Considering that the majority of the club had probably worked off a good amount of aggression against their reptile friends the other day, Ghanima was pleased to see how many people actually showed up. "Good evening," she said cheerily. "Nice to see no one got eaten by the fish ( Read more... )

There was a table set up with all sorts of drinks and things to nibble on. There was flowers. It was blatantly obvious that Edward expected a lot of people to show up-dear lord, she hoped no one did-and Ino crossed her arms over her chest and watched all of this resignedly.

It was really really hard to look anything but waifish and adorable in a ( Read more... )

"The semester's over," Tyler announced. "I don't feel like working. Talking is working. So is pointing to pair you up." He turned toward Ghanima. "Want to just let them fight ( Read more... )

No zombies. No children. No distractions. It was a perfect day for a fight, and Tyler looked feral as he paced in front of the crowd ( Read more... )

"Jeremy?" Ichigo called as soon as he entered the shop. He squatted down and looked underneath the nearest shelf. Nothing. "Come on, you stupid rat," he grumbled and he was now on hand and feet, trying to get a glimpse of the rat ( Read more... )

Ichigo flung himself down on the chair behind the counter, not intending to move if he could avoid it. Class earlier had made him more crabby than he wanted to admit. He wasn't one to decide who got to live and who didn't. He protected people, as many as he could. That was enough for him.

Coyote Medicine!Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services ( Read more... )

"Well, most of you are looking refreshingly back to your original shapes," Ghanima said crisply. "I hope many of you enjoyed your second or third childhoods, and many congratulations on not managing to kill each other with the nerf toys last week ( Read more... )

Ichigo wasn't complaining about things being back to normal today. It made his walk to town that much easier. He grunted in response to Jeremy's squeak and put the sign in the window before he inspected the store. Somehow he decided that the clay pottery display needed some rearranging and he set to it ( Read more... )

Ice cream. Small children. It was pretty much a siren call they couldn’t ignore. Two kids stood at the counter-one small and blonde, the other small and orange haired. Ino, of course, because she was a whole year older was doing the ordering ( Read more... )

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )