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Post by Professor Mace Stewart on May 15, 2010 20:41:41 GMT -5
Mace pushed open the doors. Everything was just as she expected. The typical American boarding school setting, with stairs leading every which way. If she could compare it with anything fictional, she'd hesitate only a few moments before blurting out "Hogwarts!" Not that it mattered, of course.
The students would be arriving soon and Mace had no intentions of being there when they did. She did, however, have a fair idea of where the teachers lounge should be. Or she could unpack. Decisions, decisions.
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Post by Ada Turing on May 15, 2010 22:00:37 GMT -5
The pack of students was not far behind Mace - undistracted by the acrobatics and firepower displayed on the lawn, Ada was one of the first to step through the doorway and into the grand entry hall. Ada slowed down, unsure of where to go, and took off her headphones.
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Post by Scott Logan on May 15, 2010 22:34:01 GMT -5
Aidan and Scott walked through the door, following Ada into the entry hall.
"Not bad," Aidan said, grudgingly. The entry hall's grandeur and decoration would have to be impressive indeed to get a stronger reaction from the twins, accustomed as they were to palaces.
The brothers milled around with the other first-years, ending up to one side of the entry door with several students they'd met on the bus.
Scott looked up at the high ceiling and the panelled walls of the hall, already thinking about whether it would be any good to play music in. "Probably a little bit too live," he said to himself, but that didn't stop him from trying it out.
"ECHO-echo-echo" he shouted. Perhaps just a bit too loudly.
((edited to remove inadvertent Godmoding. whoops))
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Post by Professor Mace Stewart on May 16, 2010 0:42:51 GMT -5
Without looking back, Mace started up the stairs to head towards her office. With her decision made, she could safely assume that dinner wouldn't be starting for another few hours yet. That made it all the more obvious that yes, she probably was going to be on time. Or at least try to be, once she'd unpacked.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 16, 2010 13:07:08 GMT -5
Less Than Beta sent an odd glance in Scott's direction. Why would anyone want to hear an echo? All that meant was a further guarantee that whatever you were stalking would know you were there. "Why is the room so big? There are not enough people here to fill it," he asked.
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Post by Jenny Astin on May 16, 2010 13:20:47 GMT -5
The signs posted may say not to sit on the steps, but there's exactly nothing said anywhere about sliding down the banisters.
Which is why, after a few moments, a rather nymph-like figure appeared at the top of the steps up to the first floor and caught the banister on the way down. The twelve-year-old gracefully pushed herself off before accidentally collapsing at the bottom, laughing a little in sheer delight as she shook flaming auburn hair out of her face. Already she seemed utterly at home, despite the school uniform indicating she was a first year like the rest. Her chocolate brown eyes crinkled in a smile at the students just coming in.
"Finally, there are people," she says with no little relief. She walks lightly up to the others, peering up at them with welcome. "I take it the bus just got here? I've been waiting days for term to start."
Behind the American accent is just the faintest hint of a relaxed, Scottish lilt. Holding out a hand, she adds, "I'm Jenny."
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Post by Kitty Callahan on May 16, 2010 14:20:09 GMT -5
Kitty walked in, her wheeled suitcase trailing behind her. She'd been in here before, but without the time to appreciate it - now, she could examine it at her leisure. Since I am going to be spending quite a lot of time in here now...
"Cor," she said, admiring just how big the entry hall was. Lots of space to run around and get up to mischief. She was glad they'd let her come here on her own. If she could just keep a handle on her memories this time, maybe things would go well.
Of course, she still had to deal with the students, but she had the feeling that she could handle 'em.
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Post by Rena Thompson on May 16, 2010 14:27:44 GMT -5
Another new location... As Rena stepped into the hall, entry points and strategic assets filled her mind. The room didn't really lend itself to any kind of planning. Why am I even thinking about this? It's not like there's going to be any wars in this school any time soon.
Looking around, she saw a younger girl greeting the new arrivals. She regarded her outstretched hand with some confusion before saluting quickly. "Um, hi Jenny. Nice to... meet you..." Regular conversation seemed like a far-away memory. "Do you know if we will be briefed, or should we deploy immediately?" God, that sounded wrong. Nice going. She smiled nervously.
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Post by Somariel Lamaron on May 16, 2010 14:30:26 GMT -5
Trailing her suitcases behind her, Somariel entered the main hall just in time to see a young girl, about twelve years old, tumble off the staircase banister onto the floor. Walking over to the other auburn-haired girl, Somariel released the handle of the smaller suitcase and shook the girl's hand. "Pleased to meet you, Jenny," she said. "I'm Somariel. You sound like you've been here for a while already."
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Post by Jenny Astin on May 16, 2010 14:45:39 GMT -5
Jenny raised an eyebrow Rena, she replied with a faint smile playing on her lips, "I'm sure we'll get whatever intelligence we need before the battle." She added a salute which was just slightly too graceful and with too much of a head-tilt to be entirely up to any military standards--but she just seemed to be bubbling over with pleasure to meet people.
One eyebrow still quirked in cheeky amusement, she turned to Somariel and eyed her hair. "Nice color," she quipped, rising up onto the balls of her feet for a moment in what wasn't quite a bounce. "My brother just moved to the town, so I was helping him move in and stayed with him. I've been bored stiff since we finished setting it up."
She decided to omit, at least for the moment, that her big brother is one of the professors.
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Post by Damien Griffiths on May 16, 2010 15:01:33 GMT -5
Damien also shuffled into the hallway, and instantly looked up to inspect the room.
"This place is bloody huge. Impressive architecture here, at the very least." When his gaze falls to the staircases, he frowns, though. "... but dare I hope for an elevator? I'm not lugging my suitcases up all those stairs."
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 16, 2010 15:06:10 GMT -5
The young werewolf grinned with excitement at finally being at the Academy. Not even another antic from Verin could ruin his mood. "I'll help with your suitcases, since I don't have any of my own to carry."
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Post by Rena Thompson on May 16, 2010 15:38:08 GMT -5
"Uh... understood. I'll just be waiting over here then." Rena walked over to a corner and put her pack down. Making fun of me.. ah great. I bet these are going to be the most enjoyable years of my life. But it's not like I'm here to make friends anyway... Well, that's what they were hoping I'd do. I have my own plans...
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Post by Somariel Lamaron on May 16, 2010 15:39:14 GMT -5
"Thanks. I like yours too," Somariel quipped back. "Your brother just moved to the town?" she continued, "That must be nice, having a relative close by. Did you come here so you could be close to your brother or did your parents send you here for some other reason?"
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on May 16, 2010 15:46:44 GMT -5
Michelle watched Jenny meet and greet the other students. From Michelle's point of view, Jenny appeared to be a fellow social climber, and a good one. Michelle decided that getting on the other girl's good side would make it easier for her to meet everyone else. She offered her hand to the younger girl and said, "Hi, I'm Michelle. Pleased to meet you."
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Post by Damien Griffiths on May 16, 2010 15:47:17 GMT -5
"Thanks... but I still have no clue where to go... isn't there a teacher here to welcome us and show us around?" Damien looked around, trying to spot anybody who looked like a teacher. Surely, someone should come and pick them up sometime soon?
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Post by Jenny Astin on May 16, 2010 15:47:30 GMT -5
Jenny sighed internally. Even without bothering to do a telepathic scan, she was pretty good at reading people. Wonderful, someone as prickly as my family can be. Well. I'll just have to fix that.
Her eyes were filled with laughter as she smiled up at Somariel, amusement and not a hint of what she might be thinking in her face. "Yes," she answered entirely unhelpfully, not bothering to clarify which of the two reasons for her to come here is the real one.
After a moment, she glanced back to Rena. "...Can I ask you something?" Without bothering to wait for an answer, she continued, "Have you actually served in the military, or are you planning to? I have a cousin who's thinking about joining up, see, and if you know anything to tell him... well, none of my family's been in the Army since World War II, and they're gone now, so we're not really all that helpful." An olive branch of sorts: Rena looked like she'd have trouble making friends, so Jenny didn't want her to think she isn't being taken seriously. Well, not by Jenny, at any rate.
She did, however, turn to smile and greet Michelle as well. "Please to meet you," she says with something of a cheeky smile.
((Edited to reply to Michelle)
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 16, 2010 15:49:47 GMT -5
"I don't know," Less admitted. He sat down against the wall and waved at Damien to join him. "Let's wait for instructions."
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Post by Somariel Lamaron on May 16, 2010 16:00:49 GMT -5
Somariel sighed internally. She hated it when people answered like that. Given her dad's sense of humor, as well as her brother's, she was used to that sort of answer, but she'd never like it. Still, Jenny seemed to be a good prospect for a friend otherwise. Turning to Rena, she said, "Actually, I was wondering about that too."
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Post by Portia Bianca Rosalind Cutty on May 16, 2010 16:04:35 GMT -5
(Psst, Elcalion, that sort of action at the end of your post is godmoding. Just so that you know, since it's controlling other characters. )
Luckily right on cue, a beautiful woman with blonde hair in an expensive looking light green skirt suit entered the entry hall. She clearly looked pleased to see all the students gathered in front of the doors.
"Welcome to Saint Dyphmna's Academy", she said, with a bright smile. "I am the headmistress of the school, Portia Cutty. I hope that your trips all went well."
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Post by Somariel Lamaron on May 16, 2010 16:12:15 GMT -5
"Very well, thank you," Somariel said.
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Post by Rena Thompson on May 16, 2010 16:19:39 GMT -5
Rena laughed. "You really want to know about that? Well, I'm afraid I wouldn't be a very good source. The army's my parents, my family. I trusted them, and they were my life. And then they sent me off here for doing them a favour." Rena slowly raised her hand to the tags around her neck. "Useless, small-minded bureaucrats." She laughed quietly to herself, continuing "The one we killed was useless anyway. He nearly lost me my shot last time we had a mission. I was just doing command a favour. Destroying the weak allows the strong to flourish." she laughed again, louder this time. "This is the reward I get?! Sent here for clearing the way for a better-" Rena suddenly stopped her rant. "It seems someone's here to deal with us."
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Post by Somariel Lamaron on May 16, 2010 16:39:32 GMT -5
"You killed someone?!" Somariel exclaimed. "Someone you were working with? Why would you do that? I'm not surprised you got sent away after doing that."
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Post by Damien Griffiths on May 16, 2010 16:40:27 GMT -5
Damien was already looking up at the headmistress, but followig the conversation with half an ear. He dedicated more attention when he heard the military girl talk - was she saying she killed someone because she thought they were weaker than herself? Seriously? With a shake of his head, he turned back to the headmistess.
"The trip was fine, I think. But is this all the students here? Our group doesn't look very big to me. I thought there would be more people."
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 16, 2010 16:59:59 GMT -5
"The weak will die on their own. There's no need to kill them yourself. If they are detrimental, just drive them away," Less muttered, somewhat annoyed at Rena's admission. Somewhat louder, he asked Damien, "How many students are there supposed to be in an academy?"
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on May 16, 2010 17:11:02 GMT -5
"Interesting," thought Michelle, as she listened to Rena's admission, "Now I know why she didn't bring any weapons." It seemed that Michelle had far less common ground with Rena than she had originally expected.
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Post by Rena Thompson on May 16, 2010 17:27:50 GMT -5
"Hm? Why, you ask? He was a poor soldier. Broke under pressure, not a good quality. Blew my cover by actually shouting at me to shoot some guys pinning him down, can you believe that? Well I took home a few more bullets in me than I arrived with, and he didn't so much as get a talking-to. So the question you should be asking is: why not?"
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Post by Somariel Lamaron on May 16, 2010 17:36:07 GMT -5
"Well, under those circumstances, I can understand being angry with him, but I wouldn't have killed him," Somariel said. "Why didn't you just explain the problem to your commanding officer? I mean, are you absolutely certain that he didn't get reprimanded at all?"
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Post by Elena Naught on May 16, 2010 17:38:01 GMT -5
Elena stopped off to one side of the crowd at the door. "Ah, it's good to be back!" she said cheerfully (OOC: see Elena's backstory). Her bag fell to the floor as she stretched her arms. Quiet popping noises could be heard coming form her shoulders. "I wonder if the headmistress installed a coffee bar yet..."
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Post by Rena Thompson on May 16, 2010 17:51:25 GMT -5
"I wasn't angry. Feelings are nothing but a nuisance on the battlefield, as this one's case so obviously proves. No, he jeopardised the mission and I wanted him gone." Rena picked up her pack, preparing to move. "the mission is all that matters. Everyone has their own mission... If you cannot serve the mission, you are useless. If you hinder it, you are less than that."
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