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Fantasy Oriens Academy [Reboot]
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princekyle
The Angel Prince
Julien Moreau
Location: In room 182
With: Kazuki
Julien clasped his hands together.
"Wonderful. I'm sure you must be starving." Julien said with a wide grin, picking up his now locked briefcase.
And I am certainly interested in seeing more of the studentbase... Julien thought to himself, his mind running to a million different places.
Julien opened the door of their shared room and turned around to Kazuki.
"Are you coming?" he asked, with an inviting smile.
Location: In room 182
With: Kazuki
Julien clasped his hands together.
"Wonderful. I'm sure you must be starving." Julien said with a wide grin, picking up his now locked briefcase.
And I am certainly interested in seeing more of the studentbase... Julien thought to himself, his mind running to a million different places.
Julien opened the door of their shared room and turned around to Kazuki.
"Are you coming?" he asked, with an inviting smile.
WoodenZebra
Nyan Nyan Cat vektör
Matt Asada
location:Front of school
with:No one(yet)
Matt went to the front of the school in his dragon form decending onto the ground looking around to make sure no one was nearby so he could land safely.Then he walked inside the school thinking someone would greet him.
location:Front of school
with:No one(yet)
Matt went to the front of the school in his dragon form decending onto the ground looking around to make sure no one was nearby so he could land safely.Then he walked inside the school thinking someone would greet him.
CallSign
Deus vult!
Christine Hyland
Location: Eastern Dormitories, Third Floor Hallways
With: Calvin Armstrong
The ringing in Christine's ears lingered a few moments. It seemed her request had been either denied or ignored. However, her ears were adapting to the volume, which, while it provided a bit of a buffer against the onslaught of sound, also meant she'd be needing to reform her inner ears afterward. She let a pause into the conversation as the ringing faded, allowing her to hear herself think as she spoke.
"Do I ever fight the students?" she mused. "No, I don't think you could call it that. Most students here are too attached to their weapons and gimmicks to put up a real fight. Y'know, lean on a crutch, forget to walk, all that." Christine's tone became more personable as she became more distracted from being on-duty. "It's still amazing how many try to walk around with blades, too. They try to hide them in some sort of hideyhole, but c'mon, don't they know not to reach for them when they're caught off-guard?
"It's like, this is a school, y'know? Students are supposed to be here to learn, not fight. If you're here to learn to fight, keep that stuff in the training rooms. You don't need to bring your super special family heirloom, only for it to be confiscated. Plus, the faculty are here to protect us. They should be able to protect us better than any one of these brats could with their immature abilities. Just, seriously?" Christine shook her head, expressing exasperation. "It's no wonder all the countries are on such bad terms with each other. All the kids they send here are just itching to fight, and when the ones available to fight are other races..." She trailed off as she caught herself about to say something controversial.
She coughed as she changed the subject. "Anyway, have you had breakfast yet? Do you need help finding your way to class? Anything at all?"
Location: Eastern Dormitories, Third Floor Hallways
With: Calvin Armstrong
The ringing in Christine's ears lingered a few moments. It seemed her request had been either denied or ignored. However, her ears were adapting to the volume, which, while it provided a bit of a buffer against the onslaught of sound, also meant she'd be needing to reform her inner ears afterward. She let a pause into the conversation as the ringing faded, allowing her to hear herself think as she spoke.
"Do I ever fight the students?" she mused. "No, I don't think you could call it that. Most students here are too attached to their weapons and gimmicks to put up a real fight. Y'know, lean on a crutch, forget to walk, all that." Christine's tone became more personable as she became more distracted from being on-duty. "It's still amazing how many try to walk around with blades, too. They try to hide them in some sort of hideyhole, but c'mon, don't they know not to reach for them when they're caught off-guard?
"It's like, this is a school, y'know? Students are supposed to be here to learn, not fight. If you're here to learn to fight, keep that stuff in the training rooms. You don't need to bring your super special family heirloom, only for it to be confiscated. Plus, the faculty are here to protect us. They should be able to protect us better than any one of these brats could with their immature abilities. Just, seriously?" Christine shook her head, expressing exasperation. "It's no wonder all the countries are on such bad terms with each other. All the kids they send here are just itching to fight, and when the ones available to fight are other races..." She trailed off as she caught herself about to say something controversial.
She coughed as she changed the subject. "Anyway, have you had breakfast yet? Do you need help finding your way to class? Anything at all?"
SkippyGranola
Junior Member
Calvin Armstrong
Location: Eastern Dormitories, Third Floor Hallway
With: Christine Hyland
Calvin listened intently to Christine's storied experiences, taking special note of how, apparently, armed students unconsciously keep their weapons at hand. Calvin's left femur silently grumbled in knowing agreement.
"THAT MUST BE A VERY CHALLENGING JOB," Calvin said diplomatically. "IT MUST BE SATISFYING TO CATCH A STUDENT DOING SOMETHING WRONG, ISN'T IT? I AM SURE THAT BEING ON THE DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE IS BETTER THAN YOU MAKE IT SOUND."
It was at that point that Calvin recognized Christine's blatantly obvious wincing whenever he spoke. Completely oblivious of his own volume, Calvin had accidentally hurt another student! Grinning sheepishly, Calvin did his best to apologize.
"IS MY VOICE HURTING YOU? I AM VERY SORRY! PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I AM NOT ACTUALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. ALL COMPONENTS SPEAK AS ONE, AND THEIR VOICES OVERLAP. IT IS AN UNFORTUNATE SIDE EFFECT OF MY CONDITION, BUT NOT ONE I CAN CONTROL. FOR YOUR SAKE, I WILL KEEP MYSELF FROM SPEAKING AS MUCH AS I CAN!"
Calvin scraped the back of his skull sheepishly. Calvin's problem with volume was not something he could easily sweep under the rug, and it was a problem that would almost certainly pervade his entire life. The only solution to this issue was learning sign language, an old artifact of a language from back when humans ruled the earth and people didn't summarily execute handicapped citizens. The thought of learning a dead language solely for the benefit of others was almost preposterous!
As the thought of history and ancient language crossed his mind, Calvin's bones came to a rather sudden realization. Class would surely begin soon, and Calvin didn't know where it would begin! His barren sockets gaped imploringly at Christine, and he put on as needy a tone as he could muster.
"THE COMPONENTS HAVE FORGOTTEN WHERE MY NEXT CLASS IS. COULD YOU PLEASE LEAD ME TO CLASS? AS FAR AS I AM AWARE, MY NEXT CLASS SHOULD BE YOURS AS WELL."
Location: Eastern Dormitories, Third Floor Hallway
With: Christine Hyland
Calvin listened intently to Christine's storied experiences, taking special note of how, apparently, armed students unconsciously keep their weapons at hand. Calvin's left femur silently grumbled in knowing agreement.
"THAT MUST BE A VERY CHALLENGING JOB," Calvin said diplomatically. "IT MUST BE SATISFYING TO CATCH A STUDENT DOING SOMETHING WRONG, ISN'T IT? I AM SURE THAT BEING ON THE DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE IS BETTER THAN YOU MAKE IT SOUND."
It was at that point that Calvin recognized Christine's blatantly obvious wincing whenever he spoke. Completely oblivious of his own volume, Calvin had accidentally hurt another student! Grinning sheepishly, Calvin did his best to apologize.
"IS MY VOICE HURTING YOU? I AM VERY SORRY! PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I AM NOT ACTUALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. ALL COMPONENTS SPEAK AS ONE, AND THEIR VOICES OVERLAP. IT IS AN UNFORTUNATE SIDE EFFECT OF MY CONDITION, BUT NOT ONE I CAN CONTROL. FOR YOUR SAKE, I WILL KEEP MYSELF FROM SPEAKING AS MUCH AS I CAN!"
Calvin scraped the back of his skull sheepishly. Calvin's problem with volume was not something he could easily sweep under the rug, and it was a problem that would almost certainly pervade his entire life. The only solution to this issue was learning sign language, an old artifact of a language from back when humans ruled the earth and people didn't summarily execute handicapped citizens. The thought of learning a dead language solely for the benefit of others was almost preposterous!
As the thought of history and ancient language crossed his mind, Calvin's bones came to a rather sudden realization. Class would surely begin soon, and Calvin didn't know where it would begin! His barren sockets gaped imploringly at Christine, and he put on as needy a tone as he could muster.
"THE COMPONENTS HAVE FORGOTTEN WHERE MY NEXT CLASS IS. COULD YOU PLEASE LEAD ME TO CLASS? AS FAR AS I AM AWARE, MY NEXT CLASS SHOULD BE YOURS AS WELL."
WoodenZebra
Nyan Nyan Cat vektör
Matt Asada
location:Hallway
with:No one
Matt was lost,and he knew he'd be late to class because it would start soon.Matt heard a bit of talking on the third floor and ran up the steps still in his dragon form,and kept running until he saw two figures standing in the hallway,"Excuse me,but can you help me find where my next class.I'm lost" Matt said
location:Hallway
with:No one
Matt was lost,and he knew he'd be late to class because it would start soon.Matt heard a bit of talking on the third floor and ran up the steps still in his dragon form,and kept running until he saw two figures standing in the hallway,"Excuse me,but can you help me find where my next class.I'm lost" Matt said
amdreams
Black Market Witch
Vash
Location: Dining Hall
With: Corbin @Abyss (within proximity of Rose, Kylier and Michael)
Vash felt conflicted. On one hand, this dragon kid was offering his hand out for a handshake. And it'd be mean to ignore it. But on the other hand, literally, in Vash's hands were some bacon . . . He thought a bit of what to do before stuffing his face, maintaining eye contact with Corbin. Then met the drake's hand with his own, very greasy one. " . . . Friends . . . " he whispered, eyes sparkling.
Was this it? Were they friends now? That's how it worked right? They shook the hands of mutual friendship contract. They were now obligated to be friends. Vash didn't have many guy friends. Or any now . . . Rest in peace. OH! This was going to be so exciting. They could get their nails done. Talk about cute food. And fight crime together as a masked superhero duo. Ah! He'd need to make costumes! He looked Corbin up and down but numbers were really lost on him . . . "How fat are you?" he asked, legitimately not meaning anything by it.
~~~~~
Rose
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kylier (within proximity of Michael, Vash and Corbin)
"Well, no. That's why I was asking you." Rose took a sip of her coffee. "Besides, I'd be abusing power if I had anyone following him, whether a student or not. Besides, we don't have the resources for that."
At the mention of yesterday, her expression darkened. "Ugh . . . Don't remind me. I swear it just gets worse each year. But it's over now, though the paperwork isn't." She let out a sigh before drinking more coffee, tempted to just chug the hot liquid, that is if it wasn't a just awful idea. She seemed to cheer up after a bit. "But I'll get it done soon enough. Plus my cousin's coming today, so I'm excited. I haven't seen her in forever. And she's just in time for the Unity Festival as well. It's going to be so fun. The booths and games. And my parents are coming too. Is your family coming?"
Location: Dining Hall
With: Corbin @Abyss (within proximity of Rose, Kylier and Michael)
Vash felt conflicted. On one hand, this dragon kid was offering his hand out for a handshake. And it'd be mean to ignore it. But on the other hand, literally, in Vash's hands were some bacon . . . He thought a bit of what to do before stuffing his face, maintaining eye contact with Corbin. Then met the drake's hand with his own, very greasy one. " . . . Friends . . . " he whispered, eyes sparkling.
Was this it? Were they friends now? That's how it worked right? They shook the hands of mutual friendship contract. They were now obligated to be friends. Vash didn't have many guy friends. Or any now . . . Rest in peace. OH! This was going to be so exciting. They could get their nails done. Talk about cute food. And fight crime together as a masked superhero duo. Ah! He'd need to make costumes! He looked Corbin up and down but numbers were really lost on him . . . "How fat are you?" he asked, legitimately not meaning anything by it.
~~~~~
Rose
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kylier (within proximity of Michael, Vash and Corbin)
"Well, no. That's why I was asking you." Rose took a sip of her coffee. "Besides, I'd be abusing power if I had anyone following him, whether a student or not. Besides, we don't have the resources for that."
At the mention of yesterday, her expression darkened. "Ugh . . . Don't remind me. I swear it just gets worse each year. But it's over now, though the paperwork isn't." She let out a sigh before drinking more coffee, tempted to just chug the hot liquid, that is if it wasn't a just awful idea. She seemed to cheer up after a bit. "But I'll get it done soon enough. Plus my cousin's coming today, so I'm excited. I haven't seen her in forever. And she's just in time for the Unity Festival as well. It's going to be so fun. The booths and games. And my parents are coming too. Is your family coming?"
Ldybug123
Six Thousand Club
princekyle
The Angel Prince
Julien Moreau
Location: Headed towards Dining Hall
With: Kazuki
Julien led Kazuki out the door of their room, and out of the student dormitories. His warm smile had shrunk down to a sly grin. He took careful note of his surroundings, comparing what he was looking at to the map inside of his briefcase. Julien had already done his best to memorize the school grounds to the best of his abilities.
After one or two slight wrong turns, 'detours' as Julien referred to them, the two found themselves inside the dining hall.
"Why don't you grab yourself something to eat? I'm going to go find a place to sit down." Julien said to Kazuki with a smile.
Julien's eyes darted around the Dining Hall, looking for something to grab his attention. Eventually, he had found it. A Dragon.
But... Julien could tell something was off. Was this not a pure dragon? A Nusu? It's not often that you see a Dragon Nusu.
Dragons are held in extremely high regard in Bahal, as they are a member of the Trinity. Knowing this, Julien has always tried his hardest to become very friendly with any race of the Trinity.
He immediately went over and placed a hand on a shoulder of the Dragon, whose name (unbeknownst to Julien) was Corbin.
"Many dragons in this place, are there?" Julien let out a laugh. "It would make sense. This school is for the best and brightest, after all."
Julien did his best to play to the Dragon's ego. In his past, he found that many dragons have a large ego. Again, though, this may not be a pure dragon...
@Ldybug123
@Abyss
Location: Headed towards Dining Hall
With: Kazuki
Julien led Kazuki out the door of their room, and out of the student dormitories. His warm smile had shrunk down to a sly grin. He took careful note of his surroundings, comparing what he was looking at to the map inside of his briefcase. Julien had already done his best to memorize the school grounds to the best of his abilities.
After one or two slight wrong turns, 'detours' as Julien referred to them, the two found themselves inside the dining hall.
"Why don't you grab yourself something to eat? I'm going to go find a place to sit down." Julien said to Kazuki with a smile.
Julien's eyes darted around the Dining Hall, looking for something to grab his attention. Eventually, he had found it. A Dragon.
But... Julien could tell something was off. Was this not a pure dragon? A Nusu? It's not often that you see a Dragon Nusu.
Dragons are held in extremely high regard in Bahal, as they are a member of the Trinity. Knowing this, Julien has always tried his hardest to become very friendly with any race of the Trinity.
He immediately went over and placed a hand on a shoulder of the Dragon, whose name (unbeknownst to Julien) was Corbin.
"Many dragons in this place, are there?" Julien let out a laugh. "It would make sense. This school is for the best and brightest, after all."
Julien did his best to play to the Dragon's ego. In his past, he found that many dragons have a large ego. Again, though, this may not be a pure dragon...
@Ldybug123
@Abyss
Ldybug123
Six Thousand Club
Abyss
It's lonely in the deep
Adrian
Location: Outside the Cafeteria
With: Naomi
The mission to rescue Azure wasn't going quite as quickly as Adrian hoped and the tick-tock of time he had left before the bell seemed to be pressing down on him like Zeditha's small claws were digging into his shirt. I really should invest into a time piece. So far the duo had swept through the Dorm hallways, questioning any passerbys that might have had a clue as to what new students were expected to arrive today and had already spoken to the receptionist on duty at registration only to be tossed out with a scolding when Zeditha got caught with her head in the candy jar, which was apparently a treat offered to students only. Throughout the rest of their search Adrian cradled the sulking monitor in his arms, handing out the occasional peace offering in the form of a slice of jerky even though he was well aware that deep down the lizard was probably gloating over the attention that the misdemeanour provided; such an unabashed creature, she never did seem to regret getting her way.
A hand latched onto him and he turned to face someone almost the same as hieght as himself: female, covered with silvery-blue scales and many fins; some of which seemed to actually replace her feet. Mermaid? Siren? The shapeshifter didn't have a lot of experience with Terrens so he couldn't be quite sure... "Huh? Oh, ya no problem I ca—lost, that might mean!—wait a second does that mean your new? A lot of new students get lost on their first day and I'm actually looking for the person that's supposed to be rooming in room 453. A friend of mine got locked in because the doorknob's busted and locked from the outside and they said to look for the other roommate to open the door; if that's you then I can take you to your dorm room and get a spare map from mine. I used to get lost alot too."
Corbin
Location: Dining Hall
With: Vash, Julian, Kazuki (also in proximity to Rose, Mel and Michael)
Corbin was delighted that Vash hadn't shrunk away from the offered hand, he didn't even mind that the other student's fingers weren't very clean. The drake's tail drifted across the surface of the Dining Hall floor in a fashion somewhat similar to that of a cat's or dog's in response to this happiness. In the moment just after he'd made the gesture they should shake hands the fear of being rejected had been tight in his chest, like it was trying to smother out his inner fire; it wouldn't be the first time that someone refused to touch him either: sometimes people didn't like the feeling of his scales against their skin or were nervous about his claws poking into it. Vash however didn't seem to be worried about anything other than where to put his bacon, finally opting to just gulf it down on the spot. It was a respectable decision, food shouldn't be wasted or left on its own for another mouth to snap up when you weren't watching. Corbin wasn't sure what was expected to happen next, whether they would converse together or just sit in that sort of companionable fashion but his long ears perked at the sudden mention of 'friends.' Having a friend would be awesome! The Nusu new a few people in the school but he didn't have anything that would really count as a real friend yet; sure people came and rented some of his movies from time to time and he let some of them download some of his music, but no one ever ate lunch or hung out with him after school—maybe Vash was someone who wouldn't mind doing things like that... Or wait, did he just call me fat?
Maybe Corbin had it wrong, maybe Vash was mocking him and didn't want to be friends and earlier he really didn't want to touch his hand and the bacon grease was supposed to gross him out and make him take his hand back—or maybe I didn't understand what he said right? The drake looked down at what he could see of himself then over at Vash beside him. Corbin wasn't fat, not anywhere close by dragon standards and he was both shorter and slimmer than his older brothers, but in comparison to the other boy he was defenetly... bigger than he was. Maybe Vash's race had different standards? The boy looked human, but he had a strange underlying smell almost like sulfer; maybe he was from the demon kingdom. "Well last time I checked I was at 6'— Corbin cut off mid sentence as a cool hand was placed on his shoulder distracting him from the somewhat strange topic at hand, not that a distraction wouldn't be somewhat helpful though if he was wrong about his theory.
When Corbin turned his snout to face the newcomer, or rather newcomers as it turned out the drake was met with the familar scent of a beastmen and what he was slowly learning to identify as being Terren. The beastmen, whoms hand it was on his shoulder was speaking now; talking about the other dragons at the school and Oriens being a rather prestigious school, and though Corbin cringed alittle at the mention of the others—they'd made their feelings on Nusus clear enough—something about this beastmens phraseing of the praise, or maybe the tone in which he voiced it was nagging at the inner fire within his chest. And it was true Oriens certainly did attract some pretty talented people.
"Yes, there are quite a few... others here and there, but your right this school is filled with so many different kinds of people; there really isn't anywhere else to find so many races gathered in one place. And it's not as restricted as some other places, more open... accepting" It felt a little awkward to talk about the school like this, Corbin thought of Oriens as being more of a safe haven than anything else and the feeling of safety and protection that came with being student wasn't just something he could describe at a moments notice.
"Ah, but I'm being rude: My name's Corbin and this is Vash." The drake said gesturing to his newfound friend. "Do you guys wanna sit down?"
Location: Outside the Cafeteria
With: Naomi
The mission to rescue Azure wasn't going quite as quickly as Adrian hoped and the tick-tock of time he had left before the bell seemed to be pressing down on him like Zeditha's small claws were digging into his shirt. I really should invest into a time piece. So far the duo had swept through the Dorm hallways, questioning any passerbys that might have had a clue as to what new students were expected to arrive today and had already spoken to the receptionist on duty at registration only to be tossed out with a scolding when Zeditha got caught with her head in the candy jar, which was apparently a treat offered to students only. Throughout the rest of their search Adrian cradled the sulking monitor in his arms, handing out the occasional peace offering in the form of a slice of jerky even though he was well aware that deep down the lizard was probably gloating over the attention that the misdemeanour provided; such an unabashed creature, she never did seem to regret getting her way.
A hand latched onto him and he turned to face someone almost the same as hieght as himself: female, covered with silvery-blue scales and many fins; some of which seemed to actually replace her feet. Mermaid? Siren? The shapeshifter didn't have a lot of experience with Terrens so he couldn't be quite sure... "Huh? Oh, ya no problem I ca—lost, that might mean!—wait a second does that mean your new? A lot of new students get lost on their first day and I'm actually looking for the person that's supposed to be rooming in room 453. A friend of mine got locked in because the doorknob's busted and locked from the outside and they said to look for the other roommate to open the door; if that's you then I can take you to your dorm room and get a spare map from mine. I used to get lost alot too."
Corbin
Location: Dining Hall
With: Vash, Julian, Kazuki (also in proximity to Rose, Mel and Michael)
Corbin was delighted that Vash hadn't shrunk away from the offered hand, he didn't even mind that the other student's fingers weren't very clean. The drake's tail drifted across the surface of the Dining Hall floor in a fashion somewhat similar to that of a cat's or dog's in response to this happiness. In the moment just after he'd made the gesture they should shake hands the fear of being rejected had been tight in his chest, like it was trying to smother out his inner fire; it wouldn't be the first time that someone refused to touch him either: sometimes people didn't like the feeling of his scales against their skin or were nervous about his claws poking into it. Vash however didn't seem to be worried about anything other than where to put his bacon, finally opting to just gulf it down on the spot. It was a respectable decision, food shouldn't be wasted or left on its own for another mouth to snap up when you weren't watching. Corbin wasn't sure what was expected to happen next, whether they would converse together or just sit in that sort of companionable fashion but his long ears perked at the sudden mention of 'friends.' Having a friend would be awesome! The Nusu new a few people in the school but he didn't have anything that would really count as a real friend yet; sure people came and rented some of his movies from time to time and he let some of them download some of his music, but no one ever ate lunch or hung out with him after school—maybe Vash was someone who wouldn't mind doing things like that... Or wait, did he just call me fat?
Maybe Corbin had it wrong, maybe Vash was mocking him and didn't want to be friends and earlier he really didn't want to touch his hand and the bacon grease was supposed to gross him out and make him take his hand back—or maybe I didn't understand what he said right? The drake looked down at what he could see of himself then over at Vash beside him. Corbin wasn't fat, not anywhere close by dragon standards and he was both shorter and slimmer than his older brothers, but in comparison to the other boy he was defenetly... bigger than he was. Maybe Vash's race had different standards? The boy looked human, but he had a strange underlying smell almost like sulfer; maybe he was from the demon kingdom. "Well last time I checked I was at 6'— Corbin cut off mid sentence as a cool hand was placed on his shoulder distracting him from the somewhat strange topic at hand, not that a distraction wouldn't be somewhat helpful though if he was wrong about his theory.
When Corbin turned his snout to face the newcomer, or rather newcomers as it turned out the drake was met with the familar scent of a beastmen and what he was slowly learning to identify as being Terren. The beastmen, whoms hand it was on his shoulder was speaking now; talking about the other dragons at the school and Oriens being a rather prestigious school, and though Corbin cringed alittle at the mention of the others—they'd made their feelings on Nusus clear enough—something about this beastmens phraseing of the praise, or maybe the tone in which he voiced it was nagging at the inner fire within his chest. And it was true Oriens certainly did attract some pretty talented people.
"Yes, there are quite a few... others here and there, but your right this school is filled with so many different kinds of people; there really isn't anywhere else to find so many races gathered in one place. And it's not as restricted as some other places, more open... accepting" It felt a little awkward to talk about the school like this, Corbin thought of Oriens as being more of a safe haven than anything else and the feeling of safety and protection that came with being student wasn't just something he could describe at a moments notice.
"Ah, but I'm being rude: My name's Corbin and this is Vash." The drake said gesturing to his newfound friend. "Do you guys wanna sit down?"
princekyle
The Angel Prince
Julien Moreau
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kazuki, Corbin, Vash
"So polite!" exclaimed Julien, as he presented himself in a formal bow, with one leg behind the other. He allowed his prominent francophone accent to take over for his next sentence.
"My name is Julien Moreau. This is my roommate, Kazuki."
His francophone accent once again faded to be slight.
"I would love to join you until classes begin. I've only just arrived, and friendly faces will be extremely prudent, no?"
Julien analyzed the Dragon, Corbin's, introduction. He seemed... slightly hostile in a way? Julien was extremely talented on picking up on inflections in other's voices, and he could tell there was a tinge of an uncomfortable feeling. Perhaps it was the thought of meeting a stranger.
Or...
Did Julien misinterpret the dragon's personality?
Musn't stereotype anymore, Julien. he thought to himself.
"So, we have a dragon... and what of your charming friend?" Julien asked, looking at Vash.
@Abyss
@Ldybug123
@amdreams
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kazuki, Corbin, Vash
"So polite!" exclaimed Julien, as he presented himself in a formal bow, with one leg behind the other. He allowed his prominent francophone accent to take over for his next sentence.
"My name is Julien Moreau. This is my roommate, Kazuki."
His francophone accent once again faded to be slight.
"I would love to join you until classes begin. I've only just arrived, and friendly faces will be extremely prudent, no?"
Julien analyzed the Dragon, Corbin's, introduction. He seemed... slightly hostile in a way? Julien was extremely talented on picking up on inflections in other's voices, and he could tell there was a tinge of an uncomfortable feeling. Perhaps it was the thought of meeting a stranger.
Or...
Did Julien misinterpret the dragon's personality?
Musn't stereotype anymore, Julien. he thought to himself.
"So, we have a dragon... and what of your charming friend?" Julien asked, looking at Vash.
@Abyss
@Ldybug123
@amdreams
Advent Azure
Cursed Background Character
Kylier
Location: Dining Hall
With: Rose (within proximity of Michael, Vash, Corbin, Julien, and Kazuki)
"It appears you know how to be responsible, and be in control of yourself. Sometimes, people get so caught up in having others follow the rules, that they work themselves to near death I've heard."
Kylier looked over out of the corner of her eye, looking at what looked like Vash's new friend, before returning to Rose.
"Ah, it is that time of year for that festival again I suppose. It sounds as though that is what drives you now. You are always pleasant to be around when you are like this Rose, rather than focusing on life's chores."
Kylier gave Rose a smile.
"Still, just like last time, I do not believe my parents will attend the festival this year. As sad as it sounds he's to busy for his only daughter. If Azure knew, I'm sure he would feel disappointed among all his other problems. It may be best kept a secret until it is to late... Or not"
Kylier wondered if her parents would actually make an appearance, she personally wasn't counting on it though.
"I will leave it to you if you decide to inform him of the event."
Location: Dining Hall
With: Rose (within proximity of Michael, Vash, Corbin, Julien, and Kazuki)
"It appears you know how to be responsible, and be in control of yourself. Sometimes, people get so caught up in having others follow the rules, that they work themselves to near death I've heard."
Kylier looked over out of the corner of her eye, looking at what looked like Vash's new friend, before returning to Rose.
"Ah, it is that time of year for that festival again I suppose. It sounds as though that is what drives you now. You are always pleasant to be around when you are like this Rose, rather than focusing on life's chores."
Kylier gave Rose a smile.
"Still, just like last time, I do not believe my parents will attend the festival this year. As sad as it sounds he's to busy for his only daughter. If Azure knew, I'm sure he would feel disappointed among all his other problems. It may be best kept a secret until it is to late... Or not"
Kylier wondered if her parents would actually make an appearance, she personally wasn't counting on it though.
"I will leave it to you if you decide to inform him of the event."
The Succubi Queen
Ethereal Goddess
Naomi Marie La Terre
She got a good look at the blonde as he turned to face her, and well, she was a little startled by how friendly he seemed. He was a little bit bigger than she was, but not by much. And his face was filled with metal. OH no, that was going to be so much fun. Part of her wanted to tug on his lip ring to see how he reacted, but she refrained. She reminded herself she needed to make a good impression. She was still royalty, even outside the school, and something told her cousin Rose would hear about and report any exploits.
"Oh, yes, that would be wonderful- did you say room 453?" She looked at the little key they had given her. It had a piece of paper attached to the key, listing her room number. "That's my room, it seems, so I might just be able help you." Talk about a random coincidence.
"Oh, forgive me. My name is Naomi." She extended a hand to the stranger. "And who might you be?" She wondered for a moment what this blonde looking punk was. He didn't have any notable features that attached him to any race or kingdom, but he couldn't be just a normal human, could he? Oh man, if he was a human, this was going to be great! She could mess with him all she wanted, and she wouldn't face any consequences-
Good impressions, Princess Naomi. A voice said in her head. She decided not to ask his race just yet.
She got a good look at the blonde as he turned to face her, and well, she was a little startled by how friendly he seemed. He was a little bit bigger than she was, but not by much. And his face was filled with metal. OH no, that was going to be so much fun. Part of her wanted to tug on his lip ring to see how he reacted, but she refrained. She reminded herself she needed to make a good impression. She was still royalty, even outside the school, and something told her cousin Rose would hear about and report any exploits.
"Oh, yes, that would be wonderful- did you say room 453?" She looked at the little key they had given her. It had a piece of paper attached to the key, listing her room number. "That's my room, it seems, so I might just be able help you." Talk about a random coincidence.
"Oh, forgive me. My name is Naomi." She extended a hand to the stranger. "And who might you be?" She wondered for a moment what this blonde looking punk was. He didn't have any notable features that attached him to any race or kingdom, but he couldn't be just a normal human, could he? Oh man, if he was a human, this was going to be great! She could mess with him all she wanted, and she wouldn't face any consequences-
Good impressions, Princess Naomi. A voice said in her head. She decided not to ask his race just yet.
Ldybug123
Six Thousand Club
CallSign
Deus vult!
Christine Hyland
Location: Eastern Dormitories, Third Floor Hallways
With: Calvin Armstrong, Matt Asada
A newcomer came up moments after Calvin stopped speaking and said something, but Christine didn't quite make out what he'd said. Luckily, she could hear "class" and "lost," so she could act as though she'd heard him. "Oh, that's where we're going, too. Just follow us!" She turned and began leading them through the school.
As they walked, Christine commented on a few things in passing, namely the school's layout. As they wound through more and more hallways, going outside and back inside multiple times, her commentary become more spirited, saying things like "needlessly contrived" or "designed by a sober dwarf." At last she stopped in front of a building behind the school, covered in glass and filled with greenery. "Well, this should be it. And hey, we made it with a good amount of time to spare!"
Location: Eastern Dormitories, Third Floor Hallways
With: Calvin Armstrong, Matt Asada
A newcomer came up moments after Calvin stopped speaking and said something, but Christine didn't quite make out what he'd said. Luckily, she could hear "class" and "lost," so she could act as though she'd heard him. "Oh, that's where we're going, too. Just follow us!" She turned and began leading them through the school.
As they walked, Christine commented on a few things in passing, namely the school's layout. As they wound through more and more hallways, going outside and back inside multiple times, her commentary become more spirited, saying things like "needlessly contrived" or "designed by a sober dwarf." At last she stopped in front of a building behind the school, covered in glass and filled with greenery. "Well, this should be it. And hey, we made it with a good amount of time to spare!"
SkippyGranola
Junior Member
Calvin Armstrong
Location: Greenhouse D, Outside Oriens
With: Christine Hyland (@CallSign), Matt Asada (@WoodenZebra)
Calvin looked at the vibrant greenery and palpable humidity around him, and tried to jog his train of thought. Searching his memory for what class he needed to go to, Calvin hummed distractedly. As he thought and hummed, the monstrous resonance of his amplified voice rang around the greenhouse's walls, rebounding against the thick glass windows and shaking through the plants on display. A single, low tone filled the soundscape, and the walls shook in sympathy.
It is a well-known fact that plants react to sounds directed at or around them. Through rigorous experimentation, it has been proved that playing classical or acoustic music to plants will notably improve their growth rate, while playing rock music will stymie their growth. The exact reason behind this strange phenomenon is well-understood by Elven scholars. Plants, so they say, are sentient. The aforementioned experiments with music prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt. Because plants can appreciate good music, they are intelligent, and because plants are intelligent, they can appreciate good music. Critics of this line of thought rarely hold their position for long, as is strangely common among critics of any Elf-born scholar. The most obvious conclusion to draw here is that Elven scholars, geniuses that they are, can convince even the most vehement doubter to change their minds with little effort whatsoever.
Advances in the theory of floral sapience during the War of Reckoning have brought forward a number of fascinating new forms of life. Simply by taking a human's soul and implanting it in a plant, the plant's true sapience can be awakened. Drawing similarities between these fantastic vanguards of nature and the brainwashed shock troops created by the Undead is seen in poor taste, and typically results in the instigator either willfully submitting themselves to reeducation or committing suicide in their homes later on. Perhaps the most famous of these uplifted plants is the Pitaya, a dutiful sentry created from a cactus. Pitayas are known for standing dormant wherever they are planted, patiently waiting. Upon hearing a potential intruder, the Pitaya immediately activates. With deadly accuracy and spines as thick as a man's finger, the Pitaya launches barbs up to fifty feet in the direction of the noise. Pitayas were put to good use by the Elves in the War of Reckoning, and were primarily placed in areas where lightly-armored humans alighted. Factories, camps, and schoolhouses were optimal targets for the diligent Elvish Pitaya Planters, and many an unarmored human was skewered under the watchful ears of the humble Pitaya.
Due to both their historical importance and the endless usefulness of the Pitaya breed, a number of them were stored in Greenhouse D, fully-grown and loaded to bear with spines. In times of peril, the specially-trained gardeners of Oriens will be instructed to place every combat-ready plant in the Greenhouses outside, forming the first line of defense. Indeed, it seems that the time for this is almost near, as a number of students and gardeners have mysteriously turned up dead in and around the Greenhouses. Perhaps some day the Pitayas will be given the chance to demonstrate their endless penchant for defending their homes.
Calvin's thoughts were derailed by a soft thwip sound from across the greenhouse. Several feet behind him, a thick Pitaya spine had embedded itself halfway through the greenhouse's glass walls.
"I DO NOT THINK THIS (thwip) IS THE CLASSROOM WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AT," Calvin said, absentmindedly fingering a pair of small, ragged holes torn in the breast of his shirt. He could not recall where the holes had come from, but made no note of it. "I DO NOT THINK THERE (thwip) ARE ANY CLASSES THAT TAKE PLACE (thwip) HERE."
Calvin gave Christine a patient grin. "I THINK THE FIRST (thwip) CLASS OF THE DAY USUALLY TAKES PLACE IN THE MAIN BUILDING. IF YOU COULD TAKE US THERE, I COULD TRY TO FIND THE SCHOOL (thwip) SCHEDULE. I WOULD LIKE TO LEAVE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE," Calvin said, gaping nervously at a large bush decorated with pink flowers. "I'VE HEARD THAT OLEANDER POLLEN IS TOXIC, AND I DON'T WANT (thwip) TO FIND OUT IF IT AFFECTS LICHES."
Location: Greenhouse D, Outside Oriens
With: Christine Hyland (@CallSign), Matt Asada (@WoodenZebra)
Calvin looked at the vibrant greenery and palpable humidity around him, and tried to jog his train of thought. Searching his memory for what class he needed to go to, Calvin hummed distractedly. As he thought and hummed, the monstrous resonance of his amplified voice rang around the greenhouse's walls, rebounding against the thick glass windows and shaking through the plants on display. A single, low tone filled the soundscape, and the walls shook in sympathy.
It is a well-known fact that plants react to sounds directed at or around them. Through rigorous experimentation, it has been proved that playing classical or acoustic music to plants will notably improve their growth rate, while playing rock music will stymie their growth. The exact reason behind this strange phenomenon is well-understood by Elven scholars. Plants, so they say, are sentient. The aforementioned experiments with music prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt. Because plants can appreciate good music, they are intelligent, and because plants are intelligent, they can appreciate good music. Critics of this line of thought rarely hold their position for long, as is strangely common among critics of any Elf-born scholar. The most obvious conclusion to draw here is that Elven scholars, geniuses that they are, can convince even the most vehement doubter to change their minds with little effort whatsoever.
Advances in the theory of floral sapience during the War of Reckoning have brought forward a number of fascinating new forms of life. Simply by taking a human's soul and implanting it in a plant, the plant's true sapience can be awakened. Drawing similarities between these fantastic vanguards of nature and the brainwashed shock troops created by the Undead is seen in poor taste, and typically results in the instigator either willfully submitting themselves to reeducation or committing suicide in their homes later on. Perhaps the most famous of these uplifted plants is the Pitaya, a dutiful sentry created from a cactus. Pitayas are known for standing dormant wherever they are planted, patiently waiting. Upon hearing a potential intruder, the Pitaya immediately activates. With deadly accuracy and spines as thick as a man's finger, the Pitaya launches barbs up to fifty feet in the direction of the noise. Pitayas were put to good use by the Elves in the War of Reckoning, and were primarily placed in areas where lightly-armored humans alighted. Factories, camps, and schoolhouses were optimal targets for the diligent Elvish Pitaya Planters, and many an unarmored human was skewered under the watchful ears of the humble Pitaya.
Due to both their historical importance and the endless usefulness of the Pitaya breed, a number of them were stored in Greenhouse D, fully-grown and loaded to bear with spines. In times of peril, the specially-trained gardeners of Oriens will be instructed to place every combat-ready plant in the Greenhouses outside, forming the first line of defense. Indeed, it seems that the time for this is almost near, as a number of students and gardeners have mysteriously turned up dead in and around the Greenhouses. Perhaps some day the Pitayas will be given the chance to demonstrate their endless penchant for defending their homes.
Calvin's thoughts were derailed by a soft thwip sound from across the greenhouse. Several feet behind him, a thick Pitaya spine had embedded itself halfway through the greenhouse's glass walls.
"I DO NOT THINK THIS (thwip) IS THE CLASSROOM WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AT," Calvin said, absentmindedly fingering a pair of small, ragged holes torn in the breast of his shirt. He could not recall where the holes had come from, but made no note of it. "I DO NOT THINK THERE (thwip) ARE ANY CLASSES THAT TAKE PLACE (thwip) HERE."
Calvin gave Christine a patient grin. "I THINK THE FIRST (thwip) CLASS OF THE DAY USUALLY TAKES PLACE IN THE MAIN BUILDING. IF YOU COULD TAKE US THERE, I COULD TRY TO FIND THE SCHOOL (thwip) SCHEDULE. I WOULD LIKE TO LEAVE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE," Calvin said, gaping nervously at a large bush decorated with pink flowers. "I'VE HEARD THAT OLEANDER POLLEN IS TOXIC, AND I DON'T WANT (thwip) TO FIND OUT IF IT AFFECTS LICHES."
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amdreams
Black Market Witch
Vash
Location: Dining Hall
With: Corbin, Julien and Kazuki
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Vash was on the verge of tearing up. A couple of other students had come to the table but they were ignoring him. They only wanted to talk to Corbin. They hadn't even seen him. That was so mean. Was it him? Was he not good enough?
Still pouting, Vash decided to drown his sorrows in food. More specifically, the chocolate syrup that he had gotten for his waffles. The same syrup he was now chugging like water. Fine. So what if they didn't want him. He had chocolate. Chocolate would never betray him. This was his chocolate. His. He didn't need them anyway. All the while he was trying to convince himself of this, he was right on the cusp of straight up bawling.
He was just about finished when he heard Corbin mention his name, introducing him to the other two, and he lost it. Tears came rolling down his cheeks. They . . . they remembered him. He was so happy he couldn't help himself. He didn't care how silly he looked, face covered in chocolate and eyes bawling. But he was smiling brightly. "Hello!" he practically shouted, motioning to the nearby empty seats.
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His face lit up as he heard Julien call him charming. His face flushed slightly and there was a huge grin on his face, obviously happy. He wasn't called charming much. May have had something to do with the chocolate beard. "Aww, thank you," he said. "But I don't like guys."
~~~~~
Rose
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kylier
"Really? That's too bad. You must miss him. The Unity Festival is usually the only time students here can meet their parents other than big holidays. You must miss them." Rose smiled. Her parents were coming. They always did, so she supposed she was lucky in that regard.
Kylier asked if Rose was going to tell Azure and the half-elf thought for a bit. "Hm . . . I probably don't have to. There are usually lots of posters going up this week. Plus the school site probably has information as well. I'm sure it's impossible not to know about the festival. Unless you're blind and deaf that is."
"Are you going to be doing anything? I don't know if the council is doing anything this year but it'd be nice to have a booth or event I think."
Mel
Location: Dining Hall
With: Michael @Pyosimros
Once she was showered and ready, Mel said her goodbyes to Laika and made her way to the dining hall. Mainly to find Vash. She needed him to do her hair for her. Otherwise things would . . . not look quite right. She had never been good at this, always having had Riff do it for her, and keeping it all down could be such a hassle sometimes. So for now, Vash was on hair dressing duty. Somehow the clumsy idiot was rather good with his fingers.
As soon as she had entered the room though, she had regretted it. It was crowded, as expected given the time. Still, it shouldn't be too hard to find the boy. He may be small but she'd only have to follow the disgusted glances of students to a mountain of food and dishes. Mel began walking around aimlessly, searching for the tell tale signs of Vash eating, when she bumped into someone.
"Ah. Sor-" She had begun to apologize when she had caught glimpse of the boy's face, twisting her own into an expression between annoyance and disgust. "Oh. You. Nevermind then." It was Michael Clarke, part of the student council. Mel wasn't exact fond of them. Not having the best impressions of her members. Just a few weeks ago, when she was attacked by Azure, one of them barged in and, without even asking what happened, blamed the entire thing on her, saying Mel had provoked him with lies. Which she didn't! Plus there was the fact that the actions of one annoying blonde president had caused the death of her oldest, dearest and one of her only friends. She was not a fan.
And though this boy had done nothing that directly affected her, Mel still held him as an associate of the bratty princess. "I'm going to have to burn this shirt now," she said, not caring if he heard or not.
Location: Dining Hall
With: Corbin, Julien and Kazuki
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Vash was on the verge of tearing up. A couple of other students had come to the table but they were ignoring him. They only wanted to talk to Corbin. They hadn't even seen him. That was so mean. Was it him? Was he not good enough?
Still pouting, Vash decided to drown his sorrows in food. More specifically, the chocolate syrup that he had gotten for his waffles. The same syrup he was now chugging like water. Fine. So what if they didn't want him. He had chocolate. Chocolate would never betray him. This was his chocolate. His. He didn't need them anyway. All the while he was trying to convince himself of this, he was right on the cusp of straight up bawling.
He was just about finished when he heard Corbin mention his name, introducing him to the other two, and he lost it. Tears came rolling down his cheeks. They . . . they remembered him. He was so happy he couldn't help himself. He didn't care how silly he looked, face covered in chocolate and eyes bawling. But he was smiling brightly. "Hello!" he practically shouted, motioning to the nearby empty seats.
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His face lit up as he heard Julien call him charming. His face flushed slightly and there was a huge grin on his face, obviously happy. He wasn't called charming much. May have had something to do with the chocolate beard. "Aww, thank you," he said. "But I don't like guys."
~~~~~
Rose
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kylier
"Really? That's too bad. You must miss him. The Unity Festival is usually the only time students here can meet their parents other than big holidays. You must miss them." Rose smiled. Her parents were coming. They always did, so she supposed she was lucky in that regard.
Kylier asked if Rose was going to tell Azure and the half-elf thought for a bit. "Hm . . . I probably don't have to. There are usually lots of posters going up this week. Plus the school site probably has information as well. I'm sure it's impossible not to know about the festival. Unless you're blind and deaf that is."
"Are you going to be doing anything? I don't know if the council is doing anything this year but it'd be nice to have a booth or event I think."
Mel
Location: Dining Hall
With: Michael @Pyosimros
Once she was showered and ready, Mel said her goodbyes to Laika and made her way to the dining hall. Mainly to find Vash. She needed him to do her hair for her. Otherwise things would . . . not look quite right. She had never been good at this, always having had Riff do it for her, and keeping it all down could be such a hassle sometimes. So for now, Vash was on hair dressing duty. Somehow the clumsy idiot was rather good with his fingers.
As soon as she had entered the room though, she had regretted it. It was crowded, as expected given the time. Still, it shouldn't be too hard to find the boy. He may be small but she'd only have to follow the disgusted glances of students to a mountain of food and dishes. Mel began walking around aimlessly, searching for the tell tale signs of Vash eating, when she bumped into someone.
"Ah. Sor-" She had begun to apologize when she had caught glimpse of the boy's face, twisting her own into an expression between annoyance and disgust. "Oh. You. Nevermind then." It was Michael Clarke, part of the student council. Mel wasn't exact fond of them. Not having the best impressions of her members. Just a few weeks ago, when she was attacked by Azure, one of them barged in and, without even asking what happened, blamed the entire thing on her, saying Mel had provoked him with lies. Which she didn't! Plus there was the fact that the actions of one annoying blonde president had caused the death of her oldest, dearest and one of her only friends. She was not a fan.
And though this boy had done nothing that directly affected her, Mel still held him as an associate of the bratty princess. "I'm going to have to burn this shirt now," she said, not caring if he heard or not.
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WoodenZebra
Nyan Nyan Cat vektör
Matt Asada
location:Behind school
With:Calvin Armstrong,and Christine
Matt looked at the green house agreeing with Calvin,"I agree with you dude" Matt said not understanding they were doing there,"Why are out here anyway" Matt said
location:Behind school
With:Calvin Armstrong,and Christine
Matt looked at the green house agreeing with Calvin,"I agree with you dude" Matt said not understanding they were doing there,"Why are out here anyway" Matt said
princekyle
The Angel Prince
Julien Moreau
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kazuki, Corbin, Vash
With his response, Julien gave a blank stare to Vash. For a rare brief moment, Julien was at a loss.
As soon as he realized what was said however, he had to cover his mouth to hold back laughing. A sharp chuckle was all that escaped.
"No, no mon ami! I do not mean it in that way... I simply intended to ask what kingdom you were from. It is not as obvious as our large friend here, no?"
Julien looked at the dragon. All he could think of was his memories of dealing with dragons in Bahal, but clearly that past would not work here in Oriens.
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kazuki, Corbin, Vash
With his response, Julien gave a blank stare to Vash. For a rare brief moment, Julien was at a loss.
As soon as he realized what was said however, he had to cover his mouth to hold back laughing. A sharp chuckle was all that escaped.
"No, no mon ami! I do not mean it in that way... I simply intended to ask what kingdom you were from. It is not as obvious as our large friend here, no?"
Julien looked at the dragon. All he could think of was his memories of dealing with dragons in Bahal, but clearly that past would not work here in Oriens.
SkippyGranola
Junior Member
Calvin Armstrong
Location: Greenhouse D, Outside Oriens
With: Christine Hyland (@CallSign), Matt Asada (@WoodenZebra)
Calvin paused briefly. Matt provided an excellent question. Why are out here? Calvin, not a very spiritual man himself, did his best to assuage Matt's impromptu crisis of faith. As he spoke, the ever-dutiful Pinayas standing watch over the greenhouse did their level best to ventilate organs Calvin did not own. Though the ballistic spines of the Pinaya passed harmlessly through Calvin's yawning negative spaces, his shirt good-naturedly took the brunt of the damage.
"THAT IS A VERY GOOD QUESTION. PERSONALLY, I FEEL THAT WE ARE ALL HERE TO SERVE A PURPOSE." A faithful twinkle shined in Calvin's eye. Or, rather, it would have, if Calvin had eyes. Presently, Calvin's eye sockets felt slightly less empty than they did before. OUR LORDS AND SAVIORS THE KANDARIAN DEMONS, SATAN REST THEIR SOULS, HAVE A PLAN FOR ALL OF US, AND WE MAY NOT REALIZE IT UNTIL WE HAVE ALREADY FULFILLED OUR PART. THEY WORK IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS, WAYS I DO NOT EXPECT A NON-UNDEAD TO UNDERSTAND. PERHAPS ONE DAY WE'LL ALL FIND OUR TRUE PURPOSE IN LIFE, AND WHEN WE DO, WE WILL FIND OURSELVES RECORDED INTO THE NECRONOMICON EX MORTIS AS FAITHFUL SERVANTS. AMEN."
Calvin's empty sockets bored into Matt rather sheepishly. Here he had poured out his soul and revealed that he wasn't a follower of Orthodox Oberonism! Oh, the shame! This was the most embarrassing moment of Calvin's life!
"WELL, THAT'S JUST HOW I FEEL," Calvin looked at Matt expectantly. "WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHY DO YOU THINK WE'RE HERE? I AM ALWAYS INTERESTED IN HEARING OTHER PERSPECTIVES, ESPECIALLY ON THIS KIND OF QUESTION."
Location: Greenhouse D, Outside Oriens
With: Christine Hyland (@CallSign), Matt Asada (@WoodenZebra)
Calvin paused briefly. Matt provided an excellent question. Why are out here? Calvin, not a very spiritual man himself, did his best to assuage Matt's impromptu crisis of faith. As he spoke, the ever-dutiful Pinayas standing watch over the greenhouse did their level best to ventilate organs Calvin did not own. Though the ballistic spines of the Pinaya passed harmlessly through Calvin's yawning negative spaces, his shirt good-naturedly took the brunt of the damage.
"THAT IS A VERY GOOD QUESTION. PERSONALLY, I FEEL THAT WE ARE ALL HERE TO SERVE A PURPOSE." A faithful twinkle shined in Calvin's eye. Or, rather, it would have, if Calvin had eyes. Presently, Calvin's eye sockets felt slightly less empty than they did before. OUR LORDS AND SAVIORS THE KANDARIAN DEMONS, SATAN REST THEIR SOULS, HAVE A PLAN FOR ALL OF US, AND WE MAY NOT REALIZE IT UNTIL WE HAVE ALREADY FULFILLED OUR PART. THEY WORK IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS, WAYS I DO NOT EXPECT A NON-UNDEAD TO UNDERSTAND. PERHAPS ONE DAY WE'LL ALL FIND OUR TRUE PURPOSE IN LIFE, AND WHEN WE DO, WE WILL FIND OURSELVES RECORDED INTO THE NECRONOMICON EX MORTIS AS FAITHFUL SERVANTS. AMEN."
Calvin's empty sockets bored into Matt rather sheepishly. Here he had poured out his soul and revealed that he wasn't a follower of Orthodox Oberonism! Oh, the shame! This was the most embarrassing moment of Calvin's life!
"WELL, THAT'S JUST HOW I FEEL," Calvin looked at Matt expectantly. "WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHY DO YOU THINK WE'RE HERE? I AM ALWAYS INTERESTED IN HEARING OTHER PERSPECTIVES, ESPECIALLY ON THIS KIND OF QUESTION."
WoodenZebra
Nyan Nyan Cat vektör
Matt asada
location:Behind school
with:Calvin armstrong,and Christine hyland
"Dude you do relize I was talking about why are we behind the school and in front of the greenhouse when it's likely that there isn't a class that involves us to be in the Greenhouse" Matt said,"And personally I'm not religous in anyway whatsoever.Plus I don't judge people that much" Matt finished
location:Behind school
with:Calvin armstrong,and Christine hyland
"Dude you do relize I was talking about why are we behind the school and in front of the greenhouse when it's likely that there isn't a class that involves us to be in the Greenhouse" Matt said,"And personally I'm not religous in anyway whatsoever.Plus I don't judge people that much" Matt finished
Advent Azure
Cursed Background Character
Kylier
Location: Dining Hall
With: Rose
"Even if they do not come, I always have other ways of communicating them. It would be nice to meet up again I admit, but if it can not be helped, I understand. Like you say though, there may be other chances, so it won't be something to cry over. Azure usually keeps his head down and in his room as much as possible, to avoid trouble. I suppose you could say that that is what keeps him blind and deaf. Now that I think about it, perhaps its why he ends up in trouble in the first place?"
Kylier thought over what Rose may of had in mind when she asked what she would be doing. There still were some responsibilities she would have to hold up after all.
"I do have club duties to attend to, but otherwise, I do not believe I am busy"
Kylier happened to spot Mel making her way through the dining hall just now, wandering about like she was looking for something. It'd only make sense that something is Vash. She and Rose weren't seated to close toward where she was wandering, but not far, and not in the way to easily call out to her, or interact with her easily by less she came over in her search, just to see that look of annoyance and contempt from Mel, but just seeing her gave her an interesting question to ask Rose
"Say, Rose... Who do you suppose will come to the event for Mel?"
Location: Dining Hall
With: Rose
"Even if they do not come, I always have other ways of communicating them. It would be nice to meet up again I admit, but if it can not be helped, I understand. Like you say though, there may be other chances, so it won't be something to cry over. Azure usually keeps his head down and in his room as much as possible, to avoid trouble. I suppose you could say that that is what keeps him blind and deaf. Now that I think about it, perhaps its why he ends up in trouble in the first place?"
Kylier thought over what Rose may of had in mind when she asked what she would be doing. There still were some responsibilities she would have to hold up after all.
"I do have club duties to attend to, but otherwise, I do not believe I am busy"
Kylier happened to spot Mel making her way through the dining hall just now, wandering about like she was looking for something. It'd only make sense that something is Vash. She and Rose weren't seated to close toward where she was wandering, but not far, and not in the way to easily call out to her, or interact with her easily by less she came over in her search, just to see that look of annoyance and contempt from Mel, but just seeing her gave her an interesting question to ask Rose
"Say, Rose... Who do you suppose will come to the event for Mel?"
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Black Market Witch
Vash
Location: Dining Hall
With: Corbin, Julien and Kazuki @Abyss @princekyle @Ldybug123
"Well, I don't see how that's any of you business," Vash said, slurping up a waffle. The phrase seemed uncharacteristically sharp and biting, or it would've seemed so to someone who knew Vash. His tone of voice sounded more like Mel in that moment. It was Mel who had always told Vash to be careful with his origins. He wasn't sure why but she kept telling him to not reveal his hometown or what happened, unless it was someone she trusted. That was weird. WHat was so bad about telling them he was from Noch. But if he didn't do as he was told, she'd cut his allowance again. And that meant no snack money! So he wouldn't say anything for now.
But ignoring them was mean! Vash's head began swimming, unable to figure out which direction to go from here. He couldn't say anything, but he couldn't say nothing. His eyes darted back and forth from the left to the right and back again, looking at nothing in particular. He then shouted out randomly, just an incoherent squeak of some kind, before finally addressing the others. "So, you guys excited for this festival thingy? I hear there's lots of yummy food. And games. And food. And a dance. And food. And food. And food." Vash seemed to space out a bit at this point, eyes glazed over and drooling.
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Rose
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kylier
"I suppose so," Rose said. "Still, it would've been nice to see them come, right?"
It seemed like Kylier wasn't going to do anything for the festival. Maybe Skyia was. The Elf Cup may be doing some sort of event to boost sales, but Rose wasn't too sure. There were going to be some fun things around campus, that was for sure. She was still thinking of preparations when Kylier asked something that made her freeze.
"O-oh. I don't think there's anyone coming. Her records didn't show any signs of a family. Not exactly surprising. Most of the students here seem to be orphans. A rather odd and disturbing statistic, really. Plus, after what I've heard she did as a child, I'm not exactly surprised, you know? It'd be stranger if someone actually came for her."
Location: Dining Hall
With: Corbin, Julien and Kazuki @Abyss @princekyle @Ldybug123
"Well, I don't see how that's any of you business," Vash said, slurping up a waffle. The phrase seemed uncharacteristically sharp and biting, or it would've seemed so to someone who knew Vash. His tone of voice sounded more like Mel in that moment. It was Mel who had always told Vash to be careful with his origins. He wasn't sure why but she kept telling him to not reveal his hometown or what happened, unless it was someone she trusted. That was weird. WHat was so bad about telling them he was from Noch. But if he didn't do as he was told, she'd cut his allowance again. And that meant no snack money! So he wouldn't say anything for now.
But ignoring them was mean! Vash's head began swimming, unable to figure out which direction to go from here. He couldn't say anything, but he couldn't say nothing. His eyes darted back and forth from the left to the right and back again, looking at nothing in particular. He then shouted out randomly, just an incoherent squeak of some kind, before finally addressing the others. "So, you guys excited for this festival thingy? I hear there's lots of yummy food. And games. And food. And a dance. And food. And food. And food." Vash seemed to space out a bit at this point, eyes glazed over and drooling.
~~~~~
Rose
Location: Dining Hall
With: Kylier
"I suppose so," Rose said. "Still, it would've been nice to see them come, right?"
It seemed like Kylier wasn't going to do anything for the festival. Maybe Skyia was. The Elf Cup may be doing some sort of event to boost sales, but Rose wasn't too sure. There were going to be some fun things around campus, that was for sure. She was still thinking of preparations when Kylier asked something that made her freeze.
"O-oh. I don't think there's anyone coming. Her records didn't show any signs of a family. Not exactly surprising. Most of the students here seem to be orphans. A rather odd and disturbing statistic, really. Plus, after what I've heard she did as a child, I'm not exactly surprised, you know? It'd be stranger if someone actually came for her."
