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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Nov 24, 2006 21:00:10 GMT -5
Tristan walked into the huge main doors of the academy, all weapons present and accounted for, Igneus on his right shoulder. "Damn...Place is huge." Came the hunter's deep voice, echoing slightly through the vast hall. You can see this place from the edge of the island, no shit it's huge. Was Tristan's responce in the form of Igneus' thoughts.
[Shut the hell up you stupid rat.] He told the tiny dragon. It responded by snorting a stream of fire onto his neck, "You know that won't work." Tristan continued down the hall, looking for an office or at least a directory. The six foot three, black haired man looked somewhat lost, though it wasn't blatant.
He had almost fully recovered from his match with the seer Roy the previous day, though his leg still twinged where it had been stabbed. Still a little tired from expending all of his energy, Tristan walked around until he found someone he thought could help. "Excuse me...Where's the main office in the place?"
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Post by The Sword on Nov 24, 2006 22:11:13 GMT -5
Muteki Yokuya, one of the Academy's combat instructors of old combat and self defense, bothered? Sure, why not. That's why he was here. You can't avoid people by becoming a teacher. Some kid, right? He turned around...
The emotions on his mempo were grim. Removing the mempo, he smiled, "The main office? I assume you mean the Academy's head office, and not mine. The place is rather large. You're new, I know. Go down the hall, past the fountain..." a giant circular fountain with mainy objected circular plain layers was just behind them, and was actually what Yokuya had his attention to just a few moments ago before this student. "Take aright, and go to the left hall's side wing. This will have a separate upstairs than the regular second floor. Here, there will be section all made of glass windows and mini-offices. You'll want to go and find one of the secretaries for any regular information. Best not to bother the headmaster." Yokuya bowed, and returned his mempo onto his face. Such a peaceful man with a hateful mask. He returned his attention to the fountain.(((OOC: This'll probably be my last post with this teacher, but the opportunity may arise that I'll have to post with another one if no one else starts to post))). -=}N{=-
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Nov 24, 2006 22:24:31 GMT -5
Tristan noted the odd mask, but he'd seen stranger. He listened and made sure to remember the directions properly. "Thank you." Came the deep voice and he returned the bow. His boots echoed along with the running water of the fountain as he walked along with the directions. A right...left hall...side wing, "Ah, the stairs." He said to himself quietly.
He made his way up the stairs and saw the hall of windows and mini offices. "Secretary...secretary...Ah." He located one of said secretaries sitting at a desk, mulling over some paper work. "Excuse me...I'm new here and I need to register." Was his statement as he stood, towering over the desk.
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Post by The Helper on Nov 24, 2006 23:24:22 GMT -5
Attack of the Winklewood! "Excuse me...I'm new here and I need to register." Was his statement as he stood, towering over the desk. The young girl, who was beginning to look absolutely flustered, was almost happy to hear the little distraction.. but she yelped suddenly, looking up, at the seemingly beheamoth of a man.."..Well umm... y'see.. here's the paper's, chu-know? Uh... here it is." was the somewhat excited response, as she handed him a registration form when.. "WHY HALLO THERE!!!""SUPRISE BUTTSEX!?"As he jumped into the air, clamping onto the girl, they both tumbled to the floor, behind the desk, out of Tristan's sight.. |
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Post by Phae on Nov 25, 2006 0:12:40 GMT -5
None other than one Phaedra Weiss walked into the office as Winklewood made his appearance. She was coming in to hand in a room change form of her own to the secretary when Winklewood screamed out tackling the poor secretary. Phae rolled her eyes and went around behind the desk. Hot? Yes, she was. Dressed in her usual short pleated anime style skirt with tennis shoes and s tight lavender tank top that hugged her curves she pulled Winklewood off the girl and slammed him up against the wall. Her red hair only matched her fiery personality.
"Look you! I told you before you can't do that crap and look at you. Jesus man! What the hell is wrong with you. Can't you I don't know get laid on your own or something but you have to go around groping and throwing yourself at helpless women. I kicked your ass twice before and I'm not afraid to do it again. Do you remember the poker game? Think about that and what happened to your precious hardware when you think about jumping people. Geez! Don't make me draw my sword Winklewood." she growled as she looked up at him.
As if daring him to try anything. He had tried twice and each time she had kicked his ass and she wasn't afraid to do it again. She grinned at him. This was becoming a habit. Albeit a fun one but a habit none the less. She turned to look at the secretary.
"I think I got you covered miss." she said as she turned her attention back to Winklewood.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Nov 25, 2006 0:31:08 GMT -5
Tristan took the paper from the jittery woman not a moment before some nut tackled her behind the desk. Igneus snorted a jet of flame in laughter and Tristan simply stared. He glanced down at the paper, then back up to see some other woman man handling the would be rapist.
She had a harsh tone speaking to him, yet it turned to a softer, more caring tone to the jumpy woman who was made all the moreso by Tristan's startling appearance and the other man's...err...efforts. He stared at her for a moment then turned and went to walk off to fill out the paper. The hunter stopped dead, wheeled back around, and grabbed a spare pencil from the desk saying a quiet, "Thank you."
With that he turned back around and went to a far off bench to fill out the paper work. Basic info...Name, Adress, Contact information, Occupation (if any). Then he saw something that actually startled him, despite the utter randomness of moments before: Race. Not nationality, though that was there to, Race: As in human, vampire, werewolf, Race. [Well...they were gonna find out sooner or later].
He marked down what he was: Human/Crusnik. Tristan filled out the rest of it and got back up. The crusnik continued looking at the paper until he got to the desk, then looked up.
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Post by The Helper on Nov 25, 2006 16:29:31 GMT -5
..Is It.. Uh... How You Say... Sexy Time?.. Nodding gratefully to her savior, she took back her place at the desk, going back to filling out papers, just muttering a quiet' "Thank you.." in return, as she went back to work.. stuttering back a yelp, when the enormously huge man stepped back in front of her, registration papers ready. Nodding again, albeit more nervously, she took the papers, and looked through them, checking them off.. over and over.. until.. her eyes widened slightly, and she looked back up at him."..Uh.. sir? I'm not sure about.. the rest of the faculty, but, I'm unfamiliar with what a 'Crusna-'.." she went over the paper, again trying to pronounce.. "'Crusnik' is.. could you.. please fill out the additional species description? It doesn't have to be incredibly indepth.. just.. enough so that we have an idea as to what we're dealing with, and so that we can deal with whatever particular special needs you may require. Example, vampire students generally get three servings of donated blood a day, Werewolves get a lamb, marinated and slaughtered by our chefs.. just... yea. Sorry for the inconvience."Proffering up the 'Species Description' paper to him, she nodded again, an obvious habit seeming to form.. and went back to work, filling out papers, on what strangely looked to be 'Suspension for setting the teacher on fire'..* * * Meanwhile * * * "Miss Weiss! What a pleasant.. (Oof!) Suprise..!" he said with a rather happy undertone that screamed 'innocent', though he was clearly guilty of everything and more. He sorta waved off what she was saying, his right hand going a bit in the air, dismissively, as he averted his eyes, his smile never leaving his lips. "By all means, draw your sword.. though, by this time, I hope you've installed a vibrating function onto it, though... I do have a spell for that, if you're interested.." As if, to change the scene, he suddenly hung down his head, in her grasp, as she pushed him against the wall.. "..But eh.. you're right. I'm sorry, Miss Weiss.. It's just that sometimes..." tears starting to well up in his eyes.. "I just happen to get so lonely. And I don't really know how to talk to girls is all, though how fetching and amazing they may be..." one eye suddenly opening.. "Such as yourself.. Miss Weiss..." Blushing..
It almost seemed so sincere...
..Except, by now, both of his hands had wriggled out, and both were now launched onto her butt, fondling with gusto, massaging, as if to spread them.. |
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Nov 25, 2006 16:50:47 GMT -5
Tristan frowned slightly at having to describe the Crusnik's. He took the paper and glanced over at the man being held up by the other, red headed, woman. "He's askin for it..." He mumbled to himself. Igneus made a tiny affirmative growl and the hunter turned back to the bench where he had just been.
He looked at the paper having sat down, and began filling it out with the same pencil.
Race: Crusnik
Basic Physical Description: Normally a human appearance. The actual Crusnik form is much the same of a vampire: pale complection, protruding canines. Distinguishing features being glowing red eyes and black wings.
Additional Sustinence Needs: None. Crusnik's are sustainable by human means.
General Strengths/Weaknesses/Abilities/Afflictions: Strengths: All the physical benifits of Vampirism, enhanced agility/jumping capibilities, and naturally high talent for elementalism. Weaknesses: None known (possibly water). Abilities: Flight. Afflictions: None known.
Aditional Notes: None.
Getting up, he didn't bother to look at the idiot and the red-head. Tristan simply walked back to the desk and slid the paper infront of the woman with an armored hand, and put the pencil where he had taken it from.
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Post by Phae on Nov 26, 2006 2:11:36 GMT -5
Phae looked up at him. yes, it probably was a pleasant surprise he tended to take a liking to the redheaded girl and it was interesting to see how he dealt with her differently each time that met probably hoping that one day he might get it right and she would fall head over heels for him and then let him grope her all the time. However, again today, this was not the case.
"Ohhhh really now? A spell for my sword well that is awfully nice of you professor but somehow.. I think I'm just gonna have to pass because I'm sure that would require a personal private visit to your office and you're poor appendages just might not survive." she said with a grin.
He then began to tell her that he had problems with girls and for a moment her grip loosened. What? Was he serious that would kinda make sense in a way. Using his crazy antics to hide his self esteem issues. That was if he wasn't GRABBING MY BUTT!
"YOU ASS!" she called as she slapped him hard across the face and then shoved him hard against the wall. Yes his head would hit the wall giving him those snazzy little stars. She threw him into another wall and put pinned him to the wall keeping his hands right where she could see them.
"You almost had me there with your pity story you perveted jerk! What the hell, do you not grope anyone?" she asked knowing he would answer no.
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Post by The Helper on Nov 26, 2006 3:00:53 GMT -5
Margaret The secretary yelped for a moment, before realizing it was just 'Gigantor' and his dragon... Nodding meekly, she took the papers, read over it, and shyly smiled.. "Alright, everything seems to be in order.. so sorry for the inconvience. Want a cookie?" she said, rather sweetly, proferring up a large chocolate chip cookie from.. seemingly out of nowhere. Though, if Tristan was quick enough to notice.. he would've caught the gesture that she had reached in between.. her.. legs.. and.. pulled.. it... out..?
..Perhaps there was a reason why Winklewood hung around here...* * * Meanwhile... * * * "YOU ASS!" she called as she slapped him hard across the face and then shoved him hard against the wall. Oh yea.. he liked it rough.. the stars around his head dictated his path. And it was the path to groping. "No, YOUR ASS!" he cried out, absentmindedly. AND HOW SOFT IT IS..!! When she slammed him again, and this time, the stars fell, clattering to the floor, smashing to pieces.. Winklewood tried to move his hands.. but.. God.. if she wasn't looking daggers at him, this pin-down would be pretty kinky. But.. "You almost had me there with your pity story you perveted jerk! What the hell, do you not grope anyone?" For a moment... Winklewood stopped, the smile dropping instantly, as so many things seemed to pass through his eyes.. his head dropping instantly, at the sudden weight, the secret chord she had struck... "..Uh.. um..." he stuttered.. faltering suddenly... his eyes not making contact, just staring down.. "..I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me.. I'll leave now.." the sudden drop in his normally happy-go-lucky voice to a more serious undertone absolutely obvious.. but.. he had to get away. Almost shrugging her off, he squeezed out his hands.. heading outside... shit... I knew there was a reason.. she reminds me so much of her..
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Post by Phae on Nov 26, 2006 3:15:01 GMT -5
Phaedra had him pinned and she stared up at him. But suddenly something happened, something that she said and she saw the smile fall from his face. Instantly something was different about him and she dropped her guard. But he didn't take advantange of that no, instead he app... appologized? She blinked and then he worked his way out of her arms.
She let him go and stood there stunned for a moment. Oh crap! Freaking A! She had a soft heart and he knew that. Damn him. She nodded to the giant guy and the lady as she ran after him. She ran down the hall and she could run. Her skirt flaring her sword hilt in her hand as she ran down the hall. She got to him and took his hand stopping him.
"Don't.. don't be alone." she whispered softly. "Don't run away.. if I said something that hurt your feelings I'm sorry. Please.. I just.. " she closed her eyes for a moment.
What she had seen in his face had been real pain. Not the kind of pain that was faked or just used to get her to do something. This was something that was deeply seeded and something that called to her for some reason.
"Would you.. confide in me, Professor?" she asked as she didn't realize she was still holding his hand. Her heart called out to him for some reason and she wanted to know why that was. He picked on her more than any other girl she had seen yet and now there might be a real reason as to why.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Nov 26, 2006 3:19:13 GMT -5
Tristan had already started to walk away from the insanity by the time the secretary went to get the cookie. His key was 'every thing seems to be in order' meaning he had nothing els to fill out, and no point being around for the insanity that was the red-head and the pervert. [Oh god that almost sounds like a comic strip...] He thought to himself.
Catching the stray thought pattern, Igneus snorted another flame of laughter. The dragon flashed mental images of a news paper with a comic strip with that title. The images depicted this scene, the lumbering black clad pillar, the perv, the almost random red-head, and the secretary sitting at her poorly drawn desk and a dumbfounded look on her face with a cookie in her hand.
Tristan chuckled to himself as he walked back the way he had came. He'd only been awake for a good two hours and his day was already weirder than if he were on the strangest hunt in existance. Life on Babylos was going to proove to be insane.
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