• This section is for roleplays only.
    ALL interest checks/recruiting threads must go in the Recruit Here section.

    Please remember to credit artists when using works not your own.

Fantasy HoaTT: The Final Hour (Reboot)

Lucem

Ten Thousand Club
Since their creation, Humans have always been the dominant force on Earth. With their vast intelligence and overwhelming potential, it seemed as if nothing could ever come close to them or the progress they've made. However, lurking in the hidden corners of the world, something else existed. In the shadows and beneath the seas, there existed extraordinary beings that had filled children's bed time stories and plagued the nightmares of others, their presence on the world thought to be fictional and mere myths from folktales. To the Humans that both feared and denied their existence, these beings were known simply as Monsters.


While Monsters had been hidden for years and kept their lives a secret from the Humans that filled the world, not all were content with the situation. There were those that preferred a life of secrecy, but most of their kind sought greener pastures. With two conflicting opinions about what should be done, arguments ensued for an extended period of time, When both cases had been pleaded, a decision had been made regarding their way of life. They would put an end to their lives of hiding and reveal themselves to the world in hopes that they could live among the Humans freely and without prejudice.


On October 3, 2003, Monsters jointly revealed themselves to the world. At first, they did not know what to expect. For years they had seen how Humans reacted to each other, often in an unpleasant manner, and that was against their own kind. It was a large gamble to show themselves and there was a worry that the attempt at unity would end in failure. However, it would seem that they would, for the most part, have worried for nothing.


Contrary to what they had initially believed, the majority of Humans were willing to acknowledge their existence. In the beginning, there was fear and uncertainty, but upon learning more about the Monsters, they came to accept them. Like Humans, there were Monsters that were good and those that were bad, unlike how they had been portrayed as vicious creatures of the night in works of fiction.


In the time that followed the reveal of Monsters to the world, a conference would be held by the United Nations to make the newfound peace official. A treaty would be made between both Monsters and Humans to ensure their relationship would remain a positive one. This would be achieved by creating a place where the young Monsters of the world, regardless of species, would come together in order to learn how to associate with Humans, as young people were sensitive to the recent changes and would require help. When they would complete their education they would be integrated with Human society and leave the place they would have learned for four years. This place would be known as Ishika High School, or to the Human population, The High School of a Thousand Terrors.


[First Class]




Main_school_building.png



In the first Autumn following the construction of Ishika High, the first school season would commence. Hundreds of Monsters from around the globe, whether beneath the seas or in the deserts of Egypt, would come here and begin their education. Regardless of their reasons for attending, the goal that was desired for them was the same for all. For a minimum of four years, these students would learn in the hopes of being able to become a productive member of society and live out a happy life in this new, unified world.


In the beginning of the year, there were many bumps when it came to the students. Never having been in such a strange environment, progression was limited. In some way or another, each student held a sort of awkwardness. There were those that couldn't utter a single word and there were others that had personalities that bordered on insanity. It was a troublesome period, but it was expected to some degree, as this was the very first year.


As time went by, things began to look up. For most, the initial awkward period had passed somewhat and the interactions had gone much smoother compared to the beginning. Friendships were formed and classes had been going well for the most part. Students were able to discover their hidden talents as they studied the usual curriculum found in Human schools, as well as activities that were able to broaden their horizons. However, while things had improved around Ishika High, issues still arose.


As students became less reserved and more outspoken, conflicts between each other would surface. There had been several fights throughout the year and despite the faculty's efforts to contain them, the friction would remain in the aftermath. Despite these unfortunate happenings, nobody was ever truly injured and the positive changes were able to shine through. Students continued to do well amongst the chaos and major incidents had been avoided. However, an unfortunate event would rear its ugly head.


Within the coming weeks, the usual chipper atmosphere had been tainted after the attempted murder of one of the school's students. The assailant was unknown and the motive was shrouded in mystery. In addition to the damage to the student, the incident posed a threat to the school itself. If news of the event were to leak to the public, it was likely that the Ishika High would be shut down and destroy everything that the school had worked for up until that point. However, such a disaster was able to be avoided due to unusual circumstances.


Somehow, no student or faculty member was aware that the attack had occurred and nothing was reported. The very student involved had disappeared altogether and hardly anyone took notice of their sudden vanishing. Nothing would be known until a few months later when the school would be covered in a veil of snow for its first Winter.


Months into Ishika's first year, things had improved dramatically. Students were not only doing well in classes, they were doing well with each other. Being in close proximity for several months had allowed them to form closer bonds and everyone was able to understand one another to some degree. News of the school's success spread far and wide, creating an influx of students. Amongst the new faces, the previous student from the attack so many months ago had made a reappearance and was able to inform the faculty of the incident that had occurred.


With several new students and achieving success by helping them grow, Ishika received a glowing reputation and garnered increased attention from the public. While there would be constant events in the school that were at the peak of ridiculousness, things couldn't have been better. The grand dream was becoming a reality and would soon have even more reason to celebrate. After four long years of hard work and dedication, the very first class would graduate and venture out into the world, on the path to a greater life.


[Graduates]




%2818%29.jpg



It had been years since the first batch of students had made their way into the world and began their adult lives. Some had gone on to be a great success and some had even managed to start families. Of course, there were those that had suffered great hardships from when they were still in school, but they managed to live on and continue on the path that they had worked so hard to get to. For the most part, things had been well over the years. However, beyond the previous students, the world itself was suffering from larger issues.


Over the years, anti-Monster sentiment had risen amongst Humans. There had been large protests against the current integrated society and numbers had increased compared to when these feelings were expressed by a less vocal minority. What caused the sudden spark of outcries against living with Monsters was unknown, but the current social issues certainly posed a threat to the peace that they had been trying to achieve for so many years.


Amongst the protestors, the most influential were those that worked for the large corporation known as Opess. The company had a stock in almost every industry imaginable and held a large amount of power, preventing them from being held accountable for their actions. While their protests were peaceful for the most part, the group itself was shady, especially its boss. Mundus Stilio was a young man that had an interest in keeping Humans safe, which drew people in. Besides being overly cheery and childish, he didn't seem very strange or cruel. However, there was always something suspicious about him.


In an attempt to keep their spirits high during these troubling times and raise the morale of those that worried about what was to come, Ishika High organized its first reunion for the first graduates to come out of the school. The idea seemed to prove effective, bringing together old friends that hadn't spoken to each other in years and allowing them to catch up on their lives. The event appeared to accomplish the goal of distracting others from the problems that plagued their minds and they were able to return to their daily lives free of worry. This period would be short lived, as strange occurrences began to pop up throughout the world.


The first event to take place would be a sudden earthquake that stretched across the world. While the tremors didn't necessarily cause large amounts of damage, the fact that it happened at the same time for everyone and that it lasted for a very brief time was strange. While this was odd enough, something else had occurred at the same time, or rather, this had been the exact cause. Unbeknownst to everyone, something had arrived. More specifically, someone had been brought to this world.


While this newcomer would remain silent for a time, a tragedy would strike. For several weeks, reports of murders involving the staff of Ishika High School would spread like wildfire. Nothing was known about the incidents aside from the identity of the victims. Being left in the dark about such frightening events created a panic and the situation quickly began to spiral out of control. Allegations against those that protested against Monsters began to spread, creating increased conflict with Humans. This would continue to escalate passed simple arguments and into violence.


Humans soon to began to riot when the deaths of several of their own kind were reported. Naturally, the blame shifted towards Monsters and things grew even more heated. The Opess corporation began to demand that these creatures be dealt with in order to keep Humans safe. With a seemingly noble cause and a large demographic, another conference organized by the United Nations would be held to discuss the possibility of war with Monsters, a contrast to the last one that was held to bring peace. It seemed as though there was little hope for the world, but in this time of darkness, a shining beacon hope would appear in the form of those that had grown as a result of the dream of peace. The graduates of Ishika High would have the opportunity to make things right with the help of the one who had been brought to this world.


Coming into contact with the graduates. the mysterious stranger revealed to them that he came from another universe entirely. Where he came from, Ishika failed in its early stages and the peace between Monsters and Humans was fragile. It wasn't long before the two engaged in what came to be known as World War III. In the war, both sides had suffered heavy casualties, neither able to be considered a winner. Civilization as they knew it had been destroyed and fallen under the influence of a new dictator who had caused the world's apocalyptic state. The one responsible was Mundus.


Mundus Stilio was a persona that had been created in order to live amongst the Humans and spread his influence of chaos. In actuality, Mundus was a Monster himself, but nothing like anything that had ever been encountered before. Before creating the Human Mundus, he lived as Jormungand, also known as the World Serpent. Since the beginning of time, Jormungand had served as the one that watched over Earth and saw to it that things remained stable. Cursed with immortality and the burden of watching over time for all eternity, he freed himself after ages and sought to break the never-ending blandness of life. Nothing ever changed and he sought to change the cycle. As Mundus, he would make an attempt to create discord, but without a physical form where he could interact freely with the world, he would be unable to fully manipulate the world that he had been a slave to. For this, he would need a suitable vessel.


The man had went on to explain that with Mundus' position as the World Snake, he held power over time and space, allowing him to communicate with alternate versions of himself throughout what was known as the multiverse. Throughout several universes, there had only been one that came close to achieving that goal, the one where this man came from. With the knowledge obtained from his alternate self, this world's version set out to steal the vessel for himself, taking the victory away from anyone else and destroying that world in the process. This man was that vessel, a Monster that was compatible enough with Mundus to provide him with a physical form. With his world gone, he was now here.


With the knowledge they had obtained, the graduates set out to stop Mundus in an attempt to save their world from meeting the same fate. The task would by no means be simple, but they had faith that they would prevail. On the final day of the year, the battle had begun.


Their attempt to stop Mundus, as expected, was tough, but more so than expected. His influence had spread to many and the obstacles in their way never ceased. Succumbing to exhaustion, they would fail and fall into the hands of the one they had come to defeat.


With the graduates defeated and Mundus fully intent on eliminating what were now broken toys, their deaths seemed imminent. However, as their time on Earth was about to come to a close, they had been saved, but at a cost. The one from another world had sacrificed himself in order to prevent the others from falling. He had no regrets as he died, glad that his death was able to give this world a chance.


With his vessel now dead, Mundus became enraged at the fact that his plans were now foiled. Gathering all the power he had at his disposal, he obtained a physical form for a brief moment in an attempt to destroy the ones that had gotten in the way of him achieving what he had dreamed of for so long. However, his attempt would yield no results, as the graduates took advantage of his physical state and succeeded in slaying the threat to their world.


After Mundus' defeat, the conflicts between Monsters and Humans had been brought to an end, the war avoided. In order to celebrate the victory that had been achieved and to create a symbol of peace, Ishika High School was rebuilt after having been destroyed. The future was bright once more and peace had finally become a reality.


[New Beginnings]




20121025020318%21Main_school_building.png



In a new world, Ishika High School has just been opened and is intent on making it's first year a success. With Autumn approaching, students will soon arrive and take their first steps on a path to knowledge and understanding. If all goes well, those that graduate will integrate with society without issue and make a good name for the school, increasing the opportunities it can provide.


While things are looking bright for Ishika, the rest of the world is dealing with matters of its own at the moment. Unusal events are occurring in every corner of the Earth, including unusual weather patterns, animal migration, and natural disasters. While nothing too destructive has taken place, the occurrences are highly irregular and no explanation is available as to why they are happening.


As the High School of a Thousand Terrors opens its doors, will these events be something that can be ignored or are they a sign of something to come?


[Author's Notes]


Credit for the creation of the HoaTT series goes to @Akihito




--

  1. No God Moding or OP characters
  2. Maintain a one paragraph minimum for all posts
  3. Please be as literate as possible and try to be detailed in all posts
  4. Be realistic in regards to fights and all other events during the roleplay
  5. Try to post at least once a day to progress the story
  6. All site rules apply


--


--


As the season shifts into Autumn, it had been one year since the signing of the treaty that brought together Monsters and Humans. The results of said treaty would be seen today, as the school designed for the youth of the newly unified world finally opens its doors for the first time. As soon as they reach the adolescent stages of their species they will brought here in order to be educated to the finest degree so that they may properly assimilate with human society.


Still early in the day, sun barely having risen beyond the horizon, several students walk down the stone path that leads to the double doors of the behemoth of a building. Some are enthusiastic about the journey they have just started, but just as many are hesitant and uncomfortable with the new setting. Those that fall under the latter category have resigned themselves to resting near the vast amount of trees that cast a shadow with their large size.


Despite the amount of students that fill the courtyard, the area is relatively quiet. With the exception of the rustling flora caused by the sudden breeze and the sound of feet connecting with hard stone, all is silent. The current atmosphere was more or less expected, given that such a setting was new to everyone, but it would hopefully improve with time.


The silence was interrupted by the sound of three consecutive rings heard over the school's PA system that stretched itself throughout its entirety. The bells were followed by a low, gruff voice, echoing its message to the student body. "As of right now, all students and faculty have thirty minutes to report to the assembly hall for orientation. Do not be late, or you will suffer the consequences." The chilling voice was abruptly cut off by a light click from the speakers, a few students now rising from their still positions, not wanting to know what these "consequences" would be.


As the first crowd began to move through the glass doors leading into the main hall, the first school year was now underway. Welcome to Ishika High, under the moniker of the Highschool of a Thousand Terrors. Enjoy your stay and try not to die.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
After hearing the announcement Skyler rushed in the crowd and proceeded nervously as the day got off in a good start until she was walking and someone stepped on her foot and she let out a slight yelp before playing with the tip of gloves that covered her fingers, as she got rather irritated and just proceeded on to the orientation before Hearing the statement. "Try not to die." Before she mumbled lowly under her breath and tilted her head slightly but was drawn by the sizes of the room and attempting to keep her attention on the speakers.
 
Jaime was looking at the school. It was really big but beautifully built. His ears twitched when the PA system rang off the announcement.


"As of right now, all students and faculty have thirty minutes to report to the assembly hall for orientation. Do not be late, or you will suffer the consequences."


He laughed brightly. Right now he was in a sea of people, students by the looks of them. They were all trying to get to the entrance and into the assembly hall. Thankfully, he was not being swallowed up by the crowd. How? Well for one thing, he was taller than everyone there. Not exactly himself being taller. Jaime was actually sitting on someone's shoulders. That person would be Odette LeFaye (@Queen Rai ) his girlfriend. She was taller than him which some people found odd and older but they liked each other well enough.


"Thanks for the boost Ody! Hurry! Let's get to the assembly hall before we get killed!" Jaime urged.
 
"Thanks for the boost Ody! Hurry! Let's get to the assembly hall before we get killed!"


Odette's eyebrow twitched slightly as Jaime suddenly exclaimed the words. Letting out a small sigh, she mumbled, "It's not wise to boss around the person who, from the bottom of her heart, let you sit on her shoulders. You aren't exactly light, ya know. . .so let me go at my own pace, or get a face full of dirt."


This kid--boy, was technically Odette's boyfriend. The whole exchange was a little fuzzy in the girl's mind, though. . .they'd been friends for years. Jaime was a good kid, and the two had many common interests. They'd been just friends for a long time, until BAM. Jaime had pretty much decided that Odette was his girlfriend, and she didn't really object. It's not like much changed between the two, other than the horrible obligation of remembering anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's Day. . .it was all exhausting.


"Jaime, I can hardly even see where I'm going." she huffed. "Where are we?"
 
Bran sighed from his perch atop the school's dormitory, his ears twitched at the sound of the bell and the somewhat ill-delivered threat that followed. Though he appeared young, Bran was by no means a stranger to threats, and with that in mind, he'd continue to sit, unrushed by the passing of minutes or the shifting of clouds that lazily strode by on fluffy white wings. His gaze seemed sporadic, seldom settling on one thing for more than a few seconds before moving on to another, and probably ridiculing it before moving on once again. Inanimate, animate, these terms didn't mean much to him, heck the world itself was subject to ridicule as far as he was concerned. After all, chastising, seething hatred, was all most things in this unlife deserved. Granted even hatred held a special place in the Dullahan's cold, undead heart; so in a perverse, and twisted way Bran supposed he did have real feelings for all that existed (as stupid and fleetng as it was).


All the same Bran would whistle an Irish tune, (a sea's summer shanty from years long forgotten), as he sat atop the building that only a few had been permitted to move into.


This was after all where he'd resided, and the administrators were sure to keep most as far from him as possible. After all, he was a prisoner, student or not, he'd been responsible for the deaths of thousands. Of course, most were from his job, a reaper of sorts, he'd been responsible for killing those whom time had infact come. On the other hand, he also killed those whom's lives were quite far from finished, and thus incurred the wrath of both monsters and men.


It wasn't a too unforeseeable outcome, though the bitter irony of being imprisoned by the old and weak wasn't lost on him. He'd glance over at his wrist a moment. Though it was now covered by the sleeve of his white collared shirt, he knew all the same what existed beneath it. A charm, practically a collar and leash, used to hold him in place and make him weak. Just what the doctor ordered to keep a Dullahan at bay, a strand of blessed seelie gold, oh how he hated it, how he detested the glorified ankle bracelet that kept him chained to this deplorable refuge of beasts and bastards alike.


Of course it wasn't like he had much choice in the matter, and so he'd exhale a cool breath, focusing his eyes on the clouds as he finished the Celtic tune with a high note and at long last, ceased his whistling. Eventually, Bran would step down from his perch, glancing at the sun for a brief moment, his mind elsewhere. To be specific he was entertaining the hope that Duhlla was roaming free somewhere, her glorious hooves taking her through shadows and shallows alike, Yes! Gloriously, running in the wake of death and despair as she should.


Bran smiled at the thought, though he'd be shaken from it seconds later by the arrival of the very same soul he'd daydreamed of a mere moment before.


"What do you think you're doing plike?" a feminine voice would ask in a voice that conveyed no affection nor emotion. The voice itself seemed to originate from Bran's very shadow, and as Bran shook his thoughts away to face it he'd take in the sight of his steed, albeit in her human form, and in the guise of a maid no less, but his steed all the same. "Ah, my dear Duhlla, how I've yearned for your comp'ny...tell me lass how's tha world look behind these paltry walls?" he'd ask in that same Irish cadence, his voice bobbing up and down, deceptively leaving impressions of joy or humor in its wake.


"Well theres something called Angry Birds now....not near as exciting as it sounds" she'd answer in her usual disinterested fashion. "As for your usual, war, famine, sickness, infant mortality, all are at an all time low so... I take it you're pretty pissed" she'd nonchalantly deliver, pulling out a phone and immediately taking to texting as she waited for her master's reply.


Of course Bran would wince, and scowl at the reply, seemingly transparent in his indication of disdain, but of course, like all things Bran, nothing was quite as it appeared, and so following a deep breath and a seemingly genuine facepalm, the young Dullhan would smile. That smile would then dissolve into laughter, a hysterical fit of it, the likes of which would have most phoning for the nearest police box, but to which the seemingly young maid paid no mind. Finally when the laughter stopped Bran would turn back once more to face his steed, "Naw lass, I'm rightly puffed! I'm bloody thrilled, I am!...." he'd stop a moment pausing as Duhlla glanced up from her new fangled phone and stared at her master with an almost concerned glare.


"I mean, it's not everyday the herd restocks itself, now is it my sultry sow?" he'd say giggling throughout the sentence. Though it was unclear as to whether he was laughing at this seemingly joyous news, or perhaps his backhanded insult to Duhlla, the girl all the same scowled. "Call me a sow again and infant mortality rates will be the last thing you have to worry about, sir" she'd say begrudgingly, her grip tightening on her cellphone so hard that it quite literally broke the thing in half.


Of course that only seemed to make Bran grin wider. After all, he found joy in finally pushing the apathetic steed's buttons, and as he watched her curse under her breath about the broken phone, he'd smile once more; quite possibly taunting the only other creature in the known universe that could understand him.


Hell, some scholars would argue that she was him, or at least a part of him, though not even that realization would've stopped Bran. He was an odd sort, a devious, mad sort, but a sort of his own all the same. That being said, Bran wasn't stupid, so he'd back down, curtseying in lieu of a bow, and apologizing to Duhlla, (if only to avoid her wrath).


Bran would grasp Duhlla's hand gingerly, holding her sunkissed skin, and petite, black nail polished fingers in his own. He'd crouch down as if to deliver a proposal a moment before he'd grin widely, "Oh sweet, sweet Feek of a mare, beauty of the norn iron, be a dear and carry me?" he'd ask in what appeared to be a sincere show of chivalry.


Of course it was hard to tell with Bran so Duhlla glanced down at him with a cold skeptical gaze, the kind that no doubt shot daggers into Bran's spine. But as Bran held steady, her offended and all too agitated demeanor would give way to one of reluctant acceptance. She'd sigh begrudgingly and without so much as a word she'd ask him a question within the confines of his mind, speaking to him without words, as they often used to do whilst riding. So, what form? she'd ask in a still annoyed yet all the same relenting fashion.


Bran of course kept still, bowing his head and still holding her hand as he answered her question with his thoughts. How about one of those loud wheely things...y'know like that Evil fellow rode! he'd think enthusiastically.


You mean Knievel? Because I'm about two seconds from turning into Hitler's motor carriage just to spite you she'd think with a bit of a grin, a bit amused by the vague parameters of her master's command. There were after all quite a few loud wheel driven vehicles that 'evil' people happened to frequent.


Bran winced, his eyes closed and his head still bowed, he'd smile a little caught off guard by Duhlla's snappy retort. Granted he had no qualms with driving the mass murderers car, but it was by no means a suitable form for a steed, or a knight, even a headless one. Yes, that Knievel fellow! That's the one! a...a motorcycle! Make it mean, but no swastikas. Bran would pause a moment reasoning that he should probably clarify just to be safe, look, I know you're a fan of the guy, he was an efficient killer and all I get that, but that sign means something totally different here... he'd reason a second before Duhlla would roll her eyes in response a second before her form was obscured by a sudden eruption of Bran's shadow.


What would take her place would be a brilliant motorcycle, its engine roaring loudly as if mimicking Duhlla's own agitation, as it sat, handle rather than fingers now in Bran's hand. "Oh you're bloody brilliant lass! You're everything I ever wanted!" he'd chime a bit overenthusiastically, deep down he'd say it was about a 7 out of 10, but alas he'd suck up his disgust, knowing that it wasn't entirely Duhlla's fault since the two of them hadn't ridden farther than the length of this very campus in many years. He'd continue to flatter Duhlla a bit, before she'd finally snap at him, Are you getting on or not!? she'd scream in his skull as he finally nodded and sat down on her, noting in the back of his mind that she had slyly stitched a swastika to the seat's upholstery as a silent, if not expected rebellion. She was the horse that bucked, Bran thought to himself, and smiled as Duhlla responded to his mind's mere notion of throttle.


"Okay let's go make some friends" he'd shout with a smile as he peeled out, leaving a streak of quite literally burning rubber on the pavement behind him. Friends? That doesn't sound like you Duhlla would respond suspiciously, to which Bran would sigh and smile. "Pawns? Peasants? Plebians? Pissants? Fiends? Frauds? Monsters? Whores?...I suppose friends isn't the right term, but then again what is right? Or wrong for that matter?" he'd muse aloud, right before the motorcycle roared over the edge of the tall dormitory, and began to fall down it's side, literally driving down the building before leaping from the tire stained windows and colliding with the brick paved pathway that led to the assembly hall.


"Forget I asked" the bike would whisper aloud, just barely audible over the roars of its own engine. "Please, don't get existential...chances are you'll think yourself to death...master" she'd muse aloud once more, saying the word master with a bit of a sarcastic jab before she'd finally roar louder than ever, as if galloping at full pace the bike would peak, redlining and shifting with a horse's neighing cries to break up the monotony of cylinders firing and exhaust rattling.


Bran smiled widely, his wild hair flowing in the wind, and his green Celtic sigil adorned scarf blowing indiscriminately this way and that as he rode his steed. "ooooh~ Did someone say please?" he'd retort, whistling for added effect a second before he'd continue, "Well lass we might just make a lady out of you yet" he'd smirk a moment, just long enough for the bike to buck him, hitting a pothole where there were none and jumping a few feet off the bricktop before coming back down. Bran winced, gritting his teeth, it'd been quite a while since she'd bucked him like that, must've struck a nerve, she's pissed, he'd think to himself a moment before he'd quickly try to change the subject. "well, as for thinkin me'self to death lass...You must be goin soft.....I am death" he'd say that last bit in a serious tone, the rest of his jolly words melting away to reveal the sort of malice he had, the sort of anger he felt for being chained to this school and thus unable to kill.


But it wasn't long before he'd revert to the seemingly jovial tone, "...or at least a first cousin" he'd say offhandedly, a little amused by the quirp. The bike would sigh, sputtering a bit as if to scoff, it would notice the group of students all gathered before Bran and as if on cue, or perhaps to spite her master after that comment about going soft, the bike would vanish in a cloud of black smoke, disappearing from between Bran's thighs and retreating into his shadow as the seemingly young man's momentum kept him hurtling forward. Bran's eyes widened at the display, and as if trying to minimize the damage, he'd break out into a run, trying to get his feet going as fast as he was hurtling.


Of course that worked momentarily, and caused Bran to seem a little overzealous as he hurtled to the front of the line of students. Though as he attempted to stop, he'd realize that things weren't entirely as easy as he'd previously thought. As he planted his feet, he'd suddenly topple head over heels, rolling in a tumble cycle of broken bones and scraped skin. Finally he'd come to a stop at the foot of the building, his body a tangled mess of limbs, his clothes torn and ragged, and his blood pouring out onto the pavement in thick fountainous spurts.


As his body sat, bleeding and trembling, it would become apparent that his head was no longer attached, somehow sent flying forward by the abruptness of the stop or else the ragdoll roll he had just become a party to. As the onlookers stared in horror or perhaps mere interest, they'd trace their gazes from what remained of the young man's neck, following the unraveled scarf that now seemed to stretch a good 6 feet away from the rest of the body. Though where it ended, was a bit of a surprise. For there was a head tangled in an inexplicable knot, completely severed yet incredibly still conscious, as it sat sighing and making mental notes to punish its seed before somehow turning to face the crowd of onlookers.


Bran would freeze, a bit at a loss for something to say, and a bit angry at the gawking masses. Right as he was about to curse at the crowd, he was hit by inspiration, for it was then that he realized that this was merely a stage to make an introduction, and a grand one at that. So, he'd peek out from the scarf wrapped around his forehead and dirt layered hair, and grin that same timeless, old country, Irish smile before he'd finally speak, "So, for my next trick, I'll pull a rabbit out of a hat, how's that sound lads?" he'd quip as his body would begin to stir, the pools of blood returning to his veins, and the bones cracking and resetting. Eventually it'd start to pull his head back by the scarf, paying little to no attention to the irritation that Bran felt at being treated like a head shaped bowling ball.


As his head finally reached his hands, Duhlla would appear once more, breaking the surface of the pitch black shadow that lay at his body's feet. This time she'd appear holding a freshly folded pair of clothes for Bran to change into in her arms as she crouched down with a somehow entirely straight face. "Fresh clothes sir?" she'd ask as if she'd never bucked him to begin with, she knew now was not the time to push it, after all Bran was probably only another encounter away from real anger, and she wasn't about to see him start his new probation off with a trip back to the cell.


Bran sighed, as he reattached his head to his neck, his eyes glancing at the onlooking students and summing them up individually as his play things all the while. So non threatening entrance? Suppose there are worse ways to start, he'd muse with a sort of nod before he'd stand up and dust himself off....
 
Last edited by a moderator:
Skyler silently pressed on trying not to be late but ended up running into a really tall person who was holding someone else up on her shoulders, upon seeing this she couldn't help but make a small smile and apologizing For bumping into her, "I'm sorry miss. Didn't mean to bump you really." She stepped back as she looked abit frantic, and nervous. Wow. Way to go you klutz. She thought for a moment. "I'm Skyler Note. I really do apologize."
 
Arseniy Mihaylov snuck one last swig from his flask before weaving his way through the crowd with surprising grace for someone with that much alcohol in their system. He flowed through the masses of people like water through cracks in stone; filling the whole space he could, but moving quickly and never getting caught. Not feeling like too many pleasantries at the moment, he skipped the introductions with his fellow classmates, figuring he could always meet & greet at lunch. He was rather far through his life cycle compared to many of his new colleagues, but youthful enough to match a lot of mentalities of the adolescent creatures of the night. Arseniy found a spot in the back corner of the assembly hall, where he could nod off during orientation without any issues.


He settled in to his spot and let his mind wander around. This is meant literally, in Arsyeniy's case, as he can see with his secondary eyes even while they are hidden by the glamour he had sustained, resulting in a pseudo-televisionic sight. The forming crowd looked mostly human, but he saw through the illusions and transformations. Seeing the truth where you are given a lie may seem like a godsend, but Arseniy has grown jaded over the years, he had seen that everyone, even those closest to him, has something to hide. He had learned to accept it, and just enjoy the lies, as most people don't live as long as he will, so his time with them is limited. Besides, he had a bigger secret of his own.


Jamie Harper Evanson was having trouble deciding what to do. Jamie wanted to meet people, make a good first impression, and find some friends, but Jamie and Jamie thought this whole 'school' idea was stupid. Jamie wanted to get started as soon as possible with classes, as she had always loved learning things, and meeting new species meant learning about new things, too. Jamie won the internal debate, however, deciding to go in, find a spot, and meet passerby, while staying visually antisocial. A wonderful compromise, if Jamie did say so himself, but Jamie wanted to meet more than just a few people, and keeping a closed body would drive away even those passers-by near enough to greet. Jamie grudgingly went along with Jamie's plan, because if Jamie got his way, Jamie would be off in some random city taking in the sights, and this building at least had purpose. Jamie could respect that.


Jamie
was about to head inside, when Jamie spotted a boy dusting himself off, after some sort of spill. Before Jamie could react, Jamie had trotted off in the direction of the boy and a girl Jamie hadn't spotted before, but Jamie reasoned that she must have been there, it's not as if she just appeared out of thin air. Jamie reminded Jamie, however, of the nature of the crowd around Jamie, and the actual likeliness of the girl just appearing. With Jamie distracted, Jamie had enough control to greet the pair without a consensus first: "Hi, we're Jamie, nice to meet you, are you okay? Quite a spill you had there, eh?" Jamie spoke quickly, as if she might not be able to finish the sentence, a very real possibility, in this case, but Jamie always spoke speedily, like every second wasted in pause could have been better put to use in dialogue. Jamie, who spoke next, spoke much more methodically, careful not to leave any words out of place, or make Jamie look foolish. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir and Miss, though I would appreciate the knowledge of whom I am greeting, if possible." Jamie began extending Jamie's hand, but Jamie stopped Jamie and turned it into a slight bow, more regionally relevant.


(@killerlung)
 
@Queen Rai[/URL] @Spirits N Souls )


~


Lilian Raynewood walked off the bus she took to the school. Her opinion of the school was that it was simply splendid but all these people made her nervous. She wasn't shy or anything like that, she just tends to get nervous with so many other people around. Call it claustrophobia or whatever. Either way, it wasn't going to stop her from attending this school. She walked to the entrance, passing a boy who climbed down a girl who looked older than him. Probably siblings. Lilian wasn't sure where she had to go exactly so she went to go find the information desk to figure out where her classes were and if she had acquired a dorm partner yet.
 
"

Akihito said:
"I don't know, the school is too big." Jaime complained. He was about to get off of Odette when a girl bumped into her. He wobbled dangerously but stayed on nonetheless.
That was close..





"I'm sorry miss. Didn't mean to bump you really."





Jaimed looked down to see the girl apologizing. He slid down from Odette and stood next to her, staring at the girl. She looked nervous and frantic. Some people were like that he guessed. Anyway, she spoke again, introducing herself.


"I'm Skyler Note. I really do apologize."


Jaime gave her a big smile.


"That's alright, Ody is strong. That's why I can ride on her shoulders. I'm too lazy to walk sometimes. My name is Jaime. Jaime Geroson. Nice to meet you." He walked up, poking at her clothes. Jaime wasn't very good with manners and had a tendency to stick his nose into things that really weren't his business. He never meant any harm so no one really minded, although every now and then, he'll find one of those stuffy people who didn't like people like him. He found them extremely boring. Returning to the present, he continue to examine her, walking all around her as if he was some photographer and she was a model.


(@Queen Rai @Spirits N Souls )


~


Lilian Raynewood walked off the bus she took to the school. Her opinion of the school was that it was simply splendid but all these people made her nervous. She wasn't shy or anything like that, she just tends to get nervous with so many other people around. Call it claustrophobia or whatever. Either way, it wasn't going to stop her from attending this school. She walked to the entrance, passing a boy who climbed down a girl who looked older than him. Probably siblings. Lilian wasn't sure where she had to go exactly so she went to go find the information desk to figure out where her classes were and if she had acquired a dorm partner yet.
''
Skyler looked at him circling her and grew abit more nervous, before taking a deep breath and looking at him. "Nevertheless, I would think it is better to apologize in any circumstance." she let out a slight laugh as she wasn't all that great with conversation or contact but for some reason hadn't minded Jaime looking her over she felt as though she was worth noticing in a sea of people and that made her smile and relax no longer nervous she looked over to who jaime called ody. "Pleased to meet you both."
 
Bran sighed as he turned to face Duhlla, "Yes fresh clothes would work nicely" he'd mutter, a little perturbed by her little vanishing act. All the same he wouldn't make a scene of it, after all a spirit of his station had a responsibility of appearance as much as duty, and while it would have been genuine, a flustered tirade would do him no favors in front of his new 'classmates'. He'd grab the shirt from his steed and begin to unbutton his own, caring not for trivial things like modesty as he cast off his now ruined shirt, and replaced it with the nonstandard Irish rock group Tshirt Duhlla had offered him as a replacement. Bran's eye twitched a bit as he looked at the logo, "The Pale Horse?" he'd mutter, reading the band's name a moment before he'd shake his head, obviously finding Duhlla's sly attempt at humor, tenuous at best.


As he stood shirtless, staring at the logo of the Idie Rock group with a somewhat odd fascination, he'd suddenly notice he was being spoken to by a man whom had taken the liberty to break away from the pack and introduce themselves. Wait...themselves? Bran turned to face the young man, obviously finding him more interesting than the paltry piece of band merchandise he had been studying. Duhlla bowed and apologized for Bran's previous blunder, as well as how he had seemingly ignored everything the young man had said. But Bran would merely wave her off as he pulled the black T shirt over his head, sliding his arms into the sleeves, and thanking the various gods that it was at the very least, long sleeved.


He'd subtly pull the sleeve over the golden strand of twine tied tightly around his right wrist, careful not to call attention to his haste before turning to face Duhlla. "Now, Now, Duhlla, no need to apologize, I wasn't ignoring the lad, I was simply multitasking." he'd assure her as he'd step forward to accept the handshake the gentlemen had offered only to realize the odd young man had changed his mind in favor of a bow. Bran would stop, a bit caught off guard with this move before he'd simply shrug and join the young man in a mutual courtesy. "Well Jamie, it is a pleasure to meet all of you" he'd say with a slight grin, a particular glint in his eyes as he'd quickly picked up on the subtle changes in tone and demeanor.


"Since you were so gracious as to share your name, I suppose it's only fitting to do the same. I'm Bran Brennan, son of the Ire lands, and this sultry lass is Duhlla, my steward." he'd politely say, taking his bow with grace and righting himself alongside Duhlla with a smile. Granted Duhlla didn't share his smile, rather an annoyed twinge was painted on her face as she heard her master's introduction. A Steward!? She'd think furiously, but alas be forced to let go, as the conversation had already shifted. "Now then, shall we make haste for classes? I believe the bell will soon be upon us" Bran would offer, noting yet, ignoring Duhlla's indication of annoyance.
 
Last edited by a moderator:

Users who are viewing this thread

Back
Top