Roger's Academy for the Unknown [RP]

Remy sat up with a start breathing heavily. First his left hand lifting to his forehead, then right hand to the wires protruding from the wrist of the first as it slightly withdrew, then eyes flicking to the beeping monitors. . . the drip as they followed their length. It was then that he registered the snug warmth and shifted slightly, indeed a very snug warmth, unpleasantly familiar and in apprehension he slowly lifted the sheet with one hand as the other slipped beneath, dragging his top higher up his abdomen before tugging and pulling at the hem of his pants in revelation.


He barely suppressed the groan, just about refraining from collapsing back onto the mattress in embarrassment merely letting his head fall forward. It had to have been a while for them to not fully trust his bodily functions, perhaps he’d gave them reason not to trust him already? Or perhaps he was being paranoid and they just wanted to **** with him, everything felt relatively dry . . . including his mouth which felt like paper.


Sitting up once more, this time more purposeful, Remy began to tug at the wires connecting him to different monitors and swung his legs over the side of the bed, massaging the muscles briefly before placing steady feet on the ground. He picked up the jug of water sitting beside a plain white t-shirt and jeans; always conveniently left on a chair nearby during his little ‘visits’-, forsaking the glass as he gulped it down, water trickling his chin, before creeping to the door, jug still in hand, to open and peek out briefly. He could hear someone though could not see them, most likely the campus nurse, and closing the door over once more, he closed it and moved to the adjoining bathroom, bumping into the door frame with his hip as he misjudged the space.


First thing was first, he wanted a shower and out of his new paper underwear. Then he would find out what day it was.
 
Liz:


“Well, let’s get going then,” Liz said with a light nod as she started to walk toward the double doors of the library, in Liz’s mind they were a bit minuscule compared to the assortments of books that they separated from other enclosing. The school as a whole however was not meant to be showy, the bulk of the students were trying to blend in with the human world after all. The meager trappings were in Liz’s mind just a stepping stone to encompass what all students would have to eventually realize, and that was of course. ‘To blend, one much learn to adapt and think of themselves as if they were a human, acquiring the mindset of the intended creature was and is always the most beneficial in the way of infiltration.’ By infiltration it implies a sense of wariness, reactions from humans to what lurks in the dark is never really foreseeable.


She looked over at Yan with a slight tilt to her head, Liz contemplating as they walked down the corridors to nowhere in particular. At the moment Liz had that contemplative expression on her face as she looked at Yan like she was mulling something over, which it always seemed like she was to some extent. A few moments passed and then Liz asked with a raised brow, “So what are your views on wolfies like myself?” Knowing Yan for a couple years now has made Liz a bit inquisitive, figuring she should know a bit about the people that she considers friends in this proverbial nut house.
 
Scarlet noticed voices and blocked them out, a small smile still on her lips, she made the small nwaves a little bigger and she saw the familar 'Log' not happy and grinned and laughed slightly 'Sorry, I need practice' she said laughing and it dived and swam to a part that didn't move much and started pretending again, to catch it some food. She moved a little more into the water and the clear water hit the edge of her sky blue dress as she brought the waves up higher and they crashed down. If one closed their eyes they might almost think they were on the beach, save the lack of salt in the air, creating that familiar aroma.


As scarlet got bored she pushed on bit of water around her in circles, creating a wirlpool effect. She then grinned cheekily and began practicing ripples, that looked like somthing swimming around in the water and made it look like it was comming for her and in dramatic effect when it almost reached her she made a babe crocodile our of water and it floated into the air, lat year she scared some of the brats of the school and they swore that there was a snake or somthing in there.
 
Yan was content to let Liz lead as she walked in step with her friend. It was nice to be back at the school again. The school was something solid, steady, unlike where her summer travels had been, she knew she should be used to it by now but it was like sun exposure, too much and you get burnt. Lost in her own thoughts she would turn to her friend as she heard her voice, somewhat zoned out. “My views?” she would ask somewhat confused. Giving herself a moment to think about how to answer Yan would give her friend a smile. “I spend most my life around the humans, not so much around others like me, like us. You're the only one of your kind that I've really met, and I like you. It may not be as simple as that for most, but that's how it is for me”








Kenji would laugh, oh this girl was somewhat clueless as to how to talk to others. In ways it was like a charm that was all of her own though. “That's one way to recognize me I guess” he smiled at her. “Don't worry about it, some the students are real idiots here, and there's nothing wrong with not wanting them to hold you back” he would nod at her suggestion of partners and watch as she tried to flee. Let her, he thought to himself watching her head off, most likely to the school. It wasn't until she was out of view and he slid against the tree once more to sit and relax that he noticed a lone notebook. Muttering a curse he would pick it up, it would be futile to follow her now, but next time he ran into her he could hand it to her. Kenji wasn't one for doing nice things, but if it wasn't going out of his way he could manage a so called good deed or two.


 
Liz:


Liz continued walking as she listened to Yan’s answer, Liz not turning to watch where she was going as she did so. She understood about how she said she had spent most of her time around humans, it being the opposite for Liz. Unlike Yan she had spent most of her time around the supernatural, mostly her family so she didn’t have many human interactions to go off of. Her father often said how alike humans were to other supernatural beings, in truth the only differences were the inherent physical ones.


With a light shake of her head Liz raised a brow and said as she cracked a grin of her own, “You’re quite diplomatic with your answers.” She flitted to get in front of Yan and started to walk backwards looking directly at her as she continued, “I think you’d make a great politician,” She smiled lightly and opened her eyes wide, “Perhaps even running for office.” Liz shook her head with a waving of her hand, “But seriously, I like you as well.”
 
"Merman actually," Rhys corrected. So there was a naiad around here. Rhys was intrigued. Maybe he could meet her. He liked meeting over water types like himself. "And I'm Rhys Grieves, third year."


Rhys then smiled at DD as if something was funny. "It was nice getting to chat with you DD. I wish you luck in finding students to teach." Rhys then proceeded to strip himself of his shirt. He looked around before diving in. Quickly as he changed, he pushed off his bottom clothing. Unless he wanted them to rip it was best to get them off soon. It was almost like a reflex, changing as soon as he was submerse in water.


Rhys broke the surface, beaming and laughing. "Ahh. Much better."


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Moving through the halls was almost like moving through the trees. It filled the faun with a homesickness. She smiled a little, sadly. She missed her forest, but she was doing good here. She was learning a lot and when she left, she would be able to take better care of her home unlike before.


Wylie hummed softly to herself as she moved. She was wondering what to do at the moment, maybe looking for one of her friends. If she was not appearing as a human currently, her tail might have twitched nervously. Wylie kept herself calm though, stopping her humming. She paused as she heard a scratching noise from a nearby classroom. She raised a hand to tap on the door but when she did, it opened a little for her.


"Hello?"
 
“That I tend to be.” Yan mused over this with a grin. The way that she saw it, she was just speaking the truth, perhaps it was a bit diplomatic, but that would be her mother's influence. Something that Yin could have used a bit more of when picking her own personality. “That would be the day” Yan laughed at her friend's suggestion as she filtered around to walk ahead of her, showing just how agile she can be. “If I run then you're gonna have to be my adviser” she made a faux serious face at this, in disbelief that she could be someone political. “Senses be damned, one of these days you are going to trip up doing that” she teased, knowing full well she was more likely to become some sort of president before her friend ate dirt sort to speak.
 
Liz


She shrugged and said with a light smile as she twisted around, Yan now moving in front of her, “Nahh, I’m sure you’d make a great lady president.” She smirked and looked right at her as she was now in front of her walking, “And heck I think I’d make a great adviser,” she paused and tapped her chin for a brief moment, “Well in theory at least.” She laughed out loud and made an absentminded face saying as she walked up next to her in-sync-step with Yan, “So where to boss?”
 
She felt the cold water hit the top of her tighs and sunk underwater for a moment, taking of her dress to reaveil her swimmers, her mother hated her wearing her normal clothes into the water so she often avoided it.her swimmers wern't flashy just a blue bikini top and swimmers Scarlet heard a splash and that brought her out of her concentration and her head snapped up, looking for the scource, spining around and finding a merman there. She dropped all of her water animals and trcks, execpt the waves, keeping her hands rolling as she walked over. She wasn't one to show of. Scarlet smiled shyly "Hi" she wasn't all there, a part of her was focussing behind him and moving the water to create a slow wave motion, the speed was the effect of lack of conentration.


As she had found out, it also was a reflection of mood, typical but if she was mad, and practised the waves would be choppier and heat up slightly, calmness had a smooth effect. She chuckles a little at the memory and focused back on the boy infront of her.
 
Blake got tired of looking for things that have changed when it looked like nothing had. He didn't even see any new people. He decided to just roam the halls and see if anything interesting is happening. As he walked, he adjusted the rate of his walking so his footsteps would make a beat. As he listened to the beat that he was making, he repeatedly whistled the first ten notes of the song "Move Like Jagger". He didn't really care much for the lyrics, but that first part was catchy. Soon his tail swayed back and forth in rhythm to the beat his footsteps were creating.
 
Rhys was drawn away from his conversation with DD to see that his wish to meet the naiad was promptly answered. Looking at her now, Rhys thought he had seen her before, but he had yet to talk to her. Well this was the perfect time to do so.


He beamed and flicked his tail nervously, sending some water flying. He blinked for a moment, looking her over and wondered if it was the naiad mention or if it was just some student who decided to take a dip. He thought the former was true. At least there was no second guessing what he was with his tail.


"Oh hello. I didn't realize someone else was already here."
 
Scarlet smiled shyly again and said "I'm Scarlet, It's alright most people dont see me, it's part of my kinds needs to blend in, not be seen." she said. It was true but her apearence didn't really show it, but she had a talent of fading into the back and not being noticed. Her tanned skin, long legs and porcilin look should have made her more of a attraction for attention then they did. The only pale thing about her were her eyes which were so light they almost reached a silver colour.


Of course her kind were ment to be beautiful it was a trait, of course, so being surrounded by girls who look as pretty as her Scarlet didn't think she was anything special really. She had a feeling she had spotted this boy before, probably in one of the times she simply sat by the water adn did her homework or practised her water abilities. She kept rollind her wrists and the waves slowed and she shook her head and put a little more concintration into then, making them slightly bigger, she sat back in the water and let the waves move her.
 
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Janet made it to her room finally and started to neatly put everything in it’s place. She had no clue who her roommate may be this year but she hoped it wasn’t one that would help Helena with her pranks and teasing Janet. After making sure everything was neat she headed out. Janet although she probably knew the classes like the back of her hands was the type to make sure she walked the order in which her classes were, found the easiest path and such before it got crowded or classes began


It was while she was roaming the halls that she came across a cat person. Her head tilted ever so slightly as she tried to recall who he was. Usually her nose was too far into a book to see what was around her. Always overly worried about school to actually live, it was Helena who was more outgoing and willing to get to know people while teasing them. She paused shyly wondering and starting to worry if this was one of her alter ego friends. He didn’t seem the type to be a book learner after all.
 
His body moved swift and lithe about the grounds, a blurred ball of fluff bounding and leaping. Careful to avoid the low hanging trees.


This sensation was one he could not get enough, rational thought lost as the wind whipped across his face and her fingers caressed pale skin between fur in a familiar tease. The speed was exhilarating, his heart a rapid beat, forepaws steady as the back dug into the dirt with every push kicking up flecks. Nothing but the next hop', It helped him forget where he was, provided him with that much needed sense of freedom he longed for within the confines of the school.


His chest puffed rapidly with every breath as he finally slowed about the edges of the grounds. Forepaw stretching out for hands to take hold of the pants he'd been wearing previously and he moved more fully behind the tree in hiding. Dressed quickly despite the protesting groan of weighted, reforming limbs.


They felt so heavy from the workout, pain shooting the length from the shift and he sat there for a moment cross-legged and dazed as it finished. The trickling sensation upon his skin as fur retracted coming to an end as he fell back against soft grass with a muted 'oomph'. Staring up at the intersecting branches above as he came down from on high and his body and mind adjusted.


He shaded sky blue eyes with the back of a hand as they closed and the other resting upon his stomach, feeling the rise and fall of each slowing breath, Peter smiled to himself as he let the familiarity of the earth drown out the distant commotion of the school. The cool ground against his back soothing.
 
"Ah well that is such a shame," Rhys said, still with a goofy smile upon his face. He was really happy for this meeting. "You are real pretty." Rhys moved in the water, his tail flickering nervously. He kept splashing water around because of this and he tried to calm down. No reason to make Scarlet think he was a spaz, even if it was true. Besides she was messing with the water as well. He wondered if he was bugging her and he tried to calm down again.


But he meant what he said. She was a real pretty girl. He didn't think he was that good looking himself though. He was fairly average though a few people had coo'ed over his tail as it was shimmery because of the scales. But Rhys didn't think it was that impressive.


"It's a shame we haven't met before now, but I have glad to have meet you."
 
Stripped, unrestrained and refreshed Remy was feeling better; a hell of a lot better-, as he pulled the plain white t-shirt top over his head and rolled it own his torso before pulling on the plain white converse plimpsoles provided him, dusting of his trousers absent mindedly as he straightened up from the closed toilet basin. Having been using it for a seat since finishing his shower.


He didnt't wonder at how they knew his size on the first time, he had been here so often over the last three years that it would have been stranger for them to have not, he was even on first name conversation basis with the nurse who attended here, had visited his dream once or twice only to be discovered immediately, before Remy himself knew where he was, only to be ejected so easily by the man with an enigmatic smile.


Of course he knew what the nurse was, had done his research after that first time, and they would even sometimes sit talking in the dreamworld, but in these years the man had never reached out to heal him or use his powers on him bar once. When his body had been on the brink of death, it's host gone to long the Stag had called out to him, touching his mind and urging and supporting his return.


Moving away from the mirror and lifting the toilet basin lid; such a large intake of water was bound to need releasing sooner or later-, Remy finished his morning business and cleaned up. Cursing as he fumbled and dropped the towel before exiting the room, and preferably the infirmary before the Stag could meet with him. . .


"Remy." A smooth voice called out and the young man froze, turning just meters from the door to look at the male nurse whohad just stepped out from behind a curtain. There were no smiles now, the older man merely regarded him closely, those eyes cutting through to his soul, causing him to fidgit in place. "How do you feel?"


"I'm fine. . . Good actually. . ." He frowned suddenly, eyes narrowing at the stag as he made gestures, indicating the paper diaper he had woken with his cheeks flaming a bright red hue. ". . . How long. . . you know to warrant. . . one of those?"


"Two days" The stag responded simply, glancing at the board in hand as he moved toward his desk. The boy was anything but fine, ethargy clung to him, his head was clearly aching as was his body. "You did not require . . . assitance, if that is what you are enquiring. It was merely precaution."


Remy's relief at such news was imminent and he nodded releasing a sigh as he glanced away, an an arm folding idly across his front to pick at the wrist of the other.


"Alright, I should. . . go. Then." The Sandman turned slowly, as though unsure of his leave, the unsaid requesting lingering all about him and the stag leant back in his chair with a smile. "Remy, all information is confidential. Do not worry."


"Yeah, I knew that." He looked back at the Nurse, nodding to himself, letting the words sink in though unsure nonetheless of what to make of that. "Of course. Yeah, I know."


Mitchell shook his head as the youth made up his mind, accepting it and he watched the Sandman go, observing the Sandman's slight struggle to pull open the ward doors, a hip knocking into the frame as he could not yet properly direct his body before drawing his chair closer to his desk and staring at the papers though he was no longer focused on the words even as his eyes scanned over them.


It was difficult for him to be honest with the boy, he had come so far these last three years, and it had become somewhat personal. Had come to feel the need to protect him and save him the embarrassment of the truth as it would affect what control the sandman already possessed over his abilities if he feared that he may accidentally relieve himself, because although this time it had been in the privacy of the ward bed it could just have easily occured in public prior to being found, and that would only serve as a further knock to the boy's already much depleted confidence.


Leaning back in his chair Mitchell drew both arms up behind his head as he leant back, sighing for the second time in ten minutes, eyes closing. He would not interfere. The boy's body needed to adapt if he was to do gain full control, though it was difficult not to want to.





Unaware of the frustration he had left behind, moving uncertainly through the school halls, Remy paused not far from the infirmary to lean a shoulder heavily against the wall to catch his breath; okay so he may have over exaggerated his well being just slightly in order to escape-, glancing through the window at the grounds below, his gaze drawn to the pond, to the people walking the grounds. So many people, and he absently took a deep breath stealing himself for the day. So many things could happen in a day.​
 
Blake noticed Janet walking by. He vaguely remembered seeing her around last year, usually with a book. When they were paired up for projects, she always did the research and other things involving reading. What he wondered was why she didn't always show in class. She seemed to be replaced by another person for about half of them. He continued walking down the hallway, looking for things that might have changed.
 
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A voice seemingly coming from nowhere would echo throughout the halls. “Teachers and Staff please meet at the Teacher’s longue to discuss opening ceremonies within the next hour.” A sigh left her lips, this year as always they had a nicely confusing bunch of students. Each would need rooms and assignments, some extra treatment and in all truth it was all too much for her to keep up on her own. She could only hope they would show up, having been blown off from time to time by some of them before. They also needed to figure out a few events or what not to welcome the kids back. To what she could hope was the students second home.
 
Yan Laughed. “That you would”. Pondering this theory some she wondered if perhaps she might have some sort of leadership appeal, but shook her head of the thought as soon as it came to her mind. “I'd love to check out some of the fresh meat, there's how many new students and teachers this year... could be interesting” she smiled mischievously to her friend.








Yin on the other hand had the same idea and was heading off towards the commons, and would 'mistakenly' run into Yan and Liz. “Like minds” she spoke out loud to her sister, knowing that if she spoke through their connection alone it tended to upset her sister's friends. Something about being rude and the likes. She offered a smile and tried to step in line with her sister who only shook her head and laughed. “I bet” she mummered to herself








Ryker would look up from his papers at hearing Carmen's voice echoing from his best bet around the school grounds. “So it begins” he mused to himself as he straightened up his papers and went to lock them back up in his desk. The halls hadn't changed all that much so as soon as he bid farewell to Dachi he made his way to the teacher's lounge.


 
Kibeth was in a beautiful dream, the stars shifted in a painting like view, full of colors. Towards a certain direction though it seemed to lose color and have more of a black and white feel to it. It was still beautiful never the less. He explored this region curiously, only to find a semi floating statue. Partly curious if it could support his weight partly wanting to rest some against it he would find himself leaning.


In the real world the Kibeth was once more sleep walking. Nodding subconsciously to say hi to anyone he passed. He even raised a hand once and awhile to a wave to mere shadows even. Somehow he made his way into Reg’s classroom, his head bobbing around as if looking at new things through closed eyes. Only to end up leaning all cutely against the banshee as if not realizing who he was, or that it was someone he was leaning against.
 
Liz:


She shrugged with a light smile, her half-figuring that the year would be more or less the same as the previous one. The last year was pretty serene for the most part, other than minor temper fluctuations on Liz’s part which was a certainty her being what she was and all. For a moment she found herself drifting out of the conversation, listing through her mind for a moment. She was brought back to reality as Yan suggested a touring of the grounds and seeing what newbies would be here this year.


“Sounds like a plan to me,” she simply said with a raised brow and grin, thinking about what ‘new’ would entitle in this establishment. She smirked and said as they walked into the commons, “I’m guessing your sister is in route?” More times than naught they were listening in on each other, it being pretty much inconceivable to think that they would not know when something is going on in each others lives.


Reg:


He started to scribble a composition of notes upon the chalk board, figuring on something rather simplistic for the first class tomorrow. The range of this particular piece is overly simplified and if the students can not get it he’d have to settle with nursery rhymes, which would be a let down for this establishment. He had heard that the students here are ‘for the most part,’ not idiots but well that could be word of mouth and not truth. If he had his way he’d use some music that is a bit more recent, as to relate it to the young ears that would no doubt litter his classes in the future. However, the classics had their own appeal in the sense of getting a feel for who actually knew what they were doing in class.


To be quite honest he is using the simpler compositions to weed out the clowns and ones hoping for a free ride in an elective, he however would not be doing that. This was the first class that he would be teaching, well the first one where he was asked to do so the overseer knowing what he was. There was this one time in Bakersfield, Nevada where he taught eleventh grade music the students there thought he was a demon of a teacher. He only did that for a few months though, human children irked him something fierce.


As he scribbled the last bit of the composition to fill up the whole board someone entered the room in a sleeping state, Mr. Carmine figuring that the man was a teacher. As he stumbled over to Reg him leaning against him as if he was a brick wall, this definitely resembling sleepwalking to a T. Just then a voice called to Mr. Carmine, it being the one who was behind the scenes of the school…figuratively and quite literally. She had called all teachers to a meeting in the Lounge for the staff, apparently for some kind of ceremony for the first day here.


Reg stood the guy who had leaned against him straight up and situated him in front of himself, Reg putting his face in front of Kibeth’s. He paused momentarily and then with out warning screeched an ear piercing noise, intending on scaring the living heck out of the teacher who he had not yet met. There was one certainty about it all, the guy would not sleep through the noise…well unless he is completely deaf.
 
Blake suddenly grasped his ears in pain. He heard a sharp sound coming from somewhere and his cat ears were amplifying it, making it worse. "Darn banshees..." he said as the noise started to die down. He never really liked banshees; they are like ghosts only louder, and he never liked ghosts to begin with. He leaned against the wall to recover from that awful sound.
 
Kibeth was perfectly happy and content until a loud sound seemed to echo through his dream and everything faded away leaving him with sore ears and a classroom. His eyes blinking some, surprisingly not panic, just a little deaf after that noise. Slowly he moved a finger to run at each ear to no avail. Pausing realizing there was someone before him he just smiled. He couldn’t take such an act so harshly, for all he knew he may have scared the poor boy.


“Hello!” He seemed to be yelling due to not being able to hear quite as well suddenly. “You must be new here! I’m Kibeth, well Mr. Kibeth Yoshi, but everyone just calls me Kibeth!” At least he was awake for the time being, holding no ill will after such a vile act against him. “You mustn’t be frightened so easily, some of the kids are sensitive, you may have hurt them!” He paused tilting his head one way than to the other. “I think you would have hurt me if I wasn’t what I was! Nothing a good night sleep won’t fix though!” Of course he had no clue about the meeting . . . was this guy really a teacher?


Janet watched the Neko, only to feel ignored. She couldn’t help feel lonely but then she was too shy to really make friends around there. The only friends she really kept were her books. In fact she had decided to drown her loneness at the library when she over heard the voice. School events would start and soon so would classes . . . at least she could be stuck with work then.


It was the startling scream and pain in her ears that dropped her to the ground. Her eyes widen as she found herself losing control due to the pain, after all the other side of her would be perfectly fine. Fighting the best she could she already saw some of the shift happening, her hairs shorten quickly and turning red and even her cloths shifted. In no time Janet was gone and Helena was all that was left.


“About damn time!” Helena stood in great celebration as she removed the glasses and carefully put them away. “Sheesh, I wonder why the change? I don’t know wither to try to punch out someone or thank him for my freedom.” She paused her eyes glancing to the cat boy with a smirk. “OH look, it’s a kitty, here kitty kitty kitty.” She smirked wondering if it was his fault somehow. Noticing his pain she paused knowing it couldn’t have been his fault, maybe it was something that effected both him and Janet. “Hey *****, what happened?”
 
Blake saw the transformation and figured that was why she wasn't always around. He recognized the person now standing in front of him; she had teased him on more than one occasion. "Someone must have startled a banshee or something." He replied. He still had a headache from the sudden noise. "And the name's Blake, not *****."
 
[ I was waiting for a reply from TheCreativeUsername and it seems that alot has since happened. Unless someone would like to switch interaction to my charrie while he was walking to the headmistresses office or something I think I might need to drop this one.]
 
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