Fantasy Slayers: Modern Maniacs (reboot)

[PenBlade1326]

It's 2014. The current year. Modern times have passed monsters on as myths, legends, all make-believe. But little do they know that the creatures that go bump in the night are very real. It's been years since the last band of Slayers were brought together.


A form of peace has covered the world for the past few centuries. Vampires, werewolves, other undead, spirits, and all other...monstrous things have lurked in the shadows for all that time. Now, they've arisen and will try to take over the world, and they will make the humans remember why they're supposed to fear them. They feel as though they should be more than just nightmares, they should be considered REAL threats. Because they are.


Only one thing seems odd...the Slayers, destined to save the world...are mere high school students. And they're the most unlikely heroes. Not even friends, really. Totally unaware of what destiny lies before them.


Hilltown High School (the school of the Slayers)


(Their houses)


The Slayer Base


1. No godmodding.


2. Swearing is allowed! Just try not to have a whole sentence of it, lol.


3. Proper English, type out every correctly! A few mistakes are alright, not expecting perfection. We're all human! xD


4. No one-liners! Try to type out at least 3 lines per post


5. Have fun!

 

[PenBlade1326]

(@Amityvillager @GinjaGen @Mathil Alzun @Crazycake Since no one else replied and I kept you all waiting, RP STARTED!!!!)


(Keep in mind, we're starting as our characters BEFORE they become Slayers, so for now, any knowledge they have of creatures is a coincidence and we're all normal..for now)


Just another day at Hilltown High School. It's the first day of school, freshman are eager and all older students are regretting that they came. Jane stood at her locker, placing all the un-needed binders inside. She hummed one of her original songs to herself slightly. She takes her time at her locker, class starts in about 10 minutes. Her freshman year is something she dreamed of her whole life, ready to being life anew. Ready to take on any challenges or changes, and ready to cope with her dad going back on duty after his 3 week visit. She closed her locker, dressed like a tomboy-ish punk rock singer, she began walking to her first period class, a co-grade class where all four grades are admitted into. (I'd like all of the characters to be in this class together )

 

[PenBlade1326]

Jane's dressed in black skinny jeans and a black and pink t shirt and black converse with pink laces. Her brown hair flowed over her shoulders. She looked like a feminine tomboy...odd mix. She sat in the middle of the room, setting her backpack on the floor and watching other students pile into the room. She remained quiet, humming her song to herself softly.


She pulled out her phone, popping in her headphones and listening to her music. Most found her taste in music...shocking, for a 15 year old girl. As dark as it was, it totally fit her...or at least, who she and a few others were about to become.

 

[GinjaGen]

((It could be some kind of language or math class? As far as I remember those usually were the most co-grade classes))


Ash walked into the room as well, not even glancing around before plopping himself down in a seat in the back. He didn't even bother to bring out his books. He smelled of soap, and his hair was noticeably damp, a result of the shower he had just taken after the early morning practice. Unlike many gracing the halls of the school, he had been at school quite a bit recently, much to his irritation, because of sports practice. He ruffled his hand through his short hair in an attempt to dry it a bit more, though he knew it would most likely be dry in a few minutes anyway.


While he was happy to be able to join sports, he felt that his grandfather had misinterpreted his reasons. He had joined so that he had something to do with his time, not to make friends. He'd never really had friends, and gaining them beyond the function of teamwork was not something he had on his mind. Besides, it was his senior year. He wouldn't be here too long, and many of his team mates had already formed friendships, and he didn't care enough to barge in just to have companions. He'd spent too much of his life without friends to need them now.


He finally looked up at the people beginning to flow into the room, and noticed a girl listening to music a few rows ahead of him.

 

[Crazycake]

" You were here twelve minutes...... twelve minutes into the new school year and you pick a fight with some one? Twelve minutes? Really?"


Sitting opposite a rather upset looking man with round rimmed glasses and a receding hair line, was Axel Troy McMurphy. With a fresh cut on his right cheek, dirt up the left side of his face and a set of bloody knuckles this sure was the sophomore, held back a year for all sorts of reasons- much to the faculty's dismay. The youth had his head hanging back, arms hanging off the chair, not seeming to be paying any kind of attention to the counselor, who was rattling off his numerous offenses. No, his mind was else where, thinking of how he was going to get through another day, let alone YEAR at the 'prison'.


It felt like such a waist of time. Slowly opening his light blue lenses, Axel- or rather- Troy he seemed to go by for the time being, looked at the clock in his upside down view.


He was going to be late for the first class of the whole new year.


Jumping to his feet, the student placed his hand over his chest, acquiring a truly patriotic stance. " I swear, by all the powers of wisdom, intelligence and knowledge it's self! I will succeed this year and make you all proud! " Patting his chest, Troy looked at the counselor who stared at the teen like he was some kind of crazy, idiotic alien species. The student smiled, pointing to the man behind the desk. " But first! I have a class to attend." Spinning around, he jumped over the chair he had been sitting in, dashing out of the office.

- - -

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Strolling into the class room, he hopped into a seat, not looking around too much as he did so. He was a little more cleaned up; his hand wrapped in gauze with padding at the knuckles, a bandage over his right cheek and even the dirt was less evident on his face. Troy let out a sigh, leaning back in his seat and awaiting the start of class.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Jane paid little attention to the two boys who entered the room. A few other students had came in, taking their seats. Her music blasted in her ears, loud and fierce. The punkish tomboy sat in her seat, ignoring those around her and focusing on the...beautiful sound of screams and massive beats played in her ears.


She took out her notebook and began to doodle around a bit. Scribbling down whatever came to mind and just passing time as she waited for the class to fill up and the teacher, Mr. Grey, to arrive. She crossed her legs and pressed her pen down on the paper, the ink bleeding onto the paper. She tapped her foot to the beat of the music, her music fueling her adrenaline of drawing. She doodled a few people with weapons, each of them posed together, looking as though they had just come from a battle...(foreshadowing xD )


@Mathil Alzun @Amityvillager

 

[GinjaGen]

Ash leaned farther back in his chair, falling asleep. Once or twice his head jerked up from slumping against his chest. He tried changing positions, leaning forward now. However, that was almost worse, and soon he was breathing heavily. If a boy wandering in hadn't plopped into a seat, making enough sound to rouse him, he might have slept through the class.


He sat up again, not looking for the teacher, who he assumed was either glaring at him, the girl playing loud music, or the kid plopping into the chair. He looked around, blinking a bit, trying to wake himself up. It was moments like this that he wished coffee did something for him. However, unfortunately, whenever he drank coffee, it either did nothing, or gave him energy for about two minutes after which he would crash. He stupidly hadn't brought the snack offered by his grandfather, a choice he was regretting now, though he'd never admit that fact to his grandfather. These early morning practices were really kicking his butt.


He decided to examine the others in the room to try to stay awake.

 

[Crazycake]

Troy waited....... simply sat there and waited. Yes, he sure was waiting for something, ANYTHING to happen. He was almost excited for this class, the build up was amazing!


" Okay, I'm sorry, but, WHAT THE HELL....... is going on?" Standing up with his arms in the air, he looked at the other students, then the room. " I mean.... there's a class scheduled right now, right? Where is everybody?! " Dropping his hands to his sides, he sighed, frustrated. He leaned against his desk, looking at the others with his light blue eyes. The first was a pretttty big guy, aboriginal possibly and rather clean cut. Troy smiled at him in a slightly sadistic way. It was hard to tell what he was thinking as he chuckled, shaking his head. Casting his eyes over he saw a girl with black hair seemingly in her own little world. He arched a brow wondering what she could be writing. A strong silent type and a ditsy artsy punkrocker? I know this is a mixed class, but this is crazy. . .


Leaning from side to side, he put his hands in his pockets, looking very antsy for no real reason. Other then nothing was going on.

 

[PenBlade1326]

(aye! brown hair, thank you very much xDDD)


Jane simply ignored her surroundings. She didn't care what went on around her, just so long as Mr. Grey arrived soon and started class. She put her pencil down after sketching on the paper for a bit, then proceeded to put her things away in her mostly empty bag. (Here comes a little plot piece, feel free to play with it, Slayers xD ) A few more students walked in the room, taking their seats. Just as she put her things away, Jane's head began to feel like it was about to explode. She instantly turned off her music and gripped her forehead. She nearly cried out, the pain was killing her...well not literally, but it felt like it.


Something felt like it was ripping her brain apart, yet the pain only lasted for a moment. She continued gripping her head, not knowing what had happened...nor what the weird flashing images were all about. Little did she know, that today her life would change...the headache acting as a herald for what's to come.

 

[GinjaGen]

Ash was examining the boy who had just had an outburst about class starting when his head suddenly exploded into the worst headache he'd ever had in his entire life. It was also possibly the worst pain he'd experienced in his life as well, which was saying a lot. He had an incredibly high pain tolerance, so it took a lot to get his attention, but this headache was equivalent to a giant purple polka-dotted elephant tap-dancing in the front of the room with the amount of attention it had gotten from him.


He really hoped that this pain didn't indicate some kind of brain aneurysm or something from all of his football playing. He wouldn't admit it, and it would never stop him from playing football, but he did read the articles about football injuries and brain problems later in life. So far he'd only had one or two injures, but still, maybe they had been really bad and now he was in big trouble.


Thankfully, the pain ended, but he was remained clutching his head frowning as he contemplated the severity of his possible brain injury. He happened to open his eyes, but didn't register the fact that the girl a few rows in front of him, the music girl, was also doubled over in pain. He assumed she was trying to not fall asleep, like he had been doing a few minuted earlier. The significance of the shared headache was missed by him.

 

[Crazycake]

There was a tingle right behind his eyes, as the blond haired teen acquired a shaky smile as what felt like the grandfather of all migraines blasted his senses. Oddly enough, at the exact moment, it seemed that this BROWN (xP) haired chick was having her brain out grow her skull as well. His eye twitched as he shifted his eyes over to the other guy in the room, minus the late students that didn't matter because they appeared to be unaffected by this horrible, face melting - " AARRGI FERR!!!" Unable to fight it, Troy grabed the sides of his head and fell back, over his desk.


This was when the pain subsided, making him thank whoever it was you thank when you don't die from brain...... whatever it was. Slowly standing up, he panted, giving his head a shake before looking at the other guy in the room from before. He looked like nothing happened, so he glanced over at the girl, who seemed to still be reeling from the effects. There was a drip felt on his hand, as he looked down, seeing blood. Sniffling once, he touched under his nose as it appeared he had suffered a minor nose bleed. The male simply brushed his sleeve across his upper lip, managing to remove most of the blood. " What...... the hell....."

 

[GinjaGen]

Ash turned to the boy, and he heard him speak, the headache now a terrible memory, but the confusion still very much alive. He noted the boy rub his face, and saw the blood on his hand. Ash touched his own nose before he could stop himself, but was relieved to find no blood.


Or at least he was relieved for a few moments, as I occurred to him how odd it was for two... he glanced at the girl now worried she had experienced the same headache... three people to all experience the same symptoms simultaneously. He hoped there wasn't some kind of toxic gas floating around the room, and they were simply the first the feel it's effects.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Jane took slow breaths, blown away by the pain she experienced. She noticed the other two, both boys, experiencing similar pain, one even bled. What the hell is going on? She thought. Moments later, after they each collected themselves, the teacher, Mr. Grey, walked in classroom. He was an older gentleman, dressed in a suit, his head mostly bald with a tad bit of gray hair on the back. He wore a polite smile on his face, providing an almost impossible to ignore sense of cheer around him. A jolly old fellow.


He began class as per usual, introducing himself, the subject of study for the class, ect. As time progressed (I'm getting to the plot, here) he slipped the teens (us) each an envelope, sealed with red wax...or was it wax? It appeared to be something...else. Jane looked at the envelope with curious eyes...then reading the letter within. It told her to meet him in this room after school...strange. Class soon ended, and she packed up and went about her day.


@Huntrey you can still join, so long as there's like a summary of Luke's day and leading up to the meeting

 

[Hibiscus]

Luke had an uneventful morning, filled with the usual monotony of girls, jocks, and preps all attempting to get his attention. The hunk of the school jocks, the heart throb of all the guys, and a gentleman of animals, Luke was sought after any time he was available. From his car, to the school, to the cafeteria, and down the hallway Luke was chased by different people of these groups, but they all met the same fate. The man politely held a conversation, but showed no real interest in them, always insisting that he had class to get to. It wasn't until the bell sounded that he could stop using the dumb excuses and continue to class.


Rounding the corner to his first period, a wave of pain hit him hard in the head. Leaning against the locker, Luke held his cranium within his hands hoping that his sheer force against it would stop the pain. When the pain did subside Luke seemed as if he was about to fall over, barely able to make it to the door frame of Mr. Grey's class. Breathing heavily, Luke wasted no time in throwing his body into the seat of the front of the middle row, hoping that the pulsing of leftover pain would cease.

 

[GinjaGen]

Ash noted the newest addition to the classroom as he tried to maintain his composure as the effects of the headache slowly dislocated. The guy was on the team with him, Luke. Ash was pretty sure that was his name anyway. Seemed like a pretty popular guy, but Ash didn't envy that about him. He'd noticed even on the field, the other players had wanted to talk to him, and Ash could see that getting old very quickly.


Ash barely paid any attention during class, instead using his phone to look up potential toxins that could give people spontaneous headaches. He frowned when he recieved the envelope! stuffing it unceremoniously into his bag as class ended. After that first class, Ash paid very close attention to his head, waiting for another spontaneous headache. He'd decided, in class, after no one else has seemed to show any symptoms, that if it happened again, he would seek medical attention, as much of a hit to his pride as that would have been. He'd prefer to catch a brain problem before it became a major problem. It wasn't until his last class that he actually looked at the letter, and frowned. He looked at the clock. School would be over soon, and, luckily enough, there wasn't any practice that afternoon.


As the bell rang, he put the envelope back in his bag, hoping that it wasn't some kind of problem. He really didn't need a problem on his first day.

 

[Crazycake]

Seeing that the teach had finally arrived, Troy settled down, accepting the fact that maybe the three were suffering from ' it's just too damn early".


He saw that it was Mr.Grey at the desk. The slightest bit of a smile came to his bruised face, having fond memories of the elderly man's style. Sitting back and nodding slowly, he tried his best to keep some sort of attention on the subject; just in case he was called upon for some randomly selected question. The scrapper did notice another guy slip into the class, but thanks to him trying to fight the migraine his vision was slightly hazed at the moment.


Once class was over, Troy let out a sigh of relief, standing up to dash out of class as quick as he could. But of course, Grey needed to tell him something. Not being a stranger to getting the talk from teachers, the blue eyed teen walked up to the desk about to say something but was simply ushered a letter and... that was it.


Feeling like he dodged a bullet, Troy exited the class, heading outside for some air. Tearing into the envelope, he read the contains, arching a brow. " Hmm......" Looking the note over, he took a moment to wonder. Actually, he took most of the day.