Mara Springwood
Mara mentally added 'pog' to her lexicon of new slang. She'd been working on sounding more 'with it', but that was one she hadn't heard before. Noting Izzy's hesitance, though, she added a big mental question mark to the entry and made a note to look it up later. That was, if she could make sense of the smart telephone she'd recently acquired.
"Flying, though. That's choice. I wouldn't say no to a lift sometime, if you could swing it. Though I'd rather not hit the ceiling."
Mara winked jocularly. It still amazed her, how the people here could talk about that kind of power as if it wasn't a bad omen for every average Joe in the county.
Mara was soon distracted by the entry of possibly the most baffling cat she'd seen that morning, which was saying a lot. She listened in incomprehension at the words which flowed from his mouth, and briefly wondered if she'd had a stroke. Some of it sounded more familiar than she'd gotten used to, but the rest...
Is that how people talk these days? Should I be taking actual notes?
She was pretty sure he'd complimented her dress, though. Sure enough, some things never went out of style.
"Thanks! It's ready-to-wear, actually, isn't that fab? Custom threads are totally old-school."
The response had come naturally, borne of time-killing small talk with her friends between classes, and it was only after she'd finished her statement that she realized her blunder. Anything "old-school" for her was practically prehistoric now.
"Don't take my word for it, though. I'm a relic."
Mara grinned.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't rat. They'll haul me back to the museum! And trust me, those were pretty grungy digs."
AKA Nixer
Dizzy
“I thought people talked weird at my school...” Izzy pondered, pulling her hair absentmindedly as she lazily flicked her eyes over to... quite possibly the most tryhard tryhard to ever tryhard. But there was something endearingly honest about how tryhard he was tryharding, so she found herself grinning nonetheless and giving him a casual thumbs-up.
“Dunno half of what you just said but any guy who calls me ‘rave-sister’ is pretty slick in my book. Is this class like... half time-travel, 'cause that'd be cool...”
She plants her shades back on her head, before flicking them down—settling back into her relaxed position before quirking an eyebrow in regards to Mara's request.
A moment later, and Izzy had suddenly levitated about 1½ feet above her desk, still remaining in her exact same position even as she uncontrollably began to spin around in the air in a slow and bizarrely graceful manner. It was like gravity had decided to give up on her, and even her hair remained consistently pointing ‘downwards’ relative to herself.
“If you don't get motion sick, I could take you flying.”
Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 20th 2021 at 10:34:23 AM
bork
Mako Azus was lost. He'd honestly not really paid attention to what room he was supposed to go to, so he had just been wandering the halls waiting for someone or something to grab his attention and remind him of which class was his. That happened to come in the form of a girl made of mud he caught out of the corner of his eye dashing around like she was late and lost too. 'Well,' he thought,'she looks new too. So there's a chance she's in my class, and it's not like I have any better ideas.'
He followed the direction the mud girl was heading until she reached what was apparently her homeroom and hopefully his too. He lagged a minute or two behind her just to not look like a creepy stalker before opening the door and stepping inside.
The newcomer Mako was tan with messy curly black hair, and had an awkward gangly build, stick thin and all long limbs. He wore a simple flannel shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. He wasn't entirely sure the outfit matched but honestly he didn't really care.
He looked around at the staff, and at the other students. Goblins, dwarves, the mud girl, and kids that were at least eight feet tall. Cool. "Hey, I'm Mako," he finally said standing in the doorway. "Hopefully this is the right class." Mako nodded to himself, and headed towards the back of the room flopping back into the desk next to the kid who looked like he'd walked straight out of the nineties, and shrugging off his backpack.
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
James
Incredibly anxious that he was already likely running late on the first day, James frantically dashed through the hallways and trying to avoid any collisions until some random student tripped the poor kid up.
With the teen stumbling and arms flailing in a panic to try and keep his balance, he was 'saved' by crashing into the door before meekly opening it, face already a fair shade of red from embarrassment as he tried his best to smile while nervously glancing around the classroom for a desk where he could hide.
"Um, g-good morning! Hopefully I'm not t-too late for classes!"
Considering most of the seats at the back...and front of the class seemed to be taken, James pulled up a chair from a desk in the middle of the room, fidgeting and nervously grabbing a few books out of his backpack.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
The Best Worst Psychonaut
Seez started grinning again, though he made sure not to chew bubblegum with his mouth open - no-one wants to put the inside of anyone's gross mouth under the eye-cro-scope. Besides, this was going very smooth, he thought. He'd only been here for quarter-of-a-beat and already he had Rave-Sister calling him 'slick'. He knew that wasn't her actual name, but until he knew it, he'd rather call her that than something lame like 'the blonde-haired girl'. Talk about a snoozeparty of a 'scription. He nodded at what she'd said - she had much to learn about lingo-matics - barely suppressing a chuckle when she brought up time travel. Now that is a surprise he's keeping chained.
He turned back to face Pastels, who seemed to be under the mistaken impression that she was a 'relic', as if that was a bad thing. Felt like he'd found a bit of a kindred spirit - she knew what it was like to feel totally displaced. "Don't sweat it! Old-school is the best school, yanno. No squareoid's ever gonna put us in no lame museum, that's a guarantee on lock."
It wasn't long before he noticed the newcomers - a girl made entirely of mud... she'd be Ms. Terra, and Seez made a note not to get too close to her. He could handle getting scuffed up, but only when doing something shock-and-awesome like skiddating or climbzing - when he's just chilling off, he'd rather dodge getting dirty. Then there was the very-much-not-made-of-mud guy who sat down next to him. Mako? ...Shark, got it! "Yo," he said, as he started blowing a bubble with his gum.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Rave-Sister levitating. ...Hmm, maybe he could try making one of his other kinds of bubble, if that was gonna be the name of the game today.
Edited by PresidentStalkeyes on Feb 20th 2021 at 3:02:29 PM
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."
Surrounded by weirdoes
Lambert just shrugged.
"Just a kid from Cornwall" He admitted "I spent a lot of time making swords and practicing with them" He raised a calloused hand, it was obvious he did a lot of work with his hands.
"It's even the magic I practice" He admitted.
"These, however, are just something I found" He said, giving a pat to one of them "But their power is quite something"
Looking at the rest of the group, he simply sighed a bit.
"Interesting bunch"
Edited by Blueace on Feb 20th 2021 at 9:29:12 AM
Wake me up at your own risk.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Homeroom - Mitzi
"You do huh?" Mitzi paused for a moment, pretending to think it over before pointing out her flyboard. "Flex wing, fission fragment engine, and my reliable baby for 6 years." She cocked her head with a sly smirk. "There might be more."
She then followed his eyes to the giant. "And flying lets you look giants in the eye. I'm used to being tall though." Hummies were big. It was a fact of biology, but that guy was just rubbing it in. Had to be 3 meters at least. She could've sworn hummies stopped around 2.
He looked even bigger when he approached. "Maybe it's ironic but god put some great work into this small package, don't you think. And my name is Mitzi Ria Naazoik Qhazots, the artificer of things and 'the big one' where she comes from." There was more but she saved some for her 'official introduction'.
And she had cleaned up harder than she thought. After the giant, a woman covered in mud joined her area. "I'm Mitzi," said woman answered immediately and notably less formally. "And we have a Brokk..." she gestured to the smith, "and a... giant who I'm sure has a great name. And you seem to be covered in mud?" That was obvious yes but Mitzi wanted a why. Nothing she'd run into kept a coating of mud for any reason and that didn't seem like a hummie thing.
Edited by CenturyEye on Feb 20th 2021 at 4:22:54 AM
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Zachaia
Mm...yes, he did look like he was quite experienced with swords. And a little bit terse about the background, but she could appreciate some mystery in her man. When he raised his hand, she tried to reach out and feel his hand, noting how calloused it looked. Someone's been putting in his due diligence.
Moving back and listening, she supposed they were rather pretty, but probably had some history to them. Nothing looked like that and didn't!
"May I say that all that training you do," Zachaia stated with visible interest, "...has given you quite the body. Would you mind if, the next time you trained, I followed along, just to...watch?"
She did admit the rest of the class was rather interesting, but for now she had marked down her two people of true lasting interest - dashing, handsome Lambert and awkward, pretty Nikolai.
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
Where am I? What's going on?
Alice/Carol
"Mitzi and Brokk, got it."
Interesting names... and the dwarf is a looker.
Could you stop... if that's okay with you.
Alice was pulled away from her internal conversation by Mitzi's implied question. "Um... no, not quite. That is..."
Carol "helpfully" shifted their body so that there was a gaping hole in their torso.
"Really? Um, as you can see, there's no body to cover. Or, rather, the mud is my body."
Do you mind filling that hole, please?
I keep telling you, you don't have to be so polite all the time. You know me better than that.
Alice's body returned to normal, and she continued. "I'm... I guess the closest comparison is that we're bound ghosts, and this mud is what we're bound to."
Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Feb 20th 2021 at 7:49:38 AM
Mara Springwood
Mara nodded along at the skater guy's encouragement. She had no idea what he was saying, but it sounded friendly, so she felt no need to rock the boat. When the newcomer-Mako-took his seat nearby, she shot him a wave.
"Thanks, man. And hey, Mako. I'm Mara, by the way. And that's-whoa!"
She turned back towards Izzy just in time to watch her flip upside down and just...hang in the air. She shook her head slightly at the sight, smiling all the while.
"If you're trying to scare me off, it's not working. Nothing on God's green earth can make me motion sick at this point."
Breath of the Sun
Brokk
Brokk whistled as he looked over Mitzi's flying board. "Dwarf craft is a bit more magic than pure machine, but I can tell you've put some good work into this. Been working on something to fly, myself, but dwarves are a bit on the heavy side, so it's been a challenge."
Then the giant approached, and the dwarf nodded at him in greeting. "Brokk's the name. Don't suppose you're from Jotunheim, ey? Don't look like any mountain giant I know of."
Then an earth elemental of some sort added itself to their increasingly motley crew. Brokk scratched his beard again as he looked her over. "Odd thing to be bound to, innit? I could probably make you a metal body, if you'd prefer. Though I guess being made of liquid has its advantages."
Already his mind whirled with ideas, and he drummed his desk with his fingers as he imagined bending metal into shape.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
AKA Nixer
Dizzy
“Ayyy, you too? Awesome, girl. I only get motion sick when I forget which way up I'm s'posed to be. Which happens a lot,” Izzy grinned like a Cheshire cat, snapping finger guns over towards Mara before deactivating her powers in an attempt to land stylishly back in her seat.
But in a perfect example of her very point, she was still upside down, so she instead collapsed painfully and clumsily against the desk and the seat in a manner that left it overturned atop her sprawled form—one leg trapped in an awkward upright position while the rest of her gangly appendages seemed to end up wherever they felt like.
“...aaaaaaaaaaaaaa– I'm okay! I'm good! Ack... c-can't get up...! Little help...?” she gaped, trying and failing to wriggle out from her position before groaning and letting her head fall back against the floor; taking off her by now broken glasses in a miserable fashion. “God, I'm so stupid...!”
bork
Up on Melancholy hill.
“Hello! My name is Nikolai! I like your face hair! Hello! My name is Nikolai! I like your flying! Hello, my name is Nikolai! I like that you are made of mud!”
Nikolai has less than stellar training when it came to social encounters so the underside dweller found himself simply pinballing himself between the gathered social groups and admittedly rather rudely interjected himself. Thankfully he was quick and mercilessly short.
All the while seemed very very proud of the fact he was talking to people in general, as his hands fiddled with his circlet, looking for the next person to...ahem, assault.
And that target seemed to be James the poor thing.
“Hello! My name is Nikolai!” He said with a big, excited grin. “What is your name new friend?”
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
Mako looked from the 90's kid who yelled yo, to the levitating girl, to the giant, to girl made of mud. He blinked. Cool. This was totally normal at Saint Academy. Or it probably was at least which was good enough for him.
"Hey," he gave a half wave back to Mara. "Cool outfit by the way, I like the pop art stuff." She was
Then he turned to the boy next to him blowing bubbles. "Yo to you too man. What's your name?"
The one girl farther up was floating, but most people didn't seem to be paying it a ton of attention so he decided not too either. It looked like they were all lost in their own little conversations which was fair enough.
His power wasn't really flashy or cool to look at, so he really didn't see the point in showing it off or talking about it like some kids were doing. Instead he turned back to the guy next to him and Mara. "If you two are both like into the kind of retro type stuff I know some good places to go thrifting if you guys ever want to check it out."
The Light That Blinds
Rosa
...and now the other girl was ignoring her in favor of a guy.
Alright then.
Rosa looked over at said guy, studying him. He was...well, she supposed that to most people, he would be pretty. Pleasing to the eye, at least. But no matter how much she looked at him, she couldn't quite see the appeal. Perhaps the other girl had seen something Rosa hadn't?
Either way, it seemed everyone else was engrossed in their own conversations. Rosa let out a soft sigh, then settled into her chair and continued waiting for the teacher.
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
James couldn't help but tilt his head at Lambert and the statement he made...swords? That seemed a little odd but it was something!
"Well, I-I honestly wasn't sure a-and still don't know what to expect...b-but interesting is d-definitely accurate way t-to describe us. M-Maybe." He quietly replied, nodding in agreement with Lambert. "Even moreso when we find out what tricks or powers we all have up our sleeves, I guess."
The teenager blinked in surprise at actually being addressed, fidgeting for a moment before giving a small smile back to Nikolai, trying not to look nervous.
"U-Um, James. It's, n-nice to meet you."
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Mara Springwood
As soon as Izzy had fallen, Mara was out of her chair. She reached for Izzy gently, attempting to help rearrange her limbs into some semblance of their proper order.
"Hey, don't sweat it, a bit of klutziness doesn't make your whole deal any less rad than it was before. Are you okay?"
Though she kept her focus on the wiped out girl in front of her, she glanced over her shoulder at Mako's suggestion of thrifting. She shot the kid a thumbs up.
"Sounds like a gas! Hit me up sometime."
The implication that her clothes were so old was slightly painful - she'd always been on top of trends, and boutiques were miles away from thrift stores. On the bright side, it confirmed what she'd begun to suspect; turned out retro was all the rage.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
Up on Melancholy hill.
“James.” He said slowly, as if he were trying the name out for the first time and nodded his head energetically and grinned wider. “Wonderful news! You are my first friend.” And then his expressed turned serious. “And as my first friend I would fight the depths of the undermine single handedly.” And then he leaned in and whispered, “the undermine is not good place, you do not want to be there.”
And back to his chipper attitude he cane! He gave a nod to James. “You have good wake cycle first friend James! I am going to make new friends!”
And then he was standing on top of Rosas desk and kneeling down so he could be more even level with her and he grinned.
“Hello! My name is Nikolai! Will you be my second friend?”
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
The Light That Blinds
Rosa
"Aah!" Rosa yelped, jerking back when one of her classmates suddenly jumped onto her desk, an almost manic grin on his face. "U-uh."
Okay. He wanted to be her friend. She...could do that. However... "I-in the future, I'd advise you to not leap onto desks. That is something that people generally...dislike."
Rosa cleared her throat and straightened, regaining her composure. "Rosabella Linden. You may call me Rosa, if that is easier for you."
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
The Best Worst Psychonaut
The bubble Seez was blowing popped. Aww, it wasn't even half as big as the last one he made. Lame.
Shrugging, he looked back at Mako next to him, putting on his smile again. "The label's César, but most cats an' dawgs call me Seez. Feel free to mix it up a li'l, though, I'm not too picky. Some call me the Seezinator, Seeizure-Inducer, Now-You-Seez-Me-Now-You-Don't,-"
Before he could continue counting off his fresh nicknames off his fingers, his attention was immediately drawn to the levitating girl once she came crashing down. Just like Mara, he shot out of his chair, but Mara got to helping her first.
"Ouch..." he said, wincing at the sight - as a skater, he was all too familiar with the way she was splayed out like she'd been sent skittling down a flight of stairs. "I've seen some upchuck wipe-outs before, but... uh, d'ya need bandaids? I got some. Every colour o' the neon team! Too bad ya weren't in one o' my time bubbles, I coulda hit the rewind on that whole program."
It seemed Mara had a handle on this danger door, though; he allowed himself to get distracted by Mako, though to be fair, Mako had mentioned thrift stores. If anything was gonna distract him...
"Hey, I'm slathered all over that, man. Where'dya think I got hooked up with my frapparel? They don't make threads like these anymore. Total crapkus, dude."
Edited by PresidentStalkeyes on Feb 20th 2021 at 2:43:36 PM
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."
AKA Nixer
Dizzy
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I'm good... thanks...” Izzy mumbles as Mara helps her up, wincing and hissing from pain as she gets up onto her feet in a manner so gangly she would've given a newborn giraffe a run for its money. “Just... agh, sore! I'm fine, du- uh, dude– uh, d-duder. No cuts, just... a bruise... or... nine...”
She decided she couldn't match Seez's lingo in the slightest, and so shook her head as she then turned to Mara and flashed her a small smile; only for it to droop into a genuinely saddened expression as she looked over her now broken shades.
“...guess I'm like... 6... no, uh... 8– no, uh– 9% less cool? How much space do glasses take up on me...?” she wondered, heaving her desk and chair back into place as she exhaustedly sits back upon it with a huff. “Ehhhhh. I'll buy new ones. Oh, wait. Dude with the... stuff on ya? Your name's legit ‘Seez’? That's awesome...”
Her belated acknowledgement of Seez's name was followed by a belated realisation that she hadn't said her own to him yet, and so she shuffled her chair over to him and prodded him on the shoulder in order to offer him a rather awkwardly-angled handshake.
Although admittedly, practically everything about her seemed awkward in some manner.
“Name's Izzy! Or... uh... Dizzy! 'Cause I am. I mean I am now. And most of the time, too. It was either that or... Beanpole, I think they called me, so... eh. I'm not a bean or a pole, so Dizzy. Or just Izzy.”
She wisely clamped her mouth shut.
“I'mma stop talking now.”
Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 20th 2021 at 3:05:49 PM
bork
Up on Melancholy hill.
“Ah yes, many worries. Apologies Desk, I did not mean to damage your honor.”
Hopping off the desk he pat it on the surface as if it would accept his apology better that way (better to not question it, he didn’t even seem to know what a desk WAS.)
With a grin and his fists on his hips, he pointed to her. “Wonderful, Rosa of the Linden clan. You have made a powerful friend in Nikolai this wake cycle. If you need assistance Nikolai is there to aid you!” Another firm bod of his head. “Yes this is wonderful! Soon at this rate I will make friends with EVERYONE of the topside!!”
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
Ouch. He watched the floating girl fall and get pinned under her desk, almost forming his tentacles to reach out and lift it off her, but as he began to morph his right hand Mara managed to help her enough she could get out on her own. Never mind then.
With that apparently taken care of he turned his attention back to Cesar. "I'll probably just go with Seez. I'm bad with names." The way the kid was talking Mako would have assumed he got trapped in time in the nineties or time travel. Apparently it was just some aesthetic though if Seez thrifted for the clothes he wore. Well, at least that's what Mako assumed.
When Izzy pulled her desk closer to where he and Seez were sitting Mako gave her a half wave. He nodded along to her rambling story as though it made complete sense. "Hey, good to meet you Izzy." The girl seemed kind of out of it to him, but he wasn't a doctor or anything. If she had a concussion or something the teacher would probably be able to tell when they got here. None of his business either way.
With everyone in the classroom it was an odd group, he was from Florida though so it wasn't as if he hadn't seen or heard about people doing plenty of weird things. Mako nodded to himself again. He could work with this level of chaos.
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
"...Friend?" For a moment, the youth looked somewhat perplexed on what that word even meant, hesitant and about to ask until Nikolai got a bit closer than expected to give advice and leave James even more confused and flustered.
"E-E-Erm, t-thank you a-and n-n-noted. I-I don't k-know what...s-some of those w-words are b-but I do...hope t-the day goes well for you?" He gave a nervous smile and nod before organizing a few books on his desk.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
"Alice L. Carol"
The squelching sound of mud-filled rain boots echoed down the hall as Alice (currently in control by mutual decision) ran toward her classroom.
Do you think we're late?
Dunno. You're the one who got us lost.
I'm sorry! The school is so big and.. I'm sorry!
Whoa, whoa, calm down. I'm not mad.
As this silent conversation came to a close, Alice opened the door to a classroom already filled with students of various sizes and color palettes.
They're so... so... much... I hope they like me...
Oh, he's cute... and so is she...
Looking around and deciding she probably fit in best with the other obvious nonhumans, Alice took a seat near the dwarf and the goblin.
"Hi, I'm Alice!" she said with a bright smile that belied her inner nerves.
Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Feb 20th 2021 at 5:24:24 AM