- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Online Availability
- Any time except when I'm not.
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Genres
- Modern, Fantasy
Chewing on a cigarette with thought as Ayase spoke. The artist had a smile matching the old-style reporter. "I zee..." She chuckled slightly, taking a bite off the end of her snack. "The answer is no." The girl declared, her tone failing to hide some inner glee. "To not know the magnifique of Réell Ement is unfor-tunaaate. Like your adventure with 'real' journalism be-ing so short lived. Stuck in that...writing club, now. It brings me to tears. Ah, but do not feel~ too downhearted, madame. The Writing club will not be long in this world." She grinned. "Haven't you read?"
Ement produced an pamphlet from her scarf. The familarity of it made the two of them key onto it being the same pamphlet that Jing had previously torn up. Showing them the front of it, it read:
A PREVIEW FOR THE FIRST PIECE OF THE NEW 'CLUB REVIEW' SERIES: FIRST UP, A SURE LOCK FOR ELIMINATION? THE WRITING CLUB HAS LITTLE TO HOPE FOR. COMING SOON - By Esaya Slews. Head of Journalism Club.
"To something you said before. Mistakes are never- Ah thank you Pierre- happy. Only from wiping them away from existence can we move on to true creation! True art to be se- Fils de pute this is paint thinner again! Pierre why do I pay zou! You insigificent creature!"
Wiping her lips, Ement was quick to smile again. "But, ah, I am kind. Perhaps for some infomation about your new club. I can put some word in that your stay at this academy does not end with the necessary culling of waste?
@Karyra @RedArmyShogun
Occult Room
Hantu frown deepend with Reece's words. "Bah, not with that pathethic piece of scrap you gave me I haven't." Without warning, Hantu grabbed Reece's wrist. Bringing it up to her face so she could see his palm. Scanning it over with her eyes. She let it go with an irritated sigh. "Great, not even an event of great misfortune coming up in the next week!" Flailing her hands in the air, The Occultist swore in some other language.
Reece shuddered slightly as the air around him seemed to drop a few degrees. Hantu grimaced once again, "Oh would you leave him alone!" She ordered, looking near Reece but not exactly at him. "He's just somebody I know Mother, gods. Don't make me attempt that excorism ritual again!" Yes, He couldn't shake the feeling he was being judged by etheral beings.
Seira coughed pointedly. "Excuse me, but who are you talking to?"
Hantu gave her a quizzing look. "Duh, my Mother."
Looking at the complete absence of humans near Reece, Seira nodded. "I,...er...see."
Searching through some ornate cupboards with the grace of an dyspraxic hippo, Hantu piped up. "What do you even mean your 'here for the bookclub'. We have books too! Great books full of interesting topics. You just have to know which ones will leave you an insane withering husk. But that's easy, those ones are a deep dark shade of purple while the safe ones are a dark shade of purple-"
"So you two know eachother, then?" The jumper containing a girl interrupted, looking between the two others in the curtained room. It was said with the same type of morbid curiousity one has when asking about 'how you got into that hobby that only middle aged german men do' or 'So how did that lightbulb end up in there?'
"I TOLD YOU MOT- Oh, wait. An breathing human asking questions, Yes...Reece, enlighten her. Your knife existence is so insignificent and accidental that I'm finding it hard to locate."
@Luma