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Post by Jane Ebonwood on Jul 10, 2010 13:20:42 GMT -5
Demons! Jane had felt their presence on the bus before, but she had attributed that to the presence of depraved individuals at first. It wasn't hard to find the impure and faithless these days, and demonic energies flocked to those who casually consorted with evil. She spread her left hand out to hold the book open and support it with one arm as she stood up, making sure that she was still concealed. She was going to perform an exorcism of sorts, even if it didn't work any more, before she realised that the demon wasn't attacking anybody. Something told her it was best to remain incognito unless the situation was dire... she forced herself to sit back down, hoping she hadn't drawn too much attention to herself.
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Post by Herbert "Herbie" Skik on Jul 10, 2010 13:25:48 GMT -5
"Ah, miss, 'ave mercy on me. You see throu' me wid a glance." He smiled widely at Tumult, then sat down in the seat he was stanmding next to. Noo, I think I'll be sittin' doon a bit, I don' like 'avin' legs at all. Guess it's a sacrifis I'll 'ave ta make. Dis plees looks like a nice one ta be an' 'ave fun."
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Post by Susan Daunt on Jul 10, 2010 13:36:24 GMT -5
Susan almost succeded in supressing her good-natured chuckle at Laquinta's 'hair malfunction'. "Need any help with that, Laquinta?" she offered, favorably impressed at the fact the medusa wasn't petrifying anyone in her flailing.
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Post by Laquinta Sebuz on Jul 10, 2010 13:46:08 GMT -5
"Oci, oci! Don't touch me!" She had the scarf untangled now, at least. "Don't touch me, if you touch them the hoods could come off. And I'd rather not have a petrified person on my first day here. Den me noiazei, bebaiós, but getting in trouble this soon is a pain."
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Post by Susan Daunt on Jul 10, 2010 14:04:53 GMT -5
"Relax. I'm pretty sure most everyone here is somewhat off from normal, and you haven't hurt anyone yet. No worries," Susan offered with a grin, blue eyes warm with interest.
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Post by Beau Boudreaux on Jul 10, 2010 14:13:20 GMT -5
Beau looked at Laquinta as her scarf fell off and his attention was immediately drawn to the snakes. "Cher, is choo a honest-ta-goodness Gorgon? I never seen da likes before...dis is da coolest ding I ever did saw!" He almost hopped up and down from excitement. "Yall is somedin special mmhmm...dunno how ole Beau compare to all dis. What choo name belle?" He said this eyes wide in a look of complete fascination at the Gorgon.
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Post by Joshua Quasar on Jul 10, 2010 14:17:41 GMT -5
"It's nice to meet you, Josh." Autumpne sounded as though she was saying it only because it was supposed to be said, not because she actually meant it. She turned in her seat so that she was facing Joshua's direction, balancing completely on her knees, with one hand on the back of her seat- it looked as though a good sized pothole or a sudden stop or turn would send her flying. "Is this your first semester?" Autumpne was doing her best to try and sound bored. "Joshua. I'm Joshua. And yes, this is my first semester." Of course he wasn't 'Josh'. No one called him 'Iosu' either.
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Post by Autumpne Ravenshade on Jul 10, 2010 14:30:23 GMT -5
"Of course," she said. It seemed Autumpne wasn't really paying attention to what Joshua actually cared to be called. "I would have seen you if you were here last semester. Did your parents transfer you from a different school?"
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Post by Kahlen Jeanne Nox on Jul 10, 2010 15:00:54 GMT -5
"Of course you can pet him," Kahlen said to Destiny. "He's friendly, but he's asleep now, so I'm sure he wouldn't notice."
Kahlen cupped Mihkail in her hands and held him out to Destiny. He made another "snorf" noise and settled down in her hands.
She giggled as Less tentatively reached out a finger, possibly to poke him. "He won't bite, promise. His spines won't poke you, either, unless you brush them in the wrong direction."
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Post by Laquinta Sebuz on Jul 10, 2010 15:06:52 GMT -5
"Me lene Laquinta Sebuz," she prompted to the boy with the wonky accent, while trying to calm down the snakes. "give me a second to wrap them back up. I don't want to bite anyone either. Hush, you. Stop that." She swatted one snake that had escaped her improvised 'hairdo' and had curled down to lay on her shoulder with a soft hiss.
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Post by Beau Boudreaux on Jul 10, 2010 15:17:59 GMT -5
Beau eyed the snakes curiously. "Is dey poison? Or dey just stone ya?"
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Post by Laquinta Sebuz on Jul 10, 2010 15:52:08 GMT -5
"Petrification. And painful bites, but I don't think they're poisonous. Den nomizó. I'm not in a hurry to find out." she'd grabbed the free snake and put it back in place, and started wrapping the thin white scarf around it again.
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Post by Joshua Quasar on Jul 10, 2010 15:54:08 GMT -5
"Of course," she said. It seemed Autumpne wasn't really paying attention to what Joshua actually cared to be called. "I would have seen you if you were here last semester. Did your parents transfer you from a different school?" "Umm, yes, yes they did." Joshua stared out of the window. Everywhere on this planet looked so similar. Trees and hills and roads. So many roads.
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Post by Autumpne Ravenshade on Jul 10, 2010 16:25:56 GMT -5
Autumpne nodded. "Daddy sent me here because he decided it was the best school he could find," she told him, needlessly. Autumpne sounded divided on this fact, however.
Because certainly, since Daddy said it was the best school for his precious Autumpne, he had to be telling the truth, but she still had a small bit of doubt in the back of her head, which clearly needed to be ignored.
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Post by Beau Boudreaux on Jul 10, 2010 16:54:41 GMT -5
Beau leaned over for a little closer look as Laquinta wrapped the snakes. "Woowee, dem's somedun else. Dem snakes is mighty fine." I got me bit by a cottonmouf as a young'un. Dat is no fun cher. Good ding da poison not do much haha." He stood back up as he laughed. "By da way, I Beau Boudreaux, it an 'onor, mon ami."
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Post by Joshua Quasar on Jul 10, 2010 16:58:00 GMT -5
Joshua kept staring out of the window, muttering something unintelligible in response that could be construed as "uh-uh".
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Post by Beia Meiling on Jul 10, 2010 17:24:43 GMT -5
Beia sat in the front aisle of the bus, oddly sitting towards the center. She was currently enthralled in her manga, not paying attention to the commotion behind her.
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Post by Laquinta Sebuz on Jul 10, 2010 18:15:40 GMT -5
"That's my head you're looking at. Be glad they're hooded, or the entire bus would've been filled with statues when I got in. Anyway. Laquinta Sebuz. Eukaristós." After the short introduction she fumbled with the ends of the scarf, tucking them in to make sure they wouldn't slip again. "Do you think I could walk around without this thing in the school? It's annoying to re-wrap it every time."
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Post by Herbert "Herbie" Skik on Jul 10, 2010 18:17:49 GMT -5
Herbie, of course, immediately noticed the pink-haired girl sitting in the front row. Booklet or not, she was getting attention. "Ello dere miss, you got a nice colo' hair, der. Is dat all natural or be it dyed?"
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Post by Beau Boudreaux on Jul 10, 2010 19:08:52 GMT -5
Beau stepped back, worried he had offended Laquinta. "I sorree, cher, I not mean to be rude. Dis jus my firs' time out da Bayou. Jus' curious, dat's all. I dunno 'bout da rules but I dink ya should be proud a dem snakes."
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Post by Philbert Decanter on Jul 10, 2010 19:50:12 GMT -5
"There it is!" Philbert pulled out a small vial from a folder in his bag. The small vial of chlorine trifluoride was unlabeled, just like most of the chemicals he kept in his folding case. It was one of the major things he'd intended to do, label them, but before he could do that he had to check their purity, organize them, decide on a standardized label layout and format...
Anyways he was pretty sure it was chlorine trifluoride, and it would be enough to set that boy that called him loud on fire, as well as everything within a few feet of him. Notably absent were the array of voices that would advice Philbert that starting a metal-fluoride fire in the small confines of a bus would be at the very least unwise - silenced by the sheer potential for hilarity.
"Hey, mouse-boy!" He tossed the carefully stoppered vial towards Mannie. The glass was too strong to break even if the boy didnt' catch it - a hard earned lesson from many, many experiments gone wrong in the past. "Now you can't say I don't take risks!"
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Post by Beia Meiling on Jul 10, 2010 20:59:08 GMT -5
Beia jumped as she was startled by Herbie, "Eh...it's natural. Why would you ask?" She looked around quickly at other students, failing to see how hers was special.
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Post by Manuel Alvarez on Jul 10, 2010 22:52:39 GMT -5
As Mannie did not realize that 'mouse-boy' was a reference to him personally, he did not look up in time to catch the vial. He noticed very quickly when it bounced off his shoulder, however. Reflexes born from one of many unfortunate accidents in his hometown meant that once he felt the impact, he immediately tried to dive under the seat. It took him a moment to realize that there had been no explosion and that it was not a chunk of gas tank that had hit him. He curiously examined the vial. Well, there were a number of greenish-yellow liquids that could be and he did not think opening the vial would be the smart way to find out.
That was a glass vial, so at least one option was ruled out, namely the one which he had failed to order online. Hm... In order to test the vial's contents safely, he would need an airtight container and a method for which to transfer the liquid inside. Then it would only be a matter of determining what would react with it. "Loud boy, what glassware do you have?" he asked as he began to examine the vial for cracks or chips.
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Post by Beau Boudreaux on Jul 10, 2010 23:08:53 GMT -5
Beau noticed the vial being bounced around and, in typical Beau fashion, it caught his attention immediately. "Whatyall doin tossin dat 'round?! Dat hurt someone mmhmm! Whatchoo gonna do if yall 'urt someone? Dat aint gonna 'urt me but come on yall...dat aint right." He positioned himself as best he could to block the back of the bus from any potential blast.
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Post by Farran Jernigan on Jul 11, 2010 0:07:11 GMT -5
"As far as I'm concerned, you've got the better end of the deal," Farran murmured in response to Beau, but it seemed the other boy was already focused on something else. The Gorgon was beyond interesting. And even better, she'd distracted Beau from him.
"Thanks," he added, in Laquinta's direction, seeing that Beau was already focused on yet something else. "Your snakes all right?"
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Post by Tane Matthewson on Jul 11, 2010 0:39:40 GMT -5
Tane sat at the front of the bus. Well, perhaps 'sat' wasn't the right word. He was kneeling in his seat, looking over the back at the rest of the students, with his mouth open wide.
He'd known St Dymphna's was a school for exceptional kids, but he hadn't expected this. Pet hedgehogs. People with fangs. Vials of chemicals thrown across the bus. Hair in all sorts of crazy colours. One girl seemed to sparkle. One girl had snakes for hair.
This year was going to be insane.
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Post by Philbert Decanter on Jul 11, 2010 2:14:16 GMT -5
"Loud boy, what glassware do you have?" he asked as he began to examine the vial for cracks or chips. "He is still calling me loud. Yes, I suppose I could just ignore him until he addresses me by a more appropriate moniker." He nods to no one. "Aye, that is quite the oversight!" Turning to Mannie, he nearly yells, "I am Philbert Reginald Kenneth Decanter! Son of renowned biologist, machinist, chemist, along with anything ending with 'ist' that you can think of! I permit you to use this name rather than 'loud boy.' In fact, I demand it!" He promptly sits back his chair and starts speaking to himself again. "No, I didn't forget that. Shut up." He sits back up and addresses Mannie again. "And that is a self-designed glass vial with a molecular bonded flourine-compound inner coating."
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Post by Scott Logan on Jul 11, 2010 6:19:14 GMT -5
Scott and Aidan's flight to Port Virtue was late, and that had almost led them to miss their transport back to SDA.
After hastily retrieving their luggage (in Scott's case, boosted by several extra bags containing his guitars (acoustic and electric), hockey gear, rugby gear (since it was now winter and winter sports were on offer), his viola, a spare violin for teaching instruments this semester, a mysterious long package, plus several bags of clothes between both twins - all much to the chagrin of the airline and the bus driver faced with the task of storing so much luggage), the twins boarded the bus, just in time to hear Philbert's tirade.
Scott rolled his eyes at the needlessly-verbose speech, while Aidan (whose chemistry knowledge was much more comprehensive than Scott's) was looking at the vial with an expression of alarm on his face.
"If that's what I think it is, what on earth do you think you're doing throwing it on a bus? You must be mental!" exclaimed Aidan.
Without waiting for an answer, the twins nodded in greeting to their friends from last semester, particularly Kahlen, Melianne, Ada and Less. Aidan found an empty seat close to Kahlen and turned to try and join in a conversation.
Scott looked down the rows of seats to try to find Damien, his roomie from last semester, but couldn't find him. He sat down on a seat opposite Tane. "Hi, I'm Scott," he said, "A bit freaked out by all the strange people, huh? I gotta admit, this semester looks a lot stranger than last semester..."
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Post by Herbert "Herbie" Skik on Jul 11, 2010 6:30:22 GMT -5
"It's pink! Dat's real cool. I nevah seen someun wid pink hair before. It's real purdy." He smiled widely, showing off his fangs. Also, smiled quite a little bit more widely than was humanly possible. "Wat's ya neem? I's Herbie."
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Post by Laquinta Sebuz on Jul 11, 2010 6:40:22 GMT -5
Laquinta shrugged. It was her head, what was there to be not proud of? It was rather the fact that she always got weird looks from people. A writhing, hissing mass on your head is bound to attract those. As Beau was destracted by something else, she was left in relative peace.
"Sure, whatever," she replied to Farran, "they're fine, they always are. They get in less trouble than I do, they're not responsible for their own behaviour."
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