Carolina followed Sven up to the small gathering of students silently. She smelt something hanging in the air making her scrunch her nose up in disgust, Shrewgrass. She wasn?t fond of the stuff and wanted to leave but her bags were weighing her down and she just wanted to put them away and go explore. ?I?m sorry to bother you, but you don?t happen to know where the dorm rooms are located do you?? she asked timidly. She looked them both over, a centaur and what seemed to be a skeleton? She hadn?t heard of anything of the sort but maybe it was just a summon from an elf or something. She stuck her hands into the pocket of her black jacket so that she could hide her nervous tick of moving her fingers in the pattern of piano chords.
"See, therein lies the problem: I've got a map, but it's not doing me much good considering I have no idea where I am on said map. So I suppose a more accurate question would be, where am I now, and which way is it to the dorms? And what is that smell? It's like... weed or something. Sven Torgerson, by the way."
Renard reached out his right hand to shake with the skeleton man (he assumed, anyways) and tried to forget about the stench.
?Nice to meet you Nathan, Max. I?m Carolina,? she said giving a smile. She leaned over to Sven, ?It?s called shrewgrass. It?s the supernatural?s equivalent of weed but a lot stronger. Nasty stuff,? she said in a hushed voice. ?If you could just point us in the direction of the dorms, I just want to get rid of my stuff,? she said to Nathan, her voice back to normal as she motioned to her luggage.
Sven felt a shiver go up his arm and down his spine as the skeleton man's hand gripped his. He figured it wouldn't be as warm as a normal human's hand, but he was still a little shocked that it felt like holding an ice sculpture. He'd eventually have to ask what exactly Nathan was, but he figured he'd imposed enough questions on him for now.
"Not usually. I guess I just got on a roll. Sorry if it seems like I'm rambling. Now, about that smell..."
He felt Carolina give him a little tug on the shoulder and whisper to him exactly what that smell was; while Sven himself had never done pot, he knew a few guys who did, and while they had some interesting stories, it wasn't the kind of thing he'd willingly do.
Well, I suppose I should've expected something of the sort, he said as he then extended his hand towards the centaur.
Rochelle leaned against a wall, waiting for something to happen. Apparently her faerie friend Jon Shannow was supposed to be at Saint Poemandres. Maybe he could help Rochelle get through her first year. She hadn't seen him arrive yet, though.
To pass the time, she started singing Bon Jovi's "Last Man Standing" under her breath, her voice catching every note perfectly even at a low volume.
Not joining quite yet but I figured I could introduce some stuff while I had a pause in my current RPs.
By the way CounterAttack. ThreeWords is away for a while for some reason. I forget what it is, but unless Rochelle happens to know any 3 day long songs she might want to go do something else for a while.
"Baby, are you okay?" Archi pushed the door open a crack, poking his head in to check on his girlfriend. The room was dark, no lights lit the room at all and the curtains were drawn, she obviously wasn't too in the mood at the moment. But he was curious. He hadn't seen her at all this week, and he was starting to feel a bit like he would never see her again. "Lilli?" He saw movement over on the bed, as Lillith turned over in her bed to look at him, and he went inside, folding his pristine wings down to fit into the small room.
"No. Have to leave... Can't stay here..." she said, rasping, groaning at the words and contorting her body in pain. He rushed to her side, ignoring her words and attempting to settle her.
She hissed loudly, grasping at the sheets of the bed and attempting to stop the hunger taking over, which she managed for a short while longer. Her everywhere hurt, and her only relief would be... "Archi... Please, get away. You won't understand!" You don't understand the hunger! The pain! The danger... She turned away and wrapped her tail around one of the bed's metal supports, burying her head in the part of the sheets furthest from her lover.
Archi made no connection. All he saw was the woman he loved in pain. And who in love would leave their other to suffer alone? He leaned across to her, rolling her over in the bed and planting a kiss upon her forehead. "Please, tell me. I'll understand."
Lillith sat up in the bed, her bottom half still coiled up in an attempt to stop the pain, her lip quivering. "I-it... hurts... You have to go."
The angel wrapped his arms around her, running a hand through her hair. She wouldn't ask if it wasn't at least slightly important to her, so he figured that it would be best to leave her alone for a short while. "Okay. I'll go. Just try to sleep through it. I'll be back later."
As they embraced Lillith could feel her pain strengthening, her grip on reality fading and her poisonous fangs lengthening. No... Not now... You have to leave faster! She couldn't scream for him to leave. The instinct was here, the pain unbearable, her golden eyes starting to well up with tears and the teeth were biting into the unsuspecting student's neck.
Archi went completely white (or whiter than usual), the poison had already made it's way to his central nervous system, leaving him paralysed. Lillith pulled her fangs from the still body, letting him fall backwards. No... I can't... Her tail unwound and she slithered erratically towards him, her jaw unlocking and her mouth opening wide. Why can't I stop?
Her tail constricted around Archi, starting to crush him, and lifted him from the ground. If he could he would be screaming in pain right about now as he felt his ribs cracking and the pressure causing his organs to burst. But all he could do was see, his eyes remained alert to everything around him.
She raised him he above her and then started to unleash him, allowing him to slowly slip down her throat. For him, everything would be going black. She forced her throat open slightly, letting him see a final crack of light before everything faded to blackness again.
She fell backwards to the ground, gasping for air and her eyes flooding with tears. And all her first pain, the physical pain, was gone, replaced now with a new, emotional pain. The pain of knowing that she had just murdered her only love...
Yeh. You know that shit just got real.
I may add more onto this post, or maybe put some more stuff later on in a different one. Depends how many posts happen between now and then.
"Hey Fido, dont ignore me!" Sam walked up to Sven, Nathan and company.
"You guys seem to know this place. Where can I put my bags?"
He put his hand on the werewolf's sholder then standing beside him, placed his other arm on Carolina's sholders.
"Didn't think we had humans at this school," Sam said looking at Carolina, "Are you Fido's lunch, or mabye you are pony boy's lover?"
i have decided in my infinite wisdom that i think it would be more fun if i craft my relationships with people. This creates drama and cause people to think more about there roleplaying. so just ignore my relationships on my char sheet
Max smiled and gripped Svens hand in a firm handshake. "It's okay bud! I ain't gonna bite. You don't look all that apetising, if you don't mind me saying. Ah I'm just playin'! Pleased to meet you!". He let go
He turned to Rochelle and offered a warm smile, showing his slightly blackened teeth. Noticing her face screwed up in disgust, and let out a hearty chuckle.
"I know hon. Not everyone has a taste for the Shrew. If you ever feel like giving it a go, as school is the time for experimentation and that, don't hesitate to drop in to wherever the Hell me and Zombie-Boy end up." he finished, offering her a coy smile, before breaking out into another chuckle.
He turned to face the Demon and couldn't help but gasp in amazement. "Well fuck me sideways! An actual mother-flipping demon! It's an honour sir!" he exclaimed, offerering a flamboyant bow before tipping an imaginary hat, smiling all the while.
"Well guys, it's been fun, but I'm thinking I gotta set my st-"
"Max!"
A shout came in the distance, accompanied by the galloping of hooves. A centaur, a much larger one than Max came to a slow trot beside him. He was regal looking, an elaborate headgear decorated with the skulls of many Pixies. A scar ran over his eye, which was locked dead on Max. He was holding a slightly beat up lute in his hands.
"You left this." he said coldly.
"Thanks Pops!" Max said brightly, taking the lute. "Say have you met Nathan? He say's he's like half dead, pretty co"
"You've been using again." the centaur said, cutting him off.
Max frowned slightly. "Awh come on pops, it's the first day of te-"
"You've been sent here to grow up. Maybe I was wrong to even bother." the centaur said, slowly trotting away, casting a steely glaze over at Rochelle befre departing.
Max was still frowning. He turned to the group and let out a sigh.
"Parents huh? C'mon Nathan, lets bail." he said, opening the door and making his way inside.
Sorry for the lengthy, probably spelling mistake ridden post. Tiny bit hungover
Sven lifted the hand off of his shoulder and did his best to suppress his annoyance with the newcomer. However, his voice had just enough of an edge to betray his anger.
"OK, first of all, it's Sven. Never call me Fido again. Second of all, she happens to be a friend of mine, and I don't like it when people talk about my friends that way."
"Friends with a human, hmmm, relationships like that never usualy end well." Sam lowered his arm, "But when you do finaly eat her save some for the rest of us, she looks tastey."
Rhoda walked into the building, made an immediate turn to the right for the student-lounge, dumped her things in the corner, drew up a chair and pulled out her guitar.
It was her baby, an Ibanez AEL20E, possibly one of the best acoustic guitars of all time.
"So," she asked, plucking a string, "What do you wanna know?"
Will you be assigning us roomies? Or is it up to us?
Max trotted on the spot for a bit, before finally resting against the wall. "Class? I mean, I'm itching to meet some new people, scope out the clientel, the snitches and shit. Something tells me some students won't be as accepting of my habbits as much as you, if ya feel me?"
He draped an arm round Nathans shoulders and got him in a rough headlock.
"Plus, we gotta see what the good Lord has seen fit to bestow on us. I.e, we gotta check out the girls, man!" he said, laughing loudly.
With a sudden *click* Nathan dislocated his skull from his neck bone, his body moving to wrap Max in a similar headlock, while the skull remained in Max's grip, continuing the conversation as if nothing had changed
"'The good Lord'? I never took you for the religious type Max"
Nathan's voice continuing to emit from the grinning skull
Sven just glared for a couple of seconds, then turned around and walked away from the demonic-looking fellow. Mental note to self: stay away from the demon. Don't want to chance him goading me into a fight, whether he wants one or not. After a minute or two, he noticed someone else with wings singing Bon Jovi and found himself unconsciously humming along, though slightly off-key. Fortunately or not, this seemed to get her attention.
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