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Introduction
The Summoners Academy
'Hello, I am very pleased that you’ve received my letter. It is only of certain special circumstances that you have, indeed, received this letter. You receiving this letter is no coincidence or mishap, no, not at all. You receiving this letter means that you’ve been accepted into a very special school; one might say “I didn’t apply,” but let me stop you there. Acceptance into this school is not only a privilege, it is a calling, and this is how we found you. Something within you called to me; a voice, small, but prevalent spoke to me. This is when I decided that you had the gift; the talents it will take to succeed in this prestigious academy. If you do decide to attend this school, and I truly hope you do, please close your eyes, and concentrate. Hold this letter in your hands as tightly as you can, and recite: “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Sincerely, '
Dr. Gabriel Arc – Founder of SA & Admissions Officer
What is the Summoners Academy?
The Summoners Academy is a school for magically gifted youth who wish to expand their abilities, and grow as honorable individuals. This school was founded by the ‘Great Protector’, Gabriel Arc, after he successfully vanquished a dragon with his almighty summoning, Michael; named after the angel who stands beside God as a warrior against Satan. The schools foundation was not the only thing that made it great; SA is completely hidden from mortals and uninvited guests. The only way to get there is through an acceptance letter, and luckily you guys (the students) received one. While attending the Summoner’s Academy, each student will be placed in a dorm, and each dorm will house eight students. On the first day of school, each student will receive a crest, handbook, and a schedule.
Freshman Handbook
About Summonings:
A summoning is something conjured; created purely from a Summoner’s emotion, hopes, ambition, and imagination. Only with a crest, and training can a summoner truly and fully understand the true power of their gift. Every summoning is different, and with every significant strength comes a significant weakness. Never underestimate your ability or anyone else’s, never underestimate the size of a summoning or its abilities either; it may sound cliché, but the biggest of the bunch fall the hardest.
About Crests:
Crests may look shiny and attractive, but it is not their vanity that makes them important. They are to be carried by every student on campus; even teachers are required to wear it. Crests can be used to identify students and staff easily, but that is only their secondary function. These precious accessories are required to successfully perform summoning techniques; my dear students, summonings are a manifestation of what you’re feeling, and you can all project these creatures without the crest, or else you wouldn’t be here; if you want to manipulate their skills and physical strength, however, you’re going to need a crest. As stated before, your crest is given to you, and each crest is different from the rest.
Crests have different designs, but that too has its special reasoning. No two crests are exactly the same, but they may get similar as more are in demand. Each Crest is given an elemental affiliation, and like coins, crests have two sides. This gives the Summoner a choice between two different elements; the element they choose first will be their focus (their major) and the second element would be used as support (their minor). As you choose your major, keep in mind that your summoning skills would also focus around that; as well as your classes.
About Crests Designs and Elemental Affiliation:
As stated above, crests have two sides, meaning two different elements. How the user of the crests decides to manipulate their element is totally up to the user and the summoning. No crest has the same design on both sides, and either side can be selected as a major; defaulting the other side as a minor. Shadow majors, however, do not get a minor!
Pyro – The Pyro crest is that of the strongest summoners in the land. It is the most destructive, and summonings aided by this crest have the strongest attacks, but weakest defense. The Pyro crest is majored by many ambitious students who wish to crush their predecessors, and any other competitor. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Pyro crest majors.
Hydro – One the most diverse crest available. Summoners who obtain this crest have had the most successful relationships with their summonings, especially if they’ve made Hydro their focus. Hydro gives any summoning the ability to manipulate moisture, and because water is everywhere, a Hydro major could have a real competitive advantage. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Hydro crest majors.
Geo – Respectable Geo crest majors are well rounded individuals who pride themselves in stability and nature. Summoners who choose this major often become one with their summonings, giving them the nick name “Druid.” Instead of actually summoning a creature, Geo majors become the creature themselves. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Geo crest majors.
Aero – Free willed and open minded, Aero crest majors have the fastest moving summonings, and quickest attacks. Many Aero majors have avian or feline type summonings because they move the fastest. Most Aero majors mount their summonings for maximum speed, so they may explore their surrounding territory more freely. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Aero crest majors.
Light – The purest of all crests. Summoners who major in Light are extremely intelligent, but unfortunately they are the weakest; good thing their
summonings have great avoidance, healing, and deflection abilities to most projectile and magic attacks. Light majors are a force to be reckoned with, and are the rarest to attend SA. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Light crest majors.
Shadow – The most corrupted of all crests. Summoners who have a shadow crest may not have a minor; the darkness consumes all other elemental properties that could possibly be used for support. However, Shadow majors manifest the largest summonings known to man, and all of them have the ability to mimic skills from other summoners, but the skills are weaker than the original; a lot weaker. The size of a Shadow's summonings have been unmatched, but with great size comes comes a great weakness; their summonings are the slowest of all.
About Classes and Scheduling
Now that a crest was given to you, as a student you should pick classes that retain to the crest that you chose to major in. Ultimately it is your choice what classes you take, but note, the more classes you take retaining the crest you have, the better you’ll get with your summonings.
Mandatory Classes and Activities for Freshman Students:
Freshman Orientation / Homeroom: This is where you’ll make your first friends, receive your dorm room key, and receive your crests.
Summoning 101: This is where the young summoners will learn to hone their abilities as masters, and friends to their creations.
Combat 100: This class is where you learn to utilize the combat abilities of your summonings as well as learning to take advantage of your crests.
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IMPORTANT: CHARACTER SHEETS/ AVAILABLE ROLES/ WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW! :IMPORTANT
Notes:
There can only be a few for each major so I will grade applicants based on their writing skills; please turn in your best work. =) I also noticed that the teaching roles are gimped, but the roles for teachers are endless in this roleplay, if you want to be a teacher you should send me a pm and I'll accept you immediately, no question.
Available Roles:
[Student 1] - Taken!
[Student 2] - Taken!
[Student 3] - Taken!
[Student 4] - Taken!
[Student 5] - Taken!
[Student 6] - Taken!
[Student 7] - Taken!
[Student 8] - Taken!
[Home Room Advisory Teacher] -Taken!
[Summoning 101 Teacher] - Taken!
[Combat 100 Teacher] - Taken!
[You have a completely new idea? Want to create your own teacher or professor? GOOD! Send me a PM with information about the course you want to teach and your character's sheet; the sooner you do it the better. This way upcoming summoners could enroll]
Character Sheet
seeing how most of this stuff is already available... UNDER YOUR PERSONALITY SECTION copy, paste, and fill out this character sheet ALONG WITH THE GENERIC ONE THEY PROVIDE.
STUDENT CHARACTER SHEET
Name Of Summoning: [Of course your summoning has a name, how about you give it one if it doesn't]
Description of Summoning(s): [Pictures work fine]
Abilities of Summoning(s): [What the hell does it do? REMEMBER TO PICK OUT A CREST TO CORRESPOND WITH ABILITIES]
Crest Description: [Describe the crest; how it looks like and where you wear it...you basically pick this out yourself and pretend the teacher gave it to you its all apart of role playing! :D ]
Major: [Pyro, Hydro, Aero, Geo, Light, Shadow; this should correspond with your Crest Description]
Minor: [Pyro, Hydro, Aero, Geo, Light, Shadow; this should correspond with your Crest Description]
Schedule: [Must consist of six classes, including: Homeroom, Summoning 101, and Combat 100, the other three classes can be made up]
TEACHER CHARACTER SHEET
Degrees in: [Pyro, Hydro, Aero, Geo, Light, Shadow; this should correspond with your lessons]
What are you teaching?:[It better relate to magic in some shape or form..]
Name of Summoning (Optional):
Crest Description:
IAQ = Infrequently Asked Questions
Do I have to fill out a character sheet? DUH.. I mean yes, yes you do.
When do I start posting? When the game master posts.
Can I have two characters? Yep, just make sure you're good enough.
I want to drop out of this RP.. is that okay? Yeah, just tell me please.
I don't understand crests. what are they? Crests are basically elements to help guide people when creating a summoning for the role play.
I have another question! Help! ... PM PriestKoo ... jesus...
'Hello, I am very pleased that you’ve received my letter. It is only of certain special circumstances that you have, indeed, received this letter. You receiving this letter is no coincidence or mishap, no, not at all. You receiving this letter means that you’ve been accepted into a very special school; one might say “I didn’t apply,” but let me stop you there. Acceptance into this school is not only a privilege, it is a calling, and this is how we found you. Something within you called to me; a voice, small, but prevalent spoke to me. This is when I decided that you had the gift; the talents it will take to succeed in this prestigious academy. If you do decide to attend this school, and I truly hope you do, please close your eyes, and concentrate. Hold this letter in your hands as tightly as you can, and recite: “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Sincerely, '
Dr. Gabriel Arc – Founder of SA & Admissions Officer
What is the Summoners Academy?
The Summoners Academy is a school for magically gifted youth who wish to expand their abilities, and grow as honorable individuals. This school was founded by the ‘Great Protector’, Gabriel Arc, after he successfully vanquished a dragon with his almighty summoning, Michael; named after the angel who stands beside God as a warrior against Satan. The schools foundation was not the only thing that made it great; SA is completely hidden from mortals and uninvited guests. The only way to get there is through an acceptance letter, and luckily you guys (the students) received one. While attending the Summoner’s Academy, each student will be placed in a dorm, and each dorm will house eight students. On the first day of school, each student will receive a crest, handbook, and a schedule.
Freshman Handbook
About Summonings:
A summoning is something conjured; created purely from a Summoner’s emotion, hopes, ambition, and imagination. Only with a crest, and training can a summoner truly and fully understand the true power of their gift. Every summoning is different, and with every significant strength comes a significant weakness. Never underestimate your ability or anyone else’s, never underestimate the size of a summoning or its abilities either; it may sound cliché, but the biggest of the bunch fall the hardest.
About Crests:
Crests may look shiny and attractive, but it is not their vanity that makes them important. They are to be carried by every student on campus; even teachers are required to wear it. Crests can be used to identify students and staff easily, but that is only their secondary function. These precious accessories are required to successfully perform summoning techniques; my dear students, summonings are a manifestation of what you’re feeling, and you can all project these creatures without the crest, or else you wouldn’t be here; if you want to manipulate their skills and physical strength, however, you’re going to need a crest. As stated before, your crest is given to you, and each crest is different from the rest.
Crests have different designs, but that too has its special reasoning. No two crests are exactly the same, but they may get similar as more are in demand. Each Crest is given an elemental affiliation, and like coins, crests have two sides. This gives the Summoner a choice between two different elements; the element they choose first will be their focus (their major) and the second element would be used as support (their minor). As you choose your major, keep in mind that your summoning skills would also focus around that; as well as your classes.
About Crests Designs and Elemental Affiliation:
As stated above, crests have two sides, meaning two different elements. How the user of the crests decides to manipulate their element is totally up to the user and the summoning. No crest has the same design on both sides, and either side can be selected as a major; defaulting the other side as a minor. Shadow majors, however, do not get a minor!
Pyro – The Pyro crest is that of the strongest summoners in the land. It is the most destructive, and summonings aided by this crest have the strongest attacks, but weakest defense. The Pyro crest is majored by many ambitious students who wish to crush their predecessors, and any other competitor. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Pyro crest majors.
Hydro – One the most diverse crest available. Summoners who obtain this crest have had the most successful relationships with their summonings, especially if they’ve made Hydro their focus. Hydro gives any summoning the ability to manipulate moisture, and because water is everywhere, a Hydro major could have a real competitive advantage. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Hydro crest majors.
Geo – Respectable Geo crest majors are well rounded individuals who pride themselves in stability and nature. Summoners who choose this major often become one with their summonings, giving them the nick name “Druid.” Instead of actually summoning a creature, Geo majors become the creature themselves. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Geo crest majors.
Aero – Free willed and open minded, Aero crest majors have the fastest moving summonings, and quickest attacks. Many Aero majors have avian or feline type summonings because they move the fastest. Most Aero majors mount their summonings for maximum speed, so they may explore their surrounding territory more freely. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Aero crest majors.
Light – The purest of all crests. Summoners who major in Light are extremely intelligent, but unfortunately they are the weakest; good thing their
summonings have great avoidance, healing, and deflection abilities to most projectile and magic attacks. Light majors are a force to be reckoned with, and are the rarest to attend SA. When this crest is minored it is great for competitive advantages over opposite crest users, and battling determined Light crest majors.
Shadow – The most corrupted of all crests. Summoners who have a shadow crest may not have a minor; the darkness consumes all other elemental properties that could possibly be used for support. However, Shadow majors manifest the largest summonings known to man, and all of them have the ability to mimic skills from other summoners, but the skills are weaker than the original; a lot weaker. The size of a Shadow's summonings have been unmatched, but with great size comes comes a great weakness; their summonings are the slowest of all.
About Classes and Scheduling
Now that a crest was given to you, as a student you should pick classes that retain to the crest that you chose to major in. Ultimately it is your choice what classes you take, but note, the more classes you take retaining the crest you have, the better you’ll get with your summonings.
Mandatory Classes and Activities for Freshman Students:
Freshman Orientation / Homeroom: This is where you’ll make your first friends, receive your dorm room key, and receive your crests.
Summoning 101: This is where the young summoners will learn to hone their abilities as masters, and friends to their creations.
Combat 100: This class is where you learn to utilize the combat abilities of your summonings as well as learning to take advantage of your crests.
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IMPORTANT: CHARACTER SHEETS/ AVAILABLE ROLES/ WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW! :IMPORTANT
Notes:
There can only be a few for each major so I will grade applicants based on their writing skills; please turn in your best work. =) I also noticed that the teaching roles are gimped, but the roles for teachers are endless in this roleplay, if you want to be a teacher you should send me a pm and I'll accept you immediately, no question.
Available Roles:
[Student 1] - Taken!
[Student 2] - Taken!
[Student 3] - Taken!
[Student 4] - Taken!
[Student 5] - Taken!
[Student 6] - Taken!
[Student 7] - Taken!
[Student 8] - Taken!
[Home Room Advisory Teacher] -Taken!
[Summoning 101 Teacher] - Taken!
[Combat 100 Teacher] - Taken!
[You have a completely new idea? Want to create your own teacher or professor? GOOD! Send me a PM with information about the course you want to teach and your character's sheet; the sooner you do it the better. This way upcoming summoners could enroll]
Character Sheet
seeing how most of this stuff is already available... UNDER YOUR PERSONALITY SECTION copy, paste, and fill out this character sheet ALONG WITH THE GENERIC ONE THEY PROVIDE.
STUDENT CHARACTER SHEET
Name Of Summoning: [Of course your summoning has a name, how about you give it one if it doesn't]
Description of Summoning(s): [Pictures work fine]
Abilities of Summoning(s): [What the hell does it do? REMEMBER TO PICK OUT A CREST TO CORRESPOND WITH ABILITIES]
Crest Description: [Describe the crest; how it looks like and where you wear it...you basically pick this out yourself and pretend the teacher gave it to you its all apart of role playing! :D ]
Major: [Pyro, Hydro, Aero, Geo, Light, Shadow; this should correspond with your Crest Description]
Minor: [Pyro, Hydro, Aero, Geo, Light, Shadow; this should correspond with your Crest Description]
Schedule: [Must consist of six classes, including: Homeroom, Summoning 101, and Combat 100, the other three classes can be made up]
TEACHER CHARACTER SHEET
Degrees in: [Pyro, Hydro, Aero, Geo, Light, Shadow; this should correspond with your lessons]
What are you teaching?:[It better relate to magic in some shape or form..]
Name of Summoning (Optional):
Crest Description:
IAQ = Infrequently Asked Questions
Do I have to fill out a character sheet? DUH.. I mean yes, yes you do.
When do I start posting? When the game master posts.
Can I have two characters? Yep, just make sure you're good enough.
I want to drop out of this RP.. is that okay? Yeah, just tell me please.
I don't understand crests. what are they? Crests are basically elements to help guide people when creating a summoning for the role play.
I have another question! Help! ... PM PriestKoo ... jesus...
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Ryan Miguel Lionhart
'Get up. It is time to try and get up; come on! You're stronger than this.' A small voice, one very familiar to Ryan, whispered in the darkness. That night was tough for Lionhart, he'd been through so much. Why did he go into that bar? Why exactly did he pick a fight with that bar tender? Why is he now lying on the cold ground next to a dumpster in a dark alley? These questions could not easily be answered sensibly, but simply put, Ryan did it for no reason. In a heat of passion, he sucker punched the bar's employee, the bar tender only retaliated; landing Ryan in a world of pain, right next to a trashcan adjacent to the bar. 'Please get up. Ryan we have to get you home.' The whisper grew stronger. Ryan then lifted his wounded arm and wiped his nose, eyes, and mouth of the dried blood that rested there; he observed himself, searching for anything that could indicate a broken bone or a need for stitches. 'That's it Ryan! Get up!'
"Shut up!" Ryan shouted as he crunched his body, putting both of his hands on the ground; he used the wall to support his back, straining the muscles in his legs to prop himself up. Putting himself in a standing position. "I'm up now...I'm up." 'Good. that's goo-' the voice faded and disappeared. It honestly agitated him, why did the voice only appear when he was in need? It seemed to always say something to encourage him, but what good did that do for him? It didn't help him the night before; It didn't help him when his mother and father was taken away! What was the point of it anyway? Though these were only questions. Ones he asked himself all the time. He'd even seen a glimpse of it in the mirror once, but that only brought more questions. "Why won't you show yourself to me?" Ryan whisper into the air... but there was no reply.
Ryan had begun walking now; his journey home would be a short one. Living across the street from a bar in an orphanage is not the highlight of his life, but it was a life none-the-less. Crossing the street now, Ryan could see the door. All of the lights were off, and the sun was peeking through; now eating away at the darkness in the sky. It'd been about 6:00AM when Ryan woke up at the bar, so seeing the sun indicated to him that he'd been out of it for a while. "Hello..." Ryan said as he walked into the orphanage, it seemed as though everyone was asleep. He made his way upstairs and threw himself over the bed, with a sigh of relief and comfort. He turned his head, and there it was; the bar. He could see it from outside of his window, that is why he went in the first place... just because it was outside of his window. He stared and stared, and noticed something, but it was something that hadn't been there before. There was something flailing outside of his window, it seemed to had been some sort of litter or paper stuck in the seal of his window. He wasted no time going to retrieve it; he reached outside of his window, and snatched into the safety of his room; shutting the window.
It was a letter; a tightly sealed one at that. "It's addressed to me?" Ryan said aloud, as though someone was listening. He turned the letter around, flipping it over, putting it to light, searching, observing. "There seems to be no return address." Ryan said, continuing his weird conversation. The sound of the envelope opening was refreshing; he didn't get much mail, not since the incident with his parents. Yes. Ryan had opened the letter, and then he began to read
'Hello, I am very pleased that you’ve received my letter. It is only of certain special circumstances that you have, indeed, received this letter. You receiving this letter is no coincidence or mishap, no, not at all. You receiving this letter means that you’ve been accepted into a very special school; one might say “I didn’t apply,” but let me stop you there. Acceptance into this school is not only a privilege, it is a calling, and this is how we found you. Something within you called to me; a voice, small, but prevalent spoke to me. This is when I decided that you had the gift; the talents it will take to succeed in this prestigious academy. If you do decide to attend this school, and I truly hope you do, please close your eyes, and concentrate. Hold this letter in your hands as tightly as you can, and recite: “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Sincerely,
Dr. Gabriel Arc – Founder of SA & Admissions Officer'
Shocked, Ryan threw the letter onto the floor of his room, and just sat there. He didn't say a word; it was just him and his thoughts. He knew along that he was different, secretly he thought he was insane; he heard voices, and saw things that weren't there, what else would a normal person think? But that was it, Ryan wasn't normal. 'Ryan, what are you doing punk? Go pick that letter up' a voice spoke to him, but this one was different, it was a male's voice. 'Look up, punk; yeah. Right here.' He did, he looked up and there they were, two 'things' floating in his bedroom. 'Ryan, please... pick up the letter' the other thing said to Ryan, coming from the female fairy. Ryan questioned nothing, he picked up the letter and held it tightly. 'Do it.' she said, her words piercing every doubt Ryan had; he sucked it up and recited “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Gabriel Arc
"It has begun" Gabriel said as he looked outside of the window, "the students are arriving soon; I can feel it. Prepare the teachers, and dorms quickly" he said, shouting to his most trusted assistant.
'Get up. It is time to try and get up; come on! You're stronger than this.' A small voice, one very familiar to Ryan, whispered in the darkness. That night was tough for Lionhart, he'd been through so much. Why did he go into that bar? Why exactly did he pick a fight with that bar tender? Why is he now lying on the cold ground next to a dumpster in a dark alley? These questions could not easily be answered sensibly, but simply put, Ryan did it for no reason. In a heat of passion, he sucker punched the bar's employee, the bar tender only retaliated; landing Ryan in a world of pain, right next to a trashcan adjacent to the bar. 'Please get up. Ryan we have to get you home.' The whisper grew stronger. Ryan then lifted his wounded arm and wiped his nose, eyes, and mouth of the dried blood that rested there; he observed himself, searching for anything that could indicate a broken bone or a need for stitches. 'That's it Ryan! Get up!'
"Shut up!" Ryan shouted as he crunched his body, putting both of his hands on the ground; he used the wall to support his back, straining the muscles in his legs to prop himself up. Putting himself in a standing position. "I'm up now...I'm up." 'Good. that's goo-' the voice faded and disappeared. It honestly agitated him, why did the voice only appear when he was in need? It seemed to always say something to encourage him, but what good did that do for him? It didn't help him the night before; It didn't help him when his mother and father was taken away! What was the point of it anyway? Though these were only questions. Ones he asked himself all the time. He'd even seen a glimpse of it in the mirror once, but that only brought more questions. "Why won't you show yourself to me?" Ryan whisper into the air... but there was no reply.
Ryan had begun walking now; his journey home would be a short one. Living across the street from a bar in an orphanage is not the highlight of his life, but it was a life none-the-less. Crossing the street now, Ryan could see the door. All of the lights were off, and the sun was peeking through; now eating away at the darkness in the sky. It'd been about 6:00AM when Ryan woke up at the bar, so seeing the sun indicated to him that he'd been out of it for a while. "Hello..." Ryan said as he walked into the orphanage, it seemed as though everyone was asleep. He made his way upstairs and threw himself over the bed, with a sigh of relief and comfort. He turned his head, and there it was; the bar. He could see it from outside of his window, that is why he went in the first place... just because it was outside of his window. He stared and stared, and noticed something, but it was something that hadn't been there before. There was something flailing outside of his window, it seemed to had been some sort of litter or paper stuck in the seal of his window. He wasted no time going to retrieve it; he reached outside of his window, and snatched into the safety of his room; shutting the window.
It was a letter; a tightly sealed one at that. "It's addressed to me?" Ryan said aloud, as though someone was listening. He turned the letter around, flipping it over, putting it to light, searching, observing. "There seems to be no return address." Ryan said, continuing his weird conversation. The sound of the envelope opening was refreshing; he didn't get much mail, not since the incident with his parents. Yes. Ryan had opened the letter, and then he began to read
'Hello, I am very pleased that you’ve received my letter. It is only of certain special circumstances that you have, indeed, received this letter. You receiving this letter is no coincidence or mishap, no, not at all. You receiving this letter means that you’ve been accepted into a very special school; one might say “I didn’t apply,” but let me stop you there. Acceptance into this school is not only a privilege, it is a calling, and this is how we found you. Something within you called to me; a voice, small, but prevalent spoke to me. This is when I decided that you had the gift; the talents it will take to succeed in this prestigious academy. If you do decide to attend this school, and I truly hope you do, please close your eyes, and concentrate. Hold this letter in your hands as tightly as you can, and recite: “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Sincerely,
Dr. Gabriel Arc – Founder of SA & Admissions Officer'
Shocked, Ryan threw the letter onto the floor of his room, and just sat there. He didn't say a word; it was just him and his thoughts. He knew along that he was different, secretly he thought he was insane; he heard voices, and saw things that weren't there, what else would a normal person think? But that was it, Ryan wasn't normal. 'Ryan, what are you doing punk? Go pick that letter up' a voice spoke to him, but this one was different, it was a male's voice. 'Look up, punk; yeah. Right here.' He did, he looked up and there they were, two 'things' floating in his bedroom. 'Ryan, please... pick up the letter' the other thing said to Ryan, coming from the female fairy. Ryan questioned nothing, he picked up the letter and held it tightly. 'Do it.' she said, her words piercing every doubt Ryan had; he sucked it up and recited “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Gabriel Arc
"It has begun" Gabriel said as he looked outside of the window, "the students are arriving soon; I can feel it. Prepare the teachers, and dorms quickly" he said, shouting to his most trusted assistant.
OOC Notes
A feint crash, originating from one of the bed rooms on the second floor. Two figures ran up to see what had happened, as they opened the door all there was was a darkened room, a soft sound of liquid dripping into a small pool and a deep sigh from the person staring into a broken mirror. "Everything al right son? We hear-", "It is of no concern to you mother, everything is perfectly fine. Now just go back to whatever you were doing and stop pretending you care about what happens to me." The boy walked over to the two figures, eyeing them as they didn't seem to be walking away. "My god, you are bleeding!" The female pointed at her son's left hand that was covered in blood, and with true concern she grabbed her son's hand, examining the wound closely. "I said go, everything is perfectly fine..." The boy grunted in anger, slamming the door right in front of his parents, leaving them in confusion.
"Tsch, and now they care about me. Too little, too late I would say." The boy reached for a drawer, picking a roll of bandages to cover his wounded hand. As he dropped himself on his bed, a deep demonic voice called out. "Why... master... hurt...?" the voice paused, only leaving a soft echoing grunt as it continued speaking. "Why... Vergil... hurt...?" The boy turned his gaze to where the voice originated from, grunting as he wasn't amused with the voice disapproving of his action. "Because I was angry, and breaking that mirror helped lower my rage significantly." He paused, checking his hand for any mirror pieces that might've been stupid enough to stay in the wound. After that he wrapped the bandage tightly around his hand, knotting both ends together as his entire hand was wrapped up. "I am just sick of staying in this prison. Ever since my parents decided to dub me mentally ill, I have been stuck here, questioned by many psychiatrists and examined by many doctors." Vergil stood up from his bed, walking towards his window that was locked, and even if he could open it the bars in front of the window would prevent him from escaping anyway.
"Little do they know that I am talking to something that does exist, but I suppose I am the only one who can hear you." Vergil remained silence, staring outside his window as the sun was setting and made way for the moon, the one and only thing he could look forward to. Once more the voice spoke. "Vergil... can... escape..." Vergil frowned at the voice's words, "And how would I be able to do that? If I use your powers, that won't work. Not to mention the lack of control is still there as well. So, tell me, how will I be able to leave?!" The voice grunted, materializing its hand to point towards the locked door. Underneath it lay a letter, but how did it-Vergil's parents never gave letters that were addressed to him. "Way... out... Vergil... escape..." The boy just sighed, reaching for the letter before his parents would notice it was there. "Odd, I guess I could read what it says..." There was a long moment of silence in the darkened room, but Vergil never had any trouble reading, walking or anything that normal people were having trouble with at night.
He just assumed it was one of the things he was just able to do. But lately he thought that it might have something to do with his companion, and perhaps this letter would give him the answers he need... I will attend, I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend? Yeah, what a bull... Vergil dropped himself on his bed, staring at the ever so boring ceiling. The voice once more materialized his hand, picking up the letter Vergil threw on the ground. "Way... out... Master... recite... words." Vergil raised his eyebrow, not knowing why his companion was insisting on him to read the letter. "Vergil... free... recite... words.", "Fine, fine. I can't believe I am going to say those words out loud, but... Whatever you say I suppose." He cleared his throat as the hand gave the letter to Vergil. "I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
"Tsch, and now they care about me. Too little, too late I would say." The boy reached for a drawer, picking a roll of bandages to cover his wounded hand. As he dropped himself on his bed, a deep demonic voice called out. "Why... master... hurt...?" the voice paused, only leaving a soft echoing grunt as it continued speaking. "Why... Vergil... hurt...?" The boy turned his gaze to where the voice originated from, grunting as he wasn't amused with the voice disapproving of his action. "Because I was angry, and breaking that mirror helped lower my rage significantly." He paused, checking his hand for any mirror pieces that might've been stupid enough to stay in the wound. After that he wrapped the bandage tightly around his hand, knotting both ends together as his entire hand was wrapped up. "I am just sick of staying in this prison. Ever since my parents decided to dub me mentally ill, I have been stuck here, questioned by many psychiatrists and examined by many doctors." Vergil stood up from his bed, walking towards his window that was locked, and even if he could open it the bars in front of the window would prevent him from escaping anyway.
"Little do they know that I am talking to something that does exist, but I suppose I am the only one who can hear you." Vergil remained silence, staring outside his window as the sun was setting and made way for the moon, the one and only thing he could look forward to. Once more the voice spoke. "Vergil... can... escape..." Vergil frowned at the voice's words, "And how would I be able to do that? If I use your powers, that won't work. Not to mention the lack of control is still there as well. So, tell me, how will I be able to leave?!" The voice grunted, materializing its hand to point towards the locked door. Underneath it lay a letter, but how did it-Vergil's parents never gave letters that were addressed to him. "Way... out... Vergil... escape..." The boy just sighed, reaching for the letter before his parents would notice it was there. "Odd, I guess I could read what it says..." There was a long moment of silence in the darkened room, but Vergil never had any trouble reading, walking or anything that normal people were having trouble with at night.
He just assumed it was one of the things he was just able to do. But lately he thought that it might have something to do with his companion, and perhaps this letter would give him the answers he need... I will attend, I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend? Yeah, what a bull... Vergil dropped himself on his bed, staring at the ever so boring ceiling. The voice once more materialized his hand, picking up the letter Vergil threw on the ground. "Way... out... Master... recite... words." Vergil raised his eyebrow, not knowing why his companion was insisting on him to read the letter. "Vergil... free... recite... words.", "Fine, fine. I can't believe I am going to say those words out loud, but... Whatever you say I suppose." He cleared his throat as the hand gave the letter to Vergil. "I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
OOC Notes
Kouros Rint was tired. The twins had not wanted to take their bath and as soon as he had caught one, the other had escaped. Then they would run around the small apartment, giggling and dripping wet. It took the threat of taking away their favorite stuffed animals to get them to behave. By the time he had gotten them dried off and put towels over the puddles on the floor, his younger brother needed help with science homework. Kouros had tried to teach him the idea behind balancing chemical equations until their mother called them for dinner.
As he sat, Kouros looked over his mother worriedly. Her skin was gaunt and pale, her graying brown hair wispy and trying to escape its bun. “Mom, you okay?”
“Fine, darling, just tired.” It was her usual response. Kouros let it drop, just as he did every night. After the birth of the twins, Kouros’s mother had never fully recovered and her age started to show. Lines crinkled at the corners of her eyes and mouth, making her seem even more tired. Dinner itself was a happy affair – one of the few times of the day when the entire family was together and even the twins normally behaved. After a surprise dessert of ice cream, the family said goodbye to their father. He worked night shifts so he could watch the twins while their mother worked at the hospital during the day. It was less expensive than day care.
After clearing away and washing the dishes, Kouros sat at the dining room table, doing his own homework while his mom put the twins to bed. His younger sister and brother joined him. It was quite, the group of kids just enjoying each others company. At nine, his brother bid farewell and good night and made his way to the room he and Kouros shared. It wasn’t long until his sister decided to go to sleep as well – with after school activities like soccer and cheerleading, she needed all the sleep she could get. Especially since the twins woke so early.
Kouros himself retired to his room, though he didn’t sleep. His brother lay snoring lightly on the top bunk. Instead he sat in the chair in front of his desk, tipped back to balance on two feet, and reread the letter he had received this morning.
He had found it laying on top of his school books – where his parents normally put any mail addressed to him, and had ignored it until he had gotten home. When he had first read it, he had thought it a hoax, but something told him not to throw it away. Angered that he was even considering taking the offer, he tossed it back on his desk and went to the bathroom. He turned on the water and splashed his face with the cold liquid. Eyes closed, he reached for the towel to pat his face dry. This was ridiculous. How could he even consider leaving his family?
When he looked into the mirror, she stared back. The bear. It had scared him at first, seeing the creature. But then he realized that only he could see her. How he knew it was a her was beyond him. She had never spoken, but the emotions that he felt just told him that she was female. Their eyes locked, her dark amber to his blue.
She needed this. He did too, though he didn’t know why yet. She didn’t want to leave her cubs – as she had come to think of his siblings – but this was something they had to do. He nodded. She was right, though he still didn’t understand everything. He put the towel back on its rack and went back to his room. There, a pen and paper waited. He didn’t question how they got there – odd things tended to happen after he saw the bear. Instead he sat down and began to write.
Dear Family,
I love you all so much and I don’t want any of you to think you’ve done something wrong. I have to do this, I can’t explain why. I’m safe, I think. I don’t know if or when I’ll return, but I promise you I’ll try.
Be Safe,
Kouros
There. Short and sweet. His family would be hurt, he knew. He would be hurt too. As a side note he pulled open one of the drawers to his desk and retrieved a photobook. He flipped through it, glancing at the pictures of his family and friends. With a deep breath he tucked it under his arm. Was he supposed to bring things? Clothes? Books? The letter didn’t say, so he assumed the answer was no. He picked up the letter and tried to steady his voice. “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I defend.”
As he sat, Kouros looked over his mother worriedly. Her skin was gaunt and pale, her graying brown hair wispy and trying to escape its bun. “Mom, you okay?”
“Fine, darling, just tired.” It was her usual response. Kouros let it drop, just as he did every night. After the birth of the twins, Kouros’s mother had never fully recovered and her age started to show. Lines crinkled at the corners of her eyes and mouth, making her seem even more tired. Dinner itself was a happy affair – one of the few times of the day when the entire family was together and even the twins normally behaved. After a surprise dessert of ice cream, the family said goodbye to their father. He worked night shifts so he could watch the twins while their mother worked at the hospital during the day. It was less expensive than day care.
After clearing away and washing the dishes, Kouros sat at the dining room table, doing his own homework while his mom put the twins to bed. His younger sister and brother joined him. It was quite, the group of kids just enjoying each others company. At nine, his brother bid farewell and good night and made his way to the room he and Kouros shared. It wasn’t long until his sister decided to go to sleep as well – with after school activities like soccer and cheerleading, she needed all the sleep she could get. Especially since the twins woke so early.
Kouros himself retired to his room, though he didn’t sleep. His brother lay snoring lightly on the top bunk. Instead he sat in the chair in front of his desk, tipped back to balance on two feet, and reread the letter he had received this morning.
He had found it laying on top of his school books – where his parents normally put any mail addressed to him, and had ignored it until he had gotten home. When he had first read it, he had thought it a hoax, but something told him not to throw it away. Angered that he was even considering taking the offer, he tossed it back on his desk and went to the bathroom. He turned on the water and splashed his face with the cold liquid. Eyes closed, he reached for the towel to pat his face dry. This was ridiculous. How could he even consider leaving his family?
When he looked into the mirror, she stared back. The bear. It had scared him at first, seeing the creature. But then he realized that only he could see her. How he knew it was a her was beyond him. She had never spoken, but the emotions that he felt just told him that she was female. Their eyes locked, her dark amber to his blue.
She needed this. He did too, though he didn’t know why yet. She didn’t want to leave her cubs – as she had come to think of his siblings – but this was something they had to do. He nodded. She was right, though he still didn’t understand everything. He put the towel back on its rack and went back to his room. There, a pen and paper waited. He didn’t question how they got there – odd things tended to happen after he saw the bear. Instead he sat down and began to write.
Dear Family,
I love you all so much and I don’t want any of you to think you’ve done something wrong. I have to do this, I can’t explain why. I’m safe, I think. I don’t know if or when I’ll return, but I promise you I’ll try.
Be Safe,
Kouros
There. Short and sweet. His family would be hurt, he knew. He would be hurt too. As a side note he pulled open one of the drawers to his desk and retrieved a photobook. He flipped through it, glancing at the pictures of his family and friends. With a deep breath he tucked it under his arm. Was he supposed to bring things? Clothes? Books? The letter didn’t say, so he assumed the answer was no. He picked up the letter and tried to steady his voice. “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I defend.”
OOC Notes
Matt! Get up! Get up already, Matt!
Matt Hargreaves would've continued sleeping indefinitely were it not for that disembodied voice. He was having this wonderful dream that, like just about any other dream he had, involved some sort of majestic dragon thing. He longed to draw that creature one day, but every time he put pencil to paper, the image just blanked itself from his mind entirely as if it was never meant to be drawn. What a pity.
"Fine, I'm awake. What was it you wanted?" "Read the letter again." Matt just smiled. Even though people thought he was a little bit on the deranged side, talking with this voice seemed to keep him sane enough. Not to mention that he just loved the way this unseen person tried arguing with him, only to be met with a few well-placed words to end their discussions. "You're pretty persistent, I'll give you that. What's so special about the letter, anyway? Did you send it yourself?" N-No! I didn't! Somebody else sent it, but I'm not saying who. Just read the bloody letter already!
The voice was getting rather tiresome. "Manners?" The voice just growled at Matt. "If you don't say please, I won't read the letter," he said teasingly. The growling was replaced by a long, awkward silence. Matt took the opportunity to get to his feet and off the couch he'd been asleep on for the past two hours. He was even about to give up on waiting and pick up the letter from the floor when the voice returned again, in an unusually shy tone. "I... well... Okay, you win. PLEASE can you read the letter again?" "Much better. See? Manners cost nothing!" Matt chuckled gleefully as he picked up the odd letter and reread it. "Well, aren't you going to say the words yet?" asked the voice. The strange thing was that it sounded almost like it was pleading desperately, as if it was a matter of life and death. "Hang on a sec. I'll just leave a note for my parents." After saying that, he grabbed a piece of paper in one hand and his best pencil in the other and started to write up a quick note.
Dear parents,
Managed to find a school that'll accept me. It's most likely a fancy boarding school, so don't expect me to return. Cheers for looking after me and all that jazz.
With love from your supposedly mental son,
Matt
Evidently the voice could see what he had written, mainly because of the instantaneous criticism. "That's your farewell letter? That's it?! Never mind, I'm just glad you're going through with this..." "Heh. You, glad? That's a first." Matt quickly checked his pockets; he had his pencil and his drawing pad. That was all he felt he would be needing as far as he was concerned. "You only live once, right? Okay, here goes... I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Matt Hargreaves would've continued sleeping indefinitely were it not for that disembodied voice. He was having this wonderful dream that, like just about any other dream he had, involved some sort of majestic dragon thing. He longed to draw that creature one day, but every time he put pencil to paper, the image just blanked itself from his mind entirely as if it was never meant to be drawn. What a pity.
"Fine, I'm awake. What was it you wanted?" "Read the letter again." Matt just smiled. Even though people thought he was a little bit on the deranged side, talking with this voice seemed to keep him sane enough. Not to mention that he just loved the way this unseen person tried arguing with him, only to be met with a few well-placed words to end their discussions. "You're pretty persistent, I'll give you that. What's so special about the letter, anyway? Did you send it yourself?" N-No! I didn't! Somebody else sent it, but I'm not saying who. Just read the bloody letter already!
The voice was getting rather tiresome. "Manners?" The voice just growled at Matt. "If you don't say please, I won't read the letter," he said teasingly. The growling was replaced by a long, awkward silence. Matt took the opportunity to get to his feet and off the couch he'd been asleep on for the past two hours. He was even about to give up on waiting and pick up the letter from the floor when the voice returned again, in an unusually shy tone. "I... well... Okay, you win. PLEASE can you read the letter again?" "Much better. See? Manners cost nothing!" Matt chuckled gleefully as he picked up the odd letter and reread it. "Well, aren't you going to say the words yet?" asked the voice. The strange thing was that it sounded almost like it was pleading desperately, as if it was a matter of life and death. "Hang on a sec. I'll just leave a note for my parents." After saying that, he grabbed a piece of paper in one hand and his best pencil in the other and started to write up a quick note.
Dear parents,
Managed to find a school that'll accept me. It's most likely a fancy boarding school, so don't expect me to return. Cheers for looking after me and all that jazz.
With love from your supposedly mental son,
Matt
Evidently the voice could see what he had written, mainly because of the instantaneous criticism. "That's your farewell letter? That's it?! Never mind, I'm just glad you're going through with this..." "Heh. You, glad? That's a first." Matt quickly checked his pockets; he had his pencil and his drawing pad. That was all he felt he would be needing as far as he was concerned. "You only live once, right? Okay, here goes... I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
OOC Notes
Oliver observed the nurse with a dreamy, dosed up stare and the nurse knew well to avoid eye contact as she made her way into the secure room, wheeling a plastic trolley with various objects made 'safe' for the tenants here. She knew how vigilant Oliver was. She sat herself down beside Oliver's black, cushioned chair and gave a professionally false smile of assurance. Turning towards the trolley without a word the nurse began picking up little glass bottles and reading the fine print on the labels before chosing one. Oliver felt her heart ignite as a syringe was lifted into sight and used to pierce the rubber lid of the bottle the nurse had selected.
Oliver's eyes slid discretly over to shiny black pane opposite her knowing there were doctors on the other side, knowing that she knew they were there but still they stood behind the screen arrogantly priding over their heart readings and scrawled notes. Her eyes turned back to the nurse and the dreamy facade began to fade as her heart beat hastened.
She could hear the define pop of the needle sliding through the rubber lid, the bubble of the translucent liquid being sucked up into the syringe. 3ml, 6ml, 8ml's...8ml. Whatever it was in that bottle- they planned on giving her a healthy dose of it. The nurse turned her attention towards her and her expression reminded her that of a primary school photographer who encouraged the infants with a term such as 'Big smiles for the camera'- Oliver couldn't find herself encouraged by 'Big smiles for the syringe.'
At first Oliver gently jerked her arm away from the needle her eyes still vaguely dreamy, her posture loose but the more the nurse persisted, the more violently she jerked- on a call for assistance Oliver's eyes darted to the door. The security clamp released, four doctors filed in and she was off. Like a whiplash Oliver threw her arms up violently clipping the side of the tolley to send it sprawling sideways- a diversion- the nurse armed with a syringe screamed out of habit and waited for the back up of the doctors to reach her. Oliver's jaw set in stone at their head long approach and she scambled up the black chair beginning to hit and slap at the male hands trying to feed their way around her waist.
She rifled and twisted like a wild animal, snarling and hissing as if she really were one managing to land the ball of her foot solidly in a nurses face before a male doctor had a reasonable hold on her body. She screamed at the contact, hot and flushed in the face as she failed to hold the same professional view as he did when his hands accidentally brushed tender area's of her person.
The nurse with the syringe was back in the picture poising to prod the nasty thing into Oliver's arm without fail. "No!" she hollered butting her limbs "I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy-"
Like an animal in captivity who'd under gone a health check she was placed back into her room left concious...but paralyzed for an hour. When her arms and leg regained feeling she stood from the bed and moved over to the sink to splash water onto her face. She had to cup the water straight from under the tap- they didn't have plugs here- incase someone got ideas. She stared down into the sink watching the water whirl its way down the drain.
She'd been here for 3 months now. Counting the days though she'd forgotten the date. This wasn't a prison- she had her own belongings, a selected amount of home comforts save for a few 'potentially dangerous' items having been removed. This wasn't exactly what she'd call a psycho ward but that's how the staff round here treated it, this was supposedly a facility for the mentally confused and disturbed. Personally Oliver thought this was something short of a horror film being put in here when she was perfectly sane.
Glancing up she started for a moment at the large feline eyes blazing over her shoulder in the mirror reflection. She twisted round to see...nothing. Pressing her back up against the sink she gripped the cool stone. At first she thought she was sane...but after being told for 3 months straight there was something wrong she was beginning to believe it. Her parents believed it- her talking to herself- seeing...things. What she saw was consistant. It was the voice of reason, of strength, of a predatory viewpoint. It was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen...
Turning back towards the mirror to turn off the running tap a flapping piece of paper caught her eye in the high window. Moving over she noticed how it was caught in the ledge and with a couple of leaps she tugged it down wondering how the hell it got up there in the first place. The envelope was already torn from the ledge but on jerking out the letter her eyes widened as she scanned through. Was this some seedy exam from the staff...
'Do as you're told'
Oliver's muscles froze at the voice. That voice. Such a wise and motherly accent. It thrilled her to hear it again in this solitary room. Sending a wary eye over her shoulder she saw her- seated on her hinde legs- that snowy white fur glowing with godliness. 'Voice it' came a softer, less abrupt command. Oliver didn't need much more swaying- she usually did what the feline said as she was certain the voice belonged to her...and that she knew best.
Scrambling for a jumper as she caught the chill and wind outside Oliver tugged it over her head before holding the letter at arms length catching the feline smile in the corner.
Oliver's eyes slid discretly over to shiny black pane opposite her knowing there were doctors on the other side, knowing that she knew they were there but still they stood behind the screen arrogantly priding over their heart readings and scrawled notes. Her eyes turned back to the nurse and the dreamy facade began to fade as her heart beat hastened.
She could hear the define pop of the needle sliding through the rubber lid, the bubble of the translucent liquid being sucked up into the syringe. 3ml, 6ml, 8ml's...8ml. Whatever it was in that bottle- they planned on giving her a healthy dose of it. The nurse turned her attention towards her and her expression reminded her that of a primary school photographer who encouraged the infants with a term such as 'Big smiles for the camera'- Oliver couldn't find herself encouraged by 'Big smiles for the syringe.'
"Now if you just h-hold still. No. No Oliver- hold still h-hold- DOCTOR!"
At first Oliver gently jerked her arm away from the needle her eyes still vaguely dreamy, her posture loose but the more the nurse persisted, the more violently she jerked- on a call for assistance Oliver's eyes darted to the door. The security clamp released, four doctors filed in and she was off. Like a whiplash Oliver threw her arms up violently clipping the side of the tolley to send it sprawling sideways- a diversion- the nurse armed with a syringe screamed out of habit and waited for the back up of the doctors to reach her. Oliver's jaw set in stone at their head long approach and she scambled up the black chair beginning to hit and slap at the male hands trying to feed their way around her waist.
She rifled and twisted like a wild animal, snarling and hissing as if she really were one managing to land the ball of her foot solidly in a nurses face before a male doctor had a reasonable hold on her body. She screamed at the contact, hot and flushed in the face as she failed to hold the same professional view as he did when his hands accidentally brushed tender area's of her person.
The nurse with the syringe was back in the picture poising to prod the nasty thing into Oliver's arm without fail. "No!" she hollered butting her limbs "I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy-"
Oliver wasn't crazy. She wasn't.
Like an animal in captivity who'd under gone a health check she was placed back into her room left concious...but paralyzed for an hour. When her arms and leg regained feeling she stood from the bed and moved over to the sink to splash water onto her face. She had to cup the water straight from under the tap- they didn't have plugs here- incase someone got ideas. She stared down into the sink watching the water whirl its way down the drain.
She'd been here for 3 months now. Counting the days though she'd forgotten the date. This wasn't a prison- she had her own belongings, a selected amount of home comforts save for a few 'potentially dangerous' items having been removed. This wasn't exactly what she'd call a psycho ward but that's how the staff round here treated it, this was supposedly a facility for the mentally confused and disturbed. Personally Oliver thought this was something short of a horror film being put in here when she was perfectly sane.
Glancing up she started for a moment at the large feline eyes blazing over her shoulder in the mirror reflection. She twisted round to see...nothing. Pressing her back up against the sink she gripped the cool stone. At first she thought she was sane...but after being told for 3 months straight there was something wrong she was beginning to believe it. Her parents believed it- her talking to herself- seeing...things. What she saw was consistant. It was the voice of reason, of strength, of a predatory viewpoint. It was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen...
Turning back towards the mirror to turn off the running tap a flapping piece of paper caught her eye in the high window. Moving over she noticed how it was caught in the ledge and with a couple of leaps she tugged it down wondering how the hell it got up there in the first place. The envelope was already torn from the ledge but on jerking out the letter her eyes widened as she scanned through. Was this some seedy exam from the staff...
'Do as you're told'
Oliver's muscles froze at the voice. That voice. Such a wise and motherly accent. It thrilled her to hear it again in this solitary room. Sending a wary eye over her shoulder she saw her- seated on her hinde legs- that snowy white fur glowing with godliness. 'Voice it' came a softer, less abrupt command. Oliver didn't need much more swaying- she usually did what the feline said as she was certain the voice belonged to her...and that she knew best.
Scrambling for a jumper as she caught the chill and wind outside Oliver tugged it over her head before holding the letter at arms length catching the feline smile in the corner.
I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I defend.”
OOC Notes
Lilith kicked over a beaten garbage can. It flew up hitting the wooden fence in front of her with a loud crash frightening a few stray cats from their hiding spots. She fingered her black hair tie around and around her wrist, after finally calming down she gathered her silky black hair and tied it up in a bun. She leaned against the poorly painted fence flinching as she felt her skin get pricked by strands of wood. That woman promised large acres of grass to play on, a lake to swim in, and even a few pets to keep them company.' Instead Lilith has the noise of the busy morning traffic, the smell of smoke and constant screams from hopeful hagglers reminded her nothing of what was promised. That woman was her mother, Marianne Amaretsu. Marianne thought the best of Lilith, education, clothes, food but soon after her 3rd divorce things got out of hand.
Lilith walked over to the overturned trash can and picked it up, she dropped her head, green eyes trailed over each dent and bump that was never there before. "It took a lot of meds and money to get her sane, but then she goes crazy just to get locked up again." She walked over to a pile of black garbage cans so overstuffed things were pouring out from a rip in one of them. The stench was overwhelming forcing her to take a few steps behind, she recognized a few smells like spoiled milk and rotten eggs. Lilith covered her nose and dug through the trash hoping the sun's intense rays could brighten up the chunk of silver she was looking for. At least 10 minutes have gone by and she came up with nothing, getting desperate and agitated she lifted the bag from the bottom and dumped everything out. Banana peels, torn socks, soggy cardboard, empty conditioner bottles, broken dishes and molded food dropped inches from her feet. Lilith hovered over the pile of junk giving it a thorough scan for her necklace. Nothing.
Feeling defeated she looked up to watch the clouds roll away. A million different scenes rolled through her head, from the time she was 3 years old playing ball to when she was 13 stumbling over her ballet shoes she always kept that necklace on. A gust of wind rustled the trees around her, in the distance she could make out a white figure. It was moved so fast it was just a blur, like a part of the clouds was coming down straight at her. Lilith was too frozen to move not from shock but from curiosity, from the speed it was falling if it collided with her she would survive with a few limbs broken. As it got closer she could make out eyes, a mouth, wings, and a tail. Its wings opened and gently lowered itself right in front of Lilith, 'Are you looking for this?' In its mouth was an envelope and her necklace, she recognized its distinct color and the chipped hot-air balloon with a blue bead.
Lilith extended her arm and it dropped the envelope and necklace in her palm. She hooked the necklace around her neck and ripped open the letter. "They send a mechanical dragon just to deliver this school acceptance letter?" She was skeptical about the letter, how could they say she was special when she didn't know it herself. There would be a few days where she felt superior to others but that was as far as it went, no special talents or education. 'Then explain me.' She looked up forgetting it was there and held eye contact. It challenged her belief in what was real in the world, lost in a trance they could have stood there like that for days and it would feel like a minute. Lilith chuckled and scanned through the letter once more, "What a dream." The dragon flapped its wings in response and flew around so they were side by side. "I will; I will attend and my right to happiness I will defend."
Lilith walked over to the overturned trash can and picked it up, she dropped her head, green eyes trailed over each dent and bump that was never there before. "It took a lot of meds and money to get her sane, but then she goes crazy just to get locked up again." She walked over to a pile of black garbage cans so overstuffed things were pouring out from a rip in one of them. The stench was overwhelming forcing her to take a few steps behind, she recognized a few smells like spoiled milk and rotten eggs. Lilith covered her nose and dug through the trash hoping the sun's intense rays could brighten up the chunk of silver she was looking for. At least 10 minutes have gone by and she came up with nothing, getting desperate and agitated she lifted the bag from the bottom and dumped everything out. Banana peels, torn socks, soggy cardboard, empty conditioner bottles, broken dishes and molded food dropped inches from her feet. Lilith hovered over the pile of junk giving it a thorough scan for her necklace. Nothing.
Feeling defeated she looked up to watch the clouds roll away. A million different scenes rolled through her head, from the time she was 3 years old playing ball to when she was 13 stumbling over her ballet shoes she always kept that necklace on. A gust of wind rustled the trees around her, in the distance she could make out a white figure. It was moved so fast it was just a blur, like a part of the clouds was coming down straight at her. Lilith was too frozen to move not from shock but from curiosity, from the speed it was falling if it collided with her she would survive with a few limbs broken. As it got closer she could make out eyes, a mouth, wings, and a tail. Its wings opened and gently lowered itself right in front of Lilith, 'Are you looking for this?' In its mouth was an envelope and her necklace, she recognized its distinct color and the chipped hot-air balloon with a blue bead.
Lilith extended her arm and it dropped the envelope and necklace in her palm. She hooked the necklace around her neck and ripped open the letter. "They send a mechanical dragon just to deliver this school acceptance letter?" She was skeptical about the letter, how could they say she was special when she didn't know it herself. There would be a few days where she felt superior to others but that was as far as it went, no special talents or education. 'Then explain me.' She looked up forgetting it was there and held eye contact. It challenged her belief in what was real in the world, lost in a trance they could have stood there like that for days and it would feel like a minute. Lilith chuckled and scanned through the letter once more, "What a dream." The dragon flapped its wings in response and flew around so they were side by side. "I will; I will attend and my right to happiness I will defend."
OOC Notes
Ryuzaki was happy with his family. But his life was so monotonous.
"Get to sleep Zak. I don't want to see your light on again." Mother was very persistent like that but he just never could sleep that well. He had insomnia. Turning out his light, Ryuzaki took out his letter and lay down before reading it again in the lamplight.
'Hello, I am very pleased that you’ve received my letter. It is only of certain special circumstances that you have, indeed, received this letter. You receiving this letter is no coincidence or mishap, no, not at all. You receiving this letter means that you’ve been accepted into a very special school; one might say “I didn’t apply,” but let me stop you there. Acceptance into this school is not only a privilege, it is a calling, and this is how we found you. Something within you called to me; a voice, small, but prevalent spoke to me. This is when I decided that you had the gift; the talents it will take to succeed in this prestigious academy. If you do decide to attend this school, and I truly hope you do, please close your eyes, and concentrate. Hold this letter in your hands as tightly as you can, and recite: “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Sincerely, '
Dr. Gabriel Arc – Founder of SA & Admissions Officer
Zak had already packed his stuff just in case. His letter to his mother was already written out and he was going to read out the lines in a second.
"Are you going now?" The voice in his head asked.
"Yes. I need to. Mother and Father can't handle having me in the household as well. It's just too many. I'll talk to them eventually. I know I will."
"I still wish you would think it through..." The second voice said. The third didn't really talk much. Zak had heard three words out of her in all the time that he had heard the voices. Those words were: 'you must leave'.
"Well, here goes nothing.." He put down his note on the bed and gripped onto the handle of his suitcase. He then recited the words.
"I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
"Get to sleep Zak. I don't want to see your light on again." Mother was very persistent like that but he just never could sleep that well. He had insomnia. Turning out his light, Ryuzaki took out his letter and lay down before reading it again in the lamplight.
'Hello, I am very pleased that you’ve received my letter. It is only of certain special circumstances that you have, indeed, received this letter. You receiving this letter is no coincidence or mishap, no, not at all. You receiving this letter means that you’ve been accepted into a very special school; one might say “I didn’t apply,” but let me stop you there. Acceptance into this school is not only a privilege, it is a calling, and this is how we found you. Something within you called to me; a voice, small, but prevalent spoke to me. This is when I decided that you had the gift; the talents it will take to succeed in this prestigious academy. If you do decide to attend this school, and I truly hope you do, please close your eyes, and concentrate. Hold this letter in your hands as tightly as you can, and recite: “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Sincerely, '
Dr. Gabriel Arc – Founder of SA & Admissions Officer
Zak had already packed his stuff just in case. His letter to his mother was already written out and he was going to read out the lines in a second.
"Are you going now?" The voice in his head asked.
"Yes. I need to. Mother and Father can't handle having me in the household as well. It's just too many. I'll talk to them eventually. I know I will."
"I still wish you would think it through..." The second voice said. The third didn't really talk much. Zak had heard three words out of her in all the time that he had heard the voices. Those words were: 'you must leave'.
"Well, here goes nothing.." He put down his note on the bed and gripped onto the handle of his suitcase. He then recited the words.
"I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
OOC Notes
Ada stared at the mirror, as she often did during the day. there was no life in her room, there never had been. for all she knew her heart had stopped years ago, and her parents, to afraid to move her body had left her there, somehow keeping her body preserved. because that's all her life was, a preserved version of a normal girl, trapped in a room to stare at a mirror or out the window. that's all she did, all she could do.
'you could leave' a gravely voice said in the back of her mind. she knew what it was talking about. the letter lay under her pillow hidden from her parents.
"perhaps...." Ada mused, watching her own pale eyes in the mirror. at first glance anyone who saw her would assume she was blind. just another reason for people to think she was useless. just something to look at, like a soft flower in the garden. as her thoughts went down this path the voice grew deeper, and stronger, as it usually did during these times.
'recite the words Ada, and be free from here' it repeated once again, like it had been since the letter arrived.
Ada was about to respond to the voice when her door opened. her parents, both well dressed and perfectly groomed, walked in eyeing her with a wary look, as if they thought she would die any moment.
'im already dead...' Ada thought to herself. and in this house, she practically was.
"Ada don't stare at the mirror all day. you'll lose your sight again." her father said with a firm, cold voice. "you remember what it was like. do you want that again?"
Ada hissed quietly. "i want to leave this room." she growled. the higher her anger went the more she felt something watching her, from a dark corner in her room.
Ada's mother laughed as if Ada had told a joke. "don't be silly child, you cant leave, you cant handle it."
Ada's anger sparked again. "how would you know. you've never allowed me outside these walls."
Ada's father rubbed the bridge of his nose. "you know why..." he took his wife's hand. "come dear, she clearly isn't in the mood to talk like a proper lady."
Ada watched her father lead her mother from the room, then sat patiently for the click of the lock. when she was sure they were gone she turned to the dark corner. "what are the words?" her voice was quiet, cold and determined.
something like red eyes flickered in the dark. 'I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend.' it whispered.
Ada nodded and stared into her own eyes, repeating the words quietly
'you could leave' a gravely voice said in the back of her mind. she knew what it was talking about. the letter lay under her pillow hidden from her parents.
"perhaps...." Ada mused, watching her own pale eyes in the mirror. at first glance anyone who saw her would assume she was blind. just another reason for people to think she was useless. just something to look at, like a soft flower in the garden. as her thoughts went down this path the voice grew deeper, and stronger, as it usually did during these times.
'recite the words Ada, and be free from here' it repeated once again, like it had been since the letter arrived.
Ada was about to respond to the voice when her door opened. her parents, both well dressed and perfectly groomed, walked in eyeing her with a wary look, as if they thought she would die any moment.
'im already dead...' Ada thought to herself. and in this house, she practically was.
"Ada don't stare at the mirror all day. you'll lose your sight again." her father said with a firm, cold voice. "you remember what it was like. do you want that again?"
Ada hissed quietly. "i want to leave this room." she growled. the higher her anger went the more she felt something watching her, from a dark corner in her room.
Ada's mother laughed as if Ada had told a joke. "don't be silly child, you cant leave, you cant handle it."
Ada's anger sparked again. "how would you know. you've never allowed me outside these walls."
Ada's father rubbed the bridge of his nose. "you know why..." he took his wife's hand. "come dear, she clearly isn't in the mood to talk like a proper lady."
Ada watched her father lead her mother from the room, then sat patiently for the click of the lock. when she was sure they were gone she turned to the dark corner. "what are the words?" her voice was quiet, cold and determined.
something like red eyes flickered in the dark. 'I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend.' it whispered.
Ada nodded and stared into her own eyes, repeating the words quietly
OOC Notes
"When will you stop embarrassing me, Ryder?"
The red-headed teen continued to stare out the window of the car, watching as everything moved in a blur and payed no attention on whatever the lady next to him was saying. Silence fell over them until the woman spoke again, "Ryder honey, say something. Do you know how many times your principal had to call me? Cant you deal with a problem without throwing your fist at somebody?" As usual, Ryder had gotten into a fight in school. It wasnt like he wanted this to happen though. The other guy was the one who threw a football at him on purpose. He missed, but Ryder proceeded to throw the ball back... and well, the story went from there. Now here he was, having to listen to this woman nag again. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, but continued to shut his mouth. It wasnt like she would listen to him anyways. "Ry-" she started to say again.
"You're not even my real mother, so why do you care?," Ryder interrupted. "Stop the car, I'm going to walk home... you're annoying," His attitude towards her was nothing new, and she knew better than to argue or say anything more. With a small sigh, she pulled the car over and looked at him, "Alright, but I want to hear the full story when you get home, alri--" Again, he didnt allow her to finish her sentence. Instead, he slammed the car door and walked down the street without giving her a second glance. Ryder shoved his hands in his pocket, crossing the street without looking.
'No need to be so angry with her. She's just caring about you,' a small voice said. Ryder stopped in his tracks and looked around. The last few days, he had been hearing weird little voices, which made him question his own sanity. "Dont talk to me... whoever you are. People might think I'm crazy.." he muttered, looking around to make sure nobody was around. 'Oh, but we're just trying to--' another voice peeped in. 'We're terribly sorry is we are bothering you, but there is something very important waiting for you at home. We would appreciate it if you hurried on home' this time it was a male voice.
Ryder didnt say anything. Maybe he was going crazy, but then again, he was pretty sure there was nothing wrong with him. He felt fine, he never did any drugs... and he was pretty much a healthy kid. "What is this 'important thing' you're talking about?" he asked, making his way home. 'You'll find out soon enough' a female voice giggled. Ryder had no idea why he was even listening to this weird voices, but something told him it was probably a good idea to listen. "Fine, whatever," he murmured.
A red car was parked by their house... which meant that woman was home. Ryder slipped into the house, and walked upstairs into his room. He silently closed the door behind him, letting out a small sigh of relief. "So where is it?" he asked, taking a seat on his bed. 'There, on your desk' the voice answered. Ryder got up, and saw a letter on his desk. That certianly wasnt here earlier this morning... strange. With a second of hesitation, he slowly opened the envelope and read the letter.
'Hello, I am very pleased that you’ve received my letter. It is only of certain special circumstances that you have, indeed, received this letter. You receiving this letter is no coincidence or mishap, no, not at all. You receiving this letter means that you’ve been accepted into a very special school; one might say “I didn’t apply,” but let me stop you there. Acceptance into this school is not only a privilege, it is a calling, and this is how we found you. Something within you called to me; a voice, small, but prevalent spoke to me. This is when I decided that you had the gift; the talents it will take to succeed in this prestigious academy. If you do decide to attend this school, and I truly hope you do, please close your eyes, and concentrate. Hold this letter in your hands as tightly as you can, and recite: “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Sincerely, '
Dr. Gabriel Arc – Founder of SA & Admissions Officer
The teen just stared at the piece of paper and blinked. "Um.. okay?" he finally said after a few minutes of silence. 'Say it' the three voices said in union. "Say what? ... The last line? What is that, some magic spell?" he scoffed. 'Just say it' a female voice demanded firmly. Ryder raised his eyebrows, slumping down on his chair, "Alright.... I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend," he mumbled, feeling a bit like an idiot.
The red-headed teen continued to stare out the window of the car, watching as everything moved in a blur and payed no attention on whatever the lady next to him was saying. Silence fell over them until the woman spoke again, "Ryder honey, say something. Do you know how many times your principal had to call me? Cant you deal with a problem without throwing your fist at somebody?" As usual, Ryder had gotten into a fight in school. It wasnt like he wanted this to happen though. The other guy was the one who threw a football at him on purpose. He missed, but Ryder proceeded to throw the ball back... and well, the story went from there. Now here he was, having to listen to this woman nag again. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, but continued to shut his mouth. It wasnt like she would listen to him anyways. "Ry-" she started to say again.
"You're not even my real mother, so why do you care?," Ryder interrupted. "Stop the car, I'm going to walk home... you're annoying," His attitude towards her was nothing new, and she knew better than to argue or say anything more. With a small sigh, she pulled the car over and looked at him, "Alright, but I want to hear the full story when you get home, alri--" Again, he didnt allow her to finish her sentence. Instead, he slammed the car door and walked down the street without giving her a second glance. Ryder shoved his hands in his pocket, crossing the street without looking.
'No need to be so angry with her. She's just caring about you,' a small voice said. Ryder stopped in his tracks and looked around. The last few days, he had been hearing weird little voices, which made him question his own sanity. "Dont talk to me... whoever you are. People might think I'm crazy.." he muttered, looking around to make sure nobody was around. 'Oh, but we're just trying to--' another voice peeped in. 'We're terribly sorry is we are bothering you, but there is something very important waiting for you at home. We would appreciate it if you hurried on home' this time it was a male voice.
Ryder didnt say anything. Maybe he was going crazy, but then again, he was pretty sure there was nothing wrong with him. He felt fine, he never did any drugs... and he was pretty much a healthy kid. "What is this 'important thing' you're talking about?" he asked, making his way home. 'You'll find out soon enough' a female voice giggled. Ryder had no idea why he was even listening to this weird voices, but something told him it was probably a good idea to listen. "Fine, whatever," he murmured.
A red car was parked by their house... which meant that woman was home. Ryder slipped into the house, and walked upstairs into his room. He silently closed the door behind him, letting out a small sigh of relief. "So where is it?" he asked, taking a seat on his bed. 'There, on your desk' the voice answered. Ryder got up, and saw a letter on his desk. That certianly wasnt here earlier this morning... strange. With a second of hesitation, he slowly opened the envelope and read the letter.
'Hello, I am very pleased that you’ve received my letter. It is only of certain special circumstances that you have, indeed, received this letter. You receiving this letter is no coincidence or mishap, no, not at all. You receiving this letter means that you’ve been accepted into a very special school; one might say “I didn’t apply,” but let me stop you there. Acceptance into this school is not only a privilege, it is a calling, and this is how we found you. Something within you called to me; a voice, small, but prevalent spoke to me. This is when I decided that you had the gift; the talents it will take to succeed in this prestigious academy. If you do decide to attend this school, and I truly hope you do, please close your eyes, and concentrate. Hold this letter in your hands as tightly as you can, and recite: “I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend."
Sincerely, '
Dr. Gabriel Arc – Founder of SA & Admissions Officer
The teen just stared at the piece of paper and blinked. "Um.. okay?" he finally said after a few minutes of silence. 'Say it' the three voices said in union. "Say what? ... The last line? What is that, some magic spell?" he scoffed. 'Just say it' a female voice demanded firmly. Ryder raised his eyebrows, slumping down on his chair, "Alright.... I will attend; I will attend, and my right to happiness I will defend," he mumbled, feeling a bit like an idiot.
OOC Notes
Ryan Miguel Lionhart
'You're here' at the sound of the whisper he opened his eyes and there he was; a place that he'd never seen before. The air even felt different, and though nothing was familiar to him; he felt more at home in this room then the one he had at home. It seemed as though he was in some sort of dormitory at the moment, there were ten beds aligned perfectly, and a dresser full of his own clothes. How they got there was a mystery in it's own right, and on the his bed was a card with his name on it. "Looks like I'm the first one here, guys" Ryan said turning around...finding nothing "Why do you do this to me? You're always here. I know you're watching. Please, please tell me whats happening; I just nee-" interrupting his self-conflict came the rumbling of more students. Appearing just as he did; finding their beds. "I-i-is that how it looked...?" Ryan chocked on his words, pondering the flashes of light that delivered student by student to the dorm.
Gabriel Arc
"This is ridiculous. You're telling me the students are in the dorms right now? No one is down there to greet them!" shouted Gabriel, as he continued doing his paper work.
"My greatest apologies, i'll get some one to do it right now, sir" his secretary replied; trembling, and apologetic over her very own mistake
"No, it is fine. I'll just get Michael to get them and bring them to they're advisory classes. Continue your work madam"
Gabriel was a little frustrated of course, it was the first day of school and nothing was going according to plan. If there was something that he could count on, however; it was Micheal. They'd been through a lot together, and that included founding this very academy. "You don't mind do you?" Gabriel said to his summoning, chuckling. 'No, not at all; it’s not like I had a choice in the matter anyway.' With that statement, Michael appeared. It had been a while since he'd actually got a chance to stretch his wings, being dormant does have its downside. Refreshed, Michael walked down the corridors; folding his wings in towards his back so they didn't harm anyone or anything passing by. It'd been a while since Micheal was sent to do anything, most people don't recognize he is actually a summoning; seeing how he isn't the stereotypical smash and bash type. Before he knew it he was there, standing in front of the entrance to the dorm; he stood still and he could hear the humans, stirring up a racket. Without further adieu, Michael made his entrance.
"Hello children, or should I address you as young adults? I've been dormant for a while so I'm not sure what to call you young people now-a-days." Michael said jokingly as he released the wings that he'd clinched behind his back during his journey there. "I am Michael, and I am a summoning; a manifest of Gabriel's thoughts and emotions. You're all extremely gifted, and you must be pretty good at this summoning thing if you've been asked to come here, I might add. So let’s get this show on the road shall we?" Michael said, throwing his right arm up to lead them down the halls. “Wait…” Michael stopped, himself; halting for the sake of thought. “You’re summonings are dormant just as I was. This is why you can’t really see them or control them, the next thought you should have: ‘How the hell do I activate it?’ and that question will be answered in time. I just wanted to give you a little disclaimer, because what you’re about to see is going to blow your mind.” Michael continued, just as humorous, sarcastic, and cliché as his master.
“This is a very magical school…” Michael said, as he opened the door belonging to the dorm room. “You have to understand that anything is possible in a school like this; I mean look at me!” Michael boasted, exposing his divine wings even more than before, as well as protruding his chest so that he appeared a little muscular. “Well we’re here, and I’ll let your teacher take it from here. Welcome to your first class this year.”
'You're here' at the sound of the whisper he opened his eyes and there he was; a place that he'd never seen before. The air even felt different, and though nothing was familiar to him; he felt more at home in this room then the one he had at home. It seemed as though he was in some sort of dormitory at the moment, there were ten beds aligned perfectly, and a dresser full of his own clothes. How they got there was a mystery in it's own right, and on the his bed was a card with his name on it. "Looks like I'm the first one here, guys" Ryan said turning around...finding nothing "Why do you do this to me? You're always here. I know you're watching. Please, please tell me whats happening; I just nee-" interrupting his self-conflict came the rumbling of more students. Appearing just as he did; finding their beds. "I-i-is that how it looked...?" Ryan chocked on his words, pondering the flashes of light that delivered student by student to the dorm.
Gabriel Arc
"This is ridiculous. You're telling me the students are in the dorms right now? No one is down there to greet them!" shouted Gabriel, as he continued doing his paper work.
"My greatest apologies, i'll get some one to do it right now, sir" his secretary replied; trembling, and apologetic over her very own mistake
"No, it is fine. I'll just get Michael to get them and bring them to they're advisory classes. Continue your work madam"
Gabriel was a little frustrated of course, it was the first day of school and nothing was going according to plan. If there was something that he could count on, however; it was Micheal. They'd been through a lot together, and that included founding this very academy. "You don't mind do you?" Gabriel said to his summoning, chuckling. 'No, not at all; it’s not like I had a choice in the matter anyway.' With that statement, Michael appeared. It had been a while since he'd actually got a chance to stretch his wings, being dormant does have its downside. Refreshed, Michael walked down the corridors; folding his wings in towards his back so they didn't harm anyone or anything passing by. It'd been a while since Micheal was sent to do anything, most people don't recognize he is actually a summoning; seeing how he isn't the stereotypical smash and bash type. Before he knew it he was there, standing in front of the entrance to the dorm; he stood still and he could hear the humans, stirring up a racket. Without further adieu, Michael made his entrance.
"Hello children, or should I address you as young adults? I've been dormant for a while so I'm not sure what to call you young people now-a-days." Michael said jokingly as he released the wings that he'd clinched behind his back during his journey there. "I am Michael, and I am a summoning; a manifest of Gabriel's thoughts and emotions. You're all extremely gifted, and you must be pretty good at this summoning thing if you've been asked to come here, I might add. So let’s get this show on the road shall we?" Michael said, throwing his right arm up to lead them down the halls. “Wait…” Michael stopped, himself; halting for the sake of thought. “You’re summonings are dormant just as I was. This is why you can’t really see them or control them, the next thought you should have: ‘How the hell do I activate it?’ and that question will be answered in time. I just wanted to give you a little disclaimer, because what you’re about to see is going to blow your mind.” Michael continued, just as humorous, sarcastic, and cliché as his master.
“This is a very magical school…” Michael said, as he opened the door belonging to the dorm room. “You have to understand that anything is possible in a school like this; I mean look at me!” Michael boasted, exposing his divine wings even more than before, as well as protruding his chest so that he appeared a little muscular. “Well we’re here, and I’ll let your teacher take it from here. Welcome to your first class this year.”
OOC Notes
When Ryuzaki woke up and found that his luggage didn't go with him, he started to panic. Then Michael appeared and Zak didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This is either a really sick joke, or I've finally been caught by the funny farm.
"You are fine. Follow Michael. He will lead the way to great things." Instantly he felt better as the voice that spoke to him was the most quiet voice of all. The one who had originally only said three words to him. Zak could see his bed and drawers, which he assumed held his clothes, so he felt a little reassured. Walking quite confidently, he reached Michael and then kept on walking towards 'first class'.
"You are fine. Follow Michael. He will lead the way to great things." Instantly he felt better as the voice that spoke to him was the most quiet voice of all. The one who had originally only said three words to him. Zak could see his bed and drawers, which he assumed held his clothes, so he felt a little reassured. Walking quite confidently, he reached Michael and then kept on walking towards 'first class'.
OOC Notes
Either his parents had shoved medication down his throat, or he just had one of the most awkward of dreams. All in all the surroundings sure seemed real enough to be 'not' a dream, and there was the certainty that there was no drugs involved. As if it was daily routine, Vergil stumbled towards the window, ignoring the two strangers that were having their eye popped out, probably surprised as Vergil was. Yet Vergil just rolled his eyes, giving himself the time to absorb in what kind of area he was 'transported' to. "You'd think a line that stupid would at least be kind enough to throw you outside, not inside another dusty old room." Vergil turned himself to face the room, his back leaning against the wall just beside the window.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about this place, would you?" The deep voice spoke, as if it knew his master would only talk with him. "Answer... soon..." Vergil just sighed, nodding as he did so. "Whatever, it's not like I got a choice in the matter. So I'll see what kind of 'special event' this place has in store for me." Slowly more and more people got 'teleported' into the room, ten in total, as would make sense. Ten beds, ten guests, not that it would make any difference to Vergil's thoughts about all of this. Not long after what it seemed like, everyone had been gathered. A figure entered the room, silencing all talking in its appearance. Finally... As the person spoke, it introduced itself as Micheal, a summon from what he spoke of as an important man.
Vergil waited for all the others to follow the winged man first, and he would follow last. He crossed his arms, silently following the group as he himself solved the puzzle of weirdness in his mind.
The man's ranting was sickening to say the least, dormant summon. Either it was talking about itself, or it was just some lame trick. Well, it did add on the fact that he could rarely see his summon, for all he knew all that was able to materialize was the things hand. Activate it? No, I rather have a different question in mind. Who the hell does he think he is talking as if he knows me? Tsch, can't be helped I suppose. The man continued to speak, boasting about all the possibilities this 'school' held. Well, in all his ranting and boasting. At least one thing is clear, I appear to have stumbled into a school. The dark voice spoke softly, as if it knew what his master was thinking. "Master.. learn... control..." Vergil responded with a shrug, rolling his eyes as he entered his so called 'first class'. A seat in the far back would do, that way, no one would be staring at his back or his side. And surely they would be too occupied with listening to whatever the next person had to say to turn around. Vergil shrugged, sliding his chair as far back as he could, dropping his feet on the table in front of him, waiting for whatever instructions were next.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about this place, would you?" The deep voice spoke, as if it knew his master would only talk with him. "Answer... soon..." Vergil just sighed, nodding as he did so. "Whatever, it's not like I got a choice in the matter. So I'll see what kind of 'special event' this place has in store for me." Slowly more and more people got 'teleported' into the room, ten in total, as would make sense. Ten beds, ten guests, not that it would make any difference to Vergil's thoughts about all of this. Not long after what it seemed like, everyone had been gathered. A figure entered the room, silencing all talking in its appearance. Finally... As the person spoke, it introduced itself as Micheal, a summon from what he spoke of as an important man.
Vergil waited for all the others to follow the winged man first, and he would follow last. He crossed his arms, silently following the group as he himself solved the puzzle of weirdness in his mind.
The man's ranting was sickening to say the least, dormant summon. Either it was talking about itself, or it was just some lame trick. Well, it did add on the fact that he could rarely see his summon, for all he knew all that was able to materialize was the things hand. Activate it? No, I rather have a different question in mind. Who the hell does he think he is talking as if he knows me? Tsch, can't be helped I suppose. The man continued to speak, boasting about all the possibilities this 'school' held. Well, in all his ranting and boasting. At least one thing is clear, I appear to have stumbled into a school. The dark voice spoke softly, as if it knew what his master was thinking. "Master.. learn... control..." Vergil responded with a shrug, rolling his eyes as he entered his so called 'first class'. A seat in the far back would do, that way, no one would be staring at his back or his side. And surely they would be too occupied with listening to whatever the next person had to say to turn around. Vergil shrugged, sliding his chair as far back as he could, dropping his feet on the table in front of him, waiting for whatever instructions were next.
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When Zak got to his first class, he decided that a seat up the back would be good, especially as he was one of the first few in so he had time to pick. Ryuzaki stepped onto the chair and crouched down. He could sit like that for hours and it wouldn't bother him. I just hope I don't get any weird looks...
"Can't be as weird as the looks we're giving you right now. Talk to someone for goodness sake." Zak looked around and spotted another boy who was two seats away.
"Hey, do you have any idea what we are doing here? Or why we are in this class? Oh, sorry. My names Ryuzaki Lawliet. But you can call me Zak. What's your name?" He took a quick look around the class. 10 people. 10 summoners.
"Can't be as weird as the looks we're giving you right now. Talk to someone for goodness sake." Zak looked around and spotted another boy who was two seats away.
"Hey, do you have any idea what we are doing here? Or why we are in this class? Oh, sorry. My names Ryuzaki Lawliet. But you can call me Zak. What's your name?" He took a quick look around the class. 10 people. 10 summoners.
OOC Notes
If anyone asked Matt what he thought of the events that unfolded before him, he would just say that 'stuff happened... and stuff'. He considered himself lucky that he still had his pencil and drawing pad with him. If they'd disappeared, he probably would've gone absolutely mental. Walking by the winged man's side, Matt was still replaying those moments in his head: the strange building, the man's appearance, and just about everything else that had happened after those words had been read aloud.
After some walking, they came to a... classroom? Matt hadn't been paying much attention, choosing to simply stare around the halls they walked down. When he got himself back to reality, he chose a seat up at the front, proceeding to get out his pencil and drawing pad just in case something really, really interesting would randomly materialise in front of him. Grinning at the thought, he turned round in his seat to face the others, wondering when the class was going to start...
"Well? Am I going to be summoned yet?
The voice reared up in his mind again, and this time it seemed to be asking Matt something important. "What are you talking about? What's all this about being summoned?" he whispered to his unseen companion. "It's been a long while, trapped in your mind all those years... And now I'm so very close to being summoned into the physical realm... I can hardly wait, after all this time!" Matt just turned back to face the front of the classroom while the voice quietly giggled to itself. Whatever was coming up next, it sure seemed to have that grumpy sod in a good mood...
After some walking, they came to a... classroom? Matt hadn't been paying much attention, choosing to simply stare around the halls they walked down. When he got himself back to reality, he chose a seat up at the front, proceeding to get out his pencil and drawing pad just in case something really, really interesting would randomly materialise in front of him. Grinning at the thought, he turned round in his seat to face the others, wondering when the class was going to start...
"Well? Am I going to be summoned yet?
The voice reared up in his mind again, and this time it seemed to be asking Matt something important. "What are you talking about? What's all this about being summoned?" he whispered to his unseen companion. "It's been a long while, trapped in your mind all those years... And now I'm so very close to being summoned into the physical realm... I can hardly wait, after all this time!" Matt just turned back to face the front of the classroom while the voice quietly giggled to itself. Whatever was coming up next, it sure seemed to have that grumpy sod in a good mood...
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After reciting those words, Ryder didnt feel any change. No weird sensation... nothing. "I knew this was all--" he started to say, but in a blink of an eye, he seemed to be in a totally different place. "--fa...ke..." he finished in utter shock. 'We told you~' the usual perky voice giggled. Ryder looked around the room, seeing a few teens about his age. Some were already here before him, while some just popped out of nowhere. What surprised him was the fact that all his things were here as well. He raised an eyebrow, taking a seat on the bed. "Where the hell are we anyway?" he asked to no one in particular.
'You'll see' and with that the voices faded.
"Oh... wonderful," he scowled. Right then, a man walked into the room, saying something he really wasnt interested in, and proceed to spread out his wings. Wings..? Everything kind of made sense when the man said he was a summoning. Ah, so he wasnt a human... Ryder shoved his hands into his pocket, observe the others, as well as that Micheal dude. This seemed too real for it to be a dream, so maybe he was starting to imagine weird things. Then again, he doubted he had good enough imagination to think of a 'magical school' with 'summonings'.
Letting out a silent sigh, Ryder quietly followed the man out of the room. It really didnt take long for them to reach their destination... a classroom. Being that Ryder had just came back from school, seeing a classroom wasnt all tha welcoming. Then again, bitching and moaning about it wont help either. With a bored expression, he stepped into the class and took a seat next to the window. He leaned back against the chair, tilting his head to look out the window.
'You'll see' and with that the voices faded.
"Oh... wonderful," he scowled. Right then, a man walked into the room, saying something he really wasnt interested in, and proceed to spread out his wings. Wings..? Everything kind of made sense when the man said he was a summoning. Ah, so he wasnt a human... Ryder shoved his hands into his pocket, observe the others, as well as that Micheal dude. This seemed too real for it to be a dream, so maybe he was starting to imagine weird things. Then again, he doubted he had good enough imagination to think of a 'magical school' with 'summonings'.
Letting out a silent sigh, Ryder quietly followed the man out of the room. It really didnt take long for them to reach their destination... a classroom. Being that Ryder had just came back from school, seeing a classroom wasnt all tha welcoming. Then again, bitching and moaning about it wont help either. With a bored expression, he stepped into the class and took a seat next to the window. He leaned back against the chair, tilting his head to look out the window.
OOC Notes
Ada watched the mirror fade away until she was standing a room she had never seen before, with people she had never seen before. on a bed was her name on a note card, and the drawers closest the bed contained her things. she looked around and saw nothing seemed to resemble her home, if she could call it that.
"strange...." she spoke quietly, barely over a whisper.
'only at first' a soft voice spoke in her head. she was used to hearing this voice, just like she was used to hearing the deeper one that sounded more like a growl then real speech.
Ada nodded and shrugged it off, assuming everything would be explained soon. she didn't much care where she was, only that she wasn't locked in her room still. Ada followed the other people, all seemingly close in age to her, out of the room and into a classroom the 'summoning' had called it. Ada wasn't sure what it was supposed to be calling itself that, but again she assumed everything would be explained. once in the classroom Ada found a seat in the middle, off to the side and sat, watching everyone else that walked in. she kept a blank look, and if anyone were to look at her now, it would appear she was blind, and staring at nothing.
"strange...." she spoke quietly, barely over a whisper.
'only at first' a soft voice spoke in her head. she was used to hearing this voice, just like she was used to hearing the deeper one that sounded more like a growl then real speech.
Ada nodded and shrugged it off, assuming everything would be explained soon. she didn't much care where she was, only that she wasn't locked in her room still. Ada followed the other people, all seemingly close in age to her, out of the room and into a classroom the 'summoning' had called it. Ada wasn't sure what it was supposed to be calling itself that, but again she assumed everything would be explained. once in the classroom Ada found a seat in the middle, off to the side and sat, watching everyone else that walked in. she kept a blank look, and if anyone were to look at her now, it would appear she was blind, and staring at nothing.
OOC Notes
The door in the classroom swung open slowly, a tall and slim woman walked in, wearing a smile that gave off a sense of profound confidence and kindness. She approached a wooden podium positioned at the front of the room. Her bag was placed lightly on the ground along side an archaic looking chest as she looked up and over the many faces in the classroom.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses, "Greetings everyone, I am Karen Satomi, and I would like to sincerely welcome you to the Academy." She gives a nod before continuing, "I will supervising this homeroom class. Now, we have some very important information to cover right now so I ask for your undivided attention, however after all that you will be free to converse and ask me questions in any remaining time we have before your next class."
She steps away from the podium and begins to wander around the class, taking a closer look at her students in her slow pace. "You are all here because you possess the ability to summon extraordinary beings. You are all Summoners. Your summonings are all projections of yourself, your feelings, your emotions, your hopes, dreams, the very things that make you you. They will however continue to remain dormant within you, until you receive a trinket called a Crest." At this point she had made her way all around the class and back to her podium. Her hand moves up to her necklace, taking the sapphire dangling there between her fingers, a swirling white mist residing with the gem. "This is my crest, each of yours will be unique to you... No two are the same. Their form ranges greatly from person to person... I cannot stress enough how important the Crest is, without it you are much like a pen with no ink, unable to make your true mark on the world and express your full potential."
Her shoes give off a slight click as she moves back towards a whiteboard, she uncaps a pen and begins to mark away at the board, eventually stepping away to reveal six words. She points out each as she speaks. "Pyro, Hydro, Geo, Aero, Light, and Shadow. Your crest will have two sides corresponding to one of these elements, aside from shadow. One is your major, and one is your minor. I'm sure your summoning teacher will go over this in much more detail when the time comes." She nods and moves over to the podium once more, pulling a binder from her bag and moving the chest up to the podium.
"Now, I will call you up one at a time to receive your schedule and your crest, once we're through with that you're free to chat or approach me with questions." With that, she began to call up students in no particular order, a warm smile on her face as she did, handing them their schedule from her binder, and handing out their Crest from the chest.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses, "Greetings everyone, I am Karen Satomi, and I would like to sincerely welcome you to the Academy." She gives a nod before continuing, "I will supervising this homeroom class. Now, we have some very important information to cover right now so I ask for your undivided attention, however after all that you will be free to converse and ask me questions in any remaining time we have before your next class."
She steps away from the podium and begins to wander around the class, taking a closer look at her students in her slow pace. "You are all here because you possess the ability to summon extraordinary beings. You are all Summoners. Your summonings are all projections of yourself, your feelings, your emotions, your hopes, dreams, the very things that make you you. They will however continue to remain dormant within you, until you receive a trinket called a Crest." At this point she had made her way all around the class and back to her podium. Her hand moves up to her necklace, taking the sapphire dangling there between her fingers, a swirling white mist residing with the gem. "This is my crest, each of yours will be unique to you... No two are the same. Their form ranges greatly from person to person... I cannot stress enough how important the Crest is, without it you are much like a pen with no ink, unable to make your true mark on the world and express your full potential."
Her shoes give off a slight click as she moves back towards a whiteboard, she uncaps a pen and begins to mark away at the board, eventually stepping away to reveal six words. She points out each as she speaks. "Pyro, Hydro, Geo, Aero, Light, and Shadow. Your crest will have two sides corresponding to one of these elements, aside from shadow. One is your major, and one is your minor. I'm sure your summoning teacher will go over this in much more detail when the time comes." She nods and moves over to the podium once more, pulling a binder from her bag and moving the chest up to the podium.
"Now, I will call you up one at a time to receive your schedule and your crest, once we're through with that you're free to chat or approach me with questions." With that, she began to call up students in no particular order, a warm smile on her face as she did, handing them their schedule from her binder, and handing out their Crest from the chest.
OOC Notes
Zak heard his name called. He stood up and started to walk to the front of the class. He received his schedule and crest before sitting back down at the back of the class. He looked at the crest: 3 inter looping spirals (different shades of grey getting darker) with three lines coming from the beginning of the the spirals to the middle of the crest (darker than the rest). On the other side of the crest, it had 2 white diagonal lines, and from these lines (flat on the crest) are red and orange wings. He pulled out a piece of string from his pocket and connected it through the crest. Ryuzaki looked down at his schedule: 1st-Homeroom, 2nd-Summoning 101, 3rd-Combat 101, 4th-Healing (including alchemy), 5th-History of Summoning, 6th-Mythology.
I better get ready for Summoning 101.
I better get ready for Summoning 101.
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Ada stood when her name was called and went to the front of the room to get her crest and schedule. when she got them she turned and went back to her seat to look her crest over. it interested her in its colors and design. it was deep red on one side with a tribal flame in dark purple. she flipped it over and ran her fingers over the teal snowflake surrounded by a black background. she took her hair pin out and clipped the crest to it then clipped it back into her hair.
next she looked over her schedule. she had homeroom first,second was combat 100, third summoning 101, fourth she had mythology,fifth History of Summoning, and lastly she had study of ancient civilizations.
"hmm..." she said to herself as she looked over the classes.
next she looked over her schedule. she had homeroom first,second was combat 100, third summoning 101, fourth she had mythology,fifth History of Summoning, and lastly she had study of ancient civilizations.
"hmm..." she said to herself as she looked over the classes.
OOC Notes
As he just had taken seat, which he thought would be safe from any form of interaction, there just had to be one optimistic guy in the group that had made the decision to actually 'talk' with Vergil. He sighed slowly, giving the classroom another glare before responding to the guy's questions. "First of all, if I would know why we are here, I wouldn't be sitting here I suppose. Secondly, I suggest you keep socializing with me on a low level, I am not too fond on interacting with other people. Good or otherwise..." There wasn't much to discuss really, Vergil has one of those personalities where avoiding him is a 'good' thing. The voice however, didn't quite seem to agree on the boy's reaction and a low but deep growl would sound before speaking. "Why Vergil not speak?"
To his own surprise Vergil had a rare expression change, surprised the voice although still broken English, spoke without stopping for each word. Yet, he didn't really react towards it beside the occasional shrugging and nodding. It wasn't the first time the voice disagreed with Vergil's actions, though he himself doubted that this... voice was far from optimistic itself. "Well," He turned his gaze towards the boy one more time, a rare action indeed. "If you want to know my name so badly. It's Vergil," And with that he turned his gaze back to the occasional empty space, waiting was rather tiring even if you didn't lift a finger as movement. Perhaps they forgot to charge a teacher for this class. Funny though, that means for the remainder of time that I am stuck here, this will be my daily nap hour.
The second Vergil finished his thoughts, a woman entered the room, greeting everyone with a big smile on her face. "I swear if every teacher is going to-" Silence had been ordered as the woman spoke. Once more welcoming everyone to the academy, superb. As the woman made the occasional walk around the class, as if she wanted to speak with every person personally, Vergil just sighed at once more that dormant thing. He truly doubted it, if his summon was dormant, then. Then how come Vergil was able to see the damned things hand? Let alone already knowing its name, and the rest could probably be guessed. Yet when the woman walked passed him, he could only roll his eyes. Speaking as he did so. "Not that I want to burst the bubble or anything, but if our 'summons' are dormant. Then, how is it possible I can partially see it with my own eyes? Assuming of course by dormant you mean, invisible and only being able to communicate with their voice."
He wouldn't show it, but confusion was written all over his face, if only his expression would be like that. Without further uphold, the woman continued the introductions, eventually stating she would call forth every student one by one, handing over their schedule and their crest which would remove that so called 'dormant' thing. One more time would Vergil roll his eyes, waiting for his name to be called for. "It's as if they are optimistic about everything, but once you go ask for serious topics, they'll just shrug it off like you didn't ask the question at all." Finally after a long wait it would be that his name was heard throughout the entire classroom.
As he slowly stepped forward, he'd ignore every kind of eye contact, this was just the occasional 'handing over' business. Vergil nodded as he got his schedule, and as predicted, there wasn't really a crest for him personally. Figures, if you would look into his eyes that was answer enough, right? Not that he would give you time for staring at his demonic looking eyes. He just shrugged as he returned to his seat, dropping down in the same position he was before getting called forward. "I suppose I'll take a look at that so called schedule of mine... Summoning 101, ell, I think that would get me some answers, if the teacher of that class isn't another optimistic, smiley face pulling teacher." He folded the schedule, storing it into one of his pockets on his shirt. Waiting for the teacher to speak once more.
To his own surprise Vergil had a rare expression change, surprised the voice although still broken English, spoke without stopping for each word. Yet, he didn't really react towards it beside the occasional shrugging and nodding. It wasn't the first time the voice disagreed with Vergil's actions, though he himself doubted that this... voice was far from optimistic itself. "Well," He turned his gaze towards the boy one more time, a rare action indeed. "If you want to know my name so badly. It's Vergil," And with that he turned his gaze back to the occasional empty space, waiting was rather tiring even if you didn't lift a finger as movement. Perhaps they forgot to charge a teacher for this class. Funny though, that means for the remainder of time that I am stuck here, this will be my daily nap hour.
The second Vergil finished his thoughts, a woman entered the room, greeting everyone with a big smile on her face. "I swear if every teacher is going to-" Silence had been ordered as the woman spoke. Once more welcoming everyone to the academy, superb. As the woman made the occasional walk around the class, as if she wanted to speak with every person personally, Vergil just sighed at once more that dormant thing. He truly doubted it, if his summon was dormant, then. Then how come Vergil was able to see the damned things hand? Let alone already knowing its name, and the rest could probably be guessed. Yet when the woman walked passed him, he could only roll his eyes. Speaking as he did so. "Not that I want to burst the bubble or anything, but if our 'summons' are dormant. Then, how is it possible I can partially see it with my own eyes? Assuming of course by dormant you mean, invisible and only being able to communicate with their voice."
He wouldn't show it, but confusion was written all over his face, if only his expression would be like that. Without further uphold, the woman continued the introductions, eventually stating she would call forth every student one by one, handing over their schedule and their crest which would remove that so called 'dormant' thing. One more time would Vergil roll his eyes, waiting for his name to be called for. "It's as if they are optimistic about everything, but once you go ask for serious topics, they'll just shrug it off like you didn't ask the question at all." Finally after a long wait it would be that his name was heard throughout the entire classroom.
As he slowly stepped forward, he'd ignore every kind of eye contact, this was just the occasional 'handing over' business. Vergil nodded as he got his schedule, and as predicted, there wasn't really a crest for him personally. Figures, if you would look into his eyes that was answer enough, right? Not that he would give you time for staring at his demonic looking eyes. He just shrugged as he returned to his seat, dropping down in the same position he was before getting called forward. "I suppose I'll take a look at that so called schedule of mine... Summoning 101, ell, I think that would get me some answers, if the teacher of that class isn't another optimistic, smiley face pulling teacher." He folded the schedule, storing it into one of his pockets on his shirt. Waiting for the teacher to speak once more.
OOC Notes
When Matt heard heard his name called, he not only collected his Crest and schedule, but he also gave the teacher a sketch of her he had absent-mindedly drawn while she was giving out that lecture. He reckoned he was getting better at drawing actual people now. Carefully browsing through the schedule, Matt found that he had a lesson on... summoning?! The voice's excited giggling returned, and there was no way of blocking out the noise. Groaning a little, he decided to distract himself from the laughter by taking a closer inspection of his Crest.
It was a medallion. Awesome. One of the sides had a turquoise scallop shell on it, and the other had a lotus flower. Entranced by these symbols, Matt wasted no time in readying his pencil for drawing them...
It was a medallion. Awesome. One of the sides had a turquoise scallop shell on it, and the other had a lotus flower. Entranced by these symbols, Matt wasted no time in readying his pencil for drawing them...
OOC Notes
"Well hello Vergil. Pleased to meet you. What's your next class?"
"No wonder no-one talks to you. You ask stupid questions like that and-" One of the voices said.
"Shut the hell up!" Zak looked around at everyone. "Sorry. My summoning is really annoying me. Carry on." He looked over at a boy to his side. "Eyes front." Zak snapped. The boy looked away immediately. He looked at his schedule to hide his embarrassment.
"No wonder no-one talks to you. You ask stupid questions like that and-" One of the voices said.
"Shut the hell up!" Zak looked around at everyone. "Sorry. My summoning is really annoying me. Carry on." He looked over at a boy to his side. "Eyes front." Zak snapped. The boy looked away immediately. He looked at his schedule to hide his embarrassment.
OOC Notes
Ryan Miguel Lionhart
'Really? This dude is full of himself; I think I can take him' "Take him? you're not even visible, he said that your dormant or something. What ever the case is; I don't quite understand everything yet so chill out." Ryan whispered to himself as he traveled through the halls following a large group of people that had just appeared as he did. Ryan guessed that everyone was just as confused as he; how is this thing even walking and talking, and if it is a summoning, where is it's master?
“Well we’re here, and I’ll let your teacher take it from here. Welcome to your first class this year.” They were at the classroom already? This school didn't feel as extravagant as the letter foretold, but It would have to do for now. Ryan was the last to enter the class room, and it seemed as though most of the desks were full; not that there were many in the first place. He made his way to the second row and sat in front of some strange eyed kid; looks didn't make much of a difference to Ryan, its not like he was too handsome himself. A few conversations sparked around Michael as he continued waiting for the teacher, but he wasn't sure if it were the voices of his summonings, or the people talking to their own voices, or just general conversation between peers. Its not he cared much, he didn't have time to solve that puzzle anyway...
"Ahem." Ryan looked up, pretty shocked to hear a voice vivid enough to gain his attention. It seemed as though the teacher was here, and gave us the usual 'welcome to school' speech. She then began to call people forward to receive their class information and a weird accessory. Once Ryan was called up, he greeted the teacher, smiling. There was absolutely no need to be in a bad mood, and then he'd received his crest; he looked around and saw that what she said was true, no two crests were alike. 'Master, I'm growing stron-' "If you're not going to finish what you have to say, then stop talking to me!" Ryan shouted, into the air, taking his seat.
'Really? This dude is full of himself; I think I can take him' "Take him? you're not even visible, he said that your dormant or something. What ever the case is; I don't quite understand everything yet so chill out." Ryan whispered to himself as he traveled through the halls following a large group of people that had just appeared as he did. Ryan guessed that everyone was just as confused as he; how is this thing even walking and talking, and if it is a summoning, where is it's master?
“Well we’re here, and I’ll let your teacher take it from here. Welcome to your first class this year.” They were at the classroom already? This school didn't feel as extravagant as the letter foretold, but It would have to do for now. Ryan was the last to enter the class room, and it seemed as though most of the desks were full; not that there were many in the first place. He made his way to the second row and sat in front of some strange eyed kid; looks didn't make much of a difference to Ryan, its not like he was too handsome himself. A few conversations sparked around Michael as he continued waiting for the teacher, but he wasn't sure if it were the voices of his summonings, or the people talking to their own voices, or just general conversation between peers. Its not he cared much, he didn't have time to solve that puzzle anyway...
"Ahem." Ryan looked up, pretty shocked to hear a voice vivid enough to gain his attention. It seemed as though the teacher was here, and gave us the usual 'welcome to school' speech. She then began to call people forward to receive their class information and a weird accessory. Once Ryan was called up, he greeted the teacher, smiling. There was absolutely no need to be in a bad mood, and then he'd received his crest; he looked around and saw that what she said was true, no two crests were alike. 'Master, I'm growing stron-' "If you're not going to finish what you have to say, then stop talking to me!" Ryan shouted, into the air, taking his seat.
OOC Notes
"This isn't a dream?" Lilith widened her eyes and blinked owlishly at the room she was in. It appeared to be a dorm room and a very simple room at that. It had white walls with a single bed on one end and on the other was a wooden desk with a red table lamp. Lilith collapsed down onto the bed, things like teleporting to a new area only happened in movies. This was far from a normal life as she had wanted back in the alley in New York.'Go down the hall and to the left.' A soft voice hummed in her ears, a mental image of a white scaley dragon holding her necklace popped up. If it got her here then it would know its way around. Lilith took a sigh, with a blank face and no solid thoughts she dragged her way into the next room. The door gave some resistance as she pushed on it and so she tried harder.'Pull' It sounded amused at her inability to even open a door. Ignoring the voice she pulled the door and walked to the nearest chair not wanting to get anyones attention.
It seems that whatever the teacher was doing before Lilith completely missed out on it as she was calling up the names of students and handing them what she assumes were trinkets. The students that had already got theirs chatted amongst the others about what was said before, Lilith strained to hear the crowd but could barely put the words together for it to make sense. "Lilith Amaretsu." The teacher looked confused upon calling her up, when she got their the teacher ruffled through the items to confirm her suspicions. The teacher brought her attention around Lilith's neck, "Where did you get that?" Instinctively Lilith brought a hand to twist the blue bead of her neckalce, what did it matter where she got it? "A dragon gave it to me." It sounded unbelievable but, heck, if she was teleported just from saying a few words a dragon was nothing. The teacher shot her a confused look then masked it up with a smile, Lilith was handed her schedule. She sat at her seat and instead of studying her schedule she looked around the room trying to get eye contact to spark up a conversation.
It seems that whatever the teacher was doing before Lilith completely missed out on it as she was calling up the names of students and handing them what she assumes were trinkets. The students that had already got theirs chatted amongst the others about what was said before, Lilith strained to hear the crowd but could barely put the words together for it to make sense. "Lilith Amaretsu." The teacher looked confused upon calling her up, when she got their the teacher ruffled through the items to confirm her suspicions. The teacher brought her attention around Lilith's neck, "Where did you get that?" Instinctively Lilith brought a hand to twist the blue bead of her neckalce, what did it matter where she got it? "A dragon gave it to me." It sounded unbelievable but, heck, if she was teleported just from saying a few words a dragon was nothing. The teacher shot her a confused look then masked it up with a smile, Lilith was handed her schedule. She sat at her seat and instead of studying her schedule she looked around the room trying to get eye contact to spark up a conversation.
OOC Notes
Ryuzaki looked at girl who was looking around the room.
Where's her crest? He thought before standing up and walking over to her.
"Hi there. I'm Ryuzaki Lawliet, but you can just call me Zak. What's yours."
Where's her crest? He thought before standing up and walking over to her.
"Hi there. I'm Ryuzaki Lawliet, but you can just call me Zak. What's yours."
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Re: [OOC] The Summoners Academy
Well, it's good to know you've got a backup plan all sorted out. I'm glad the filler posts contributed in some way to the RP's longevity and supplied a couple of lulz as well.
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SIgh** I gave him a week and he didn't reply. I will be your new summoning 101 teacher unless one of you would like to play the party; it would probably be better for me too. I'll start the class in the morning =) You guys will have all of today to do whateva ;o
Re: [OOC] The Summoners Academy
Hmm... I reckon I should deploy the filler post sometime today. What say you, fellow RPers?
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In case I need to, I'm in a perfectly good position to make a filler post. Basically some comical argument between Matt and Nautilus. Just let me know if you want some extra dialogue that's not related to the main plot (or maybe it could be, I dunno).
Re: [OOC] Teachers, Classes, & Scheduling. Must Read.
I was waiting on a summoning 101 teacher... no one get to the class until I find what mine is up too .. I might end up playing that part =)
Re: [OOC] The Summoners Academy
Hey guys, I'm at a convention this weekend and won't be able to post till Tuesday. Sorry all.
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Looking at the changes people have made to their timetables, I reckon I'll go with the flow and add History of Summoning to mine.
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Sorry for my late post. My little brothers birthday was this weekend and everything was hectic.
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Guess I am in as well. I mean, It isn't like we are going to get a whole bunch of teachers anyhwo. Changed the things, etc, etc. You know the drill.
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I've decided to take the history of summoning class. I've changed the appropriate. I hope that this is ok. I just didn't think they would get a teacher for the rp so I didn't choose it but I did want to do it.
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Wow, alot happened in the past few days. I'll post after sometime 6pm I need to unpack from camping.
Re: [OOC] Teachers, Classes, & Scheduling. Must Read.
(I'll give this a try)
New Course: History of Summoning Arts
Teacher: William Love Cornelias
Course Description:
In the class History of Summoning Arts (I, II, III, and IV), students will learn of the history behind the discovery, mastering, and the existence of summoners and their summons. Lessons will start in very early history, taking time to stop and explain the many theories of Summoning which were developed at that time. During each time period, students will be learning, in detail, the involvement of Summoners and Summons within culture and society.
Also discussed in this class with the theories surrounding the varying forms of the summons and how they relate to the summoner themselves.
Different years will learn different levels of material, as expected. Different years will also go into more detail in different time periods. Homework will consist of projects (group or individual), readings, and papers. Students might also leave academy for the occasional outside lesson, due to nice weather or lesson related plans.
New Course: History of Summoning Arts
Teacher: William Love Cornelias
Course Description:
In the class History of Summoning Arts (I, II, III, and IV), students will learn of the history behind the discovery, mastering, and the existence of summoners and their summons. Lessons will start in very early history, taking time to stop and explain the many theories of Summoning which were developed at that time. During each time period, students will be learning, in detail, the involvement of Summoners and Summons within culture and society.
Also discussed in this class with the theories surrounding the varying forms of the summons and how they relate to the summoner themselves.
Different years will learn different levels of material, as expected. Different years will also go into more detail in different time periods. Homework will consist of projects (group or individual), readings, and papers. Students might also leave academy for the occasional outside lesson, due to nice weather or lesson related plans.
William L. Cornelias
