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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 21:28:39 GMT -6
 | OPEN They weren’t the wild plains of Africa, or even the year-round warm blocks of Los Angeles, but the prestigious grounds of Vireximus University offered enough room for even a man of Leonard’s stature to run free. Students and faculty alike were caught off guard as an overgrown lion hopped past them in the direction of the south west campus. This was a once a week thing. A common exercise meant to give Leonard an excuse to go outside and feel the wind in his mane, but this time, things wouldn’t go so smoothly. As he ran across the ground, his paw was wracked by a sharp and concentrated pain. The momentum he had gained was too much, and instead of simply coming to a halt, his injured hand caused him to tumble off balance and into a wall of bushes, only narrowly avoiding a crowd of people.
”Ooooh, my god!” A cry came from the shrubbery and shortly after came out the depressed jungle cat slowly limping his way to the middle of the nearest patch of grass. ”Ow. Ow. Ow…” He uttered with each step. He stopped to lay down, and made a whiny, desperate mewl while putting his paw up. A rogue splinter had put the big boy down. ”Someone please get this thing outta me! There must be a sultry, single nurse around here ready to massage my wounds, right? Right?! Come on, I can’t take it, I’m a helpless freaking cat for god’s sake.” True. He was less of a proud king and more of a dramatic tabby, but either way, he could only hope that someone nearby had a thing for taking care of felines. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 22:03:23 GMT -6
While the majority of the crowd pointed and gasped as the beast appeared before them, Eva only frowned as one of the professors darted across campus. As an upperclassman, she was all too familiar with his runs, but never paid too much attention to them to determine just how often he goes out in this form. Otherwise, she might have realized that today was not the best day to be setting up her trampoline course.
The route had been meticulously mapped out, taking full advantage of the capacious environment and few landmarks to develop an obstacle course that might just break her neck. She had been hauling along a trampoline to its destination (a difficult task when wearing rollerblades) when the lion dragged himself out of the shrubbery and plopped itself onto that very same spot. His whimpering garnered no sympathy from the girl as she left behind her prop and wheeled up to the wounded mammal.
“Ahem, well, sorry for not being the nurse you were hoping for, but could you limp back to the bushes?” she asked, pointing a fair distance away, but not without an obnoxiously chipper grin on her face. “This area’s reserved.” Her hands made sweeping motions to the trampoline and back to the grass, hoping he’d be able to put two and two together. The piece of wood sticking out of his paw was completely ignored as she stood there expectantly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 14:15:49 GMT -6
 | @toccatina The skitter of rollerblades was plain to hear, and just enough to make Leonard look up from his world of perceived pain and at the girl who was quick to suggest he migrate somewhere else. His eyes widened in surprise at her dismissive candor in one second, but then narrowed in plain annoyance and stubborn conviction the next. “...This area’s reserved, huh?” She made sweeping motions with her hands, and yes, he put two and two together with the mental line in his head, but no, he didn’t care. ”What are you doing with your arms girl, are you a cheerleader?” He asked sarcastically. He gave an inquisitive brow in order to compete with her obnoxious grin, and if it wasn’t clear enough, he added ”Look dear, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Not unless you’d like to go and get one of your more likeable friends and pull this hellish piece of wood out of my paw.” He lifted said paw (as he was still in his lion form) and brought it only inches away from her face. ”Understood?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. ”Now, now then. Shoo.” He waved the same splintered paw at her, dismissing her just as she did him, and looked away from her, raising his chin just as regally as any lion could in the opposite direction, and what his body language said was obvious. Chop, chop, peasant.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 15:50:08 GMT -6
Seems the kitty was in a foul mood, and justifiably so, given the circumstance of his paw and the effrontery she displayed. Yet Eva couldn’t find it within herself to sympathize with the snappy creature, and despite the fact he held a great deal of authority over her, in terms of academic hierarchy, she wasn’t too keen on being so easily dismissed either.
The oversized paw was brought in close proximity to her face, and even she had to admit that was a nasty chip he picked up. The little bugger was really wedged in there, but in all honesty, were splinters that big of a hassle? “Sorry to tell you, but I’m probably the most likable of all my friends,” She reached forward and, with nimble fingers, neatly yanked the piece of wood out of his paw while it was still in her personal bubble. “If I had any."
The splinter lay flat on her palm, as if being displayed, while she heated her hand to about 600 degrees Fahrenheit. Her fist closed around the wood, squeezing it firmly until charred remains stained her skin. Satisfied, she casually sprinkled the residue onto the pavement beside her. Turning toward the feline, she cast him that same, chipper grin of hers. “I recommend antiseptic for that, by the way.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 1:02:42 GMT -6
 | @toccatina Eyes closed, head turned. It was, he believed, the stance of a king who was done talking. And then he felt the prickling in his palm. His eyes snapped open. ”GYAHH---” he cut his own shriek short, putting his paw to his mouth to cage the sound. Instead, he simply coughed it off, looked at his injured paw again, and began literally licking his wound. He couldn’t help but catch that little aside of hers about having any friends. ”If you had any friends huh?” He gave her a sideways glance. ”Well don’t think you’ll be getting any sympathy from me…” He said rather quietly.
He observed discreetly as she burned away the splinter and threw it’s charred bits to the side. Now he was intrigued. She was an elementalist too. Not in any of his classes though.
There was that self-satisfied grin of hers again. “Antiseptic… Well, as much as I trust my fellow fire-starters, I think I’d like to get a second opinion from a medical professional. Like that sultry nurse I was talking about earlier.” He spoke to himself and his gaze went off into the distance as he grinned somewhat at the thought of being a patient. Then his face went neutral once he remembered the school probably wouldn’t allow for his dream woman to wear the outfit he was imagining. At any rate, there was still the matter of the girl in front of him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 14:08:22 GMT -6
She couldn’t help but jump a bit at the suddenness and sheer volume of his pained cry. Still, he managed to stifle it quickly enough, before proceeding to alleviate the stinging she left behind. “It’s personal choice,” she said in reply to his comment. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Her body began to drift backward as her wheels turned in her restlessness.
The pinkette listened as the lion fantasized aloud about some imaginary, and most likely scantily clad, nurse. What caught her interest was the phrase preceding his gibberish, something about a fire-starter. The gears in her head began to turn, and she realized with bemusement that her display back then did make her look awfully like a pryokinetic. But before she could clear up that tidbit, he interrupted his daydreaming to ask for her name.
“Evanthe Agnoire,” she replied lightly with a glance over her shoulder, still skating in circles to calm her fidgeting. “Though for the record, fire’s not my specialty, sadly,” she added, musing over the potential stunts she could pull with fire in her arsenal. Flaming rings, walls of fire—what a shame this wasn’t her reality! She continued to explain, growing a bit more sheepish all the while. “It’s just heat, which isn’t as—OUCH!”
Out of pure habit, she lifted a hand to the back of her neck, and unfortunately for her, it was the one she had just used to char the splinter. The sudden burning sensation caused her to lose balance and promptly fall backward onto the pavement. Fantastic.
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