[FIELD CLASS] Scavenging with Moira! (OVER! See p. 17!)

[Sosiqui]

Marushii

Moira looked alarmed when Merope began pushing the glass into his flesh, but once it was evident that a natural ability was at play she calmed down. "That looks like it hurts, spookie... but if it makes them hurt worse, I suppose it's okay!! Um..." She reached into one of the pouches hanging from her toolbelt.

"Aha. Here you go!" It was indeed a bandaid. It was bright, highlighter-neon-glow green.  

[Marushii]

"It just... itches," Merope confessed, dropping the half of mirror in order to start pulling the pieces out one by one. "It'd be better if it were bone. Or... something natural. That'd be easier to use. And thanks! I appreciate it."

Bandaid in hand, Merope retreated a bit to give others room to turn their assignment in while he dug the shards of glass out of his hand.  

[chirigami]

Olivia was very much pleased by the response she had gotten for her efforts. Her own getaway car? Well, didn't that sound terribly fun. The ghoul gave the undead lady a very nice smile as got herself out of the way (having to pick up the heavy tire along the way).


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A little time had gone by and a few more students were trickling their way into the class and making their presentations. As much as Maple wanted to go last without the prying eyes of others, well... her grade was probably on the line the more she waited, and her nerves were beginning to tighten up on her. Urg. Better late than never.

The ghoul gathered herself up and walked herself up to the undead professor as the other reaper was making her case (Urg, even with the butterflies the other ghoul held such a cooler air than her). More worry. More dread. Urg. Urg.

Gripping the lamp tightly and a worried expression on her face, Maple began in a very quiet stuttered voice. "I th-though the.. l-lamp w-would be a g-good ch-choice... since.. its.. v-very similar t-to .. a r-reaper's w-weapon." That was so lame.

"I u-use a b-broom and th-this is a l-ittttle h-heavier b-but that-t... c-could b-be used.. a.. as an.. ad-dvantage, m-more p-power b-behind st-strikes." At that, Maple shifted her grip on the pole of the lamp to hold it up, so it was parallel to the ground beneath their feet. There was a little bit of a strain to hold it level, but she oh so tried to keep it up. Then carefully again, her hands moved to spin the tall lamp in a graceful sort of arc. Well, until the momentum of the back end base came barreling down. Maple almost lost control of it, stumbling a little to her right as the base slammed into the ground.

"Sorry!" She stammered in an instant. "I-its.. h-heavy..." More worry.

"I... I d-don't kn-know if I w-would b-be able to.. use... m-my n-natural ab-bility on th-this... I've o-only kn-known t-to b-be ab-ble.. t-to fly.. o-on m-my own... b-broom..." Should she have mentioned that? It made her seem like she didn't even know her own abilities. Too late.

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[Smerdle]

West knew this feeling well, even though he had felt nothing like it in quite some time. It was only now, after the pull of disembodied voices and Home had found him anyway, that he realized it had been one of the major reasons why he hadn't properly left campus in so long. It was shameful. He was a Hob at Amityville Academy. He had seen and done more than any of his relatives had even dreamed of doing at his age, and the fact that he was allowing a little Insanity to cripple him like this was inexcusable. The voices weren't so bad. Paranoia was cool, right? He frowned. Fine. None of this was cool at all.

He hated feeling this way, sharing his mind with crazy fragments of FEAR that butted into his thoughts when he least expected them and lingered around just long enough to get him to mutter an unintelligible curse or rap on the side of his head in an attempt to dislodge them. Luckily, people had kind of come to expect such behavior of him, but just because they didn't look at him funny for doing these things didn't mean he had any desire to continue.

When he saw the flyer during one of his rare aimless strolls, West couldn't help smirking faintly at it. Scavenging. If anything was going to distract him from the voices in his head, digging around in the garbage would be it.

He found Moira and her group of students easily enough, and when they had been prompted, he filed into the junkyard, kicking futilely at a large, worn down pipe. There had been a time when he'd thought nothing of using the objects in his environment to assist him in a fight, but training with the tatzel had instilled in him a belief that such behavior was beneath him. Cheating. Hmph. Wasn't it true that one of the reasons he was gunning for graduation these days was so that he could harass his uncle for a proper knife? What Levi didn't know wouldn't hurt... No. West shook his head, an uncomfortable expression flitting across his features for the briefest moment. Keeping things from her, even inadvertently, had already caused him plenty of pain. This was a skill he was learning at their school. If she had a problem with it, she could take it up with the janitor.

Okay. Time to get started. West took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to clear his head. He started walking forward again before he opened them, and when he did, the boil found himself wandering into a ring of crushed and useless doom buggies. Even though West had lived close to Halloween Town his entire life, he had only been inside one of these metal monstrosities once or twice. His family was bursting with carriage-loving demons. Doom buggies were simply too common to be bothered with.

He stuck his hand through one of their empty side windows, tugging a loose rearview mirror from its interior. It was intact, surprisingly, and he could see how it might be easily used as a weapon, but it didn't exactly scream originality. West could bludgeon people with a great many things. He assumed hitting them with this thing would end no differently. Tucking it under his arm just in case, the boil continued on.

The next heap of useless crap he came across was a pile of charred dishes. They looked familiar, likely having originated from the creepateria. West rarely went there these days, not since he'd had his own kitchen built. A pair of the larger ones joined his rearview mirror. They might make passable shields, at least until they shattered.

West continued his leisurely stroll, trying not to dwell on the fact that his head was much clearer already. It was good to get out and—

A brief bark of surprise brushed past the boil's lips as he stepped on a discarded t-shirt, one foot holding the fabric taut while the other hooked into its collar, West's forward motion nearly bringing him down as a result. Idiotic? Yes. Effective? Also yes. He picked it up and added it to his pile.

West wandered for a little while longer, but when he found nothing that interested him, he turned back in the way in which he thought he might have come from. He wasn't really wrong, he had just ventured so far into the junkyard at this point that the shortest way back was in a different direction from the way he'd come in. West hesitated in front of the intricate metal gate that eventually blocked his passage, but it wasn't long before he had reached forward and grabbed the knob. It turned easily enough. When he pulled his hand away, his palm was coated with a gob of sticky, translucent goo.

"Feckin'... ugh," he muttered, trying to wipe the stuff off onto any available surface he could. It was no use. In addition, it seemed there was more where that had come from. Instead of coming off, the gunk appeared to multiply. It certainly grew more insistent. West frowned. He stared at the glop, eventually deciding that if he couldn't rid himself of it, he would just take it with him.

He made his way back to Moira relatively easily after that, dropping his questionable treasure into a pile at his feet. Except for the glop. He couldn't get it off at all now, and besides, he had an idea that required it to stick around for a while.

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7 - You find the rearview mirror off a doom buggy.

9 - You find what looks like a massive old dish from the Creepateria kitchen. Thankfully it's clean... just scorched.

3 - You find a size large t-shirt advertising some long-defunct bruteball team.

5 - You find a crumbly lump of dried-out grease. It's a little sticky but it loosens up in your hands like charcoal.

 

[Raja]

If Molan's already... sort of disgusted face could turn any more... well it would have. Olivia DID want to keep the junk. Ew. Seriously. There were no words. The demon merely cringed a bit, choosing not to say anything as he felt some part of himself die. It really hurt to think of what her room might look like. Actually he'd have to visit. And bring along enough disinfectant to kill it all. There was nothing even close to portraying the kind of headache he got from thinking about what filth she must live in. He'd heard about undead, he really had, but he gave them the benefit of the doubt. Olivia was adorable and sweet, and... had a terrible disposition to loving all things putrid. And unclean.

And what did that say about him?

....and now he was just going to take a moment to sulk as the ghoul had a chance to wander off and talk to the teacher. His poor sense of self worth was a bit crushed. As was his sanity. He'd need even more bleach and disinfectant when he visited. Maybe just dump it all over the entire dorms.

Thankfully, he didn't get to wallow in despair too long. Or maybe that was regrettable. Either way, Etzer's arrival, and offer of gloves helped. Molan merely rolled his eyes at the look as he tried to clean his already grungy hands a bit and pull on the gloves. "You said you wanted to come to a class." He stated. It wasn't HIS fault it involved hunting through trash. That was... just the side effect of it being run by this teacher. Note to self. Possibly avoid her. Her classes involved filth.

And then, as he was still musing over his 'deadly' mop of murdering. He idly got to watch as his brother made... a thing. First a pot, then a lamp and... wait. What was Etzer even doing? "Uh..." He wasn't choosing a weapon, he was... making a statue? The look on Molan's face was probably priceless as he resisted the urge to try and rub again his multiplying headache. Dear. Jack. This was... "Etzer... Etzer you don't put them togethe-" And then he stopped as he heard his brother speak while holding up something that looked more like it needed to be thrown into acid than worn by anyone. "I will see to it the most embarrassing story I know about you is broadcast over the intercom." He quickly stated, huffing a bit as both ears fell low.

"I get you a... respectably tacky shirt from a class and this is what you have to reply with?" He didn't expect something back. Not at all. However, being offered that thing. Well he could only shiver at the though of it touching him as he backed away. "Just choose one that seems like a good weapon and let's talk to the teacher." He turned and started a few steps before pausing and looking back. "You do remember that that was the point, right?" He raised a brow and then wandered over toward Moira, obviously intending to deal with getting his presentation of terrible disgusting weaponry out of the way.

Ew. Had he mentioned this was gross yet?

He did notice two familiar figures near the teacher as he got closer. Olivia seemed finished with her conversation, but there was also Mia just working on her's. Curious. He caught the tail end of it as he wandered up, tilting a head. Well, it was certainly clever. More so than his rather simple method, but he'd never been much for combat. Still, he was a bit concerned about going after her. Oh well, too late to go dig for something else now.

"While it is a bit more direct than Mia's approach, I feel that if such a situation arose a method that dealt with a disabled foe is also needed." At which point he idly gestured to his own mop, as if to show it off. "While it may not be the most effective, a strike in the correct location would topple the opposition. As well, I've come to think the head may be rather diseased. If nothing else any cuts hit with it would end up infected for a lasting effect." He added, looking the thing over once more before shifting it between his now gloved hands. "As a final thought. Should it break, it would splinter and become sharper at the end. Thus creating more of a spear-like weapon. So even in a lesser state it may still have a use?" He finished with, tilting his head to one side and awaiting the teacher's verdict.

Though he did take a moment to give Mia something of a nod of greeting, and another to Olivia since he had noticed she was around. You know... now that he was over realizing she possibly thought he might be on a similar level to this filth. She'd take anything, wouldn't she?

Sosiqui

Presenting... A MOP. Of death.

Chirigami

Hi I see you /emo

Kanth

It's a weapon you dork.

[A.V.]

Hallo thar you clever gal.

 

[Meegane]

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3 - You find a size large t-shirt advertising some long-defunct bruteball team.
4 - You find a misshapen ceramic pot about two feet tall. It's heavy. Maybe it came out of some long-ago Arts & Crafts class?
5 - You find a crumbly lump of dried-out grease. It's a little sticky but it loosens up in your hands like charcoal.
8 - You find a rubber tire big enough for you to fit through. It smells kind of pungent.

Being in Amityvile for a time, AJ learned that whenever there were flyers floating over, there was something gonna happen, no matter good or bad.

Scavenging. A word close enough for "treasure hunt". However, instead, it's specifically meaning searching within what seem-to-be-rubbish. You can't always have useful weapons on hand, though most of of time AJ fought bare handed. The boil did know weapon strengthened the power of attack. That's why he always longing for a pair of good knuckles. That should be an interesting skill to learn though he didn't think he would get swarmed in Amityville like in his homeland.

The outstanding building of Moira's Office wasn't a hard place to spot even AJ doesn't bring his map out. The Junkyard was right in front of him. AJ dived into the the final rest place of all the machines and hopefully got something useful from it.

However, to his disappointment, he only found some weird stuff. It seemed the place was being misunderstood as a dumping place for useless items. He pulled out a XL size Tee unopened, folded nicely in a plastic bag. Ow. Someone disposed a total-new shirt. AJ didn't want to comment on how awful the design was, he just put it down slowly and headed to another direction. The rubber tire didn't get his attention even. The boil was so disappointed that his search was fruitless. He was now holding a ceramic pot, probably someone dumped it out of dissatisfaction. It was a completely failed creation. He put the pot horizontally and rolled it far away. Nope. It only helped to recall his miseries, not totally gonna help in battle.

He dug in the junk, for quite a long time, it was an effort task, to remove heavy objects and searched in the small and dark places. His final discovery before he gave up was a grease, dried out and disgusting looking lump.

Fine. He was gonna pick it for demonstration. AJ had given up for his bad luck tonight.

"Hello Professor, it's nice to meet you for the first time. I have brought you back a lump, mostly because my luck tonight wasn't so good at all. I didn't plan to break it, but it seems to be fragile in nature. So I am thinking if I can smash it into powder form and put into a small bag. When there's emergency, I can grab a small pile and splashed that over my opponent's eyes. It would steal me some time for an escape because it should be hard to get rid of sandy-like tiny substances out of eyes. I know it wasn't creative, but that's what I've got."

AJ was surely not in a good mood, came to here with an expectation and got turned down. Overheard of some other's speeches, he knew his was the worst. That made him kinda unhappy.

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[Torvil]

Zel was always one to gather more knowledge, so even though he was loathe to enter the junkyard at first, he quickly warmed up to the idea of learning how to be more effective without the use of FEAR. After all, there was always a chance he wouldn't be able to use his ability effectively - or at all - in a fight.

As he went scavenging, he found a few things that keyed into his mind that might be useful. The floor lamp in particular called to him, and smacking the bulb against a hard surface, he shattered it into many jagged edges.

He tested the heft and the balance of it for a little bit, poking and stabbing at the air, using the heavier bottom end as a counter weight, and found it to be a somewhat clumsy weapon, but it would be effective in a pinch.

Now he just had to figure out how to explain - WHY - it would be effective.

Scavenging

4 - You find a misshapen ceramic pot about two feet tall. It's heavy. Maybe it came out of some long-ago Arts & Crafts class?

7 - You find the rearview mirror off a doom buggy.

9 - You find what looks like a massive old dish from the Creepateria kitchen. Thankfully it's clean... just scorched.

10 - You find a floor lamp with no shade. The bulb is intact but the cord has been sheared off.

 

[Kanth]

"Oh." No, Etzer hadn't listened at all, and mused over his items carefully. Even though he couldn't do anything with the other items, the frost demon gave a nod of affirmation to himself and kicked the items over, making a rather large crashing sound.

He approached the teacher and held up his shirt, stretching it and grinning as he wrapped it around his gloved hand. "You can easily wrap this around someone and use it to knock them out, or cut off their air supply for a short bit. It has just enough fabric to work with." He glanced to Molan, an eyebrow arching before he turned back to the teacher, the corner of his lips twitching.

"Sometimes fashion kills."

raja

Molan he's reading the wrong books D:

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[Raja]

Vulgar was a good word, but alas. When told to find a weapon, he found what he could. Which... considering he wanted to never touch any of this again? It was a lot. He'd actually done it. "I would say... not as good as yours? He'd only caught a bit, but it wasn't anything to write home about. Well in regards to his own.

Actually he'd rather his father never heard about this class. Rummaging around in the dump. Best not to let it get out. Also there needed to be another ew involved. Ew.

"Have you been well, Miasma?" He inquired briefly before looking up as his brother arrived with his chosen... weapon. Why did he still have the shirt? And then he was talking, talking and... well Molan's ears merely drooped as he shook his head. That was a terrible pun. Everything about that was terrible. "Really, Etzer. You couldn't leave it to properly die in the pile?" Because it needed to be put out of it's misery.

Kanth

[A.V.]

 

[Torvil]

Once Zel had figured out what he felt was the best reasoning for his weapon he could, he approached Moria and waited for his turn to present. He bowed low, before allowing his body to stand tall once more.

"Ma'am," He began with his explanation. "This floor lamp, once properly 'sharpened' can be used as a small spear or bludgeon. The jagged end can easily pierce flesh with little effort due to the nature of glass, and with luck, some of it might get lodged in your opponent. Especially if you use the whole blub and smash it into their face. Now I presmashed the blub on this one to test the balance and heft. It's a bit clumsy, but the blunt end will definitely hurt if used properly."

Bowing his head he chuckled. "I can also teleport as my natural ability, which would allow me to get past my enemies defense and stab them right in the back."

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[chirigami]

Olivia was very unaware of how Molan felt about her attitude towards objects, specifically ones others would easily deem as diseased and trash. And his overthinking in his own comparison to such things in her non beating heart. It was a very good thing, because it would leave her in very much distress; friends were always so much better than inanimate objects no matter how much she desired both.

So, she watched from the side lines blissfully unaware as the others gave their presentation. And grew more pleased noticing the added company of Mia and Etzer that seemed to collect themselves around the ice fox. Tire in hand (rolling really), she inched her way closer to the lot of them as they awaited their evaluation from Miss Moira. Silent as usual but happy all around (and probably covered in more dirt than any of them would have liked to see).

raja

ouo

kanth

ouo

[a.v.]

ouo

 

[Kanth]

"It can go die in a pile now," Etzer replied with ease, dropping it in the pile and brushing his hands off. It was then he spotted Miasma, leering at her with his fabulous smile.

"Why hello there. Are you Molan's ghoulfriend?" Yep, he wasn't over the fact that Molan went to the human world and he didn't. At all.

Noticing Olivia approach, Etzer smiled and gave a small wave. "Greetings! Faring well?" He blinked at her state, wanting so much to just reach out and... smudge some of that dirt off. Not that it would help.

raja

[A.V.]

y halo der

chirigami

ouo