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| Shiro Academy; New Term, Old Problems... | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 20 2011, 05:09:39 PM (6,750 Views) | |
| Dannistaan | Jun 20 2011, 05:09:39 PM Post #1 |
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Bat Shoot Loco
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This is the Main Campus for Shiro Academy. It is located in the Free Pacific States on Tilden Island. This is where most characters will be based, be they students or faculty. Most will probably be interacting in the dorms. ![]()
This is "Little Shiro", a Satellite Campus run jointly between Shiro and the University of North Dannistaan, in Nordu Dannistra City. It is an alternative setting where some characters may be located instead. There are priority internal communication links between the two campuses (Leased lines and high speed internet). |
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| Dannistaan | Jun 20 2011, 05:32:29 PM Post #2 |
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Bat Shoot Loco
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Dorm Lobby, Main Shiro Campus, Tilden Island, FPS 07:00 AM Local Time Corporal Nee'la Nakamura-Dam'acie sighed as she signed in at the dorm reception and looked around. "Same old Shiro. Even that worn out sofa in the lobby is the same," she remarked as she looked around. "Here our your keys ma'am," the receptionist handed Nee'la a set of keys to her room and the dorm medical offices. "Thank you." "Is there anything else I can help you with?" "No that will be all thank you." Nee'la then picked up her bags and headed to the elevator. A sign proclaiming it to be "Out of Service" confronted her. "Typical," she remarked as she swung her tail. The small jingle bells tied to it chimed along as she trudged over to the stairs. "Fifth floor...had to be the fifth floor..." Private Nah'diir Sith'hou, Lieutenant Li Chan-wook and Colour Sergeant Luh'ciia Imahara-Con'tii all looked on in horror at the scene in front of them. "Err...uh oh..." Nah'diir managed. "Uh oh? I think it is beyond uh oh at this point!" Li exclaimed. Luh'ciia only managed to open her mouth and keep it open. "...so...do we try to fix it? Hide it or run away?" Nah'diir asked. Li ran his hand over his throat several times. "I say run..." "Yeah...run..." Luh'ciia managed. "Agreed..." Nah'diir managed before the trio bolted from the commons. Leaving behind them a broken TV with half a video games console lodged into it's screen... |
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| Todd McCloud | Jun 20 2011, 09:50:50 PM Post #3 |
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Planet Telox
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At the sign-in desk was a a common vulpine male from Vekaiyu who had been enrolled in Shiro for the semester. He had no idea how long he'd be there, but with his university sponsoring him, he planned on making the most out of it. It was a bit intimidating to be outside of Vekaiyu, but he embraced the 'new' culture the college youth in his nation were incorporating, especially for those who identified themselves as Progressives. His dress gave it away. He wore dark blue jeans with the knees worn slightly, a black t-shirt with white-lettered "NO." inscribed on the front. His glasses were thick-rimmed, slightly unusual in Vekaiyu, but his black hair cut of middle length was typical for a male his age. He signed his name in Vekaiyun, not entirely sure if he completed the order form completely, but he figured someone would be around if he had managed to omit something. Pausing, he grimaced and took out his pen. He leaned a few times, then decided maybe it would be best if he included the English writing of his name. In parenthesis he wrote "Yiisu Ikolostre", then immediately stuffed his pen in his pocket and headed for the elevator. Maybe it was a little neurotic. Maybe it was a little obsessive compulsive. But that didn't seem to matter. At least they could read his name now. And for some people, as long as they had a label, that's all that seemed to matter. They'd skim whole paragraphs just to find that one bit of information, yet miss out on so much more about the person, about who they were, their personality and their feelings. At least that's how he felt. Vekaiyu was once an impersonal world. Now it seemed to have life breathed into it. And when something begins to breathe again, it wants to keep breathing. The older generations were a little concerned, naturally. They were the lost generation, the generation thinned by the careless actions of Vekaiyun dictators of the past. His generation, however, was looking for anything to shed that identity, albeit awkwardly, and looked to carve their own path. Somehow. He reached the elevator but noticed it was out of order. Remembering that his dorm was on the fifth floor, he took the stairs and climbed up them, skipping a step and lengthening his strides. His strides stopped, however, when his ears caught first jingling, then the footsteps of someone higher up than him. He peered up and noticed it was a human girl with fairly small triangular shaped ears and a long tail, but not too long. "Mutant?" he thought, having never actually seen a half-nekomimi before. Was she part vulpine? He looked at her tail. "Maybe... a lot less than half." He followed behind slightly, believing he was probably already heard after awkwardly stepping up stairs. "He-" He stopped when he mis-stepped over another tread, causing him to slam his left shoe down and grab the bannisters for dear life. The nerd within him came shinning through. "Hello," he said again. "You on the fifth floor too?" |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Dannistaan | Jun 21 2011, 01:04:51 PM Post #4 |
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Bat Shoot Loco
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Nee'la turned around. She found a slightly dishevelled looking Vulpine behind her. She raised an eyebrow but smiled nonetheless. "Yes I am actually. Do you need any help?" Nee'la helped with the strangers luggage and they both walked to the commons for a sit down. "Hmm...I see that the Yahoos have been damaging equipment again," she remarked on the sight of a broken TV with a video games system sticking out of it. After sitting down and offering a drink to the Vekaiyun gentlemen, she sat down herself. "The name is Nee'la. Corporal Nee'la Nakamura-Dam'acie. Nice to meet you," she offered a hand to shake. |
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| Todd McCloud | Jun 21 2011, 05:16:24 PM Post #5 |
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Planet Telox
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Yiisu analyzed the video game shoved halfway into the television screen. It didn't look exactly like the Vekaiyun ones they have back home, but it had the console and two controllers in it. Pity they couldn't play it with the television broken, but it couldn't be helped. "Yiisu Ikolostre," he said, shaking the hand in return. "Physics major. Nice to meet you." He felt a little silly letting the person help with his bags, but it wasn't anything compared to nearly tripping over himself on the stairs a few moments ago. "First time I've been here. First time I've been to Free Pacific States in general. What about yourself?" |
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| Dannistaan | Jun 21 2011, 06:31:03 PM Post #6 |
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Bat Shoot Loco
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"Third time. Probably more like the fifth," Nee'la said as she prepared a cup of tea for herself, "Doing some Postdoctoral research myself in trauma surgery. One of the less glamorous sides of Medical studies. Not enough people appreciate it in my humble opinion." Nee'la put aside her own bags and sat down on the edge of the sofa. "Do you have any family or friends here Yiisu? And what brings you to study here in the FPS?" Department of Computing, Little Shiro Campus, North Dannistaan 09:00 EPT "No. Try again," "Seriously?" "Seriously. The dadgum servers packed it in. And they still won't work." "Hal'vo hav'nar! OK let me see that connector again." Professor Trevor Sah'lis sighed as he slid out from the cabling duct he was in. His assistant, Fred Andrews shruged. "Did you check the power plug, out of curiousity, Andrew?" "They were all on when I checked them. There are lights on but no one's home." "Bloody Pee-Oh-Ess," Trevor hissed as he stood up and walked over to one of the black monoliths that passed for a server in the room. Several lights blinked and danced over it's surface. All were red. "Yes. That is not good. All these lights should either be yellow at least. Or preferably green!" Trevor sighed as he slammed his hand against the side of the server and walked over to a monitor to check it's status.
"But they are all plugged in! Stupid machine!" Trevor hissed as he stormed away from the monitor. "Come on, Andrew. Looks like we'll have to phone Tilden and ask the technician there to double check the details he's given us!" |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jun 21 2011, 08:44:10 PM Post #7 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Lena Elene was a tall female lobo in her mid 20s. She was almost finished filling out her papers. She had figured that the registration people wanted her to put in her name first in English and then in Lobonese, which had done. Lena wore a pair of blue jean shorts, a red sleeveless midriff shirt with blue lightning bolts on it, and a pair of sandals. Her fur was mostly all black except for some red and white stripes all over her body. Her friends and family always told her that the stripes made her look like a wolf with tiger's fur. In fact, the stripes did look like those of a tiger. She was taking a double major in computer information, specifically computer programming, and physics, but she had taken a minor in art. She handed the registration officer her papers. She smiled and walked towards her room. She called her mother. "Hi! I'm here. Everything's okay. Registration took a bit longer than I thought." "That's good. Sorry we couldn't make it, Lena." "I know. I know. But, what with dad's back out of whack, it wouldn't be good for him to travel. Besides, I'll be fine, Mom." "Okay. But you take care of yourself. Make sure you check your schedule, don't oversleep, and remember to wear clean--" "MOM!" "Alright, alright. Well, I got to go now. Your father has an appointment with the doctor about his back. Love you." "Love you too Mom. Tell dad that I love him too." Lena hung up her phone. It was the latest smart phone in Vulshain, having outperformed Vekaiyu's models when it was released. It was still much more popular than the Vekaiyun models due to it's ease of use, durability (it could be hit with a brick and the screen wouldn't get a scratch), and the automatic dimming to help reduce glare when outside, made the X1-1AB Smart Phone the most popular smart phone on the market. Not to mention free 5G wi-fi and GPS, along with voice-activated calling helped its popularity too. It could even play mp3s and videos too! Lena was something of an athletic techno-geek. She was computer savvy, as well as both athletic and her body was well-toned. Not enough to make her look like one of those muscle-covered human amazons. Just thinking of them made Lena shudder and cringe. Lena looked at her number. "Hm...Fifth floor. Okay." She noticed that the elevator was out of order, so she took the stairs. "Good thing I'm in shape." Lena decided to sit down, and rest after her long trip, having found the commons room, which is when she noticed two people already there. One she recognized as a vulpine male, but the other one, a girl she couldn't quite figure out. She knew that there were other non-human races in the East Pacific, but she figured this girl was a nekomimi, although this was Lena's first time seeing one, having never met one before. "Hello," she greeted them, smiling. "Do you mind if I sit down with you both?" |
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| Todd McCloud | Jun 22 2011, 03:16:25 PM Post #8 |
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Planet Telox
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Yiisu nodded. He restrained himself from making a face, thinking 'trauma' usually meant some kind of accident and, therefore, more parts mangled. He was actually fascinated with diseases, but didn't want to come off as a creep. "Sounds interesting," was all he could say. He looked at the television. "So is vandalism common here in Shiro?" Upon the female lobo entering the room and introducing herself, Yiisu shrugged. "Yeah there's a bunch of chairs around. Feel free to have a seat, if that's okay with you," he added, looking at the corporal. |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Smigol | Jun 22 2011, 03:17:49 PM Post #9 |
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Money for nothing and coups for free
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Egon Ivan-Igor von Richenstein was the second oldest son of His Graciousness, the Duke of Smigsachenweiz. He looked very similiar to his father - short blond hair on top of his oval face. Smart looking brown eyes, made him look handsome, and the small chin cleft only added to the impression. He was exactly what people wished the son of a duke would be - smart, good-looking and rich. 'If only he would be more interested in the Smigsachwian culture', as his father always said. And there was some truth in these words - Egon Ivan-Igor decided to study in a different school every year, to learn many cultures from around the East Pacific. This year he chose Shiro Academy. This twenty three years old lad, wearing a white shirt with light blue, vertical stripes, a black single-breasted jacket, grey jeans, and dark-brown marzchestielfes* climbed the stairs. Sure, it wasn't a suit that yelled "look at me, I'm a noble", but it was neat enough for him. He stopped dead, when he entered the room. There were three persons there. And everyone of them was of a different specie. At first he thought there was a human and two vulpines, but he realized that one of the Candidsapiens looked a little more...wolfy. "So, a lobo then?" he said to himself. As he was about to just ignore them, and go to his room, he realized there was something wrong about the human girl. She wasn't human. The tail and the ears were kind of giving it away. He decided to learn, what exactly she was, so he decided to join the group, however decided to not shove into the conversation, until they decided to speak to him. It would be impolite to just throw yourself like that into the middle of other's talk. |
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| Dannistaan | Jun 22 2011, 08:21:44 PM Post #10 |
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Bat Shoot Loco
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Nee'la smiled at the Lobo and nodded. "Please," she pointed at the seat. On noticing the new come to the commons, she smiled and waved. "Please don't be shy on account of us being here," she said. "I'm Nee'la. Nee'la Nakamura-Dam'acie. Pleased to meet your acquaintance," she said to both newcomers, "As for the vandalism...I've not had any problems with it last time I was here. I'm guessing some over enthusiastic students may have been partying too much." Just as Nee'la was speaking, a technician arrived in the Commons and tutted at the sight of the broken TV. "Ya yung'uns bin breekin' Tea-Vee's agin?" "Nothing to do with us sir," Nee'la answered. "Heh. Th'y awl say th't. Geese'll haf to sort owt this mess..." The technician walked off annoyed, still tutting and muttering about "Demned keeds." Nee'la shrugged. "That was Fosters, the dorm technician. I've met him a few times before. You'll get used to his accent." |
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| Todd McCloud | Jun 22 2011, 10:27:01 PM Post #11 |
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Planet Telox
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Yiisu nodded, his mouth ajar. He repeated the words in his head to make sense of them and form coherent sentences, filling the blanks with the words he didn't quite get from the thick accent. "I see. Are these dorms prone to breaking down? I mean... are they often in need of repair?" When he noticed that the blond-haired human wearing a fashionable suit entered the room was still standing, Yiisu shook his head. "Oh sorry, where are my manners." He said to the two newcomers. "I'm Yiisu Ikolostre, from Vekaiyu. Um, have a seat, there's plenty here if everyone's okay with that." He paused. He was never a fashion expert, not even fashion-literate, but he did like to see how other cultures dressed. It was interesting, to say the least. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jun 22 2011, 10:35:30 PM Post #12 |
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The Boll Weevel
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"Thank you. My name is Lena Elene. I'm from Vulshain, by the way." She sat down next to Yiisu. "It's nice to meet all of you. This is my first time being away from home, not to mention my first time here at Shiro. So what is everyone majoring in?" |
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| Smigol | Jun 23 2011, 04:44:16 AM Post #13 |
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Money for nothing and coups for free
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"I'm Egon Ivan-Igor von Richenstein. I'm majoring in history. And since history is strongly connected to culture, I'm traveling all over the East Pacific, learning foreign cultures." He had a mediocre Smigsachwian accent - Sharp, voiced 'r's, harsh, rustling 'Sh' and 's' and no difference in sound between 'h', 'g', and 'v'. There were hints of foreign accents also. One could say he definetely was in Listonia. But in modern Smigsachenweiz, Listonia was so popular, it wasn't strange at all, that he decided to live there for a while. There was a hint of an accent from British Grand Pacific, but it was so subtle, you almost couldn't hear it. Anyway, he was in FPS now. Best to accommodate himself. "I'm also the second in line heir to the throne of Smigsachenweiz. I'll try to not be a posh dick" He joked, as he was sitting down near strange half-cat-half-woman person. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jun 24 2011, 11:58:08 PM Post #14 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Lena noticed several strange accents, but she pushed it aside. "So you're second in line to the throne, huh? Must be stressful, what with all the responsiblity you have to handle just in case I guess." Lena wasn't sure how to talk about such a subject like that. She twirled a lock of her hair in her fingers. "So....Um....Nee'la is it? What room are you staying in?" Lena didn't know what was wrong with her. She was usually great with conversations, but now...she was being the shy girl. "What's wrong with me? I'm never this shy. Must be that this is a huge experience for me I guess. Well, Vulshain doesn't give out scholarships to just about anyone, so I better make the most of it." She smiled as she waited for anyone's reply. |
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| Dannistaan | Jun 25 2011, 06:24:58 PM Post #15 |
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Bat Shoot Loco
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"Well, Yiisu...the equipment itself isn't normally in a state of disrepair. But the building admittedly does need a fresh coat of paint." Nee'la swung her tail slowly, the jingle bells ringing out gently as she did so. "Pleased to meet you Lena. And you as well, Your Highness," she curtseyed at Egon, "I'm personally doing some Postdoctoral research into trauma surgery. Part of the reason why I'm the dorm's main nurse as well. Well. I say 'nurse'. I'm probably more qualified than most doctors at this stage. It's really an artefact of how healthcare is organised back home in Dannistaan. Due to the great distances some villages are from major hospitals, we nurses are more like doctors, psychologists, surgeons and pharmacists all rolled into one. Basically the one stop shop for healthcare in the village. Or in my case, in the military unit I'm serving in as well because I work in the army." Nee'la took a sip from her drink before turning to Egon. "Would your Highness prefer me to refer to you personally by name or would your Highness prefer we remain formal? Either way, may I comment that being second in line to the throne does sound rather stressful. The only other person I can think of who has to carry that much responsibility back home is the Prime Minister. Or perhaps the Governor-General." "No, I checked the IP addresses you gave me. They are all duds!" Trevor shouted down the phone. "Fir th' lahst tim', thos arr th' IP addrisses as th' Eye-Tea teck sed to mi," Fosters weird accent rang out from the other end of the line, "Twa-Fiveh-Fiveh dit Tree-For dit Tree-Ate dit Nin-Wan dit Sevin-Sicks." "Six? Why didn't you say so?" "Ah did. Yer jus wer nit listenin'." "Urgh..." Trevor sighed as wrote down the numbers again. "Now, is ther anythin' els ah keen helhp yer wiff befor ah leav to fix up this Tea-Vee?" "No, that is all. Thank you." Trevor put the phone down. "Andrew! That no-good-for-nothing technician and his dadgum stupid accent screwed us up. He didn't pronounce a number properly! Let's try the server with those settings!" |
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| Smigol | Jun 26 2011, 07:32:00 AM Post #16 |
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Money for nothing and coups for free
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"Actually I much prefer personal relations - I do not like to brag about the nobility and such. The only reason why I've admitted to that, is because in the last school there has been a lot of awkward situations when the fact came to surface." Said Egon scratching the back of head, which made him look a little ashamed. "Since I decided to travel the world studying other cultures, much to the dislike of my father, I haven't been much involved in the state affairs. Even my seat in the parliament was given to my sister. Me and my Pa's relations are rather...mild?" "Anyway, enough about me. I do not want to sound rude, but... are those ears a genetic modification? And the tail?" |
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| Todd McCloud | Jun 26 2011, 10:26:52 AM Post #17 |
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Planet Telox
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Yiisu nodded at Nee'la's explanation for the disrepair of the academy. He paid attention to what was being said, but he was definitely observant of his surroundings. The carpet had stains probably at least ten years old on it. One of the chair's arms were bowed too far out, almost as if a student had laid on the arm with his or her legs. The walls had marks hovering about the same level from the ground. He noticed the backs of the chairs matched the level of the scuffs. It wasn't so bad, though. Back in Vekaiyu it really depended on the university one attended. His old university was in about the same state of disrepair, maybe worse. After all, "education is more important than building aesthetics", his provost so eloquently put it. He had to admit, he agreed with it, but it'd still be nice for the university to shed its cold 1970's 'uniform' look. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jun 26 2011, 08:35:46 PM Post #18 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Lena looked around. She had to admit that it was a very different from Vulshain's schools. Sure, her old school did have a problem with the girls' locker room door not being able to close all of the way, despite numerous attempts to fix it, but other than that, she couldn't recall anything like she was seeing. When she heard the prince's question, she began to wonder. She doubted Nee'la's tail and ears were genetic. "I don't think they are." Turning to Nee'la, she said, "But you're a...neko, right? I've never met one before." She smiled. She began to wonder if Nee'la would be interested in modeling for her. |
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| Dannistaan | Jun 26 2011, 09:34:34 PM Post #19 |
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Bat Shoot Loco
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"Nekomimi actually. Slight difference." Nee'la corrected Lena, "And to answer your question," she turned slightly towards Egon, "My tail and ears are not genetic modifications. More an artefact of my ancestry. Basically, several Nekomimis from the nation of Infinite Loop ended up in Dannistaan through various means. Mostly smuggled in illegally as slaves. Or worse...As it turned out, they made surprisingly good warriors. Surprising given the stereotype of Nekomimis is that they tend to be timid and meek. They ended up intermarrying into the general Dannistrian populace. A lot of variations of nekomimi people emerged that aren't normally seen in Infinite Loop." Just then a loud thud distracted the group. A human female with long blondish hair appeared in the door. She was wearing a slightly crumpled Dannistrian Naval uniform. In contrast to Nee'la's dark tan, her skin was a lot paler, verging on porcelain white. "Sah'mahn'th...!" Nee'la seemed surprised, her tail stiffened bolt upright, "What are you doing here?" Sah'mahn'th looked around the room briefly before nodding in greeting to the assembled group. "I...I would like to know myself," she said before walking slowly over and sitting down on a stool near the breakfast bar in the commons. "I heard on the news you were a fugitive..." Nee'la began before she was interrupted by Sah'mahn'th. "Not any more...let's just say those problems have now been...dealt with..." "I see...guys...this is Petty Officer Sah'mahn'th Gah'tahr..." "Or you can call me 'Sashenka' if you prefer...'" "Riiigghhtt..." Nee'la seemed disturbed. She seemed more disturbed when Sah'mahn'th casually made a cup slide on the bar towards her hand without touching it. "I realised the potential of most of my abilities some time ago..." Sah'mahn'th explained. She then closed her eyes. "Sadly I now have no one left. Even Anna disappeared in mysterious circumstances and I'm lost." "Err...Anna has been gone for ages...you disappeared shortly afterwards...did you...?" "No, that was nothing to do with me. I had to leave to protect everyone here. Now there is no longer a problem..." Sah'mahn'th sighed, "At least...I think there isn't..." |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jun 26 2011, 09:45:09 PM Post #20 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Lena was surprised by the unexpected appearance of Sashenka, but she was more surprised by Sashenka's 'special ability'. "Wow...um...neat trick. I think. So...um....are we in any trouble here, because I really really don't want to go to jail." Lena knew that if she got into trouble she would lose her scholarship and her parents couldn't afford to pay her tuition. She decided to change the subject. "Um...I apologize for changing the subject but um...Sashenka and Nee'la have you two ever thought about being art models?" It was a strange question, but she about to have a nervous breakdown as she didn't want to think about getting into trouble. |
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| Dannistaan | Jun 27 2011, 06:10:02 PM Post #21 |
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Nee'la seemed to ignore the question as she looked up and down at Sah'mahn'th with concern. Sah'mahn'th was grasping the cup so tightly that cracks were starting to form on it's surface. "Sah'mahn'th..." Nee'la began. The cup suddenly flew at full at her. Only her feline DNA enhanced reactions made the difference between the cup impacting her face or the wall. "SAH'MAHN'TH IS DEAD! MY NAME IS SASHENKA!" Sah'mahn'th screeched, "YOU DANNISTRIANS ARE ALL THE SAME! YOU USE A PRETEXT OF HELPING OTHERS TO HIDE SECRETS! ALL OF YOU JUST WANT TO EXPLOIT EVERYONE ELSE!" Tears started streaming down her face as she stared accusingly at Nee'la, who had now taken a defensive stance. "Sah'mahn'th..." she tried to speak calmly. "SAH'MAHN'TH IS DEAD! DON'T...CALL...ME...THAT!" without warning, a plate flew from the breakfast bar towards Nee'la, who dodged it by diving behind one of the sofas. Without a hint of fear in her voice, she stood back up and continued... "Sah...Sashenka...Who ever you are. Please understand this. I don't know what has happened to you, or who caused it. But know this, we are still here to help you. We are you're friends and I can assure you we have nothing to do with what happened to you." "LAIR!" Sah'mahn'th roared, "Why is it then your bosses used us?! Just because some of us had talents they wanted!! TELL ME!! WHY?!" "I honestly don't know what you are referring to," Nee'la said, silently signalling to the other students to leave the commons in case the situation escalated. Her voice still retained a calm tone, but with more of a steely edge to it, "But trust me. I'll do what I can to help. You just need to say what the problem is. I only heard of half the story, and I don't necessarily think it was right. But you have to explain..." "RARAGH!!" Sah'mahn'th let off an angry scream and grabbed a fork from the bar. She then lunged at Nee'la. "NEE'LA!" Luh'ciia appeared in the doorway of the commons. On seeing Sah'mahn'th, Luh'ciia charged at her and grabbed Sah'mahn'th's wrist before deftly disarming her by twisting it, forcing Sah'mahn'th to the ground in one move. "...why??"Sah'mahn'th sobbed quietly...as Luh'ciia restrained her, "...why...is...this...happening...?! why...??" Nee'la calmly stood up and smoothed off the wrinkles on her uniform and dusted herself off before walking over. "Thanks Luh'ciia," she said as she walked over, "I'll admit I wasn't sure what how to handle her after that...help me up onto the sofa will you?" "Sure..." Luh'ciia replied warily as she helped Nee'la stand Sah'mahn'th up and lead her to the sofa to lie down. This time Sah'mahn'th made no attempt to resist. "Sorry about this Luh'ciia," Nee'la answered as she grabbed a nearby telephone handset, "I'll arrange for an ambulance to get here. You keep watch on Sah'mahn'th." "This the Sah'mahn'th you were telling me about?" "She isn't like this. Previously she would be meeker than a flower. So I don't know what's gotten into her..." As Nee'la called for an ambulance, Luh'ciia became aware of the others staring at her. "Oh hi...um...I'm guessing you guys are new?" she answered in her childlike voice, "I'm Luh'ciia. Luh'ciia Imahara-Con'tii. I'm one of Nee'la's dorm mates...and err...I'm sorry about this...?" |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 2 2011, 01:43:40 PM Post #22 |
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Lena was greatly surprised by what had happened. "Okay, be calm girl. Be calm." She wondered what was going to happen next and wondered if the poor girl was going to be okay. "Is...is she going to be alright, Nee'la? If she needs first aid, I might be able to help. I'm certified in first aid." Lena wonder if she and Nee'la might become friends. |
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| Dannistaan | Jul 2 2011, 05:04:47 PM Post #23 |
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"She'll be fine," Nee'la answered as she replaced the handset, "Although I don't know what caused her psychotic episode, we'll sort her out," Nee'la beckoned Luh'ciia over. "Keep an eye on her," she pointed at Sah'mahn'th, "I'll be right back." As Nee'la went out the door, she beckoned Lena over. "Since you say you are train in first aid, can I borrow you for a few minutes?" |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 2 2011, 11:44:30 PM Post #24 |
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Lena nodded and followed Nee'la. After she had gone out of the room, remembering to bring her stuff with her, she asked, "What can I do to help?" Lena knew a great deal about first aid and even took some classes to get certified. Being somewhat of a nature lover, despite her love for technology, she knew a lot of survival skills, too. Lena wondered what she could do to help Nee'la. |
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| Todd McCloud | Jul 3 2011, 11:09:31 AM Post #25 |
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Yiisu sat and observed the entire situation, from the arrival of Sah'mahn'th, to the ensuing fight between them. What intrigued him the most, however, was the manipulation of matter to move it with 'an unseen hand'. He had heard of some people having the ability to do such a thing, but it was really rumored only in Vekaiyu. Even then, physicists weren't really able to explain it. One, theorist believed it was a manipulation of antimatter that allowed the movement of matter itself. But their knowledge on the subject was limited at best. Of course, he wanted to know more about it. "I can see people get along here fairly well," he remarked. "So how did that one person, er Sah'mahn'th, move that cup and that plate?" |
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| Dannistaan | Jul 5 2011, 12:16:50 PM Post #26 |
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Nee'la scrambled down the stairs and over to the Nurses office on the ground floor where she normally worked in the dorms. Check Lena was still behind her, she unlocked the door and grabbed one of the first aid kits and several other medical supplies. Handing a roll of bandages over to Lena, she then headed back up the stairs. "Come on," Nee'la beckoned Lena over, "Sah'mahn'th injured her hand during that fight. Will need your help to bandage it up." The two head up the stairs... "Well," Luh'ciia turned to face Yilsu, "I'm not sure to be honest. I've heard of all manner of strange things happening here but I couldn't explain them all...by the way, who are you guys? I don't think we met..." Luh'ciia directed her question to everyone in the commons just as Nee'la and Lena appeared back from the stairs. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 5 2011, 08:26:47 PM Post #27 |
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Lena followed close behind Nee'la. "Alright, let's look at her hand." She put on a pair of rubber gloves. Lena looked at it. "Hm...Well, I can't tell if there are any fractures without an X-ray, but still, we should quickly bandaged it up fast. She's bleeding pretty bad." Lena took the roll of bandages and gently began to doctor Sah'mahn'th's hand. "Let's hope that'll work until the ambulance arrives. I've done all I can for it. There maybe some fractured bones, but I couldn't really tell. I think there were some, but I'm not 100% certain." Lena then took a bag and carefully threw away the bloodstained gloves, making sure not to get any blood on her. "I think we should clean up this mess and we should all wash our hands thoroughly." |
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| Smigol | Jul 6 2011, 06:58:18 AM Post #28 |
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Egon, who was up to now hiding behind a knocked down table, without understanding what was happening, stood up. "I'm Egon Ivan-Igor von Richenstein, from Smigsachenweiz" he told slightly bowing. "would you care to explain, how the hell she...And that...How is that....WHAT JUST HAPPENED" he was trying to find the right question, but that was hard, because of what just happened. |
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| Dannistaan | Jul 6 2011, 05:55:08 PM Post #29 |
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"I don't know myself," Luh'ciia started just as Lena and Nee'la finished off bandaging up Sah'mahn'th's hand, "I just came in to see my room mate get attacked by this woman." Nee'la nodded approvingly at Lena's work before adding, "I wish I knew myself. 'This woman' is a previous Shiro room mate and friend of mine. I have no idea what possessed her to fly off the handle like that. I'm not even sure how she was able to throw things around without touching them." Nee'la marked the bag Lena used to through away the gloves as "Biohazzard" with a marker pen on the breakfast bar, then she scrubbed her hands clean, offering a bar of soap and sanitiser spray to Lena. She then turned back to Egon. "It's strange, Sah'mahn'th was such a mild girl when we last saw here almost a year ago. I really do not know what got into her..." "Urgh..." Sah'mahn'th moaned and turned to one side. "How are you feeling now?" Nee'la knelt down beside Sah'mahn'th. Luh'ciia stood by, producing a chopping board as a makeshift shield cum bludgeon in case Sah'mahn'th tried to attack anyone. "I...I...don't know...I...feel like...crap...wha...what...is...going on?" "You went nutty and started throwing plates and cups at me. Luh'ciia had to subdue you," Nee'la explained in a fact of manner tone, "You injured your hand in the fight. Lena and I had to fix you up." "What...?...where...am I?..." Sah'mahn'th was confused as she tried to sit up, only to almost fall over. Lena and Nee'la grabbed her by the arms. "Whoa whoa there! Easy Miss," Nee'la exclaimed as she signalled to Lena to help Sah'mahn'th back down, "I don't think you are in any state to sit up there. Just lie down until the ambulance arrives." Nee'la signalled to Luh'ciia to keep watch on Sah'mahn'th while she beckoned Lena over to a far corner of the room. "I'm guessing Sah'mahn'th had some sort of psychotic break down and it seems to have developed symptoms of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Split Personality if you will. I don't think there is much we can do for her but I'll mention this to the paramedics when they arrive. In the mean time, keep an eye on her and I'll go downstairs and check where that ambulance is." |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 6 2011, 07:24:09 PM Post #30 |
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Lena thanked Luh'ciia for the soap and washed her hands thoroughly. After cleaning up, she went over to the corner and listened carefully to what Nee'la told her. "I see. I hope she'll be alright. And don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her." |
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