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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 3:55:40 GMT
It was 9 am and Saru could be seen sleeping in his bed after staying up to late hours of the night playing a Star Wars MMO on his computer. The young half saiyan was sure that he'd still be able to get up with the help of his alarm clock instead of using his internal clock, however while he was a sleep, there was a brief power outage. As a result, his digital clock was flashing 12:00 at a very rapid pace. When Saru's eyes opened, the first thing thing he laid eyes on was his alarm clock which made his eyes wider as he gasped. "Holy crap, I overslept!" said Saru as he leaped out of his covers and went over to the pants he wore yesterday, which were laying on the floor. When checked the time on his cell phone, the young saiyan hybrid began to curse up a storm as put on new clothes which consisted of a simple black t-shirt, blues jeans and black sneakers. Once he was dressed, Saru opened up his bedroom window and flew towards his Orange Star High with a white aura surrounding him. Once he got to school, he landed in front of the school door and tried to open it only to discover that it was locked.
Mom's definitely going to kill me once she hears about this. SHh'll probably take away my computer as punishment thought Saru knowing full well that the school had a very strict late policy that only allowed students who were arriving late a half hour window of opportunity to get to school without any serious consequences. Those who came after the half hour window of opportunity wouldn't be able to enter the building and on top of calling their parents, the students who were late are given a week's detention where they helped the janitors clean up the school.
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Vryka
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Post by Vryka on Oct 27, 2014 6:43:28 GMT
Vryka had liked school. Not going to it, of course, that'd be very boring. But rather messing around with it's inhabitants. Schools are more like ant-hills of cowards than they are of areas of education. Here, she thought, a lone ant. He was late, she thought. He could be, say, 14-15-16? Yes, she thought. That's right. He had black hair, too. Look at his eyes, she thought. Looks a tad tired to me. She was in the shade, away from impending vision. There was a math teacher going to her class, five minutes ago. Or at least that is what Vryka thought she as. Extremely old, strange accent, no fun at all. She was a math teacher, but a math teacher no more?
Get it? Do you? She's not a math teacher. Because she's a corpse. Thinking this, a small giggle erupted from Vryka, sitting at a shaded bench watching what she assumed to be a boring human, and her next victim; of murder, or simply a prank. They where each as fun as each other, she thought. She had too little resistance nowadays... maybe this one was different. She flew to him, feeling the cool breeze against her demonic wings, changing from Human Form to her usual form with her imminent horns, and spoke; "Late, are you?"
She didn't know what do to with the little brat, most options ending in funny murder. Oh, the laughs she has had! Although this, she certainly has tried to limit it. Only one death per day, she tells herself. You're not evil, like Fae, or that Con-Man, she tells herself. One day she might believe it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2014 15:45:01 GMT
After hearing a voice from behind, the young teen turned around and saw a red haired woman that appeared to be in her 20s with amber eyes and a set of horns on her head. Being a teenager, Saru took noticed on how attractive she was and despite the fact that she had horn protruding from her left and right side of her head, the saiyan hybrid actually thought they looked cute on her instead of weird and figured that they were one of those fake demon horns you can buy. As for wearing them in public when it's not even Halloween, Saru figured that he was not one to judge, especially when his step-mother is an android who also happened to be a model. "Unfortunately. I guess this is what I get for staying up late playing video games.There must have been a power outage which screwed up my alarm clock"explained Saru as he scratched the back of his head nervously with his right hand.
"So what brings you here? You're too young to be a mother of a high school student, so are you a substitute teacher or some kind of teacher in training?" asked Saru figuring that those two options were most likely the case. As he waited for an answer, the teen couldn't help but wonder if she was single.
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Vryka
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Post by Vryka on Oct 28, 2014 6:22:03 GMT
Times have been tough. Makio, the demon realm, has apparently had a major excess of surplus demons and kept sending horde after horde after strong guy after seven-legged dog! It was all a bit rough. That was one, one of many, reasons to do what she does. Murder? Steal? Pop the balloons of children? Yes, partly, but most of it is having fun. Pranks, the such. Nowadays, life was just an excuse to laugh!
She had heard, although barely listened to him, most of the words diverting from her attention. It wouldn't matter really if she did listen, she didn't understand much of what he said. Alarm Clock? Video Games? Power Outage? Whoever solves this cypher will be rewarded with a brief: 'Oh, that's what he meant', assuming she remembers this silly rendezvous.
So, what Vryka understood, is there's a sport called 'Video Games' you play with... okay, she was lost. It mattered not, overall, no matter how much you try to prolong it, no matter what countermeasures you measure at counters, no matter the precautions you take, it is only delaying the inevitable. Death, decomposition, recycling, transference. No matter what you do, you're going to wither off and die, sad and alone. It's a very negative way to view the universe, but as Vryka figures, you better make the best of it. No need to do what you usually do, that's boring! Have fun and enjoy life while it lasts. Or so she figures. "Quite unfortunate."
Well, by now, he'd probably be wondering about the horns. They always wonder about the horns. Why the horns? My eyes are down here! Stupid humans. Again, he listened to the strange man talk about words that made little sense. She wondered if anyone else understood him. She wondered if she had mistaken the school for a mental hospital. She had the face of someone that really didn't mind her surroundings. It was all quite a bit bland, really, to Vryka's dismay.
"Yes, I am a teacher in training. Nice to meet you, I am Miss Vryka." She brought out her hand, for what she understood to be a handshake. "But, for your information, I'm also a very pretty lady and an extremely powerful demon."
3. 2. 1. Now. Slowly, her hair turned from a red to a slightly-shorter black, her yellow eyes turned a shade of purple, her clothes became more black and ragged, her horns shifted as they grew, resembling that of a rams, for strange reasons her shoes vanished, and overall she had a quite demonic charm to her. It wasn't quite negative or evil, more unnatural. She retained her pristine innocence, fortunately. "Nice to meet you."
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