Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150525061428/@comment-3991308-20150602020259

A tall, pale guy with mousy brown hair was leaning against one of the lockers, flipping through a magazine. The magazine cover looked like the edition of a more recent sports almanac, but in reality, he was flipping through a pin-up magazine. "What do you mean they kicked me out? I'm the physician of Death," he said in an indiginant tone to the black-haired girl in the leather jacket next to them. "No one tells me what to do."

"I'm only slightly terrified that you're going to run the health industry in the future, Asclepius," said the girl. "Listen Hemlock, so what, you can't take that pretty Swan Maiden to the café you like simply because you were banned over some dumb argument over Nestle."

"Nietzsche!" corrected Hemlock, his voice a snarl of contempt. He sulked, closing the magazine and handing it over to the girl in the leather jacket. "And you can have your book back, Marlene. Everyone knows I'm superior and unaffected by the human form."

Still sulking, he looked across the lockers, seeing the fairest in the school accompanied by a group of people he had never seen before.

"Oh, Snow!" Asclepius Hemlock's frown turned into a smile as he leaned off the locker and walked towards the girl. "Always a pleasure to see you. Who's this crowd?"

((Okay, throwing in Hemlock! If you haven't guessed, he was the previous physician in Godfather Death before Airmid.))