Lychee State Academy (IC, Apply first)

[Lychee]

Lychee City Airport
4:30 PM PST, 3:30 PM LNT

The city airport was nothing more than an ocean- an ocean of swirling waves, of all colors, shapes and sizes. In the middle was an island runway, lacking any waves whatsoever but home to both palm trees and the glistening planes flying in. Special Lychee planes had been sent to each exchange nation in hopes that they would return to the ocean safely.

Outside of this airport, there laid the Lychee Estates; rows of houses that matched just about as well as bananas and apples. In other words, they looked absolutely dissimilar. Some were of a Victorian architecture, while others were futuristic- some looked just like run-down fishing cabins in the middle of the woods. All were unique; not like everyday Lychee-made homes that populated the local neighborhoods.

Standing by an obvious marquee stating "FOREIGN STUDENTS OVER HERE, NOW!" stood a woman by the name of Rupia-Lorraine Cree. Rupia was a stout woman, with a cultured shade of mahogany-colored skin and a wave of auburn hair, perfectly complimenting her features. Although not the thinnest woman that has ever walked the planet, Rupia's face simply shone with innocence. It was clear that she did not support the above marquee in which she was being forced to advertise.

With hopes that the foreign students would arrive safely, Rupia crossed her sausage-like fingers and stood there, only occasionally stopping to look at her surroundings. Please provide them a bit of amnesty...

[Lychee]

Oliander Evans- or as the students preferred to call him, "Venom"- had both the agility and the tongue of a quick-striking viper. He was not thrilled about teaching foreigners- a nationalist at heart, he believed in his Lychee students unconditionally. Though this was barely shown; for Oliander was not the quintessential Mr. Nice Guy. In fact, the physical education teacher had given out more infractions (detentions) than any other instructor on the district.

So the man, reluctantly, gathered around a group of students who had been placed directly into foreigners' classes. Randomly picked, these kids were hit-or-miss with Oliander. For instance, Celestia Liu was a role model; quiet and polite, and quite pretty- but Stone? Sierra Stone was notorious throughout the school. With her whip-sharp blonde hair and pounds of liner plastered onto her superficial face, only the popular clique liked her. As in any school, popularity was key- a part of Oliander wondered how the foreigners would fit in to the food chain of Lychee.

Of course, with the liberal attitude and small size of the Academy, popularity was not how it seemed. Bullying was pretty nonexistent, and the "mean girls" were very accepting. Nobody gave a second thought about what you wore, did, or looked like in Lychee- unless you were foreign. Everyone loved foreigners.

Oliander glanced at the students surrounding him. There was Maggie Tibet- she was a decent student. A good, solid choice- though not the most intelligent of children, she had a kind heart. Celestia Liu, was, of course, beautiful- though again, a heart dominant over the brain. And that strange child "Seven"- a mystery to the teacher himself. Seven enjoyed PE, and was exceptional at the subject- but otherwise, his report card was full of failure marks.
O'Cunningham- now this would be interesting. With a snarky mind, Patrick was the biggest ladies' man in the school... for now. He could get three girlfriends in two hours if he could, the man was that manipulative.
Mohammed al-Safi was a top achiever, having a keen interest in medicine, while managing to stay at the high end of the popularity chain. Sierra Stone- she was nothing less than notorious. And why must the school choose Magdalena? Known as Lychee's "High Priest", she was repeatedly forcing her cult onto others- bribes were often involved in sake of the Holy Ways.

One thing was for certain, Oliander thought- Lychee State Academy was ought to get a lot more interesting.

[Bubba Reb]

As the plane approached for a landing, Festus found himself wondering if the pilot was crash landing, or if he was seeing things. He saw water all around, and a few trees, but due to the angle of the plane he guessed, he couldn't see much of anything worth landing on.

Shrugging his broad shoulders in resignition, he decided that he would either live through it, or not. And if not, he likely wouldnt know it anyway.
So he sat back in the seat, closed his eyes and relaxed. If he died he'd rather die comfortable he thought. However he did find it to be a relief just as he felt the landing gear gently touch the runway.

After the plane taxied and the steps were in place, he patted his shoulder holster to make sure the retention measures hadn't been engaged during the long flight. Having lived all his life in a nation where nearly every law abiding citizen carried at least one personal firearm, every school teacher was armed, and every citizen very well trained in firearms and safety, it never crossed his mind that anyone would object to something so normal as wearing their chosen tool for self defense. Back home every student over 16 that qualified and passed the psych evaluations and chose to carry, did so. Of course that meant nearly everyone did.

After confirming everything was secure he grabbed his trunk that occupied the three seats on the row opposite him.
It weighed nearly two hundred pounds so he figured next time he might pack lighter as he nearly spilled the coffee in his left hand when he hefted the trunk onto his shoulder with the right. Taking one last sip he placed the cup in the armrest of his seat and headed toward the doorway. Ducking through the opening so his 6ft 9in hight and the trunk would fit, he squinted a little as the bright sun peirced the dimness of the planes interior.

Looking to the sign for foreign students he headed over and prepared to introduce himself.

[Bad Nazis]

It had been the first time Heinz ever flew in a plane, so it had been very exciting. He had been seated by the window so he could see how the landscape changed beneath them. It was his first time outside the Reich too, so it had added to the excitement.

When the plane had landed, the young boy picked up his backpack and put on his cap. Due to the special occasion he wore his Heidlerjugend uniform, that his dear mother had insisted on ironing before he departed. As a result, he almost looked like a little soldier on leave.

Heinz followed the other students. There was a sign too, but he wasn't too sure on what it said, as his English wasn't the best, and he wasn't very good at reading. But it said something about "students" so it must be the right place. This was confirmed when a dark woman, one of the Lychee teachers, spoke. He had been nervous, but there was something about the woman that made him calm down and feel a bit more comfortable. He looked at the other students. They seemed to be a mix of all kinds, and he was the youngest. How would all this work?

[Lychee]

Rupia could only back away at the sight of the obviously foreign student who towered over her. A teacher, Rupia scolded herself, a teacher! She must not let down the poor little dear, no matter his height... or obvious weaponry. the latter was, of course, allowed in Lychee, but Rupia only cringed at the sight of the burly old things.

"Hello, dear, and welcome to Lychee State Academy. You are..." Rupia pulled out the book containing every exchange student's name, picture, and country- "Festus Lugene Funderbuck, am I correct?"

She smiled her famous honey-sweet grin at the young student, in hopes it would ease the poor dear into her little system.

"Festus, now that you're the first one to arrive you may choose a residence. See all the homes behind me, inside the steel gate? You can pick any one, now that I've registered you. Oh-" Rupia caught herself- "I'm Mrs. Rupia-Lorraine Cree, your Foreign Cultures teacher. It's a pleasure to meet you, honey bunches."

You may create the appearance of a building due to your country's architecture. For example, if Festus wants a log cabin, make him choose a log cabin-like residence. And a number to go along with it.

[Crumb-Cashew]

Cotture arrived in a signature plane- Crumb-Cashew International Airlines, corporate class. Not that Cotture enjoyed such luxuries- though for an exchange student, there was a significant amount of work that would be provided.

Cotture wasn't sure about Lychee from first glance- it seemed quite unnatural- though a human place was a human place. Besides, Cotture was starting her pro-culture therapy- including wearing an onion pendant, dressing in subtle clothing that admittedly made the young woman look quite stunning, and carrying a cell phone. Luckily, the girl was doing quite well already, and had made her first over-3-minute phone call to her mother. It was quite an accomplishment for a Crumb who had lived for almost a month in a wheat field. Any passersby would label her as a foreigner- quite cultured, but no different otherwise.

She was dressed in a wool sweater, mustard colored and gently draping her sides and waist. A designer brand, even- with a Cipolle symbol printed on the side. With darker khaki pants and woolen socks, Cotture's clothing was comfortable yet neutral. She looked quite pretty in the dim light- more than pretty, though if Cotture was getting stares, she wouldn't be aware.

Her dark cloud of brown hair, deep olive skin, huge black eyes and curved nose made her comparable to a strangely mutated Italian with some Slavic qualities- though even those would not fully describe her appearance. Everything about her was balanced unnaturally; harsh features such as the nose were combined with the softer, big black eyes. Her cheekbones, lips and long eyelashes gave Cotture hints of femininity, though she wore no makeup or brightly colored substances. In fact, Cotture had a more cultured, refined beauty that seemed almost impossible, such as the beauty of a vast wheat field. Not hot, not seductive, not even close to cute; however.

With thoughts in mind, Cotture strode over to a marquee, noticing the broad-shouldered boy and the little woman standing beside him. Nodding politely in their direction, she introduced herself.

"Ciao. I'm Cotture Crumb-Cannellini; this must be Lychee State, yes?"

[Sacheyenya]

D'tonier quite liked the drop in, herself. It reminded her of mainland Sacheyenya. Ah, the mainland. She had only been there twice, once for spring break last year, which she had loved every minute of. The second time was the day before her flight to Lychee, and she could not have been more ecstatic about meeting the king. He wasn't too much older than herself, and recieving a personal blessing from him was definitely one of the prouder moments of her life.

"Good confedanonda'ji, you will be representing the empire at this foreign school. An ambassador? No. But, if all goes well, perhaps I can change that for you. I look forward to hearing about your experiences. Do be sure to write, and do be sure to impress." The thought of impressing the king had her heart doing leaps and bounds, though she didn't express this externally. Externally, instead, she was admiring the treetops and thanking the gods for the opportunity presented with her, never mind the fact that the king had actually put his confidence in her.

She wore a plain white dress for now, and her hair was pulled back in a loose bun as she got off the plane. She carried two suitcases, one full of clothes, and another with a portable altar. Tucked away in her clothes was a cellphone and a wallet, and she always had her passport on her at all times. Being from outside the mainland, she was not as affluent as most other Sacheyenyani, though the grant given to her for agreeing to this little 'excursion', as they had called it, was still a generous sum.

She looked around the airport, smiling slightly, though overflowing with delight internally that she had finally arrived. It didn't take her long to notice the sign, and she was admittedly taken aback. It struck her as rude, but she brushed it off after a moment. Perhaps this was simply how they greeted people in Lychee. With a small smile on her face, she approached the group that had coalesced, waiting for someone to notice her, rather than step outside her comfort zone.

[Bubba Reb]

Rupia could only back away at the sight of the obviously foreign student who towered over her. A teacher, Rupia scolded herself, a teacher! She must not let down the poor little dear, no matter his height... or obvious weaponry. the latter was, of course, allowed in Lychee, but Rupia only cringed at the sight of the burly old things.

"Hello, dear, and welcome to Lychee State Academy. You are..." Rupia pulled out the book containing every exchange student's name, picture, and country- "Festus Lugene Funderbuck, am I correct?"

She smiled her famous honey-sweet grin at the young student, in hopes it would ease the poor dear into her little system.

"Festus, now that you're the first one to arrive you may choose a residence. See all the homes behind me, inside the steel gate? You can pick any one, now that I've registered you. Oh-" Rupia caught herself- "I'm Mrs. Rupia-Lorraine Cree, your Foreign Cultures teacher. It's a pleasure to meet you, honey bunches."

You may create the appearance of a building due to your country's architecture. For example, if Festus wants a log cabin, make him choose a log cabin-like residence. And a number to go along with it.

Festus was used to strangers backing away and looking at him uncomfortably. That's just the way things were when you looked as weird as he did. So he didn't think twice about the teachers reaction when he approached her. He couldn't help but notice however, the two pretty girls that had just arrived. He figured that whichever student caught their eyes would be a very lucky person. Of course he knew that he'd never have that opportunity. Even if one of them ever did notice him, it would probably be just to stare at his freakishly unnatractive appearance.

Why couldn't he have been born as a regular ol skinny kid he wondered. If only he'd have been interested in computers or knitting, maybe he wouldn't have loved building things with logs and steel and he wouldn't have gotten all those ridiculous muscles that everyone must hate. And he was sure they did, even now the attractive girl wearing the nice wool sweater was looking at him. She must be thinking "what a freak" he was sure. Too bad though, because they both were mighty easy to look at.

Focusing back on what the teacher was saying he listened intently. His eyes lit up and a surprised smile brightened his face at her last words. "Honey bunches"
That reminded him of so many of the women back home. They were always quick to toss out a friendly "darlin" "sweety" or some other affectionate word. He'd always just thought it was "a southern thing" and was pleasantly surprised to find it here.

"Hello Mrs. Rupia-Lorraine Cree, yes ma'am I am Festus. But ma'am, the pleasure is all mine."

He looks over to the wide variety of houses and is quite impressed with their varied architecture.

"Aww ma'am I'm not too picky. I reckon I'll be happy wherever you put me."

Casually lifting the big trunk off his shoulder he sets it gently on the ground. With the better view his eyes light up as he spots a beautiful log home.

"Umm...ma'am, he hesitates, I'll stay wherever you like, but do you think there would be enough room for me in that nice log house over there?"

He points at an elegant, yet rustic mansion with lush green grass and signs of natural beauty all around it.

[Praciba]

(OOC: Speech like this is in Pracib, although I might also include pieces of Pracib that aren't translated)

He had gotten the job and was finally away from those filthy refugees, although it wasn't sure if these students would become a lesser evil. While Veloißo had generally enjoyed his work as a refugee teacher, there was one that had been especially annoying. Ignoring him, making fun of his examples, turning up the heat of his smoking pants, burning teaching materials while on a psychotic episode... He had come pretty close to strangling the guy until his grandmother, a well-known Pracib scientist that had now retired into an ambassadorial position, suggested to have the man deported to an even worse country than he came from. While he generally didn't like her, it was helpful at times to have someone with influence and power in the family, even when such power and influence came from being the Pracib inventor of the worst weapon in the world, and the man had quickly found himself on a small tundra island with nothing more than a one-room cabin, a dodgy fishing boat and a dodgy fishing rod. They say you can still hear him cursing while travelling near the island.

Either way, nothing like that mattered anymore as Veloißo found himself stuffed in the only passenger transportation method generally available to nations without direct links to Praciba, a cargo crate. While most foreigners tended to cringe when thinking of travelling in a cargo crate, these repeated-use crates were generally somewhat longer and featured a special divan that allowed the passenger to travel half-comfortably, although it never seemed to come close to normal passenger flights. While arrangements had been made for the students, he was a teacher and teachers had to arrange for their own transportation. Still, any chance to see a different part of the world while not working with traumatized refugees was a chance that had to be taken.

Hearing a tap on the crate, following the tune of the Pracib national anthem, Veloißo knew that he had arrived. The fact that the cargo crate was picked up and moved was yet another good sign that his journey was coming to an end. Taking the last of his water, he threw some in his face and washed his hands to make sure that he didn't come over as an unwashed lout. While the flight hadn't taken very long, or atleast in the mind of Veloißo it hadn't, it was never wrong to freshen oneself up.

Wearing galaxy-colored platform boots combined with tight red leather pants hugging his skin, showing everything, and a perfectly white sleeveless shirt, often called a wife-beater. Due to the temperatures in a cargo crate, he had taken off his jacket, made of red leather like his pants, and simply held it in one of his arms. As he got out of the crate, that had now been placed a small distance from the marquee, his other hand had found a can of hair spray. Applying it with a reasonable vigor, Veloißo only stopped when he was sure of the fact that his hair wouldn't move. Dropping the can in the, now-uninhabited, cargo crate, he looked around.

''So this is the place? Could be worse, I guess. How do they maintain their student-teacher relations... I should write that down, that might be something to write about for that cultural magazine. It seems that they are more strict than we are back home. Either way, best get on with finding out where to go, otherwise people might think I'm mental talking to myself in a strange language. Oh look, who's our teacher? It's that mental guy that talks to himself, how nice. They must get a subsidy for him or something. Haha!''

Seemingly pleased with himself, Veloißo walked towards the marquee and Rupia-Lorraine Cree. Settling on taking a wait, so that the students before him could find their place without any rush, he took a seat on the ground or rather, went and laid down more than he actually sat. Propping himself up by his elbows, he briefly looked at Mrs. Cree and the students before staring at the sky and humming a Pracib folk tune, presumably about love or another topic that repeatedly found itself in folk tunes.

''If I bother you, feel free to say so. Had a long flight and a cargo crate isn't as comfy as they said at the travel agency.''

[Bad Nazis]

Heinz noticed Festus point to the log cabin, and he looked there as well. It was a swell cottage, a lot bigger than his family's, and it almost seemed to have been teleported right from the Alps. "Ist der vere we will live?" he asked Rupia, and his Austrian accent was extremely notable. He would definitely not mind at all if that was where they would stay, the house looked wonderful!

"Excuse me, gnädige Frau, could you please repeat what you just said? In German, perhaps? I'm not sure I've verstanden." It felt a little odd to talk polite to a schwartze, but she seemed nice, and it was not as if he was in a position where he could talk otherwise.

[Cumberlanda]

As Chase looked out of the plane as he exited, he immediately looked for the sign. Walking towards it, he had an old iPod in his ears. Immediately finding the tallest guy there, he thought it would be good to befriend him first. After all, he wasn't sure if he could fight off anyone. Not that he'd want to. But first, he walked up to Ms. Rupia. In his green and white polo and grey pants, he gave a slight bow, and with an accent that sounded off, he spoke.

"Greetings, Madame. I am Chase Lanier, of Cumberlanda. I suppose this is where the foreign students meet?"

Meanwhile, he was still eyeing Festus, who wasn't too far away.

((OOC: His accent is somewhat like a watered down Brooklyn accent))

[Sacheyenya]

D'tonier remained quiet, and slightly off to the side as she saw the other students arriving, and making their first impression. First she noticed the large Southern boy, and wondered absently if he was descended from the "ji'anti", a race of large men-like entities that warred with the Olympians when the earth was young. He must be, she thought, as he was much larger than any student she'd seen. That didn't necessarily deter her, but it did put her off ease.

She found herself subconsciously scooting closer to him, though, when she saw the Nazi arrive. Between living 14 years in the GTR, and being a Sacheyneyani Nationalist, she feared Nazis like most men feared the plague. She recalled the recent 2nd Annual Address, however, where she had been told of a group of 'decent Nazis', and put her mind slightly at ease by convincing her that he was one of them. Coincidentally, he was one of the ones that had been spoken of in the Address, but she had no way of immediately confirming this.

Nothing in particular struck her about Cotture, or about Chase, but she took notice of both of them, as well. They seemed decent to her, and she smiled as people started introducing themselves. She cleared her throat to speak, but did so softly, not particularly wanting to be heard by anyone who wasn't in the immediate vicinity - not even sure she wanted to be heard by those who were in the immediate vicinity. "Hail, and blessings of the Gods, friends." She recited as she had learned in 'etiquette class' back home, with a small stutter on 'hail'. "I am D'tonier Ajul, of the Sacheyenyani Territory of Balcna. It is nice to meet you all."

[Bad Nazis]

D'tonier remained quiet, and slightly off to the side as she saw the other students arriving, and making their first impression. First she noticed the large Southern boy, and wondered absently if he was descended from the "ji'anti", a race of large men-like entities that warred with the Olympians when the earth was young. He must be, she thought, as he was much larger than any student she'd seen. That didn't necessarily deter her, but it did put her off ease.

She found herself subconsciously scooting closer to him, though, when she saw the Nazi arrive. Between living 14 years in the GTR, and being a Sacheyneyani Nationalist, she feared Nazis like most men feared the plague. She recalled the recent 2nd Annual Address, however, where she had been told of a group of 'decent Nazis', and put her mind slightly at ease by convincing her that he was one of them. Coincidentally, he was one of the ones that had been spoken of in the Address, but she had no way of immediately confirming this.

Nothing in particular struck her about Cotture, or about Chase, but she took notice of both of them, as well. They seemed decent to her, and she smiled as people started introducing themselves. She cleared her throat to speak, but did so softly, not particularly wanting to be heard by anyone who wasn't in the immediate vicinity - not even sure she wanted to be heard by those who were in the immediate vicinity. "Hail, and blessings of the Gods, friends." She recited as she had learned in 'etiquette class' back home, with a small stutter on 'hail'. "I am D'tonier Ajul, of the Sacheyenyani Territory of Balcna. It is nice to meet you all."

Heinz heard D'tonier introduce herself, and was a little surprised that foreigners also heiled, even if it wasn't in the right way. Maybe no one had ever thought them, it was far from every country that was lucky enough to be led by a strong leader like Gottfried Heidler, the Führer.

"Heil!" he exclaimed in a rather loud voice and raised his right arm before introducing himself to the others, and especially the Sacheyenyi girl next to him. "My name is Heinrich Müller, and I come from Vienna, in the Armed Republic of Bad Nazis."

[The Peoples East Africa]

As the plane turned in to land, Díkù Hàyíjè Músájèx turned to the pilot.
''It is unacceptable to be late in The Peoples East Africa, you know. I can't expect anything less from a capitalist hellhole.''
He was wearing a pair of black pants, a black shirt, and a black jacket. Black shoes with black socks covered his feet. He has the insignia of National Blood Worship on a chain around his neck.
Díkù turned and grabbed his two suitcases and waited by the door as the plane came to a stop on the runway. He took a step out and breathed in this foreign air.
''Even the odour of the land is foul. Never mind, I must meet my hosts.''

He started the walk to the sign that said "FOREIGN STUDENTS OVER HERE, NOW!".
''These people have the nerve to address me as anything less than a master race. I should lea...''
He has noticed Festus. His jaw dropped. He whispered to himself in his native tongue.
''The Forest Ogres... I thought they died out years ago.''
He turned to the foreign teachers.
''Greetings comrades! I am Díkù Hàyíjè Músájèx, his most brilliant prodigy of The Peoples East Africa. I have come here to learn of your culture and expand my wisdom.''

[Bad Nazis]

As the plane turned in to land, Díkù Hàyíjè Músájèx turned to the pilot.
''It is unacceptable to be late in The Peoples East Africa, you know. I can't expect anything less from a capitalist hellhole.''
He was wearing a pair of black pants, a black shirt, and a black jacket. Black shoes with black socks covered his feet. He has the insignia of National Blood Worship on a chain around his neck.
Díkù turned grabbed his two suitcases and waited by the door as the plane came to a stop on the runway. He took a step out and breathed in this foreign air.
''Even the odour of the land if foul. Never mind, I must meet my hosts.''

He started the walk to the sign that said "FOREIGN STUDENTS OVER HERE, NOW!".
''These people have the nerve to address me as anything less than a master race. I should lea...''
He has noticed Festus. His jaw dropped. He whispered to himself in his native tongue.
''The Forest Ogres... I thought they died out years ago.''
He turned to the foreign teachers.
''Greetings comrades! I am Díkù Hàyíjè Músájèx, his most brilliant prodigy of The Peoples East Africa. I have come here to learn of your culture and expand my wisdom.''

The young Heinz couldn't help but to stare at the African. It was the blackest man he had ever seen! He became fascinated and a little nervous, but didn't come up with anything to say.

[Sacheyenya]

D'tonier was going to curtsy to accent her greeting, but swiftly snapped to attention, both in startle and out of habit, at the resounding heil from Heinrich. She looked at him, wide eyes, and inching ever so slightly nearer to the ji'anto (as she resolved to call Festus) for the sense of subconscious security he offered. But then Heinrich introduced himself, and all notion of fear faded away. Well, most notion of fear, as she was still quite shy, and he was still quite German National Socialist Worker's Party-ish.

It only got worse when the East African arrived. They had also been discussed at the Address. D'tonier felt surrounded, surrounded by people she wasn't sure she wanted to be around. Where was she to turn for comfort? The enemy of the Olympians, the enemy of the Empire, or what she perceived as the enemy of civilized society everywhere. Well, she resolved again, this Nazi was polite enough to introduce himself to her, and the ji'anto seemed gentle enough, but that East African fellow was still too loud, and not in the manner that demanded respect, as the Nazi was. She found her comfort zone, surprisingly, in between Heinrich and Festus.

"It is nice to meet you, Heinrich." D'tonier greeted in a Northern European accent. "The Uster Latvii region of Balcna, especially the district of Lutsa, where I am from, is relatively close to Austria. Erm... You do mean Vienna, Austria, yes?" She was worried she had just said something incredibly stupid. How many Viennas were there? Probably only one, in Austria. But then, you never truly know, and she wouldn't have been surprised if there was another. Embarrassed as she was at her own question, anything was better than being in conversation with the East African who, in her eyes, probably sacrificed people such as herself to their blood gods.

[Bad Nazis]

Mein Gott... For some reason he began to blush when the older girl talked to him. She was nice to look at, and she seemed nice as a person too, so that made it all the more embarrasing, and that got him even redder. He hoped no one noticed.

"Eh, yes. Vienna in Austria, or Österreich as we call it back home. Is there another Vienna? You can call me Heinz, all my friends does. Where did you come from you said?"

Then he shut up, as he felt he was about to start to babble. He was rarely this shy, but there was something about being alone in a new country on your first trip abroad. And maybe there was something about this girl too.

[Sacheyenya]

She smiled. She didn't notice he was blushing, but that's probably because she was still delighted to know that Heinz was one of the good ones. "The district of Lutsa, in the Uster Latvii region of the Sacheyenyani Colony of Balcna." She repeated. "I know not if there is more than one Vienna, I was... Merely curious." She completed at last, before becoming quiet. "You are one of the good Nazis, yes? Our history books have a lot of bad ones. Sacheyenya was an axis power in WW2, but nobody liked... That king." Now, she blushed. She knew a total of three Sacheyenyani kings. Boquilleur, who founded Sacheyenya. Tal'eu, the current king, and his father Sarko, who had colonized Balcna.

"And then I lived in the Great Terran Republic, and they were all Nazi's until Lord Dyanu and his gallant band liberated the area." She spoke that line quicker, not even thinking that some, namely Heinz, may consider 'liberated' an offensive term, considering it was the likes of Heinz that it was 'liberated' from. "I-I'm sorry!" She turned suddenly, to face Festus. "Ji'anto, I am sorry if I have ignored you and offended you." She flustered slightly, almost in a half-prayer tone, as someone would who is addressing a mythical being. "It is nice to meet you, too. And both of you, as well!" She added the last part in recognition of Cotture and Chase. She then got the sense that she was definitely making a scene, and decided to slink back again slightly to avoid gazes.

[Bad Nazis]

If he was a good Nazi? He definitely hoped so, and he did his best to be a good Bad Nazi, but he wasn't entirely sure on what she meant. If her country already had national socialism once, why did they need to be liberated? Had their leaders betrayed the ideals? And for the rest, let's just say that Heinz hadn't listen very carefully during history class. But their countries seemed to have been on the same side in the war, that was at least something, even if it was confusing. But in the end, all Heinz could say was:

"Uhm... Yeah."

There were other students there too, should he try to talk with them, or wait for them to speak to him? He still hadn't gotten a response from the Lychee teacher. He decided to remain quiet for the moment.

[Lychee]

Mrs. Cree turned to the many students. "Honies, welcome to Lychee State- we're so glad to have you here. As you may know, Lychee State has a student residence program- feel free to choose your own house back there, as long as it's within the gate."

To the German student- Heinrich Müller, she thought, she repeated her speech in German. After all, she was the world cultures teacher...

"Honig, willkommen zu Lychee Zustand- wir sind so froh, dass Sie hier sind. Wie Sie vielleicht wissen, hat Lychee Zustand ein Studentenwohnheim System. Fühlen Sie sich frei, Ihr eigenes Haus zurück dort wählen, solange es innerhalb des Tores ist."

[Bubba Reb]

Now Festus had always been taught that "different" is ok, and maybe even better in a lot of circumstances. So he consciously strove to suppress knee jerk reactions and keep his mind open enough to see around the situation instead of just focusing on a single aspect of it.
But even he was a begining to show signs of suppressed suprise, amusement, and perplexed interest at the gathering of unusual individuals around him
As it was quite obvious that these were no normal collection of people, but that each one had their own distinct individuality.
He took a second look at each one, observing things he hadnt fully taken in before.

Take this little fella that just walked up for instance.
He seemed to be quite comfortable in his surroundings, and confident enough to pull off a classy bow, as if that were just the normal thing to do, and not just something people do in the movies.
He'd have to remember this little guys name, "Chase" he'd told the teacher. Yep, thought Festus, this guy might have a small exterior, but his personality was plenty big enough.

Festus shifted his gaze to the funny talkin guy that he though had mentioned something about Germany. He had to remind himself that out here in this wonderfully unusual place, he would undoubtedly be running into equally unusual people, and not all of them would talk normal like himself.

Festus almost chuckled at the thought. "At least I aint got no accent ta cause me to seem wierd ta folks. Maybe I should attend a school fer the blind?"

He saw the funny talking guy point to the log house. He couldnt begin to guess what the boy had said but he resolved to himself that if someone else wanted the house and didnt want to share, he was NOT going to fight over it.

Festus still vividly recalled the last fight he'd gotten into. Of course, all the MMA training and combat fighting he practiced regularly couldn't be considered a fight. He knew the special forces instructor back home must be fakeing pain when they sparred, and had to be letting him win just to get his spirits up. He was just that nice of a guy.

But he'd never forget that day outside the outpost gates when he was 13.

Festus had just been minding his own business, playing out near the edge of the woodlot as he loved to do. His mom never seemed to mind, she was always busy picking the evenings dinner from their flourishing family garden.
Festus had just found another dead tree to push over and he was really hoping to find another big racoon in this one! Those coons made great pets and he really wanted another one.

So he crept up silently, carefully avoiding twigs and dry leaves. He didnt want the ol coon to know he was comming untill it was too late. At the base of the tree Festus braced his feet against the stout roots of a nearby cypress. He reached around the big trunk of the dead tree. He figured this one was nearly 10 inches thick, so he'd have to really put his legs into it if he didnt want to alert any potential critters that might be in its hollowed out crown 50 feet up.
So focusing his body to the task, Festus grasped the rough bark tight to his chest, and in one massive heave that started from his feet and thrust up through his body to his straining biceps, he toppled the old tree to the ground.

Just as it hit the firest floor Festus heard a terrifying scream. He'd never heard such a sound come from his mother before, so with all thoughts of any racoons gone from his mind, Festus took of at a full run towards the sound of the disturbance.

Breaking the edge of the clearing Festus saw three rough looking men wrestling with his mother. They looked almost like some of the pirates he'd seen in the story books he'd enjoyed when he was younger. Except these men looked much more real and frightening. Instead of big floppy hats and swords these intruders wore purple bandannas around their heads and the one lifting up his mothers dress had a long dagger in his left hand.
Festus vision went to a red blur with unhinged rage as the young lad tore off to stop the thugs from hurting his mama.
He didnt even notice the primal scream like a wild animal that escaped his lips.

What he did notice was the face of the man who held his mother by the throat while dagger man tried to cut off her dress.
Launching himself into the air with a ferocity he'd never known existed, Festus watched the mans eyes widen as he let go of his mothers throat to ward off the raging boy. Hitting the man square in the chest like a pile driver into a bridge pylon, Festus' airborne charge sent them both tumbling into the mule drawn wagon behind them. Festus heard bones crunch as the mans ribs gave way and his breath violently expelled from his crushed chest. Jumping up to find the dagger weilding thug closing in, waving the blade in a knife fighters grasp, Festus reached down in an adrenaline fueled rage, grabs the dying man by his belt in one hand, and his neck in the other. His hardened fingers digging in and crushing the mans windpipe. With a mighty heave he flings the crumpled body into the the onrushung man with such force that it sends them both tumbling backwards several feet.

Festus turned at the sound of his mothers warning scream to find the third man rushing him with a iron tipped mace held high. Festus lunged to meet him and grabed the mans upraised wrist, violently wrenching it as bones snap and the mace went flying. The mans ear splitting wail of agony is shut off abruptly when he is lifted into the air by his face. With a thunderous crunch the mans skull us crushed by the weight and force of his body, followed by Festus' arm piledriving it into the ground.
Festus turns at the groan from the man who formerly held the blade at his mothers clothing. Terror in his eyes, the scum frantically tries to wave off whats coming.
Festus will not be swayed. This man meant to do unspeakable things to his mother. He would not live to ever try it again.

Shrugging off his memories from the past, his eyes return from their yards long blank stare as he refocused back on the present.
"No, he thought again, "I don't like to fight if it can be avoided."

[Cumberlanda]

Chase himself was unaware that his bow was classy, it was just a thing he was taught at a young age, by his father. Same with addressing the teacher by "Madame." It was just common to him. Something millionaires seemed to do to each other, he thought. He wasn't going to inherit the company, no, that was Colin's, his brother's, burden to bear. However, he still had ambitions, and he was going to act professional. But then he had to face his own demons in high school. He had to hide his family's wealth, impossibly so, and he still was bullied quit a bit. Until he met a guy named Leroy. He wasn't a bully by any stretch, but he was always able to fight off any bullies. Leroy's family was poor, and abusive, often beating him before school. Chase's family was able to help him out, giving Leroy and his family clean and new clothing, but his parents were still abusive, often taking Leroy's gifts and selling them for drug money. Finally, the Lanier family adopted Leroy and his 6 siblings. These acts inadvertently led Leroy to protect Chase from any bullies. But that didn't matter now, his father couldn't help him here, and he was in a strange and new land. At least it looks like there's enough area to ride a dirt bike. Of course, he'd have to get his bike from customs.

After hearing the teacher, he returned his gaze to Festus, and noticed his trance-like state. He pulled his earbuds out of his ears and nudged him a bit.

"Hey, pal, you alright? Forgive me, but you seemed...off. Thinking of home?"

[Haktiva]

Akihisa was contentedly asleep as the plane made it's descent. He had fallen asleep as soon as the plane had taken off, having spent most of the night before packing. When the aircraft touched down, he groaned loudly as the captain made his final announcements, his voice muffled as Akihisa rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Still half-asleep, he grabbed his heavy bags and walked out of the fuselage.

The young man could have sworn he was still dreaming, the practically alien scene before him was almost enough to convince him so. He rubbed his green eyes once more and sighed when he realized he had indeed arrived at his destination. Out of habit he felt the side of his digital woodland camouflage pants, the rough grip of his knife giving him a small comfort, knowing the it was still in it's sheath and attached to his outfit. The leather of his jacked creaked as he adjusted the pack on his shoulder, it being about the same size of him, and switched hands on his smaller pack. Squinting, he looked for his point of contact, identifying the somewhat peach-shaped woman as the one he was looking for.

"Best get this over with then", he thought as he made his way over.

[Bubba Reb]

Festus was completely surprised when the cute little lady with the name couldn't pronounce actually slid closer toward him. It was almost as if she felt..... secure, with him nearby. Now Festus didn't really know why she did it, but he wasn't going to argue over it either.
He had experienced this kind of thing back home from time to time. It was usually a girl or a young child, but he kind of liked the feeling. Even the more since this girl had never seen him before. It was a welcome change to find that his repulsive appearance didn't seem to bother her too awfully bad.

Festus had just opened his mouth to answer her greeting when the little funny talking German guy hollered out in his bizarre accent. It almost sounded like "hey" but not quite. Upon seeing D'toniers reaction to the abrupt outburst, Festus just instinctively shifted toward her in a protective manner. It wasn't a conscious thought, he wasn't even aware of doing it. It was something that just came natural to him. Like picking up that injured half grown calf last week on the farm.

The little catsup guy, that's how Festus had begun to refer to him, the little catsup guy, Heinz he thought, didn't seem to be trying to be mean to anyone so Festus just figured it was one of those things foreigners do.

Just as he was fixing to speak again, a fellow strutted up wearing what Festus thought surely must be a big black trash bag covering him from head to toe. Festus had to blink and look again when he realized that no, it really was the fellas skin color. he'd never known anyone with such a deep rich pigment as this. Up until now, he'd thought his childhood friend had posessed the darkest skin ever. But in reflection, his best friend was just a medium brown compared to this guy!

(((OOC "Forest Ogre" LOL)))

As Festus was waiting for the next distraction he half expected to interrupt his greetings, his attention was drawn to D'tonia when she spoke. Tilting his head slightly to the side to look at her in mild confusion. He couldn't for the life of him figure out how she got "ji'anto" out of "Festus" but it didn't really matter. She was being nice and didn't seem to be repulsed by him. He decided that he just didn't really care what this little gal called him!

So for the first time since arriving in these strange surroundings, Festus lifted his head, straightened his subconsciously slumping back, and with a bright smile lighting up his face, he looked this unusual new girl in the eyes. "I know that people say things like this to be polite, but dadgum its just pure true this time! I really am pleased ta meet you... umm...D...Detony?

[Bubba Reb]

Chase himself was unaware that his bow was classy, it was just a thing he was taught at a young age, by his father. Same with addressing the teacher by "Madame." It was just common to him. Something millionaires seemed to do to each other, he thought. He wasn't going to inherit the company, no, that was Colin's, his brother's, burden to bear. However, he still had ambitions, and he was going to act professional. But then he had to face his own demons in high school. He had to hide his family's wealth, impossibly so, and he still was bullied quit a bit. Until he met a guy named Leroy. He wasn't a bully by any stretch, but he was always able to fight off any bullies. Leroy's family was poor, and abusive, often beating him before school. Chase's family was able to help him out, giving Leroy and his family clean and new clothing, but his parents were still abusive, often taking Leroy's gifts and selling them for drug money. Finally, the Lanier family adopted Leroy and his 6 siblings. These acts inadvertently led Leroy to protect Chase from any bullies. But that didn't matter now, his father couldn't help him here, and he was in a strange and new land. At least it looks like there's enough area to ride a dirt bike. Of course, he'd have to get his bike from customs.

After hearing the teacher, he returned his gaze to Festus, and noticed his trance-like state. He pulled his earbuds out of his ears and nudged him a bit.

"Hey, pal, you alright? Forgive me, but you seemed...off. Thinking of home?"

(((OOC I'm not sure how to go back in time IC to write this in proper sequence, so pkease forgive me for ...."time shifting" a bit to write this reply. END OOC)))

Greatefull for a distraction from past memories, Festus snapped back to the present.

"Home? oh, yeah.... I reckon it was something like that. How about you buddy, you got home on your mind?"

Festus was a bit unsettled with the way these new people seemed to almost..... accept him. He was finding it easy to talk to some of the students here. A completely unexpected outcome, but a good one nonetheless.