Fantasy Hawthorne Academy

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Xavier Caige~

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Xavier hobbled out of the library, his faced still screwed up with pain. He groaned as he awkwardly made his way outside, cursing Kinya under her breath as he did. He loved the woman, there was no doubt about that...but why was she so violent?


But question; why was she so violent towards HIM? Even when they were in school she'd give him a good kick if he annoyed her...Xavier often complained about this. She was SUPPOSED to be his Protector. He'd swear that she caused more damage than any monster.


As he walked, even though he was still in much pain, he smiled at the memory. Those were the good old days...


What am I talking about? I sound like Liam...I'm not that old yet!


As he thought about this, he kept his eyes peeled for Kinya. Where could she had gone? Knowing her, she'd probably made a beeline for her office and locked the door.


Typical.


He proceeded to waddle across the courtyard, trying to look cool every time he passed a group of girls. His eye twitched as they giggled...and no, they weren't like the giggles he'd get because he was SO gorgeous...and modest.


Eventually he had to stop for a break. Geez, when did Kinya get such a strong knee? Was she a pro soccer player before she came to Hawthorne?!


Xavier would love to see her try playing a sport. He snorted at the thought of Kinya in a soccer jersey and shorts, cleats and shin-guards...that would be something he'd pay good money to see.


Looking up, he noticed a boy staring at the school map, obviously having no idea where something was. Xavier's first thought was, "Ehhhh...let him figure it out..."


In the end, he decided to help the kid out. It was his job, after all...ugh...


As he stood up, he practically limped over to the boy, looking absolutely ridiculous as he did. He looked over the boy's shoulder and wiped his nose, saying, "Need some help?"


I am such a good person.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Geno slowly opened his eyes, and came eye to eye with a small blue bird. He just laid there and stared at the bird for a good 40 seconds, until the bird itself seemed to realize his eyes looked tasty, and had a try at pecking them out. Geno quickly straightened his back and moved away from the bird though, and shoo'd it out through the window, that had seemed to have slid open, and closed it.


"Aw man, how long did I sleep?" He looked at his watch. Apparently a good hour or so. "I'm pretty sure that that's more than 15 minutes, and I did relax completely, so I hope it counts." He loudly said to himself with a defeated tone. Apparently meditation wasn't his thing, but maybe the teacher herself could help him with that. He stretched and went for a quick shower, and then cringed at the sight of the many(M-A-N-Y) tuxedos/suits he had with him. He actually had fewer casual clothes than formal wear with him, which he entirely blamed on his butler. Either way, he slid himself into a tank top and a pair of shorts. It was still warm outside, so he WAS going to enjoy it, whether he wanted to or no. He always looked quite slender, but he had had a personal trainer which tried his best to discipline him, and it worked to some extent at least, he did have distinctive musclery, so he wasn't afraid to show himself off. He probably wouldn't be anyway, but you know, this is still better.


He looked back at his watch again. Still plenty of time before anything cool happens, so he still had to kill some time. He looked through some of the papers regarding the school, and something caught his eye. The music hall. He think he'd gotten signed up for the music club, so he might as well check the place out. Hopefully no one was there yet, but that was just wishfull thinking wasn't it? Wonder if Nichole or Shinji is a part of the club? That'd be pretty cool.


He made his way through the school and found the music hall rather quickly. He peeked inside and found that some girl had already gotten there, and was strumming on a guitar in a trained fashion. He sighed quietly, but at least she didn't seem like an amateur. He didn't comment on her, and went to pick up a guitar of his own. He improvised a short riff, and frowned at the outcome. It wasn't necessarily bad, he just wasn't happy with the outcome. He could play many instruments, but he felt like the obvious choice was good enough, so he abandoned the guitar and went to grab a violin instead. He took off his aviators and hung them from the neck of the tank top. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then started playing Bad Apple (You know I've got to...)


@iLoriel2

 

[Aryel]

Sora stopped at the sound of another guitar being played and looked around the room, to find a boy frowning at the guitar and picking up a violin, abandoning the guitar in the process.


The sound of the violin was soothing, and somewhat calmed her nerves. He was playing Bad Apple, from what she could hear, and decided to strum along with him, turning her gaze back onto the guitar and out to the campus.

 

[Magikarp]

Blake gazed at Lyra lamely as she threw the pen at both Mars and him. He didn’t even flinch; instead he rolled his eyes and gave her a half assed look of annoyance. He didn’t even respond when Mars called him an idiot indirectly, as it was not worth a witty remark and his anger pretty much dissipated with their little quarrel earlier. Looking over at Veronica she was of course intently listening to Lyra, hanging on to every word. The icing on top of her little act was her briefcase that had multiple shelves. When she handed Blake the notebooks he noticed she was a little...off. Her skin was a little clammy and she seemed nervous. So instead of retorting to her little comment like he normally would have he shrugged and raised his eyebrow, letting a cleverly hidden sentence slip past his lips, one that hid worry. Sure Veronica in his eye was a little stuck up and bossy, but she didn't take shit from anyone and was a strong individual, for her to be acting like this must mean something drastic was happening.


"We're not the only ones being childish," Blake replied. "As another trait of being immature is hiding things from other people."


Watching Lyra express her concerns only increased his concerns, but he managed to keep his poker face in place.


“Go on, spill it Veronica.”

 

[Akihito]

[QUOTE="Rai-Chan]

~Professor Crysta Chime~

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Crysta let out a light sigh, and said, "Auras can't be friendly. They are either good or bad. Your aura is good...definitely good. It's just...not very fond of me trying to pry into your private business."


She laughed sheepishly and found the strength to stand up. She had to reach her hands out in front of her to feel her way across the room since her head with still aching too much to even think about creating the image of the room. She managed to get over to the tea stove. It always seemed like she had hot water on the stove.


Too bad she missed the cup completely.


She paused, and slowly set down the kettle.


"I didn't really want any tea anyway." she smiled, turning back to him. "And Aleks, your aura is very strong. I knew that from the moment I saw you..."


She managed to walk back over to Aleksander, only stubbing her toe once on the way. She smiled, and wanted to wrap him up in a hug...but she didn't dare touch him.


"You have a great power...and if your aura could do that to me Spiritually, imagine what YOU can do physically."

[/QUOTE]
Aleksander looked at Crysta solemnly.


"I only wish to defend people, I won't be using my strength for my own needs." He replied, smiling. He frowned slightly when he saw how weak Crysta was.


"Maybe you should go to the nurse? You're looking very weak and pale. It doesn't seem healthy at all Professor."

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

Johnathon retrieved a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, brought it to his lips, and exhaled heavily, emitting a fairly large puff of smoke into the air. Little did he know, that puff of smoke blew right into the face of the professor of Combat 101, Xavier Caige, who had just appeared with a painful limp to his step. His unintentional rudeness wasn't the best first impression, neither was his bored mug, but when he noticed the professor and spoke, he wasn't too unappealing. His Polish accent made certain of that. "Oh, this place is just very big for me," he said casually, an eyebrow raised at the man's sudden appearance over his shoulder. He stuck the cigarette between his teeth and held the map out before him like the morning paper. "Music room caught my eye," he continued with a slight puff of smoke.


Now, the man looked familiar, but his feature's weren't stunning enough for John to remember him. Hell, he thought, I've seen hundreds of people today. He could be any one of them. This guy in particular wasn't out of the ordinary. Actually, he impressed Johnathon as one of the few people to seem 'normal' upon first interaction. Always the observant one, though, John took note of the man's staggered walk. An injury? Perhaps he should see-- . . . no, he should NOT see the nurse. Well, regardless, it wasn't out of his way to help the guy. He'd just receive the man's offer of help first before returning the favor. "Do you know the best way to the room with the least amount of wear on my shoes?"

 

[Cierra111]

She blinked her eyes, startled at how the nervous blonde reacted towards her. Well.. if she doesn't want to check on whoever screamed, I might as well. Grasping the cool knob, she twisted it slowly, peeking into the room. She felt as if she was interrupting the talk of auras was it? That's what it sounded like through the murmurs.


Getting a better look, she noted the guy who was closest to her line of sight. He was rather tall and he had short brown hair, but she could not yet see his face. She was quite sure that the scream was a female..


Then she noticed the teacher, "is everyone alright in here?" She said worried. Getting a closer look at the teacher before her.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Crysta Chime~

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Crysta cringed again as Aleksander mentioned the nurse. It wasn't a pain-filled wince, but the kind of flinch you have when you smell something disgusting. Crysta said, almost too quickly, "NO!"


There was a short pause, and the teacher gave a nervous laugh before regaining her composure, "I-I mean...no thank you. I'll be fine, it happens to me every once and a while. A nice cup of tea and some rest will do just--"


"Is everyone alright in here?"


Crysta perked up at the sound of a female voice. Immediately, she began sifting through the girl's aura.


Emily...Dellenport...healer...young...


Crysta smiled, happy that she was beginning to feel more like herself. She walked towards the door, stopping only one inch before the crashed into a wall. Thank goodness her senses were returning. She turned towards the girl and said, "I assure you, everything is alright...I am Crysta, the Meditation and Focus teacher. Welcome to Hawthorne."

~Professor Xavier Caige~

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Xavier didn't even flinch at the puff of smoke that was blown into his face. His eyes teared up slightly as the stench violently invaded his nostrils...but he wasn't going to make a big scene out of it. Wiping his nose again, he raised an eyebrow at the boy as he spoke.


"Do you know the best way to the room with the least amount of wear on my shoes?"


Xavier couldn't help but snort at that, and he said before he could stop himself, "Ohh...you totally don't want to, like, ruin your shoes!"


His mock teenage girl voice was something people often laughed at, but he had a feeling that this boy would find it very amusing. Clearing his throat, the teacher adjusted his collar and muttered, "Sorry. I couldn't help it. Music room, eh?"


Xavier exhaled heavily as he looked around, mumbling to himself, "What's the best way to get to the music room..."


After thinking for a moment, Xavier pointed towards a building and said, "It's in that building. Turn left, continue down the hallway, and it's the fourth door on the right."


He grinned, proud that he actually remembered where it was, since Xavier had never really spent any time in the music room.


Wait...was it it turn left? Or right?


"Wait, that might not be right..." the teacher said, holding up a hand. He snapped, and said, pointing to a completely different building and saying, "It's in THAT building! Turn right as soon as you walk in and it's the last door on the...left. No...right."


Xavier scratched his head, and then asked, "Where'd you wanna go again?"

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

Johnathon immediately snorted at Xavier's whiny girl voice. Actually, due to the comment, he afforded a quick glance at his shoes. They weren't in the best condition, but regardless, still looked fairly nice. For his previous statement, the phrasing had simply come the way it did to him; he hadn't really been taking the condition of his shoes into consideration, but Xavier did bring light to the fact.


Following the man's actions with only his eyes, John exhaled a small puff of smoke when the man's finger landed on a building not so far away. Content with the simple directions that followed, he began to nod his thanks and move on, but the teacher stopped him, hand raised. "Oh?" John questioned, abruptly coughing and clearing his throat as Xavier changed his mind completely the other way. He let out a small 'pff', lowering his eyebrows into a confused expression. "THAT building?" he repeated, his finger falling in line with the teacher's. "I just came from there, it seriously can't b--" He was cut short as directions changed again, screwing his face up into even more confusion.


It took a moment, but then Johnathon chuckled. With a brief glance at the teacher, holding his cigarette a small distance from his mouth, he looked back down to the school map and repeated his directions: "The music room." Smiling playfully, he then looked over the man's profile, continuing. "You know, instruments and the like? The cause of loud noise in clubs." For added effect, he stamped his feet on the ground. "And I want to make it there without wearing down my shoes."

 

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Xavier Caige~

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Xavier scratched his neck as he confused himself further, looking between the many buildings. She could practically see the question mark form over his head as he looked.


"Erm..." he mumbled, looking around again as he was reassured that the boy was going to the music room. "Yeah, I knew that...heh...um..."


Sucking in his cheeks, the Professor was in a position he wasn't quite sure how to get out of.


Damn...this is what I get for trying to be helpful...


Finally, Xavier made up his mind.


"How about I just look for it with you?" he suggested. "It'll probably come back to me as soon as I--well, not that I don't know where it is. I know exactly how to find it...but you looked like the type of person who'd get yourself lost."


Sighing and tossing his head, the Combat teacher said in a quite patronizing tone, "Not everyone had my excellent sense of direction."


Xavier could imagine Crysta saying, "But don't you remember that time you got Kinya, me, and yourself lost in the woods?"


Cringing at the though, Xavier huffed.


((Short post! Sorry!))

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Is three enough? No, I don't think so...


Maria's whip cracked once again on a third archery target, then moved it to a corner of the room with other damaged targets - Not all her own, but three of them were. How about one more? Then I'll go back to my room. Four targets should be enough training, right?





Maria glanced over at her locker for a moment and sighed. I still have my sword to work with too, don't I? And then I have to... She shuddered at the thought of practicing the ability she was given on her evaluation. Maybe she should just transfer to Combat 101 instead of trying to learn Healing & Protection. She had decent skill with weapons, anyways, so wouldn't she be more help if she could use them?


But what about your partner? You haven't even met them, whoever they are, Maria lashed out her whip at a fresh target, almost piercing the bullseye with the tip of her whip. I'll just finish this target off, and... She lashed her whip across the target, slicing it in half horizontally. The top half of the target slid off of the bottom half, making a loud THUMP upon landing. Maria cringed and looked nervously at what she had done.


"That... Might be a bit hard to fix."

 

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Giovia Eriwind~

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As Giovia finally finished cleaning up the explosion of blue goo off of the floor and counters, she stepped out of her office. Quickly locking the door behind her and turning to face her classroom, she almost regret leaving.


Across the room from where she was standing, she could see a student drawing on her white-board...and this wasn't a very pretty picture.


PROFESSOR ERIWIND SUCKS EGGS


Giovia's eye twitched as she silently watched the student scrawl the words in big, bold letters. When the student finally noticed Giovia, she let out a small yelp.


"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-whaaa-?!" the student stuttered, backing up against the board as Giovia stepped menacingly towards the girl. "I...I...um...no! It was a dare! I don't mean it!"


"You...know what the penalty is for such a thing..." Giovia growled, her eyes glinting evilly as she backed the girl further and further against the board. "...Vasilisaaaa..."


The girl gasped and squeaked, "NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU!"


It was already too late. Giovia had dialed the Russian's number and said, "Vasilisa, we've got a code magenta. Please come to my classroom as soon as you can...over and out."


The girl was practically in tears now.


"Maybe next time you'll think twice before doing something so STUPID."

 

[Akihito]

Aleksander tilted his head in puzzlement. Crysta seemed to desperate to not go to the nurse's office. That was stranger, usually the nurse was a nice person.


Oh I see! She must be afraid of doctors. Aleks thought, remembering when he didn't want to go to the doctors. He nodded and sat back when the door opened and a girl walked in. Crysta greeted the girl so Aleks did as well.


"Hello!"

 

[Sunasa]

~:.:.:Veronica Elizabeth McCarter:.:.:~

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" Spill it Veronica".


Each member of the council turned their heads towards her and she was wondering if she really should tell them. They were worried, and Veronica knew Lyra would be worried too. There wasn't much she could do though. Headmistress said no one could no. Therefore, Veronica kept repeating it into her head and said, "I'm fine. I j-just am a bit cold. M-maybe I'm just a bit nervous with the whole year starting and everything". Veronica looked down at her Laptop and opened her notepad holding all of the ideas she had.





"The first order of business, the new student tea party happening soon. We need to start telling the students so on free day, they will be allowed to enter town and buy dresses/suits, etc. Also the parents will be needing to send their child money for their clothing. Mars will check the book for the tea funding and Blake should be able to help with marking down the guest lists and others. Lyra will be speaking and hopefully, we will be able to have the talent part of the party. Classical of course. What do you think?" Veronica knew Lyra was the president and presented matters but Lyra loved parties. Especially fancy, lolita, dress parties. She was smiling just thinking about it.


It made her forget.

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[Akihito]

"Vasilisa, we've got a code magenta. Please come to my classroom as soon as you can...over and out."


The radio crackled with Giovia's voice where it sat on a window sill. The window was part of a small, dark, menacing room. There was a desk, a wardrobe and a bed. Everywhere you could see there were vodka bottles. They were on the bed, all over the floor! If you opened the wardrobe, instead of clothes, you would probably buried beneath vodka bottles. There were some even on the fan from the ceiling!


Next to the bed was a huge pile of vodka bottles. When the radio crackled the pile moved and out from under it popped a head. This head belonged to Vasilisa Dmitrov. Her eyes were red and she was the definition of hungover. Static crackled over the radio transmission. Vasilisa slowly turned her head toward the radio on the window sill. She stared at it for a good minute before, with loud clinks of bottles, stood up from where she had been laying down as the bottles all rolled away. A small smile was on her face.


Code magenta. How unlucky for the student. She thought as she went through another pile of vodka bottles. Vasilisa searched around until with a triumphant exclamation, she found her binoculars. She went to the window and used her binoculars to find the victim.


"Bingo." She said softly, smiling. The student was already cowering in front of Giovia. How lovely. Vasilisa picked up her radio and clicked the receiver. "This is Mother Russia (She loved calling herself that), target is in sight. I'll be arriving on the scene momentarily."


Vasilisa tossed the radio away and 'waded' through the sea of vodka bottles for her door, cracking her knuckles as she went. Before she left, she scanned the room before spying a unopened bottled which she promptly took with her and left her room. She closed her door, not bothering to lock it. Students knew what happened if they went in there. Punishment. Terrible terrible punishment. If they didn't drown in vodka bottles first. Her room was located in the middle of the school. Vasilisa could look into every classroom and keep watch over the students. Her room was a few stories high so she went down the flight of stairs. Students quickly bolted away to make room for her. She liked that. As Vasilisa neared the classroom she took frequent swigs of her vodka and she could already hear the pleas of the unfortunate student. Her shoes clacked on the floor and the classroom went silent. Vasilisa reached the door and slowly opened it, her crazy smile already on her face. The student was backed into a corner with the look of pure terror. Vasilisa's eyes turned toward the writing.


PROFESSOR ERIWIND SUCKS EGGS


"Oh my my my. You were naughty weren't you." Vasilisa said, smiling. The girl cowered as Vasilisa walked toward her. She just stared at the girl while the girl cringed before her.


"Boo." She said and the girl fainted at once. Vasilisa stretched. "Okay, jobs done. I'll take this one to the nurse." She grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away. Stopping at the writing, she took the marker the student was using and added two words to it.


PROFESSOR ERIWIND SUCKS EGGS A LOT


Vasilisa gave Giovia her crazy smile and headed out, dragging the unconscious student behind her.

 

[cojemo]

Mars slid over the list of the costs for the student party without saying a word. He wasn't convinced by what Veronica had given them for an excuse. After all, whenever asked about something that bothered him, he himself would sometimes say 'I'm fine, just not feeling well' in order to protect his pride. However, Veronica definitely wasn't the type to hide something because of pride, so what could be the reason? Whatever it was, he would have to find out later. He was curious, but there was no use pestering her now.


Tea party. Mars was never a fan of tea. Or parties for that matter. He always preferred good old fashioned competition, going head to head against others to prove your strength. Of course, not every one had his same sentiments, and he knew that there would be quite a few people that would love a tea party. However, same could be said against the party. It was almost impossible to please everybody. For the time being, Mars had no qualms with a tea party. Maybe he could suggest some sort of competition fair at a later date? Nonetheless, he just nodded. Lyra had the final call, after all, and no reason speaking up if he agreed.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Giovia Eriwind~


Giovia huffed, and was about to shout a very classy (not) insult towards Vasilisa...but the teacher would like to keep it limbs intact. She stormed after the Student Councilor and said, "You were asleep, weren't you...? No, even worse. You're completely hungover! And on the first day...I'll bet you forgot that YOU are supposed to be supervising the Student Council meeting..."


Shaking her head, the Professor crossed her arms.


"You'd better hurry up, too." she said waving her hands at the woman. "Go on! Don't dawdle, either!"


Her eyes drifted down to the girl, and Giovia sighed.


"Leave her here with me, I'll take care of her...I just needed you to scare her." the professor said, taking the unconscious girl from Vasilisa and dragging her back into the classroom.


Closing the door to the classroom, Giovia grunted as she heaved the girl into her office. It was a REAL chore getting her onto the couch. By the time the troublemaker as situated, Giovia was exhausted. Fanning herself with her hands for a moment, Giovia grabbed a cloth from her linen closet and dampened it with icy water to place on the girl's forehead.


Vasilisa had always been a thorn in Giovia's side, even when the girl had started attending Hawthorne.





~Lyra~


Lyra's eyes lit up at Veronica's words, and she literally completely forgot about how worried she had been about her best friend just moments before. She could almost see it! First, she'd find Calista and Leona...finding cute dresses for them would be easy. Of course they'd be matching! Then, she'd hunt down Aleksander and dress him up in a suit...maybe a top hat? Oh! It would be too wonderful!


As for herself? Lyra blinked and looked down at her lap. Maybe just a plain sort of dress...frilly things didn't exactly suit her as well as Veronica or some of the other girls. Lyra didn't really care though, that's why she dressed others up!


She snapped out of her fantasy as Mars slid over the list she had just requested. Quickly giving it a glance, she filed it with the rest of her papers. She'd go over it a bit more carefully later that night.


Looking at Veronica again, Lyra grinned, "You are just...amazing! How is it you have this ideas before me? Though we have to think of a way the boys will want to attend...maybe some sort of--"


Lyra's eyes lit up, and then she smiled. It wasn't her normal, pleasant smile. This was her I-just-had-an-idea smile.


"Veronica, we should have an auction!" she grinned, standing up excitedly. "We'll get girls to volunteer to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, and they'll have to be the winner's DOLL for a whole day! Money we earn will go directly into the student council's fund!"


Of course, this was a terrible idea...but Lyra would never shut up about it.

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[Emperor Shadow IV]

Johnathon's smirk quickly turned to a frown once more, as the man beside him remained bewildered. If he was a new student as well, why would he even bother to offer help? Either that, Johnathon though, or this guy is just a dimwit who can't even remember the campus well enough to navigate it properly. For the sake of sakes . . .


"How about I just look for it with you?"


John certainly cocked an eyebrow at this. What help, at this point, could the guy possibly give him. "No, that's alright," he started to reply in a lower tone before the man continued on, unaware that he was trying to speak.


"It'll probably come back to me as soon as I--well, not that I don't know where it is. I know exactly how to find it...but you looked like the type of person who'd get yourself lost."


"Exactly?" Johnathon questioned, a quizzical smirk displayed on his face with a smoldering cigarette tucked between his lips. Tapping a finger to his head, shortly making a circular motion around his ear, the boy quipped, "Do I take your words as contradictory? I am happy to continue with my 'informative' map, and you can be on your merry way, for I am not the kind of man who can easily differentiate between rights that are lefts, lefts that aren't lefts, rights that could be lefts, and so on, so forth." He took a step forward, in the direction that he thought the room would be in, but halted at the teacher's tone as he said, 'Not everyone had my excellent sense of direction.'


Johnathon felt a small sting of annoyance at this. But then again, his directional sense, as of yet, wasn't any better than this guy's. So in the truth of the matter, John would be no better off on his own that if Xavier came with him. The heat was blistering though (to everyone except a Thermal Manipulator), so maybe this man just wanted inside? Air conditioning, the pride of human science, awaited them both. He sighed. "At any rate," he proclaimed, "it makes no difference to me. Dobre daleko słychać, a złe jeszcze dalej." Walking ahead now, he called back amidst a puff of smoke, "Lead the way!"

 

[Akihito]

Vasilisa looked insulted.


"I was not asleep my friend, I was drunk. Drunk from vodka. There is a difference and I would like you remember that. Vodka is life. Sleeping is for the weak." She called after her. Unfortunately, as much as Vasilisa hated to admit it, Giovia was right. She was supposed to be at the Student Council Meeting. Oh well, she'll just be a tad bit late. That vodka was so worth it.


Vasilisa headed out, taking swigs of vodka when she reached the meeting. She swung open the door and stared at everyone.


"What did I miss."

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Not sure what to do with the target she split in half, Maria pushed the broken target to the corner where the rest were. She left, wandering the halls, her whip coiled in her right hand. There had to be someone willing to spar with her, right? Or was there? Maybe there wasn't. Either way, she was going to keep looking, whether she found someone or not. Maria walked along, noticing two men that appeared to have been arguing about something. They seemed to come to a conclusion of some sort and they started walking off somewhere. She recognized one of the men as Combat 101's professor, though she wasn't quite sure she recognized the other man - Or did she? Maria recalled meeting a similar looking man earlier...


He helped me up, didn't he? She couldn't quite be sure. She ran over to them, and upon catching up to them, jumped as high as she could and tapped them both on the shoulders, delicately enough not to irritate them but hopefully enough to make them notice her. "Excuse me, but might either of you be interested in sparring with me? If you're busy or you would rather not, I understand."

 

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Xavier Caige~

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Xavier's eyebrow raised as the boy said something in a language that definitely not English. Giving a frustrated sigh, the Professor said, "I'm sorry, I don't speak French."


Xavier was dead serious. He was about as clueless about languages as he was everything else - he divided languages into two groups; English and everything else. Crossing his arms, he began wandering in a random direction. Of course, he was pretending he knew what he was doing and just prayed that he'd by some miracle stumble upon the music room.


Suddenly, Xavier felt a light tap on his shoulder and a very high voice.


"Excuse me, but might either of you be interested in sparring with me? If you're busy or you would rather not, I understand."


Turning around, he saw a girl...she looked way to young to be attending the school, let alone asking The Professor of Basic Combat 101 if he wanted to spar. He blinked at the small girl, and raised an eyebrow. He couldn't even imagine this girl being able to LIFT a weapon, let alone use one...he scratched the back of his head and glanced back at Johnathon.


"Erm..." he murmured. "Sweetheart, I hate to be blunt, but I'd probably break you in half in a matter of seconds..."


Glancing at Johnathon, he snorted again.


"And this guy here..." he began, sticking his thumb out towards the guy. "...needs to get to the...um..."


Xavier had forgotten where they were going again. He paused for a moment, and then finally said, "ART--no, MUSIC room!"


Looking back at the girl, he once again sucked in his cheeks. Ugh, why did he have to be such a good person?


"Um...if you want to tag along with us you can, and I'll spar with you after we drop of the Chimney here." Xavier offered, giving a slight smile at the girl.

~Lyra~

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Lyra stood up as Vasilisa stumbled into the room, Vodka bottle in hand (as usual). Blinking at the woman, Lyra shook her head, burying her face in the palms of her hands for a moment. When she looked back up, she said with the best smile she could muster up, "Ms Dmitrov! Glad you could make it..."


"What did I miss?"


Lyra let out a nervous laugh and answered, "Oh, we were just discussing the Student Council's funds and throwing around some ideas for future social events and such...heh...I-I see you've been drinking...again...t-t-that's very nice! As you say, Vodka is...l-life!"


It was the strangest thing. Lyra would start to short circuit whenever the Student Councillor was around...maybe it was because of her constantly drunkenness. Lyra often wondered why Kinya didn't fire her...or at least make sure she couldn't get her hands on any alcohol during the school day. In general, the woman just terrified Lyra.


Though deep down, the President thought Vasilisa was really...undeniably...AWESOME!

 

[Sunasa]

~:.:.:Veronica Elizabeth McCarter:.:.:~

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Auction...


Auction...


Auction.... for men.... to buy.... women. "OBJECTIFYING WOMEN."


As soon as Veronica said it out loud, something clicked. A flint, her heart being something strange. Something happened. It was as if her emotions hit her heart. The emotions were like the steel to the heart's flint. AND THEY HIT. Not just hit, STRUCK. Something inside Veronica made her feel strange as if she looked to a flower and it didn't die. She felt. Warm.


what...the...hell..





That didn't feel right. It certainly wasn't a familiar feeling. She felt as if... She wanted this auction to happen? Why would the most infamous feminist in the whole school want to be objectified? It was like a feeling of being some one elses for one day. To be with some one...NO. What was she thinking? She had to stand up and fight for women! but...but.... Oh I give up.


She sat down after she had gotten up to shout her feminist propaganda. Then Vasilisa walked in. "Uhm...yes... and auction. That sounds nice." Veronica discovered her cheeks turning red. Must have been some kind of vampiric blood in cheek thing. Or maybe. No. Veronica tried to hide her embarrassment. For a moment, it actually seemed as if the curse went away from her arm. But only a small amount. Strange.

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[Haruhi Suzumiya]

"Sweetheart, I hate to be blunt, but I'd probably break you in half in a matter of seconds... Um... if you want to tag along with us you can, and I'll spar with you after we drop off the Chimney here."


Maria tried not to think much about the 'break you in half in a matter of seconds' comment. She smiled back and laughed a little bit at the 'chimney' remark. She couldn't quite remember the professor's name, but he was probably her favourite professor now. "Right, then, I'll tag along. Where are you off to? One of the meeting places for the clubs, I assume? I might know where you're looking to go, if you need to know." Rather than waiting for an answer, she started pointing out the club meeting spots. "I think the Student Council meets over there, the music room's over there, and the arts club meets... There." As she stated where the clubs met, she pointed out the rooms the clubs, stepping forward one step in the direction she was pointing. "There's supposed to be a sports and sparring club or something, too, but I'm not exactly sure where that meets."

 

[cojemo]

Mars pondered the idea. An auction for women. Well, that definitely fixes the problem of the tea party not being for everyone, but only slightly. Still, it was a brilliant idea. It wouldn't cost very much at all, maybe even nothing if they were cheap, and it had the potential to pull in lots of money. He was quite impressed with Lyra for coming up with an idea like this. There was also a part of him though that liked the idea for completely other reasons, the most prominent being competition. An auction is just like any other contest, trying to outplay and fake out your opponent until you win! I'm going to win every single bid! Mars shook his head furiously, trying to shake that idea out of his head. He didn't feel like spending all of his money on an entourage of girls, and he sure hoped his pride wouldn't bite him if this auction became official.


As Vasilisa walked in, Mars payed her no mind. He didn't really have any opinion of her, except that a drunk crazy person was a lot harder to read than other people. He treated the staff just like any other person he met. "That's a great idea, Lyra. An auction would definitely be an efficient way to garner more funds for the student council! If needed, Blake and myself could be in the crowd and bid in order to raise the amount spent. We would raise the stakes, forcing the other bidders to outbid us. Of course, we would need to find willing participants to be on sale, which shouldn't be too hard. We have two already, so maybe two, three more?" He looked at both Lyra and Veronica as he said this, straight faced. He was pretty sure they would participate. Well, Veronica he wasn't certain of, but she didn't go on a rant when the idea of the auction was brought up in the first place, so maybe she would be fine with it.

 

[Akihito]

Vasilisa stared at the council. Then she looked at her vodka bottle. Half-empty.


"Carry on. I'll be...over here. In this corner. Vodka is life." She said and promptly went to her corner where she just stared or rather glared at everyone as she drank her vodka. She looked like a crazed dog defending it's food.