Christelle Desrosiers (
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[OPEN] Let me hear your voice
Who: Christelle and anyone who might be moving past the language classroom during lunch time
What: Someone's stolen the Big Bad Wolf's phone and is setting all the staff ringtones to personalised moans
When: 17/09
Where: The French/Spanish classroom
Warnings: Annoying women transforming into her colleagues to make nsfw sounds into a phone. Most likely, this will attract some swearing at her.
Christelle likes to be creative when it comes to her pranks, particularly when dealing with Bigby Wolf. Given his rude dismissal of a date she'd arranged for him with a lovely young woman in the city, she'd filched his phone during one of their last conversations (i.e. she kept making jokes of his eating habits until he tried to punch her. Again.). Now that she's got some time between classes on her lunch break, she's going through his contact list and making custom ringtones for each of the staff, transforming into said person and practising making some rather inappropriate sounds until she's satisfied with one, saved, and moved on. She's even being productive, practising the noises while marking papers!
Needless to say, anyone stopping in will catch her as any of the other staff members pausing mid-moan to greet them, easily transforming back into her regular self. "Bonjour! Did you need something?"
What: Someone's stolen the Big Bad Wolf's phone and is setting all the staff ringtones to personalised moans
When: 17/09
Where: The French/Spanish classroom
Warnings: Annoying women transforming into her colleagues to make nsfw sounds into a phone. Most likely, this will attract some swearing at her.
Christelle likes to be creative when it comes to her pranks, particularly when dealing with Bigby Wolf. Given his rude dismissal of a date she'd arranged for him with a lovely young woman in the city, she'd filched his phone during one of their last conversations (i.e. she kept making jokes of his eating habits until he tried to punch her. Again.). Now that she's got some time between classes on her lunch break, she's going through his contact list and making custom ringtones for each of the staff, transforming into said person and practising making some rather inappropriate sounds until she's satisfied with one, saved, and moved on. She's even being productive, practising the noises while marking papers!
Needless to say, anyone stopping in will catch her as any of the other staff members pausing mid-moan to greet them, easily transforming back into her regular self. "Bonjour! Did you need something?"
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And of course, he has noticed her putting something into the drawer. He is observant, after all.
"May I know what you have placed in your desk?"
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He says this evenly, gaze still unnaturally keen. It's quite rare that he has to pull out his sharp logic - it's a situation that is rarely encountered in the modern day, after all. But not in the shadowy memories that he has long suspected to be from a previous life.
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She pulls out the drawer and begins laying out its contents on the desk. Unfortunately, this means there's a lot of stuff she's had to confiscate off the students, including but not limited to a box of condoms (each one had a different smiley face scribbled on), several shades of lipsticks, a lighter, some packs of gum, a yoyo and numerous phones that had gone off during class, waiting to be collected at the end of the day.
"Satisfied?"
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"And which one did you just put in?"
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He says this with a slow blink.
"It is not that I do not trust you, but as a member of the school I believe we all have responsibility to ensure nothing averse happens."
And what you have been doing has been quite suspicious.
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He aligns his fingertips together.
"I believe you require a little more respect of individuals' rights to their own visages." He still hasn't raised his voice, but it should be apparent that he is indeed more than just a little displeased.
And dancing around the question isn't going to win Christelle any points either.
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His gaze sharpens acutely at this point, and it's evident that any trace of cordiality has vanished from his tone.
"I certainly did not give you permission to use my form in such a way."
(Yes. He's heard.)
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She actually rolls her eyes and picks up Bigby's phone, scrolling through the contacts until she finds his one and deleting the tone. "There. All evidence of my indiscretions involving your precious voice are gone. Satisfied, or are you going to turn my organs into pâté?"
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Oh, he's not done with you yet. That phone is most probably not hers. And she has inadvertently admitted to recording voices.
"What will you be doing with those voices, may I know?"
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"Hardly something irreparable, you say? Quite a few will hold you to those words."
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She then checks the time and adds, "You may want to leave in any case. I do believe the owner will be coming soon and I imagine things will get very noisy."
Surely Bigby's figured out where his phone has gone by now.
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"Be careful when you gamble, Desrosiers. You may lose much more than you bargained for."
For once, he pronounces her surname flawlessly despite his accent. There is a very brief flash of disdain in his eyes before he takes his leave.
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