Mythology University (roleplay thread)

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ι walĸ тнe ғace oғ earтн once мore,
a мιndleѕѕ pυppeт, мy ѕтrιngѕ are тorn.
тнe creaĸy вoneѕ, тнe вad eyeѕιgнт,
yeт тнe cнance тo тυrn wrong тo rιgнт.
Warѕ-a-wagιng, old мanѕ gυιlт,
тнe worldѕ now on мore тнen jυѕт a тιlт.
Parenтѕ weepιng, cнιldren ѕlaιn,
вloody тнoυgнтѕ, ғear wιll reιgn.

OoC:

IC: Pseudonymous stared blandly at the wolf, arms crossed. Although outwardly she looked completely bored and unimpressed, she lowered her elbows a bit, letting the blades she hid in her sleeves slide into her palms smoothly. Personally, Pseudonymous was slightly annoyed by the goddess' attitude. A bit sassy, if not downright rude. "Even gods and goddesses have the souls of humans, although they may not have the same abilities." she remarked in a low voice. Why was a goddess in her class, anyway? Most of the time gods and goddesses were meant to be well-known and worshipped. Since they had power over mortals, others trying to hunt them would be futile. Inwardly, Pseudonymous knew the only reason she took a disliking to Raven was because she was a hunting goddess, and she hated all goddesses, mainly out of envy; for Pseudonymous dearly wished she had been born a goddess.

Clearing those thoughts from her mind, the masked teacher's eyes flickered to a tall, lanky boy with blue eyes, replying "It's all right." Peering closer at his face, her dark eyes widened- a sick, wide smile seemed to be fixated on his features. Under her mask, she smiled that same, face-splitting smile, black eyes glinting in the dim sunlight. Quite a lot of late students today... she thought to herself. As if proving this correct, a pretty, pink-haired girl rushed into the room, clearly breathless from running down the halls. Pseudonymous respected that. At least she tried to be on time. The girl reminded her of a little mouse, with her small frame and large, round eyes. To Pseudonymous, she was dismissed as soft; a little on the skinny side, too. "It's fine- you aren't the only one. Doesn't matter if you're late today too, since classes are mandatory."

ι looĸ ιn тнe ѕнadowѕ, a creaтυre dιd lυrĸ,
нe wнιѕpered тo мe, нιdιng a ѕмιrĸ.
"тнoυ ѕнalт вe ĸιlled ιғ тнee can'т ғιnd,
тнe deмon lυrĸιng ιn тнoυ мιnd."
ѕo oғғ ι venтυred, тo qυencн мy тнιrѕт,
oғ corpѕeѕ pιled wιтн нearтѕ-a-вυrѕт.
and on тнaт qυeѕт wнaт dιd ι ѕee?
тнe wιcĸed paтн oғ deѕтιny.

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ι walĸ тнe ғace oғ earтн once мore,
a мιndleѕѕ pυppeт, мy ѕтrιngѕ are тorn.
тнe creaĸy вoneѕ, тнe вad eyeѕιgнт,
yeт тнe cнance тo тυrn wrong тo rιgнт.
Warѕ-a-wagιng, old мanѕ gυιlт,
тнe worldѕ now on мore тнen jυѕт a тιlт.
Parenтѕ weepιng, cнιldren ѕlaιn,
вloody тнoυgнтѕ, ғear wιll reιgn.

OoC: You too

IC: "Cheh. Right. Not mandatory; they're optional. Thank you for the correction." Pseudonymous responded, chiding herself. Look back down at Raven, she replied "A wolf that has human emotions...? Odd." Not every living thing has human emotions. she wanted to say, but refrained herself, pursing her thin lips. Her gloved hands did a little dance, tapping against her thigh with boredom and with what seemed like nervous energy.

"Mhmm, you could've brought a cat if you wanted to. Dunno though, someone here might be allergic." she commented. "That goes the same for the wolf." Pseudonymous said to Raven, her fingers pausing in their nervous dance as she walked back to the desk, slipping her knife back into her hand and cutting some papers. "Come up to the desk if you want to see what your semester will look like- the schedules of exams and such. It will be on the blue sheet."
ι looĸ ιn тнe ѕнadowѕ, a creaтυre dιd lυrĸ,
нe wнιѕpered тo мe, нιdιng a ѕмιrĸ.
"тнoυ ѕнalт вe ĸιlled ιғ тнee can'т ғιnd,
тнe deмon lυrĸιng ιn тнoυ мιnd."
ѕo oғғ ι venтυred, тo qυencн мy тнιrѕт,
oғ corpѕeѕ pιled wιтн нearтѕ-a-вυrѕт.
and on тнaт qυeѕт wнaт dιd ι ѕee?
тнe wιcĸed paтн oғ deѕтιny.

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ι walĸ тнe ғace oғ earтн once мore,
a мιndleѕѕ pυppeт, мy ѕтrιngѕ are тorn.
тнe creaĸy вoneѕ, тнe вad eyeѕιgнт,
yeт тнe cнance тo тυrn wrong тo rιgнт.
Warѕ-a-wagιng, old мanѕ gυιlт,
тнe worldѕ now on мore тнen jυѕт a тιlт.
Parenтѕ weepιng, cнιldren ѕlaιn,
вloody тнoυgнтѕ, ғear wιll reιgn.

OoC: Does Ember Heep teach magic? Sorry if I got that wrong, I'll change it if I'm incorrect. I just kinda assumed she taught magic.

IC: Pseudonymous, listening to Kenta and Raven's conversation, rolled her eyes in unison with the white-haired boy, clearly feeling the same as he did about the goddess. Gods and goddesses did have a habit of being almost too proud, Pseudonymous noted, tapping her foot on the floor quietly. She finished cutting the last of the papers with her knife, before seeing Kenta walk toward the desk, likely wanting to receive one of the semester papers. Speaking of which, Pseudonymous really hadn't had the chance to take a look at the paper, either. She glanced quickly at it before students approached the desk, and saw this:

Hello students! This is your Principal ____, and I would like to welcome to a fresh, new school year at Mythology University and High School. I am looking forward to seeing each one of you this school year and getting to know all of you better. The teachers, staff, and I will make your experience here at the University and High School the best one yet! Here is your schedule (whether you are a first-year or a third-year, all students have the same classes. We believe that students should not be separated by age, and should all be able to learn at a faster pace using our curriculum.):

First Class: Physical Education, taught by Ms. Ty Lee Clarel
Second Class: Potions and Poisons, taught by _____
Third Class: History, taught by _____
Fourth Class: Offensive and Elemental Magic, taught by Ms. Ember Heep
Fifth Class: Defensive Magic and Disguises, taught by Pseudonymous
Sixth Class: Science and Research, taught by _____

She raised her eyebrows slightly. Her class was fifth- that was good. Pseudonymous liked having later classes, so she could sleep in. Placing her thin, jagged blade on the desk, she passed out a sheet to Kenta, reaching out over her desk to hand it to him. She gave Ethan one as well as he walked toward the desk wordlessly.

ι looĸ ιn тнe ѕнadowѕ, a creaтυre dιd lυrĸ,
нe wнιѕpered тo мe, нιdιng a ѕмιrĸ.
"тнoυ ѕнalт вe ĸιlled ιғ тнee can'т ғιnd,
тнe deмon lυrĸιng ιn тнoυ мιnd."
ѕo oғғ ι venтυred, тo qυencн мy тнιrѕт,
oғ corpѕeѕ pιled wιтн нearтѕ-a-вυrѕт.
and on тнaт qυeѕт wнaт dιd ι ѕee?
тнe wιcĸed paтн oғ deѕтιny.

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ι walĸ тнe ғace oғ earтн once мore,
a мιndleѕѕ pυppeт, мy ѕтrιngѕ are тorn.
тнe creaĸy вoneѕ, тнe вad eyeѕιgнт,
yeт тнe cнance тo тυrn wrong тo rιgнт.
Warѕ-a-wagιng, old мanѕ gυιlт,
тнe worldѕ now on мore тнen jυѕт a тιlт.
Parenтѕ weepιng, cнιldren ѕlaιn,
вloody тнoυgнтѕ, ғear wιll reιgn.

OoC:

IC: Pseudonymous nodded to Kenta, as if saying 'you're welcome, then her chin shot up to look at the pale-haired student, slightly shocked at his question. No one had ever asked her that before, not even any of the summer camp students. She replied, "What kind of disguises teacher would I be if I couldn't even conceal by own identity?" Pseudonymous paused, thinking about what she would say next, before adding "Your final exam for this semester will be to find out who I am."

Grinning under her mask, she was glad the student had asked. He was curious, and that was a good thing. And she was surprised that Kenta had the nerve to ask. Figuring he was done asking his questions, Pseudonymous sat back, resting her elbows on the desk in boredom as her legs swung like an impatient schoolgirl's.

ι looĸ ιn тнe ѕнadowѕ, a creaтυre dιd lυrĸ,
нe wнιѕpered тo мe, нιdιng a ѕмιrĸ.
"тнoυ ѕнalт вe ĸιlled ιғ тнee can'т ғιnd,
тнe deмon lυrĸιng ιn тнoυ мιnd."
ѕo oғғ ι venтυred, тo qυencн мy тнιrѕт,
oғ corpѕeѕ pιled wιтн нearтѕ-a-вυrѕт.
and on тнaт qυeѕт wнaт dιd ι ѕee?
тнe wιcĸed paтн oғ deѕтιny.

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