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 Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 9:15 am
~~~~Ballroom & Offices & Gatehouse & Simulation Room~~~
Note: There are working lifts and staircases between floors in the hallways to get from one floor to the other.
Ballroom - Academy Floor 4
(due to the high ceiling and two levels, it extends through Floor 6)
A vast room with draped curtains framing large windows on the sides with two levels. On the first floor, one side is an exit to a fairly sized balcony overlooking some of the academy grounds. The second floor is basically only along the sides of the walls, and people can survey the first floor from there. There is a smaller balcony leading outside on the second floor. The ceiling of the room is painted with the night sky. Chandeliers hand from the ceiling imitating stars. The largest of the chandeliers is in the center of the ballroom. Outside of the main ballroom, there is also a fancy reception area and waiting room.
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Offices of the Teachers - Academy Floor 4
A distance away from the ballroom area on Floor 4 is the area where the offices of the teachers are. All instructors besides the doctor and the headmaster hold their offices here. The assistant headmistress's office is noticeably messier and larger than the others. (The doctor's office is in the Medic Ward on Floor 1. The Headmaster's office is on Floor 6.)
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Headmaster's Office - Academy Floor 6
This is where Armand spends most of his time doing the administrative work and spying… erm, I mean scrying on people. The door to Armand's office is wooden, and on it is a nameplate with his name and position.
Inside the office is a large desk with a comfortable chair behind it. Behind the desk and chair is a large window with a good view of the estate. In front of the desk are two chairs. Off to the side is a smaller round table with two chairs. A few bookshelves line the wall filled with books or interesting curios. On the wall is a picture of the Nexus Academy and a latch holding a sword.
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Simulation Room – Academy Floor 7
This appears to just be an ordinary room.
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Connection Notes/References to Other Floors
- Floor 4: Gatehouse - Since the Academy building is a castle, there is traditionally a gatehouse that overlooks the front gate of the castle. This small area, which really is just three rooms overlooks the front gate so insiders can see approaching visitors. There is also a lever here for raising gates.
- Doors to Auditorium- There is an entrance to the Auditorium on the Floor 4 to the second floor of the Auditorium, the first balcony level. There are also other doors that lead to the box seats on the second floor level. The same goes for each respective level for Floor 5 and 6.
- Unused Living Quarters:There are rooms on Floor 4 and two towers that end with Floor 5 turrets. These are unused and not accessible.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 1:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 12:53 am
((And now, I declare SoP officially open! See below for the first contest!)) In his office on the sixth floor, the red haired headmaster, Armand Orion Parr, lounged in his chair, feet on his desk, one hand behind his head, and the other fiddling with a writing feather with ink freshly on its tip. On the headmaster’s desk was a parchment with some unreadable scrawl and what seemed to be a smiley with a tongue sticking out in the middle of the mess. It was truly quite an un-headmaster-like scene, but for this one particular headmaster, it was nary but a common scene. The magely headmaster sighed as he peeked at the beige parchment. Hidden beneath the scrawl, sometimes labeled chicken scratch for fun by other faculty, was a list of the students in the academy. Of course, there was another copy somewhere. Armand was sure Faraday had made sure of that because the uptight assistant headmistress didn't ever trust Armand with official documents. The start of the school year had been rather uneventful in the headmaster's eyes. As usual, the headmaster had given his annual welcome to the Nexus Academy in auditorium whether or not the students had finished moving in (They all had at least gotten their room keys though and thus discovered the note on their desks that said "Welcome to the School of Pranks"). Upon Faraday’s usual insistence to dress more formally and appear more seriously, Armand had donned the usual noble black majestic looking coat, which covered a nice shirt with a ridiculous ruffle neck tie. The coat was had a gold lining and the buttons were gold. His figure was covered partially by a long black cape just long enough for him to trip others with it … or himself. This year, the teachers had pranked him while he was giving that one speech where he had to at least try to sound formal. As he was introducing the Nexus Academy, several pots started their descent from the stage ceiling. Of course, he would have revenge on those teachers. “It is my erratic pleasure to welcome you to the one and only Nexus Academy as we begin together this wonderful new year at this campus. For those new to the Academy, you will find that your experiences will be exciting and of learning potential. For those of you naturals who are already acquainted with the Academy, do enjoy another interesting year and please feel free to mentor the new students. For those of you who do not know me, I am Headmaster Armand Orion Parr. Behind me—” CLANG POP CLANG. BANG. CRASH. He had paused with a curt grin at the students as the pots and pans collided with the ground loudly in cacophony. “…are the school staff: your teachers, the doctor, and assistant headmistress and you now know their names. I challenge you to pronounce their self pronounced names.” And so, he had left it to Faraday to do the rest of the speech, whether she liked it or not. In the mean time, the headmaster had returned to...possibly his office. The red haired goofball of a headmaster was not the easiest of people to track down. ------ Contest # 1: Best Entrance into the Roleplay
"Huh? Whatever. You stay on that side. I'll stay on this side. Got that?"
"Wait, I don't get it...why the pots?"
"Wait, what? What's School of Pranks? He just said Nexus, but the dorm desk says School of Pranks!"
Contest Rules!1. You get ONE intro post for Each character. So, if you have two characters, you get to post one intro for Char #1 and one for Char #2. They should not be interacting with each other since that would be unfair for people with only one character. (None of my characters will be participating in the event.) 2. Best intro post wins! 3. Remember to keep in mind how your characters are and the setting. 4. Locations: Pick one of these topics - Living Quarters- Castle Floors 1-3: Entrance/Classrooms/Auditorium/Dining Hall- Castle Floor 4, 6 - The Teacher and Headmaster Offices- Outside on Academy Grounds5. Possible Scenarios: (These are just sample topics. Just don't choose something too out of line.) - Moving In - Reaction to Headmaster's Welcome Speech - Similar first day experiences - Wandering around in Hallways Judging and Prizes1. To encourage everyone's participation, all members of the guild, whether they are or aren't already in the roleplay, will vote for the best introduction post. 2. Everyone who participates in the event will get a participation prize. I can't promise it will be an expensive prize. 3. The winner of the vote will receive a greater prize. The exact nature of the grand prize will depend on what I have in stock/gold. Do not worry. I am saving up! The grand prize should be more than 30k.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 1:42 am
 Now where could Mandy be...? Faraday wondered as she skipped along the hallways. She skidded to a halt when she spotted a student hanging glumly from the coat of arms that decorated the hall for no good reason. Nexus Academy didn't have a coat of arms, much less one on display, so there really was no reason for that rather unattractive and apparently dangerous piece to be there. Of course, Faraday had begged and pleaded for Armand to take it down (...she was too short, not that she'd admit it) but in typical Armand fashion, he merely laughed, barfed out some inane reason that it simply must stay, dear Fara, else how else will the students hang... from... it...
Oh.
With a sigh, Faraday marched up to the student. His eyes brightened when he saw her, as surely a teacher would help him down. Vengeance was out of the question, because pranks were a must here at the school. Only when pranks got out of hand did the teachers step in, do damage control, and slap some wrists.
"Heyyyyy, help me down, will ya?" he asked, eyes bright and hands clasped together in an appeasing manner. "I'm missing the welcoming speech!" Faraday rolled her eyes and stopped in front of him, assessing the situation.
"Believe me," she grunted as she used her hands to give him a foothold. "You're not missing out on much." The young boy was able to free himself and Faraday dropped him. He stumbled onto the ground, glancing up at her sheepishly.
"Er, thanks a lot," he said. He gave her an odd look before bolting down the hallway towards the auditorium. With a frown, Faraday watched him go, then turned to return to her journey to the center of the school - Armand's office.
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Having navigated her way to the sixth floor without any trouble, Faraday paused before setting foot on the floor she had dubbed "That One Floor She Really Hated" (c). Getting here was way too easy, he had to be expecting someone to look for him... And there was no way he'd leave any visitors unscathed, because that was just so Armand.
Steady, Fara, steady, she told herself as she eased out of the stairwell and onto the sixth floor. She crept down the hall, back pressed against the wall, pausing every few seconds to check if the coast was clear. So far so good. Slowly, Faraday made her way down the hall, Armand's door coming into view after several moments. Whew. Coast was clear. The assistant headmistress dropped her guard (big mistake) and began to walk normally, stopping in front of Armand's closed office door with a triumphant grin on her face.
Well, that is until she heard a deep grinding noise coming from the ceiling not far from where she stood. Glancing up sharply, Faraday's eyes opened wide in horror as a trap door in the ceiling opened to reveal a...
Cheeseball. A giant ball completely made of cheese. And how did she know it was cheese through and through? The holes. Whatever the case, the cheeseball was very huge and very much coming her way. Creaking (how?!), it tipped down and fell out of the ceiling, landing with a rumble and rolling down the hall.
Panicking, Faraday grabbed the doorknob, desperately working it back and forth but to no avail - it was locked. "Dammit, Armand!" she cursed, pounding on the door. "Open this door!" The cheeseball rolled closer. There wasn't much time left. Giving up on the door, Faraday dropped to the ground and rolled into the corner that formed between the wall and the floor, allowing the perfectly spherical cheeseball roll past without squishing her.
It disappeared down the corner, never to be seen again... maybe...
Still, Faraday lay frozen in the corner. Oh, cruel cheesy death had been so close... If she had been caught under it, there would be no more Faraday. No more awesome assistant headmistress to the rescue. No more Faraday to tame the mischievous red-headed shrew...
Armand.
She stood up, marched up to Armand's door and blasted it down with a foot (and the help of some fire power). There sat Armand behind his desk, looking like... well, Armand.
"ARMAAAAAAAAAAAAND!" Faraday wailed. "I could have been squished!" She marched morosely into the room and collapsed into one of the chairs opposite Armand - only to have the chair break into pieces, allowing her to crash onto the floor. Sniffling, Faraday stood up and sat on the other chair - which held her steadily. Somehow. Upon closer inspection, the chair didn't actually have any legs. Not that she cared. She was too busy whining at Armand (a regular occurrence) to care, eyes staring at him accusingly.
"Mandy, that wasn't funny! I could have been cheesed! And what if a student had come up here? There's no way cheese gets that huge and that round normally... Are you trying to blow everything?" Her eyes fell to the desk in defeat, only to see... a smiley face.
"...Armand, what is that?" Faraday asked quietly, all trace of whinery gone. In its place was menace and foreboding, with just a dash of impending doom. "Is that... the report that I asked you to finish? How..." Deep breath, Faraday, calm yourself... "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! IT TOOK ME HOURS JUST TO COME UP WITH A COPY THAT YOU ACTUALLY LIEKED AND THEN I HAD TO MAKE MOAR COPIES AND NOW YOU JUST RUINED THE OFFICIAL ONE!"
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Talon StarDrifter Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 7:11 am
((RP Event 1 is below)) The red haired fair skinned headmaster was only humming and flipping through random pieces of paper that appeared all to be empty except for random dots here and there as screams and yells and knocks and rolling giant cheeseballs sounded outside his office. There was nothing to be concerned about. He tilted his head as he put down the dotted sheets and then picked up another sheet with names on them. After more banging on the door and more rolling cheeseball sounds, the door flew to the side punted by a familiar Faraday and her familiar fiery fire. The assistant headmistress was correct when she saw Armand being the usual. The headmaster was leaning back on his chair, and there was a stick of candy hanging out the side of Armand's mouth like a smoke pipe. He raised an eyebrow as Faraday wailed and then flailed onto the floor after sitting down on a chair that clearly was labeled "Broken." "Hmm... no---""...Armand, what is that?......HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! IT TOOK ME HOURS JUST TO COME UP WITH A COPY THAT YOU ACTUALLY LIEKED AND THEN I HAD TO MAKE MOAR COPIES AND NOW YOU JUST RUINED THE OFFICIAL ONE!" Yeah, and then Faraday blew up on him. "Only a smiley face, Fawa! It was so sad and gloomy before!" Armand beamed with a large grin as he waved his hand nonchalantly, clearly understating the importance of the official copy of a very important document. "Ah, oh right. The slips have been given to everyone's mailboxes, correct? I think it's time for the lucky students to find their faculty mentors." He waved his hand as some megaphone looking thing appeared in the air. ...and a loudspeaker announcement came blaring through the air in the whole school, scattering birds from the bell tower and random other creatures scurrying about thanks to Armand's loud voice....and a mousy Faraday in the background. "Ladies and gentleman, teachers and students, Faradays and Issaryles and Nikrias and children, some of you lucky few students have won the lottery! Congratulations! In your mailboxes, if you are a winner, you will find an envelope! That means you get a lucky teacher as a mentor! Good luck and find your mentor!"With the announcement said and done, Armand looked at Fara. "Who knows, Fara? Maybe you have a lucky student too!" And unknown to Faraday...the loudspeaker had remained on, so whatever else she said would come through the loudspeaker to everyone's ears. ------ RP Event # 1: Double Trouble, Triple Tumbles, and Grumpy Groupies
"Puke? What kind of color is that?!!"
Ah, I'm your mentor it seems.
"Aww... I'm in the same group as you...."
"EW! PERVERT! Get away from me! Why am I in the same group as you?! Wait, you're not in my group!"
Event Tid bits!
Lucky lucky lucky! A couple of lucky students (namely everyone in the roleplay) in the school have been chosen to be matched with teachers to be in a mentor-mentee relation to help students get along and for some real small group training and experiences! Now, the question is, are you lucky or not?
Find your group members! Everyone has received a color in their pms. Now rp your characters trying to find their group members. Crash into each other randomly while fleeing or just in general. Go explore and get lost. Whatever. These groups will become important in the future, so you'd better get to know your group members well...or in some cases too well for comfort...
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 6:04 am
 [ I S A A C A R M I N E ]
Oh, you won the lottery alright... "Ah, this will be a joy..." Isaac thought, now leaning against one of the walls within the student mail room. The events that had occurred within the Auditorium demanded that he leave, before he started cracking the skulls of teachers and student alike. He had to admit though, the rain was a nice touch. It wasn't his, for he would never risk activating magic directly in front of the entire student body, but whenever Faraday was around he was willing to accept credit for it. Whatever ruffled her feathers was amongst the greatest types of fun in existence.
He was sure he left Estas with a stinging shin too. He had been fwapped with a cane, not very hard mind you, but Isaac was sure that it was enough to get his point across. Scaring the ladies.... Estas was a pervert, much like another student he saw on his way out. He didn't look very happy to be there though.
"Oh well..." he muttered to himself as he watched the flood of students enter the mail room to see if they were among the lucky. "Everyone please, once you've checked your mailbox get out of the way and let other students through. If you didn't get the letter, than please exit in an orderly fashion so no one is trampled. Also, don't feel bad if you didn't get a letter, it may be more trouble than you want..." Isaac muttered the last part with a bit of a grin. It was going to be quite entertaining.
"What group do I have again? Oh, right... Green as grass. Lucky little devils... Isaaryles... I think I like that word..." Isaac thought happily as he started to tap his cane against the floor rhythmically.
(I feel like all of my posts in here are far too short... Oh wells...)   --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"This may surprise you, but I was arrested in High School." - Pat Boone -
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 6:45 am
 [ A V E N T R R U B I E R ]
Run! Scurry!! Flee!!! Flee!!!! "Okay... Okay... Bad start... It'll get better." Aventr thought as he roamed the halls. He had learned and memorized quite a few of the back ways through the halls his first year. He didn't mind the other students, obviously, but he still preferred to have the ability to ghost through areas that were rarely traversed when he wanted to. Sure, they usually added some time, but since he could walk at his normal speed then rather than the impeded one with the crowded hallways, he felt it made up for it.
"I know it'll get better. It always does. This is going to be a good year!!!" Aventr was psyching himself up a little. It was that or cry at this point, so he felt this was a happy alternative.
When he had exited the Auditorium, he had done his best to blend in and then escape the main group with as few witnesses as possible. He wasn't sure what became of the girl that had decided to assault him with her chest, but he was sure that without him to support her she had likely fallen... Again.
It didn't help that there was someone else who had been yelling pervert, but they appeared to think it was someone else. It was a good a time as any to make his escape.
Arriving at the mail room, much less wet than the other people around him, he walked sluggishly to his mailbox. He had heard Professor Isaac, and he had noticed that there wasn't a single drop of water on the man. "Just check your box, and get the hell out..." Aventr thought as he checked. His face brightened the slightest bit with the appearance of the envelope.
"Awesome!!" Aventr shouted. He hurried to pick it from the box and open it up, slamming the mailbox closed as he did. His eyes shifted as he read what was inside. "Pig? Is that a pinkish color? Brown? Black? There's a lot of pig types..."
Pausing for a moment, Aventr shrugged. This was the headmaster's doing, so of course it was weird. Shouting and waving a hand, he called, "Um, pig group! Anyone else in the pig group?! I hope that doesn't imply anything..."
(Here piggie, pig, pig...)   ------------------------------------------------------------------
"Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please." - Mark Twain -
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:37 pm
 [ Lise Illumincroix >>> Second Year Student ]
Fortunately, Lise did not meet any more mishaps as she made her way to the mailroom although she did see some students either having fun or screaming as they slid through nearby hallways on a white water rafting expedition. Apparently, there was a LOT of water in some places.
Eventually, she reached the mail room in the school. It was crowded, and the teacher named Isaac was trying to be helpful. Lise had to fight to get to her mailbox. She didn't know why she bothered. She wasn't that interested. There wasn't a time limit, was there? If she didn't read the envelope in time, would she get pranked?
The blonde girl sighed as she reached for the envelope in her student post box. There was some advertisement about a Terrific Trixie in her mail too besides the envelope. Is it that voice from earlier? Lise thought as she looked at the "Trixie" name. She shrugged and then turned her attention to the envelope. As she opened it, she heard someone yelling about pigs and groups. That was just strange. Without giving it another thought, Lise looked at the piece of paper in the envelope. It said "Red." So, she was one of the "lucky" ones. She looked around. "Anyone in the red group?" she asked, although it was unlikely anyone would hear her because of the noise. Then, it hit her that the boy who yelled "pig" sounded like the pervert.
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Talon StarDrifter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 10:29 pm
Fara scowled heartily at Armand from across the desk, hands clenched into fists as she fought the urge to burn Armand's office to shreds. Wait. Was that right? Burn to shreds? ...Who cared? Certainly not the red-haired mage ruining her life. After all, he was the type to doodle on important documents, leave her hanging in the auditorium, arrange a trap so convoluted that it involved a giant cheeseball falling from the ceiling, and change the subject at a moment's notice, like he did now. He thought he was so crafty, redirecting her attention to the mailboxes and teams, but Fara knew wassup. In retaliation, the human-looking elf narrowed her bright green eyes and made Armand's stick of candy explode while he was talking, the tiny little shards of sugar flying every which way at a gajillion miles per hour. Several lucky shards wound up embedded in Fara's face and she silently fumed as Armand procurred some kind of megaphone that actually acted as a microphone that projected over the entire school via speakerphones causing several rainbow-colored sheep to roll out from beneath Armand's desk and glare at him reproachfully as they flew out the window....phone....
Sighing, Fara dusted herself off and listened to Armand's announcement, frowning at the more ridiculous moments like when he said "Issaryles and Nikrias and children" (as if that made any sense!). Though Faraday would be the last to admit to taking kindly to Armand's various schemes, she thought this particular event promised to be rather entertaining and hopefully accident-free. Pranks were a given, but Fara could always hope, couldn't she? ...Not that that would ever amount to much, not with Armand Orion Parr running this place.
Her? Have a lucky student? That wasn't part of the plan! "Me? Have a lucky student? That wasn't part of the plan!" Fara repeated out loud, folding her arms in a fit of mild annoyance. The doodle was forgotten for now and really, it wasn't that big a deal as Fara had made three copies, just as she did every important document should something like this happen; actually, something like this always happened so her madness had much method to it. Fara just liked to explode at Armand because if she didn't, she would literally explode what with all that frustration bottled up inside her. "Besides, I've already got an apprentice in mind... Oh! Lucy said to say hi and he wants to visit soon. I'll be sure to have the DPS on call, just in case you get any big ideas." Armand always got big ideas. They always went awry. And never very pleasantly. And usually at the worst possible time. And always ending with someone covered in strangely sentient slime.
Fara turned the subject back to the mentors and mailboxes. "Well, this will be entertaining, at the very least," she sighed, her words hardly matching her mood. "I doubt they'll figure out their teams very soon, at any rate."
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 12:04 am
Effortlessly hiding his trepidation with a facade of disinterest, Eli entered the mailroom within a few minutes. There were many students milling around, checking their mailboxes only to turn around with either expressions of excitement or disappointment. A teacher stood nearby, as if to regulate the students and get a steady flow of teens in and out of the mailroom, though he wasn't very successful. Students were opening their mailboxes, getting their group colors and just loitering, trying to find their teammates despite the already crowded room. With a sigh, Eli forced his way into the crowd, easily pushing the much smaller students out of his way, his large frame a sturdy battering ram, the repelled students bouncing off him and crashing into each other and the mailboxes. If they gave him dirty looks, he either didn't care or didn't notice. He was too busy opening his mailbox, tossing a flyer over his shoulder and giving the brightly colored envelope in his mailbox a dirty look. The envelope ripped easily beneath his long fingers and revealed a tiny card with his name and team color on it.
"...Ruby?" he intoned. A frown settled itself on his face like a vulture on a thin branch. Other students were spouting colors like pig - which wasn't even a color - and red, which sounded like ruby. Did that mean there was a group called red and another called ruby? Or were they supposed to team up given their similar colors? Eli turned to face the short blond girl who'd just spoken. "You have red, right? I have ruby.... Does that mean we're on the same team?"
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Talon StarDrifter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:20 am
 [ Lise Illumincroix >>> Second Year Student ]
Momentarily, an angry assistant headmistress voice sounded through the school. It was from whatever sound magic system or nonmagic system the school had. Faraday was yelling about students, plans, apprentices, and Lucys. The second year female student had absolutely no idea what Faraday was going on about. In fact, she was pretty sure Faraday wasn't supposed to be broadcasting what she said to everyone. What did Faraday mean by entertaining? That everyone was confused?
Lise sighed, but her ears twitched as another blonde guy with long hair turned to her and inquired about her color. "Yes, red. Ruby? I don't know. They are both reddish..." Lise remarked as she glanced around. Everyone else seemed to be equally confused. "How many people are on a team?"
((Short post! Ky, you cursed me!))
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:03 am
((Headmaster Armand Orion Parr))
"Hmmm?" Armand mumbled as the stick of candy in his mouth went KABOOM courtesy of a certain Faraday who just had to defy the Faraday of physics. The headmaster didn't mind the exploding stick of candy....well, except that the portion inside his mouth also exploded, sending shards of spiky sugar delights into the fleshy soft insides of his mouth. "Ow, such a sharp attitude today!~" Armand sang in a tone that might have included a wince, yet a smile still remained on the red head's face. The candy had somehow covered everything in the room with a thin layer of sugar, making everything sugar coated. "Fascinating, Faraday! You've never been sweeter either!" Apparently, there was enough sugar from a stick of candy to cover the whole room and make it seem as if it was "snowing".
Meanwhile, Armand was healing his mouth and healing Faraday as well even though she would never admit it, though she expressed her gratitude in the strangest of ways: by stuffing rainbow colored sheep under his desk and attempting to make her own parody of "Nyansheep" instead of "Nyancat". The sheep nearly made Armand lose his balance as they rolled around in a similar manner to Haka rolling around in people's hair.
"Lucky student? Why not? Oh? We had a plan?" Armand's eyebrows twitched up and down as he made an innocent face. "Of course it shall be entertaining. Maybe the first teams that celebrate their triumphant new camaraderie may be in for a nice surprise. ........ oh dear, Fara! The speaker is still on! Oh, no, now they know the secret!" There was suddenly a loud click as the "speakerphone" was turned off.
Armand turned his attention back to Faraday and folded his sugar coated hands neatly on his sugar coated desk. The man's red hair seemed almost to be tinted with some white, and he appeared to almost look like a younger Santa Claus. "DPS? No need. Last time, they trampled you and you still want to call them? You miss Lucy already? He was only here last week! You know how the gates go." It was policy not to allow visitors through certain gates due to stability reasons. "Ah, but this apprentice! So, who's the lucky one?" Armand's face was all smiles and was looking at Faraday as if she knew the answer to everything....
((Sorry, Tal. Was short on time, so here you go. Shorter than I wanted.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:51 am
 heart Professor Aiden heart Aiden some how managed to swim his way out of the creamy mess from the stable barn, and although he had managed to hose most of the sweet pie off of himself, he still felt stickly and tasted of sugar when he licked his lips or his hands, "a real bath would be nice right now" he said entering the student mail area with a slight clippity clop noise, "oh nuts, now i find out where everyone is when i was hoping to find... Pig? what does pig have to do with colors?" he said walking to the young man who began to shout and wave his hand and paper about, "Now pink, My color is an actual color, you my friend have probably already been pranked?" Having not been present when Armand and Faraday had made their announcements he did not know that there was a slight trick to the different assigned colors that people were getting. " but considering no one here seems to have any real color matches i shall take you under my wing!" being generous he wrapped an arm around the boys neck and pulled him close, waving his own paper in the air, PINK AND PIG HERE! ANYONE ELSE PINK AND PIG!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 10:46 am
 Fourth year Ember Ember was already tired of the day, waking up with a massive hangover, not even aware that she had had something to drink the day before, "if that was someone's idea of a joke it wasn't funny" she grumbled her irritation fueled by the coat of water she was tring her best to wring from her soaked crimson hair. "i knew today was going to be a bad day she sighed and reached for her mail box, opening it slowly just in case some one decided to entertain themselves a bit more with her misery. The mail box luckily was void of any prank like material, merely the letter that the head master had told them of over the announcements, she heard people shouting out colors behind her, good god i hope i dont have pink or pig she said looking back to see a tall red head wrapping his arm around some blonde kid, before looking to her letter as she opened it, "Purple" the color was written in big shining letters "Purple isn't even a color
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 11:49 am
 Professor Nikolai D. Krane
Nikolai had very narrowly avoided being pranked by multiple unnamed students the day before; his time in the circus gave him an edge against many of his students. He danced his way down one of the hallways and looked at the paper in his hands. "Dark blue... So boring, I much prefer midnight blue. How to find people with dark blue for their group... I wonder..." Nikolai hummed to himself, his headphones hanging around his neck, playing a tune that was, as far as he was concerned, quite enjoyable. He continued dancing down the hall way looking at the paper for a minute before saying, "I suppose there's nothing else for it... Dark blue! anyone else have dark blue for a color?" Nikolai spun around and did various dance moves that he learned in his travels. He was making a spectacle of himself, but that was the idea, to get people's attention. That and he really could have cared less about how much of a fool he looked like. His suit was different than what everyone else wore, and he knew that that alone would be enough to draw eyes as he danced his way towards the mail room. Grinning like a madman he slipped inside and once again asked, "Dark blue anyone? Anyone at all have dark blue?" He was sure some students probably would have prayed that they didn't get dark blue at that point, but he figured he'd find the ones that did eventually.
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