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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 3:44 pm
“Ladies and gentleman lend me you ears for a short moment….” A flood light beamed down from the ceiling and illuminated a lone figure that stood by the entrance of the mail room. “I am here to find my scarlet lady or man.~ Perhaps they are here! Amongst this sea of youthfulness! Oh how cruel a fate it would be if they were to become swallowed up in this cruel cruel room….” The lone figure pointed into the crowd and grinned from ear to ear. “My scarlet student, reach out for me! I Daryle Saxton shall protect you from this madness….”And then the spot light shut off “Aha! End scene! Good work! I think that was a successful end to a great perform------“
Oh my….Poor Isaac….Daryle had just located him in the same room. “Isaac! Isaac! Isaac! Isaac! Isaac!----“ He continued calling out to the fellow teacher with a goofy grin as he waved frantically. “Over here! Lookey! This way! Yoooooohoooo~<3!” The vast ocean of students was making it (apparently) rather hard for Daryle to reach the other blonde haired male. Perhaps it was for the best, I mean…that cane of Isaac’s looks as though it could hurt. Then again, it was not as if Daryle would even think about that for a split second.
“Heeeey! What is with that spacey expression of yours? How unlike you!” Somehow…Daryle had managed to cross the room and arrive to stand by Isaac with an expression reminiscent of an expectant puppy greeting its owner after being separated. Anyway, just to make matters more crappy for the idiotic windy brained drama teacher, Daryle began poking Isaac’s cheek “What team did you get? Or colour….Hmmm…..I got scarlet. Ah! Saying that word alone sends shivers down my spine. I wonder how cute they will be…hehehe…..” Daryle finally stopped poking Isaac and smiled brightly “Ah, this year is going to be wonderful~ I can just feel it!” That’s if….Daryle can survive the year..
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 5:03 pm
R ine D amascus Third Year Student
Closing her eyes was not a good idea, not a good idea at all. The rude blue haired girl somehow got offended at Rine's little piece of advice, and even though Rine was already sopping wet from head to toe the younger girl rung her hair out over Rine's head. After saying her own piece of advice, she started to walk away. The students at Nexus were always so well spoken...
Rine rolled her eyes, much good having another couple of gallons on her head would do. She did not like water on her body in any sort of form other than a steaming hot shower, but she was already wet from the rain. But she would defend, besides, she wanted the other girl to know just how she felt about having her odd colored hair rung over her own.
“Let's just hope that your hair dye is the permanent kind, I would rather not wake up with blue hair tomorrow,” Rine said as she got up and harshly bumped the girl as she passed. Another student skirted by as Rine stopped for one last comment, “And if I do, I'll know who to search for.”
Rine smirked and skipped out to the hallway, not really caring if the girl shouted at her. She wanted to check her stupid student mail and then leave toward the dorms. Announcements, or something was rolling over the intercom, as long as Rine didn't hear her name then she was okay. She was still dripping water by the time she made it to the packed mail room, but she was glad to be out of the 'rain'. However, the moment she entered the room she regretted it. Students were flying back and forth, not to mentions spewing the weirdest words and colors. Rine stumbled back, eyes wide at the scene, as a student shoved into her, trying to fly out of the chaos. She frowned and pushed back, before making her way to her box area. She unashamedly forced another student out of the way to get to her box labeled Damascus, Rine, and stood on her toes to reach inside.
Something made a snapping noise.
“Ffffffffffff!” Rine's eyes widened as she jerked her hand out of her box, a mouse trap on her fingers. A few students next her laughed, and she pulled the trap off, flinging one at the head of another third year. Rine cradled her right hand and inspected the injury, it was started to swell a bit, but not that bad. Another student snickered and she snapped her gaze at them, shutting them up. She blinked away some of the water getting into her eyes and tried to check her mail again, this time sticking her head up to check to make sure the box was void of any more tricks. Seeing it was clear, she took the few letters and fliers out with her left hand. A flier reminding everyone of the rules, another for third and fourth years to chose their classes wisely, there was also one advertising a 'Terrific Trixie' -Rine smirked and folded it into her pocket-, there was also a generic welcoming letter, and... what was that?
A plain white envelope with a 'Congratulations' written on it. Rine's eyebrows rose as she stuffed the rest of her mail under her armpit as she shook the letter, and -deeming it safe- ripped it open. She scanned the little intro about 'groups' and read a simple 'Rine Damascus (Water)'.
“Water?” Now the stuff the other students were saying made sense. Groups based off of items and colors, or was water a color? A person not far off screamed some words involving 'pink' and 'pig'. So, the noun matched a color? Was water suppose to be blue, green, brown, clear? Rine sighed, she had had enough of water today to last her a lifetime. She took her damp mail and started to walk out of the mail room, finding her group would have to wait- or she just wouldn't do it, if having groups were that important the teacher would come drag her to whatever. Finding people of similar color seemed too much effort, from the sound the other students were making.
However, before Rine could leave, a man danced into the room. Literally. Danced. Rine's eye twitched as she heard what he said next, “Dark blue anyone? Anyone at all have dark blue?”
Well, the fates have a sense of humor. Rine frowned as she took a good look at the grinning man, it seemed as though he would be her... groupie... mentor..? Whatever the groups were for. Rine gave an exasperated sigh, her mood was plummeting as the day dragged on, but she might as well announce herself.
“I've got 'water', if that has anything to do with 'dark blue',” she said in a monotone voice. Rine would be very happy to be dry at the moment, the irony of her group word being water and her covered in it was almost retching.
She just hoped that water did not have to do with anything blue.
There's a point I think we're missing, it's in the air we raise our fists in.
In the smiles we cast each other, my sisters, my brothers.  Although we have no obligation to stay alive; on broken backs we beg for mercy. We will survive!
(Break out) I won't be left here, behind closed doors.
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Talon StarDrifter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:35 pm
 Indeed, Armand was correct: Faraday would never admit to needing his help to heal her. It wasn't really necessary but it was a kind thought nonetheless, and now she felt slightly guilty for making his candy explode... Well, that is until she remembered that she wouldn't have been goaded into blowing up his candy if he hadn't been such a jerk and pranked her with a giant cheeseball, or left her hanging in the auditorium and - most likely - had something to do with it raining. Still, she smiled a little as her carefully placed rainbow sheep nearly upset Mandy and sent him toppling to the floor. She had meant for him to fall, but it wasn't the end of the world if he didn't.
All general good will toward Armand vanished as he lamented the speakerphones' current "on" status. What the- He did that on purpose! Scowling, Fara narrowed her eyes at him. "You really are trying to ruin everything!" she huffed. Still, no spoilers had been said, so it wasn't as if all was lost. Indeed, perhaps, with what she said, the students would find a clue of some sort, though she couldn't imagine any sort of clue they'd deduce would be of much help.
With a sigh, Fara leaned back in her chair, arms crossed as she regarded the grinning loon before her. "It's not that I want DPS here, Armand, but rather they would need to be here. You have a flair for stirring up trouble, you know. And of course I miss Lucy - he's the best student I've had in years, and it's hard to find an apprentice with his... dedication." In her mind's eye, Fara saw a flash of pink and a red-haired idiot deejaying. Good times... "Hmm? Um, Armand, I meant that Lucy is my apprentice. You didn't have any objections when we met with him last week!" She rolled her eyes at her boss. "And stop looking so merry. That white powder makes you look like an old man!"
[[Curse you, Kyon, making everyone's posts short! ; ~ ;]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:49 pm
Sighing inaudibly, Eli shrugged. How was he supposed to know how many people on a team? He was just as clueless as the rest of the crowd... Several teachers made their way in, one doing some weird dance that made him extremely uncomfortable, another (the drama queen from before, in the auditorium) smiling brilliantly and bothering the weird teacher who'd been here from the getgo. Oh no... Oh heavens have mercy... did the smiley one just say something about scarlet...? Biting his lip, Eli turned back to the short girl. "...In any case, we should go ask that idiotic looking teacher over there. He said something about scarlet." In truth, Eli wanted to do anything but confront the overly bright teacher. He'd rather go bask in the sunlight, but it wasn't as if he could just ignore this and hope it would all go away. Well... Hey, maybe he could. But what if the groups became important later? It would make sense that that Parr guy would make a huge mess of this in the beginning to make students believe it was all for shits and giggles, but then pull a one-eighty later and say, "Oh hey, your survival depends on your group members, because I'll be sending you through a deathly obstacle course that you can only navigate as a te~am!" ...Okay, so maybe that scenario was a little farfetched, but he could still imagine it happening. "Come on." Not really an order, more of an invitation, but he didn't think to clarify. Instead, Eli easily parted the sea of students with his large frame and made his way to Mr. Smiley.
"...Are you my mentor?" he asked flatly, looking as if he wished to be anywhere but there. "I have ruby, and she-" he jerked his head towards the girl "-has red."
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Talon StarDrifter Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 1:55 pm
 Aria NivenThe sounds of the excited voices of the students in the mail room caught Aria Niven's attention. She had been watching through a sort of shadow portal, which functioned like a mirror. Or rather, it was through a full-body mirror in her office. As such, she knew that Armand had started his little game of giving them students to mentor. Aria neither hated nor liked the start of each school year. Then again, she didn't dislike nor like working at this Academy. It just served its purpose to help Aria achieve something. That something will not be discussed here in this post though.
Anyway, Aria was standing in her office staring through the portal on her mirror and watching the scene unfolding before her. This portal was connected to a shadow within the mail room where the students were receiving their letters and their respective mentors. But no one would be able to see Aria unless she let them when they looked at the shadow. To everyone in the mail room, it would just look like a regular shadow right now. She had been instructed to keep the fact that she was a demon from the students unless instructed to do so, or there was simply no other choice but to tell them. That's at least what Faraday had told her and the other teachers.
Passing her hand over the mirror, Aria re-focused the view onto the room behind where the mailboxes opened out to the students. It was the station where the mail and different notices were sorted into the mailboxes. As such, no one would be able to see her while their attention was focused elsewhere at the moment. It was only then that Aria chose to step through the shadow portal on the mirror and out through the back wall of that particular spot of the mail room. To Aria, it was simple and mattered little. To most other people, it felt quite unsettling using that type of portal the first time.
Once through the portal, the shadow on the wall Aria had stepped through shrank until it was no longer on the wall at all. Her expression as stoic as ever, the art teacher made her way to the staff door that led from the sorting room out into the actual mail room where the students and other teachers had gathered. Even though she could easily phase through the door using another shadow portal, Aria knew that it would be best to keep up the charade that Armand and Faraday had set out for them. Why hide their ancestry if they were going to eventually tell the students they weren't truly human either? Either way, Aria silently turned the knob of the door and stepped out to the other side. Closing it behind her without a sound, Aria stood there in that spot, waiting.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:46 pm
 A cold breeze trickled through Trixie's hair as she walked in the direction of the mailroom. Ah, such a tranquil breeze! Trixie thought. It does feel a bit colder than usual though. The blue haired girl brought up a hand to adjust her hat only to find out that there was no hat to adjust. She had no idea that her hat was stolen by a wandering male student. Of course, she was far from pleased. It wasn't long before Trixie reached the entrance to the mailroom, but instead of entering, she paced back and forth at the entrance as if she were a ticking time bomb on legs. This particular ticking time bomb happened to be fueled by vehement thoughts. Trixie knows she left the room wearing a hat! Who or what could have had the audacity to do such a thing? Was it Grumpy Girl? Was it that impudent black haired girl from the auditorium? Perhaps a total stranger? A pervert? Whoever or whatever you are, you better hope Trixie doesn't give you her own brand of justice! Trixie finally stopped pacing and stomped on the floor upon concluding her thoughts. "AUGH!!!" the blue haired girl loudly grunted in frustration not caring about possibly startling nearby students. Trixie finally entered the mailroom. "Trixie has entered," she unenthusiastically grumbled. She wasn't in the mood to entertain anyone at the moment due to a certain incident involving one of her hats. Her magenta eyes scanned the room as she walked over to her mailbox. It was hard for Trixie to recognize anyone in particular due to how crowded the room was, but she did catch a glimpse of that black haired girl from the auditorium. Trixie rubbed her hip as she recalled how the black haired girl harshly bumped into her in the auditorium, but at least her hip wasn't as sore as it was earlier. Hmmph! That wretch should be grateful that Trixie has other things to attend to for now! the blue haired girl mentally commented. Upon opening her mailbox for the first time this school year, Trixie was greeted with the usual collection of advertisements, welcome letters, and even some fan mail. She would've opened the fan mail first had she not noticed a peculiar letter at the bottom of the pile with her name written on it in glitter. Oh yes, she must open that one first! Having made her decision, she pocketed the rest of the mail and then proceeded to opening the letter that caught her attention. At first, Trixie cracked a slight smile, but that smile soon faded as she finished reading the letter. "MY TEAM COLOR IS... PUKE???" Trixie announced with a mix of astonishment and shock. "Puke is not even a color!" she rambled. "Why, puke? At least make Trixie's team color an actual color such as GREEN! At least GREEN is the color of puke!" She was probably causing a scene at this point, but she didn't care. It was good advertising for her next theatrical performance. She leaned forward on the wall next to her mailbox and declared, "THIS! IS! SPARTA--AH?" Trixie blinked. "Wait, that's not it," she mumbled out loud. When she continued, she hammered on her mailbox with her fists in sync with every word she uttered. "THIS! IS! THE! WORST! POSSIBLE! THING!!!"Trixie pukes at the idea of puke!
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:00 pm
 ((Teacher of Literature - Estas Landry))
"Violet" the sleek black haired teacher mumbled as he walked into mailroom. He sighed as he walked in just in time to see Aiden glomp a surprised Aventr. Aiden had clearly escaped the rain because the horse teacher in human form was perfectly dry. He shook his head. Wait a minute. Aiden wasn't even at the meeting! He got lost! HA~" "Pink and pig and lost!" Estas whispered playfully to Aiden as he brushed by and began calling out his own group. "Violet here!"
Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted Isaac and pushed/dodged his way over to the caned teacher like a thief... "Isaac! Did you have to hit me like that? It hurt! Not gentlemanly at all!" the Angle violet eyed teacher stated. And then, he realized all too late that Daryle was right there. Daryle was known for being....dramatic. That antic in the auditorium was the least of their worries. And it appeared that Daryle had students who thought miserably that he might be their mentor.
Nearby, someone shrieked about being given a group name called "Puke". "Puke? Not the most appetizing of things..." Estas muttered as he rolled his eyes. What kind of ridiculous color was that?
((Yes, Ky infected us...
Edit: Left out part of my post, so I edited in.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 6:16 pm
 Adrianna stepped into the crowded office space, filled with students that were running amuck in attempts to figure out what color they were to fall under and whether any of their friends would be with them. One girl even starting screaming at the color she was given, and Adrianna had to cover her smile with a polite hand as she reached into her box, but it faded whenshe started to open the letter. What if she were to receive an even nastier color than that girl? Upon opening her letter, she sighed loudly with relief, slightly to her dismay that her relief was apparent, and read that she was to be on the plum team. Turning, she listened to the others, not hearing anyone else with the same color. "Would anyone happen to have plum?" She asked, her musical voice ringing clearly above the rest of the chaotic chorus.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:43 am
 [ I S A A C A R M I N E ]
... I hate you people. Isaac's eye twitched. There were so many flashy entrances. So many loud people. Armand and Faraday's conversation over the loud speaker wasn't helping. When the empty-headed headmaster had finished speaking the students went into a little more of a frenzy to figure out if they were one of the lucky few. "Damn it Armand. You did that on purpose..." Isaac was sure he wanted everyone to get into a bit of a huff.
And then, his eye stopped twitching. Someone was poking him in the cheek. Who did that? Daryle would do that. And lo and behold, there he was. "Green, Daryle. My color is green. Stop poking me," Isaac said as he grabbed his peer's finger, bending it back just enough for it to sting. Letting it go, he patting Daryle on the head like he was a dog, which, metaphorically, he pretty much was. "Daryle, you perv. Why would you care if they're cute or not?" He otherwise ignored the man's comments on how the year was going to be. Isaac was never entirely sure if he trusted his own predictions, let alone someone else's.
When they were joined by Estas, Isaac frowned a little. Now he had two perverts in front of him. "Gentlemanly? You're one to talk. You're going to wake up one of these days with a shock collar on..." Isaac had no idea why he was so peculiarly morbid at the moment. There was no real reason for it either.
And it wasn't about to get any better. "Puke? Green?" Isaac thought. "Damn it! I'm getting one of the loudest ones!" he complained just before fwapping Estas in the forehead with his finger. "Appetizing isn't the word you're looking for. And don't you dare make the reference..." Who knew what Isaac was talking about.
He sighed then, he knew Trixie. She was interesting. Not a student he wanted to sit around and talk with, but certainly he would watch her try to out run a squad of alligators. "Trixie, over here. You're with me," Isaac said dryly, preparing himself for the onslaught of stupid things sure to spill from the girl's mouth.
(Now you're all infected... NOW YOU SHALL ALL BE IN MY ZOMBEH ARMY.
I should be able to get an Aventr post up later tonight. Or tomorrow. But for realsies this time.)   --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"This may surprise you, but I was arrested in High School." - Pat Boone -
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 7:45 pm
Sighing, Adrianna listened for a color that sounded similar to hers and one happened to catch her attention. Ugh... it's Estas.... Damn! I never turned in that last assignment.... Please, let him forget about schoolwork for the day. She didn't want to be on the same team as him, but no one had replied to her question, so she made her silent way over to him, standing just behind him. "You would think a teacher would know who was on his team, but apparently you're just as much in the dark as the rest of us." She said emotionlessly.
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Talon StarDrifter Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 6:06 am
((Teacher of Literature - Estas Landry))
And just as Estas expected, he was greeted by Isaac with nothing less than sarcasm and cutting remarks. Still, the Angle remained unperturbed. A grouchy Isaac made for a normal day, really. Besides, Isaac was just taking his unhappiness on Estas because Estas was prettier than him. A fact the Literature teacher relished very much. "Shock collar?" Estas said in mock horror, hands clutching at his cheeks. "How vulgar!"
His teasing smile faded slightly as Isaac complained about his students. It disappeared altogether as Estas was thumped on the forehead. "Is this how you treat the handsomest teacher in the school?" Estas complained, rubbing his forehead while giving Isaac a reproachful look. "And I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about!" And indeed he didn't. Isaac wasn't the most straightforward of the teachers here, something most people knew.
As Isaac turned to claim one of the students, Estas sensed a rather fiery (yet suppressed) presence approach him. He turned to see Adrianna walking towards him. The girl was a second year, a previous student of his that had, for the most part, been a good student. Though if he wasn't mistaken, she had missed the last assignment of the class the last year.... "Alas, I am as you say," Estas said despondently. "Though you, my dear, would never be in danger of being stuck in the dark with that constant flame to light your way~" He was, of course, referring to her Affinity, which she didn't know about yet. And yes, he was forbidden to tell the students of anything regarding magic, for fear of Faraday's retribution (Estas repressed a shudder), but he wasn't revealing anything, per se. "But back to business, are you in my group? My team is violet."
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:21 pm
 [ A V E N T R R U B I E R ]
This is weird... Aventr waited and listened for a moment. By the sounds of it, most of the other people were coming to realize that their letters were actually supposed to be colors, based on whatever it was they had. "Oh, I guess it could be seen that way..." Aventr glanced at his letter again, right before he was set upon by Professor Aiden.
He was fine with it, it wasn't the first time Professor Aiden got close to any of the students. But, he wasn't usually so sticky, Aventr was sure. He shuddered suddenly when he had actually made the realization, jumping a bit and nearly gagging himself in an attempt to escape the teacher's grasp. "P-PROFESSOR! Why are you sticky?!"
Now, normally Aventr wouldn't really care if someone were sticky for whatever reason. So long as they weren't getting him just as sticky in the process. Which he was sure would sound weird. "Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. GET OFF." Aventr thought. He wouldn't be rude to the professor, but that was the only thought running through his head.
(And the disease returns...)   ------------------------------------------------------------------
"Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please." - Mark Twain -
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 7:53 pm
Adrianna simply shrugged and said in a blank tone of voice, "Whatever you say, sir." She still coldn't help but feel as if he were hinting at something. "My team color is plum, but they're so close in color that I think I could be in your group." Crossing her arms over her chest, his words about her never being stuck in the dark kept repeating in her head. Good gravy... now I'll have to listen to his voice day and night until I someone else annoys me. She'd been doing quite a bit of research on the elements during her spare time and it clicked a little in her head. Didn't one of the books say something similar to that?
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 10:36 pm
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