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Post by demonfire on Aug 9, 2007 19:16:51 GMT -5
Brandon was dumped out of the car in his robes on to the dock of the lake. "Wow, so this is Twilight Moon Academy, I must say I was expecting something more like a castle, but teaching in a lake works!" he said, speaking to the Box Goblin at his side that was carrying the boxes and boxes of useless items: random rocks, splintered wood, nails, rusty spoons, and other strange objects someone would wonder why he had them in the first.
"Yes, me guess it work," the Box Goblin at his side said. It seemed to wear a cardboard hat with big, droopy eyes and a huge nose. It didn't wear any shoes, and little green feet walked on the cold ground. It seemed to wear a pillow sheet as a shirt and pant combo with cuts in the sides for arms and one at the top for a head, and a rope around the waist to tie down the pillow sheet.
"You can put down the boxes now," Brandon said, and then the Box Goblin dropped three boxes full of junk that seemed to be floating in mid-air. "I wonder where the dorms are in a lake Academy..."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 10, 2007 19:42:58 GMT -5
A figure sat atop a telephone pole, he was clad in all black, his jacket rippled in the breeze that came off the water as his emerald eyes examined his student, oddly enough... his eyes didn't have any whites and thier centers were but narrow slits of black in the sharp, bright green. The stranger sat on his 'perch', crouched with a lighter in his hand as he sparked it a few times out of sheer boredom. "Weird kid..." he muttered to himself with a smirk to reveal his sharp canine teeth which glittered slightly from the short bursts of light from the small lighter in his hands. Believe it or not his hair was mottled with different colors, as were the ears atop his cranium. Tan, white, and black hairs hung in his vision, rustling in the wind, as did the tail which protruded from his rump and hung limply behind him. "I hate kids..." he added to his previous statement before he jumped from where he sat and landed noislessly on the docks.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 10, 2007 19:53:48 GMT -5
"Wait, did you hear someone talking? Maybe it was 'them'?" he asked his Box Goblin who was now planted by his side, "Me doubts it," he mumbled to himself. Brandon anxiously looked over his shoulder to see the 'person' behind him; a single bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. "AH! It's 'them', my parents were right!" Brandon immediately began to run in a mad circle around around his Box Goblin, "It no 'them'! Me think that he get you to school!" The sentence said grammatically incorrect by his goblin made him slow down and eventually stop, and then speed-walking to the man and whisper to him, "Are you one of 'them'?" he asked before hurriedly scuttling back to his box goblin.
His hand slipped to grab the Sharpie Marker around his neck, ready to summon something if he responded yes.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 10, 2007 20:06:42 GMT -5
Perth glared at the kid, "Listen, idiot.... I don't know what this 'them' is... but if I have to kick your ass to make you calm down then The Academy won't be too happy... so shut the hell up." he pocketed the lighter but took special note of the large quantity of cardboard and wondered if he'd be believed if he said another one of his students spontaniously combusted, as far as he was concerned- it was worth a shot... then again... if he wasn't believed... then he'd be in deep shit. His tail swayed back and forth as he contemplated the whole idea of setting this Brandon kid on fire. His mottled feline ears swivveled about to pick up every single noise in the shipyards and he made sure he stay away from the water... as well as keep the stupid kid away from the water.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 10, 2007 20:16:15 GMT -5
"A likely story," he said, cautiously eying the strange man. "BUT, I know that only those who don't know about 'them', or claim to not, are part of 'them'! And how do you explain the tail? Hmm?" He asked this, and towards the end seemed to have an expression that said 'I have solved an even bigger mystery than Sherlock Holmes'.
The Box Goblin smacked himself in the face and began to rummage through the boxes of useless junk until he found probably the only useful thing in them. "Brandon, this teacher. Read Paper." He handed Brandon a piece of paper with stains all around the edges from braving a journey in the unknown contents of the box. "Oh...OH!" he said as his eyes scrolled down the letter. "Ok, so you're the Teacher sent to pick me up? Sorry bout that, it's just you have to be careful, you never know where 'they' are." After Brandon said this, he gave the piece of paper back to the Box Goblin, who in turn put it back in the box it found it in.
(Nekozawa: lol, only I can be paranoid about 'them' xDD! *Brandy/Mesh is now her best friend*
Brandon:We need more paranoid people worried about 'them' at this Academy!)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 10, 2007 20:40:55 GMT -5
"Oooookay then..." Perth took a few steps away from Brandon as if crazy was contagious, hand slipping back into his pocket to withdraw the lighter again, just in case. His long black jacket came to rest limply against his body as he looked accross the water, "and this isn't the school... it's accross the water..." he pointed into the fog where apparently in the general direction of Twilight Moon Academy. He paid no attention to the whole, 'OMFGx0rz YOU HAVE A TAIL' kinds of comments, because yeah- he had a tail, and no- there was nothing that could be done about it. Perth was a werecat, tails and such kinda came with the territory.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 10, 2007 20:52:27 GMT -5
"A LIGHTER!" Brandon screamed as he recoiled back behind his Goblin, "Come on Rug, Come on Rug!" he anxiously whispered while hunched over his Sharpie Marker. The marker glowed for a moment, and in a puff of smoke out came another goblin, this one had a big hole in the side of the bedsheet where a pocket could be, and in the hole, instead of green skin was darkness. "Meh, close enough, GET THE LIGHTER POCKET!" he frantically screamed. The goblin ran up to the stranger and took the lighter, stuffing it down its pocket of infiniteness. "You..could...have given...me a... heart attack," he said, taking deep breaths in-between words. "So, how do we get across to this Academy?" he asked, now with two goblins, each on either side of him.
"Got a snack in there Pocket?" Brandon asked, and the goblin shoved its hand into the dark pocket, and pulled out a ham sandwich. "Sandwich?" the goblin curiously asked holding the ham sandwich to Brandon. "Mmmm, ham, my favorite!" He snatched up the sandwich and began to greedily eat it in front of the Teacher's face.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 10, 2007 21:07:11 GMT -5
Perth narrowed his eyes, "I don't take kindly to thieves... give me my lighter back." He said, calmly enough, his fingernails darkened and grew longer, sharper- like claws and he heald his hand out for his lighter back. His ears were laid flat against his skull with annoyance as he looked at the goblins, obviously not too terribly impressed with it. His tail and ears twitched irritably as he stood there, awaiting the return of his lighter before he was to take his student anywhere.
In the back of his mind he asked himself, "Why me?"
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Post by demonfire on Aug 10, 2007 21:15:13 GMT -5
"Promise not to use it and I'll give it back, on second thought, just don't kill me," Brandon said with a fearful tone in his voice in the second part of the sentence. "Pocket! Lighter Por Favor!" he said to his goblin with a mouthful of ham sandwich. The goblin with the hole took out the lighter from the pocket and placed it in Brandon's empty hand. "That will be all. And compliment which ever one of you goblins made the sandwich, it's delicious!" The goblin gave a simple nod and said, "I made sandwich. Thank," and in a puff of smoke the Cabinet Goblin vanished, leaving the group again with three, him, the cat-teacher, and Box. "Now, can we proceed to the school?" he asked, eager to get this journey with the crazy teacher over with.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 10, 2007 21:33:01 GMT -5
Perth nodded, but gave no thanks other than that for the return of his lighter and he placed it back in his pocket, "Right this way, then...." He turned around as he headed down along the docks, eyes looking for a ship silently. His tail limp, reaching to his calves as he walked and his calico ears continued to swivvle about restlessly. His facial expression wasn't exceedingly happy, nor was it exceedingly angry, more so just vaguely annoyed. He hated kids- why was he a teacher, then? Because he got free food and a place to stay... otherwise he would probably have ended up being a hobo or something, he didn't really care- this place was just the best option he had at the moment, when you work for a school you get to purchase clothes so you don't look like a dead rat all the time... and the horrid smells that hobos always seemed to give off really bothered him.
(There you go Brandon... atlease one comment about the possibility of Perth being a hobo... even though he isn't.)
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Post by demonfire on Aug 10, 2007 21:41:00 GMT -5
((I KNEW he was a hobo badboy greaser! I knew it!))
Brandon broke out into a horrible note, starting off some horrid song that could only be devised through the mind of the crazy, "Row, Row, Row your boat, gently down the stream! Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, life is but a dream!" The box goblin, who had been dubbed 'Box' smacked his head again, it was a wonder why there was no huge red mark there, just thank God for fast metabolisms. He began tapping his staff, which was really just a broomstick, on the dock completely off beat as possible, when he was finished, he asked, "Sooooooo, what your name? I'm Brandon Salvatore!" A huge smile seemed to encompass his face.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 10, 2007 22:02:37 GMT -5
"My name shouldn't concern you- you may call me Teacher, or Master. Whichever one appeases you the most, Brandon." He said, sarcasm hung heavy in his tone as he walked, stopping at a motorboat, yes... it was a motorboat because that be how Perth rolls. Written on the side with smooth blue letters it read 'Solstice' and he climbed into the boat, "Come on, Brandon..." He said as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a key and slipped it into the ignition and turned his motorboat on, the engine rather quiet- believe it or not. Yes, he was a werecat with a motorboat, you have problems with that then sadly you'd have to DEAL.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 10, 2007 22:10:12 GMT -5
((Brandon doesn't follow the choices given, that's how he rolls))
"Ok, I'll call you Catman! Seeing as you're part cat with the claws and eyes and tail and the ears," he said with a tone that seemed to not pick up on the sarcasm. "Box! Get the boxes on the boat please!" he yelled to Box still standing on the dock while Brandon boarded the boat. The boxes once again seemed to float in mid-air, controlled by the goblin that was standing behind them. Box hurried onto the boat and then dropped the boxes in the back of the boat. Brandon got up on a seat, with his left leg on the top and right on the cushion, and his right hand pointed forward with his left on his hip, "To the Academy!" he yelled. The box goblin smacked itself on the head again, it was a wonder why its skull wasn't broken.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 10, 2007 22:33:22 GMT -5
"Well... we're going to have to make a schedule for your classes while we still can- I wanna get this done and over with as soon as possible. Choose one of the following: Music, History, or Potionry, now choose one from this group- Holy, Flare, or Summoning, Lastly choose either Dragoon, Samurai, or thievery... if you don't mind- I'll be signing you up for Survival because if we have any luck you'll die in your first class." The boat moved swiftly accross the water and Perth said nothing more, making no movements other than his hands on the steering wheel since... well... it would be a shame for Perth to get wet, he wasn't to fond of water...
He then wondered why the 'box goblin' or whatever it was followed this Brandon person around so much.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 11, 2007 6:12:50 GMT -5
"Hmm, tough choices Catman, tough choices indeed. How about Music, Then Summoning, wait, too easy, Holy, no, I choose Holy! That's a new one for me! And last I'll take Samurai," he said with an excited tone in his voice. "What did you mean I would die in my first class? As long as I have Box here, I am impervious!" Brandon put his arms on his hips in a Superman-like way while he said it.
Box seemed to doze off while on the boat. You could only handle so much craziness without sleep, and he desperately needed it. Brandon annoyingly asked 'Catman',"Are we there yet?" over and over again wanting the answer to be yes already. He amused himself by twiddling his fingers while he waited for an answer.
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