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Fantasy Surnaturel Academy

Hanako laughed like a maniac while jumping up and down, or at least coming as close to 'jumping' as a ghost can. It was her first scare here, and it went so well. She should give this girl a prize or something for being her first.


Hanako slowly approached Yumi, grabbed her tail, and played with it a little. She simulated the feel of a non-incorporeal hand using her kinetic manipulation, but because she was a ghost her touch was cold rather than warm.


"This is fun, but I don't really want your... bed. No idea why you offered that. I would, however, like to ask you about your experience. First, did you wet yourself? Second, how scary was my service from one to ten, one being a bunny and ten being the scariest thing you can imagine? Third, would you be scared by me again?"
 
Yumi's face lit up as the ghost actually took up her tail offer. Truly, it was her greatest tool in life, as her mother once told her.


"I mean, a lit-ten. Ten." she stopped herself, going through the ghost's questionnaire.


"Do I have to be scared again? I have a weak heart; you really got me." she said answering the third.


She looked up as a voice called in.


"Don't come in here like some pervert; this is the ladies' room!" she called back.
 
Kuro was taken back by that comment, "I wasn't gonna come in I heard a bunch of screaming" he said defending himself.


from the legendary Shiro Okami
 
"NO YOU DIDN'T THIS IS A PRIVATE AREA" Yumi shouted back, before giving a loud series of coughs. She should have remembered to use her indoor voice.
 
Kuro was gonna go on but decided he must have misheard the screams for something else. "As long as their alright" he muttered to himself and walked away from the bathroom. He was still lost trying to find were the next class was, "maybe there a map" he said looking on the walls for one.


from the legendary Shiro Okami
 
The teacher arrived and took a seat on the far side of the table. Yoh decided to take one opposite the teacher. More and more students began to pile in and take seats. The teacher stood and made a gesture with his hands and a ring of screens appeared just over the lights over the table. They were blank for the moment and the teacher waited until the next bell signaling the start of class before introducing himself.


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Charlotte finished her doodle, painted on the back of one of the screens displaying a game of DEFCON- she guessed the teacher was a fan or something. Her work done, she moved to an unpainted ceiling beam to check her handiwork.

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"A little," muttered Hanako, disappointed, "I can do better."


The ghost wrote something down on a notepad as the Kitsune chewed the Hell out of some pervert mouthbreather outside the girl's room.


"Well, I thought it was a ten, but I honestly expected more waterworks," she mumbled, putting the notepad back inside her incorporeal body where she kept all sorts of mundane things, "I'd definitely want to scare you again, because that was fun, but I had no idea you had a weak heart. I don't want to hurt you, so don't worry about it too much."


Hanako offered an incorporeal hand backed by tactile kinetic force to help the girl up.


"Sorry about that. I really didn't know."
 
Peter H. Stone continued to observe his surroundings. There was a new biological pounding on the ladies door, screaming, alongside the screaming of the Mongrel Kitsune. He wondered why this new female did not enter. Peter H. Stone however, was more concerned about that some water was going through the door. No, there is no way the oceans are going to try to take over this proper land. The moon, at least keeps the rampage mostly in check. Peter kept a wary analysis on the situation, knowing it could end quite poorly. But for now, he thought of the moon. Yes, the moon was a fine thing.
 
Already sitting in the room, where wasn't really important as it was a round table, a symbol of equality amongst peers and all that, was a young chinese man dressed in a simple featureless white shirt and black pants with small round spectacles on his face. The young man, smiling and relaxed, was reading a book but one obviously not part of the curriculum, as it featured a strange arrangement of chinese characters on the cover along with detailed illustrations for a series of blocks, strikes and grapples. When people began coming in he put the book away and looked at the entrants with a smile on his face, giving whoever looked at him a slight bow or at least a nod.
 
"It's fine. Nobody got hurt, right?" Yumi asked, her legs trembling as she leaned on the wall for support.


She looked down, her clothes were soaked with water and another fluid.


"I guess I'll have to go change, and afterwards I need to head to class." she said, making a mental note.


"Actually, aren't you a student here? We could meet back in class." the fox offered.
 
The teacher looked to at a picture that had shown up one of the screens. He looked up to see Charlotte and he painted her as the culprit. Then paint simply vanished as it was erased from existence. "Just as X said." the teacher mumbled. He then looked at Charlotte and the picture she painted on the screen was now hovering in front of her. No matter what she does it'll follow her like an odd design on her shirt, it didn't even exist in this dimension or hers so there was nothing she could do about it. The teacher made it shrink and hovered directly over her face.
 
"Uh... yeah, 'student' is a descriptor that could potentially be applied to me at one point or another," answered Hanako, looking shifty-eyed and generally dishonest, "Sure. Let's meet in class after you get changed."


Suddenly, all of the faucets stopped and all of the toilets ceased overflowing.


"So, um, I'm Hanako the Toilet Ghost. I like scaring people. Pleased to meet you."
 
"I'm Yumi. Yumi Koizawa. It's nice to meet you, Hanako." the fox smiled, dripping onto the floor.


She took a few steps backwards, and left the bathroom. All there was to do now was head to the dorms without being seen.
 
Charlotte watched as the teacher erased her fantastic work of post-modernist art, followed by... nothing. Huh. Perhaps he had done something in another dimension, invisible to one without magical vision powers presumably possessed by him. Clearly, this was a man who took his video games VERY SERIOUSLY, and was a very sad individual.
 
Hanako felt a very small smile creep up on her cold, incorporeal lips as she watched Yumi go. She seemed rather sickly, but cool enough that there were no hard feelings about scaring her until she collapsed in a puddle of urine. Obviously Hanako couldn't scare her any more, but the fact that she couldn't might make it easier to befriend her.


Hanako floated around the bathroom, humming to herself happily before making her way to class. She was gonna scare the bajeepers out of whoever was teaching it, as was her prerogative as a ghost. She became invisible, and floated through the wall behind the teacher. All of a sudden, she became visible again and screeched.


"URAMESHIYA!"


The guy looked pretty tough, but her ability let her scare anybody. She'd have him wet himself in a second, and add a new victim to the list.
 
Kuro finally found his way to class and slipped in and sat down in an empty seat. He wasn't sure what they were suppose to be learning here today but he was willing to find out. Kuro pulled out his notebooks and waited for the teacher to go on with the lecture. He looked around to see that basically everyone had made it which means that he was probably late, "oh well I'm sure I didn't miss much" he thought to himself.


from the legendary Shiro Okami
 
Yumi walked into the empty dorms, and sorted through her clothes. Maybe she was having a hard day because she set off on the wrong foot. And the wrong foot was probably the wrong outfit. Yumi pulled on the green seifuku and a new set of white stockings. It was good to see her old uniform still fit well; clothes shopping was expensive.


"Alright Peter, let's head to class. Hopefully we didn't miss much." she said, and re-entered the halls.
 
The teacher decided to begin class as the starting bell rung. "Welcome to Defense and Logic, I'm shall be your instructor my name Mr. Z and I'm supposed to teach you...." Suddenly a student appeared and on instinct the teacher had his hand in front of her face about to blow her away with a mix of energies but then he looked seeing it was a student. The light in Z's hand faded and he just raised an eyebrow, though he didn't wet himself he didn't have half a mind to have this ghost exorcized. It was about as scared as he could get. "You know if a didn't look you'd be exorcized about now." He told her. Then shrugging her off turned back to the class. "Any questions before I begin?"
 
Peter H. Stone continued to ponder upon a variety of subjects until, his Mongrel Valet came.Shall we watch you get beating to a pulp again? Or some flashy monologues that are unamusing? I was having much more fun thinking of rock formations. Peter thought to himself, as Yumi picked him up and re-entered the halls.
 
Cas raised his hand. "What about Mr. Y?" He chuckled lightly and put his hand down. The paper airplane appeared from hi pocket and began flying around the room.
 
Yu Wenyan, despite his chinese heritage, was fluent in english and noticed the instructor's few problems with speaking the language out loud. Maybe he was a foreigner too. That just reminded him of home, he missed the Wudang Mountain Range and its spectacular sights and clean air despite having readily accepted this mission. But he had to be strong, it was for the future of Wudang. When asked if he had any questions he raised his hand and said "Why are defense and logic taught together? Isn't there a self defense and combat curriculum already?". Yu had arrived late, a problem with his baggage and trying to come into the school with his own weapons for practice, and was told that he'd missed combat class before being sent to this room.
 
Z laughed for a bit at Cas's question. "I actually have no Idea, I think Y teaches another class. " Z turned to Yu and answered his question. "Actually there's a course that teaches you just how to use abilities and possibly new ones. My class is meant to teach strategies, I have no idea why the board named it Defense and Logic when all it's only strategy." He briefly looked at the airplane then at the class. "Anything else?"
 
Hanako raised an eyebrow at the old guy. She'd never really gotten that reaction before, and it was wholly unsatisfactory. She'd have to teach him fear if he didn't know it.


"I think you're the one who needs some exercise, old man," Hanako replied before taking a seat, "I'm fit as Hell."


Hanako then began folding some paper, because she could already tell that this was gonna be one boring old dude.
 

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