The Absolutely Fantastic Fight Club

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-Spawn

IC: Jolek, having finished the assigned work, was drawing as well.

Of course, his drawing was a tad different, what with the F-22A engaged in aerial combat with no less than three dragons, a Pteranodon, and was being supported by him, Mag, and Dorian, who seemed to be flying a tank.

After he'd begun to work on another drawing, he decided he'd spread his work around. Quickly folding the drawing into a paper airplane, he sent it high as soon as the teacher turned his head, then resumed his drawing of an armored warrior locked in combat with Captain Falcon, glancing up every few seconds to track the plane's course.

As the Genesis copy would say, Fweeeeeeeeee.


Meanwhile, on the other side of class, the fangirl was just about to begin a drawing of her own, when a paper airplane collided with her head.

"Huh?" she mumbled, glancing around to see who could have thrown it. Certainly not Maglod, he wasn't like that. She glanced next to him, as the boy glanced up, seeing she was the one who discovered the plane. To her befuddlement, he shrugged, and resumed his work on whatever he was drawing.

So, it looks like he wanted to know where it ended up, but didn't care who saw it? Then again, he could just be faking...

He gave a shrug of her own, as she unfolded the aircraft, and appraised the drawing with a raised eyebrow and a quiet chuckle. She threw the boy a curious, yet amused look.

He flashed her a quick grin of his own, before returning to his work, tounge sticking out ever so slightly in concentration.

IC: "Guh." Jolek blurted out, slumping foreward in boredom.

"Something to share, Mr. Highwind?"

"Bored."

"You have work to do, don't you?"

"No."

"You're finished, then?"

"Yes."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Really?"

Jolek gave the teacher a flat look before folding up his work in to what must have been the thirtieth paper airplane that day, and sent it flying towards the teacher.

...

"Hm. All correct. Very good, Mr. Highwind. Any work from other classes?"

"No."

"Well, I suppose you are free to socialise with anyone else who's finished. It looks like your friend Maglod is, you can talk if you keep it down and don't distract the others."

"'... Can't say Mag's doin' it on purpose, but okay." he said with a shrug, turning towards the half-elf and examining what he was currently illustrating.

His stomach rumbled fiercely causing a few students to glance in his direction and snicker.

"Dammit, I knew one Kit Kat wouldn't hold. Dorian did too, the rat basta--" Jolek began to grumble under his breath, before he was cut off by a shadow falling over him.

"Hungry?" he heard a voice ask, and turned to see the fangirl from earlier offering him a--Score! Three Musketeers!-- with an amused smile.

"Yeah, I am. Why might this concern you?" he asked, accepting his favorite candy bar of all time and opening the wrapper.

"You looked like you could use something and I knew I wasn't gonna eat that after everything else in my lunch bag, so I thought, 'Why not?'"

"Can't say I'd know. Anyways, thanks!" Jolek said, taking a bite.

He leaned forward to her desk, as she'd decided to choose to sit in the (oddly) empty one to his left, and narrowed his eyes and dropped his voice.

"Okay, what's your game?" he asked her straight, no dancing around the subject.

Thankfully, she had the sense to not attempt to hide it from him, however tempting it was to say, "Super Smash Bros.".

"I figured it would be a good idea to try and get to know him better, if only through his friend."

"Well, ya made the right choice, goin' up to him wouldn'ta done you any good. I'm sure you're well aware of how he thinks of his fangirls?"

"Yeah, and honestly, I've kind of been questioning whether I should even try to go for Mag. I mean, sure, he's hot 'n' all, but he just treats girls who try to get with him like crap, except for that one she-elf, who he really seems happy with." she said with a small sigh.

"And, uh..." she added with a slight blush. "Now that I've stopped being clompletely obsessed with him, unlike the rest of the female student body, I couldn't help but notice that you don't look all that bad, either."

...

She glanced up at the young swordsman, somewhat tenatively.
His eyes were wide, and he pulled back, expression a mixture of confusion, suprise, and... shyness?


Fangirl noticing people besides Mag/Dorian?
Realizing that he honestly doesn't want the affection?
Me, attractive?

*Attempting to Process*
*System failure*

"Uh, you okay?" the girl asked, waving a hand in front of him.

"I...uh...wait, what?"

"Look, I'm not saying I've given up on Maglod, I'm just noticing that, 'Hey, this guy doesn't look all that bad either', alright? It's not as if I like you or anything, I'm just pointing that out." she explained.

Unfortunately for her, the boy was now thoroughly lost.

"Uh... okay?"

OOC: lol Jolek

IC: Akwardmomentshitwhatdo--

"Oh, hey Dorian!" Jolek said, noticing the arrival and thanking whichever gods had decided to smile upon him in his time of need.

"Period off?" he asked, taking Dorian's musical taslent and his relationship with the teacher into consideration.

Claire appraised the newcomer with a curious gaze.

A shrug.

Meh, I don't see what's so great about him. Just looks like a bit like a Genesis copy to me.

She took a moment to process what she just thought.

I really need to lay off the Final Fantasy.

IC: "Much thanks to Dom, then." Jolek said, opening the bottle and taking a swig.

Dropping the conversation to a low whisper, he continued.

"Man, you're a lifesaver. Couldn'ta walked in at a better time. Also, the lady in red over there's apparently questioning whether she wants to continue one of Mag's fangirls. Unprecedented behavior on your front too, correct?"

Claire looked up at the two, wondering what they were talking about.

At the same time, she also was thinking about Jolek's reaction to her little problem.

What had him so flustered? I just told him that he was pretty cute, not anything like I was gonna go after him if I had no luck with Maglod...

IC: "Yeah, well I haven't seen any signs of it, and besides, she made it clear that she isn't giving up on Mag, she's just having a few second thoughts. Thing is, I think she came to me for advice or something. I'unno, man."

Hm. On a second thought, I REALLY need to stop playing that game. He doesn't look THAT much like him.

IC: ...

"What"

IC: "Oh, Me and Mag both have alchemy next, you? Personally, i'm pretty pumped. gonna be all changing shit into gold, messing with the laws of physics, deconstructing stuff at a molecular level, bein' all; 'PEW PEW ALCHEMY'. It's gonna be great."

Someone's excited.

IC: "Hell yeah, it is. Let's hope Shiarra's in the class too, in case I accidentally create antimatter or something." Jolek said with a chuckle.

Create antimatter? Ah, alchemy.

She checked her schedule, glancing over at the half-elf.

Sweet, looks like I share their classes too.

She allowed herself a small grin of triumph.

IC: Dorian

The door creaked, but Dorian was too busy laughing with Jolek to notice, even as he felt soft fingertips brush through his copper-colored hair.

He turned, noticing a girl of average height pulling up a chair next to him with a smile.

Shit.

OOC: Don't fuck with her, Raz. I'm considering making her a PC. It's a trial period.

-Spawn

OOC: I won't... but Jolek might.

:3

IC: "Hey, where'd you come from?" Jolek asked, managing not to laugh at the golden expression on Dorian's face.


Hm. She snuck up on them pretty easily.

Maybe I should ask her for tips.

IC: "Oh, that was you? I thought I heard something." Jolek said, walking to return to his seat, barely managing to keep his control at the look on Dorian's face, now even better than before.

"Wow."

"Huh?"

"I guess I can see why they'd get annoyed with us. Do we really sound like that?"

"Well, I haven't heard you be at all similar to that, but in general, that's typically how fangirls are."

"Okay, thanks. It's good to know that I'm not as bad as some. By the way, I don't think I ever caught your first name..."

"It's Jolek. You?"

"Claire."

"Hm. Well played." the two said in unision.

They stopped, turned and gave eachother a quizzical glance, before shrugging and observing the situation further.

OOC: HIVEMIND.

IC: "So I guess it looks like you aren't the only one with a more sensible approach to this, eh?" Jolek said, with a small, content grin.

"Hopefully whatever bug's caught you two'll catch the rest of 'em. Then they might not be as much of a pain to deal with."

"I'd imagine you would find that pretty nice." Claire said, nodding in agreement.

"Of course, I can't say I'd know." Jolek said, leaning back and gazing out the window.

"I'unno if it's just cause I hang out with them a whole lot, but I can't say I've had to deal with what they do. But yeah, they'd probably appreciate it."

IC:
Dorian grinned. "Oh, if only you did. Then maybe you'd feel what it's like."

"So, then," Emily said, her deep blue eyes focused into Dorian's brilliant iridescent, "can we talk?"

Dorian cast a look at Jolek out of the corner of his eye and was about to answer when she took his hand and looked at him.[/color]

"Pleeeeeeeease?"

"Okay, then," he said, with a slight grin on his face. He wasn't sure WHY he'd said it, just that he had, and before he knew it, he was sitting across the room, away from the other two.

OOC: Doriannapped.

-Spawn

IC:...

"Hm."

"What?"

"Is it me, or is something off about this turn of events?"

"Well...Maybe. Dorian usually doesn't let himself get cornered like this. Let's see what happens if I distract him..." Jolek trailed off, folding the Captain Falcon vs. an Armored Warrior drawing into the umpteenth paper airplane of his.

Claire couldn't help but chuckle.

"What is it with you and paper airplanes?" she asked.

"I find them useful." he said, as he launched the aircraft on a collision course with Dorian's head.


OOC: ohsittagteam'd