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St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Forgot to do mentions.

@liferusher and @Raijinslayer

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

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Such… insolence.

Franceska spared the small girl who dared stand in her presence half a glance, regarding the newcomer with cold eyes and an upward tilt in her jaw. St. Fortuna had come highly recommended, which was the only reason she had deigned to grace this place with her presence. Yet, the mere existence of these undesirables had begun to convince her otherwise. To think that they were in the same institution as her, an esteemed Vrodiskovich, and they had never bothered to at least learn basic manners. How boorish. Like overcooked macaroni, these peasants were beyond redemption.

Alas, not everyone was born to bear the weight of a name worth far more than any words could hold.

She could shed enlightenment into their ignorance. But Franceska didn’t find herself in a generous mood today, so she wouldn’t. Let the mongrels chase tails and fetch sticks to their hearts' content. She would whip them into shape some other day, when she wasn’t wearing something she would miss.

“Ah, I thought I heard something.” The corner of her mouth twitched into a humourless smile. “Ohohoho~~ As expected of mutts, always snarling at their betters. Why don’t you run along now? Back to whatever vapid amusement that your kind likes to wallow in?” As she spoke, Franceska sidestepped, leaving the scene and the fuming girl behind her.

[IntCheck] Persona - Academic Akrasia

Yeah, I got Moon last time.

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

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This was taking too long.

To think that these curs would dare make her wait this long, that they would even dare let her stand up like this, that they would dare group her up with these... these peasants! For such a prestigious place, their efficiency and speed left a lot to be desired. Well, the decor was passable, if not for these mongrels in her presence.

Franceska sighed, rubbing her temple. All this stress was giving her a headache.

She did notice the coughing, but did not turn around. Why would she? What sort of uncivilized boor would try to address her that way? But it was impossible to ignore them once they started talking, thus Franceska turned around to see who it was.

"Well now, I didn't expect to find a lady as beautiful as you amongst our student body, nor can I believe that I managed to miss you last year either."

Almost immediately her mind went white, her mouth stretched in a terse smile. Franceska had been here but for an hour, and already there were flies like that flocking to her as if she were leftover scraps of cheese. Were she but a naive girl, with her heart so easily swayed, perhaps this sort of tactic would work. But she was a Vrodiskovich, a woman of honor and virtue! For such a trick, nay, for such an offense to be played upon her was unforgivable.

"My name is Jeanette Blackwood, and if you would be so kind, I would ask that you please except this Erish Rose from my homeland as a gift from me to you. A noble specimen for someone of equally noble bearing."

" 'Tis a fitting gift." She accepted the rose, looking at its beauty. Her mouth curled into a cruel smile.

"For a mongrel."

With those words, she dropped the flower to the floor, making sure Jeanette saw what she did. "Did you truly think a mere flower, no doubt stolen from someone else's garden, would be a fitting gift for one such as I? What more, for a mannerless rogue to approach me so... such insolence!"

Feeling slightly better after releasing some of her pent up stress, she moved as if to walk away, before turning back and stomping her foot on the flower. "Oh dear me, I appear to have stepped on something. OHOHOHOHO~! All this poverty in the air must have made me clumsy!"

Laughing to herself, she moved away from the girl, feeling very satisfied with herself.

@Raijinslayer

Strange Gospel: An Urban Fantasy RP

HOSHITANI YUUGA

Success!

Yuuga clapped his hands together, the already wide smile on his face beaming even brighter. Ah, he actually managed to do it! A brief glance was sent over the club members. Their whispers had turned to ones of excitement. He’d done it and everyone saw him do it. Best case scenario. Sure, it seemed like just a temporary fix but he’d done the best he could at the time. That was enough, right?

“Thanks, Chiyu-chan! Hope we didn’t trouble you too much!”

They probably did. Yuuga had heard plenty of stories of how brutal Student Council work could be. Ah well, it was Chiyu or the club. The choice was easy. The Treasurer wasn’t really anyone he needed to concern himself with. Her opinion wouldn’t sway anything too important. He began to turn away, thinking that the conversation was finished.

“Ah, I gotta get changed. Was supposed to do a grocery run tonight.”

[IntCheck] Persona - Academic Akrasia

Interested. It's good to be back.

Strange Gospel: An Urban Fantasy RP

Aight, I'll fix my posts too. Thanks for letting us know.

Strange Gospel: An Urban Fantasy RP

HOSHITANI YUUGA

“Oh really?” Yuuga raised an eyebrow but cringed when Chiyu bowed. This girl really didn’t know how to sugar-coat, huh.

This was not the sort of response he wanted with so many people watching. Were his club members going to think of him as some kind of tyrant? Or was he gonna come off as more of a charismatic diplomat type? He guessed that it depended on what kind of stance he was taking, whatever the mood was. And right now the mood was getting really, awkwardly formal. Yuuga laughed nervously in response. He needed to defuse quickly.

“All the clubs, huh? Even those guys on the Kendo team?”

Damn, was that too on the nose? Too cynical? He must’ve sounded like a salty bastard just then. Quickly now, before the tide of conversation became too unfavourable for the both of them.

“I mean… it’s just that…” More effort into his smile. Don't let the Treasurer know that he had no idea what he was doing. Yuuga scratched his head, recalling President’s rant last week about the other ‘glory-hogging sport hounds’ and their budget bonuses, “The Kendo Club’s the school’s clear favourite. Nothing wrong with that. But we’ve got more than twice as many recruits than last year. You’ll have to ask Prez for more details but personally I don’t know how we’re gonna handle these many members with a cut budget. Are you sure there’s no way to work around us?”

Was that good enough? No, one more push should do it.

“And this is just between us,” Yuuga said lowly, knowing full well that his club members were listening in, “But we’ve got a lotta first years still showing up. Wayy more than we can handle with a cut budget. Plus, kyudo's been a staple in the school community for ages! A lotta people could get affected here.”

His strategically off-hand remark triggered whispers of agreement from the older club members, garnering some small satisfaction in him. Jackpot. Even if he couldn’t negotiate their budget back, it’d still look like he tried.

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Could you delete this profile in the CHAR tab?

Player isn't returning to the Guild and a backup copy has been saved externally just in case.

Thanks.

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

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Franceska seethed at the proceedings, her impatience swelling with every called name that wasn’t hers. Long waits were an annoyance that an esteemed Vrodiskovich rarely had the displeasure of dealing with. Any peasant worth their salt would know not to keep someone of her status waiting.

And yet…

The scion rubbed the material of her silk gloves between her fingers; partly to pass the time, partly out of displeased trepidation. Had she known that the ceremony would be preceded by a history lecture as pointless as croutons in bouillabaisse, she would have passed this pathetic farce in favor of another fencing lesson.

She brought her gaze down to her gloves. So she was to make physical contact with the undoubtedly disappointing second-string that was to be her partner for the next year, then ‘accept’ the other into her soul. Franceska shuddered. As if any plebeian in this hall had the right to even breathe the same air as a Vrodiskovich, much less receive the prestige that was to be her constant presence in their life.

Had her father been present, that deranged oaf Loyola wouldn’t have dared kept Franceska waiting so long. But he wasn’t and she could do nothing but glare furiously at the proceedings. So she waited.