Post by The Headmaster on Sept 17, 2013 20:37:00 GMT -6
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The Headmaster opened his eyes, pupils constricting inwards, the throbbing in his head fading. He was looking at... his office ceiling? Who in the world got him to take his pills?
He stared in brief confusion at the face looking with eager expectancy at him from across his desk. Silver locks dyed purple at the tips, eyes a golden brown. "What are you... doing here?"
The man raised an eyebrow. "Your meds took effect, I see."
"I do believe so." He took a deep breath. "The moron's gone." His eyes flickered to the clock. "It's two forty-six in the morning. This is no courtesy call. You're here for something."
A grin split the man's face. "It's nice to see you too, brother."
Headmaster stared at Emperor, and Emperor stared back at Headmaster.
At last, a smile bloomed on the Headmaster's face. "I'm glad you're well. At least, are thus so far. But there's matters to discuss?"
"Yes." His brother stood, taking on the imperious air of His Imperial Highness. "There's a vital situation at the Silver Mote. The Mistlings have penetrated the first wall."
"What?" The Headmaster stood up, face full of surprise and confusion and worry. "That's... a first."
The Emperor raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. My generals insisted on the Academy's full force at the wall."
"I think that's a little extreme."
The other eyebrow raised.
The Headmaster sighed, placing his hands on his desk and leaning his weight over them. "The Academy... packs an extraordinary amount of power. I have no doubt that sending out the fifth and sixth years, with the addition of our Lotuses, staff, and myself, will be sufficient enough to push the Mistlings back without leaving the rest of Atlantis open to attack and endangering as few young lives as possible."
The Emperor nodded. "And I would trust your judgement but for one thing."
His brother looked up at him, eyebrow raised.
Now it was the Emperor's turn to sigh. "The attack... Normally, Pearlmist Bridge wouldn't have fallen to the Mistlings." The Headmaster's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing his brother's intrinsic pride in his country. "Don't. I know that I am a proud man, but Pearlmist Bridge was strong. The First Wall, even more so. But this attack..." He ran a hand through his hair and locked gazes with the Headmaster. "This attack was coordinated. The Mistlings drove a massive strike through our defense, then brought in a huge Arubi the size of a house to batter down our gate."
The Headmaster's face showed his disbelief plainly.
"I'm not joking, brother."
The Headmaster covered his face tiredly with a hand, moving his glasses down his nose to rub his eyes, then pushing them back up. "Tell me you managed to shut it down."
The Emperor nodded. "We did, with heavy cannonfire. But then... they poured through the gates, and as our soldiers were retreating, blocked their retreat with an aerial strike by low-flying Nemisi dropping Lashers into the battlefield. They cut off the soldiers' retreat and destroyed the cannon batteries atop the walls, as well as the soldiers there."
"The Mistlings... are using tactics?" The Headmaster sighed. "Very well. But I won't send out the first or second years, they can barely lift a sword. They'll be mowed down."
"Very well."
The Headmaster moved away a stack of papers, revealing a square of orichalcum with a keyboard and a little screen. After entering several passwords, the metal cover was retracted to reveal a grid that controlled the alarms in the school.
"Cover your ears."
With that, he yanked a lever, light and sound flaring up throughout the entirety of the Academy as the alarm went off. Pressing another button, he spoke into the loudspeaker, the alarms hushed for just one moment.
"Good morning, Academy. We are now in an emergency state. The Emperor himself has just informed me that the situation on the Silver Mote has gone critical and his generals require our full force. Third through Sixth years are required at the Mote. You will find your magic class's teacher and proceed according to emergency instructions from there. I repeat. The Emperor himself has just informed me that the situation on the Silver Mote has gone critical and his generals require our full force. Third through Sixth years are required at the Mote. You will find your magic class's teacher and proceed according to emergency instructions from there."
"You'll want someone to hold your glasses."
The Headmaster glanced up at the Emperor. He removed his hand, and the metal plate slid back into place. "I'll need a few minutes to ensure Varana has the staff organized and will be able to accompany me." He tore off the brown jacket he'd had on and took down his trench coat from a coat hanger, revealing a belt and holster with two orichalcum pistols. Pulling the gloves from its pockets, he yanked them on. After a pause for thought, he took down the belt and put it on, adjusting the pistols' positions so that one was on each hip. He then pulled the trench coat around him, covering the weapons. "You'll have the Academy at your service within the hour."
The Emperor nodded. "I'm counting on you. Atlantis is counting on you." With that, in a swirl of rich silk garments, he vanished out the door.
His brother watched him go, then followed with a mutter of "It always is."
He took an immediate left out of his office, passing the door to Varana's office and coming to the door to her personal quarters. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and tapping a foot impatiently. She'd need instructions to give to the rest of the staff.
Feel free to just get your character out of their bedroom for now.
The next steps are posted!))
The Headmaster opened his eyes, pupils constricting inwards, the throbbing in his head fading. He was looking at... his office ceiling? Who in the world got him to take his pills?
He stared in brief confusion at the face looking with eager expectancy at him from across his desk. Silver locks dyed purple at the tips, eyes a golden brown. "What are you... doing here?"
The man raised an eyebrow. "Your meds took effect, I see."
"I do believe so." He took a deep breath. "The moron's gone." His eyes flickered to the clock. "It's two forty-six in the morning. This is no courtesy call. You're here for something."
A grin split the man's face. "It's nice to see you too, brother."
Headmaster stared at Emperor, and Emperor stared back at Headmaster.
At last, a smile bloomed on the Headmaster's face. "I'm glad you're well. At least, are thus so far. But there's matters to discuss?"
"Yes." His brother stood, taking on the imperious air of His Imperial Highness. "There's a vital situation at the Silver Mote. The Mistlings have penetrated the first wall."
"What?" The Headmaster stood up, face full of surprise and confusion and worry. "That's... a first."
The Emperor raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. My generals insisted on the Academy's full force at the wall."
"I think that's a little extreme."
The other eyebrow raised.
The Headmaster sighed, placing his hands on his desk and leaning his weight over them. "The Academy... packs an extraordinary amount of power. I have no doubt that sending out the fifth and sixth years, with the addition of our Lotuses, staff, and myself, will be sufficient enough to push the Mistlings back without leaving the rest of Atlantis open to attack and endangering as few young lives as possible."
The Emperor nodded. "And I would trust your judgement but for one thing."
His brother looked up at him, eyebrow raised.
Now it was the Emperor's turn to sigh. "The attack... Normally, Pearlmist Bridge wouldn't have fallen to the Mistlings." The Headmaster's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing his brother's intrinsic pride in his country. "Don't. I know that I am a proud man, but Pearlmist Bridge was strong. The First Wall, even more so. But this attack..." He ran a hand through his hair and locked gazes with the Headmaster. "This attack was coordinated. The Mistlings drove a massive strike through our defense, then brought in a huge Arubi the size of a house to batter down our gate."
The Headmaster's face showed his disbelief plainly.
"I'm not joking, brother."
The Headmaster covered his face tiredly with a hand, moving his glasses down his nose to rub his eyes, then pushing them back up. "Tell me you managed to shut it down."
The Emperor nodded. "We did, with heavy cannonfire. But then... they poured through the gates, and as our soldiers were retreating, blocked their retreat with an aerial strike by low-flying Nemisi dropping Lashers into the battlefield. They cut off the soldiers' retreat and destroyed the cannon batteries atop the walls, as well as the soldiers there."
"The Mistlings... are using tactics?" The Headmaster sighed. "Very well. But I won't send out the first or second years, they can barely lift a sword. They'll be mowed down."
"Very well."
The Headmaster moved away a stack of papers, revealing a square of orichalcum with a keyboard and a little screen. After entering several passwords, the metal cover was retracted to reveal a grid that controlled the alarms in the school.
"Cover your ears."
With that, he yanked a lever, light and sound flaring up throughout the entirety of the Academy as the alarm went off. Pressing another button, he spoke into the loudspeaker, the alarms hushed for just one moment.
"Good morning, Academy. We are now in an emergency state. The Emperor himself has just informed me that the situation on the Silver Mote has gone critical and his generals require our full force. Third through Sixth years are required at the Mote. You will find your magic class's teacher and proceed according to emergency instructions from there. I repeat. The Emperor himself has just informed me that the situation on the Silver Mote has gone critical and his generals require our full force. Third through Sixth years are required at the Mote. You will find your magic class's teacher and proceed according to emergency instructions from there."
"You'll want someone to hold your glasses."
The Headmaster glanced up at the Emperor. He removed his hand, and the metal plate slid back into place. "I'll need a few minutes to ensure Varana has the staff organized and will be able to accompany me." He tore off the brown jacket he'd had on and took down his trench coat from a coat hanger, revealing a belt and holster with two orichalcum pistols. Pulling the gloves from its pockets, he yanked them on. After a pause for thought, he took down the belt and put it on, adjusting the pistols' positions so that one was on each hip. He then pulled the trench coat around him, covering the weapons. "You'll have the Academy at your service within the hour."
The Emperor nodded. "I'm counting on you. Atlantis is counting on you." With that, in a swirl of rich silk garments, he vanished out the door.
His brother watched him go, then followed with a mutter of "It always is."
He took an immediate left out of his office, passing the door to Varana's office and coming to the door to her personal quarters. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and tapping a foot impatiently. She'd need instructions to give to the rest of the staff.
NIMIA
