Roger's Academy for the Unknown [RP]

DeMo shrugged. "Call out her name? Go to her office and wait until you hear her voice? I know some things, but I'm not exactly sure how poltergeists work." she yawned and some static came out. She quickly stopped and looked around nervously. "Yeah, if static ever comes out of my mouth, just remember, I'm an android, it's completely normal." she explained. She extended and retracted her arm once to make sure it was not in need of re-oiling. She sighed and put her feet up on the table lazily. DeMo smiled at Syrus. "So you can get a room to yourself because of the whole renovation thing?" she asked.
 
Yan decided to ignore the connection to her sister for now, the images she sent made her shudder something fierce. It was most likely done in just fun but alas irrational fears aren't called irrational for no reason. Glancing around the room that felt more like home now with posters and decor, of which Yin mocked her for, Yan decided she was content with how it looked and decided to get reacquainted with the place and look up some of her old friends.





The halls were somewhat empty, if Yan had to put a finger on it she would guess they were unpacking themselves or enjoying the sun before it went down and things became a bit less lax. Upon hitting the library she saw a familiar brown head of hair and sat across from Liz. “Hey Elizabeth” she opened, glancing to see what book her friend was already burying her face in.
 
Liz:


Things were quiet in the library for the most part, the two in the next tale over were still talking amongst themselves…the conversations being about varying things across each moment, Liz picking up a bit of it as they conversed. She turned a page as Yan sat down in front of her, Liz peering up before Yan spoke. She sat the book down opened and tilted her head with a raised brow, “Yan?” She smiled lightly and poked her forehead, “That is you right?” She paused and stated with a slight nod, “Yeah that is you.”


She closed the book and leaned in to speak to her, “No offence but I just had to be sure.” He eyes opened wide as she nodded, “I came pretty close to losing it last year after all.” She paused and grimaced as she remembered, “You did replace that Gitar didn’t you, I am really sorry about that by the way.” She shrugged with an annoyed sigh and shook her had as she leaned back into her seat, “I don’t know why but Yin just brings the Grrrrr out of me.”
 
Yan laughed. “Yes it's me, about time you start getting it right” she teased lightly, knowing that Liz was one of the few fellow classmates that got their names correct more than otherwise. Tucking some of her wild hair behind her ear, a fruitless attempt, she would nod. “Please father had a new and improved one sent straight over, nothing to worry about. Besides... I know how Yin can get”





(I wasn't the actual one who tried to SMASH IT OVER SOMEONE'S HEAD. How is it my fault?)





Yan shook her head of her sister's thoughts, apparently she wasn't working hard enough to keep the link low. It seemed that as their powers became stronger so did the link, sadly it was an invasion to both of their privacy’s. Just another matter to bring up to the headmistress. “So how was your summer, better than the last I hope?”
 
Liz:


Liz figured that the paused that happened and the head shale was due to her sister’s thoughts, that was one power that she was happy without…her mind is the one place that she can ‘for the most part’ retreat to when he must. She paused and realized that she was asked a question, and quickly thought back to the summer vacation. “More or less,” she said with a shrug, “Father is always on me about training for the future and so on.” He eyes rolled, followed by a rolling of her eyes, “Vampire are still a persistent annoyance on our borders but that has been going on for a long time, the ones here not withstanding.”


She grinned and raised a brow leaning forward placing her elbows on the table, followed by her chin in her open hands, “And how was your summer?” She made an O shape with her lips and gasped a bit, “Did you pay any visits across the inter-dimensional pond and so on?”
 
Yan nodded, she didn't really know what it was like having a father like that, she didn't really know what it was like having a father period. A man sending gifts and birthday cards left much to be desired, but surely he had his reasoning’s. He did love them, otherwise he wouldn't bother. Taking a deep breath and leaning in some as if she didn't want others to hear, Yan even went far enough to lower her voice to an almost whisper, as if many others here didn't have elevated hearing.





“It was good... somewhat overwhelming to be honest. We spend almost the entire holiday across this pond you speak of, and it was the first time we actually went asleep and woke up over there. Many a times me and Yin slipped off just to come back and get the edge off, it's another world there, literally” It was hard to put to words what the experience was like, how it had felt to stay there and get used to the place without the comfort of coming home and separating from the place. But how does one say in words thoughts and feelings that couldn't be expressed so easily?
 
Muttering about weasels or was it wombats and other nonsense in his sleep Kibeth started to roam. Who knew where the teacher might end up next. In the end it really didn’t matter as long as he got the job right. In truth he was heading to his class room to make sure everything was in order and ready for the students probably for the 5th or so time. He always liked it to be perfect at least for the first day . . . it was the least he could due for falling asleep on them half the time.
 
"Don't worry about the static. I have seen too much weird stuff for that to surprise me. And no the renovation thing isn't the only reason. I mean I am a third year student on top of not being in full control of my state of mind from day to day so there are multiple contributing factors to the reason I have requested to become a dorm head. But yeah getting my own room would probably be something anyone who has roomed with me would agree is a good idea." Syrus reached behind his head and elongated his fingers to scratch a point of his back he would be otherwise unable to reach. "I want it as much for others sake as I want it for myself. And on the point of yelling the headmistresses name, I thought of that but wasn't wholly sure it was the best course of action to just start yelling in the halls."
 
Poor Janet it was always so hard for her to come and go from the school. She had so many things she needed, her laptop which in her eyes was under par in comparison to her home setup but it would have to do. Here she was balancing a few boxes and suit cases the best she could. All would have went well if she didn’t manage to hit a tree root sending her falling, and the stuff flying as well as her glasses. She had no clue anyone was around of course. Her hands fiddling about the ground like some fool as she tried to find her ever needed pair to see.
 
"That's a good point." she shrugged. "I guess you wouldn't exactly want to scream down the hall." she smiled at him, her locks falling down over her face as she relaxed in the seat. She put her head back and looked at the ceiling, then back at Syrus. "I'd be happy to help you find her." she offered. DeMo felt comfortable about talking to Syrus. She didn't know why, she just felt as if he got her. She smiled at him. DeMo flicked her hair out of her eyes to look at him properly. "My hair annoys me sometimes."
 
Syrus nodded, "Yes that would be nice, thank you." Syrus had more of his voices seeming to like her then dislike her. Most of the time that meant good things, but he had learned that the voices who were skeptical could be right as well. He remained at least slightly weary of her, but only slightly. He didn't fully know why but he felt she understood a bit of what he went through with the identity crisis problems. "How about we look for her now. I don't know about you but I am really hungry, I could use the knowledge of when the next meal is on top of where I am rooming." Syrus gave DeMo a small half joking smile.
 
Liz:


She listened to what Yan had to say, her knowledge on such things obviously being a bit lax and so on. Most of what Yan had said didn’t really register to Liz that much, the closest thing that could be associated with her ventures would be an intense dream or something of the sort. Such dreams would be the ones that Liz had when she started to transform for the first time, such transformations early on in ones life would be nothing but a vivid dream the next day. Albeit that would be days when the transformation was merely at best a foggy recollection of faces and locations, now however those unruly transformations are a thing of the past now that she had started to come to the Academy.


Liz closed one eye in deep thought and thrummed her fingers on the table as she thought, “Not quite sure how to take that in a compression, the close I can come up with is when I shift.” She opened her eye back up and stopped her thrumming, her lips now making an annoying popping sound in repetition. She stopped after a few moments and said with a nod as she stood from the table, her looking over at Yan, “How about a stroll, I wouldn’t want to work my brain so soon.” She grinned and nodded with yet another thoughtful expression, this one however obviously for joking purposes, “I’d prefer not to crash and burn so soon.”
 
"Kay, let's go." she got up, dusted herself and held out her hand to help him up. "You're quite funny y'know?" DeMo smiled, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She blinked and waited for Syrus to get up, her eyes shifting around the library for any reading material she could come back to when she'd finished taking him to the Head Mistress. She tapped her synthetic nails on the table. DeMo leaned against a chair and looked through the door. Again, they could've TRIED to make it different. DeMo thought tiredly. She'd been here for three years now and nothing had changed about the school. The interior was the same, the exterior was the same. The same stupid brick drab it had been for year prior to DeMo coming here. She sighed heavily and swept back her fringe. Her head was overcome with the breadth-first search of how to get to the Head Mistresses office.
 
“Didn't you do something like this last year four-eyes?” Kenji jested with her as he held out her glasses, knowing how desperately she needed them. After the glasses were handed he wouldn't help her pick up the rest of her things, knowing his kind deed was done, and most likely one to be punished for like any his other attempts of kindness. “Gotta be more careful with those, almost stepped on them” he leaned against the trunk of the tree, watching as she gathered her things.


Yan nodded, knowing full well how hard it was for some to relate to others when it came to their own experiences. In some ways it was intriguing, that one cold be so unique and live such a different life, in others it was almost lonely, hell Yin was the only one that really understood what it was like for Yan. Not that her sister was all bad, but it left for lacking when others couldn't relate. Her thoughts were interrupted by a popping noise and she gave Liz a look for doing so until she stopped. “Yeah, fresh air sounds good about now, hell even walking the corridors getting reacquainted works for me.”





Ryker had been gone from this place for the better end of a decade. He had graduated top of his class and ran off onto higher education. Thinking back to his graduation, he had no idea that he would be coming back so soon, back then he had thought he was done with this place. But this and all his plans had changed, for the family had taken a special interest in Kenji, and as stubborn and difficult as he may be, Kenji needed looked after.





Not too much had changed since the last time he roamed the halls, he spent the better part of an hour getting reacquainted with the place and some idle meet and greet with some students. Some girls seemed to gravitate towards him, did they honestly not realize he was much older and a teacher at that? Not that it mattered much to him, as long as they didn't disrespect him as a teacher he could manage a crush or two. Getting comfortable in his classroom, taking a seat at his desk and looking over the vast emptiness he turned to a shadow “Hello Dachi, getting comfortable as well?”


 
Blake was sitting down in the hallway somewhat near the library. He listened to the music coming out of his earphones that were connected to his MP3 player. Music... it reminded him of his past life. He used to live in a town where people didn't care that he was a neko. They didn't treat him differently because he had a black cat tail and ears. He pushed those thoughts to the side as he focused back to the music. This was his second year here, and he didn't make much of an effort to get to know anyone last year. Sure he did some projects with other people when he had to, but he only focused on the project and didn't socialize very much; although he did seem to get more sociable as time went by. His green eyes scanned the hall as various video game remixes played on his MP3 player.
 
Syrus wasn't quite sure whether to take the comment that he was funny as a compliment or an insult. But by how she had treated him so far he just decided to take it as a compliment. "Thank you. You are an entertaining person to talk to as well. Even if sometimes it is hard to understand what you are saying." Syrus gave her a smile before noticing her looking around at the walls. "Ah, I bet you're thinking about how it never seems to change huh? I noticed that too. I like it, it gives the world a little bit of stability in the otherwise unending chaos." Syrus exited the doors of the of the library with Demo to head to the Headmistresses office.
 
Janet brushed her finger tips across his hand some before finding the glasses. She was very thankful that he had got them for her but . . . “You really shouldn’t tease me you know.” She said softly not in a threatening tone but more of a worried warning. Given him a gentle smile she started to gather the things not really expecting or asking for her. Just because she would normally help she knew it wasn’t right to expect others too.


When he spoke of her almost stepping on her glasses Janet paled. She tended to go through so many glasses at times. It wasn’t fair . . . why did she need them but Helena was fine without them. “T. . . . thank you” She spoke shyly when she remembered she still owed him one. “I . . . wasn’t I you’re lab partner once?” She asked after she manage to finally got the never to look at him, fixing her glasses some as if that would help her get a better look.
 
After a while, and with a long sigh, Flynne would walk away. If Carmen wanted to continue the discussion she would. She probably had more pressing issues. Oh well. He headed towards to upper floors where the science rooms he had more or less created existed. They had been disused a long time, mostly because he had removed from the school grounds with extreme force the last person who had gone to use it as their classroom.


He had created half the items that were now coated with dust and he wrinkled his nose. He would move, taking the dust covers off the desks, books already sitting on them. He had written them and had them published a long time ago. he would poke one and nod. At least it seemed that the dry, cool place remained true to form, they didn't crumble at a slight poke. His old treatise on metascience. Good times. Alchemy and chemistry, physics and metaphysics, biology in its myriad of forms. Of course he had progressed much further in all his studies but he could update as they went along.


He opened up the large trapdoor in the roof, nodding at the two lightning rods. He would have to unground them. This might actually be a decent year. He then went to open the cupboard that would once again keep supplies, surprising himself at the corpse that was constantly bumping into walls. He had forgotten about that. Seemed a little mummified, but still usable.


Setting it to clean the room, he moved down stairs, actually whistling. It was the happiest any of the students he passed would have ever seen him as he went to get all the supplies he would need for the school year, and noone would take science from him again, even if it required an exorcism.


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"Anyways, got a lot of work to do, got to feed the crocodile, finish the lawns, find the naga, avoid Carmen telling me all the other things I need to do now that we're getting an intake again and I never got around to."





DD, with another slice of the scythe, which almost lifted the twin off where she was sitting finished cutting that part of the grass, not damaging her in the slightest. He hefted the scythe over his shoulder, walking off to the stable he had been forced to build. He moved along the few horses, selecting one seemingly at random and taking it out to the lake, not knowing nor seeming to care if anyone was around. He tied the horse near the water's edge. It let the crocodile pretend to hunt.





Well, it would hunt anyway. But this helped reduce the odds of it hunting students who came for a swim. He sat back and rolled a cigarette, lighting it and watching the horse and water. Between the horses and the cows that Flynne routinely took into the basement, he was kind of glad he didn't eat the school food. Who knew what it was.
 
Kenji grinned, knowing full well what may come from teasing her, but said nothing more to bring it about. “No problem” he responded stiffly only for her to recall that they had been lab partners. “Probably, we shared how many classes” he spoke nonchalantly, knowing full well that they had been. It just didn't seem all that becoming for him to notice her that much. Once she picked up her books and adjusted her glasses he noticed her focusing on his face, was she trying to place it? Sighing he pushed up from the tree and spoke up “It's Kenji”.











Yin would give DD a nod, knowing full well just how full his plate could be “See you around” she said noncommittally before deciding to go join her sister. She got halfway to their doom room before remembering Yan had met up with Liz








(Where are you?)








She asked her sister through the connection that only the pair shared. Getting an image of the hallway passing she got enough of an answer, Yan was on the move, and didn't want to be disturbed. Doing her best to not roll her eyes or let her sister get to her she decided to go off on her own and get reacquainted with the place.
 
Rhys was getting a rash.


It wasn't that it was rare of him to get such a thing. He knew the reasons why it was happening and he had to almost tie his hands behind his back in order to stop himself from itching. It hurt sometimes to be on land for so long without exposure to water. Even showers sometimes didn't help and Rhys hated when he got dry skin like that.


Rhys took a sip from the water bottle he carried. Another thing he had learned was that he needed to drink water a lot as well. It was much worse than his skin, but it was easier to take care of. As long as he could find water to drink, he wouldn't dehydrate. The last time that happened. Well it wasn't all that pleasant. The merman certainly wouldn't want to relive that.


He decided to head to the lake. Although it wasn't salt water, the type he preferred and did best in, it was a good enough source when he had to take a dip. He made sure he wasn't wearing anything he wouldn't mind getting wet. He normally changed when in the water, but he still stripped before going in. Rhys had learned this was not a good idea. Multiple times. Multiple, embarrassing times.


Rhys saw the water and smiled, also seeing that he was not alone in his plans. A teacher was down there and Rhys waved at him.


"Oh hello. Planning on taking a dip?"
 
"Hell no. I know what lives in there. I have to restock it."





DD grinned across at the student, a faint smile crossing his lips as he finished rolling the cigarette, patting himself for a light and muttering a little before actually finding a match. A scrape across his nail and he would lean back, relaxing a little.





"Feeding time for the crocodile. Also need to check him out and give him his bellyrub. Don't worry, he hasn't eaten any students. Yet."





Perverse sense of humor aside, this would be the first semester with the crocodile, it would be interesting to see. A wicked grin would cross his features, nodding faintly to the log that was slowly drifting towards the tethered horse.





"Spent the vacation training him to eat only horses, I just hope it sticks. Nice easy food against stuff that fights back? I know which one I'd pick."
 
Rhys looked into the water, but he didn't really fear that a crocodile would eat him. Rhys had come across a few worse than it, but he tended to avoid the more aggressive sea creatures. It just seemed better in the long run.


"Well hopefully the training works. I have no wish to be croc food. Though I'm sure I won't be the most willing victim." Rhys laughed a little as if it was some kind of joke. He then looked somewhat embarrassed about laughing. "I'm sure I'd be fine. It wouldn't be the first time I swam with a crocodile, no wait that time was a gator." Rhys paused for a moment as if trying to remember.


"You're Mr. DD right? One of the teachers."
 
"Drop the Mister. Its just DD. Names having power and all. As for teaching, only when people sign up for my class, or the witch in charge finds someone who needs a hand controlling their necromantic abilities. Gets out of hand and annoys too many people when the magic leaks out and causes a zombie swarm to attack. You have no idea what a zombie will do to a freshly cut lawn."





A faint shrug but a smile would be nodded as the crocodile took the horse as it drank, a strange fascination as the creature killed the horse, dragging it to who knew where to eat. He had been swimming with the beast himself, once.





"Just don't kill it. Flynne will have a myriad world of pain if anyone kills this one off. Or he'll just make you listen to extra science lessons. Boils down to the same thing, really."





A cheeky grin crossed his features, the death done with, and his attention went back to Rhys.





"You've got a couple of hours before he finishes up with that one. Day or so before he gets hungry again."





A long pull on the cigarette and he would ash into his palm.





"Sorry, I don't know your name or stripe, but don't let me stop you from swimming if you need it. You the naiad?"
 
Janet was probably better with numbers and names where as Helena was the face person. When she heard Kenji’s name she could easily picture the way and style in which he signed it on his group paper. “Oh . . . oh!” She smiled kindly at him nodding as if it finally clicked. “You’re the only one I can think of in which I didn’t end up doing most if not all of the work when we were partners and didn’t have to worry about a bad grade.”


She paused her smile fading some at that . . . oh gosh her words were rude to the others . . . she shouldn’t have said them out loud. Her eyes looking down as her brain processed quickly trying to help her correct herself. “It . . . it wasn’t their fault . . . I guess . . . it was me really. I just wanted to make sure my partners and I all got the best grade possible.” What was she thinking . . . was Helena somehow rubbing off on her? “I . . . well . . . maybe we can become partners again for some of the labs.”


She muttered her voice dropping barely below a whisper as she tried to stumble away with her stuff again. Not realizing if she left or miss anything just trying to escape the embarrassing and nervous situation.
 
Blake, getting bored of just sitting around, got up and walked randomly down the halls. He wondered if anything here changed at all. He eventually found an abandoned classroom that he recognized. He walked in and went to the student's desk on the far edge and next-to-last row. He looked under it and saw something engraved in it. "You're next." He chuckled to himself. "Looks like this school might not have changed at all." He wrote that under the desk after he learned to control of his retractable claws. He wondered if anyone else saw that. If not the students, he bet that there was at least one freaked-out janitor. He walked out of the room and continued his search for something different.
 
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