The Absolutely Fantastic Fight Club

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-Spawn

IC: "Not towards the teacher? Oh yeah, somethin' ain't right, here." Jolek said with conviction, vaulting over the desk with a hand on the hilt of his Longsword.

"Wait!" Claire whisper shouted, after doing the exact same thing, minus weapon. "What do you plan to do?"

"Look at him. He's completely focused on her eyes. My guess is, this is some sorta hypnotic thing or a glamour or something of the sort.

Now, if I can distract him, break eye contact, or something, that should at least lessen the effects, if not snap him outta it outright." he said, drawing the well-polished blade, which caught the light, and beginning to mess with the direction the gleam appeared in.

"How are you sure he's not just actually noticing her, for a change?"

"I don't, but either way, it's fun to mess with him."

She rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation, nevertheless watching curiously.

IC: "Hmm..." Jolek said, suddenly clad in a tweed suit and having one of those bubble-pipe-things in his mouth. "Very peculiar. Further reconnisance is necessary, it would seem."

"Yeah, I'd say-- Wait, what the--?!" she began, doing a touble take at the sudden change in the state of the boy's dress.

"Where the hell did you get that from?"

"The void between dimensions. You see, I've got this bag of holding..."

IC: "Hm. Is it possible? Could he truly be...reciprocating? Further study is needed, perhaps at a more discreet distance." Jolek said, having returned the suit to that one pouch of his backpack, but kept the bubble-pipe and now produced a monocle.

"So, you're telling me that that pounch really does act as a bag of holding?"

"Being the kid of two former military officers has its perks," Jolek stated with a grin.

IC:

"Thanks," she said, blushing slightly. "It wasDance Gavin Dance."

She sat up, staring at him.

Dorian grinned.

"Descriptions, no sir, you can't ignore. The lights, they are blinding, and you, my man, are such a bore. Please smash the target, please smash the target, please smash the target that's right where my heart sits," he sang in a mid-range tenor, in a voice well-suited for any kind of rock music.

Em gasped.

"That was freaking sick," she said, pulling her chair towards him and putting her hand on his. Astoundingly, Dorian didn't pull his away.

-Spawn

IC: "So, you both got the period off?" Jolek asked, seemingly having appeared from nowhere behind Dorian, now sitting on a chair he apparently pulled up and inspecting the blade of his Longsword with a critical eye, clearly bored out of his mind.

"So much for 'at a discreet distance'." Claire muttered, returning to her seat.

"Gotta hand it to him, though, he probably could've just sat there eavesdropping for a good while and they'd have not noticed. It looks like his parents, if anything, have taught him stealth."

IC: "Sherlock? I don't kn-- oh, still got my monocle on. Meh, Holmes never used one to my knowledge, anyway." he said, removing the eyepiece.

"Yeah, I knew about you, it was her that had me curious. I wasn't entirely sure about that. " he explained.

"So, looks like you're the rare female with common sense when it applies to these two." Jolek said, gesturing to both Dorian and Maglod.

"I'm Jolek Highwind, you?"

IC: Jolek rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Nice to meet ya." he said, waving and returning to his seat.

"Discreet distance?"

"I was bored. Say, you dye your hair?" he asked, noticing the redness of her hair.

"Actually, no. Apparently, it runs in the family." she said, idly twirling a strand.

"Hm. That's pretty cool."

"Enough changing the subject. The results of your studies?"

"Inconclusive."

IC: Jolek stopped gathering his books for a second, then glanced over at the conversing pair.

"Something wrong?" Claire asked, already set to go.

"Not as far as I can tell, but yeesh, how many more people have Alchemy next?"

The bell rang, as if to tell him he'd find out soon enough.

"Well, looks like we'd better find out or be late," the redhead said, picking up her books and exiting the room.

"Yep," Jolek said, right behind her.

'That's downstairs, isn't it?"

"Mmhm."

"Bleh, walking. I swear to god, if it's close to the cafeteria..."

IC:

Dorian stood up, taking Em's hand in his.

"You leave anything at Dom's room?" he asked. At a shake of Em's head, he shrugged.

"Alright, then," he said, grinning at her, "let's head to Alchemy."

OOC: TO THIRD PERIOD.

-Spawn

IC: "And so, the copperhead ladykiller enters the room, automatically surveying his surroundings for any preadators, seemingly unaware from the one just behind him..." he said, in a fairly good imitation of a Cockney accent.

"Dammit, Jolek." Claire said, as she tried to contain her laughter at her companion's antics.

"Okay, I'll stop, since you asked so nicely." he said, putting in his earbuds and waving his friend over.

IC: "Hells yeah, man." Jolek replied, an edge of excitement in his voice.

"Huh. Either of you seen Mag?" he asked, scanning the room.

No sign of the half elf.

"Nope." Claire said, also looking.

"Well then, there's three things that'd cause this: One, he has to go to the bathroom. Two, he's talking to Shiarra, or three, he's out there fighting his way through his hordes of fangirls." Jolek said with a contemplative grimace.

"You're kidding."

"No shit."

IC: "Meh." Claire said with a shrug. "To each their own, then."

Jolek, however, was much less apathetic and much more uncharacteristically irritated.

"Like I give a damn who you find more attractive, he's still my friend, so if you would just keep it to yourself, I--" he said, in what was the beginnings of an angry, not quite well thought out rant. Thankfully, he cut himself off before things got to insulting and too illogical.

"Dammit, sorry. God, I really need to not skip breakfast."

"Hunger leads to anger?"

"Often."

IC: The young swordsman glanced at his supply of paper, now spread over the back of the classroom. He turned a baleful, deadly gaze onto his longtime friend.

3...2...1.

"WHAT THE HELL, MAN?! I APOLOGIZED ALREADY, THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! IT'S NOT LIKE I EVEN INSULTED HER THAT MUCH IN THE FIRST PLACE! ALL I DID WAS TELL HER THE TRUTH, THAT I REALLY DON'T CARE WHO SHE FINDS MORE ATTRACTIVE!"

Claire edged away from her raging classmate, knowing that this was going to get ranty.

IC: Jolek's rant had taken him into a natural progression past the point of attacking anybody in particular, and now almost past the point of sanity.

"AND THE LIGHTS! WHO DESIGNED THESE DAMN LIGHTS ANYWAY?! IT'S WAY WORSE THAN I DUNNO, SUNLIGHT? HELL, WHY DO WE NEED A BUILDING?! WHY CAN'T WE JUST HAVE CLASSES OUTSIDE! FRESH AIR, NATURAL LIGHT AND-- Wait, what?" he asked, snapping out of his anger and into confusion.

"Thank god, it's over." Claire moaned, rubbing her temples "All that ranting was giving me a headache."