Fantasy &nbsp; Augurium ~ IC

Peckinou · Feb 3, 2020

Talvyn Welsworth
Thursday, the 5th of October, Year 500
8:00 - Dorms
Interactions: Lee

Kyrenka
Talvyn smiled a bit at Lees enthusiasm to assist in cooking, as he looked towards Lee he saw him grab a spatula, Talvyn figured that Lee should learn a bit more about cooking with the stove since today was the first day of their program classes and electives. So Talvyn grabbed the spatula from Lees hand and gave to him a hand mixer he smiled a bit before replying "Im a put you in charge of the pancakes and you won't need a spatula yet." Talvyn then grabbed the pancake batter and put it in front of Lee on the table, he then went on to grab a bunch of fruits Strawberrys with their stems cut off, Blueberrys, Peaches and Banana slices and put it right next to the pancake batter. "Add any type of fruit you want to the pancake batter when you start mixing it" Talvyn then went on to use the over to start making Bacon and eggs, by the time Lee gets finished in mixing the pancake batter and fruits together then should likely be done with the Eggs at the very least since they took the shortest amount of time to make. Talvyn took note of something real quick a decided to kick a stepping so that it was right on the counter in front of the pancake batter in order to help Lee reach up there and mix the batter in a less awkward position. They then went on to return to their task of making the eggs and bacon for their breakfast.

Huntertabbysandshark3 · Feb 4, 2020

Vulmar Lulana
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Jet

The female humans outburst At Vulma’s question was surprising for the curious Arachne. Enough so that he Ended up dropping a majority of the food on the plates he was carrying, Vulmar frowned after he realised what he’d done wasting that much food was just a horrible thing... then again these people seemed to have a lot more of it just everywhere so it prob wouldn’t matter too much... right? His attention returned to the anger female Once he put down the now mostly empty plates. “I apologise if my question was.. insensitive, I was just curious..“ he replied with a basically rehearsed line, his questions had gotten on the nerves of other species a lot before he’d gotten here. “But going back to what you said, iv got no clue what passes as normal around here..and iv seen a walked bird person here too soo... I’m just trying to work out what normal is for here” he said calmly ".. and besides, look at me in the out of place one walking around with double the limbs and yet to me you all have one set of arms is weird.” he said this giggling a bit at how dumb what he was saying sounded waving his six arms to emphasise the point he was making quickly stopping after he realised it looked kinda stupid. “but err.., aside from that... what’s a marshmallow?” Vulmar changed the subject to the odd little... fruits thing... "I assume its edible... right? is it like a plant? fruit or something?" he's marshmallow question was more directed towards the male (siggie) that was cooking the things.

Osuka · Feb 4, 2020

Ivan Timurovich

Dorms

Ivan had almost choked on a sip of his coffee as he watched Guiren react negatively to the shake that he prepared, and it was about the funniest thing he had seen the past few days. The poor guy didn't re-shake his drink before, and after allowing himself to laugh for a few moments, he stood to pick up the shake and then held up an index finger. Without saying anything, he would disappear back into the dorm kitchen to make it smoother for his roommate. Instead of the normal ratios, Ivan dumped a small amount from the container down the sink before washing out and then reassembling the blender. Afterwards, he would dump the rest back into the blender before adding more milk and running the machine so that the powder would be more broken down.

It only took a minute at most before he returned, the shake somewhat darker with the introduction of a little more chocolate, and after handing it to Guiren, he would gesture.

"Try it now," he encouraged. "Won't be chalky this time. More chocolate and milk in the shake. Afterward, we should talk about morning run. Is very important - body is temple to self, and to train it is to show love and respect towards self. Not making it best it can be reflects in self-esteem."

After having said his peace and seated himself once more, Ivan decided that he would address another elephant in the room after having made himself comfortable.

"Is this odd?" He asked, his voice flat but the brow of his right eye raised. "Cannot help but get feeling that you think there is ulterior motive here. Is common Occidens Hospitality to make food for eh.." He thought for a moment, scratching at his chin as he did so. "Not friend, but basically roommate. This is not so with other places?"

Kyrenka (I'm sorry they're short for now - they're kinda just sitting around and having a uh... Conversation?? XD)

Deathkitten · Feb 5, 2020

08:50 Program Classes

Patronus (Teacher - Ellania Marens "Miss Fortune") - Kitchi, Gavin, Ian, Venissa, Ivan, Nyara, Chepi, Guiren, Willow, Ivanna, Avia, Zak

Insidiator (Teacher - Mikael Malmqvist) - Nayr, Arik, Kira, Talvyn, Aswad, Hira, Leanan, Yanvara, Steve, Ahmar, Lee, Issac, Marielle, Cayden

Magister (Teacher - Alexander Artor) - Mavior, Liliana, Miranda, Ariu, Colette, Lavka, Locoma

Artificis (Teacher - Khonsu "Soup") - Xelon, Siggie, Pandora, Jade, Thomas, Yua, Vulmar, Rhonas

Dux (Teacher - Diana Collens) - Maria, Nikea

Defectus (Teacher - Octavia) - Omar

As the time for breakfast neared its end, teachers were geared up for the first program class of the season.

Patronus

Ellania, the Patronus teacher, was pleased that she had the honor of teaching the Protector Program. Generally speaking, these kids planned to stay on the school's payroll after graduation, so they could be people she would actually get to know - assuming they stuck with it. It gave access to higher-level combat training than your standard Pugnator class, which was in line with her interests as an ultima as well. No boredom here!

She was on The Ring long before class officially started, trying to come up with a gameplan for her class. She had more than ten students, a decent number for her to handle, but not too many, so she could still give them individual attention. Come 08:50, time for class to actually begin, she cleared her throat, "Alright! For those of you who don't already know me, I'm Ellania Marens, better known as the ultima 'Miss Fortune'. I'll be your teacher for this season. Anyone who's actually here on time, thank you. We aren't going to be having this Patronus Program in the same area of The Ring as you've had your exercise or your Pugnator class, assuming that's what you had before. Most do the two as a pair."

"Instead, we're heading over to the sectioned area," she explained, motioning off to her left, the students' right. Faintly in the distance, a large wooden wall that separated off an entire swath of the ring, size unseen, stood. "It's about a mile out. A good little morning run is the best way to wake yourself up, stretch your muscles, and get a little exercise in... so let's jog to it. To make it a little more interesting, the first two students there will get to be the group leaders! Use magic if you want, but don't start shit between each other for this. Alright? Alright."

With that, she was off, and with her, she assumed, the students as well. Ivanna and Venissa quickly fell behind, but neither of them was particularly worried about coming in first anyway. Ivanna felt like it would be more interesting to be part of a team than to lead it, and Venissa was horrified by the idea of being in charge of people and in the limelight. She didn't know what the group leaders would be expected to do, or what any of this entailed. She didn't even have an inkling as to what they were doing next! So, no. No team lead for her... not that she could catch up even if she wanted to.

Ellania herself was there in a blur of wind and movement, impossible to keep up with. She wasn't even bothering to hide her speed. Once she stopped at the gate with a cloud of dust, she turned to watch the students' approach. She was interested to see who would come in first and who would come in last. She had high hopes for the two NRNA giants, for Ian, and for Ivan, but there was always an opportunity for something different to happen, for her to be surprised.

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Kyrenka

Osuka Please wait to post until everyone has rolled!))

Insidiator

Mikael Malmqvist stood near enough to Ellania's class to be able to hear her speak. They were both heading to the same area, and the other teacher seemed to have some interesting ideas. He was quiet while he waited for class to begin, for the bells to ring, as it were. 08:50 in the morning, and he could only imagine some of his students were tired. He, likewise, had a good spattering of students. More than ten of them.

Once class time had begun, he gently cleared his throat and spoke quietly so that everyone had to hush to be able to hear him, "Hello students. It's a pleasure to meet you all - those of you who I haven't already seen around. I am Mikael Malmqvist, and today I am your Insidiator professor. This course is known as the 'spy' program, but I assure you it is much more than that. You all want to make changes in the world around you, whether that is with a corrupt government, an assassin group, politicians, hunting, or anything and everything in between. You are meant to leave this program as a jack-of-all-trades. I want you all to understand swiftly, however, that this is not a program for the faint of heart. This will get dark. You will get dirty. You will do things that you find morally questionable... but if you believe in your cause and your goals, then you will need to learn how to reach them by any means necessary."

He paused, looking at each of their faces as he allowed that to sink in. Out in the real world, Insidiator graduates likely needed to be able to kill people in their pursuits. For the greater good... whatever that 'good' happened to be.

After allowing for a pause, he cleared his throat again and spoke once more, "I think we ought to follow Patronus's lead and have a little competition like they're having. You'll be working in small groups, and every group needs its leader. No, running is not a good way of deciding who would make the best leader... but you don't know each other yet and you hardly know yourselves, so little would be appropriate anyway. Running will be good enough for today... plus it's a little fun. At the moment we have thirteen students, though that is subject to change over the course of this class, so we will have four groups. Three of three, one of four. The first four people get to be group leaders, with the first person to the wooden gate getting to be the leader of the group of four."

"As you likely heard Ellania say, don't start shit with each other. That doesn't apply to this program. Use whatever means you wish to get ahead. To win. Don't kill each other, that's all I ask. Just understand, if you make enemies, you'll need to keep track of them. Underhanded tactics can get you so far... but it can spell your demise if you play things poorly," he explained, turning towards the gate, "With that - go!" He fell through one of his own portals that had appeared suddenly beneath him, popping up beside Ellania after only a second.

"This is gonna be fun," he said to her.

She smirked, "I wonder how much of a pain in my ass your class is gonna be... what you have in mind, devious little gremlin."

Mikael grinned back at her, taking the tease with pride. He hoped his class could be devious. He really did.

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Peckinou

Aelia Aeldyne

Steve Freeling

Kyrenka

Osuka Likewise, please wait to post until everyone has rolled.))

((I will do the other classes in separate posts. These were both on The Ring so they fit together well.))

Deathkitten · Feb 5, 2020

Artificis

Khonsu's or Soup's class took place on the first Trade Island, surrounded by shops on either side and just across the street from the shop Yua called home. The building they were standing in was clearly a shop as well, the sign outside saying "The Student Store", but it was differently set up than your average shop. It was clear this one was to teach. He had a little less than ten students. Good for a team, he thought. Soup stood, leaning against the counter of the shop, dressed as flamboyantly as he always was. A partial kimono barely covered the top of his chest and ended right after the top of his hips. A black bodysuit of some sort kept him decent, but only just as it sculpted his ass and legs to a degree that should have been illegal.

He looked demure standing there, gently playing with his fox familiar that crawled about in the air and nuzzled his face. Anyone who already had the pleasure of having one of his classes, however, knew that he was anything but demure. He was a whirlwind of energy, most of that frustratingly sexual, despite the fact that he didn't actually do anything untoward. He was very touchy, preferring to comfort his students with a hug or combing their hair.

The half-noble yawned as the bells rang through campus and looked at his students with feline curiosity.

"Hello hello~" he chimed in effeminate tones, "Welcome to the Craftsman Program, better known as Artificis. You all are here to learn how to use your powers for everyday uses. You aren't like those people who want to punch everything they see, you might want to run a business, invent things, craft, or perhaps even be a mercenary. All in all, you wanna make a profit at the end of the day so you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from. I respect that, and I think more people should. I am Khonsu, but you can call me Soup if you'd like, my dears."

"As you can see, we're in a mock shop. This is the best spot to start. There are many different directions one could go with the Artificis program, so I'm going to try to cover as many as I can. There are thousands of people that live and shop on these islands, and not all of them are students. The Trade Islands are bustling metropolises even while classes go on. They are cities. This is the first thing you must understand. On your way here, I'm sure you saw many people. There is a huge possibility for profit, as long as you play the market right," he explained, much more serious in demeanor than he had been in other classes, "I need to split you guys up. First and foremost, which of you wants to be the Shop Manager?"

"We're going to need a Shop Manager - this person is going to be in charge of the store. Do not take this role if you don't know if you can handle it. Management is not for everybody, and some people downright hate it. If you're wanting to one day be the CEO of some big company, you'll need to know how to manage people. The Shop Manager will handle the handing out of money, and will have the final say on what the shop is going to sell, etc. We also need Inventory Specialists, who are going to head out into the Trade Island with the money that the Shop Manager gives to them, and get items for the shop. That or buy materials and craft items yourself. Depends on what you wanna do. You'll need to think about what you want the store to sell. What sort of items, what sort of clientele, what sort of price range, etc."

He took a breath and sighed out, "Customer Representative is next. Another big role. Yes, that includes being a cashier, but you need to know how to get people in. One thing we will be doing is selling silver tokens. You'll need to decide what the tokens are for, make deals with other shops, food places, whatever, and sell them. It affects your scores in the end. Though you decide this stuff as a group, Customer Representative will be the ones actually talking to people and pulling them in. Last but not least, we need at least one person to be Security. Some of you may want to be mercs. Mercenaries need to know how to deal with people too. They need to learn how to make a sale, and how to make sure they aren't getting ripped off. There are a lot of people that try to steal from this little shop. They think it's easy pickings. You need to make sure it's not easy and actually catch the assholes."

"To recap. One Shop Manager. Some Inventory Specialists. At least one Customer Representative. At least one Security guard. Each of you can also add your own personal stock if you're the sort that makes things," he stated again, eyeing them, "Again, who wants to be Shop Manager? If more than one of you do, then you'll have to vote for it."

After a bit of discussion, Jade was made Shop Manager. He motioned for her to come up beside him and handed her a shiny nametag that read Store Manager. Just below that, as she took it, her name would materialize. "Alright," he said, "You know the stuff to do now. Take the tag that describes what you want to do, and Jade, take it from here. Tell them what you think the gameplan should be. Make sure to discuss as a team as much as you can, employees that don't have a say anything are unhappy and it affects profits." He stepped away and leaned against the wall behind the counter, beside the door to the backroom. His fox familiar had hopped down and was carrying a basket to each student so they could pick their nametag.

Jet

ManofManyRoles

ManofManyRoles · Feb 5, 2020

Mr. Alexander Artor
8:50
Aquas Island, Artor's Class, Magister
The white haired male hung in the air, lounging back with his hands behind his head as if he was on an invisible couch, the unique environment of aquas island bending to his whim. The classroom had been re-arranged, as opposed to the massive open space it had been during aquas classes, it was now set up with personal study desks, comfortable roller chairs, and even waste baskets for each one. Across his own desk that he 'levitated' next too was the pitbull sized bunny shark, watching the class out of it's pitch black eye and slowly swaying it's tail back and forth. He was dressed as he always was, nice red suit that mismatched his caster type. Eyes slowly went over each face in his class...seven students, wonderful! "Greetings class! I am Mr. Artor, and I'll be teaching you Magister. First things first though, we're on aquas island as I'm sure you're all aware. We won't always meet here, and we'll actually often be out and about. I am a firm believer in the hands on method of learning and observation, and that's what you need! You see, magister is the teaching program...but to teach, you have to learn! That's why I study trivia on my down time, it's a means to learn and better myself! Now then..."

He slowly dropped to the ground, stretching an arm across his chest as he smiled. "Magister program will aim to teach you how to be teachers and professors. Now, some of you may wish to remain here in augurium and teach, but you're welcome to go out into the world at large and spread your knowledge. Now then...let's start with an exercise. I'm going to give you all a chance to make a Pop Quiz, five questions. Put it on any subject or thought you want, so long as you could have learned about it somewhere. None of those trick questions of 'what color is my underwear' those don't count I'm afraid. Once we're all finishes, I'm going to have you come up to the front of the class and call on people who raise their hands to answer your pop quiz. I'll also be playing along...bonus points if you can stump me!"

Walking over to stuffy he patted her on the head as he scratched under her jaw. "I'm aware that not everyone has writing materials...fear not however! I intend to provide! Stuffy, if you would love?" The shark opened it's jaw wide, Artor turning to face his class as he went elbow deep down the maw of his pet shark, still smiling. To him, there was absolutely nothing wrong with what was going on, and the idea that he might be freaking out his students didn't really register...and his shark seemed not to care that her owner's arm was buried entirely down her throat. "Ah, here we go! Pens and paper!" Pulling out completely dry and intact pieces of paper and pens, he started around the class, handing each student a pen and paper. "I don't think this Pop Quiz will take you all terribly long to create, ten minutes tops? Once you're done, I'll call one of you up...alright then, have fun!" Flashing one last smile, he sat down at his desk and gently stroked the top of the shark's head, who simply seemed to close her eyes and enjoy it.

Aelia Aeldyne

Aelia Aeldyne · Feb 5, 2020

Lea - Corridors - 08:45 - interacting with Huntertabbysandshark3

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I gritted my teeth and quickly passed a wrist over my lip to wipe off the trickle of blood. Oh, and apply a little magic, that would never hurt. My head was dizzy, my mind was dizzy. I felt myself die a little inside. How many times did I refuse to go insane already... Why did I keep refusing, when everything was pushing me towards madness ? Pretty sure the voices in my head would agree; no point in denying their existence anymore. After all, insanity is one big happy family, they say. Yeah. I only had to snap, to fall over and join them. It would be so much better. I wouldn't suffer, I would not be in pain. All there would be would be calm, and happiness too. Maybe lingering sorrows, for a very short while. And there would be no coming back. Once you jump into the pit, after all, there is no climbing back.

The melody stopped here, the lyrics too. No. It would not do. It would not be a good piece. It was not the kind of family I wanted. It was not the kind of madness I wanted. Even if I kept refusing this madness, I would die inside a little everytime. Every time I denied this fundamental truth, it was like denying 2+2 = 4. It was an affront to reality. But I would do it. If I had to step down into madness, I would not stare into the pit; the pit would stare into me, and I'd stare back at it. I would walk down step by step. Everytime I would shatter, and stay whole. Deeper and deeper I'd go. I would never allow myself to reach an end. I would force reality to recognize my sanity, until the point I would be unable to walk down anymore. But it wouldn't happen in a lifetime.

Right now, I was going mad, but I'd go MY way, and that's all that matters. I drawled lowly, addressing the other boy with a yawn. "I'm... sorry... It's one of those bad days."
And as things went, one bad day is all it takes to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.

-

It was like a celestial orchestra. The violins in the first rows, then the cellos and the heavies. Flutes and clarinets on one side, brass instruments on the other. The conductor in the middle, waving his baton at the musicians - it was a nice baton, long and dark, polished wood. One may wonder if it ever had the touch of women's lips, considering the shine of it; but there was a dent in it, a scarlet mark, hideous, though it was not very noticeable. All the musicians seemed normal, wearing long clothes and white powdered wigs. Their skins were dark, studded with many a shining star upon dark night. Their hands and lips were flawless in being and in acting. The music was unfolding perfectly, and the spectators were satisfied. All nobles they were, clad in rich fabrics and opulent dresses; hidden behind silken masks of bee and dragonfly, too. Some ladies had fans, but most kept it folded, lying onto their lap as they listened; most lords had their fingers clasped, and not much more. One, though, stood out a little. He was in the left lodge, sitting alone, clad in gold and black. He did not look apathetic like the rest of the audience. His long golden hair was flowing behing him, giving him an angelic appearance. His burning, piercing gaze was striking the back of the neck of the conductor, as if something was wrong. His aura, too, was strange; no one had ever seen such power. It was as if he made all light brighter by his presence alone.

The piece was coming to an end, and the music slowly faded down. The audience clapped solemenly, and they started chittering among themselves as the musicians were preparing the next piece. In the celestial canopy above the theatre, a star went out. Nobody noticed, obviously. There was a bit of movement in the right lodge, but no figure appeared, and nobody seemed to notice. Another star went out, but nobody witnessed it either. Then a third lazily flickered out, followed by a fourth and a fifth. Nobody paid any attention. The golden lord kept staring at the conductor, who tapped his baton against his lectern, to signal the next piece. In a few seconds, the room went silent. Not even flies were heard. The conductor raised his baton, and prepared to lower it.

"Messires !"

In the thunderous silence, a voice shattered perfection.

He was there, in the right lodge. Standing tall, a foot on the balcony. Ivory fingers, alabaster face, and eyes so dark the night could drown in them. His clothes marked him as a pure spaniard; the large feathered hat, the swashbuckler costume and the long boots, as well as the thin rapier by his side. If he was not a skeleton, he would make a fine man - he was a great skeleton, though; polished bones, silvery ribs and a pristine skull that shone nicely under the starlight. He was holding a lute, or so it seemed. No lute was like this, thin and metallic, with a leathery shoulder strap. No lute looked so ominous either, with a shaft of red and black, and a spiky head. No lute could endure being wreathed in flames either.

"I have an announcement to make !"

There was a wave of action in the spectator seats, that spread through the rows. All the men had rose, looking for their own blades. To no avail. The skeleton kicked something over the handrail; it was a ladder made of the rapiers of the sires, tied together with linen rope. He walked it down, then stopped at mid-height. Only one of the noblemen still had a sword. Ominous-looking it was, like a wasp's stinger. A silent question rose from their lips behind the mask they wore, and the answer came back lyrically. The skeleton started singing, drawing a few forlorn notes from his hellish lute.

"Listen to me, O mighty Lord of the Flies

For there is something that to you I must teach

In this fine evening, I will shatter your skies

In nine alexandrines, césure à l’hémistiche"

He jumped down the ladder, and a hollow whistle came out of his bony mouth. As he took a step, he unleashed a riff from his strings, and the violins from the orchestra went up in black smoke. The smoke coalesced slowly, revealing the shape of a man, twisted and gnarly, an affront to the meaning of reality. It felt too human, yet too alien.
The skeleton jumped forward, unleashing another chord, annihilating the drums, shattering them in thousands of metal shards, that another note gathered together into another homunculus of the unholiest kind.
Then came the third bar of the solo, and the brass melted into sludge, reforming into some abomination akin to a spider wrought out of blades.
Then came the fourth verse, and the woods went in a hearse, that did not bother to drive away. The grim reaper on the coachman's sit seemed to tired to even stir the vehicle.
Finally, the skeleton jumped on the conductor's lectern, and with a swing of the edge of his lute, beheaded the baton man. From the decapitated corpse, a cloud of black dust emerged, forming the shape of the most terrifying smile known to man over a featureless face.
The skeleton sang again, with a voice ominous and looming over the immobile audience, and audible contempt and amusement.

"I am naught but herald to this great five-man band

They are the knife and the snark and the knight so fair

They are sloth, they are shade, and they bring you despair

And by those five that in madness unite… Comes your end"

He lunged forward, unsheathing his blade at the Lord of the Flies. For a tense second, one might have thought that it would end it all - it was pure insanity. He was the king ! It made no sense that someone would dare and stand up to him. But the skeleton did not care one bit. Using the Lord's shoulder as a platform, he jumped over the audience. When all gazes turned up, they merely saw a hat flailing aimlessly in the air... Before a dark, skeletal feline emerged from under it. Skeletons wore well those days. It had dark bones, and dark claws. Its fangs were black and shiny.

The cat jumped back over, using the wall as a support, towards the golden lord in the left lodge. Time seemed to freeze as it landed, and gave him a lick on the cheek with a spectral tongue. It turned away, towards the depth below, and the voice of the skeleton roared once more, this time charged only with contempt and hatred. It was as if the one who spoke held nothing but disgust for the assembled audience.

"You will live this one more day, O your majesty !"

Strangely, the voice sounded both like a lute riff and like a cat's mewling. As if... The skeletal feline then jumped towards the arcades, and swung its claws, rending the celestial sky. As it disappeared through the rifts, the stars fell down on the assembled spectators. The golden prince was frozen in fear, and finally did the five monsters ride out.

Thus fell the curtain.

-

In the corridor, the Leanansidhe staggered. He felt suddenly nauseous; he cocked his head to the side, and a familiar sound came to his ears. He hadn't heard his cat in... a very long while. So as he felt the need to sit down for a few seconds - "Hey, wait a second please, I'm not feeling very well" he said to the person by his side - he could not help but look around intriguedly. And thus it came; pristine white fur, shining grey eyes and little pink paws. The Leanansidhe extended a hand, and the little feline ran towards it, cuddling against its long-lost master's palm. Lea hazily muttered a few words to the beast. "Yeah... good girl... Been a long time". Then he addressed the other boy, Xelon. "So uh, ... Oughta do the presentations, I guess. So yeah, Xelon, this is my cat Maeb. She's very nice and cute and cuddly and..." An apologetic smiles bloomed on his lips. "Sorry if I get a little excited, I hadn't seen her for a year or so." Hushedly, he stirred the white cat. "Go, give him a cuddle."

From Lea's point of view, Maeb merely surged forwards, leaping onto Xelon's vest, and snuggling him on the cheek with her nose.

From Xelon's point of view, it was hell. Something with the appearance of a black cat skeleton had appeared, and had surrounded Lea. Its mewling was low, and terrifying, hellish and alien alike. It sounded both like a bass riff and like a thousand knives being sharpened on human bones; its purr was just as eldritch. The beast threatened to tear off his head, just like it had done to the butterfly it held in its gaping maw. To a spiritus caster, this was nothing else than sheer nightmare; there was no escape, no way to leave the embrace of the infernal beast. But it merely leaned forward, and slowly, a thread of dark, cold... something came out from between the fangs, licking gently the boy's cheek, before vanishing.

A low voice, childish and cute, shattered the vision.

"Sheesh, stop scaring him, you meanie... Anyway, Xelon, we should go to class now..."

As Xelon blinked, he saw Lea poking a very normal white cat that had jumped down from the former's shoulders. The cat stared at Xelon innocently.

Jet · Feb 5, 2020

Jade S.

Soup was absurd, a parody production of rainbow inflections; just.... why? Good lord his pants were skin tight and Jade hated it. This was sexual harassment by proxy, a test for male students to see who looked. It had to be cause' Soup buzzed horny as hell. It was so unprofessional, and Jade didn't respect it even if she could relate to the last bit; but not with this much verosity! It was MDMA, pink love smog, Cupid's roofie arrows and "50 Positions to Save Your Marriage"; but all at once. Unreal! They had Love Guru teaching business, sigh.

Nothing was normal in this deranged place, Soup least of all!

At least he'd given Jade manager, she was the obvious pick with her ruthless pedigree; a natural at it and boy did she look the part. Efficient and stern she sharp-strode from the group, dime-stopping with a pivot to face them. It was robotic beside her slight up-tilted jaw and condescending "downward" look toward the employees. What a motley gang of people they were, even hosting a multi-armed she-beast! The disorder made Jade's nose crinkle but this wasn't the time or place so Jade took in the rest, stopping again over one with a magi-tech arm. A cute adornment for a cute little girl....

Jade wanted to rip the arm off and reverse engineer it but it wasn't the time for that either. Nope, now was the time for a little speech to rally the troops and explain the gameplan, opening -- "To know the draw we must know the market. Normally I'd posit Magitech, but you're...." she'd pause with a smirk, settling for -- "Hardly experts in the field... Instead we will find what is under-served and what is inefficiently sold because that's where we can destroy the competition! We find that trade, learn it and outperform the idiots who took their market share for granted!" intense-told with obsidian sharpness and a sharks drive. It covered the big mission but to answer untied ends she'd close with -- "As far as job titles, pick them yourselves. I've never met you people, if I choose it's blind so pick it yourself. Just do your job well or you'll sweep the floor".

Deathkitten · Feb 6, 2020

Defectus

Perpetually tired, Mrs. Octavia actually walked into the classroom late. She set a massive thermos of coffee down on her desk and looked at her nearly empty room with a big sigh. Just one right now, huh?

She held up a finger at Omar and began setting her desk up, setting her bag down, and setting a cup on top of her desk which she poured some of the coffee from the thermos into. "Want a cup?" was the first question she asked, and if he said yes, she would oblidge. If he said no, she would shrug. Either way, she drank her own cup like a nicotine addict taking a long drag from a cigarrete.

The cup clinked back down against the wood of her desk and she eyed Omar once again, "So, we've gotta get you up to speed, yeah? I'm Mrs. Octavia. This is gonna be a crash course in all things modern that you don't quite understand because your upbringing sucked. It's not gonna be very fun. I think we should start with the foundation of everything and just not bother with the faffing about. Yeah?"

She stood and motioned to the board behind her, "Mathematics. The foundation of everything. It's literally what makes the universe run... so there's that. From your file, you're limited to a very elementary set of math knowhow. At the very least, you need to be able to survive the real world. You need to know how to add, subtract, multiply, and divide. These are very useful when it comes to everyday use due to money. If you want to pay someone, you wanna make sure you're using the right amount. If you want to open a bank account, you need to understand percentages, fractions, etc."

Octavia turned to the board and drew a simple table labeled addition. She wrote to the side of it afterward, making sure Omar could see, "Addition is the simplest. There's paper in your desk and writing utensils. Take some out and follow along. We go along the top of this table and pick one of the numbers, so let's say five. Then, we go along the side of the table and pick another number, let's say seven. We then just find where they meet, and that's how much they add up to. In this case, that's gonna be 12. We can start here and practice this table until you have it pretty well memorized. Okay? Most harder addition is gonna be based on these numbers. Even something really big like... I dunno. 214+152. 2+4. 5+1. 2+1. Going from right to left. So, 366. But that's just an example. We'll get there once you're ready."

"I want you to come up with ten different addition problems based on this chart and their solutions. We can go through them together afterward. Let me know if you have any problems and feel free to ask me questions about it."

ManofManyRoles · Feb 6, 2020

Yua Smith
8:50
Trade Isle, Mock Shop
Yua watched Khonsu patiently, hanging onto every word as she mentally took notes and etched them into her mind. He was right, of course...the trade isle was more of a massive city than a mall, and yet it was still a massive mall in a way. She wasn't really too offput by Khonsu's attire or behavior personally, her host was eccentric in her own right and she was getting used to this sort of thing...made her wonder if every shop keep was really just varying levels of eccentricity. The discussion that lead to Jade being made shop manager wasn't terribly long...though frankly the girl intimidated her to death. She could feel her blood run cold as Jade's attention fell on her again. Please stop looking at me, please stop looking at me, please stop looking at me... ran through her head in mantra fashion, her hands interlocking as she started to fidget her thumbs against each other behind her back.

What would she be best at? She could do customer representative, she had manned the cash register before at Rowena's and had experience with people...but could she pull them in? Usually the shop itself pulled people in, that wasn't her strong suit. She definitely wasn't cut out for security, she hated fights and would probably just slow everyone down...that left inventory. She could do that...she could definitely do that! She knew the trade island well by now and could get around it faster than the others probably, she even knew some of the shop owners! Taking a name tag and fixing it onto herself as she watched her name fix itself upon it. Jade was right, they needed to capitalize on what was lacking...she knew what that was but that meant....speaking up...and being the center of attention.

She couldn't do that, there was no way she could be in the spot light even for a second! But...she had too, it would make the class have a better chance at success...and it might wind up with her making a friend, and she had promised that she'd make at least one today! Taking a deep breath and shutting her eyes maybe just a smidge too tight so she couldn't see Jade, she spoke up in a voice that one would assume was more fitting for a shadow. "I-if we want to...if we want to capitalize on market that isn't being tapped....Clothes! We don't have a lot of shops that sell comfortable clothes, most of them are more fancy or school related...if we sold comfy things like hoodie's or nice tee's we'd be providing what a lot aren't...If we had magi-tech experience we could give them simple little adjustments to make them warmer or breathe easier..." She took a deep breath, she felt like she was drowning without water...were people's eyes on her? She hoped no one was focusing on her too much, just the shop manager... "Reading material is also a market we could grab. There are plenty of libraries, but not a lot of places where you can buy your own personal stuff to keep...Physical books or electronic aren't a surplus market right now." She opened her eyes, her organic arm unconsciously clinging to the shiny prosthetic and rubbing at it's forearm section, her eyes looking over the group and then suddenly finding the floor holding infinite interest to her.

Deathkitten

Jet

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CapRock · Feb 6, 2020

Sergei - Insidiator class site - 8:55 - Interacting with Insidiator class, specifically

Aelia Aeldyne 's Marielle

Well, that was off to a good start.

As with most mornings, the Augurius campus Islands were blessed with a mystic, serene aura surrounding its ancient, magnificent crystal towers. At one of such islands, however, that atmosphere was briefly broken. The sound of hurried steps echoed across the gleaming glassy walls as a young boy made haste towards his class. His hastily put-together uniform was evidence of his transgression, corroborated with a motive from the heavy bags in his eyes - first impressions always counted the most, a wise lady once told him, and his excessive worrying over the matter throughout the night proved to be his very downfall.

Upon arriving at the wooden gate, a quick inspection revealed that Sergei had just missed a sizeable part of the class introduction. His gut told him he had just missed something important, so he tried glanced at the others to try and understand what was going on. He immediately caught up on some remarkable names there - Kawin, Owens, Spada - his gaze prolonging itself at them as he related their Idiosyntcratic countenance to faces he knew all too well. He could recognize the traits of the so called Big Players just about anywhere, having been catching glimpses into their exclusive and opulent life even from within the censored confines of the Khan Republic. And as far as the others went, he could only hope to understand them better through conversation when the opportunity arrived.

Either way, now came the time to introduce himself to them. Sergei put a hand over his hips, opened a giddy smile and lead with a snicker. "Oh, good!" He said, a short pause to pant as he wiped sweat from his forehead. "And 'ere I had me buggin' that I'd come too early!"
Then, Sergei faced the Spada girl. She was the one who intrigued him the most since, as far as he knew, the Spada lineage had all but been extinguished from the face of the Earth by reasons a commoner like him could only rely on whispers and rumors to speculate on. And yet, there she stood, taking breath right in front of him. To her, he said:
"Hello, lil' miss!" He stopped a moment to stare at the jewel in her forehead, intrigued, then asked: "Would'ja be so kind to catch me up on what I missed?"

Kyrenka · Feb 6, 2020

~Liliana Bermudez~
Thursday, the 5th of October, Year 500
08:50 - Magister Class

Liliana was way out of her element this time around. She had gotten too comfortable with being latched to Venissa's side. Now that the shyer girl was gone, the brunette had shrunken in on herself as she avoided looking at anyone else. It was hard making new friends, that's why it was so much easier to just latch herself onto one person and sticking with them. It's not a good long-term option though. Realistically, she knew that; but she still did it anyways. At least she was able to look up in order to pay attention to the teacher as he talked. The fear of being called out for not paying attention much stronger than the fear of making eye contact. Of course, her anxiety quickly turned to disgust as their teacher plunged his hand down his familiar's throat and pulled out papers and pens. Oh thank goodness I have my own. It was always best to be prepared, but today she was thanking the higher powers that she was prepared right here and now. Eagerly whipped out her own notebook and pencil so that Artor and his supplies stayed away from her, Liliana dutifully made up five questions. It was mostly simple since she didn't want anyone to fail, and she hoped that nobody else had anything incredibly difficult.

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ManofManyRoles 's Artor and

Deathkitten 's Venissa))

Jet · Feb 7, 2020

Hand of 2s this was shitty, the damned Jacks had Moon late with their snatch n' grab. Being tardy didn't matter in-itself but the bad press and maybe a teacher on his ass too? Great, more people thinkin him the local detriment.... They were right with the dust up but being late? That wasn't his fault God damn it and it made him look the flake. Fuckin' Jacks.... they'd forced his ass back on the line for more food and now he'd have to scramble.

"Why not eat what Artor grabbed from the familiar's gut?" you might ask Zak to counter. A fair question answered with "Bout I tat FUCK OFF on ya fo'head?" -- because he wasn't eating anything fished out a stomach. In the slums he ate bad but never that; and here at the school? Zak was Hollywood n' living large with big standards these days. So not only was it a no it was a fuck no as he tossed it over-into the bin like a mouldy sock. He half wanted to chase the Jacks too but they were off who the hell knew where and time was ticking.

Damned clock was racing it felt! He'd have to take to-go, walking brisk and eating too. It wasn't ideal but he'd make Patronus as the race closed with his teeth working a mouthful of food.

What terrible timing!

Horrible truly! But hot damn the sandwich was good! God gifted chefs and flavor-focused he'd grumble -- "Fuckin-chalked! Notha late.... well...." pausing as he bit into his mobile meal; chew talking -- "A bets I dust ya, runnit back slow foots?" Clowning as he dug into his dwindling sandwich again, walking past Ellania without apology.

Huntertabbysandshark3 · Feb 7, 2020

Xelon
interaction:

Jet

“Hey it’s ok everyone has bad days just gotta work through it” Xelon replied cheerfully trying to at least make his roommate feel better, he hated when people wherein a bad mood around him, he only ever made it worse if he didn’t try to help out, another reason for his perpetually chipper attitude. They both kept going only for Lea to stop suddenly for some reason once again xelon’s face turned to worry apparently they where not feeling well? “Are you sure your just having a bad day maybe your sick?” He asked with a concerned tone. his expression quickly changed from concern to almost fear, something kinda like a cat skeleton appeared wrapping itself around Lea, the sounds it produced were bone-chilling let apparently it was his roommate's pet cat? yeah... of course just a trick of the light.. Xelon forcing himself to smile “awww that is cute, Maeb does look really adorable, don’t worry so much about being over-excited ya seen your pet a-“ his basically forced kind words were cut off by maeb, it had suddenly jump onto him.. it was hard to describe exactly how he the feeling the eldritch horror cats vocalisation and appearances shook xelon to his core. Yet instead of scream or moving or even wince... he just smiled but it wasn’t a normal one, it was the type either a crazy person or serial killer would make. Xelon really didn’t have any other way to cope with fear or most negative feeling... aside form just pretending to be happy. But it was when the thing licked him was what really seemed to break him for a moment... he just laughed... and kept going even after the thing disappeared. Yet looking at it agai... it was just a cat... yeah... he was just imagining things yeah... “dont... worry I wasn’t that.. scared.. yeah we should get to class” xelon spoke almost normally yet the slasheresc smile remained

Once he had gotten to class Xelon had gotten back to normal well.. almost, he wasn’t as hyper-energetic everything felt a lot slower for him... and only a slightly creepy smile remained on his face as he continued to try a process what had happened only a little while before. The teacher, however, was very distracting although that was a good thing in xelons mind the guy knew how to get his class to watch him... god did his outfit look tight... but undeniably hot for lack of a better term, Xelon could feel that both had a similar overly energetic attitude towards life... although that was too true for him right now.

with mr soups explanation of the signed task of running this store altogether, Xelon zoned out for a while all through the discussion of who would be the manager and barely listen to much as his mind fall back to the cat once again. Jades address managed to snap him out of it, and he promised himself that he would focus.... maybe he could customer rep? He was good with people... then Again he could aways make things worse.. xelon thoughts were interrupted by a girl with a magitek arm, making a couple of suggestions about the store... a clothing place or a book place... yeah that might do, right? “Umm... guess what about those silver tokens? We still need to sell those? Maybe we could make them a sort of sovereign? Or... does anyone know metal work? We could carve something into them for sovereigns,” xelon repled with a somewhat question tone as it seemed everyone might have forgotten about that part... even if it was one of the few things xelon actually heard “oh umm... also... maybe I could be the customer representative? Well that’s if no one else wants to”

Peckinou · Feb 7, 2020

Lavka Kashik
Thursday, the 5th of October, Year 500
08:50 - Magister Class
Mentions:

ManofManyRoles

Mook-LandStrider
Lavka didn't really enjoy being stuck in their room until their roommates finally left and they were able to leave without being intercepted by her monsters. Their roommate was honestly a horror to be around and they would constantly make terrifying creatures that they just wanted to stay away from. Lavka sighed a bit as the teacher explained the activity that they would be doing as of today, it sounded a bit fun to say the least. Lavka quickly went on to take out their binder a pull out a unused piece of paper so that they can use it to create the problems to their question, the were pretty easy to them at least, the first 3 were questions they learned when they were 7-9 year old while the last two were college problems. Although the subjects were a bit more random but it should be nice to see how knowledgeable the other students were and maybe even the teacher. They would be really disappointed if the teacher doesn't know the answear to these problems though since the hardest was on a low moderate level of difficulty for them. Though for the average college kid it could be considered a bit difficult but telling the difference between what is too easy and what is too hard wasn't really something Lavka has mastered yet.

EldridSmith · Feb 7, 2020

Omar looked at the coffee curiously for a while, he had never tried it even at Pandora's. He nodded his head and cautiously took a drink. It was very bitter but better than what he was given in Egypt. He grabbed a pencil to begin writing but it snapped under the pressure as he began writing. He grabbed another to try again but it also snapped. He went through 7 pencils before he was able to scrawl down the problems in his crude handwriting.
1+1=2
2+2=4
3+3=6
4+4=8
5+5=10... and so on went the pattern to 20.
"I finished." He says holding out the paper (with his normal arm) for her to see. His other hand nervously fidgeting with the glowing mass of doughy glass as he looked at her.
His mind wandering back to the fight between Pandora and Taram and he already disliked her. His negative emotions channels into his art slowly forming the face of Taram... but far more twisted and sinister. For the first time I'm his life he felt the drive to harm. His mind soon brought out of his trance as the teacher began speaking, causing him to drop the piece, which shattered causing him to panic. "S-Sorry! I'll clean it up." He says immediately dropping to do so, the lingerie fear of authority and punishment still deeply rooted within him.
Interacting:

Deathkitten
Mentions:

Kyrenka

Mook-LandStrider · Feb 7, 2020

Pandora
Trade Isle
Mock Shop

Pandora sat and listened as Soup spoke up, she glanced around to the others in her Class and realized that they all had their own unique look to them. She gazed at Soup and stared for a long minute, the chattering of The Jacks low and unintelligable to anyone farther from them than herself. Giving the larger one a nudge it in turn turned and slapped the four smaller ones in one long swipe of its stubby paw. Their heads rotated around like owls before settling onto Pandora. She felt their eyes stareing into her soul and it made her ever so slightly uncomfortable so she immediately looked up to the others as Jade got named Manager. She had hardly interacted with the girl and just the aura the woman gave off was one of staunchness and rigidness. She rolled her eyes once before felt something tugging on her pants.

"What." She spoke to the larger Jack as it pointed to one of the smaller ones shuffleing off and between everyones legs. "Get it." she commanded the creature as she mentally reached out and caused the smaller one to seize up and freeze in place. The larger rabbit shuffled forward before knocking the smaller one over and dragging it back to Pandora's feet. After a moment it twitched several times as it once again started moving. Rubbing the her left arm Pandora shifted alittle uncomfortably "I think the comfortable clothes idea is a good one. Can we keep some of the things we make? I don't have alot of nice clothing just yet and I would love a comfortable hoodie, especially one that I can make warmer considering where we are." Pandora admitted. "My father was the Magi-tech one, I never really did much involving that. I know some things but my dad said I always took after my mother, she was the one who was good with life." she continued on.

Feeling another tug on her legs. The larger one opened its mouth and let out a chittering blast of what sounded almost like Binary or insectoid chirping. Staring she let out a sigh "Alright, I guess we can also do Customer Representation. It seems they wish to try to get people over here and they have... ideas..." Pandora drew out the end, a sense of loathing and stress evident in her voice yet she remained resolute in her decision. Looking over to Xelon she knew he also spoke up on the subject. "Maybe you can do the cashier aspects, I can make things and get people over here if you want to possibly split the demands of this position. As for things I could do, I always mused over the idea of a trainable mimic, something someone can put stuff into that can follow them or guard their valuables. Or, I can even make more pixies like the one in my hair." Pandora said pointing out the rose she always had in her hair. "Anything bigger like these walking catastrophes would be slaved to me so I don't think they would last long if someone bought one."

ManofManyRoles