Swaggering into the Twiglight

[The Baron Samedi]

Samedi sat cross legged in a rickety wooden chair placed next to an equally worn wooden table in the Ghost Ships interior, just under the deck he could he hear the various sailors and future students scurrying about just above him. He was wearing his white suit and hat, his cane was leaned up against the wall beside him and a briefcase containing his other suit, sneakers, and his supply of chewing tobacco, cigars and rum, was just under the table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tin of chewing tobacco, he scooped out a thick chaw with his index finger and placed it in his mouth, between his gums and lip on the right side of his mouth, he took out his finger as the tobacco juices began to come out of the chaw and into his mouth, he spit it out to his left on the ground. He then coolly took a cigar and a pack of matches out of the pocket on the inside left side of his blazer, he placed the cigar in his mouth and lit it, puffing at it until its tip began glowing orange and bellowed a puff of smoke. He inhaled a cloud of the smoke, took the cigar out of his mouth and blew a smoke ring into the air, and then spitting the tobacco juices through the hole in the ring, he smiled, his accuracy was still pretty good. He then flicked the cigar against his index finger causing some ash to fall to the ground and returned the cigar to his mouth.
Only a few minutes later the ship had docked at its destination, he spat the last of the tobacco juice and the chaw onto the ground, then took the cigar and pounded the tip into the table until the orange glow went out, leaving a large burn mark, he then reached into the inside right pocket of his blazer and pulled out a flask, filled with rum, he unscrewed the cap and took a quick swig which he sloshed around his mouth and spat out to get rid of any remaining tobacco juice, he then took a longer swig, this time swallowing, he then re-screwed the cap and returned the flask to its place. Finally, Samedi calmly reached over and grabbed his cane in his right hand, and his briefcase in the left and stood up. He then swaggered to and up the steps back up to the deck. As he surfaced he stopped and leaned on his cane, watching as the students crowded up to the narrow exit off the ship and onto the dock. He looked into the sky, night had fallen and a full moon was out, he then looked back down at the crowd who was still struggling to get past the narrow exit, he then and arrogantly said under his breath, “Mortals…”

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"You're not too terribly up on your own high graces, now aren't you?" Came an amused chuckle as if Samedi was no more than just another unlearned being on their way to Twilight Moon Academy. The stranger was a tall person with broad shoulders and calm brown eyes that gathered information quickly, he appeared formidable as anything in all honesty. A pair of horns protruded from his skull at a back angle. He was dressed comfortably in robes travelling to his feet so it was impossible to tell if he had any sort of foot covering on, like shoes. "Come on." he ordered, seeming to not want to waste time with any formal introductions, either that or he didn't see a reason to- either because of some kind of information on Samedi's character or perhaps he simply already knew Samedi's name and didn't think it was necessary to introduce himself. He kind of wanted to get his student to Twilight Moon Academy and be done with it.

[The Baron Samedi]

Samedi looked at the stranger out of the corner of his eye, the stranger was special in almost no way apart from the horns protruding from his skull. Samedi then placed his briefcase down on the ground reached into his right inside blazer pocket and took out his flask he took a quick swig of rum and returned the flask to his pocket. He then picked up his briefcase and nonchalantly turned to face the stranger. He then calmly said, "And who are you to order around the Baron? The Baron doesn't appreciate that, so he's a-gonna wait here until you give him the respect he deserves." He then gave an arrogant smirk. He waited to gauge the strangers reaction this would allow him to see what the boundaries of his brand of fun would be, plus quite honestly being cooped up on that boat he was itching for a fight.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

((I love it when I win...))

"And who are you to stand up to the king?" He gave a little smile, obviously there were reasons why he was given this student. There was a smirk on his face and he patted Samedi on the head lightly before turning to walk, though pausing before he took any steps, expecting Samedi to show some kind of sign that he intended to follow. It was pure and simple politics really, Makashi outranked Samedi and so Makashi got more say in what happened and what was appropriate. "So are you going to get going or what? I don't have all day to wait for you to decide when you want to arrive at Twilight Moon Academy." Normally Makashi wasn't so much of a pain but he preferred to asses a student when he met them and he already figured that this Samedi would take some dealing with before he was anywhere near tolerable... although there would always be the irritation of tobacco and alcohol, the whiskey didn't bother him as much as the tobacco actually... but still, as far as he saw Samedi right now, he was simply some fool who thought it advantageous to throw out titles whenever he saw fit. Makashi doubted he ever bothered to earn the title he was given, people these days.

[The Baron Samedi]

Samedi maintained his nonchalant smile as the teacher attempted to mock him, "But the Baron is pretty sure a god is higher up than a king, but in his humility the Baron will allow you the illusion of superiority." He then swiveled effortlessly on his heels and swaggered forward, slowly, waiting for Makashi to walk ahead of him and lead the way.Suddenly a snarling, grumbling sound erupted from Samedi's stomach, he then calmly said, "By the way do you know anywhere where the Baron could make some food?" the Baron hadn't had anything to eat since the ship took off from Baton Rouge, "The Baron makes a dag um good jambalaya stew! Shoo-wee! I'm a-gettin hungry jus thinkin bout it."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Makashi held a smile when Samedi boasted about being a god, 'They're all so cocky these days, aren't they?' his thoughts were guarded so that Samedi would be unable to hear them even if he put all his effort into it. Makashi wasn't revealing all his cards to the child because there was no need to, and Samedi was just showing how foolish he was by letting his own information spill out of him like it was. "Surely a god would have had the foresight to carry food with him so he wouldn't get hungry." Makashi spoke with a tone of fake astonishment that 'The Baron' could be so careless. He reached into a small bag and withdrew a little parcel wrapped in brown paper closed with twine. "If you're hungry have some of this." he said, holding it out to Samedi as he started walking along the docks, his eyes looking out over the water, not even bothering to look Samedi in the eye as he spoke to him. "We'll need to make your class schedule before you reach Twilight Moon Academy." He said, moreso informing Samedi rather then saying that they had to get started on making the schedule. Makashi's student was disrespectful and so Samedi was someone who deserved little respect in return.

[The Baron Samedi]

The Baron looked at the brown bag wrapped in twine he poked it as it was held out to him, it felt hard and rigid and quite frankly not very appetizing, he then replied, "Well, a god like the Baron would also have the foresight to know that his Cajun food isn't very good unless its fresh off the pan or skillet," he then raised an eyebrow quizzically and said, "You can keep that, The Baron's sure he'll find some kinda kitchen later." He then began swaggering behind Makashi along the docks looking at the water and the various ships carrying students to the shore. He fluidly tossed his cane up into the air midstride catching it under his arm, he then reached into his inside blazer pocket pulling out his tin of chewing tobacco he then quickly pulled out a large chaw and packed it in his lip, spitting some tobacco juice of to the side into the waters of the dock, he then offered the tin to Makashi and asked, "Care for a chaw?" he then finally realized that there was a piece of information he didn't have, "By the way The Baron hasn't had the pleasure of your name."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Makashi re-pocketed the parcel when Samedi refused to accept it, not really minding much at all. The food that was offered probably wouldn't suit 'The Baron's' tastes anyways, it was more geared to wards the likings of an entirely different species of being. When he was asked his name of course there were two different options on what to respond with, he had a name that he assumed and used for everyday purposes and then there was his proper name that would reveal his status in the world. He figured that was unnecessary so he simply looked at the tobacco being offered, "No thank you, and you may call me Makashi if you see fit, your highness." there was sarcasm there, but it was likely that you would catch it only if you were keen when it came to that sort of thing. It was an odd kind of sarcasm, not a demeaning one and not one of mockery, it was just... odd and there was a sense about it that Makashi was well aware of something that Samedi was yet to figure out.

"Shall we get going so you can find a kitchen then?" he asked, obviously they weren't going to stop at any of the establishments along the length of the shipyards, a shame really because the people who worked them sold foods native to where they lived and it was a wonderful place to find authentic and delicious food. Makashi wasn't willing to make time for his student to put things simply.

[The Baron Samedi]

Samedi raised an eyebrow when Makashi responded, there was something obout the way he spoke that was... somehow off., but Samedi paid it no mind. He quickly replaced the tin and dropped the cane from his side, grasping its handle fluidly and continuing his stride. Samedi once again turned his head to the side spitting out tobacco juices into the waters. He then looked at Makashi and said, "Makashi, that seems nice," he looked to the side once again spitting into the water, he returned his gaze to Makashi and said, "You said something about having the Baron pick his classes?" The Baron had been wondering what kinds of classes this school offered, although learning things wasn't exactly his goal, he would need to learn how to adapt his godly powers to this limited mortal form, he thought turning his head this time spitting into a plant as they left the waterfront and began walking through the stores and restuarants, he continued "He assumes he needs to get this done before he gets a cookin'. What are his choices?" After he finished he turned his head to the side once again spitting into the foliage decorating the streets.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Every student takes Magic, Weaponry, Beastry, and Master Class." he looked down at the edge of the docks silently, his eyes not taking themselves off of it till he reached a spot with a white line of paint on it, he stopped there, "For your sixth period class you can choose Music, History, or Potionry." he said, "seventh is either: Holy, Flare, or Summoning, eighth is Dragoon, Samurai, or Thievery and ninth is Puppetmaster or Survival." Makashi then stepped out off the planks and stood in the air, looking back towards Samedi, expecting him to say what classes he wanted to have and to follow into the air and walk accross the water.

[The Baron Samedi]

Samedi began thinking about what classes he wanted to take, he enjoyed music, who didn't really and quite honestly it sounded more fun than history and potionry. He then pondered his second choice, he was between flare and summoning and after some thought he decided on flare, he figured that it would be easier to cook with a constant fire supply. His eighth choice was quite simple not because of his likes but by elimination, he had no desire to fly around on a dragon, or to become a common thief so he chose samurai. His final choice would probably his favorite class due to the fact that he learned a couple things about this subject while he was a god, puppetmaster he believed they called them voodoo dolls in the mortal world. Once he finished his thought process he once again spat to the side this time into water as they reemerged onto the docks, just as he was about to vocalize these decisions he stopped abruptly almost tipping over the edge as Makashi merely stepped onto nothing. Samedi raised an eyebrow quizzically, he outstretched his cane and tapped it at the air infront of the white paint, there were taps against the invisible boardwalk. He then swaggered onto the air and said, "Well Makashi, The Baron has chosen, Music, Flare, Samurai, and Puppetmaster," he then spat off to the side into the water looking at the water beneath his feet, "When are his first classes?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The walkway that Makashi walked across wasn't simply some kind of invisible boardwalk, it only existed if you believed it did, meaning that it wasn't even there to anyone who didn't know about it. Makashi continued walking, his feet noticeably not pressing against anything entirely solid as if he was balancing on poles with each step, sinking a little bit before he took a step up higher and continuing he pleasant little walk, from the way he walked it seemed that perhaps it was very easy on his feet. He looked back to see if Samedi was doing all right and it was apparent that Samedi hadn't fallen into the water which was probably best. When he turned to look ahead of him he was met by a face he was certainly not expecting.

"MAKASHI! I know some people might be excited over giving birth to the child of the god-king AGAIN! But not me, look what you did! This is the LAST TIME I give you ANYTHING for your 'birthday', you don't even have a birthday, Makashi! Seriously now, what the hell? Next time you ask for it, you're not getting ANY! Got that? Nothing!" She was a very angry young woman. Aqua blue Flames danced from her fingertips and her eyes were alight with fury, glaring at Makashi through her black hair. She was a rather attractive woman, a thin waist and large breasts, her face really pleasant too if it hadn't been for the anger that shone so obviously. She was dressed in a red and black dress that showed off the curve of her body, her movements agile and fluid as she continued shouting at Makashi, paying absolutely no attention to Samedi at all.

Makashi simply chuckled, a smile on his face as he continued to listen to the woman.

[The Baron Samedi]

As they were walking a very angry woman seemed to have appeared and began yelling at Makashi Samedi spit the rest of his chaw out as it wasn't proper to chew in the presence of a lady. Something was off though, she had a large belly, he was confident it wasn't fat since there were no signs of lard as seen on various other women. He tilted his head to the side and swagered over to the woman lowering his head to her belly he then took his cane and gently poked ...it... he then looked up to Makashi and said, "The Baron thinks something is wrong with this lady..." he continued to inspect the belly, which seemed to be somekind of growth, or parasite, "Ma'am the Baron thinks that should be checked back in Baton Rouge he heard 'bout these things called tumors... they're purty dangerous." he stepped back and looked to Makashi and said, "Dagum, she musta' given you a purty nice present."

(Note: as a god The Baron is completely ignorant of mortal procreation and pregnancy)

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[Señor Sunday Friday]

The woman's face went red, realizing that Makashi's student was acting like her stomach was swollen out like at full pregnancy despite it being mentioned that she was still slender of figure. She wasn't that pregnant yet but she was finding herself growing more and more self conscious. "Makashi!" she complained, glaring at The Baron all the while.

Makashi couldn't help it and he laughed, "Samedi, how can you call yourself a god if you know so little, even of people- it's rather basic knowledge you know." his laughter sounded like it was being held in for quite some time and the entire situation struck Makashi as being particularly absurd. "And as for you, Akira... I'll take care of you and I'm sorry that you're pregnant but there's nothing we can do about that right now, I have a student I have to get to Twilight Moon in case you haven't noticed." he gestured to Samedi, obviously implying that he was the mentioned student.

[The Baron Samedi]

((Sorry, I misunderstood curves XD))

Samedi had no idea what was going on, he had apparently offended the lady who had just appeared and, had clearly done something naive as Makashi was now laughing commenting on his lack of knowledge of humans. He looked to the lady and quickly said, "The Baron is sorry if he has offended you." quickly apologizing as it was unbecoming of a southern gentleman to insult a woman, he then looked to Makashi and retorted, "Well the Baron apologizes for not knowing much about living humans, but as the King of the Dead The Baron didn't get to much of that." He then looked around still not seeing the school, he wanted to get out of here when something dawned upon him... he turned to Makashi and raising one eyebrow quizzicaly, "Did she just call you the "god king", or are his ears deceiving him?"