Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 18, 2016 23:14:55 GMT -5
Piper laughed aloud at that, finding the phrase genuinely funny. He was never called 'handsome' or 'important' by anyone other than his parents, and they hardly counted. But perhaps that was his own fault, for staying out of the way. Raising an eyebrow down at Alessandra, he returned her gesture with a tiny smirk. As ridiculous as it was, he would pry at least a shrivel of pride for himself from the flirting. "Uh, how about literally everyone? Except for you, apparently," he winked, amusement slowly falling from his face as he shouldered his way into the lighthouse, holding the door open with his hand as he appraised the crowd. A shiver tickled his spine at the thought of eyes on him, but he stepped into the dimly-lit room and stood off by one of the walls, gesturing for Class B to come to him with a wave of his hand.
Wisteria gathered with the rest of Class A, arms across her chest and appraising the crowd with a calm look. She knew exactly what she'd done, and didn't feel an ounce of guilt about it. It simply wasn't worth the risk to face the ambush of monsters, especially considering her specialty was in long-range, back of the line fighting. With Fiona in the fray and the mutts from Class B, she doubted she needed to lift a finger. Her attention shifted when Piper walked through the door, and she shot her brother a frown staring at him and his disheveled appearance, but said nothing.
Stile flinched slightly at Seven's hand on his face, mostly out of surprise, especially considering this was a Class A boy caring about whether or not he was hurt. It didn't settle well with him, but he swallowed his protests as Seven dabbed at his wound, gritting his teeth at the pain. He was a tough guy, duh. "I didn't get bit, it's just from gunfire," he insisted, grabbing Seven's wrist once they approached the door, pushing his hand away, eyes staring at literally anything and everything but him. "I'm fine, really. Thanks..."
Risher smiled around the apple in his mouth, taking a loud crunchy bite out of it as he swung his leg back and forth, back pressed the the trunk of the tree he had climbed. He was a little bit disappointed to find no corpses littered across the stream-bed in front of him, having been perhaps a little too hopeful to see Class A goons turned into a pulpy mess, but this was merely the start of something good. Was a shame that the big one died, though. It had taken quite a bit of coaxing on his part to get her to come out. He puffed a sigh, chewing on the last bit of the fruit before holding the core out, dangling it high above the ground below him. The tree's shadow stretched and yawned; dark and darker, until it seemed to split up from the ground. The amalgamation extended itself until it had hands, mouths, teeth, claws. He dropped the apple core into it and watched it disappear with a ravenous snap. Risher smirked and pushed himself to his feet atop the branch he'd perched on, twisting his torso once, twice, enough to stretch. "What a lovely day," he remarked, before hopping down from the tree and stepping over the frozen stream, the shadow following in his wake.
Wisteria gathered with the rest of Class A, arms across her chest and appraising the crowd with a calm look. She knew exactly what she'd done, and didn't feel an ounce of guilt about it. It simply wasn't worth the risk to face the ambush of monsters, especially considering her specialty was in long-range, back of the line fighting. With Fiona in the fray and the mutts from Class B, she doubted she needed to lift a finger. Her attention shifted when Piper walked through the door, and she shot her brother a frown staring at him and his disheveled appearance, but said nothing.
Stile flinched slightly at Seven's hand on his face, mostly out of surprise, especially considering this was a Class A boy caring about whether or not he was hurt. It didn't settle well with him, but he swallowed his protests as Seven dabbed at his wound, gritting his teeth at the pain. He was a tough guy, duh. "I didn't get bit, it's just from gunfire," he insisted, grabbing Seven's wrist once they approached the door, pushing his hand away, eyes staring at literally anything and everything but him. "I'm fine, really. Thanks..."
Risher smiled around the apple in his mouth, taking a loud crunchy bite out of it as he swung his leg back and forth, back pressed the the trunk of the tree he had climbed. He was a little bit disappointed to find no corpses littered across the stream-bed in front of him, having been perhaps a little too hopeful to see Class A goons turned into a pulpy mess, but this was merely the start of something good. Was a shame that the big one died, though. It had taken quite a bit of coaxing on his part to get her to come out. He puffed a sigh, chewing on the last bit of the fruit before holding the core out, dangling it high above the ground below him. The tree's shadow stretched and yawned; dark and darker, until it seemed to split up from the ground. The amalgamation extended itself until it had hands, mouths, teeth, claws. He dropped the apple core into it and watched it disappear with a ravenous snap. Risher smirked and pushed himself to his feet atop the branch he'd perched on, twisting his torso once, twice, enough to stretch. "What a lovely day," he remarked, before hopping down from the tree and stepping over the frozen stream, the shadow following in his wake.