CLASSES BEGIN

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CLASSES BEGIN

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Despite… other disturbances, the flow of time is inexorable. And so too, is the beginning of classes. The bells of Daybreak Academy peal joyfully as students are roused from their beds far earlier than they would prefer to attend their new classes. The Professors, of course, are also back in it, their classrooms (presumably) neatly dusted and arranged for the fresh new faces of this year’s crop, eager and ready to learn. Presumably.

A. OPENING BANQUET

As is the custom of Daybreak, a grand sumptuous banquet has been prepared for the night following the first day of classes. With entire pigs spit-roasted over open flame, chicken and beef of all sorts, juices, wines and beers from all over Europe, and of course the best breads and chocolates as befits a French school, the banquet is truly one for the record books. Of course, they say that every year.

B. SYLLABUS HANDOUTS

Most teachers at this point are handing out the syllabi for their next class, although a few more aggressive ones may have already launched fully into teaching. If you have questions about this quarter’s curriculum, now’s the time to voice it.

C. MEET AND GREET

With the new school year comes new opportunities to forge lifelong friendships. And what better way to do that than by partaking in cheesy icebreakers courtesy of your RAs? While hardly mandatory, RAs are highly encouraged to turn out their entire floor by being as annoyingly peppy and persistent as possible. At a school like this, it’s important to make new friends!

D. SOMETHING BLEW UP AGAIN

Daybreak Academy is a bit of an unusual school by any conventional standards. Daemons, fairies and youkai studying alongside humans that can call upon arcane power and bring forth divine light are hardly your usual fare. And this, of course, means that it’s usually a matter of hours before something blows up somewhere on campus. For new students, this might be a startling, shocking experience. For seasoned students, well, it’s just that time again.

E. WILDCARD
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Comments

[bolderfell]

[Damn, that one's not stupid. As their eyes lock, Therion pauses--it's not like he needs a pencil, he's just restless and unhappy--but he doesn't ultimately drop the attempt. Quietly, he says:]

There's something I've always wanted to do. It's important.

[prisoneroffate]

It's a pencil, not a magic artifact.

[ Ren's voice is completely deadpan and his expression has not changed in the slightest ]

[bolderfell]

[Equally as flat:]

Can I borrow your pencil.

[prisoneroffate]

Sure.

[ He's not getting this back is he? ]

[bolderfell]

[Please. Acting like he's so unreasonable. Firmly ignoring Ren, Therion settles back into his own desk. There, with studious gravitas, he uses Ren's pencil to quietly carve a cartoon dick into the surface of the desk.

Ren can have it back now, tossed furtively underhand while no one else is looking.]

Thanks.

[prisoneroffate]

[ OK that was actually pretty funny. Ren catches the pencil with a deft hand ]

I have sharper things than a pencil you know.

[ He keeps his tone low, just above a whisper to avoid the sound carrying ]

[bolderfell]

Oh yeah? Should I shoot for those next time?

[Therion's equally quiet, chin resting in his hand in such a way his fingers keep his mouth hidden. He gets it. It wouldn't do to get caught talking in class, right?]

[prisoneroffate]

You're welcome to try.

[ Ever so slight emphasis on the word "try". It's on, Therion ]

[bolderfell]

[Oho. That's enough to pull Therion's eyes away from the front. After an appraising moment, he asks:]

What's your name?

[prisoneroffate]

[ Ren will return the look directly with his own appraisal ]

Ren Amamiya. And you?

[bolderfell]

Therion. You're a nice guy, Ren, offering all your things to a stranger.

[Oooooh, it is on.]

[prisoneroffate]

And you're a trusting guy, expecting those things are completely safe to use by anyone who isn't their owner.

[ Is he joking here? Being honest? It's impossible to tell! ]

[bolderfell]

Ah, right. Magic stuff. Still have to get used to that. Thanks for the reminder.

[And since it's just syllabus day, looks like the instructor's turning them loose--to go or to chat. For once, Therion lingers.]

You been at this place long?

[prisoneroffate]

Almost a year. It's a lot to take in.

[bolderfell]

Wow. I'll bet. Especially for those of us who didn't exactly grow up burping fireballs...

[You one of them, Ren?]

[prisoneroffate]

Apparently even those that do still have some trouble. There's a lot of different kinds of people here.

[bolderfell]

I noticed.

Never hurt for entertainment around here, huh?

[prisoneroffate]

Just remember one man's entertainment is another man's third-degree burns.

[bolderfell]

Oh, I know. Been on the hotter side of that equation myself, once or twice. Metaphorically. Usually.

[prisoneroffate]

Well, you're sure to experience all that quite a bit more literally here.

[ Ren's cheeky grin implies he's been there once or twice. At least. ]

[bolderfell]

Gotcha. So can I count on you to have fireproofing stuff in your belongings?