Not much is known about Kuoh Academy, other than the fact that it was originally an all-girls private school. At some point before (when the old school building was still in use at that time) Kuoh Academy changed into a co-ed school and the new school building was made.
The Kuoh Academy has several division such as the primary division, high school division and college division.
The high school division of Kuoh Academy has multiple annual events such as the Ball Tournament, Sports Day, School Trip for second year students and School Festival.
Kuoh Academy boys' uniforms consists of a black blazer with white accents over a white, long-sleeved button-down shirt with vertical linings, a black ribbon on the collar, matching black pants, and brown dress shoes.
Kuoh Academy girls' uniform consists of a white long-sleeved, button-down shirt with vertical linings, a black ribbon on the collar, a black shoulder cape and matching button-down corset, and a magenta skirt with white accents.
Both of the uniforms' dress shirts also have short-sleeved versions for spring/summer; for the boys, without the blazer, while the girls, without the shoulder cap.
For gym, the uniforms consist of a white t-shirt with navy blue accents with the Kuoh Academy emblem embroidered on the front, left side, navy blue bloomers (for girls) or shorts (for boys), and navy blue and white sneakers. For colder climates, the girls wear a pink and white tracksuit with black accents, while the boys wear a grey tracksuit with identical features.
Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 12:51 pm
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Lamia couldn't very well let her kouhai pass up an opportunity to snag an easy contract. Honestly, she would've had this one by now. What the heck was it with this generation? Could you really blame everything on onset E-ADD? No, no, that's not right...
At one point Lamia actually had her hand on her chin as she walked with Melanie and Setsuko to the conveniently inconvenient ladies' room. It made her look even more adorable. Like if Kate Upton got into Philosophy. Now that, she thought in full meta, was something worth seeing.
"So, I don't think I caught your name back there," she started casually. She like Melanie's enthusiasm, but this could also be a good learning experience.
Setsuko followed a little distance behind the two as they entered the bathroom and went straight into the stall, locking the door behind her and sitting down to begin her business. When one of the seductive girls asked a question Setsuko swallowed and tried to relax herself. "I....Ichiyusai Setsuko... I'm Pre...President of the Ma... Manga Club."
Melanie Du Coteau Sacred Gear:Vritra's Tail: Devil's spine.
Stealthy, strong, long reach and flexible. The black dragon's tail was one of it's many deadly assets. The tail itself is a wonderful yet terrible weapon. You see, the tail feeds on the host's spine until it completely devours it and takes it place. This not only grants the bearer full use and potential of this gear, but if the tail breaks... well you may get an Idea of that would happen to your body.
It it said that the tail holds a personality of it's own, vicious and vindictive, it requires constant dotting and spoiling to keep it at bay. Legend tells Vritra made people squirm and screech their lifes out of their lungs to ease it's tail and lead it to a tranquil slumber.
"Ichiyusai Setsuko eh? What a lovely name dear." Melanie giggled, waiting for her little prey to attend mother nature's call. On the mean time she held Lamia's body from behind, embracing her silhouette. With her adorable display, Laura was just as alluring as Setsuko was. Melanie couldn't have enough of any of them. With her arms content, the redhead smiled while hearing her two new favorite persons in the entire world discuss. Learning a little about the manga club while at it.
Lamia flipped around and gave Melanie a look which said "touch me again and I'll touch you!" Now that was promising! For one of them at least. Ah, hell, both of them. It wasn't like Lamia to be the submissive one. For a moment she actually let it get to her. Sure the act was fun, when they were alone, but in company it was really humiliating. "President, huh? That means you're the boss... But why so shy? Your work isn't that bad, you know. With some help from my mom you'd be breaking the internet with your manga in no time." Lamia's voice was warm, it floated over the stall walls and invaded and then pervaded Setsuko's being with its effervescence; the type of ethereal speech only afforded to the pheromonal wonder that is the Succubus. Melanie wouldn't do it, so Lamia decided to start putting this one under her spell. Say good night!
Hearing the voice Setsuko began to relax a bit more. "I... I don't like confrontation....And I'm only the president because I'm the only member." She didn't know why she was telling her this. It was like when the red hair had held her, she just found it hard to say no. Was it nerves? Or something else?
Melanie Du Coteau Sacred Gear:Vritra's Tail: Devil's spine.
Stealthy, strong, long reach and flexible. The black dragon's tail was one of it's many deadly assets. The tail itself is a wonderful yet terrible weapon. You see, the tail feeds on the host's spine until it completely devours it and takes it place. This not only grants the bearer full use and potential of this gear, but if the tail breaks... well you may get an Idea of that would happen to your body.
It it said that the tail holds a personality of it's own, vicious and vindictive, it requires constant dotting and spoiling to keep it at bay. Legend tells Vritra made people squirm and screech their lifes out of their lungs to ease it's tail and lead it to a tranquil slumber.
The redhead continued holding onto her dear demoness until Lamia gave her that look. Frozen by an instant she would then replie with a devious smirk which said "You better..." Hearing Setsuko's side of the story, Melanie paused for a moment. "Well dear, If you wouldn't mind. I would like to apply... I've heard of ... people who might get interested in join with the right persuation... what do you say Dear? " She asked with a soft sweet voice, not as alluring as Lamias but it still held it's charm.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 10:31 pm
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"Oh, that does sound like fun, Sempai!" Lamia was now sweet again toward Melanie. If nothing else she was going to pull the poor beginner's mind like taffy.... Mmm... Taffy.
The spell seemed to be working as the super-introvert came out of her shell a little. "I won't lie, a part of me always wanted to be like mom," and she didn't, "so I think I'd actually like to come to at least one of your meetings." She thought about it for a moment, moving over to the mirror to mess with her hair. This freaking human hair... It just doesn't obey like demon hair does.
"Hey, I got an idea. Everyone's at the festival, right? Let's go check out the club room... That is if you don't have anything better to do, Setsuko."
"You...You would?" For once Setsuko's voice was in the normal range of hearing making it clear she was excited. This was great! If she could get these two to join she'd have almost enough members to keep the Manga club afloat. Finishing up and stepping out the stall Setsuko quickly washed her hands. Stepping out she smiled happily at the two "That would be great." With such good news all thoughts of fear and doubt had left Setsuko's mind.
Melanie Du Coteau Sacred Gear:Vritra's Tail: Devil's spine.
Stealthy, strong, long reach and flexible. The black dragon's tail was one of it's many deadly assets. The tail itself is a wonderful yet terrible weapon. You see, the tail feeds on the host's spine until it completely devours it and takes it place. This not only grants the bearer full use and potential of this gear, but if the tail breaks... well you may get an Idea of that would happen to your body.
It it said that the tail holds a personality of it's own, vicious and vindictive, it requires constant dotting and spoiling to keep it at bay. Legend tells Vritra made people squirm and screech their lifes out of their lungs to ease it's tail and lead it to a tranquil slumber.
As the mood sweetened, the redhead would follow Lamia towards the mirror to snatch a kiss from her cheek when the adorable demoness spoke about joining as well. Embracing her body for a brief second to tease her a little. Then it happened, Lamia had suggested a wonderful idea. Why not exploring the club? "Sounds good to me, it would help us get used to the instalations as well. What do you say Setsuko san... or should I say, Setsuko sempai?" Asked Melanie with a sweetened voice, looking at the door while still holding onto her dear demoness.
"Okay. I'll take you to the club room then." Setsuko was really happy. With any luck the Manga club would be back on its feet in no time. Grabbing her bag Setsuko led the way upstairs and along a couple corridors to a small room on the top floor. She pulled a set of keys from her pocket and fumbled through them. "Sorry, I have to keep the room locked when it's not in use. Some of the drawing tools are a bit expensive and belong to the club." She smiled nervously, she was so excited now.
Melanie Du Coteau Sacred Gear:Vritra's Tail: Devil's spine.
Stealthy, strong, long reach and flexible. The black dragon's tail was one of it's many deadly assets. The tail itself is a wonderful yet terrible weapon. You see, the tail feeds on the host's spine until it completely devours it and takes it place. This not only grants the bearer full use and potential of this gear, but if the tail breaks... well you may get an Idea of that would happen to your body.
It it said that the tail holds a personality of it's own, vicious and vindictive, it requires constant dotting and spoiling to keep it at bay. Legend tells Vritra made people squirm and screech their lifes out of their lungs to ease it's tail and lead it to a tranquil slumber.
Melanie walked right behind Setsuko while holding Lamia's hand. "This should be interesting." She commented with a giggle. [Exit]
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ Daring the school was, a uniform designed to reach out to the young females and males of the school. It wasn't particularly Rin's favorite thing to wear, it wasn't what she'd wear if she had the choice but alas, it was her last year wearing it. Rin smiled, her blushed lips pursing themselves as she began to whistle a soft tune, her voice vibrantly filling the space known as the entrance. Rin was unaware to the fact that she had softly started humming the tune, her eyes closed, losing herself in the musical she was remembering. "Are you going to Scarborough Fair... Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme... Remember me, to one who lived there... She once was..." opening her eyes, she saw a crowd, her heart fluttering to the thought that people had stopped to listen to her sing. Rin knew her voice was sweet and that she could sing in-tune. It was something that she held close to her, the passion for music. Softly exhaling, she finished the number. "A true love of mine..." she sang, her smile exuding vibrant joy. She turned around and walked away. Although the academy was her location, she found herself wanting to go some place, where she was wanted, not needed. [exit] ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
【Weather: Clear skies】 【Feeling: Relaxed】 【Out of Character: No idea where to post so why not at the academy right? o-o】
Abilities [Type] - [Ability Name] [ - [Here insert what the ability does] - ]
[P assive] - [Empathetic Weather Manipulation] [ - Although Rin doesn't know that she has the ability, she can passively change the weather in a general area using this ability. Although it works passively, the conditioning for each of her emotions are very clear. - ]
The next day Lilith returned to her normal routine of teaching and pretending to give a crap about the kids at this school. She didn't quite know how seriously she should take what happened last night, or for that matter how much they actually knew about her nature, but there were certain accords in the pact which should be upheld regarding secrecy from humans. These penny-ante suits wouldn't screw up her thing with the alliance if she could help it!
The breeze carried a tabloid to her ankle as she walked up to the building. She grabbed it to throw it off her when some image of last night caught her eye. "MYSTERIOUS BUSINESSWOMAN ENTERS MAYORAL RACE!' it read. "... That was quick." Freaking computers. I wish everything was back to abacuses and hand-written letters!
