Supernatural Academy (An Advanced RP) discussion

Stiles strode in after, picking out a chair optimum for his slouching posture. He slumped down into the chair, before leaning forward towards Cartr expectantly.

Stiles nodded. "So, what are you," he inquired. He'd been told by his father the best way to survive was by building a pack, and to do so, he had to find as many good candidates as possible.

Stiles' brows shot up. Perfect, a werewolf. "I don't find that strange," he commented, "That just makes you different."

Pneuma glided in through the door and looked around awkwardly, becoming nervous, "Am I very late?" She asked, floating towards them slowly.

"Lycan," Stiles replied, "Half Shark, half wolf." He shrugged. "Can't do much as a Shark."

Josh came in slowly, chosing a seat at the edge of class. He dropped his backpack down and kicked it under the desk, pulling his notebook out and opening it on the surface, immediately beginning to doodle with a pen he procured from his pocket.

Stiles glanced over at the boy who'd walked in. As much as he liked the relief of not being swamped by women alone, even if one was dead, this wasn't exactly the time. He turned to him. "Um, class isn't starting any time soon," he stated.

Pneuma floated over to the boy, and looked over his shoulder without a sound. She was a ghost after all, silence was one of her abilities. This was Josh, she knew his name and face because she had been at his introduction.

Josh just nodded. "Yeah," He said, finally glancing over. "I usually come early so I can..." He tapped the paper with the end of his pen. "This." He glanced over at the girls and blinked before looking back at Stiles. "You're not lonely, eh?" He smothered a grin.

While his back was turned on her, Pneuma actually went through Josh's shoulder to put her hand on the desk to get a better look at what he was doing. Notes? No, doodling?

"No, I don't think you're actually getting this," Stiles began, "There's an issue and it's being sorted out." He chose to ignore the comment directed at his companions. "Like serious...familial business."

Josh blinked again, a habit. Then he smiled again. "You'll never know I'm here." He said, a waited for a reaction. Before he got one, however, he snorted a laugh and snapped his book shut. "Got it. Good luck." He glanced at the clock once, getting his bearings, and then slung his backpack on, not even noticing the ghost - although he would have liked the company.

Pneuma raised her hand and opened her mouth to say something, but it was possible he wouldn't even hear her. "Oh..." she whispered to herself.

((Sorry! I had to help my brother with music.))

Josh froze a little, his sensitive ears picking her voice up from behind him. No one could have gotten that close without him knowing. His easily tripped senses would have picked them up immediately. He slowly turned around to Pneuma.

Pneuma lifted her eyes slightly, those dark, dead eyes surrounded by the whitest of white, and fluffy lashes the color of clouds. She blinked those round, undead eyes and pushed her ever so slightly waving hair away from her face and behind he pale ear. At first, she was stunned, so had he heard her? Impeccable! His hearing must be exquisite .

"C-c-can you see me?" She asked nervously, unsure of whether she was ghosting to much for him to be able to see her. Usually,werewolves had an especially hard time with EMP and other ghost sensing abilities.

Lena walks in and notices Josh, and waves at him.

Josh glanced over at Lena, but only briefly to wave back. Then he turned to Pneuma again, blinking. "Hi." He said after a moment, figuring it was time to say something. He took in her features, and decided she was obviously an undead. That would explain how she could sneak up on him so easily.

Elsie stopped in the doorway. This was not a normal classroom, without a doubt. Elsie had been to school. She knew this wasn't a normal school, but had at least expected something a little more...low key? She took a deep breath, wondering if she should even go in, since she had almost no control of her powers, but since that class wasn't till later, she braced herself and stepped into the classroom. No reason no to, since there was only one ghost.

Lena nods and starts to mess with some ingredients.

Stiles was growing a bit frustrated with the sudden interest people were taking in the science classroom. Of all the places they could go, this had to be it. "Uh, can you leave, right about now," he asked the boy, as well as the girl who'd just walked in. He preferred to get things settled as quickly as possible and all these interruptions weren't helping.

Josh turned slightly to look at Stiles again. "Yeah, sorry," He said, glancing around at all the new people. "I think we may have started something..."

Pneuma was quite shocked at first, but smiled faintly as an excited twirl of mist encircled the space between her feet and the floor. She raised her hand shyly, and bent her fingers slowly in greeting. She looked downwards and smoothed her very plain white dress which looked like something from the 50's, only white, and almost wispy.

"C-c-can you hear me?" She asked, hoping the echoy sound of her lack of voice box wasn't too faint for him to detect.

However, he looked away as Stiles got a snappy, and Pneuma could feel her own appearence fade with the sharp tone.

Josh's head snapped around again to Pneuma. "Oh, yeah, I can." He nodded, as if it were obvious and common to hear her. He adjusted his backpack slightly, thinking. "Were you spying on me?" He suddenly asked, wanting to get doubts away before he moved forwards or even out of class, for that matter.

Elsie shrugged, turned on her heel, and walked back out the door. She'd just find something else to do if the class didn't want her in there. Of course, that feeling wasn't unfamiliar to her, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt a little. She stepped back out of the room.

Stiles pinched at the bridge of his nose, brows raised when he took in Pneuma's fading. "Wow, that came out a lot harsher than I'd intended," he drawled, before he looked to Carter, "You want any other people in this?"

Pneuma reluctantly nodded, clasping her wrist in front of her. "I wanted to see." She replied, coming only a little closer to him, but not much.

Lena watches that freak girl/thing/ghost, that looked like she was hitting on Josh.

Deciding he had a few moments for the guy and this Carter to sort out whether he should be there or not, (either way it didn't matter, he could doodle somewhere else), Josh frowned slightly, trying to understand what she meant. "Oh," It hit him. "My doodles?" The beginnings of a dark and almost shy smile shadowed his face.

Lena was furious. That girl was hitting on HER boyfriend!!

((Mmm... They're bf and gf in the one on one...))

((oh yah... Smacks head and laughs.))

((not yet though))

((Silly silly. XD

Right. Should he get in a fight with his dad? I think so, eh?))

((no they are dating in this rp cause i checked. Go on the student lounge.))

Stiles returned to his seat. He felt the only adult in the room of toddlers, which was far from the reality of the situation, and wow, the thought alone made him tired. He sighed, eyes heavy lidded as he thought. If he could get everyone, but Carter and Pneuma, out of the room, they'd been able to solve whatever was going down in Carter's dream. His eyes wandered over to a girl watching Pneuma speaking with the guy, brows furrowing but his eyes in a haze of thought.

((ya he and his dad should!))

((Yes, but then we moved the relationship to the 1x1))

((K, pm me. We're spamming))

((oh i thought we were just starting from the beginning on the 1+1))

Lena grabs some salt ready to throw some at the ghost. She tosses a little chunk at her then turns acting like she did nothing.

((... so much for pming. No, I thnk we should keep the relationship exclusively one by one.))

((ok im confused))

Stiles snapped out of thought when the girl threw salt. "Hey, whoa," he exclaimed, "What're you doing?"

"What? What did i do?" Lena asks faking being confused. Of course no one can see he emotions.

Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ ...Céline... Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ wrote: "Deciding he had a few moments for the guy and this Carter to sort out whether he should be there or not, (either way it didn't matter, he could doodle somewhere else), Josh frowned slightly, trying..."

Pneuma nodded slowly, and got just a few more inches closer to him, but shot back as something was thrown at her. Immediately, she vanished, and all that could be heard was a soft whimpering and crying. While in the ghost world, she looked down at herself and saw black liquid (a replacement for blood in a ghost) seeping out of small holes all over her chest and shoulders.

In the living world, a person could see the pool of black liquid forming on the ground. Indeed, salt did injure ghosts. Pneuma cried through the pain, and finally she couldn't ghost any more and flickered back into the world of the living, huddled against the wall several feet away from Josh, covered in her own "blood".

Lena disappears as she was just a hologram. A demon walks out from the shadows laughing.

He jumped violently as salt flew through the air, standing rigid as Pneuma went through her phasing. He had never seen an undead before, let along one's reaction to being attacked. Really, he had no clue what was happening to her. The blood that sprinkled the fround by his feet was a more than obvious clue, however. He turned around to shoot a look at Lena, then at the demon, eyebrows meeting in confusion and objection. "What was that?"

The demon laughs again. "Silly wolf pup you can not tell you lover is just a hologram? Harsh!"

"Salt!" Pneuma cried out, hunched over on her knees. Her jaw was clenched tightly, like a coin press as the tiny particles burned through her form. Had she done something wrong to this girl whom had attacked her? Pneuma was too busy trying to stop her bleeding to wonder. A ghosts blood was actually very powerful, but VERY dangerous. To some, it would kill, staring with a plague. For others, it could raise the dead to the living.

Pneuma slumped onto the tiled ground with a trembling hand pressed against her shoulder. Her white dress now clung to her thin , bony frame as a black muck, thick like paint or pen ink.

((ps the demon is just going to show up for awhile then never probably hear the demon again))

Josh narrowed his eyes at the demon then shook his head, as if saddened. "One, we're not... Lovers." He frowned. "Two, wolf pup? Seriously?" He glanced at Pneuma and bit his lip. At least she was dead already, no matter how morbid the thought was. "Sorry." He said, rather quietly, and walked out of the classroom silently, knowing he should probably let her friends take care of her. He'd intruded enough already, anything else would just further his status as an annoyance.

((Lame exit, I know. He's not usually a jerk. >.<))