Ren-kun

DCW's Dynamite Gal. Bonus points for whoever gets the reference. XD

I get to have my own slasher movie moment. A bird poops on your hair.

Smile Boy - Lee Seung Gi

^ Di ko alam exact number pero madami-dami rin. ^^ Anyway, welcome!

Gives a Pokedex.

three friends named

into evil leprechauns.

Objection granted.

Running. Horizontal stripes or vertical stripes?

^ All I could think of is Phoenix Wright.

*throws a bag of prunes*

[] Opening his mouth to respond to what he considered as a condescending remark from Garnet, he could have never expected that he would be buried underneath three other people in a crumpled heap. Devin let out an uncharacteristic yelp as he was caught at the avalanche of bodies, all the while realizing that his newly polished shoes were most likely bent and damaged. Much worse, he's staring right into Garnet's eyes and their faces were in close proxiimity to each other. Too, too close for comfort. Devin immediately shot up, without much consideration for the others' joints and muscles, and swiftly bent over to check his shoes. Before he could closely inspect them however, he was caught off guard by the unfamiliar voice of another boy. Just what I needed. "Don't mind me just... carry on with your girlfriend." The words should have irritated him more than it had, what he felt was nowhere near the almost murderous rage that came over him when Garnet 'tainted' his hands. "I'll have you know that is this barbaric creature is not my girlfriend." Devin said, almost in a deadpan voice, as if he was just spouting out an obvious fact from an encyclopedia. By that point, Devin was still oblivious to what has happened to his hair or his clothes for that matter. It wasn't that he didn't feel his threads constricting him or his hair moving about in a sporadic fashion. It was more like he's too focused on trying to read the guy to pay it any heed. Or maybe he was simply just still disoriented by the little incident. He didn't have much of a chance to blink away the stars that he saw when he fell down. The banter lasted for a good three more lines before Garnet stepped in and mediated between the two. Devin wasn't having any of it though. He managed to squeak in few final words. "I take it that you're slightly ignorant. All your futile attempts at sarcasm and so-called wit were nothing more than a pathetic show of you grasping at straws and being devoid of anything that might be considered sharp. Leaning on the fourth wall could only get you so far. Shape up." He then tried to get Garnet's attention, as there was still something he wanted to say, but was stopped short when a young man with nearly hypnotic blue hair approached them. "I was hearing some very loud noises all day, and I come here and realize you five were the source. I see you intend to cause trouble on the very first day." The young man brushed his blue hair, then stared coldly at the five students. "I believe you understand what this means? I want you present in my chambers before dinner. I would like a word with all of you, and we will discuss disciplinary measures then." The young man began to walk away, then stopped. "And before you consider doing so, don't 'ditch' this appointment. Otherwise, I do predict that you will have," and the man stopped, turned around and waved his hand. Frost began to gather in the room. The temperature of the air began to fall. "A very chilly reception to Gretchen High." The man then walked away and was gone. Devin couldn't believe his eyes. He met Kavin Chills on his first day, probably the only person he looked up to and will ever look up to. His eyes still practically twinkling in admiration, Devin snapped out of his trance and bowed. "Understood, sire. We'll definitely be there." He called out in a clear and distinctive voice, akin to that of a leader's. He surveyed the reactions of the people around him. Two of them were just short of having their mouths agape in apparent fear and two of them were happily rambling about nonsensical stuff. I guess ignorance is bliss, after all. Imbeciles. "We reconvene here promptly after we have supper." He continued, unabashed that he has irked almost all of them and now he was barking out orders. A shrill voice pierced the silence that he was just starting to enjoy and the owner of said voice was, to put it simply, lacking quite a few things 'upstairs'. Devin managed to catch her name, and something about peanut butter, but conveniently tuned her out. He wasn't going to waste any of his precious brainwaves to try to keep up with someone as obnoxious as the girl. With Saki scampering off, Devin was left with his two original 'companions'. "Sorry, uh, Misa, was it? Should we wait for Saki?" Garnet asked Misaki. Devin then tapped the girl on the shoulder and outstretched both of his arms to show her his singed hands once more. "You were talking about a 'burn cream'?" Devin asked, his voice skittering around the words burn cream as if they were things that he should be apprehensive of. "Do it for me. I don't know what is the correct process of putting such low-grade sounding substance onto my pristine skin. Maybe then I'll let this entire ordeal pass.... Maybe."

Devin was fuming. He might have been a prodigy at handling earth-type spells but he certainly wasn't a person who had a solid grasp on his anger. While he might appear nonchalant and cold about everything that was going on around him, he wasn't going to let someone who had damaged his skin just slip past by his radar. He only had four triggers that would truly send him into a mad frenzy: touching his hair, his skin, his clothes and his books. Anything else out of that would just make him utter a disparaging remark or two. But his hands were singed. That basically meant that he flew off his rocker in rage. Every step he took down the stairs was accompanied by a slight rumbling of the ground as his feet came in contact with the hard concrete. His subconscious was manipulating the earth beneath him, though thankfully it had minimal power. Devin was ready to brawl, whether it be verbally or through a magic duel. She had it coming. That's what Devin believed anyway. Spotting Garnet at the foot of the stairwell with another girl, his face immediately contorted into an unpleasant expression. Great, it might be starting to form a colony. The hands he took the trouble of lathering up with a specific skin product thrice a day were disfigured in a snap. Except they weren't. They were indeed blackened and had barely noticeable burns but it's nothing that couldn't be fixed easily. Of course he overreacted. He always did when it concerned his physical appearance. He tapped his foot incessantly to get the girl's attention but when she didn't budge, Devin spun her around himself. Barely able to contain his annoyance, he started to mouth off mindlessly. "You... You imbecile! How dare you taint my flawless skin? Do you know how much money I spend on lotion for my digits? It's D&G lotion for God's sake...D&G! I'm completely certain that you'd be so neck deep in debt if I made you pay for what you've done, you won't even be able to fathom it. Expect to see a filed formal complaint against you, you flagrant and insolent excuse for a young lady!" [[Pardon Devin. XD]]

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It wasn't his choice to attend the school. Given the chance, he would have merely disposed of the admission letter once he received it but his father reminded him of the one thing that could affect him: his late mother's aspirations for him. A close friend of Drake Tonate, headmaster of Gretchen High, Helena Song was a pioneer in researching Ein's revelations. Before her untimely demise, Devin as always told by his mother that if he graduates from the prestigious school, he would be 'set for life'. Whatever that meant. It's not as if he needs any credentials to be able to have a solid future. He's Devin Song. He could get anything he wanted if he just asked for it enough. But he couldn't bear to pass on the opportunity, not after his father basically gave him a guilt trip. He didn't even know why his mother's wishes for him carried so much weight to him. They weren't particularly close. Apparently, he wasn't exempt on having a heart. Or at least some hints of it. Brushing his thoughts aside, Devin surveyed the dorm room he just entered with critical eyes. It wasn't too impressive. It was everything he expected, from the mediocre bed to the obligatory standard dresser, there wasn't much he could say about the room. It didn't have the luxuries he enjoyed back at home though it wasn't that terrible of a place to live in. One thing that seemed out of place from the basic room was a green stone affixed on the wall just above the headboard of his new bed. It was roughly the same size as his palm and it faintly glowed whenever Devin approached it. It didn't look like anything special but the boy was oddly drawn to it, as if the stone was beckoning him to come close as frequently as possible. He snapped out of the little trance though, knowing that he had a lot more important matters to attend to. Like the swapping of the hideous bedsheets, or the disposal of the equally hideous garbage bin situated beside the study desk. Devin opened his suitcase and took out a smaller pouch. Inside of it were gloves, a face mask and some disinfectant spray contained in a spritzer bottle. He wore the gloves and mask with ease, and tested the bottle's spritzer once. Time to get to work. He couldn't risk being in contact with anything that might infect him. While the room didn't look dirty, the thought that someone had lived there before him was more than enough to make him squeamish. He started with the bed, stripping it off the sheets that draped over it and thoroughly covering its entire area with the disinfectant. Lost in the 'manual labor', he jumped a bit when he heard someone knock on his door. He ignored it, figuring that whoever's at the other end would just walk away if he didn't respond. His idea of an undisturbed first day was shaping up to be nothing more than a daydream. It didn't take long before he heard the second knock, causing a visible crease form on his forehead. He took a deep breath, stood up and lowered his face mask. Devin opened the door swiftly and was met with a girl that looked a little bit too... outlandish for his tastes, certainly not someone he would want to be associated with. He raised an eyebrow and subsequently rolled his eyes, closing the door without so much as a word. Devin scurried back to the bed, deciding what kind of bedhseet he would want to use for it.

Banned for making me learn something new.

^ Intruding here, ew marshmallows.

Banned for adding more to your signature.

His head held high in nothing but a self-righteous manner and his posture ridiculously on point, Devin Song must have looked like one of Gretchen High's rumored to be strict professors. It was evident in the way that he effortlessly cut through the convened little groups of students littered all over the hall, as if they were paving the way especially for him. Lingering gazes followed by hushed conversations were thrown around him. Not that it fazed the boy though. If anything, one of his expectations had come true. The 'lessers' he was going to go to school with were nothing but hormone-addled teenagers. He continued to walk with a steady and brisk pace, occasionally meeting the glances of people and returning the courtesy with an icy glare. One male student however, who didn't take well to Devin's air of arrogance and wasn't complacent on doing nothing about it, flung what appeared to be a tomato directly at Devin's head. Thankfully it stopped short and came in contact with the boy's shoulder instead. Contrary to what people might have expected, Devin turned around to face the boy, his mouth curling into a taunting smirk. "Satisfied? Expect to see a filed formal complaint against you, you barbaric filthy plebeian." Without missing a beat, he continued on to his destination. Ascending a flight of stairs, Devin caught glimpse of two boys who were seemingly harassing another boy who was much smaller in stature. Pathetic. Anyone who couldn't stand up for themselves deserved to be treated that way as far as he's concerned. It was terribly ironic of him to think that way, as he basically insulted someone who did stand up for himself mere moments ago but he couldn't help it. He was always right after all. Or at least that's what he thought. Upon going through another flight of stairs, Devin had no trouble locating where the headmaster's study was. He set his paperwork onto the handsome desk, all the while finding pleasure in mocking the supposed 'educational system' the school boasted of. Sure it was supposedly the best school for magic but he didn't see anything that made him agree with what the reputation of Gretchen High suggested. His eyes wandering all across the entire room, the book perched on the musical stand piqued his interest immediately. It was all too familiar. Hell, it was his own version of a bedtime story book throughout his childhood years. He opened the book with little regard for delicacy and a knowing look of glee appeared on his face. Devin recited the words, not needing the book to read them off of. He knew the enigmatic sentences by heart. It comes. The Spirits, led by their ringmaster. On the fated day, the whole world will become its circus. There is nothing we can do. Walpurgis Night is coming. He closed the book and returned it to where he found it, exited the room and proceeded to walk to his assigned dorm. It was time for him to keep more people at arm's length.

Gas

Mail

eating some diamonds.

*Plays Pokemon with the person above me*