Post by shinigami on Jul 9, 2008 17:39:19 GMT -8
THE OOC NOTE: Okay, this is an introduction post for some Hunter NPCs. Their focus is witches, but they do vampires and shapeshifters too. ^_~ More info here: www.geocities.com/lyrelune/witchhunters.html
"You will find them."
The new teacher was slim and dark. Her skin was honey, her eyes were brown; her accent made it a little difficult to understand her sometimes, but hey. That was a bonus as far as the students of ------ High were concerned.
Ms. Vasquez became the subject of boyish fantasy between class periods, and the fact that she didn't seem to miss too much, that she was pretty strict, that sometimes some of her students would catch her watching them closely, just made the fantasies get a little more interesting.
"I am Ms. Vasquez," she wrote in chalk.
A girl who sat near the front raised her hand and said, "Are you married?"
Ms. Vasquez turned and arched her eyebrows, but then softened enough to smile. "No. Por que? Do you know any single teachers my age?"
"Not only the vipers 'neath the rocks."
There were two of them.
A sophomore with foxy eyes and an easy sashay to his hips, a member of the track team, something in the way he looked at people, something in the rune chalked on his skateboard. Oh, yes. Yes, he was one. She watched him laugh and chat with a freshman girl. Then he looked up and met her eyes. For a second, the boy (the creature) looked startled, then he grinned easily, too many teeth.
A senior with hair the color of smoke and eyes the color of granite, her mouth curled in a permanent sneer, always wearing necklaces with too many stones, and watched her look at another girl and will that girl away.
Sloppy, sloppy. But they couldn't be allowed to live.
"But those who'd wield the rocks as a weapon and crush the vipers in their filthy nests."
"You wanted to see me, Ms. Vasquez?"
"Yes, Brent. Sit down."
Brent was a large boy, but awkward. He filled up the doorframe and moved curiously lightly for a teen of his size. He was good at everything he did, but quick to cast stones. Right now, he looked as if he wasn't too sure about what was expected of him -- so she smiled to put him at ease.
"What's up?"
"Let me ask you a question about your classmates."
"Acceptable, Isobel?"
Isobel shook her head once. Her earrings were dainty, delicate, gold against her skin. "Of course, Gereint," she said. "Have I not done this before? I think that Brent Hardwood boy might survive a year as a hunter; he has already displayed a willingness to persecute the two targets. Should I ask him to take care of it?"
"No. No, for this, I think I'll send in Burgess."[/i]
The Pretender: Isobel Vasquez
"You will find them."
The new teacher was slim and dark. Her skin was honey, her eyes were brown; her accent made it a little difficult to understand her sometimes, but hey. That was a bonus as far as the students of ------ High were concerned.
Ms. Vasquez became the subject of boyish fantasy between class periods, and the fact that she didn't seem to miss too much, that she was pretty strict, that sometimes some of her students would catch her watching them closely, just made the fantasies get a little more interesting.
"I am Ms. Vasquez," she wrote in chalk.
A girl who sat near the front raised her hand and said, "Are you married?"
Ms. Vasquez turned and arched her eyebrows, but then softened enough to smile. "No. Por que? Do you know any single teachers my age?"
"Not only the vipers 'neath the rocks."
There were two of them.
A sophomore with foxy eyes and an easy sashay to his hips, a member of the track team, something in the way he looked at people, something in the rune chalked on his skateboard. Oh, yes. Yes, he was one. She watched him laugh and chat with a freshman girl. Then he looked up and met her eyes. For a second, the boy (the creature) looked startled, then he grinned easily, too many teeth.
A senior with hair the color of smoke and eyes the color of granite, her mouth curled in a permanent sneer, always wearing necklaces with too many stones, and watched her look at another girl and will that girl away.
Sloppy, sloppy. But they couldn't be allowed to live.
"But those who'd wield the rocks as a weapon and crush the vipers in their filthy nests."
"You wanted to see me, Ms. Vasquez?"
"Yes, Brent. Sit down."
Brent was a large boy, but awkward. He filled up the doorframe and moved curiously lightly for a teen of his size. He was good at everything he did, but quick to cast stones. Right now, he looked as if he wasn't too sure about what was expected of him -- so she smiled to put him at ease.
"What's up?"
"Let me ask you a question about your classmates."
"Acceptable, Isobel?"
Isobel shook her head once. Her earrings were dainty, delicate, gold against her skin. "Of course, Gereint," she said. "Have I not done this before? I think that Brent Hardwood boy might survive a year as a hunter; he has already displayed a willingness to persecute the two targets. Should I ask him to take care of it?"
"No. No, for this, I think I'll send in Burgess."[/i]