Posted. Didn't actually arrive at the Swimming Club, as there are no NPCs of note associated with them yet. I'm assuming that I can talk about 'some naiads' or 'those newt-men' or 'a few mermaids/men' when referring to other members?
I just re-read Andrej's biography, and I realised that Gideon would actually be able to learn his true name because I was recently informed by Spawnling that Gideon can actually understand intelligent marine species, which includes whales and dolphins :D
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Gideon, Swimming Club
Gideon woke in his bedroom. More specifically, in his fish-tank.
Mentally stretching, he swirled around the huge aquarium in liquid form, admiring the architecture of the underwater Arthurian-style castle and the water weed forest that waved around it. The light of the morning sun flickered on the gentle waves at the surface, bathing the floor in a strange, greenish light.
His room was amazing. Roughly rectangular, an entire wall was taken up by a floor-to-ceiling aquarium, filled with his pet tropical fish (sent on ahead from Britain). The remainder was a simple combination of regular school-kid and water related objects, with model boats, luminous plastic lobsters and fishing nets occupying most of the surfaces.
Reluctantly, Gideon left the water molecules and reformed his atomic structure into his human form. In this state, he was liable to all the usual desires, wants and pains any ordinary person would have; most notably food, drink and comfort (and yes, that as well, but come on, he is only 15). Grabbing a bagel from between two inflatable dolphins, he dragged on some fresh clothes (no need to shower, he sleeps in water for goodness sake!) and burst through the door, dragging out a map from his pocket.
Yesterday, the Club's stands had been in the Gardens. Gideon noticed a stream and at least two fountains on the map, and made up his mind to find and memorise their locations. He didn't want to dehydrate and shrivel up like a prune. To the north lay the main school buildings and the dormitories, where he was now. Nearby lay the Stadium, and next to them, the Pools. Gideon hefted his backpack a little higher, and bounded down the corridor towards the entrance.
(OOC: Didn't arrive at the club because I'm waiting to see if an NPC will be assigned to it.)
Gideon woke in his bedroom. More specifically, in his fish-tank.
Mentally stretching, he swirled around the huge aquarium in liquid form, admiring the architecture of the underwater Arthurian-style castle and the water weed forest that waved around it. The light of the morning sun flickered on the gentle waves at the surface, bathing the floor in a strange, greenish light.
His room was amazing. Roughly rectangular, an entire wall was taken up by a floor-to-ceiling aquarium, filled with his pet tropical fish (sent on ahead from Britain). The remainder was a simple combination of regular school-kid and water related objects, with model boats, luminous plastic lobsters and fishing nets occupying most of the surfaces.
Reluctantly, Gideon left the water molecules and reformed his atomic structure into his human form. In this state, he was liable to all the usual desires, wants and pains any ordinary person would have; most notably food, drink and comfort (and yes, that as well, but come on, he is only 15). Grabbing a bagel from between two inflatable dolphins, he dragged on some fresh clothes (no need to shower, he sleeps in water for goodness sake!) and burst through the door, dragging out a map from his pocket.
Yesterday, the Club's stands had been in the Gardens. Gideon noticed a stream and at least two fountains on the map, and made up his mind to find and memorise their locations. He didn't want to dehydrate and shrivel up like a prune. To the north lay the main school buildings and the dormitories, where he was now. Nearby lay the Stadium, and next to them, the Pools. Gideon hefted his backpack a little higher, and bounded down the corridor towards the entrance.
(OOC: Didn't arrive at the club because I'm waiting to see if an NPC will be assigned to it.)
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Same here. Although I have lost my enthusiasm somewhat. And SanaChan, your avatar is fairly weird. Self-debagging is quite an odd practice...
Funny though XD
Funny though XD
Done my final post before the time skip now.
You should totally draw everyone Spawling :D Gideon would be quite easy, just draw a puddle with eyes XD
Also, I don't really get the whole 'Rivals' thing. Someone please explain!
You should totally draw everyone Spawling :D Gideon would be quite easy, just draw a puddle with eyes XD
Also, I don't really get the whole 'Rivals' thing. Someone please explain!
Gideon, Gabriel, Grey (cameo)
Before the angel could answer, Gideon saw the Headmaster, Grey, abruptly stand up and address the crowds in a friendly booming voice. He remembered some of the things he was talking about; like the set of rules, for one - but others, whether he had heard them before or not, were lost in a sea of frenzied conversation as the swarm of other Freemen debated about the Head's appearance. Grey seemed to take the situation in his stride, calmly mentioning that "You'll get used to it. Suffice to say that there is no wrong way to address me.".
After the announcement about a free day to explore the academy and Purgatory, the horde of mythological creatures fell back into a wild, loud sea of voices, discussing what they would do, when they would do it, and just how sick this school, was going to be. Taking the opportunity, he reached back over to the angel and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "As I was saying..."
Before the angel could answer, Gideon saw the Headmaster, Grey, abruptly stand up and address the crowds in a friendly booming voice. He remembered some of the things he was talking about; like the set of rules, for one - but others, whether he had heard them before or not, were lost in a sea of frenzied conversation as the swarm of other Freemen debated about the Head's appearance. Grey seemed to take the situation in his stride, calmly mentioning that "You'll get used to it. Suffice to say that there is no wrong way to address me.".
After the announcement about a free day to explore the academy and Purgatory, the horde of mythological creatures fell back into a wild, loud sea of voices, discussing what they would do, when they would do it, and just how sick this school, was going to be. Taking the opportunity, he reached back over to the angel and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "As I was saying..."
Dantus seems unpredictable. I hope Purgatory has some kind of law against corporal punishment, because I could easily imagine him using the cane on some poor creature's backside for handing in homework 5 minutes late D:
Just to let everybody know, I probably won't be able to post more than once on Monday (GMT) because I'm staying at my grandparent's and they don't have good internet. So see you on Tuesday :D
Just to let everybody know, I probably won't be able to post more than once on Monday (GMT) because I'm staying at my grandparent's and they don't have good internet. So see you on Tuesday :D
Gideon, Gabriel
Gideon, shaking himself free of whatever trance or spell had affected him, saw the angel he had seen before making off towards the stands. He looked depressed and careworn - out of place amongst the crowd of romping students. Gideon, unsure of what to do, followed him. Despite his solitary nature (born from a lone tributary to the Stour, what can you expect?) he felt sorry for someone so disheartened, and, although the angel was so much older than him, he followed the winged adolescent to the seats.
"Hello." Gideon said quietly, upon sitting close by." My name is Gideon."
Gideon, shaking himself free of whatever trance or spell had affected him, saw the angel he had seen before making off towards the stands. He looked depressed and careworn - out of place amongst the crowd of romping students. Gideon, unsure of what to do, followed him. Despite his solitary nature (born from a lone tributary to the Stour, what can you expect?) he felt sorry for someone so disheartened, and, although the angel was so much older than him, he followed the winged adolescent to the seats.
"Hello." Gideon said quietly, upon sitting close by." My name is Gideon."
Okay. Maybe Gideon should group up with some other more solitary characters. Who knows?
Okay then, I'll wait. Looking forward to it.
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