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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 11:34 am
[ Take The Road Less Traveled ] Quote: Upon hearing he has a new Professora, RuiZhi sets out to meet the lovely Siona Hale. They make odd small talk - ranging from the school, to his past, to methods of learning - but he is overall pleased with the new addition and approves of her greatly. He is most eager to meet her in class!
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 11:38 am
[ If You Could Only See How Blue His Eyes Can Be When He Says... ] Quote: RuiZhi somehow braves his own misgivings about parties and get-togethers to celebrate his boyfriend's birthday! There he mets the sweet and likeable Wynn, as well as the aloof but curious Cane. The Chinese youth bought his boyfriend some new wheels for his skateboard [state of the art!], and someone else gave him a history book about the prolific wars in Human history, but whom?
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 11:40 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 12:01 pm
Req: QRP o9/1o - INACTIVE[ title ]
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 1:17 pm
Req: CRP o4/o5[ title ] Quote: An unconventional class; Herei teaches you how to calm yourself when you're stressed or worried. It could be anything from Taichi to painting a picture. What do you try? What actually centers you? [ Training of the Calm Mind ]
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 1:21 pm
Req: CRP o5/o5[ title ] Quote: Herei chooses a style specifically for each student. What does he chose for you? Do you think it works for you? Did you have something else in mind? [ Martial Arts ]
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 2:46 am
[ These Three Words Just Say It All ] It's been almost a month since they went on that field trip. A month since I've seen you...but no one...no one else seems to realize it. They all bear you a great unkindness, Scyeth, to not see that you've been missing...
No, I believe I can piece together well enough what happened. You're close to being a real soldier, closer to being under her direct hand. She, too, has been missing for the same amount of time, yet not a word of unrest is breathed within the halls. Not even the good doctor seems to have noticed, or perhaps, he'd rather ignore the fact. I can't. I...
Scyeth...
Even my studies hold little distraction for me. I wonder, will I need to use this method of binding and stabilizing on you next we meet? Will this poison be something you theoretically may contract? Will I never need to know this manner of suturing to save your life? Everything - my studies, my thoughts, perhaps even my goal now - come back to you. It's easy to say it's just hormones as I near sixteen, but somedays...I wonder. I wonder, Scyeth, and comfort myself by imagining that you might wonder too. Even if you don't, I'm content to for the both of us. Even this entry is turning into drabble and rambling of a lovesick teenager!
I am praying to Luna that you haven't been whisked from me again. If you're in my sister's care, I know you'll be okay and you'll come back. I'm taking care of Banish, keeping the sheets clean and your skateboard under the bed...just in case. I'll even yield to that evil paddle and ball game, just to know you're safe and sound. My dear, dear Scyeth.
I miss you. Please come back soon...
[Stairway To Heaven Metaplot: Follow Up]
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 3:58 am
Req: QRP o9/1o[ title ] Quote: -The Lost Tome-
Credit Earned: 1-2
Quest Description
Assisstant Bandersnatch has lost a very valuable magic tome he borrowed from Professor Shinji somewhere on campus! Will you help him to find it?Quest Procedure
This quest can be done in self-RP format or PRP format. Pm Slanndalous to claim this quest, and then pm tooaya if Asst. Bandernatch accepts your student's help.
1. If you choose to self-RP, post a journal entry describing your student's effort in trying to find the tome. Did he find it eventually? Entry should be no less than 500 words. (1 credit )
RuiZhi had never met Professor Bandersnatch, and yet this man had already known of his capabilities and - seemingly - trusted him to such an extent as to confide in the young doctor that he'd lost a very invaluable tome. One that belonged to Master Shinji, no less! It was not in the kind-hearted Chinese teen to turn down anyone who needed his assistance, and after drilling the essentric professor for clues, RuiZhi set on his way.
He checked all the normal, logical places - the professor's office to start with, namely around the desk and each book on the bookshelf. After assuring himself that none of the spines were the correct name (and certainly not about to ask to check the professor's living quarters), he began to trace through the classrooms in the magic department. It was a long and arduous task to check each room on each floor; no desk was not looked beneath, no shelf left unskimmed, no bathroom stall left closed. Others may have laughed at the Chinese teen's attempts, but this was a magic tome. If he'd been told it had grown legs and walked off, he would have simply shrugged and said that stranger things had happened. When you'd seen a bird made out of blood, it was easy to accept such things and marathon running books.
When literally every rock had been turned in the magic department, RuiZhi went to the next - albeit unlikely - place he could think of: the science department. He continued his search through the cluttered buildings, taking a large chunk of his day to turn through each bookcase and desk, the doctor's offices and public areas. It may have been ridiculous, but he also considered the fact that another student might have found the book and - not knowing its contents - had put it in the nearest bookshelf. RuiZhi even checked the trashcans in each room and skimmed the garbage bins outside, much to his chagrin. The things he did for knowledge...
It was late by the time he had to stop, the soft glow of the outside lights making his eyes hurt from all the strain of searching. He was loathe to give up at all, and after a small pep talk of priorities and importance, he decided he'd resume his search after a good meal. The teen had neglected to eat throughout the day and found himself rather hungry as the moon ascended into the sky.
He made his way towards the Auditorium, which had only previously housed a meet-and-greet for the new professors after letting them get used to the school grounds. The party had literally lasted for days, and even now there were streamers still dangling from the walls and paper remnants of the booklets that introduced the professors and the classes they'd be in charge of. RuiZhi carefully picked around the dregs of the party and snuck into the kitchen - Scyeth had eaten the last of anything quick to grab in the dorm and he wasn't about to brave the mall - flipping on the light. It gave a few shuddering blinks before humming to life.
Even the kitchen was in disarray. The Chinese youth chuckled to himself, meandering to the fridge and pausing at the sight of something on the counter. He crinkled his nose as he realized it was the deli meat from the party - now several hours warm and beginning to smell. With a sigh, RuiZhi cleaned up the mess to save his own appetite, putting the plate in the sink and returning to the fridge. He opened the door and peered in to see what he could find --
-- and was greeted with a book.
RuiZhi blinked. Once. Twice, several more times in quick succession before he hesitantly reached in and retrieved the tome. He stood upright and looked over the cover, fingers tracing the words; it was the book Professor Bandersnatch had lost! The teen looked to the counter, then back to the book, piecing together what had happened in his mind's eye - the professor had gotten hungry, and, in finding his snack, he'd apparently forgotten what he'd been carrying around in the snack's place. Maybe someone had come in and interrupted him, or he'd simply had his hands full and forgotten, but either way...the fridge? RuiZhi's lips quirked into a smile. He was almost remorseful that the teacher was one of magic and not science.
Tucking the tome safely under his arm, the doctor-in-training grabbed a plate and piled it with a chicken breast and some tri-colored pasta with olives, placing two sodas between his fingers; it wasn't romantic, but he knew a certain blonde that would appreciate the gesture. RuiZhi paused in thought before picking out a few more pieces of chicken for Banish, feeling that the black cat would enjoy a morsel. He'd return the book tomorrow, not wanting to disturb the professor - besides, he had his family to feed, and they were his priority for the night.[The Lost Tome]
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 4:00 am
Req: QRP 1o/1o[ Fringillidae Revisited ] Quote: -Under Moonlight- FOLLOW UP Credit Earned: 2 (+1 follow-up)
Quest Description
It's around the time of Full moon, and rumors has been going on around the school that some "white ghost" can be seen wandering about the school of Magic during the previous full moons. To prevent strange ghost stories start to run around and scare/distract the students, advisors have been sending out secret volunteers to check up on the school of magic this coming full mooon.Quest Procedure This is a self-RP only quest. Make a journal describe your "ghostbuster" adventure. How did you prepare for this task? What did you do that night, what did you see? Who/what was the "white ghost"? Be creative. You will get to keep the "white ghost" as an item in your inventory if you choose it to be an object (animals or plants, etc). If you choose it to be a person, you may choose to do a follow-up RP with the said person (NPC or student) to find out why he/she was there every full moon. Required Items and Prices
I visited the burn site, and naturally there's no sign that it ever happened, not outwardly. I still remember sitting outside the building in my pajama bottoms, so angry, so restless, so helpless. Have I changed since then? I'd like to think so. I think my boyfriend has helped me grow significantly, even if he isn't aware of it.
For old time's sake, I went to visit the nest of the Reed Buntings. I knew they wouldn't be there, but I wanted to hope anyway. When I got there, I was unsurprised to find magic students walking by on their way to class and the aching absence of Heru Irame. I really miss her...she taught me so much, about magic, about life, about myself even. Things I'm still learning to this day.
That aside, I have grown, as I was able to reach the nest and bring it down. It was old and filled with a mishmash of things one might expect from a bird's nest: dead branches, leaves, bits of cotton and string, crumbling dirt and feathers. It held small treasures of tiny, colored pebbles, a bottle cap, a button, a needle, some aluminum and...the shard. Only I had been wrong before - it wasn't a mirror. It was a quartz. A small, faceted, oblong quartz. Maybe it was someone's necklace before, or maybe Heru Irame put it there...
I have it now. I'm not sure why. I put the nest back in hopes that the winter would see it filled again, but I kept the stone. I've since cleaned and polished it and it's quite pretty, opaque with the smoky curl of mineral within. I'll keep it in my pocket, maybe as a good luck charm. Maybe...to remember that not everything happens the way it should, but that we can still make the best of it. Or maybe...just to believe. Life goes on. [Under Moonlight: Follow Up]
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 10:49 am
Kenth assumes too much things.
It wasn't his fault, as the doctor may argue, for students at Shinkami were fully capable of taking care of themselves and prevent 99.9% of all possible injuries. This was why he was able to take a short time off of the island and return to his previous office. It was of course, not a vacation, but rather to report to the supreme authority about how fine the school was and how nicely the students have grown to become their most loyal puppets for possible war (which may or may not happen).
Perhaps the doctor was extremely fortunate then, for that 0.01% to occur while he was gone. During a gym class, a new student was badly injured when some careless fool threw a softball with almost demonic strength at the poor boy, who had full confidence that he'd catch it---He did, only with his face.
With the school doctor absent, the boy's broken nose and failing teeth, along with eyeballs that were almost squished must be fixed by someone else.... growth prompt This is Ruizhi's first experience in becoming a doctor, treating a real patient under pressure. As a bystander, you are asked to send the boy to the health office, only to find Kenth absent without notice. With the boy bleeding badly and on the verge of loosing consciousness, what will you do?
Describe, in a self-entry no more than 1000 words, Ruizhi's decision and his actions. The boy is a NPC in which you may create his personality freely. All necessary medical equipments can be found in Kenth's office. Kenth is also available for you to use in your entry. If you choose to use any other player characters (teachers and students alike), you must seek permission with perspective players.If you have any further questions on what is allowed and what is not allowed, pm Toa.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 12:32 pm
[ Bright Morning Star ] What started as a simple training exercise in his sister's class turned into alarmed shouts and a wide spray of blood over the mats. RuiZhi didn't have much time to consider the luck of him being there that day, or that he'd seen it happen; after two and a half years of training, the Chinese youth could only act.
The acrid scent of sweat mingling with the metallic tang of blood hung thickly around the group of teenagers. "Get back," he ordered in a stern tone, quickly kneeling down to the student. He swatted away the hands that were insisting the injured boy lay down, instead forcing him to sit up and lean against himself, ignoring the splatter pattern of blood that darkened his green uniform. "He needs to remain upright," RuiZhi spoke in a calm, demanding voice, one that silenced the hooplah of fear and worry. "You, go to Doctor Larine's office to retrieve him."
The problem was...Kenth wasn't there.
RuiZhi exhaled quietly. Your turn, he told himself firmly.
Everything began to move slowly, the clamor in the background a quiet din in his ears. All his focus was for his patient.
"Michael," he addressed the teen that was still leaning against him. When the injured boy turned his bleary, bloodshot eyes towards him, he immediately felt better; he was conscious and had enough use of his motor functions to respond to his voice. "Michael, I need you to stay sitting upright, okay? We want to get the swelling down so I can see exactly what the damage is. Don't nod, just squeeze my hand if you want to say no, or that you're in pain when I touch you." RuiZhi took the teen's hand with one of his, giving Michael a reassuring smile that the injured boy weakly returned. Good, he made a quick, mental checklist of symptoms in a glance, he's not in shock. I don't want to move him until I know the extent of his injuries, which means I'll need...
Students were sent out to retrieve ice, towels and the medkit near by. With the hand not being held, RuiZhi carefully touched his fingers against Michael's cheek bones, jaw, septum and beneath his eyes. He could feel the teen's hand tremble and flinch, but the squeezing didn't come until he touched beneath the watery green eyes. Offering up another smile that was genuinely relieved, he spoke more lightly to the injured boy, "The good news is, it's just your nose that's broken. You might have a minor fracture in your cheek, but that will heal itself."
Just as he was speaking, the boys returned from their errands. With one hand, he gathered the ice into one of the towels and very lightly pressed it where he was certain the break was and was rewarded with another squeeze of his hand. "I know it hurts," he murmured, "but this will help numb it. You're going to have to do this a couple times a day - but don't let the ice directly touch your skin.
"The not-so-good news is that I can see where your nose is broken. I can fix it." At Michael's slightly frightened glance, he continued to smile, "I have to put it back into place." Understanding dawned on the teen's face. RuiZhi flipped open the first aid kit and withdrew the roll of bandages, putting it in Michael's hand in place of his own. He didn't want the teen to break his hand with the force of squeezing it.
Another towel served as a rag, melting ice against it; in the Chinese youth's eyes, Michael was a 3-D model of every bone, vein and muscle, pinpointing the break by visual alone. RuiZhi gave silent thanks when it became clear the the break wasn't as high up as he had feared - with any luck, Michael would be spared surgery, and simply have to endure the grueling healing process.
The Chinese doctor move the ice-ladden towel lower, against Michael's nostrils. "Let's get this out of the way," he said calmly, watching his patient's face. There was no panic, at least, just a fear of the pain that was going to intensify. "Hold the towel there. We'll have a little bit of blood, but it'll stop within a minute or two once it's all back in place." RuiZhi gave Michael a moment to absorb that info, withdrawing a two syringes and two vials from the kit. The syringes were deftly filled with the clear liquids, setting them aside and turing to face Michael.
"On the count of three," he maintained his calm, assertive tone, a hand lifting to press his knuckles on either side of the teen's nose. The count to three was quick. There was little more than a twist of his fingers, recreating the injury in reverse. A wet pop, a crack; Michael gave a sharp sound of pain, and it was over.
RuiZhi returned to Michael's back to let the pain-swooning teen lean against him, moving one hand to help keep the towel against the fresh flow of blood. The haze was wearing off now, and everything seemed suddenly louder and more pressing around them. He lead Michael into a room for privacy, once he could safely stand; he administered two shots to the injured teen's backside - demerol for the pain, and toradol for the inflammation.
Michael's friends helped him off to his room (with strict instructions to make sure the pillows of his bed were propped up, there'd be no laying down!), and RuiZhi was left to sit on one of the benches, wiping the blood off his hands and mostly ignoring the dark blooms of the vitae on his outfit. It was over...and he'd done it, by himself, without hesitation or fear. He wasn't helpless this time. A small, satisfied smile curved his lips, and he knew then that he'd outgrown the text books that he knew by memory.
He was ready.Word Count: 996
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