Fantasy Not Your Average Fantasy High School V.2 || DETAILED

[StoneWolf18]

 
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[SIZE= 16px]We've all heard of 'em whether we want to or not, and to be honest it's all quite a gigantic steaming pile of shit. Those so called high schools that have been built to train the new supernaturally inclined youth how to control themselves. And if you haven't noticed, it's failed horribly. I mean, hell, they've done destroyed entire worlds for their own sick amusement, no teachers are present, classes aren't attended, sex is being had in the halls...it's just one large embarrassment not only for the schools but the parents of the children there.[/SIZE]


But...what if we were to switch that around?


What I mean is simple.


The students are human.


The teachers aren't.


In theory, this should work given they act as adults should. If any one should misbehave, it's much more terrifying to receive a detention slip from say a vampire than a seventy-five year old man who's going blind and deaf.


Right?


OOC Information


[SIZE= 16px]Alright, so with that short intro above, what I'm trying to say is that this roleplay would focus on the main characters being those instructing the students. They would be inhuman within reason of course and also teaching a chosen subject and grade level. The main plot will be based off of this new experimental set up, the NPC students being fully aware of their instructor's identity and trying to coexist in a classroom setting. But why stop there. How are they going to handle students turning up dead in the halls, each framing a different staff member?[/SIZE]

PLEASE DO NOT POST UNTIL THE ROLEPLAY HAS BEGUN, THANK YOU.
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[StoneWolf18]

It was, to most people in the reasonably sized suburban town of Sodden, Georgia, a normal autumn day. The residents would rise, commute to work from their bedroom community, and go about their day as they so monotonously had the weeks or possibly even years prior. Yet today was also an abnormal day for many of the local youth as well as working adults. It was the grand opening of the newest high school in the area, Silver Sights High. The name was given because it been built on top of an old silver quarry, the land having been rather cheap to purchase considering all the work that had to be done to prepare it for the building’s construction. Filling in and stabilizing of the many mine-shafts and large hole that had remained vacant for so many years. At this point, the irony should’ve sunken in. It was the first time all of the staff were strictly nonhuman openly. Usually, with the current tension between the many races, it was second nature to most to conceal who they were and hide behind a series of lies they had taken the careful time to weave in order that they might live a peaceful, seemingly human, life. But, because of a series of recent crimes lead by a terrorist organization that went from promoting freedom to outright attacking human owned businesses that took advantage of the lack of rights given to various supernatural beings, the political shit hole that is the government of the United States of America decided it was time to step in. The president publicly announced the experimental school, stating that if they can coexist in a classroom, they can do so on the streets. He also went a step further in revealing the first lady, his wife, as inhuman herself. More specifically, an elf rather adept in magic who had been using a glamour to give herself a more human appearance.


The reaction was more than predictable.


As of right now, the nation is currently split. Those who support everything fully, and those that think humans to be superior in every way, shape, and form. Violence is at an all time high for the first time in a while. Humans and others alike trying to gain the upper-hand with rioting and murders. There had been a total of three confirmed assassination attempts on the presidential family, although none were successful due to the ward placed around the White House. Along with that, a vampire clan wreaked havoc in New York City, draining a whole subway of people during the morning rush while the national board of the most powerful mages began to try and worm their way into the democratic and republican political parties.


And with all this rucks putting Sodden in the public eye...precautions needed to be taken.


Police activity had been increased in the majority of areas (but more specifically around areas where nonhumans are suspected to live) along with the school being watched twenty-four seven by humans and mages alike as to assure that the first day would run smoothly.


Or as smoothly as it possibly could.


The staff was asked to report an hour before the doors opened (7:25) so final preparations could be made and anything discussed if need be.



Kiraan wasn’t all that thrilled. Hell, that was an understatement. She had spent the time it took her to ready herself for the day contemplating if this was a good idea in the slightest. With a reluctant sigh, the woman had pulled into the scarce parking lot before checking the time. Seven twenty, right on time. Spending a moment mentally preparing herself for the, most likely, grueling day ahead, she stepped out of her vehicle and made her way inside the building. The email had said to report to the large conference room, which wasn’t hard to miss based on the woman standing outside with a relatively bored look on her face and clipboard in hand. A white dog lying on the floor beside her. As the vampiress approached, she looked up with a cold set of eyes that appeared violet in the florescent lighting. “It’s about time people began showing up…” She grumbled before glancing down at the paper before her. “Name?” “Ki-” She began but was abruptly cut off by a curt response. “The vampire, fine. Go sit down inside.” Trying not to lightly frown, she did so, examining the space before her. It was of a moderate size, the large oak conference table flanked but various chairs and blank yet projector-lit screen at the front.


@lastlings @NeoStigma @DergTheDergon  @Seraph  @Forehead

 

[DergTheDergon]

Samson's mind wandered to and fro as he drove down the rather quiet road to his latest work environment, one hand on the wheel and the other clutching a lit cigarette and holding it out the lowered vehicle window. He wondered what the other staff would be like, how the students would react to him, and other mundane things, and he also wondered if this school, requiring him and many other supernaturals to completely expose themselves, was wise to have been conceived of in the first place. He sighed, deciding to focus on the road as best he could despite his torrent of thoughts. He sat on the edge of his seat, adjusted the farthest back it will go in order to have some space for his wings and tail to move about behind him while also not being too close to the wheel. He still felt a little claustrophobic this way, but it was better than having the seat at a normal distance from the wheel for his size. Besides, the seat belt was just barely able to stretch that far, thankfully. Pulling into the parking lot and turning off the car's ignition, then crushing his cigarette in one heat-resistant hand to snuff the flame, Samson took a deep breath before getting out of the car, making certain not to scratch the door with his claws again. There was already a very visible set of claw marks near the handle from simply touching the thing. Samson's Draconic parts sure were inconvenient in a few ways.


Samson slicked his hair back and gently combed it with one clawed hand (his extra parts had some convenient uses as well, admittedly) as he walked towards and then into the building. It felt nice to let his draconic bits breathe instead of trying to hide them behind an overlarge trenchcoat in public. He mindfully surveyed the place as he walked down the hall, his tail gently swaying back and forth behind him, a thoughtful look in his deep red eyes. "Hmm... nice enough building. Hope no one ends up destroying it in a fit of student-fueled rage, he thought. A stern-looking woman holding a clipboard with a dog obediently at her side stood outside of the place Samson was meant to be. The woman looked him over and said "you're Samson, right?" In a bored tone of voice. "Yes." He supposed she was told to expect a man with painfully obvious wings and a tail. "Get inside and sit down," she replied curtly. Samson politely smiled at her, nodding, before passing her as his expression quickly turned nuetral. His gaze passed over the woman currently sat at the table, and smiled once again upon meeting her eyes, sitting down himself. Upon studying her for a moment, her vampiric nature was rather apparent. He'd met a few of thier kind in his time. "I'm surprised I'm only the second to show. The name is Samson. I'd shake your hand, but, well.." he  held up one of his clawed hands, then dropped it towards his lap. 'I"m excited to be working with you, miss...?" He  looked her in the eyes questioningly, waiting to hear her name.


@StoneWolf18

 

[Seraph]

Slade was walking with his satchel at his side and adjusting his suit as he walked about. He kept thinking about all of the events that seemed to have happened so suddenly. What would the students think of him and would he be able to handle teaching the class. Finally, he saw the school in sight and he stopped in his foot steps to just stare at what building he would be spending a lot of time in. He gave his tie a final adjustment before walking the rest of the way to the doors. Slade opened it slowly walking in now looking for the room in which the meeting was scheduled. He met a woman that had a white dog laying down by her feet and she was looking down at a list of names.


"Mr. Warner, is my name..." an ethereal voice said since of course there was no head on top of the body. "Yes, the headless horseman...I know. Please take a seat." she said and Slade made his way to the table seeing another woman already sitting at the table looking rather...how would one say...tasteful. He took a seat to her left and sat his satchel on the table. He turned his shoulders toward the woman beside him and stuck his hand out to her hoping for a shake trying to introduce himself to her. Otherwise he was simply planing on waiting until the meeting was to finally come into play.  "Hello mam I am..." 

 

[NeoStigma]

In a scale of 1 – 10 of how shitty the world was becoming it would have to be a solid 398. Humans, brilliant, innovative, survivors…. AT THE SAME TIME, they were petty, greedy, corrupt and closed minded…..Wait a minute aren’t all races like that? Simon sighed as he tied his long shaggy hair into a tight pony tail. What was happening is worse than crusades!.....Erm wait…. The black plague was pretty bad….. then again it was Simons fault…. The world wars were shit too. For as long as Simon could remember the whole world was always constantly in a shit hole.  The irony is back then people hunted the supernatural down…. But the supernatural beings were wise enough to duck in the shadows and let the humans go on a wild goose chase….but that was nearly hundreds of years ago….people are now “dignified”…. Supernatural people had the right to freedom! Bull shit. Was the only two words Simon could think of…. They don’t want freedom… they want power…. The ability to seize influence without cowering the shadows…. At what cost? Chaos…division?....The safety of both the humans and super naturals?..... Simon couldn’t help but feel sick, if he could throw up he would…but the last meal he ate was nearly over 900 years ago…


 
“Uhhhhhhghhruhhh!....Ohhhrughhhaaahhhh!” groaned a zombie sitting on the passenger seat of Simons minivan. 



“You know what Tim?! You’re right! This is our chance to show the world that we can coexist!” Simon smiled at the comforting wise words of his undead minion. 



“urggraaah? Wurrghhaaaaahuuuh?.....Murraaagaaah!” groaned Tim the zombie as his eye ball fell out of his socket.



“Oh shit you’re right! I’m going to be late!!!” Simon parked the van dashed out the door. He stoped and turned around and yelled back to Tim “Take car of the car Tim! I’ll be back in a jiff!” Simon said as he beaned Tim in the head with his car keys. Tim groaned and gave Simon a thumbs up before locking up the car. 



The Simon ran excitedly into the compound to meet up with his fellow coworkers. He bust through the door with a big goofy grin on his face. “Simon Skullduggery! At your service!” Simons said with utmost excitement. There was silence….. Simon panicked, thinking he said something wrong. Perhaps he was too loud? Simon face palmed of course! These people were professionals and he came barging in like a fool! 



“Erm I apologize!....Sorry for the disturbance I made…” Simon frantically apologize….Still there was silence. He could feel everyone’s eyes stare at him with a look of disapproval. Simon summoned all of his courage to look up and meet the gaze of his coworkers. What he saw was…..



An empty room. For a moment Simon thought it was a room full of ghosts. Then he realized that he was a necromancer…. He could easily see spirits…. Then it hit him….. “I’m in the wrong fuckin…room….”

 

[StoneWolf18]

Kiraan waited in a suffocating silence by herself for a few minutes, it not being all that pleasant, before another staff member walked in. Blinking a few times she directed her gaze towards the door and was somewhat surprised at what she saw, although she didn't show it. It was now extremely clear that they weren't going for inconspicuous considering the man had more than ovbious draconian features as well as the scent of smoke wafting after him. He sat across from her, examining the vampiress for a moment before going to introduce himself. Chuckling lightly as he mentioned his talons, she replied. "Kiraan. And based on the way you looked at me when you entered, I'm assuming you already know." What it was, however, was implied. Yet before anything else could be said, another entered the room. They were tall and immediately recognizable. He moved to sit on the woman's left, setting his bag on the table, and holding out a hand. Shaking it the woman finished his sentence. "The Headless Horseman? Mmmm, I'd be more interested in your name. Kiraan Vahdin." She retracted her hand and let it settle in her lap alongside the other, her nerves slightly calmed by the appearance of others but not by much.



The stern looking woman who had stood outside the conference room sighed in an annoyed fashion as she sensed someone else entered the building via the wards she had placed. That was, undoubtedly, going to be a major pain in her ass once the students would arrive. Glancing down at the assumed-dog-yet-actually-an-albino-wolf that sat alongside her, she spoke. "T'lare, stay and inform me if anyone else should arrive." He looked up with amber eyes and gave a soft huff in response. Now the principal of the school let the clipboard rest at her side as she make her way over towards the room he had entered, her heeled boots clicking sharply on the concrete floor. Remaining in the doorway she examined him. "The elder litch I assume? The head of security?" The woman's voice took on a crisp edge. "If they would've just let me put more wards around the damn building..." She trailed off closing her eyes for a moment before allowing them to flutter open. "Follow me." She grumbled, turning on her heel and walking out.


@DergTheDergon @NeoStigma @Seraph

 

[DergTheDergon]

Samson chuckled softly himself as Kiraan reacted to his quip regarding his claws, nodding at the mention of her name. Before he could respond in kind, another entered the room. Samson studied the curious, clearly undead being with curiosity. Everyone has heard the tales of the headless horseman, and to think he was here in the flesh. Seeming not to acknowledge Samson's presence, the being made to introduce himself to Kiraan. Allowing this to happen, Samson waited for a pause in thier conversation to say "pleased to meet you, Kiraan, and...?" He turned his gaze towards the headless horseman, meeting the fire that passed for his eyes. "I doubt I'd have to tell either of you what I am, let alone the most sheltered human child." As if for emphasis, he swished his tail about, stretching his wings slightly, and moving his large draconian ears about subtly.


Just outside the room, Samson's keen ears picked up the sound of the principal ordering her dog to stay and keep watch, before the sound of her boots tapping on the floor was heard and gradually faded from hearing. "Hm... I wonder what sort of business required her to go elsewhere just before the meeting would begin," he wondered aloud.


@Seraph @StoneWolf18

 

[Seraph]

When she shook his hand, he could feel a chill run down his spine and heard a loud noise some where around the building but he wasn't quite capable of pinpointing the location. If his head were on right now he would have shaken it in disapproval but instead returned to the woman beside him. "Well, if at all possible I would prefer staying away from using that name...now a days it does have negative connotations. If you were going to refer to my species for some reason I am a Dullahan and my name is Slade Warner. It is more than a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Vahdin. He watched as the stern woman walked away from her dog for a moment before and then turned to talk to another man that was sitting at the table.


"As I just said my name is Slade Warner." Then once again shook his head before responding, "Ah, yes it does seem that you are some kind of lizard man and perhaps that what the sheltered human child will think." Still sitting he awaited a response from the man and hoped that the woman would respond to him. He opened his bag that he had set onto the table and brought out of it an ink well, feather pen, and parchment. Looking at everyone in the room's he began to take note of their physical structure and listed a few recipes by their descriptions. Of course this was only to pass the time, as he still awaited the meeting to begin.

 

[Skryx]

Thudan looked over her new bike and nodded approvingly. She had been informed by her advisers that looking 'cool' almost immediately earned her the respect of teenaged humans. So, they had said, it was imperative she look as 'cool' as possible to hopefully mask the fact that she wasn't cut out for this teaching lark. Not that she would be a bad teacher, they had backtracked hastily. But an upper hand would be nice. She shook her head, thinking back to that particular conversation. But in this case it had worked out in her favour. She ran a reverent hand over the sleek matte black frame of the Ducati with a wide grin, eyes savouring the gleam of silver chrome. Sliding on her helmet and settling into her seat, her grin only grew wider as she gunned the throttle.


There was a bounce in her step as Thudan walked down the hall, exhilarated from the ride over. At the door, she noticed the dog and gasped, one hand moving up to grasp dramatically at the collar of her jacket before sighing. "So cute," she said, fawning over it for a brief moment. Then she glanced at her watch to check the time. 7.25. Perfect. She opened the door, stepping into the room smoothly. There were three of them at the table already, and she gave them all a quick once over as she walked to her seat. A vampire, a Dullahan and a half...dragon...thing. Fire. She bypassed the half dragon to sit next to the headless horseman instead. 


"Good morning," she greeted her future co-workers, lips curling into a small smile. Her eyes lingered on the old-fashion utensils the Dullahan was currently using. "What are you doing?" she asked, head tilted to one side and curious. 


@Seraph

 

[DergTheDergon]

Samson watched as the Dullahan introduced himself to Kiraan, waiting patiently to be acknowledged and addressed himself. Samson nodded as Slade repeated his name, which was only polite for Samson to ask of him as well, and chuckled slightly at his quip regarding being a "lizard man." "I admit that's not entirely inaccurate, Slade. I am half fire Dragon, half Human, to be specific. I think I'll enjoy working with you... you've quite the sense of humor, something I would not expect of a Dullahan." Samson then observed curiously as Slade took out a few rather outdated implements for writing. Curious, he opened his mouth to ask what he was taking notes of, when someone new walked into the room.


Looking up, he curiously regarded the clearly aquatically inclined woman that had entered with a smile. His smile faltered for a moment as he swore he caught a nervous glance pointed in his direction, then noted that she made a point of passing him by to sit on the other side of the table. The smile quickly returned however, as despite her wariness of him likely due to his abilities, she smiled and greeted all present enthusiastically. He nodded in acknowledgement. "Pleased to meet you. And do not worry, you will find I have no intention of using my breath on school grounds, or near anyone for any reason," he replied, acting on his suspicions that she was wary of his fire breath and hoping to provide some peace of mind for her. She was not the first aquatic humanoid he's met after all, and they all, understandably, were wary of him for this reason. After his attempt at reassuring the mermaid, he then glanced towards the Dullahan, curious to hear his answer to the mermaid's question. 


@Skryx @Seraph

 

[Seraph]

Slade stopped writing once Samson started speaking to him and placed his pen into the pool. "Ah...so...how wonderful to have reached such a conclusion so early may we hope that stays the same through out the year." He cocked what would be his head to the side as cracks were made and spoke again once convenient. "Also, I would hardly call this a sense of humor. This is just a statement of visual sight nothing less and nothing more." Returning his attention to the piece of parchment and pen, he lifted the quill from the pool returning to his writing as a new woman arrived to the room. He looked her over almost intensely or at least if he had eyes it would look that way. Slade began to quickly start writing before she sat down beside him. The last thing he had down was 'attractive woman' scribbles 'looks to be near late twenties perhaps' scribble 'probably older' scribble 'sweet ginger glazed mahi mahi' 


Slade turned to look at the woman sitting next to him and replied by opening his bag and pulling out an entire pumpkin and placing it on top of his head. Once he did this the pumpkin started to change into a human head. The hair was an ebony black and as he ran his hand through the back it stayed slicked resting just above his shoulders and his eyes opened as he blinked quickly showing off his bright red eyes. His face was slender but he has strong jaw line and general definition in the rest of his facial structures. Cocking his head to the side he flashed he a bright white smile showing his sharp pointed teeth but as he ran his tongue over the fronts of his teeth the changed to the basic flat teeth of a human. "Good morning mam" He took her hand kissing the back of it and he shook. Quickly letting go of her hand he jotted down some more notes 'lemon juice with the ginger' Returning his attention to her, "May I say that it is more than a pleasure to meet a woman of your...quality." When she questioned what he was doing with the pen and paper he just lightly chuckled to himself "Its just notes for my...book" Then Flashing her with a wolf in sheep's clothing smile.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Kiraan was about to respond to Slade when another woman walked in smelling heavily of fish it took quite a bit of self control not to show anything externally. As the others then asked about what the once headless horseman was writing about (almost chuckling at the pumpkin he set upon the empty space that was his neck), she leaned over his shoulder and allowed her eyes to examine the elaborate script he wrote in. Frowning lightly as she processed what he had meant, the woman leaned back with a grim expression although remained silent for a few moments. Wanting to change the subject, she began with clearing her throat. "Well...I'm quite surprised that you two-" The vampiress gestured to Slade and Samson. "Are here. Among human schools the teaching profession usually dominated by females."


The principle then returned to her place by the door, hoping that the man had follow before peering inside and checking him and Thudan off of her list. "Still so many missing..." She grumbled while her wolf leaned on her legs in an attempt to calm her down.


(I'm a bit busy at the moment. Sort for the length. >.<)

 

[Skryx]

"That's good to hear," Thudan smiles pleasantly at the half dragon. "Forgive my wariness. I've had some trouble with the more reckless of your kind." She had drowned them eventually, but still. She had learned it was more prudent to be cautious around those who had an advantage over her. Especially strangers. "What do you intend to teach here?" She asked, thinking she might as well make conversation. "No need to call me that, just Thudan is alright. Thudan Stellar. But you may call me doctor, if you insist on being formal," Thudan told the Dullahan easily. Her eyes flickered down to the parchment and read his latest entry. "Looks like a very interesting book." She returns his smile with one of her own that flashed her razor sharp teeth in a dangerous grin. 


"That's a nice head on you," she commented. "Is it the same one every time?" She leant back in her chair, steepling her fingers. She glanced at the vampire in surprise. "Is that so? In my universities it was quite equal, or if anything, mostly male lecturers. Is it different in high schools?" She asked curiously. Just then the principal walked in, and once again Thudan found her attention drawn to the dog. It didn't seem quite like a dog, but she brushed that off for now. The most important thing was that it was adorable. 


@Seraph @DergTheDergon @StoneWolf18

 

[cfeesh]

Conrad sat in his car at an intersection, waiting for the red light to turn green. A bag of kale chips sat in his lap, and occasionally, he'd reach inside and munch on the contents. He wasn't really hungry, but the act of putting something in his mouth seemed to keep his nervous energy at bay. Eventually, the light turned green and he made the left turn into the parking lot of the campus. He used one hand to steer as he rolled up the bag of chips with the other, tossing them in the back seat. It wasn't too hard to find a parking space - there was more than enough room for the early-model Mercedes he was driving. He grabbed a messenger bag sitting in the passenger seat next to him and got out of the car, shutting the door firmly before fiddling with the keys to ensure it was locked. 


He approached the building, looking himself over once more before opening the door and looking inside. He checked in with a rather serious looking lady - she clearly wasn’t thrilled to see him, evidenced further by the remark she made: “You’re strangely human-looking to be here. Go take a seat.” As he took a seat at the table, he gave the rest of the fellow staff-to-be a small, nervous wave. He wasn’t sure how they’d be, considering the attitude he’d gotten from the stern lady. His eyes looked over each of the faculty, admiring their unique features, but carefully avoiding staring.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Samson regarded Slade's quip with another chuckle and an amused smile. "Yes, may we hope. And although you may not call it a sense of humor, your observations are still amusing to me. Especially since you are speaking of sight without eyes to see." Almost as if in response to Samson's quip regarding his lack of a head, Slade proceeded to, in response to the mermaid, put on what passed for his head. Samson watched in slight amazement as the pumpkin morphed into a rather normal-looking human head. Samson hoped Slade was planning on keeping that head on, at least for the first part of the school year. Wouldn't want to scare the students away, after all.


Samson glanced at what Slade was writing and raised an eyebrow, the expression only deepening as the Dullahan openly flirted with the mermaid in a rather open manner. He found himself frowning a bit at this. Blatant forwardness and flirtiness, especially towards someone one hasn't gotten to know, was always something Samson disagreed with. His father was quite the charmer and philanderer, thus Samson himself was born. Most of his siblings came from other mothers as well. Thus, Samson vowed to save any romantic advances for someone he's gotten to know rather well, and choose his possible love interests carefully. Just another way Samson was trying to be as unlike his father as possible. Glancing over at Kiraan, he was surprised to find a slight frown marring her features as she peered at Slade's... interesting notes, one could say. Grateful for her attempt at changing the subject, Samson thought her words over for a moment before replying. "Yes, you are quite right. I'm rather surprised I got into teaching myself, but it seems like something I would enjoy doing and something that could make a great deal of difference in the world, considering how closely this school is being observed by the country at large."  


Samson smiled back at Thudan, nodding in understanding as she mentioned her difficulties with either other half-dragons or full-blooded dragons/ Both could breathe fire and be rather destructive, so it could be either or both. "You are forgiven. I know just how reckless they can get, and so I decided I simply would not live up to the reputation my kind has unfortunately made for themselves." Samson made note of Thudan's name and she mentioned it, then observed the conversation for a few moments before nodding towards Thudan at her question about high schools. 'Yes, I went to a human high school and I can confirm most teachers were women." He was then mentally assaulted by flashbacks of his time at the human school: having to wear a large coat all the time to hide himself (the extra warmth also helped), having very few friends, being picked on by the other kids for having "weird ears." That was over a century ago, and though the pain of those memories had faded over time, they were still rather unpleasant to think about.


Thankfully, these thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of someone new. Another man, surprisingly, and even more surprisingly than that, he looked rather human. Samson politely smiled at the man and waved back with one clawed hand. "I see another of our coworkers has arrived. Samson is what they call me. May I ask your name and race, sir?"


@cfeesh @StoneWolf18 @Skryx @Seraph

 

[Forehead]

Lorenzo hopped into his car, eager to begin the hour drive to the school, he stepped into his Ferrari, revving the engine as the black smoke poured out from the back of the car. Placing a brief case on the shotgun seat, he looked down to the pile of books where he placed his feet to move the gas and brake pedal before closing the doors. "I'm going to work, honey!" He exclaimed, directed to his wife and their daughter Scarlett before reversing out onto the streets of his luxurious neighbourhood, setting the GPS embedded near the mirror as he drove. "Turn Left in four hundred metres." The robotic female informed, following her orders for the brief fifty five minutes before the school came in sight, grinning he stabbed his foot down on the gas pedal as the car zoomed forward, fast enough just for the thrill though slow enough not to get caught by any police though infact not police seemed to be in the area at this time.


Lorenzo raced down the streets, burning the tires of his Ferrari F80. Sticking his head out of the open window, he drifted to a turn, abiding by the stop light though probably not the rules of the road itself. Feeling the wind in his hair, he looked around for the school he was assigned to teach in, he hadn't really a problem with the mortals, his daughter was a mortal, leprechaun hybrid. His wife was a witch who had incanted an immortality spell on herself and her husband, so the odds of them meeting was inevitable. Turning onto school grounds, he managed to swerve around an incoming bus, watching the various students applaud, it only inspired him to do more. Hitting on both the brakes and gas pedal while turning the wheel to the left, the scar spun around 360 degrees before parking in one of the required spots.  Pushing the door open, the small man picked up the various books kept on the gas pedal and brakes that made his driving possible, placing them in an open brief case on the side, latching it together before walking off, the doors of the car sliding shut before locking.


Looking to Armel of whom he'd arrived shortly after, he grinned, following the man he felt probably looked as ugly or maybe a bit more uglier than himself, following into the conference room he looked up to the woman with the attendance clipboard for a moment. "Lorenzo, should be in there." He said with a wink before walking into the actual room, taking a vacant seat before glancing around to the various teachers.

 

[cfeesh]

"I'm Conrad Fischer." Conrad responded to Samson's question. "It's nice to meet you!" he continued, holding out a hand for the man to shake. Having spent the majority of his life around plain ol' humans, he was not completely used to the appearance of supernatural beings, smiling a little as he looked the half-dragon over. "I'm some sort of human-reptile mishmash, I suppose. Endothermic and such." With this, he pulled up the sleeve of his suit jacket up to his elbow, taking the dress shirt along with it. On the end of his elbow, glistening, flesh-colored scales revealed themselves under the artificial light of the conference room. "This is usually what gives me away." he sad with a smirk.


As the other two males arrived, he turned his head from Samson for a moment, acknowledging their entrance with raised eyebrows and a nod. He then turned back to the male and said "This is the first time I've been around so many openly supernatural people at once. It's refreshing, in a way." 

 

[DergTheDergon]

"Conrad," Samson repeated, "Nice to meet you as well, good sir." Looking at the outstretched hand worriedly for a moment, he then shook it carefully so as not to dig into the man's flesh with his claws. Conrad's hand seemed rather abnormally warm for looking so human, and it was only until the man explained his apparent race that Samson put the pieces together. He studied the scales Conrad showed off with curiosity, then found himself smiling a bit. "Well, consider yourself fortunate that you've such an easily hidden giveaway," he quipped, giving a quick flap of the his wings so as to accentuate his point. "It's good to meet another part-reptilian. Winter must be hell for you as well. I need at least three layers of warm clothing not to be freezing when it becomes cold outside." Just then, yet another man entered the room. Samson looked the short fellow over, then spoke towards him. 'A Leprechaun, I presume? All types in here already, and I don't believe this is all of us. What do they call you, sir?" 


@cfeesh @Forehead

 

[Forehead]

Lorenzo looked up to Samson, then to Conrad and back. "Sure as 'ell I am!" He exclaimed, followed by a choked laugh as he coughed shortly after, holding out his wrinkly hand for a handshake. "Hope me green attire didn't give it away, Mister Stockman to the kids, call me Lorenzo." He explained, grinning it only shone more light on his row of gold teeth. His eyes blinked slowly as he looked up to Conrad, the lighting in the room wasn't of much help and in the decades he'd been alive, it was one of the only things he hadn't mastered, maybe all leprechauns were like this, didn't really matter now as he met these two. "I've told you my name, ever heard of tellin' me yers?" He joked, "No excused youngling, explain yerself." @DergTheDergon @cfeesh


(Sorry for short, having some sort of writers block.)

 

[Seraph]

Slade smiled while talking to the mermaid and once he saw her sharp toothy grin he felt a chill down his spine but couldn't help but give a little chuckle. "Oh indeed I am sure it will be a very interesting book...I am sure that you will love it Thudan." He started taking more notes as more new teachers came into perspective taking careful note of structure and species listing recipes beside their name descriptions. When Thudan spoke to him again he looked up from his careful calligraphy smiling at her remark about his head. "Usually yes this the only head I use, unless you don't think this one is adequate." Then turning to face Samson with slightly less enthusiasm and replying to his remark, "Yes, I don't have a head...or eyes but as of right now I do. My lack of a head doesn't impede my sensory processes." Immediately after which a man sat himself next to him and started eyeing him, "Can I assist you with something?" 


Then Slade saw a the apparent part reptile man and the leprechaun enter into the room and he flashed both of then a grin just to be polite but quickly turned his attention back to writing in calligraphy. As he was writing on the parchment smoothly he started asking Thudan some questions while they had some apparent time, "So, what is it like to swim in the ocean? What do the fish look like when they aren't...you know...on ice? What was it like to be a heart throb of the ocean?" He spoke in a way to keep the conversation between the two of them. Not particularly trying to hide that he was talking to her just not inviting everyone into the conversation.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Seeing as the room was filling up, the principal decided to begin and scold anyone for being late. Entering the room, she set the clipboard down on the oak table before allowing her cool violet gaze to examining all the supernatural creatures present as she cleared her throat, the perfume she was wearing now wafting around the front of the room. It both sweet and tart. “Seeing as most of you are here, I’ll begin.” Her tone was emotionless and bored with an odd commanding edge to it. With a brief motion of her hand, small packets of papers materialized in front of everyone seated at the table and the slide on the screen behind her advanced. It having the name of the school with her name beside the title of ‘Principal’ it reading ‘Jessica Berg.’ “As you can see behind me, I will be overseeing all of you. Which is a good thing no doubt considering most of you are less than qualified.” Jessica glanced towards Thudan briefly before continuing. “Or unfit to be teaching.” Her eyes flicked to the leprechaun. “Yes Mister Lorenzo, reckless driving isn’t something to be proud of.” The slide then advanced again to a map of the school. “Your room numbers a located in those papers of yours along with information on logging into the district computer system, accessing the provided email address, and other important things. I recommend not losing it.” The PowerPoint continued once more, but to a blank screen. “There are already guidelines in your classrooms on what material you need to cover before the end of the school year. How you cover it is up to you, as is running your classroom. The students are going to fully be aware of your species because you are going to tell them. If you don’t, I will make sure it is painfully apparent for the next month. Is that clear? Good. Just please refrain from harming, eating, or using any of your abilities on them. However if discipline and insubordination is an issue, you have the right to scare them and make them serve detention which should be even more terrifying than the former. If both fail to correct behavior, send them to me. I’ll make sure that they will think before doing anything of the sort again.” A schedule then appeared on the screen behind the woman. “You have a copy of this as well as your personal daily one. It is our schedule for the school year. Any temporary changes will be emailed to you a few days in advance as well as an announcement to made the day prior to the student body.”

First Period || 8: 25 AM - 9: 20 AM
Second Period || 9: 25 AM - 10: 20 AM
Third Period || 10: 25 AM - 11: 20 AM
Fourth Period || 11: 25 AM - 12: 20 PM
Fifth Period || 12: 25 PM - 1: 20 PM
Sixth Period || 1: 25 PM - 2: 20 PM
Seventh Period || 2: 25 PM - 3: 20 PM
Eighth Period || 3: 25 PM - 4: 20 PM
​

“Lunch-” The sorceress continued. “Will be served for everyone during fifth period. That is when everyone has study hall. It is split into two groups, first and second. I’m sure that’s self explanatory.” Glancing to a clock on the wall, Ms. Berg having noticed it read eight o’ five quickly finished. “If you have any questions you know where to find me. Now go.” She gestured to the door, T’lare lying by her feet, absorbed in his task of chewing on a stuffed unicorn toy.


Flipped through the pages she had, seeing her room number was listed as one hundred and five in the social sciences and history pod of rooms. Looking to everyone else in the room, she opened her mouth to speak as the principal walked out. “It was nice meeting you all…” She said with a slightly nod of her head before standing and heading towards the door. Exiting the vampiress would then turn left and begin down the hall, searching for the correct room. It didn't take long for it to be found before entering and flipping on the lights. The floor was the same cement as the hall with the standard beige desks and chairs arranged with their right sides facing her as the front of the room (which was marked via a projecter and screen flanked by two whiteboards) was in that direction with the back to her left. The desk she assumed she would occupy was positioned at the far end in the back most corner facing out towards the door and where the students would sit. Fair enough. Moving over towards the small space and taking a seat in the office-like chair, Kiraan eyed the many pages and a few books stacked neatly on the small expanse's surface.


This...was going to take a bit.


Glancing at the clock that was conveniently placed in the back of the room, it was now eight o' nine. Students would begin filing in any minute now...


Great. 




@DergTheDergon @NeoStigma. @Forehead @Seraph @Skryx @cfeesh @Fanaa

Spoiler

[SIZE= 72px]Please do not start the first period as I will do that in my next post. After this, I will always advance the class hours with a large heading making it very clear what time of day we are at. Sometimes I might make one long post detailing what went on, sometimes I'll be brief. Not every hour should have something major going on. [/SIZE][SIZE= 72px]This role play will also include some out-of-school interaction via many forms wether it be relationships formed to inviting everyone out for drinks. This is HEAVILY encouraged! As for the students, be original and creative. I don't want any too many high school cliches.[/SIZE]

 

[cfeesh]

Conrad thumbed through the folder, pushing his glasses up his face as he scanned each page. After a solid minute of examination, he stood up from the table, walking to the assigned classroom - 203. It took a little bit of searching, but eventually he found the room, relieved that it didn't take him too long. When he entered the room, he was delighted to see neat rows of computers, already humming quietly and warming up the room quite nicely. He pressed a few keys on the keyboard to wake the computer up, and proceeded to get an idea of what he was working with - it seemed to be a standard Windows 7 system, neatly networked together with a remote drive for submitting assignments. Satisfied with this, the male took a seat at his teacher's desk at the front of the room, picking up a name plaque sitting on the desk and running his thumb over the engraved name - "MR. FISCHER". Nice touch. he thought to himself. Now, it was just a matter of time before the students arrived for class. He took a Sharpie marker out of his suit jacket and wrote down a few notes for himself, waving his hand in the warm air of the computer lab to dry the ink.

 

[NeoStigma]

Simon looked at the masses of staff that gathered for the meeting. Already ashamed of his blunder he kept his mouth shut in hopes to prevent himself from anymore stupidity. Simon quickly memorized the schedule with little to no effort, then he moved on to his fellow staff members it was simple enough but he didn't get the chance to get anyone's name due to his tardiness.  Then again heroes always come in fashionably late. Simon was quite pleased that he had his own broom closet to himself, he began to debate which item should he sneak in first, the ice cream machine, or his PS4......He also had the couch and Flat Screen TV to worry about. Before Simon could solidify a plan the staff was excused, Simon waited a bit till a good portion of the staff left. He then apologized to the principle for getting lost before he excused himself. He quickly made his way back out to his van and opened up the trunk. 

"Alright! Get out! Get off of your lazy asses. Jim Don't you give me that look you know very well what we signed up for. Oi! You too Tim." Simon barked his orders as a line of zombies came marching out of the van each of them wearing a blue custodian uniform with their names crudely written on it. 

"BURGAHH?!" groaned a Zombie as he limped to the group of undead that stood in front of Simon. 

"Folks this is what we have been training for! Prepare yourself..... we are about to enter a battle you've never seen before. We do not have knights after our necks, we do not have the Vatican dispatching exorcists after us....Instead we are about to deal with teenagers! Do you know what this means? This means acne! Depression! Bullying. Hormone imbalance! And worse of all.... teenagers with attitudes edgier than the point of Excalibur itself! So get your heads in the game, we gotta show em that we are the guardians of this school, no longer will they have to fear the horrors of the public restrooms, no longer do they have to fear litter and trash! We shall protect them not only as custodians, but as security guards as well!" Simon looked at his minions with a sense of seriousness, his words so charismatic one could almost hear the inspirational music playing the background (Probably because Tim the Zombie was holding a boom box playing the music in the background.). It was so inspiring, heartfelt....to Simon and the zombies.... to the students walking by it looked like a scene from the walking dead....

"Now...if you are with me say I" Simon said as he raised his cold undead fist.

"BRUGAAAAHAHAHAAAAAA! URGAAAAAH! MURGAAAAH!" Groaned the zombies. Simon looked at his rag tag crew of undead minions.

"That was good enough! First mission, sneak in the couch in the broom closet, followed by the TV and PS4." Simon said with a crazy grin. With that  he cued Tim, the minion zombie then swapped tracks, and the mission impossible theme song began to play ever so softly as the half of the horde of zombies began to unload the goodies from the Van. A PS4, a flat screen TV, a couch, and various other sorts of random snacks and sources of entertainment. Simon gave directions to the broom closet. He then posted himself up near the entrance to the school with the remaining forces of his undead minions. The students approached cautiously, probably wary about the stench or having their brains feasted upon. To the students surprise the Zombies smelled like roses, and the greeted them with a crooked abnormal smile. Unfortunately one of the zombies arm fell off, resulting to one of the more squeamish students to hurl all over the front steps of the school. 

"Oh shit...NOT to worry! I got it covered." Yelled out loud and with a wave of his hand he spawned in a mop that he used to clean the early breakfast chum splattered all over the pavement. 

"Seriously folks, there's nothing to worry about. These guys are harmless, they wouldn't hurt a fly." Simon said as one of the zombies offered the student who just threw up a handkerchief. The student cautiously took it and wiped her mouth before thanking the undead minion and scurrying on her way. This act of kindness somewhat eased the students coming in, yet the look of doubt was still widely found among the faces of the crowd. Simon stayed outside greeting the students with his signature Jack Skellington smile until the first bell rang. He then dispatched his minions throughout the hall and the parking lot to secure the parameters.

Eventually he made his way the broom closet where he found a mountain of his stuff waiting the hall way. "What the hell Jeff? I told you guys to put it inside the closet!"

""Muraaaaghhh!" protested the Zombie.

"Oh it doesn't fit...Why didn't you say so earlier." Sighed Simon as Jeff rolled his eyes. Simon opened up the closet door to find a small space filled with cleaning utensils. Simon scowled and muttered. "Now this won't do...." he then muttered some words in an unknown language  as purplish black aura spilled forward into the closet until the insides of the closet could not be seen. 

"Bippity boppity boo!" Simon said with a grin as he snapped his fingers, the closet was then replaced with a much, MUCH spacious room. He then nodded to his minions to bring in the stuff. He then cast another spell to levitate his stuff in place. Soon enough the couch was set in front of the TV and the PS4. To the side was a whole PC set up. Over to the right side of the wall was two arcade machines Time Crisis and Initial D. At the right hand side closer to the door was a table with the ice cream machine, hot dog machine, soda fountain machine, and microwave and sink. Admiring the set up he stepped out his makeshift break room closed the door, he then opened the door once more revealing the same broom closet from earlier. Simon then knocked three times, paused, knocked five times, paused, then knocked once and then he opened the door revealing his makeshift break room .Simon had cast a dimensional spell, something spell casters often used to increase the space of their work area. 

With that taken care of then went his way to the staff lounge to brew some coffee for his fellow staff members, he then boiled a pot of hot water for those who prefered tea instead. He set down some muffins next to the hot beverages. He then left a note saying: 

Dear fellow Staff members,

My names Simon Skullduggery, I am the head security and custodian. Here are some refreshments! I hope you all enjoy. If you need anything you can find me at the broom closet located near the water fountains of the third hall to the left of room 306. I hope you all have a good day! Cheers!

Yours truly,

The lovable Elder Lich: Skullduggery  

With that done, he went off to patrol the halls, wishing the rest of his supernatural companions the best of luck. 

 

[DergTheDergon]

Samson chuckled at the leprechaun's enthusiastic confirmation of his race. Samson smiled his toothy grin and carefully shook the little man's hand, chuckling again at Lorenzo's quip about the half-dragon not having given his own name yet. "Ha, I can tell we'll get along just fine, Lorenzo. Samson is what they call me, or Mr. Drakkis to my future students." As Slade replied to his quip, Samson nodded in understanding and said no more, leaving Slade to focus on chatting up Thudan as if she were the only other person in the room.


Samson thought of how else he could converse with his fellow staff members, but it was not to be for now. As much as part of him wanted to stay and chat all morning, the principal herself made very clear the fact that that was not going to be possible by entering the room and abruptly getting to business. After glancing down at the papers that appeared before him, and the slide displayed behind Ms. Berg, Samson's deep red eyes focused onto her and respectfully gave her his full attention, eyes level with her own and clawed hands neatly folded in his lap, from the moment she cleared her throat to the moment she dismissed the group, his keen Draconian nose tickled by the scent of her perfume. He smirked a little at her sharp quips at a couple of the other new teachers, matched with glares towards whom she was referring to, and even an extra few acidic words for Lorenzo. Samson saw it as a good sign that she seemed to not be referring to him, though he had no doubt she'd be able to find something to call him out on. His smoking habit perhaps, maybe something else.


Samson listened carefully to all Ms. Berg had to say, taking out a pen and notepad and carefully scrawling a few notes out in meticulous cursive with a rather overlarge pen (overlarge for a human, anyway; his claws required that he use this size of implement to write). Samson began to stand the moment Ms. Berg said to go; looking at the time, it seemed that he'd better hurry and find his classroom. Hearing Kiraan's words, he looked towards the vampiress with a smile and replied "likewise. I've a feeling this is going to be quite the interesting year for all of us... and the students."


Turning and exiting the room with his remark still hanging in the air, Samson quickly reviewed his room number and the map that accompanied it, stowed the packet under his arm neatly, heading first to the teacher's lounge as it was closeby and he wished to survey the plac.e To his surprise, breakfast and coffee was already set out. He gratefully took a muffin and took a bite out of it as he read the note, his eyes widening as he read. "An elder Lich? All types here indeed..." He whispered in awe. "Seem to be a nice enough fellow."  He then followed the hallway signs to the language arts department while taking a sip of the coffee he also poured for himself along with taking his muffin, then subsequently to what would be his classroom, room 106.


He surveyed his surroundings scrutinously; three rows of five desks each on opposite sides of the room, an aisle in the middle which he imagined himself walking up and down as he gave lectures and instructions, and a desk at the back of the room opposite the whiteboard. First, before anything else, he took a brand new red marker from the ledge at the base of the whiteboard and wrote "Mr. Drakkis" in big, meticulous, almost feminine script. He was glad whiteboard markers were thick enough not to be a pain to write with, considering his claws. With that done, he capped the marker and placed it back on the ledge before striding over to his desk and taking a closer look, smiling a bit at the name plate placed neatly on his desk already. His smiled broadened when he saw a stool, the kind one would find in the school's art department most likely, placed behind the desk for him to sit in instead of one of those damnable tail-and-wing-restricting desk chairs. Whoever furnished this room must have been a psychic, or at least a very thoughtful individual. Also ,he couldn't help but notice his desk was made of sturdy glass and metal, not wood like many desks were made of, likely to prevent burning of school property. They really had thought of everything.


Shaking his head to focus not on the awe at whomever designed this room and more on the inevitable flood of students into this classroom, he stood at the front desk and nodded at the students politely as they began filing in. Samson felt both nervousness and anticipation f or his first class, as well as excitement for the possibility of getting to mingle with the other staff at a later time today. This was the first time he'd seen so many other supernaturals in the same place at any given time; hell, it was the first time so many supernaturals gathered in one public place for centuries most likely, not to mention without hiding thier natures from humans at all. Samson contemplated how he would end up introducing himself and explaining what he was to the class as he waited for the sound of the first period bell.    

 

[Skryx]

"You think so?" Thudan asked, amused. "Well then, you'll have to be sure to show me sometime." She looked up as more teachers came in, listening to their conversations and noting their names. It made a good impression to greet people by name, especially strangers. "Oh, not at all," she replied the Dullahan. "I was just wondering how many pumpkins you carried around on a daily basis." Not that she could talk, she did keep a few packets of salt in her jacket pocket just in case. Slade seemed intent on keeping up a conversation, so she swiveled slightly in her chair to face him better.  


"The ocean is a magnificent creature," Thudan told him quietly. "Powerful, vast, unending, unstoppable and alive. To swim in it is to be a part of that. But very few land-dwellers can understand that feeling." She leaned back, taking a more relaxed air and waving her hand. "And the fish are fish of course. A part of the ocean too, some pretty, some graceful, others terrifying. They look much happier in the ocean, taste much better too." She didn't answer his last question, merely tilting her head to one side. "Was?" was all she said, slightly teasing.


The principal started talking then, and Thudan switched her full attention over to her. She only smiled when the woman implied she was less than qualified, listening attentively to her briefing. When that was done, she opened her packet, skimming through the sheets lightly, just enough to get her bearings. Room 417 was her next class. Gods, that was a long way up. Still, plenty of time. Standing up, she packed away her things, deciding to stop by the staff lounge on the way. She spared a wave and a smile to any colleagues who were looking and breezed out the door, smiling down fondly at the dog as she passed. That would be her first goal: befriend the dog. Opening the door to the lounge, she was pleasantly surprised to find drinks and muffins set out. Simon Skullduggery, she mused, reading the note. I like this man already. Taking just a muffin (she had a bottle filled with salt water already), she went on her way. 


Room 417 was a standard classroom, the usual chairs and tables, whiteboards, projector, though she was more used to large lecture halls and labs. Ignoring the teacher's chair for now, she settled on the desk, leaning against it comfortably. Picking up the course books, she flipped through them, seeing if there were any interesting chapters. Disappointingly, not a lot of animal chapters. Or that on oceans. She sighed. How long will it take to make it rain? Glancing out the window (at least this room had a nice view for being so tediously high up) she sized up the clouds. Unsatisfied, she pushed off the desk and opened all the windows fully, letting in the air. It was reasonably overcast today. She held out a hand to test the air and nodded to herself. Just a light rain then. But windy. Shouldn't last further than third period. She paced the room, taking in the small details of it, and glanced at her watch. Five minutes more.


Outside, the wind started to pick up. 


@Seraph