting to know the youth? For this purpose, they had changed themselves into a nondescript young girl, to claim that they were just starting high school. Their brown hair strangely sported a few white streaks, but it could easily be explained away as the product of some unknown sickness.

Using large leaves to fake their important papers, Trickster handed them to the receptionist and waited patiently.

In this form, they looked wide-eyed and naive, though a flash of their true intelligence could still be seen if one looked hard enough.

They stood so that their shadow, a dead giveaway as to their true nature, would be blocked by a tall potted plant.

Edited by JumpingFruit on Oct 11th 2018 at 7:03:13 AM

Eyriestone High School

He doesn't exactly have a firm hold on their antics, does he? If he's using the fear approach, it's working a little too well, Daileass thought to himself as the secretary rushed through the paperwork process and simply... deactivated, for lack of a better term.

Suddenly, he was leaning over the desk, cupping the woman's head in his hands. To an outside observer, it would look exactly like one would think. But the handy thing about this faux-spontaneous kiss was that both their faces were handily hidden from view.

So in the secretary's viewpoint, she was suddenly being stared down by two yellow and distinctly bulging serpentine eyes that seemed to draw her into a trance the more she stared into them. That and his already soft Scottish lilt dropping down into a nigh-whisper.

“And do tell Mr. Brasston that if he wants to keep this little veil of his standing for much longer, he'll have to try a little harder, aye?”

Once his little speech was over, he actually did kiss her – though only to make her realistically stagger for when he abruptly pulled away. That and to quieten her long enough for him to swiftly stride out the door.

As soon as he did, however, he made a beeline for the men's bathrooms and into a stall. Making sure the little fluffy creature's face was firmly tucked against the inside his waistcoat (lest it catch a glimpse of anything and ruin the whole process), Daileass simply vanished.

He hadn't seen the little girl bearing witness to the whole thing back in reception.

Outside Eyriestone High School

It was on the roof that the floofy Fenrir would find themselves next – having been brought out by the scruff of the neck and plonked onto the gravelly surface as soon as Daileass had rematerialized. It was with an amused expression he looked down at them now; though one with a hint of weariness.

“Alright, little 'un. Before we get into the meat of this whole operation do ye mind telling me what ye actually are? Because otherwise I'm getting a wee bit peckish – and I've been known to have caused some tragic losses to pets otherwise. Plus, I'm no fool. No wee dog – no matter how adorable – could have the flexibility to just jump up in my hand like that. No opposable thumbs, aye?”

Edited by Enirboreh on Oct 12th 2018 at 10:31:01 AM

Francisco took a deep breath, as he walked into the classroom, standing strong as he walked inside the classroom. Scanning the room, he wondered what to do. Well, introductions first, he supposed.

"I am Francisco Rojas De Los Rios" He introduced himself moving forward. Looking at the teacher, he simply said "Just leave it at Rojas"

With a wry grin, he looked at the class.

"Well, this could be fun, for however it lasts" Picking the free seat left, he passed through with a simple "Excuse me"

Taking a seat relaxed as possible, he smiled at the girl.

"Hello" He said, simply. Let's see how it goes from there.

Class

Fallows looked at his notes, and then said, "Francisco Rojas then. Please take your seat."

The man seemed to be looking every now and then at both Charles and Francisco, as if he was checking something. Right as Francisco took his seat, he licked his lips while looking at the two new boys. Considering the quiet he'd demanded, the sound of his dry lips being smacked by his tongue was disgustingly lewd.

Rosie noted this was an odd occasion - two boys sitting next to her now, when before she would be unable to even get anyone period to associate with her. She felt like saying something - anything - to the two boys, but only managed to wryly state, "So uh...welcome to Dystopia, population; us."

Charles took a whiff of the air and almost did a double-take at what he detected from Rosie. Already he remembered his mother's words. Don't fuck up now, Charlie, he told himself. She needs friends. She's exactly what you and Mom need. She's really lonely...

And then he detected something about the other guy, sitting in the other seat near Rosie.

He gave a cursory look at Francisco.

Reception of Trickster

The receptionist, another petite young woman, took a look in a rather haphazard way at the papers, and then leaned forward. She checked if anyone was looking, and then whispered to Trickster, "...J-Just between us girls, don't get involved with the Football Team or their friends like...like Brasston, Mr. Fallows..." She gathered her voice again.

Trickster might be able to tell she sounded disgusted at Fallows and at the Team.

"...they...they don't treat girls right."

Then she looked outward and panicked when she seemed to think she saw something, and said, in an almost robotic tone, "Welcome to Eyriestone High School, I hope you enjoy your time here. Support our sports teams and attend their events."

The secretary sobbed into Daileass, sounding for him to hear like she had finally opened up, "...Please God, let his veil disintegrate..."

And then Daileass was gone, and she seemed to fall back into form like a puppet getting its strings back in order.

Henry looks over at the girl (trickster) having noticed her shadow walking into the office.

Henry: "Young lady, would you help me bring some things to the cafeteria from my horseless carriage, I can give you a few dollars as payment"

Francisco just gave a bit of a calm smile to the girl, but there was something sad in his eyes.

"As long as I feel like I belong, it'll be fine"

He then noticed how the other guy, Charles, was looking at him. While a bit wary, he simply focused on the class. Whatever it is, he didn't want any problem, even if the teacher looked like trouble.

Well, a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.

Rooftop

Fiona just looked up at Daileass before 'rawr'ing cutely at him, hoping that he'd just ignore her. Though, after a moment's passing, and the mention of being eaten, she simply sighed and jumped onto the ledge of the roof, looking down at the people below.

Suddenly, without any warning, the floof wolf promptly began to speak in a female's voice. "Seems I'm caught," rawred Fiona as she sat down, turning her attention to Daileass. "I'm simply a werewolf looking to cause mischief, nothing more and nothing less."

"Though I do appreciate you calling me adorable, you sure know how to win a woman's heart!" roared Fiona as she looked at her tail... before chasing it a bit. Catching it, she accidentally fell off the edge and onto Daileass' foot. "Come on, don't pretend that wasn't cute!" she said as she looked up at Daileass.

"I suppose it would be fair for me to show you my human self, but I don't have any clothes with me, and I don't want you getting a heart attack upon seeing a beautiful woman," she said as she sat down next to Daileass. "Or perhaps you're a pervert who doesn't mind seeing a naked woman?"

Outside Eyriestone High School

As soon as Fiona revealed herself, a change seemed to overcome the lanky man. The glint of sapience seemed to vanish in favour of a more glassy, yet piercing one – and an ominous hissing was the only warning one would get before a mind-numbing amount of snakes slithered out from crevices and unseen places from both his clothing and his body to engulf him in a twisting cocoon.

“Lass... I've seen horrors upon horrors... deviance, abhorrences to God and nature... and that's just me looking in the mirror in the mornin'...” he chuckled, the cocoon finally falling away to reveal an even lankier man in Daileass' place – albeit of a greyish complexion, a distinct lack of eyelids, and a reptilian pair of slitted yellow irises to boot. His hair had darkened to pitch black, and he had overall gained a slightly more shaggy appearance along with it. Serpents twisted and coiled around his limbs, torso, and neck only to vanish from sight and appear elsewhere – the mish-mash between human and serpent also seeming to not be breathing by any visual indications.

“In fact, peer at my shadow if ye want confirmation. But whatever the case, a lack of clothing is none but a mild source of concern to me. Prey usually tense up when they are cold. Unless ye want me to fetch ye something from the cloakroom? If it makes ye feel any better.”

There was no... anything in his eyes, actually. Barring a primitive intrigue, perhaps. That and a lot of patience. Though no active hostility at the moment, which was an upside. Just complete neutrality laced with a weary curiosity. Much like his human persona – though less hidden under layers of meticulously constructed faux sympathy and morals.

Edited by Enirboreh on Oct 12th 2018 at 12:41:21 PM

Trickster quietly thanked the receptionist and turned around to face Henry. They coughed into the crook of their arm and said, "O-oh, I'm sorry. I have classes to go to right now."

They bowed slightly (which was a quite archiac form of apology) and scurried off to Mr. Farrow's class. For a split second after they moved away from the potted plant, their shadow was that of their true form. Then it was a perfectly ordinary shadow. However, if one looked closely, the extremely light grey outline of antlers remained on the girl's head.

If anyone wants to devour me, then they'll be devoured themselves, they thought. Just let them try their tricks on me!

At last, they entered Mr. Farrow's class, just after Francisco.

"H-hi," they said shyly, and coughed delicately into a handkerchief. "Call me Trix. I-I'm new here...Is this Mr. Farrow's class?"

Mr. Fallows went back to the lecture when another new student entered, and he asked, "Now, Miss, if you are done pretending to be sick, please take your seat. If you want to be referred to as Trix I won't stop you, but just don't expect much mercy in the cafeteria."

He didn't even flinch at saying something like that, and just as one of the footballers tried to push a note on to Trix's desk (most likely filled with sexual innuendo), Fallows suddenly marched over and loudly thwacked his ruler on the boy's desk.

"I would encourage Mr. Cruz to remember the order of things around here and keep his hands to himself."

The Footballer scowled, as if remembering some unmentioned or perhaps unmentionable rule, and replied in a low tone, "I remember the order of things, Mr. Fallows."

"Good," the mountainous teacher said, "Then quietly get back to your work."

Charles looked over at Rosie - plaintively questioning her quietly for some form of explanation. Rosie didn't much care for Fallows' rules, so she whispered to him, "He's covering for Brett. He gets first dibs." She said such in a tone of disgust but resignation.

She then seemed to shake her head at what Francisco said, "...probably more a question of if you want to belong here in my opinion."

Charles was left questioning who in the world Brett was, and decided to look into it himself once they were at lunch.

Henry turns around rolling his fiery eyes

Henry: "you young folks will allow ole' spirit in this 'era school."

The golem leaves the office to retrieve an anvil, card table, and moderately like hammer (a 5 pound crosspeen) to begin setting up near against a wall near the entrance of the cafeteria. He takes piece of paper out and lightly burns the words blacksmithing apprenticeship on to it.

Trickster's sharp hearing managed to pick up the conversation between Charles and Rosie. So...there was a pecking order for getting picking on girls, huh? And said order was most likely established by Mr. Farrows and that other teacher...

Trix jumped when Mr. Farrows smacked the boy's desk with his ruler to keep up the "fragile maiden" act. They took a deep, raspy breath and coughed some more into her handkerchief just to spite Mr. Farrows.

Trix crossed her legs under her desk as a kind of warding gesture.

Francisco frowned at that, deciding to be a smartass.

"So, those guys are basura humana, huh?" He said, not bothering to hide his disgust or really whisper "Don't worry, I could find my cozy little corner of hell, even if I'll have to work for it"

He made a note of giving those guys a scare, maybe making the showers go awry after a practice? Those guys could use the lesson.

But for now, he had to lay low.

Rooftop

"Trying to spook me wont do you any good," said Fiona as she licked her paw, beginning to wash her face. "I've seen much scarier things than what you're trying to accomplish. Besides, I have a snake as a brother, and he is much fiercer and scarier than you," added Fiona as she finished washing her face.

"Though..." Fiona's limbs began to stretch and crack painfully as her personnel began to grow, "...if you really don't mind talking face to face, then I shouldn't mind either..." The whole process, compared to Daileass', looked more painful as the little wolf grew to human size, and as its hair began to recede, leaving a bare naked woman in its place. The process itself took seconds.

"Man, that always causes back problems for me," spoke Fiona as she stretched her back a bit, before sitting cross-legged in front of Daileass. Adjusting her hair and her red bangs, Fiona just smiled as she sat on the floor of the roof.

"The name's Fen-, er, Fiona. Right, I go by Fiona now," she giggled to herself at her almost slip-up. "What's your name... or should I just call you Snakey? Oh! You wouldn't happen to have a smoke on you, would you? I haven't had my daily fix yet."

Class

Rosie seemed to understand what Francisco was saying, even when the man that was being spoken of - Fallows - did not. And she chuckled at his term for what Fallows was, "...very accurate. Though I will say, I've had my corner of this hell, and I'm angling to find a way out."

Charles looked over at Trix and where she was sitting. Yeah, he wouldn't be surprised at all if some of the shit-stains here decided to pick on the sick girl. Though...his senses weren't pickin' up on much sickness from her.

The blond boy looked back at Rosie and whispered, "Well, I think I could definitely help you. Better to have a friend in a place like this."

Rosie brightened up, and said somewhat louder, "Then I'll be glad to have you and Francisco as friends, if that's alright."

That was when Fallows suddenly walked over and smacked his ruler into Charles' desk. He grinned at the boy, in a rather odd and forced friendly way, "Well then, if the lot of you are QUITE done chatting away in my class, I think it is time for an assignment."

Charles straightened up in his seat.

Fallows then dictated, "Charles Grady, I'll have you go up there and share a quick recitation of your own devising. I'll give you oh, another minute or so to produce something for the class...or I'll dock points from your participation score."

Charles subdued a glare through this grimy deviant, and then sighed, taking out a little card with which to jot down something.