<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>TIME: After the fourth and final class of the day. DATE: 37th Dyo, 81378 (4) RATING: PG-13 for language. And Salty's way of dealing with bullies. CHARACTERS: (Both are bipedal.) Saltamus Mirakoth - Drawing (App.) - Swimming (App.) - Minor Pyrokinetic Avalon Lastion - Singing (App.) - Bouncer (App.) DETAILS: The beginning of a plot where Salty learns the truth of his mother's death. It takes place in mid-Dyo, so it's actually in the past. Typically my intro posts tend to be way longer than my normal ones... it's a habit. Posts don't have to be obscenely long... after all, I don't make gigantic posts myself. In other words, really long posts are optional. Quality over quantity is my rule. Try to make posts at least a paragraph long, though.</td></tr></table> The bell's shrill ringing shook the air inside the classroom. Several groans, and cheers, resounded at about the same time, causing one poor pendragon to flatten his ears in an attempt to block out some of the noise. But the attempt was in vain. Fortunately, the bell stopped ringing, and the teacher's clear voice shut up a lot of the students. "Damn, looks like we're out of time." He rubbed his arms, and stood up, looking at the board, then at the students. It had been a rather interesting social studies class, especially since he pointed out that this particular pendragon was "not something to play around with". "Okay guys. For your homework, try to help the school in... some way. I honestly have no idea how!" Saltamus stood up from his desk, and proceeded to lazily slop his books into his bag. Today he was wearing a navy-blue top, with matching trousers and bright red scarf (he liked standing out!). After a few moments, he swore, and quickly reached back into the desk. After pulling out some lined paper which he'd sketched on, he put them back into the bag, swung it over his shoulder, put it on both shoulders, and prepared to leave... when he heard something. He turned around to see that same teacher, but falling asleep. Ah, nothing suspicious... so it seemed. As he was about to leave the classroom, something whooshed by, landing with a dull thud. A quick glance told him that it was a dagger, and in panic he immediately ran out... <hr width=25% align=left> ...only to run into trouble a few minutes later. Several bullies were a corridor away, and obviously plotting... to attack his younger relative, Bhei! Bastards! I'll teach them to attack my cousin! With that thought, he held his own hands in front of him. Heat began to gather around his hands, forming a flame that formed a small ball. He spoke no words, a perfect indication of pyrokinesis. Slowly, it grew, until it was a pale blue, and the size of his own head. With a grin, he let the fireball fly, and smirked as the unfortunate would-be robbers shrieked and fainted from the heat and impact of the fireball. Then he rushed over, and waved his hand continually over the burns. It took about forty waves, but eventually the heat had faded completely. Another smirk, and Salty hurried away. <hr width=25% align=left> That had been a couple of minutes ago. Now he was in the cafeteria, alone in a corner, munching away on toast with chicken. He preferred to be alone, but there were exceptions... at times. <span style='color:red'>"Hoi! Ladies! Careful now, will ya? I need to breathe, you know."</span> Looking up from his cooked meal, Salty met the gaze of one of his very few friends: the bouncer-in-training, Avalon. He'd obviously broken away from a group of girls that thought him to be handsome. No mistaking that he was fairly good-looking... well, Salty didn't think so. He only judged by the interior. And Avalon had a really good interior: he was kind and clever. <span style='color:green'>"Hi, Lon. Care to eat with me?"</span> <span style='color:red'>"No problem, Salty. Just have to get my meal first..."</span> Soon, Avalon was at the table, eating a salad. They remained silent, but then again, if he sang, Lon would attract unwanted attention... and that was the last thing that both of them needed, especially after the dagger almost hitting him...
Out of Character: Poldarn Qunat-Ullam: Janardan head of Security. (Bipedal form.) Primary Trade: Smithing, Journeyman Secondary Trade: Weaponry Specialist, Journeyman Tertiary Trade: Warrior, Apprentice In Character: Poldarn walked into the cafeteria. He could not help but shiver at the smell coming from the kitchen. The food, he had to admit, was the only creature on this planet he had met and lost a fight to. At least in the bout between his stomach and the foods highly alive and putrid antics. However, Poldarn was hungry, he had been patrolling the grounds all day and just before he came in he had to sort out some young 'Dragons who claimed they were hit by a fireball. Poldarn laugh to himself. Not on my watch, nope. No one got passed Poldarn. Except this wretched food. Poldarn moaned as he gulped down the angry looking meat.
Katrina trudged into the cafeteria, muttering about plants. It was Dyo, and flowers had all bloomed. Unfortunately for her, that meant odd side-affects for her experiments. She wanted the damned things to cooperate, but they just wanted to grow. The energy was all being diverted to growth and not healing. So these were the things that the usually cheerful 'dragon thought as she made her way to the counter to get something to eat. Other students chattered and yelped around her, apparently happy to be around their friends again. She had not seen a single friend all day long. She got up early as always to train in the tsupeon and then went to her dorm room to experiment. Kat was tired, stiff, and slightly grumpy. She grabbed a sandwich off a rack and shuffled over to a table. Some boisterous pendragon was warding off a few girls, but Katrina didn't care. She just wanted to eat her sandwich and go to sleep. Despite her better judgement, the warrior-in-training looked up to see just who was sitting across from her. A faint smile crossed her face as she found there was at least one 'dragon she knew. Or at least she thought she did. Hadn't she helped him move into his dorm? He was a tad younger than her, but she had always found him to be in good spirits when she saw him in the halls. "Hello, Salty..." she said with a tired grin. "Long time, no see, eh? Who's your friend?" Kat asked, gesturing to the 'dragon next to him. He seemed to be about her own age, and wasn't absolutely disgusting as far as looks went, so it was no big surprise he was being swamped by hormone driven femme 'dragons.
