sucre'd fiend’s Comments (group member since Jul 07, 2018)

Babe. He’d heard his siblings be called that by whoever they were with for the week, or hour in some cases. He’d heard them call others that as well, before it would fall short and filled with something venomous until they’d had their way. But he’d never been called it. Seokie probably shouldn’t have latched onto the word as much as he did, but there hope — that maybe he was doing something right for once and this girl would be further unnerved by future antics if he put his mind to it. “Being potty trained is boring.” His nose scrunched up with distaste. He’d only ever had to deal with a spray bottle in his toddling years, when chewing on furniture seemed like a fun thing to do. And Oliver using the spray bottle on him didn’t sound like much fun, but he wasn’t going to openly admit that that was what bothered him.

As if on cue, his stomach rumbled at the mention of food. Maybe he hadn’t eaten enough at breakfast ( he did have to fight his siblings for food and with his standing in the family hierarchy...it was likely ). “Take me to the cafeteria, then.” Seokie didn’t think he wanted to add to his charges just yet after marking up the bust. Easing into things was usually a good way to start; he’d had plenty of time later to be more aggressive about these things. But at least he had the demanding, petulant child thing down.

Flicking a few strands of hair from his face, he glared — not so much a glare as it was just the natural set of his eyes ( another thing he’s had to deal with and was getting a little tired of ) — down at Sathoran. He tried not to think about how nice she smelled ( it was still there in the back of his mind, coming to the forefront the closer he got ), or about the fact that he kinda did wanna try those pastries down in Syracuse. “Don’t really care if it’s popular; just means more food for me.” Food that he’d probably eat too fast to really taste.

There was a stark difference in control with each student. Regardless of the ability, the hybrid found that there was the underlying sense of fear or perhaps even some bit of arrogance. Watching Zayn fall flat on his face in front of him and Ava attempt to blind him with her shadows was proof of the latter. That they thought their plan would work out - with Sarang’s many, many years of this and their inexperience - he didn’t see how they could even think such a thing.

They were slow. At least, to him. As Ava vaulted herself upward, it didn’t take much more than a thought for him to conjure up the same storm horse that Zayn had attempted to attack him with - and another copy of himself. Both smiled up at the girl, before her vision was clouded with smoke. The whole room, in its state of storm and chaos, was filled with echoes of his voice as he spoke.

“Now, that — that was sloppy. I don’t recall saying we could use weapons in this class. It’s called magical combat for a reason, dear.” And as if he’d been speaking in her ear when she landed, glowing gold eyes would appear behind Ava. Beside Zayn and several others would be eyes either silver or black as night and they might think they were being lifted off the ground, dangling from some great height as the floor fell away. “I’d give that a solid F.”

Leaned up against the wall, the picture of nonchalance, he wondered if any of them realized he could hear them just fine. Stormboy, as it were, was 'looking to get out of this with minimal damage'. The hybrid had to admit that he had a good plan, but it was more a matter of how well they could execute it. And, with the situation as he had mentioned - those moon influenced were at a bit of a disadvantage; Sarang could include himself there, but not by too much. Gold eyes were fletched in silver for a moment, before the color washed over in its entirety. The appearance of weapons was a bit tasteful in his opinion - this was a magical combat class after all.

No matter. They'd realize that those would be no more than hunks of useless metal soon enough. He stretched idly, pretending not to pay much attention to the group as they prepared. His brow furrowed with false concentration as he slid easily into a lunge, flicking hair from his face. It wouldn't be much longer before they set upon him.

"We don't have all day."

So, she didn't have a definite answer; he'd just have to find one. "Taking a piss is natural; not my fault this bust is in the way." And for the first time that morning, he smiled. Okay, well, maybe smirked was more appropriate in this less than appropriate situation. He was, though, satisfied to have finally thrown her off balance with his remark. But now he had to actually follow through — and he could do that. It required littel effort to do it. Fly down, aim, relax.

And now he was smiling, quite actually. "I don't think I can aim at the maps but I'll try." He glanced over at her, beaming as if he'd given her a present. "This isn't the worst I could do, but I'm in a rush. Thanks for the tip." As if just making casual conversation while doing something like cleaning, he finished up, making sure that he'd covered the base in a fair coating of piss before tucking himself back in and zipping his fly.

"Where to next?"

Nothing was working on this girl in being remotely offensive. A silent moment of panic passed him by; his siblings hadn't said anything about this. It only deepened his scowl as he was made to follow after the girl. And with her back turned, he may very well have pouted, though it was gone once the busts came into view. If he got in trouble for breaking it, how much trouble would that be? They looked as expensive as Sathoran claimed them to be and, to be entirely honest, Seokie kinda liked them. But — trouble.

He stood in front of one while she spoke, not quite mesmerizing but not quite not mesmerized by it. He blinked only when she snapped her fingers, looking over at her. "No. I'm not. I do have a question: what if I piss on them?" That had to count as defacing one, right? ( But this was more about marking this as his own because eventually, he might like to just take one up to his dorm. Eventually. When no one was looking too hard. And he'd definitely need to put his claim on it before anyone else got the same idea. ) His expression betrayed some of his eagerness to hear the answer, scowl lifting only slightly. With one hand on his hip and the other pointing up at the bust, he might have resembled a child demanding for a toy. A very tall, scowling child.

"And how heavy do you think they are?" Maybe he could get a sibling to help him carry it to his room. Then they'd both one.

He didn't pout. It wouldn't be the first time that someone had seen through him. It would, however, be something of a first for someone other than his family to lay a finger on him in such a way. His first response was instinctual, a growl low in his throat that nothing more than the warning it was meant to be and what could be described as him flinching. The curl of his lips was enough to flash large canines and teeth a little sharper than the would be on anyone else. Once that initial response was complete, however, he was left with a scowl and furrowed brows hidden by his hair until he lifted a hand to the spot that had been flicked.

"Don't touch me." The growl returned, a little louder this time. But - he hadn't said his name. So how had she known his name? There had been a strange feeling — again, another something — and he was liking it less and less. If it had anything to do with Sathoran, then he would need to avoid her. Which sucked, because she smelled amazing. Just reaching up to flick him had set off a whole billowing a floral scents that hung over them now like a cloud. A stark contrast to the rot just beneath it. Like a corpse — he knew those well. The sharp tang of flesh melting away into the soil just there under there under the quaint scent of flowers and he couldn't distinguish it as well as he would have liked.

Which lead to him leaning in again, nose scrunched up. "You stink." An astute observation. But she didn't really stink and the stench wasn't strong enough to warrant the comment, but he figured he might as well just throw it out there. His first attempt at being somewhat mean hadn't worked, so why not try again. Dark eyes observed her quietly before Seokie stood upright once more, looking down his nose at her. "So what exactly is supposed to happen next? Don't have all day."

It was an odd sensation, something that had his stomach rolling. But it was just that — something. Seokie wasn’t sure if it was a lack of a word in his vocabulary or just not knowing, but he couldn’t name it. But it was soon gone and he was left bewildered and faced with someone calling out to him. And to be fair, it might not have been all bad. The first thing that hit him was an earthy scent; strong enough that he had to wonder how he’d missed it to begin with. Then the flowers came next ( he didn’t know what kinds but they smelled nice and that was all that mattered, if he was being honest ) and he felt like he’d just been taken for a walk through some kind of garden, with it lingering on his clothes.

The person carrying this scent seemed pleased to see him, and it didn’t click right away. Instead, he glanced from one side to the next before looking down at the girl. “Uh.” Intelligent. The hellhound’s first thought — aside from the brewing excitement and the very strong urge to wag tail at this girl’s enthusiasm to see him — was that she might not have been told anything about him. That he was supposed to be something big and bad. And he did have the big part down; it was a little annoying looking down at her but if he bent his knees to accommodate her, that would be too nice of him. And he really wasn’t supposed to be nice, now was he?

“Nah. You missed him; he walked out like a second ago. I’m his brother.” Not a complete lie; his brother had dropped him off. Almost literally. Took him as far as the entrance and then backtracked, leaving him wholly unprepared. His scowl turned into a sneer, a canine showing for a moment. He hoped, really hoped, that Sathoran wouldn’t believe him and would laugh like everyone else at his attempts at being remotely mean.

There was one student that seemed intent on digging himself into a grave. The same boy he’d called two ridiculous nicknames in a row, and yet he didn’t seem to get it. The hybrid merely watched him fumble with his words with a brow raised. He hadn’t asked for chatter of any sort, but somehow that had escaped this student. He wouldn’t say the boy was familiar but to have the gall to question him? Interesting. Sarang smiled sweetly while the boy got out all that he needed to say. “Are you done? I think you’re just about done. Squirrel won’t be of much help to you, other than trying to get you to shut up.” His voice was light and airy, no hint of anything other than amusement in his tone.

“Now — the reason I ask for your strengths is because you’ll be using them against me.” His smile widened, enough that his eyes turned into little crescents. “I won’t be going easy on you, and you’ll certainly have anything else you want to use at your disposal.” The point of the exercise ( other than getting to beat the shit out of students ) was to force them to use all of the weapons in their magical arsenal — regardless of how small they thought it might be. With ease, all eight of his tails unfurled behind him. “Interrupt me again, and you’ll be cleaning those bathrooms you’re so concerned about with your mouth.” Maybe not that, but probably something close it.

With a wave of his hand, he gestured for them to get on with their demonstrations if they would. His eyes darkened slightly, flickering obsidian for a moment before settling on a glimmering gold. “I’ll give you all a moment to consider how you’ll come at me; talk amongst yourselves.”

Seokwoo had been — warned wasn't the right word. Informed? Foretold? Too foreboding — warned of what school would be like and the behavior he needed to exhibit. Which was partly the reason behind the scowl on his face and the slump of his shoulders. All else ( the deep furrow of his brows and the constant sniffing ) were all from nerves. Why wouldn't be nervous? He was separated from his family by being placed in house void. That, and it was now being counted as something as disgrace for him, the runt.

Swallowing, he sniffed again, moving off to the side for a moment. His bangs almost covered his eyes, though were not long enough to do so. He figured he'd let them grow out a little more. Maybe he'd be a little more intimidating like his parents needed him to be. But — wasn't there supposed to be some kind of welcoming committee or something? Seokie'd been told there'd be one. The hellhound, however, could not see anyone who might be so.

yo fam so here are my updated brainstorms. if i already started a collab with you, please let me know so we can get it sorted out! for everyone else, here are some ideas/collabs i want for my characters.

seokwoo
+ uh he has 7 siblings ahead of him. some in the same year and others that could be in their graduate studies or staying on as teaching assistants
+ he also mixes with a Bad Crowd so if you have any angry bois or gurls, or just Bad people for him to be v close with/hang around, that'd be rad

elias
+ goody-two-shoes squad that he might be falling out of bc he's not super goody goody

seulgi fc
+ her hubby/baby daddy thanks

sarang
+ his harem is always open but he loves only one (1) boy and he doesn't even know it

elysium
+ lmao come join the chaos it's a fun time

It wasn’t unusual to have enthusiastic students. Sarang had seen decades of them come and go, sometimes losing that enthusiasm and sometimes not. It was really a toss-up, in his opinion. The hybrid watched some of the students in his class galavanting around the room at what they likely perceived to be their designated or best stations ( whichever it was, he didn’t care ). Head tilted to the side, he twirled the rings on his fingers as he observed them a moment longer. He hadn’t bothered looking at his roster recently and at this point didn’t know names - but they wouldn’t matter in a couple hundred years, most likely, so what would be the point?

“Sparky, Ms. Spider-monkey; care to join us on the floor?” His smile didn’t quite match the not-so-playful bite of his words and harmless name calling. They’d likely be stuck with those names for however long they were stuck in this class. The sleeves of his shirt were probably much too long for this class, though the bottom half of his attire certainly fit more. He toyed with the hem of his sleeves, fingers just barely peeking out of them.

He flipped silver hair from his eyes, revealing them to be much the same color as he surveyed the students gathering in the center of the room. He had to do this introduction spiel every single time and Sarang could confidently say he was tired of it. “Welcome to Magical Combat. I’m sure you all think you know what this class is about, but as our lovely little stormboy and squirrel have demonstrated, you’re probably wrong. Before we get started, I want you all to show me what ability you think is your strongest.”

A simple enough task. Making the students line up, he went down it as each demonstrated what they thought they had the most control of. Some of it wasn’t anything spectacular, and some of it was bordering impressive. But then again, Sarang had been around a long time and he’d seen a lot of things; what really impressed him these days? Not a lot.