Jemnite
CVN-69 Fella
- Location
- 清源书院
Academy of the Righteous Heroes Who Slay the Monsters, Capital of Peace
"...and reward Imperial favor with faithful service." The director finishes his speech. The old man looks tired, too old many wrinkles on his old worn face, his beard too thin and wisp and white. The drooping flaps on his official's headdress are matched by his drooping shoulders and dropping posture. His whole body seems to be drooping towards his waist. The sword slide into the belt of his robes doesn't match his image at all.
"Director," one the guards salutes him, open left palm, closed right fist. "Please." He motions towards the door and waits patiently as the headmaster follows two other guards out of the classroom. As his compatriots leave him behind, he rises from his salute and looks across the classroom at the face of all the new students- not prospective, but students in full- of freshmen squadron two. Seated in squad order, left to right, two squads in the front row and three in the back row, they form little huddled groups that are easy enough to identify.
"Please wait here." The guard says. "An attendant will be here shortly to lead you to your accommodations." Then, he too is off through the door to freshmen squadron three's classroom where the headmaster will be giving the same speech for a third time.
Directly to the left of squad two is squad one. Liu Xiaotai, styled Fengyun, and Hong Linqi, styled Taiwu, are nestled right up to the left of squad two. The tanned skinned latter girl with the lustrous back hair and the eyes of piercing blue is one of the few brazen and/or foolish enough to actually have refused to leave their weapons at the door. She clings onto her long Ji as if it were the arm of her lover, her dirty worn leather boots up on the desk. Clearly she is not one for manners.
The former, Xiaotai, lays his face on the desk as if he were dead. He slumped over immediately after the headmaster had left the room and now shows absolutely no signs of wanting to be amongst the living. From short glimpses were caught of him, he seemed the ideal Imperial Scion, with the same regal golden eyes of the Imperial line and a set of pretty distinguished features that matched the expensive looking fur lined silk robes he wore. He cast a pretty stoic and dignified image, at least before he spent the entirely of the moments before the headmaster walked in playing governess to Linqi and trying to make her at least attempt a look of propriety before the most powerful person in the entire Academy.
The other two of squad one are father to the left and partially hidden behind their squadmates, away from squad two's prying eyes. Li Yiang, styled Qichuang, seems to be busy doodling with a piece of charcoal the boy produced from nowhere. The other, Nangcheng styled Daoming, merely watches over the other with the occasional addition by her slim white finger.
The other three squads behind squad two seem more or less in order. Kong Xiaozhi, styled Xuantai, seems to have exerted authority far more effectively than Xiaotai and managed to somehow get almost everyone in the back row to behave more or less. The seats from behind squad two seem to have been listening with great attention to the headmaster's speech- so ardently that the swish-swish of Cai Yu's, styled Jique, head nodding on every other full sentence of the headmaster's was even audible from the row in front. The only exception to that rule is the soft murmuring of Liu Ren, styled Xiaoji, as she dozes off on the shoulder of her older twin brother Liu Xin, styled Tongde. She looked especially worn as she entered the classroom, her golden eyes flittering between half open and shut with every step she took. Of her squadmates, Dong Que, styled Renye, has been sending a pretty piercing look at the backs of squad two for a while now, so much that even with their backs to him they can feel it. The cold black-eyed boy with the sharp brow had been the only one with a completely blank expression when squad five arrived in time to see the aftermath of the formation of squad two and the look in his eyes had been uncanny.
A few moments pass as the students in the classroom begin to stir from their fugue state under the oppressive gaze of the headmaster. A fresh breath of air. Those half asleep awaken. Those dead inside begin to revitalize. Then the door slams open and a familiar Jiangshi corpse puppet walks into the room on delicate steps.
"Freshman squadron two, I am here to lead you to your-" The great undead maiden beauty, clad in robes of light but flowing silk begins before she freezes at a familiar sight. Her piercing eyes lock onto squad two with precision accuracy so much that the whole room can follow her gaze. The heads of the room turn as the air grows tense.
And Hong Linqi attempts to muffle a derisive snort behind her hand, a amused look clear in her eyes.
@Laplace @Unimaginative @Suzu @Estro
"...and reward Imperial favor with faithful service." The director finishes his speech. The old man looks tired, too old many wrinkles on his old worn face, his beard too thin and wisp and white. The drooping flaps on his official's headdress are matched by his drooping shoulders and dropping posture. His whole body seems to be drooping towards his waist. The sword slide into the belt of his robes doesn't match his image at all.
"Director," one the guards salutes him, open left palm, closed right fist. "Please." He motions towards the door and waits patiently as the headmaster follows two other guards out of the classroom. As his compatriots leave him behind, he rises from his salute and looks across the classroom at the face of all the new students- not prospective, but students in full- of freshmen squadron two. Seated in squad order, left to right, two squads in the front row and three in the back row, they form little huddled groups that are easy enough to identify.
"Please wait here." The guard says. "An attendant will be here shortly to lead you to your accommodations." Then, he too is off through the door to freshmen squadron three's classroom where the headmaster will be giving the same speech for a third time.
Directly to the left of squad two is squad one. Liu Xiaotai, styled Fengyun, and Hong Linqi, styled Taiwu, are nestled right up to the left of squad two. The tanned skinned latter girl with the lustrous back hair and the eyes of piercing blue is one of the few brazen and/or foolish enough to actually have refused to leave their weapons at the door. She clings onto her long Ji as if it were the arm of her lover, her dirty worn leather boots up on the desk. Clearly she is not one for manners.
The former, Xiaotai, lays his face on the desk as if he were dead. He slumped over immediately after the headmaster had left the room and now shows absolutely no signs of wanting to be amongst the living. From short glimpses were caught of him, he seemed the ideal Imperial Scion, with the same regal golden eyes of the Imperial line and a set of pretty distinguished features that matched the expensive looking fur lined silk robes he wore. He cast a pretty stoic and dignified image, at least before he spent the entirely of the moments before the headmaster walked in playing governess to Linqi and trying to make her at least attempt a look of propriety before the most powerful person in the entire Academy.
The other two of squad one are father to the left and partially hidden behind their squadmates, away from squad two's prying eyes. Li Yiang, styled Qichuang, seems to be busy doodling with a piece of charcoal the boy produced from nowhere. The other, Nangcheng styled Daoming, merely watches over the other with the occasional addition by her slim white finger.
The other three squads behind squad two seem more or less in order. Kong Xiaozhi, styled Xuantai, seems to have exerted authority far more effectively than Xiaotai and managed to somehow get almost everyone in the back row to behave more or less. The seats from behind squad two seem to have been listening with great attention to the headmaster's speech- so ardently that the swish-swish of Cai Yu's, styled Jique, head nodding on every other full sentence of the headmaster's was even audible from the row in front. The only exception to that rule is the soft murmuring of Liu Ren, styled Xiaoji, as she dozes off on the shoulder of her older twin brother Liu Xin, styled Tongde. She looked especially worn as she entered the classroom, her golden eyes flittering between half open and shut with every step she took. Of her squadmates, Dong Que, styled Renye, has been sending a pretty piercing look at the backs of squad two for a while now, so much that even with their backs to him they can feel it. The cold black-eyed boy with the sharp brow had been the only one with a completely blank expression when squad five arrived in time to see the aftermath of the formation of squad two and the look in his eyes had been uncanny.
A few moments pass as the students in the classroom begin to stir from their fugue state under the oppressive gaze of the headmaster. A fresh breath of air. Those half asleep awaken. Those dead inside begin to revitalize. Then the door slams open and a familiar Jiangshi corpse puppet walks into the room on delicate steps.
"Freshman squadron two, I am here to lead you to your-" The great undead maiden beauty, clad in robes of light but flowing silk begins before she freezes at a familiar sight. Her piercing eyes lock onto squad two with precision accuracy so much that the whole room can follow her gaze. The heads of the room turn as the air grows tense.
And Hong Linqi attempts to muffle a derisive snort behind her hand, a amused look clear in her eyes.
@Laplace @Unimaginative @Suzu @Estro
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