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[roman]

EᒪIᔕE ᕼᗩYᒪE
demigoddess ➝ wisdom, war, and the crafts ➝ with - silia ➝ x

elise smiled slyly.
"you remind me of your father. you act exactly like him," she said thoughtfully.
she tilted her head to the right slightly in confusion, and slightly in intrigue. her mother was excellent friends with ares. I mean, come on, they were both gods of war. she knew that she was cracking his shell, whether he liked to admit it or not. she wasn't a greenhorn. she was rather experienced with things like this. she arched her eyebrow as she crossed her arms.
"you know kid, I think I've got you figured out."

[hakuna matata;;]

-- @Flamie, please post all ooc on this thread, as was specified in the rules.
unfortunately, the dark arts teacher position has already been filled. however, there are plenty of other positions open that we would love to have you in. c:

ｓｋｙｌａｒ.
shifter • tagged centralia • ooc n/a • x

"Slow?" Skylar scoffed, placing her hands on her hips as a playful smirk adorned her lips, "I think you're in denial." She teased in return, chuckling as she relaxed, running a hand through her hair as the conversation commenced.
"I've been..." Skylar trailed off, allowing her eyes to flicker to the side. She had visited her mother and step-father over the break, and that had ended up being something.. She would rather avoid. She knew Centralia knew of her history, so Skylar simply shrugged, returning to her witty demeanor, "Fine. What about yourself? Your adventures with that friend of yours?" She asked, referencing the dragon friend of Centralia's.

[roman]

ᑕEᑎTᖇᗩᒪIᗩ ᒍᗩᗰEᔕ-ᕼᗩYᒪE
centaur ➝ mage | weapon capability ➝ with - skylar➝ x

tali laughed alongside skylar. it had been so long. she had missed this, skylar was her only friend close enough to tease like this. centralia noticed skylar's uneasy attitude. rather than exploring why, which she knew would end up unpleasantly, she ventured into her "far-from-vacation". her heart sunk in her chest as she recalled the death of her friend, and near death of herself and her dragon. she fought back tears as a lump grew in her throat.
"it was a disaster. no matter what I did, it seemed my foe was one step ahead," she choked.
taking a deep breath, she changed the subject.
"but, I did get my..." her voice trailed off as she released an uneasy cough. "true form back."
her mind traveled back to the beginning of the past year. how even her form was a lie set up my therian. and even her second, more ghostly form was fake. but the du weldenvarden forest elves helped restore her original form. along with the memories of her adopted mother elise. why the headmistress asked her to keep that fact a secret, was a mystery associated with feelings of slight hurt. tali cleared her mind with a few quick consecutive blinks.
"hey, did you get that letter of mine? I assume you did?"

[miss kobayashi]

✘silia ✘demi-god ✘tags;; headmistress hayle

Silia grunted with amusement. Just like his father? The demi-god couldn't help but roll his eyes. However, the Headmistress continued. Figured out? What was that supposed to mean? He frowned, leaning against the nearest wall. "I couldn't help but notice you're irritably nosey." Silia retorted. Yikes, that came out wrong, she's still the Headmistress. Oh well, might as well go along with what she was saying.
"So, shoot. What did you figure out?"

[FaerieBoy]

Mood - Bored | Location - Her classroom | Tag(s) - Raz
Wobble wobble. That was how she had always walked, in a sort of stumble shuffle. No one seemed to notice, which disappointed the girl, but she kept doing it because, honestly, she couldn't stop it. This girl's name, was Kuro Saiko. At the age of sixteen, she had become the dark arts teacher for a prestigious academy for creatures of all shapes and forms. "It's so boring if no one talks to me, or makes any faces..." The young female whined, swinging her arms, or more sleeves, seeing how you couldn't even see her fingertips. She stuck out her tongue, tightening her eyes as she silently begged for something interesting to happen. "If the entire school year is like this, I'm going to die of boredom before the week is over... Or maybe today, heh, we may never know..." A moment later, the girl remembered no one was paying attention to her, making her groan, unhappily. She sat herself down in the turny chair, her top-half splayed across her desk, and her legs crossed on the head of the chair. "Ugh... I'm hungry. I wonder if the cafeteria is open... Maybe I can curse the cafeteria ladies! Oh wait, I'm not supposed to curse anyone... UGH." She whined loudly, flopping back down on the desk.

[Todd.]

☠ GRIM REAPER ☠
━━━━━━━━━━
тaĸe мe ι'м alιve
never waѕ a вoy wιтн a wιcĸed мιnd
Raz, Hel's Son
☠ crυѕн » -
☠ ѕтaтυѕ » -
☠ тagged » Kuro.
☠ locaтιon » Classroom.
☠ OOC: -
мale | age? | panѕeхυal |deмι god
вυт everyтнιng looĸѕ вeттer
wнen тнe ѕυn goeѕ down...
━━━━━━━━━━

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And what was him doing there again anyway? Raz did have better things to do, like working, however a part of him, who was childish and human enough, imagined he needed this kind of social interaction as much as the entity himself hated the idea. - There is absolutely nothing to do within this freaking place... why the heck did I come? - He huffed, mumbling a few profanities after his breath as he walked down the hall, probably heading towards his room, stopping by one of the classrooms. According to his schedule, he would have Dark Arts in this room on the next day and yet... he snorted. He probably would skip it. Probably would skip everything unless something interesting went on. He pushed the door open, and before glancing around the room he actually ended up simply staring at the smaller figure in there, raising an eyebrow. - Oh, really? This can just be a joke... hey, you. Are you the teacher? - He questioned the being with sleeves longer than their arms.

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[FaerieBoy]

Mood - Bored | Location - Her classroom | Tag(s) - Raz
Kuro's head flew with such force, the rollie chair slipped away from her feet, and her head hit the floor. "That hurt..." She mumbled before she remembered there was someone here. She then clapped her hands together, after she pulled herself up. "This is so much fun! Yes, I am the dark arts teacher! Hey, would it be too obvious if I cursed the lunch ladies to speak in gibberish, or brought up civil war heroes from the dead?" She questioned, curious scarlet eyes watching the male.

[Todd.]

☠ GRIM REAPER ☠
━━━━━━━━━━
тaĸe мe ι'м alιve
never waѕ a вoy wιтн a wιcĸed мιnd
Raz, Hel's Son
☠ crυѕн » -
☠ ѕтaтυѕ » -
☠ тagged » Kuro.
☠ locaтιon » Classroom.
☠ OOC: -
мale | age? | panѕeхυal |deмι god
вυт everyтнιng looĸѕ вeттer
wнen тнe ѕυn goeѕ down...
━━━━━━━━━━

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- Oh my... sweet mother... - He breathed out, raising an eyebrow at the girl's talk and holding back a laugh. - It would look like a child cursed them if you did something like that. - It would be fun, nonetheless, the thing is that he never expected such a childish personality for a Dark Arts teacher, much less to one that attended this school in particular.

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[FaerieBoy]

Mood - Bored | Location - Her classroom | Tag(s) - Raz
"Technically I'm not hurting anyone. Except maybe the civil war heroes... Why does everything have to be so boring...?!" Kuro whined as she pulled herself to sit on the head of the chair, her feet where she should have been sitting. "So what's your name?"

[Todd.]

☠ GRIM REAPER ☠
━━━━━━━━━━
тaĸe мe ι'м alιve
never waѕ a вoy wιтн a wιcĸed мιnd
Raz, Hel's Son
☠ crυѕн » -
☠ ѕтaтυѕ » -
☠ тagged » Kuro.
☠ locaтιon » Classroom.
☠ OOC: -
мale | age? | panѕeхυal |deмι god
вυт everyтнιng looĸѕ вeттer
wнen тнe ѕυn goeѕ down...
━━━━━━━━━━

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The young male raised an eyebrow at her words, obviously amused by what she had to say before slightly frowning, tapping his chin. - Not really. If they're dead and you bring them back they don't actually feel anything... Like, sensitive organs and alike are probably screwed up so they can't sense anyway... Plus, brains deteriorate quite fast. The only thing indeed hurting would be whoever's is close noses.- He said quietly, still thinking about the subject. Most of the times, things that were related to pain were also souls, and those he believed were down below withing his mother's helm, and as far as he knew getting a soul from there wasn't that easy, sending them in though was a pretty different story. - My name is a secret. For that reason I am known as Raz. - He answered. The true meaning of his name was indeed 'secret', Raz, coming from the old Aramaic as he remembered. Something common for reapers like himself. A secret name to hide their true one, which most of the times they never remembered.

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