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Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Nature Girl

The admissions officer had finally finished his work for the day and was all set to head for home when another student came in. He rubbed his eyes, but no, there was still a bloody hippopotamus in the room.

"I'm here to register for Fae Creek," the hippo said with a soft, feminine drawl.

"Well, this is new. Name, please?"

"Sarah Malone."

"Age?"

"Fifteen."

"Alright, for species I'm just going to put 'hippo'."

"Actually, it's a little more complicated than that, but you can put human." Sarah responded.

"Explain, please."

"You see, part of my magic is shapechanging. I can become any nonmagical animal. Thing is, I kind of have difficulty controlling it, so on occasion, I have days like this."

Human and hippo and dog and bluejay and... "Got it. Any hobbies?"

"I'm big into athletics. Hiking, swimming, anything outdoors."

"Magical quirks?"

'I have the power of beastspeech. I can talk to animals and understand them. Apparently, no matter what shape I'm in, I can't seem to lose a walrus accent. Ah, got it. Finally." Sarah shifted on her feet a bit, than transformed into a tall, somewhat awkward teenager with red hair. "This is my... default form, I guess you can say."

"Understood. Why do you want to come to Fae Creek?"

"I'm interested in a career in magizoology, and also to control my powers better. Transforming into a beaver at random moments is an annoyance."

The admissions officer nodded. "We'll be in touch, Sarah."

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes

The admissions officer groaned as he tried to cut through the mountain of paperwork. Sure, the forms were bad, but this school attracted the absolute dregs of magical society. Even though this year's students seemed to be the cream of the crap. So you can imagine his surprise when a most unusual girl walked in.

She was about 5 foot nothing, maybe a touch shorter. Blonde, with deep green eyes you could get lost in for weeks. But the truly startling thing was the glow about her. As in a literal glow, so bright he almost had to shield his eyes.

"Name, please."

"Saint Gertrude of Wilmette," the blonde replied.

The admissions officer took a few seconds to digest the name, then went bone-white and silent. When he finally recovered, he asked, "That's not just a name? You're an actual saint?!"

"Yep. 100% certified, even got a few miracles to my name."

He scribbled down a few notes. "Okay. Ooookay. I'm going to have to run you through the basics, your Holiness. Age?"

"Fifteen."

"Gender?"

"Female, obviously."

"Species?"

"Human."

The officer quickly wrote, human with celestial something-or-other going on. "Any notable physical abilities or skills?"

"Not really."

"What sort of magic do you practice?"

"Holy magic," came the curt reply. "Blessings, healings, exorcisms, evil-smiting, yada yada yada."

"Any hobbies?"

"Just reading. I like to keep to myself."

"Alright, last question. Why come to Fae Creek?"

"I know that this school attracts its fair share of lost souls. I want to see if I can help them find themselves."

And that gave the admissions officer a truly demented idea. "I've got a student here that would be the perfect roommate for you, if you're okay with being with a guy."

"Not a problem in the slightest," Gertrude responded.

"Alright, then you'll be with AJ," he said. As Gertrude left, he grinned like the cat that had eaten the proverbial canary. He hadn't had any real fun in a while, but this? This was gonna be good...

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes

The admissions officer groaned as he tried to cut through the mountain of paperwork. Sure, the forms were bad, but this school attracted the absolute dregs of magical society. Even though this year's students seemed to be the cream of the crap. So you can imagine his surprise when a most unusual girl walked in.

She was about 5 foot nothing, maybe a touch shorter. Blonde, with deep green eyes you could get lost in for weeks. But the truly startling thing was the glow about her. As in a literal glow, so bright he almost had to shield his eyes.

"Name, please."

"Saint Gertrude of Wilmette," the blonde replied.

The admissions officer took a few seconds to digest the name, then went bone-white and silent. When he finally recovered, he asked, "That's not just a name? You're an actual saint?!"

"Yep. 100% certified, even got a few miracles to my name."

He scribbled down a few notes. "Okay. Ooookay. I'm going to have to run you through the basics, your Holiness. Age?"

"Fifteen."

"Gender?"

"Female, obviously."

"Species?"

"Human."

The officer quickly wrote, human with celestial something-or-other going on. "Any notable physical abilities or skills?"

"Not really."

"What sort of magic do you practice?"

"Holy magic," came the curt reply. "Blessings, healings, exorcisms, evil-smiting, yada yada yada."

"Any hobbies?"

"Just reading. I like to keep to myself."

"Alright, last question. Why come to Fae Creek?"

"I know that this school attracts its fair share of lost souls. I want to see if I can help them find themselves."

And that gave the admissions officer a truly demented idea. "I've got a student here that would be the perfect roommate for you, if you're okay with being with a guy."

"Not a problem in the slightest," Gertrude responded.

"Alright, then you'll be with AJ," he said. As Gertrude left, he grinned like the cat that had eaten the proverbial canary. He hadn't had any real fun in a while, but this? This was gonna be good...

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

If we've got coed dorms, I've got a character from a novel I'm brainstorming that would be perfect for Augustus' roomie... in an oil-and-water sort of way.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy

Let's see where this goes.

|- Book Club -|

Hmmm... should I go with necromancy or pyromancy as my main spell?

|- Book Club -|

I'll bite.

Anyone want to join me?

Posted 3 new plots!

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Rachel Bromberg

Dusk

Location: Alexei's

Interacting with: Rose @Tae, Kade @Kkushmar (Alluded to) Viktor @Katthaj

"A glass of red, if you please, Rose. You can pick, wine was never one of my strong suits." Rachel made it a point to never even sip at the restaurant- drunken clumsiness was an easy way for a chef to make a mistake, and with no functional liver, she got drunk very quickly. Still, here, around people she mostly knew and trusted, she felt she could let her self-control lapse a little bit.

As Rachel waited for Rose to get her her drink, she heard someone getting chastised about, well, she wasn't quite sure, but it sounded violent. Good, good. We need to keep all this shit to a minimum. "Listen. I don't know if it is my place to say this, but Ember Grove- we don't like trouble. And if you're going to start something, beware; there's more than a few people capable of finishing it for you." Her warning delivered, Rachel turned her attention back to the bar.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Rachel Bromberg

Time: Dusk

Location: La Perra Roja -> Alexei's

Interacting with: Rose @Tae

With a sigh of relief, Rachel hung up her apron. Somehow, they'd managed to keep their heads above water during an unusually busy lunch rush, and were even ahead of schedule in quite a few ways. With the restaurant in good shape, the sorceress headed out to her car and made her way to Alexei's.

The bar wasn't exactly raucous, but it sure wasn't silent, either. Heading up to the bar, Rachel ordered a craft brew. One of the things about her particular... condition was that she couldn't actually get drunk, but she loved the taste. It seemed Rose was behind the bar, which was a good thing. Rachel was on good terms with most of the other witches in town, or at least, she tried her damnedest to be. "Hey, Rose. How are things going for you these days?"