Realistic or Modern Crystal Rivers Academy: The Occult Detective Club

[Kylesar1]

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The Crystal Rivers Academy, located in the heavily populated state of New York, is an absolute playground for rich kids with too much money. State of the Art technology, some of the best teachers in the state, and many multiple clubs that end in them travelling around the country and the globe.


There are so many clubs. Sports including Tennis, Archery, Swimming, etc. Cosplay, History, Science, Medical, Game clubs, Robotics, and hell of a lot more.........questionable things. Extra-Dimensional Travelling, Time Travelling, and Supernatural Hunting. A good 80% of the students are in a club, while the other 20% are either in some form of college or a student leadership position (ie. Student Council and Disciplinary Committee)


This part of Crystal Rivers Academy focuses on the Supernatural Hunting, the Occult Club, which deals in everything supernatural. Ghosts, Spirits, Haunting cases, etc. The club goes around the country and help people out with their haunting cases. Possessions, Poltergeists, Hauntings, and cult investigations. These students work with the actual official Supernatural Crime Agency for guidance, training for a career in the field. Not all cases are bad, but as many are investigated as possible



This is a freeform RP, where students can make their own plots and cases. It's designed to be heavy mystery with some comedy in it. It deals pretty heavily with death and maybe some religious themes (with the cults)

• Modern Times and Modern America
• Mostly made up cases, but some will be actual speculation and supernatural phenomena from things found on Youtube and Reddit, as well as historically haunted things like the Winchester Mansion, the Haunted Paintings and things of that nature
• Cases considered by every player and taken on by those who want to do it

 

[Kylesar1]

Prologue: Club Introductions (Day 2)
Weather: Sunny, Clear
Time: 3:30 pm
Period: Afterschool
Date: Wednesday 8/6/17
Missions: Establish friendships, relationships, and introduce characters​

Breakfast, class, lunch, class. Tests, Lectures, general school bullcrap. Unruly students. Apathetic teachers. Fights. The bell rang and school was finally out. It was only the second day of school, but people could already tell this school year would be no different than any other school year. Normally students would be bustling out to the school buses or out to the front of the school for their ride, whether it was called on or owned. However, in the rich playground that was Crystal Rivers Academy, pretty much every student was going to some classroom for a club. Student chatter and teacher overwatch filled the school halls with life, a complete contrast to before school and during the classes. It was loud

Ariel Mysteria Osler
Room 502- Occult Club Room​

A dimly lit, shady room. Blackout curtains covered the windows. The only source of light were the bunches of candles resting on multiple desks throughout the classroom. Sitting in the teacher's desk was a lone figure. A girl with black hair and red contacts in her eyes. Her image would look intimidating at first, but she looked inviting...........if you found a cultish looking room inviting.

On the board were the words:

Ariel Osler- Club President
Occult Club
Attire: Wear whatever you desire​

Wear whatever you desire? This was exemplified by the fact that this girl wasn't wearing the school uniform. She was wearing all black. Black dress, black skirt, black knee high socks, choker, heels. All black. She looked like a goth, and that was what she was known for. She just had no ways of expressing her self with the school's draconian dress code
Cinderlily
CoolGuy
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[BackSet]

Xenophuilius "Drakon" Dragmit stood just inside the door of room 502. He was examining the room, looking for escape routes in case things got messy. Directly across from him, sitting at a desk, was a rather... Goth girl. Directly behind her, on a blackboard, were words denoting the name of the club president, Ariel Osler. Because of this Drakon assumed that she was the club president.

Below the words denoting the club president were the words Occult Club and below those words were the words Attire: wear whatever you want. That was good. Drakon didn't care one wink about the school dress code. The teachers has tried to dress code him but after the tenth time in two days they gave up. Today he was wearing a blue hoodie and black jeans. He wore his usual street shoes and had his hair tied back in his usual ponytail. Drakon stood there waiting to be invited in.

 

[Cinderlily]

Bianca Blue stopped outside the door of room 502, glancing down at the slip of paper in her hand to make sure she had the right room. It was unnecessary she knew that this was the right place. She had memorized the room number when she had found the slip of paper with the words Occult club: Room 502 earlier that morning. She was intrigued to say the least but also undecided on whether it was a good idea to join, she had never trusted anyone with her secret before not even her mother. She sighed, tucking a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. She would just check in, see what it was all about. Bianca took a deep breath, steeling her nerves and opened the door.

 

[Kylesar1]

Xenophuilius "Drakon" Dragmit stood just inside the door of room 502. He was examining the room, looking for escape routes in case things got messy. Directly across from him, sitting at a desk, was a rather... Goth girl. Directly behind her, on a blackboard, were words denoting the name of the club president, Ariel Osler. Because of this Drakon assumed that she was the club president.

Below the words denoting the club president were the words Occult Club and below those words were the words Attire: wear whatever you want. That was good. Drakon didn't care one wink about the school dress code. The teachers has tried to dress code him but after the tenth time in two days they gave up. Today he was wearing a blue hoodie and black jeans. He wore his usual street shoes and had his hair tied back in his usual ponytail. Drakon stood there waiting to be invited in.

(Let me just tell you. Crystal Rivers Academy is VERY strict about their dress code. This isn't a normal school. You would be sent home or to the tailor if it's broken. Don't edit, but remember it for future reference. Just call it a warning.)

Ariel Mysteria Osler
Room 502- Club Room​

Ariel looked at the guy who was standing around like a deer in headlights. "What are you waiting for? Come in and explore until your heart's content." With the room darkly lit, it'd could be a bit difficult to walk around


"I'm Ariella Mysteria Osler. Call me Ariel. You're here for the Occult Club, yes? I'm the President. Are you are?" she assessed them both. Someone who looked like they opened up the closet and grabbed the first 2 things that just happened to fall out. He must be one of those types who didn't care about much. But then again, why was he here?

The girl looked cuter. Shy, nervous. She seemed to be a bit of an enigma. That could very well just be first week nervousness

Cinderlily
BackSet

 

[BackSet]

(Let me just tell you. Crystal Rivers Academy is VERY strict about their dress code. This isn't a normal school. You would be sent home or to the tailor if it's broken. Don't edit, but remember it for future reference. Just call it a warning.)

Ariel Mysteria Osler
Room 502- Club Room​

Ariel looked at the guy who was standing around like a deer in headlights. "What are you waiting for? Come in and explore until your heart's content." With the room darkly lit, it'd could be a bit difficult to walk around


"I'm Ariella Mysteria Osler. Call me Ariel. You're here for the Occult Club, yes? I'm the President. Are you are?" she assessed them both. Someone who looked like they opened up the closet and grabbed the first 2 things that just happened to fall out. He must be one of those types who didn't care about much. But then again, why was he here?

The girl looked cuter. Shy, nervous. She seemed to be a bit of an enigma. That could very well just be first week nervousness

Cinderlily
BackSet

(Sorry. I'll make sure to remember that. Onward to in character moments of fun and weirdness.)

At the girls permission Drakon stepped into the room. "Xenophilius." He said when the girl asked his name. "Xenophilius Dragmit. But dont call me that! I hate it. Call me Drakon." He looked around. The room was dim. Of course it was a club called the occult club. What did you expect. Drakon took a moment to wonder why there wasn't a chaperone. Surly the faculty wouldn't leave a bunch of "rich brats" alone in a room. Surly they're not stupid enough to leave us alone. he thought. I'm almost sure that well cause something to explode.

 

[CoolGuy]

Max felt like he had come to Crystal Rivers purely to join the Occult club. The first few days at school went about as well as last year's. He wasn't bullied - Crystal Rivers was too high class for that - but he was certainly ostracized. He wasn't entirely sure why. Shouldn't they wait to get to know him to ostracize him? That's how it worked before. He shook his head. It didn't matter.

He didn't work up the courage to join last year, but he had worked up the courage to join this year. Having mustered up the courage to ask a teacher, he was directed to this room. Room 502. Max refused to let his anxiety prevent him from joining the Occult club. This was his only goal, and by God, he was going to take on some cases or he'd die trying. Quickly, he slipped inside the room, after the boy in front of him did.

The first thing he saw when he entered was the candles. That seemed needlessly dangerous, didn't it? There were already lights they could just... turn on. It was still pretty dark in there. They could open the curtains, if they needed to. The second thing he noticed was the board. Ariel Osler was the club president, he was in the right place, and he could wear anything he wanted. It's not like he could have changed in the past thirty minutes, but he unbuttoned his top button. Much more comfortable. The third and final thing he noticed was everyone else. He'd heard through the door that the boy he was behind was Drakon, and one of the girls must be Ariel. Probably the one sitting in the teacher's desk. His nervousness prevented him from talking first, so he just waved.

 

[Cinderlily]

Bianca tugged on the black hem of her white skirt in an effort to look presentable. It was a little shorter than the academy allowed but she loved the thrill of breaking the rules (not that anyone really noticed that her skirt wasn't the regulated length but if a teacher ever took a ruler to the garment.... Ooooh they'd notice) The board behind the girl named Ariel, the club leader, said that they could wear whatever they desired. If she had known that then she would've brought a spare set of clothes to change into before coming through. She spoke up after Drakon,
"I'm Bianca. It's nice to meet you."
The door opened and emitted a boy, younger than the rest of them. His eyes darted quickly around the dimly lit room, surveying. His eyes eventually fell on a set of candles on a nearby table the flames reflected in them. She really liked the ambiance the candles gave the room, very mystical, and wondered if he was thinking the same. He then turned and waved at Ariel, looking more than just a little anxious. Ariel, for her part, didn't do anything to startle the skittish youth just kept that same pleasant look on her face. Bianca instantly trusted her. She just seemed like a genuinely good person.

 

[Kylesar1]

Ariel Osler
Room 502​

"Oh geez," Ariel said with a sigh. "Do you people know nothing about the occult? You know? Darkness, spirits, hangings hauntings, cults?"

She stood up and opened the curtains. The natural sunlight illuminated the room. The classroom, like every classroom at Crystal Rivers Academy, looked more high tech than the average room. With Extra Dimensional Traveling, Time Traveling, and the fossil club restoring live dinosaurs at a smaller scale, they had technology no others had.

On each desk was a cream folder. Inside were contents on spirits. Not all the same spirit. 1 spirit, ghost, creature, etc. "Since this club won't bring a bunch of goths here, I suppose it'll have to work like the EDT, TT, or Fossil Clubs." She kept that pleasing smile on her face. Obviously she was joking about it being a stereotypical Gothic club. Ariel pointed to the desks.

"I want you all to mingle and choose a desk. Do a bit of research on the entity in the folder." Computers were connected to the desk as always. "Any questions?"
Cinderlily
CoolGuy
BackSet

 

[BackSet]

Drakon didn't have any questions. Well actually he did. It was supernatural and it intrigued him. As he went to the desk he asked "why exactly... Does this club exist?" He looked at the folder at the desk he'd sat down at. Vampires was printed on the front. Pretty stereotypical. He thought to himself amused. Instead of firing up the computer in front of him he reached into his bag and grabbed a couple of books. All of the books were on first hand encounters with the supernatural. Some of them were probably jokes or drunk crackpots but you never knew.

 

[Cinderlily]

Bianca squinted as too bright sunlight flooded the room. Ariel seemed to have a flare for the dramatics.
"I- I know a thing or two about the occult," she piped up.
She knew a fair amount about it actually. Her mother had told her ghost stories before bed when she was young and as she grew older she had been taught all about monsters and creatures that only reared their heads in myths and legends werewolves, huldufólk, djinns, etc. Whether or not any of them actually existed remained to be seen. Perhaps that was another reason she was here. Drakon beat her to asking the question that was on the tip of her tongue so she nodded in agreement.
"I was wondering that myself. The occult fascinates me that's why I'm here but I want to know just how in depth we will be going?"

 

[CoolGuy]

Though glad about the sunlight, Max almost felt insulted by her insinuation that he didn't know anything about the occult. He wasn't even given the opportunity to showcase his knowledge, and it was already being doubted? This was the only thing he did know about! He bit his tongue, though, and sat down at a desk. Meanwhile, Drakon asked the question they were all thinking. Then the other girl, the one whose name he didn't know, asked another question. Max decided to add to the barrage. "Will we be killing anything?" he asked, a hint of eagerness behind his voice. Against humans he was a pacifist, but they weren't dealing with humans. "And if so, how?"

 

[Kylesar1]

Drakon didn't have any questions. Well actually he did. It was supernatural and it intrigued him. As he went to the desk he asked "why exactly... Does this club exist?" He looked at the folder at the desk he'd sat down at. Vampires was printed on the front. Pretty stereotypical. He thought to himself amused. Instead of firing up the computer in front of him he reached into his bag and grabbed a couple of books. All of the books were on first hand encounters with the supernatural. Some of them were probably jokes or drunk crackpots but you never knew.

Bianca squinted as too bright sunlight flooded the room. Ariel seemed to have a flare for the dramatics.
"I- I know a thing or two about the occult," she piped up.
She knew a fair amount about it actually. Her mother had told her ghost stories before bed when she was young and as she grew older she had been taught all about monsters and creatures that only reared their heads in myths and legends werewolves, huldufólk, djinns, etc. Whether or not any of them actually existed remained to be seen. Perhaps that was another reason she was here. Drakon beat her to asking the question that was on the tip of her tongue so she nodded in agreement.
"I was wondering that myself. The occult fascinates me that's why I'm here but I want to know just how in depth we will be going?"

Though glad about the sunlight, Max almost felt insulted by her insinuation that he didn't know anything about the occult. He wasn't even given the opportunity to showcase his knowledge, and it was already being doubted? This was the only thing he did know about! He bit his tongue, though, and sat down at a desk. Meanwhile, Drakon asked the question they were all thinking. Then the other girl, the one whose name he didn't know, asked another question. Max decided to add to the barrage. "Will we be killing anything?" he asked, a hint of eagerness behind his voice. Against humans he was a pacifist, but they weren't dealing with humans. "And if so, how?"

Ariel Osler
Room 502​

Ariel began pacing around the room. Her gothic attire and manner of speaking screamed Drama Nerd. Someone reenacted a lot of Shakespeare. Her walk was confident. Her words, seeming more projected than before. If she were standing on a stage, she could probably sell Hamlet's monologue. However, she wasn't speaking on a stage. She was in a classroom full of a students who seemed more confused than intrigued.

"The Winchester Mansion. The Hands Resist Him. The Jonestown Cult. The Annabelle Doll. Little Bastard. The Gettysburg Battleground. Do you believe it? Or is it just the human mind prescribing magic to explain whatever they don't understand? The causes, the effects, the aftermath. Do ghosts exist? Do spirits, poltergeists, demons........do they? If so, how to we call them, help them, enlist their help, defeat them? That is the simple question. We will test these theories and defeat them if they find to exist should the need arise. Plain and simple." Ariel shrugged. Did they believe her? This could very well be a club made for the fun of exploring the unsolved, misunderstood, and unexplained history. Or it could have them actually going out and investigating these things. "We'll obviously be doing most of this from the field itself. We're not gonna be sitting in a classroom and imagining these things happening as if we're on some Roleplay website." Ariel scoffed with a shrug, but kept her smile up. However, it was definitely noted that, by her words, something seemed a bit deeper than what others would think.

When Max asked about killing stuff, her smile turned to one of more...........cunning, as if she were purposely withholding information. Or was it questionable approval? "Will we kill stuff? Perhaps. I can't guarantee you anything though."

 

[BackSet]

Drakon didn't like the answer. Well he liked the part about spirits and stuff but he didn't like all the fancy word flourishes. There was a reason he went with his nickname instead of his real one. "Well," he said. "Sounds like we're in for an interesting year." He smirked. "I like interesting. Finally a place I can put my huge repository of dragon knowledge to use." He leaned back in his chair. Dragons were one of the few things he knew about. He knew about a bit of other occult stuff but dragons were his specialty. And don't ask him to do math. He sucked at math.

 

[CoolGuy]

Max narrowed his eyes. They weren't being told everything. That much was overwhelmingly obvious. In spite of his suspicions, he smiled. This was exactly the kind of club he thought it was. Even so, he disliked the thought of enlisting ghosts for help. Drakon mentioned his own knowledge of dragons and then leaned back. Dragons were never Max's specialty. After waiting a moment, he returned to the task given by the president.

He opened the folder on his desk. It said "Leviathan"... It occurred to him that he only knew about ghosts and spirits, and not about the more physical occult monsters. He briefly considered grabbing another folder, where he could explain everything without even opening up the folder, but decided that learning was the important part here. From his cursory knowledge of Leviathans, he knew they were sea monsters and they were big. He was also pretty sure there was only one of them. Or maybe that was simply a popular misconception. He shook his head. Sea monsters terrified him. He stretched his fingers and looked at the computer. Time to research. Right before beginning, he realized no one here knew his name. "I'm Max, by the way," he said quietly. Hopefully loudly enough for the rest to hear him, though.

 

[BackSet]

Drakon opened his books. Books were, of course, one of the best ways to gather knowledge. He'd never liked computers. Came with hanging out with the poor. He heard the other boy say his name was max. He didn't know if the boy had heard his introduction earlier so he said in a lower voice so only max could hear him, no need for everyone to hear the same thing twice. "Cool. The names Xenophilius. But nobody calls me that without getting a broken bone or two. Just call me Drakon." Without waiting for a reply he turned back to his book, checking out a rather real sounding vampire case.

It was probably fake. The amount of real occult encounters were directly proportionate to the amount of money North Korea had that didn't go into its military. Most cases were jokes or people trying to get 15 minutes of fame. Others were simply drunk, deluded, or insane people. But every so often there was the odd true case. Occult monsters such as vampires, ghosts, or Bigfoot likely had at least one true case. The monsters wouldn't be so popular if they didn't. Drakon continued reading.

In between his thoughts about vampires Drakon silently wished he had gotten dragons. Those he could explain away without a thought. He could list off famous dragons throughout the ages and even explain relations between dragons and dinosaurs. Vampires were not something he cared to know about. They were just boring.

 

[Cinderlily]

Bianca nodded at Ariel's speech not really comprehending much of what was said but she did like the idea research. Research was good...research yielded answers. And she needed answers. As for the killing part, she'd be lying if she said that she hadn't at least fantasized about staking a vampire or two. She let out a soft laugh. A girl was allowed to dream. But did a stake through the heart really kill vampires? Well that's what she was here to find out. This would be fun. She looked at the stack of books on the table immediately singling out a thick book with a green spine with the word CLAIRVOYANCE spelled out in bold, silver letters. That's what she'd come here for.
The younger student introduced himself as Max. Nice name. Simple but nice. She smiled at him even though he wouldn't see since his back was turned, fingers tapping furiously on the keyboard of a state of the art computer. Drakon introduced himself as well so it seemed only right that she tell him her name. After all they would be spending a lot of time together in the foreseeable future. She grimaced, too foreseeable for her liking. She walked quietly over to him.
"I'm Bianca," she said once she was beside his chair, "it's nice to meet you," she turned to address Ariel and Drakon too, "you guys as well. Let's get along."

 

[GrieveWriter]

Casual humming emanated along with the sound of rolling wheels, the source moving at a steady pace towards her destination. With her bag rolling along behind her, the humming stopped for a moment as she paused before room 502. With a tilt of her head, she considered the door for a moment before reaching out and entering.

"Ahh~ what an intriguing setup we have here."

Standing in the doorway in attire of green and glasses of red, A silver-haired girl took a moment to look over the current occupants of the Occult club with a sly hum. Her eyes traveling amongst the other teens before eventually settling on Ariel. The girl in green gave her a once over as her eyes narrowed and her mouth stretched into a smile.

"You must be Ms. Osler."

The new girl made a show of walking over with her bag wheeling behind her, angling it out of the way of any obstacles, before coming to a stop before the darkly attired girl and immediately reaching out with her free hand.

Without even waiting for a response the girl in green began shaking Ariel's "The name is Quincy Chitsaire, seems I'll be joining you and your cohorts." Quincy introduced herself before releasing the other girl's hand and turning to look over the rest of the students, giving a small hum she reached up and removed her green silk hat. Holding it to her chest, she bowed a bit for placing it back upon her head and turning the focus of her gaze from the students to the tables and the screens upon them.

After a moment of looking she gestured to one of said tables and raised an eyebrow as her grin returned full force "I take it these will be our first day activities then?"

 

[The Cobalt Killer]

An ugly screech resounded in the halls outside Room 502. It wasn't the haunting shriek of a banshee but the sound of the polished floors against Julien's rubber soles as he came to a halt. "Mon dieu..." he sighed as he peered in. In spite of his 'baby face', he was wise for his age and preferred to maintain a stoic appearance. Perhaps, one might think, that is why he sighed at the sight of a most eccentric collection of misfits in the club room. Regardless, he had come to Crystal Rivers Academy for the sole purpose of joining the Occult Detective Club and had no intention of turning back now. Fixing a smile, he took a step in.

Whatever flowed out of Julien's mouth, however poetic in meaning, was always stunted by a thick French accent. His English was not bad, intrinsically, but it lacked the rhythm of a native speaker. In great contrast to, he observed, the girl who appeared to be the leader of the club. There was a certain flamboyance about her as she floated around the room with an air of confidence and spoke with clarity. Out of the corner of a keen eye, he spotted a board at the head of the room with some writing on it. Details, he thought. Important details, he grinned.

"Ah, Ms. Osler?" he said, maintaining eye contact with her. His accent betrayed him, but he kept his smile. He didn't want to be offensive or rude, but he was determined to prove that he was no fool either. Stepping forward, with little grace compared to his new leader, he canvased the room, respectfully eyeing up his fellow members. "I am Julien Baptiste. Don't worry about the pronunciation; most Americans get it wrong." He spoke honestly, despite being confident in the ability of a talented speaker to say his name right.

 

[BackSet]

Dragon looked up at the sound of a voice and saw a girl. Right off the bat he decided he didn't like her. She seemed like a real show off, always eager to one up someone else and just the kind of person Drakon wanted to avoid. Either way he figured he'd better be polite. And introduce himself. "The names Drakon. I'd say it's nice to meet you but it's not nice to lie." Drakon didn't keep his opinions to himself very often. If he liked you he was nice to you if he didn't like you he gave you the cold shoulder.

Just as he was getting back to his work another boy came in. This one with a heavy French accent. He seemed at least a little less stuck up than than the girl. Perhaps they could get along just fine. "Yo." He said to the boy a tone of indifference in his voice. "The names Drakon. What's up?" He then went back to his work. Vampires, vampires. Did holy symbols really kill them? Did they really drink blood? Well let's find out!

 

[Kylesar1]

Casual humming emanated along with the sound of rolling wheels, the source moving at a steady pace towards her destination. With her bag rolling along behind her, the humming stopped for a moment as she paused before room 502. With a tilt of her head, she considered the door for a moment before reaching out and entering.

"Ahh~ what an intriguing setup we have here."

Standing in the doorway in attire of green and glasses of red, A silver-haired girl took a moment to look over the current occupants of the Occult club with a sly hum. Her eyes traveling amongst the other teens before eventually settling on Ariel. The girl in green gave her a once over as her eyes narrowed and her mouth stretched into a smile.

"You must be Ms. Osler."

The new girl made a show of walking over with her bag wheeling behind her, angling it out of the way of any obstacles, before coming to a stop before the darkly attired girl and immediately reaching out with her free hand.

Without even waiting for a response the girl in green began shaking Ariel's "The name is Quincy Chitsaire, seems I'll be joining you and your cohorts." Quincy introduced herself before releasing the other girl's hand and turning to look over the rest of the students, giving a small hum she reached up and removed her green silk hat. Holding it to her chest, she bowed a bit for placing it back upon her head and turning the focus of her gaze from the students to the tables and the screens upon them.

After a moment of looking she gestured to one of said tables and raised an eyebrow as her grin returned full force "I take it these will be our first day activities then?"

Ariel Osler
Room 502​

Ariel's expression went from friendly to curious. Who was this specimen? Wearing green, she looked sort of cute...........but was she Occult Club material? "Yes, Just look into the files and ponder over whether you believe the creature inside is real. It'll differ from everyone else. Research it. The cases, the history, the origin." Such a task would seem incredibly boring to anyone not already interested in the club. If you were on the fence, there's a good chance this wasn't for you.

An ugly screech resounded in the halls outside Room 502. It wasn't the haunting shriek of a banshee but the sound of the polished floors against Julien's rubber soles as he came to a halt. "Mon dieu..." he sighed as he peered in. In spite of his 'baby face', he was wise for his age and preferred to maintain a stoic appearance. Perhaps, one might think, that is why he sighed at the sight of a most eccentric collection of misfits in the club room. Regardless, he had come to Crystal Rivers Academy for the sole purpose of joining the Occult Detective Club and had no intention of turning back now. Fixing a smile, he took a step in.

Whatever flowed out of Julien's mouth, however poetic in meaning, was always stunted by a thick French accent. His English was not bad, intrinsically, but it lacked the rhythm of a native speaker. In great contrast to, he observed, the girl who appeared to be the leader of the club. There was a certain flamboyance about her as she floated around the room with an air of confidence and spoke with clarity. Out of the corner of a keen eye, he spotted a board at the head of the room with some writing on it. Details, he thought. Important details, he grinned.

"Ah, Ms. Osler?" he said, maintaining eye contact with her. His accent betrayed him, but he kept his smile. He didn't want to be offensive or rude, but he was determined to prove that he was no fool either. Stepping forward, with little grace compared to his new leader, he canvased the room, respectfully eyeing up his fellow members. "I am Julien Baptiste. Don't worry about the pronunciation; most Americans get it wrong." He spoke honestly, despite being confident in the ability of a talented speaker to say his name right.

"Hello Mr. Baptiste," Ariel said with a smile, as if her ears just weren't assaulted by that monstrosity of a sound his shoes just made. Geez, she thought as she fought off the urge to rub her ears. She maintained a perfect friendly smile. "Ariel Osler, Occult Club President. Have a seat and take a look." She just explained everything to Quincy, so he should already know what to do.


Some students had stood up, said their apologies and walked out. Apparently this seemed too boring for them, which was just fine for Ariel. It seemed like too many students there anyways.

Ariel Osler
Room 502​

(Time to get crazy!)
"Drop your folders!" she suddenly yelled in the silence. It's been about 5 minutes of nothing more than silence as the students looked through their files. She looked at the nice turnout with a smile. All these people. Now on to the real business. Her smile had been twisting in expression this entire time. Friendly, mysterious, sly, fake. Now it took on a........more maniacal spin. "Our official first day are our ritualistic tattoos. These symbolize your entrance into the club." This is where she'd lose some people. What didn't help was the fact that she looked like a complete sadist. "You're all gonna get tattooed in this room lit by candlelight and only candlelight. By whom? By me personally." She reached in the teacher's desk and pulled out a tattoo gun and all the supplies. The way she was talking backed up her sadist look. She plopped them down on the desk. "These are sterilized of course. If anyone wants to leave, it's best you do so now." And some did. In fact, all but Julien, Quincy, Bianca, Drakon, Max. A perfect size for the club.
Cinderlily
CoolGuy
BackSet
GrieveWriter
The Cobalt Killer

 

[Cinderlily]

The girl named Quincy was a little intimidating. Ok a lot. Pretty and dressed in the most eccentric and flamboyant ensemble she had ever seen. Next to her Bianca felt like a plain Jane dressed in her school uniform and with her pale red hair and freckles. She hated her freckles, they made her face look splotchy. It didn't help that Quincy seemed to be looking down on them.
Julien Baptiste, she decided, was quite handsome. His accent was charming and his English was quite good although he didn't seem that confident in speaking it, if his halting speech was anything to go by. His movements weren't very fluid. She smiled, he was the type of person she was more comfortable around.
"Welcome," she said to both the new comers, not daring to look at Quincy though.
Five minutes later Ariel announced that they were all to get tattoos.
"What?" she asked, startled.

 

[Kylesar1]

The girl named Quincy was a little intimidating. Ok a lot. Pretty and dressed in the most eccentric and flamboyant ensemble she had ever seen. Next to her Bianca felt like a plain Jane dressed in her school uniform and with her pale red hair and freckles. She hated her freckles, they made her face look splotchy. It didn't help that Quincy seemed to be looking down on them.
Julien Baptiste, she decided, was quite handsome. His accent was charming and his English was quite good although he didn't seem that confident in speaking it, if his halting speech was anything to go by. His movements weren't very fluid. She smiled, he was the type of person she was more comfortable around.
"Welcome," she said to both the new comers, not daring to look at Quincy though.
Five minutes later Ariel announced that they were all to get tattoos.
"What?" she asked, startled.

Ariel Osler
Room 502
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Ariel started walking towards Bianca's desk. "Oh of course. This is the occult club. You know? Pentagrams, candles, sacrificing goats and chickens, that sort of thing" The way she talked was so nonchalant and casual, like she just didn't say she was not only gonna do this, but in almost complete darkness. ".......well not the goats and chickens. Animal cruelty is not my thing, even in the name of a god. The point is, I need your commitment to the club, and what better way to seal it than to place a malevolent demon inside of you that'll possess you if you tell anyone about this club?" Ariel had one of those weird moments where she laughs and jokes around about the most batshit insane ideas. She then got close to Bianca and sat right on her desk and on her file. She leaned all the way back on the desk, to the point where her feet and hands would touch the 2 desks beside it. "I'm the club president, Bianca. I wouldn't mess up your gorgeous face. So long as that's not where you want the tattoo. Besides, the tattoo won't be visible to anyone who doesn't have a ritual tattoo."

 

[BackSet]

A tattoo. Drakon thought. Isn't that taking it a little too far. Drakon decided to speak up. It was the least he could do. He was pretty assertive. "If I read the board correctly!" He yelled out in a rather monotone voice. "This is the occult club not the cult club! Also I'm relatively sure that it's illegal to have a minor do your tattoo!" Unfourtanetly Drakon was 100% lying to himself. And of course his real opinion had to come out. He smiled confidently and just a little scarily. "Let's do it!" He said in a more devilish and confident voice.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Quincy had immediately giggled and set to work, shrugging at the Drakon boy's tiny little jib and almost immediately claiming the far corner of the room for herself.

Setting out her large rolling bag, Quincy immediately opened her folder before rolling her eyes.

Skinwalkers... seriously?

If they were asking for research into lore this standard then it was pretty telling of the wide variety of experiences they expected to attract.

Instead of researching Quincy merely zipped open her bag and began scouring through it in search of her notes on the matter. She assembled these notes before her and pinned them together with a paper clip before going over them.

She took a moment to look up when the French boy arrived and introduced himself. But besides a flash of her standard smile, Quincy returned to her notes almost immediately.

Until the topic of tattoos came up.

Looking up from her papers, Quincy gave a hum "As expected, the method may be archaic yet effective. Though a simple binding would be more than enough to erase possibility of exposure I suppose the added fear tacked on with the Demon would be more effective against those of relatively weak will."

With that she stood and left her corner to stand beside Bianca's desk as well, if only to tilt her head at Ariel as she folded her arms behind her back "Very well, let us dispense with formalities and get on with this. There are entities to be found, studied and potentially murdered. I shan't delay my encounter with them."