KabenSaal said
Chatzy availed me naught. So, is this RP still accepting?
Sorry, but at the moment, this RP is closed. Due to the fact we have a large cast already, we closed down apps. But you are free to keep an eye out if a spot opens up!
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I just realized I should put something here. Erm... For the time being:
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Sorry, but at the moment, this RP is closed. Due to the fact we have a large cast already, we closed down apps. But you are free to keep an eye out if a spot opens up!
Post is up. LEZGO. YAHOOOOOOOOOO *Goes to watch Soul Eater Abridged*
Coffee Time
While filing into the seats, he had lost track of his new acquaintance from earlier. By the time the speech had come to an end, the girl was unable to be spotted from the sea of grey. Even though her hair was a unique bright color, it was veiled by the black headwear which blended in with the uniforms. ”I’ll… Probably run into her later. Yeah, not that big of an academy.” Though, such hopes were drowned out by the plethora of students attending the school. With such an enormous campus, of course it would be accommodated by a swarm of applicants, making the chances of students who met on the first day winding up in the same class… considerably low. ”Well, fate, I’m at your whim~” The Japanese-American boy crooned, grabbing his luggage before he got a head start on the mob. He was still somewhat frightened by the headmaster's 'stare'. Though it wasn't directed towards him, as the student next to him had made the query, there was something about an eyeless lock which burrowed deep into his soul.
”Also, students. Please refer to the brochures for reference of the grounds, which will be handed out at the front door. The cafeteria is now officially open all hours, so please eat to your stomachs’ desires. All students must register their rooms by ten o’clock at the latest, or you will be forced to sleep with the griffons. The vice headmistress announced as Varren approached the exit of the building. Even though some students were captivated by the architectural masterpiece of an interior, the boy wasn’t too amazed. He definitely had to hand it to the designer, a fantastic job and all. But he had already grown accustomed to the more modern building materials commonly used in Japan, which were more sturdy and economically efficient. The walls were completely flat, had a few cracks here and there, but he guessed it was what flew in this world. ”I should probably find my room by nine. Gotta set up a sufficient workzone, and grab some grocerie-” He hesitated for a moment, thinking of where to get his necessities. But with all of this thought about food, a rumble was rendered in his stomach.
”Wait… She said cafeteri- I MUST GET SOME COFFEE.” As if his body had exerted all of his stored energy at once. A last attempt jolt, in hopes of acquiring some sustenance. The bags’ weight felt like they were on par with a feather, swiftly dragged along by two thin twigs. On his approach to the doorway, a teacher spotted him advancing at an alarming rate. The person instantly noted the only place Yinyues could hold the brochure at and fixated the pamphlet at the proper angle. Varren had to jump a few inches to align his armpit with the folded paper, bringing the curve in his arm down the second he felt its edge. ”Thank you!” The boy happily called out as he cut through the snow like it was butter. Kicking up and smushing the powdery flakes as he ran along, he caught up with a group of returning students.
”Hey! By any chance, do you know where the cafeteria is? I’m a tad bit hungwy.” Spewing the last line with a childish zeal, it took a few moments for the students to register what had just transpired. With a baffled expression, one managed to point out a white, tall building nearby. All of the buildings on campus followed a similar format, only with experience would one be able to distinguish between them. Acquiring his destination, the boy pressed on far ahead of the leisurely strolling students, merrily rushing into the entrance.
A Few Minutes Later:
Varren praised the beverage in his hand as if it was a deity. Steaming to the brim, the color of dirt, his lord and savior was ready to be chugged like a holy drink. Putting the cup to his lips as he sat down at a table, he pushed up the bottom slightly, allowing a steady and easy to manage flow of coffee to enter his mouth. Savoring every last drop, the boy let out a clamorous sigh of relief. Before taking another swig, the boy helped himself to the eggs and sausage he had ordered. Skipping breakfast just made the following meal even more satisfying. Once the brochure was released from the grasp of his arm, it fell onto the tabletop flatly. Just before he was about to skim through it, a ping chirped from his toshinmac personal device. His father was attempting to open up another conversation with the boy, probably to check up on how his son faired at the meeting. The student took another sip of his drink before clicking the icon.
Varren sighed as the hologram closed down, leaving the boy to himself yet again. He glanced down at the brochure, taking notes of its exterior. Pictures of snapshots of academy life were symmetrically placed on the cover, bordered by a background of the school’s colors. It was extremely generic, in all honesty. He paged through straight to Rooms section, as that was a high priority at the moment.
”Hello student, welcome to the academy! Now, please refer to the map for your specified dormitory. Dorms are organized by year and gender. There are three building per grade; one for male single-boarders, one for female single-boards, and the last for partnerships. These buildings are placed in a triangle formation on the campus, five of these formations exist, obviously for each year. Once you have located your year’s trio, you should proceed to your gender’s designated building- unless you are already in an OFFICIAL partnership. On the first day of school, all rooms are left unassigned, ready to be moved into. Maybe you have yet to noted, but you have yet to be given a room key! This is not an error of any sort, so rest assured. Find a room on any floor you fancy, and simply place your thumb on the sensor built into the doorknob. Don’t worry, these devices are proportionally large, so having big fingers isn’t a problem. But remember, only you and you alone can open this door. Say you forget an assignment in your dorm, and you ask your friend to pick it up. Not even a cut off thumb would suffice, as the sensor acknowledges a constant flow of blood through your cephalic vein! You are free to customize the room to your own personal tastes. Resources can be bought at the academy’s general store, open twentyfour-seven, and is constantly restocked! But keep in mind, once you have found a partner, you will be required to move whatever your former room entails into your brand new homage. Have fun living in your new dormitory!”
Varren flipped back a few pages and glanced at the map, skimming to locate his own congregation of buildings. Not surprisingly, the first year formation was the farthest from the essential buildings. The academy established a subtle social hierarchy, which was to be expected. He let out a sigh, thinking of the days to come. How many of them would he have to haul himself to the cafeteria, then rush to the class? He shuddered at the thought, then comforted himself with another beverage. ”Partners… hm… Wouldn’t want to impose on anybody, I’d just be a hindrance.” He sighed, then took another bite out of the meal. ”Wonder who’ll be in my class.”
While filing into the seats, he had lost track of his new acquaintance from earlier. By the time the speech had come to an end, the girl was unable to be spotted from the sea of grey. Even though her hair was a unique bright color, it was veiled by the black headwear which blended in with the uniforms. ”I’ll… Probably run into her later. Yeah, not that big of an academy.” Though, such hopes were drowned out by the plethora of students attending the school. With such an enormous campus, of course it would be accommodated by a swarm of applicants, making the chances of students who met on the first day winding up in the same class… considerably low. ”Well, fate, I’m at your whim~” The Japanese-American boy crooned, grabbing his luggage before he got a head start on the mob. He was still somewhat frightened by the headmaster's 'stare'. Though it wasn't directed towards him, as the student next to him had made the query, there was something about an eyeless lock which burrowed deep into his soul.
”Also, students. Please refer to the brochures for reference of the grounds, which will be handed out at the front door. The cafeteria is now officially open all hours, so please eat to your stomachs’ desires. All students must register their rooms by ten o’clock at the latest, or you will be forced to sleep with the griffons. The vice headmistress announced as Varren approached the exit of the building. Even though some students were captivated by the architectural masterpiece of an interior, the boy wasn’t too amazed. He definitely had to hand it to the designer, a fantastic job and all. But he had already grown accustomed to the more modern building materials commonly used in Japan, which were more sturdy and economically efficient. The walls were completely flat, had a few cracks here and there, but he guessed it was what flew in this world. ”I should probably find my room by nine. Gotta set up a sufficient workzone, and grab some grocerie-” He hesitated for a moment, thinking of where to get his necessities. But with all of this thought about food, a rumble was rendered in his stomach.
”Wait… She said cafeteri- I MUST GET SOME COFFEE.” As if his body had exerted all of his stored energy at once. A last attempt jolt, in hopes of acquiring some sustenance. The bags’ weight felt like they were on par with a feather, swiftly dragged along by two thin twigs. On his approach to the doorway, a teacher spotted him advancing at an alarming rate. The person instantly noted the only place Yinyues could hold the brochure at and fixated the pamphlet at the proper angle. Varren had to jump a few inches to align his armpit with the folded paper, bringing the curve in his arm down the second he felt its edge. ”Thank you!” The boy happily called out as he cut through the snow like it was butter. Kicking up and smushing the powdery flakes as he ran along, he caught up with a group of returning students.
”Hey! By any chance, do you know where the cafeteria is? I’m a tad bit hungwy.” Spewing the last line with a childish zeal, it took a few moments for the students to register what had just transpired. With a baffled expression, one managed to point out a white, tall building nearby. All of the buildings on campus followed a similar format, only with experience would one be able to distinguish between them. Acquiring his destination, the boy pressed on far ahead of the leisurely strolling students, merrily rushing into the entrance.
A Few Minutes Later:
Varren praised the beverage in his hand as if it was a deity. Steaming to the brim, the color of dirt, his lord and savior was ready to be chugged like a holy drink. Putting the cup to his lips as he sat down at a table, he pushed up the bottom slightly, allowing a steady and easy to manage flow of coffee to enter his mouth. Savoring every last drop, the boy let out a clamorous sigh of relief. Before taking another swig, the boy helped himself to the eggs and sausage he had ordered. Skipping breakfast just made the following meal even more satisfying. Once the brochure was released from the grasp of his arm, it fell onto the tabletop flatly. Just before he was about to skim through it, a ping chirped from his toshinmac personal device. His father was attempting to open up another conversation with the boy, probably to check up on how his son faired at the meeting. The student took another sip of his drink before clicking the icon.
Varren sighed as the hologram closed down, leaving the boy to himself yet again. He glanced down at the brochure, taking notes of its exterior. Pictures of snapshots of academy life were symmetrically placed on the cover, bordered by a background of the school’s colors. It was extremely generic, in all honesty. He paged through straight to Rooms section, as that was a high priority at the moment.
”Hello student, welcome to the academy! Now, please refer to the map for your specified dormitory. Dorms are organized by year and gender. There are three building per grade; one for male single-boarders, one for female single-boards, and the last for partnerships. These buildings are placed in a triangle formation on the campus, five of these formations exist, obviously for each year. Once you have located your year’s trio, you should proceed to your gender’s designated building- unless you are already in an OFFICIAL partnership. On the first day of school, all rooms are left unassigned, ready to be moved into. Maybe you have yet to noted, but you have yet to be given a room key! This is not an error of any sort, so rest assured. Find a room on any floor you fancy, and simply place your thumb on the sensor built into the doorknob. Don’t worry, these devices are proportionally large, so having big fingers isn’t a problem. But remember, only you and you alone can open this door. Say you forget an assignment in your dorm, and you ask your friend to pick it up. Not even a cut off thumb would suffice, as the sensor acknowledges a constant flow of blood through your cephalic vein! You are free to customize the room to your own personal tastes. Resources can be bought at the academy’s general store, open twentyfour-seven, and is constantly restocked! But keep in mind, once you have found a partner, you will be required to move whatever your former room entails into your brand new homage. Have fun living in your new dormitory!”
Varren flipped back a few pages and glanced at the map, skimming to locate his own congregation of buildings. Not surprisingly, the first year formation was the farthest from the essential buildings. The academy established a subtle social hierarchy, which was to be expected. He let out a sigh, thinking of the days to come. How many of them would he have to haul himself to the cafeteria, then rush to the class? He shuddered at the thought, then comforted himself with another beverage. ”Partners… hm… Wouldn’t want to impose on anybody, I’d just be a hindrance.” He sighed, then took another bite out of the meal. ”Wonder who’ll be in my class.”
*Nod* Team Lizard. Noice.
If you all plan it out, then sure. Post will be up soon, explaining housing and stuff.
If you all plan it out, then sure. Post will be up soon, explaining housing and stuff.
*Just finished my PSATs. dies*
Well, I'll have a CS up later today. Gonna spend some time recuperating.
Well, I'll have a CS up later today. Gonna spend some time recuperating.
Morning all, just finished my PSATs. Damn teacher kept ending the slots before I finished, >.>
Oh, Ipsie, Varren wasn't the unfortunate soul who called out to the headmaster. Probably should have gone into more depth about what he was doing during the speech, but that's my fault. But, already thought about it a bit, so there's no need to edit, it'll just be a student who was sitting next to him and sounds similar~ Anyways, I'll be getting home at 2:30 EST today, and I can write out a post then.
Oh, Ipsie, Varren wasn't the unfortunate soul who called out to the headmaster. Probably should have gone into more depth about what he was doing during the speech, but that's my fault. But, already thought about it a bit, so there's no need to edit, it'll just be a student who was sitting next to him and sounds similar~ Anyways, I'll be getting home at 2:30 EST today, and I can write out a post then.
*Before logging off*
Yeah, just to clarify:
At first, students are to be housed in single-person rooms, which are acceptably sized. Partnerships will be forged with RP interaction, and the members of the duo can submit to become official coworkers. Once this occurs, from that point, they dorm together. Partners should be able to operate well on a social level, but also as an easily flowing force in combat. Though, don't feel the need to have, say, one main fighter and one support members. A duo can consist of two support combatants, or two front-line fighters. To compliment such a development, pairs work together to form (temporary, or permanent, depending on the pairs' opinions) teams. As of now, you character may roam n' interact until a time skip, which should be up tomorrow around 3 or 4 EST. If you need more time to interact, then I'll hold off on such a skip.
Also, classes will be formed by year, of course. Just to make it easier, the characters of our cast of the same years will be in the same classes. Per example, all of our first years would be in class 1-*insert letter here* Anyways, night.
Yeah, just to clarify:
At first, students are to be housed in single-person rooms, which are acceptably sized. Partnerships will be forged with RP interaction, and the members of the duo can submit to become official coworkers. Once this occurs, from that point, they dorm together. Partners should be able to operate well on a social level, but also as an easily flowing force in combat. Though, don't feel the need to have, say, one main fighter and one support members. A duo can consist of two support combatants, or two front-line fighters. To compliment such a development, pairs work together to form (temporary, or permanent, depending on the pairs' opinions) teams. As of now, you character may roam n' interact until a time skip, which should be up tomorrow around 3 or 4 EST. If you need more time to interact, then I'll hold off on such a skip.
Also, classes will be formed by year, of course. Just to make it easier, the characters of our cast of the same years will be in the same classes. Per example, all of our first years would be in class 1-*insert letter here* Anyways, night.
Dayum, all of these posts are looking great. Anyways, I'm gonna log for the night, as it's also 12 here, and I have PSATs first thing in the morning. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh
Hope I don't miss much while I'm asleep. Gotta write some more stuff for Varren, as he barely got any time in the last post, >.> Good luck to you all.
Hope I don't miss much while I'm asleep. Gotta write some more stuff for Varren, as he barely got any time in the last post, >.> Good luck to you all.
Exodus said
”All students, please proc- headmaster, what are you doing?!” Before I finished the post, I imagined that the headmaster was like, an old Dumbledore-ish guy, except he was senile. And he stripped naked there.”All students who are currently standing around like a bunch of uninformed buffoons, please proceed into the main hall. As for those who are currently engaging in snowy warfare, I advise you follow the same suit, before I shove my lower-right crystalline edge up your rea-”And then here he started streaking down the hall, out of the office and the announcement lady had to chase him down.Boy, I love my imagination. :D
The crystalline portion was the headmaster talking. Since, you know, gem and everything. Just to clarify. *Yawns* That was fun and tiring to write up. Varren did get much show time, but eh, oh well. Anyways, have fun posting everybody. I should be lurking for another couple of hours or so.
Kilo6 said
I don't even know what's going on in the IC even more... I'm debating whether to just have Alika and Elena just barley acknowledge whatever the fuck is happening and go inside or bother reacting to what transpired.
Personally, I just moved into the main hall. SInce my character wasn't a part of the snowball fight and all. Have your characters react to the opening ceremony and all.
A Rocky Start
”All students, please proceed to the main hall with your luggage. You will be organized by year, and will wait for the headmaster to give his opening speech. Any students caught lingering around will be escorted personally.” A woman’s monotonous voice continued announcing. If it wasn’t for the differentiation in the pauses between her words in each repeat, Varren would have gladly accepted a recording as a plausible answer. Keeping to the sidelines as the snowball fight waged on, the woman began another reciting of the phrase.
”All students, please proc- headmaster, what are you doing?!” The woman sounded surprised and completely awestruck, though her startled demeanor was drowned out by a deep clearing of a throat. The sound echoed throughout the whole entire campus, the consistency of the announcement increased in volume, to a nearly ear-shattering level. The voice exhaled deeply, then began in a raspy tone.
”All students who are currently standing around like a bunch of uninformed buffoons, please proceed into the main hall. As for those who are currently engaging in snowy warfare, I advise you follow the same suit, before I shove my lower-right crystalline edge up your rea-” The voice was suddenly torn away from whatever was relaying the message, swiftly becoming fainter as it ventured into the distance. The woman from before hastily took back the microphone, continuing with her announcement from earlier. Varren chuckled at the sudden change from her boring tone from earlier. ”Oh, sorry, I forgot to ask, but what’s your name?” The boy asked, glancing back at the girl following him. She had already returned to her plain expression, her polite smile was a thing of the past. At least, it wouldn’t surface unless the situation called for it, which was what Varren deduced. "My name is Lilith Ephyrene." The girl's head lowered, covering her expression with the rim of her hat. Varren nodded, mentally sounding out the vowels of her name, "Ok. Cool name~ A sudden ball of snow caught him off guard, nearly planting itself right in his face, only missing his nose by a few centimeters. He traced the arc of the projectile and set his eyes upon a plethora of students, waging a snowy war in the open field. The two sped up their pace and fell into the columns of students
INSIDE THE MAIN HALL:
The students were organized by year, making a semicircle in front of the centered stage. Behind the stage were a few more sets of seats, which fastened the faculty body. Before the speech was addressed, a paid orchestra put on a grand opening symphony. Varren took his seat by the time the number began, thankful that there was enough legroom for his bags and his own limbs. After the procession came to an end, and the teachers finally took their seats, a woman dressed in a similar version of the school’s uniform. Though it followed the same color scheme, there were multiple pendants and buttons sewn onto the top portion. The blonde stood with a straightened back on the stage, staring without a single break in eye contact. Her right hand was wrapped firmly around a grey cane, covered in decorative embroideries. At the bottom of the tool’s curve was a lone cyanic gem, dark and unphased by the immense amount of light gleaming in the room. With the look of determination in her green piercing eyes, and a straight face, she inhaled deeply and parted her lips.
”Good morning students, I am your vice headmistress. I will be assisting the headmaster throughout this year, and I shall also operate as the dean of the fifth years. The faculty thank you for making the journey to our wonderful school, and we hope that you tune yourselves to be fine, capable gatekeepers. Now, without further adieu, the headmaster’s speech.”
The woman finished her little prelude, closing her mouth and giving a humble bow to the students. However, instead of stepping down from the ascended position to give leeway for the headmaster, she remained on the stage, as if her feet were glued to the floor. A few moments of silence settled upon the students, confused expressions began to form within the midst of the first years. They began to glance around, looking for their grand headmaster’s arrival. Did such a prestigious school include a grand entrance, perhaps with a massive explosion, replaced with his manifestation? Or maybe he’ll fly on a hoverbike, blaring all kinds of musical genres at once.
”...What a bunch of plebeian newspawns. I swear, I’m already missing last year’s graduating class. Such a kind and lively lot.” The heads of the first years darted in multiple directions, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. ”Look at these kids. Watch this. Ooooo, I’m your inner conscious, and I command you to say your measurements alo-” The woman clicked her tongue and slammed the cane heavily on the platform, eyeing the decoration crafted into its body. The single gemstone glowed a brighter shade of blue, dimming in between words. ”The hell was that for? I was interested. I don’t even want to recall what happened last year with the second years.” As if the cane governed the woman’s hand, it was turned towards the second years and blankly faced them.
”Anyways, as my dear assistant has already said; Good greetings to you! I thank you for choosing the path of a gatekeeper. Welcome to this… diversified academy. It is in my best interest that you all receive the best education at your disposal, and that you live on to protecting both Earth and Lucis against the labyrinths of mindless beasts, which want to feast on your innards!” Sounding way too cheerful, the gem lit up an extremely bright blue, before returning to its usual shade. ”But, in all honesty, not all make it into such a career. I hate to say it, but there are those here today, who will no longer be among us by the end of this year.” He exhaled as the cane was slowly turned, individually giving each year some time to meet eye-to-gem. ”But, this is indeed the job you have taken upon yourselves. You will be put through rigorous training, examinations and mission are entailed within your criteria. But along with these combat-oriented teachings, you still have to take the essentials. Yeah, don’t think you have left calculus’ embrace just yet, dear first years. Continuing on; throughout this year, you will- no, you must find a partner. Somebody who’s got your back, even when it’s against the wall, or next to a pack of bloodthirsty monsters. A person who knows you well enough, that they can harness that horrible excuse of a personality of your’s, and cover for your faults.” The elderly voice let out a hacking cough, nearly forcing the cane out of the VHM's grip.
[b][u]”Oh, that was close. I nearly coughed up my breakfast.” As he suddenly paused, using such a verbal device to emphasize his prior speech, a first year student took the chance to raise his hand. "Erm, hun, can you turn me to the first years? I have to appear that I'm actually giving eye contact to them." The woman reluctantly twisted the support tool towards the first year, perfectly aligning it with the student.
”Are you really our headmaster? I was expecting something more… well…”
The headmaster let out a deep sigh,"Ub ba ba, stop right there. Why is there always that one kid... YES! I am indeed your headmaste- I swear, literally, every year I have watched over this academy, there's always one person who asks that." The calm and soothing voice of an old man was quickly replaced with anger and fury.
“What, do you want? Blinking yellow signs pointing towards my cane, blaring ’HEADMASTER HERE!’? Do you want me to paint you a canvas of myself resting in my chair, with me nonexistent hands? Do I need to wear one of those generic pointed hats upon my cane’s embroideries? For the love of all that is actually relatively intelligent in this world! People can accept griffons, snake-people, fish-things, hell, even walking air-breathing octopai aren't given the second thought. But when kids find out that their headmaster is a gemstone, which is inadvertently smarter than all of them combined, something just doesn't click." Varren leaned forward in his chair, he recognized the tone of speech. It was exactly like a practice of his mother’s, a warmup run just before she broke into a rant. The boy braced himself for what was about to befall upon the students.
“I swear, not even the dinosaurs were this idiotic when I slammed into Earth a few years ago, back when I opened up the Black Gale’s daddy. Ah, it was just like yesterday. Such an eventful day. A very productive one, at that. As for the orcs and other students who were fueling a snowball fight, full of dragons and some other crazy mumbo jumbo magic stuff… Don’t do it again. Like I’ve said, I wiped out a whole entire planet of huge lizards before; ridding the ground of a hundred orcs and other troublemakers who entice my students would not prove much of a problem.” Without even having to utter a request, the vice headmistress spun the cane towards, the crowd of orcs, “Yeah, damn straight I’m talking to you lot. You’re lucky all of you are attendees of this academy, otherwise I’d beat you all over the head with myself. Don’t ask how, I’m a headmaster. I take logic and feed it to my children. FOR A SNACK. Kids, I swear, I will shard on you.”
The headmaster sighed, breathing heavily as his session came to an end. ”Well, anyways. Yet again, thank you for attending this academy. Your classes begin tomorrow, and for the time being, you will be assigned your own individual rooms. Alas, once you’ve selected a partner, you will both be thrown into a somewhat larger accommodation. For the rest of today, you can linger around, to whatever your hearts’ content. Hell, you can even continue that snowball fight. Just don’t break any glass, or you’ll be scrubbing the bathrooms for a millenium.” The gem laughed cheerily, glowing exuberantly, ”No, I’m serious. Do that and I’ll literally make you work for an eternity. No joke. Well, you’re dismissed.”
Varren stretched out, somewhat surprised by how emotional the headmaster was, ”Let’s go, before the swarm of students begins…”
”All students, please proceed to the main hall with your luggage. You will be organized by year, and will wait for the headmaster to give his opening speech. Any students caught lingering around will be escorted personally.” A woman’s monotonous voice continued announcing. If it wasn’t for the differentiation in the pauses between her words in each repeat, Varren would have gladly accepted a recording as a plausible answer. Keeping to the sidelines as the snowball fight waged on, the woman began another reciting of the phrase.
”All students, please proc- headmaster, what are you doing?!” The woman sounded surprised and completely awestruck, though her startled demeanor was drowned out by a deep clearing of a throat. The sound echoed throughout the whole entire campus, the consistency of the announcement increased in volume, to a nearly ear-shattering level. The voice exhaled deeply, then began in a raspy tone.
”All students who are currently standing around like a bunch of uninformed buffoons, please proceed into the main hall. As for those who are currently engaging in snowy warfare, I advise you follow the same suit, before I shove my lower-right crystalline edge up your rea-” The voice was suddenly torn away from whatever was relaying the message, swiftly becoming fainter as it ventured into the distance. The woman from before hastily took back the microphone, continuing with her announcement from earlier. Varren chuckled at the sudden change from her boring tone from earlier. ”Oh, sorry, I forgot to ask, but what’s your name?” The boy asked, glancing back at the girl following him. She had already returned to her plain expression, her polite smile was a thing of the past. At least, it wouldn’t surface unless the situation called for it, which was what Varren deduced. "My name is Lilith Ephyrene." The girl's head lowered, covering her expression with the rim of her hat. Varren nodded, mentally sounding out the vowels of her name, "Ok. Cool name~ A sudden ball of snow caught him off guard, nearly planting itself right in his face, only missing his nose by a few centimeters. He traced the arc of the projectile and set his eyes upon a plethora of students, waging a snowy war in the open field. The two sped up their pace and fell into the columns of students
INSIDE THE MAIN HALL:
The students were organized by year, making a semicircle in front of the centered stage. Behind the stage were a few more sets of seats, which fastened the faculty body. Before the speech was addressed, a paid orchestra put on a grand opening symphony. Varren took his seat by the time the number began, thankful that there was enough legroom for his bags and his own limbs. After the procession came to an end, and the teachers finally took their seats, a woman dressed in a similar version of the school’s uniform. Though it followed the same color scheme, there were multiple pendants and buttons sewn onto the top portion. The blonde stood with a straightened back on the stage, staring without a single break in eye contact. Her right hand was wrapped firmly around a grey cane, covered in decorative embroideries. At the bottom of the tool’s curve was a lone cyanic gem, dark and unphased by the immense amount of light gleaming in the room. With the look of determination in her green piercing eyes, and a straight face, she inhaled deeply and parted her lips.
”Good morning students, I am your vice headmistress. I will be assisting the headmaster throughout this year, and I shall also operate as the dean of the fifth years. The faculty thank you for making the journey to our wonderful school, and we hope that you tune yourselves to be fine, capable gatekeepers. Now, without further adieu, the headmaster’s speech.”
The woman finished her little prelude, closing her mouth and giving a humble bow to the students. However, instead of stepping down from the ascended position to give leeway for the headmaster, she remained on the stage, as if her feet were glued to the floor. A few moments of silence settled upon the students, confused expressions began to form within the midst of the first years. They began to glance around, looking for their grand headmaster’s arrival. Did such a prestigious school include a grand entrance, perhaps with a massive explosion, replaced with his manifestation? Or maybe he’ll fly on a hoverbike, blaring all kinds of musical genres at once.
”...What a bunch of plebeian newspawns. I swear, I’m already missing last year’s graduating class. Such a kind and lively lot.” The heads of the first years darted in multiple directions, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. ”Look at these kids. Watch this. Ooooo, I’m your inner conscious, and I command you to say your measurements alo-” The woman clicked her tongue and slammed the cane heavily on the platform, eyeing the decoration crafted into its body. The single gemstone glowed a brighter shade of blue, dimming in between words. ”The hell was that for? I was interested. I don’t even want to recall what happened last year with the second years.” As if the cane governed the woman’s hand, it was turned towards the second years and blankly faced them.
”Anyways, as my dear assistant has already said; Good greetings to you! I thank you for choosing the path of a gatekeeper. Welcome to this… diversified academy. It is in my best interest that you all receive the best education at your disposal, and that you live on to protecting both Earth and Lucis against the labyrinths of mindless beasts, which want to feast on your innards!” Sounding way too cheerful, the gem lit up an extremely bright blue, before returning to its usual shade. ”But, in all honesty, not all make it into such a career. I hate to say it, but there are those here today, who will no longer be among us by the end of this year.” He exhaled as the cane was slowly turned, individually giving each year some time to meet eye-to-gem. ”But, this is indeed the job you have taken upon yourselves. You will be put through rigorous training, examinations and mission are entailed within your criteria. But along with these combat-oriented teachings, you still have to take the essentials. Yeah, don’t think you have left calculus’ embrace just yet, dear first years. Continuing on; throughout this year, you will- no, you must find a partner. Somebody who’s got your back, even when it’s against the wall, or next to a pack of bloodthirsty monsters. A person who knows you well enough, that they can harness that horrible excuse of a personality of your’s, and cover for your faults.” The elderly voice let out a hacking cough, nearly forcing the cane out of the VHM's grip.
[b][u]”Oh, that was close. I nearly coughed up my breakfast.” As he suddenly paused, using such a verbal device to emphasize his prior speech, a first year student took the chance to raise his hand. "Erm, hun, can you turn me to the first years? I have to appear that I'm actually giving eye contact to them." The woman reluctantly twisted the support tool towards the first year, perfectly aligning it with the student.
”Are you really our headmaster? I was expecting something more… well…”
The headmaster let out a deep sigh,"Ub ba ba, stop right there. Why is there always that one kid... YES! I am indeed your headmaste- I swear, literally, every year I have watched over this academy, there's always one person who asks that." The calm and soothing voice of an old man was quickly replaced with anger and fury.
“What, do you want? Blinking yellow signs pointing towards my cane, blaring ’HEADMASTER HERE!’? Do you want me to paint you a canvas of myself resting in my chair, with me nonexistent hands? Do I need to wear one of those generic pointed hats upon my cane’s embroideries? For the love of all that is actually relatively intelligent in this world! People can accept griffons, snake-people, fish-things, hell, even walking air-breathing octopai aren't given the second thought. But when kids find out that their headmaster is a gemstone, which is inadvertently smarter than all of them combined, something just doesn't click." Varren leaned forward in his chair, he recognized the tone of speech. It was exactly like a practice of his mother’s, a warmup run just before she broke into a rant. The boy braced himself for what was about to befall upon the students.
“I swear, not even the dinosaurs were this idiotic when I slammed into Earth a few years ago, back when I opened up the Black Gale’s daddy. Ah, it was just like yesterday. Such an eventful day. A very productive one, at that. As for the orcs and other students who were fueling a snowball fight, full of dragons and some other crazy mumbo jumbo magic stuff… Don’t do it again. Like I’ve said, I wiped out a whole entire planet of huge lizards before; ridding the ground of a hundred orcs and other troublemakers who entice my students would not prove much of a problem.” Without even having to utter a request, the vice headmistress spun the cane towards, the crowd of orcs, “Yeah, damn straight I’m talking to you lot. You’re lucky all of you are attendees of this academy, otherwise I’d beat you all over the head with myself. Don’t ask how, I’m a headmaster. I take logic and feed it to my children. FOR A SNACK. Kids, I swear, I will shard on you.”
The headmaster sighed, breathing heavily as his session came to an end. ”Well, anyways. Yet again, thank you for attending this academy. Your classes begin tomorrow, and for the time being, you will be assigned your own individual rooms. Alas, once you’ve selected a partner, you will both be thrown into a somewhat larger accommodation. For the rest of today, you can linger around, to whatever your hearts’ content. Hell, you can even continue that snowball fight. Just don’t break any glass, or you’ll be scrubbing the bathrooms for a millenium.” The gem laughed cheerily, glowing exuberantly, ”No, I’m serious. Do that and I’ll literally make you work for an eternity. No joke. Well, you’re dismissed.”
Varren stretched out, somewhat surprised by how emotional the headmaster was, ”Let’s go, before the swarm of students begins…”
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