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Heya!
Sooo… (tries to think of a way to explain all this chaos)
Basically, this is Destina Tasin – a boarding school for highschoolers, either human or mutated dragon-angel-superhero tweens. Your choice.
You are allowed to put in as many characters as you want, whoever you want (there are fanfic characters from stuff such as Marvel, Star Wars, etc), and wherever you want. The school does not have a solid blueprint (although, I have seriously considered drawing one for myself).
On one wing, we have the boy’s dorms. On the other, the girls’. You can create your own dorm, join someone else’s – just be warned, if your character causes too much of a ruckus in a dorm, other characters may be scared to death. One of my characters scared another character so bad, he threw up all over XD
Schedule:
Math
English
Elective
Lunch
Science
History
ANOTHER elective
The electives… you are allowed to invent pretty much any elective you want. We have a lot of characters who chose PE, for example – but we also have Dancing, Band, Cooking, Botany, and all other things. When you choose an elective, go ahead and ask other people if they are in it too! That way, your character can make friends.
…The romance. It MUST be addressed.
We have a school dance coming up. Boys are asking girls right now. Careful where you tread. You may break some hearts.(@esther-c LOOKING AT YOU, AMIDALA. YOU DARE GO WITH CLINT INSTEAD OF EV???) This dance will be in… I don’t even know. A week? We’re still in the process of girls getting dresses, guys asking them out, etc. Just roll with it, and you’ll be fine.
School staff (at least the ones I am aware of):
Paxton’s mom. I think her name is Lilith? Belongs to @godlyfantasy12 – headmistress. EVIL.
Art teacher – Mr. Ziegler. Quite kind, good with teens.
Botany teacher – Miss Constance Soleil. Also kind.
Dance teacher – Old nameless man, easily amused.
Philosophy teacher – Also no name. Practically dead from lack of sun.
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Rules.
When you roleplay, you start out something like this:
Sylvia
Princess Sylvia tucked a strand of dark silver hair behind her ear, and tripped her way up the steps outside the school.
The sun blasted the students around her, who sat on the concrete, lolling about as if desperate for an ice cream-sculpted limo to pick them up and drive them away.
They all looked so different… wearing modern uniforms of blue and white… so unlike her own diamond-laced dress…
The thought distracted her. She tripped over a step, with a squeak of shock –
Images of shattered glass flashing through her mind –
Before a tiny, bejeweled hand grabbed her wrist.
The short young blond in front of her grinned, and bowed with a flourish. “Sebastian, Princess Maheloas. So kind of you to stoop to my level.”
You can write other people’s characters for them if they’re having a conversation – but only a little, and as best as you think the original writer would. The original writer should make their own character’s decisions, not you.
If there’s a bit of a mix-up, sort it out the best you can, without affecting the timeline too much.
No language, no inappropriate stuff. If you must include gore, abuse, or more young adult topics, put a Content Warning above your entry, with an explanation.
When talking to a specific other character, tag their writer, like this – @calyhuge (You can see their tag under their profile name.) That will notify them of who you’re talking to!
Otherwise, play around! You can mess around with the classes, add new rooms, all that cool stuff! 😉
Oh, and a couple more things.
We are finishing up Lunch right now. Your characters are allowed to arrive at the school late, since this is their first day!
Aaaaand right now, we are writing kind of slowly XD It’ll take some time, but we’ll get back into the rhythm again.
#ProtectAdolinKholin
Whew, that was a lot. My fingers hurt.
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speaking of which
@freedomwriter76 I have some RPs to do XD Yeah sorry it took so long (I haven’t been in the RP mood recently)
Skylar
“So your brother, is he better or worse looking than you?” Skylar asked with a smirk.
“Why?” Loki gave a skeptical look.
“I just wanted to know if I got the better looking or the brothers,”
Loki scowled.
“I’m kidding,” Skylar let out a chuckle. “Were you the good kid or the bad one growing up?”
Skylar had no siblings to compare herself to, but she would have been considered the good one.
Wanda
Everyone went silent at the table. she wanted to know more, without giving away why.
Falon leaned into her and whispered. “Is that Loki?”
Wanda glanced at where Falon was pointing. and then looked in shock. “It is,”
Wanda and then Falon just sat in silence.
“I’m going to go find Vision,” Wanda stated getting up from the table. “It was nice meeting you guys,”
Falon
Falon watched Wanda leave and then turned back to everyone. she was tired of the silence and needed conversation.
“What are your guys’ hobbies?” It was a really lame question, but she had no other conversation starter.
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
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@smiley uhhh, same…yeahhh, haven’t really been in the mood XXD
So let’s gooooooooo!!!!!!!
Loki
Loki smirked.
“Well…I did enjoy getting into more than my fair share of trouble.” He winked. “If that answers your question the way you wanted it to.”
Steve
“Archery, for sure,” Clint smiled and winked, “it’s a lot of fun. You should try it sometime.”
“I like doing gym stuff.” Bucky noted.
Steve nodded. “Me too.”
“Martial arts kind of stuff…” Natasha whispered.
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know if I have a hobby.”
Bruce pushed up on his glasses. “Science…especially Anatomy.”
“Inventing…that’s my hobby, programming…making machines, that kind of thing.” Tony replied with a grin.
@freedomwriter76
Skylar
“Why am I now surprised?” Skylar smirked. “I was a perfect child,” Skylar stated sarcastically.
And… I don’t know what to do from here XD You can decide where to go
Falon
Falon listened to them list their hobbies, they were defiantly the Avengers.
“I like running and gym stuff I guess, I also like martial arts too,” Falon shrugged. She then looked at Bruce, and then Tony. “So Bruce and Tony, sense you both like similar things, do you work together on protects?”
And did you guys ever make a killer robot? But Falon decided not to ask that question.
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne(@esther-c LOOKING AT YOU, AMIDALA. YOU DARE GO WITH CLINT INSTEAD OF EV???)
Heh heh…
😅😏😂
Wellll… this is just practice for my actual WIP. 🤷🏻♀️ And it’s for their own good… I swear by the International Author’s Creed. ✋🏻 (which probably has something in it about torturing you charries… XD) (and which totally exists *nods*)
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Katonia
In typical Brian fashion, he kicked open the cafeteria door, drew his sword, and rushed in. Immediately, he skidded to a stop, confronted by a multitude of wide eyes and open mouths.
Alchemo, Royal Wizard to His Majesty King Karlenio, pushed past me and put a hand on Brian’s shoulder. “Oh, that’s right, Prince Brianaro. I forgot to tell you – no one here is actually trying to kill you.”
“Are you sure?” Brian was skeptical.
A door on the other side of the room slammed open, and a lady who looked like the embodiment of an evil headmistress cried, “What is this about?”
Alchemo crossed the room with an “Ah, Headmistress Lilith! It is an honor.” I could tell that Alchemo thought it was anything but an honor. “These are the exchange students we contacted you about. Allow me the pleasure of introducing Princess Katonia and Prince Brianaro. They are enrolling as freshmen at this school to receive an education.” To Brian he whispered, “Better put the sword away.” He then turned back to the unamused headmistress. “I can explain everything. If you’ll just step this way…” He led her into the hall, and the door swung shut behind them.
By this time, everyone had turned back to their own affairs. It appeared that drama was the usual in this school. Brian sheathed his sword and returned to my side. He whispered in my ear, “Kate, probably now would be a good time to hide the engagement ring.”
I snapped from inattentiveness. “That’s a good idea.” I quickly pulled off the engagement ring and pocketed it, leaving the Stonestia royal family signet in its place. I surveyed the room. Judging from the schedule list on the opposite wall, this was lunch hour, and the next class would be… let’s see… science. Well, that was helpful. I looked at the cafeteria buffet. Some creepy old ladies were running it, and what they were serving did not look appetizing. But, we had no choice. I then thought through the next steps. A quick look told me that no tables were free. Wonderful. I examined the facial expressions of everyone in my sightline. A variety of emotions played out, the combination of which told me that there was some big, romantic, social event coming up. Probably a dance. I took Brian by the hand, led him over to the cafeteria line, and grabbed a plate. Brian and I went through the motions of walking through the line, receiving globs of unidentifiable goop of varying colors. I noticed a stack of upside-down paper cups and a large barrel with a spigot. Curious. I took a flimsy cup, positioned it directly under the white plastic spigot, and lifted the tiny lever. Clear liquid came out. I brought the cup close to my face. Is that… water? I sniffed it, then tasted it. It was indeed water, but strange to say, there was not a hint of alcohol in it. How do none of these people have water-born illnesses? Don’t they know that the only way to make water safe is to dilute it with alcohol? I had bigger things to worry about now, however. How was I going to sit down? It appeared that someone would have to invite us to sit at their table. I wasn’t about to approach any of them. Some were taking side glances at Brian’s sword hilt and fidgeting nervously. If only someone would let us come sit with them…
* * *
I hope everyone enjoyed the dramatic entrance. Sorry to hit the ping-pong ball back into the crowd so forcefully, but I really didn’t have much of a choice – I know only a couple more characters than my own do, so I’m hoping someone will invite them along.
Also, would it be too much to ask for me to have the honor of ending lunch? Alchemo has a very important announcement to make, but if it must wait, it can.
“A variety of emotions played out, the combination of which told me that there was some big, romantic, social event coming up. Probably a dance.”
😂😎
I’ll see if I can get my brain moving, and have my characters invite yours to their table.
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Marcel
Before the kid with the purple vial could answer Marcel’s question, chaos – that multitude of senses which somehow simultaneously sharpened his eyes and sent his brain on snooze – erupted from near the cafeteria door.
It was a knightly figure, who crashed in with a brilliant sword, nearly toppling a table next to him.
Paxton shivered.
Marcel’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of familiar shiny metal – and his wings unfurled automatically, curling over the table like a weeping willow.
Sebastian stuck the last of the taffy in his mouth and sighed, slumping over the side of the seat, until his head was upside down. “I’m bored.”
“I’m sure,” Calvin sighed.
“Your very answer was boring. You could have made a more creative attempt – like, oh, I don’t know, at least a pun.”
“Like what?”
“No, not like what. More like when. I have a life dependant on humor, ever since I was born. I need a joke every hour, or else I explode with the doldrums. Exploding isn’t healthy, Calvin.”
“Oh, really? Thanks for the heads up.”
“There!” Sebastian’s entire face lit up, like the sunrise.
“I -”
“You have rejuvenated me,” the little boy cried, like a bird, with his chest thrust out. “Behold, life! Sarcasm, the very nectar of superiority itself!”
He then pulled his hood on tighter. All signs of his enthusiasm vanished, and he lolled his head over the seat’s armrest.
Calvin shook his head, but smiled.
Marcel raised his head, peeking through the fabric of feathers.
The guy with the sword had approached their table, with a short, curious-looking girl standing next to them.
They looked… Confused. Not lonely, but hopeful at least. Obviously newbies.
Newbies with swords.
The horror.
Marcel managed to swallow down the buzzing in his ears fast enough to hear Calvin say – “Do you want to sit at our table?”
More people at their table?
As Calvin and the two medival-ish students began a conversation, Seb twisted his head around to get a good look. “Bro. They’ll knock me off the edge.”
Marcel eyed the large amount of space the kid was taking on the seat, and nudged at Seb’s legs with his hip. “Maybe that’s a good thing.”
Seb rolled his eyes and smoothly repositioned himself, so that he only touched the seat with the tip of his pinky finger. “There. Happy now?”
Marcel considered.
They did need more room on the seat, if those two students were to join them.
The young Guardian concentrated.
His wings strained and cracked, like cardboard with noticeable bent spots. They repositioned themselves, trembling, until Marcel had created a soft little nook, a few feet over his own head.
“Wait, wait, wait -” Seb tried.
A wing scooped him up, and dropped him on the bed of feathers.
The short boy squeaked with protest for a few moments, but seemed to accept his fate quickly. He patted down the feathers, like a pillow, and lay down on his belly, kicking his quality business leather shoes in the air. “Ah, so we’re all up close personal now. I’ve been known to have that effect on people. It’s just some kind of… bling, yeah? Yeeeaaah.”
Marcel nodded, satisfied, and turned to see if the two students were still joining them or not.
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Paxton
Pax watched with wide eyes, head ducked almost entirely under the table, as Sebastian was lifted up and onto Marcel’s wings. The small boy squeaked for a moment, and then slowly relaxed, shoulders lowering as he eased into his new seat.
Paxton poked his head up a bit, looking to the new students Calving had invited, eyes running over their bright armor and…
Sharp swords.
His nose scrunched as he held the table tight, tapping it anxiously as he ducked beneath it, legs sliding from his seat until his knees hit the lunch hall floor.
Wolfgang poked his head down to look at him, frowning. “Hey, you alright?” Paxton gave a shy, embarrassed glance. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” Wolfie smiled, puffing out his chest. “Don’t worry. But…if you’re too uncomfortable, we can always go.”
Paxton bit his lip, thinking about it. He didn’t want to leave…
He liked being around everyone. It was fun listening to his new friends talk amongst themselves. He just…couldn’t control his reactions sometimes…
The fight or flight signals inside of him always seemed to shoot off at the worst possible moments.
And usually, flight won out.
He shook his head, rising back to his seat, head lowered where his fluffy hair covered the top of his eyes.
Wolfie scooted closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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Marcel tapped Paxton and Wolfie’s toes under the table. “Anyone else wanna float? I could use the practice.”
Above, Sebastian bounced his head back and forth, while humming a surprisingly sweet tune – looking all for the world like a cupid in a badly-directed school play.
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Note: Only Brian has a sword, and neither of them are wearing armor. Sorry I didn’t make that very clear before – I love the acceptance though!
Katonia
I watched in amazement as a winged boy casually slung a small, overdressed man-child (for lack of a better description) onto his raised wings. The table was crowded – even with several members either bouncing on wings or melting under the table. I turned my attention to the conversation playing out directly in front of me. A calm, collected, kind-hearted-looking boy was engaged in a cordial and welcoming conversation with Brian. Both were already past the formalities and were happily discussing the finer points of theology mixed with survival tips. I couldn’t follow it, but Brian looked to be having the time of his life. I decided now would be a good time to get some information.
I surveyed the faces, looking for the one who most likely would know the finer points of the schedule. Mainly, I needed to know what to expect next. My eyes landed on a meek, wide-eyed boy who bore the tiniest resemblance to the headmistress. He definitely did not look like any embodiment of evil, but through subtle facial structure aspects and traits, I determined that this was the headmistress’s son. Another boy had his arm protectively around the headmistress’s son. I was going to need to tread carefully if I was going to get the information I needed without severely damaging my reputation. Not that I had one here, anyway.
“Hello,” I said in my friendliest voice, approaching the meek boy. “My name’s Katonia, or Kate for short. Do you know what class is next?”
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