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Well, I was going to go into the grand session and whatnot, but that turned out to be a nearly 10 paragraph post. Sooooo I cut it roughly in half, so you guys get a bit more time to interact and have fun. Also hopefully those who haven't yet posted can get something up.
Just as Tim barely managed to utter his own name a tall young man wearing a beige trench coat approached the pair. "Hello President Nanase Suzu? I'm with the Principle and we need you in the auditorium." He spoke calmly, quietly, yet authority rang in his voice. The man turned, giving her a come hither motion with his hand before walking towards the gymnasium, casually glancing back over his shoulder to ensure the President was following him.
The pair approached the entrance where Mr. Akida graciously let them pass with a salute. Her escort merely smiled as he held the gymnasium door open for Suzu. Inside she could see decorations adorning nearly every square inch, paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling, chais placed on the floor in patterns determined by color, streamers attached to any surface that would allow it, and ungodly amounts of glitter on the stage's carpet made the entire room look rather gaudy.
They continued into the building where he led her onto the stage where she could see the Principle waiting. "Ah Nanase Suzu, it's good to see you again my dear." Principle Raijin Satoru said as the two approached, his kind smile somewhat obscured by his bushy, gray mustache. Raijin was a man no one could ignore, with a booming voice and stature to match you would be hard pressed to find a more attention grabbing presence. Principle Satoru gestured towards Suzu's escort, the young man was actually taller then the Principle himself who towered over most people. "I see you've met my son, Masanori! He'll be a special teacher this year!" Masanori turned to Suzu, giving a low bow.
"Detective Satoru Masanori of the Hirameki City Police Department, at your service." At that the Principle let out a loud, hearty laugh, his mustache wiggling in time to his laugh. "Hahahahaha! Ah Masanori no need to be such a stiff!"
Masanori gave his father a disapproving look, but otherwise let the comment pass. If Raijin saw the look he gave no indication of it, instead charging along with his conversation. "So Nanase-san, I hope you have your speech prepared, I'm sure you're already chomping at the bit to address the student body."
The pair approached the entrance where Mr. Akida graciously let them pass with a salute. Her escort merely smiled as he held the gymnasium door open for Suzu. Inside she could see decorations adorning nearly every square inch, paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling, chais placed on the floor in patterns determined by color, streamers attached to any surface that would allow it, and ungodly amounts of glitter on the stage's carpet made the entire room look rather gaudy.
They continued into the building where he led her onto the stage where she could see the Principle waiting. "Ah Nanase Suzu, it's good to see you again my dear." Principle Raijin Satoru said as the two approached, his kind smile somewhat obscured by his bushy, gray mustache. Raijin was a man no one could ignore, with a booming voice and stature to match you would be hard pressed to find a more attention grabbing presence. Principle Satoru gestured towards Suzu's escort, the young man was actually taller then the Principle himself who towered over most people. "I see you've met my son, Masanori! He'll be a special teacher this year!" Masanori turned to Suzu, giving a low bow.
"Detective Satoru Masanori of the Hirameki City Police Department, at your service." At that the Principle let out a loud, hearty laugh, his mustache wiggling in time to his laugh. "Hahahahaha! Ah Masanori no need to be such a stiff!"
Masanori gave his father a disapproving look, but otherwise let the comment pass. If Raijin saw the look he gave no indication of it, instead charging along with his conversation. "So Nanase-san, I hope you have your speech prepared, I'm sure you're already chomping at the bit to address the student body."
I will post tonight when I get home from work.
Okay, quick update. I didn't expect to work Saturday but I did, yesterday was hectic because plans I had made for Friday needed to be moved to yesterday so it was hectic. Good news though, I've got my post 80% typed out but I have to go to work, so I'll have it up tonight when I get home.
Hmm, for those who haven't posted for school yet I intend to actually move things along on Saturday, so please post by then. Also, Crimson and Noel, in the current situation I wouldn't consider it bad etiquette for you guys to keep your conversation going. I know some people have a strict wait for two more before you post again, but I think that hurts the flow of conversations. So just keep it going at your leisure.
Takashi was having the nicest dream, sleeping in a serene field with no worries, no pressure, no frantic scrambling to pay the bills. No work either, just a nice, relaxing nap, yes it was a dream come true. And so he stayed like that until noises far to loud to ignore pierced his bleary mind. He sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Who's coming?" He looked around, seeing mostly people he recognized from his college. Some he had a few brief conversations with, others he only knew because he made it a point to avoid them like the plague. He looked over at the the monsters, they were eerie, like they just weren't natural, that itself was enough to make Takashi think they were dangerous. And they were now slowly closing in, Takashi's Kendo training kicked in, and his mind started making judgements on how best to disable them.
His other hand found the cool, metallic surface of the gun object that the voice had told him about. Takashi eyed the device a moment, however his attention was pulled to one of the more awake and active people screeching about how the so called guns wouldn't fire. So, with that in mind and the the monsters coming ever closer Takashi pocketed the 'gun' and charged towards the creature that was nearing the blind guy and the screeching girl, he ran right up to it, using his momentum to deliver a fierce sweep with his leg knocking the monster off it's feet. "Are you guys all right?" He asked the two, taking a defensive stance.
His other hand found the cool, metallic surface of the gun object that the voice had told him about. Takashi eyed the device a moment, however his attention was pulled to one of the more awake and active people screeching about how the so called guns wouldn't fire. So, with that in mind and the the monsters coming ever closer Takashi pocketed the 'gun' and charged towards the creature that was nearing the blind guy and the screeching girl, he ran right up to it, using his momentum to deliver a fierce sweep with his leg knocking the monster off it's feet. "Are you guys all right?" He asked the two, taking a defensive stance.
Ryu didn't really get a lot else of what she said but he could understand some of it, and so he focused on what he did understand. "Kratos, Power. Then if a Persona is......Yes I see, my innermost-self is personified power." He frowned at Priscilla's weak answer in regards to the Hour of Reflection. "Of course, no one ever knows the key pieces that are needed. I suppose I will have to figure that stuff out myself huh?" At that point though Priscilla went on and addressed the next person in line, after that she said a few more things to the group as a whole, the summary Ryu managed was that those with Personas could enter individually and those without would have to wait and get theirs. That indicated that everyone present could, and would in fact get Personas.
Ryu awoke the next morning exhausted from the previous day's events. So he trudged through some semblance of a morning routine before realizing he had absolutely nothing aside from the clothes on his back and what he kept in his book-bag. A glance at the clock told him he wouldn't have enough time to run home and get anything before classes started, so he grit his teeth and accepted his fate. Oh well, it's not like he was ever out to impress anyone anyway.
The young man took his seat in the classroom, his clothes disheveled, his hair a mess, and dark circles under his eyes indicated to anyone who even glanced at him that he had a bad night. So if his natural demeanor wasn't enough of a deterrent, the zombie look would certainly serve to keep people away from him. And so classes went on as normal, lunch came and Ryu merely stuck to his routine, with his nose in a book. It was a pretty bad habit actually, he would get so absorbed in a book that he'd miss meals, sleep, important events even. At one point his Aunt had to make sure he was eating by watching him eat just to make sure. Ryu had somewhat broken the habit, but his current book had his full attention, it's title: Psychiatry of World War 1. Although, as he took a brief respite to digest a paragraph Ryu had the most eerie sense he was forgetting something.
Ryu awoke the next morning exhausted from the previous day's events. So he trudged through some semblance of a morning routine before realizing he had absolutely nothing aside from the clothes on his back and what he kept in his book-bag. A glance at the clock told him he wouldn't have enough time to run home and get anything before classes started, so he grit his teeth and accepted his fate. Oh well, it's not like he was ever out to impress anyone anyway.
The young man took his seat in the classroom, his clothes disheveled, his hair a mess, and dark circles under his eyes indicated to anyone who even glanced at him that he had a bad night. So if his natural demeanor wasn't enough of a deterrent, the zombie look would certainly serve to keep people away from him. And so classes went on as normal, lunch came and Ryu merely stuck to his routine, with his nose in a book. It was a pretty bad habit actually, he would get so absorbed in a book that he'd miss meals, sleep, important events even. At one point his Aunt had to make sure he was eating by watching him eat just to make sure. Ryu had somewhat broken the habit, but his current book had his full attention, it's title: Psychiatry of World War 1. Although, as he took a brief respite to digest a paragraph Ryu had the most eerie sense he was forgetting something.
I'm working on a post currently, hopefully have it up in the next hour or so.
Sorry for the elay, the weekend was much busier then I expected. Also I hate Mondays, nothing gets done on Monday, nothing at all.
I have here a rough draft of the world map for you guy's viewing pleasure.
Also guys, feel free to explore the castle, chat up a steward, get breakfast, train in the ludus, which is the training yard. You guys have an entire castle, go wild.
Also guys, feel free to explore the castle, chat up a steward, get breakfast, train in the ludus, which is the training yard. You guys have an entire castle, go wild.
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