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Post by Podjroot on Jun 11, 2008 22:04:35 GMT -5
Domai was starting to get aggravated with all the interruptions. Unlike some other students in his company, he was actually hoping to learn how to use his higher dark magics and abilities with a material body. He tapped a finger agitatedly against the side of his face as his patience started to wane, then suddenly he had an idea. There was a seat available next to him, and with such proximity, his demonic powers of suggestion were sure to be very persuasive if the young man's will was weak. Staring back up at the newcomer, his face quickly drooped in an I-doubt-there's-too-many-marbles-in-there sort of manner. It may be easy enough to keep the boy from being a pest, if only he could get him there.
"Domai, is it really necessary to go that far," inquired Logra's sweet voice, "I'm sure it doesn't matter much to you, but the rest of us remember the last time you used suggestion on one of Podjroot's peers. You remember the fire fae, do you not?"
"Well of course I do," the demon replied, "Wasn't it most satisfying to watch that whole school burn down?"
"Yeah it was actuouch!," interjected Podjroot's voice before the fallen spirit could hush him.
"Domai, we highly recommend you not go through with this."
"Why, Logra, you forgot to say please," and with that, the demon began to suggest his will into the new student. It's difficult from a distance, the best place being from right inside the person's body, but Domai was old and he had some reach to his abilities.
"I can see you are a man of goals, Edward. You strive to cause trouble, yes? Why, not even your first day here, and already you are rebelling against the more powerful of authorities. You'll quickly find that many of the older ones are simply too patient for such small time mischief. Why settle for simply annoying them, when you have the potential to go down in D'Winter Academy history?" Oh, the voice was sweet and inviting that rang in Edward's thoughts, though no one seemed to speak.
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Roxibus
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Post by Roxibus on Jun 11, 2008 23:47:44 GMT -5
Edward grinned as he handed the folded and crumpled up paper to the teacher. "Of course that's me!" He called. "Fair warning, after probably about a week with me, you'll hate me." Edward beamed back at his "friend" Uri. Somehow, they both met up a lot together. First the library in early morning, and then in the classroom? How odd. "Hokay, Theron," He grinned. "Where do I sit? Or... can I just sit on the floor?" With that, the red-headed elf boy plopped himself down at Theron's feet, with a smirk. Most of the class snickered.
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 12, 2008 2:21:36 GMT -5
When Edward plopped down onto the floor Uri brought the palm of his hand so hard against his head there was a loud and echoing smack throughout the whole room. Really the kid charming and all, but he really just....doesn't have brains does he? Like...really what is he trying to accomplish? Ugh...these 'commoners'
Uri put his head in the palm of his hand and watched the boy and Theron. Why didn't the professor just...kick him or something?
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Post by Bharune on Jun 12, 2008 3:14:55 GMT -5
"You're an arrogant one, to believe you have so much sway over me as to inspire something as intense as hate." Theron answered, taking the schedule and uncrumpling it. He didn't have a lot of time...the period was already almost over. Good, because the first day was always boring. He was ready to teach.
No...it would take someone truly spectacular to cause Theron to loathe them. If anything, the boy would become more like an annoying mosquito that just couldn't be swatted away...
Equally as dangerous, really. If Theron got too vexed, he tended to forget what delicate little creatures his students were. Not all instincts were easily curbed.
His lips curved into slow smirk as his cold yellow eyes scanned the schedule. Edward Roxibus. "If anything, you'll be hating me within a week's time."
He didn't send troublemakers to Sisao. He liked to take care of them himself.
Crumpling back up the schedule, he bounced the paper off Edward's head and it rolled on the dark floor.
"Sit there," Theron said, gesturing to the seat next to Podjroot.
Coincidence...?
"Tomorrow we begin the real class, and I'll start off with a demonstartion of some things you can do with dark magic. Since you love being the center of attention, Edward, I thought you'd enjoy helping me out with it."
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Roxibus
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Post by Roxibus on Jun 12, 2008 8:11:49 GMT -5
Edward blinked when the paper bounced off his forehead, and laughed. "Fine fine." He called, standing back up and snatching the paper in one fluid motion. "Tomorrow sounds like it'll be fun. I'll be glad to help!" The elf boy smirked. Podjroot... Edward snickered. What an odd name. Of course his was equally as odd, but that thought didn't cross his mind. On his way down to sit at his chair, Edward playfully punched Uri's shoulder and smirked at him. "Hiya!" The elf boy called, settling himself on the front edge of the chair. "Guess you get to be so lucky as to sit next to ME!" Edward grinned. The elf boy LOVED to push people's buttons. "No matter what Theron might say, I'll get him to hate me sooner or la-" BZZZZZZZ. Edward's phone. The red-head pulled out a sleek black, Motorola Razor and flipped it open. A text message from one of his female friends back in Zænak who had the crazy idea that she was his girlfriend. Edward smiled and replied to her quickly before sliding the phone back in his front pocket and leaning in his chair to stare at the ceiling and day dream.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 12, 2008 14:50:35 GMT -5
Oh, Domai was getting P.O.ed now. He remembered sitting back when Podjroot had a cell phone at one time. Text message after phone call after text message after phone call. There was barely any time to do an honest day's possessing before that d**ned contraption would vibrate or buzz, and here came Podjroot, knocking Domai and the other's out of control. If he wanted to be bumped out of power every time some stimulus occurred, he would have possessed a dog...or werewolf. Surprisingly, it was Logra who had brought Podjroot's cell phone to an early demise by tossing it down the toilet one fateful day. Sure, Podjroot hated them all for a while, but....when did a day go by when he didn't? No, having a cellphone in his presence simply would not do...ever!
"Kelshek, can you kill that thing," the demon asked his reaper room mate.
"The boy?"
"No, no, no...well...maybe if all else fails, but I mean the phone?"
"I can't. It's not a living creature."
"d**nit."
"Why don't you just use your scary demonic powers, Domai," Podjroot suggested with his typically smart ass attitude.
"I suppose so. If he's anything like you, Podjroot, and the similarities are somewhat shocking, I certainly can't use suggestion to get him to destroy it." He was just going to have to deal with it himself. Half closing his eyes and moving his fingers slowly into various positions, the demon opened a small portal to hell through the phone's speakers. It wasn't enough for anything to pass through, and it wasn't going to grow, but dear Edward would be serenaded by the wails and moans of the d**ned so long as the phone was near, or even some pranks by a few demon buddies of his.
Having finished, he smiled broadly, almost...warmly. Turning a friendly face to his new neighbor, Edward, he said happily, "Podjroot Teklavich. Pleasure to meet such a character as yourself, Edward. Welcome to D'Winter Academy," then under his breath, leaning in closer to whisper, "We could use someone like you to shake things up a bit." Extending a hand to shake, the demon possessed body seemed only normal and inviting.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 12, 2008 17:32:22 GMT -5
Theron ignored the cellphone, but only because the bell rang a few seconds later. This Edward student wasn't even being obnoxious accidently, he was really trying to piss Theron off.
Not a smart move.
So far, Edward's attempts have been ineffective, but Theron wasn't going to tolerate such blatant disrespect much longer. Well...he could deal with it when they had class tomorrow, unless one of the other teacher's got to him first or his behavior shaped up.
"I'll see everyone tomorrow," Professor Wselfwulf said as the students started to rise and gather their things. "We'll be starting hands-on practice, so don't bother bringing any books or supplies."
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Post by Roxibus on Jun 13, 2008 8:12:51 GMT -5
Edward smirked and shook Podjroot's hand. "Pleasure." He replied. "Edward Roxibus is the name. My kid brother, Avius, is a freshman here." Edward nodded at the whisper that his new neighbor had said. "I'll try my best." He confirmed. "See ya, teacher." Edward called, stepping out of the room, his red shoulder bag dangling to his right side. Time for his sixth hour class.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 13, 2008 12:11:37 GMT -5
"I'll see you later," the demon possessed boy told his new friend as he gathered his things and checked his schedule. Illusions class, eh? Looks like Domai was still going to have some free reign, at least for one more period of the day. Illusions were his specialty, at least one on one. His suggestion skills were in the illusion vein, though they didn't involve manipulating the senses of the target so much as their emotions and behavior. It could only be interesting and useful to expand on his innate demonic abilities. Heading out the door, he made his way to his next class.
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 13, 2008 15:44:52 GMT -5
Uri sighed. Class was already over...great. If all that was going to happen was that the class was going to be interrupted and he was going to have to deal with the idiocy, he would have gladly skipped.
But he didn't want to make Xadrian angry. Speaking of...
Grabbing his things once more, the red head stood from where he sat and started out of the class room. Maybe he could go find out what happened in his dorm...
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