The Main University [ RP 101 | CLOSED | IC ]

[Gyllenemark]

RPing 101!

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The School of RP.
Asbjorn was seated in his quarters. He took out a cigarette, and lit it. He was reading a book. Dusty, and probably older than he was, it was titled RPing 101. He smiled. His father, Erik, had authored the book and had also founded this school, the School of RP, or Roleplay - as the ancients called it. The room itself was very old. Pictures of the family, regal furniture - you'd almost expect it to be the Queen's palace! Asbjorn soon reminded himself of the old days. The Great Fire of 2001. Now that, was scary. Asbjorn was one of the students back then. His father - was the headmaster.

The Great Fire ended with almost all the students evacuated: at the cost of most of the faculty's death. Asbjorn's father died - and the previous Professors as well. The School of RP was in shambles. It's regal look was forgotten. Strangely though, the Headmaster's quarters were untouched. Why? It remains a secret to most. But Asbjorn, he did not care. He was practical. At least, the room - which was filled with books and poems, poems of Rumi, books of Erik. The biggest secrets of the world was stored here, one would say. Such magnificent tales of bravery, such historical moments recorded on paper. Just glorious!

The School of RP was closed and as usual, young, inexperienced Asbjorn took over. He kept the main hall - yet its extensions: the Hall of Warfare, Economics, Diplomacy, Sports and Engineering were either fiercely edited, or were going to be edited. Not many teachers had participated to join the School of RP (thus Asbjorn was taking all the classes, even though he was the main Diplomacy Professor. Due to that, economics and engineering were taken part in the Hall of Diplomacy: Sports was outside.), yet already, a Professor of Warfare had arrived. Now his collection was grand. We mean it. Absolutely haram-type collection. Every breathtaking sort of things about warfare were present. Well, the interview was complete and all.

Asbjorn looked out of the window a second time. The bus arrived. He tried and put on a million dollar smile and walked aside. He hoped the Professor of Warfare, Belka, had seen the bus and was arriving momentarily. Asbjorn coughed and looked at all the students. "Hello. My name is Asbjorn Haafe- I mean Haavenlund. I am the Headmaster of the School of RP. I would like to welcome you all." I realized that I headed on to a difficult path: speech. I took a napkin and wiped my face, and I could see a few students laughing.

Just so you know what to write, you have arrived in a bus and are being welcomed by the Headmaster. Feel free to ask questions before he takes a tour to you about the school.

[United Socialist States of Nord Belka]

As students unload from the bus, the air is filled with excitement and enthusiasm. Of course this means it is very loud due to the chatter of students. But, in the distance there is a strange noise, it almost sounds like a jet engine. Only a matter of seconds pass before a small shuttlecraft swoops overhead of the students and begins to hover over a parking spot. The plasma jets are deafening, dust is blown everywhere, and a sign is knocked down as the shuttle touches down on the parking lot. The engines begin to quiet. Once the engines fade to silence, the rear door on the shuttle begins to open.

The door is now fully open and Nord Belka begins to walk out of the shuttle followed quickly by a beautiful woman in a flight suit. Belka looks at the woman gives her a quick kiss. Once done, Belka turns around, pulls out a key from his pocket, presses a button on the keys, and the door closes. Once closed, Belka locks the shuttle, this is made apparent by the fact the shuttle makes two beeps like a car being locked.

As Belka and the woman begin to walk to the warfare hall, Belka steps on the sign that was blown over. He looks down, picks it up, and plants it back in the ground where is was previously, the sign reads, RESERVED FOR PROFESSOR OF WARFARE.

[Kadjata]

In the bus it sits a small Blemmye boy named Opla Fradra. Opla tries to look out of the window of the bus, but he doesnt reach up. When the students arrive at the school of RP Opla thinks: Wow is this a school i`ve never seen such building. Opla asks the student with exited voice right to him,
- Have you been on a school before?, its the first time for me. The student answers, with grumpy voice,
- Yes i have!!!!
Opla gets angry and eats the student and the busdriver screams, No eating back there!

When they arrive at the school Opla burps and walks out of the bus happy. At the door of the school it stands a teacher (possibly Asbjorn). In his backpack Opla has his lunchbox. In Oplas lunchbox he has some human flesh and fork and some exotic fruits.

[Ruhigastle]

A skinny, averaged hight, child was sitting two rows from the from to the school bus. He looks eager, or mildly anxious of the looming school approaching quickly. He let's out a deep breath and looks intently at the door to the bus.

*in the boy's head*
What do I do when we need to get off? I should wait, and get off last so I don't get trampled... But then the kid sitting next to me will get impatient and shove me into the crowd... and- and- if I go first I wiLL prOBABLY BE CRUSHED BY EVERYONE ELSE AND DIE.

He takes another deep breath and notices that the bus had stopped to which he was the first one up, and out of their seat sprinting across the large gardens and plazas to the main hall. He stops at the door for a second and bends over a little winded. He looks back towards the bus to see that no one had even exited the bus yet. He reaches to his backpack to pull out his handkerchief and wipe the sweat from his brow as he continued into the vast, boroque halls of the building.

He keeps walking talking peaks at his flip phone to check the time and respond to a few friends in different colleges. Whilst being completely oblivious to where he was walking, he crashed eight into a tall, beautiful woman in a flight suit. Freaking out a little bit, he introduced himself and made an attempt to help her up frantically while trying to say sorry.

"Go- go- go- gomen'nasai!" *over exaggerated bow*

Another man is also there with the woman, and the child, now known as Ruhig.

[Qandaristania]

Ahmad is sitting in the backseat of the bus, together with some other students. The journey seems exciting, but a little boring since they had to drive for a long time. Once they arrive at the school, Ahmad suddenly feels something. That he has forgot a thing.

"Wait[i] MY BACKPACK!"[/i]

Ahmad runs to the bus and grabs the backpack as fast as he can and runs back out of the bus. He has been part of the Qandari national athlete competition and came in a narrow 2nd place.

He grabbed his mobile and talked to his mom, whom were so excited, even Ahmad freaked out.

"Hello my habibi, how's it going? I am sooooo excited for you going there. Show them how the real Ahmad is!"
"Oh mom, you're really embassaring me a little."
"Bullshit, don't you want some tips from your mom on how to survive in foreign land? They might even suspect you of being terrorist!"
"Alright mom, tell me."
"First, DON'T MAKE ANY FIGHTS AT ALL, ok?"
"Know that. Continue."
"Then, try engaging (?)in a conversation and have fun. Remember, this is not Qandaristan, where you could simply claim that your dad is a warlord for them to thing that you're cool."
"Alrighty."
"Also, keep your culture and religion very darely for yourself. They might not be like us. But respect them."
"Understood, thanks mom!"
"You're welcome, habibi! And by the way, I used to be a diplomat when I was younger. I was in the UK, USSR, Egypt, Syria, China, France and Norway. I know this."
"Cool! Now, got to go, see you mom!"
"Indeed, bye!"

Ahmad hears how his mom is shout dads name in excitement and closes the call.

"Well *deep breath*, I hope I can atleast have it good here.

[United Socialist States of Nord Belka]

A skinny, averaged hight, child was sitting two rows from the from to the school bus. He looks eager, or mildly anxious of the looming school approaching quickly. He let's out a deep breath and looks intently at the door to the bus.

*in the boy's head*
What do I do when we need to get off? I should wait, and get off last so I don't get trampled... But then the kid sitting next to me will get impatient and shove me into the crowd... and- and- if I go first I wiLL prOBABLY BE CRUSHED BY EVERYONE ELSE AND DIE.

He takes another deep breath and notices that the bus had stopped to which he was the first one up, and out of their seat sprinting across the large gardens and plazas to the main hall. He stops at the door for a second and bends over a little winded. He looks back towards the bus to see that no one had even exited the bus yet. He reaches to his backpack to pull out his handkerchief and wipe the sweat from his brow as he continued into the vast, boroque halls of the building.

He keeps walking talking peaks at his flip phone to check the time and respond to a few friends in different colleges. Whilst being completely oblivious to where he was walking, he crashed eight into a tall, beautiful woman in a flight suit. Freaking out a little bit, he introduced himself and made an attempt to help her up frantically while trying to say sorry.

"Go- go- go- gomen'nasai!" *over exaggerated bow*

Another man is also there with the woman, and the child, now known as Ruhig.

Belka reaches down to help the woman up, she grasps his hand and he pulls her up. Once on her feet, she glares at Ruhig, the daggers in her eyes could cut through diamond. Belka puts his arms around her to calm her down. After she is calm, the woman looks down to Ruhig, and begins to speak, her voice is sweet and elegant, despite the fact that, without a shadow of a doubt, she could kill anyone in the blink of an eye, "I am sorry about that, I haven't had the chance to go to the shooting range yet today, or have a cup of coffee yet. Are you one of my husband's students? He is Professor of Warfare." She says with a smile. Belka to looks down at Ruhig and begins to speak with a german-like accent, "Wait a second, you seem oddly familiar... Never mind I must be thinking of someone else." Belka turns to the woman and begins to talk, "Come on Kei, let's get that MG-3 from the wall and some coffee." The two continue walking.

[Kadjata]

Opla goes to one of the benches and sits there, pulls out his lunchbox and start eating. While he is eating he thinks (a very rare sight).

In Oplas head: (auto translated from blemmyeish)
Hmm im having a hard time making friends, i dont have friends at home.
This a one chance so i have to take it. Im missing home.

While Opla thinks a tear runs down his cheek.....

[The Peoples East Africa]

As the bus came to a complete stop, Ájìk Cíkbòg looked out the window at the main university of RP.
''It's big, I'll give it that. Not as big as the palace of The Supreme Almighty Unquestioned Leader, but it will do.''
He had with him his large school bag, carrying tools for his Blood Rituals. He was wearing the standard clothing of The Peoples East Africa, a black shirt, black pants, black socks, black shoes, black jacket, and around his neck was the symbol of National Blood Worship hanging on a chain.
He tried hard to be the first out of the bus, always being taught to make a good impression when meeting strange people, but was beaten by some skinny kid.

He gave a bow to his new headmaster when he arrived, knowing respect for his elders, but he couldn't help but laugh when he tripped over his words. He thought to himself:
''That old fool can't even give a speech to a bunch of new arrivals. What more can I expect from a capitalist nation such as this.''
When he saw the professor of warfare arrive, he was excited. This was the sole reason he came here, to learn of better ways to wage war, so that he could assist his country in ending imperialism. Though his mother forced him to apply for diplomacy as well. He was especially impressed when a gorgeous woman followed the military professor. He turned to their new headmaster:
''Sir, when will the classes be starting? I take a lot of time in the morning to perform my Blood Rituals, and I can't have anything get in the way of them.''

[Qandaristania]

Ahmad walked around, feeling bored. He then sat on the bench beside Opla.
First he thinks why he would sit and try to become friends with a cannibal, that might even eat him alive in this very moment. Then he thought again that the more friends you have got, the better.

He checks his Facebook in his Samsung Galaxy S5 and sees some picture of some friends, although his mom told him not to talk to these girls, but Ahmad can't resist.

He suddenly realizes that Opla is sitting there and took down the phone. Then Ahmad asked:
"Hey! What's your name?"

[Kadjata]

Ahmad walked around, feeling bored. He then sat on the bench beside Opla.
First he thinks why he would sit and try to become friends with a cannibal, that might even eat him alive in this very moment. Then he thought again that the more friends you have got, the better.

He checks his Facebook in his Samsung Galaxy S5 and sees some picture of some friends, although his mom told him not to talk to these girls, but Ahmad can't resist.

He suddenly realizes that Opla is sitting there and took down the phone. Then Ahmad asked:
"Hey! Whats your name?"

(Everything Opla says is translated from Blemmyeish)
When Opla notices a boy is coming, he jumps down on all fours and take defensive positions. When the boy doesnt attack Opla, Opla calms down and sits beside the boy. The boy pulls out a strange thing from his pocket, Opla starts thinking:

Does everyone have strange things like that one in thier pockets. Must be some sort of device thats used to communitate with others. But the boy opens some sort of another device "Bookface" it reads or something like that...

The boy asks:
- Hey! Whats ypur name? Opla answers.
- Im Opla Fradra of Blemmyes!
- Whats your name

[Qandaristania]

Ahmad walked around, feeling bored. He then sat on the bench beside Opla.
First he thinks why he would sit and try to become friends with a cannibal, that might even eat him alive in this very moment. Then he thought again that the more friends you have got, the better.

He checks his Facebook in his Samsung Galaxy S5 and sees some picture of some friends, although his mom told him not to talk to these girls, but Ahmad can't resist.

He suddenly realizes that Opla is sitting there and took down the phone. Then Ahmad asked:
"Hey! Whats your name?"

(Everything Opla says is translated from Blemmyeish)
When Opla notices a boy is coming, he jumps down on all fours and take defensive positions. When the boy doesnt attack Opla, Opla calms down and sits beside the boy. The boy pulls out a strange thing from his pocket, Opla starts thinking:

Does everyone have strange things like that one in thier pockets. Must be some sort of device thats used to communitate with others. But the boy opens some sort of another device "Bookface" it reads or something like that...

The boy asks:
- Hey! Whats ypur name? Opla answers.
- Im Opla Fradra of Blemmyes!
- Whats your name

Alrighty, Ahmad says and gets ready to present himself. "This is my chance to get new friends!" Ahmad thought.

"My name is Ahmad Mosavi Farah, but you can call me Ahmad. I am from Qandashahar in western Qandaristan, a sunni town in a dominantly Shia area. My mom used to be a notable Qandari diplomat, and was very popular, while my dad used to be a Local Commander of the army around my area before he fled to Xinjiang in China. I don't have so much contacts with him, but my mom always calls him and tells him to talk to me. We start to talk more oftenly and I visited there once I was 7 years old."

Ahmad takes a big breath to continue

"My two sisters, one older and one younger, used to be a pain in the asshole to me. He older one always used to be rude all the time, while the young one is more nicer yet always so wanting" he said with a yawn after.

"But they weren't bad, in fact, I am happy to have them. I got three other brothers, one that is 8, one that is 12 and one that is 25, older than me." he adds.

"What about you?" Ahmad asks Opla. "What is your background and story?"

[Kadjata]

My backruond story? Opla says. Well it goes like this:

"I dont Know when i was born, i dont know who my parents was. We dont have a time count in the tribes so its hard to know what time it is. I was named upon the tribe of Oplani and got my surname from the cheif of Oplani. And the chief has taken care of me all this time. We dont have school in the tribes, the well learned only can count to 3. So school is entirely new for me. I think im 16 now. I dont have any siblings. Thats my story". What should we talk about now?

[Ruhigastle]

With his continued wondering of the main halls, and smaller corridors of the school, Ruhig continuously searches for the dorm in which he shall reside in the time he shall spend. He stops for a minute and looks at an interesting painting on the wall. He dates it back to the renaissance era, and was surprised to see such a piece here. he only saw a painting of that kind of sort since a trip to the ancient city of Firenze Italia, during the age of old republics.

as he observes and studies the painting and the frame work, the headmaster walks pass in a perpendicular hall to Ruhig's right. Ruhig immediately stops looking at the painting, and runs around the corner to catch the headmaster and ask him about the dorm rooms.

"Excuse me, Sir. I haven't introduced myself. My name is Ruhig, from the northern land of Ruhigastle... do you have a minute? I seem to be a little lost as to finding my dorm room. could you help point me in the right direction?" Ruhig asks meekly and with a gentle tone.

[Gyllenemark]

Asbjorn couldn't resist but smile at the number of students involved in the Arts. He walked down the steps, and welcomed each one of them. As he turned back to return to his room, he was approached by a student. Ah, the African. One of the Diplomacy students, I am sure, Asjorn thought. He smiled and began speaking. "So your nation worships blood? Impressive... and today is a free day. Go to your dorms, or discover the university itself, today, you may relax." Asbjorn once more, walked to the university.

He took a mental note that the student was... of an intriguing country. Asbjorn rid himself of the thoughts and continued buzzing in and out of areas. As he approached the dorm, once more, he was interrupted by another student. "Ah yes. The dorm rooms are north.." Asbjorn pointed in the front. "There is one main lounge hall for students, with a number of doors for your private rooms. However, if you wish, you may also allow another to share dorm rooms with you." Asbjorn said.

He smiled and soon, headed up to his quarters.

And so started,

RPing 101.

[United Socialist States of Nord Belka]

Asbjorn couldn't resist but smile at the number of students involved in the Arts. He walked down the steps, and welcomed each one of them. As he turned back to return to his room, he was approached by a student. Ah, the African. One of the Diplomacy students, I am sure, Asjorn thought. He smiled and began speaking. "So your nation worships blood? Impressive... and today is a free day. Go to your dorms, or discover the university itself, today, you may relax." Asbjorn once more, walked to the university.

He took a mental note that the student was... of an intriguing country. Asbjorn rid himself of the thoughts and continued buzzing in and out of areas. As he approached the dorm, once more, he was interrupted by another student. "Ah yes. The dorm rooms are north.." Asbjorn pointed in the front. "There is one main lounge hall for students, with a number of doors for your private rooms. However, if you wish, you may also allow another to share dorm rooms with you." Asbjorn said.

He smiled and soon, headed up to his quarters.

And so started,

RPing 101.

The loud speakers come to live with a slight crackling and a short squeal. Then the Germanic voice of Prof. Nord Belka is projected throughout the halls.

"Hallo, this is professor of warfare speaking, and I am here to inform you all that you are not to panic if you hear gunshots come from the warfare wing of the school. I have a shooting range here, so gunfire is perfectly normal!"

The speakers cut out for a second only to turn back on almost immediately. Over the speakers comes the voice of Nord Belka's wife (and assistant professor of warfare), Kei Nagase.

"Also, the shooting range is going hot! Please call ahead before entering the warfare lecture hall! Thank you, that is all."

This time the intercom cuts out for the last time, only to quickly be followed by the echoing, semi-muffled sounds of a MG-3 and a MG-42 firing in the distance. It is made clear to the entire university that the professor and his wife love guns... A LOT!

[Laanvia]

Well this RP has been a flop...

[United Socialist States of Nord Belka]

Well this RP has been a flop...

Get the f*ck out of here. Take your negative comments elsewhere.

[Laanvia]

Well this RP has been a flop...

Get the f*ck out of here. Take your negative comments elsewhere.

Well then why don't you make an IC post?