Surrounded by weirdoes
Lambert just shrugged.
"Suit yourself" He said "It is not that interesting, and keep the distance if you decide to, had a couple of scares because some fools got a bit too close while I was practicing"
Leaning back, he looked into the roof.
"So, that is enough about me, what about you?"
Wake me up at your own risk.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Homeroom - Mitzi
Chatting about her flyer could normally absorb her completely. Still, Mitzi instinctively winced when she heard the floating hummie crash to earth. She glanced but didn't leave her seat. That probably happened alot anyway, and it only took a glance for Mitzi to realize that she was better off not involved in... that.
Naturally, after glancing away only briefly, her eyes returned to Alice. Who had a hole in her chest. "Holy sh-" Mitzi jerked back in her seat almost didn't hear Alice's explanation. "Oh..." There was a pause. "A gho-holy shi-!"
Mitzi had a q-tip scooping a sample of mud from the ghost before she thought to ask. She could always ask for forgiveness. "Its a real life ghost!" Mitzi rapidly flipped open her briefcase then flipped through a series of samples to find an empty packet to label 'Ghost/Mud sample'. And in another series of smooth movements, she was typing into a tablet. 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
Well...danger always succeeded in making her more excited to turn up for something. And hopefully Lambert was the kind of man who trained without his shirt.
And now...ahh, he wanted to know more about her! "Well, you have me in a bit of a bind. My name is Zachaia Elmsdotter, but when it comes to my history I'm...remarkably drawing blanks. I was as I am - a wanton." She seemed to suddenly contemplate, "I vaguely remember something. Something that made me so upset, I was ready to overturn the world over it—-and then I was just living, day to day. I think...at some point, I lost my memories."
She paused and looked at the ceiling, "My powers are fundamentally...shapeshifting. I have absolute control over all that is "me". I can shape it into whatever I need." She raised one hand and demonstrated, her seemingly glove covered fingers turning into long, razor sharp black blades.
She flourished them a little bit in the air before reverting them to normal.
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
The Best Worst Psychonaut
Listening intently to Rave-Sister's musings on what percentage of 'cool' was lost if your shades were busted, Seez used his hands to enclose a 'square' around the busted shades in question and held it up to Rave-Sister's face, in an attempt to visualize how much of her they took up.
"Hmm... now that's a Q-O-C I've beamed to myself before... you skyscrape over me, so I'd say two percents. Not much. 'Course, it's not just space that's the ish, sis. If mine got busted," he said, tapping his cyan shades, "that'd just... completely kill my composition mission, yanno what I mean? That'd be at least ten percents down the sewer!"
He stopped to fold his arms and glanced at her busted shades again, tapping his fingers in thought. Shoot, now he felt kinda bad. Like he was suggesting that the picture she's broadcasting's not as good as his. Which is not true! It's just different. You try and objectively rank that sort of thing, down that street lies the path to homogeneity. He almost wished he'd brought one of his other pairs of shades with him, he'd totally offer to port 'em over.
He snapped back to the present when Izzy - as she introduced herself - complimented him on his name, which of course made him beam with pride, showing off a huge grin. He'd instinctively clenched his hand into a fist, expecting a fist bump, but a handshake would be savoury for now. They could work up to fist bumps later.
"Dizzy Izzy, huh? Groovy! You can turn down that anxiety dial 'round me, I got, uh... history with that sorta deal, too," he admitted, his smile wavering for a moment. "But that's all in the past tense now! Was all back downstairs in Europe. Which is where I zhwooped on in from."
For a moment, he looked around, his attention drawn to the loud dude yelling about 'THE TOPSIDE' and apologizing to desks. ...Seez was obviously not the only offshore cat here.
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."
UFO: Unstoppable Force of Obnoxiousness
Lux - Class 1-A
"Ah...so you're a pretty popular inventor, Mitzi...", Pollux said, taking note of the gadgets that Mitzi had with her, like her flyboard.
"Nuh-uh, Brokk, I'm no mountain giant...I'm a nephilim.", the slightly pale giant dramatically posed, with humorous confidence, "I'm like an angel and a human put together into a single, extra large package!", he stopped the dramatic posing, with a chuckle, "Isn't that cool?"
Pollux then heard something gooey-sounding heading in the group's direction: he turned around to see a little girl...made of mud. She introduced herself as Alice. Mitzi had also introduced the group to the newcomer, the way she mentioned him made Lux remember that he didn't properly introduce himself to the midgets, so...he might as well do it now...where are his manners?
"Oh y-yeah, heheh...I didn't tell you my name...my apologies. My name's Pollux Grigoriani, but just call me "Lux" if it's easier for you...", he made a sheepish grin.
Things were already getting a bit crazier, as he managed to witnessnote a girl - whose name is Izzy, he thinks - using her powers to float...before unceremoniously falling down, putting herself in quite...a particular predicament. Lux winced at that. He wanted to go help her out; His "sixth sense" was screaming at him to do it, but he heard her say that she's okay, so...he just lets that go...
Returning to the chat he was having with Brokk, Mitzi and Alice, the latter revealed the nature of their existence.
"G-Ghosts...bound to m-mud?", Pollux timidly asked, gaping at the hole in their muddy body, feeling chills running down his spine. "Oh...dear!"
Sweet dreams are made of this~ Who am I to disagree?
Where am I? What's going on?
Alice/Carol
The reactions to Alice's nature were... varied to say the least. The big guy... Lux, almost even seemed frightened.
Of course, the crash from across the room was too distracting for her to react right away, but once that was taken care of...
"I, uh, don't want to disappoint you, Mitzi, but that's just regular mud. As far as we can tell, any mud will do.. but only mud. Guess it has to to with the whole swamp burial. So metal won't work, unfortunately. Thank you anyway though, Brokk."
She craned her head up to look Pollux in the eye. "Don't worry! I'm a friendly ghost! Really! You'll barely be able to tell that I'm dead!"
"Well... while I'm explaining things... I guess you should introduce yourself, Carol."
There was a pause.
Carol?
Don't wanna.
But I'll look crazy.
Don't wanna.
Alice smiled a sheepish smile. "Or not."
Jesus. I was just trying to get you to stand up for yourself for once.
Suddenly, Alice's form shifted. She lost several inches of height, her "hair" grew longer, a facsimile of a cowboy hat formed atop her head, and her proportions grew to slightly unrealistic sizes.
"Hello, cuties. You can call me Carol. I'm the other ghost stuck in here. Pleasure to meet you all." She winked up at Pollux "Especially you, tall, dark, and handsome."
Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Feb 21st 2021 at 3:03:57 PM
AKA Nixer
Dizzy
“Ayyy, good to meet you too man. Sorry about the uh... fhgsdktwlqkj thing,” Izzy returned to Mako, flailing her hands in accompaniment to this mimicry of the sound she'd made when falling before shaking her head amusedly and turning back to Seez. He seemed to be... actually trying to study her awkward attempt at humour seriously, and...
She blushed a little. Evidently she'd heard it differently to him, but in her mind it sounded like he was saying she was so cool that her shades getting busted was only a 2% loss. To the point where she actually felt guilty hearing him apparently talk down about himself.
Hearing him calling her ‘Dizzy Izzy’ in a genuinely appreciating manner only lifted her previously downtrodden spirits even more.
She merely gave him a soft grin, this time obliging him in the fistbump department before she leant back into her seat properly again.
“Nahhh. You're pretty damn cool. Glasses or no. Thanks, dude. Feel a little better now.”
Turning back to her desk, she paused at the sight of the white-framed shades now replacing her own—flicking her head around to Mara with a confused and touched expression. Experimentally trying them on, she flashed a peace sign at the pastel-clad girl; giggling to herself with newfound happiness due to Mara's kind gesture.
“Y-You people are awesome. I'm gonna love it here...~”
Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 21st 2021 at 10:04:21 AM
bork
Dario
The door opened by itself, nobody even seeming to have pushed it, only for a brown-haired boy to walk through, busy fiddling with a camera slung around his neck. The grin on Dario's face was massive as he looked through the gallery of photos in front of him, all of breathtaking or interesting shots of the academy in his absent-minded stroll of it.
"Oh man, wait until I get home and get to work on these on the computer...helloooooo photography competition trophy."
It was at that moment he decided to look up and notice all that was going on, his grin fading in a snap and a look of utter befuddlement replacing it.
"Uhhh...I'm Dario Knight. Is...this the right class? 1-A? What in the name of Dohr'Mahn-"
Watch it, kid. My name isn't to be invoked so lightly like that.
"Err, what the heck is going on here? Sorry I'm late, I kinda just...got caught up taking photos." He said as he sheepishly held up the camera in his hands, as if to illustrate his point.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Homeroom - Mitzi
"Hm." Mitzi giggled at Lux's summation after making a poor attempt of holding it in. "Getting there, Monsieur Angel."
Her laser pointer was in her hand in an instant, pointing at various parts and gears. "It uses a flex wing design, so the material can't be made of metal and there is a bit more than just tech, it has to fly by psychic tuning. And you would be amazed what you can make with a swiss army knife and a lightbulb and a satellite dish!"
"Or... 'ordinary' mud." Alice said it was ordinary mud but she was also an ordinary ghost in an ordinary classroom next to an ordinary angelic hybrid. Nothing was below study.
"Hey Carol," Mitzi didn't miss a beat when the other spirit emerged. "Just so you know, now that I know you can do that, I'm going to introduce you to someone as 'they are legion'." 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
Rab!
Behind Dario, the other students might have heard a sort of light, rapid drumming noise. It grew in volume, then lessened as a young man careened around the corner behind him, followed by a hollow and painful-sounding THUMP! He then emerged, shaking his head, and slipped past Dario with a muttered excuse, still stuffing papers and a pair of goggles into his satchel.
As soon as he'd secured a seat, the kid started looking around curiously, his fingers drumming on his desk. "So, this all looks....pretty normal, actually. I mean, I don't know what I expected in a school for folks like you-us, but this was both exactly it and not at all what I imagined. So, that's good, I guess?" He cocked an eyebrow at the wide variety of people, then focused intently on the mud-girl. "Ok, I lie, things can still throw me. You're....Alice, right?" His face flickered with recognition and empathy. Rab gave a quick, curious glance at the dwarf, giant and goblin, then refocused on her.
Edited by Booky on Feb 21st 2021 at 11:40:46 AM
Mara Springwood
Mara smiled at Izzy, waving off her appreciation. It was just a pair of shades, after all.
She glanced toward the door as it seemed to open on its own, admitting a guy fiddling with a camera. Some form of telekinesis, maybe?
"Hey, no sweat, shutterbug. The teach isn't even here yet. Got any good shots on that thing?"
Surrounded by weirdoes
"I see" Lambert said. An amnesiac of some kind. That's troublesome to deal with. He just nodded.
And a shapeshifter too.
"That' s really interesting, Kaia" He managed. The air crackled for a second, as he brought an image to his mind.
No need to Forge now
Aaand the group just keeps growing. Maybe the "smile and nod" method might get him through it all.
"So..." He said out loud, mostly expecting at least a few of them to hear "What do you expect of the classes?"
Wake me up at your own risk.
UFO: Unstoppable Force of Obnoxiousness
Lux - Class 1-A
Mitzi apparently noticed that Pollux was looking at her flyboard, so she started explaining the inner workings of that peculiar contraption while he kept scrutinizing it.
"Those words you're using...they are very technical-sounding...and also a bit out of my league.", Lux sheepishly admitted. "But I think I can get the hang of this.."
Pollux's fear gradually died down, as Alice reassured him, and it turned into baffled wonder as she shifted into a new form, letting the other "ghost" - known as Carol - take control.
"Ah...hello there, Carol...", a faint blush appeared on the giant's face. He was clearly flattered by her remark. "U-um...thank you. I-I don't usually get those kinds of remarks..."
Sweet dreams are made of this~ Who am I to disagree?
Dario - Class 1-A
"Ah, you bet! Just hold on a moment. Just...a...few...more...shots..." He punctuated each word by stepping to another part of the room, a small click coming from the camera each time. When all was said and done, he breathed out a sigh as he looked over the recent barrage of photos, before shuffling besides Mara and showing off the screen, flicking through shots of different parts of the school taken from different angles. Some of them were selfies even.
"Normally I'd go home and edit these before showing them off, you know, just clean them up a bit. But these have a cool natural sorta vibe to them I guess. I dunno. 'Au natural' has its place, and if I'm gonna put these up on the internet, it'll get me a ton of likes for sure. Photo evidence of the inside of Saint Academy, exposed and unaltered! Maybe I'll even go viral. Thinking of which...say cheese!"
He quickly held out the camera with one hand, putting on a grin as he wrapped one arm across Mara's shoulder, another quick shutter click, before bringing it back to look over the results.
"Aaaaand my first selfie with a classmate for the internet. Yes. I mean, if you don't mind me sharing it. Otherwise it's just gonna be a memento I put in a book or something. Oh yeah, what's your name by the way?" He seemed excitable, a livewire of energy and enthusiasm, action waiting to be unleashed.
You sure are a strange lot. You take photos and yet you can remember everything you've seen anyways.
Can't show my memories to others without it.
Where am I? What's going on?
Alice/Carol
Carol smirked as she basked in the attention their little switcheroo received. In response to Mitzi, she laughed. "Yes. Absolutely do that. I wish we had talking at the same time down. So I could go along with it better." At Lux's blushing face, she gave him a smirk. "Don't see why not. This class is full of cuties, but you're an 8 at the very least."
It was then that the newcomer called out to them. Or, more specifically, to Alice. "Sounds like he wants you, Wonderland."
Their form shifted again, returning to the short-haired, modestly-proportioned, baby-faced Alice.
"I'm Alice, yes. Do I... know you? Oh my god, I'm so sorry if I forgot you!"
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
James.
Quietly scribbling down notes and glancing up from behind what was now becoming a small wall of books on his desk and giving a timid wave to Dario and Robert who showed up, glancing at some of the others already here before quickly looking at the door just in case anyone else still had to arrive.
"I-I think you're okay. It's kind of r-reassuring I wasn't the only o-one worried they'd be late for, um, whatever our first class is."
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
SOUL KING BROOK
Daniel
Daniel, walking into school considerably late and having no idea where anything was, decided he'd wander around for a bit until he bumped into a teacher or someone equally acquainted with the layout of the place.
He was wearing his homemade hero outfit, partially to make sure it fit and partially so he could make an impression. He was rather proud of his outfit, having stitched every patch onto his denim jacket in one long night and grabbing from his weapons collection to fill the utility belt. He eventually got sick of wandering and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Yo, where the Hell is everyone?" He didn't want to be any later than he already was. He couldn't risk not becoming a hero, after all.
Edited by Omega-Z on Feb 21st 2021 at 3:38:46 AM
YOHOHO!
Mara Springwood
While the camera kid took his time heading her way, she glanced over at the serious-looking fox across the room, who'd asked about what they expected from class. She called out in response.
"Class'll be a breeze, long as they don't expect me to do any trig! Or algebra. Or geometry."
Any math, really.
Mara turned her attention back to the shutterbug, and straightened up as the camera was turned on her. She flashed a grin and a peace sign as the shot was taken. She'd had some friends with cameras, but none as fancy as the one this cat was wielding.
It didn't take Mara long to come up with an answer to his request. She was still trying to figure out the whole "internet" thing, but as far as she could tell putting something on it just meant showing it to a bunch of randoms, which was fine by her. Anything she had to hide wouldn't show up in a photograph, anyway.
"Oh, yeah, do your thing! Apparently retro is totally 'in' these days, so sharing my look with the world is practically public service. I'm Mara. You got a name, shutterbug?"
She leaned closer to the camera, trying to get another glimpse of the images in the view-finder.
"Hey, do most cameras have instant pictures like that now? Those are some killer shots, man."
The Best Worst Psychonaut
Seez could only shine his smile at Izzy, giving her the double finger-guns.
"Heh! Anytime, sister! Lemme know if you need more o' those eye-shields, I could hook y'up with something acid."
He soon sat down back in his seat, kicking back with his hands behind his head, when he noticed the new cat with the camera, catching those pictures all over the place. Seez would have stopped to talk with him, but he was too deep in the sea, which he could respect. He did a sort of turnstable pose, with his arms crossed over his torso, just in case he ended up in one of the pictures.
"What's breakin', Pole Position?" he said, briefly pulling down his shades to expose his eyes. "So're you, like, runnin' a de-cover-up? Didn't think this joint was a black-box Area 51 kinda sitch, unless there was somethin' the pamphs didn't let loose, for whatever reason. Major respect to ya either way!"
He stopped to think on something again, now tapping his foot. "Dunno why you'd wanna 'go viral', though. Viral like, the plague?"
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."
AKA Nixer
Dizzy
“Awesome, man. I'll tell you if I want some new shades,” Izzy grinned and mock-saluted at Seez, only to flounder upon realising there was a kid with a camera about and hastily flashing a peace sign as he took a photo her way. Blushing embarrassedly, she coughed into her hand—realising with a start how busy it was getting.
Hoo boy...
Out of idle curiosity and from merely looking around the room for anyone not already in a small clique, Izzy eventually noticed one kid—a rather shy looking one by what she could tell, and as such she got up out of her seat and lazily strode over to James; telegraphing her movements explicitly so that he could easily see her coming and panic accordingly.
“What'cha doooing?” she questioned, leaning her lanky form down towards him and giving him a somewhat amused smirk. “You writing stuff? Taking notes so you can counter us later like that Interceptor guy...~?”
Her tone was teasing moreso than mean-spirited, and she intended more to relax him than embarrass him—though given her clumsy display either, this was more than likely to backfire tremendously.
Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 21st 2021 at 12:13:18 PM
bork
Up on Melancholy hill.
“I am unsure of what a class even is!” Nikolai said in response to Lambert, grinning as he zoned in on friend number three and quickly dashed over to him.
He gave a little hesitation upon getting a little closer but still continued to track to the new student. He was just OOZING magical prowess and found it very...interesting. That and the female he was talking to.
He did not jump on the desk this time because he knew better than to disrespect the desks and he approached Lambert and Zachaia.
With an eager grin he nodded to both.
“Hello, I am Nikolai snd you two are Nikolai’s friends now.”
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
Rab
He blinked and sat back as she shifted, then shook his head as if clearing it out of cobwebs. "Not...personally, no, but some people I'm close to were..interested in you." He shrugged, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, you hang around people often enough you pick up things by osmosis." He spread his hands. "But I'm happy to see you here and that you seem to be....settling in well here." Rab was flushed and rubbing the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed at himself now.
Glancing about, he rolled his eyes in a lightly mocking way at Dario's camera. He idly wondered how many of these kids had their costumes already. Waving a hand at the group, he raised his voice slightly. "So, should we send out a search party for the teacher? Or is it one of you doing a "get to know me" thing? Because I'm willing to say we have no homework and can get out of class early."
Edited by Booky on Feb 21st 2021 at 4:21:29 AM
SOUL KING BROOK
Daniel
After a while of reading signs, getting lost, and generally being confused, Daniel finds the classroom, entering nonchalantly as he slung off his backpack and set it down at a desk.
He yawned, looking at the other students and deciding to work on some music. He pulled his laptop and drum pad out, opening up Ablleton and starting on a new beat. He was humming the melody he had laid out in his head, inputting it and experimenting a bit with different instruments and drum sets.
YOHOHO!
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
With his focus on the door, James assumed Izzy was moving to talk to someone else other than him and wrote it off as nothing to worry about until a second glance made him reconsider. He hoped to focus on writing down his notes and that she'd keep walking by until Izzy actually spoke up.
That...made James give a rather distressed squeak and face burning a bright red as he frantically slammed the notebook shut.
"U-U-Um, yes? I-I mean, t-the w-writing bit! And n-no! N-Not in the slightest! S-Sort of! I-I-I don't w-want to p-pick f-fights or a-anything l-like that! A-And I don't e-even know w-who t-this Interceptor o-or whoever i-is..." James hastily replied, fidgeting and trying to avert his gaze.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Mara Springwood
Mara reclaimed her seat, genuinely relieved that her new classmate seemed alright. As Izzy moved away, towards Mako and Seez, Mara looked contemplatively at the broken shades left behind on her desk. They were unique, sure, but not too dissimilar to the chunky white pair currently on her head.
Mara pulled off her own pair, turning them over in her hands. She'd gotten them about a year ago, and she'd been meaning to get them replaced with a more "in" pair before her unexpected break from the timeline.
Well, no time like the present.
Casually, she snagged the broken pair off Izzy's desk, folding it and setting it atop her book bag. In their place, she set her own. Then, she rested her chin on her hand and set about idly observing the rest of the crowd.
Something broken for something from the wrong time and the wrong place. Seems like a fair trade.