"Ghoul School" RPG

J.E.B. looks around. "What happened here?"

-after listening to the explanation, J.E.B. pulls out a pad and pencil. "Right, that's detention..."

He quickly scribbles on three pieces of paper, then hands yellow slips to Lash, Dash, and Lucien. "Detention for assaulting a student, detention for threatening school property, detention for creating a safety hazard. See me at lunch time to serve your detentions."

John was not thinking real straight as he wandered into the cafeteria. He picked up what he assumed to be tomato juice. This was not tomato juice, however. The fuck is this?! Blood?! Something used in assassinations?! He'd think to himself as be spits it out, accidentally hitting Geode with the spit.

"Oh, hey teach. Sorry about that." John would mumble to Geode, being just a bit proud of the fact that he accidentally hit a cultist. He then stumbled over to the table where Lucien and Precious were. Somehow, in his mentally unaware state, he heard Lucien's vow of revenge. Damn, looks like the ice mage is melting...god that was a bad joke. Not even in bad pun territory, it was just shit. John thought to himself.

"Good god, is having basic levels of common sense a gift around here?!" John commented, sounding a bit pissed off at what had happened. "I genuinely can't believe this is real sometimes with how ridiculous it is." John said, sounding like there was a slight chance he could go on a rant.

J.E.B. wipes at the faceful of blood. "Right, that's it!"

He pulls out his notepad and scribbles on two more sheets. He slams them down on the table, one in front of John and the other in Precious. "Lunch detection for both of you for wasting school food!"

Luna smiles at John. "Hi there, thank you for deciding to reject the savagery of a solid breakfast and trying the liquid nutrition un-life style."

Edited by Nodrog on Dec 5th 2020 at 3:16:22 AM

Lucien

Wh— IT'S ONE WORD! PEOPLE USE IT ALL THE DAMN TIME! Lucien did not say any of this, instead remaining silent as he glared holes into the table.

When Goode asked everyone to explain what happened, Lucien quickly launched into an explanation—the duo threatened their table, they'd stood up for themselves, the duo threatened them more, Lucien tried to leave, and then he'd been strangled by the stretchy-armed one, possibly to death if not for Precious. It got the point across rather well, in his opinion.

Then...

"WHAT?!" he yelled when he got the detention too. "Wh— But— I was the one who got strangled! Why am I being punished?! What kind of school punishes the victims?! I don't— This is—"

For a moment, he fell silent as Precious and John were given detention for similarly flimsy reasons.

Then, he slammed his head onto the table with a loud thunk.

"I hate this school," he mumbled.

Precious Leblanc

Precious stiffened, the smile slipping completely off her face for the first time since she had boarded the ferry the day before. She set her fork down neatly on her plate, and turned to look at Luna, mustering a polite twitch of her lips.

"This is terribly rude of me, but would you mind a rain check on this conversation? I believe there are some administrators I need to speak to before homeroom, so I look forward to seeing you in class."

She stood up again, quickly disposing of the plate and silverware before stopping directly in front of J.E.B. Goode.

"Mr. Goode, would you kindly direct me to the main office? I have...some concerns I would like to raise regarding discriminatory treatment of certain members of the student body."

Precious Leblanc did not get detention.

J.E.B. leads Precious to an office labelled 'Vice Principal Scaler'. He knocks and then opens the door. Inside is a wooden desk and, behind it, a high chair holding a three foot tall humanoid covered in mustard colored scales wearing a brown suit and spectacles.

"Who's there?" asks the kobold.

"It's Mr. Goode, the new P.E. teacher Pat told you about." says J.E.B.

He explains the detentions.

"Er, yes." Says the kobold. "We can't have students wasting food unless...?"

Edited by Nodrog on Dec 5th 2020 at 4:00:50 AM

Precious Leblanc

"I have several questions about this policy, actually, considering the circumstances of my infraction. I took a small portion of food, and was still at the table having breakfast when Mr. Goode gave me detention. My food was thus still on the table, not thrown out or ruined. I was, in fact, intending on sharing my leftovers with my classmates before I was interrupted. How does the administration justify punishing a student for having food on their plate at mealtime? Am I barred from participating in the same activities as my classmates because of who I am? Shall I expect to be evicted from the dormitories soon, since I do not sleep in the same way as my human classmates?"

Precious approached the desk, placing a hand on its surface and looking down for a moment before fixing a piercing gaze on Scaler.

"I hope you can understand my concern, Vice Principal, since the teacher responsible for assigning my detention has already proven beyond doubt to have a personal vendetta against my very existence. As I am sure you are aware, as you must have been informed of the incident which led to Mr. Goode's arrival on campus. I will note, incidentally, that the only two students in the room targeted for 'wasting food' were myself and John Lawson, who has also been threatened and called a blasphemer by Mr. Goode."

Precious kept speaking to the Vice Principal, but she directed her gaze back toward Mr. Goode, holding eye contact as she continued.

"Moreover, Lucien Vaugeois was also directly involved in the incident caused by Mr. Goode yesterday evening, and it seems that his reward has been detention for what was transparently an attempt to defend himself from assault by a classmate. If you check, I am confident you will find several witnesses who can attest to the truth of my statements, as well as to the fact that with regards to the accusation of wasting food, Mr. Goode declined to investigate or even glance at the plates of a single other student in that cafeteria."

Precious finally backed away, clasping her hands behind herself and tilting her head, smiling slightly at the Vice Principal and J.E.B.

"I don't mean to contest your authority, Vice Principal Scaler, nor that of the teachers at this school. If I or my classmates receive detentions that we deserve, I will happily accept the punishments you choose to confer. But if myself or my classmates are to be made pariahs for the simple fact of who we are, with the tacit support of the administration itself, well, I would prefer to know sooner rather than later."

Mr. Scaler glares at JEB. "Mr. Goode, how dare you try to assign detention to Miss Leblanc! I know her parents personally and given how much they donate, Miss Leblanc can have as much food as she wants to give away, or mold into sculptures of mountain ranges, or anything else she wants to do with it."

Mr. Scaler scrambles off his high chair, runs around the desk, and grabs the notebook from Jeb's hands. "I hereby revoke your detention giving privelages, including any you have already given!"

Mr. Scaler turns to look up at Precious. "May I escort you to your first class?" He offers.

Edited by Nodrog on Dec 5th 2020 at 12:56:27 PM

Precious Leblanc

Precious smiled, more genuine than before.

"That would be delightful, Vice Principal, thank you."

She lifted a hand, still smiling, at J.E.B.

"I'll see you in class, Mr. Goode. Have a lovely day."

With that, Precious exited the room.

Edited by furnacedoor on Dec 5th 2020 at 6:30:16 AM

Mr. Scaler scurries down the hallway, occasionally pausing to check his suit or taking a handkerchief out of his breast pocket to try to polish one of his scales. Finally he stops at a classroom door and, reaching up for the knob, opens it.

He looks into the class room and then his shoulders slump a little.

Looking into the classroom, Precious sees a classroom with room for about forty students at individual desks, a large wooden desk and chair for the teacher, and a large chalkboard. The desk is empty except for a black silk top hat, brim side up.

"Ah..." says Mr. Scaler. "It seems Professor Bunns isn't here yet. Class should be starting in a bit, I'm sure she'll be here in her own time."

Mr. Scaler starts walking back to his office.

Edited by Nodrog on Dec 5th 2020 at 1:01:49 PM

A bell rings, fifteen minutes before the class starts. People come in, many given directions by Pat. A few students peek into the top of the hat and report it is empty.

At the top of the hour the bell rings. Everyone falls silent, waiting for the classroom door to open.

Instead, the hat rocks and tips over. A mostly white rabbit (with a black spot covering one ear and part of its head) hops out of the hat and then jumps off the edge of the desk.

In mid-air there's a flash and then there's a tall, beautiful woman. She's easily six feet tall if you count the two rabbit ears (one white, one black) sticking out of her blonde hair. She's dressed in a black bunny girl costume complete with fishnet stockings, high heels, and a white poof tail. She smiles at the class.

"Hello, all... my name is Honey Bunns, but you may call me Professor Honey."

She picks up a piece of chalk and the top hat. She sets the hat cocked on top of her head, covering up her black bunny ear, and writes her name on the board.

"I'll be your home room teacher is well as teaching Para-History, the history of how the so-called Monster and Mundane worlds intersect. Before I start today's class, does anyone have any general questions?"

Edited by Nodrog on Dec 6th 2020 at 4:55:38 AM

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Edited by TheGeekArtist08 on Dec 6th 2020 at 6:04:51 PM

Lucien

The rest of breakfast passed without much incident, though Lucien continued to miserably mutter to himself for the rest of it. When the bell rang for homeroom, he trudged down the hall to Professor Bunns's room, bitterness gnawing at him.

"Hello, Precious," he murmured as he passed by her. "How was your talk?" He sat down next to her, if only to be by someone he knew.

Minutes passed. Slowly, the class filled up, students from all walks of life entering the room. Lucien recognized a few, but most were strangers to him. Hopefully, they'd make up for their lack of common sense with book smarts. Professor Bunns themself was a no-show, though—the bell rang, and they still weren't there.

Suddenly, the hat on the table tipped over, a bunny hopped out, there was a flash, and...

Oh.

Oh.

Lucien stared. And stared. And stared.

Slowly, his hand raised. "Yes, Professor," he said, voice tight. "I have...questions. About...certain...things."

Under his breath, he whispered, "Is it normal to just be uncomfortable by this and not aroused at all?"

Professor Honey smiles. "I have EXCELLENT hearing in all three of my forms, but go ahead and list your other questions."

Precious Leblanc

Precious passed the remaining fifteen minutes in silence, choosing a seat in the center of the room so as not to crowd or alienate the professor, whenever she arrived. As she found herself at something of a loose end, she figured that some light reading would not go amiss. Thus, she extracted a well-worn copy of Kafka's The Metamorphosis to occupy the time.

When Lucien took a seat next to her, however, she promptly tucked a small bookmark between the pages of her reading material and stowed it away again. She had read the book several times so far, and speaking to Lucien seemed important after the events of the cafeteria.

"Hello again, Lucien, I hope the rest of your meal was better than it started out. Vice Principal Scaler was nothing but lovely, of course, and I believe we came to a mutually agreeable conclusion."

Precious put on a casual air, glancing about the classroom and tapping her porcelain fingers upon the desk. She was...pleased, to say the least, to be the bearer of glad tidings in this case, but she knew she couldn't come off too smug lest she alienate her peers. Still, she took a private pleasure in her triumph, surely attributable simply to a function well-performed.

"By the by, you're free to disregard that nasty detention business. The Vice Principal has seen fit to rescind our new gym teacher's authority in that regard for the foreseeable future."

Precious could not help but feel upstaged by the dramatic entrance of their homeroom teacher shortly thereafter, but she made an effort not to dwell on it. After all, the entrance itself brought with it quite a few elements to consider.

The outfit their teacher had chosen was disconcerting, at best, and flew in the face of everything she'd been told about appropriate public deportment. Unfortunately, Professor Bunn was her superior, and thus a rebuke would be inappropriate. Better, instead, to ingratiate herself with a question that would allow her Professor to demonstrate her skill (and, incidentally, hopefully satisfy her own curiosity).

"If you don't mind, how exactly did you manage that entrance? Some of us looked in the top hat before class, and it appeared to be empty. Where were you?"

Basil was seated towards the edge of the classroom, lost in thought, when the flash of light drew his eyes to the professor. While even he for all his obviousness was fairly aware that her garb was unconventional, he was not particularly fazed. He had been raised among individuals with a tenuous grasp on social mores at best, and it was a fairly common occurrence for the monstrous population in his town to wander absentmindedly onto the street whilst still in the nude, their minds preoccupied with more abstract matters than modesty (though he had been made to understand by his more grounded family members that this was not acceptable behavior among mundane beings). Since she was the first adult around that seemed familiar with the school, he deemed it optimal to make a few inquiries.

"Professor, do you possess a map of the premises, or have awareness relevant to the obtaining of this item?"

Edited by bobbitwormhobbitwyrm on Dec 6th 2020 at 9:15:17 AM

Professor Honey taps the hat. "As part of my agreement with the Council to teach at the school, two hats were created. One is in my lai... Las Vegas home and the other I keep at the school. When activated, the contents of this hat and the contents of the other hat immediately swap places."

She pulls the hat off, revealing both bunny ears, and grabs an eraser off the chalk board ledge. She drops the eraser into the hat, then flips the hat over and gives it a shake. Nothing falls out. She taps the top of the hat and the eraser falls down, landing on her desk.

"The Council debated for awhile before agreeing to this, since every way in and out of the school creates a new vulnerability." Professor Honey explains. "However, it is genetically keyed to me, so anyone trying to sneak in or out of the school would both have to be very small and have a sample of my blood."

Professor Honey puts the hat back on. "Well, I usually just spin around and pick a direction when I want to go somewhere, but if you want a map..."

Professor Honey takes a piece of chalk and begins rapidly drawing on the chalkboard. With just a piece of chalk, she soon has the board covered in what looks like a set of architectural blueprints of the main school building.

She taps a spot on the board. "We are here." She waits a moment, and then begins erasing the board. "So, if any of you get lost, just remember what I drew and proceed on your own recognizance."

Moonbeam Over Gravestones Under Inky Blackness watches the board intently, but only manages to get a general overview of the main school building's lay out before Professor Honey erases it.

Edited by Nodrog on Jan 8th 2021 at 8:12:33 AM

"Now, feel free to ask any questions while I hand these out." Professor Honey.She takes out a pack of what look like index cards that have been printed on. She takes the stack, shuffles the index cards for a few seconds, then begins walking around the class room taking index cards off the top of the stack and setting it down in front of each student.

When you get your card, you look down to see the card has your name and a list of classes printed on it; this is your new class schedule.

Your first two classes are Homeroom/Para-Histor with Professor Bunns and then Magical Theory with Professor Herringbone. At the bottom of the list, the last class is P.E. taught by 'to be determined'.

After the whole breakfast incident occurred, John just headed straight to his first class, using his robot arm to summon his robot guard he made last night to his side. After a bit of waiting, the robot arrived by his side and followed John to class, being curious about the new place he found himself in while still keeping up with John.

As John arrived in the classroom, he'd sit just behind Precious and Lucien. He'd prefer sitting by people he somewhat knew. Sitting by complete strangers was always awkward. Especially when the teacher was...unique, to say the least.

As he witnessed all of what Professor Honey did in the short time period of a few minutes or so, he was a bit amazed, to say the least, although more-so amazed in the fact that she acted like it was normal. Although he wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying due to focusing on memorizing the map, luckily being able to before it was erased. That'll come in handy later, especially with how confusing this place is. John thought to himself as he grinned a bit at his achievement of memorization. His robot, however, was not as sharp and was too busy observing the rest of the room. Oh well, every mistake was a lesson if one was sharp enough to learn from it.

As soon as he received his schedule, he felt a chill run down his spine. Magical Theory. He knew nothing about the real workings of magic. He was a man of science and had not as much as dabbled in magic. Lucien was the first mage he ever knew, actually. Looks like John would have some studying to do later, with some assistance from Lucien if he'd say yes to assisting him. He did seem somewhat knowledgeable in magic, after all.

Lucien

Lucien's face went bright red when Professor Bunns mentioned that she had excellent hearing. "Sorry," he squeaked out, staring at his lap to avoid eye contact.

After some chatter, and getting to see a map of the school—which would certain,t prove useful for future endeavors—the professor went around passing them some cards. Lucien accepted his with a mumbled "thanks", keeping his eyes on his lap.

Fortunately, first period was Magical Theory, something he was actually good at. A slight smirk crossed his face when he noticed who was teaching it—he'd show that teacher. Another smirk crossed his face when he saw that PE's teacher was empty.

Either they didn't bother adding his name or he's been fired on the first day. Lucien nearly folded his schedule. Either way, he was petty enough to be pleased by it.

Basil began to transcribe the image on the board in his notebook. unfortunately, Professor Bunns erased it far too quickly, leaving him with a quite useless sketch of the hall he had already traversed. "I suppose I shall require to figure it out as I go along. This is not consistent with the best of all possible outcomes" he thought. He would most likely have to ask one of his fellow students, and such interactions had shown to be unnecessarily time consuming to say the least.

Looking down on the schedule at his desk Basil noticed that he had magic theory as his next class. This was quite a positive development, he had thought it necessary to learn more about the laws that shaped the non-mundane world. As it was, he was generally far better versed in abstract matters than any of the sciences, though he would of course learn quickly. This Bunns individual seemed far more chaotic than was to be desired, it was not entirely clear why she was permitted to be a professor. Still, he had Herringbone as one of his other teachers, and he seemed like a man of reason and learning.

Edited by bobbitwormhobbitwyrm on Dec 7th 2020 at 3:21:37 AM

On second thought, he really had ought to get some sense of the grounds. "Professor Bunns" he said, raising his hand again "Could you please just leave that map on the board. That would be greatly desirable, thank-you". Basil then retrieved his notebook from is bag, ready to transcribe the map, an effort that would hopefully be much less rushed than the first time round. He thought it desirable that his request did not unduly perturb the Professor, she seemed somewhat dangerous and unpredictable in nature.

"I told you..." Professor Honey says. "Call my Professor Honey. Professor Bunns is my Grandmother. Calling me by the name 'Bunns' alone, when I am not the matriarch of my clan, is an act of disrespect to my clan and to my matriarch. If another member of my clan was here, they would be offended by the fact that I didn't destroy you immediately."

"Anyway, rather then wasting any more time on information I already showed you, let's discuss your current class schedules."

Edited by Nodrog on Jan 8th 2021 at 8:21:20 AM

At the end of the period, Professor Honey Buns takes a few minutes to carefully explain that Professor Herringbone's class is across the hallway and even draws a little diagram of the hallway.

Entering Professor Herringbone's classroom looks like a large biology dissection lab, with several tables with stools facing a large chalkboard. In the corner is a skeleton on a stand. As you enter, the skeleton on the stand waves to you. "Professor Herringbone should be in a few minutes, go pick a table. No more then four students at each table, please." Simon the skeleton says.

Edited by Nodrog on Jan 12th 2021 at 12:06:56 PM