JDizzle383
The Happy RP Salesman
“Levi, come eat your breakfast! You don't want to be late for the first day of High school!” Leviathon's half sister yelled as she knocked on his door.
“Crap, did I oversleep again sis?” he asked as he got up and rushed out the door, putting one arm through his vest as he went.
“No, but you're lucky I woke you up, now come eat your coal!” she said
Later on they walked up to the closest subway station illusion barrier, which was disguised as an old mineshaft that was ready to fall apart, and his sister hugged him. “Have a good time at the dorms! See you at the end of the year!”
Leviathon walked up to the entrance and took a deep breath. Turning to look back at his sister, he smiled. “Try not to have too much fun while I'm gone. And... y'know... thanks for taking care of me all this time since dad died.”
“I thought we agreed that subject was off limits, ya goober!” She said half jokingly as she flicked a stray cinder from her shoulder towards him. He took one last look back and walked through the Rocky mountains' barrier.
Drake sighed as he trudged along towards the point on the map, holding onto his art supply satchel with care. As he finally got to the cave that supposedly looked like it dropped down to a point where escape was impossible, he gulped.
“Zey veren't kidding ven zey said it vas vell 'idden.” he said, his German accent quite clear to anyone who would have heard him.
“Vell... 'ere goes nussing.” and with that remark he jumped into the hole, only to land on solid ground as though there was no drop at all.
“First time going to school?” a kind voice asked him as he looked around in wonder that a whole subway station could exist in a cave. “Vell... yez... I suppoze zis is normal zen?” he answered.
“Then you might need to wear this. It's a translator bracelet. It will get rid of your accent and allow you to speak freely to anyone around the world without a mix up.” the elderly gentleman, a gargoyle, said handing him the device. Taking it, Drake put it on.
“Thanks. I was worried I was going to have to learn French or Spanish or Japanese or something. So how long until the subway gets here?” he asked, now without the signs of German upbringing.
“About 15 minutes.” The man answered after looking down at his watch.
“Excuse me, pardon me, coming through!” Samantha said as she hurriedly ran through the subway station. She had gotten there an hour earlier than necessary so she wouldn't have to deal with the crowds and had her translator bracelet on already, but that still ended up being the result. As she ran, she kept glancing around at all the supposedly “mythical” creatures such as herself.
“Sorry. Cyclops coming thwooooah!” she said, tripping over a tail of one of the Nagas. “Sorry... so sorry... didn't see you ther-oh. Hello Triston.” she said frowning. Triston slithered up to her and wrapped a coil around her waist.
“Why the long face, darling? I thought you liked cuddling with me!” he said. Samantha wriggled free and said, “Don't make me file sexual harassment.” rather bluntly.
“Aw... that's cold, babe. You know I don't like the cold!” Triston said, wrapping his tail around her leg and trying to trip her again.
“HEY! Get your tail off her! If it's heat you want... TAKE THIS!” a third year student fire sprite said as he ignited the Naga's midsection. As the adults separated the two, Samantha quickly got on the Subway as it pulled up. Noticing a young boy sitting alone in the back of the first year subway car, she went over to him. As he raised his head up from his sketch he was drawing, she finally figured out why he was alone. A Dark Elf. Just great. What was next? Was a Demon gonna show up and cast her into hell or some crap like that? Apparently, the elf saw her processing the information and sighed. “Great. Another person who believes bloodline determines fate.” He rubbed his forehead and continued. “Do what you want. I couldn't care less if I got a black eye right now. Nobody respected me before. Why should they start now?”
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Samantha paused, then asked “What's your name?” Better to make friends than be alone in the world, right?
The first year boy looked up from what he had returned to drawing, shocked. “Uh, Drake. You?”
“Samantha. So what are you drawing?” she asked sitting next to him. A ding was heard from the loudspeaker then. “Please take a seat and buckle up! We are starting our departure now. As we will be traveling through portals to get around the world, there are a few rules you must be aware of. One. Those who discriminate based on species will be stripped of their admittance to the Academy. Two. If you need to use the restroom, do so at the next stop, as doing so on the transportive subway would be disastrous and... you know what, I'll let you figure that one out in your head. Three. Dementors and Harry potter are human myths, so anyone believing that piece of glorified human feces is an absolute moron. Four, buckle up or lose more than a few bones from your spine. That is all.”
the two quickly buckled in and Drake shoved his artwork back into his satchel. In a matter of seconds, the Subway had arrived at the next stop.
“Now boarding the North American district.” the speakers blared.
Leviathon got on the train and was immediately pushed to the floor. “Dweeb!” a tree sprite mocked. “Can't back up your own powers! Pathetic, Halvie!” Leviathon frowned and got up, dusting himself off. “Your the one who picked a fight with me, so watch your back. Or does it give you wood to beat up first years?”
The Tree Sprite stopped in his tracks, turned to the Half Fire Sprite/Half Demon and said, “What? I'm sorry, could you repeat that in my good ear?”
Leviathon smirked. “What, do you have termites in your bad ear?”
“BASTARD!” the tree sprite yelled as he Punched Levi in the face hard enough to not only blacken his eye, but also throw him across the subway car into Samantha's lap.
“Hello! Are you an angel?” Levi asked dazed. Samantha sighed. “Great!” she responded sarcastically, “Another sexual deviant!”
“'Scuse me?” Levi said, still dazed. “The walking fir boy punched me! I didn't do nothin'. Honest!”
Samantha sighed and sarcastically said, “A badboy and a liar. Wonderful.”
The Subway car Lurched forward, and Levi flew backwards onto the back of the car, fracturing his right leg at the knee joint. As the Loudspeaker came on again announcing their arrival at the next stop, he fell to the floor. “Medic please?” he drawled in a heap on the floor. Samantha sighed and bent down to help. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a boy who looked mostly normal with white hair and blue eyes board the first year car.
Levi yelled out “Rey? Is that you? Haven’t seen ya in forever man!”
Samantha sighed, “Great, the pervert has friends...”
a few stops later there was some colorful characters on the train car. All in all Samantha was most interested in the one who looked a little too human. Then she noticed the fangs. A vampire? Samantha gulped. She was very accident prone and bled a lot, some of her scrapes being recent enough to still be open wounds, so she hoped she wasn’t making things too hard on the girl. she also liked to help people out a little too much which meant if the girl asked... no... would it be too forward of her to suggest that?
“Crap, did I oversleep again sis?” he asked as he got up and rushed out the door, putting one arm through his vest as he went.
“No, but you're lucky I woke you up, now come eat your coal!” she said
Later on they walked up to the closest subway station illusion barrier, which was disguised as an old mineshaft that was ready to fall apart, and his sister hugged him. “Have a good time at the dorms! See you at the end of the year!”
Leviathon walked up to the entrance and took a deep breath. Turning to look back at his sister, he smiled. “Try not to have too much fun while I'm gone. And... y'know... thanks for taking care of me all this time since dad died.”
“I thought we agreed that subject was off limits, ya goober!” She said half jokingly as she flicked a stray cinder from her shoulder towards him. He took one last look back and walked through the Rocky mountains' barrier.
Drake sighed as he trudged along towards the point on the map, holding onto his art supply satchel with care. As he finally got to the cave that supposedly looked like it dropped down to a point where escape was impossible, he gulped.
“Zey veren't kidding ven zey said it vas vell 'idden.” he said, his German accent quite clear to anyone who would have heard him.
“Vell... 'ere goes nussing.” and with that remark he jumped into the hole, only to land on solid ground as though there was no drop at all.
“First time going to school?” a kind voice asked him as he looked around in wonder that a whole subway station could exist in a cave. “Vell... yez... I suppoze zis is normal zen?” he answered.
“Then you might need to wear this. It's a translator bracelet. It will get rid of your accent and allow you to speak freely to anyone around the world without a mix up.” the elderly gentleman, a gargoyle, said handing him the device. Taking it, Drake put it on.
“Thanks. I was worried I was going to have to learn French or Spanish or Japanese or something. So how long until the subway gets here?” he asked, now without the signs of German upbringing.
“About 15 minutes.” The man answered after looking down at his watch.
“Excuse me, pardon me, coming through!” Samantha said as she hurriedly ran through the subway station. She had gotten there an hour earlier than necessary so she wouldn't have to deal with the crowds and had her translator bracelet on already, but that still ended up being the result. As she ran, she kept glancing around at all the supposedly “mythical” creatures such as herself.
“Sorry. Cyclops coming thwooooah!” she said, tripping over a tail of one of the Nagas. “Sorry... so sorry... didn't see you ther-oh. Hello Triston.” she said frowning. Triston slithered up to her and wrapped a coil around her waist.
“Why the long face, darling? I thought you liked cuddling with me!” he said. Samantha wriggled free and said, “Don't make me file sexual harassment.” rather bluntly.
“Aw... that's cold, babe. You know I don't like the cold!” Triston said, wrapping his tail around her leg and trying to trip her again.
“HEY! Get your tail off her! If it's heat you want... TAKE THIS!” a third year student fire sprite said as he ignited the Naga's midsection. As the adults separated the two, Samantha quickly got on the Subway as it pulled up. Noticing a young boy sitting alone in the back of the first year subway car, she went over to him. As he raised his head up from his sketch he was drawing, she finally figured out why he was alone. A Dark Elf. Just great. What was next? Was a Demon gonna show up and cast her into hell or some crap like that? Apparently, the elf saw her processing the information and sighed. “Great. Another person who believes bloodline determines fate.” He rubbed his forehead and continued. “Do what you want. I couldn't care less if I got a black eye right now. Nobody respected me before. Why should they start now?”
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…......
Samantha paused, then asked “What's your name?” Better to make friends than be alone in the world, right?
The first year boy looked up from what he had returned to drawing, shocked. “Uh, Drake. You?”
“Samantha. So what are you drawing?” she asked sitting next to him. A ding was heard from the loudspeaker then. “Please take a seat and buckle up! We are starting our departure now. As we will be traveling through portals to get around the world, there are a few rules you must be aware of. One. Those who discriminate based on species will be stripped of their admittance to the Academy. Two. If you need to use the restroom, do so at the next stop, as doing so on the transportive subway would be disastrous and... you know what, I'll let you figure that one out in your head. Three. Dementors and Harry potter are human myths, so anyone believing that piece of glorified human feces is an absolute moron. Four, buckle up or lose more than a few bones from your spine. That is all.”
the two quickly buckled in and Drake shoved his artwork back into his satchel. In a matter of seconds, the Subway had arrived at the next stop.
“Now boarding the North American district.” the speakers blared.
Leviathon got on the train and was immediately pushed to the floor. “Dweeb!” a tree sprite mocked. “Can't back up your own powers! Pathetic, Halvie!” Leviathon frowned and got up, dusting himself off. “Your the one who picked a fight with me, so watch your back. Or does it give you wood to beat up first years?”
The Tree Sprite stopped in his tracks, turned to the Half Fire Sprite/Half Demon and said, “What? I'm sorry, could you repeat that in my good ear?”
Leviathon smirked. “What, do you have termites in your bad ear?”
“BASTARD!” the tree sprite yelled as he Punched Levi in the face hard enough to not only blacken his eye, but also throw him across the subway car into Samantha's lap.
“Hello! Are you an angel?” Levi asked dazed. Samantha sighed. “Great!” she responded sarcastically, “Another sexual deviant!”
“'Scuse me?” Levi said, still dazed. “The walking fir boy punched me! I didn't do nothin'. Honest!”
Samantha sighed and sarcastically said, “A badboy and a liar. Wonderful.”
The Subway car Lurched forward, and Levi flew backwards onto the back of the car, fracturing his right leg at the knee joint. As the Loudspeaker came on again announcing their arrival at the next stop, he fell to the floor. “Medic please?” he drawled in a heap on the floor. Samantha sighed and bent down to help. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a boy who looked mostly normal with white hair and blue eyes board the first year car.
Levi yelled out “Rey? Is that you? Haven’t seen ya in forever man!”
Samantha sighed, “Great, the pervert has friends...”
a few stops later there was some colorful characters on the train car. All in all Samantha was most interested in the one who looked a little too human. Then she noticed the fangs. A vampire? Samantha gulped. She was very accident prone and bled a lot, some of her scrapes being recent enough to still be open wounds, so she hoped she wasn’t making things too hard on the girl. she also liked to help people out a little too much which meant if the girl asked... no... would it be too forward of her to suggest that?
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