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Post by geniusostrich on Jul 21, 2017 21:55:03 GMT
You're finally on your way. You're going to become a Chaser, a defender of the Erroe region. It'll be your job to rescue innocents and combat the Predators that populate Erroe. Are you ready to dive into the region of Erroe and see what you're made of? The girl you thought was the Chaser Club President at the Club Fair (she insisted she was the Club Manager...whatever the difference is) told you to arrive at Classroom 5-B, 30 minutes after school ended. However, she said that the club actually starts up an hour after, but the President would be there to brief you on the goings-on of the club. You've arrived at the classroom (which is where English takes place), to see the room is empty. Well, empty except for one person. There's a red-haired boy laying on the couch in the back of the room (used for silent reading when done with work), wearing messy clothing and a couple of spiked bracelets. The desks have been moved into the corner, while several chairs have been set up in a circle in the center of the room. The whiteboard states "Welcome Future Chasers". Several snores erupt from the guy on the couch, as the five of you realize you're alone (having arrived at varying times). You have about 30 minutes to do whatever you wish, since the President doesn't appear to be here. Roll me a General Education check if you want to identify the male. Everyone passed so:
The red-haired kid is actually the President of the Chaser Club (shocker). His name is Clover Jackson, and he is an idiot (also a Senior). Due to unknown circumstances, he managed to chase off every prospective student last year, leaving the club with very few members. He was known for his large rap sheet (actually Predator behavior) before joining, no one knows what gave him the change of heart.
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Post by Harbringer of Insanity on Jul 21, 2017 22:20:17 GMT
Teresa had arrived early, calmly entering the room, curiously looking around only to sigh when she found herself to be the first one here.
Or at least that's what she thought. As she walks into the room, ornate staff (which she'd found in a antique shop somewhere in town) idly floating behind her (though she wasn't quite sure why she'd bothered to bring it with her, seeming the fact that she was unlikely to need it and even so, had yet to manage to properly fight with it), she notices the faint (okay, not so faint) snores coming from the couch, and she quickly spots the boy lying there. Taking a few moments to see if she recognises him, she shrugs, before taking a seat nearest to the window, waiting for any other people to arrive.
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Post by eltrou on Jul 21, 2017 23:44:19 GMT
Zernebog decided to come in a little bit early - a departure from his habits of being late or the rarer on-time to fhings that don't involve people he liked or respected. Might as well attempt to start on a good note if he was gonna try something new or whatever. However, the only things of note he saw when he entered the classroom was some snoring redhead and a girl with... a floating staff? Well, at least this was already interesting.
"Hey miss. What's with the staff?" He asked bluntly as he walked over to her with hands in his pockets, not bothering to keep his voice down.
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Post by Harbringer of Insanity on Jul 21, 2017 23:57:01 GMT
Teresa blinks a few times, surprised by the blunt tone used by the newcomer. "Hello. What do you mean, what's with the staff? I bought it at an antique place downtown. I suppose it's somewhat ornate, but rather I like it." She shrugs, moving the staff in front of her and spinning it around a few times. She turns her head back to the newcomer. "My name's Teresa, and you are..?"
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Post by JPThunda on Jul 22, 2017 0:00:08 GMT
"...What the hell am I doing here?," Alexander muttered to himself, thinking aloud.
Somehow, for some reason, in some way, what that old bat had said had stuck with him...and now here he was, standing in front of room 5-B. Not just standing there either, oh no, he was dressed to the 9's. Bright red trench coat, white shirt, smart grey vest, grey slacks, black boots up to his knees, a red scarf, and a wide brimmed red felt hat that shadowed his face. And, of course, the white gloves. Look wouldn't be complete without white silk gloves, oh no. Not like it had been particularly easy to lug into the locker room to change either after school, although hindsight being what it was be probably could've just worn it all day. Who would question him?
"Well. Got all dressed up for this. Might as well see this through," he said to himself reluctantly.
With that he slowly, very slowly, turned the doorknob. When it unlatched he gave it the gentlest of pushes, just enough to get it swinging, and grinned as the door slowly freaked open. Yes, that would So I nicely. Looking into the room he saw a sleeping man he didn't recognize, at least not immediately, at least that hair matched his outfit. Good start. Then there was a guy he didn't particularly remember and then...oh yes. His grin became a full blown smile, his eyes narrowed, and he let out a deep chuckle.
"Oh hello Teresa. Fancy meeting you here," he said with pleasant sarcasm, his words dripping with veiled menace as he crossed the room toward her, slowly and deliberately, wide grin still gleaming on his shadowed face.
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Post by eltrou on Jul 22, 2017 4:22:03 GMT
A white eyebrow slowly arched up as the girl completely just missed the point of his question. He glanced over at the staff with a wry look on his features. "It does have a cool design but that wasn't what I was asking. I meant what was up with the floating." He corrected dryly. "And the name's Zernebog. Call me Zerne if that's too hard for you to pronounce. Wouldn't be the first."
Just as he said that, the door creaked open and some pale ass dude in fancy red clothes walked in. His eyebrow remained arched as an unimpressed look came on his face at the guy and his antics. "If you're looking for the drama club, it's the next building over. No need to rehearse your creeper face on the poor girl here man." He deadpanned.
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Post by headlesskoko on Jul 22, 2017 6:14:21 GMT
The sound of rapid footfalls preceded the debut of the fourth, but not last, actor in this performance. Anyone bothering to pay attention to the door that led into the hallway would probably see a whiz of red scarf, brown hair, and black uniform pass by only to be pulled back in a moment later by a hand that had grabbed onto the edge of the still open door just in time. "Woah! Almost missed it there!" would be the first words as Karen's all too happy face steadied into view.
The scene that greeted her gave her a bit to think about as she froze in the doorway, her smile gradually dropping as she registered the little confrontation that seemed to just be starting. The newcomer hadn't heard any of what had been said, but it wasn't too hard to guess from body language. The costumed male seemed had on this smile that pretty much screamed, "dangerous." As a girl herself, Karen could relate to feeling incredibly creeped out if some weirdo dude ever gave her that look. Evidently, it wasn't just a her thing or a girl thing. It didn't look like the normally dressed dude liked what he was seeing either.
Her sense of justice kicking in, Karen strode in with a straight back and a hard look. Her quicker strides should easily catch up to the supposed creep's deliberately slow approach, and she would proceed to do one of two things depending on the situation at hand. If Mr. Red had paused to acknowledge her arrival, then Karen was going to try and beeline ahead of him to put herself between girl and guy. If Mr. Red's advance had instead relentlessly continued and it didn't look like Karen would be able to catch up in time to get between him and his target, then she was going to grab a hold of his shoulder for better or for worse to make him stop. Of course, rash actions didn't necessarily mean rash thoughts... At least, not completely. After hopefully putting an effective hold on the situation, she'd ask, "What's happening?" to everyone in general and then a more directed, "Are you okay?" to the girl that looked like she was being targeted.
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Post by JPThunda on Jul 22, 2017 7:20:38 GMT
"Rehearse? Oh-ho, my dear man, I do not rehearse," Alexander said in a dark, sarcastic, dismissive tone, "I do it live," he scoffed, grin still present on his face.
He looked over at the other new girl lazily as she walked in. Another unfamiliar face. No fun there.
"Yes Teresa, are you okay?," he mocked. "It's so good to reconnect with old friends. It really has been far too long, how have you been?," he asked darkly. "Not still spooked by your own shadow, are you? ...Or was it my shadow that had you so bothered?," he asked darkly, a wide toothy grin still gleaming in his face.
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Post by Harbringer of Insanity on Jul 22, 2017 7:54:13 GMT
Teresa was about to respond to Zernebog, when an uncomfortably familiar face walked in the room, dressed up in an obnoxiously loud suit. Oh sweet Mew, no, please not him, anyone but him...
A flash of panic does cross her face for a brief moment, but it's quickly replaced by something much stronger. All the tormenting and taunting at the hand of this... let's be generous and call him a boy rapidly come bubbling back to the surface, fuelling her anger. She narrows her eyes at Alexander as she slowly gets up to her full length (was kinda hard to tell that she had gotten up if you weren't looking at her). "What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"
It is faint at first, but with each punctuated word it grows stronger. A soft rattling at first, hardly noticeable, had quickly grown in a steady, noisy shaking of tables and chairs as Teresa grows angrier. She doesn't seem to notice it however, too busy glaring holes in Alexander's head.
This was supposed to be a chance to regain her control, to get better and hopefully move past her old fears. But here this bastard came waltzing in, reminding her just of what was wrong with her in the first place.
"Aren't you supposed to be running with the other team, Crane?" She spits his last name out like it's a curse.
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Post by haybalebarn on Jul 22, 2017 8:47:35 GMT
At this dramatically appropriate moment, the door to the classroom would swing open. Heralding the man to come, the smell of salt on the sea breeze would rush into the room. A white shape pokes through the doorway, and there's an awkwardly loud clunk as the door closes in on the object protruding into the room followed by a mild groan and a muttered "Aww, come on..." It'd take a few more seconds of clunking and door opening and closing as a surfboard was awkwardly navigated into the room. Following the surfboard came the sunbleached pink hair of Addison Fox, drops of water dripping from his long locks onto both his still damp board shorts and the floor. As he turned around to prop his board up against the wall next to the door, he said, "Sorry I'm a little late guys, skipped out of class early to catch a few waves and lost track of time."
Allison turned and faced the rest of the room, his typical lazy smile plastered onto his face. There's a brief second or two of pause as he takes in the room, and then he walks forward without a care in the world, not seeming to have registered the situation. He slips his way between Alex and and Teresa, setting a wet, sandy hand on Alex's shoulder as he maneuvers around him. As he touches Alexander, he releases a moderate sized stream of water from his hand, not enough to be incredibly obvious, but definitely enough to send a splash of water down the front of his pristine suit. He isn't looking at Alexander to see his reaction though, instead addresses Teresa as he takes up the space between her and Alex. "I see you've been working on your telekinesis Teresa, impressive power! Maybe demonstrate it a bit later though, huh? Wouldn't want to mess up the classroom"
After he says that, he continues making his way to the couch in the back of the room, standing over Clover. He pauses a moment, then sends a small, cold splash of water directly into Clover's face. "Yo, Clover, dude. Time for you to take charge of your club, wake up now."
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Post by Harbringer of Insanity on Jul 22, 2017 9:12:34 GMT
Teresa is slowly brought out of her fury as the scent of the sea heralds Addison entrance. Once he gets between her and Crane (and, as she notices, douses him in water) and talks to her, she snaps out of it, the furniture settling down once again, a faint blush appearing because she had lost her control this easily, though she quickly suppresses it. "Thanks, Addi, and yes, I have been practising my powers."
She turns to Zernebog, smiling sheepishly, as she lifts her staff (which had fallen to the ground when she lost control) back up. "As for the floating staff, I have telekinesis, as you could probably tell..." With that, she sits back down, quite decidedly not looking at Alexander, instead focusing on Addison trying to wake up Clover.
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Post by eltrou on Jul 22, 2017 9:20:28 GMT
Maybe he shouldn't have opened his mouth to tell the creeper off because it practically heralded more trouble by having more troublesome people come in and meddle. Oh well, it just proved that not even trying out for the hero schtick saved him from garbage luck. And it was just his luck that this place pulled in an assortment of different kinds of weirdoes. Well, scarf girl seemed okay but then creeper opened his mouth again and then he promptly lost all hope in this not being the weirdo convention. Damn it. The guy's ego and entitlement practically stank up the room in a way that particularly nasty bullies do.
Then the room started rocking but not the floor - just the items as the chick got real mad at the creeper. Nit that he blamed the girl honestly, as the guy put on more bad vibes than the average thug -he would know- and added the creepiness of a pedobear serial killer. Telekinetic? He opened his mouth to make a snide comment about all this, only for his eyebrow to raise when yet another newcomer came in with his surfboard -he'd had to step out of the way a bit to avoid getting hit by the damn thing- and have the guy proceed to dampen down the creeper's day while complimenting the psychic girl. A name too long in his head so he just termed her psygirl, like a psyduck.
Psygirl, Creeper, Scarf, and now free Willy... who didn't bother to shower off the salt and sand. Jeez. Islanders. Zerne had the most done look on his face as he glanced over at free willy trying to splash the redhead awake before looking over at the girl when she finally replied. "Nice to know. You got good enough aim to clock Slim Shady in the face? Because you looked like you wanted to bury him in desks, which is a level up from papers." He remarked drolly. "But really Slim Shady, this isn't the place for reunions, so if you can keep the chill that Beach Boy watered you in long enough to actually get something from sleeping beauty over there, that eould be great. This is Chaser club, not drama club. By the way, Water Boy, how's the wake-up going? Worth not getting that clean-up shower?" The last sentence was aimed at the new arrival.
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Post by JPThunda on Jul 22, 2017 17:14:07 GMT
Alexander's demeanor was undisturbed by the beach bum's watery assault. Fortunately for him, trench coats were pretty good at deflecting water from the clothes beneath. Kind-of what they were designed for, although there was a puddle of water beneath his feet now.
"Well look what the tide rolled in," he said, brushing the sand casually off his shoulder, "Alola called. They want their shtick back," he mused. As the walking dampster went over to harass their sleeping 'President', Alexander returned his gaze to Teresa.
"To answer your questions, Teresa dear, I'm here for the party," he began to explain. As he did so, his shadow seemed to pool beneath him, growing darker and darker. Then what can only be described as two eyes opened in the pool, glowing bright red.
"And I suppose the thought of playing for the other team had crossed my mind," he went on nonchalantly. Out from the shadowy pool two arms erupted skyward. The clawed hands grabbed at the edges of the pool as a dark, humanoid figure drew itself out of the depths. This shadow man shambles it's way over to a chair, pulling it out and motioning for Alexander to take a seat. The chair dragged loudly across the floor. "But, ah, thank you," he said to the shadow, walking over and taking his seat. The shadow creature bowed and began to dissipate, being drawn back into his more natural shadow, although those glowing red eyes never once left Teresa. "You see, this way I can have all of the fun without that pesky risk of going to prison. It's really a win-win, wouldn't you agree?," he asked. The chair he was seated in was situated directly across from Teresa, and Alexander sat with his legs crossed, fingers interwoven, leaning back comfortably in his chair.
By the time he had finished speaking, the shadow creature had been absorbed back into the ground, and the two red eyes slowly closed.
He turned his head laxidaisically toward the other guy, the first one who tried to interrupt his reunion with dear Teresa. "Oh, but you see, why wait to reconnect? I much prefer to live in the moment, to sieze opportunities like this," he said sarcastically, "after all, there's no time like the present, isn't that how the saying goes? But if all you want is to chill, well, I'd be more than happy to help set the mood," he finished ominously. As he did, as if on cue, the room began to grow darker, almost like someone had hit a dimmer switch and was turning down the lights, but it wasn't just the lights in the classroom, it was the light coming from the windows too that was dimming. As the room got slowly and steadily darker, you could hear a faint, ominous chuckle coming from Alexander, growing in volume as the light faded...
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Post by geniusostrich on Jul 22, 2017 19:29:00 GMT
When Addison splashes the water in Clover's face, he mumbles and turns over. It's almost impressive how heavy a sleeper he is. All of you begin hearing heavy footsteps rushing down the hall, as the Club Manager (you still don't know what the difference is between Manager and President) runs inside, looking around the room at all of you, only stopping to give a stern look to Alexander. She goes back to a smile though, and says, "I apologize for our President's idiocy and laziness. One second." She slowly walks over to the couch, as you see an almost...evil aura starting to rise from her. Clover wakes up. "Oh. Hey Viola." She continues smiling, as it suddenly gets creepy. "So when I ask you to help the new recruits to get up to speed, what part of that sounds like 'Go to sleep' ?" She starts edging closer. Clover shrugs, putting his arms behind his head. She kicks the couch, knocking him off of it. "Ow..." he rubs the side of his head where he fell. "Did someone splash me in the face? Eh, whatever." He gives all of you a big beaming smile. Viola sighs and begins leaving. "I'll be back for the actual club meeting." Clover looks around at all of you. "So...Teresa? Psychic, cool. We've got something sort of in common. And...Addison? I've always wanted to go surfing, you've gotta take me some time. Next up... Zernebog, right? Dude, you've got that intimidating cool kid going on, nice. Karen? Glad to see we've got at least one person willing to try who doesn't have powers, think it's awesome. Last but not least....Alexander. Never expected to see you in here, but glad you're on our side." The President walks around, offering a high-five and fist bump to each of you. "Hope we have fun."
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Post by headlesskoko on Jul 22, 2017 20:04:25 GMT
<Ah, I'm being ignored,> Karen noticed as the drama continued to unfold without her. However, that wasn't too important. Things seemed to have cooled down with the help of some water when surfer dude entered. As the shadows deepened, Karen stepped to the aside, having already figured from the vibrations that Teresa was a telekinetic, and who was Karen to make it harder for the tinier one to get a good shot at the creep's face? After all, everyone had gathered here to become chasers. They all should have the ability to defend themselves to a certain extent.
On that topic about everyone, it looked like three out of the five newcomers already knew each other. She looked at her perceived ally-in-loneliness, Zern, for just a little bit. If their eyes met, she'd offer a smile in camaraderie before she looked away and back at the group. The shadow user was the only one Karen had her doubts about, but if she were to trust what he had just said, then it looked like he, too, was here for the same reason she was. He wanted to become a chaser, and while his personality and reasons didn't sit well with her, Karen was in no position to say otherwise. If the bad guy wanted to help the good guys, then... she would probably be best off if she thought of the situation in a "keep your friends close but your enemies closer" kind of way.
Besides darkness dude, Karen felt like she could come to like the rest very much. Psychick reminded Karen of one of those tiny little chibi cartoon animals that try to act ferocious when provoked, which was cute. Of course, she didn't doubt that, unlike the chibi cartoon animals, psychick acting ferocious would actually be quite scary. Aquaman seemed chill and all around cool. She could definitely relate to wanting to skip class to go surfing. Although, she would never actually do so herself. Lastly, the one who she didn't know much about. He and her seemed like they at least shared the opinion that darkness dude was kind of creepy. That was something.
<So psychick, darkness dude, and aquaman. Don't know who the fourth is. On the couch is the sleeping president, and ah. That's the club manager,> Karen ticked off mentally.
It was about now that the club manager walked in, smiling pleasantly to all before undergoing a scary sudden change as she handled the lackadaisical president. Karen might not have known what the difference between manager and president was, but if the president was like this all the time, then she could definitely see why the club would need a manager position. She sympathetically winced a little when the president fell, but didn't forget to give a wavering but grateful, "Thank you for the help, Viola," as the mentioned left to do whatever it was she needed to do. Likewise, Karen was quick to offer a beaming smile when it was her turn to be introduced. Needless to say, any and all high-fives and fist bumps were recipocrated and a, "Yes, I hope so too," was said in agreement to the president's last line.
That wasn't all Karen said, though. She turned to the trio that seemed to quite obviously know each other and pressed three fingers from each hand together to visually represent her question, "So... Teresa, Addision, and Alexander, right? Hi. I'm Karen. I can sort of guess from what I've heard, but do you mind if I ask what's the deal between the three of you?".
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Post by Harbringer of Insanity on Jul 22, 2017 20:24:35 GMT
Teresa mentally winces as Alexander starts doing his freaky shadow thing and drags a chair through the room, though she was honestly expecting a stunt like this, so she was mentally prepared. Ironically, thanks to the git's constant torment the previous year, she had grown remarkably... accustomed to his tricks, and most of the times that it would cause her stress was when he sprung up at her unexpectedly. Whenever she'd gotten the chance to prepare for it, she had been mostly fine.
As such, Crane's next trick didn't bother her too much, and as the room started growing dimmer, she quietly began one of the breathing exercises Mr. Jonz had taught her, though - surprising for Crane's usual trickery - the room didn't become too dark, really.
As a result of all this, Teresa doesn't really react at all to Alexander, by now deciding ignoring him would probably work best. Instead, she focused on the interaction between Addi, Clover and Viola, sighing for a moment while shaking her head at Clover's demeanor. It's really for the best Viola's part of this as well... Means at least something's getting done... When Clover approached her, arm outstretched for a fist bump, she stares at him unblinkingly for a few moments, before, somewhat reluctantly and definitively awkwardly, reciprocating the gesture.
She finally turns to the other girl, smiling slightly. "Nice to meet you Karen. Yes, we do know eachother. Addi and I" - she points to the surfer - "Are in the same class. Meanwhile, Crane" - she offhandedly waves her hand in his direction, not bothering to look at him - "seems to find a perverse pleasure in tormenting innocent people with his powers."
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Post by JPThunda on Jul 22, 2017 20:39:46 GMT
Alexander looked toward the door when he heard footsteps and met Viola's stern look with a knowing grin. He let out an exaggerated sigh as she continued on her way, though, and withdrew the shadows gathering in the room. The room very suddenly returned to its brighter state.
He watched the exchange between Viola and Clover with intrigue. Alexander liked her attitude. She had spirit. When Clover started to rattle off person by person, Alexander fixed his gaze on him, waiting for his name to be brought up.
"Yes, well, I suppose that makes three of us," he said with a grin, nodding toward Teresa, "and yet here I am." When Clover walked around, Alexander gave him a fist bump. He was really more of a handshake guy, but given the circumstances he could make an exception. "Yes, lots and lots of fun indeed."
He looked over at the other girl--Karen--and gave her his attention as he sized her up. "Hi Karen," he said, mimicing a class of children greeting a new student far more loudly, and obnoxiously, than he really needed to in the small classroom. He waited for Teresa to finish before addressing the question at hand.
"What's my deal? Karen, sweetheart, my deal is whatever I feel like doing for a little fun. Some people just don't seem to appreciate that though," he opined.
He turned his gaze toward Teresa, pointing at her. The tip of his white, gloved finger lit with what looked like a black, shadowy flame. "Oh come now Teresa, that's a bit of a double standard, don't you think? You get to use your powers to make your day easier, but I can't do the same with mine, hmm?," he asked, pointing his finger at the floating staff, spinning his finger in a circular motion. As he did so it left dark streaks in the air. He still had a wide grin on his face.
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Post by Harbringer of Insanity on Jul 22, 2017 20:55:18 GMT
Teresa finally turns to Crane as he speaks, an eyebrow raised, head tilted slightly. "I suppose that isn't really fair, no. I imagine it would be rather difficult for you to torment innocent people without your powers, after all." She smiles sweetly. "You do need every help you're gonna get with that, and it seems to be the only thing you actually care about." She's still smiling, silently thanking both Jonz and Reilly for helping her develop her focus and mental strength.
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Post by headlesskoko on Jul 22, 2017 21:14:08 GMT
Sparks were flying. Neither Teresa nor Alexander was a firebringer, but Karen could swear that she could feel the heat coming from their exchanged words. From what she could understand, Teresa had been a target of Alexander's little pranks, meaning something about her made her a juicy target for his entertainment. As for Alexander, well, he was just a jerk. He had no care for how others felt. Selfish was a mundane way of putting it. What else could it be called? Sociopath? Was that right?
Whatever the name, it was going to be a problem. Not one to hide her thoughts and opinions, Karen stated outright, "Well then, Alexander, I think I'm going to have a problem with your deal as well as your reason for joining the chasers if it's simply to go about having fun without the punishment, but far be it from me to say what should be allowed as a reason to become a chaser. I just hope that I'm not going to be forced to work with you just because we happen to be joining at the same time. I don't think we'll be able to get along very well." Her eyes narrowed and her head sunk into her scarf. She felt kind of bad being so, well, antagonistic to someone right off the bat, but everything she said was true. He creeped her out and his motives clashed with her ideal image of a chaser. She was old enough to know that it was a rare, maybe even nonexistent, chaser that matched her ideals to a "T," but she still clung to it as a hope and goal.
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Post by JPThunda on Jul 22, 2017 21:52:26 GMT
"Oh don't worry yourself on my accou t, Teresa dear, I care about a great many things, and not all of them involve turning down the lights," Alexander said lazily. "Perhaps I'll introduce you to some of my other hobbies sometime," he offered tantalizingly. Without waiting for a response he moved on.
"Now, Karen, sweetheart, that really sounds like it's more of a you problem than it has anything to do with me," he said in his usual sarcastic tone. "I didn't come here to make friends, and I really don't care if you approve of me or not," he said flippantly, "because you see, Karen, I'm not here for you. I'm here for me," he said, a glint in his eyes. As he did the shadow beneath him began to shift and grow, taking on the form of a raven with three glowing red eyes.
"I'm here to engage in a few...extra-curricular activities," he said, and the raven beneath him screeched soundlessly, "to stretch my wings, as it were," he added, spreading his arms. The shadow raven did the same, flapping its wings, sending shadowy feather skidding across the floor. "I'm here for the thrill of the Chase," he said in a more predatory tone, "and if you don't like that...tough," he said dismissively. As he brought his arms back to rest on his chest, steepling his fingers, the shadow raven on the floor draped its wings around itself, shrinking back down to a normal shadow.
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