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@dragonpiece You good fam. Feel free to jump in. Good luck teach, you chose the wrong school.

Hanna


Hanna wiped her face with the handkerchief given to her, and was surprised when a jacket flopped over her head. Looking up at the scruffy haired young man in confusion, she nodded her head. She was okay; or rather, this was a huge improvement from the usual.

Someone actually did something. She didn't know how to feel about that. It didn't feel like a one time thing either! Was it possible the Headmaster was serious?

"T-thanks," she said to the two boys, wiping herself off with a towel. She was probably going to be late for her next class. No way she was entering like this, she'd have to change clothes.

She eyed the... young man? Holymoly this dude was huge. She was short for her age, yeah, but Jesucristo! This guy was a student?! Well, she didn't recognize any of them, and she really doubted that they were younger than her, so they must be higher years. Hanna folded Oscar's jacket and handed it back to him with an appreciative nod.

As for Henry, "I'll return your towel later. I'm sorry but I think I'll need to borrow it for awhile." She'd have to hit the showers, and she had a spare change of clothes in her locker, thankfully. No such luck for her underwear, however, but she could bear with that much for awhile.

She handed Henry her ID. Sev Hanna Leia Marlon, Grade 10, Rank #7, Class A-10. "Where's your class?" she asked, "in case I can't bring it to you, just drop by my class. And... thanks again."

Leaving the two with an appreciative smile, the girl walked away, feeling a little bit better, and a lot more optimistic about this year.
@The Man Emperor Power wise, you're good. Since Bee likes everything else, looks like you're all set. Feel free to jump in.

Also, obligatory:
Marduk & Vashya

w/ Grasidia @j8cob

Marduk received a new list of orders for the bar, and tipped a glass to Torys before manning his station once again. This shouldn't take too long. He hoped the others' jobs went well; gods know that they'd picked from a weird list. Most likely none of them would have an easy time of it.

The moment he disappeared into the kitchen, Vashya and the serviceman took the opportunity to step inside. With the door opened, they followed after the hooded man, Vashya's normally excited demeanor fizzling out at the sight of so many people. The young girl did not quite cling to her guardian's clothes, but she certainly stuck closer. Still, as visibly nervous as she was at the crowd, her eyes were undeniably gleaming. They lit up as she took in the full view of the guild, eyes bouncing around like a pinball, unable to decide on the most interesting thing in the room.

Eventually, they came to a stop near the job board, as the child service worker asked around for Marduk, or at least the guildmaster. Unfortunately, it looked like both were occupied at the moment, so the both of them had no choice but to wait for them to be free. Oh well, they were in no great rush, though the sooner they managed to settle things, the better. So the man took a seat at a stool near the bar, while keeping an eye on an excitedly pacing Vashya, who seemed to have gotten over her fear of crowds rather quickly.

The red-head was bouncing around from place to place, looking intently at even the most mundane items of the guild, like its' lights and even tables and chairs, uncaring of the stares she was attracting from their bemused occupants. He didn't really feel the need to stop her - she wasn't really bothering anyone, and it was all harmless curiosity. He still made sure to watch her though; anyone who expected kids not to get into trouble was asking for trouble.

Which was exactly what he was expecting when the little girl stepped up towards a woman that looked about 5 inches taller than he did, and began to playfully begin pulling on her clothes.

"WOAH! YOU'RE TALL!" she squealed in delight, apparently finding her height highly amusing. "How're y'that tall! There's n'way you're like, a real person! I mean my mom was super tall but you're just like fwoosh! Like a tree, except like person! Oh, I know, y're probably stretching yourself like this right?"

And suddenly the girl stood at the same height as the brunette in front of her, courtesy of the shadowy tentacles beneath her feet pushing her upwards. Her balance on them was shaky, and she wobbled a bit, but nonetheless proceeded to keep talking with a huge grin on her face. It appeared she had found her main attraction.

As Vashya began to lecture the other woman on the various reasons this didn't count as being tall, the man got up from his chair and began walking towards her. He really needed her to learn how to stop doing that - it wasn't good for his heart.
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Trinidad Academy

Trinidad Academy was a second rate school - this was known to just about anyone that was familiar with the Noble Arms scene in the Philippines. There were scant few schools that were qualified to act as an academic facility for Arms masters, and more often than not, these requirements were strict - it was, after all, a facility dedicated to raising up children who were now in possession of powerful weapons that could not be taken from them, and could pose as a threat not only to the public at large but even to themselves.

That it was even qualified to be an Arms Academy might have been a point of contention for many people, but the explanation was really very simple, if not eye-rollingly typical: Simply put, the wealthy men and women who were parents or guardians of young Arms Masters kept it afloat. Trinidad was the perfect place to shunt off affluent kids who had no hope of accomplishing anything of note in an actual Arms Academy; it's administration could be bought, rules bent and broken for those that could afford it, while the poorer, less influential students were treated as chaff and disposable bodies. The vaunted scholarship that allowed students of a lower status attendance was at once both a shield and a sword - as long as it existed, the government and staff would have an excuse to keep it open under the guise of charity and opportunity for all, while at the same time raking in the "donations" of the wealthy in exchange for special considerations.

This was the academy's state until recently. The arrival and work of the new director marked a turning point for the school; an increase in standards, a stricter adherence to the rules, and a startlingly draconian approach to the the treatment of the students. Under the guidance of the new director, it appeared that all would be treated equally, and rewarded accordingly - and, it appeared, punished accordingly.

All this the new director promised, though naturally, many were disbelieving or otherwise scoffed at the notion, considering it being mere lip-service.

They would learn, in time.


Morning classes began, and the chiming of bells signaled to the students to get a move on. A day at school typically lasted 9 hours - from 6:30 AM to 3:30 PM, starting with an 30-minutes of homeroom period, followed by one subject per hour for a total of 6 subjects with a 30-minute recess and an hour lunch period in between. For students that had Noble arms, they were required to stay two hours longer, from 3 to 5 PM, for Arms related training. Noble Arms Academies also had half a day of school on Saturdays from 7:30 - 11:30, and on those days were entirely focused on Noble Arms specific training.

Each class was roughly 30 students each, with an assigned homeroom teacher that would take give out announcements and take role-call at the start of each day. The homeroom teacher would also act as their supervisor and default authority figure for class-related projects and activities, such as field trips, festival booths, and intramurals. Trinidad was a fairly typical school with regards to how they operated as a school. It was only their blatant corruption and overwhelming favoritism for the richer caste that muddled the system they operated on.

So far, the wealthy kids had been content to simply coast through their school life - understandable, after all, why put effort when it wasn't needed? - and despite the change in leadership, they had little inclination to change their ways. It had been this way for as long as they had been there, and the concept of actual change had eluded them.

"Oh god, there goes that bitch again, she things she's so special."

"Yeah I know! Ugh. Teachers pet. I heard that the school actually paid for her to come here."

"Wouldn't that make her a whore?"

The vicious, biting words hung in the air as a mousy brown-skinned girl walked past its source - a huddled group of girls and their hanger-ons. They were the popular and rich, and the ones naturally incensed when their position was threatened. They glared at her, and she tried to shrink into herself to escape their attention, but no such luck, so in spite of their continued verbal stabs she kept her head down and ignore them.

Her attempt to dismiss them only seemed to irritate them further. She heard a snort of disbelief, and suddenly she was showered in water.

"Oops."

One of the bullies held a water bottle in her hand, its remaining contents dripping to the floor while the group laughed. She grit her teeth, her mind blank with fury and shame and confusion. She wanted to do something but didn't know what and it was so hard to think!

And then she felt liquid pour over her head once again, accompanied by the smell of strong sent of mango.

Another girl stepped away from behind the mousy girl, a lazy grin on her face, and a crushed tetra pak carton in hand. "Aah, finally we got the smell out. Aren't I nice? You smelled like carabao, and a I thought I could help you out. I'm nice right?"

That might have been the last straw, and she was just about to snap and pull Conquistadora on them when a teacher rounded the corner.

"What's going on here?!" he asked, alarmed at what was presumably the dripping wet floor and the girl that the juice and water was dripping off of. She pursed her lips - the new director promised changed, and she was loath to hope that maybe something would finally be done about this but-

"Oh nothing, sir. Just helping a classmate out. She was smelling a bit funky so we share some perfume with her." In what most obviously a bullshit answer, the lead bitch gave a simpering smile to the teacher, who simply grinned back at her like a goon. "I hope you don't mind? I was just trying to be a good friend."

"Ah I see. Well, just be sure to call a janitor right? Wouldn't want anyone to slip over your perfume," he said with a chuckle, and in that entire time, he never so much as looked at her again.

Of course. Of course nothing was going to change. That new director was lip-service, like all the other blasted adults in this cursed school. The ones that actually cared couldn't do anything, and the ones in power did everything to keep it the way it was. If it weren't for the fact that there was no other place she could afford to study with a Noble Arm, she would have nothing to do with this school.

She turned to leave, shoulders trembling, her eyes running with tears. When she turned, the only thing she could think of was "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear..."

There appeared the new director, clothed in fine traditional clothing and smiling disarmingly. The mousy girl tried to keep her glare out of her eyes, but it was a tough doing, and the man appeared to notice. His only reaction was to give raise a single brow, before turning on the group behind her.

The teacher all of a sudden looked nervous, but the students wore the same smiles still.

"I-!" Began the teacher, before the director raised a hand to stop him. Measured, quite steps, and suddenly he was putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I expect to see your letter of resignation on top of my office in an hour, Mr. Romulo, or else I will be reporting you to the police for participating in bullying and for bribery."

And all at once, the atmosphere changed. The smile slid of the bully's faces faster than the water they had poured, while they victim's head jerked around, expression disbelieving... and hopeful. The Director turned away from the stunned teacher, who quickly ran away, to the bullies who jerked back in fear, before their ringleader, took a shaky step forward.

"Listen, m-my mom and dad are lawyers you know? And the-they've given a lot of donations to-"

"Ms. Kristine and company, you will be serving a month of in-campus suspension from classes, where you will be doing community service for your classes in the afternoon. Any tests, quizzes, and activities done during that time will be marked as zero. Kindly see me in my office after school so I can send the letter to your parents. Failure to show up will be considered as grounds for expulsion."

He smiled and all was silent for a moment.

"You may go now."

The girls all but ran, some stomping their feet in anger, but nonetheless with a fearful expression on their faces. The director chuckled and turned to the mousy girl, offering her a handkerchief.

"Clean yourself up Ms. Hanna. Hopefully you may preserve a modicum of dignity before class starts. And, it's small consolation, but you can expect these things to no longer happen. For what it's worth, I applaud your restraint - and patience."

The director nodded, and for the first time, it felt like someone was really looking at her, and that she could really see someone.

"Welcome to my academy, Ms. Hanna. I assure you, someone like you will do quite well here..."

Vashya Rafflesia
w/ Menzai @samreaper

The child serviceman smiled down at the little girl excitedly jumping around him. For the first week after they had found her, she was catatonic and unresponsive, and they had honestly worried for her health going forward. She wouldn't eat, her sleep was sporadic and often she would wake up screaming. It broke the orderlies hearts and frightened some of the other kids that were nearby.

It didn't help that whatever magic her mother had taught her caused things to simply break around her. For someone in her mental state, broken objects meant sharp things were always nearby, and the staff often found that she had cut herself - not on purpose, but because she simply ignored the broken shards around her and carelessly walked, fell, or touched them.

Then suddenly she was just fine. She began to respond to questions, and her mood lifted up rapidly. It was almost eerie, how quickly her personality changed. Still everyone was too relieved to care about the whys and hows of it, just as long as the girl was okay.

Vashya Rafflesia, a victim of abuse and apparently magical experimentation. Though the investigators were unsure of what exactly transpired in their household, evidence suggested that her mother was a practitioner of black magic, which in itself was already troubling information. That she subjected her child to harsh training in order for her to learn the same magic was beyond cruel. Her death however, was a mystery.

Vashya wouldn't say what caused her death, only that it was her birthday on the day her mother took her aside for 'one final training session'. The results of said training were evident: her mother was reduced to a puddle. The coroners were barely able to identify the woman, with her body so severely decayed and mutilated. With lack of information, the investigation on the cause of her death simply halted, and they focused on taking care of the girl that was left behind.

Said girl was now excitedly rambling on about how awesome the city was.

"Look! They even sell books here! S'many books!" she cried out. "Y'know back at home, there were houses smaller than that store!" She turned to the serviceman. "Are th'store owners rich? Did they get rich sellin' books?"

The earnest question got the man to laugh, and he responded. "Well, maybe. That's a pretty big bookstore chain. They have stores in nearly every major city Fiore."

She gasped. "Bookstore chain?!" The very idea sent her head swiveling back and forth, as though trying to find said stores chained together. The serviceman laughed again.

Soon enough, they reached their destination. Fenixtear. Local mage guild in Crocus and the current hot topic of Fiore after their prodigious feat of slaying a Dragon. That there was an actual dragon attack was amazing enough, but that they had responded so quickly and defeated it, it was no wonder they'd achieved overnight fame.

And there on the papers was the man they were here to meet. Marduk Girga. Member of Fenixtear and apparently the father of Vashya. That the man was sixty years old was concerning, but they didn't have a choice. It was clear that the mother had prepared for her death, as her final request was for her daughter to be placed into custody of her father.

They hadn't simply acquiesced to the request. The woman was clearly mentally unsound, and therefore they considered why she would make that request. They did a quick investigation of Marduk: former wizard saint, former independent mage, and currently something of a hero for some people, after the events at era. So far, the picture painted was that he was a morally upright and responsible man, and therefore someone they should have no problems leaving Vashya with.

But a child was a huge and altogether unique responsibility. Did the man even know he had a child? How would he react? And even if he did accept her, how well of a father would he be, at his advanced age? Vashya was 11 years old. It was highly likely that Vashya could be left an orphan soon after getting to know her knew father. Such a development would be a critical blow to a child in their formative years.

So that's why he was here. He wouldn't just be dropping her off. He'd also be observing and gathering information on the man, and based on his report, would decide whether or not to leave the child in her hands, or to move her to an orphanage.

It was when he stopped his musings that he realized that Vashya suddenly went silent. He looked down at the girl, a who was looking at the door of the guild with her eyebrows scrunched together, her mouth pulled down into a small frown.

"What's the matter?"

Her eyes darted to him quickly. "What if he doesn't like me?" Her small hands grab his, and she trembled slightly. "Mama loved me, but she still hurt me. What if he doesn't like me? Will he hurt me more?"

He swallowed. That was a fucking heavy question. Still, he answered her with a smile. "Don't worry Vashya. That's what I'm here for. If he looks like the kind of person that would hurt you, I'll take you away, somewhere safer."

She smiled, looking a little relieved. As they approached the guild, a barefooted man knocked loudly on the guilds entrance. The pair of them stopped, waiting just behind him to see if anyone would open the door. Vashya fidgeted in place, a little bit of her apprehension returning and also from impatience. The girl looked as good as ready to barge in herself.

A misty black tendril poked out from behind her and snaked under the hooded man towards the door, and the serviceman narrowed his eyes.

"Vashya..."

The girl looked sheepish at his chiding, and the tendril dissipated into the air.

Abe Yuuto
Burgeoning Onmyoji
Asahi - @RolePlayerRoxas


As his clubmates fought over who had the honor of being bate, Yuuto nodded, smiling pleasantly as he took note of something that he'd been curious about for awhile.

"Ah, so a Kitsune and a Jorogumo. I guessed as much." Well that was one minor mystery solved, now on to the bigger one. Hasshaku-sama. He was familiar with the urban legend, and he chided himself for not thinking of it sooner. In that regard, Kaori's experience shone through. It was an recent enough legend, and it was one you'd hear about even in the countryside, but Hasshaku-sama was a fictional spirit - the irony of that statement was not lost to him - so therefore, if what their esteemed club leader was saying was true, they were pursuing something that didn't exist.

He wrapped his mind around that. He didn't consider himself an inflexible person, quite the opposite in fact, but it wouldn't do to simply assume that this 'Hasshaku' was the culprit. There could be any number of explanations for what Kaori had witnessed. He voiced his opinions to Tomoko.

"I'm not saying you're wrong, Prez, but I feel we're jumping to conclusions a bit to fast," he said. "I usually agree with your decisions and you're instincts haven't failed us yet, so I'll go along with anything you have planned. I just feel it'd be safer if we consider other angles beforehand."

He paused, considering something.

"Although if we're pushing through with the lure plan, I also nominate Asahi as bait." He turned to her. "You're a Kitsune. You can create illusions can't you? You don't even have to be the actual bait, just make it look like there is one."
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