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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 12:01 am
Lark stopped instantly as a cane suddenly swung down in front of his face, and seemed to him to be barely missing his head. He jumped back and looked at the old man, startled. How authoritative this guy was! It was almost intimidating, considering he didn't even know the guy.
After the man's instructions, Lark gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I guess so. Er, sorry, um... Yeah." He stopped short realizing that he didn't know her name. "So, are there a lot of people here that are... um, not human...?" Lark was strongly hoping that the answer would be yes, but at the same time, he didn't know what he would do if the answer was yes. He glanced at the new girl who had arrived, but blue hair was very human, so she didn't keep his interest for very long. Besides, she had someone else to talk to, so he could just focus on the obviously-not-a-human of the group.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 6:41 am
Smiling sunnily as Mr Twitch relinquished her hand, Nonoko turned just in time to catch sight of a straaaange silver-haired guy freeze up, then lunge at the (cute!!!) cat-eared girl that had popped up from the stairwell, only to promptly get caneblocked by a disapproving Old Man™. Seeing him sheepishly back off, Nonoko, in her infinite graciousness, decided to seize upon the opportunity.
"Neeeeh~, Hentai-san~," the diminutive girl drawled, flashing the unfortunate young man an evil grin (. "a biiit eager to be getting all handsy, aren't you~?" Slinking up to this "Lark" fellow, Nonoko playfully nudged him with her elbow and waggled her finger in a "tut-tut" gesture. "Bad Touch, try asking her out first~!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 6:36 am
Satisfied that the situation didn't get out of hand, Archie lowered the cane and studied his pocket watch a second time. It was working; he could hear the gears turning inside. Hooking the cane's pommel onto the crook of his elbow, the majordomo reached into his coat pocket and produced a pair of rimless spectacles. He put them on, bringing the timepiece in for a closer inspection. It was possible that the hands were just jammed.
Archie angled the pocket watch, trying to get a better view of the face. While Nonoko egged Lark on, both he and the recent addition to their class were the only ones not engaged in conversation. In all honesty, he wasn't for small talk, but no one else had acknowledged the blue-haired lass' presence.
"Is this your first time at the Academy?" he asked her quietly, turning the watch over. He didn't want to have to take it apart, but this particular anomaly was starting to test his patience.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 8:11 am
"Ack!"
This, along with jumping back almost two feet, seemed like an entirely appropriate reaction for someone reaching out to grab for your ear (Certainly, May had had it happen to her many times before- that was why her retreat reflexes were so on point) and then the swift swish of wood through the air, preceded by a cane. Well, at least there were some-.... sticklers for appropriateness in the crowd? That was probably somewhat reassuring. Hell if you see cat ears on someone it's a fairly natural instinct to check if they're real, right? Right. Still, she was vaguely grateful for the Old Man™'s interruption- and vaguely annoyed at the boy who couldn't keep his fingers to himself. Humans!
Irritated, her ears twitched as she rounded on the unfortunate boy. "So what if they are? I'm allowed to have cat ears if I want!" As an afterthought, she moved closer to Miss Overly Sunny and poked an elbow into her side. Teasing little creature!
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 9:05 pm
As the young girl observed the scene of the cat girl and the curious boy ,she hid her laughter by putting her hand on the mounth.After that the polite old man walked to her and she smiled in return.
He observed with amaze how the cat girl reacted and tough on many questions that she never will dare to ask,the silver-haired male looked at her only for a sec and returned his gaze to the neko-girl .The Old man,after observing his pocket watch, asked to her if it was her First Class, she answered with a nod "yes, nice to meet you, sir"she smiled to the old man.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 9:22 pm
Looking back and forth from the speech-slurring girl standing way too close to him to the inhuman cat-thing, Lark gave an awkward smile. "Woah now!" He exclaimed, backing up slightly to get his personal space back. "I didn't mean any offense; it's just, well, it's just kind of hard to believe that I'd see it - a cat-person, that is. It's just strange, you know?" Catching himself in the midst of what could potentially be another unintentional insult, he instantly added, "Well, I guess you don't know, having been born somewhere else. But where I come from, it's a strange thing to see."
Then he turned to the girl with the speech problem or accent or whatever it was. "And I don't really wanna ask her out, thank you. Or anything else, romantic, sexual, or anything like that." He turned back to the girl with the cat ears. "I do, however, want to know more about you. Are there many humans where you come from?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 2:09 pm
“How quaint,” Archie said, absently, squinting at the timepiece. The hands weren’t jammed. After careful study, the majordomo deduced that his pocketwatch was in working order, and that it had stopped as a result of being at the Academy. He threw a furtive glance at the hallway surrounding him before returning his pocketwatch to his waistcoat. With any luck, their instructor would appear and classes would commence; Archie didn’t relish the idea of being away much longer than he’d intended. Fixing his attention on the young girl before him, he offered a slight bow. “Archibald Aloysius Twitch. I don’t believe I caught your name.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 4:14 pm
"Mmm... Ahhh...!" This exclamation followed after a long, happy intake of breath. "Here we are, third floor!" The man began to walk away from the door to the staircase and towards his classroom. As he did so, he smoothed back his bleach blond hair, which did little to keep it from sticking straight up. He sported little more than a simple sky blue tank top, brown khaki shorts and leather sandals. A tiny red whistle hung off his neck and bounced on his chest with each step he took. It was an outfit which outlined his toned and slightly tanned figure, a surfer's build he had shaped up through countless hours at the gym in order to impress. Riven Fannars was a man of enjoyment and relaxation. Funny it was that he would find himself in a school, a potentially stress inducing, blood curdling environment, and as a teacher too. He could only guess that the Academy wanted to inject some fun into the classroom when they asked him to teach this course, but whether or not it was true, Riv was determined to make the class fun. As he rounded the corner, his icy blue eyes crossed the sights of students and a giant grin spread across his face. "Hey! Sorry there buds, I was busy at the head office picking up a few new tricks and gear. Check this out!" He raise his hands to ear level and clapped. A pair of benches appeared along one wall of the hallway. Even as someone who had his own ice-based magic, Riv was still humoured by small gimmicks such as these. With another clap, he conjured a blackboard on the wall opposite to the line of benches. "Wicked cool, huh? Well now, have a seat. Riv Fannars is in the house! I Am your POL 101 instructor. I see you've all read my sign and have all got to know each other a little bit." Actually, thanks to his Academy teacher privileges, he was completely omniscient of the happenings of his class whether he was present or not, from the near ear pulling to the investigation of the stuck watch, but the students didn't need to know that. "Alrighty, since we are now calm and all together and paying attention, let's rehash the introductions a little. I'm going to get all of you to formally introduce yourselves to the class. Why? To make sure everyone knows each other's names, for starters. Give us a briefing of what you do outside of this classroom. And then tell us a little about your person up there as a roleplayer -- the person who is pulling your strings, or that voice in your head -- and tell us a memorable experience they have had as a roleplayer. According to their applications, all of them have had some fun with that in the past, so let's hear some of it! Who wants to go first? And if you have any other questions, feel free to ask them at any time."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 5:16 am
"Right, I'll be going first then!" Brimming with cheer, Anno Nonoko skipped forward to the "blackboard". Slapping a hand against the clear crystalline surface, the diminutive lass's smile abruptly became strained as the sheer coldness of the blackboard's surface suddenly registered. Much more discreetly, she hid her poor abused arm behind her back and suppressed a shiver, still grinning all the while.
"L-Let's try that again! I'm Anno Nonoko, age 17! Greetings, and Salutations!" Waving energetically with her other hand and turning the charm on full, the little girl chirped her greeting with a smile worthy of a Colgate ad, showing off her set of shiny whiteys. "I like to spend my off hours trawling imageboards and teasing people! They always have such hilarious vocabulary when angry!" Skipping from one foot to the other, Nonoko's face now bore a feeling of mischievous glee. "I like to fish too~!"
[OOC: Baiting, to be exact. In both senses of the word.]
"Ah, right! About Mama!" Nonoko beamed at a far-off point in the sky outside as an ethereal whisper drifted into the hallway, the shaggy mop of brown hair that made up her fringe stubbornly hanging on and concealing her eyes. "Mama's name is Ozenko, as you can see! She used to go by Koakitsune and Fading Autumn in the past too~!"
[OOC: Pleasure to meet you. I leave my daughter in your care.]
"Mama's been around here for quite a while," The pint-sized hurricane's voice settled to a more conversational volume as she appeared to settle down, as she began to absentmindedly wring the hem of her skirt. "but she's somewhat new to the RP scene. Mama used to be a part of a roleplay guild here some time ago, but then it kiiind of died off when she became Vice-Captain. Yeeeah, that's pretty much it." Suddenly springing up like a jack-in-the-box, the mousy girl threw her hands up and crowed to the skies, a s**t-eating grin plastered on her face. "MAMA IS AN OLD LADY~! OOBA-BABBASAMA!!!"
[OOC: Gurk-! Nonoko-chan! I'm not an old lady! I AM NOT OLD! ...not yet!]
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 6:33 pm
As the classroom furniture appeared out of thin air, Lark gave a delightful gasp. He had never seen anything like it! He stared fixated at the benches, and nearly jumped when he looked over to notice the blackboard which had also appeared.
He was eager to introduce himself, but he got stuck on the comment about the roleplayer. Role-player? He didn't have anyone 'pulling strings' nor did he have any voices in his head. He was quite sane - too sane, he sometimes feared. He had absolutely no idea what this teacher was talking about. So he just waited, hoping for some kind of elaboration.
When the first girl came forward to speak, he missed most of what she had actually said as he stared back and forth between her and the random point in the sky that she kept referring to as 'mama'. But for the life of him, he simply couldn't see anything!
Suddenly, with an ear-splitting shout, she was done talking and it seemed to be his turn. He walked nervously to the blackboard and turned to face the others in the room - or hallway, as it happened to be...
"Hi." He said, holding up a hand for a moment as a quick greeting. "My name is Lark Garrison - don't make any jokes about birds or singing because it's not original, I promise. I'm also 17. I'm a high school student. Um..." He hesitated, wondering what to say next. He leaned nervously against the blackboard and shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to decide which of his hobbies would be the most normal in a setting like this. But a look of confusion came over his face as his hand touched a crumpled piece of paper hidden deep in his pocket. Pulling it out to see what it was, he saw the words 'Read Me'.
What was this, Alice in Wonderland? Still, it definitely didn't look like an evil incantation, so he read it:
"Hey there! My name is Tunes14. I'm a college student studying philosophy (the only major where the teachers accept comic strips and fables instead of 1-page summaries and academic papers!). My favorite roleplay was on Gaia Online. It started as a roleplay called 'The Trouble with Dreams'. It was a lot of fun, but too much of a plot to go into here and now, and the longest lasting by far. In fact, we not only reached the end of the rp, but went on to start 3 more off-shoots of the story from there with more or less the same people. By far the most fun I have ever had in an online roleplay. Also a large reason that my gpa is so low, because it was my freshman year and while everyone else was skipping class to sleep because they stayed up all night partying, I skipped class to sleep because I stayed up all night roleplaying. Good times, but not worth repeating..."
Lark stared at the paper for a moment, wondering what in heaven's name he just read. But after glancing up and remembering all the people watching him, he hurried back to his seat to analyze the paper from there.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 1:52 pm
The instructor's arrival happened like a dream: one minute he wasn't there, the next he'd summoned a semi-classroom in the middle of the hallway. Everyone else had taken their seats on the bench, before the blue-laired miss could respond to Archie's introduction. He supposed he'd learn her name eventually. Eager to get this course out of the way, the butler settled onto an empty space on the bench.
Archie released a slow, controlled sigh as the feeling of déjà vu crept over him. Albeit a new course, with a new instructor, the formalities of introduction was a very redundant necessity. He suspected this wouldn’t be his last, not if Lady Genmark had anything to say about it. She probably had the registrar on the phone, this very moment--assuring his attendance for the next semester
After observing his new peers, the majordomo was beginning to appreciate his old ones, who seemed more stable and focused in comparison. He’ll give this class one thing: they were certainly… interesting--which was being gracious. But Archie wasn’t about to delude himself into believing he wasn’t the odd one out, what with the obvious age gap and stark differences in upbringing. Regardless--if things went accordingly, he would see the entire semester through with tepid success.
Lark, whose introduction was far more structured and far less exhausting Nonoko’s, took his seat, leaving the opportunity open for the next student to leap at the chance of introducing themselves. Minutes crawled so slowly it felt like days, and the spot in front of the blackboard remained empty. Dreading the idea of being locked in another standstill, Archie rose out of his seat, took up his cane, and steadily made his way to the blackboard.
Archie faced the class, allowing his dark gaze to sweep over his peers.
“As some of you may be aware,” he began, the choppy baritone of his voice bursting the silence, “my name is Archibald Aloysius Twitch. Outside of this… realm, I am Majordomo to the Lady Thornwick Genmark of the Bernadine Isles; in layman’s terms, I am simply head butler to her household. I’m sure everyone, here, doesn’t need an explanation of what my job entails, so I’ll spare everyone there.” The majordomo paused a moment, absently scrutinizing the far wall as he weighed the choice of his words. He looked at the class, once more. “As to my ‘person up there as a roleplayer’,” Archie continued, “Lady Genmark isn’t so much a voice in my head as she is an imposing presence that insists on making lives difficult. ‘Pulling strings’ is an understatement where manipulation is concerned. She is a sadist, who takes great joy in commandeering characters through turbulent waters and will not hesitate to ‘break’ them if it serves as a plot device. There have been a string of deaths; happy moments are few and far in between; and she will collaborate with a colleague to ensure that certain characters are recycled into a never-ending loop of circumstances, even when the storyline and genre differ from the former.” He scoffed, his seasoned features twisted with disgust. “All for her personal entertainment.”
Taking a deep breath, the butler composed himself and raised his chin. “In spite of all that--if there is one redeeming quality that Lady Genmark possesses, it would be that she takes her pastime seriously. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here. Again.”
He allowed the silence to settle before issuing a curt nod and returning to his seat.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 1:46 pm
The teacher arrived- finally? she might be supposed to say finally. It did feel a little like a relief- and May almost let out a sigh. School was so.... dull, really. She'd only come because this was supposed to be different from normal school, because she could never focus in normal schools. Too many distractions there, to really do what she wanted to. Although, to be fair, what she wanted to do did not always include learning. Well, at least this was different from school. The nature of the students was a big tip-off about that point. It looked like some people in the class were older than their teacher- heck, May might be older than him! She didn't know, and it bothered her a little. But just a little. And it bothered her that he tried to be so cool, but the impression came off a bit wrong so he just looked silly (which was generally considered a bad thing in a teacher. By her, anyways). Then there was the whole magic "I can make a classroom anytime, anywhere" trick, which was legitimate but seemed less inviting for impromptu lessons and more like scaring pupils from going anywhere in case it happened to be a class.
At least it got the class going. That was a point in favor of the teacher, and she put it into perspective. So far, he had earned a score of negative one, but that wasn't so bad. As for the others? They.... were all odd people. in their own ways. She'd let the issue rest for now, until she could decide who she liked and who she didn't. Tiny Miss Sunshine (May did enjoy creating descriptions for people, even when she knew their real names) ran up first, literally bouncing with enthusiasm. Well, that was something she could relate to- sometimes. Bouncing with enthusiasm for something was a good pastime. There were some things about fishing and baiting in there, until the girl raised her voice loud enough that May had to cover her ears to avoid chronic damage. It still hurt a little. May's face grimaced on its own accord as she held her ears, which were twitching in irritation. She held on to the pose long enough to miss part of the next introduction, which might have been a shame if it hadn't been the rude boy from earlier who'd commented on exactly those ears. That wasn't something she really needed to hear, his introduction. Or whatever.
Slowly, she peeled the hands away again and found, with a few twitches of her ears, that everything seemed normal. Sound-level-wise, at least. That was reassuring, and she relaxed a little bit more. In fact, she almost zoned out until at the very end, there was a mention of "roleplaying". It possibly explained a bit of why he was so crazy, but she couldn't be sure. Another thing to keep in mind, for later. Which left, after a rather pregnant silence, the next person to step up. What was his name? She didn't know yet, but named him James in her mind. It seemed to fit with his entire get-up. And, once he'd gotten past announcing his actual name (which was silly), he did say that he was a butler, which only made "James" more fitting. She'd be calling him that, maybe. His introduction was, to be fair, lengthy. Very fitting to his looks, really. She kind of liked it, even though she didn't follow every single word.
Looking around, May found that most of the people present had now introduced themselves and, harboring no particular desire to go last, she finally rose from her seat- which she'd been squatting on- as the butler returned to his. Only a few silent strides brought her to the blackboard and one particular piece of footing allowed her to turn on her heels to face the other students. "I'm May. If you bother me or my ears, I will bite you," she announced matter-of-factually, to get this ground rule into people's memories as quickly as possible. "But other than that, I'm actually pretty nice. I like hugging people and sleeping a lot, so that's what I do most of the time when I'm not here. Maybe I'll even do it while I'm here, if any of you turn out to be huggable enough." At that last sentence, her gaze lingered on Nonoko, but she moved it before the hint became too blatant. "And.... that's pretty much everything. Yeah." Shrugging a little, she made her way back to her seat and perched back on it.
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OOC:
Yes, you'll find me doing this a lot more than any sort of description. That's mainly due to my previous experiences- pretty much every roleplay I have participated in, so far, has had a very strict division between in-character and out-of-character elements, and so I hope you'll excuse if I maintain such a division here as well, at least for myself.
On to some other basics. I'm a recently enrolled college student, so a part of my time goes toward organizing myself and figuring out how my life as student should be. That does result in me being less active than I expect at times, this past week being a good example. Another one of the shortcomings you'll have to excuse when dealing with me, I fear.
But we shouldn't get caught up in insufficiency! No, you wanted me to point out some of my rather favorite moments when it came to roleplaying, and here I have a fair bit of experience to draw on. Drama and love stories aren't always my thing- admittedly, some of my very best writing has been in that exact genre, but much more frequently I will be out somewhere, providing mischief to some poor sod's roleplay. That is my style and, as you can see, even partially what I'm doing right here. In the same vein, I have roleplayed any number of crazy characters, including (but not limited to) rocks, tables, doors, any number of imp-like personalities and more than a fair share of (more or less) insane wizards. I like magic.
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