St. Anne Academy of Magic

Back on campus, just outside a dining hall, a crowd of about fifty students was congregated around a gerry-rigged setup of speakers. In between the crowd and this improvised sound system, one of the students, a white kid with a shaved head and a flannel shirt, bowed his head and raised his fist, microphone in hand, as another student with a digital turntable and a laptop brought the music to a stop. The crowd cheered, and the student lapped it all up. Of course, he was the guy who organized this whole thing, so it was a guarantee he'd get props for the verse he'd just freestyled.

"All right, all right, all right," he said, hamming it up like he would never get another chance, "who's next? Who thinks they can top that?"

"Oi!" Everybody turned to get a look at who said it and found Nero Jones, who gave off the confidence of a boxer about to step into the ring for an easy win. "I'm in, mate. Put on 'Every Posse & Crew' for me, would ya?"

"I think I know that one," said the DJ, whose messy hair, pushed down by his hat, was getting into his eyes every three seconds. He had to stop typing every three seconds just to brush it out of the way.

"You's got proper tastes, then," said Nero. He walked into the center and stretched his arms, as though limbering up for a fight. Of course, it was also to show off the X tattoo he'd just gotten on his back last week, but that wasn't important. Besides, his dreadlocks mostly hid it from view. Only when he ran his fingers up through them could the tattoo be seen in full. "Right then. Hand me the mic, would you?"

"It's all yours." The MC tossed the mic to Nero, who caught it with one hand. The DJ, meanwhile, started up the song.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen!" said Nero as he turned to face the crowd. "My name is Nero, and I just want to know one thing. Are you readaaaaay?" Some in the crowd cheered, but most were just perplexed at this British guy—where the hell was that accent from? It wasn't posh, but it wasn't a London accent either—who was walking around with no shirt in fall and not reacting to the cold at all. "Well then, let's do this!" Right then, the bassline kicked in.

"Yeah! I'm an old-school fighter! Wreck your hull like a Man City iceberg!" The kids who followed soccer let out an excited Oooh!; they were in on what Nero was saying here. Nero kept going, shouting the words as they came to him. The resulting verse was a mix of lines he'd used freestyling with his mates back home, lines he hadn't used in America yet. Maybe it was his attitude, maybe it was his energy, or maybe it was just the fact that he was doing something so different from everyone else who'd gone in so far, but line by line, more people were reacting. The crowd's responses got louder, fresh voices coming in to replace the ones who'd worn out their vocal cords early on.

When he was done, all Nero had to do was point two fingers up in the air and pretend to fire them like a gun. A final burst of shouts exploded on cue. People capturing this on their phones were panning around the semicircle, capturing everybody else's reactions. For a few brief moments, the whole crowd was united in the energy this British kid had brought on the mic. He brought that mic back up to his face.

"Right then! Anyone else want a go?"

Felicidad let out a sigh and said "I'll definitely gonna school your ass on MMA after this-What the-?"

Her lament was cut short when Cody threw a bone in her general direction, making Felicidad rolled away instinctively. At first, she wanted to reprimand him more harshly for throwing the bone for fuck knows what reason but as she see behind herself, she knows that reason; some lanky ass spidery dude whining about the nazi kid and killing him. Good God, even the monster prefer to pop a cap in Arlen's-

andddd now, the spidery dude is coming towards Cody with a hammer, which earned a loud "Oh shit!" from Felicidad as she went in Cody's defense and tried to stop the custodian in the air with a right cross onto him.

Julia, meanwhile, was trying to find some ways to make the spooky scary skeletons as her minions but with the aftermath of the battle was literally scattered bones, she was afraid that she couldn't do much about it without the muscles that work dem bones. If only she has more knowledge...

And she too found the custodian is coming onto Cody. Frantically thinking of ways to save Cody, she goes with what she thought was the best idea at the time: tackling Cody so that he's out of harm's way. And by tackle, it was just throwing herself wily nily onto Cody and hug him to death.

"Wait, we've met before, Victor?" Straza asked as she looked at him."Err...I mean, hey, Victor! Good to see ya again...hehe..."

It is rather awkward to meet someone who you just forget, and who could blame Straza, that lustful thot meeting brand new folks like Dagan almost every day, how could she remember them all? At least that's what Straza reasoned in her head.

The succubus still keep her eye onto Artemis, still looking at her with determination even with Victor calming her down. She asked "Erm..Can we walk while we talk? Also, what exactly is that deer? I'm pretty sure deers don't act like dogs..."

The Amazing Man-Spider

Cody was flung to the side by Julia charging into him, but he barely noticed, instead trying to keep his eyes locked with the spider-guy. He didn't even notice as he and Julia landed on the ground in a fairly... Intimate position, her arms still wrapped around him.

"Julia, try and hold him down somehow! I need to maintain eye contact with him!"

Tunnel Caves and w/e

Dian doesn't respond, as he's trapped on the other side with Leo.

"Hold on a sec.."

He snaps his fingers, and a small orb of electricity forms in his hand. The room is now gently illuminated; enough to make out that the room- floor, walls, ceiling- is made entirely of old brick. Opposite the wall Dian and Leo fell through is an old looking (but still very solid) door with a bronze plague nailed to it. It has no handle, but it does have what appears to be a keyboard right under the plaque.

"Hm."

"I got it." After checking that her ear was okay, Hela charged forward. She kept herself low and wide, then jumped, intending to land on the custodian's back and get him pinned so that Cody could do his thing.

"Like the creepy black disc wasn't going to be guarded or trapped or anything," Marianne muttered. She threw up a wall between the Custodian and the entangled Cody and Julia then turned the wall into a circle around them.

"Get a room!," she yelled at them.

Victor just smiled and nodded. "Sure. If it helps, we met when the statues were trying to kill us." He told Straza, taking her forgetful moment in stride.

"Oh, Artemis? She's a construct of a friend of mine. A reanimated deer with a dog's mind."

"That would explain the leg-humping." Dagan chuckled, shaking his head. The other part of Victor's sentence caught his attention however. "Statues trying to kill you?" He raised an eyebrow.

Victor nodded again. "Turns out a good chunk of the statues around the school are magical security turrets. On our first day, something went wrong with the security system, and the statues went around firing at us." He explained.

"...huh." Dagan's brows furrowed. "That's rather distressing. Has this been reported to the right guys up in the hierarchy?"

"Yes, the school is investigating the issue." Victor said. "Which is a relief...even with assistance from the staff and other students, fighting off that many armed statues is not easy."

"Yeah, that explains a lot about the humping," Straza parroted Dagan's comment as she kept a safe distance away from the deer. She couldn't care less about the statue part, though, it's already way in the past in her opinion and there's not much else they can do other than explaining to the other oblivious folks about it so why add more comment to that?

As they got out of the school premise, the deer pulled to the right of them, where the town is, as well as the park.

"So...tell me more about this kid that create this construct," she asked. "And why did she decided that it's a good idea to give a dog brain to a deer body?"

"Julia? She's a death mage, and she created Artemis in Magic Theory." Victor began. "As for the second question...I'm not sure. Obedience and loyalty, maybe?" He shrugged his shoulders, earning a protesting chirp from his beetle.

Sleepytime Junction

Figuring that this was probably enough time, Cody snapped his fingers, hoping it was enough to put the spider-guy-thing on the next train to sleepyville.

edited 20th Sep '15 1:54:31 PM by MusikMaestro

((Sorry I've been gone a while! I'm back now! I hope it's okay that I assumed that Hela forced the Custodian to look at Cody so he could subdue him. It wasn't specifically stated, but I think that's what you were going for, right? If not, I don't mind editing it.))

The Reckoning Room

The right cross of Felicidad hit the Janitor square in the face. It seemed that for all his enhanced strength, he wasn't that durable. He was tough, but not a lot more than other supernatural entities. It made a sickening sound as it dislocated his jaw, leaving the creature vulnerable to being pinned by Hela. He tried to speak, but all that came out were unintelligible grunts.

The construct seemed to be weakened. He snarled and struggled under Hela, but his strength had left him, and slowly, he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. Even as his breathing slowed, he was bleeding pretty badly. Crimson beads dripped from his gaping mouth onto the floor below, filling the crevices in the floor tiles. If they wanted him alive, it may be wise to get him some form of medical help, or at least make sure he wasn't concussed. On the other hand, he had vandalized the principal's filing cabinet and attempted to murder a student in cold blood, so the group could be forgiven for procrastinating.

Dian's Hole

"O-oh. Hi Dian." Leo said, realizing he'd just embarassed himself in front of her. He hadn't seen anything with his life-sensing, so he went over to the keyboard. He'd seen a movie about this once. He started by typing 'god', then 'key', then 'love', then 'guest', then 'password'.

"Any ideas?" Leo asked Dian, typing in 'swordfish'.

Outside the Dining Hall

Through the windows, Vice Principal Kleiss could see that night had fallen. There was a great racket from the dining hall, and when he arrived, there were fifty students situated around a jerry-rigged audio system. What? How had that gotten there? He was pretty sure that was against the rules. He pushed his way up the the stage, and snatched the mic from Nero's hands.

"I've got some 'hip' beats to drop, 'homie'." Kleiss said. He didn't make the air quotes. He could pronounce them. "Why are we having a rap concert in the middle of the halls? Is that what's 'rad' these days?" The weird thing was that the man didn't look that old. Maybe late thirties or early forties. But the horns and the spade-tipped tail pegged him as a monster, so he could easily have been a lot older than he looked.

Hela kept her position on top of the custodian, breathing heavily. Her tail twitched back and forth rapidly and her ears flicked around on high alert, a little trickle of blood from the bite crawling down the side of her head.

"Don't kill it. With how easily we took it down, and with how long the school has been around, this can't be the first time people have gotten into a scrap with it. Something horrible will probably happen if we go for a kill." She flicked her head around the room, scanning for additional threats. The adrenaline was fading, but not fast enough. Hela still felt on edge. "Keep searching the room, guys. I'll keep it pinned."

Sleepy Shenanigans

"I should probably go into his dream. I might be ble to forget that this whole thing ever happened."

He stopped to think. "Although, I might need someone to help. His dream self will probably be a tiny bit hostile."

Tunnels

"Uh, I don't think you should touch that. Getting the password wrong too many times might lock us out or something like that, idk." Dian walks over to the wall they fell through.

"Yo Antoin, you still there?"

Leo might here a voice speak in his head.

Yo dumbwad I haven't even given the riddle yet why r u typing shit in already

Outside the Dining Hall

"Well, I'm sorry, mate," said Nero. He didn't show anything Kleiss could interpret as contempt, but he'd been in this sort of situation too many times before. Back home, someone performing a hostile takeover of the mic usually led to something violent, and that violence was bound to head in Nero's direction. He didn't move from where he was, and he made sure to look the vice principal in the eye. "Unless you're a beatboxer, you just indicated by taking up my offer that you want to freestyle. Beats are his job." He nodded at the DJ, who froze where he was. "As for why here, I think this guy can tell you that." Nero similarly gestured towards the hosting student, who went paralyzed with fear.

"W...we put this together on short notice, and...uh, and, uh, well, we couldn't break into the gym or anything, could we?" The MC smiled nervously. "That would have been against the rules, wouldn't it? B-Besides, we're just expressing ourselves."

"That is true," said Nero, making sure to say it with all the confidence the host was currently lacking. "It's just good clean music and fun here, sir, not a harmful substance to be found, and the volume levels on our speakers are perfectly safe. Now then, while you've got the microphone, care to give us a verse?" To even Nero's surprise, the crowd started encouraging the vice principal. The DJ, figuring no harm done if he got a beat going, started up a simple drum loop. The original host, meanwhile, looked around, bewildered that the event, his event, had so quickly found a life of its own and left his control.

Tunnels

Leo was hearing voices. Crap, that wasn't a good sign. It wasn't his own thoughts. It must have been coming from the keyboard. He wasn't sure what to do. The keyboard had no visible speaker. He felt a little self-conscious, but he supposed that in this era of Siri and Cleverbot, talking to a keyboard wasn't too weird.

"Hello! What is the riddle?" Leo asked, leaning close to the keyboard, speaking a bit louder and more slowly to the keyboard to make sure it understood him.

Outside the Dining Hall

"Are you sure this is good clean fun? How do I know you're not a drug dealer?" Dr. Kleiss asked Nero. But then the crowd started to cheer for him. The besunglassesed man began to blush.

"Well, I did do theater~ A long time ago~" Dr. Kleiss said, putting a hand to his face, doing a very bad job of feigning modesty. The crowd continued to cheer. "Oh, stop! Alright, I'll sing a little something as a special treat." The principal opened his mouth. An awful din filled the room. It was as if the four horsemen were visiting upon the school in a wavering, shrill cacophony of world-ending proportions.

Antoin pushed against the wall and entered - suffice to say having learned what was done to open the door, looking around, he seemed distracted by something, like he got a message or something.

"Ah, my apologies. I had to take care of something...my, my my my..."

He looked around at the secret room, examining the keyboard present there from afar, but otherwise showing some tact in here.

"So, have you tried Swordfish yet?"

edited 24th Sep '15 4:00:12 PM by NickTheSwing

Did Antoin push against the wall?

Tunnels

Antoin might hear something speak in his mind. Lol Fekking newb. i still haven't given the riddle yet why u guessing

(To Leo) wat is long, hard and full of cmen?

sorry, I didn't mention that. My post was rather premature, rushed.

Threat over Marianne yelled "You guys better still have your clothes on!" and let the wall around Cody and Julia crumble.