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The glow faded slightly, and the brunette descended softly to the floor, looking at the picture.Galnius wrote:"Bid me well Smith!" Said a yellow haired boy to what looked like a Butler. "It's my first day of 'school.' Maybe I'll bring some here, to Fable!" The Butler in question looked on questioningly, as his master, the king, left in the image of seeming atomization.
Jack had arrived, once again, to Earth. Location, the Jupiter. Excited couldn't quite thoroughly explain his emotion. No, it was more a splash of excitement, a pinch of calculating, and a whole lot of bored. He surveyed his classmates (?) and possible teacher.
He found one of interest, summoning from Fable a small blood stained book in earnest. He scrolled through, stopping at a picture of a young girl from almost a hundred years ago. He held it out, shouting out to her. "Hey, you! Is this related to you?!" He called out. The picture, it seemed, was a picture from World War 2, of a young British girl. Jane Darling.
by Free Empire of the Low Isles » Wed Jun 15, 2016 3:45 pm
by Galnius » Wed Jun 15, 2016 4:42 pm
Charlia wrote:The glow faded slightly, and the brunette descended softly to the floor, looking at the picture.Galnius wrote:"Bid me well Smith!" Said a yellow haired boy to what looked like a Butler. "It's my first day of 'school.' Maybe I'll bring some here, to Fable!" The Butler in question looked on questioningly, as his master, the king, left in the image of seeming atomization.
Jack had arrived, once again, to Earth. Location, the Jupiter. Excited couldn't quite thoroughly explain his emotion. No, it was more a splash of excitement, a pinch of calculating, and a whole lot of bored. He surveyed his classmates (?) and possible teacher.
He found one of interest, summoning from Fable a small blood stained book in earnest. He scrolled through, stopping at a picture of a young girl from almost a hundred years ago. He held it out, shouting out to her. "Hey, you! Is this related to you?!" He called out. The picture, it seemed, was a picture from World War 2, of a young British girl. Jane Darling.
"Why... Yes," she said, nodding. "She's an ancestor of mine. Jane Darling. Daughter of the original Wendy." A small smile crossed her face. "Why do you ask?"
by Charlia » Wed Jun 15, 2016 4:53 pm
Galnius wrote:Charlia wrote:The glow faded slightly, and the brunette descended softly to the floor, looking at the picture.
"Why... Yes," she said, nodding. "She's an ancestor of mine. Jane Darling. Daughter of the original Wendy." A small smile crossed her face. "Why do you ask?"
"You just look like her is all", Jack said shrugging. "One of the Jack's. I'm a descendant, you see, of Jack the Giant slayer." Jack seemed to look around, almost as if making sure no one was listening. " People never believe me when I say that. They tell me it's just a fairy tale." Oh? Same for you? I definitely didn't guess that or anything he thought, mentally grinning. First day and I've already found a descendant. Of course, this one's a teacher...
by Galnius » Wed Jun 15, 2016 5:00 pm
Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:The dark-haired boy sighed, bored out of his mind at the people around him. A combination of insane and mundane, fictional and factual, and just... boring. They weren't anywhere in the intriguing middle, they were just... too far on either side of the spectrum for him to be entertained by people watching. The criminally insane were just so... predictable, to him at least.
Coilin MacAengus sighed and took a sip from the glass in his hand, and then shifted in his wheelchair slightly, showing exactly what he was thinking on his face.
That this place was not worth his time.
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by Kingdom of Irhk » Wed Jun 15, 2016 8:27 pm
by Free Empire of the Low Isles » Wed Jun 15, 2016 9:20 pm
Galnius wrote:Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:The dark-haired boy sighed, bored out of his mind at the people around him. A combination of insane and mundane, fictional and factual, and just... boring. They weren't anywhere in the intriguing middle, they were just... too far on either side of the spectrum for him to be entertained by people watching. The criminally insane were just so... predictable, to him at least.
Coilin MacAengus sighed and took a sip from the glass in his hand, and then shifted in his wheelchair slightly, showing exactly what he was thinking on his face.
That this place was not worth his time.
You. Have got. To be kidding me. Melanie stewed, looking at the back of a very familiar head in a very familiar wheelchair, coupled by a very familiar sigh. "You have GOT to be shitting me!" She said this part excusing q happiness of pleasant surprise (not really pleasant thoughts, but...). "I haven't seen you in AGES." And truth be told, I was rather hoping I would never see you again. The hell is he doing here anyway?!
by Kractero » Wed Jun 15, 2016 9:24 pm
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by Doughertania » Wed Jun 15, 2016 10:05 pm
Sky-TheLandOfNekos wrote:Violet
The girl crossed her arms, having already grown tired of waiting. Her abilities had not yet returned. This left her in the weak, pathetic human form that she had come to know. It was...annoying to say the least.
Despite her human appearance, there was something strange radiating off of her. Something inhuman that only hinted to her extradimensional origins. Not only that, but there was her naturally violet hair. Such a thing would be impossible for any human, since they are incapable of producing the necessary pigments. Her flawless physique alone would be enough to catch the eyes of those around her.
What should I do in the meantime? Talking to the others may only have negative repercussions...
by Doughertania » Wed Jun 15, 2016 10:21 pm
Patrick O'BannonKractero wrote:Kira Romanov
Another year, another year of new students to be dumb around, Kira thought, crossing her arms as she waited with the other students who had been there longer. The only friend holding her back from acting the way she normally did was Gabe, and he had to go back to Britain for this year.
Who could she mess with now...? As if to answer the question, the more innocent Pescin brother entered her peripheral vision.
by Bycrest » Thu Jun 16, 2016 12:45 am
by Sky-TheLandOfNekos » Thu Jun 16, 2016 5:08 am
Doughertania wrote:Sky-TheLandOfNekos wrote:Violet
The girl crossed her arms, having already grown tired of waiting. Her abilities had not yet returned. This left her in the weak, pathetic human form that she had come to know. It was...annoying to say the least.
Despite her human appearance, there was something strange radiating off of her. Something inhuman that only hinted to her extradimensional origins. Not only that, but there was her naturally violet hair. Such a thing would be impossible for any human, since they are incapable of producing the necessary pigments. Her flawless physique alone would be enough to catch the eyes of those around her.
What should I do in the meantime? Talking to the others may only have negative repercussions...
Anton Greaves
Anton sat a table, already wishing he was back at his lab. He always felt at peace, surrounded by the soft blinking lights and the hum of machinery, a stark contrast to the harsh electrical lighting in the rest of the ship and the waves of meaningless conversation. It wasn't like he had nothing to do either. The only thing in place aside from his unpacking were the security measures put in place, courtesy of Paragon Industries tech, modified so that the backdoor was removed, and the techno-organic symbiotes that prowled the lab in his absence. But experiments still needed to be set up, equipment still needed to be calibrated, and he had yet to make much progress in any of his goals.
But for as much as he had to do, he knew he couldn't stay locked up forever. After all, what good is saving the world if you don't have allies to join you? So, he moved through the halls of airship until he found a place that a majority of the students were congregated. As he wandered the room, the symbiote flashed names and powers to the faces he saw, all thanks to the schools applications he had downloaded previously. There loners, taking their places along the walls, looking intently for something to do. There were several people in conversations, though whether it was small talk or them actually knowing each other was impossible to tell. But one person in particular that stood out from the rest.
A girl with purple hair stood at the side of the room with her arms crossed, not interacting with anyone. There seemed to be an aura around her, of some otherworldly power, and her features possessed a supernatural beauty. A quick scan confirmed what he was already suspicious of: she wasn't from this dimension. He felt a wave of excitement wash over him. No sooner had he stepped out with his fellow classmates had he found someone that could be invaluable to his research! But how would he convince her to help him?
Formulating a plan, he walked over beside the girl. Watching in the direction she was, he asked "So, are you new here too? I just got here as well. It's a lot to take in." Realizing he hadn't introduced himself yet, he hit his palm against his forehead. "Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners?" He gave a mock bow, then got up a extended a hand. "Anton Greaves, scientist and inventor, at your service."
by Kractero » Thu Jun 16, 2016 5:37 am
Doughertania wrote:Patrick O'BannonKractero wrote:Kira Romanov
Another year, another year of new students to be dumb around, Kira thought, crossing her arms as she waited with the other students who had been there longer. The only friend holding her back from acting the way she normally did was Gabe, and he had to go back to Britain for this year.
Who could she mess with now...? As if to answer the question, the more innocent Pescin brother entered her peripheral vision.
Far away from the commotion of the others, a head peered out from one of the door ways, floppy brown hair obstructing his vision. But Pat was doing more than just avoiding the others, or so he told himself. He was scanning for auras of power, such as leadership, control, domination, and manipulation. For it was people possessing large auras of those nature were those willing and able to change the world, and worthy of being given the title of master or mistress. And with Lady Amara having released him from her service, he needed to find a new one soon. He did not want to return to Morngard, not after so many years of serving on this plane of existence.
His vigil was cut short at the sounds of foot steps behind him. Pat moved quickly, not wanting to be in the way, and bumped into the back of a girl clad in red. "Oh!" Although the girl didn't move much, Pat fell back onto the ground. Looking down, Pat stammered out an apology. "S-sorry about that. A-are you ok?" He asked nervously, more worried about the superior he had bumped into then getting back on his feet. After all, the girl had large auras of power, which marked her as one worthy of respect.
by Kingdom of Irhk » Thu Jun 16, 2016 1:11 pm
Bycrest wrote:Zamiel
Zamiel phased through the wall of the ship and walked into the assembly area. The Headmaster was late as usual and Zamiel wanted to check and make sure the children weren't getting restless. A room full of agitated villains-to-be was a dangerous thing to have on the ship, even though Zamiel was sure he could take most of them himself. So far most of the students seemed to be settled in well and talking amongst themselves, he was happy to see that they weren't fighting, yet.
by Galnius » Thu Jun 16, 2016 1:20 pm
Saleon wrote:The inner walls of the Daimonia mansion opened up into a snake-like pattern of corridors, chambers, rooms, antechambers, until they reached Unyan's room. she lay alone, bored and without purpose. It was midday, and the maid team was scuttling around the halls cleaning in a flurry of cleaning spray and mops and chainsaws. The Daimonia family was the rich and powerful heirs to a mighty principality, they were wealthy and famous. A diplomatic powerhouse and economic geniuses. Of course they were busy all the time. Often too busy to come home. Too busy to see their daughter, of four siblings, who had little to do on these occasions.
She felt out of place.
Her siblings were amazingly famous, taking grandiose achievements in many separate field: They cured epidemics, negotiated some of the most important mergers and deals in business, solved some of the most mind-boggling mysteries, and won some of the hardest legal cases. In their small time on this earth, of which Unyan resided, They put a huge burden upon her; or maybe she put a heavy burden upon herself. She didn't know what she could do to meet such lofty accomplishments. With such benchmarks, how could she excel? In the end, she came to the goal of "world domination." This came from—asa side note—her love of anime and Magical Girl shows, and especially, the villains in those shows. She imagined the idea of becoming a villain and ruling the world. Never mind the fact that the villains always seemed to lose, that was besides the point.
What made it easier, was finding a magical baton in the forest and having a supersized mech as a birthday gift, which allowed her to live her power fantasy. She soon knew this was her destiny! She then filled out the proper governmental forms (supervillains get tax exemptions and are allowed to live independently, despite her age), signed her name, along with her personal stamp. Finally, she sent a letter to her parents via the maid's supersonic mail delivery service. It took a day. Her parents took it as a quick joke, but no... she meant it.
With the Magical Baton of Incredibly Evil Power, capable of destroying nations in an adorable wayTM, she began out the door.
"Mi-i-i-i-i-i-i-issssssss!" her maid and best friend shouted, "are you sure you should be doing this! Come one, let's go back!" The maid grabbed on to Unyan's black dress, attempting to pull her back. It didn't go anywhere. Unyan's resolve outweighed the maid's tug. Soon, the maid was being dragged along by her. "Please, don't stop me, Tumate!" Unyan bellowed, "This is my journey, for which I must set on upon! I will not tarry!" Tumate quickly realized there was no stopping her young master. Tumate removed her feet from the large hole dug in the walkway, and whizzed through the mansion. What could be heard was a number of shattering objects, tumbling objects, and screams. This maid... was not the best maid...
She returned with a number of suitcases.
"If you are going to run away from home like this," she said while catching her breath, "Than it only makes sense that someone watch over you!" Tumate had a resolve to her that was just as unstoppable as Unyan's. She wouldn't let the small girl with no understanding of the world alone. Even if federal villain documents allowed such a thing.
Yet the girl came across her first challenge: where to start? She pondered this question seriously, but had little idea how most villains started their career. She deliberated over a map of the world. It was incredibly outdated, and assumed that Japan controlled all of China, but it was a start. Tumate looked over the map as well, providing a small lamp to light the already dark area. The government of Daimonia gave a small pamphlet with instructions how to start your career, but it was slightly dense. Ultimately, she referred to the 10,000 page manual that made her head spin. She turned to the page titled, "getting started." It recommended that any young villains in the making seek assistance from other villains. Start out as a lackey.
Start out as a lackey?
No way would she be somebody's hero-bait! She almost thought of giving up, but then she received a letter from the "League of Villains," to join the "Academy of Villains." It seemed to be a great place to learn the ropes, gain the know-how, and ultimately, Rule the World! She accepted the invitation and took her personal jet to the aircraft Jupiter.
She was the new girl, so it was hard to figure out who to talk to. The others seemed so odd and strange; they al seemed to be in their own world, and others seemed to be from a different world entirely. She had little clue who to befriend. She looked for somebody isolated to which may not have found friends yet either. It was a cunning strategy.
She moved over toward a boy who seemed so disinterested in his environment. She interpreted it as lonely. She moved over to Sal, who had just spit out his drink of coffee. She simply walked over to him, stood confidently, and shouted, "I am 'Oon-yawn', what is your name? Are you lonely?"
Charlia wrote:Galnius wrote:"You just look like her is all", Jack said shrugging. "One of the Jack's. I'm a descendant, you see, of Jack the Giant slayer." Jack seemed to look around, almost as if making sure no one was listening. " People never believe me when I say that. They tell me it's just a fairy tale." Oh? Same for you? I definitely didn't guess that or anything he thought, mentally grinning. First day and I've already found a descendant. Of course, this one's a teacher...
"Oh! You're a Namesake? Excellent!" Wendy grinned. "I always enjoy meeting others. And believe me, I know how you feel... It's a pleasure to meet you, Jack. I'm Wendy Shepard, the Wendy Namesake for this generation. Do you know if there are any others at the school?"
Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:Galnius wrote:You. Have got. To be kidding me. Melanie stewed, looking at the back of a very familiar head in a very familiar wheelchair, coupled by a very familiar sigh. "You have GOT to be shitting me!" She said this part excusing q happiness of pleasant surprise (not really pleasant thoughts, but...). "I haven't seen you in AGES." And truth be told, I was rather hoping I would never see you again. The hell is he doing here anyway?!
Coilin's wheelchair turned around, and the slight frown on his face curved upwards into a smile. "Melanie Dupree. Ages indeed. How have you been since that... unfortunate accident at that dreadful school?" he said, swirling the dark, amber liquid in his glass around.
Same thoughts as ever, lassie. Gotta learn to keep those restrained with who knows how many telepaths are around here...
by Free Empire of the Low Isles » Thu Jun 16, 2016 1:31 pm
Galnius wrote:Saleon wrote:The inner walls of the Daimonia mansion opened up into a snake-like pattern of corridors, chambers, rooms, antechambers, until they reached Unyan's room. she lay alone, bored and without purpose. It was midday, and the maid team was scuttling around the halls cleaning in a flurry of cleaning spray and mops and chainsaws. The Daimonia family was the rich and powerful heirs to a mighty principality, they were wealthy and famous. A diplomatic powerhouse and economic geniuses. Of course they were busy all the time. Often too busy to come home. Too busy to see their daughter, of four siblings, who had little to do on these occasions.
She felt out of place.
Her siblings were amazingly famous, taking grandiose achievements in many separate field: They cured epidemics, negotiated some of the most important mergers and deals in business, solved some of the most mind-boggling mysteries, and won some of the hardest legal cases. In their small time on this earth, of which Unyan resided, They put a huge burden upon her; or maybe she put a heavy burden upon herself. She didn't know what she could do to meet such lofty accomplishments. With such benchmarks, how could she excel? In the end, she came to the goal of "world domination." This came from—asa side note—her love of anime and Magical Girl shows, and especially, the villains in those shows. She imagined the idea of becoming a villain and ruling the world. Never mind the fact that the villains always seemed to lose, that was besides the point.
What made it easier, was finding a magical baton in the forest and having a supersized mech as a birthday gift, which allowed her to live her power fantasy. She soon knew this was her destiny! She then filled out the proper governmental forms (supervillains get tax exemptions and are allowed to live independently, despite her age), signed her name, along with her personal stamp. Finally, she sent a letter to her parents via the maid's supersonic mail delivery service. It took a day. Her parents took it as a quick joke, but no... she meant it.
With the Magical Baton of Incredibly Evil Power, capable of destroying nations in an adorable wayTM, she began out the door.
"Mi-i-i-i-i-i-i-issssssss!" her maid and best friend shouted, "are you sure you should be doing this! Come one, let's go back!" The maid grabbed on to Unyan's black dress, attempting to pull her back. It didn't go anywhere. Unyan's resolve outweighed the maid's tug. Soon, the maid was being dragged along by her. "Please, don't stop me, Tumate!" Unyan bellowed, "This is my journey, for which I must set on upon! I will not tarry!" Tumate quickly realized there was no stopping her young master. Tumate removed her feet from the large hole dug in the walkway, and whizzed through the mansion. What could be heard was a number of shattering objects, tumbling objects, and screams. This maid... was not the best maid...
She returned with a number of suitcases.
"If you are going to run away from home like this," she said while catching her breath, "Than it only makes sense that someone watch over you!" Tumate had a resolve to her that was just as unstoppable as Unyan's. She wouldn't let the small girl with no understanding of the world alone. Even if federal villain documents allowed such a thing.
Yet the girl came across her first challenge: where to start? She pondered this question seriously, but had little idea how most villains started their career. She deliberated over a map of the world. It was incredibly outdated, and assumed that Japan controlled all of China, but it was a start. Tumate looked over the map as well, providing a small lamp to light the already dark area. The government of Daimonia gave a small pamphlet with instructions how to start your career, but it was slightly dense. Ultimately, she referred to the 10,000 page manual that made her head spin. She turned to the page titled, "getting started." It recommended that any young villains in the making seek assistance from other villains. Start out as a lackey.
Start out as a lackey?
No way would she be somebody's hero-bait! She almost thought of giving up, but then she received a letter from the "League of Villains," to join the "Academy of Villains." It seemed to be a great place to learn the ropes, gain the know-how, and ultimately, Rule the World! She accepted the invitation and took her personal jet to the aircraft Jupiter.
She was the new girl, so it was hard to figure out who to talk to. The others seemed so odd and strange; they al seemed to be in their own world, and others seemed to be from a different world entirely. She had little clue who to befriend. She looked for somebody isolated to which may not have found friends yet either. It was a cunning strategy.
She moved over toward a boy who seemed so disinterested in his environment. She interpreted it as lonely. She moved over to Sal, who had just spit out his drink of coffee. She simply walked over to him, stood confidently, and shouted, "I am 'Oon-yawn', what is your name? Are you lonely?"
Salazar
The brunette technopath raised his head looking at something that made him bring his head back down forcefully. He turned his head, annoyed, glaring at her. "Oh, how wonderful", he said sarcastically. "My personal space is being invaded by tinkerbell." He raised his head lazily, massaging his temples in distress. "Do me a favor Sailor Jupiter, okay? Go to the hangar. You know where that is, right? Well, if not...you can ask questions. Well, wait until they open the door. Then, listen ver y carefully to the next part." He lowered his voice, as if telling a secret. "Go to the edge. Look down. Watch all that is going on below. Discover our placement. Then, after that..." He paused for effect, his welsh accent becoming very apparent. "Jump."Charlia wrote:"Oh! You're a Namesake? Excellent!" Wendy grinned. "I always enjoy meeting others. And believe me, I know how you feel... It's a pleasure to meet you, Jack. I'm Wendy Shepard, the Wendy Namesake for this generation. Do you know if there are any others at the school?"
Jack was taken aback by 'Wendy's' enthusiasm of his identity. "Erm, I'm not quite sure if there are..." He said confused. "I'd think others would be off staying in their own dimension for most of their life. You know, like boring people." However, he stuck out his hand in a friendly jester. "Glad to meet you Wendy. Perhaps, eventually, you can take me to Neverland? I'll show you around Fable."Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:
Coilin's wheelchair turned around, and the slight frown on his face curved upwards into a smile. "Melanie Dupree. Ages indeed. How have you been since that... unfortunate accident at that dreadful school?" he said, swirling the dark, amber liquid in his glass around.
Same thoughts as ever, lassie. Gotta learn to keep those restrained with who knows how many telepaths are around here...
"Unfortunate accident?" She said, not knowing what he was talking about. I wish there was an unfortunate accident that wiped it off the map. Wait... She paused as his voice entered her head. Oh no. No. You did NOT just read my mind. Tell me, what would you like on your gravestone you inconsiderate imbecilic idiotic stupid shit faced fuck? She looked him up and down, realizing he had grown. Damn puberty did you we- She stopped her thoughts midway, remembering again that he could read her mind. Oh I'll kill soon. Her face, however, showed a bright innocent smile as she tilted her head. "TRhe only accident I know of was my parents. Did you hear? Cancer of all things! Both of them! They said I was clean though. The doctors were quite nice."
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