Fantasy Treadstone School of Odd Phenomenon and Arcane Arts (Invite only)

[H0lderOfH0pe]

Gus looked at Savina "Hmmm, I would consider it a beast." He said thoughtfully "But It's more of a Husk that Baba Yaga's use." Gus added not really thinking he'd ever be asked that question. "Why are you curious about that?" He asks knowing his student must have a good reason to ask about the Baba Yaga as they're remote creatures that many think are just rumors.

 

[AngieIsAMess]

Robin walked, to the courtyard, seeing that class would be held there today instead. she stood off to the side, waiting further instruction.

 

[Celestina Willow]

Savina looks up at the professor she wasn't expecting a follow up question on it, what was she supposed to tell him, that she actually lived in it for the fast 15 years? Baba Yaga was not a very liked woman, but she guessed it would be alright to tell one person, especially a teacher. She cleared her throat and spoke to him loud enough him to hear but not anyone else "Well, I kind live in it...when I'm not herr I guess and my mother is not a person I like to ask questions,"

 

[Tice]

Sesler had left his duster in the Lounge, and as he sprinted to the courtyard once more, he thought back upon the previous day's lesson. Very few were present as of yet, though he used the time to adjust the dummies in various ways that represent the Pure stance, yet slightly off as to show the appearance of a failed stance.


He'd turn to the doorway leading to the yard, clasping his hands behind his back once more. He'd move a bit to the side, the lowering sun catching his eye with its rays for a moment.

 

[Celestina Willow]

Savina sighed and went to her room, dropping off her books and stretching before she made her way to the courtyard. Professor Sesler was already there so she simply took her place "good morning sir,"

 

[Tice]

"Now, yesterday we learned the pure boxing stance and the swordfighting equivalent. Today, however, we shall recognize the importance of the lessons. I shall go around with a baton and occasionally test your stance in terms of what is being blocked, balance, and the advantage your placement gives you. Assume batons."


He'd pick his own up, twirling it with his wrist, thumb and pointer finger.

 

[Celestina Willow]

Savina takes her baton and assumed the defensive stance that they were taught the day before, adjusting herself to match the final result she was given after the professor had made corrections to her stance the day before.

 

[Tice]

Twirling the baton as he had done before, he'd jab to the area under a tucked elbow, where one would have to drop the arm to ward it off.

 

[Celestina Willow]

Savina takes her stance when the professor to a job at her, under her elbow and she dropped her arm in an attempt to ward it off, hopefully her stance was correct and she would be able to do so.

 

[Doc Taylor]

Taylor walked through the halls and painstakingly climbed the stairs to the headmaster's office. He took a brass key from his pocket and slid it into the keyhole on the door. The lock turned with with extreme ease for the headmaster, like it had been used not a day prior, but the opposite was true. Upon entry to the office one could see that the room was covered in a fine film of dust. Cobwebs hung across the ceiling and the room smelled of musty books and papers. The doctor hadn't been in this room since last year. He went to the end of the room and opened a window, a slight wind immediately went through the room. Taylor raised his hand and with it came all of the dust in the room. Usually picking up this many particles for him was difficult, but it was dust after all. He collected all the dust into a dense ball and threw it out the window. After looking at pictures of all the headmasters before him he paused at the one of his mentor and friend, Richard Ventis.


"You deserved a better death than the one you got."


He spoke to the painting, placing his hand on the frame. At that he shut the door to the office and locked it behind him. He had work to do.

 

[DeafLordess]

Asa was ready to start class. She felt bad for all of the students having to be up so late for just her class, so she decided that if anyone were to show up early, she would start for them. On the blackboard were three columns, labeled "Summoning", "Conjuring", and "Necromancy". Above that was written "Differences". Asa sat behind her desk, ready to go.

 

[Doc Taylor]

Taylor walked out of the headmaster's office, placed his hands behind his back, and cracked it. He sighed.


"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."


He began his long walk down the stairs and into the Industrial Arts workshop. In it one could see a forge, cold from not being used, a long work bench that was too tidy to have done anything productive in a while, and an office in the back with a door shut and locked. He looked above and saw the long array of pipes filled to the brim with water. A circle inscribed on each that would shatter the glass if it ever got too hot in the room. He breathed in deeply and the scent of oil and metal filled his nostrils.


This is one of the best classrooms in the school.

 

[DeafLordess]

Dismayed that no one showed up for her class, Asa erased the board and began writing. "No class tomorrow, as it is the beginning of the weekend. No class next week, as I have been called away urgently to see my sister." She dusted off her hands, tidied up her desk before she closed the door, locking it for the weekend and heading off to her room.

 

[Tori Bradley]

It took Celeste quite awhile to settle into her room, as she wasn't big on moving. She liked to say in one place with a system she was familiar with. This move was new to her. Exciting, but nerve-wracking. She took a nap to shake off the difference between time zones before she got up to head to her new classroom. Her class didn't start for awhile, but she needed to get her room set up.


Today, she was planning on starting out slow and teaching the kids how to double their power by harnessing energy and storing it an Energy Chamber. She figured that would be something easy that would allow to spend a day getting to know her students and assessing where each of their skill levels lay. She wanted them to enjoy her class and use it to better themselves and the world around them. Especially with the incoming danger from Reils Deanil.


Making her way down the hall to her classroom, Celeste was awed at the decor of the school. It was a truly fascinating place. Every picture or tapestry she past told her a new story, or gave her new insight on something. She'd never learned so much about a place just by looking at it. It was a new thing she decided she liked. Stepping through the door of her classroom, she jumped when she saw a man standing inside. Placing a hand over her racing heart and trying to slow her breathing, she looked at the man. His back was to her, but it only took her a moment to realize who he was.


"Headmaster Taylor. You frightened me," she said.

 

[Coco Adel]

It was morning, actually a bit into the afternoon when Lyuba awoke from her sleep. It was the weekend, which meant no classes. So in that respect she decided to wear something different today. The style was still the same Victorian inspired, she put on a short red and black dress with a black corset, she then put on some back knee high boots, and placed them up before putting on a red torn vest with some articles of jewelry on.


Once that was done she made her way out of her living quarters and started to walk around campus, opting to take a walk in the forest for a while. It was calm and peaceful, nothing, but the sounds of nature and the feel of a cool and pleasant breeze. It was at this moment that her gypsy soul was allowed to take hold, her need to wander and explore new things, as she took note of everything she saw when she came across a lake some ways in. She sat down in front of it, whistling a song to herself when a group of fae birds hiding somewhere in the trees started to mimic her whistling. Sesler spoke of the forest around the school as if they were an awful place to be, but perhaps he meant a part more further in.


"That's right, he is supposed to be going on that mission today isn't he, knowing him, he probably left at first light," Lyuba said, laughing to herself a bit when she started to think "I wonder if Dr. Taylor has left for the Mediterranean already as well?"

Spoiler

 

[Doc Taylor]

The doctor turned around to his new industrial arts teacher with a broad smile on his face.


"Miss Avendale I presume. Welcome to Treadstone! I'm assuming you found your room alright considering you're here."


He grabbed her by the hand and shook it.


"What do you think of the school? Do you have any questions?"

 

[Tori Bradley]

Celeste smiled back at the middle-aged man. He was rather handsome. She harbored the suspicion that Doctor Zachary Taylor was one of those me who is good-looking in his younger years, and just gets more and more attractive as he ages.


"I found my room just fine, thank you. This building isn't as much of labyrinth as I thought it would be," she said. She smoother her skirt with her hands and glanced around her the classroom before settling her bright, curious green graze on the headmaster. "This is quite the school. It's taught me so much by just glancing at it. Especially the decor. It speaks of a time not too long ago. A time of greatness, but an era tainted by revolution and Civil War. So to answer your question, Headmaster Taylor, yes, I love the school. As for questions, I believe I know everything I need to know for now. But thank you for asking."

 

[Doc Taylor]

"Of course. It's my job to keep my staff well informed. Does everything around you suit your needs for the class?"


The doctor gestured to the room around with his hand.


"It hasn't been used in a while, and if you need more raw materials I can get them to you as soon as possible."

 

[Tori Bradley]

Celeste decided she liked this man. She believed he'd make a good friend. She was severely lacking in the friend department.


Celeste grinned slyly. "My my, Doctor Taylor. Never in my life have I met such a kind, accomodating man," she said, and it was true. Most men wouldn't have bothered with any of that. They would've sat in their offices twiddling their thumbs.


"The classroom is far more than I hoped for. Ergo, it's perfect. As for raw materials, you don't happen to have sixteen Energy Chambers and a lightning rod lying around, do you?" she said.

 

[Doc Taylor]

"I have a lightning rod. As for chambers, I don't have much. Enchanting has never been my specialty Miss Avendale and don't think much of me offering to help. It's not a big deal for me really. This school is my home, it's student's and staff are family, no matter how long they've been here. I want you taken care of so you can take care of my students, and my students taken care of so they can make the world a better place."


He began to walk out of the room.


"I'll see what I can do about those energy chambers. Goodnight Miss Avendale."


The door to the room shut behind him as he walked out.

 

[Coco Adel]

Lyuba stretches and returns to the campus, walking the halls, she comes across a new face. This must have been the new industrial arts teacher. Seeing as how the only other staff member she really talked to was off on some top priority mission, she found herself getting very bored. With this in mind she figured it would be a good idea to make some more friends.


"Hello there, my name is Lyuba Lovell, I'm the Magical History teacher, and you must be the new teacher Dr. Taylor mentioned in the lounge last night," She smiled introducing herself to her new co-worker.

 

[Tori Bradley]

Celeste smiled slightly after he left and walked over to her new desk. It seemed to her Doctor Taylor was an honorable man. She was arranging a few things when for her Monday class when she heard a voice.


She spun around, looking at the woman in the door.


"Everyone seems to be fond of scaring me today," she said. Then she straightened her skirt and walked over, holding her hand out. "It's nice to meet you, Lyuba. My name is Celeste Avendale."

 

[Coco Adel]

Lyuba laughed a little bit, rubbing the back of her head "Sorry about that, I guess I do have a habit of creeping up on people sometimes," She takes her hand and shakes it "So, where are from Celeste?"

 

[Tori Bradley]

Celeste noticed the woman had a firm handshake, giving Celeste the impression that she was confident.


"I'm originally from Italy, but my family moved to America when I was seven, so my accent has long since faded. I came from Louisiana, if you're asking where I'm from state-wise," she replied.

 

[Coco Adel]

"Ah, so you're from overseas as well then. I am from Deva Transylvania, in Romania. I've only been in America for three years, but due to my supernatural, reading, wisdom and intelligence I was able to pick the language quickly without carrying an accent. This is my first year teaching here...or anywhere actually," Lyuba replies.