Shiro Academy

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Historically the premier college in 1 Infinite Loop, Shiro Academy moved from its previous location to Garneldo (the capital of Tilden, an island province in the Federated Alliance of Free Pacific States) following the destruction of the original campus during an invasion 1 Infinite Loop three years ago. Though the relocation was supposed to be temporary, it has become semi-permanent as a result of the economic depression in Infinite Loop, which has prevented the government there from accruing enough money to reconstruct the campus.

Shiro Academy thus remains at its home away from home: Tilden University. Constructed during the 1980s to become the school of the children of elite Free Pacificans that’d become rich from the technological boom, Tilden University collapsed in the early 1990s, when the tech bubble burst. From 1992 until 2005, when Shiro Academy negotiated to rent the large majority of the campus, only 1% of the campus was actually utilized. Nowadays, Tilden University only uses three buildings, while the rest of the 50+ structures are maintained by Shiro Academy.

A combination school, Shiro Academy has programs for a select few high school students, regular college students, graduate university students, and military cadets. Regardless of program, those enrolled at Shiro usually live in the same dormitories, and often take the same courses.

The dormitory that serves as the setting for this story is commonly known as the Wachin Dormitory. It is the Southernmost dorm on the Shiro Academy campus, the closest to the Pacific Ocean, and it faces South towards the ocean. A field with a bath house in the center of it inhabits the square formed by the L shape dormitory. A circular driveway is located on the North-Eastern side of the building while a parking lot is located on the North-Western side of the building. The two smallest sides of the building serve solely as emergency exits. An image of the dormitory is provided.

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“This…is not good, really not good…”
Kah’lad pointed at a hole in the ground. The late teenage Dannistrian Army soldier showing an expression of apprehension.
“That, is probably an understatement…this is possibly beyond not good…” replied Nah’diir.
Nah’diir, though slightly younger than Kah’lad, was slightly lankier and looked a bit older.
“Possibly? More like definitely…that was the only spare wheelbarrow on campus…and we just dropped it into a hole…a really deep, big hole…” Li chipped in.
Li notably stood out amongst the group of Dannistrians. His Oriental appearance marked him out as being the only Bai Lungese in Shiro Academy.
“OK…we can either try to fish it out…get help to recover it…or run…” Kah’lad slowly explained.
“I pick ‘run’,” Nah’diir said in a joking, albeit deadpan manner.
“I second that,” Li also commented.
“But seriously,” Nah’diir continued, “I think we should go find a janitor for help or something. Otherwise we are not going to get this little gardening project sorted out.”
“Yeah, I’ll see if I can find someone on campus,” Kah’lad said as he proceeded to walk back to the dorms, “And also find out why there is a massive hole in the ground here in the first place…”

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Ikrisia reached the foot of her new dorm room door as her headphones blasted a completely new sound - reggae music - to the confines of her triangular ears. The music was new to her. Sure, it was allowed in her nation, but had such a small following, yet on the airplane, it was either that or classical, so she picked a beat that would allow her to remain awake. Luckily for her, there was a local station that was playing reggae by some band. And though she had an English - Unonian digital translator placed in her left ear, she still had trouble stringing the words together. Not as eloquent, she figured.

After giving the door a hard knock, she gave her sharp teeth a soft lick with her tongue. No one else appeared to be in the hallway, or so she thought. But still, she had to make sure her appearance was in line, mainly because she was told she could have roommates. Most of what she wore was bought recently back in Vekaiyu - her shoes and pants were definitely reflective of the culture around the nation. She wouldn’t be caught in any of it back home. The shirt alone would warrant a fine at the very least, as well as shame and dishonor for not appearing as a vixen of pride. But here, it was a little more accepting. Here it was a little accepting. Especially for an organic chemistry major, a job stuffy as stuffy could be. Still, her training back in Vekaiyu was a special one. Her mission over here was to enrich her culture and expand her knowledge on chemistry. After all, it seemed more and more likely Vekaiyu would open its doors to the region, and with it, the knowledge and advances it possessed.

Clearing her throat, she grabbed the door handle and turned. She hated to intrude, but figured she had waited long enough. Forcing the door backward, she wondered if anyone else was inside her room…

4

— Begin quote from ____

Dad,

Got your message. I’ve arrived at school just fine, and will be starting the new semester soon. Karen doesn’t seem to be back yet; I’m kind of worried about her. Not much else to say. As always, have fun with your blockade.

A.R.K.

— End quote

Anna hastily typed up the last words of the email as she heard the knock on the door. There weren’t many people who could be knocking on the door, after all, and there was the very real possibility that it could be her old roommate. Karen Alexander of Kangarawa had been like a big sister, a very precious thing for a nine-year-old student who felt alone in a campus full of people with whom she had little in common. Her absence was more than a little unsettling, especially since Karen was one of the very few punctual people around.

Stepping away from the desk, Anna idly wondered if anyone else at Wachin actually kept the keys to their dorm on their person. Her curiosity was answered when the door popped open and disgorged a tall girl of gaudy attire and strange, unplacable appearance. Hastily reminding herself not to gawk like a fool, Anna stepped back and offered a gloved hand in greeting. “Hello.”

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She smiled meekly as her ears bent instinctively back. “Hello,” she responded with a slight curl of her tail. Removing her headphones, she turned off the music and stepped inside. “I believe this is my room for the semester, would you happen to share this room too?”

Stepping inside, she seemed not to be bothered at the apparent age of the girl. After all, she was the odd one, from a strange land, remaining in contact by means of a small electronic device kept in the safety of an ear. But it was unusual. She set her rucksack on a free chair and gazed around the room, noting spots of interest within it.

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She walked in grumbling. Her sea bag slung over her shoulder, she walked the halls of the dormitory.

“When I asked Tlant to assign me somewhere quiet after all the fighting I didn’t quite have this in mind…” she said grumbling to herself.

She was Neko. Medium height, but built like a body builder, it was apparent she was a soldier. Her left leg and right arm had been completely replaced by Pax cybernetics and a large portion of her chest had been replaced as well. Her Hive link set behind her left ear. Always on. Always scanning.

She walked past a mirror and glanced in it.

She sighed. “I become more metal everyday it seems. I wonder why I don’t just take the leap to pure cybernetic. Tlant knows I have earned it.”

She continued to walk down the hall with a clink clink noise as her bare claws hit the tile.

OOC: You may remember Noi. She would be close to 25 now and is here as an RA. Basically a house mother.

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Kah’lad made his way slowly back to the dorm. At first glance he looked fairly typical of your average Dannistrian. Black, shaved head, medium build but with the usual air of quiet robustness most Dannistrians have. He was slightly taller than most Dannistrians, which made him stand out amongst the contingent the island nation sent out to Shiro. Kah’lad continued to make his way into the building and headed along a corridor to the Janitors office.

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“Urgh…” Kah’lad felt faint for a few seconds. He sat down on a chair in the corridor to try to wait out the sudden spell.

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Kah’lad started taking several deep breaths before reaching into an inside pocket in his jacket and produced an autoinjector before placing it against his neck and activating it.
“You do realise that you need to be careful when using those things. Too often and it loses effectiveness.”
Kah’lad turned to find Nee’la beside him.
Nee’la was one of the females in the Dannistrian Shiro contingent. Like most nekomimi or catgirls, she had the strange appearance of a human with feline ears and a tail. Unlike her brethren from 1 Infinite Loop however, she was darker skinned and did not have the usual underage look most nekomimi have. Throughout her studies at Shiro she has become something of a de facto medic for the entire dorm and some would say the entire campus.
“Oh, Nee’la…yeah…I know,” Kah’lad began, standing up when his lightheadedness subsided, “But I started hearing it again…”
“Those random voices?” Nee’la asked, as though she heard of it before.
“Yeah…no thanks to that…‘thing’…they put in me…”
“I wish I could do more, unfortunately, the only other thing I can give is your standard anti-ghosting medicine,” Nee’la said in her quiet, reassuring voice.
“I’ll be fine. I thank you for providing the syringes in the first place,” Kah’lad said as he walked on to the janitors office.
Nee’la nodded silently.

After some walking, Kah’lad finally reached the office of the janitor. Pausing for a few seconds, he knocked the door firmly.

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A shadow passes over the land, too large in scale to truly appreciate or comprehend on it’s own. Had anybody possessed the ability to measure all it’s edges at once, or had their eye on the hopefully very distracted island that cast it, they would have, perhaps, noticed it stop for a few moments over the car-park.

There is a flash of light, and suddenly instead of a museum-worthy diesel compact there is a girl, and various trunks and bags. She is oddly dressed, in a style commonly associated with fairs, with black hair flowing from underneath of simply precious red beret. She seems quite disorientated at first, but suddenly gets very angry.

She shakes her fist in the air as the hopefully-going-to-stay-that-way piece of stone starts to move again, and begins shouting a number of obscenities at it. “You bloody tricked me!” she screams, amongst various threats untranslatable here. Finally the object is lost from view, and she plops down moodily on the largest trunk. After several moments of well-deserved sulking she removes a piece of hand-written parchment from her coat pocket.

“Dear young sir/madam,” it says, “I, Supreme Magus of Twelve Crete, congratulate you on winning the Dangerous Ball raffle, and it is my great honour to present you with your prize. As a young scholar of the multiverse you undoubtedly have a keen interest in learning about all things, and so you’ll be delighted to hear that you are to attend this area’s premier learning centre. This is a place where future leaders are born, and you will be among them, to grow and learn, expand your horizons, schmooze with the sons of the powerful, and to never mention that temporal anomaly we created in the future!
So, go forth and claim your prize! Those in charge will find the appropriate paperwork in the back of their desk.

 Yrs. Sincerely, Magdar Crete, Supreme Magus of Twelve.”

The girl lets the paper drop to the ground and sighs.

“Scorpions would be too good for him”, she mutters, and wanders off to find the reception desk.

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The fact that Noi had yet to take the leap to pure cybernetic did not alter the reaction of many of the students in the dormitory. As Noi walked along, many students ducked into rooms, simply left the hall, or glared angrily at the Packilvanian. Although Shiro Academy was an international school, a large number of its students were Free Pacificans, and the people of the Federated Alliance hate Pax Drones.

Yet not every Free Pacifican hated drones and Jill Ronin was amongst the minority of Free Pacificans that held nothing against the Pax. A native of Faramount, Jill had grown up in government housing, and learned firsthand that judging a person based upon association just wasn’t fair. So when Noi approached, Jill smiled broadly, and offered her hand. “Hey, Noi! Long time no see! How’ve ya been!”

Despite not being able to afford image enhancing products, Jill had a natural beauty, standing 5’7 with long brown hair, blue eyes, and the form of an individual that worked out a lot. Which made sense because Jill did work out a lot. A whole lot. She really didn’t have a choice given her dream of becoming a reporter and the unofficial requirement that anyone on television be extremely good-looking.

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No, I broke in to steal the wiring from the walls. Want to help?

No, I’m just looking. With lockpicks.

No, you must be looking for the Shiro Dorms. This is the Daycare. I’m on timeout for running an illegal bookie operation.

“Yes, this is my room.” Anna said matter-of-factly. “I’ve had it since last year. I hope you like it. Your bed should be that one, against the far wall.” She suddenly realized that this wasn’t exactly helping. “I’m sorry, I never introduced myself. My name is Anna, I’m here from Kandarin. Are you new here?”

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Nesereff hated this day she had done it so many times tho, droppnig her charge off, but it had to be done. it made her proud to be trusted so well, especially by the Captain, her Tucker slipped noiselessly through the streets, its Hydrogen powerplant spitting out drops of water vapour Funny she thought when the HydroDrive was announced it was one of the most expensive projects the state had ever assisted in funding, but just this last summer it had paid itself off is spades, she glanced to the back seat, Dozing, she hissed is laughter, Hikaru had mandated during his time as had the Empress’ father that IL was to keep buying oil, that had been a prediction well thought out, as the Robberbarons of OPEC and WalSTreet had taken advantage of the poor people this summer Sekiyu DES the national oil company had made a windfall selling off some of its reserves at a fair price, and driving regular prices back down,† She saw the offramp and turned, the school was clearly visible in the distance, ,

Her car turned into the parking lot, she could do this in her sleep she thought pulling up by the door she cut the engine, her small charge roused by the sudden quiet, “Alex we are here, become bright eyed and make your tail bushy, you need to impress these people.”
Alex nodded, “Yes ma’am” such a polite lad, he waited in his seat until she appreached the door and opened it, not out of uppityness but because that is how he was taught he hopped out not much taler than Nesereff he was dressed in overalls his short blonde hair sparkled in the light,
“lets get you in side” she said.

† I had forgotten till I read some sational notes about the oil reserves we had, to as I said Drain the middle east dry, so I figured that IL sold off some to make up some money we lost due to the population being halved, erego our economy is now Healthy.

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With long, delicate fingers, Ikrisia ran a hand against the wall, feeling the sandpaper-like surface of the crudely-painted walls. “Ikrisia, of Vekaiyu. And yes, I’m new.” Her gaze returned to the small girl, eying her with her large portals. Unlike most of her kind, they were nearly black for some reason, but she rarely ever tried to cover that “anomaly”. After all, she felt they helped her see better. Plus, one could easily look intimidating with eyes devoid of a good proportion of white.

But that wasn’t her purpose. Naturally, with knowledge of how well the continent received her race, she paid particularly close attention to make certain nothing was too far out of order. The walls. The windows. The way people stared. After all, it was her first time out of the country in peace. She had become vaguely aware of her past, but only her - no one else was to know, no one else was to find out. And it was all untested anyway - what she did, how she did it, all her fighting abilities and apparent lust for blood. She did not believe it, but her mind could never betray her in such ways. Still, it was too important to be cautious, to pay attention to detail, and above all, prevent any altercation which would cause her to finally test her former self, for she had no idea what could ever cause her to fight in such a manner.

“Cozy place, hm?” small talk was not one of her strong suits, especially when speaking to someone… something she knew nothing about other than odd appearance. Naturally, the humane being must also perceive her as odd, but that was to be expected. “And this bed over here… alright. It is doable.” She then realized her entire demeanor up to this point must have been awkward. “Forgive me… I’m still rather jumpy from the plane ride over. So you have been here multiple times, I take it?”

((For those who would like to know, a bit of spoilers on Ikrisia and her past: http://www.nswiki.net/index.php?title=Project_Uveshk . There is also a small subsection on her there! ))

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“Jill! It’s good to see a friendly face. I’m afraid after all these years people still are uneasy with my… appearance.”

Noi smiled.

“Are you staying here? I seem to have been ‘appointed’ the house mother.” she said sighing.

“I must say, I have fought in countless battles, and seen nations and empires fall. Yet, I still dread the drama that comes with the academy.”

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tag for my post that I have no time to post but involves alex seeing Noi for the first time.

Neseref and Alex walked into the lobby, as they moved to the desk they could hear some voices, turning an eyestalk toward them she saw two old friends,
“Jill, , Noi?” she asked
“Is that you?”
seh turned to Alex, Come lets meet two of Miss Neis classmates,

Neseref turned and ushered Alex toward them
“I greet you ladies” she intoned “I wauld like you to meet someone, This is Alex”
she gestures to the young boy.
“Hello” he says, bowing to each, then turning his attention to Noi, “Are you a Cylon? I thought Cylons did not need to go to school.”

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“Well, I appreciate you young 'uns helping with the garden, but next time try not to lose any of my equipment next time round,” the janitor said as he used a rope to haul the wheelbarrow out of the large hole it fell into earlier. Kah’lad, Nah’diir and Li were relieved to see it was still in one piece. After some pulling on the rope, the wheelbarrow was back in safe hands.

“I’m sure I put some fencing around that hole…oh well…better get to work on replacing that fencing incase some drunken student falls into it,” the janitor remarked, bidding the trio of Dannistrians good day before walking back to the dormitories.
“OK, now time to get back to work on this flower garden,” Nah’diir said.
“And about time too! I’m going to see if there is anyone willing to help,” Kah’lad added.
“Good idea. If we can get more hands here we might be able to deal with this faster,” Nah’diir remarked before starting work on planting some seeds, “See who’s in there and ask around if they would like to help.”
Kah’lad nodded and walked back to the dorm buildings. Once inside he spotted two familiar faces, Jill and Noi engaged in conversation. He casually approached the two.
“Greetings fellow students. Sorry to bother you both but I was wondering if you both would be interested in a spot of gardening? We are needing some volunteers to help sort out the flower garden outside the dorms.”

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There was a dull thud as Lycaon slid off his seat and onto the floor of the travelling Gryphon. He slowly opened an eye, noticed Arktos, and quickly closed it again.

“I know you’re awake.” Arktos’ very presence seemed to cause some physical discomfort. Lycaon grunted in reply as he felt the metal grill flooring digging into his face.

“You have no idea how uncomfortable I am right now.” muttered Lycaon, still face down on the floor.

“Get up then. We’re nearly there.” His voice seemed to be filled with uncalled for malice, the words almost being spat at the young noble.

“I know, I can smell the food. I’m starving.”

Arktos leant over to look out of the window. “We’re over a mile away easy. And you can smell the food?” His voice was painfully condescending as he delivered a sharp kick to his Charge’s back.

“I’m awake!” Lycaon pushed himself onto all fours and yawned. “I could just have easily gone to school in Valeria.” He fell backwards into his seat, flanked by two silent aides and facing the lovable Captain Arktos who sat about a metre away. “They love Nobility there, it makes them look even more high class. And the University is-”

“We don’t trust them. Arrogant bastards.” Arktos stood up, hitting his head on the roof, which wasn’t even low. Yet he remained unfazed. A stern, almost hateful expression eternally imprinted on his face. He turned and banged on the metal door separating the cockpit from the depressingly spartan cabin of the Gryphon. “How are we doing?”

Lycaon’s attention drifted, blotting out whatever conversation was occuring and instead focusing on his right shoe which smelt slightly different to his left.

“Lycaon.” His attention snapped back to his custodian. “We’ll be in contact with you soon, okay? Be careful, vullmond.” The Captain’s usually deep and growling voice had a certain caring tone to it, almost frightened. “Now get out.” the caring tone disappeared. He heaved the sliding door back and jumped out carrying Lycaon’s bags. “You walk from here, there is a map in your luggage.”

A half asleep Lycaon nodded as he dropped from the transport and began to rummage through his luggage. Hang on… “Walk?!” He turned to face a blast of hot air as the Gryphon howled into life, rising up to hover several metres into the air. For God’s sake.

The place smelt funny. The receptionist smelt putrid and the room, two on the left behind him, smelt of chocolate. Somewhere ahead of him smelt… Wrong. But that concerned him little at the moment. He rotated on the spot to face a door. Apparently his door. He double checked the slip of paper he’d been given and reached for the door handle.

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Genesis referred to the piece of paper in her hand as she climbed the stairs; she thought it a rather boring representation of a boring mathematical system, produced by means that, if not mundane, certainly were not special, despite the way the secretary had looked at her dress and proclaimed that she’d print the paper “Just like magic!”.

(“Ha! I bet you wouldn’t recognise real magic if it bit your nose off.”)

So, this is the floor of the building of the prison… Ah, here we go.

With no small amount of aggression she kicks the door open, marches inside and-

… Blargh.

Hmph. It’ll have to do, for now.

She moodily dumps her single leather bag onto one of the beds, and begins emptying it. Some candles, some books, her comb, her hat stand, a trunk, a human skull, something in a covered cage, a dry starfish…

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Underground ruins, somewhere in Drakkengard

“For the last time, NO! I won´t use this blasted teleport circle. Those wackos just dug it and certainly don´t have the faintest idea of how to use it properly. I´ll fly back to Shiro on my AC!” screamed a tired, wounded young man with all the strength left in him
“I fear for our country future, for maybe their future leader is a coward…” says a well dressed man on his mid-fifties
“Coward! How dare you! I spent my entire so-called vacation locked here learning as much as i could about this supernatural mojo, nearly died in the process, and you call me a coward!”
“It´s magic, son. And how will you be worthy of sending your soldiers on one of these, if you don´t have the guts to go first. People only go if the is someone to follow. And if it nearly kill you, at least you can´t deny its existence anymore…” he soften the voice and “… but sorry for calling you a coward. You´re the bravest young man i ever saw, and i proud of being you father.”
“A… agh… damn…” said Heinrich, disarmed by his father compliment
“Here, let me help you” Ludwig helps with his son attire, until it hids completely his wounds and looks like a battle-ready officer once more
“Thanks, dad. But shouldn´t i go with normal clothes this time? I don´t want to repeat last semester gunman incident…”
"There is no better clothes for a soldier than its uniform, son! And besides, nothing will go wrong this time, you´ll get there like a shadow. No one will notice you.
“Good. Bye, Father, Wish me luck.”
“Good luck, son… Magic corps, activate the circle!”

Shiro Academy

Over Wachin Dormitory, a giant arcane symbol made of light flashes for a second, leaving behind a surprised young man that falls into its roof, rolls and manage to grab a window of the last floor with one hand before falling again

With blood dripping from his re-openned wounds, he screams “Dad, i hate you!!!”

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She stops unpacking (considerable piles of objects now all around the room), closes her eyes and puts a finger to her temple.

“Magic build-up”, she murmurs, “One point, hmm, seven thuams. Point eight. Point nin-”

Bang, bang, bangbangtumble thwip argh shadow creak grunt thump angry bellow.

Her situation hadn’t completely destroyed her curiosity, so she was soon at the window. She wasn’t particularly impressed by what she saw, being not some horrible creature that was so often associated with big noises, but it was nice to see somebody else was suffering, and opens the window for a better view.

20

Since Strak László left the Academy, he joined the army. He became Corporal and finally earned the respect of his father. Life was great after all, and he was especially happy, when he arrived to Shiro again. Finaly a break from everyday millitary life.

He just arrived, when he saw a familiar face hanging from a window.

“-I could almost say <here we go again>,”-he thought-“but it isn’t the same, since there isn’t any shooting going around”

He ran over there and shouted:

“-Hang on there, I’ll figure out something.”

And he immediately sensed the irony in his words.