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Royal Rumble!

Liselotte and the City-Wide Invitation to the Masquerade Ball

All across the campus of Laurels, innocent students were walking, chatting, studying. All of them completely unaware of the storm that was coming. The days of planning. The sweat upon the brows of the workers. The absolutely exorbitant amount of money that exchanged hands, both to pay for services, and further under the table as a bribe to deal with a spoiled child's whims.

That was, until the PA system rang out with a burst of haughty laughter. "Ohohoho! Students of St. Laurels, listen well! The illustrious House Valois-Saint-Remy is holding a charity event for the brave souls that helped keep Rhea safe during the recent crisis that unfolded! Enjoy the hospitality of true royalty for once in your lives! See your invitations for more details! Ohoho-" The PA thankfully cut off the next bout of laughter.

Throughout the campus of Laurels, snow began to fall to the ground. Or... Rather, like snow, hundreds of pamphlets filtered down from the sky, dispersed by a passing helicopter.

Of course, this was only the beginning. Lise knew that the other schools also were to be invited; and in order to plaster the great name of Valois-Saint-Remy all over Rhea, she had also taken out tracts of advertisement across TV, radio, on billboards, newspapers, buses... Everything.

Of course, the ball was also to benefit the town's emergency response teams, but Lise directed her focus mainly on the part for the schools. She suspected that some other representative of Valois-Saint-Remy was handling the adults' side of the ball, which she didn't mind. Adults already understood her position, but for some reason those of her own age seemed to be unaware. That would change after this, of course.

As Lise confidently walked from the main office, her phone began to ring. Pulling it from her bag, she had trouble with the screen for a moment, before finally answering. On the other end was one of the organizers for the event - Lise remembered his voice, though she couldn't be bothered to remember his name. She had more or less worked out the majority of the ball, but she still was receiving calls now and then about inane aspects of her choices. "Ms. Val- I mean, Lady Valois-Saint-Remy, I understand you have an orchestra scheduled for this high schooler's ball?"

Lise nodded, despite the coordinator not being in person to see her do so. "Yes, and I know for certain there is enough space in the floor plan to have them. So what is the issue?"

"Well, wouldn't something more modern make sense for a high school ball? The venue has an excellent system for a DJ-"

Lise cut the man off. "This ball is not some filthy dance party for peasants! I will hear nothing more on this matter. Goodbye." Lise would have hung up, but she struggled to do so with her new phone.

The man continued, unaware of Lise's struggle to handle a phone. "All right. We're going to leave the equipment there just in case you change your mind. Again, thanks for working wi-"

She eventually managed to turn the call off. Of course, now her phone's screen was far too dark to see. Lise wondered for a moment why her parents wanted her to have one of these 'phones' so badly. They never seemed to work for her.

Lise picked up one of her fliers that had now settled in the Laurels courtyard, looking at it to admire her work.

Lady Liselotte Castellan de Valois-Saint-Remy invites you to a masquerade ball, provided to you by the generous donations of House Valois-Saint-Remy. Benefit those brave men and women who helped Rhea in its time of need. Students of St. Laurels, Mephisto's School, Rhea Tech, and members of the group 'The Vigilantes' are all invited.

A spacious venue ballroom will be the focus of the event, with the outdoors park reserved for ball guests only. Carriage rides through the spacious park will be available.

Entry will not be allowed without a costume befitting a masquerade ball. No exceptions.

Fliers like these were being dusted over all of the invited schools. 'Now... They will all have to recognize how great I am!' Lise swelled with pride as she walked back to her dorm room, all the while ignoring the chatter amongst students who were reading the fliers.

"A masquerade? That just means a costume party, right?" "It is the time of year for a costume party, so that would make sense." "How did she get that place AND the park area reserved at the same time?!" "Are you going to go?"

The Tower - Dystopian Super power RP

So what are people thinking power wise. As I finish up the OOC I'm curious what direction people are going in.

@Sep

Though I have a lot of potential ideas I feel like someone who can turn invisible would fit best and it's a favourite power of mine anyway, so..

The Tower - Dystopian Super power RP

I'm interested!

Royal Rumble!

Lise

Sunlight filtered into Lise's room from a half-opened curtain, illuminating the mess of soft and undoubtedly expensive sheets in the middle. Within the tangle of bedsheets, Lise listlessly watched the immense TV screen that nearly covered an entire wall of her dorm.

Between the newly bought TV and Lise's excessively large bed, the room was beginning to feel small. Lise had talked to the resident assistant about remodeling the nearby dorms by evicting the tenants and expanding her room into them, but the idea was only given a lukewarm "I will think about it." Lise assumed that she would have to wait for the permits for construction and remodeling to clear.

"I have already seen this episode..." Lise muttered, disinterestedly watching the rerun of Magical Girl Descartes. She was at first overjoyed to watch things on her television, but she soon found herself wondering if anything new was ever displayed on it. "If only I could pick the show I wanted to watch whenever I wanted..." She sighed. "But that is just impossible, isn't it?"

Her thoughts were interrupted by some kind of commotion outside. She wasn't sure what the sound was - some kind of locomotive? Lise wasn't aware of any trains near her. It was too loud to be an automobile, but it sounded close. In fact, the sound was getting closer. Lise's window rattled, the sound reaching a roar, and the light that shone on her bed was obscured entirely.

"What is it now?! There's no peace and quiet in this city, is there?!" She walked up to the window, and gasped as a black helicopter roared just outside of her dorm. Its door was open, and though she could not see who was inside, she knew it must have been a messenger from her family. Quickly, her shadow servants opened the windows, and amidst the gusts of wind an arrow sped straight into her room. Without a sign of acknowledgement, the helicopter rose and sped off, as quickly as it had came. Lise could hear excited and confused speech from her surroundings, so she quickly had the windows shut and the blinds drawn.

Lise looked at the arrow embedded in the floor. It was a familiar sight for someone as high within the Valois-Saint-Remy royalty as Lise, at least - The arrow was constructed of shadow, much like Lise's servants. Wrapped around it was a letter, and as her servants retrieved the letter, the arrow seemed to melt away into nothingness, as if it joined with the shadows and ceased to be.

Lise quickly opened the letter, reading the elegantly handwritten lines:

Dear Liselotte,

With the disaster that recently occurred within Rhea, the House Valois-Saint-Remy has decided to do a charity ball to help the victims. As you, Liselotte, are the highest of Valois-Saint-Remy nobility within Rhea, you are to finance and organize this event. Use this event to promote goodwill amongst the city of Rhea and House Valois-Saint-Remy, and invite those of the schools affected by this event as well.

We know how this may be a difficult endeavor for one so... Precious as you, so We have already informed many vendors and the venue to use. You will have to decide some parts of it, however.

This letter was delivered in such a way because you do not seem to have an e-mail account nor understand how to use your phone. Please look into either. We are having a new phone shipped to you in case you have lost another one.

Lise gasped with excitement. She was finally going to throw her own ball, a dream she had since her childhood. Though in the back of her head, she wondered if the commoners of the nearby schools would even truly appreciate one. "I will show them the grandeur! It will make all others pale in comparison!" Lise nodded her head confidently. This would show everyone her family's importance in the world.

"Servants, fetch me my finest dress." Lise said, a smile growing on her face.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

As Duoya said, I've been readjusting my schedule for the new semester so I've been dead, but hopefully I'll try and get caught up and get Fuko to cause trouble do something later today!

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

These jelly donuts from the Japanese cafeteria sure are delicious!

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@RoflsMazoyMaybe I'm being a little too nitpicky but the name "Voltron" isn't going to mean much of anything to most Japanese people. ^^; Go-Lion maybe, but even then it's a lot more obscure in Japan than it is in the west. A better idea would probably be something like Getter Robo or Combattler V or GaoGaiGar or something.

@Rin

Clearly we're getting a CR-tier "localisation" within the post.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Does Shiroyama have a uniform or some kind of dress code? I didn't really think about that possibility until now.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Sabi Fuko

Fuko stopped at the top of the school's stairs. Someone was already on the roof for their lunch, which took her favourite spot. She didn't really want to share the roof either, despite its size.

'Maybe I'll just go to the cafeteria and watch people trip and ruin their clothes again.' Fuko thought as she carefully descended the steps. An onlooker would note the similarity in her stair technique with an elderly woman - however, it was due to the likeliness of a nasty fall that Fuko descended the stairs so deliberately.

After an eternity of descent, Fuko strolled down the hall towards the cafeteria. She recognized the room that her club, the Fortune Telling Club, met in as she walked past. The door was covered in talismans sealing wickedness, bad luck, and other similar things. There actually were several layers placed over each other. The oldest ones at the first layers simply sealed bad luck, then over them were talismans sealing curses, and evil spirits, and eventually, the newest ones at the top layer simply said "Sabi Fuko."

Fuko had enjoyed watching the Fortune Telling Club suddenly have nothing but bad omens for any students coming in, and their methods to combat the sudden awful luck. The members of course only cared because the bad fortunes scared off many of their normal visitors. It didn't take them too long to realize who the cause was. Fuko was expelled, of course, and wasn't allowed back in the clubroom. Not that she cared too much. She would just need to find a new club to stay in for a week or so before she was kicked from that and had to repeat the process.

Although the possibility of finding some other place to eat alone was somewhat desirable, Fuko eventually decided to go to the cafeteria. Standing in the doorway, she surveyed a good place to sit. Her eyes settled on the 'popular girl' table, which held mostly Fashion Club types, but quickly moved on. While she would have loved to sit there, give out a few hugs, and let them have something horrible happen to them, there was not really any way she'd manage to sit there without being squeezed out in some way. She would have to stick to one of the emptier sides of the cafeteria.

Fuko set her bentou box down on the table. She had heard whisperings from people she recognized, and was given somewhat of a wide berth by some while others were completely oblivious. Some where simply fascinated in her bentou box, which looked more like a heavy-duty construction container, with large, heavy, locking latches. This was due to necessity, as a normal box would inevitably open in her bag, break when dropped, or otherwise somehow mess everything up for her.

Despite its ruggedness and the dividers inside of the box, Fuko's lunch was still all jumbled together. She was used to it, however, and paid little mind as she ate it wordlessly. She disinterestedly scanned the lunchroom, taking note of some commotion or fight about to start at the other end of the cafeteria, and daydreaming of a way to get close enough to the Fashion Club group to really let the bad luck rub off on them.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

I don't really have a good idea for what club for Fuko to actually be a part of. I picked the fortune telling club as a joke, because she'd screw up fortune telling by simply existing.

If anyone has ideas, I'm willing to listen. Though perhaps one of her first arcs IC would be finding a club that doesn't want her booted out within a week.