Teacher to teacher chating

[Gilbert]

Gilbert waltzed into the room "kesesesese"ing to himself at the look of the Emberclaw students' faces after he filled their dorms with firecrackers. "Hallo, kesesesese nice chainsaw pinky." he said commenting on the shinigami's weapon. He promptly popped down on a chair pulling out a case of Krombacher beer, clearly against the rules, with no intent to share as his small pet chick landed gracefully and nestled into his hair. He looked around expectantly at the other teachers. "Anyone care to introduce themselves? I may be awesome but I'm not psychic."

[Professor Layton]

This man looked like they just got him out of a mental hospital. With the beer and pet chick, what else could be stranger? But, being the gentleman he was, Professor Layton would introduce himself to the teacher. He had been too deep in thought about Luke to introduce himself to Grell, so he had a ticket out of that. "I'm Professor Hershel Layton. And you are?"

[Gilbert]

" Ah danke, Professor, for asking however it should be obvious. I am the awesome Herr Beilschmidt. The AP Euro teacher. You seem pretty unawesome, but not as unawesome as you could be. We could be acquaintances. Kesesesesese." the albino said with no intent to be insulting however was still as annoying as ever. He took a swig of his beer then offered some to his pet who chirped happily. "So vat do you teach Hersh?"

[Professor Layton]

Unawesome? From stories Helen told of Henry, sounded like this man could be his best friend. "I teach archeology." Professor Layton said as he looked at Gilbert. "I used to teach at the Gressenheller college back in London, but that changed when I decided to teach the high school here instead."

[Gilbert]

"Arthur (representative of England)? Was? (german for what?)... hmm you don't seem veird enough. Maybe stuffy enough." He pondered. "But i get it. I came from osten deuschland myself. East Germany. Archeology though. I've got some pieces that might interest you. I'm only about 22 in appearance, but I'm really 485 years old. Kesesesesese."

[Grell Sutcliff]

Grell rolled his eyes at the man who walked in the door. Conceited, annoying, and borish. Three qualities that Grell was sick and tired of dealing with. He yawned loudly as the teacher bragged about himself, leaning against his scythe.
"Thank you for the compliment, babe, but don't call me Pinky," Grell said sarcastically, a dangerous undertone hiding in his voice. "My name is Grell Sutcliffe, death god and any mortal's worst nightmare." He grinned evily, narrowing his eyes.

[Gilbert]

"GAH! A death god? And me not being able to die? Whatever shall I do?" He moaned sarcastically with dramatic hand motions included, and at no extra charge no less. "Listen, Pinky, as long as East Germany exists, so do I. I've been around for 500 years and killed more people than you have in your notebook, and I killed them MYSELF. Spend some time with Russia and then talk to me about nightmares babe." He smiled dangerously his eyes darkening to the color of blood rather then their usual ruby.

[The Warden]

The Warden smirked, leaning back a little into the couch. "Well, well, well, it seems like we've got yet another cold-blooded killer, don't we Bob?" he asked. The unicorn nodded. "We sure do, y'all. And he's probably killed as many as we have in SuperJail." Bob said as he grinned at Gilbert.

[Gilbert]

"And more, kesesesesesese." He chuckled darkly. "It's alot easier when you don't die yourself, alzough I've got some nasty scars myself. Although I can't say I'm completely cold-blooded. I don't kill kids. At least not the cute ones. And I don't kill Canadians either for uhm certain *cough* reasons." The albino blushed, obvious against his pale skin as he coughed and glanced towards where the elective rooms were and where a certain home ec teacher was sure to be.

[Bob]

Bob shrugged a bit as he looked at Gilbert. "We haven't killed any kids either, because I like them too much, and they're adorable, when they're not pulling my mane." the unicorn said. "But I can't help but wonder, why can't you kill Canadians?" the Warden asked, raising an eyebrow at the albino man.

[Gilbert]

The albino blushed wildly. "Uhm. My friend is Canada... and I... uh... lost a bet." He lied clumsily.

[Bob]

Bob coughed and looked back up at Gilbert, raising an eyebrow. "Y'all sure about that? From the way y'all are blushin', I'd be thinking something else." Bob said. "What do you think, sir?" he asked the Warden. The Warden looked to Gilbert, and tilted his head. "Hm..I'm not too sure myself, Bob."

[Medusa]

A small clapping of the hands entered the sounds of the teachers in the lounge. In walked a woman that many people would not have seen before. Blonde hair and a black dress with a hoodie that would have represented a snake. "Bravo, bravo, i almost thought a fight would have broken out." she said with a smirk as she walked into the room. her bare feet not making a sound

[Gilbert]

Gilbert heaved a sigh of relief. The pressure was off. "Who's the broad?" He asked obnoxiously, lazily rolling his head back to look at her.

[Grell Sutcliff]

Grell bared his pointed teeth in a growl at the obnoxious teacher. Immortal. Only he would be that unlucky. Of course, a reaper's scythe can cut through anything, he thought evily. Even if I can kill him, he sure could benefit from a little haircut.
Grell turned sharply to see a woman enter the room. Her blond hair perfectly framed her face, the long ends twisted around into a shape similar to a noose. She was beautiful.
She would look better in red, Grell thought expertly. He giggled to himself. Oh, but they all would.
Rolling his eyes at Gilbert, Grell smiled suspiciously at her. "Hey there, hun. What's your name?" Grell usually didn't care much for women, but this one appeared interesting. She seemed powerful, and Grell was interesting in power. He didn't have many allies at this school, and, death god or not, he wanted respect.