Something's very wrong in this school. You can feel it in your bones.
But honestly, right now...
But honestly, right now...
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Fletcher
Process to process/ the halting of pace
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Something's very wrong in this school. You can feel it in your bones.
But honestly, right now, you don't really mind. Because the Science Club's just sent you an invitation, and all you have to do to join is demonstrate a possible affinity for their work.
To be honest, you've always wanted to join this club. It's not just any science club; it's Diligence University's Science Club, the best and brightest in the entire country. It's led by none other than Michel Hallow, someone who you're sure is going to do great things despite the black mark this university will lend to his name, a brilliant young man with a truly ridiculous wealth of scientific information. And he's all too willing to share it with his club. Even with the exclusivity of the club limiting any chances of being privy to that knowledge, you can dream. God, can you dream.
And- And your letter is so personal. Diligence Academy requires that each of its students submit an essay on any subject the student deems appropriate to the clubs they wish to join. The essays will be accessible to the club leaders, who can read any that they seem fit to and gauge whether they want a certain student in their club. You put a lot of work into yours, and it seems to have paid off. It's only your first year here, and you already have an invitation! The letter goes on about the club's interest in your work, focusing most especially on your evident fluency in...
. . [ ]Biological manipulation and modification. You've always been interested in biology, most especially in mutating the bodies of living organisms, and you'd chosen to write about that for your school essay.
. . [ ]Inventing. You've always been enamored with steampunk and the like, especially building grand machines that do what society deemed impossible. It seems your essay's topic has peaked their interest.
. . [ ]Computer technology and virtual realities. The idea of AIs and building realities with nothing but code is intellectually stimulating on multiple levels, and theoretically, it's a field you take great interest in.
. . [ ]Possible recreation of mythical creatures through experiments. You've always found yourself trying to rationalize how exactly creatures such as werewolves and vampires could exist, and the idea of making them is an area of study you like the sound of.
. . [ ]Time travel. The possibility of paradoxes, how time and its passing affects the universe, the possible repercussions of such a thing- all of those are risks you are willing to take to fix mistakes after they have been made, and you've taken to theorizing about whether it's possible.
. . [ ]Thaumaturgy. Or, as most people would refer to it, magic. You're sure that magic is just a series of reactions created by a fulfilling specific set of requirements, and with enough research... well, you've always hoped to wield that sort of power.
You feel like dancing. Or, well, maybe not dancing. But receiving a letter fills your body with an excited energy, and you want to just run for the club room and ask to join.
But...
That spark of excitement dulls a little when you recall your... circumstances. Something is very wrong in this school, and... well, you're pretty sure it's affecting you. Your world's started to falter a little around the edges. Odd things have been happening around you, things just a little bit off when compared to baseline reality. And it begun a few months back, when you first joined school.
. . [ ]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
. . [ ]Someone's been watching you. You don't know exactly who he is, and every question leads to students feigning ignorance or outright running from you. He never seems to speak to anyone, and you can only identify him by the pins on his blazer: a tiny white thing in the shape of a human heart and the coded ID badge of a certified member of the Science Club.
. . [ ]You've nearly died multiple times since you came to school. It's all been plausible, nothing as obvious as an assassination, but at this point you know the school nurse better than you know your lessons and there's a bed in the infirmiary sectioned off just for you.
. . [ ]Something's been trashing any extracurricular experiments you make. Simple machines are shattered, chemical compounds are spilled from high roofs, any animal test subjects are found dead- everything you try to start is sabotaged before it even begins. And you don't know why.
Still... this is the Science Club. The wealth of information and equipment they could provide, the projects they run and the people who could help you within... You can't say no. Not to them.
You'll just have to keep your hardships private. You can't give up this opportunity.
You take the form that came with the letter and start to fill it out.
. . [ ]Name?
. . [ ]Age?
. . [ ]Gender?
. . [ ]What do you consider your greatest strength?
. . [ ]What do you consider your greatest weakness?
. . [ ]Why are you interested in being a part of this club?
. . [ ]What would you give up your life for?
.
To anyone reading this quest: this will probably have as much scientific accuracy as your average sci-fi anime. The results of any scientific endeavours are going to be focused on much more than the specifics.
With that disclaimer out of the way, hi! Hopefully this quest turns out okay.
But honestly, right now, you don't really mind. Because the Science Club's just sent you an invitation, and all you have to do to join is demonstrate a possible affinity for their work.
To be honest, you've always wanted to join this club. It's not just any science club; it's Diligence University's Science Club, the best and brightest in the entire country. It's led by none other than Michel Hallow, someone who you're sure is going to do great things despite the black mark this university will lend to his name, a brilliant young man with a truly ridiculous wealth of scientific information. And he's all too willing to share it with his club. Even with the exclusivity of the club limiting any chances of being privy to that knowledge, you can dream. God, can you dream.
And- And your letter is so personal. Diligence Academy requires that each of its students submit an essay on any subject the student deems appropriate to the clubs they wish to join. The essays will be accessible to the club leaders, who can read any that they seem fit to and gauge whether they want a certain student in their club. You put a lot of work into yours, and it seems to have paid off. It's only your first year here, and you already have an invitation! The letter goes on about the club's interest in your work, focusing most especially on your evident fluency in...
. . [ ]Biological manipulation and modification. You've always been interested in biology, most especially in mutating the bodies of living organisms, and you'd chosen to write about that for your school essay.
. . [ ]Inventing. You've always been enamored with steampunk and the like, especially building grand machines that do what society deemed impossible. It seems your essay's topic has peaked their interest.
. . [ ]Computer technology and virtual realities. The idea of AIs and building realities with nothing but code is intellectually stimulating on multiple levels, and theoretically, it's a field you take great interest in.
. . [ ]Possible recreation of mythical creatures through experiments. You've always found yourself trying to rationalize how exactly creatures such as werewolves and vampires could exist, and the idea of making them is an area of study you like the sound of.
. . [ ]Time travel. The possibility of paradoxes, how time and its passing affects the universe, the possible repercussions of such a thing- all of those are risks you are willing to take to fix mistakes after they have been made, and you've taken to theorizing about whether it's possible.
. . [ ]Thaumaturgy. Or, as most people would refer to it, magic. You're sure that magic is just a series of reactions created by a fulfilling specific set of requirements, and with enough research... well, you've always hoped to wield that sort of power.
You feel like dancing. Or, well, maybe not dancing. But receiving a letter fills your body with an excited energy, and you want to just run for the club room and ask to join.
But...
That spark of excitement dulls a little when you recall your... circumstances. Something is very wrong in this school, and... well, you're pretty sure it's affecting you. Your world's started to falter a little around the edges. Odd things have been happening around you, things just a little bit off when compared to baseline reality. And it begun a few months back, when you first joined school.
. . [ ]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
. . [ ]Someone's been watching you. You don't know exactly who he is, and every question leads to students feigning ignorance or outright running from you. He never seems to speak to anyone, and you can only identify him by the pins on his blazer: a tiny white thing in the shape of a human heart and the coded ID badge of a certified member of the Science Club.
. . [ ]You've nearly died multiple times since you came to school. It's all been plausible, nothing as obvious as an assassination, but at this point you know the school nurse better than you know your lessons and there's a bed in the infirmiary sectioned off just for you.
. . [ ]Something's been trashing any extracurricular experiments you make. Simple machines are shattered, chemical compounds are spilled from high roofs, any animal test subjects are found dead- everything you try to start is sabotaged before it even begins. And you don't know why.
Still... this is the Science Club. The wealth of information and equipment they could provide, the projects they run and the people who could help you within... You can't say no. Not to them.
You'll just have to keep your hardships private. You can't give up this opportunity.
You take the form that came with the letter and start to fill it out.
. . [ ]Name?
. . [ ]Age?
. . [ ]Gender?
. . [ ]What do you consider your greatest strength?
. . [ ]What do you consider your greatest weakness?
. . [ ]Why are you interested in being a part of this club?
. . [ ]What would you give up your life for?
.
To anyone reading this quest: this will probably have as much scientific accuracy as your average sci-fi anime. The results of any scientific endeavours are going to be focused on much more than the specifics.
With that disclaimer out of the way, hi! Hopefully this quest turns out okay.
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[X]Possible recreation of mythical creatures through experiments. You've always found yourself trying to rationalize how exactly creatures such as werewolves and vampires could exist, and the idea of making them is an area of study you like the sound of.
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Sophia Blackfields
[X] Age: <Whichever is the norm for a first year at this school?> If none, 14
[X] Gender: Female
[X] Greatest Strength: Creativity
[X] Greatest Weakness: Impulsive
[X] Interest: To have the best and brightest working with you on your projects, and to see what they are interested in.
[X] Life: To create a whole new, viable sapient species.
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Sophia Blackfields
[X] Age: <Whichever is the norm for a first year at this school?> If none, 14
[X] Gender: Female
[X] Greatest Strength: Creativity
[X] Greatest Weakness: Impulsive
[X] Interest: To have the best and brightest working with you on your projects, and to see what they are interested in.
[X] Life: To create a whole new, viable sapient species.
- Location
- U S of A
[X]Possible recreation of mythical creatures through experiments. You've always found yourself trying to rationalize how exactly creatures such as werewolves and vampires could exist, and the idea of making them is an area of study you like the sound of.
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Sophia Blackfields
[X] Age: <Whichever is the norm for a first year at this school?> If none, 14
[X] Gender: Female
[X] Greatest Strength: Creativity
[X] Greatest Weakness: Impulsive
[X] Interest: To have the best and brightest working with you on your projects, and to see what they are interested in.
[X] Life: To create a whole new, viable sapient species.
creating a new species sounds cool
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Sophia Blackfields
[X] Age: <Whichever is the norm for a first year at this school?> If none, 14
[X] Gender: Female
[X] Greatest Strength: Creativity
[X] Greatest Weakness: Impulsive
[X] Interest: To have the best and brightest working with you on your projects, and to see what they are interested in.
[X] Life: To create a whole new, viable sapient species.
creating a new species sounds cool
- Location
- Somewhere
[X]Time travel. The possibility of paradoxes, how time and its passing affects the universe, the possible repercussions of such a thing- all of those are risks you are willing to take to fix mistakes after they have been made, and you've taken to theorizing about whether it's possible.
[X]Something's been trashing any extracurricular experiments you make. Simple machines are shattered, chemical compounds are spilled from high roofs, any animal test subjects are found dead- everything you try to start is sabotaged before it even begins. And you don't know why.
[X] Name: Mercury Aesling
[X] Age: 16
[X] Gender: Male
[X] Greatest Strength: Organization
[X] Greatest Weakness: Creativity
[X] Interest: To create an original idea that could amaze the world.
[X] Life: To live a happy, maybe successful or rewarding, lifestyle with all your friends.
[X]Something's been trashing any extracurricular experiments you make. Simple machines are shattered, chemical compounds are spilled from high roofs, any animal test subjects are found dead- everything you try to start is sabotaged before it even begins. And you don't know why.
[X] Name: Mercury Aesling
[X] Age: 16
[X] Gender: Male
[X] Greatest Strength: Organization
[X] Greatest Weakness: Creativity
[X] Interest: To create an original idea that could amaze the world.
[X] Life: To live a happy, maybe successful or rewarding, lifestyle with all your friends.
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[X]Possible recreation of mythical creatures through experiments. You've always found yourself trying to rationalize how exactly creatures such as werewolves and vampires could exist, and the idea of making them is an area of study you like the sound of.
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Sophia Blackfields
[X] Age: <Whichever is the norm for a first year at this school?> If none, 14
[X] Gender: Female
[X] Greatest Strength: Creativity
[X] Greatest Weakness: Impulsive
[X] Interest: To have the best and brightest working with you on your projects, and to see what they are interested in.
[X] Life: To create a whole new, viable sapient species.
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Sophia Blackfields
[X] Age: <Whichever is the norm for a first year at this school?> If none, 14
[X] Gender: Female
[X] Greatest Strength: Creativity
[X] Greatest Weakness: Impulsive
[X] Interest: To have the best and brightest working with you on your projects, and to see what they are interested in.
[X] Life: To create a whole new, viable sapient species.
Ink Garden
Enlightenment Through Savagery
- Location
- Ghana
[X]Thaumaturgy. Or, as most people refer to it, magic. You're sure that magic is just a series of reactions created by a fulfilling specific set of requirements, and with enough research... well, you've always hoped to wield that sort of power.
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X]Name: Jack Prairie
[X]Age: 14 (or first-year standard)
[X]Gender: Male
[X]What do you consider your greatest strength: Creativity
[X]What do you consider your greatest weakness: Pride
[X]Interest: The new horizons... The knowledge... The resources!
[X]Life: Find something new. Anything. As long as the discovery is your own...
I like weird MC's, mmk?
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X]Name: Jack Prairie
[X]Age: 14 (or first-year standard)
[X]Gender: Male
[X]What do you consider your greatest strength: Creativity
[X]What do you consider your greatest weakness: Pride
[X]Interest: The new horizons... The knowledge... The resources!
[X]Life: Find something new. Anything. As long as the discovery is your own...
I like weird MC's, mmk?
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
[x]Time travel. The possibility of paradoxes, how time and its passing affects the universe, the possible repercussions of such a thing- all of those are risks you are willing to take to fix mistakes after they have been made, and you've taken to theorizing about whether it's possible.
[x]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Mercury Aesling
[X] Age: 16
[X] Gender: Male
[X] Greatest Strength: Organization
[X] Greatest Weakness: Creativity
[X] Interest: To create an original idea that could amaze the world.
[X] Life: To live a happy, maybe successful or rewarding, lifestyle with all your friends.
[x]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Mercury Aesling
[X] Age: 16
[X] Gender: Male
[X] Greatest Strength: Organization
[X] Greatest Weakness: Creativity
[X] Interest: To create an original idea that could amaze the world.
[X] Life: To live a happy, maybe successful or rewarding, lifestyle with all your friends.
Personal Log [1B]
Fletcher
Process to process/ the halting of pace
- Location
- Philippines
[X]Possible recreation of mythical creatures through experiments. You've always found yourself trying to rationalize how exactly creatures such as werewolves and vampires could exist, and the idea of making them is an area of study you like the sound of.
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Sophia Blackfields
[X] Age: <Whichever is the norm for a first year at this school?> If none, 14
[X] Gender: Female
[X] Greatest Strength: Creativity
[X] Greatest Weakness: Impulsive
[X] Interest: To have the best and brightest working with you on your projects, and to see what they are interested in.
[X] Life: To create a whole new, viable sapient species.
.
You fill out the form with no problem, adding all the details they ask for needlessly. Honestly, most of this is just a formality, isn't it? Name, Sophia Blackfields; they'd know that from the essay you submitted. Age, 14; a little younger than expected for high school, but Diligence University's never really had a lowest or highest age range, allowing people of all ages to start and finish their education. Female; that was on your file too, wasn't it? And they have to have read your file to figure out your basic information.
The others, though... that's a little less routine. You push down the urge to add in a false weakness like "works too hard"- it's never really been your thing, lying about yourself so obviously. They'd appreciate truth more. Creativity is something you find comes easy, the unconventional and the beautiful everything you've ever dreamed of. And it's manifested in an impulsiveness you're not too stupid to dismiss; you go for your solutions first and do as you wish, which has resulted both in a variety of works in progress and in a tendency to ignore consequences in favour of fleeting ideas.
You're interested in the Science Club because of the possibility it offers you. There are so many people there, brilliant and intelligent and clever enough to excel with the guidance Hallow offers. You'd like to meet them, to work with them and receive both their advice and their assistance. Maybe... Maybe, if you succeed in your dream, in creating an entirely new and sapient species, it will be under the club's tutelage.
You check your watch. The letter asked that you come to the club at five-thirty, listing a specific area on the school map. You expected them to meet in a science classroom or something of the like, but... no, it's not there. Instead, the meeting appears to be taking place at what used to be the school's gym, a large, paved square of land with a roof that was clearly newly built and a few tables set up for unknown reasons.
The reasons don't seem so unknown now, you think to yourself. It's to be the club room. Well, at least it leaves a lot of open space for your experiments. Fires would be much easier to contain there.
Today should just be an introduction day. Which makes the request that you change into gym clothes and that you bring some sort of... escape item? Well, it's far more worrying, knowing that. You don't have much- biological engineering is generally far slower than just making some kind of grappling hook- but it'd probably be best to bring along something related to your work, just for extra credit. You mull over your options.
You'll bring...
[ ]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
[ ]A clumsily made invention, a flashbang that tests have revealed can blind someone for up to a minute without eye protection. It's not as precise as you hoped it would be, but it'll buy you a bit of time should you need to break free of something.
[ ]Write-in.
You pick up your chosen item, slipping it into a satchel and changing quickly into your gym uniform. Eight o'clock. You have thirty minutes.
You steel your nerves and throw the door open, ready to start your journey...
...and accidentally slam the wood into someone passing by, a short-ish boy with messy brown hair and a letter in his hands. He curses loudly, falling to the ground and subsequently banging his elbow against the concrete floor. Even more cursing follows.
"Oh, shit! I am so, so sorry!" You did not mean to do that. At all.
"No, no, it's fine!" He stands, rubbing the bump on his head. A second later, he pulls his hand away with a hiss. "Or, ah.. not that fine. But I'll live." He opens his eyes, revealing an unnatural, almost reflective shimmer to his brown eyes. "Ignore it. Althorn Sinnar, nice to meetcha."
"... Sophia Blackfields. Likewise." You don't mean to pause, either, but... you catch sight of the text on his letter. It's in the same meticulous handwriting as your own invitation letter, and it's stamped with the same official-looking seal of the Diligence Science Club.
[ ]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
. . [ ]Walk with him if he is.
. . [ ]Go there alone even if he's headed the same way.
[ ]Leave it be. He might have just picked the letter up.
[ ]Write-in.
[X]You've been losing time. Blackouts, little blank spaces of memory- you can blink and find yourself rooms away from where you were a second before. And no-one seems to know where you are after your mind shuts off. Not the cameras, not the people you talk to, and not even you.
[X] Name: Sophia Blackfields
[X] Age: <Whichever is the norm for a first year at this school?> If none, 14
[X] Gender: Female
[X] Greatest Strength: Creativity
[X] Greatest Weakness: Impulsive
[X] Interest: To have the best and brightest working with you on your projects, and to see what they are interested in.
[X] Life: To create a whole new, viable sapient species.
.
You fill out the form with no problem, adding all the details they ask for needlessly. Honestly, most of this is just a formality, isn't it? Name, Sophia Blackfields; they'd know that from the essay you submitted. Age, 14; a little younger than expected for high school, but Diligence University's never really had a lowest or highest age range, allowing people of all ages to start and finish their education. Female; that was on your file too, wasn't it? And they have to have read your file to figure out your basic information.
The others, though... that's a little less routine. You push down the urge to add in a false weakness like "works too hard"- it's never really been your thing, lying about yourself so obviously. They'd appreciate truth more. Creativity is something you find comes easy, the unconventional and the beautiful everything you've ever dreamed of. And it's manifested in an impulsiveness you're not too stupid to dismiss; you go for your solutions first and do as you wish, which has resulted both in a variety of works in progress and in a tendency to ignore consequences in favour of fleeting ideas.
You're interested in the Science Club because of the possibility it offers you. There are so many people there, brilliant and intelligent and clever enough to excel with the guidance Hallow offers. You'd like to meet them, to work with them and receive both their advice and their assistance. Maybe... Maybe, if you succeed in your dream, in creating an entirely new and sapient species, it will be under the club's tutelage.
You check your watch. The letter asked that you come to the club at five-thirty, listing a specific area on the school map. You expected them to meet in a science classroom or something of the like, but... no, it's not there. Instead, the meeting appears to be taking place at what used to be the school's gym, a large, paved square of land with a roof that was clearly newly built and a few tables set up for unknown reasons.
The reasons don't seem so unknown now, you think to yourself. It's to be the club room. Well, at least it leaves a lot of open space for your experiments. Fires would be much easier to contain there.
Today should just be an introduction day. Which makes the request that you change into gym clothes and that you bring some sort of... escape item? Well, it's far more worrying, knowing that. You don't have much- biological engineering is generally far slower than just making some kind of grappling hook- but it'd probably be best to bring along something related to your work, just for extra credit. You mull over your options.
You'll bring...
[ ]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
[ ]A clumsily made invention, a flashbang that tests have revealed can blind someone for up to a minute without eye protection. It's not as precise as you hoped it would be, but it'll buy you a bit of time should you need to break free of something.
[ ]Write-in.
You pick up your chosen item, slipping it into a satchel and changing quickly into your gym uniform. Eight o'clock. You have thirty minutes.
You steel your nerves and throw the door open, ready to start your journey...
...and accidentally slam the wood into someone passing by, a short-ish boy with messy brown hair and a letter in his hands. He curses loudly, falling to the ground and subsequently banging his elbow against the concrete floor. Even more cursing follows.
"Oh, shit! I am so, so sorry!" You did not mean to do that. At all.
"No, no, it's fine!" He stands, rubbing the bump on his head. A second later, he pulls his hand away with a hiss. "Or, ah.. not that fine. But I'll live." He opens his eyes, revealing an unnatural, almost reflective shimmer to his brown eyes. "Ignore it. Althorn Sinnar, nice to meetcha."
"... Sophia Blackfields. Likewise." You don't mean to pause, either, but... you catch sight of the text on his letter. It's in the same meticulous handwriting as your own invitation letter, and it's stamped with the same official-looking seal of the Diligence Science Club.
[ ]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
. . [ ]Walk with him if he is.
. . [ ]Go there alone even if he's headed the same way.
[ ]Leave it be. He might have just picked the letter up.
[ ]Write-in.
- Location
- U S of A
[X]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
[X]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
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TenMoreMiles
rotating 梅长苏 in my head 24/7
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- It/Its/They/Them
[X]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[x]A clumsily made invention, a flashbang that tests have revealed can blind someone for up to a minute without eye protection. It's not as precise as you hoped it would be, but it'll buy you a bit of time should you need to break free of something.
[x]Leave it be. He might have just picked the letter up.
[x]Leave it be. He might have just picked the letter up.
KnownParadox
Not a sphere
- Location
- Canada
[X]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
I see no possible way for this to go wrong. Let's do this.
- Location
- PA
[X]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
...I mean, the other option sounds like a once-off item. Versus a biology-based ten-metre whip that doubles as joke-making machine!
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
...I mean, the other option sounds like a once-off item. Versus a biology-based ten-metre whip that doubles as joke-making machine!
[X]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
Personal Log [1C]
Fletcher
Process to process/ the halting of pace
- Location
- Philippines
Wow, was this one long. A quick note; my exams are coming up, so I might not be able to post until next week, about Tuesday or Wednesday. Sorry for the delay!
[X]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
You're very proud of the tentacle! It's doing its best! And it seems to really like cuddles.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
.
"Are you going to the Science Club meeting, too?" you ask, the pride that had welled up within you at the letter dimming in intensity just a little. You hoped you'd be the only one... But that doesn't matter! It just means you'll have more allies! Or, more interestingly, some extra competition. Althorn looks so careless that he's got to either be a genius or very, very good at information theft, and both would certainly be a way to spice up your day.
With the oddly artificial shine to his eyes, you'd bet on genius. No thief would be stupid enough to parade what must be technologically advanced eye contacts out in the open.
"That thing? Oh, yeah." He eyes the way your satchel bulges apprehensively, a hand slipping into an equally distended pocket. Some kind of weapon, you'd assume. "Seems fun and all. Honestly, though, I'm just going to see what all the fuss is about. If a club's elite enough to have some sort of elaborate membership filtering, it's got to be something."
You feel something in your brain snap, like a car being pulled to too sudden a stop. The world smells like sickness, the cloying, sharp scent of iron and blood, and you find yourself irrationally, unnaturally angry. "... Oh? So you're just here for the hell of it?" How in hell did he get into the club?
"I was bound to get into something. Applying for all the clubs at once means a lot of failsafes." The brunette grins smugly at you, as if he doesn't know exactly how wrong this sheer audacity is. You take back everything you said about him. Except the bad things. "What about you, Blackfields? How'd they pick you up?"
"I applied," you say sharply, "and they accepted."
"Oh, neat! Weird; no-one else I've asked seems to have a letter. Ah, well; maybe I just haven't asked enough people."
"Indeed." You get the words out through gritted teeth. "After all, the club seems to be less exclusive than it's made out to be. As far as I can tell, it'll let a whole lot of idiots in. You'd know, wouldn't you?"
The silence in the hallway is almost deafening.
"... Hey." Althnorn's voice is unnervingly cold, and his contacts light up in a dangerous shade of purple. "What the hell did you just say about me?"
"I'd say it again," you snap. "You don't seem to have too much appreciation for what this kind of club could mean."
Faster than you can retaliate, the boy is pinning you to the wall, something that feels suspiciously like the barrel of a gun pressed deadly serious against your stomach. Despite yourself, you feel a slightly mad grin forming on your face. It's been a while since you've been in a proper hallway fight. And one with stakes as high as this... oh, this is new. Beautifully, intoxicatingly new.
"Do you find baking soda volcanoes very interesting, Blackfields? Making chemicals go kaboom in an Erlenmeyer flask?" The gun starts to glow a little against the cloth of your school blazer, the same shade of purple as Althorn's augmented eyes. "You really think pulling shit for some high school club is worth it?"
You don't answer him. Instead, you glare right into the brightness of his eyes and laugh.
The tentacle you brought with you snaps his hand to the side with almost bone-breaking speed, sending the slightly smaller boy crashing into the ground. You pet your creation as a reward, staring down at the student you've defeated victoriously. "If I didn't think it was worth it, your hand would still be fine."
It's quiet. Too quiet. And suddenly, you're deathly aware of the camera at the end of the hall.
Your senses return to you in an instant, leaving you with a realization and horror creeping up on you. Althorn seems to feel the same, the hostile glow gone and replaced with primal terror.
What the hell was that?
You shake it off quickly, feeling the blood rushing out of your head. "Shit! I-"
"What the-"
"I don't know either!" You most definitely did not mean to do that. At all. But the evidence is righht in front of you: a student injured, an unused gun tossed aside, and the camera watching, watching, watching.
Althorn responds first, somehow, snapping out of his surprise. "I pulled a gun on you."
"I nearly broke your wrist!"
"... You have a tentacle in your bag?"
"Leave it be! It had nothing to do with this." Well, a little. But it responds swiftly when you're angry, and- and you were so, so very angry. "I- fuck, I'm sorry."
"Sorry? That was- That was insane!" Althorn laughs, looking concerningly pleased. "Maybe this school wasn't such a bad choice, after all."
... You literally almost broke his wrist.
"Come on! The Science Club meets in a few minutes." He takes your arm with his uninjured hand, pulling you to the club room without so much as a glance behind.
Yeah, you have no idea what's going on.
You don't care that much about the Science Club. Really. You don't. So what the actual, godforsaken heck was that all about?
You don't get answers even when you've arrived.
The club room isn't what you'd imagined it to be- for one, it's outdoors rather than in a nice covered space- but it's beautiful all the same. The space on every table but one has been filled almost completely with the results of experiments and with dozens of different inventions, from a fish flashing thousands of colours to a cloak that blinks in and out of invisibility. Machines you don't know the purpose of send smoke wafting into the air, and sets of coloured chemicals are arranged in what looks to be random order near the back.
The only table that's clear is the one with three people sitting at it. One is tall, broad, with dark skin and darker hair and tiny scars all over his flesh, the most striking of which is a pale one just under his green eyes. One has a similar complexion, but instead has a more lean frame and is splattered with oil and paint both. And the last...
The last, with a long black braid and a welcoming smile, is the club leader, Michel Hallow. He stands, and practically the whole room falls silent.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Do have a seat; the main event's about to start, and being uncomfortable then really would be terrible, wouldn't it?" He smiles beatifically. "As most of you probably know or guessed, my name is Michel, and I've been elected the president of this amazing club. Thank you all for coming."
You aren't blind to how the paint-covered student is decidedly not looking at him, nor do you not see the way the scarred student looks at him like he hung the moon. You store the information away for later.
"For now... well, this is a welcoming ceremony, after all. Would any new additions like to introduce themselves?"
[ ]Stand up and introduce yourself.
[ ]Wait for someone else to start before introducing yourself.
[ ]Don't speak.
[X]An experiment of yours: a living tentacle, one that feeds off of your body heat and can stretch up to ten metres before risking physical damage. It's mutating a little, but you don't think that's going to hinder you in using it as an escape item, however you're going to use it.
You're very proud of the tentacle! It's doing its best! And it seems to really like cuddles.
[X]Ask if he's heading for the introduction ceremony.
- [X]Walk with him if he is.
.
"Are you going to the Science Club meeting, too?" you ask, the pride that had welled up within you at the letter dimming in intensity just a little. You hoped you'd be the only one... But that doesn't matter! It just means you'll have more allies! Or, more interestingly, some extra competition. Althorn looks so careless that he's got to either be a genius or very, very good at information theft, and both would certainly be a way to spice up your day.
With the oddly artificial shine to his eyes, you'd bet on genius. No thief would be stupid enough to parade what must be technologically advanced eye contacts out in the open.
"That thing? Oh, yeah." He eyes the way your satchel bulges apprehensively, a hand slipping into an equally distended pocket. Some kind of weapon, you'd assume. "Seems fun and all. Honestly, though, I'm just going to see what all the fuss is about. If a club's elite enough to have some sort of elaborate membership filtering, it's got to be something."
You feel something in your brain snap, like a car being pulled to too sudden a stop. The world smells like sickness, the cloying, sharp scent of iron and blood, and you find yourself irrationally, unnaturally angry. "... Oh? So you're just here for the hell of it?" How in hell did he get into the club?
"I was bound to get into something. Applying for all the clubs at once means a lot of failsafes." The brunette grins smugly at you, as if he doesn't know exactly how wrong this sheer audacity is. You take back everything you said about him. Except the bad things. "What about you, Blackfields? How'd they pick you up?"
"I applied," you say sharply, "and they accepted."
"Oh, neat! Weird; no-one else I've asked seems to have a letter. Ah, well; maybe I just haven't asked enough people."
"Indeed." You get the words out through gritted teeth. "After all, the club seems to be less exclusive than it's made out to be. As far as I can tell, it'll let a whole lot of idiots in. You'd know, wouldn't you?"
The silence in the hallway is almost deafening.
"... Hey." Althnorn's voice is unnervingly cold, and his contacts light up in a dangerous shade of purple. "What the hell did you just say about me?"
"I'd say it again," you snap. "You don't seem to have too much appreciation for what this kind of club could mean."
Faster than you can retaliate, the boy is pinning you to the wall, something that feels suspiciously like the barrel of a gun pressed deadly serious against your stomach. Despite yourself, you feel a slightly mad grin forming on your face. It's been a while since you've been in a proper hallway fight. And one with stakes as high as this... oh, this is new. Beautifully, intoxicatingly new.
"Do you find baking soda volcanoes very interesting, Blackfields? Making chemicals go kaboom in an Erlenmeyer flask?" The gun starts to glow a little against the cloth of your school blazer, the same shade of purple as Althorn's augmented eyes. "You really think pulling shit for some high school club is worth it?"
You don't answer him. Instead, you glare right into the brightness of his eyes and laugh.
The tentacle you brought with you snaps his hand to the side with almost bone-breaking speed, sending the slightly smaller boy crashing into the ground. You pet your creation as a reward, staring down at the student you've defeated victoriously. "If I didn't think it was worth it, your hand would still be fine."
It's quiet. Too quiet. And suddenly, you're deathly aware of the camera at the end of the hall.
Your senses return to you in an instant, leaving you with a realization and horror creeping up on you. Althorn seems to feel the same, the hostile glow gone and replaced with primal terror.
What the hell was that?
You shake it off quickly, feeling the blood rushing out of your head. "Shit! I-"
"What the-"
"I don't know either!" You most definitely did not mean to do that. At all. But the evidence is righht in front of you: a student injured, an unused gun tossed aside, and the camera watching, watching, watching.
Althorn responds first, somehow, snapping out of his surprise. "I pulled a gun on you."
"I nearly broke your wrist!"
"... You have a tentacle in your bag?"
"Leave it be! It had nothing to do with this." Well, a little. But it responds swiftly when you're angry, and- and you were so, so very angry. "I- fuck, I'm sorry."
"Sorry? That was- That was insane!" Althorn laughs, looking concerningly pleased. "Maybe this school wasn't such a bad choice, after all."
... You literally almost broke his wrist.
"Come on! The Science Club meets in a few minutes." He takes your arm with his uninjured hand, pulling you to the club room without so much as a glance behind.
Yeah, you have no idea what's going on.
You don't care that much about the Science Club. Really. You don't. So what the actual, godforsaken heck was that all about?
You don't get answers even when you've arrived.
The club room isn't what you'd imagined it to be- for one, it's outdoors rather than in a nice covered space- but it's beautiful all the same. The space on every table but one has been filled almost completely with the results of experiments and with dozens of different inventions, from a fish flashing thousands of colours to a cloak that blinks in and out of invisibility. Machines you don't know the purpose of send smoke wafting into the air, and sets of coloured chemicals are arranged in what looks to be random order near the back.
The only table that's clear is the one with three people sitting at it. One is tall, broad, with dark skin and darker hair and tiny scars all over his flesh, the most striking of which is a pale one just under his green eyes. One has a similar complexion, but instead has a more lean frame and is splattered with oil and paint both. And the last...
The last, with a long black braid and a welcoming smile, is the club leader, Michel Hallow. He stands, and practically the whole room falls silent.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Do have a seat; the main event's about to start, and being uncomfortable then really would be terrible, wouldn't it?" He smiles beatifically. "As most of you probably know or guessed, my name is Michel, and I've been elected the president of this amazing club. Thank you all for coming."
You aren't blind to how the paint-covered student is decidedly not looking at him, nor do you not see the way the scarred student looks at him like he hung the moon. You store the information away for later.
"For now... well, this is a welcoming ceremony, after all. Would any new additions like to introduce themselves?"
[ ]Stand up and introduce yourself.
[ ]Wait for someone else to start before introducing yourself.
[ ]Don't speak.
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[X]Wait for someone else to start before introducing yourself.
I have many questions
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Doesn't the phrase sound backwards?
[x]Wait for someone else to start before introducing yourself.
KnownParadox
Not a sphere
- Location
- Canada
Fletcher
Process to process/ the halting of pace
- Location
- Philippines
Fixed it, I think! I didn't realize it'd be so unclear.
Oh, faeries! God, that's a lot to play around with. Faeries would be fun. Doesn't have to just be faeries, though.
... And, um... Who would that be?
Personal Log [1D]
Fletcher
Process to process/ the halting of pace
- Location
- Philippines
[X]Stand up and introduce yourself.
.
You're up before you can register it, raising your hand high as you move. Althorn, who's found a seat somewhere to the side, is staring at you warily, but you shut him out easily. You're the only one who dared.
"Yes?" Michel gestures to you, his pleasant smile widening slightly. Must be the enthusiasm. "Your name and specialty, please."
"Sophia Blackfields!" you say proudly, stance going a bit straighter. "I'm studying biology, mutation, and biological engineering, sir!"
"Oh, that sounds amazing." His eyes fall shut, a slightly dreamy look on his face. "I'm a biologist myself. Or, rather, I'm training to be. Perhaps we could create something together? You'll have to show me your work sometime, Sophia. I'd love to study it in full detail."
You frown slightly at the response. Full sounded weird being emphasized. And something in how he said it must have made the scarred student angry, because he's glaring at you for some reason. You think that look's been called possessive, but you can't really be sure.
"Yes," Michel mutters almost to himself, "it'll be amazing to make your acquaintance."
You sneak a glance beside Michel. His companion is still looking at you. The anger in his glare is worse.
[ ]Flip that student off.
[ ]Do not flip him off.
The student growls- outright growls, like a dragon or a guard dog- and is promptly cut off by Michel reaching over and holding his hand. The club leader opens his eyes. "Why did you join this club, Sophia?"
"To have geniuses work with me to fulfill our goals and achieve true scientific advancement, sir! All preferably before the age of eighteen, just to rub it in the government's face." You pause to think about it. "And also to make friends or something."
Your response results in multiple people giggling to themselves, some whispering to their seatmates about something that was probably you.
Great! People are noticing you already!
"Would anyone else like to introduce themselves?" Michel asks when you're done. His fond smile is slightly faded. You wonder why.
A few students look around nervously, but that nervousness is pretty much evaporated when a girl with a tired, polite smile raises her hand. "My name is Marry Ambrose, sir. My current focus is on theoretical temporal manipulation and potential physical or mental transportation of individuals and collectives both through the timestream, and I believe I am closer to achieving my objective as I was the year before. My goal here is to invent, innovate, and create new possibilities with the best present within this club."
The speed and sheer familiarity with which she says that makes you frown. You take a seat beside Althorn- he looks pretty damn lonely, of course, it's the only reason you'd ever consider doing that- and whisper to him. "You think she's introduced herself like this before?"
"... What?" He raises an eyebrow. "Sorry- did you get any of that? I have no idea what she said."
"Short answer, time travel." He had better be a veritable genius, you swear to god. "Marry Ambrose. Wannabe time traveller. So you think she's said these exact words before?"
"Oh. Like- time travelled every time she messed up the speech?" Althorn peeks over your head. It's kind of funny- he's barely taller than you, and he has to push your head down a little. "Well, it'd explain how done she looks with all of us."
You nod, turning in time to see her sit down and to see a creepily tall man stand up, introduced as Basil Veritae and as a thaumaturgical practicioner. Marry meets your eye, her face scrunches up, and she looks away from you. You hope you don't fuck too much up in the future. It's concerning when the time traveller avoids you.
"You want to introduce yourself?" you ask Althorn. "People'll be really interested to know how you built that gun you almost shot me with."
"Gun?" He blinks innocently at you. You don't believe a second of it. "What gun?"
"You know what I'm talking about," you say, a hand straying down to pet your pet. The tentacle makes a happy, slightly gurgly noise, like someone choking on watery jelly, and the student beside you scoots her chair away from your bag surreptitiously. "Introduce them to your tech."
He pauses, something contemplative coming over his face, and then grins. "What if I say no?"
[ ]Tell him to do it anyway.
[ ]Leave him be.
[ ]Leave him be. While snarking about his cowardice and how pathetic it is that he's not even brave enough to introduce himself.
[ ]Introduce him yourself.
[ ]Write-in.
.
You're up before you can register it, raising your hand high as you move. Althorn, who's found a seat somewhere to the side, is staring at you warily, but you shut him out easily. You're the only one who dared.
"Yes?" Michel gestures to you, his pleasant smile widening slightly. Must be the enthusiasm. "Your name and specialty, please."
"Sophia Blackfields!" you say proudly, stance going a bit straighter. "I'm studying biology, mutation, and biological engineering, sir!"
"Oh, that sounds amazing." His eyes fall shut, a slightly dreamy look on his face. "I'm a biologist myself. Or, rather, I'm training to be. Perhaps we could create something together? You'll have to show me your work sometime, Sophia. I'd love to study it in full detail."
You frown slightly at the response. Full sounded weird being emphasized. And something in how he said it must have made the scarred student angry, because he's glaring at you for some reason. You think that look's been called possessive, but you can't really be sure.
"Yes," Michel mutters almost to himself, "it'll be amazing to make your acquaintance."
You sneak a glance beside Michel. His companion is still looking at you. The anger in his glare is worse.
[ ]Flip that student off.
[ ]Do not flip him off.
The student growls- outright growls, like a dragon or a guard dog- and is promptly cut off by Michel reaching over and holding his hand. The club leader opens his eyes. "Why did you join this club, Sophia?"
"To have geniuses work with me to fulfill our goals and achieve true scientific advancement, sir! All preferably before the age of eighteen, just to rub it in the government's face." You pause to think about it. "And also to make friends or something."
Your response results in multiple people giggling to themselves, some whispering to their seatmates about something that was probably you.
Great! People are noticing you already!
"Would anyone else like to introduce themselves?" Michel asks when you're done. His fond smile is slightly faded. You wonder why.
A few students look around nervously, but that nervousness is pretty much evaporated when a girl with a tired, polite smile raises her hand. "My name is Marry Ambrose, sir. My current focus is on theoretical temporal manipulation and potential physical or mental transportation of individuals and collectives both through the timestream, and I believe I am closer to achieving my objective as I was the year before. My goal here is to invent, innovate, and create new possibilities with the best present within this club."
The speed and sheer familiarity with which she says that makes you frown. You take a seat beside Althorn- he looks pretty damn lonely, of course, it's the only reason you'd ever consider doing that- and whisper to him. "You think she's introduced herself like this before?"
"... What?" He raises an eyebrow. "Sorry- did you get any of that? I have no idea what she said."
"Short answer, time travel." He had better be a veritable genius, you swear to god. "Marry Ambrose. Wannabe time traveller. So you think she's said these exact words before?"
"Oh. Like- time travelled every time she messed up the speech?" Althorn peeks over your head. It's kind of funny- he's barely taller than you, and he has to push your head down a little. "Well, it'd explain how done she looks with all of us."
You nod, turning in time to see her sit down and to see a creepily tall man stand up, introduced as Basil Veritae and as a thaumaturgical practicioner. Marry meets your eye, her face scrunches up, and she looks away from you. You hope you don't fuck too much up in the future. It's concerning when the time traveller avoids you.
"You want to introduce yourself?" you ask Althorn. "People'll be really interested to know how you built that gun you almost shot me with."
"Gun?" He blinks innocently at you. You don't believe a second of it. "What gun?"
"You know what I'm talking about," you say, a hand straying down to pet your pet. The tentacle makes a happy, slightly gurgly noise, like someone choking on watery jelly, and the student beside you scoots her chair away from your bag surreptitiously. "Introduce them to your tech."
He pauses, something contemplative coming over his face, and then grins. "What if I say no?"
[ ]Tell him to do it anyway.
[ ]Leave him be.
[ ]Leave him be. While snarking about his cowardice and how pathetic it is that he's not even brave enough to introduce himself.
[ ]Introduce him yourself.
[ ]Write-in.
KnownParadox
Not a sphere
- Location
- Canada
[X]Leave him be.
-[X]If he doesn't speak, subtlety move away from him incase something happens, wouldn't want to be in any hypothetical splash zone.
-[X]If he doesn't speak, subtlety move away from him incase something happens, wouldn't want to be in any hypothetical splash zone.