MyCatGinger

Knights academy

@Niclas

We're still just getting around to meeting people on Orientation day. << Make Leon useful and do summin with him.
I know he's antisocial. >> Make something happen! Be spontaneous, be creative!
Be the completely unexpected!

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Knights academy

thewizardguy said
Sorry, I just really like the whole eating people thing.

You like eating people, eh?
*shot* Okay, I'm never going there ever again.
But what, does he drag the corpses off to the meat stores after class or something? Or just, take them up somewhere to feed for himself?
I think I'm starting to get quite curious to how this character works. I'd ask him IC, but he'd probably either ignore Freija, or ask her to go away, or be even more eager to trap her room and- wow so saying "good luck" before every test in his class really means something.
AHAHAHAHA- I love how morbid that is. "Good luck, you know, surviving." "Err...thanks."

EDIT: Also, don't fret. He should be able to reply soon. I'm actually waiting too. For either him or Third, actually.

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I'd do wrong in calling him a softie now, wouldn't I?
That's pretty noble. To seek out those who were willing to try, rather than those he knew for sure would survive. Kudos, James. Respect earnt.
...and I don't quite think Freija would enjoy being eaten. You know. On her first day, kind of. >> But still, being of evil, he still is a bundle of joy. I look forward to seeing further character development as the RP progresses. I'm sensing there will be a good deal of it. Especially when patience comes in play.
Not that I hate him. He's just got darker undertones, and that's not a bad thing. It's a bit intimidating, or so Freija would say, haha.

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Freija

Survival, eh? Seemed like a worthy class to be learnt in an academy like this, though it still struck Freija as the tiniest bit odd. Survival was something she believed came naturally, and was about luck as much as anything else. She would make it a point to ask Third about these classes, and if she could perhaps maybe sneak a tiny peek sometime, though she knew that would be just as much invasion of privacy as disruption of class, so she dismissed the thought with a shake of her head. Blinking up at the man again, he seemed ever distant, and this elicited a little sigh from her. She was even about to open her mouth to say something, when he effortlessly picked himself up and the distance between them grew. She was the slightest bit grateful; the man's presence left an unnatural chill in her bones. Just disliking a person was one thing, and so was being afraid of a person, but the strong sense of decay that he radiated gave her a premonition that chilled her bones even further, and she had to blow into her hands to warm them. Especially unlikely on a nice, warm, sunny day as it was outside. Though something struck her as she noticed the man walk away. He didn't seem like the type to smile. Something interesting must have happened, but looking in the direction which he was going, all she could make out were the silhouettes of three people, one of them being the near-familiar one of the headmistress. Two of them were much taller, soon to be joined by the fourth on its way there. She couldn't help but trail along behind the undead man, though not by direct route, she aimed to make her way there somehow.

Wandering aimlessly through crowds of students and teachers alike, and having a decent number already reach the point of almost tripping on her gown, she continued to fawn internally over all the different races brought together by the institution. A young lady of some Satyr origin stood speaking to the man she'd seen earlier with the sword, and the human and dragoid from earlier were still at it. Though one of them seemed a little distracted. Curiosity made her stop and study them for a bit. Fine lads, like the rest of the school. There were so many different aura signatures, it was like each radiated a little differently. And even if she didn't look, she could feel the magical energy from some of them, reaching out to mingle with hers and with each others. Anyone versed in any kind of magic could have told if their magical energy was given off.
It was pretty much a given, as well as the magical ability, to anyone even interested in the art. And if taught, one of the first lessons would have been to learn to sense it around them.

Regardless, she kept her distance from the little group consisting of the headmistress, two boys and James. Her lips came together in a thin line a little, at the stealth with which the man moved and came up behind the unsuspecting boy. Though he was definitely a frail thing, she thought. He seemed to be smiling, but there was something about those eyes that gave something away. Sadness? No. Forcing something, more like it.
Approach the group? Keep a distance? Maybe just a little bit...I want to know what's going on. I want to ask Third about the classes. I want to get answers, I want to meet these people. Will they be my students?
Her thoughts guiding her, she found her legs walking of their own accord, as casually as she could, over to the little group of people that had gathered. For precaution, she hung close to third, excusing herself and introducing herself to the two boys there. "I'm starting to think walking around asking students if they've opted for the magic classes here miiight just get me killed." she laughed, a dry, half-serious laugh in the presence of the undead man. It was ironic. It was funny. She just couldn't force it out, though. "Hah...name's Freija Kiraiian. Rather, perhaps Miss Kiraiian for the two of you. Pleasure to make your acquaintances." she let the Teachers' ring she wore on her right ring-finger catch the light and glow a pretty shade. "Teacher of Magic Mastery."
She puffed her chest out. Each time the title left her lips, she felt a little prouder, and surer of herself and her presence at the academy. And who was to blame her? For a first year teacher, even more than being a student, it was going to be quite difficult and she'd need all the self-confidence she could get.
"Either of you unlucky enough to be stuck with me for the next few semesters?"

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Ah, no problem. Time zones and such. And actually, as a request to Deadpixel, whenever they can. o.o On the character roster, it'd be a bit helpful to have people's usernames somewhere in the chara description boxes as well. You know, because I'm lazy. Not that it's a necessity, but it would make keeping track a lot easier. Heck, I could do it, if given privileges. Though I'm actually itching to sketch a map out for this school and the grounds around it. Forest, open grass fields. Ooh, we can even have stables and horses! What's a good soldier without proper training on a horse, right?
Well I definitely know where Freija is going to be spending her time now, hehe...

EDIT: Wow. ._. James is just a bundle of joy, isn't he. Wow. And gosh, I don't know if he genuinely sees talent in Victor, or is just out for an easy snack, the easiest in years

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Third definitely looks like a student. And so young, too. ._.
But I think I'll edit Freija's description to give her something that distinguishes her as a teacher. It could be a ring or pendant or whatever with the school logo on it, or maybe some sort of identification. Like, a certain range of colours could be for fighting teachers. Like, ranges of blue-purple for fighting, each individual to identify each teacher. And maybe red-pink for the magic teachers, or something like that.
If the idea's approved, I'll probably give Freija a little ring in a pretty fuchsia colour or something.

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Freija

With a raised eyebrow, Freija noted the man as rather peculiar. There was an eeriness about him, though she couldn't quite place a finger on it. It was definitely worth noting down on paper when she had the time, in a little journal or whatever parchment she could get her hands on in order to add it to her notes, however. The thought wasn't dismissed as easily as she might have done with notes on any other race she'd seen plenty of before. Undead was knew to her, and though it seemed like dangerous ground to tread on, she wanted to learn more about this particular race and how they functioned. She took mental notes, like she always did. Very cold. Very stiff. Very distant. Pupil-less? Something about that tone of voice that came off as unsettling. Calm, formal as required, but distant, as if the thoughts of this man were elsewhere. Very interesting.
"Ah, that's quite interesting. I've never met the Undead before. Nor is it a race I've come to learn much about. Hopefully I might learn some things here at the academy. It's a pleasure, James." she said, masking the curiosity and the burning, insatiable need to ask more with a much lighter tone of voice, though harbouring evident respect already. This didn't seem like a man who she wanted to upset. Not in the slightest. She hesitated before another question left her lips, though his magic presence was too difficult to ignore. It was dark and mysterious, like the rest of him.
"What is it you teach at this school?"

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Sounds like a lovely idea! I'm starting to like Third already, haha. :D
I was planning on being a little engaged with the teachers themselves. They all seem so antisocial. And as a teacher for the very first year at the academy, I think Freija needs some pointers, or atleast to find her feet. So in essence, she's just as much a student as anyone else. Except maybe a little brooch or medallion the teachers might have to wear or something to distinguish them from the students.

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Freija

A new place, a new start. And it's alive with the beating of young hearts.

Several thoughts flowed into each other as gentle as a bubbling brook through the mind of a certain elven woman. They would have been rushing, but she was much more in control of her mental abilities and thought processes, however even as in-control as she was, they still left her the tiniest bit lightheaded as new experiences always do. She ran a pale hand through her chocolate waves and let it fall down to, somewhat nervously, tug at the skirt of the flowing lavender gown she wore. Her first year teaching, Freija looked around to try and paint small mental pictures of all the students she would have on board this year (anyone seen to be the mind-over-matter type, or just anyone openly practising their magic) or all the teachers she might have to spend time with. The thought that a decent number of her students would be older than her made her smirk a little to herself, or that hardly anyone would take her for a teacher. Though she wasn't the best, her gifted abilities with magic coupled with intensive study of the art brought her where she was today. Standing in the courtyard of a massive academy on orientation day. She could only hope her parents would see her, and be proud of the hard work they definitely put into raising her. Being a teacher at 20 was a feat.

There was an introduction period earlier that morning where she'd gotten to meet most the teachers, even if just briefly, so that didn't bother her. "Why not make myself more sociable?" she smiled to herself. She was the very image of gliding effortlessly to the front gates from where she previously stood, in the shade of the huge building. She meant to congratulate the headmistress once again on such a beautiful, thriving little community, and get a look for the new faces coming in. "My lady, it's beautiful. And may the fates bring more years of prosperity to a place like this, and the heart that runs it." she smiled warmly, even at the man in red who loomed close by, and was much bigger than the slight frames of both her and the headmistress. After brief interaction with him as well, she chose to take her leave. As a heightened magic user, his aura was consuming to her, to say the least.
Making a brief stop at a stall to buy herself some fruit that was quickly finished, she caught herself staring at a couple, a boy with an exceptionally long scarf and a girl, making their way to the stalls as well, and an emotion welled up inside her. Was it longing? Being homeschooled, she never did experience school like these children did. She'd only hope to give them the best, most focused teaching experience she could. Though she couldn't do that in a state of even the slightest envy, so she made her way on. She'd noticed lots of things on her way which she chose to involve herself with minimally. Nodding her head politely as she passed two boys who, from her point of view, seemed to be meeting for the first time, as she'd guessed by introductions and names given. She picked up "Jargon" but that was about it, and she labelled the boy with the scales as one. She was intrigued ever so slightly. She'd only studied about those types of people, never met one in person, but she kept her distance for now. Passing some teachers, she waved coyly to an Orc man, and to a man uttering a prayer, Though what caught her eye most was a man leaning against a far wall. It wasn't what he had that caught her attention from so far away, but his lack thereof. She sensed strong energy from him, but a weightless, non-existant sense of being. He was auraless for sure. She was definitely intrigued as she made her way to where he was, navigating as easily as if she was wearing her glasses, though neatly stashed away in a satchel under the layers of the trail of her dress.
She neared him with a sense of caution, and uttered a soft word before she ran a quick scan of this man. Nothing. That's what she saw in him magically. Not that he wasn't a good user, but there was literally nothing there. She meant to ask him how, or why, he could mask an aura like that. It would be a powerful tactic on the battlefield, and it would sate her ever-growing curiosity. But she stuck to a few short sentences for now, hoping to get his attention: She even had to puff her chest out to hope he'd even see her, as short as she was.
"Hello there. I believe you're a teacher at this school, yes?" He seemed too old to be a student, but she found herself regretting the assumption almost immediately. "I just wanted to say hi. It's my first year teaching here. Freija Kiraiian, generalist in magic mastery. And your name, sir? And, if you don't mind me being so blunt, I was curious about how you had no sense of existence. How...or what, are you?"

RWBY

Wow. I actually went as a makeshift Ruby for Halloween at a school party. o.o That was interesting, except I was lacking Crescent Rose, haha. >> I would actually love to post a picture but it isn't that great and I need long boots and asdf. Aw well!