Regrettably, my mid-semester break is at an end tonight, so my time online will be reduced as a result. Do try not to leave Rochelle behind, please.
Saint Poemandres Boarding School
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I'm going to be having similar problems to everyone else actually, so this works out quite well for us. We might all just slow down to pretty much the same relative speed and cancel out. XD
I'm also suffering from writer's block. I'll leave the post like this for now and try to improve it later.
I'm also suffering from writer's block. I'll leave the post like this for now and try to improve it later.
The door opened and Lillith came to answer with a sly grin on her face. She knew he would have arrived but, even so, she couldn't help but be a little relieved that he did. "Thanks for coming, Nath..."
She pushed herself up with her tail and kissed him gently upon the lips before grabbing his empty hand and leading him into her room.
Perhaps... If everyone else feels like taking a break from the game then I wouldn't mind putting it on hold. I'd probably have to drop out at the back end of May for exams if we didn't anyway.
I guess I'm fine with putting it on hold. Maybe once we're back up we could either recruit new players or remind the old ones about the RP.
Even going as slow as he was, Sven managed to make it to the front door without much incident. Either he's not expecting me, or he's got all the time in the world, he thought to himself as he looked for a doorbell of some kind. Not finding one after a few seconds, he shrugged and gave a light knock on the door. Not getting a response initially, Sven shrugged and sat on the front step, figuring Oneirius will send somebody when he's ready to see him.
Far, far away from that place, Beyond the Veils of time, space and thought, in the world called earth, other, more mundane things(yet of no less importance) happened(this, naturally, did not surprise anyone). The long, lonely piece of road that goes of into infinity is but one of many ways to enter the school, all secret and all Invisible to those who do not know the right secrets. One of the more popular methods, used for the last seventy years or so, is the Hindenburg, a ghost ship(technically a zeppelin) purchased by the school headmaster through questionable means from a few goblin fellows who managed to catch it's ectoplasmic echo just before it was lost to the Underworld. Whether it's actually the famous ship involved in that embarrassing lighting accident, that nobody knows and most don't want to. As of now, it's a very luxurious, very big zeppelin that is just a bit translucent at some places. More then comfortable enough for most who would is. Every year, the ship flies around the world, picking up new students for the school from predesignated spots, in a trip that takes about two months overall. Not much, considering it covers most of planet earth and two or three other worlds.
The time is eight in the evening, and the sun has already set. The place is a barren, cold, lonely hill, somewhere on the east coast of the USA.
Five students are waiting here for the ship to come.
It's blurry, distant form has just appeared above the horizon...
The time is eight in the evening, and the sun has already set. The place is a barren, cold, lonely hill, somewhere on the east coast of the USA.
Five students are waiting here for the ship to come.
It's blurry, distant form has just appeared above the horizon...
About half an hour ago, the silence of the place had been disturbed by a slim, black helicopter, that landed near the barren. A japanese looking man in suit appeared, tossing out what looks like an enormous sports back, and helping a little girl out of the back of the helicopter. After a short, angry discussion in japanese, the helicopter took off again, leaving the girl.
Since then, she has been sitting atop her bag, playing a slow, sad tone on a bamboo flute. Her appearance is human, though pale, little under 5 feet tall, most of her about two foot of black hair tied back in a ponytail. She is dressed, in what looks like traditional kimono in simple black, allthough tied rather sloppily and a little too big for her to wear, and equally black sneakers. The only thing actually remarkable about her appearance, is a long, dark red blindfold, covering her eyes, securly wrapped around her head, that shows a number of japanese signs in gold.
Since then, she has been sitting atop her bag, playing a slow, sad tone on a bamboo flute. Her appearance is human, though pale, little under 5 feet tall, most of her about two foot of black hair tied back in a ponytail. She is dressed, in what looks like traditional kimono in simple black, allthough tied rather sloppily and a little too big for her to wear, and equally black sneakers. The only thing actually remarkable about her appearance, is a long, dark red blindfold, covering her eyes, securly wrapped around her head, that shows a number of japanese signs in gold.
The background sound, if you please;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-k6pkE4GtVA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-k6pkE4GtVA
Catlina smiled, Finally, somewhere where I can be me, 'bout frigging time there was, she thought as the car her parents, an Irish man named Connor and an German man named Marcus, she leaned forwards, "Thanks for the awesome birthday, dads!"
Marcus smiled, "your welcome, sweety."
Connor smirked, "This ain't all of it Spots!"
Catalina leaned back, the car pulled up near a Japanese girl and Catalina cocked her head confused, "who's she?"
Connor smiled, "you'll find out..."
Catalina nodded and opened her door, she stepped out and she opened the trunk, her bags floated out to her and she waved good bye. She sat down next to the Japanese girl and she dug her fiddle out and she joined in.
Marcus smiled, "your welcome, sweety."
Connor smirked, "This ain't all of it Spots!"
Catalina leaned back, the car pulled up near a Japanese girl and Catalina cocked her head confused, "who's she?"
Connor smiled, "you'll find out..."
Catalina nodded and opened her door, she stepped out and she opened the trunk, her bags floated out to her and she waved good bye. She sat down next to the Japanese girl and she dug her fiddle out and she joined in.
Jeffery stood at the bottom of the hill as he adjusted his shades and flicked the collar of his coat upwards to protect against the wind before he started his trek up the cold hill, his black long coat flapping in the breeze. He started walking upwards he carried his suitcase letting it sway back and forth in his arm, the weight not encumbering him in the slightest, due to the fact he had packed only three changes of clothes, his ipod, some food and a small spell book containing his favorite incantations.
He reached the hilltop, stepping down with a small thump quickly looking back and forth to survey the area his many years as a ghost hammering this instinct into him, seeing only two people all gathered around a small Japanese girl on one side of the hill playing on her flute a headband over her eyes.
He quickly ignored them and walked over to the other side of the hill sitting cross-legged in the dirt his longer than average legs making the task somewhat difficult before he finally managed to do it, he opened his briefcase and took out his spell book reciting some of the more difficult incantations in his head, hoping to have them all memorized before the year is up.
He reached the hilltop, stepping down with a small thump quickly looking back and forth to survey the area his many years as a ghost hammering this instinct into him, seeing only two people all gathered around a small Japanese girl on one side of the hill playing on her flute a headband over her eyes.
He quickly ignored them and walked over to the other side of the hill sitting cross-legged in the dirt his longer than average legs making the task somewhat difficult before he finally managed to do it, he opened his briefcase and took out his spell book reciting some of the more difficult incantations in his head, hoping to have them all memorized before the year is up.
ninja`d but I`l edit it.
You may want to read the end of the last page, Catalina is there with her.
Catalina's ears perked up at the new arrivals, she grimaced, she usually sucked at first impressions, "Hey, name's Catalina, yours is?"
While she asked the question, she didn't stop playing her fiddle.
Rainboq said:
I did actually I included you and pararaptor and zannah in my post you and para are the 'two gathered around the Japanese girl'.
Slightly irritated by the amount of strangers, the fluteplay ends in a rather unpleasant tone.
Kohana slowly moves her head around, as if to inspect the newcomers, before starting to speak in a rather shaky english.
"Konichiw.. uhm, Hello, pleasure to make your aquintance"
Kohana slowly moves her head around, as if to inspect the newcomers, before starting to speak in a rather shaky english.
"Konichiw.. uhm, Hello, pleasure to make your aquintance"