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Post by Jisui on Oct 15, 2012 17:43:30 GMT -5
[[I'd say just go forward]]
Clara sighed seeing the Irish student being hoisted onto Kyle, running a hand through her hair quietly. With a silent nod to Aika and the rest behind her, the elf silently began to walk out of the chapel, suddenly stopping as she reached the entrance. Hesitantly, she turned her head around to stare at the moonlight beaming through the top of the chapel, taking a moment to absorb every detail and crevice of it, as if she was unaware she would see it again.
After a brief pause, the elf shook her head lightly, before sighing again, and finally exiting the mysterious building. A labyrinth, huh...?
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Post by Advix on Oct 16, 2012 15:19:45 GMT -5
Trevor could only smirk as he watched Kyle hoist Neil over his shoulder, like the prized woman from the next village over. The fact that Neil wasn't even protesting made the moment all the funnier. "Not the cutest couple I've seen, but hey, whatever makes them happy. LET ME KNOW IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYONE TO FILL IN FOR THE BEST MAN," he shouted out to them. Trevor simply grinned, having found something funny in this whole mess, though he still hadn't quite settled down. The lollipop in his mouth had finally melted away, and he was about to flick the used stick away when his hand stopped. He looked at the stick in his fingers, his eyes changing focus to look at the ruins he was standing in. It was made of condensed paper, it's not like it was that big of a deal, but... he simply couldn't bring himself to discard the stick in this abandoned chapel. He pocketed it and pulled out another one.
Orange...
After taking a deep breath, Trevor looked around at the others, and noticed something. With the exception of himself and Lyla... and the armored guy, everyone else was in their nightwear, and judging from her lack of shoes, he reasoned that she slept in her cargo pants. But when he woke up, his pants, shoes, and bokken were in the fake room with him. Why? And then there was the armored dude, the "Air Kaiser" or something. He seemed just about as clueless as everyone. Maybe... he's actually another student, too? Would it really be so farfetched? Trevor let out a deep sigh, and began to walk back to the dorms with everyone else. He needed to sleep, and hope he didn't wind up int the labyrinth again.
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Post by Tokrochiru on Oct 17, 2012 7:48:16 GMT -5
All of the group, sans the armored warrior made their way back to the school. They managed to make it back a bit after 2:30 AM, leaving them a little time for rest before classes began. Neil was taken to the dorm he shared with Trevor, and immediately fell asleep upon coming into contact with his pillow. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kyle walked into his room. The rest had decided to spend the rest of the night sleeping. It was a wise decision. Shutting down and allowing one's body to undergo automatic maintenance was an essential part of every day. Rest, for Kyle, wasn't much different for normal people than it was for him. While others slept in silence, Kyle could always hear the quiet sounds of his body repairing itself. He heard fizzling, clamping, solid objects grinding against each other. He found it much more preferable to the silence of night. Silence, for him, meant stillness. And stillness was a sign of lack of productivity from himself. He needed to be doing something, always. "Never waste a moment of your life" father said. As he moved to enter his bunk, he noticed an oddity within the room. He scanned it thoroughly, and the anomaly was quickly found. Arkadi, who had claimed to be a "roommate" was absent from the immediate vicinity. ... Kyle attempted to comprehend the situation. He went over current evidence and circumstances to find a solution. Everyone who was abducted was abducted alongside those identified as their respective "roommates". One person found within the Labyrinth did not return to school with the rest. The person was heavily armored. Arkadi was Kyle Matua's "roommate". ....The possibility existed that Arkadi is the armored man. Kyle noted it for future reference and lied down on top of his assigned bunk. He dismissed the unusual events of the past and focused his attention on the future and the present. He heard the familiar sound of grinding as he drifted into what he considered to be sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tuesday, September 25thMusic: alexanderbrandon.bandcamp.com/track/the-dragonflyThe sun rose above the clouds, as expected. Everyone's alarm clocks went off and woke them at their proper times. It seemed the irregularities that plagued the night would not plague the morning. It would be wise for the students to awaken and head to their classes, lest their reputations take a hit by being late on the first day of class. ((Alright, this is the part where all of you guys write about getting up, and going to your classes. If you all follow the same general time schedule, you should all have 12:00 PM to 1:05 PM to eat lunch every day, regardless of day-specific class assignment. Summarize what's happened until that time, or if your character does not have that hour open, simply summarize the entire class day, and where your character goes afterwards.
Aside from the schedules that you guys set for yourselves, this is where most of the linear stuff ends. You guys will have to decide on your own how you want to spend the semester. Aside from timeskips (which there will be a lot of) I'm going to try and create as few railroaded scenarios as possible. Consider this a regulated sandbox of sorts. Characters controlled by me or Advix may make suggestions or encourage you to participate in certain activities, but you are under no obligation to do as they say. Not heeding their advice may actually be the better option, depending on the circumstance.
That's all. Have fun guys!))
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Post by Greed on Oct 20, 2012 18:54:02 GMT -5
Lyla had unfortunately had it slow on the way back to the school, and she took the opportunity to chat with the strange guy with the bokken, as well as formerly give him her number. The chat was nice, if a little jarring given all the supernatural nonsense they'd just been forced though.
These thoughts of last night came rushing in a jumbled mess to her mind as she woke up suddenly, groaning as she raised her head to look at her alarm clock.
".... seven o'fucking AM thirtyish? No, no, I think not...." Her head crashed back down into her pillow; her only class on Tuesday was at eleven AM that day, and she was damn well determined to sleep until then.
The smell of sausage, bacon, and eggs, filled the entirety of Juli's apartment, regardless of whether anyone in it was asleep, or awake. The athletic redhead hummed what sounded like a rock song as she worked the multitude of skillets and pans. Only one of them was provided in the dorms; the others, she'd brought herself. Juli wasn't sure why she was making so much.... someone else was staying her?
"... Did someone else come?" She muttered aloud, shuffling a large pile of eggs onto a holding plate, "Huh... oh well." While she wasn't exactly being loud, she certainly wasn't toning her humming down as she cooked. She knew damn well that she wasn't going to eat frozen meals every day while at college.
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Post by Jisui on Oct 21, 2012 13:55:56 GMT -5
It was impossible to escape from. No matter what she did, she could not escape that image in the dream. Clara didn't even try to deny that she wasn't afraid. A detective should not have been afraid. It was, or would be, her job to see which scenes such as this. But she could not deny it, even for a second. Yes... she thought distantly, unable to tear her eyes off of the morbid scene in front of her.
That woman, surrounded in scarlet blood... was someone she could not forget.
A sharp intake of air hit Clara's lungs as she woke up, cold sweat adorning her face. As always when she was unnerved, her hands instinctively went towards the point of her tapered elven ears, which she massaged gently as if reassuring herself of something. Time... what was the time?
Seven in the morning... turning her eyes to the bright sunlight of the outside windows, and the still asleep form of her roommate, Clara found it difficult to believe that last night had happened. It was all like an ephemeral dream... but a dream like the one she had just had, was mere fiction, while that night had been cold, hard fact. And despite the occurrences of last night, and the surrealism of it all, Clara was forced to acknowledge that life in fact, did go on, and that she did indeed have class today. Class... what classes did she have? Reaching into her bag for a sheet of paper she had printed out previously, Clara read off each class slowly, her urge to sigh in discontent growing with each name.
"Psychology... Chemistry... Anatomy." She muttered, finally releasing a sigh after she had finished. She wasn't really worried about the difficulty of the classes moreso than how many she had taken. Besides those three, she had taken three other classes, which were also fairly difficult. She wasn't exactly an overachiever, but the courses were needed for her particular major.
Regardless, her first class was two hours from now. The elven girl realized that she could spend part of it getting some precious sleep,which she hadn't exactly gotten much last night. But... perhaps it would be for the better if she had gotten up, she thought raggedly, before getting up for the bed and stretching lightly with a light groan. Inevitably, before walking towards the bathroom to freshen up, her emerald green eyes could not help but silently rest on the sleeping kitsune in front of her. Truth be told, she didn't really know what to think of her. It was true that having another non-human here helped put her at ease... but...
"I summon thee... ROBIN HOOD!!"
...there was a lingering question that she had never gotten the answer for. How did she manage to summon a spirit like Robin Hood...? Who was this person in front of him?
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Post by Advix on Oct 23, 2012 21:50:37 GMT -5
As Trevor drifted off to sleep, he found himself in a grassy plain bordering a great forest. Far away from the rest of the birch trees was a lone maple. He sighed in relief as he recognized the location. This was the place he would always meet her, and it relieved him to know that she wasn't absent. Sitting under the tree was a woman you looked no older thirty. Sterling silver earrings fashioned in the shape of lightning bolts poked out underneath her wild red hair, which was contrasted by her sharp green eyes. She wore a blue T-shirt with a white contour sketch of a tiger crawling down the left side, and a tight black dress skirt. She smiled as she saw Trevor, and he wasted no time in approaching her and taking a seat to her left.
"You certainly took your time to fall asleep," she spoke in a mild italian accent. "Not the wisest thing to do before your first day of classes."
"Well it's not like I had much of a choice in the matter," he retorted.
"You don't have a troublesome roommate, do you?"
"Something like that."
"What's wrong, Trevor? You know it isn't healthy to keep your problems to yourself." Trevor looked over to her, debating whether he should tell her or not. She only returned his gaze with anticipation.
"...Something happened to me, and my roommate, and some other kids I don't know. But I don't want to talk about it right now. Alright? I want you to meet us tomorrow afternoon, and then we'll tell you what happened."
"...I see. I'll meet you and your friends then. Heh, it's something of a shame. I was hoping that our first meeting in the real world would be under better circumstances."
"I know, but I told you. Not now. I just want to clear my head by training with you, alright?"
"Okay. But before we start, I want to give you my number. Do your best to remember it when you wake up."
"Alright. Now come on, sensei," Trevor said boldly as he stood up to take a fighting stance. "Teach me something."
Trevor woke up sore, yet oddly refreshed. A nice familiar feeling. He always felt this way after studying with his mentor. He hopped out of his bed on the top bunk, and looked around for Neil. He was somewhat on edge, until he found a note on the door. "...Huh, so he woke up earlier than me." A weight was lifted now that he knew that Neil was up and about, and not being held captive again. Trevor walked over to the fridge to see if there was anything in it. He hadn't put anything in it when he arrived, and he didn't remember Neil bringing any food with him when he came after him. As he had feared, there was no food in the fridge. Bummer. So, he decided to take a shower for now, and after he washed himself up, he dressed himself in his usual black attire, chained cargo pants, T shirt, chained arm warmer, half gloves and spiked bracelet. He packed a set of gym clothes into a bag, and stuffed that into his backpack before making his way out of the dorms and into the dining hall. The place was rather nice, if nothing else, and he found everything he needed for breakfast. Eggs, sausage, and peaches and apples. After eating up, it was about time that he head to the track for class. He changed in the locker room, and walked out to meet the coach and the rest of the runners.
"Huh, well look who it is." As it had turned out, Trevor found the big guy from the previous night in his track class. "Tsup, big guy? Dyou finally snap out of robot mode last night?"
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Post by Tokrochiru on Oct 27, 2012 4:05:27 GMT -5
((sorry for being so slow with this post. I've been debating internally the best way to handle each school day, and the characters's respective class schedules. I've decided that I'm going to eventually make a chart of all the characters' classes, based on time and day. For now, however, I'm going to essentially just wing it.))
((As a side note, I'm going to skip Advix's post with his permission, because I want to speed things the crap up.))
The person who made the food in Lyla's room appeared to be long gone. Perhaps it was a room-mate she had yet to meet? Whoever made it was long gone now.
Class was, for all intents and purposes, rather boring on the first day. Most the classes real teachers weren't present, and were substituted by whatever staff was available at the time. Apparently, a good amount of the teachers were still en route to the college due to a mixup in the transportation that had been arranged for them. The only teachers available at the moment were the ones who managed to make it to the university on their own power.
The classes were pretty much all introductory. "This is what we'll be doing." "This is what you'll be using." Things like that. Nothing too hard to comprehend, which was a blessing considering the events that transpired the night before.
Those who shared class with Kyle would have noticed that, despite his..."unique" state of living, he passed off on making very human motions whilst listening to his teachers. It had appeared that he mastered the art of not looking completely weird while in class. It made sense, really. Kyle likely wouldn't have gotten this far in his education if he hadn't learned to even slightly blend in with the more normal students surrounding him. Kyle himself didn't really think much of it. It was simply a way of being courteous; something that should always be shown in the presence of respected peers. It was the order of things. It was how the world worked, in his eyes.
As the abnormal students made their way from class to class, rumors could be heard amongst the students.
"Did you hear that Jeffrey Whimslow was crushed by his own furniture in the night?"
"Yeah. They've got his room quarantined off. Some local police are looking into it, I hear. They're probably going to make an announcement about it later over the loudspeakers, once they know more."
"Maybe it has something to do with the small earthquake that happened last night while we were all asleep. You'd think something like that would wake us all up, but apparently it was super mild."
In the early afternoon, talks could also be heard of an American style fraternity in university called Zeta Epsilon Mu (ZEM for short), as well as a sorority called Kappa Alpha Omega (CAO for short). Reception to the two groups was apparently mixed. While some considered them harmless and viewed it as a fine example of the university's melting pot philosophy, others found the idea of an American fraternity in a British university rather invasive. Apparently, they were both seeking new members at the moment.
In the evening, after everyone's classes were done with, all of the unusual students received some voice mail on their respective cell phones. The message was from Neil, the only relatively normal person they found within the Labyrinth last night. The message was this...
"Hey, fella. This is Neil. Hey, if you're not busy, I'd like to invite you and everyone else to my dorm for some Chinese food. It's fine if you're busy or just feel like doing something else at the time. It wouldn't be much of a thank you if I strongarmed you folks into it, would it?"
He then proceeded to list his dorm number (the same dorm that Trevor was residing in) and gave directions on how to reach it.
"Just letting you guys know, it's my treat if you want to head over here. Talk to you later! Bye!"
That was the end of the message.
One thing that the students might have noted were a number of male and female students wearing clothing with Greek letters displayed on them.
Evening was here, and the day was starting to draw to a close. What did each of the students do? Would they meet up with Niel? Investigate the rumors of the student crushed underneath his furniture? Perhaps follow up on the rumors about the sorority and fraternity? Maybe they would revisit the labyrinth.
Only time would tell what actions they would take.
((Just a reminder that you are not restricted to any of these suggestions. If you think it's a good idea to go back to your dorm when I haven't suggested it, for example, go ahead and do that. The same thing applies if you want to something completely unexpected like raid the teachers lounge and bombard them with water balloons in order to fill your character with immature, childish glee.))
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Post by Advix on Nov 16, 2012 13:48:17 GMT -5
Out on the campus grounds, people were out and about. Walking to and from classes and clubs, or simply enjoying the late summer weather.
"Hey, let's carve our names in the tree."
"That's so cliche."
"Come on, it will be fun."
"Hey!!!" An irate Trevor seemed to appear out of nowhere and approached the couple. "The hell do you think you're doing?!"
"What the fuck's your prob-"
"My problem is you, asshole! Get out of here, the both you!"
"You better watch you-"
"I SAID GET LOST!!!" The two of them could only cautiously look back and forth between each other. Trevor looked as if he might rupture a blood vessel, his fists curled so tight, he could have juiced oranges in them, easily.
"...Let's just go, Cory. It's not so great out here."
"Man, what was his deal?" The two of them walked off as Trevor stared daggers at them. When they were gone, he turned around to look at their victim; the tree. "...Tch." Trevor sat down under it, pulling his guitar from behind his back. He quickly calmed himself, having scared those two off, and began to practice. It wasn't long, however when his phone vibrated. After listening to Neil's message, he sent a voicemail to everyone else as well.
"Hey, it's Trevor. I don't care if Neil tried not to strong arm you guys. We need to talk. Be there." He then dialed the number he remembered from his dream. He hesitated hitting the send button at first, unsure if it would really work. Now that he thought about it, this was the first time he had ever tried to communicate with his mentor outside of his dreams. Well, time to start.
"...You've reached the phone of Ruby Arum..." Voicemail. He sighed, shot down in anticipation. Still, he decided to leave a message. "It's Trevor. Meet me at my dorm room. We need to talk." Trevor proceeded to practice for a little while before getting up and returning to his dorm. "Hey Neil," he said as he opened up the door. "How're you doing?"
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