Fantasy &nbsp; Highland Academy for Powered Individuals [Open]

"Ah i see. so you're pretty influential then. I already forwarded my portfolio to both the council and the diciplinary commitee, so i should expect to hear from them before school starts. I don't mind not getting invited, and i'm sure they'll want to see how i do here before saying anything. But thanks for the info, i appreciate it. Well, i'll be off now, i'll text you later. Have a nice day Sharika." Claude politely bid farewell, turning on his heel and walking back into the main growd of stands. Sharika had given him some excellent info, most importnat of which was who had the power. While he wasn't striving to be at the top again, it would be nice to not be a member of the normal crowd of simpletons. He had nothing against those who don't strive for power, but it just felt weird not being at least above the common empowered. He wasn't King anymore, but he damn well wasn't going to be at the bottom.

On another note, he could still take one more club before he would have to limit himself. He was already in basketball, Journalism, Turf war, he needed something that'd benefit him, but what he would also enjoy. picking up yet another sweet tea, he strolled around leisurely, looking at what was available. The fashion club intersted him, but with how well he already dressed, he felt they would hold him back. He was allowed to be confident if it was a fact too, right? The Dance club was cool, he always wanted to learn how to dance better. The cheer club......while he was in fact interested, he decided not to approach the table in a momment of embarrasment. "Oh! i should head back to the Turf War club to turn in my paper. While i'm not sure how i feel about joining this pale imitation of Royal work anymore, i shouldn't have any problems getting in anyway, especially with my past expirience as King and the credentials outside of such. Hopefully whoever else joins this group is cool, at least bearable." Claude said to himself as he looked over his form. Impecable as always. If his power were more conistant he'd be a perfect canidate, not that he wasn't already amazing. But can't hype yourself up too much now, or you'll find yourself dropped before you realize it. Claude should take care to remember.

"Hello again, it's me, Claude. Sorry i took so long to fill your form out, I took a look at few other clubs and lost track of time. Here you are, I hope i filled everything out right, I didn't have to fill out a form in middle school, they sort of just told you to do it." Claude greeted with a small smile, holdng out his form for whoever handled the incoming admissions, who he assumed was this readheaded girl he never caught the name of. He still had a few questions, but that could wait until after they actually responded to his greeting. It wasn't good to overwhelm someone after all. He almost didn't notice the rather small girl she was talking to. "Oh, pardon me. I hope i didn't cut either of you off, did I? i guess you could say i'm kind of excited to be doing this again. Are you joining as well?"

Ennuis · Jun 2, 2019

Jake couldn't avoid the man's large arms and was pulled towards him with no chance to escape. Oscar's grasp was surprisingly comforting, which was a little worrying itself. "Wait, you were just rough-housing? With a moose?" But before Jake could get an answer, Oscar's powerful hand came crashing down on his shoulder. Oscar had said something, but Jake couldn't catch it over the shock, and mild pain, of the smack.

"Hey, be careful with that! I don't- Wait, the teachers have fun here? Like, underwear grabbing fun? Ah wait, should we be talking about this here? There's students around." That story was interesting though, now he only wondered if there were any other young teachers or if he was doomed to dealing with drunk old women making passes at him for the rest of the year. He wasn't sure if he could deal with that as they tended to be pretty shameless. "Maybe you could fill me in later?"

"Oh uh, nice to meet you Oscar. I'm Jake Elliott." Oscar's warning wasn't needed, Jake already planned on staying far away from the news. "No worries there, I really don't need my face on TV. Not my style." He wasn't sure what Oscar had seen, but the shiver and the way he said 'alien' suggested he wasn't comfortable with something out there in the crowd. It wasn't that surprising, after all Jake had seen a few students that made his skin crawl and secretly hoped his classes wouldn't have any weird ones in them.

"Nah man, you're good. But uh, I do have a question for you. Where are your pants? Did the moose eat them?"

Aloha Loha · Jun 2, 2019

Oscar Hallward - Scene 2, Highland Club Festival

"Ha ha ha aaah. Oof sorreh for that." He reached behind his head and began rubbing his hand against his hair. Plastered against his face was a rather large smile of embarrassment, alongside further scratching the back of his neck. Oscar slowly rolled his neck around as he brought his arm back down to his side as he looked at Jake. "Sometimes I forget aboot how much others of a friendly prod folks can take. Well you got my apologizes for that Jake. Sometimes I underestimate the weight of the 'Canadian Handshake'. Honest I didn't mean to get your body to ache."

With that concluded, he pirouetted on cue to glance between Drummond who was idly marching in the pen then back to Jake, as he listened to the response. Releasing a quick burst of breath out he cocked his eyebrow at Jake. "Pretty much eh. 'Twas over a friendly disagreement you see. He wished to leave the pen and well, I couldn't well and let him do that so we had a little man to man talk through utilizing our bodies against each other." Oscar proceeded to roll both of his shoulders around for a few moments, before deciding on stretching his arms upwards. "As for the tale with Mister Himura..." Oscar flashed a wink towards Jake.

"...Aye I getcha, one of those types. I'll fill you in later, maybe over a pint sometime later tonight eh? Or maybe you can catch me during a work-out session. Don't worry, I wasn't going to share any real lurid details here, just figured you oughta know. Men ought be open with men you know. But oh yes there's always fun if you know where to look. As for students well, those sort of examples usually shared teaching other aspects - not my department."

Of course now was the important question that needed answering. And Oscar keeled over himself in laughter at the response before turning his head back to Jake, "Nah, Drummond didn't go for 'em. He just went for the shirt really. These are just some of my work out shorts, didn't go for pants. After all this isn't pants weather whatsoever and I appreciate the extra flexibility these provide for me in my athletic pursuits. Which let me tell you, they helped a good amount dealing with Drummond. Feel free to ask me any other questions you may need. And as for students..." Oscar pointed towards the back of a long-haired student's head, who seemingly was in some matter of pickle. Surely they needed help with something, and that Oscar was willing to do.

Approaching from behind Raygen, Oscar let out a quick whistle for attention. "Hello! Young man? Do you need any assistance with something? Directions? Or are you just enjoying the motley creatures present in the pens here? Don't feel afraid to ask, it is a tenant of manliness to know when you require help. And I, Oscar Hallward, am at your beck and call to help you with what you may need."

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SoftSmile · Jun 3, 2019

Wēnhé Róuruǎn

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Location: Festival - Turf War Booth

Wen nodded. "I suppose I will like this club. It does sound something up my alley. I never really needed any influence to beat the shit out of people anyway." She laughed a bit, shifting on her platforms slightly. She tilted her head, her expression turning to one of disgust at the mention of her roommate. "Probably, she seems like a huge pushover with her big words. Albinos." She made a 'pfft' sounds with her lips mashed crudely together. Fucking albinos. They couldn't even stay in the sun for long, stupid stupid albinos. "I'll try, I guess-Since she's probably gonna make fun of me for all the ceiling tiles and doors smashing into my face, since I dented the wall pretty good." She made an 'ok' sign with her hand, grinning maliciously.

She was about to say something else when a boy older than her cut her off, talking about some sign up sheet or whatever. She looked at him with sharp glare. An expression that practically said the word bitch. At least he apologized, she assumed. She needed to take an anger management class or something, because she wanted to absolutely remove some of his pretty teeth. "It's fine." She mustered out.

"I'm joining, I'm guessing you're not a freshman if you've done this before? I'm Wen, by the way--Super strength all that good pent up anger stuff. You?" She held out a hand to the upperclassmen.

Verite · Jun 3, 2019

Haruo Higuchi - Chorus and Drama Club
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For all his seemingly nonchalant demeanor, Haruo couldn't help but go quiet for a moment as Min rested her hand on his arm, and more than that, call him "perfect." It was a strange feeling; one that he wasn't quite used to. Then again, he wasn't quite used to being complimented at all either. Did he just end up playing himself here?

Either way, it seemed the (probably one-sidedly) awkward silence was broken once they reached their destination. Gwyneth's appearance was definitely an eye-catching one, the motion of Haruo's eyes blinking making a sound like a camera snap-shot in his own head as though to remember her. Once she posed her questions, the boy cleared his throat, giving her a nod.

"Mm, well, I guess if I had to say, mostly anything pertaining to theater and drama. That's mostly what has my attention," Haruo answered briskly. Indeed, theater had always been one of his main interests, the play of assuming another identity, becoming someone else, like a masquerade or so. Living out a story with a pre-determined ending, the script guiding everyone like fate. Of course, that was probably an overly simple and romanticized way to put it, but whatever. Considering his aspiration to become a hero, Haruo would have been lying if he didn't have his moments where he fantasized of living vicariously through another face, and maybe here, he really could.

New year, new him, after all. It was comforting to be in a place where no one knew who he was, in a manner of speaking.

"But I'm good with my fingers too, I suppose is pertinent to know," he continued, raising his hand slightly and curling his fingers in an exaggerated manner, before remaining silent for a moment, letting that moment stay.

...

"As in, I play piano."

Brinni · Jun 3, 2019

Leon Bellamy

Location: Turf Wars Booth
Nearby: Wen, Claude, Ty, various others
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Leon crossed his arms in thought. "We should be there to inspire others, plus having the club as a method of protection instead of a show of force is definitely a better way of doing things" he said, approvingly. "And while I certainly believe in that being the raison d'être for Turf Wars, in fact it's why I did it in my last school, I doubt everyone joining the club subscribes to that philosophy"he added in an undertone, his eyes slid over to the small brunette who had just made a comment about never "needing influence to beat the shit out of people"

"As for joining, I'm definitely interested. It'd be something else to back into the swing of things, rankings or no." He paused as a thought struck him. "What if" he began embarrassed "we're not super familiar with our powers yet? Does that exclude us from participating?"

Izzy Reed

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As Izzy sat, she watched as people passed by and just thought. She had familiarized herself with the image of her roommate as well as most of the other freshman present. These bands are truly amazing. I wonder if I could hack them...maybe make them let out animal noises during class she giggled at the thought. Looking out across the area she saw a girl that matched the image of her supposed roommate. Standing up, she brushed herself off and made her way over.

"Hiya there Ray. Glad to meet you. I hope the message ball wasn't too weird. And that it didn't blow up on you. Sometimes that happens with my gizmos. I've had to regrow my eyebrows twice in the last three years. That was a great source for my classmates to tease me about." She frowned for a second before shaking her head. The smile was back. She raised her hand to shake. Her eyes slid to behind the girl as a man walked up behind her, offering her help with something but calling her a young man. "I don't mean to be rude sir, but Ray's a girl."

Mitch Conner · Jun 3, 2019

PARIA ACT I - BIG TIME IN THE JUNGLE
Elysium

Paria accepted the cup and listened intently as she quietly removed the lid and sipped her fountain drink (Pepsi Cappuccino, start your day off right with a smooth blend of coffee and cola! Now with 60% more caffeine!). She went down a mental checklist of the boy's delinquent traits, and came to an odd realization.

She did chase after her sisters a lot, especially when she wanted to show them the gold star the butler had given her.

And she did sometimes get in arguments over who should have the last piece of cake.

And she did hide from her arithmetic tutor a couple times because he had such a scary beard.

And to top it off, she had wine just last week... In a church!

But if that sort of thing made you a delinquent, then...

The concessions fell from Paria's hands and splattered across the pavement as Paria gaped, wide-eyed with shock. She stepped forward and tugged Alaric's collar with both hands, looking like she was about to cry.

"Alariiiiic!", She sobbed, "If you're a delinquent, then- then I think I might be a delinquent, too! Wh-whatever shall I do?", she gripped her head in both hands, fingertips pressing through her temples, "Oh, mother will be so disappointed, having a savage malcontent like me for a daughter!"

Little Shenanigans · Jun 3, 2019

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Raygen Lee

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Basic [|Location~ Festival Food Stands / Petting Zoo 」

Raygen looked around at the petting zoo, not realizing that she had unintentionally shunned not only her roommate, but another person as well. Finally she turned around and saw both of them standing there, looking at her like she had done something. "Ahh~..." She mumbled quietly, before pointing to her ears hoping that they might realize that she couldn't hear what they were saying to her. She tilted her head slightly at both of them, wondering what she could do in this situation, if only she hadn't lost her pen and paper.. Then she wouldn't have had to go through all of these exhausting series of events.

Raygen suddenly got a bright idea. She reached out and gently grabbed her roommates arm with her comm-band on it, before touching its screen, watching it light up. Raygen hoped that the pair would get the idea after that. She really couldn't tell them in any other way, other than speaking that is. But she really didn't want to embarrass herself anymore than she already had from this morning.

The Prophet · Jun 3, 2019

Claude Allcrest

Location: Festival
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Brinni

Claude stopped when the smaller girl loked up at him. While he wasn't fazed at all by her glare, he had to wonder about how she could direct so much discontent so quickly. While he could do the same, it took a hell of a lot more effort to make him angry at someone. he smiled a little as a sort of deterent, and started talking. "Thank goodness. Pleased to meet you Wen. My name's Claude Allcrest, and as my ability is kind of hard to explain right now, so i'll just say that i like to roll dice." CLaude greeted in kind, shaking her hand firmly. Her question came as a suprise, and it caught him off guard. "Ah no, when it comes to high school, this my first expirience as well. Do you know Vertigo Middle school? it's a pretty prestigious school up in New York, and I was King there for all my years there. I got a great deal of practice there as a result. Despite how i might look to you, i'm actually a 15 year old freshman. I just mooved here like three weeks ago."

Despite getting off slightly on the wrong foot, Wen seemed like another cool person, as this school seemed to be filled with. While he was sure that without him rolling high she could snap him in half without breaking a sweat, but outside of that she was confident and dressed well enough. all around another person he would enjoy being around. "You said super strength, right? Pretty common, but also really sought after in empowered teams. Glad you're joining as well, strength tends to round out my power inconsistencies in team battles. Here's to getting along at the very least, you seem nice enough that i wouldn't mind being friends. Are you a Freshman too? upper grades seem to be fond of speaking on how Freshman will be around each other a lot." Claude asked, smiling again. He assumed she was new to at least high school Turf Wars too, as she'd already be in if she used to be a royal, but she seemed like the concept was knew to new to her based solely off what he picked up from approaching. Speaking of Royalty, whoever questioned Wen's morals was also a Royal, but he wondered what rank and school he went to. He didn't seem like a king, but then again he wasn't acting like a normal King would anymore either. Regardless, he was intrigued.

Ennuis · Jun 4, 2019

Oscar apologized and seemed sincere, so it was hard for Jake to hold it against him. The offer of drinks made it even harder for him. "Yeah? Getting some drinks sounds great man, let's do that." While the wink was more than a little weird, free drinks are something you just don't turn down. Ever. "It's been a while since I've gone out drinking, I think the last time was at a..." Jake's voice trailed off as he remembered the time. He was doing his usual bit of finding parties to show up at and pretend he knew someone there and like always, it worked flawlessly. The only issue is it wasn't a college party, it was a high school party. He didn't realize it at first and even though he found out before he did anything wrong, it wasn't something he wanted anyone to know about, especially with his new job. "Yeah, it's been a while."

Oscar's outburst over the question about his was a little concerning and Jake couldn't help but take a step back. "Well, I guess that makes sense, but it's still a little weird don't you think? It's almost like you're just wearing underwear." But before that subject could be explored, Oscar was busy calling a girl a boy. Faaaaantastic. "Hey, you know I'm pretty sure that's not a-" Another girl chimed in with the same thought before Jake could finish it. "Yeah, that. Totally a girl, the hair is a dead giveaway."

Despite the first girl not saying anything, it sure seemed like she needed help. Maybe she just assumed Oscar was talking to someone else, or maybe that was just a sign of how much help she needed. Her behavior did happen to remind Jake of stuff his ex would tell him about her job, or at least as far as he could remember it, and he tried to remember what she said it was. "Hey Oscar, I think she's... Damn, what was it called? It's something tough to deal with, it's on the tip of my tongue." It wasn't, but he really didn't want to admit that he completely forgot the word. "Anyway, I know I'm not trained to deal with it and I'm not sure if I can get fired for saying the wrong thing or not, so what do we do Oscar? Like, what's the proper procedure for this?"

Aloha Loha · Jun 4, 2019

Scene 2, Oscar Hallward
“Nonsense, many young men grow out their hair.” Oscar remarked. “Samson, many ancient tribes of warriors, HBK and so on and so forth. A man takes care of his hair, especially when keeping it long.” While that fact was indeed true, there were however tidbits that didn’t quite up. And that was with the other girl Izzy. The cadence felt off. Of course that could be explained, but what of the posture? The slight tics, the face. Could it be?

But Ray, that was a name of many a manly men. Surely this wasn’t the case. These two youths were most assuredly young boys. They had to be. It would be a trouble if they were they spawnlings that would grow into those unearthly creatures known as women. For now Oscar needed to trust his own judgment, lest things go awry. And his gut said these were young men.

“Hold firm Oscar.” Muttered out a short soliloquy by Oscar as his face began to twitch as doubt began to take hold. He glanced back to Jake as he made his inquiries. “No need to worry about that.“ Oscar allowing himself to take a bit of a softer pitch as he squatted down and looked between Izzy and Raygen.

“Ah.” Oscar noted, witnessing the game of charades as well as the information from his peer to come to a conclusion. “Good lack of movement, displays mutism.” He held out his palm and placed his hand down.

“The young man Ray, as I see it, has two likely probabilities to explain their behavior. The first is the lightest option and that is simply a Vow of Silence; to which there is no active procedure, and they are allowed to openly practice their vow even if it was done for a Cult. The second is a stupor driven catatonia. That we need to obtain medical professionals for.”

With the obvious solutions noted, Oscar raised up from his squat and looked towards Izzy. “Young man, you seem familiar enough with Ray here. It is of grave importance for his sake, do you know of any religious affiliations, or blood oaths, he may have? Blood Oaths that usually have a vow of silence can include vengeance seeking, artifact guarding, pilgrimage protections and so forth. Organizations such as the True Eye, the Guild, and so forth also have options that have a strict vow of silence.”

“Do not worry, Mister Elliot and I will help your friend. But to do that we need to know what is wrong with them.”

Ennuis

SoftSmile · Jun 4, 2019

Wēnhé Róuruǎn

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Location: Festival - Turf War Booth

"Rolling dice? So like basically a luck master?" She giggled a bit, putting a hand on the back of her head and scratching slightly. "Well, knowing me--If you start hanging out with me you'll be rolling a lot of ones." She flipped her hair a bit, feeling a bit more confident with conversing with the fellow freshman. As he spoke of his recent years at 'Vertigo Middle School' she nodded contently. "Well, I don't know that school-- I actually just arrived in the area a few days ago. I haven't been anywhere in the area--Ever. Chinese." She added the last part quickly, with a bit of a sour expression.

He began talking about her power and how it is common, which made her eyes go sharp again. It seemed she was very easily angered, but gladly the boy recovered with the talk of it being sought after. "Well, yes--It is common I guess. I assure you though, if you think others like me can break your spine well--You haven't met me." She winked, having a bit trouble with her English, but she'd never admit that. She swung her hips, her aura practically oozing confidence as he talked. "I hope I can protect you then during the turf 'war' I'm sure I won't have any trouble."

"I hope Freshmen will be together a lot, after meeting you." She chucked, twisting her porcelain fingers through her hair. She looked at him with a dazed smile before continuing, "So, what other clubs did you join? You said you got caught up with them, yes? I've only joined the Fashion club so far, I was thinking of trying for football--But I would absolutely have a tantrum if my hair extensions were damaged." She ran her fingers through her long thin hair for emphasis, flipping it slightly afterwards.

The Suspicious Eye · Jun 4, 2019

Turf Wars Booth

SoftSmile
Ty gave a nervous laugh as Leon mentioned some students wanting just to punch kids. He understood that, there are quite a few who join just for it, but over time they do start to mellow out. Before he and Zoe ran the club it was a lot more militaristic, similar to the discipline committee in many regards. He hopes that with the changes they've made the club is at least a bit more laid back.

Drifting off into his own train of thought he almost missed Leon's question. "Huh? Oh no need to worry! We accept any one of any skills! Besides, none of us are perfect with our powers. I mean if we were why be in a super school? It's all good man." Ty said giving the kid a bright smile. Freshmen are adorable! Meg was so right! And here Zoe thought I would get overwhelmed at the booth by myself. Unless she was just worried and wanted to hang out with me at the booth. Standing there thinking it through he smacked his head hard. "I'm a moron..."

Meanwhile two feet to the left

Bonnie gave proud grin at the small girl as she said she'd like the club. "Atta girl!" She exclaimed, giving Wen a thumbs up. As she mentioned her roommate and the wall damage, Bonnie winked at her and reciprocated the sign before giving a smug smile. "Who knows. But don't worry. I'm sure a dented wall won't piss off the building too much. It goes easy on most students, just don't bring down any buildings or make a lot of holes and you're golden." Her eyes trailed from Wen to someone behind her, a new freshman interested in the club. Bonnie waved at the kid, then hearing Ty's cry she looked over to him and gave a short laugh.

"Yes you are." Bonnie said as Ty openly called himself a moron, rustling his hair to console the poor dummy. However, she quickly turned her attention to the new freshman. Her nose twitched as she could almost smell the royal on him but gave him a smile anyway. Bonnie took the form and looked it over once before tossing it behind her. "Yeah it's fine I don't know why they have it either. It's after my time."

"Bonnie!!" Ty reached over and caught the form and let out a sigh as he placed it into a folder under the table. "It was Zoe's idea, to help get a feel for everyone's fighting style and experience."

"Ah Arsenal. Course she'd come up with something smart. Can't be Student Council Secretary without smarts. Right Vice Prezz?" Bonnie said nudging the boy in the ribs as she playfully gave him a wink.

Ty blushed a vibrant red, "come on Bonnie... and don't call her that. You know she hates it." He looked over to Claude, "anyway you're good Claude."

Chorus & Drama Booth

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Pausing for a moment as Haruo mentioned he's good with is hands Gwyneth looked over to Min as they both smiled. As he finished the duo laughed together for a good minute. Gwyneth let out a soft sigh as she wiped a tear away. "Well you're most certainly fun to be around. We'd be happy to have you in the Chorus & Drama Club." Snickering a bit more at the joke she picked up a pamphlet and handed it to Haruo. "So, our club has quite a large variety of events within it. We host the annual battle of the bands, two theatrical plays a year, we help regulate marching band and orchestra, sing for graduation and winter festivals, we also help DJ school events and student parties and we sit on the planning committee for parties and events. Of course most are voluntary for newest members, but it's a lot of fun. Right now one of our bands is setting up to do a performance."

Min spoke up, "I wanted to ask this earlier, you seem to do everything involving music. Why is it called the Chorus and Drama Club?"

Gwyneth perked up at the question, it was one of her favorites. "When I started the Chorus club I noticed that the Rocker Club, Orchestra, Band, the Drama Club and the Glee club were always scraping by in members. So I decided to merge them into the Chorus and Drama club. We pooled our students, our talents and our budgets together to make a big group! It's been a lot of fun!" Giving a shrug she sighed. "I would have changed the name to Music club but if you have more than one name the council has to treat your club as a joint rather than a single, thus we get a larger budget." Giving them a wink she smiled. "Pays to be the former president. Are either of you interested in Student Council?"

Min looked at Haruo and then to Gwyneth, shaking her head, "I'm not. I don't know enough about this world to be in any position of power."

"What about you?" Gwyneth asked looking to Haruo.

Elysium · Jun 4, 2019

Alaric

Mitch Conner

Uh... Er... What?

They we're having a pleasant conversation, then suddenly she's crying and clutching his clothes. People were staring. Alaric sent an icy glare their way, his blue eyes going red as he activated his strength and oozed malice in their direction. They immediately looked at literally anything else.

His attention dropped back down towards Paria, his aura and eyes reverting to normal.

A sympathetic grin crept across his pale face, and he patted her head. Gingerly, as to avoid splattering her gooey skull all over yet again.

"Nah, I don't think you are. People like me don't care that we suck. The fact that you're upset like this shows that you care too much to be a punk."

He rubbed her "hair" slightly, and then instantly regretted it as her liquid scalp seeped between his fingers with a bit of a squelch.

Oops.

Alaric removed his hand with a straight face, and continued on with his "comforting". At least, hopefully it was comforting. Alaric was slightly/totally handicapped in this category.

"And if it really bothers you, just be better in the future. Everyone does things they regret, or, in my case, couldn't give a damn about. You're a better human than I am.

And I don't know a thing about your mom, but I'm sure she understands your capability to make mistakes and grow from them."

And that was about his limit for sappy moments. So he decided to change the subject.

"You sign up for any clubs yet? I need to double check some of mine, I think I goofed on scheduling. Let's go explore more together."

Hopefully that would help her feel better.

Mitch Conner · Jun 4, 2019

PARIA ACT II - CRY LITTLE SISTER
Elysium

Paria continued sobbing as Alaric attempted to comfort her. The awkward way he ran his hands through her fluids was oddly nostalgic, like Father used to during her physicals. Paria did her best to pull herself together, figuratively and literally, and wiped her tears- and most of her eyeballs- across her cheeks with the back of her hand.

She took a deep breath and looked up at Alaric, her ally in delinquent-hood. He was right. She could do better in the future. They could do better. And the obvious first step was... Yeah, it was just like in the movies! Gathering her courage, Paria clenched both fists tightly and raised them to her chest, not unlike a boxer's guard.

"You know what? You're absolutely right, Alaric! We can get better!"

She turned and pointed towards the far-off horizon, or at least where she assumed the horizon would be if there wasn't a hot dog stand in the way. Her eyeholes burned with newfound purpose.

"...And the first step towards being better is to break this curse we share- by defeating the Head Delinquent!"

The Prophet · Jun 4, 2019

Claude Allcrest

Location: Festival
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Claude gave a visable sigh of relief when he heard he was good on the form. Looking back at wen, he laughed a bit at her joke."Nonsense, nobody is that unlucky, i'm sure you'd be excellent in a fight. Strong, confident people such as yourself rarely have any problems in a fight, especially when they get going." Claude said, giving a thumbs up in assurance. If she was as strong as she claimed, then it wouldn't the best thing in the world to get her too angry. but her little bouts of anger weren't too bad either. "Ah, so you're even newer then me! that's a suprise, didn't expect someone to be newer here, much less new to America at that. Hopefully we can at the very least get comfortable in the new enviorment. i'm still kind of bothered whenever i don't see crowds walking around in public."

"Clubs? well not too many, outside this club I joined the Basketball club, i've always loved playing that. I joined the Journalism club, and i'm thinking about either joining the Swimming club or like you, the fashion club. As you can see, I enjoy looking good." Claude grinned as he showed off his expensive outfit. "I would've joined the fashion club already, but i'm honestly scared it might be a fashion group that does outlandish stuff, like tie a broom to your back and call it fashion. Maybe i'll join both the swim and fashion club. who knows?" He elaborated, shrugging his shoulders. "Football? Well go for it if you want, but yeah you should definitely watch out for your hair. It's very nice and well kept, i'd hate for it to be damaged in a scuffle." Claude added, and suddenly his eyes widened as he remembered something. "Oh, Wen! Do you have your wristband device on you? Let me see your hand."

Verite · Jun 4, 2019

Haruo Higuchi - Chorus and Drama Club
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"Sounds fun. You guys really like to keep busy here, huh?" Haruo remarked as Gwyneth explained the many events that the club seemed to enjoy setting up. Indeed, he meant what he said, following up his words with a slightly impressed whistle. He wasn't quite sure about the prospect of partaking in singing, but maybe that was to be expected all things considered.

As Gwyneth posed a following question later on, Haruo tilted his head inquisitively as Min said she didn't know so much about this "world," but figured it was something of an error in translation, considering how she'd spoken before. Thinking little of it, he shook his head when the attention was turned toward him. "Nah, I don't really have much interest in that either," he said, shifting his arm like a one-armed shrug, his open palm sticking out as he went on, "Hardly responsible enough to take care of myself, let alone other people in any capacity."

He wondered if that was a little obnoxious to say.

Clearing his throat in a suddenly sheepish turn, Haruo went on, glancing toward Min. "Anyway... What do you think? Did you already settle on joining this gig?"

Elysium · Jun 5, 2019

Alaric

Mitch Conner

Alaric sighed. She was feeling better, seemingly, but now she was on about some Head Delinquent. If such a thing existed, she was currently conversing with it.

Speaking of, how would she do that? All Alaric could think of was Paria gooshing her way into his internals and then rapidly expanding.

Lovely thought, that. Maybe he shouldn't mention that he was most likely the final boss.

"Well, that's a great idea, but we need a plan and training. The Master Delinquent is a scary and powerful foe. I don't think we're ready yet."

Saying that with a straight face was rough, but somehow he managed.

"I need to check on my clubs. You're more than welcome to come with me. Maybe we'll meet some new people to help us on our quest."

SoftSmile · Jun 5, 2019

Wēnhé Róuruǎn

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Location: Festival - Turf War Booth

"We'll see, we'll see." She nodded her head, doubting that he'd have any good luck with her around; considering her track record. Luck seemed to be devoid everywhere she went, minorly because of her attitude; but she neglected that fact. "Yes, yes..America is very.." She looked around for a minute, trying to think of the proper word. "Devoid of culture? Is that rude? I--" She seemed to have a bit of trouble with the proper vocabulary of what she was trying to convey. "Not what I'm used to. Different culture. Yeah, thats it. Very different."

He began to speak of the clubs he was interested in, and mentioned the fashion club. Man she'd love to see him in some punk rock era fashion. A gothic god--If you will. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure most of them have acceptable fashion tastes there, but to each their own. I'd love to see you there though, even though I don't think you need clothes to look good." She said with a sly smile. She then translated the words over in her head again, looking a bit frightened. "I mean, you know--Like good clothes, and stuff."

She attempted to laugh it off, when he mentioned her wristband she held out her wrist, not saying much other than-- "Yeah, what about it?"

Brinni · Jun 5, 2019

Izzy Reed

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Izzy watched her roommate's charade-esque antics. I wonder if... her suspicious were confirmed when Ray grabbed her comm-band. Nodding that she thought she understood and holding up a finger she turned to the man. "Look...Oscar the other guy called you right? We are in fact both girls. You can see that right sir?" she asked, directing the question at the other guy. "My name is Isaura Reed, I'm a freshman here. As for my friend. Well I've just met her. She's my roommate here, and I'm pretty sure it's nothing like cults or whatever that other one is. I'm pretty sure there's a simpler explanation and it's just that she's deaf. She might also be a mute, I'm not sure."

Looking at the message display she typed up the simple question. "This guy thinks you've taken some religious vow of silence. I think it's that you're deaf/mute. Would you mind pointing to which one is right? And if it's neither of us, feel free to type on my screen and let us know what the case is for why you can't speak." She smiled softly at Raygen, to relax her. Hmm. I wonder if this school offers sign language as a club. If my roommate is gonna be deaf it might help to learn some just in case I can't type for whatever reason.

Leon Bellamy

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Leon breathed a sigh of relief. Filling out the form quickly he glanced over to the other two freshman at the booth. The male was dressed impeccably, although his hair was a windswept mess and flashed about his, for lack of a better term, breeding with ease. "Vertigo Middle School", "King for all my years there" People that flaunt like that were exactly the kind of people Leon had been trying to show up at his last school. But...this guy didn't carry quite the same air as the Royalty from Leon's school. And the girl...well she resembled a chihuahua. Small, full of anger, and liable to lash out at anything that crossed her.

Turning in the application form he smiled at them before leaving. "Guess I'll see you guys at practice then. Later." He smiled as he walked off. So far we have a feral snake mutant, a former King that relies on luck, and a girl that's already destroyed school property before the semester has even started for freshman. I hope the rest of my classmates are as interesting. This is shaping up to be a fun year already. He looked around and saw the silver haired girl again, this time at the Chorus and Drama booth. Bringing out his holo-phone he scrolled through the images until he found one from a long time ago. It showed the Eiffel Tower and the city of Paris in the background with four people. It was obviously a photo from another time based on the fashion and looks of the place. No high tech anywhere to be seen.

The Prophet · Jun 5, 2019

Claude Allcrest

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Claude shook his head in agreement to her statement on culture, saying "Yes, i will admit that America would seem very different to people not from the country. I don't even understand some of the stuff we do. It's part of it's charm i suppose. If there's anything you want to know or understand about america, i can help. But not with Oregon itself though, like i said i'm new too.". He listened to what she had to say on the Fashion club, nodding his head when he finished. "You know what? You've convinced me. I'll go join it right after this. It might be nice to try out as many styles as possible. I'm pretty open to whatever.". He remarked, tapping his chin while imagining himself as a model for various clothing styles. That was, until she said something pretty embarrasing for someone he just met. He shoook his head and his ears got a little red as he tried to fnd an applicable response to what she said, until she corrected herself. "Ahh okay, it's fine, either i'll take as a compliment. i'm also looking forward to club activities with you. You seem to have a sun sense of style, i'll be sure to try it sometime. You'd have to help me with that though." Claude responded, quickly calming down from her translation error.

Wen put out her wristband and Claude took her hand, entwining his fingers with her smaller ones. "Let me add you. The Journalism Club president showed me a faster way of adding people then simply scrolling around for them. Ahem. Transfer." he explained, and waited sbout five seconds before a synced ding resounded on both of their wristbands. "See? Quick right? Now we can keep in touch from now on. You don't object to it right?" he asked, slowly letting go of her hand.

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Anime Club

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"Oh my God, is that a Lamia? Minus the extra arms, it's just like in Monster Musame! I've gotta write this down! but later, she seems interested!", came the quick and excited speech of the head of the Anime Club, Danny Wentworth. he quickly reassured himself before greeting the interested snake-girl. "Greetings! My name is Danny, President of the Anime Club! Are you perhaps enticed by the fine art that is japanese animation? Do you want to speak to others who enjoy your favorite anime and converse on new ones? Look no further then here!" He guided her to their stand, where many anime posters, figurines, and other assortments. There was even a t.v running some high action scene where buff dudes yelled out the names of their moves before using them and had weird colored hair. "You might find this all overwhelming, but i assure you, this and much more are what's available to you if you join our club! So how about it, wanna jo-.... Wait." Danny paused, taking a look at the lost freshman before him.

"Oh man, did i get ahead of myself? sorry, i get a bit excited when it comes to anime. What's your name? i figure you're a freshman, but you look extra lost when it comes to this. Do you, maybe, know what anime is?" He asked, sort of embarrased that he rushed a freshman girl that may or may not know what anime is over to his stall and started spewing on about his club.

Aloha Loha · Jun 5, 2019

Rachel De La Fuente - Anime Booth
“Uura-Uua-” Rachel began heaving as soon as those words were uttered. The incantation of an ancient series, the easily detectable tone of excitement lead to a nefarious spell of sorts. “Uuuuglaaaaa!” the snake-mutant regurgitated a foul liquid with chunks of meat products next to the booth. Shivering a bit due to the unpleasant nature of the exchange, Rachel shook her head and torso a few times before glancing back up at Danny Wentworth. There was a distinctive shimmering glare in Rachel’s eyes as her teeth bared and she immediately pointed at the boy with all six index fingers.

“EYO HOMES!” Hissed out the snake-woman, “YOU DON’T THINK I KNOW WHERE YOU’RE GOES WITH THAT LAME-A COMMENT. THAT FETISHISM THERE, CAUSES RAMPANT EXPLOITATION AND FUELS A GOD-FORSAKEN MARKET RAN BY DEPRAVITY.” This was followed by clenching her fists at a variety of intervals, “AND YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES PEOPLE TO RECOVER FROM THAT CRAP!? THE PINHEAD STILL HAS ANXIETY ATTACKS OVER IT!”

Breathing intently, her nostrils began to flare out as if posing to just deck this man over it. However it appeared that Rachel began to calm after several little sessions of angry breathing. “As for shadow-puppetry turned into something better, then corrupted when they lost the way, by Mister Mouse Disney...” Rachel’s tail began swiveling back and forth as she looked out of the corner of her eye for a passerby.

“...You don’t sell ancient pieces of the media, you should know how say the Sazae-san reboot went. Cold shit in a cup, audience tastes change. The super super ancient times of Rawei, or god forbid Heisei don’t sell now. The name of the game might be the same, make that merch money, but lemme tell ya you don’t see slavish cults buying enough to resurrect that crap.”

Now there was a passerby which Rachel grabbed by the scruff of their clothes, “Drop a beat.” The individual sorta terrified by the command, but also having a hell of a beat-boxing skill proceeded to do as they were commanded.

“AIGHT. AIGHT. NOW WE TALKIN’!” Rachel began bobbing her head back and forth, alongside dropping a variety of hand-gestures as the beat commenced. The snake-mutant was getting the flow of things.

“THIS HERE, THIS HERE GOES OUT TO MY MAIN MAN – THE DOG FACED BOY, SURELY WRECKING UP THE JOINT WHEREVER HE IS RIGHT NOW.” Rachel proceeded to pound against her torso with a variety of hands before pointing up, down, then left and right. “You may have been an absolute dork but you were my dork.”

“Yo, yo, yo listen up!"
"It’s MC Snakebit”
“Here to show you why your taste is shiiiiiiiiiiii-”
“iiiiiit down the drain!”
“Homey don’t complain when all you list”
“Is a cyst that fails to persist!”
“Don’t be dishin va-nilla”
“When you could be datin God-zilla”
“I’m crushin cheap suckas like my name’s Sunrise!”
“A verbal Ocean of motion”
“Slidin faster than Triggers”
“Hey ya know what you’re seein’”
“Pro-tip”
“Thank those outsourced Koreans!”
“This verbal assault was free”
“Like all those Meshis!”

Rachel stopped bobbing her head as she simultaneously raised out all of her six hands to drop non-existent microphones. This was followed by elbowing the beat-boxing kid, who was into it, in the ribs and a non-verbal set of slicing motions to let them know to cut it out.

“You step to a freak and you get your ass beat. ...Lay me down a current airing, not any of this old shit, cartoon you have seen. Genre I don’t give a shit, intended age group -whatever. You aren’t getting anywhere with appealing to ancient shit, in this new age no one cares about friendship and hard-work as merchandising and talent has taken the wheel!”