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"What happened after Class Two of the Correspondence Course?"

Finally posting what will be the beginning of the Monster Hunter RP for The Lied Piper, The Anachronistic Tailor, The Soft-Hearted Maven, and The Brash Devil

Keep in mind I'm still very new to this specific format of text roleplaying, so if I need to do something different don't hesitate to shoot me a line and be like "Uh hey wtf are you doing XD"

Link to the thread in Class Two where we left off: https://benthic-university.dreamwidth.org/973.html?thread=140237#cmt140237

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From:

the_soft_hearted_maven

The Devil's face was turning dark. He had enough of arrogant assholes telling him they knew better than him. Of looking down on him for not fitting into their little molds and what they think is the "right" way. He had gotten plenty of that today from that stupid teacher, and this was supposed to be taking his mind off that, and what happens?

In comes Sir Monster Hunter (apparently) to berate him because, what, the Department of Menace Eradication gave them bad information and they acted on it? Or just because to the "expert" here, there should only ever be one way to do shit and any other way was "wrong" and he was stupid for ever straying from what the "right" way was?

Not bad enough Tailor wanted to be some stupid social climbing twit and used people like Maven to do it, now they had to step into Devil's territory? This was his territory, no matter what the Tailor claimed; he could guarantee that he had been doing this longer than Tailor, and he was not going to let Tailor tell him otherwise.

He wasn't going to take this shit.

Not from Tailor. Not from the Academic. Not from the Brass Embassy.

But as Devil was opening their mouth to unleash a tirade onto the Tailor-

"Stop!" Maven cut him off, still by Piper's side as she examined their shoulder. She had removed her toxinbane brooch and was using the panacea inside to stave off any effects of the bite, "Tailor is right, lets just collect what we have, report to the Department that the infestation was bigger than they listed, and head home." She turned to Piper, "Piper, you should come with us. You've been bit, the panacea should help but I can monitor you for awhile to make sure and help with the rest of your wounds. You can have dinner with us while I do."

Edited Date: 2025-06-29 09:49 pm (UTC)

From:

theliedpiper

The Piper winced, but not from the pain. The bite wasn't bad, really. They just... Weren't so sure, now. Which was funny - they hadn't had any qualms about butting in without a true invitation, and now here one was, and they didn't want to take it?

It would be fine. The Devil wasn't mad at them. And the Maven's cooking really was too good to turn down.

"Sounds good." They swallowed before forcing a grin. "After you, my lady."

They cast one last glance back over their shoulder. Tailor seemed to have things under control. They usually did.

Edited Date: 2025-06-29 11:28 pm (UTC)

From:

the_soft_hearted_maven

The Devil briefly turned a fierce glare in the direction of Maven and Piper, then back at Tailor. He clearly did not want to back down. He wanted to force Tailor to admit how wrong they were. Wipe that stupid, arrogant look off their face. Anything. Anything except backing down.

"Honey, please," Maven called out.

Devil's face grew an ugly sneer as he let out a snarl, turning around and stomping away. He swiped up spider corpses along the way, roughly ripping off their legs to bring to the Department and throwing the bodies to the side after.

Maven began to walk away, staying near Piper in case they needed assistance. She also glanced back at Tailor, her mind ruminating on all that had just transpired and all she had just learned about the Tailor.

From:

theanachronistictailor

Right. They were going to have to pay for that, later. The real fury in the Devil's eyes meant trouble, but it was trouble they would have to deal with when they were not knee deep in spider bodies. Next week they'd feel it, if he didn't outright go to the Amanuensis tonight to talk.

For now... they turned their back on the exiting party. There was a Spider Council, and it was going to be a kind of Hell to track it, even if they started now to try to catch up. So they had better get started.

They stretched their neck in both directions, and then strode away, silently disappearing into the dark and miserable false-summer fog.