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Jul 10, 2013 03:06PM
"What are you doing here?" Star spat angrily. She was not in the mood for this. The girl smelled strange, she smelled human and supernatural. Star quickly put down the thought."Who are you?" She quickly asked the girl that seemed strange.
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((When you say blank out, what do you mean? Like go all O_O kind of thing?))Axel was pin straight, not moving a muscle. Anger was bristling inside of him, filling ever inch of who he was. Star, it was Star. He really wished in this moment that he'd just killed her back in the alley while he had the chance. But now he was confused; what Vee had said barely made an ounce of sense and for some reason she sounded... scared. That was unusual. Either way, Star wouldn't last much longer in the room with him. He wouldn't wait to kill her longer than a few moments.
((Thought I'd comment there :) ))
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Star should comment...ugh...))
Star frowned at them both. "I hate you for hanging out with him no matter what you are." She said harshly toward the girl. "I will kill you!" She then spat at Axel. She was in no mood for this today, she even went to the classroom to get away from him.
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Star stared angrily at her. "He is a human. I have nothing against humans, but hunters I do have something against." She said, already changing into her dragon form. This girl seemed believable, but something was off about her, and Star quickly shook it off.
Axel winced, whispering to Vee before turning around, "I might have screwed up..." He faced Star but it really made no difference. If he could have seen her then maybe it would've, but he couldn't. "Get out Star." He seethed, not wanting her here at all. That was the one and only warning she would be receiving.
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Star was in her dragon form, but it was obvious she was confused. Someone that loved Axel? It just didnt fit together."Im not leaving. You have screwed up my whole week." She growled, obviously angry and confused.
Axel stood there, wondering what the hell was going on. "Uhh..." He had no clue how to even respond to any of this. What is happening? He asked himself, unable to put any words into his mouth. Axel was just as confused as Star was. But maybe a little more because it was happening to him personally.
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Star stared completely confused now. "What the...that makes no sense..." She mumbled. She now wanted to bite the face of the girl, she seemed like she was really sad about it, yet something was still strange,
Axel's eyes went wide in shock. Her... her virginity...? He couldn't believe a word of what he was hearing and could only make small noises that sounded like a baby babbling. For once, he was at a complete loss for words. ((Loooooool))
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Star stared at her." What the heck is this?" She said, still confused. Star wanted to burn both of them, they now just ruined her day. She shifted back, not knowing what to do. Axel looked more confused then her, which made her even more confused.
Axel was still in shock when Vienna ran out of the room. When he finally snapped out of it, he wondered where she went. Hadn't she just been beside him crying or something? Wait. What did she say to do? He asked himself and then remembered: chase after her. Right. He stumbled up from his chair, acting like he was incredibly angry which he didn't have a hard time with. He was already pissed. He stormed out of the room, whispering to Star before he left, "Thanks for screwing it up with my girlfriend, asshole."
Three legs she had, though one was a cane. A freshman, an old woman, a broken form she had. Rhiannon, though she answered to Mia, was a wind creature with great power and a homeland that placed high values in education. Just not local education. No, in fact she was from another dimension entirely, and was here to further her chances back home to pursue the Cold Front dream of becoming a mighty hurricane. Also, this school required history class. No biggie. She knew all about history. For example, the first time her people came to America was during the War of 1812. The men wearing red coats had burned down some city called Washington D.C., it didn't seem too important, displacing some men wearing blue coats. The winds had arrived just at that moment, their mass entrance prompting earth's lame, weak version of a hurricane. Oh, and a tornado in the same place. The redcoats, which they were called because of their attire, seemed a bit distressed by this for some inexplicable reasons. Rather than reacting with joy that they had discovered new sentient lifeforms, they began running away from the winds' greetings. Small things, like 90 mph wind speeds and 20 ft floods. Small gestures of affection to the little men.
Then again, if the younger ones had fragile forms like hers, then maybe those simple "hellos" could have killed those feeble, simple-minded humans.
History would be a breeze.
((Gah! 'History would be a breeze'. Punny. xD Back when I was in the 5th grade, I went to a War of 1812 reenactment-- and for about two years thereafter, was totally obsessed with the time period. Can't say I'm stuck on it now (kind of in an Edwardian phase), but that just made me so happy. :) ))Walking on the path to the cabin in the woods that contained the history classroom, Margot wore a sturdy old pair of sandals. She looked down as she made pace to observe the dirt between her toes that she had already felt by way of the touch receptors in her feet. Both the sensation and the sight made her smile. She had never been a stranger to humble, simple, even 'dirty' surroundings (in one or two senses of the word), so the brownish dust that kicked up and gently alighted on her cutaneous membrane made her feel at home. The surroundings themselves- the beeches, maples, and hickorys of the deciduous temperate forest, were likewise a familiar sight, as they too were among the predominate landscape of the Belgian countryside.
She felt odd, after the past week of keeping it always in sight, and the past three months of practically living out of it, not having her large and beat-up hiking backpack either pulling down on her shoulders or somewhere in sight. She would have started the school year at the same time as the rest of the student body if it weren't for her not having had the money to make the connecting flight to get here after arriving in America. She had used the rest of what she had had for bus transit, food, and motel stay, then settled down for two months working as a waitress (illegal, as per her visa) to pay her way across a few states and finally here. Somehow, not having the backpack on made a world of a difference. She still felt that she was on some immense journey, but the utter relief of weight from her shoulders created such a contrast that her body knew that she had reached a new chapter.
So backpack-less, a few books held loosely in her arms, a simple pencil and nearly-dried-out pen protruding from the pocket of her plain linen pants, she entered the classroom. Despite having already experienced seeing the stunning exterior of the main building, being enveloped by her majestic halls, even having an odd first-hour experience in one of her quaintly magical classrooms, the surrealistic yet certain antiquity of this room surprised and pleased the new Belgian student. After just a glance-- for needing to turn back around in order to shut the door behind her, that was all she was allotted-- a subdued smile came into being on her lips; it was the expression of the refreshment that the first sight of the beauty of this room brought her. She looked around at the classroom, mildly unsure of where to go. Instantly, her eyes fell on the old lady. At first she assumed that Mia was simply a teacher or observer, but after this split-second assumption gave way to legitimate, frontal-cortex information processing, she noted the school supplies and seat, and realized that this presumably old lady was indeed a student. But her thoughts lingered only fleetingly in this vein. Margot looked back down to the books in her arms and rifled through a set of papers, pulling out the transfer sheets that she would have to give to the teacher as an explanation for her presence in the already three-months established class.
((A bit presumptuous on my part, to go so far as to assume that your character has some form of school supplies. :) If she doesn't, I'll change it. ))
((Now I wish I'd thought to give her school supplies. I'm bad at setting.))Rhiannon stared up at the board to realize that she had never heard of any of these events. Crusades? Salem witch trials? Was that when witches took tests to get wands or brooms or... warts? She had studied numerous documentaries on inter-dimensional travel and magic on earth, from The Wizard of Oz to I can read about Dinosaurs, a book which seemed to be about the boring, non-fire breathing dragons. A new student herself, she was expected to write down everything she already knew about earth history in one-word parts.
1. Dirty
2. Wet
3. Violent
4. Green
5. Magicked
6. Visited
7. Life-supporting
8. Time-Dilation
9. Tornado-portals
10. Dragons-of-uselessness
Rhiannon glanced up at the student who had just walked in and watched confusion roll across Margot's face. Rhia tried to give off a reassuring smile, but it ended up looking like a creepy, old-lady smile.
Then she nodded at the desk to her left, the only vacant seat.
Maybe Margot would be like Batillus. Maybe she would meet someone who understood.
((Your character is just so quirky and amazing! I love it.))Margot hesitantly returned Rhia's smile, torn between interpreting it as friendly or alarming. In the end, she willed herself to take it as a kindly smile, albeit a slight feeling of apprehension toward the woman still remained. She shifted the load of books in her arms once more before walking gently to the front of the room and handing the slip to the teacher, who merely mumbled something about history being the key to unlocking reality and the necessity of responding to the stuff on the board, before turning away from her and burying himself in a stack of papers. Unperturbed, the Belgian pilgrim retreated to the seat left of Mia and sat down.
((Definitely power-playing the teacher. But really it can't be helped. Could we just spawn a generic teacher, subject to general control and thus not necessitating a profile, who is perhaps an axillary teacher to the one who already exists and thus would not create any tension...? ))
((I don't know why I'm being so obnoxiously verbose. Probably a symptom of that viral ailment that is by the masses of people who inhabit this part of the earth commonly referred to as the cold.))
((You are trying to sound like Mia.))((As for the teacher... we'll just say it's a substitute today.))
((Margot's a pilgrim?))
Rhia began telling Margot that they were currently on the topic of the Crusades and Salem Witch trials and other seemingly unrelated things, like the Spanish Inquisition and feeding people to lions for entertainment. The first one was about the long journey to find the first hurricane, she told Margot. The second was probably about the academy before this one. The second was about methods of teaching people Spanish over the ages, Mia reported wisely. The last, obviously, was a sacrifice to appease the Greek goddess of lions. These were predictions, Mia admitted, but her predictions were (assumed) right most of the time, as no one ever told her that she was wrong.
It came time to search for the answers in the textbooks, which Mia accomplished by blowing open the fortunately paperback book until the right page was reached. Adjusting her (possibly stolen) glasses, Mia read the page on the Crusades and decided that she had been pretty close.
((Ahahaha, it does sound like that. Though, that wasn't really my intent. @The teacher, sounds good. (See that tech-savvy use of symbols there? I'm so cool. :) ) Margot's a pilgrim in the sense that she is "a traveler or wanderer, especially in a foreign place" (dictionary.com). And I also wanted to make use of the connotation that the word pilgrim carries, that Margot is on a physical journey (over land) for the purpose of undergoing a more interior journey (growing, learning), a more spiritual journey (spiritual as in "of, relating to, or affecting the human spirit or soul as opposed to material or physical things"(Google definition).) I hoped to use the word as a characterization opportunity to give the feeling that Margot's perception of reality is often very attuned to the transcendental plane.))Margot listened to the old woman's long-winded explanations, nodding, her mouth sometimes a fraction open, poised to interject, hazel eyes sometimes registering mild surprise. She was proficient in English, not fluent; so at first she assumed that she was simply not comprehending what Mia was saying accurately. Then she began to realize that this was likely not the case-- as the stories were expounded on, it became clear to her that what she thought the old lady was saying really was what the old lady was saying. But she decided not to tell her. She would find out soon enough on her own, when she looked the subjects up in the book; so there was no need to cause her embarrassment. Somehow, she was beginning to warm up to the old lady, creepy and eccentric though she seemed. So rather than tune out the jabber and bury herself in her own work, she patiently gave her desk-neighbor her respectful attention.
And she noticed things. The errant information did not seem simply like the lapses in memory common to elderly people. In fact, it all seemed a little too detached from reality to have come from anyone brought up under any normal circumstances on earth. But it was not madness. Each explanation seemed plausible, if you were only going off of the words themselves, and had no prior knowledge of earth's history whatsoever. And the odd detail about 'the journey to find the first hurricane' did not escape her notice. However, she hadn't much knowledge of life forms other than humans and those commonly known to them, so the observations quietly tucked themselves in the back of her mind.
While on the one hand she knew that Mia was looking for an audience, on the other hand she didn't have any problem with that, so she didn't attempt to hide the mildly surprised and impressed look on her face at the grandiose book opening. She simply held down a stray paper on her own desk that was almost wafted away with the remnants of the magical breeze, quietly shook her head, and pulling out her French-English dictionary, set about to reading her own textbook.
((That was beautiful. But I have no idea where to go with it.))
((Well. What do we want to do with the rest of the class period? Are the students just to work on their own in the books until the bell? Is the substitute teacher going to begin lecturing? Is there an assignment they will need to complete and hand in?))
((All of these are plans that I do not want to go forward with but plans that would logically happen in a classroom setting.))
((What did you have in mind? I feel like ideally, we would have some sort of awesome plot threaded in and out of the mundane classroom operations, such that the class period's structure would serve basically as a jumping-off point for the main story to happen.))
((That would be excellent. Now we just need a plot.))
((Brainstorm?))
((Noun.))((Sorry, I couldn't resist! Ummm... Feline. Suffrage. Lamprophony.))
((Mental disorders! Thank you so much. They can suffer with mental disorders!))
((Expoundation necessary. (Expound/explanation. Made that word up just now.) ))
((Feline-> small brain (to make room for muscle) -> mental challenges -> Mental disorders.))
((So out of nowhere, we besiege our character's psychics with functional challenges to their brains???))
(( xD BUT that makes me wonder. What if we went BIG with this? We could slowly build, slowly build to something pivotal. Dealing with an enemy who quietly infiltrates, unnoticed, like a mental disorder. In the classroom.))
((Oooh! Okay. Exciting. I could just picture it: On the path to the history classroom, a subtle tingle of terror that zips down your spine, but you shrug it off. Nothing more for days, then a shadow behind a tree. Soon you begin to associate the spot with uneasy feelings. A month goes by, the spot on the path even bears it's own fear-ish nickname. Then you start hearing voices, strange thoughts, each day. Not just on the path anymore. In the cafeteria. In the halls. What is going on? What is happening to you? Fear takes hold. You doubt everything. Then you meet the man, the tall, dark-haired man, when you have reached the point where the whole world seems on end. He feeds the suspicions. He says he is your only ally. The whole school is against you. Don't trust the teachers. Don't trust the administration. Just do one thing for me, he says... Okay. That was a bit over-the-top dramatic. Probably not quite what we would want to do with him. But anyway-- What would Fear's goal be in infiltrating the Academy? ))
((Fear, or Phous, as his Ancient Name is, wants to frame a murder on the angels. The murder of the headmaster.))
((Oooooh-- that's good.))
((Are you kidding? You made art.Oh, why don't we make the substitute teacher Fear?))
((No, I'm serious! That is the perfect motive! It just clicks so neatly! We have an epic, tight plot coming together here, and that is art.Hmm, I wonder if we shouldn't wait just a bit to make him the sub, so that we can give him the proper introduction. The characters should have had some sort of foreboding feeling when they saw him the first time, or at the very least we should have given an inkling to his identity. If we go back and make him the sub now, it's like 'WWWWHHAAAMM!', a plot-slap in the face. Plus, we have to balance everything with our characters getting acclimated to the classroom, the school, their friendship/trust in each other building or at least growing and evolving. Which makes it a double plot-slap if we say that the current sub is Fear, because that would all be introduced at once. If we wait a bit, perhaps drop a few subtle details around that would gently foreshadow that a dark presence is entering the vicinity, have Fear replace the old sub (perhaps suddenly and slightly suspiciously), I think it would be neater. And the characters would have someone to compare him against (the old sub), and knowing each other better before the plot starts picking up could probably be a plus.))
((Okay. So... I still don't know where to go.))
((We should probably just end the class period. Assume that they work until the bell on what they're doing right now. We could do some stuff on the way out towards advancing the plot-- either between Mia and Margot, between Mia, Margot, and Fear, or between Fear and the current Sub, whom he is going to have to take out at some point. But being as Margot and Mia still have to continue their school days like normal people for the time being, we shouldn't do anything to rock their boats too much yet. We're still in exposition mode. We have to lay the groundwork before we shake it. ))
((Okay. So will they go to the cafeteria and eat lunchfoods with each other while Fear possesses here?))
