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 Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 6:56 pm
Natalia responded accordingly to Yaya's playfulness, watching with a smile as the demon swirled in her seat, waving a finger or two toward the boil in the back before settling in comfortably against the monsters arm. She submersed herself in the chatter they shared for the short amount of time that it lasted, feeling less out of place the longer she carried on...
However as conversations continued, rage ensued, and then finally the dispersing of students gradually emptied out the room--Natalia moved away from her seat, away from Yaya and the company of others, and approached the main desk in the room. She wasn't entirely sure what she was signing herself up for, whether it would be worth the while now as she was trying to make some changes in her life...but she was tired of not being included in things.
She learned her lesson the first time. If everyone was going to die, she was going to be a part of the massacre.
Natalia.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 12:35 pm
"Hey, stop pushing me around," growled Jericho as the gnomes ushered him to the office from the Mad Science room. It seemed that only Barth.. of all people.. had managed to get away. How the sloth managed to do that was beyond him.
Aside from that, the dragon was even more aggravated that he and Riley were being pulled into this. They just stumbled upon the other two while they were doing their thing! He didn't even know what was going on until Christof had turned up the volume on the feed.
This day was not starting out to be all that pleasant for him. That was for sure.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 12:38 pm
The hunchback, meanwhile, cowered in terror next to the Dragon as though those massive wings could shield him from the inevitable onslaught of accusations. It had just been an innocent little project! An experiment! What had he done wrong? Why was he being carted here? And why had Barth somehow managed to escape? Slumping, he gave a miserable whine, twisting his hands as he waited.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:00 pm
Riley was suspiciously alone when she walked in, right behind Christof and Jericho. While they were being poked and prodded in by gnomes, the ones that had led Riley in had given her a wide berth. Some of them may have even been whispering in excitement a few feet away. A sharp glare silenced them.
Gnomes were getting creepier by the day, Riley surmised. She stopped between her two friends, and put a hand on one shoulder of each.
Relax. She murmured gently.
...and then several minutes later, Pepin's voice crackled over the PA system, and Riley winced.
Busted..
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 4:53 pm
The caught students waited. And waited. And waited. A full hour had passed until a gnome in a haz-mat suit approached the group and shooed them off, mercilessly using a five-foot pole to poke Riley out of the room especially. "Out!" The muffled voice shouted, "You've got no business here! Your actions have been noted, you'll be buggered later, aye!"
Looks like the three students were off the hook... for now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 5:04 pm
What-what-WHY ARE YOU POKING ME?! Riley was all too glad to leave, but not before shoving the pole right back at the gnome to stop him from poking her. Unbelievable, the nerve of these things..
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 4:01 pm
Barth had done a lot of thinking, and moping, and discussing, and warbling, and returned to the Office to personally turn in his first individually completed paperwork.
As with many of the more powerful school contracts, his Sigil had appeared after the last jot with an evil hiss, then faded from the paper. The slip itself merely read.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 7:16 pm
(late post is late) "Good," She snickered, leaning on him lightly for a brief moment. "I'll be sure to hold you to that then." Moving for the door, with a gesture to Bul to walk with her, she continued. "A schedule actually sounds like a good idea. At least, aside from just the school's schedule alone that is. It will help keep me on track for everything..but then again, so would me not skipping classes." Something which she would need to stop doing immediately if she wanted to be successful at passing her classes. "Why Nurse Crick---Oh! Right! The glowing thing." Slapping herself on the forehead, she shook her head. "Well..I've actually signed up for her FEARhealing class. So it should be interesting." If anything; she was unsure of what to expect, aside from the FEARhealing itself. "Gym wasn't so bad if you like coming out of that class smelling and feeling like a fish--in which this case..I don't. However, I hear she's had classes before this that were completely different from the one we were in. That's what I heard from Tybalt anyways." Knowing that Red was a sadistic women, it was likely they would face a similar hell if they were to sign up for another of her classes again.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 12:17 pm
It wasn't until very late in the evening that something vaguely resembling the secretary, had they successfully been spliced with a mummy, made itself back into the office, the door closing behind them with a light click.
They shuffled stiffly back to their desk, covered head to toe in bandages, gauze, and even tiny little bandaids with happy ghost faces. Something creaked; most likely the chair or Arel himself. Considering that his right hand was pretty much melded together in a cast instead of his usual gloves, it was a miracle how he picked up the pen, but very slowly and surely, under the suspicious gaze of a couple of cleaning gnomes, he began to jot something down on a piece of tattered paper, a couple of lines, before folding it neatly in half.
One more resigned sigh later, he propped the piece of paper on the desk, shuffled the papers around a little bit until he was a little more satisfied, and then stiffly shuffled back out the office. The light closed behind him with a small click. Sign I am out from the office, please leave all forms on the desk.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 8:04 pm
The office was the way it had always been: dusty, dank, and smelling oddly of gnome cologne.
With a rather relieved sigh, Arel brushed the dust off his chair and sat abruptly down, tiredly lying on his desk. Tomorrow was another day, tomorrow.
The pile of papers on his desk seemed to only grow larger.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 1:12 am
The frost demon knocked on the door twice but received no response. Gingerly, she opened the door and peered in to see that school secretary was in ... good. Edel entered the office with caution and traversed the paper strewn floor with careful steps. The ghoul approached the desk and for a moment, she was too stunned to say a word.
“Good afternoon Sir, may I submit this to the office please?” The letter for a request of absence was carefully placed on the desk. The desk where papers were stacked up high. Edel really didn't want to be a bother, perhaps it would be best if she left as quickly as possible.
“T-Thank you for your time.” The ghoul bowed and took a step back before inching her way out again.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 10:03 pm
Barth's speed was not impressive. And although it didn't take much to outrun him (Mr. Blobby could probably outclock him) His speed on a skateboard was...well, it was alright.
"Arel!" he called, just avoiding crashing into the office chairs. "Professor Hellma! Anybody. Something's happening in the gymnasium, one of the students got taken by a fellow in a cloak, there's a lot of...I- I don't know, everyone's there and-" and sparkleshit. If they weren't there, who could he try? The guidance counselor? The other Offices?
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 10:17 pm
The secretary had been framing the last genuine Enrollment form when the door burst open to reveal a sloth demon on a skateboard.
He simply took a second to gape at the scene of chaos, and at the sickening crunch as Barth ran over the skeleton on the ground. "What is-"
And then the words sank in, it was hard not to combine fellow with cloak, in fact, the sloth demon did not even manage to finish his entire sentence before the secretary was pretty much bristling like an overgrown demon cat. "How -" And then the gears began ticking. It was not a matter of how but when. And then -"Where?" OOC - Time lapse! The time it takes for Barth to arrive at the office is the time it takes for the ??? to move on to Stage 2. They still need to arrive on the scene, which would make Arel & Barth's arrival after the ??? figure has potentially moved on. - That means Barth is grounded to this RP, and cannot join the other ORP until further notice
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 11:08 pm
"Don't know, he took- Shehk, I think, and a lot of the others started after him. At the edge of the Gymnasium. Towards- towards the forest, maybe."
Barth steadied himself on the skateboard again.
"There were- Professor Arel, there were a lot of students there," he repeated, feeling sick.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:39 pm
At this moment, more than getting angry at no other staff for being around, more so than having to deal with another student issue, was an even more pressing problem.
Why him? Sure, he had some semblance of duties as the school secretary, but this - if it was what he suspected - was entirely out of his league. To be honest Arel just wanted to tell Barth to wait for the Bogeymen and let them deal with it. He ever wanted to tell Barth to wait for Hellma. Or maybe just help, that was not him.
But there was something in the second year's expression, something tired that made the secretary reconsider. Just this once maybe, he could actually try.
"Gimme a second I-" Arel grabbed his scarf, tied a few loops around his neck with it and then stuffed a familiar object - a Hunter pendant - into his oversized knitted coat. "- Lead the way then."
The mutter as they walked out of the office, or rather burst out, sounded something like 'The things I do for this school'. And probably something else about being underpaid.
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