Wade Wilson — Roleplayer Guild

ELIGIUS PLAUTIUSStar City; Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development

"Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues, conspire against the odds...
But they haven’t seen the best of us yet..."

The quiet lyrics of This Is Gospel gently floated out of the black boxes in Sam's... dorm? Dorm. He didn't know how they worked, but they were apparently called speakers. Cleverly named, he thought. The young alien was sat down on possibly the most comfortable thing in the universe, with his eyes closed and head moving to the tune.

"IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GO!" The speakers screamed, vibrating through the walls.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Sam screamed, sending a burst of regeneration energy at the speaker. It left a big hole in the box, and also a big hole in the door. He stared out of said hole, his eyes meeting a big, black scorch mark in the door opposite, and lots of students looking in. "S-sorry..." He murmured, trying to open what was left of his door. However, he couldn't find a single button or lever anywhere. He did spot a silver-like object attached to it, however. He pulled it towards him - nothing. He pulled it upwards - nothing. He pushed it downwards - it moved, but nothing else. So he ended up channeling a tad more energy, and blasting off the edges of the door, picking it up and placing it against a wall. The boy walked out, gaining a lot of snickers as he walked past people. What was so funny? He couldn't quite place it. A couple of them raised their hands towards him, which he simply responded with, "Oh, no, I'm not a member of the High Council. I do apologise. Stellae docebit vos." To that, they walked away with strange looks on their faces. He just didn't understand.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he made his way outside, with more bursts of laughters from the students in the yard, as well as the reminder of the fireball that hit. Shuddering, he enveloped himself in the comfort of the garments he'd received from the school the previous night. They were quite standard and plain, but he enjoyed them greatly. Apparently they were called... pyjamas. Must be what they called them on Earth. Apparently he couldn't 'sleep' in the garments he wore, despite the fact he'd never done such a thing before. Another thing he assumed was custom there.

His musing was interrupted by bumping into a pane of glass, and presumably a door made out of the same thing. Grumbling, he fumled around for a button, or lever. Again, there was not a single thing in sight. He groaned, tapping his head against the glass. A crowd soon gathered around him, not as big as when the fireball landed, but still a handful of people. They pointed and laughed, some people prodding him in the process. They eventually got bored and he caught the door after somebody else entered. Walking in, he noticed all manner of creatures inside. And one of them was coming straight at him! His eyes started to glow as he began to panic, eventually causing his entire face to glow gold (apparently they did that now), until he was pulled aside by someone, or something. Whatever it was, Sam was struggling to see it over panicking.

"W-what is going on? What are all these creatures?" He stammered, looking around wildly as the student tried to calm him down. "Caeli miserere mei..." He muttered.
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