Post by The Headmaster on Aug 25, 2013 9:19:38 GMT -6
This morning at the Academy was different.
Instead of their usual class, the entire student body was gathered in the Great Hall again, just like on the first night. Except this time, it was early in the morning, and few had woken up.
The Headmaster was standing in front of the microphone in a formal overcoat, his right hand resting atop a cane. It was made of dark oak, and had no curved handle-- simply a knob. He used his other hand to turn on the microphone, then held it out expectantly.
"Coffee, Varana."
She was standing to his left and slightly behind him. The Principal dutifully handed him a magically warmed mug of coffee.
He took a sip, then cleared his throat.
"Good morning, my students. I'm hoping that you're not this tired for your morning classes normally, hmm?"
Some first years nodded in assent. The rest of the student body was suddenly awake and gazing up at the Headmaster attentively. Confused, the first years followed their examples.
He took another careful sip of the coffee. "I'm glad to hear that you're all ready to learn." A smile formed on his face, his eyes closing, looking the picture of happiness.
The older students were not fooled.
"It's good that you're so alert so early, as today is the start of something new and exciting for you all. From this point onward, at any random day, we will be sealing off the Academy to outsiders and running school-wide drills."
He took a meticulous sip of coffee. Some students relaxed; fire drills and the like were fairly common.
"This drills will involve large amounts of live Mistlings being placed into the school as a controlled fighting experience and in case of an invasion."
Some students looked appalled at him. He ignored them.
"These drills will all take place during your class times, so I would recommend taking weapons to the bathroom--which all of you should be doing anyway. There will be no forewarning should one of these drills occur, but they may be forestalled to accommodate first years, because they're still useless, squishy cannonfodder."
He took a pointed sip of coffee and smiled at the glares he was receiving from certain students.
"However, because I am a kind, gracious person, you will be given a warning for your first drill." He chugged the rest of the coffee, a complete juxtaposition to his careful, controlled sips earlier. Finishing it, he handed the mug to Varana with a smile.
"At some point during this day, the drill will begin."
The Headmaster stood on the roof.
He looked much the same as he had but a few hours ago when he announced the drill. He had a new cup of coffee in his hands and the walking stick with him, still wearing the formal overcoat. In front of him was the microphone, now rigged to play through the speakers.
Varana was still to his left side and slightly behind him, a presence he'd come to expect there. She had with her a scroll of rich parchment and a tablet--an enchanted piece of glass that used sophisticated magic to control different parts of the Academy remotely.
"Varana, should my meds cease to work and I refuse to retake them, simply read that scroll out as loud as you possibly can."
She nodded. "What is it, sir?"
"An imperial demand signed and penned by the Emperor himself. The other side of me will obey his commands out of love for him."
She looked at the scroll, sealed with rich purple wax, with a new reverence.
He paused, looking at the Courtyard beneath them imperiously for a moment. A breeze sent his overcoat flapping, tousling his hair as he gazed down at the oh-so-peaceful Academy about to erupt. His eyes were no longer soft, but filled with cold steel that glinted ever so slightly with malice.
"Are the crates positioned?"
"Yes, sir. The captured Mistlings are dispersed evenly throughout the school."
He smirked. It was the sleepiest part of the day, right after lunch. Some more cunning students would expect it, but most would think that he would pull it off at the last second.
"All first years are accounted for?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I believe we're set." He took a sip of coffee. "Release them."
"Yes sir!"
She pressed the button.
He could hear the startled snarls of the Mistlings as the covers over their crates were lifted and the gates were opened. Snarls filled the air. The howls of a pack of Nemisi rang out from the training gym wing. Some sprites had even been captured. Of course, there were no lack of Lashers or Arubi either.
And over all of that din rang his voice.
"Good afternoon, my students. I hope you're not asleep."
ooc::
Welcome to our mini-plot!
While we wait for the site to grow for our bigger plot, we've decided that the HM will be tossing around a few mini plots.
As you can probably guess, although these aren't required to participate in, your characters will most likely be affected by live Mistlings rampaging around the school.
Feel free to reply to this thread with your character's reactions. We will start with this main thread and then branch off as to not get jumbled up.
Expect to see the Headmaster randomly roaming around.
Instead of their usual class, the entire student body was gathered in the Great Hall again, just like on the first night. Except this time, it was early in the morning, and few had woken up.
The Headmaster was standing in front of the microphone in a formal overcoat, his right hand resting atop a cane. It was made of dark oak, and had no curved handle-- simply a knob. He used his other hand to turn on the microphone, then held it out expectantly.
"Coffee, Varana."
She was standing to his left and slightly behind him. The Principal dutifully handed him a magically warmed mug of coffee.
He took a sip, then cleared his throat.
"Good morning, my students. I'm hoping that you're not this tired for your morning classes normally, hmm?"
Some first years nodded in assent. The rest of the student body was suddenly awake and gazing up at the Headmaster attentively. Confused, the first years followed their examples.
He took another careful sip of the coffee. "I'm glad to hear that you're all ready to learn." A smile formed on his face, his eyes closing, looking the picture of happiness.
The older students were not fooled.
"It's good that you're so alert so early, as today is the start of something new and exciting for you all. From this point onward, at any random day, we will be sealing off the Academy to outsiders and running school-wide drills."
He took a meticulous sip of coffee. Some students relaxed; fire drills and the like were fairly common.
"This drills will involve large amounts of live Mistlings being placed into the school as a controlled fighting experience and in case of an invasion."
Some students looked appalled at him. He ignored them.
"These drills will all take place during your class times, so I would recommend taking weapons to the bathroom--which all of you should be doing anyway. There will be no forewarning should one of these drills occur, but they may be forestalled to accommodate first years, because they're still useless, squishy cannonfodder."
He took a pointed sip of coffee and smiled at the glares he was receiving from certain students.
"However, because I am a kind, gracious person, you will be given a warning for your first drill." He chugged the rest of the coffee, a complete juxtaposition to his careful, controlled sips earlier. Finishing it, he handed the mug to Varana with a smile.
"At some point during this day, the drill will begin."
The Headmaster stood on the roof.
He looked much the same as he had but a few hours ago when he announced the drill. He had a new cup of coffee in his hands and the walking stick with him, still wearing the formal overcoat. In front of him was the microphone, now rigged to play through the speakers.
Varana was still to his left side and slightly behind him, a presence he'd come to expect there. She had with her a scroll of rich parchment and a tablet--an enchanted piece of glass that used sophisticated magic to control different parts of the Academy remotely.
"Varana, should my meds cease to work and I refuse to retake them, simply read that scroll out as loud as you possibly can."
She nodded. "What is it, sir?"
"An imperial demand signed and penned by the Emperor himself. The other side of me will obey his commands out of love for him."
She looked at the scroll, sealed with rich purple wax, with a new reverence.
He paused, looking at the Courtyard beneath them imperiously for a moment. A breeze sent his overcoat flapping, tousling his hair as he gazed down at the oh-so-peaceful Academy about to erupt. His eyes were no longer soft, but filled with cold steel that glinted ever so slightly with malice.
"Are the crates positioned?"
"Yes, sir. The captured Mistlings are dispersed evenly throughout the school."
He smirked. It was the sleepiest part of the day, right after lunch. Some more cunning students would expect it, but most would think that he would pull it off at the last second.
"All first years are accounted for?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I believe we're set." He took a sip of coffee. "Release them."
"Yes sir!"
She pressed the button.
He could hear the startled snarls of the Mistlings as the covers over their crates were lifted and the gates were opened. Snarls filled the air. The howls of a pack of Nemisi rang out from the training gym wing. Some sprites had even been captured. Of course, there were no lack of Lashers or Arubi either.
And over all of that din rang his voice.
"Good afternoon, my students. I hope you're not asleep."
ooc::
Welcome to our mini-plot!
While we wait for the site to grow for our bigger plot, we've decided that the HM will be tossing around a few mini plots.
As you can probably guess, although these aren't required to participate in, your characters will most likely be affected by live Mistlings rampaging around the school.
Feel free to reply to this thread with your character's reactions. We will start with this main thread and then branch off as to not get jumbled up.
Expect to see the Headmaster randomly roaming around.