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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 4:17 am
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Marosa walked into the classroom on the day it was scheduled - he'd seen the trailer and was a little perplexed by it, but was interested nonetheless. It was interesting how the voice changed about five different times throughout the video (unless there were more? He was mostly put off by the fact that it changed), and the gancanagh figured it would be a class worth checking out.
As he entered the classroom, his gaze immediately went to the front of the room, spotting the teacher. He was about to greet a hello, but stopped at seeing her (and her vulture) engrossed in their phones.
Well. That was a little off putting.
He glanced around to see if there was anyone he knew that was also attending the class.
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Etzer had been reluctant to actually attend a class, but he did nonetheless - he hadn't touched any liquids except for water, and looked more tired than ever, but he strode ever forward, intent on pushing through his sadness and depression more than anything else.
The screen trailer was weird, sure, but Etzer was already used to such things at home - his dad frequently used them for his presentations and the like for politics. He was no stranger to them.
Not bothering to introduce himself to anyone else, the frost demon found a seat somewhere in the back and sat down, putting his head on his arms and staring straight up front.
It seemed the teacher was on her skellyphone. That was... different.
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After fruitless attempts to find her brother, Sayael figured she'd just run into him eventually and decided to actually attend school classes, something she was supposed to be doing in the first place.
Ah, well, details - what did they matter? The end result was the same. (Saya Logic.)
Flouncing in with a twirl, she entered the classroom and raised her arms, definitely showing excitement on attending her first class. It was full of students with mixed emotions, which immediately sent the sugar faerie on guard, a mix of emotions plaguing her now.
A hand went to her breast, clenched tightly. Would they like her? Would they hate her? Had she been mistaken by treating everyone differently and thinking that demons were superior over all, like her mother had originally taught her?
Sayael hadn't had much raising done by her father, due to Marosa being the favorite, but maybe if she actually tried he might be proud of her, right?
Purple gaze sweeping around the room, she froze in the doorway as her gaze landed on Marosa.
Her brother.
... what did she do now!? For the moment, she was completely derailed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 4:41 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 5:19 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 7:53 am
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 8:23 am
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Ignatius nearly cackled at Brenley's response, but he kept his voice down because they were technically still in some kind of classroom.
Even if the professor was also texting.
Quote: Text to Bren: excellent, see ya nerdy
Ignatius thumbed around on Critter a bit, debating if he should text anyone else before Brenley showed up. When he did, he grinned and actually set his skelephone down... For now, anyway. Right now the class seemed to be about texting...
"Nah, she's just been texting." He paused for effect. "As has her familiar," laughed Ignatius, pointing out the tech savvy bird in case Brenley hadn't already noticed. (He had probably noticed, noted Ignatius vaguely. He was rather observant anyway.)
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Once Cearney got over the fact that seriously, a bird was using a phone was no one questioning this, he looked around the classroom to see if he recognized anyone. Not that he wanted to be noticed or anything, he was fine just continuing to sit there.
Wait, was that Marosa? Where in Jack had Marosa's wings gone?
Cearney didn't say anything, but he did stare at him, a bit confounded.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 8:59 am
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She laughed, shaking her head and turning back to face Sorren for a second, visibly cringing at the nickname the yellow boil gave Sid, an apologetic look sent his way. Poor dragon just couldnt get away could he? She did frown at Sorrel's story, prusing her lips in thought. Maybe she could help him out some how? She was about to say something when she noticed the way his posture was as well as the laugh he was giving her. "Okay...But if you need any help let me know?" The whole affair didnt sit right with her since picking on some one smaller than you made you nothing but a coward.
"What a coward, picking on you like that...Oh~ Ill be back again."
With that, she got up from her seat, almost falling on her face when her vines decided that she should stay in her seat, both of them unmoving even when she tried tugging them. Well fine, guess she has to stay here then...She sat down with a huff and crossed her arms and legs before looking to the blue boil just a couple of seats in front of them. "C-Carlos! Hey! Behind you!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 9:11 am
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