Roleplay

Silas
Silas skipped merrily into his classroom, looking back once to make sure Phil was following. “Hi everyone! I’m Silas and this” he gestured somewhere out in the hallway behind him, “is Philli, but I call her Phil! It’s nice to meet you, can’t wait to be your friend!” He grinned from the doorway, moving inside a bit so Phil has room to come in too.

Leif
Leif had been watching everybody’s interactions, effectively staying neutral in all the arguments that sprung up so quickly. He would have joined Devon, Dante and Cheshire but he felt Marcel needed some quick consoling as well. He got up and stood next to the boy, gently resting his hand in his shoulder. “It is acceptable to voice your opinions, even though others may not appreciate them. The boy’s over there also have strong opinions, so sometimes they conflict. They’re better once you get to know them a bit, I think.” He gave Marcel a small smile for reassurance.

"Vigil, and Marcel," Hazil mused. "Alright!" She gave Vigil a bright smile. "It's nice to meet you, Vigil." She studied him for a moment, noting the contents of his bag, before shrugging to herself. It was odd, but she didn't mind- this was a demon school, after all, eccentricities were to be expected.

"Ah... um, my hands..." Hazil glanced down, studying her own ball-jointed, porcelain perfect hands for a moment. "You see, I'm not flesh and blood like you are, or them, maybe." She motioned towards the others. "I'm a living doll- I'm made of porcelain and things like that, so I have ball-joints."


"Hunting?" Cheshire echoed, before tilting her head adorably. "That sounds fun! And don't worry, I'll definitely use it when we play tag!" A slightly devious smile crossed the daemon's face at the idea- she recalled the humans' reactions during the haunted house tours, when she would reappear and disappear all around them, frustrating them. It had been fun.

Cheshire listened to Devon's questions, her lily twitching a little. "Well... I'm a daemon, but I don't think people have ever tried summoning me? You can call me through a mirror, and I might hear, so... maybe?" Cheshire shrugged. "It's not really a magic ritual or anything, though... I'm not sure how it works. I don't know anyone else like me, actually."

The daemon listened intently to Devon and Dante's conversation, wanting to learn more about other demons and such. "Oh, um... Of course it's not hell, not really. Hell does exist, I think, but I'm not from there. I'm a different sort of creature. I think I'm more like a spirit than a demon, if we're being exact."


Sonatine was dreadfully bored, although she had been expecting that. The only interesting person in the room was the hat-wearing one, who had taken a seat nearby, and who she was now watching to see if she could find anything out.

It wasn't long before someone else came skipping in- a harpy. Sonatine was pretty sure she had seen him before, perhaps from the mess in the hallway and the argument. Ah, yes- she remembered that. It was difficult to forget that shade of coloring and those vibrant feathers.

She sensed the other girl a few moments before she entered. Philli, apparently. Not too interesting. Sonatine turned her head towards Silas and Phil, watching them patiently and waiting to see where they would choose to sit.

Silas
He looked around and almost immediately noticed Lukas. His eyes lit up and he flipped his arms calling, “Hey, Lukas! Hey it’s me Silas!” He ran up to his friend, ending up next to another boy he seemed to be talking to. “Hi!” He waved cheerfully, “I’m Silas! Lukas, sorry for leaving without telling you this morning. I’m glad we’re in the same class though! And I made a new friend at the cafeteria today, her name’s Philli. How’s your morning been?”

Dante - Health
With Cheshire, Marcel, Leif, Devon and Hazil

Dante smiled as he stood there and listened to what Cheshire has to say. At this moment he didnt have any more questions towards her Cheshire. He really should pay more attention to his surroundings and get to know other students better.

Lukas - Writing and Literature
With Sonatine, Harmonia, Silas, Philli and Castor

Lukas couldnt help himself but laugh at Castor's remark. It sounded silly to him.
- Let me give you a quick sum up about what a kitsune is, a mischievious shapeshifting fox spirit. Causing chaos is what my kind specialises in. The fact that I am a demon kitsune just makes it better cause I can travel to hell as a spirit and cause some mahem there too, have you ever been to hell?
Lukas questioned Castor, who was after all a demon as well. Lukas thought of hell more like home then a place tobe feared of.

At first when Silas barged in Lukas didnt pay much notice, but now he directly addressed him.
- Hi Silas! Meet my friend Castor, as for my morning, well I was jumping on other people's heads. It was fun. Also dont forget you promised this friend a flying trip! Maybe we could meet up after school? Cause at lunch I want to look for that guy that broke my nose.
He asked and grinned, showing off his fanged teeth as well as gesturing towards Castor when he spoke about him. The kitsune didnt specify what his intentions towards Marcel were, for what both of them know, he could have ill intentions. Lukas' tail swayed from side to side.

Philli was embarrassed for being so obviously pointed out by Silas and she gave a feigned smile to those who turned to look at the Harpy and her and greeted kindly but quickly, "Hi!" Following behind Silas, Phil almost ducked away from the group within the room subconsciously. That girl with the Blindfold in the back disturbed Philli ever so slightly more than the rest of the people in the class though. It felt like she, Sonatine was it, was staring at Phil despite the blindfold.

And then Silas was gone from Philli's side, off to chatter with another boy. The stranger had fangs, Philli noticed. Curse her teenage-girl heart those were hard to look away from. Tails too. Not wanting to intrude or stare, Phil paid no heed to the conversation save for the occasional glance to the bobbing tail.

Phil surveyed the room for a good seat. There were still quite a few that remained open. Philli decided to steer somewhat clear of that girl in the back, but felt slightly bad about it, and she felt like Silas and his friends could be too distracting. Finding a quiet corner of the room, Philli went and sat down, stowing her new notebook, folder, and her pink pencil bag under her desk. Leaning her head on her elbows, Philli watched the clock for a few moments before turning her head to the big hat sitting just a little ways away scrawling away in a notebook. She didn't say anything though, for they looked rather busy. It did remind Philli that she needed to write that letter, even if she could just text at any time.

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Completely unbothered by the odd questions, Hazil just smiled tolerantly at Vigil as he messed with his bag. "Well... yeah, I've always been like that." She lifted up her hand, studying her pale porcelain skin for a moment. Perhaps she had to explain it in more simple terms to him? Hazil didn't want to make assumptions about people's characters thirty seconds after meeting them, but still.

"I was created by a dollmaker, and then given life. I've always looked like this, and I likely always will." She shrugged, conveniently leaving out the part about how her father was crazy and how she'd once murdered a girl for no reason. "I'm not a 'real person, I suppose."


Cheshire's gaze slid back towards Hazil and the other boy at the back of the room. The girl didn't look quite real. She was solid, for sure, a solid being, but something about her seemed a bit off. She moved too fluidly, and she didn't look... right.

"Well, you should ask a real demon, if you really want to know!" Cheshire smiled easily, tipping her head to the side as she responded to Devon. "And of course, if you'd like, just yell my name into a mirror or a window! I'll come if I hear it." The daemon's lily moved about absentmindedly as Cheshire asked curiously, "Hey, you know I'm a daemon, but what are you guys? You haven't told me. You're not a demon, right? Since you asked about them? So what are you?"


Sonatine's eyes followed Phil discreetly from under her blindfold, tracking her movements with clinical detachment. She looked more or less human, and her aura seemed fairly normal as well. No threat. Nothing that interesting, really, though she did seem a bit nervous.

The eldritch girl's gaze slid back over to Lukas, Castor and Silas, all of whom seemed to know each other at least decently. Sonatine didn't understand the emotions and feelings conveyed by their expressions; it just didn't some naturally to her. She didn't function the same way they did, so Sonatine couldn't get it, and it wasn't as if she really cared, but it could be mildly irritating at times.

Sonatine finally turned back to Harmonia, leaning back slightly as she observed them with endless, patient calm. Drawing or writing something. How human and boring, Sonatine thought flatly. Her markings flickered a bored, cold blue. Where was the teacher, already? She might as well just get it over with.

Leif
Leif smiled a bit down at the boy, actually understanding for once that a joke was being made. “Anytime, son.” He tried joking back. “I’m Leif by the way.” He removed his hand from its place on the boy’s shoulder and brushed his hair behind his ear, pushing it behind his shoulders so it didn’t get on his newest acquaintance anymore.

Silas
Silas’s eyes lit up when Lukas mentioned, well, everything really. “Ooo that does sound like fun! And don’t worry, we will definitely be going flying. I can’t wait to take you, you’re gonna love it! Do you want to meet in the courtyard? Does this place even have a courtyard? If it doesn’t we can meet in the cafeteria probably, since we both know where that is.”