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To any and all interested, we bring another episode of Historia of Ymaryn!
Today, we delve deeper into the insanity inherent in the Lowlands Academia.
Also, do forgive these rare moments of senility my colleague, @BungieONI, has. Our travels through time has that effect.
Now with this contraption powered by sodium chloride we've put together, we give you: Highschool Woes (2)! Enjoy~
Historia of (Early Teens) Ymaryn: Highschool Woes (2)
While lacking the clout each of the trio had, Ymaryn could keep whom she saw as the worst of them, Dead Priest, from acting overtly in her presence. This kept him from rounding up more of the classroom in the sort of protection racket he ran, though most of his followers simply found themselves doing Westcon's bidding instead. Baby steps, she guessed.
Ymaryn thought at least a benign change was upon the class when a sizable student body returned from a long term of truancy. Buggers.
"Come on now, Ymrii~ I promise that you won't regret doing this project with me.", the wild-haired boy pestered on.
Thunder Horse, as he chiefly referred to himself in third person had more or less given up on persuading Spirit Talker who outright ignored him in favor of getting Ymaryn to work with him, who had been way more responsive. Her reputation of never turning anyone down probably bit back on her hard in these kinds of situation as well.
"I have this amazing story down already, I just need some touching on the design for this star..."
She tuned him out, the nonsense he claimed to be plot lines were contradictory ideas and there had been little more than contrived circumstances that made the character obviously styled after himself look good.
She'd never understand why his Gary Stu had a mane instead of hair, though.
"...I'll owe you a favour for this. You can ask for anything! It may not seem like it but I have friends. Many friends able to help in many ways."
And there it was, the real reason why she considered his words at all. He had a following to reckon with. If they were put against Dead Priest...
"Let's just focus on the project for now."
As Thunder Horse cheered loudly and began to ramble inconsistencies one after another, Ymaryn hoped to herself that she was doing the right thing.
---TH---
Ymrii had called in the favor almost immediately after the project was done, asking for the bullying in her class to stop, and hadn't that been a tall order! He had almost called her out on the imbalance in the weight of their requests, but real men don't go back on their words. He had rounded up his boys and called out to the leaders to have some more words.
He expected the talk and eventual breakdown just as much. Really, skipping to the fighting would have saved them so much time. Admittedly, him speeding things up to that end without paying attention to the points they were trying to make were part of why he was ultimately right, but those were merely semantics. Punches were exchanged and the meeting spot was wrecked, thus the agenda was met.
"Nuisances like you should stay out of the school."
He twists around, aided by his trusty wheelies, to meet cold eyes behind frosty glass.
"Eyes on the bigger threat, lowlife."
A bat with a skull emblazoned onto it smashed against his baton, sparks flying like the shooting stars etched onto it.
Awww yea. Haven't been in a threeway for a while. The duo pursed their lips in sync.
"I said that out loud, didn't I."
///TH///
Ymaryn clutched at her face with both her hands, not knowing whether to push back the tears of frustration or pull out her hair.
One job, Thunder Horse. ONE JOB.
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Today, we delve deeper into the insanity inherent in the Lowlands Academia.
Also, do forgive these rare moments of senility my colleague, @BungieONI, has. Our travels through time has that effect.
Now with this contraption powered by sodium chloride we've put together, we give you: Highschool Woes (2)! Enjoy~
Historia of (Early Teens) Ymaryn: Highschool Woes (2)
While lacking the clout each of the trio had, Ymaryn could keep whom she saw as the worst of them, Dead Priest, from acting overtly in her presence. This kept him from rounding up more of the classroom in the sort of protection racket he ran, though most of his followers simply found themselves doing Westcon's bidding instead. Baby steps, she guessed.
Ymaryn thought at least a benign change was upon the class when a sizable student body returned from a long term of truancy. Buggers.
"Come on now, Ymrii~ I promise that you won't regret doing this project with me.", the wild-haired boy pestered on.
Thunder Horse, as he chiefly referred to himself in third person had more or less given up on persuading Spirit Talker who outright ignored him in favor of getting Ymaryn to work with him, who had been way more responsive. Her reputation of never turning anyone down probably bit back on her hard in these kinds of situation as well.
"I have this amazing story down already, I just need some touching on the design for this star..."
She tuned him out, the nonsense he claimed to be plot lines were contradictory ideas and there had been little more than contrived circumstances that made the character obviously styled after himself look good.
She'd never understand why his Gary Stu had a mane instead of hair, though.
"...I'll owe you a favour for this. You can ask for anything! It may not seem like it but I have friends. Many friends able to help in many ways."
And there it was, the real reason why she considered his words at all. He had a following to reckon with. If they were put against Dead Priest...
"Let's just focus on the project for now."
As Thunder Horse cheered loudly and began to ramble inconsistencies one after another, Ymaryn hoped to herself that she was doing the right thing.
---TH---
Ymrii had called in the favor almost immediately after the project was done, asking for the bullying in her class to stop, and hadn't that been a tall order! He had almost called her out on the imbalance in the weight of their requests, but real men don't go back on their words. He had rounded up his boys and called out to the leaders to have some more words.
He expected the talk and eventual breakdown just as much. Really, skipping to the fighting would have saved them so much time. Admittedly, him speeding things up to that end without paying attention to the points they were trying to make were part of why he was ultimately right, but those were merely semantics. Punches were exchanged and the meeting spot was wrecked, thus the agenda was met.
"Nuisances like you should stay out of the school."
He twists around, aided by his trusty wheelies, to meet cold eyes behind frosty glass.
"Eyes on the bigger threat, lowlife."
A bat with a skull emblazoned onto it smashed against his baton, sparks flying like the shooting stars etched onto it.
Awww yea. Haven't been in a threeway for a while. The duo pursed their lips in sync.
"I said that out loud, didn't I."
///TH///
Ymaryn clutched at her face with both her hands, not knowing whether to push back the tears of frustration or pull out her hair.
One job, Thunder Horse. ONE JOB.
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