Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36835899-20181109065658/@comment-36855838-20181110060535

It began with the Janitor, her waxing Zamboni whirring away as she approached me, and her sweet scent wafting towards me.

"Howdy, Ms. Aqua, may I say you are delightfully fragrant this morning?"

She looked positively flustered for a moment, practically giggling like a schoolgirl, and then her gruff exterior returned with a vengeance.

"Heya squirt, you're gonna dance wit' me. An' I'm takin' no no's as yer answer."

"I'll most definitely not not not go to the dance with you.😉"

I walked away, the sound of her frothing, boiling, popping skin echoing through the hallways, joined by the screams of several terrified students who she most certainly tried to run over.

Walking into my first class, I took my seat.

Simple history class, really.

The teacher is a Dhampir, makes a big show of educating students on her family tree, by bringing in every ancestor she could round up.

Eventually, she had found enough relatives to fill the school gym beyond capacity, and had begun using these meet and greets as an early school year field trip.

Many of her family members kept servants, usually undead because they lasted longer, and many a male highschool senior had been swept off his feet by a ghoul or zombie who wanted a good time.

A lot of happy couples had eventually married because of that field trip, and I had spent my entire time by the dessert table.

Today, the subject was the war of 1232, and how some succubus had gathered some sort of pacification council that ended th- blah, blah, blah, fucking, BLAH!

People never fought real wars after the great change of 1020 anyway, like 200 people died, that's a skirmish, a massacre at best!

Real wars led to the deaths of thousands, millions!

It's disrespectful to call those dumb pansy-fights 'wa-

"Anthony! Are you paying attention?!"

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Oh boy, this'll be fun. It's after class, and we're two minutes into the ten minute passing period. The door is closed, she doesn't teach until last period, now.

"Ms. Aedes, may I please leave? I may be late for me nex-"

"No, Mr. Smith, you may not. As we both know, your class with Mr. Miller is next-door. And you can certainly afford to humor an old bat like me for a minute or two."

She slowly steps closer, nearly gliding. Her sneakered shoes making no sound on the carpeted floor, her skirt, which rests just above her knees, barely shifting.

"And how may I humor you," I ask, the quizzical tilt of my head causing a tinkling of jester bells.

She's now seated next to me, her chair wheeling closer to mine almost imperceptibly. My eyes are drawn to the bulges in her floral-print blouse, both the large ones in front, and the larger, shifting, twitchy ones on her back.

"I am sure by now that you are aware, of this, but in case you are not, there is a school dance, and it is of course ladies invite."

She locks eyes with me, her rubied pools are like vast seas, and I find myself adrift.

"You are, of course, invited to come with me," her leg finally brushes with mine, and a one-sided game of footsie begins."

"What could I possibly gain from this? You only want what's hard to get. Once you have me, you'll toss me aside like a used rag, and brag to everyone that you got me."

She gives me an affronted look.

"Please understand, dear Anthony," she takes my hand in hers, stroking with her thumb, "my offer is genuine, and you have me to gain. No matter what it is you desire of me, I will work to achieve it. No task is too great for you, my dearest Anthony."

I hear the sound of ripping fabric, and feel her large wing draped over my back, like some kind of possessive blanket.

"Is that all you've got? Just your words? Your promise means nothing. A woman made a very similar promise to my older brother, and not a week later, we found him crying in a ditch on the side of the road."

I stab a pencil through her wing, the flesh around it burning away to ash.

"Don't come to me with your petty promises. My brother was offered a happy marriage, a life of pleasure and luxury, and he got kicked to the curb!"

She sat there, cringing away from me, I held another pencil aimed steady at her breast, runes carved into the side with a paper clip like the first.

"I. Am. Not. Your. TOY!"

She fled, slamming the door behind her.

I snapped the pencil, throwing it onto her desk before heading next-door.

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I sat in the principle's office, having been summoned mid second period.

A golden Ryu statue sat perched on her desk, it's pedestal was circular, and had a large moat built in.

The Shirohebi glared at me from across the desk, disappointment etched deeply into her face.

Next to me sat Ms. Aedes. Her right wing had rotted almost completely away, her was skin pale, her face clenched.

A thin tendril of water had extended to the edge of the charred off flesh, glowing faintly, it had seemed to soothe her wounds some.

Down the office hallway, moans could be heard from the nurse's office. It sounded like the star quarterback, Leonard. The two had started going out a few weeks ago, and the Dark Mage's healing magic had improved drastically since.

I clapped my hands together, and the sound echoed for a good ten seconds. The two women winced.

"And why have I been summoned here? You seem to have her injuries under control."

The water that remained in the bowl flared up like some roaring blue fire.

"You dare to say that after what you've done? You attacked a teacher! And with an ashy rotting spell, no less! This is highly advanced paladin magic! I'm sure I don't have to tell you that it's illegal!"

I tilt my head, Jester bells again.

"Hmm, how odd. I guess I'm just more passionate about history than my teacher. Most of her stories end with, 'and then they fucked.'"

I tossed a small capsule into the water, and it turned into a thick, black sludge.

"And I'm sure, Ms. Anguis, that I needn't remind you just how illegal Molestation is."

"That's Angus, boy."

"Ms. Aedes here made some rather sensual contact with me today, and as I'm sure yoi know, was more than happy to grope me on multiple occasions. I. Have. Had. Enough!"

She suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

"You are aware, of course, that there are officials you can spesk with, forms to fill out, you can have restraini-Grrk!"

I had leapt across the table, my hands were around her throat.

"I. Tried. That. My brother did, too. We were told our accusations were baseless. And you wanna know the really hilarious part?"

I seated myself in her lap, loosening my grip.

"When he went out and started returning the hurt? Putting the moves on Mamono who didn't want him?"

"He came home with broken bones. Then the house arrest came. And police started to drop in uninvited, some of them women he had approached, his injuries continued to pile up."

"Then he went to jail. He died in prison. His cases never even went to trial, no matter who we sued or tried to sue, we never got justice."

And now it had happened to me, three times now.

"This happened in your city. This happened in your school. I'm only looking out for me"

I heard the sound of a faucet. Deafening in the silence.

A cascade of water hoisted me into the air.

"I was not principle at the time, I was merely a tescher. And I won't lie, I kept my head down. But I hold my staff to a higher standard. You should have realized this, but if you had only filed a complaint, I would have rectified this immediat-"

"Don't make me laugh."

"Insolence! You question my honesty? I will show you doc-"

"What's the proper paper channel?"

I slumped forward, resting my chin on my chest.

"what."

"Who am I supposed to go to, ma'am."

She seemed utterly flabberghasted. I had always been a fighter, a brawler, a troublemaker.

"My secreta-"

"Nope."

"Excuse me?"

"By all means, walk away from the problem if you like, I'll be taking matters into my own hands, though."

She sighed a tired sigh.

"What do you mean, 'Nope'."

"I spoke with her, she said she'd need a report and any evidence I had, I turned it over after I took sone high-res photographs. A week later, all traces of evidence I hadn't collected disappeared. That damn woman hid everything."

"'That damn woman' is here, you know. I don't take kindly to insults!"

"And what's your excuse you tentacled terror? You Lovecraftian Lilly liver?"

The mindflayer walked in, and moments later, she was coiled aroubd me.

"I'm very sorry about what happened, and I meant to help you sooner, but we couldn't get hold of you."

She began to cry.

"The old principal, another mindflayer, tried to help your brother, but she was inexperienced, somethibg went horribly wrong. He turned violent, and we couldn't contain him."

She hugged me.

"We've been trying to fix people, watch for problems, iron out the kinks in their personalities, and put them back to where they were."

Well, that explained the oddly vacant expressions days later on most of the mamono who had taken passes at me.

"So, what, you're just screwing with people's brains however you like?"

The Ryu was vacantly faced, the Dhampir was snoring with her eyes open, still as a statue.

The secretary shrugged.

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm going to get you right, though! Don't you worry!"

"Who would you like to be with? I'll whip you up a girlfriend in no time!"

"Nobody, I just want my brother back."

"Oh poo, you're still no fun? This is the fourth time you've said that!"

Wait, wha-

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"Thank you, miss Angus, I really enjoyed tea!"

I walked out, brushing hands with Ms. Aedes.

We passed by the secretary.

Damn, she's hot!

I found myself drooling a bit, I practically couldn't look away. I reached out, my hand almost to her breasts-

"Anthony, don't!"

The chair swerved around, and the mindflayer eagerly pressed herself into my hand.

"Oh, it's all in good fun, Catherine, dear! Besides, as long as he's been single, I'd be happy ti take him!"

Cat-

ms. Aedes, she snatched my hands away and stormed out with me in tow. Mumbling something about "hussie."

My mind drifted back to our talk over tea, how she had so tenderly confessed her love, how I had gladly accepted, and how delighted I had been when she asked me to the dance, how teary-eyed ms. Angus had been when she saw us proclaim our affection, as if it were a dream come true.'

I felt so dirty for having groped the secretary.

"I'm sorry Ca- ms. Aedes. I shouldn't have done that."

She knelt down, embracing me gently with her beautiful arms and wings.

"Catherine will do, darling. I love you, with all my heart."

And I love you, Catherine.

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Haha! Done! Ahh. Feels good to finish stories.