Chapter three
(Sept 15th Monday)
A particularly rainy day at the school, The Inner-School courtyard was almost pool-like with how much water it contained. Its lack of drainage-ways caused the intake to be at least three-inches and slowly climbing. It started like this a day prior, and hadn’t shown any sign of stopping.
Most of the students had decided to stay in bed, pretending to be under the weather, as they did not want to attend the few classes available. However around thirty-percent of the rest of the students were huddled in the library that was not attached to the main school, and was located inside the courtyard. It supplied computers, televisions, naturally books, soda machines, furniture, music-lounges, and even a small gift-shop with coffee and hot-cocoa machines. The description of the inside varied from light-colored to pale-brown. It seemed that the farther back you got, the less light-grey you’d see, and the more bland-brown you would. The shelves were tall, and stretched out well. Too well unfortunately, as well as too multiple. If you passed enough, one would either see a couple of students plotting little schemes, sleeping, or in romantic actions.
A vast amount of the students inside this three-story building had stuffed their video-games into their backpacks and rushed into there. They were currently paying for another hour of television-gaming-use.
Other students also packed certain items, mostly card and board games, as well as books, which they found a vast amount of entertainment from. Sadly though it was still a library, and when someone yelled out “UNO” or “BINGO” or “REDEMPTION (Fan if you get that reference)”, not even the staff would have to shush them. There were so many “brainy” students there who despised such noise, that to make a loud sound would be to risk the horror of a weaponized-hard-cover book.
Some students simply sat at the main entrance, which was directly aligned with the gift-shop. There were large blandly-colored couches, with backs leaning against the windowed-walls, and directly to their side, across the entrance-width, was a young male student attempting to almost place the dollar into the television-slot, have it scanned, then pull it out before it was sucked in.
The boy apparently succeeded, but unfortunately he did this with very little subtlety. The shop-lifting-alarm blared, sending a good amount of students into a terrified stampede for the exit. The very few, but still more than five, librarians informed them that nothing was wrong, and only a portion disbelieved this notion, and left. Dark glares were sent to the student who sent off the alarm.
“Ugh! I was almost asleep!” A male student, whose name was Night, complained. He had good reason. It was taking him a very long amount of time to get drowsy, and now his plans were thwarted.
A female student, whose name was Trinity, approached him with a non-amused look. “What if it was a fire?”
“I’m sure you could carry me outside or something.” Night smirked, though his tone was that of an annoyed variety.
“Well maybe you could patrol her now.” Trinity suggested as she sat on the couch next to him, looking out towards the rain.
Night yawned as he hoisted himself up to look through the window. “She’s still out there?” This she that he was referring to was another student, one that a vast amount of the others considered either beautiful or mentally-ill. Some students referred to her as “hot” on occasion, but in truth the only seductive part about her was her flirtatious grin and glance, though truth be told she was not attempting to flirt with anyone. She was not a popular student exactly, but known enough. And she had been walking around in the rain for three hours.
“Yep. Still there.” Trinity answered. “She just keeps circling the tree, then stops, looks at the moon, then continues walking.” Trinity chuckled slightly. “Maybe she’s got lunar-powers or something.”
“Well,” Night said as he propped himself up a bit more, “this is a school for supernatural-mobians after all.”
Trinity shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe we should let her i- never mind. Here she comes.”
The strange-girl student walked casually inside, straining her black hair that hung over her face a bit. She blew a gust of air to move it from her strange slightly-glowing eyes, then continued walking casually inside. Rynk, of course was this student. Her normal Persian-attire was replaced by a pale-grey T-shirt, a dark-purple hoodie, and black jeans. She had her bare-feet, and blood-stained anklet on, which was another reason the other students found her a bit off, and her golden-colored earrings still hung from her almost rabbit-sized lynx-ears.
“Hey, Persian-girl’s got a new outfit!” A student called out. Rynk knew not who this was, so she quickly assumed it was Night, as the voice came from his general direction.
“Shocking , isn’t it?” She chuckled. Strangely it was when she talked that they became the most estranged. Everyone could almost have sworn that Rynk had a Persian accent, but for some reason it sounded very proper-British now, which confused them greatly.
“Um… What happened to your voice?” Night asked.
Rynk gave a teasing grin. “You thought that little performance was my real accent? I don’t even know if I had the right racial-vocal-whatever.”
“So you’re not Persian?” Trinity asked with a confused look.
“No, I’m Persian, but I’m also Scottish, and possibly something else, so I guess my voice randomized or something. So this is what I got stuck with.” Rynk answered casually. “Do I sound weird or something?”
“No. No weirder tha-“
Trinity’s reply was interrupted by a very angry voice yelling out “I HATE RAIN!”, as Grace walked into the library, soaking wet.
“You okay, Grace?” Rynk asked as she rushed over to aid her “friend”. So far the friendship between Grace and Rynk had been around ninety-percent Rynk and two-percent Grace, leaving the other eight somewhere in space. This two percent was only enough to acknowledge Rynk’s friendliness, as Rynk was the self-appointed friend to Grace. Grace never really cared that much, and she did not know Rynk too well, but at the moment she was not in a good mood.
“Do I look ok- what happened to your voice? I thought you were Persian.” Grace noticed.
“I am Persian.” Rynk giggled. “My accent just doesn’t agree with the rest of me for some reason. You need a blanket or something?”
“… No. I’ll be okay.” Grace sighed. She could feel another one of Rynk’s over-friendly moments coming on. Nothing particularly annoying ever happened because of these, but for some reason Grace felt some form of dread from them.
“What brought you inside here?” Rynk asked.
Grace shivered a bit, rethinking the blanket-offer. “My stupid roommate locked his stupid self, and me out of our dorm-room, then I got stupidly locked out of the stupid school. Ya happy now?” Grace did not mean to snap at anyone, but given the cold, the rain, the darkness, and the prior events, her mood was well earned.
“Strangely I am. Guess I’m just positive that way.” Rynk answered. Rynk seemed to do this a lot. She would be asked a question or insulted in a way that should annoy someone, but she’d always just say something positive that would either confuse the person, or make them feel guilty. Sadly this was only a smoke-screen to Rynk’s real personality, as she was not relatively this positive for real.
“Well good for you.” Grace groaned. “I’m gonna try to get back inside the main-school. Beats the talk-and-shush-zone any day.”
Grace started for the door, but felt a fuzzy-like-material go over her shoulder as she went. She looked over and saw Rynk put her jacket over her. “You might need it.” Rynk suggested, gesturing to the fact that because of being locked out improperly, Grace was wearing a tang-top and jeans, which did not give her much heat.
Grace nodded and walked out, with Rynk following. “I might be able to pick the lock.” Rynk informed. Grace nodded and they continued.
They both looked up for a moment and noticed that it was still very dark. It was like the night just stopped, and the clouds reflected the blackness of it. They could only see the moon shining through the clouds, then Grace looked over and…
“Why are your stripes glowing??” She asked with widened eyes. Rynk looked at her own hands and saw that the moon-shaped cups of her black stripes were in fact glowing bright-blue.
“Uh… I ate a flash-light?” Rynk fibbed. “I dunno. Been that way for as long as I can remember. Doesn’t do anything as far as I can tell. … Hey, who’s that?”
Rynk pointed to a male figure sitting on the bench under the tear-tree that kept the area below it ever so dry and untouched. It was a fox she assumed, though she would need a better view.
“Why not sit down for a bit?” Rynk suggested.
“Aka, why not hook me up with some stranger????” Grace guessed with a slight glare.
“Exactly.” Rynk smirked.
“No wa-“ Too late. Rynk was already dragging Grace by the hand to the bench. She would have strangled the lynx right there if the fox wasn’t there. If he wasn’t so fit-looking, she might have still wrung Rynk’s neck, but she did not have her scythe with her, and she did not think he would choose her side in a fight.
“Mind if we sit down for a bit?” Rynk asked as she and her hostage neared the bench.
“I beg of you to mind.” Grace groaned.
The fox shrugged. “Fine by me.” He answered in a very nice Australian accent. Rynk seemed to be enjoying this, while Grace was near gagging.
“Oh of all the things, there’s some random buff-fox dude, with an Australian accent.” She gagged in her mind. “All we need now is some monster for him to fight, and a boomerang.”
“You’re Australian…” Grace murmured mindlessly.
“… Uh… You’re Mobotropian.” The fox replied, attempting not to say the wrong thing.
“And I’m Persian with a British accent.” Rynk chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
The fox chuckled with her a bit. “Can’t tell if we’re all racist or confused.”
“What no ‘G’day Mate’ or ‘Sheela’ or ‘croikey’” Grace quipped with rolled eyes as she sat down with her hands under her chin.
“G’day mate, Sheela, and croikey.” The fox said with a smirk. Grace gave him a glare. He just smirked more.
“Well then, what are you two ‘Sheelas’ doin out heah?” The fox continued to tease.
“Locked out.” Rynk replied. “I’m Rynk.”
“Ah’m Craiger. Nice to meet you,” He said to Rynk, “and nice to annoy you apparently.” He said to Grace. “Not that I’m trying really. So I’m guessing you’re not going to tell me yo’r name.”
“Foxlock Holmes strikes again.” Grace insulted without making eye-contact.
Craiger just shrugged. “Ahlright then. Guess Ah’ll have ta make one up for ya. Let’s see… Grumpy… Dop-“
“GRACE! G-R-A-C-E! Don’t go mis-spelling it.” The flustered fox glared with her eyes fixed with annoyance.
“Alright then. Not mah place to ask what kicked your rump this morning, but ah suppose this weathah’s prone ta do that.” He said calmly.
“So which dimension are you from?” Rynk asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Mobocan.” Craiger answered casually.
“No kidding! Me too!” Rynk informed energetically.
“Really? Which country? Ah’m from Gei Si Heir.”
“Supreta. Guess that makes up arch-nemesis’s or something.” Rynk chuckled.
“Only if the feds find out.” Craiger chuckled back.
Grace rose up from the seat and said “Well I’m sure I’ll be there at your marriage. G’bye.” She snapped as she quickly walked off. “G’bye” was on emphasis that she meant the least amount of good in the bye of it. As she started to come out of ear-shot Craiger called out “Nice to make your acquaintance, G-R-A-C-E.”
Even Rynk knew that he had just pushed it far. Grace stormed back and snarled “Knock it off, or that tongue’s gonna end up in-“
“Alright, alright.” Craiger agreed, gesturing for her to keep things G-rated. “Sorry for upsetting you.” Grace simply acknowledged his reply then turned and continued off. Rynk waved good-bye to Craiger then followed.
“You didn’t need to get ticked at him.” Rynk complained. “What did he do?”
“He looked pretty. And I’m guessing all he wanted was to look at some other pretty things.” Grace answered sternly. While Rynk did not agree that this friendly and witty student was meaning those intentions, she did detect the hint of personal-past coming from Grace’s tone. A past that Rynk also understood a bit more than Grace knew, but that was because Rynk kept it a very well secret.
(Sept 15th Monday)
A particularly rainy day at the school, The Inner-School courtyard was almost pool-like with how much water it contained. Its lack of drainage-ways caused the intake to be at least three-inches and slowly climbing. It started like this a day prior, and hadn’t shown any sign of stopping.
Most of the students had decided to stay in bed, pretending to be under the weather, as they did not want to attend the few classes available. However around thirty-percent of the rest of the students were huddled in the library that was not attached to the main school, and was located inside the courtyard. It supplied computers, televisions, naturally books, soda machines, furniture, music-lounges, and even a small gift-shop with coffee and hot-cocoa machines. The description of the inside varied from light-colored to pale-brown. It seemed that the farther back you got, the less light-grey you’d see, and the more bland-brown you would. The shelves were tall, and stretched out well. Too well unfortunately, as well as too multiple. If you passed enough, one would either see a couple of students plotting little schemes, sleeping, or in romantic actions.
A vast amount of the students inside this three-story building had stuffed their video-games into their backpacks and rushed into there. They were currently paying for another hour of television-gaming-use.
Other students also packed certain items, mostly card and board games, as well as books, which they found a vast amount of entertainment from. Sadly though it was still a library, and when someone yelled out “UNO” or “BINGO” or “REDEMPTION (Fan if you get that reference)”, not even the staff would have to shush them. There were so many “brainy” students there who despised such noise, that to make a loud sound would be to risk the horror of a weaponized-hard-cover book.
Some students simply sat at the main entrance, which was directly aligned with the gift-shop. There were large blandly-colored couches, with backs leaning against the windowed-walls, and directly to their side, across the entrance-width, was a young male student attempting to almost place the dollar into the television-slot, have it scanned, then pull it out before it was sucked in.
The boy apparently succeeded, but unfortunately he did this with very little subtlety. The shop-lifting-alarm blared, sending a good amount of students into a terrified stampede for the exit. The very few, but still more than five, librarians informed them that nothing was wrong, and only a portion disbelieved this notion, and left. Dark glares were sent to the student who sent off the alarm.
“Ugh! I was almost asleep!” A male student, whose name was Night, complained. He had good reason. It was taking him a very long amount of time to get drowsy, and now his plans were thwarted.
A female student, whose name was Trinity, approached him with a non-amused look. “What if it was a fire?”
“I’m sure you could carry me outside or something.” Night smirked, though his tone was that of an annoyed variety.
“Well maybe you could patrol her now.” Trinity suggested as she sat on the couch next to him, looking out towards the rain.
Night yawned as he hoisted himself up to look through the window. “She’s still out there?” This she that he was referring to was another student, one that a vast amount of the others considered either beautiful or mentally-ill. Some students referred to her as “hot” on occasion, but in truth the only seductive part about her was her flirtatious grin and glance, though truth be told she was not attempting to flirt with anyone. She was not a popular student exactly, but known enough. And she had been walking around in the rain for three hours.
“Yep. Still there.” Trinity answered. “She just keeps circling the tree, then stops, looks at the moon, then continues walking.” Trinity chuckled slightly. “Maybe she’s got lunar-powers or something.”
“Well,” Night said as he propped himself up a bit more, “this is a school for supernatural-mobians after all.”
Trinity shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe we should let her i- never mind. Here she comes.”
The strange-girl student walked casually inside, straining her black hair that hung over her face a bit. She blew a gust of air to move it from her strange slightly-glowing eyes, then continued walking casually inside. Rynk, of course was this student. Her normal Persian-attire was replaced by a pale-grey T-shirt, a dark-purple hoodie, and black jeans. She had her bare-feet, and blood-stained anklet on, which was another reason the other students found her a bit off, and her golden-colored earrings still hung from her almost rabbit-sized lynx-ears.
“Hey, Persian-girl’s got a new outfit!” A student called out. Rynk knew not who this was, so she quickly assumed it was Night, as the voice came from his general direction.
“Shocking , isn’t it?” She chuckled. Strangely it was when she talked that they became the most estranged. Everyone could almost have sworn that Rynk had a Persian accent, but for some reason it sounded very proper-British now, which confused them greatly.
“Um… What happened to your voice?” Night asked.
Rynk gave a teasing grin. “You thought that little performance was my real accent? I don’t even know if I had the right racial-vocal-whatever.”
“So you’re not Persian?” Trinity asked with a confused look.
“No, I’m Persian, but I’m also Scottish, and possibly something else, so I guess my voice randomized or something. So this is what I got stuck with.” Rynk answered casually. “Do I sound weird or something?”
“No. No weirder tha-“
Trinity’s reply was interrupted by a very angry voice yelling out “I HATE RAIN!”, as Grace walked into the library, soaking wet.
“You okay, Grace?” Rynk asked as she rushed over to aid her “friend”. So far the friendship between Grace and Rynk had been around ninety-percent Rynk and two-percent Grace, leaving the other eight somewhere in space. This two percent was only enough to acknowledge Rynk’s friendliness, as Rynk was the self-appointed friend to Grace. Grace never really cared that much, and she did not know Rynk too well, but at the moment she was not in a good mood.
“Do I look ok- what happened to your voice? I thought you were Persian.” Grace noticed.
“I am Persian.” Rynk giggled. “My accent just doesn’t agree with the rest of me for some reason. You need a blanket or something?”
“… No. I’ll be okay.” Grace sighed. She could feel another one of Rynk’s over-friendly moments coming on. Nothing particularly annoying ever happened because of these, but for some reason Grace felt some form of dread from them.
“What brought you inside here?” Rynk asked.
Grace shivered a bit, rethinking the blanket-offer. “My stupid roommate locked his stupid self, and me out of our dorm-room, then I got stupidly locked out of the stupid school. Ya happy now?” Grace did not mean to snap at anyone, but given the cold, the rain, the darkness, and the prior events, her mood was well earned.
“Strangely I am. Guess I’m just positive that way.” Rynk answered. Rynk seemed to do this a lot. She would be asked a question or insulted in a way that should annoy someone, but she’d always just say something positive that would either confuse the person, or make them feel guilty. Sadly this was only a smoke-screen to Rynk’s real personality, as she was not relatively this positive for real.
“Well good for you.” Grace groaned. “I’m gonna try to get back inside the main-school. Beats the talk-and-shush-zone any day.”
Grace started for the door, but felt a fuzzy-like-material go over her shoulder as she went. She looked over and saw Rynk put her jacket over her. “You might need it.” Rynk suggested, gesturing to the fact that because of being locked out improperly, Grace was wearing a tang-top and jeans, which did not give her much heat.
Grace nodded and walked out, with Rynk following. “I might be able to pick the lock.” Rynk informed. Grace nodded and they continued.
They both looked up for a moment and noticed that it was still very dark. It was like the night just stopped, and the clouds reflected the blackness of it. They could only see the moon shining through the clouds, then Grace looked over and…
“Why are your stripes glowing??” She asked with widened eyes. Rynk looked at her own hands and saw that the moon-shaped cups of her black stripes were in fact glowing bright-blue.
“Uh… I ate a flash-light?” Rynk fibbed. “I dunno. Been that way for as long as I can remember. Doesn’t do anything as far as I can tell. … Hey, who’s that?”
Rynk pointed to a male figure sitting on the bench under the tear-tree that kept the area below it ever so dry and untouched. It was a fox she assumed, though she would need a better view.
“Why not sit down for a bit?” Rynk suggested.
“Aka, why not hook me up with some stranger????” Grace guessed with a slight glare.
“Exactly.” Rynk smirked.
“No wa-“ Too late. Rynk was already dragging Grace by the hand to the bench. She would have strangled the lynx right there if the fox wasn’t there. If he wasn’t so fit-looking, she might have still wrung Rynk’s neck, but she did not have her scythe with her, and she did not think he would choose her side in a fight.
“Mind if we sit down for a bit?” Rynk asked as she and her hostage neared the bench.
“I beg of you to mind.” Grace groaned.
The fox shrugged. “Fine by me.” He answered in a very nice Australian accent. Rynk seemed to be enjoying this, while Grace was near gagging.
“Oh of all the things, there’s some random buff-fox dude, with an Australian accent.” She gagged in her mind. “All we need now is some monster for him to fight, and a boomerang.”
“You’re Australian…” Grace murmured mindlessly.
“… Uh… You’re Mobotropian.” The fox replied, attempting not to say the wrong thing.
“And I’m Persian with a British accent.” Rynk chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
The fox chuckled with her a bit. “Can’t tell if we’re all racist or confused.”
“What no ‘G’day Mate’ or ‘Sheela’ or ‘croikey’” Grace quipped with rolled eyes as she sat down with her hands under her chin.
“G’day mate, Sheela, and croikey.” The fox said with a smirk. Grace gave him a glare. He just smirked more.
“Well then, what are you two ‘Sheelas’ doin out heah?” The fox continued to tease.
“Locked out.” Rynk replied. “I’m Rynk.”
“Ah’m Craiger. Nice to meet you,” He said to Rynk, “and nice to annoy you apparently.” He said to Grace. “Not that I’m trying really. So I’m guessing you’re not going to tell me yo’r name.”
“Foxlock Holmes strikes again.” Grace insulted without making eye-contact.
Craiger just shrugged. “Ahlright then. Guess Ah’ll have ta make one up for ya. Let’s see… Grumpy… Dop-“
“GRACE! G-R-A-C-E! Don’t go mis-spelling it.” The flustered fox glared with her eyes fixed with annoyance.
“Alright then. Not mah place to ask what kicked your rump this morning, but ah suppose this weathah’s prone ta do that.” He said calmly.
“So which dimension are you from?” Rynk asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Mobocan.” Craiger answered casually.
“No kidding! Me too!” Rynk informed energetically.
“Really? Which country? Ah’m from Gei Si Heir.”
“Supreta. Guess that makes up arch-nemesis’s or something.” Rynk chuckled.
“Only if the feds find out.” Craiger chuckled back.
Grace rose up from the seat and said “Well I’m sure I’ll be there at your marriage. G’bye.” She snapped as she quickly walked off. “G’bye” was on emphasis that she meant the least amount of good in the bye of it. As she started to come out of ear-shot Craiger called out “Nice to make your acquaintance, G-R-A-C-E.”
Even Rynk knew that he had just pushed it far. Grace stormed back and snarled “Knock it off, or that tongue’s gonna end up in-“
“Alright, alright.” Craiger agreed, gesturing for her to keep things G-rated. “Sorry for upsetting you.” Grace simply acknowledged his reply then turned and continued off. Rynk waved good-bye to Craiger then followed.
“You didn’t need to get ticked at him.” Rynk complained. “What did he do?”
“He looked pretty. And I’m guessing all he wanted was to look at some other pretty things.” Grace answered sternly. While Rynk did not agree that this friendly and witty student was meaning those intentions, she did detect the hint of personal-past coming from Grace’s tone. A past that Rynk also understood a bit more than Grace knew, but that was because Rynk kept it a very well secret.
Frostbite and Scarlet lived their normal lives when one night, a man named Grey experimented on a body swap potion gone wrong. The blast hit Scarlet and Frostbite in their sleep, causing them to switch bodies. After making a conclusion in the morning, they tried to continue with each other's lives until they found a cure. Frostbite did just fine, but Scarlet was having trouble with Frostbite's relationship. Will Scarlet be able to push through, or will Frostbite's relationship with Aqua come to an end?
My FC is called Sandy the Cat and I'm gonna tell all you fans a bit about her. Let's get started!
Name: Sandy
Species: Cat
Gender: Female
Fur Colour: Ginger with Tangelo Orange stripes
Eye Colour: Electric Blue
Attire: Orange Bracelets and Anklets, White Cami, Pale blue denim cut-offs with red belt, bare feet or when she goes swimming she wears a red and white striped bikini, her bracelets and anklets, bare feet.
Hair Style: Long Pigtail that's ginger with tangelo orange rings. Her tail is done in the same pattern.
Personality: Loud, Outgoing, Annoying, Happy, Bouncy, Beachy, Bright, Playful, Goofy, Humorous.
Age: 12 and a half.
Quotes: "HELP!!! I broke my leg!" "Hey Guys! Let's go to the beach!" "Why do you hate me? Sorry if I'm annoying..." "LEAVE HER ALONE!!!!!"
So that's Sandy. She's all across the fanclub so see if you can spit her in RP's, questions and quizzes.
Seeya'!
Name: Sandy
Species: Cat
Gender: Female
Fur Colour: Ginger with Tangelo Orange stripes
Eye Colour: Electric Blue
Attire: Orange Bracelets and Anklets, White Cami, Pale blue denim cut-offs with red belt, bare feet or when she goes swimming she wears a red and white striped bikini, her bracelets and anklets, bare feet.
Hair Style: Long Pigtail that's ginger with tangelo orange rings. Her tail is done in the same pattern.
Personality: Loud, Outgoing, Annoying, Happy, Bouncy, Beachy, Bright, Playful, Goofy, Humorous.
Age: 12 and a half.
Quotes: "HELP!!! I broke my leg!" "Hey Guys! Let's go to the beach!" "Why do you hate me? Sorry if I'm annoying..." "LEAVE HER ALONE!!!!!"
So that's Sandy. She's all across the fanclub so see if you can spit her in RP's, questions and quizzes.
Seeya'!