Plot-moving post will be up tomorrow, and will most likely contain a timeskip to lunch time. Students will be able to either venture down to the cafeteria, or order food to be delivered to their respective classrooms. Prepare to socialize with your fellow classmates~
*Logs for the night*
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I just realized I should put something here. Erm... For the time being:
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Post is up. Sorry if it's not much, just wanted to get my IC post up.
Kaku let out a yawn as he was dismissed from his last seminar of the day. As students rose from their seats and began to pack away their belongings, he glanced to his sides, watching them as they slowly conglomerated into smaller groups. School had only recently begun, and people had already developed friendships, and even relationships for a few. Somewhat irritated by how quickly the room filled with chatter, he waited as the voices slowly dwindled. Once the foot patter came to an end, the boy finally leaned back from his seat. The room was now empty, ridden with chairs left separated from their respective desks. Unlike the lazy students who had already departed, he pushed in his own seat and slung his satchel over his shoulder. Walking through hallways, remaining vigilant and cautious as he proceeded through the complex for the first time. Basing his assumptions off of the school maps placed on the walls at random, he attempted to guide himself to the room where his new club lied.
Even while his main focus was to academically excel and succeed his father’s company, he had to entertain himself in some way. Manga and anime, media which both have thriving and colorful markets, was his ultimatum. Kaku perked up as he heard shouts from down the hall, emanating from an open door. Guessing that he was in the correct building, he approached the doorway and rounded the corner, standing in the frame. His vibrant cerulean eyes lit up as they took in the room, noting the furniture and the students who were already present. Three males and two females were already actively chatting away in the clubroom. Some had already treated themselves to snacks, sitting down under the kotatsu. He listened to the student who was currently holding the roster form,
"My name is Anri Fujimura. I'm a second year and it's a pleasure to meet you all. . . Asami-san, Koji-kun, or would that be senpai?"
He deduced that the two students he was addressing was the taller girl and the second tallest male. Kaku realized he was the smallest guy there and shrugged, waving a hand as he nonchalantly greeted those who were present, ”Good afternoon. My name is Kakusareta Shunjun. I take it this is the anime club?” These were the students who were his to-be fellow club members. They shared the same interests, and could offer respite and contempt for his own beliefs. Kaku took the paper from Anri’s hand and glanced it over, reading the names which had already been written on it. He penned down his own name with finesse, 隠された 逡巡, and nodded in approval. Sliding his sight over towards the board, he realized that votes for the vice class president were soon to be held. ”...So, has anybody watched some interesting series lately?” The boy asked as he took his seat, keeping his distance from the volatile sweets. He had no intent to crash from a sugar rush today He looked at the faces of the club members, trying to determine their age, ”I guess a majority of you are my senpais, as this is only my first year. I hope to act in your best interests.” Kaku said calmly, thinking what his fellow attendees were like.
Even while his main focus was to academically excel and succeed his father’s company, he had to entertain himself in some way. Manga and anime, media which both have thriving and colorful markets, was his ultimatum. Kaku perked up as he heard shouts from down the hall, emanating from an open door. Guessing that he was in the correct building, he approached the doorway and rounded the corner, standing in the frame. His vibrant cerulean eyes lit up as they took in the room, noting the furniture and the students who were already present. Three males and two females were already actively chatting away in the clubroom. Some had already treated themselves to snacks, sitting down under the kotatsu. He listened to the student who was currently holding the roster form,
"My name is Anri Fujimura. I'm a second year and it's a pleasure to meet you all. . . Asami-san, Koji-kun, or would that be senpai?"
He deduced that the two students he was addressing was the taller girl and the second tallest male. Kaku realized he was the smallest guy there and shrugged, waving a hand as he nonchalantly greeted those who were present, ”Good afternoon. My name is Kakusareta Shunjun. I take it this is the anime club?” These were the students who were his to-be fellow club members. They shared the same interests, and could offer respite and contempt for his own beliefs. Kaku took the paper from Anri’s hand and glanced it over, reading the names which had already been written on it. He penned down his own name with finesse, 隠された 逡巡, and nodded in approval. Sliding his sight over towards the board, he realized that votes for the vice class president were soon to be held. ”...So, has anybody watched some interesting series lately?” The boy asked as he took his seat, keeping his distance from the volatile sweets. He had no intent to crash from a sugar rush today He looked at the faces of the club members, trying to determine their age, ”I guess a majority of you are my senpais, as this is only my first year. I hope to act in your best interests.” Kaku said calmly, thinking what his fellow attendees were like.
*Headdesks* Post should be up in 20 minutes, just writing out what I can.
I'll post after you, and have Kaku be like, "le swipe"
...Which is a name I ended up recycling. >.>
...Which is a name I ended up recycling. >.>
Bio is up. Sorry if it isn't much, but I'd like to get into the IC. Gonna quickly read up on what's been posted, then I'll get to writing later today.
Well, after five more posts of the first year students, we'll be proceeding. Not sure whether to skip to lunch, or have students endure their teachers for another round of posting.
Bio will be finished later today, just been a tad bit busy.
Timeskip is now up! You are free to post, n' all. Oh, so I don't have to make lil posts in between each introduction, just say the homeroom teacher called your character up. So far, this is only happening for class 1-Q. ...I feel sorry for Chris and Raule.
Requiem:
Varren watched idly with a sullen expression as the caskets passed by. Each casing was engraved with the academy’s insignia, embroiders were draped over the glossed wood lids. All he could do was keep his distance as the procession moved on. The summer breeze and refreshing weather failed to coincide with the scene. ”...There was nothing you could have done for them. They died on impact. Luckily, all of your classmates made it back alive, in better condition. Varren glanced down at the cane supporting his weight, narrowing his eyes at the gem. The stone had lost its vibrant glow, its emotions were portrayed with a faint light, dimmed to the verge of ceasing to emanate.
”So, what’s next?”
”Don’t ask such a question when your leg is barely intact. I watched you go through surgery, looked like most of the bone was broken. Surprised it didn’t break the skin by the time you were picked up. Your comrades are in class right now. Shall we visit them?” The boy pondered over his response, unsure of whether if he was able to face his class, ”Later, I guess. We have some things to talk about.” Taking one last glimpse at the coffins as they were ushered into the ship, he winced and limped off towards the office. ”Say headmaster… What are we? The students who attend this academy, that is. You must have had more plans for us, either than fighting off mindless beasts. Was it for something like this?” He glanced down at the gem expectantly, waiting for an answer.
”You already know the answer, Varren...”
”...you are all ultimatums”
Today - 7:40 AM
Varren’s eyes shot open as the alarm abruptly tore him from his sleep. He wanted to cover his eardrums, but pushed the covers off of himself instead. The boy ran through his morning motions at a brisk pace, adorning himself in the same attire as yesterday. Standing in the middle of his room, unsure of what to do next, or how much allotted time was left. His heart sank at the time displayed on his toshinmac, ”Oh snap! Classes start in 20 minutes!” He grimaced as his sight darted towards the room’s desk. An area which should have been used for arithmetic was instead covered in boxes, casings, live rounds and his personal weapons. ”Eeeeeeeh… Alright, I’ll just bring one 20x30 magazine, one STANAG, just in case we have practice. Can’t keep it loaded, though. That’s against school policy~” Having his mind drawn away from the severity of the situation for a moment, he quickly snapped back into action.
Varren slung the unchambered K30 over his shoulder, slipped the White Wolf into his jacket pocket, and shoved all of his necessities into his bookbag. ”Crap, only ten minutes… That means… It must be done” Without a minute to spare, Varren busted out of his dorm room, with both the slice of toast and his scarf waving in the air. Keeping the soft snack in his mouth as he sprinted through the hallways. ”Dang it, why did I choose to dorm on the top floor!?” Running with all of his might, he came to a screeching halt at the elevator. After annihilating the button with nearly a million finger jabs, he leaped into the empty transport as the doors slid open. The boy bided his time, hoping that others had already arrived at the classroom.
Mr. Fenris leaned over his podium as the students strolled into his class. Though he had been teaching and mentoring first years for the majority of his career, he wasn’t too fond of dealing with newbies every year. If you’re a second year teacher or above, the students you receive are at least somewhat educated, or have some combat under their belts. But when you’re a first year teacher, it’s like a lottery. You never know what you will get, not until you spin that wheel, or take that ticket and hope it’s worth something. Though, it seems Mr. Fenris had bought at least a few prize rendering tickets, from what he could see. But, at this point of time, everybody who lived between both worlds knew not to judge a book by its cover. Looks and even personalities can be deceiving, and only after further prying could one comprise a legitimate answer. He placed a dry tentacle on the screen built into his stand, and began to skim through the attendance. ”Erm… We’ll go through attendance once class starts…” While waiting, the teacher counted the currently present students. ”Wait, only that many?” He mumbled to himself and took a quick peek at the time on his module. The last students were definitely cutting it close, with only a few minutes to spare.
”I’m on my waaaaaaaaay!” A voice bellowed down the hall, holding the syllable as it approached the automatic doors. ”I’m he-” Mr. Fenris was about to warn the boy about the automated doors, but the child had already slammed face first into them. ”Ow, ow, ow, ow.” The boy whimpered as the contraption slid open, revealing a scarfed student, with what remained of his bread stuffed half-way in his mouth.
”Nice job. Homeroom is about to begin. Go take your seat. Also, the doors are automatic.” Still groaning out of pain, Varren took a seat next to his newly acquainted friend from yesterday, then slumped forward onto the desk. Without taking time to rejoice about the familiar face, he set the silenced rifle next to his side, then repented his recent actions in pain. With the ring of the bell, the teacher glanced up at the students, with a seemingly devilish grin spread across his face. ”Good morning students! Welcome to your first day of class. I am your homeroom teacher Mr. Fenris. Actually, I teach all of your courses, because the academy board is full of cheap bastards!” As he spoke, the wide screen behind him surged to light, displaying the school insignia, with Good Morning! flashing on it. Even though the cephalopod spoke in a joyful manner, the class could notice the obvious sarcasm in his voice. “So, to start off, why don’t we start introducing ourselves? Let’s spice things up a bit and not go in alphabetical order. First off… Ms. Cho. Please say your full name, and then tell us a little somethin’ about yourself.” The teacher cocked his head to the side, still keeping the widened smile stretched out.
The students of 5-E were already in their seats when their awaited teacher finally arrived. The man had a clean cut of grey and black hair. His elegance of his finely trimmed mustache was only drowned out by the plump which was his waist. With enough mass to put even the most experienced alcoholics who sported beer bellies of their own, they were shrouded by the sheer size of this man’s. Waddling into the classroom, standing at only 5’4”, the man ascended behind the podium. The sound of a device could be heard from behind the stand, creaking as he began to levitate higher up the podium. With a clearing of his throat, soon followed by a grotesque belch, the teacher began, ”Good morning students, I am your dearest professor, Mr. Jovice. I am your homeroom advisor, and your history teacher! Oooooooh, and look at this~ The man chirped as he glanced down at the class’ schedule, ”We have history first! What a shocker! Everybody, get out your writing utensils! Starting off back in 2010-2020, also known as the Period of Idiocracy, let’s lightly brush against the morals of humanity at this time!” Leaving no time for homeroom introductions, the professor instantly delved into his excruciatingly boring lesson.
Varren watched idly with a sullen expression as the caskets passed by. Each casing was engraved with the academy’s insignia, embroiders were draped over the glossed wood lids. All he could do was keep his distance as the procession moved on. The summer breeze and refreshing weather failed to coincide with the scene. ”...There was nothing you could have done for them. They died on impact. Luckily, all of your classmates made it back alive, in better condition. Varren glanced down at the cane supporting his weight, narrowing his eyes at the gem. The stone had lost its vibrant glow, its emotions were portrayed with a faint light, dimmed to the verge of ceasing to emanate.
”So, what’s next?”
”Don’t ask such a question when your leg is barely intact. I watched you go through surgery, looked like most of the bone was broken. Surprised it didn’t break the skin by the time you were picked up. Your comrades are in class right now. Shall we visit them?” The boy pondered over his response, unsure of whether if he was able to face his class, ”Later, I guess. We have some things to talk about.” Taking one last glimpse at the coffins as they were ushered into the ship, he winced and limped off towards the office. ”Say headmaster… What are we? The students who attend this academy, that is. You must have had more plans for us, either than fighting off mindless beasts. Was it for something like this?” He glanced down at the gem expectantly, waiting for an answer.
”You already know the answer, Varren...”
”...you are all ultimatums”
Today - 7:40 AM
Varren’s eyes shot open as the alarm abruptly tore him from his sleep. He wanted to cover his eardrums, but pushed the covers off of himself instead. The boy ran through his morning motions at a brisk pace, adorning himself in the same attire as yesterday. Standing in the middle of his room, unsure of what to do next, or how much allotted time was left. His heart sank at the time displayed on his toshinmac, ”Oh snap! Classes start in 20 minutes!” He grimaced as his sight darted towards the room’s desk. An area which should have been used for arithmetic was instead covered in boxes, casings, live rounds and his personal weapons. ”Eeeeeeeh… Alright, I’ll just bring one 20x30 magazine, one STANAG, just in case we have practice. Can’t keep it loaded, though. That’s against school policy~” Having his mind drawn away from the severity of the situation for a moment, he quickly snapped back into action.
Varren slung the unchambered K30 over his shoulder, slipped the White Wolf into his jacket pocket, and shoved all of his necessities into his bookbag. ”Crap, only ten minutes… That means… It must be done” Without a minute to spare, Varren busted out of his dorm room, with both the slice of toast and his scarf waving in the air. Keeping the soft snack in his mouth as he sprinted through the hallways. ”Dang it, why did I choose to dorm on the top floor!?” Running with all of his might, he came to a screeching halt at the elevator. After annihilating the button with nearly a million finger jabs, he leaped into the empty transport as the doors slid open. The boy bided his time, hoping that others had already arrived at the classroom.
Mr. Fenris leaned over his podium as the students strolled into his class. Though he had been teaching and mentoring first years for the majority of his career, he wasn’t too fond of dealing with newbies every year. If you’re a second year teacher or above, the students you receive are at least somewhat educated, or have some combat under their belts. But when you’re a first year teacher, it’s like a lottery. You never know what you will get, not until you spin that wheel, or take that ticket and hope it’s worth something. Though, it seems Mr. Fenris had bought at least a few prize rendering tickets, from what he could see. But, at this point of time, everybody who lived between both worlds knew not to judge a book by its cover. Looks and even personalities can be deceiving, and only after further prying could one comprise a legitimate answer. He placed a dry tentacle on the screen built into his stand, and began to skim through the attendance. ”Erm… We’ll go through attendance once class starts…” While waiting, the teacher counted the currently present students. ”Wait, only that many?” He mumbled to himself and took a quick peek at the time on his module. The last students were definitely cutting it close, with only a few minutes to spare.
”I’m on my waaaaaaaaay!” A voice bellowed down the hall, holding the syllable as it approached the automatic doors. ”I’m he-” Mr. Fenris was about to warn the boy about the automated doors, but the child had already slammed face first into them. ”Ow, ow, ow, ow.” The boy whimpered as the contraption slid open, revealing a scarfed student, with what remained of his bread stuffed half-way in his mouth.
”Nice job. Homeroom is about to begin. Go take your seat. Also, the doors are automatic.” Still groaning out of pain, Varren took a seat next to his newly acquainted friend from yesterday, then slumped forward onto the desk. Without taking time to rejoice about the familiar face, he set the silenced rifle next to his side, then repented his recent actions in pain. With the ring of the bell, the teacher glanced up at the students, with a seemingly devilish grin spread across his face. ”Good morning students! Welcome to your first day of class. I am your homeroom teacher Mr. Fenris. Actually, I teach all of your courses, because the academy board is full of cheap bastards!” As he spoke, the wide screen behind him surged to light, displaying the school insignia, with Good Morning! flashing on it. Even though the cephalopod spoke in a joyful manner, the class could notice the obvious sarcasm in his voice. “So, to start off, why don’t we start introducing ourselves? Let’s spice things up a bit and not go in alphabetical order. First off… Ms. Cho. Please say your full name, and then tell us a little somethin’ about yourself.” The teacher cocked his head to the side, still keeping the widened smile stretched out.
The students of 5-E were already in their seats when their awaited teacher finally arrived. The man had a clean cut of grey and black hair. His elegance of his finely trimmed mustache was only drowned out by the plump which was his waist. With enough mass to put even the most experienced alcoholics who sported beer bellies of their own, they were shrouded by the sheer size of this man’s. Waddling into the classroom, standing at only 5’4”, the man ascended behind the podium. The sound of a device could be heard from behind the stand, creaking as he began to levitate higher up the podium. With a clearing of his throat, soon followed by a grotesque belch, the teacher began, ”Good morning students, I am your dearest professor, Mr. Jovice. I am your homeroom advisor, and your history teacher! Oooooooh, and look at this~ The man chirped as he glanced down at the class’ schedule, ”We have history first! What a shocker! Everybody, get out your writing utensils! Starting off back in 2010-2020, also known as the Period of Idiocracy, let’s lightly brush against the morals of humanity at this time!” Leaving no time for homeroom introductions, the professor instantly delved into his excruciatingly boring lesson.
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