"Communal showers?" A refined voice asked with noticeable interest. "How very exciting! What a wonderful opportunity it will provide to build camaraderie with our fellow students! Oh! And you must be Sarah and Mela! How delightful to make your acquaintance! I am Parrthineas E Doxon the First, but you may call me Parr for short! I have been informed that I shall be sharing a room with you good ladies, and I greatly hope that we can all become the closest of friends!"
"Due to some rather regrettable circumstances, I arrived at the welcoming party just as everyone departed for their room assignments. No sooner had I grabbed a small snack than I found myself completely alone! Utterly bereft of the boistrous socilazation I had so greatly anticipated! So, you must do me the kindness of telling me all about yourselves! Where do you hail from? What magic do you specialize in? And, do either of you smell apple? It is one of my favorite fruits!
"Hey, that's not a bad idea!" Kate noted, after Betty had suggested that delivering some applications might put the headmistress in a more receptive mood. "Just point me in the right direction, and I'll see that they get to her safe and sound! Oh, and don't worry about me. I'm fairly confident that once we've had our little chat, she'll be glad that I decided to visit her academy."
Parr had just left his interview with the admissions officer when he noticed a colorful flyer pinned to a bulletin board on the waiting room wall. “Welcome Party for the Class of 4997” it announced.
“Jubilation!” he exclaimed, his tail wagging happily. “That sounds like wonderful fun!”
He checked the time.
“Hmm, it’s already gotten underway, but if I hurry I shouldn’t miss too much.”
Then he noted the date.
“Oh, fliddleflam! It would appear that I missed the party by a full day! Not to worry, though!” he announced to no one in particular. “Everything shall be made right with the aid of my temporal compressor!”
Not wasting another second, the canine produced a strange device that looked somewhat like an hourglass. Its twin crystal orbs contained not sand, but rather a pair of complex gyroscopes, which spun and whirled at a dizzying speed. After holding it aloft for all of the room’s non-existent occupants to see, he pressed an elaborate activation rune on its base, after which the entire universe appeared to come apart at the seams. For the briefest of moments, sounds were colors, colors were sounds, day was night, night was day, people’s insides were on their outsides, and outside the bounds of the multiverse, an entire pantheon of eldritch beings was sucked from their vast, extradimensional realm and squeezed between the teeth of a small mouse.
But only for the briefest of moments.
Then, the inconceivable insanity collapsed back into relative normality. The “relative” part must be stressed here, for although Parr, along with some of the other late arrivals, were now a full day in the past (and, indeed, had always been a full day in the past), the new historical narrative was not without its fair share of, shall we say, incongruities… For instance the admissions officer was quite unsure if a certain possessed applicant had provided her application during an interview, or if she had used a portal to deliver said application via slimy tentacle. Meanwhile, another application had simply winked out of existence, although the hole in the wall made by the equally non-existent Wyvern that had (never) delivered it still remained. Such strange timy-wimy things often happen where temporal manipulations are concerned.
For his part, Parr didn’t even bother to give it a second thought. He had arrived, and that was all that mattered.
“Salutations, fellow students!” He called out in a jovial voice, hoping to make a grand and dignified entrance.
@Ponn As interesting as she was, she is still that player's character. Furthermore, with the 10+ staff characters and my two mages, I am a bit at my limit of how much I can handle.
No problem, it was just a suggestion. I also made sure to tag PsyBlade so they could give their thoughts on the matter, and/or their permission, if you did want to do such a thing.
I was never advocating simply taking their character. I apologize if it came across that way.
"Hey there, Councilor Betty!" Kate said with a friendly smile as she walked up to the slime. "I'm Kate Carson, though you probably already know that," she added with a chuckle. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind setting up a little appointment for me with Miss Great and Powerful herself. I imagine she was probably a bit displeased when she found out I'd be staying with you guys, but I just want to personally assure her that I don't intend to cause her any trouble. I'm here for a vacation, so I'd kinda like to get things off on the right foot, y'know?"
“Thanks!” Kate said after permission to take a photo had been granted.
*Snap!*
“Yeah, it’s actually one-of-a-kind,” Kate replied to Prof. Thalis’s inquiry. “It was made by an old friend of mine. She liked to call it ‘Nykannis’s Hyperdigienchantech Photographic Implement 3000.’” She chuckled. “Pretty pretentious, right? But that’s Nykannis for ya. I guess she’s a fairly typical mad scientist in that regard.”
It was about then that Bet Eil made her awkward and amusing entrance.
“Oh, cool, it’s the councilor. Sorry to cut this short, teach, but I’ve got something I wanna talk with her about. See ya later!” she said with a wave as she walked over to where the slime was standing.
To say that the admissions officer was exhausted would be the understatement of the century. The previous day had been bad, even for someone in his line of work. All he needed to do was look around his office to find ample evidence of that. First there was the missing door. Then there was the gaping hole in the wall where what he assumed was a Wyvern of some kind had burst in to deliver its master’s admission form. And then there was the carpet… He didn’t even want to think about the carpet…
Yes, the previous day had been so hellishly traumatic that he couldn’t manage to get even a single hour’s sleep without being beset by nightmares of flaming guinea pigs stabbing him repeatedly, before hopping on an iceberg and riding it into the maw of a moon with a demented girl’s face. And now today had begun with an admissions form being handed to him by a slimy tentacle reaching out from a portal, which had formed inside his outer ear… This had been followed by a glimmer of hope (that most fiendish of all instruments of torture), in the form of a polite and highly accomplished scion of a well-respected family appearing before him. Of course, it was obviously too good to be true, and, sure enough, he was completely incapable of performing magic… And then there was that apple which had just now materialized on his desk…
Oh, well, he thought to himself with a weary sigh, time to see what wonderful traumas the next applicant has to inflict…
But, wait… There didn’t seem to be a next applicant…
“Ahem!” a refined voice announced.
“Is someone here?” the admissions officer asked, looking around in bewilderment. The room was empty. Could… Could this person have the ability to turn invisible? He certainly hoped not…
“Down here, my good fellow!” the voice informed him.
Looking down at the chair on the other side of his desk, he was shocked to see what appeared to be a dog sitting at attention.
“D-Did… Did you just say that?” the officer asked in a quivering voice. Maybe I’m hallucinating… Or, or maaaybe he’s the brother of that other girl who was in here yesterday…
“Indeed I did, old boy,” the dog replied. “I am Parrthineas E Doxon the First, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He held out his paw.
The officer hesitantly shook it. “W-Welcome. Do you happen to have your application with you?”
“Terribly sorry, my good fellow, but they were having a paper airplane contest down by the river, and since my application was the only paper I had with me at the time I was forced to enlist its aid in that noble endeavor. I do apologize.”
“Did you win?” the officer asked, his exhaustion clear in his voice.
“In several branch universes, yes.”
The admissions officer gave a lengthy sigh, before pulling out a new form.
“Here, I’ll just fill this out for you. I already have your name, but, um, do you go by anything… shorter?”
“You may call me Parr, for short.”
“Okay and your age?”
“Sixteen changings of the seasons.”
“I’m assuming your gender is male?”
“Correct.”
“Nationality?”
“I am a proud citizen of the Federation.”
“Okay, next is appearance, I’ll just fill that out myself…” Appears to be an ordinary dog, but dressed in snappy attire including top hat and monocle. A pair of goggles is perched on the brim of the hat, and a timepiece is fastened to the fancy collar around his neck. “And your species?”
“I am clearly a Canine, my good fellow. Do you perhaps need to get your eyesight examined? I know of a good optometri—”
“Moving on… Any notable physical abilities or skills?”
“Well, like all Canines, I have an excellent sense of smell, and after that distressing incident while crossing the Sea of Ten Thousand Tempests, I made it a top priority to learn the doggy paddle.”
“Okay, how would you describe your magical style?”
“Like my renowned father before me, I am highly proficient in the realms of temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation. Care for a demonstration?”
Before the officer could say anything, the applicant produced a golden pocket watch from which emerged a beam of bluish energy. The beam struck the apple on the officer’s desk, causing it to wink out of existence.
“I believe that should answer the question of where that apple came from, hmm?”
“Yes…” But if the apple was transported from here, then how did the apple… "Moving along, any notable magical quirks?”
“None that I can think of.”
“How about magical skills, hobbies or interests?”
“Just the aforementioned interest in temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation.”
“What is your reason for enrolment?”
“Well, you see, old boy, Fae Creek Academy is the alma mater of my esteemed father, Parrthineas E Doxon the Zeroth, and I should like to follow in his footsteps and walk these hallowed halls myself, in pursuit of ever-increasing knowledge of chronological phenomena.”
“Okaaay… And you would describe your personality as…?”
“Polite, enthusiastic, and rather inquisitive.”
And somewhat eccentric…
“Can you tell me a bit about your background?”
“Oh, I’d be delighted to, my good fellow! It all started with my illustrious and supremely skilled father. He was, or rather, will be, an inventor of great renown. His greatest invention, of course, was, or rather, will be, his Farprior Machine, which he utilized to travel twenty years into the past from this current date. It was then that he met the paragon of loveliness that would become my dear mother. After my birth, he regaled me with a never-ending stream of tales about his life, tales that inspired me to emulate him in every possible respect, and it is because of that inspiration that I appear before you today.”
“Any general skills, hobbies, or interests?” the officer asked, Parr’s insane backstory barely reaching his ears before being repelled by an impenetrable wall of complete apathy.
“Well, I look foreword to developing camaraderie with my fellow students, and, perhaps, attaining an achievement so great as to merit a statue of my likeness to grace this venerable campus, like my father before me. I also greatly enjoy making paper airplanes.”
“Well, that concludes this interview. You may leave the way you came in.”
“Why thank you my good fellow! It certainly was a pleasure! Say! That is quite a lovely plant you have over there! Would you mind if I…?”
“Yes, ‘old boy’, I would mind!” the officer roared. “Now get out!”
The officer slumped in his chair.
Please let that be the last… Please let that be the last… Please let that be the…
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Name / Nickname: Parrthineas E Doxon the First, “Parr” for short Age: 16 Gender: Male Nationality: The Federation
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Appearance: Appears to be an ordinary dog, but dressed in snappy attire including top hat and monocle. A pair of goggles is perched on the brim of the hat, and an hourglass pendent hangs from the fancy collar around his neck.
Species: Canine
Physical Abilities / Skills: Good sense of smell, knows the doggie paddle
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Magical Style: To quote the applicant: “Temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, temporal manipulation”
Magical Quirks: Apparently none of note, but I wouldn’t be surprised it this were blatantly untrue…
Reason for enrollment in Fae Creek Academy: It is apparently the applicant’s father’s alma mater, although there is no record of such an individual ever attending Fae Creek. Then again, he did say that his father traveled from the future, so…
Personality: Polite, enthusiastic, rather inquisitive, mildly eccentric…
Backstory: His “supremely skilled” father is (will be?) apparently the inventor of a time machine, which was used to travel some twenty years before our current time. His father then met his mother, and, soon after their marriage, he was born. Like his father, he became immensely interested in the various applications of time magic and magi-tech. He now wishes to increase his knowledge at his “esteemed” father’s old alma mater.
General Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Developing camaraderie with his fellow students, and, perhaps, attaining an achievement so great as to merit a statue of his likeness to grace our “venerable campus”, like his father did before (after?) him… Good luck with that… Also likes making paper airplanes.
Kate strolled into the garden with her trademark easy smile, and her camera around her neck. Although the Welcome Party had clearly already gotten underway, Kate liked to think of herself as being "fashionably late." Indeed, her late arrival certainly had its advantages. In particular, she could get far more info about the goings on than if she had been the first to arrive.
A number of students and teachers mingled about, but Kate's attention was immediately drawn to the professor nearly covered with balloons and his fellow lizardfolk professor who was trying to remove them.
Giggling, she snapped a picture of the amusing scene.
There was also a pleasingly large spread of food, but, knowing Fae Creek, there was a good chance that the quality of the offerings on display would be highly suspect, a chance that was confirmed by the sight of one of the new students choking on what appeared to be a cookie.
"Guess cookies are off the menu," Kate chuckled and snapped another picture.
Making her way to the refreshments table, she noticed one of the professors sitting on the grass, while indulging in some cupcakes.
Looks like those are edible, at least...
Taking a plastic tray, she began filling it with several cupcakes. Once she had finished, she poured herself a glass of punch and cautiously took a sip. Surprisingly, it was quite refreshing.
The sound of muttering drew her attention to the silver haired professor who was slowly circling the table, apparently trying to view it from every angle. A camera was attached to his belt.
"Hey there, teach. That's a pretty sweet lookin' camera. Mind if I take a picture of it?"
To say that the admissions officer was exhausted would be the understatement of the century. The previous day had been bad, even for someone in his line of work. All he needed to do was look around his office to find ample evidence of that. First there was the missing door. Then there was the gaping hole in the wall where what he assumed was a Wyvern of some kind had burst in to deliver its master’s admission form. And then there was the carpet… He didn’t even want to think about the carpet…
Yes, the previous day had been so hellishly traumatic that he couldn’t manage to get even a single hour’s sleep without being beset by nightmares of flaming guinea pigs stabbing him repeatedly, before hopping on an iceberg and riding it into the maw of a moon with a demented girl’s face. And now today had begun with an admissions form being handed to him by a slimy tentacle reaching out from a portal, which had formed inside his outer ear… This had been followed by a glimmer of hope (that most fiendish of all instruments of torture), in the form of a polite and highly accomplished scion of a well-respected family appearing before him. Of course, it was obviously too good to be true, and, sure enough, he was completely incapable of performing magic… And then there was that apple which had just now materialized on his desk…
Oh, well, he thought to himself with a weary sigh, time to see what wonderful traumas the next applicant has to inflict…
But, wait… There didn’t seem to be a next applicant…
“Ahem!” a refined voice announced.
“Is someone here?” the admissions officer asked, looking around in bewilderment. The room was empty. Could… Could this person have the ability to turn invisible? He certainly hoped not…
“Down here, my good fellow!” the voice informed him.
Looking down at the chair on the other side of his desk, he was shocked to see what appeared to be a dog sitting at attention.
“D-Did… Did you just say that?” the officer asked in a quivering voice. Maybe I’m hallucinating… Or, or maaaybe he’s the brother of that other girl who was in here yesterday…
“Indeed I did, old boy,” the dog replied. “I am Parrthineas E Doxon the First, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He held out his paw.
The officer hesitantly shook it. “W-Welcome. Do you happen to have your application with you?”
“Terribly sorry, my good fellow, but they were having a paper airplane contest down by the river, and since my application was the only paper I had with me at the time I was forced to enlist its aid in that noble endeavor. I do apologize.”
“Did you win?” the officer asked, his exhaustion clear in his voice.
“In several branch universes, yes.”
The admissions officer gave a lengthy sigh, before pulling out a new form.
“Here, I’ll just fill this out for you. I already have your name, but, um, do you go by anything… shorter?”
“You may call me Parr, for short.”
“Okay and your age?”
“Sixteen changings of the seasons.”
“I’m assuming your gender is male?”
“Correct.”
“Nationality?”
“I am a proud citizen of the Federation.”
“Okay, next is appearance, I’ll just fill that out myself…” Appears to be an ordinary dog, but dressed in snappy attire including top hat and monocle. A pair of goggles is perched on the brim of the hat, and a timepiece is fastened to the fancy collar around his neck. “And your species?”
“I am clearly a Canine, my good fellow. Do you perhaps need to get your eyesight examined? I know of a good optometri—”
“Moving on… Any notable physical abilities or skills?”
“Well, like all Canines, I have an excellent sense of smell, and after that distressing incident while crossing the Sea of Ten Thousand Tempests, I made it a top priority to learn the doggy paddle.”
“Okay, how would you describe your magical style?”
“Like my renowned father before me, I am highly proficient in the realms of temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation. Care for a demonstration?”
Before the officer could say anything, the applicant produced a golden pocket watch from which emerged a beam of bluish energy. The beam struck the apple on the officer’s desk, causing it to wink out of existence.
“I believe that should answer the question of where that apple came from, hmm?”
“Yes…” But if the apple was transported from here, then how did the apple… "Moving along, any notable magical quirks?”
“None that I can think of.”
“How about magical skills, hobbies or interests?”
“Just the aforementioned interest in temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation.”
“What is your reason for enrolment?”
“Well, you see, old boy, Fae Creek Academy is the alma mater of my esteemed father, Parrthineas E Doxon the Zeroth, and I should like to follow in his footsteps and walk these hallowed halls myself, in pursuit of ever-increasing knowledge of chronological phenomena.”
“Okaaay… And you would describe your personality as…?”
“Polite, enthusiastic, and rather inquisitive.”
And somewhat eccentric…
“Can you tell me a bit about your background?”
“Oh, I’d be delighted to, my good fellow! It all started with my illustrious and supremely skilled father. He was, or rather, will be, an inventor of great renown. His greatest invention, of course, was, or rather, will be, his Farprior Machine, which he utilized to travel twenty years into the past from this current date. It was then that he met the paragon of loveliness that would become my dear mother. After my birth, he regaled me with a never-ending stream of tales about his life, tales that inspired me to emulate him in every possible respect, and it is because of that inspiration that I appear before you today.”
“Any general skills, hobbies, or interests?” the officer asked, Parr’s insane backstory barely reaching his ears before being repelled by an impenetrable wall of complete apathy.
“Well, I look foreword to developing camaraderie with my fellow students, and, perhaps, attaining an achievement so great as to merit a statue of my likeness to grace this venerable campus, like my father before me. I also greatly enjoy making paper airplanes.”
“Well, that concludes this interview. You may leave the way you came in.”
“Why thank you my good fellow! It certainly was a pleasure! Say! That is quite a lovely plant you have over there! Would you mind if I…?”
“Yes, ‘old boy’, I would mind!” the officer roared. “Now get out!”
The officer slumped in his chair.
Please let that be the last… Please let that be the last… Please let that be the…
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