"Nothing important as I was hoping for. Just a new kid." He spoke, walking to the classroom. He paused and turned "Come, or you'll be in trouble." He emphasized the "you" in that sentence.
ooc: lol, yea. I don't usually get enemies that fast :P
Seras turned his head a slight bit, grabbing Tsuki's arm and pressing her against the wall with him, he put a finger to her lips, signalling her to hush.
Seras went by a coke machine, instead of the restroom, tossing in a dollar. As his Mountain Dew came out, he snapped the cap off, and began to drink. "First one to get hurt is... Daisuke, the obnoxious fool," he snickered, walking around the school. Seras was physically fit, his physique being based on speed and strategy. He awaited for a moment to knock Daisuke's light out. P.E.? Yea, around the track, that'll be descent... I think that fool needs to grow up, but what do I know? I'm just a loser! He cackled, finishing his lap around the school, heading back to class, tossing away his Mountain Dew on the way. He saw Gary and the Principal talking. He hid around the corner, listening to their conversation.
"Fool..." he whispered, his tone cold and grave as he continued out the door.
Caught in his book, he continued to read. He caught every word that the teacher spoke of, Egypt this, the great empire that, and so on. Like most ignorant people, Seras thought himself too good to do everything everyone else did, even as the transferred student. Enough of the class, he stood up "Sir, may I go to the restroom? I had a little too much tea." He asked cooly, already walking towards the door, his long coat whistling gently with his steps.
His amber-coloured eyes strayed away from his book for a few moments, eyeing the young woman who entered the class. With a shrug, he went back to his book, preparing for the scolding of the teacher to tell him things he already knew.
Coldly, Seras stepped into the history class room, his long silver hair dancing behind him, his coat billowing slightly with his straight, graceful steps, each one silent. He sat down, flipping open his book, and began to read, ignoring that Gary was his neighbour. What a nuisance...
name: Leon age: 19 picture: Shoulder length layered brown hair, amber-coloured eyes, 5'7, tight black pants and boots, long black duster, and a baggy black t-shirt. personality: Calm, collected bio: A lone wolf wanderer whose expertise is stealth and speed. He uses a diamond-edged katana. Ooc: Will that do?
OOC: Ah... damn x.x Alright, I'll pick Darkness. (Mostly because there are so many loopholes in that one '>.>) Thanks ^^ Walking to school, his thick white fur coat billowing in the soft morning wind, Seras ate his breakfast. A simple omelet, with extra cheese. In his other hand was a thermos, filled with hot tea. He felt an awry wind pass him, causing him to pause, the omelet still between his lips, his hand reaching for his book. The barbed crucifix around his neck scratched against his black t-shirt, ripping a small hole. He scratched his silver mane, continuing to walk, devouring the rest of his omelet. "How odd this morning is."
Ooc: I know I might be a bit late, but I'm bored and I noticed there aren't many bad guys (only one, but god o.O) Name: Seras Age: 16 Good\Evil: Evil Power: Darkness and Wind. He can easily create things out of them. pic: History: Not much is known. He enjoys to read, and is extremely quiet. As a transferred student, he keeps to himself. His attitude is cool and mellow towards many, and is only a man of few words. He's polite, but can really give a rat's ass about anything. "Tea, with 9 cubes, please."
His ears twitched, hearing every word. "Look at it this way, Alaric, if you didn't have more people with you, you would all be dead already." He inquired coldly, his voice having an undeniable edge in it. He continued to walk ahead of them. "Another soul is required, I guess..." he lamented.
"I would kill you, I trust that young man, but if I did, you would have no soul to return..." he whispered, passing them by, holding his soul-eating blade in his left fist. The folds of his cloak danced. "I know it would've been hard." he cracked a smile as the mask retracted into nothingness, revealing his young, handsome face.
Ooc: I'm off to bed, Sorry :( His green orbs darted to the front, looking into the burrow of trees. He saw a shadow, which then magnified into a visual character. With a shake of his head, he ignored Tegoshi. Right hand upon his left hip, he prepared for any sudden movements, his visage calm. A black, languid liquid clambered up upon his face, hiding it from the bridge of the nose down, filtering the air for him to breathe. But it needed sustenance in order to survive... His sharp, pointed ears twitched at every sound, the resonance echoing in his head. He remembered the sound of an old, broken wing... He shuddered.
Subconsciously, he casted back the cowl, his eyes closed. His snow white hair whipped in the back, his bangs fluttering down, hiding his bone-bleached face. His perfectly shaped head tilted side ways, his perfect face radiating in the sunlight. His black lips were thin, forming a frown. His black lids fluttered open, revealing two, pupil-less orbs of green light. "That I do, Aveum." He whispered. He stared at Alaric and Sharix, his frown turned into a smile.
Ooc: I agree, Xephos needs more attention. "How sad that I am only here until the quest is over. Revivia Chatteau will most likely be my new home," he replied to Aveum, his musical accent heavy with guilt. "I belong to be lost, that I do."
Sessamaru stared at Alaric's hand, seeing it twitch. Shrugging away the troublesome twitch, he continued to walk, tossing the crimson silk hankerchief back into the secret pocket of his cloak.
Ooc: Thank you. Yeah, I'm just joining Alaric, Xephos was stressed... Yeah. Nothing actually happened o.o Oh! Also, Tegoshi is still alive.
The green-eyed albino followed, his steps strong and silent, as if he were gliding. His steps were quick, and the cowl of his cloak hid his face in perpectual shadow.
Sessamaru turned to Alaric as he regained his composure, his voice soft and curious "When shall we leave again? I'm sorry about my dilemna for delaying our movements."
