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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 8:08 pm
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SO YOU GOT A LETTER DID YA!?
Anyone familiar with Savages classroom would actually be surprised when they entered to find that in stead of the normal leaky class there is actually a beach. The class room seems to have lost its walls in endless beach and endless ocean! Did you walk through the right door?
Though if they are familiar with Savage this probably wouldn't be to much of a surprise with her love of the sea. For those who aren't familiar with Savage the whole set up must seem strange.
A trail of rubber duckies is left along side the beach. If followed it takes you straight to a semi beached half of a ship. A crimson haired woman is sitting on a chest full of the rubber duckies you just followed. She gives you a nod.
"So, you actually came." She gives you a wicked grin. "Your exam awaits you in there," She gestures toward the half of a ship. "Be careful though. Your objective is to survive."
OOC Information Center * RP your character swimming to the ship and adventuring in side (they may use the rubber duckies to aid them). It is very dark they won't be able to make out much of anything. * Feel free to rp amongst your self * Events will pop up with their own OOC information. Be sure to follow it. * If you did not receive a letter from Savage then your student DOES NOT belong here * Those who do belong are Renaissance, Junko, Jericho, Nuk, Colette and Christof* Follow normal rp rules.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 9:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 9:10 pm
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After they found Professor Savage and were told where to go, Ren stared at the ocean.
Stared for a very long time.
OH JACK WHAT IN HELL'S NAME HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?!?!
Luckily the pathetic inner wailing was...well, inner. So the others standing around him - namely Junko, Jericho, Christof, that Nuk dude, and a dark haired ghoul Ren thought might be named Colette, if he remembered correctly - couldn't hear his ridiculous panicking at the thought of attempting to swim in water; water that he had so far successfully avoided since returning from that disastrous field trip.
Oh, but he was panicking all right. Just not aloud.
Why did he decide to take his exams again?!
Ren took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly. It was just a little water, right? No biggie. Just a little water. Maybe a lot of water. Kind of sort of a bunch of water. A massive amount of water oh Jack he was going to drown and then he would die and never get to see his friends again and -
"JACKDAMMIT." Ren barked aloud, shaking his head. No, he was not going to think like that, he was not going to be some pathetic kitten. He'd worked long and hard for this, and he was going to pass this Jackdamned exam!
...but why oh why did it have to be in water of all places? In a ship? With a resigned sigh, Ren inched closer to the water. Then inched a bit more. One step. Two steps. Finally he was right near the edge. When he was close enough that the water lapped at his feet, Ren sighed, reached down, and slipped off his shoes. Swimming was bad enough, but with shoes on it would make things more complicated.
He dipped a toe in.
COLD. JACKDAMMIT COLD.
The toe was hastily removed. Ren stared out at the ship, wondering if it would be possible to fly over. But something told him that wouldn't be allowed. Miserably his eyes flickered back down to the water, then back to their Professor, sitting on the chest a few feet away.
I can do this. Just don't think about it. I can do this.
Ren gritted his teeth. Then he turned back to the water, clenched his hands into fists, and walked into the ocean.
It was only then that he remembered oh yeah I can't freaking swim very well.
Or at all.
...um, yeah.
With a sort of pathetic doggy paddle and lots (lots) of help from the rubber duckies Ren managed to half swim, half flop like a fish over to the boat. Once he was close enough to reach it, he grabbed the side, hauled himself into it, and praised Jack he was still breathing.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 9:22 pm
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Nuk had been rather pleased to have received a summons from Ms Savage. A little surprised, but overall pleased -- he'd never actually BEEN to any of her classes, but then again... he didn't go to most of his classes, so that wasn't a surprise. In fact, he wasn't even sure what she taught, all he knew when he'd signed up to potentially take her exam was that she was hot, and that if he took HER exam, he ran the chance of potentially being able to stare at her cleavage through the entire thing. Unfortunately for him, he would be in for a major disappointment. What he DIDN'T know about Professor Savage was that she was, in fact, a lover of water. Which wasn't a problem, generally, but she was also a fan of BEACHES, which meant not just water, but extensive spans of SALT WATER, and sand, and all sorts of unpleasant things that generally Nuk just didn't LIKE. Mostly because 99% of the things that came out of the ocean were not really Skinwalker-friendly. As a rule, it was difficult for skinwalkers to shift into anything cold-blooded, of which most sea-creatures were, but on top of that, even the mammals weren't very helpful. Scales and rubbery flesh were not conductive to being pelts.
On top of this, Nuk was... extremely prone to motion sickness.
The monster's expression fell a little with the first step out onto the sand, the grainy texture already getting between his toes even before he'd done anything, scowling a bit. "Great, I'mma have sand in my hair for a month," he muttered to himself, already trying to shake out his feet, as if to get it out from between his toes. It was during this ordeal that he first noticed one of the rubber duckies on the beach, accidentally having kicked one as he lifted his foot to shake it, pausing mid-motion to blink at it before bending down, picking it up. In fact, there was a trail of them... what the hell, this was getting weirder and weirder. Reluctantly, the boil followed the trail to where the attractive Professor Savage sat poised on her duckie-chest, listening for a second before turning to look over at the half-sunk boat.
"In there?" He repeated, skeptically following Jericho's swimming form with his eyes. Making a little face, he sidled up to the edge of the water, as if contemplating whether or not he REALLY wanted to be a second year or not, muttering to himself all the while. "Boats. Boats, why did it have to be BOATS. I hate boats, I hate water, I hate fish and scales and rubbery skin and... ACK."
At that point, a wave chose to thoroughly soak his toes, a little piece of seaweed left tangled around his leg. He half expected a little crab to be clinging to his pants leg. Cute, Ocean, real cute. Sighing a little, Nuk looked back out towards the boat before wading into the water, reaching his arms in long strokes to make his way out towards it.
"Dammit."
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 9:53 pm
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kuropeco rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:01 pm
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Well. Still breathing for all of two seconds, at least. Until Ren was quite suddenly dragged the hell underwater by a freaking tentacle thing. His shout of surprise (and fright for that matter) was drowned out by that fact, and all he caught was a mouthful of salty water. For a few terrifying seconds, Ren thought that was it, he was GOING TO JACKING DIE OH JEEZ -
At least until he was suddenly dragged upwards, thrust back up out of the ocean and dangled upside down above the boat. He coughed and sputtered, spitting out salt and a bit of seaweed, water spraying over the wood down below. He could see Jericho and Nuk in the same predicament, all three of them stuck in midair and held captive by some grinning octopus...creature...thing.
"WHAT THE EFF - "
Ren twisted his leg, attempting to free himself from the Jackdamned creature, yanking hard. In a last ditch attempt, he tried kicking at it.
Unfortunately for Ren, the creature didn't really appreciate being kicked, and suddenly Ren found himself airborne. He landed with a heavy thwack against the interior of the boat, letting out a few choice swear words in the process.
"Ow. "
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:05 pm
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:12 pm
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Sand? The beach stretched onward into forever as the hunchback lurched his way into what he THOUGHT was a classroom, but instead... his stomach clenched. Had... had they been transported back to that place?
No.. no it had to be an illusion. He lurched forward, tentatively testing the water with a boot. Hrnnn.... this did not bode well. The water, when tested more thoroughly with his hand, was ice cold.
More importantly, he knew, from experience, he was not the best of swimmers.
Well... well they had their instructions.
You had to Complete The Task At Hand. You had to. He watched as the other students who had gathered made their way into the water with less apprehension, although the griffin boy did not look pleased in the least.
There were tons of odd little yellow ducks, though, and with a quick experiment, he discovered that they definitely floated very well.
Hrnn...
He sat on the sand, letting the others go ahead of him as he carefully undid his boots, pulling out the laces. He set to work, gathering up duckies, binding them together with the laces until he had formed what could only be described as crude water wings, stripping off his shirt (anxiously, there were other students about,) and slipped them onto his mismatched arms.
Holding his breath, he marched in, shuddering as the cold waves hit him. Just... just keep going. The Igor's swimming method mostly involved flailing as hard as he could and hoping for the best. At least the make-shift water wings helped keep his head above water well enough.
Just because he was undead did not make the sensation of drowning any more pleasant. His lungs might not have come from the same person, but they needed air just like the next monster.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:19 pm
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Bilious rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 3:33 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 7:21 am
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Oh, exam time. The most assured time for Colette to be an anxious wreck. When she received her letter, Colette laid out all her nice clothes for that day and studied. She actually took the time to make lists of the human stages, that they used boats, and why. The Grim Reaper assumed literally that her exam would just be sitting down and answering questions. She couldn't have been more wrong.
When she arrived, she had indeed been confused at the state of the room. Prof. Savage's classroom was not a beach.
Where are the desks? The exams? Colette wondered if she had just lost it from her lack of sleep last night. Within the last two hours before actually having to get up, she woke up what seemed to be every ten minutes!
After eying the sight, she finally laid her eyes on Professor Savage and then the partially beached half-ship she was instructed to enter. A huge sigh of frustration came from Colette after that. Not just for having to swim in what nice clothes she had left, but for all that worthless studying she did before. Falling to her knees and crying "WHYYYYYY" up at the somehow present beach sky actually sounded appropriate. She did study, but she never thought it was actually enjoyable.
Colette stood at the ocean's edge and prepared herself. She would just run in and get going. She knew it was going to be just like a pool: always colder than expected. With a deep breath, the Grim Reaper ran into the water -- you could barely even call it running with the usual resistance of the water -- and started to doggy-paddle to her destination. Colette could see some weird creature with the other students, singing no less.
"Maybe if I just hurry up and get by while it's occupied I'll be left alone," she told herself. Colette only hoped it would be that easy and tried to doggy-paddle faster.
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