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Saturn Hurr from On The Rings Since: Jun, 2011 Relationship Status: I-It's not like I like you, or anything!
Hurr
#351: Aug 25th 2015 at 10:02:00 AM

Straza

Straza, having settled into her room, appropriately decorated, equally trendy, colorful, and demonic all at once. She got up early so she could shower, do her make up and pick the perfect outfit for her first real day of class. Word was probably getting around that there was a succubus at the school, and she was determined to make the most of it. Still hadn't seen any roommate, even though this was clearly a room for two. She left the other half untouched, just in case someone came around. —- History Class

In the History Class room, a tall buxom woman with long dark hair, wearing mostly yellow and black was working on her final notes. She had large bee wings, a large backside that jutted out, and her eyes, red colored flicked around. She was Ms. Thora, the history teacher, and she was all-bee, all-woman.

FergardStratoavis A Fluff Ringer from Bellveins (Troper Knight) Relationship Status: A gay little love melody
A Fluff Ringer
#352: Aug 25th 2015 at 10:41:10 AM

History Class

Fortunately for Dagan, he managed to reach the class in time. As it turned out, "not yet" wasn't as far away as he thought it is.

His large frame huffing and puffing as he reached the class, the furred krampus took a free seat, glad he's not late. It proved a little cramped for him, fitting into the chair just enough to not be uncomfortable, but he didn't mind.

MusikMaestro from Ireland Since: Jul, 2012 Relationship Status: Heisenberg unreliable
#353: Aug 25th 2015 at 10:53:26 AM

Laboratory

Cody entered the lab, excited for his lesson. He was excited to learn about the magical theory, which was further boosted by his breakfast of skittles. He had managed to calm down a bit since the start of the school year though.

He took a seat near the front, and pulled his books out, ready to learn.

KarrinBlue Wielder of the satireKind Abstratus from the Land of Hummingbirds and Lanterns Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: Drift compatible
Wielder of the satireKind Abstratus
#354: Aug 25th 2015 at 10:57:11 AM

Cafeteria

"Not sure the lunchroom is the best place for that," Adrienne said to Hela quietly. "By the way, can you catch any of his scent here? It'd be troublesome if the guy we saw was just a shapeshifter passing himself off as an employee."

Classroom

Adrienne set her bag down at a table in the Magical Theory classroom. She was a bit annoyed to be missing the start of the combat class tournaments, but she had that in a different period so it couldn't be helped. In any case, the minion-creation looked quite interesting - she'd never really focused much on the more academic parts of her magic, but Magical Theory had so far been fascinating. Her brow furrowed slightly as she noticed the guy whose magic bird had blown up a few days ago. Well, it'd make sense that he was here, she supposed, but she rather hoped that he didn't blame the exploding bird thing on her.

Gym

Isra looked around as she sized up the other students, picking uneasily at her gym uniform. The harsh florescent lights didn't have too much of an effect on her shadow-fighting, but they were still rather off-putting.

History Class

Hadar literally flew into the classroom, setting down at an unoccupied seat near the window. He quite liked history; it and Literature were his strongest classes. And he'd heard noises about a mini-field trip, too!

edited 25th Aug '15 10:58:04 AM by KarrinBlue

Exist, pursued by bear
Daydre That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth from in my house Since: Jun, 2014 Relationship Status: You cannot grasp the true form
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
#355: Aug 25th 2015 at 2:10:33 PM

Gym

Dian walked in yawning. He didn't like the idea of exercising in the morning, but he'd have had to take this class at some point anyway. Better to get it over with early.

we will survive.
svenorzokarkoff Since: Apr, 2013
#356: Aug 25th 2015 at 4:08:14 PM

Magic Theory

Victor entered the laboratory, briefly greeting Cody as he passed by.

"Morning Cody, sorry for not answering you back at the cafeteria." He apologized, settling down at a nearby table and preparing his stuff. "I had to hurry to the Infirmary to arrange some things with the medical staff."

NickTheSwing Since: Aug, 2009
#357: Aug 25th 2015 at 4:47:31 PM

Matthew Streiss

Matthew looked around and then examined some things, coming quickly to a realization that this class was probably some sort of combat class, and that meant he'd have to fight. Fight against other students. He hoped there were some services here for healing, he ruminated. Some people it seemed could get way over the line.

And admittedly, with his sole ability being swords, that could go wrong if he aimed badly.

He looked at Marianne and some of the new arrivals, "I...uh, I think we're supposed to fight in here. One on one..." He walked over to one of the chalk circles and shrugged his shoulders once.


Arlen Westlau

"Oh, you mean those..." He nodded, and decided it couldn't hurt to make it apparent what happened, "I was attacked in the office by a gnoll, and it bit off my fingers. However, a new friend, Justin Henderson, showed up and made me some replacements."

He looked at the time and decided to get going. "Now, class is to begin. I'm going."

He got up and promptly took off running for combat class. vampire, hm. I admit I don't know what to think of that. I just hope he doesn't drink my blood.


Antoin Reyva

Arriving in History Class, Reyva sat down and smirked lightly, thinking about what they might learn in class today. It would be a rather interesting experience, that is, a field trip exploring the history of this place.

He wondered briefly what those people he'd heard rumours of were doing.

It seemed there were some escalations of anti-Monster feelings, which promised...danger.


Justin Henderson

Sitting in the magical theory class, Justin looked over at the new arrivals, and pondered, he knew some of them from that incident with the statues.

He wondered if this class might give him enough of an understanding to begin looking into what caused the statues to go berserk and how a hacker managed to get into them.

Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#358: Aug 25th 2015 at 5:34:49 PM

Cafeteria

Al sighed as Arlen left. No dice. Damn. Best he go to class. Not much else to be gained here. Not like he'd be eating.

Hela shook her head. "Sorry, no dice on a scent. I didn't get a good whiff of him the first time around, and you've contaminated the Merchandise for carrying it so long. Not your fault, but it's the truth."


History Class

Hela lumbered into class and took her seat. She'd changed out of her ceremonial armor and now instead just wore some baggy cargo shorts and a small white tee with the words CAT GOES MEOW, DOG GOES DA—DDY in bold on it. Boots were considered part of the armor, so she just stayed barefoot. The history of some loot was just as respectable as the practical value, so it would pay to check this class out. Plus, a field trip would let her stretch her legs and get out of the house.


Magical Theory

As a created minion himself, Al reasoned that begetting his own minions would be enlightening. He opened up a note-taking program and took a seat, ready to learn.

edited 25th Aug '15 5:37:04 PM by Taco

HeroicSociopath Mike Jones from Nebraska Since: Aug, 2015 Relationship Status: Noddin' my head like yeah
Mike Jones
#359: Aug 26th 2015 at 2:54:56 AM

((Warning: Massive text dump ahead. It's there if you want it, but the gist of it is that Constructs are anything that's made by a mage and operates on it's own. They can have free will and self awareness, or not. More intelligent constructs are harder to make and control, but harder for someone other than the creator to take control of maliciously.

Also, constructing a Skype chat. More information can be found in the discussing thread.))

Laboratory

Small machines whirred as Mr. Strake began to set them up. One of the walls was covered in tubes that trickled various chemicals, creating a bubbling noise. It looked for all the world like Frankenstein's lab. The final bell rang, and anyone that came in would be late for class, though it was unlikely Strake would notice anyone who snuck in late. He was busy preparing the various pieces of equipment. But after about a minute, he was done. The room was filled with the drone of machinery as he went to his desk.

"For the past week, we've been discussing the principles of magic. Today we'll be doing our first lab. We'll be creating Constructs." Strake headed to the board, picking up a piece of chalk. "I'll be giving you guys a quick refresher. Constructs can be made of organic or inorganic substances, though the basic principle is the same: Mages instill a little bit of their own magic in nonliving matter to animate it. Examples include zombies, man-made elementals, and golems. Normal people can do it too, though they require specialized equipment like we have in the lab."

"Now, the question is, what separates a Construct from any other object a Mage is moving through supernatural means?" Strake asked. The tall, thin teacher had been pacing the room, and stopped next to his desk. The hulking, marble prosthetic that replaced his left arm rested on it...And then pulled itself off. The emancipated limb began to drag itself by it's fingers along the desk.

"That is not a construct. I'm using my magic to make it move. If I were to die, it would not be able to crawl as it does. I am controlling it directly. Meanwhile..." From outside the room, a repaired statue entered. A marble statue of a man with a hawk's head, clad only in a loincloth and wielding a trident. The cracks from where Victor had shattered it were still visible.

"This is a construct. Though I built it originally, I don't control it. I ordered it to enter the room at this time. And I can, say...Instruct it to go wheel in the supplies." The statue dropped the halberd to the floor, embedding it in the tiles as it headed into the storeroom. Strake didn't even bat an eyelash as he returned to the chalkboard.

"We can thus define a construct as anything made by a mage that operates on its own. This includes both things that lack self-awareness and free will. But it also includes creatures created by Mages, such as dragons and manticores. Even some of the students at this very school are technically constructs." Strake's golem was wheeling in basic materials: Things like stone and various metals for making skeletons, as well as many more esoteric substances: Bottles labelled "Nightmares" and full of black smoke, piles of what looked like glowing blue sand, and a crate full of tiny bones, among others.

"You'll be making constructs today using the principles we've learned up until now. You're welcome to pair up if you feel so inclined." Strake said. The various students began to get up, gathering materials.

"The more...Messy components are in the cooler. Like brains and hearts." Strake said. "As I mentioned last time, Constructs can be given free will and intelligence. Or you can just make a 'Robot', that doesn't actually have emotions or thoughts. Smarter Constructs are harder to keep under control, and harder to make. I'd suggest only making something at about the level of a dog, if that." Strake sat on his desk, watching as students raided the supplies.

"Every year, a student makes a construct and gets attached to it and it dies and then I get in trouble. So if you do make it smart, please take care of it. That's another reason I don't give mine true intelligence. Too much responsibility."


Gym

The piercing screech of a whistle echoed through the gym as Ms. Pierce began class.

"Today we'll be having our battle tournament." The teacher said. Eschewing her usual formal attire, today Ms. Pierce wore her gym clothes: A yellow t-shirt and some shorts. She wasn't wielding her usual metal warhammer. Instead, she had a wooden training one slung across her back. It was her fourth one this year. She had a bad habit of breaking them whenever she hit things with them.

"The brackets are listed on the whiteboard. There are no weight classes in life, and you won't find any in class." It read:

Dian vs. Marianne

Victoria vs. Hela

Isra vs Arlen

Matthew will have to sit out this round. Sorry Matthew.

"Sorry Matthew." Ms. Pierce said to Matthew. "If it makes you feel better, you can have some of this yogurt." There were a few cartons of yogurt next to her folding chair. Nurse Sara, who was standing by to heal any wounded, was herself having a cup of pineapple-flavored yogurt. She waved at Matthew.

"Keep in mind that this tournament isn't graded. It's only purpose is to show me what your capabilities are." Ms. Pierce said. "That said, please do your best. The winner will recieve a bag of candy, as well as a Get Out of Jail Free card." After she said that, a high pitched voice rang out.

"CHILDREN! Bru SH yoUR TE Eeth afTer eAtINg thAT cAnDY" The janitor said. He crawled in on his hands and feet. The gold keys in a ring at his belt jingled as he sat next to the nurse, who was slowly edging away from him. Ms. Pierce shot him a glare, and the janitor looked away. Ms. Pierce pursed her lips, then walked over to her chair.

"Don't cause any trouble, and you can watch." She said. The janitor grinned. It was far too wide for any human. Ms. Pierce turned to the class for her final words. "Don't kill each other, and fight hard." Then she blew her whistle.


History Class

Leo arrived in history class, and surveyed the room. He didn't really know anyone there. Except for Straza, but he was a bit nervous around her. The whole mind-affecting thing worried him. Ah, wait, there was that Dagan guy. He seemed alright. Leo went to sit next to him, which also put him next to a cute guy with wavy black hair. Leo didn't know it, but he was sitting next to Hadar.

"Are you okay there?" Leo asked. Dagan seemed to be a bit big for the desk.

edited 26th Aug '15 3:54:46 AM by HeroicSociopath

NickTheSwing Since: Aug, 2009
#360: Aug 26th 2015 at 3:06:36 AM

Gym

Arlen arrived just in time to see the listings and such, considerably curious now as to what was allowed in this tournament.

He noted his foe was Isra, and he audibly sighed. Despite being a neo-nazi, he was not a woman-beater.

He proceeded to one of the chalk circles.

Matthew stepped back, breathing at first in relief than slight exasperation at this. Well, at least he can enjoy some yogurt. He walked over to the teacher, taking up one of the yogurt containers.

"So...uh, what in all is allowed? I mean, Arlen's a smoke mage, so aren't some of his attacks potentially...er, lethal?"


Lab

Justin immediately headed over to the cooler, deciding to get a heart, wondering if they had human hearts...well, that'd beg all kinds of questions, wouldn't it? He had a pretty weird idea this year. He'd already attained some amount of understanding of Magitech, but mostly he had worked on things that should be alive and have motion.

Now was time to experiment and create something that should not be alive, that should not be moving.

He managed to find an ape's heart, and he promptly took out some magitech, some tubing, some cables...he blamed the 2003 Teen Titans cartoon for inspiring this admittedly icky creature.

He wondered what some of the reactions might be as he huddled over the heart, attaching cables and pieces from his pack to it.

edited 26th Aug '15 3:11:50 AM by NickTheSwing

DemKimochis An Awesome Blue.. No, actually, it's not is it? from the deepest crevices of your kokoro Since: Jun, 2015 Relationship Status: I'd need a PowerPoint presentation
An Awesome Blue.. No, actually, it's not is it?
#361: Aug 26th 2015 at 3:55:17 AM

Gym

Alissandra burst into the gym, panting. She had ran as fast as she could, trying not to be late. A whistle blew. Ah... Damn... Still late. She walked up to the professor. "Umm... Excuse me, I was late... What do I have to do?"


1DF

The bell had already rung a good time ago. Gertrude was still sitting on the bed of her room. What was her class again? Constructs? That must be it. Instead of getting off her bed in preparation for the class, she lay down on it. I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind... He has no choice anyway.

edited 26th Aug '15 3:59:11 AM by DemKimochis

Actually, call me Dem or Dem Kimos I hope they add a name change soon...
HeroicSociopath Mike Jones from Nebraska Since: Aug, 2015 Relationship Status: Noddin' my head like yeah
Mike Jones
#362: Aug 26th 2015 at 3:59:23 AM

Gym

"No killing, try not to hurt your opponent too bad. No kicking anyone while they're down, and if they surrender, stop." Ms. Pierce said, then ate a spoonful of yogurt. The janitor, meanwhile, was eating the entire container.

"You. Fight this boy." Ms. Pierce said to Allisandra, pointing to Matt.

edited 26th Aug '15 3:59:54 AM by HeroicSociopath

FergardStratoavis A Fluff Ringer from Bellveins (Troper Knight) Relationship Status: A gay little love melody
A Fluff Ringer
#363: Aug 26th 2015 at 5:58:13 AM

History Class

The arrival of a gnoll lady definitely got Dagan's attention, as much as he hated to admit it. She was... something. He wasn't sure what exactly.

Then Leo made his entrance. Hey, somebody he actually knew. "Am fine, I think." He replied, trying to fit into the desk and get even remotely comfortable. "Well... I will pull through, I guess. There's supposedly gonna be a trip, so that might also help."

tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
Never Trust
#364: Aug 26th 2015 at 7:01:57 AM

Marianne held up her hand. "Ms. Pierce are we just fighting with our bodies or are we allowed to use spells and powers? And could I be switched over to Arlen the Eternal Virgin because I'd really like to beat on him."

Trump delenda est
Daydre That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth from in my house Since: Jun, 2014 Relationship Status: You cannot grasp the true form
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
#365: Aug 26th 2015 at 9:52:41 AM

"What, am I not good enough for you?" Dian asked Marianne jokingly.

Arlen? .. Where have I.... Oh yeah, the (apparently racist) idiot who got into a fight on the first day and had his fingers bitten off..

He examined the short wooden practice sword that he totally definitely absolutely was carrying this whole time that I did not add in just now.

we will survive.
Clawthewolf from Sweden Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
#366: Aug 26th 2015 at 9:56:01 AM

DORMS

"Um... Hello?" Straza could hear a clear, melodic voice behind her say "Are you my roommate?"

Maion eyed the succubus head to toe cautiously as she stood there in the doorway with a massive bag rolling behind her and a massive bunny plush under her arm that seemed to eye Straza with massive suspicion.
Finally overcoming her cautiousness Maion stepped over the threshold and held out a hand in greeetingswith a bright smile on her face "The name is Maion, nice to meet you."

edited 26th Aug '15 9:59:09 AM by Clawthewolf

svenorzokarkoff Since: Apr, 2013
#367: Aug 26th 2015 at 11:20:39 AM

Labs

Deciding to make his construct of a mechanical nature, Victor grabbed the parts and magical items he needed and began to build his construct.

KarrinBlue Wielder of the satireKind Abstratus from the Land of Hummingbirds and Lanterns Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: Drift compatible
Wielder of the satireKind Abstratus
#368: Aug 26th 2015 at 12:00:50 PM

Lab

Adrienne checked her list of supplies before heading over to the carts. She'd been planning this out for a while, so she had to be sure she'd get it right! She'd even asked her mom for references on materials and designs. Though it was going to take some time to finish... Adrienne shrugged and started picking out mirror-bright sheets of metal and various significantly-cut gems.

Gymnasium

Isra glanced at Marianne and Arlen. Hm, the name sounded familiar... Oh that was right, he was the troublemaker who'd apparently gotten his fingers cut off for trying to kill another student, or something like that. "That's fine with me," she told Marianne.

History

Hadar smiled at the gnoll girl's t-shirt. He'd have to ask her where she bought it from at some point. He turned to the nearest student. "So, field trip today, right?"

Exist, pursued by bear
NickTheSwing Since: Aug, 2009
#369: Aug 26th 2015 at 12:25:26 PM

Gym

Matthew realized in short order she was talking about him, but for now spoke as if he was surprised, gulping one last bit of yogurt down and fake coughing. "Wait wait...me? Uh..."

He looked at the girl he would be assigned to fight. Getting up, he started to get ready, "I hope this doesn't get over the line."

Arlen meanwhile just put up his undamaged hand and stuck out his middle finger at Marianne.

HeroicSociopath Mike Jones from Nebraska Since: Aug, 2015 Relationship Status: Noddin' my head like yeah
Mike Jones
#370: Aug 26th 2015 at 3:09:05 PM

"If you're worried, that's fine." Ms. Pierce said to Arlen. "You can sit this one out if you like. Don't worry too much. Sara's a very talented healer. Besides, I think I messed up scheduling classes, so we're one short. You." Ms. Pierce pointed to Victoria. "You're up. Good luck." Then she turned to Marianne.

"Magic is allowed, yes. That's part of fighting too, after all."

edited 26th Aug '15 3:13:10 PM by HeroicSociopath

NickTheSwing Since: Aug, 2009
#371: Aug 26th 2015 at 3:15:52 PM

Gym

Arlen stated, "Oh, I am more than fine. I've been wanting a piece of her..."

Lets see, what shall I fill your lungs with?

He rolled his shoulders, looking at Marianne - if they were going to switch foes and fight each other he would enjoy this oh so very much.

Matthew sat back, glad at least that the girls would fight each other it looked like rather than him.

edited 26th Aug '15 3:16:48 PM by NickTheSwing

tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
Never Trust
#372: Aug 26th 2015 at 3:27:28 PM

Gym

"Careful with that finger, you don't have too many to spare," Marianne said with a dangerous grin.

Trump delenda est
sgtpendulum Since: Dec, 2012 Relationship Status: Baby don't hurt me!
#373: Aug 26th 2015 at 4:15:44 PM

Well, of course there's gonna be haters on my instagram, Felicidad vented her peeves mentally as she scrolled through her own picture's comment section as she scoffed down her food like they're nothing, like those unambitious haters being nothing but average, and then her eyes strayed over to the time and realized she was late for her combat class so she turn it off and stuffed her face quickly.

Meanwhile, Julia looked at what Hela pointed and said "Huh? What are you talking about? I asked Mr Kleiss about that guy and he said that's the janitor, what's this talk about custodian?"


"Ahh! Ms Pierce!" Felicidad shouted frantically as she sprinted into the room and powerslide to her teacher. "Sorry for being late! So who's gonna be my opponent?"

Meanwhile, Julia arrived just in time to her class of magic theory, searching the coolers for some corpse or something. She managed to find a dead deer stuffed inside the box, rather nasty but that'll do. She could barely picked up the thing and struggled to carry it over her shoulder and dump it on to her table. Alrighty then, she thought to herself and she took a second to get a breather, let's see what I need to get this thing working.

http://www.last.fm/user/sgtpendulum Yo, check out what I'm listening, it'll be heat, brah :^)
NickTheSwing Since: Aug, 2009
#374: Aug 26th 2015 at 4:18:11 PM

Gym

Arlen supposed she was now standing in one of the circles...

Given this was a class for fighting, and they both seemed okay with it, Arlen decided to get this started. "Alright, you wanna fight me? Fighting class starts now!"

He ran into the same circle, waved his hand and sent a large plume of industrial waste smoke at Marianne, though exercising control over how far it went in case it missed.

edited 26th Aug '15 4:19:28 PM by NickTheSwing

Daydre That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth from in my house Since: Jun, 2014 Relationship Status: You cannot grasp the true form
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
#375: Aug 26th 2015 at 4:22:23 PM

Dian audibly held in a laugh. Kind of defeats the purpose of holding it in, but never was it said that he did it effectively.

"Heh. Need some aloe for that burn?"

He then held his hand over his nose to avoid smelling the gas.

There's that smell again...

we will survive.

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