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 Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 10:44 am
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Brand had, in fact, gone into one of his trances again. He hadn't meant to, it just happened-- he was looking at the pattern of autumn rain against the window of his first class, and the voice of the Professor sort of blended into the sound, until he was off somewhere far away exploring the nature of rain. "How would FEAR feel if it was liquid?" Brand murmured, as he stirred awake and out of the trance.
To a mostly empty classroom. There was, certainly, no one sitting in front of him, but as he looked around he noticed that there was at least one other student stuck in there with him. "Oh, it seems like we've slept through class," he said to the stranger, with a smile. Brand actually just decided that was what had happened, and gave no opportunity to the mousy stranger to correct him.
"Now, let's see... I bet there's a key somewhere in this desk," Brand said, rifling through the teacher's desk drawers. "Aha!" he said, triumphant, holding a key up and heading to the door with it. "Now if I just..." Brand clicked it in, and turned it.
The door locked.
"Oh! Well, it was unlocked, of course-- I mean, it was-- Oh, well that's interesting," Brand mumbled, as he actually came out of his trance. He had, in fact, still been half-in it, and totally didn't notice the rain beading the floor and the walls and his skin and hair-- he had been in his rain-trance, and as his vision cleared the inside of the room was naturally totally dry. The key, however, turned to wet sand in his hands, and fell apart.
"What an unusual development!" Brand said. He turned to where he thought the stranger was, or hoped he was, because honestly he wasn't sure if they were part of the trance too. "I'm afraid we're going to have to wait together until the door is unlocked," Brand said, with a pretty smile.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 6:32 pm
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The Dormouse didn't had enough sleep time last night. Ten hours wasn't enough that Sorrel was trying to stay awake in class, but then he gave up. He was lucky to be sitting in the back, and being small, he fell asleep in the middle of class. It was a nice nap to the point that he didn't realize that class was long over as he was snoring away in the back of the room.
"Hmm?" His round ears perked a bit in hearing someone's voice, but Sorrel couldn't tell who it was. Was it the professor? The professor! "OH!!" The small boil woke up instantly and realized that class was long over, looking around to see that it was him and another boil who looked so much like a human. Reapers were so strange to him, but this one seemed stranger as he watched him looking through the professor's desk. "A key?" Ah, they're locked inside, that made some sense as he stood up and walked over to see the bright haired boil finding the key.
Seeing him finding the key made him smile happily. They will get out now! He watches him going over to the door and insert the key to unlock the door, but then it made a different sound. "What happened?" Apparently the door was locked, or it wasn't? "Helloooo~ Are . . . are you okay?" He seemed to be really out of it, staring at him for quite some time for the boil to do . . . something. However, that something was the key being destroyed. Sorrel gasped, took a step back and saw him coming back to normal again, and even that pretty smile didn't make him happy to see that they are trapped in here. "What?! S-Someone has to come back in here, right? Like the Professor maybe?" He walked up to the door and knocked loudly to make as much noise for someone to hear him. "Hello! Can someone open the door please?" As much as he knocked, no one heard him.
Sorrel sighed, his ears and tail drooped down. "How long do you think we're going to be in here . . ." The words trailed off, realizing that he didn't know his name and it was highly embarrassing. He couldn't help but to blush a soft shade of pink as he glances down to the floor. "U-Um . . . I don't know your name . . ."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 9:47 pm
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It's true, Reapers caught a bad rep for the way they looked so very much like humans. The Ravensdales wouldn't be able to do what they did, though, if they looked more suspicious. Psychonauts went about in the human world, using their performances to get close to humans, and their trance states to find what they were most afraid of.
Then, they could put on the most terrifying carnivals that anyone had ever seen.
That was what it meant to be a Psychonaut, and the prestige of being a Ravensdale.
They hadn't been locked in before, but he had accidentally locked them in now, so that didn't help. And he had lost the key. "Not sure! Someone'll come in eventually," he said, "It'll be okay." Brand smiled. "Could you keep the banging down, though~? It's making the mood bad," he said..
Brand started to fumble around the desk, turned a couple magnets into some cookies, and looked for anything he could turn into a teapot and some tea. "Brand Ravensdale," he introduced himself, "and you are?"
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