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Post by Admin on Apr 28, 2015 1:11:35 GMT
Psyche Community College was not the most prestigious university. At least, until recently. Not very mini things can make a university go from nothigness to national prominence overnight. Being selected as one of the first universities to have non-humans, Demons, and Gods as both teachers and students, in addition to offering public courses in psychic techniques, and even Magic, is one of those things. Large amounts of funding from Psyche, Avalon, and various governments, also helps. Many students with supernatural powers have been granted free rides, while others have incredible resources to use. At least one student has offered to pay entirely in Spanish Doubloons. Whatever the source, people are now flocking to the school in droves. While the courses have not yet begun, it is considered even more important that the students have a chance to get used to everything, and can be prepared to, deal with the unique nature of a supernatural college life. As such, students have been divided into separate clubs, so as to introduce them to everything they need. The club for the players...is the Meta Club. You are all members, and the time of the first meeting...is now.
The area currently used is a large warehouse off campus, which was once part of a campus-funded club. The owner decided to sell it when offered a generous, generous payment from Psyche, and it is now used for school club meetings. At present, the area is quite barebones. It consists mostly of sufficient AC and Central Heating, so that the room is not too warm or too hot. There are chairs, couches, and refreshments set out for everyone, and an old TV with a few out-of-date video game systems. There is also a stage and a mic from the previous occupation, in case someone wants to try karaoke.
The organizer of this club, most commonly found sitting at her desk, is a Professor Greta Van Hout. The ancient history teacher, with a specialty in the Holy Roman Empire and surrounding territories, it is only recently that her true source has been revealed. As an immortal Dryad, she lived through the Holy Roman Empire, and past it. Fluent in German, Middle English, and Latin, she is recognizable by her stern air, and her ability to appear any age from thirty to fifty. As the head of this club, it is to her that many will turn. Now, she stands over the gathered students, looking it over. "Well, it appears we have a unique bunch. Welcome to the Meta club. Are there any questions?"
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Post by Chikashi on Apr 28, 2015 1:45:50 GMT
Robin, standing somewhere by the back of the student crowd as she nearly missed them in this vast place, is taking a good look around the clubroom, carrying her bag over her shoulder. She travelled a fair bit to reach the college and was worn out somewhat. She kept a comment about everyone being special to herself as she raised her arm shortly "May I ask you when our classes will begin ?" She asks rather quiet, her voice going down in the crowd, before she clears her throat and repeats herself louder.
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Post by calypsonymph on Apr 28, 2015 2:48:15 GMT
Mara Free arrived a bit -- late, to the club. That's not to say that she was late, just that she wasn't as early as some of the other people were, no doubt excited to meet their peers. She, herself, didn't know anything about the supernatural until about two months ago. Sure, she heard the news -- everybody did -- but it's hard to go from 'magic is a hoax' to 'magic is real'. She accepted, vaguely, with some doubts, that, sure, maybe there was some magic up and about now. Though all of those know-it-all New Agers really made it hard for her to even get THAT far. No, what got her really interested in the super natural happened about two months ago, when her recently (forcibly) deceased soul was shoved into a robot as part of an experiment. A female robot. Because of course it was.
That leads directly into why she arrived late, actually -- she doesn't feel like she belongs in this club. The college, certainly -- all of those creepy offers to, basically, rip her apart to figure out what made her tick from everybody from individuals to countries means that she kinda belongs where the weido's are -- but she's not... magical. Not really. She's not a, a dryad, a god, a demon, a succubus, a gargoyle, a magician, or anything like that. She's just a boy. ...Girl. A robot girl, but still, nothing 'magical' about her, though she does consider herself lucky that she isn't in some kind of military lab being, essentially, dissected...
She's wearing a pair of long pants with some shoes, a long shirt, and a nice big hat which she's using to cover her face. She doesn't want anybody to notice the fact that she's a robot and point it out, call her out on it, or otherwise make this even more embarrassing than it needs to be. ...Though she did manage to accidentally warp a doorknob or two a bit on her way in... that was embarrassing. She, too, raising a hand, and calls out, "Ah... yes, what are the criteria for being a member of this club...?" She winces a bit even as she says it, currently trying to 'hide' a bit in the crowd. "I know that things are still a bit frantic... I saw like five buildings under construction on the school grounds alone... but there are several clubs out there, and..." She trails off, blushing a bit. ...She rather doubts that The Community or the governments would just match people up willy nilly, there's too much money invested in this to let that happen...
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Post by Admin on Apr 28, 2015 3:38:10 GMT
Greta gets up, showcasing her tasteful attire, fit for a teacher or administrator. It's the kind that's straight out of fiction, and it's easy to tell her stuff is quite expensive, though not Hollywood level. It's clear she's on more then a teacher's salary. "Yes. Well...quite simply, this is not a 'club' in the traditional sense. Rather, it is an assigned group, to allow students to have a chance to socialize, and understand the current changes going on. For those who are non-human, those who are, those who are magical, and those who are mundane. If you are familiar with certain...details going on..."
She points to her lips, and wiggles her green fingers. "I myself am squarely 'not human'. I am a Dryad, and have been around a long time. Classes will begin in a week's time, to give you time to settle in."
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Post by Tzauri on Apr 28, 2015 5:59:58 GMT
'Changes' was the word that could best describe Nikki's life right now. College, name, species, sex, everything had pretty much turned upside down. And boys hitting on her; that was an annoying new thing she'd never thought she'd have to experience. Being new to the supernatural community, she'd actually stayed reserved for a moment, seeing if there was any cultural practice she'd miss. She'd heard of it a bit after the big reveal, but as far as she'd been concerned, she was just going to get her degree in ROTC and join the army, like her old man. Things were a bit different now. So far, aside from the teacher, she saw two other people.
She had a goal, and one of those was to establish herself as tomboy supreme.
She'd had half a suspicion from her green lips and eyes, but Greta pretty much confirmed it. Apparently, she wasn't the only dryad here; it would help if the 'new dryad' got some answers. From what little she'd heard, some had thought them to be extinct. Well... if she was going to get some advice. Nikki slowly raised her hand, before lowering it. She decided she didn't want to risk looking weak by asking for life advice in front of everyone; she wouldn't get another chance to make a first impression on the others here "I'll... just talk to you about it after class, if you don't mind." she replied, blushing just a little. She might not reveal the genderbending aspect of her transformation, but she could at least get advice useful for a '1-Week Dryad'.
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Post by Admin on Apr 28, 2015 15:32:37 GMT
Greta turns to Nikki, her eyes cold, as she looks over Nikki. "Ah...I see. You're getting used to a unique situation of your own, I take it? Yes, you look quite a bit younger then a traditional dryad. But you still have that beauty that is our 'curse'. Now, this class is designed to help everyone learn more about supernatural beings, in addition to answering questions. Furthermore, this may help me explain more about what it's like to be a Dryad, as your experience is rather more recent then mine. Though my memory is precise...it only comes from one perspective. For instance, while I am very familiar with the Middle Ages, I was not exactly a member of the court. I can attest first-hand to some of the abuses of the Church, however...And some irony with the Witch Trials..."
She looks upwards, reminiscing. They...are not exactly good memories.
(Tzauri! Congratulations! You have a Fate Point opportunity come up. Either bring up your Genderbent issues, or go Tsundere, and I'll give you a Fate Point.)
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Post by jadenfayle on Apr 29, 2015 17:51:05 GMT
Xue Fang enters the warehouse with a bit of a nod. She quietly sizes things up. The New Era collegiate is wearing a white button up. Only its undone, hanging open. Beneath it she has a black cheongsam shirt with wooden toggles. All in all, she doesn't seem to disappointed with anything she's seen. The sword she has is strapped on her back, lengthwise across her hips. She's wearing some relaxed looking sweats, and looks more like she's going to make a stop by the gym than head on to class at the moment. Doesn't help that she's wearing a red gym bag on her back. Asian by ethnicity, her hair is currently pulled back up into a ponytail; with no particular care about how it falls otherwise it seems. The object of her current interest seems to be the ah... vintage.. game systems. Once she recognizes them she starts heading that way, taking a look at the selection.
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Post by Tzauri on Apr 29, 2015 21:10:09 GMT
People were probably paying attention to her, and that last phrase was probably worded in a way that made her look weak "I-I'll s-survive either way, of course! I-it'll just take some getting used to!" she blurted out, blushing, unrehearsed, in an attempt to save face. She noticed the entry of the cyberninja, but she was too wrapped up in her personal reputation to care.
[Going Tsundere]
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Post by Admin on Apr 29, 2015 22:11:02 GMT
Greta frowns at Nikki, resisting the urge to giggle. "I...see." The sheer embarassment of the Dryad was palatable. "Ah...Xue, is it? Tell me. How are your cybernetics working? I recall it mentioned on your sheet that are one of the students who requires a bit of upkeep...Xue. Club is over here, not at the game systems. Games after introductions."
(Take one Fate Point, and take the Temporary Aspect: Acted Suspiciously. This is a Boost, so it disappears once it's used.)
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Post by Chikashi on Apr 29, 2015 23:10:42 GMT
Robin had a faint smile on her as she looked the others over, her own disguise fairly simple... yet effective enough. They all seem like special people, not just by the fact that none of them seem human really. One seems to have a bit of a temper, while the other one shares Robin's hobby! Or so it seemed, atleast
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Post by calypsonymph on Apr 29, 2015 23:56:08 GMT
"Ah... I have another question..?" Mara asks, raising her hand. "Is attendance mandatory, or...?" She eyes Nikki, sensing something off there, but not really paying too much attention. No, it's... Xue, Greta said? Yes, Xue that gets her attention. Cybernetics were something she had become FAR too familiar with as of late, after all, so even as she asks this, she's keeping half an eye on Xue. ...And by 'half an eye' she means the normal, human variant, not the 'eye pops out of her head and looks at him' variant, which she managed to do the other day... some... how... at least she managed to fix it before anybody noticed...
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Post by Admin on Apr 30, 2015 1:08:47 GMT
Greta nods. "Yes. Attendance will be mandatory. This course is meant to prime people for dealing with the relative...uniqueness that this place can bring. Lack of attendance will make me very cross. And it is not wise to make me cross."
She stares stoically at Mara. "Now, to start things off...how about you all tell a bit about yourselves?"
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Post by jadenfayle on Apr 30, 2015 1:09:57 GMT
As the tone changes Xue turns back around. She gives a nod to Greta, "I do have cybernetics, yes." The young woman puts back down a game case and goes over to the speaker. She does keep most of her skin covered, so if she does have them, she's being either modest about them or keeping a lower profile. "They are currently operating at full capacity, thank you for your askance." When she has joined the group the cyberninja gives a bow then stands straight again. "I am Xue Fang, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." She says, more to the group than to Greta. She rights her posture, her fingers hook into the hem of her leggings and seems to settle into a patient stance.
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Post by calypsonymph on Apr 30, 2015 1:34:57 GMT
Mara ducks her head under her hat. "Ah, I'm, Mara F-Thr--" She pauses for a moment, and an odd clacking sound comes from her throat as she stops what she was about to say. She looks down at her lap and balls up her fists, before nodding. Stupid programing, stupid... grah! Why did it have to pop up NOW?! ...Probably because she was feeling intimidated... she swallows, and nods, again, forcing herself to continue. "Right. Sorry. I'm Mara Free. I'm..." She trails off before looking down, and to the side, averting her eyes from everyone. "...A robot. I think."
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Post by manbehindthecurtain on Apr 30, 2015 1:42:36 GMT
A tall, dark, willowy...woman?....enters the warehouse, wearing a simple green dress, with a satchel strapped to her back. Red eyes and subtle red marks on her face betray her origins. It's Chii. She stands near the back, trying to not be noticed by others and likely failing, given that she's a bit late.
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