#rove-bogge

[howlighte]

continued from here,  with @rove-bogge​

A COUPLE OF PUMPKINS WERE NOTHING COMPARED TO WEIGHT TRAINING,  placing as many as he could in the wheelbarrow.  making use of space,  that way there was no need for a second trip.  a whole dorm to decorate,  they’d be  needing  as many as they could get their hands on.   a generous supply here,  not even a basket’s worth would make a dent. 

“  king of halloween,  huh. ”  he grumbled,  little to impress when he’s watching him huff  &  puff over a couple of pumpkins.  “ don’t sleep on it,  ‘cause there’s other groups workin’ just as hard. ”  a little bit of friendly competition never hurt nobody.   jack wasn’t willing to roll over  &  allow this guy to think they were going to fall second over a title.  

their own group was holding the coliseum,  a bit of a stretch for their theme  —  but with the manpower they had,  putting up a small structure in a matter of a week was no big feat.  watching the struggle before him,  it was making a  lot  of sense why their team would need a place like ramshackle.  poor  yuu,  never catching a break  —  but he supposed they were used to it by now. 

“ ’s not like you’re gunna get it there any other way. ”  not with that struggle.  leg strength wasn’t gunna save a guy like this,  he was  skipping  every day of the week of exercise it seemed.   course,  with a wheelbarrow,  strength was needed to lift the back end off the ground for the  wheels  to be of any use.  ditching out of a job halfway wasn’t his style,  and passing up on a bit of physical labor  —  coming off as  lazy  wasn’t for him either.   doing it for the sake of  helping  this guy?  now,  that wasn’t his angle.  he’d deny that one till he was red in the face.  

with a light  squeak  of the rusty components starting to turn,  he avoided the direct answer.  if he followed,  so be it. if not,  it’d be waiting at ramshackle for him. 

[zigvoltage]

continued from here, with @rove-bogge

A TASK THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN QUITE SIMPLE WAS TURNING INTO A NIGHTMARE,   it was not as if he was holding him at  gunpoint  to put on his makeup.   getting ready together seemed  beneficial,   since it would make the process quicker for the both of them.   what he considered to be  gentle,   did not resonate with the ignihyde student  —  who was  whining  that his mannerisms were much too rough.   “ cease the whining unless you have something  useful  to say. ”  

unfamiliar with friendships including  physical touch,  no matter how small that may be  —  silver would have never  complained  so vehemently over a simple brush.  “ this is the tool that you gave me,  if it’s too rough,  that is no one’s fault but your own. ”  reaching for the stencil that was offered,  this would make for less irritation with his partner who just  could  not seem to sit still.  grabbing his chin,  he is forced to angle up  more  —  sebek is no small man;  but this one appeared to be  attempting  to shrink into himself.  

holding the small plastic square to his face,  there is a  perfect circle  cut out of the center.   one on the apple of rove’s cheek is simple,  filling it in with only  two  dips of the paint brush into the palette.  now the difficulty comes in  matching the other side.   forcing his head to tilt some back &  forth,  his gaze looking for the perfect spot.  giving up after a few turns,  he holds the  brush  flat across the blonde’s nose,   using it as a means to measure the center point of  each  circle to be in the exact same place.  “ if a clown is your intention,  then a clown you certainly look. ”  

[s-essha]

cont. from here / @rove-bogge

WHAT KIND OF HELLISH PROTOCOL?! ———   a snap of his jaw signs unbridled terror,  agape and steadily growing in response to Rove’s quip that was,  with time,  really settling in.   Blue ember crackling at the notion while drawing back his resting hand to instead quickly jolt forward,  sifting through groups of organized windows / files to locate the one program he needed;   a system of cameras,  some around campus,  but focusing specifically on the one outside his own door peering right at Rove's figure.   

      “D-Do you even know how your own programs run?!   T-They can’t even be executed without functioning hardware!!!”   he yelps,  a volume no level of high-security door is trapping in any time soon.

Racking his head around the situation is turning into a mess he never could've expected to sit through. That protocol had to be impossible, right? Common as viral hacks were, they didn't execute without a respective catalyst. There was no way unless the computer was somehow still running,  so doubt remained palpable.   The only logical explanation lies in Rove having snagged equipment and smacking it into his own,  but even that sounded far-beyond idiotic, or at least should've been impossible.

      “A-And trying to schmooze me up with snacks isn’t really h-helping your case!   Those are like,  c-common items anyone can get..! Like, who are you trying to fool, dude?”

[mostrum]

@rove-bogge​ continued from here. 

He had been in the middle of feeding his bugs with the plan to go back and washing all his dishes once he was finished with the rather vast task when he received the rather passive aggressive warning from the housewarden of Octavanille. One that made him seethe instantly.

If it had been anyone else Rove likely would have waved them off with a 'i'll do it shortly' and continued with his feeding session.

But no...It was Azul... And that meant war.

Tongs still in hand Rove stood up marching to his door.

"Did you buy out the last of Sam's stock of Audacity Azul?" He shouted at the merboy Tongs still holding the cucumber slice he pointed threateningly at Azul. "Those dishes have barely sat there for five minutes. I will get to them when I have finished feeding my bugs!"

Azul inhales sharply. Gauche behavior is what he expects from an Ignihyde resident, his personality only a stone toss away from the impertinence of his housewarden. The sun, as it turns out, isn’t the only thing that dies before it can grace the frigidy of Ignihyde’s man-cave. Civility, sanitation, and common sense have all seemed to have found their graves at Ignihyde’s doorstep, thus depriving its residents of any social tact. 

“Must I remind you of your station, Mr. Rove?” Azul sighs as he gives a shrug. “I am a housewarden and you are a titleless student.” Hands place themselves upon Azul’s hips, a glare directed at the other man. “Therefore, my word is the law. Mr. Idia may not enforce his position at Ignihyde, but that doesn’t give you the right to speak down upon the rest of us.” Pale eyes glance towards the tongs, a pathetic attempt of a threat. 

“The dishes have barely been there for five minutes, you say, until ten minutes have passed! Then, twenty as you tend to something else. Should we all adopt your selfish mannerisms here, Mr. Rove, could you imagine the state of disarray our kitchen would be in?” 

[magicjoint]

It was hard work making the Ramshackle dorm look like a run down circus. Attaching a temporary tent to the side of the building and making it look like a big top had taken a lot of work to achieve but it was starting to take shape. A real team effort. Though this early Saturday morning Rove was alone as many of his dorm mates were still sleeping as Rove set up the fabric top pinning it in place with pegs into the ground. Thankful for magic to help him with the heavy lifting. He was somewhat unaware that there was actual living residents in Ramshackle so as he walked inside to start sewing bunting in his makeshift workshop he jumped almost out of his skin when he spotted the blonde hair student standing there. He didn’t recognise the face as a fellow Ignihyde student….he was sure he knew most of them least by name and face…. He was puzzled for a moment before giving up. Clearly an Npc among npcs as his housewarden would coin it. “Oi don’t stand there…help me decorate.” He barked, hands on hips scowling. He may only be a second year but he was the seven be damned Halloween rep of Ignihyde this year so his army of minions better listen.

yuu thought them agreeing to live in a rundown house like this was bad enough. recently they were told that the outside of the house may be used as a halloween attraction. yeah, sure, it looked creepy enough to fit in ... why not say yes? after all, that dreaded headmaster would probably make a fuss about it should they have said no. as long as they could still get to sleep, yuu and grim weren't fussed with it.

but they did have issues with someone trying to install whatever they were doing on a saturday morning. who on earth willingly wakes up early on a saturday?

the noise was what woke yuu up at first ; their companion still sound asleep. he had gotten way too accustomed to noise ... yuu would get the ghosts to come spook him awake later. right now, they just wanted to tell whoever was on their porch to run off like an angry elderly man and try and get some more sleep. but then they heard footsteps. inside their house. weren't they told they wouldn't have to worry about people coming inside? well, someone lied to them, then. it was reasons like this that yuu had kept a wooden bat at the bottom of the stairs ; something they had picked up on their way down and kept hidden behind their back.

now simply staring at this trespasser, yuu's eyes visibly narrowed at the sudden order to help decorate. they were forced awake, still tired and pissed off. not the combination of traits of someone you should be asking for help from. but regardless, they mustered up their best smile as they began slowly walking over. " oh yeah, sure, i'll help decorate ... " then all of a sudden, they lunged forward, grabbing onto the nearest piece of clothing the other had to drag him closer to them, now glaring at him.

the bat in their other hand was being shown off now, moving it in a fashion dangerously close to suddenly swinging at the stranger. not just because. but as a warning.

" yeah, right. why on earth would i help someone that just welcomed themselves into my house? you think barking orders at me will make me follow them? here's one of my own. how about you tell me why you're here before i make sure you won't think about coming back here? " yuu couldn't take any chances. even if this was someone simply trying to get help for decorating, the fact that they didn't even think to make sure it was okay to come inside got on their nerves. it was a defensive response, one that was probably gonna get them in a lot of trouble.

[magniku]

TO CALL THE NIGHT YOUNG would be a sore understatement.  the impulse of stupidity and reckless abandon proved only to be the headmage’s horrid sense of teamwork.  the moment that rook throws his thankfully dry robe over his shoulders, the magic settles into his vision   —   the heat of the once destroyed dining hall managing to rid any evidence of the earlier wrestling match between him and jamil.  crowley’s voice, a final decision, leaves his mind only when the environment changes within seconds of a handclap.  moments of a gasp pressed back into his throat.  sage eyes fail to uphold a hesitant blink at the sudden tightness that grips at his ankle.

hunter reacts immediately, reaching out and grabbing the individual beside him, manicured fingers gripping tightly at the scruff of robes that ball into his fist.  by instinct, rook pulls the individual toward him to knock them off balance, with the heart of survival.  though he stops once he pulls the male forward slightly, hostile gaze softening into one of mild interest; the friendly curve of bow lips, the flash of small canines.

“   monsieur beetle,   ”   hunter breathes out with a smile, tightening his grip on rove’s robe collar,   “   désolé, mon ami.  small mistake!   ”   and for a moment, it is all he has to offer in speech.  delighted gaze looking down to the pressure on his leg, surprisingly not shocked at the sight of magic carved into rope, neither upset at how it hugs both the leg of him and rove.  rook does not forget that there is a blooming beauty in everything curious; the words stay within his mind when he lets go of rove’s collar and drops to a crouch.  gloved fingers take the rope in hand and lightly tug once, twice, and a third time before trailing his touch to the knot around his leg.

rook hums, rubbing the knot’s material beneath his thumb and testing the strength of the fibers.   “   unfortunate, truly.  it seems that the rope is magically protected from any damage.   ”   he sighs and rises back to stand, awfully close to rove although the rope provides enough space for shoulders to not touch.  hunter smiles hits alike the precision of a beloved arrow, direct in its attempt to discomfort rove.   “   well, we will simply walk this responsibility together.  and what a marvelous opportunity this is, hm?   ”

slight concentration colors his face, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips.   “   there are only so many places here where a key might be hidden.  especially if we are to continue forwards with the idea of teamwork and cooperation.   ”   his frown does not stay forever.   “   non, i’m sure that no matter the obstacle, we’ll be given many beautiful possibilities tonight.   ”

a rose embroidered arrow reaches you, @rove-bogge !!

[vipetriol]

X Hey Jamil want to sit through my 3 or more hours long class about why Bugs are friends with hands on experiance??? *evil smile*

« ...Do I want to— what? »

As simple as it is to maintain composure in most other scenarios, Jamil can hardly contain the mixture of fear,disgust, the mere idea instills in him.

Really, it's exceptionally rare for his thoughts to be so plainly written in his face and yet, just looking at him is enough to tell the exact response running through his mind.

NOT ON YOUR LIFE.

« I—I'm sure it would be— »

Interesting? Worthwhile?

Jamil can't even bring himself to say that for the sake of politeness.

« — impossible with my schedule. I have to, uh, attend to the preparations of Scarabia's latest banquet. Actually, it's about time I head to the kitchen. »

His voice is shaking, and it comes off as a poorly-conceived, blatantly untrue excuse; of that, he is very much aware.

In fact, he'd advised against another pointless banquet just this morning, but he's more than willing to overturn that decision and arrange the entire thing himself if it means being able to get away as far away from this so-called "class" as he possibly can.

« I must go. Now. »

Without so much as another word, he beelines towards the dining hall. Should any "friend" be unlucky enough cross his path and find itself scorched...surely, he can't be held responsible for that.

[99lostsouls]

X Orthhhoo whats your favourite prank?

hmmm... my favorite prank is harming and killing others!

.... okay I can't commit to this one. I don't like hurting people.