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But, like all things, there has been strife. This year will prove no different. When the new students arrive, the Futuran makes a very accurate prediction about what their likely destiny will be. Whether it be healer, politician, or even High Priest (The highest position a magician can achieve). But, this year has brought about a unique occurrence. A girl was given the prediction of "Unknown" by the Futuran. Now with the entire school in confusion, will some try to help her? Or will some try to use her? FYI, I'm not going to play the girl (I'm a guy).
The futuran is. . . A talking black cat.
The school's principal is Headmaster Dareth. A powerful man with a strangely calm and pleasant aura. Any type of race is accepted in this roleplay, though being a demon or elf won't give you a naturally better-than-thou ability with magick. The roleplay starts with the new students and receiving their predictions from the Futuran. Also, any mythical beasts you can think of, they do exist here. Oh yeah, that's right. The prediction it makes will be based on your destiny, but the Futuran has been wrong before (even though it was only once over the course of twenty-five years). You can play anything from students to teachers to any staff at the school.
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She walked down the hall, being greeted by any staff who were there at the time. Most had already made their way down to the Galia Hall to help direct new students and prepare for the arrival of Senator Ryle. The other students were allowed to spend this time as they pleased. They could practice at the Training Grounds, get reacquainted with friends they hadn't seen since last month, or watch the ceremony provided they didn't interfere. The Futuran was walking at a brisk pace to the west door, until she hit a snag. Taking a sigh and jumping, she grabbed the door handle with her tail and pushed hard against it with her now upside down body. The door slowly opened, but the predicament forced her to let go of the door handle and flip back over to land on her feet. "I thought I told them to-" She stopped as she could now clearly see Elric Hagakure sitting at the far end of the table, his head being propped up by his arm as he smiled and waved to her.
The Futuran jumped up on the table and strutted over to him and sat right beside him on the table. "I can see your ready to get the year started." Elric yawned and sat straight. "Not really, but I couldn't resist getting here early to have fun with you this year." The Futuran raised her head and looked away from him. "I see you two are hitting it off yet again." The voice came from the open door of the east entrance, Senator Ryle standing there with a rather expensive looking suit on. He walked over and patted Elric on the shoulder, sitting down at the chair just to the right of the Head chair. He reached into his case and removed several papers, taking out a pen and beginning to write. "I didn't think you'd be here until everyone else was already seated," said Elric in a surprised tone. "I wanted to make it here before the journalists. If I have to go through another year of, 'These students are the future and I will expect nothing less than excellence from them,' again. . ." He took a deep breath and went back to his writing, obviously having to take his work with him even when not at the office. The Futuran moved to the Head Chair, laying down directly in front of it. "I wonder if there will be any surprises this year?" Elric shrugged and put his head down on the table, the sounds of various other teachers and staff taking their places began. "I hope not, it might interrupt my afternoon nap time."
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A steady flow of students were making their way into the school's main building, a large grand structure that contributed greatly to Nyomi's previous awestruck state. She sneaked into a small group that was making its way up the stairs and through the large double doors. The long hallway in front of her lead straight to the Galia Hall, which is where Nyomi was directed to go upon arrival. The little huddle she had buried herself into made a sharp right, leaving her standing in the middle of the school entrance foyer. Um... She started walking slowly down the hallway, her shoes softly padding against the marble floors. Her eyes darted all about her, taking in the decorations and scenery. Golds, silvers, cremes, and reds. Many magnificent colors flooded her mind and tickled her pallet. It was a sensory overload, something she was unused to. When she reached the end of the main hall, she could see Galia Hall through the open doors before her. She scanned the room, as she squeezed close to the door frame and out of sight. Discrete, meek, and silent. There was nobody there yet. She frowned. It would feel strange to be the first one to arrive... maybe I should just wait. She thought to herself. With a little sigh, the tiny, blonde, elven girl hunkered to the floor, her knees bent and placed to her side for manners and because she was wearing a dress. She leaned against the wall and waited for a few more students to make their appearance.
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As he proceeded to walk, anyone could noticed how peculiar him as his butler look, himself, looking someone lizard like, slender stiff body, slit eyes, and his wide smile which revealed semi-sharpened teeth. His butler on the other hand was even more of an oddity. He stood just shy of eight feet tall, and next to Drakes diminutive five-in-a-half, it seemed even more drastic. He had long thin legs, and arms, and walked with perfect grace. His body was very slender, but every inch of him was perfectly sculpted muscle. He had a plain clear face, with eyes that seemed to almost not be open, and straight hair that fell around his face, revealing only the right side of his face. He was definitely an odd side, but one of beauty none the less.
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Galia Hall seemed to be the mornings destination, so Drake made his way there, humming a simple tune as he walked.When he reached the entrances of the hall, the only people around were a small elven girl sitting on the side of the hallway. Drake turned and dismissed his butler, taking his small bag, and turned back to the hall. He stepped into the Galia Hall, but before disappearing thru the doorway, he caught the elven girls eye, and flashed a quick wide toothed smile, his eyes squinting, and head just slightly cocking to the left as he did so.
Inside the hall, Drake found a seat on the left, about midway, and plopped down, curious as to what was going to happen here this morning.
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Taking a soft step forward, she approached the structure, becoming more confident with each step. She might have looked strange to others, no parents or caretakers to accompany her into the building, just a simple five-foot-five girl with twitching ears, no defined hourglass shape to her body and no shoes on her feet. She wasn't one for shoes, she simply didn't enjoy feeling trapped within the simple article of clothing, though at the doors of the school, she stopped for a moment. She opened the outermost zipper of her bag and pulled out a pair of black ballet flats, sliding them on, before continuing on her merry way, a smile plastered onto her face.
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Zenfee was almost overwhelmed with how big the school seemed to be. She had grown up in a relatively small house, so the school seemed like a palace to her. Still, she continued on her way into Galia Hall, following the crowds toward it. Her ears twitched in excitement and anticipation. A million questions ran through her mind as she walked through the doorway to Galia Hall, her bag knocking into her knees the whole way.
Keeping her head up and a welcoming expression on her face, she glanced over the open chairs, looking for a possible place to sit. She decided on a chair in the second row, dead center, would be the best place for her. She had a tendency to lose patience in these kinds of situations.
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Of course, Asmira need not try to hard to make eyes turn to her. Bright white hair and eyes contrasted drastically with the desert-sun tone that painted her skin. Anyone could see that she was not of any of the states but very few could name her of the Oasis People. It truly added some variety to the residence pool of the school but it was only because of special circumstance that she was there.
Though very careful in her considerations of the first day of her second year, Asmira totally forgot the milling and constantly changing variable of moving peoples. Many found her condition quite odd; seeing sight when others see blindness and seeing blindness when others see sight, but it no longer bothered her. However, it made making her way to Galia Hall much more difficult than it would have been if she were home at the desert.
Taking a reserved seat that she had taken the time to memorize the location of, Asmira poised herself to 'watch' the procession of the Futuran greeting the first years. It was not of her interest to watch the ceremony, in fact, she would rather have been in the training grounds or in the gardens familiarizing herself with the environment. But the need to speak to one man was her duty today. A duty to her people as well as something from herself, must be delivered today.
The thanks of her people to Senater Ryle.
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"Oh, how nerve wracking," she thought, as she slipped in through the door and walked briskly to the back of the hall. She found a seat that she liked, the girl to her right seemed rather nice and there was an empty chair to her left. One less person for her to have to feel nervous about. It was a strange feeling. Nyomi never thought she'd be the shy kind of person, but now that she was thrown into this word of socialization and... people... well she found that's almost exactly how she was. It would take some getting used to, she guessed. Almost holding her breath, she turned her attention to the front of the hall where the teachers, faculty, and some political figures were taking their seats. "So official..." She whispered, and twisted at the hem of her dress nervously.
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A collection of horses thundered towards the Academy. There were only about five or six, including the teacher, but the group was being led not by him but by a student naked Daniel Freyja. Tall, athletic built and with a shining smile, Daniel was one of the schoolโs infamous playboys. As his grey horse broke away from the group, being urged to go faster, Danielโs emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as their teacher shouted at him to slow down. He did not comply.
Instead he urged the horse faster, leaving his travel companions far behind. All five of the students had been on an expedition to the Snuuey Isle to meet the Snuu tribe and help them with the Frost Dragon attacks they had been having. As future Paladins, or Dragon Riders for the more common title, it was important they had experience with different species of dragons before they graduated. This meant learning things from flying, caring, breeding and even politics!
โSo long, guys! Itโs my last year here โ I gotta check out the talent!โ Daniel called over his shoulder with a laugh, the sun catching his mane of red hair and making it flash all sorts of colour; red, orange, yellow and gold. He galloped into the school grounds, turning towards the stables but not waiting to get inside. He brought his horse to a stop outside of them and leapt away, leaving the horse standing there to drink water from the groundโs fountain. Stretching his arm upwards, his shirt rode up his stomach and flashed a slither of abdomen, earning some appreciative whispers and giggles from a second year group of girls.
Sending them a wink, Daniel headed inside on a jog, greeting his friends as he met them and stopping only to jog on the spot while he talked to guys who were in the vicinity of pretty girls, or better yet, a pretty girl wanted to talk to him. When he finally made the five minute trip to his room an extended thirty minutes, he closed the door, tore of his clothes and leapt into the shower. Nothing like your school break well spent riding through land and snow under the beating sun to get you stinking like a pig sty.
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Elric looked over and sighed, standing up like he had been forced into this. "Out of the hundred of you here, twenty of you have been chosen to take the Advanced Magical Practices class, eighty of you have not. When those twenty arrive at their rooms tonight a letter will be waiting for them. Inside the letter will be where the class is taking place tonight, that's right. The first class is tonight. The class will be all four years grouped together at one time. In that classroom will be sixty other students, all older than you, all wishing they didn't have to sit through this first class again. After the first class the years will be broken up. We will discuss this further tonight. As for the rest of you, if you wish entry into the class, you will have to prove it to me. If you tell anyone where the meeting room is, you will be removed from the class." Sitting back down, he looked over to Ryle, who was simply nodding his head. Dareth stood back up, scanning the students one last time. "When your name is called please come up to the front." An older women came from the group of people watching on the side. She carried a long ledger, adjusting her glasses and moving her brown hair out of her face. "James Alexander. . ."
The list didn't seem to have an order to it. Just when someone who began with an 'A' was called, someone with a 'G' was next. Twenty students had gone up, many getting nervous and believing those were the ones selected for the Advanced Class. The women pushed her glasses up and looked up at the crowd, "Nyomi Belfast."
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Of course, that was all last year.
She shifted her chair further back, trying to make a bit more room so that others might pass. Of course, someone may not pass at all but she had a feeling that the girl to her right was new. It must be the waves of nervousness and excitement that gave it away. Or even more likely, the ruffling that was made when someone picked at the hem of one's dress; a very distinct sound that Asmira knew well.
"Nyomi Belfast."
In an almost-formal way, Asmira carefully folded her hands in her lap. Much like the girl that sat next to her, Asmira was excited. Yes, very excited. As vividly as she remembered tripping over a table on her first day, she also remembered the Futuran's prediction and the joy it brought her. The edges of her lips quirked upward.
"I believe the turn of yours has come to receive greetings from the wise Futuran." she whispered gently to the girl next to her. She may not know the girl but it was just a feeling that gave her away as Nyomi.
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"M... me?" Nyomi mumbled, hearing the girl beside her she had been revived from a daze, shocked at how fast the time seemed to slip by before her name having been reached. Even though she was aware it was pretty far up there on the roster... When did the ceremony even start? She thought to herself. She must have been so nervous that she really didn't take notice.
Slowly, she rose from her seat, glancing around nervously as she took those crucial first steps towards the front. Those crucial steps as she was approaching what would be her future. But as more and more of the students were left behind her, and she could no longer see their gazes, she started to gain more confidence. She just wanted to walk briskly to get it over with.
Before she knew it, she was already standing at the front, staring at that long table with all those unfamiliar faces. With the Futuran in front of her, the only thing she could think to do was smile politely. And try to stay calm as her heart pounded against her ribcage, of course.
"Nyomi Belfast," the Futuran said, her eyes slightly creased (as a cat's usually is), her tale swooped back and forth across the table. The purr in her voice seemed calming enough, and Nyomi exhaled a breath she had been holding. There was nothing to be worried about. The Futuran seemed caring and friendly... for a cat. She waited for her to continue. "I hear you've spent a great deal of time out on the sea, your whole life actually. Your future will not be much different. You will continue sailing the seas, traveling around the world. You will captain your own ship, as a pirate my dear." The Futuran could tell the girl was taken aback by this. No one wanted to hear that their future would consist of the life of a criminal. A lowlife usually looked down upon by society. But the cat smiled, assured that she had nothing to worry about. She could feel it and see it. "Although this is your future, how you get there and what you make of it are entirely up to you Nyomi. I won't tell you exactly how your story ends. But be assured, you won't leave this world unknown. Like everyone else you, pirate or not, will leave your mark behind. I promise... you will not regret yours. You may return to your seat now."
And that's what Nyomi did. She turned around and went back to her seat, quietly contemplating in her mind how this was possible. It didn't make any sense. She couldn't be a pirate. She had seen them before. They were slimy, dirty, decietful, and violent. That couldn't be her future... Something had to be wrong... But she didn't say that aloud. She sat down in her chair, keeping her thoughts to herself. The Futuran was never supposed to be wrong. Why would there be an exception for her?
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Dareth watched as the girl walked back to her seat. He looked over to Ryle, who was jotting down every word and name that was said. he looked over to Elric who just shrugged and nodded his head. The women in glasses looked back up to Dareth, who motioned for her to continue reading the list. "Drakengard Kelli-" She adjusted her glasses and raised an eyebrow. "Kellisterossi? Kellisterosse? Drakengard Kellisterosse?!" She looked up with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.
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"Drakengard Kellisterosse, you hail from a very great demon family, one that has done much to try to bring a peaceful relation between your people and those others that populate our land." The Futuran was quiet for a moment, and then turned its attention back to Drake. "I'm sorry Drakengard. You will not live to see graduation. I cannot tell why, but I see much pain, and eventually it will consume you."
Drake couldn't believe what he was hearing, he was suppose to be successful, a demon of prestige, he couldn't die. Not so soon. "No! You lie! It can't be true." Drake's eyes were full of rage, and he turned running out of the room, slamming himself through the auditorium doors, only slowing once he was in the hall.
A single tear rolled down his cheek, and he stared staright down at the ground. "This can't be..."
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Dareth lightly patted the Futuran on the head, knowing that even after so many centuries, delivering a prediction of death wasn't something she had yet to get use to. The announcer looked back at the crowd, but before she could say anything Dareth interrupted her. "I'd once again like to remind everyone that it is called a prediction for a reason. Do not take this as an immediate truth." Dareth sometimes doubted why they went through the process of the prediction. If he were to be completely honest about the reason behind it, it would be fear. Magic is dangerous and in the hands of certain people, it can prove devastating. While the prediction isn't one hundred percent accurate, knowing who is most likely to cause a war or try to take over the world is helpful to say the least. The announcer began reading off names once again, finally making it to name one hundred. "The last student for this year's ceremony is, Zenfererra Deflancy!" She looked up, hoping she didn't butcher another name.
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"Zenfererra Deflancy, you come from a working-class elfish family. You are determined to make your parents proud. You were born out of your parents affections despite being in an indebted family." The Futuran stopped for a moment to think. It seemed to be greatly puzzled by Zenfererra's future. It tried for a total of three minutes before turning back to the girl. "I apologize, but I cannot see a future for you. There is no prediction for your future. I only see good chances, but nothing more." The room seemed to fall silent for a moment.
"Wha- what!?" Zenfii couldn't believe it. Everyone had a future of some kind, so why couldn't this cat see hers? And only hers? What could have been wrong with her to cause this unusual phenomenon? Surely it wasn't anything that she had done wrong, was it?
Her eyes widened and her heart clenched completely. Good chances? "I'm so scared..." She whispered.
(Sorry for the long wait!!! A million times over!)
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