Fantasy The Chalice Academy

[BladeZ]

After Mr. Michealis placed the bucket on the desk his cellphone rang. The teacher went to the window to answer the call. It was presumably something about his night class... The teacher was on the call for a while and when he hung up, he turned around to find that many of the students... had escaped. Mr. Michealis sighed to himself, but at least one or two were remaining.


A quick check of the school property showed that the earthquake mess had been cleaned up. Serephene was in the lounge and the other students were... somewhere. That was fine - Mr. Michealis couldn't really care much about the livelyhood of the others. Indifferent would be the word. As for his Survival lesson that was going to be taught, it would be useless now with only two students to teach.


"Both of you are now Captains of the class. You have jurisdiction over the other students" said Mr. Michealis bluntly. It appeared his mind was on other pressing matters. "Is there a power you seek?"


Normally Mr. Michealis would have either sent out monsters or himself to track down the missing students, but he would be lax for today. Makes it easier to fail them in the future.

 

[amended]

Stew noticed the class door on their right, "Oh, here it is." He says with a smile. He then opens the door for Kanari, like a gentleman, and lets her walk in first.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Kanari was rather annoyed by the time they made it to class, which was quite the feat on Stewart's behalf not many people were actually able to annoy her like this, it was usually the other way around. After stepping through the door, which Stewart had so kindly held open for her, though this only served to annoy her even more. Spotting Emily she made her way over to where she was sitting, taking a place next to her "Hey." Mumbling under her breath as she sat down, her irritation obvious to anyone even half listening.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"What's up with you?" She asks not really caring since her shoulder was kind of sore. She then looks at Kanari hearing the annoyance in her voice, "Who's annoying you?"

 

[amended]

Stew sat over by the window, he pulls out a small book he carries with titled, 'The Best of Edgar Allen Poe' It contained all of Poe's greatest stories, "Tis some visitor, only that, and nothing more." He mutters as he reads The Raven.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

"What? I'm not annoyed." Lying terribly, she didn't want to admit that anyone could irritate her as easily as Stewart just did, if they hadn't come to the classroom when they did she probably would have ended up putting him through a wall.


Looking around the class she noticed the distinct lack of people "Where is everyone anyway?" People here seemed to just wonder in and out of class as they wanted, and from what she'd heard that kind of went against the point of school.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Dunno." As Emily says this she hears the new kid reading a book that was closely similar to her's. She grabs her book labeled H.P. Lovecraft's Great Tales of Horror and walks over to the new kid. She places the book on the desk trying to get a look at what he was reading. "Watcha' readin'?" Someone who enjoys my literature, great!

 

[amended]

Stew looks up, "Uh, The Raven." He looks at her book, "I've heard HP Lovecraft is pretty good." He says to her, "I'm more of a Poe man myself, hence the book." he chuckles, "Such great stories." It wasn't like him to be this talkative.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"My personally favorite story is Herbert West Re-Animator either that or Call of Cthulhu." Finally someone I can talk to about literature. She looks at the new kid noticing the gas mask but disregarding it, "I've never read any of Poe's work, but I have heard he's pretty good."

 

[amended]

Stewart smiles, " 'Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door, 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more.' " He quotes the entire first stanza.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Emily smiles evilly at the new kid trying to best his quotes. "The body on the table had risen with a blind and terrible groping, and we had heard a sound. I should not call that sound a voice, for it was too awful. And yet its timbre was not the most awful thing about it. Neither was its message -- it had merely screamed, "Jump, Ronald, for God’s sake, jump!" The awful thing was its source.For it had come from the large covered vat in that ghoulish corner of crawling black shadows." She said reading her favorite paragraph from Herbert West.

 

[amended]

Stew smiles, She wants a competition? I'll give her one then. He smirks as he stands, he uses his paranoia ability to really draw an effect on the audience, he starts reciting The Raven, this time, with feeling,


"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,


And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.


Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow


From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -


For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -


Nameless here for evermore.


And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain


Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;


So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating


`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -


Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -


This it is, and nothing more,'


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,


`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;


But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,


And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,


That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -


Darkness there, and nothing more.


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,


Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;


But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,


And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'


This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'


Merely this and nothing more.


Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,


Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.


`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;


Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -


Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -


'Tis the wind and nothing more!'


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,


In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.


Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;


But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -


Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -


Perched, and sat, and nothing more.


Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,


By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,


`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.


Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -


Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,


Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;


For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being


Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -


Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,


With such name as `Nevermore.'


But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,


That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.


Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -


Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -


On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'


Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'


Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,


`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,


Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster


Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -


Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore


Of "Never-nevermore."'


But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,


Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;


Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking


Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -


What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore


Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'


This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing


To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;


This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining


On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,


But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,


She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer


Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.


`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee


Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!


Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'


`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -


Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,


Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -


On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -


Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'


`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!


By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -


Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,


It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -


Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'


`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -


`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!


Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!


Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!


Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'


And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting


On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;


And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,


And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;


And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor


Shall be lifted - nevermore! "


By the end of it, he was emotionally drained, that was the most beautiful thing that he's ever done. When he finished reciting it he was wide eyed and had a smile on his face, he looked insane. He sat back down and stopped his paranoia, he waited for a reaction.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"So you want a competition!" She flips through the book silently muttering to herself."This is one of my favorites poems of his." She clears her throat.


"Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,


Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,


I have lived o'er my lives without number,


I have sounded all things with my sight;


And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.


I have whirled with the earth at the dawning,


When the sky was a vaporous flame;


I have seen the dark universe yawning


Where the black planets roll without aim,


Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.


I had drifted o'er seas without ending,


Under sinister grey-clouded skies,


That the many-forked lightning is rending,


That resound with hysterical cries;


With the moans of invisible daemons, that out of the green waters rise.


I have plunged like a deer through the arches


Of the hoary primoridal grove,


Where the oaks feel the presence that marches,


And stalks on where no spirit dares rove,


And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers through dead branches above.


I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains


That rise barren and bleak from the plain,


I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains


That ooze down to the marsh and the main;


And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things, I care not to gaze on again.


I have scanned the vast ivy-clad palace,


I have trod its untenanted hall,


Where the moon rising up from the valleys


Shows the tapestried things on the wall;


Strange figures discordantly woven, that I cannot endure to recall.


I have peered from the casements in wonder


At the mouldering meadows around,


At the many-roofed village laid under


The curse of a grave-girdled ground;


And from rows of white urn-carven marble, I listen intently for sound.


I have haunted the tombs of the ages,


I have flown on the pinions of fear,


Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages;


Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:


And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.


I was old when the pharaohs first mounted


The jewel-decked throne by the Nile;


I was old in those epochs uncounted


When I, and I only, was vile;


And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.


Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,


And great is the reach of its doom;


Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,


Nor can respite be found in the tomb:


Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.


Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,


Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,


I have lived o'er my lives without number,


I have sounded all things with my sight;


And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright."


She slams the book shut and starts laughing hysterically, or evilly.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Kanari listened to Emily and Stewart's little contest for a few moments, though he quickly grew bored, classic literature had never really been her thing. Reaching into her back and fishing out one of the comics or manga she'd brought with her, she'd read all of them so she wasn't very concerned at to which one she retrieved. Pulling out a newer manga, Akame Ga Kill splayed across the front in large cartoony letters to draw the readers eye, quickly flipping it open she began to read, quickly zoning out as she read it for the second time.

 

[jinkx]

(Yes! Poetry! The Raven! *passes out from the feels*)


Poetry? Were they serious? Were they seriously competing over reciting poetry? She stared at the two boys in disbelief. It was horrifying.


"It seems like you two share an additional power." Tessa said, "Boring people to death! Please, just shut up!" It was all so depressing and miserable too. God, lighten up, people!

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Emily glares at Tessa and flips through his book to take out a piece of folded paper. She unfolds the paper and recites some of the words.


"Annoyance is such a hideous thing.


It blackens the heart.


Making it sting.


You say stop.


Do as I say!


How can I?


When you do it anyway..?


Annoyance...


Such an Ugly thing.


You can breathe..


But never have glee.


Remember the fallen..


Queen of hearts.


She roams within the darkness..


Of the humans heart.


I do not care.


Leave me be..


Be forewarned.


I might just..


Scream..."





She smiles evilly at Tessa knowing full well this would annoy her.

 

[jinkx]

"Just stop, you creepy weirdo!" Tessa said, "Or I'm lighting your book on fire!" The girl was just trying to annoy her now. And it was working, as well.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Emily sticks her tongue out at Tessa, "Fine, I'll just stop having fun." She goes back to her desk and sets the book down, using the piece of paper as a bookmark.

 

[jinkx]

"Good." Tessa said. The girl was irritating her. Wait... Emily... Where was Octavius? Tessa looked around and couldn't seem him anywhere.


"Where did your brother go?" Tessa raised an eyebrow, "He's conveniently disappeared again just as you turned up." What were Octavius and Emily trying to pull? Something was definitely up.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"He had to go to the infirmary, he tripped and sprained his ankle." Emily grits her teeth but keeps it concealed from Tessa. "He'll be back in an hour or so."

 

[jinkx]

"Mhm." Tessa said, "I hope you'll stick around and make sure he's alright." She grinned, "After all, you are his sister." She had them cornered now. She was going to get them into the same room at the same time and there was nothing they could to stop her. She suppressed the strong urge to laugh evilly.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Emily starts tapping her desk nervously, "D... Do you know when we'll get our dorms?" She asks trying to change the subject. "What are they Unisex or same sex dorms?"

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Kanari looked up from her comic, why in Christs name didn't Octavius just tell her already? And what the hell was wrong with him, he was far less... unbearable the last time they'd talked. Placing the comic back in her back she took a better look at Emily, some was definitely... off about her, the atmosphere she gave off was far less pleasant. She decided the next time Emily had to change back to Octavius she'd stop her from leaving, that should at shut Tessa up for awhile, all this arguing was stressing her out beyond belief at this point.

 

[jinkx]

"I don't know. And they were unisex last year." Tessa said, "Maybe they'll be different this year. I don't know." She shrugged. She was making Emily nervous, she could tell. Well, good. If she will act weird, then she deserves to feel nervous.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Why am i not telling her? Because it's hard to tell someone who's as cold as her. Who said that? Your consciousness. As Emily was having a 'conversation' she heard something muttering coming from the corner where the dead one was at. She stopped tapping the desk. She turns her head slowly behind her to show and evil grin and chuckling slightly. "A little birdy told me that you and Rayu are quite close." She points to the creature in corner even knowing full well that Tessa couldn't see it.