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Saint Poemandres Boarding School
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"Well, I'm sure we were running late as it was. Another minute or two isn't going to hurt anything," Sven said as he helped Carolina with her bags and continued the conversation once he reentered the car. "Well, this is going to be my first semester attending St. Poemandres. Dad hopes this place will help me get my lycanthropy under control. I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess you're a student too, and either you live somewhere around here, or else you're some kind of witch."
"Mmm, Sander, yes. You're correct," the faun said, having a hard time to decide what gesture to use to greet the nymph, after which he settled on the verbal way.
"And what is thine name?" the boy replied, trying to sound clever with archaic phrases, with a warm smile on his face.
"And what is thine name?" the boy replied, trying to sound clever with archaic phrases, with a warm smile on his face.
"It's my first semester here too," responded Carolina, silently pleased with herself for guessing correctly. She almost wanted to say that she was a witch but decided against it. "I'm no witch though, only a simple doppelganger," she said biting her lip and taking a moment to look out the window. She knew doppelgangers were one of the least liked out of the supernatural community. They were hated because they were seen as nothing more then murderers and bloodthirsty, but mostly they were just feared. "If you don't mind me asking, were you turned or born into this?" she asked, picking her words carefully as she tried to change the subject.
Nathan motioned to the clothes he was wearing. Black hoodie (with a flaming skull on it that read 'Flaming Death'), grey/white camoflague pants, and black army boots
"This is all I need" Nathan laughed, looking around at his fellow students, no indication of what he was thinking appeared on his constanly grinning skull
"As for being roomies, of course! It'd be nice not to have a laid back guy like you as my roomie than some rule abiding, boring teachers pet"
He chuckled and patted Max on the back as he continoued to watch the new students enter the school
"I can see this as being a very interesting year"
"This is all I need" Nathan laughed, looking around at his fellow students, no indication of what he was thinking appeared on his constanly grinning skull
"As for being roomies, of course! It'd be nice not to have a laid back guy like you as my roomie than some rule abiding, boring teachers pet"
He chuckled and patted Max on the back as he continoued to watch the new students enter the school
"I can see this as being a very interesting year"
"Mine name be-eth Lady Rhoda Vikure of the Isle of Australia." replied Rhoda jokingly, letting just a hint of her accent show through.
She then went back to her regular self and hid her accent again.
"What year are you in, Sander?" she asked politely.
She then went back to her regular self and hid her accent again.
"What year are you in, Sander?" she asked politely.
Doppleganger, huh? Mental note to self: look that up on Wikipedia at the next possible opportunity. Of course, since Sven knew next to nothing about anything magical except werewolves and vampires, he figured it was probably some other shapeshifter, but the way she looked out the window immediately after answering and then trying to change the subject on such short notice told him there was a bit more to it than that. He decided not to press further, though; if she really was dangerous, it wouldn't be a wise move to anger her.
"I really don't know what to tell you. I mean, nobody else in my family that we know of is a werewolf, so being born this way is unlikely. At the same time, I haven't done any of the things that any of the legends say turn people into werewolves. And there was a pretty long list to get through." He was going to try to get back to why Carolina was walking on the road by herself, but Rupert interrupted him, yelling in a really goofy voice, "We're here!" Neither one of the kids noticed the Lexus had pulled up in front of the school until now, and Sven could only mutter a slightly embarassed, "So, uh, are you going to need help with your bag or no?"
"I really don't know what to tell you. I mean, nobody else in my family that we know of is a werewolf, so being born this way is unlikely. At the same time, I haven't done any of the things that any of the legends say turn people into werewolves. And there was a pretty long list to get through." He was going to try to get back to why Carolina was walking on the road by herself, but Rupert interrupted him, yelling in a really goofy voice, "We're here!" Neither one of the kids noticed the Lexus had pulled up in front of the school until now, and Sven could only mutter a slightly embarassed, "So, uh, are you going to need help with your bag or no?"
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Since I don't want to interrupy your wonderful RP as of now, and you obviously don't need me to, I will just post here once in a while with some fuel for your imagination. Some teachers you might have met, ideas for students you can encounter, stuff like this. For now, two subjects:
A. Plot element idea: The Ministry of Shadows: I referred to them earlier, but it would make sense for me to also explain to you as plyers what I meant. Maybe your characters know that, maybe they don't(If they grew up in the human world, they almost certainly don't. If they grew up Invisible, they probably do).
The Ministry is an organization who's job is, as you might have already guessed, to protect humans from Invisible dangers and, to a degree, to protect denziens of the Invisible from humans(For example, by taking problematic young monsters to a place where they won't attract unwanted attention). The Ministry is pretty much what you would call the "men in black": they are the mysterious, sunglasses wearing guys who work for some unspecified government agency, who's job is to erase memories, destroy evidence, and sometimes hunt down rogue supernaturals(thaugh they prefer not to if it is at all means possible). They work mostly behind the scenes, unknown to world leaders or to the public. They manipulate things from a distance. Everything is very subtle, very secretive, very hush-hush.
Of course, when there IS a need for violence, they do that, too. While most agents for The Ministry are humans "in the know", a significant portion are psychics, warlocks, mad scientists and oracles. They have access to a lot of supernatural resources, and they are not afraid to use them.
Ministry agents are often referred to as "shaders". While in the field, they often use "colored" codenames: "Mr Brown", "Mr Black", "Mr Grey"...
B. Idea for a teacher: Mr Oaken:
One class alwayes takes place in a small gaden within school grounds. The place is quite and beutiful, with some benches, flowers, you know how gardens look. In the center of it, thaugh, grows a huge, ancient oak tree with red leaves. Those who sit beneath to rest or speak find the ground almost supernaturally comfortable, as if the roots and thorns and the small stones that lie everywhere in the grass have just stepped aside a little just for them. The wind here is more pleasent, and moves the old branches in just the right way to create nice, cool shadows.
Most don't find the tree very interesting, thaugh, until they get to go to a class thaught by the very appropriatly named "Mr Oaken"(It's not his real name, some may say, but it fit so well it simply stuck): you understand, the tree, thaugh it no longer has eyes or ears like ours, sees and hears very well what goes around him. When he wishes to speak, sometimes, with the sound of old, cracking bark like a wooden moan, the branches and stamp move around and twist to create what looks like the face of an old, old man with a beard of red leaves. With a voice of the wind whispering between the branches, the tree man speaks. Once, some of the teachers say, he only spoke in playful rhymes and wise riddles. He is getting older, thaugh, and his mind is not as sharp as it used to be, so this becomes more and more difficult, frustrating him to no end. He likes to tell to all who would listen that long, long ago he was a ghale, a forest spirit of the seelie court, and a resident of the nearby woods. He was ancient, thaugh, approaching the final years of his life, the autunm of his immortality, and one day, while walking around in this very place(then a part of his wood) he became so tired of this all he decided to just sit down and rest for a while.
A while happned to be four hundred years, thaugh, and when he woke up, he found that he had become as he is now: a fae oak, mighty and majestic. He liked it far better this way, and when he found out that in the time some people decided to build a garden and a school around him, he was happy to work as a teacher of faerie history and magic in return for being regulary watred and tended to. Thaugh he can be somewhat cranky sometimes(as expected of someone his age), in the end of the day he likes children and he likes teaching children, and is very happy about the whole situation.
A. Plot element idea: The Ministry of Shadows: I referred to them earlier, but it would make sense for me to also explain to you as plyers what I meant. Maybe your characters know that, maybe they don't(If they grew up in the human world, they almost certainly don't. If they grew up Invisible, they probably do).
The Ministry is an organization who's job is, as you might have already guessed, to protect humans from Invisible dangers and, to a degree, to protect denziens of the Invisible from humans(For example, by taking problematic young monsters to a place where they won't attract unwanted attention). The Ministry is pretty much what you would call the "men in black": they are the mysterious, sunglasses wearing guys who work for some unspecified government agency, who's job is to erase memories, destroy evidence, and sometimes hunt down rogue supernaturals(thaugh they prefer not to if it is at all means possible). They work mostly behind the scenes, unknown to world leaders or to the public. They manipulate things from a distance. Everything is very subtle, very secretive, very hush-hush.
Of course, when there IS a need for violence, they do that, too. While most agents for The Ministry are humans "in the know", a significant portion are psychics, warlocks, mad scientists and oracles. They have access to a lot of supernatural resources, and they are not afraid to use them.
Ministry agents are often referred to as "shaders". While in the field, they often use "colored" codenames: "Mr Brown", "Mr Black", "Mr Grey"...
B. Idea for a teacher: Mr Oaken:
One class alwayes takes place in a small gaden within school grounds. The place is quite and beutiful, with some benches, flowers, you know how gardens look. In the center of it, thaugh, grows a huge, ancient oak tree with red leaves. Those who sit beneath to rest or speak find the ground almost supernaturally comfortable, as if the roots and thorns and the small stones that lie everywhere in the grass have just stepped aside a little just for them. The wind here is more pleasent, and moves the old branches in just the right way to create nice, cool shadows.
Most don't find the tree very interesting, thaugh, until they get to go to a class thaught by the very appropriatly named "Mr Oaken"(It's not his real name, some may say, but it fit so well it simply stuck): you understand, the tree, thaugh it no longer has eyes or ears like ours, sees and hears very well what goes around him. When he wishes to speak, sometimes, with the sound of old, cracking bark like a wooden moan, the branches and stamp move around and twist to create what looks like the face of an old, old man with a beard of red leaves. With a voice of the wind whispering between the branches, the tree man speaks. Once, some of the teachers say, he only spoke in playful rhymes and wise riddles. He is getting older, thaugh, and his mind is not as sharp as it used to be, so this becomes more and more difficult, frustrating him to no end. He likes to tell to all who would listen that long, long ago he was a ghale, a forest spirit of the seelie court, and a resident of the nearby woods. He was ancient, thaugh, approaching the final years of his life, the autunm of his immortality, and one day, while walking around in this very place(then a part of his wood) he became so tired of this all he decided to just sit down and rest for a while.
A while happned to be four hundred years, thaugh, and when he woke up, he found that he had become as he is now: a fae oak, mighty and majestic. He liked it far better this way, and when he found out that in the time some people decided to build a garden and a school around him, he was happy to work as a teacher of faerie history and magic in return for being regulary watred and tended to. Thaugh he can be somewhat cranky sometimes(as expected of someone his age), in the end of the day he likes children and he likes teaching children, and is very happy about the whole situation.
"I knew it was a vampire," Rochelle said. "Only they could leave a mark almost as white as my skin. I mean, look at me." She smiled slightly, knowing that her super-pale skin was a near-perfect opposite of her dark jacket.
"Fair enough" Sam replyed, "Ah, it would appear we have arrived".
The car drew up as another drove into the distance, Sam pushed the door open stood up and stretched. He flexed his black membranous wings, flaping them a few times and then landing again.
"Damn it was cramped in there," opening the boot he pulled out an old leather suitcase, and walked up to the group of people who were there.
The car drew up as another drove into the distance, Sam pushed the door open stood up and stretched. He flexed his black membranous wings, flaping them a few times and then landing again.
"Damn it was cramped in there," opening the boot he pulled out an old leather suitcase, and walked up to the group of people who were there.
Rochelle gracefully stepped out of the car and slung a small bag over her shoulder. She retrieved her suitcases from the boot and made her way around to the driver's window.
"Thanks for the lift," she said, and started to follow Sam towards the group.
"Thanks for the lift," she said, and started to follow Sam towards the group.
"Me? Oh, I'm in year 9," the boy replied, taking all his bags onto his shoulders.
"So? Shall we go in? You could even teach me something with that guitar," he said smiling, already starting to turn over to go into the building.
"So? Shall we go in? You could even teach me something with that guitar," he said smiling, already starting to turn over to go into the building.
'The group of people who were there'. Who do you mean by that?
Cornelius decided to go find where he was going to sleep for the next year of school,he started to walk,deciding his sister would be fine.
He walked through the school, looking for his room.
He walked through the school, looking for his room.
This piqued Rhoda's curiosity, as she couldn't recall the young faun taking an interest in guitars before.
But then again, she supposed that she hadn't really paid much attention to him in previous years.
Still, what the hell, right? Sander seemed like a nice guy and teaching him might be kind of fun.
"Let's roll." she said to Sander, lifting her gear inside.
But then again, she supposed that she hadn't really paid much attention to him in previous years.
Still, what the hell, right? Sander seemed like a nice guy and teaching him might be kind of fun.
"Let's roll." she said to Sander, lifting her gear inside.
"Thanks, but I think I have it for now, plus you've already helped me enough. Thanks for the ride by the way, it would have taken me a lot longer to walk," said Carolina getting out of the car, offering a smile. She started pulling out her bags, looking at the daunting school. It was a lot more beautiful then any other she had already attended, and if the outside was any indication of indoors then she was going to like it here. She watched as others, probably returning students, chatted with old friends and walked around to different destinations. "Uhm, you dont happen to know where the dorms are located do you?" she asked Sven sheepishly, running a hand through her hair. I'm going to get so lost here, great.
"Fortunately, I brought a map of the campus... which only really helps if you have any idea where you are in the first place. Now let's see here..." Sven looked several times between the map and the surrounding area, trying desperately to figure out where he would be in relation to the dorms. After a few minutes of this and wandering around in random directions, he gave up on it. He saw a centaur and what appeared to be a skeleton and said, "You know what? Maybe these guys can help us," and approached the two.
"Hey," Sam walked up to what apeared to be a skeleton in a hoodie and a centaur, he sniffed the air shrewgrass. Score! He also noticed another pair walking towards them, a werewolf by the rough look, and a human? surely not, ah well must be lunch for the rest of us. He grinned evily.
"You two seem too know this place, where can I dump my bags?."
"You two seem too know this place, where can I dump my bags?."
Rochelle stopped a sizable distance from the group Sam had joined. She could smell something on the air... Shrewgrass. Like any other drug, to Rochelle it was a disgusting habit, and it was obvious who the smoker was: a black-eyed centaur. Rochelle shuddered and moved away until she could no longer smell the drug's smoke, putting her a considerable distance from the group.
Dillon watched as more and more guests started arriving outside the school. They certainly were a mixed bunch; all manner of size and race. He was relieved that he wasn't the strangest kid here. In fact, he could be a human for all anyone else knew. His heart sank as he realised that this made him, once again, the odd one out.
The school itself was beautiful, with tall square towers flanking the large ornate front doors. The grounds stretched out for acres in all directions, and varied from flower-filled gardens to little forested areas and even a lake. Dillon could tell that, at the very least, he would enjoy being in these surroundings for the next year or so.
He pulled a sketchbook from one of his bags and tucked it under his arm. He wasn't too bothered about finding a dorm - he would just take whatever was leftover when all the others had picked - so he just dropped his bags outside the door and headed off in search of a quiet spot.
He spotted a lone tree standing tall in the centre of a grassy clearing and he strolled down towards it, feeling the light breeze ruffle his hair. When he reached it, he sat down with his back to the tree-trunk and opened his sketchbook. There was something about here that he liked, something that made him feel comfortable, secure.
Looking up at the large school, he began sketching it and it's surroundings, taking a mental not of the other students as he drew.
The school itself was beautiful, with tall square towers flanking the large ornate front doors. The grounds stretched out for acres in all directions, and varied from flower-filled gardens to little forested areas and even a lake. Dillon could tell that, at the very least, he would enjoy being in these surroundings for the next year or so.
He pulled a sketchbook from one of his bags and tucked it under his arm. He wasn't too bothered about finding a dorm - he would just take whatever was leftover when all the others had picked - so he just dropped his bags outside the door and headed off in search of a quiet spot.
He spotted a lone tree standing tall in the centre of a grassy clearing and he strolled down towards it, feeling the light breeze ruffle his hair. When he reached it, he sat down with his back to the tree-trunk and opened his sketchbook. There was something about here that he liked, something that made him feel comfortable, secure.
Looking up at the large school, he began sketching it and it's surroundings, taking a mental not of the other students as he drew.
I hope you don't mind me deciding on some of the school's architecture. =]