<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Timestamp: 46th Tessera, 81378 (4) Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=158Khuanim Soyokaze</a> (Ani), http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=27Saltamus Mirakoth</a> (Salty), and a few others. Where: The central Tsupeon. When: The afternoon; there's no games so the stands are empty. (Phew.) Rating: PG or PG-13 at most - Ani's pretty gentle and tame, and Salty's maturing quickly. Don't expect anything more than kisses on the cheeks and such.</td></tr></table> <span style='color:purple'>"Uh... Salty?"</span> <span style='color:orange'>"What is it, Ani?"</span> <span style='color:purple'>"Um... I can't think of what happens next..."</span> The conversation was fairly quiet, though it could be heard through the echoes in the Tsupeon. It was a nice, quiet time, away from the chaos of the majority of the students. The sun shone through the roof of the stadium, and the pair were simply bathed in the artificial sunlight... but it felt so real. One of the two was a fairly small pendragon, obviously a fey - but one had to wonder what one of the more magical beings of the planet was doing in the academy. She always had the simple answer that it was her ancestors' choice... if she actually answered. The violet telbaj fey was dressed in shades of blue, matching her tail-flame and hair. A simple pair of knee-length pants and a shirt with elbow-length sleeves was enough for the female, who was looking at her companion. The other one was darker in colour, and amongst the warm colour spectrum. He was dark grey, practically black, with appropriately coloured flame patterns on each of his paws and hands. The same went for his hair, his draconic mane, and the flame on the end of his tail - though his hair had gold streaks. His white, pupilless eyes gazed about the mighty stadium. He was also dressed in blue, but he wore jeans, a sleeveless shirt, a sleeveless overcoat, and a bandana cleverly tied in his hair, between each of his sharp horns. <span style='color:orange'>"Don't tell me... writer's block?"</span> The male's voice had broken some time ago, so consequently, it was deeper than it had been when he arrived at the academy. A sketchbook with pencils rested next to him, whilst the female held a notebook and... more pencils. <span style='color:purple'>"Yeah... but... it's very confusing..."</span> She sighed, flapping her feathered wings. <span style='color:purple'>"I... uh... I'm not sure on... whether Seth would look for Artemis... or... if he'd attack the Swarmers..."</span> He sighed. Gently, he placed an arm around the slightly older fey, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She blushed, but didn't say anything in response. <span style='color:orange'>"It might be an idea to take a break, Ani..."</span> Ani only nodded, whilst Salty flopped onto his back, staring up at the sky. Only one thought ran through his mind. <span style='color:orange'>Not to admit it, but... she is kinda... cute...</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>You looked lonely... eheh, though Xer is being antisocial in this, so I'm not sure how your characters would react. Tell me if, perhaps, I should adjust it slightly so that they actually interact with one another. :3</td></tr></table> <font size=1>The camera clicked audibly and Xerxes almost thought that anyone within a ten mile radius was going to hear. Oh, yes, and start looking for the gun. He thought, wryly, shaking his head as he leaned down, pressing his eye close to the viewing window so that he could see what he was taking a picture of, before pressing down on the button that caused another picture to be taken. There was a hollow feeling that came from the empty Tsupeon and, lurking among the rafters of the bleachers, he found himself getting quite a few good shots of the famous Janardan stadium. This time he knew he had gotten a good shot, letting the shattered beams of light fall perfectly across it, as if the echoes of cheers would be audible for anyone looking at it. The mere idea made him smile gently, quite engrossed in his task, though it was not an unpleasant one. In fact, the one thing that kept irritating him was when his bangs kept falling into his eyes. So the male reached into the left pocket of his worn cargo pants and pulled out a ponytail holder. Setting the camera down with care, he grabbed deftly tied his hair up. A few stray strands tumbled out again almost immedietly, but it didn't irritate him so much when they weren't in his eyes. And he never had cared much what he looked like. After all, he wasn't after a girl or anything. A low snort escaped his nose as he shook his head in quiet amusement at the mere thought. One more shot, one more click and then it made a whirring sound that indicated all of the film was used up. Xerxes cursed quietly and reached into his pocket, fumbling for a new roll, but came up empty. Only a bubble gum wrapper, another ponytail holder, and three paper clips. None of which were going to help him. The male shook his head in sudden irritation, sighing as his inspiration was left unfueled. He wove through the metal that jutted down to support the bleachers and slipped quietly into the stadium, staring up at the sky for a moment, then looking up. Only to see that there were a couple of new pendragons there, seated right nearby to where his black backpack lay, slumped in the topmost corner of the bleachers. Oh, goody, a couple who was undoubtedy going to get irked at him for stopping them in the middle of their make out session. The military-minded overacheiver scowled, the look matching quite well with his punk ensemble. Currently, that consisted of black cargo pants, a tight black tank top, seven bracelets of various colors on each arm, and gray sneakers. Not to mention the pair of chains that swung from either side of his cargos. Well, at least they were likely to leave him alone if he didn't talk to them. The male pulled his camera around his neck, letting it dangle from the strap as he started running up the stairs. It might seem a tiring effort, but he did it quite frequently. Twice daily, as a matter of fact, to keep in shape and ready to do this. Up and down every entrance to the bleachers that was present. And that was a lot of bleachers. So this barely winded him. As he got to the top, the male grabbed his pack and quickly found another roll of film. He eyed the couple, though, and ended up sitting down there, a bit up from where they were. Tipping his head back, the male took a shot of the clouds parting above them, then looked at the pair again. Well... at least they weren't so lovey dovey as to get cute around him. Bloody kids.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Hope you don't mind me joining...</td></tr></table> Dyvx walked into Tsupeon moddily. kicked outta class again He thought to himself. He didn't really notice the other three 'dragons but yet he knew they were there. He sat very close to where the couple sat, dropping his bag down loudly, the sound echoing around the stadium. He had been in some sort of english class, though he hadn't been paying any attention and was caught puting gum into a femme dragon's coat. That was his first chance and his teacher an old hag had said as though he was a three year old you have ONE more chance Dyvx Xyvd! Dyvx, at that moment, couldn't help laughing, though he managed to keep it under his breath. The femme in front of him was going hysterical! My perfect coat!!! You messed up my perfect coat!!! The hag didn't seem to notice Dyvx's laughter and didn't say anything about that. Next he was caught leaning over during a pop quiz trying to sneak a peak at the nerd's next door's answers. He chuckled again at that moment remembering the horror on the hag's face before he got kicked out. It was then that he realized that the other 'dragons were there he looked down at the couple and said <font color="maroon"> What are y'all doin' 'ere? </font>
