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Idiots... -sips wine-

-quickly finishes the bottle-

Toby: -is downstairs- And they called me an idiot...

Exactly.

Toby: -shakes head and twitches-

Toby and Dark: -talking about whatever-

((Dammit Toby and Nick. [size=4pt]It'd be really awkward if I fu.cked up their names[/size]))

I feel like we should visit an amusement park.

Toby: Oh yeah, 'cause they're totally gonna act as if we're normal people. -twitches-

I'm not saying that. I mean we can disguise ourselves as normal people. Hell, all you have to do is take off your mask and goggles.

Toby: What about you? You're paler than a ghost.

Makeup.

Toby: What about the others?

Ocean looks relatively normal ((I hope xD)); so does Halfie. OH might have to throw on some makeup. I don't know about Johnny...but I doubt he'd want to go anyhow.

((Little pricks.

And I didn't know OH was just a black silhouette. xD Disregard the part about OH then~))

All right, we're going. I don't know if you people want to go, but I know I am. -disappears to put some color on face and hands-

Toby: Guess I'll go too~ -pulls off goggles and mask-

Toby: -quietly lol'ing-

-reappears, actually having some color for once- Back

Toby: Holy sh.it, and this whole time I thought I was colorblind. -twitches-

You shouldn't be talking, you're only a bed-sheet.

Toby: Oh haha. Funny.

Don't get offended, my dear Toby Rogers.

Toby: Your humor is pretty dry, my dear Anastasia Rochelle.

I know. BUT ANYHOW--I do believe it's time we begin for that amusement park, huh?

Toby: Yeah. Who's gonna pay?

This is a whole new battlefield...

Track c:

Where could I start? c: This seems like a lot of fun.

((All right, thank you both :3))

School fights. So common. But between girls? Lynn was not expecting that. Usually guys likes to stir the pot and throw a few punches. But this time the Chaos Wolf Spirit and the shapeshifter elf Pembrick had gotten into quite the scrap over Pembrick not being able to control her demon-hound half, and were going to go at it again at midnight that night.

That's what he'd heard, at least.

Indeed, word traveled fast. Even to Lynn, a teen who could control and make dreams (and nightmares) reality, who wasn't even in Transformations class.

Now, combat class was where the tall but leanly-built young man was going. He didn't exactly see the point in it. Why fight with fists and prove nothing when you could fight with words and prove a whole library of things? Not to mention potentially striking peace with the one you were quarreling with. But, he could not argue with his schedule.

He walked in somewhat nervously, slowly reaching into his schoolbag for a dagger. Unless someone here had had a dream or nightmare in their sleep last night. Then he could use whatever element in the dream to fight for him.

Lynn's silver eyes widened as the dagger stuck in the wall, making the teen jump back. His heart thumping, he shifted his gaze to the general area where the small blade came from. Faint white silhouettes began to dance around him; he faintly remembered the dream he'd had the night before.

He quickly stopped thinking about it and the silhouettes dissipated. His own dagger, shorter than the one in the wall, was clutched in his right hand, his dominant one.

All right, calm yourself, Lynn. It's just someone wanting to start something. He wasn't angry; it took a lot to make this skittish lad feel that. He was simply afraid, and disliked that since it probably gave whoever threw the blade what they wanted.

"Uh..." Lynn rapidly stuck his own dagger back in his schoolbag. He then turned his attention back to the Chaos Wolf (I should've known it was someone like that!) and tentatively stuck out his hand and grabbed her paw, shaking it.

"No, you, um, didn't hit me." An awkward smile plastered itself to the sixteen-year-old's face. "That, uh, would've been pretty messy, huh?" He stopped shaking the humanoid's paw and let it go. "I'm Lynn by the way. It's n-nice to meet you."

He hated it when he stammered.

Lynn was about to attempt to break the ice some more with Spirit, as she'd said her name was, when she suddenly ran out. The smile on the teen's face fell; was he really that bad? Or...was something else wrong?

Now alone with the fiery weretiger Ember in the training area, he realized how uncomfortably hot it was. But outside, there were no dummies. And he was no slacker.

He was one of those kids that some others would find annoying because he always wanted to do his best in class. However, he was no teacher's pet; he was too shy for that. He only spoke to the staff if he was greeting them, they talked to him first, or it was urgent.

((Sorry I was gone guys ^^' Had school and had to go shopping))

"Oh, er, hi. I'm Lynn." Lynn gave a small smile, trying not to seem like a complete dunce. "Nice to meet you, Ember." He stuck out his free hand to the other a bit shakily, nervous about talking to a new person--like he always was. But he was bound to talk to Ember sometime; he shared a dorm with her, for goodness' sake. And some guy named Zero; he hadn't seen him yet.

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"Nice to meet you too. We're sharing a dorm, right? With another dude named Zero?" She asked, chewing on her lip and taking his hand to shake it lightly. Didn't want to crush his bones, now did we? The girl wondered what this boy could be. Maybe a super genius? Nah, he didn't come off as one. They acted almost robotic, whereas he showed a little too much emotion.

"It, uh, seems so." Lynn pulled his hand away after a quick shake. "Though I haven't met anyone whose name happened to be Zero yet..." He felt his cheeks burn as a slight blush touched his face.

Great. Now she might think I like her in the wrong way...

He busied himself by turning the dagger over in his hands, wanting to keep from making eye contact with the weretiger at the time being.

((I was waiting for Azul to reply, but I guess I'll just have Lynn go to lunch now. c: ))

Lynn, after his last class (Mathematics can be such a bore), headed down the hallway, and, finding his locker, turned the dial and opened the small metal door. He placed his books gingerly inside, grabbed his lunch, and then shut the door with a metallic slam. He then continued on his way to the cafeteria, a familiar shape not far ahead of him.

Spirit. The Chaos Wolf that ran off so suddenly in combat class. I still wonder what was happening with her, he thought to himself.

Lynn, who was now in Ms. Caesura's history class, watched the miniscule fight between Thalia and Spirit from the other side of the classroom. There also seemed to be a very annoyed Sand/Tomb Guardian nearby who seemed to have had his fill of the two.

The young man slowly turned his gaze back to the teacher. She had a reputation of being somewhat of a lunatic, but Lynn had always thought that was an exaggeration. However, by the way she greeted her students, it seemed she might just live up to the rumors...

Lynn observed the unentertained expressions of his classmates, his mind drifting to the elements of his latest dream.

It was just something odd... Dreaming about my eighth birthday...

White dust began to form near him, condensing and slowly darkening to silver, gray, and finally black before beginning to turn different colors. Balloons with the number eight on them or "Happy Birthday" floated upward from the simple multicolored silhouettes, then bounced off the ceiling of the room, causing some of the silver dust still clinging to them to shower down and dissipate once making contact with the floor.

I should know not to think of dreams, Lynn internally scolded himself as a bit of the dust landed on his shirt, disappearing.