Teachers meeting
Who: Toguro Ani and Onji
Where: Empty classroom
When: Wednesday afternoon (backdated)
Summary: So there is a project
What sort of project had the old costume plotted? How come he was being ordered around by someone who was made of plastic? Miss Edith was an exception, besides she was made of porcelain during daylight. The little shapeshifter entered the art room without knocking, both of his arms folded behind him and a grin naturally imprinted in his deathly-pale face. "Jiro-kun"
Onji sat waiting, a bag of dolls beside him. He pushed himself slowly off of the table, smirking, nudging the doll bag a little with his hand in the process. "Ani..." he greeted. "Edith missing?"
"Miss Edith is on a secret mission stalking Karasu." The demon snickered as if it was the most amusing part of it. "She thinks you'd do a wonderful ball"
"A ball?" The costume asked, his moustache twitching, bushy eyebrows raising above his wrinkled eyes.
"Plastic.. just as clay is very malleable! Or even better, you'd do a lovely balloon" He approached to the old demon-like thing. "So what is this idea of yours.."
The costume smirked. "Weeeheeeeell," he croaked wearily, placing his hand to his cheek. "We will construct a performance with dolls and dollhouses! Hoho!" He smiled a small smile beneath his fur and farted.
One of his eyes twitched. "I'll take care of that, now show me their dolls, I want to play with them" He demanded taking a step toward the bag of toys resting on the ground.
Onji chuckled. "Have you been lonely without Edith, Ani~?" he teased, slowly grasping the bag. "I cannot find one of them. Another is wilting."
The shapeshifter grinned back at Onji "On the contrary! ~ I planned looking new friends for her. And I would include you ... Hmm you're mysterious, what keeps you alive? I'd like to see what's inside." He lifted his index and pointed Onji with the tip of his sharp nail.
Onji chuckled. "Hooho, nothing at all!" His eyebrow twitched. "What did you wish to speak to me of, with the houses?"
"I'll find out soon," the elder Toguro promised. "How you work and how you're turned off" He turned his head into an impossible stance just to look back at the bag of dolls. "Hmn well.. basically I want to know how will this be entertaining... Only Otouto would find amusing to build a house." Ani rolled his beady yellow eyes.
Onji chuckled, amused by the shapeshifter's shape-shifting. "That is where Karasu comes in, of course," he cooed. "Hoo, I have confidence in him. He is to have them construct their scripts... from the inside out. Touchy subjects. Hopefully, if all goes through, then we'll have students crying on stage, hitting other students, etcetera, eating their forces inside. We'll need... to dig, hooh. Perhaps you can find some way to incorporate something triggering to all of the group into their house?" He smirked.
"Mmmm create competition where students get to choose who they dislike more, and even they could 'murder' their friends' puppets. or perhaps the one who slays more gets something.. and you're the one to get that something, ne? After all ..they have all worked in their projects adding effort and time.." He grinned, liking the idea. One of his hands stretched and picked Botan's doll. He wrinkled his nose "Some students are amusingly sick"
Onji laughed. "Hooohoo! Look at Keiko's. That, too, is a piece of work!" He handed him the doll, picking a rose petal off from the head, part of Kurama’s ‘flowery’ project.
He clutched Keiko's doll.. it had a beard.." This is almost as masculine as Otouto" he prodded the sturdy chin of the toy. "I don't think Karasu's intelligent enough to come up with something like that. He is just poor looks, but a bird in essence, like this one." Ani shoved one of his hands in his left pocket and drew the carcass of a blue bluejay mangled beyond recognition.
Onji blinked. "We should give him a chance, eh?" he said after a moment. "Crows are smarter than bluejays."
The vicious snigger never seemed to cease. "I could kill him in the same way, maybe he'd burst a little but that's all... they are all the same to me. Except it takes longer to make someone like Karasu scream." One of his eyes widened impossibly.
"When you'll die if you don't have a heart to have a heart attack?" Ani randomly asked.
Onji chuckled. "I won't. I'll deflate, or something like it, I'd suppose," he replied, a bit thoughtful towards the end, lifting his bushy brow.
"You might be flammable," the elder Toguro nodded to himself, giving the old bag a crooked grin a sane man could never emulate.
"That sounds good," Onji agreed. Onji hummed. "My original idea was not as a full-out play, but simply a series of small skits. Hmmhmmhmm~" The costume nodded. "Maybe we could take a classic play, and have them insert themselves into it."
"That would do. Which play? You're the one in charge of that." He was growing bored, too much talking and no killing. Damn!
Onji nodded. "I will decide. Whoo, how the tides have changed!" he chuckled, pushing himself from the table and taking up the dolls. "I'm almost disappointed."
Where: Empty classroom
When: Wednesday afternoon (backdated)
Summary: So there is a project
What sort of project had the old costume plotted? How come he was being ordered around by someone who was made of plastic? Miss Edith was an exception, besides she was made of porcelain during daylight. The little shapeshifter entered the art room without knocking, both of his arms folded behind him and a grin naturally imprinted in his deathly-pale face. "Jiro-kun"
Onji sat waiting, a bag of dolls beside him. He pushed himself slowly off of the table, smirking, nudging the doll bag a little with his hand in the process. "Ani..." he greeted. "Edith missing?"
"Miss Edith is on a secret mission stalking Karasu." The demon snickered as if it was the most amusing part of it. "She thinks you'd do a wonderful ball"
"A ball?" The costume asked, his moustache twitching, bushy eyebrows raising above his wrinkled eyes.
"Plastic.. just as clay is very malleable! Or even better, you'd do a lovely balloon" He approached to the old demon-like thing. "So what is this idea of yours.."
The costume smirked. "Weeeheeeeell," he croaked wearily, placing his hand to his cheek. "We will construct a performance with dolls and dollhouses! Hoho!" He smiled a small smile beneath his fur and farted.
One of his eyes twitched. "I'll take care of that, now show me their dolls, I want to play with them" He demanded taking a step toward the bag of toys resting on the ground.
Onji chuckled. "Have you been lonely without Edith, Ani~?" he teased, slowly grasping the bag. "I cannot find one of them. Another is wilting."
The shapeshifter grinned back at Onji "On the contrary! ~ I planned looking new friends for her. And I would include you ... Hmm you're mysterious, what keeps you alive? I'd like to see what's inside." He lifted his index and pointed Onji with the tip of his sharp nail.
Onji chuckled. "Hooho, nothing at all!" His eyebrow twitched. "What did you wish to speak to me of, with the houses?"
"I'll find out soon," the elder Toguro promised. "How you work and how you're turned off" He turned his head into an impossible stance just to look back at the bag of dolls. "Hmn well.. basically I want to know how will this be entertaining... Only Otouto would find amusing to build a house." Ani rolled his beady yellow eyes.
Onji chuckled, amused by the shapeshifter's shape-shifting. "That is where Karasu comes in, of course," he cooed. "Hoo, I have confidence in him. He is to have them construct their scripts... from the inside out. Touchy subjects. Hopefully, if all goes through, then we'll have students crying on stage, hitting other students, etcetera, eating their forces inside. We'll need... to dig, hooh. Perhaps you can find some way to incorporate something triggering to all of the group into their house?" He smirked.
"Mmmm create competition where students get to choose who they dislike more, and even they could 'murder' their friends' puppets. or perhaps the one who slays more gets something.. and you're the one to get that something, ne? After all ..they have all worked in their projects adding effort and time.." He grinned, liking the idea. One of his hands stretched and picked Botan's doll. He wrinkled his nose "Some students are amusingly sick"
Onji laughed. "Hooohoo! Look at Keiko's. That, too, is a piece of work!" He handed him the doll, picking a rose petal off from the head, part of Kurama’s ‘flowery’ project.
He clutched Keiko's doll.. it had a beard.." This is almost as masculine as Otouto" he prodded the sturdy chin of the toy. "I don't think Karasu's intelligent enough to come up with something like that. He is just poor looks, but a bird in essence, like this one." Ani shoved one of his hands in his left pocket and drew the carcass of a blue bluejay mangled beyond recognition.
Onji blinked. "We should give him a chance, eh?" he said after a moment. "Crows are smarter than bluejays."
The vicious snigger never seemed to cease. "I could kill him in the same way, maybe he'd burst a little but that's all... they are all the same to me. Except it takes longer to make someone like Karasu scream." One of his eyes widened impossibly.
"When you'll die if you don't have a heart to have a heart attack?" Ani randomly asked.
Onji chuckled. "I won't. I'll deflate, or something like it, I'd suppose," he replied, a bit thoughtful towards the end, lifting his bushy brow.
"You might be flammable," the elder Toguro nodded to himself, giving the old bag a crooked grin a sane man could never emulate.
"That sounds good," Onji agreed. Onji hummed. "My original idea was not as a full-out play, but simply a series of small skits. Hmmhmmhmm~" The costume nodded. "Maybe we could take a classic play, and have them insert themselves into it."
"That would do. Which play? You're the one in charge of that." He was growing bored, too much talking and no killing. Damn!
Onji nodded. "I will decide. Whoo, how the tides have changed!" he chuckled, pushing himself from the table and taking up the dolls. "I'm almost disappointed."