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"Oh.. you're welcome," Rachel told him softly. "I just wish it hadn't come this at all." She sighed, wishing things like this didn't happen at school. "So.. what exactly happened?" she asked. "I sort of ran for the hills looking for a teacher when it all started. I never saw everything that happened."

Syndral sighed and was quiet for a moment. "It was certainly not the wisest of choices. That mistake you made could very well cost us our reason for being here, Mort." She said quietly, making sure that no one else overheard their conversation. She then sighed once more and lowered her gaze. "However, I.... Regret that... I have been nearly as impulsive this time around. My actions were no wiser. I had possibly started the retaliation myself by throwing the spherical object across the room at the barbarians. Such a display of aggression would not be acceptable back home, neither would be the possibility of failing here." She muttered.

ooc: I have to go momentarily, but I will be right back.

Zurgon took a deep breath before he explained everything to Rachel. "Well...I saw some guys playing with a basketball, and I asked if they would care to partake in tossing it around and becoming friends, they proceeded to pin me to the wall, beat me senselessly and throw basketballs at my face, thankfully Diane got a few of them off of me, and so did Allison, Mort tried to help but got pushed down, so I got angry, tricked one of them into punching another, and then Mort....Bit one of them in the leg..." He took a large gasp for air as he had explain everything with one breath.

"Wow..." was all Rachel could say. She was glad that she hadn't had to witness any of that, and she was also glad to have found Mr. White before things got too out of hand. She shook her head. "What was that gym teacher thinking? Leaving us alone here like that? He's either never been a high school teacher before or just.. doesn't care." She sighed. Rachel wasn't ignorant of the horrors her world had to offer. She knew that a lot of people just didn't have a care in the world, and that even applied to teachers who were supposed to be keeping their students safe.

Ryo sighed
"I got detention for nothing..." he said, not knowing how he kicked Shane

//I'm sorry, this is confusing me, Why does Ryo not remember doing anything he's done? You should probably look up the definition of Bipolar, it's not split-personality disorder, they are not the same thing, I apologize if I am sounding rude, I'm not meaning to be.//

Mr. White led the student down the hallways, intent on arriving at his destination. And that was most certainly not the office. As he’d helped escort the boy down the hallways, he’d taken note of the boy’s injuries. There were several small incisions that formed a crescent shape – a bite mark. Elim wasn’t particularly knowledgeable of his companions’ oral characteristics, but he had a feeling it had been Morph, what with his.. history.

This incident complicated matters. He most certainly could not allow the boy to fall into the hands of the humans’ medical care system, for surely they would question what had caused such a strange injury. The thought of making the boy ‘disappear’ had crossed his mind, but he couldn’t allow children to go missing on the first day of school. It would arouse too much suspicion, and that was something he did not need.

What was he to do then? The boy needed medical attention, though he couldn’t allow him going anywhere near a hospital; everyone in that gymnasium had seen the bite, and even though they hadn’t suspected anything, they still knew he had been injured, and thus, they would expect him to be admitted to a hospital. There were so many things that needed an excuse and needed to be covered up, and all the while, he as a teacher was stuck in his classroom, and his comrades as students were stuck at school. This would be a challenge.

Still guiding the boy through the endless corridors that made up the school, Elim began mentally making a list of everything that needed to be covered up. With that, he began thinking of a solution as to how he could cover it up. An idea began forming in his head, and he decided that he would have to go with it. Going on half-formulated plans was never something he’d liked, as anything could go wrong, but it was necessary as a spy. In his line of work, things went wrong more often than they went right, and he had to come up with things on the spot to remedy them. This certainly wasn’t his best plan, but it’d have to work. Yes.. and it just might, at that.

Leading the student into his own classroom, he shut the door behind him and made sure that there would be no witnesses.

“Hey… What’re.. What’re we doing here?” the student asked, apparently having been too dazed by his injury or simply too stupid to realize they had gone off course until now. “This leg really – ACK!”

He was immediately cut off by Elim’s strong hold on his throat and a hand clamped over his mouth. The alien had no intent on harming the boy, but he needed him unconscious for a while, and while cutting off air to the human's lungs wasn’t exactly his preferred method of knocking people out cold, it would have to suffice. He was a bit impressed, if he was going to be honest with himself, at just how much the boy struggled before he fell limp in his arms. The boy had been incredibly strong, though it hadn’t been enough.

Curious, Elim thought. Perhaps there was equilibrium between physical and mental prowess among humans. This boy clearly excelled in physical power, but was quite lacking on a level of intelligence. Stowing away this bit of information, he set the student in the closet, closing him in and locking the door. This would be.. a curious development in their mission.

OOC: M'kay


"Oh, Diane," Mort sighed. "You may be right, but it wasn't as bad as what I did. We would have simply gotten detention, but now..." he lowered his voice, "I might have exposed us. What I did was unacceptable... I know apologizing won't make things any better, but... I'm sorry..."

((I used the wrong term...simple mistake! Sorry! '^-^

Yeah...no clue why I didn't say split personality disorder....))

Zurgon had finally got his balance back, though he was still a bit dizzy from the walloping he had taken in. Why merits them the right to bully anyone...The teacher should have left us with his second-in-command, he hasn't even returned yet! Then a gasp came out of the Zarns' mouth, What is the teacher going to do and say about all of this? Fear was one emotion that Zurgon was feeling, another was hatred, and shame, and disgust, but he also felt relief and a tad bit of happiness.

Being a Zarn, he was expected to be an excellent fighter, but he wasn't, he was more of a tactician than a fighter, though he wasn't exactly a pacifist either, he was more of a 'fight if need be' kind of guy. Then another realization came to his attention. Diane tried to help me! Diane, the girl who seemed so emotionally detached from everything surrounding her had helped Zurgon. He didn't exactly mind detention, if he hadn't gotten detention, he just would've gone back to his cave and moped the rest of the night, but he would't tonight, he would leave detention smiling, for he knew he had people that cared.

Zurgon hadn't realized that so much time had gone by, class was almost over, and the teacher had only just come back, he didn't seem too phased by anything, he was oblivious to everything that happened.

"The bells about to ring, C'mon Rach, I'll buy ya lunch." Zurgon was always trying to do good deeds, most people thought there was a reason or a catch, but there wasn't, he simply liked being nice.

"What? You don't have to do that," Rachel laughed, amused by his constant friendliness. It was an admirable trait of Shane's, but unfortunately it had been that same trait that had gotten him pummeled by the other students. Was such friendliness really so strange? Rachel supposed that it was. She'd never before seen someone so happy and outgoing as Shane in her life. She hadn't even really thought such intense joy was possible. It was sad how that was the case. It was sad how Shane was seemingly the only one who was full of such sun-shininess. More people should have such a positive outlook and relationship with the world.

No one did, though.

Ryo looked around and sat on a bench, seeing many students laughing about what just happened. He looked down, feeling bad for anyone in this act.

"Well, That's certainly correct, I don't have to" Zurgon was liking life on Earth, despite being beat up, things were going quite well for him. The Order didn't know, but Zurgon secretly had no intention on going back to his planet, he was going to stay on Earth, get an education, get a job, fall in love, he wanted all of that and more. "But I want to." His level of happiness wasn't so well received on his planet aswell, he thought he was always so happy because of his mother and what she had taught him, she had visited earth, years ago, and she had befriended a human, but knew she couldn't stay forever, she always sent the human flowers, every year, and the human would leave a note for his mother to pick up every year, and she did.. Zurgon hoped that he would meet a human and be able to share his secret that he was not of this Earth and they would accept him and be friends, Rachel seemed like a good candidate.

"...I don't think there's going to be any arguing with you, is there?" Rachel guessed with a small, amused smile. The previous, disturbing occurrences were being flushed out of her mind, instead being replaced by relative happiness. Shane seemed to do that to people, suck any negative emotion out of you and toss it out a window, leaving nothing but at least contentment in its place. Rachel could only hope that her presence with him brought him a similar sense of companionship.

OOC: I'm off to bed, so don't go too far without me. G'night!

Syndral gave a slight nod. "Apology accepted." She muttered. It was true that his actions could expose them, but she wasn't going to scold him for it. She didn't need to. He already knew his mistake and was apologizing for it. It didn't fix anything, but she knew that he had changed enough so that she didn't have to fuss on him now. Besides, restating the problem doesn't solve anything.

She then sighed. "Still, I can't help but shake the notion that I was too rash. I should not have reacted the way I did, with such an impulsive and violent action. It was just.... Something.... Came over me, I suppose..." Syndral shook her head. "Regardless of the reasoning behind it, I should have had more control. However, at least this detention does not sound as horrible as it may seem. I will accept the proper punishment for the primitive behavior I just displayed, and refrain from performing such actions again."

//I'm off for the night aswell, I'll post early in the morning.//

Seytrius just looked around at this mess he and these other students had gotten themselves into. "First day too." He said, shaking his head and following a little behind Zurgon and Rachel. "Hey, what up!" He said, waving to the two people he was wanting to befriend officially.

((I'll probably be posting less often. Well, more often than earlier tonight. ))

OOC: Just wanted to point out that Morph has two rows of teeth on both the upper and lower jaw, so the bite mark on the Jock's leg would look like a double crescent. DOUBLE CRESCENT WOUND ON THE LIMB, WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?!


Mort kicked at the flooring with his arms crossed. "As will I," he agreed. It was interesting, though. Syndral never had behaved quite like that before this mission. She certainly had more self-control when a fight broke out. However, this was a different setting than before, and a lot of time had passed from then.
"... Well, at least you didn't let anyone's blood, or anything. Or cause a potential possibility for foreign bacterial infections," Mort added, managing to crack a small grin. "Maybe that boy's leg will develop its own intelligence."

Syndral actually smiled a bit. "I doubt that. The possibility of that happening would be--actually, that would be rather intriguing. If that happened, then I would very much like to study him. It could actually end up being beneficial to the boy, if his leg developed its own intelligence. He didn't appear to have any himself." She smirked a bit.

Zurgon looked over his shoulder to see Morph and Syndral, conversing with eachother, Zurgon was going to buy them all lunch but he decided it best to leave the two of them alone to settle what ever it was they were talking about, so he continued on his way towards the Cafe. "So, what kinds of delicacies do you eat for lunch around here?" Strawberries and pizza were pretty much the only foods he knew of on planet Earth, but he wanted to know more, he had brought a few snacks from his home planet, just small things such as the wings of a giant scarab, the ribs of a Zuckerox, and a bag of Tinsiloids.

Mort snorted. "Yeah, maybe it'll kick some sense into him, while he's at it." It was relieving to see her smile despite the situation. There wasn't much that could be done otherwise.

"Yes. Clever." Syndral stated, letting out the slightest chuckle. "It would do him good to have some common sense." She said. Syndral then paused. I must refrain from acting even marginally similar to these humans. I can't go back home behaving at all like them, not around my kind. I can't lose the respect I worked hard to earn. I need to keep in mind why I'm here, and that the mission comes first. Syndral sighed and cleared her throat. Her neutral expression returned quickly. "Well, anyway..." She spoke quietly, her tone of voice even and flat again. "I suppose class will be over soon."

"Depends on what they're serving," Rachel replied. "They usually offer different kinds of fruits; I enjoy those. Honestly, I'm not that much of a picky eater. I just eat whatever is on the lunch menu, unless it's something.. disgusting," she finished with a small chuckle. "But that doesn't happen often."

The bell had officially rung now, even though Shane and she were already on their way to lunch. The gym teacher hadn't seemed to care... Rachel was glad that she was out of that class for today, even if she had been spared the worst of it.

"Absolutely," Mort agreed, laughing along. He felt somewhat fulfilled that Syndral was still capable of having her sense of humor at that time. "Yes, any moment now," he replied, just as the bell rung. He gestured to the doorway. "Shall we?"

Syndral had gotten a small, grey lunchbox out of her backpack, and then got up from her sitting position. She gave a slight nod to Mort and then headed out of the gym. Syndral took the liberty of bringing food from her home planet, as she had no intention of eating human food.

Stalking about in the hallways, using what precious little time he had before he was expected at lunch with the other staff, Mr. White caught a glimpse of Syndral and Morph in the hallway; just the people he was looking for. Sliding up behind them with an unintentional quietness that had been so imprinted into his mind it had become habit, he told them seriously, “We need to talk.” The manner in which he said it suggested that he was a teacher perhaps about to lecture or scold the pair of students, but that was not the nature of this situation.

Nonetheless, they did need to talk.

Syndral had sensed Elim's heat signature before he even approached them or said anything. She glanced back over her shoulder, and made a guess at what they needed to talk about. She sighed and turned to face him. "Of course." She stated plainly and quietly.

Zurgon could feel his stomach growling, hunger was a universal feeling, and, boy was he hungry! "That all sounds real good right about now...Do you think they sell ribs or any sort?" He didn't care what kind, he'd even go for some Slorg ribs, a Slorg being a delicacy on his planet, tall and long and slimy, yellowish-green in color, but very meaty despite it's slimy appearance. They had reached the cafeteria now, it was located on the bottom floor, an entire room just for sitting, and eating, and conversing. Zurgon looked around and saw a table in the back near two vending machine, it was in the far left corner of the room, a table, the perfect table. "There!" He said, excited at his discovery. "C'mon!" He grabbed her hand and ran over to the table, not wanting to wait a second, he had never been in such a place, he wanted to claim the table before anyone else did.

Mort, who was walking alongside with Diane, turned around at Mr. White's voice, feeling a slight pang of guilt and dread. Despite that, he paused and stood attention. He had to focus, as there was no telling what that slip up may have led to.

“Not here,” was all Elim said. With that, he turned his head this way and that and, satisfied that no one was watching, herded his colleagues into the janitor’s closet, closing the door behind them. They could hold their discussion in relative safety there. Staring at the two of them with a stony expression, he asked rhetorically, "Do you have any idea how serious this is?"


“Maybe. I didn’t really look at what we were having for lunch today. I just figured – OH GEEZ!” Rachel gasped as she was dragged along behind Shane, being led to a table. She laughed a bit. “Slow down, there! Geez, I haven’t had that much energy since I was three!” she claimed. To be quite honest, she couldn’t understand how the boy had so much energy. He could probably tire out a toddler, she mused.

Syndral sighed. "If you mean the brilliant idea of biting someone on the leg and leaving an unusual mark, then yes, I understand the situation." She said quietly. "So what is the plan exactly?"

OOC: I'd hate to make anyone stuck, but I gotta go to bed. I've already been up later than I should be. G'night!


Morph didn't have trouble adjusting to the sudden lack of light, but he didn't need to read anyone's expression to hear how serious it apparently was. "Oh," he drew out quietly.
Here we go...

//OMG, IS THIS THE FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THE JANITOR?!?!?!?!?!? I'M SO EXCITE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA, GUYS! Soon....Soon...//

"Isn't she beautiful?" Zurgon stared in awe at the table, the perfect table, the table to end all tables! "This is our table..." He hopped on top of the table and raised his hand to the sky. "From this day forth this table shall be known as the Table of Champions, we will have laughs, and tears at this table, it will be glorious, everyday we shall come down into this cafeteria and sit, sit at what is the holiest table of all! Our table!" He had expected triumphant music and applause, but all he got was an apple just barely hitting his face and a 'shut up!'

Ooc: I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I just meant that it was a bit "duh" to her. But she can't act on it. Even though she's mostly sentient, her personality was still created by Dr. Ral.

P3 was sitting beside Britney, making jokes about the two teachers. "Espinoza sounds like something I might catch... Do you suppose our science teacher is trying to infect us with a foreign disease?"

((OOC: Yes, yes! Quite so! ))

Elim sighed, a sound signaling the beginning of a lot of talking. “I’ve managed to keep the boy from reaching the hospital. He’s in my closet, as of now.” Goodness, that sounded so unprofessional. “But he’s not the problem. Everyone else is. The students all saw what happened. They’ll expect him to have been admitted to a hospital, something we cannot allow. The rest of the staff are also unaware, as of now, that this has even happened, and that they should have alerted an ambulance. These two bits of information won’t be kept hidden. The students should not prove to be much of a threat, but the teachers and the boy’s parents will.

“We need to accomplish two things. One, to hide all traces of the boy’s injury. And two, to make it seem as though the boy had gone through the normal procedure of receiving medical care. Now, I have a plan, but it won’t be easy.

“The first thing we need to do is transport the boy from my closet to one of our bases. We’ll need to erase any evidence of his bite and keep him there as long as the necessary duration of a stay at a hospital for such an injury. As far as anyone else knows, he’s at the hospital, and when he comes back, they can’t know of the strangeness of said injury.

“The other processes.. will be more difficult. We’ll have to alter the memories of both the authoritative staff and the boy’s parents. I can handle the staff. However, I won’t be able to get to the boy’s parents. If this is going to work, we’ll have to reach the boy’s parents before the end of the school day. If their child does not return home on time, they’ll grow suspicious. That’s why it must be done within school hours.

“I am both required and expected to be here. The two of you, however, could possibly slip away unnoticed.. and make sure that the boy’s parents’ memories are altered so that they do not alert the rest of this society as to the temporary disappearance of their son.”

He took a deep breath, and exhaled it in a sigh. This was not going to be easy.

“Get off the table!” Rachel hissed at him, in a half-amused, half-embarrassed tone. The amused part of her was gaping at just how much enthusiasm Shane had over just about EVERYTHING. However, the embarrassed part of her was hoping that he’d get off the table soon so that he wouldn’t make a mockery of himself, and thus, possibly get beaten to a pulp again.

Gordon, The Janitor of Casper Hill High School had come in from a long day of weeding school-grounds and hosing the walkways, he had come inside for a break in his closet, which was his usual hangout spot, well 'hangout' wasn't exactly what it was, it was more of a resting place where he could go and be relaxed from his long days, a new year meant a whole lot of cleaning on his part. The Janitor whistled as he approached his closet, and then stopped when he heard voices coming from the inside. "Dang kids and their necking, why always in my closet?" He sighed and then decided to listen in on what was going on in there. "Huh.." He heard everything that Elim said, so he stood there for a minute, taking it all in. "Now where's my mop..." He opened the closet and looked around, not caring about the looks he was getting from the three, "I'll be only a minute....Have you seen my mop? Eh! No matter.' With that, he left the closet and went on his merry way to locate his mop.

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Zurgon saw the embarrassment in her face, she was turning red. "Don't worry, Rachel, if you want to live life to the fullest, you've got to relax and have some fun!" He hopped down off of the table and looked her straight in the eye. "Life's like a road, will you take the slow lane, or the fast lane? Life goes pretty fast, if you don't stop every now and then, you might miss it."

((OOC: That janitor! ))

"I'm not the one you need to be convincing things," she said. "Try telling them that." Rachel gestured to the rest of the lunchroom, sitting down at Shane's beloved table. Realizing he might actually try to do that, she waved her hands. "Never mind! Just - sit," she instructed, chuckling all the same.

Syndral was quiet as she took in all the information and thought about how she help their plan to succeed. Since Elim was stuck at school, he couldn't deal with the parents. That was up to her and Morph. She was worried about Morph screwing up somehow, and altering someone's memories was a delicate process that needed to be done carefully. "I can handle the parents." She said. "Lunch has just started, so everyone should be in the cafeteria. Now would be a good opportunity to slip away unnoticed." It's also a good excuse for me to not be there, forcing to interact with who knows how many people. I much rather deal with this. "So I'll alter their memories. I could take care of the boy, but either one of you should be able to handle that, and currently, my main focus will be on the parents."

Zurgon had turned to the rest of the lunch room, ready to tell them what he had just said, when Rachel stopped him. "Oh...Alright!' Zurgon looked over to where they were selling the food, he noticed no line so he zoomed on over, he had been given a lot of money by The Brotherhood, he had a card with an endless amount of money, he had bought two chocolate milks and two burgers, he had hoped Rachel would be fine with his food choices, he zoomed back over to the table and handed her the food. "Eat up!" Zurgon plopped himself down on the side across from her.

OOC: Yay, it's Gordon!
By the way, I have a special announcement for ya'll. When summer comes around, I'll be posting artwork based on HSvsA. But before that can happen, I'll need you all to edit your characters' descriptions to be as detailed as possible. Drawing characters correctly is a process, and if I'm going to practice drawing and redrawing them, then I'll have to have them close to what you see them as. You don't have to explain every square inch of their body to me, no, but please add the major details that I can't miss, like if your alien has spikes or hair, or a bit more about how your humans look.
Another note, my drawing style is really cartoony (not anime, just plain cartoony). So don't be expecting realistic portraits of the characters, please.

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Morph remained silent, taking in the job briefing. He couldn't help but feel accountable for the entire scenario, and was honestly quite ashamed. He could have simply tackled the boy, and they wouldn't have to worry about tedious mind-altering. Morph had the strength and weight to at least hold the jock down until Mr. White arrived. But, of course, he had to solve all his problems by biting people. Classic Morph.

"Well, if only I had kept my big mouth shut... right? Heh heh," he said awkwardly, a futile attempt to lighten the situation. "Sorry, that was awful, I'm just gonna shut--" the janitor had walked in, asking something about a human cleaning apparatus, and strutted off jovially, leaving the room in shocked silence.

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OOC2: Oh, and in case you're wondering, no, the concept artwork thing isn't an April Fools joke. I'm really doing it. Lunarz will confirm it if you don't believe me.

ooc: That sounds like a really cool idea. I look forward to seeing that. I edited my character sheet to describe Syndral better. If you're still unsure about something, then don't hesitate to ask. But I do find it funny that you're telling us this like on April Fools.

Syndral sighed and glanced at Morph. "Now isn't the time for that." She said quietly. When the janitor interrupted, asking for some kind of cleaning tool, Syndral quietly stared at him until he left. She then looked to Elim. "He clearly overheard us. Should we eliminate him or something?" She asked.

//It's true, I can confirm. I like how the janitor genuinely doesn't give a crap.//

OOC: I don't know why, but this RP and all its characters mean a lot to me. They feel so... special... and I get excited to be here after every school day. I want to go home from school so I can RP about being in a school... LOGIC.

@Cynder09: After rereading Syndral's description, is it wrong to say that I was overjoyed at the fact that she's flat-chested? I mean, you have no idea how many clearly reptilian aliens I saw that had those clearly mammalian organs.

@Lunarz: Poor Gordon had dealt with enough crap in his lifetime of janitorial services. *Ba-dum-tish*

ooc: I know what you mean about the rp. It's been awhile since I've been this excited, this involved in one. It's a great rp, and I love all the characters. But lol, being in a hurry to get home from school to rp about a school is just funny.

No, I don't see anything wrong with that. I mean, she's a reptilian alien. Her race lay eggs, and have no reason to provide their offspring with milk. So why wouldn't she be flat-chested? I mean, I just can't think of a single reason why she would have breasts, when it doesn't make any sense for her race. It wouldn't be at all useful to them, and they wouldn't consider it attractive, so there's just no point to it. She's a reptile, not a mammal, plain and simple.

Lol, nice. I'm loving the janitor already. The problem is, though, Syndral will want to kill him for knowing too much. x3

//Well, Gordon is going to get in a lot of trouble with the aliens, but he doesn't care, he just wants to get his job done. I've also already thought of an ingenious backstory with Gordon, that will make your jaws drop.//

Seytrius just laughed as he listened through all of Zurgon's explanation of this being the best table of all tables and whatnot. "Well, it certainly is a good table." He joked, sitting down. He was a little disappointed when he did my bring him food. "Guess you forgot me." He joked, getting up and heading towards the lunch line, as The Brotherhood had also gave him a card with infinite money.

As Nathan got up to get his lunch, Ms. Espinoza walked by the Table of the Champions with a psychedelically-colored lunch box, her curly locks bouncing with each stride. "Hey, you kids! How was your last class? Not too boring I hope!" she greeted casually, a wide grin stretching across her face.

Shane chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he did so. "Well....It was a bit more....Exciting, than I expected." He of course was referring to the fight that occurred during gym class. "As you can clearly tell from the basketball dents in my face."