Dagger
Second Years 
the little canary
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Post by Dagger on Nov 23, 2009 2:04:09 GMT -5
"It's a vast, swirling wonderland of sparkling white pleasure. Let it fill your senses with cascading fluffy pillows of excitement and comfort, as you've never felt them before." - Patrick Star in "Survival of the Idiots" _________________________________ While many students at the academy were spending their Saturday morning sleeping in, Garnet, upon seeing what lay outside, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and rushed out without a second thought. She stood outside of the Entrance Hall, wrapped snugly in layers of wool and fleece, and paused to marvel at the sight before venturing forth.
Of course, snow was nothing new to Garnet. In fact, back in Alexandria, they were greeted by it in droves with every winter season. It whispered in silently, usually under the cover of night, so that the next day when everyone woke up to start their mornings it was already there, like an old friend dropping by for a surprise visit. Nothing, from the caramel shingles upon the roofs of Alexandrian houses, to the cobblestone paths running throughout the city, was spared from sporting a white coat. It lounged there, beckoning to everyone, even the most miserly souls, to come out and play.
But as much as the princess had begged and pleaded and schemed and bribed, she had never been allowed so much as an afternoon of romping in the snow for fear that she might become ill and die of consumption. It was always a variation of that same excuse when it came to depriving her of activities otherwise typical of children. ("No going near the chocobo barn, they shall trample you!" "Absolutely no swimming in the lake, Your Highness, you might develop cramps and drown!")
Instead, each winter, she was reduced to watching other children play when they rode through the kingdom in an open sleigh for whatever festival or parade they might be attending. If on these occasions she'd catch a young girl's eye, Garnet could swear that they would regard one another with equal fascination and envy.
As she got older, though, the childish desire that struck every winter began to ebb, and was replaced by the feeling of just being more locked up than usual. It still left her feeling rather restless, but by then there were more pressing matters to preoccupy her.
So now, when she found herself before the sprawling grounds of the freshly-covered-in-snow academy, free of her bothersome hoop skirts and a procession of fussy maids and scroll-toting advisors (not to mention the Captain of the Pluto Knights,) it was all she could do not to give a victorious whoop and dive head-first into the nearest powdery snowdrift.
Actually, Garnet retained a sliver of composure by giving a brisk search of her surroundings, just to ensure that no one was watching (despite it all, she still felt like she was misbehaving,) before she gave a squeal and plopped onto her back. An unchecked grin was testimony to just how much she was enjoying her newfound freedom here at this school. She lay there, arms spread contentedly on either side of her, and watched her breath, white as the surrounding snow, float upwards like smoke. |
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Post by Larxene on Nov 23, 2009 23:24:13 GMT -5
Larxene usually wasn't much for snow, but today she was feeling a bit..well playful, walking out in a thick coat and a touqe, her teal gaze glancing around at the winter snowland. Her gloved hands picked up a bunch of snow, and balled it up, randomly throwing it. She was bored. Boredom was a state of mind, NOT an emotion so she was allowed to have it. She yawned a little. Her breath puffed out in small white clouds. She was rather tired, having barely slept during the past month. She had gotten more and more into trouble lately, and it was ticking her off. She had long since quit with that irritating silver dress. She sighed and sat down in the snow, taking off her soft blue gloves, she stared at her hands "..Ugly.." She muttered and put the gloves back on.
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Post by Grell Sutcliff on Nov 23, 2009 23:39:05 GMT -5
Grell ran outside to see the snow rushing down. His long red hair draped behind him. "Oh! Oh Ho! I love snow!" He exclaimed in that wonderful high pitch that only he could pull off so well. Grell ran about, enjoying his heels digging into the cool snow. It felt so good. His black gloved hands moved into the snow as he knelt down. The cold water soaking into the slik material.
He purred warmly and sighed. This was way to good. Even with his jacket half down on his back, he did not mind the cold. It felt so good. He was admiring his own business till-
SPLAT!
A snowball nailed him right in the face and sent him hitting the snow hard. His glasses falling in the other direction. His face turned red with anger and he quickly regained his height by standing on his heels. Leaving his red rimmed glasses to the ground for now. Looking with a mad glare, he saw who threw it. It was that young blonde girl from his sewing class a few weeks ago. With a soft yet, passionate huff, Grell knelt down to the snow and took a good handful of it. Looking up at the now preoccupied Larxene, Grell sent a snowball at her, head on.
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Post by William T. Spears on Nov 24, 2009 17:42:59 GMT -5
“Hmph.” Standing a few feet away, William watched with criticizing eyes. “What a waste of time.” Using his clipper-scythe, he adjusted his glasses, a small frown set upon his stern face. As he brushed snow from his shoulders, he glared at the back of Grell’s head, contemplating whether or not he should stoop to their level and peg him with a snowball. It would be somewhat of a payback for his unanticipated disappearance… but, knowing Grell, he would more likely throw one back in response. Scoffing, William kicked snow from his polished shoes, dark green eyes set upon burning a hole in the back of the effeminate death god’s skull.
‘I thought his escapade with Angelina Durless was the furthest he could stoop, but teaching these wretches?’ Rubbing his right temple, he argued mentally with himself over whether or not he should approach his former coworker, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. The anticipated ‘Oh, Will~!’ was not something he wanted to endure, especially when he had arrived only moments ago. But, on the plus side, the higher-ups had swayed the school board into allowing him the position of Disciplinarian. Thinking of what punishments he could make the students endure almost brought a smile to his lips… almost.
‘It’s now or never. If I don’t make my presence known now, he’ll find out sooner or later.’
He pointed his clipper-scythe at the back of Grell’s head. With a twitch of his thumb, the head of it shot forward, and hit the death god with a muffled ‘thwack!’. Striding towards him, he pushed up his glasses, coming to a halt only a foot from the reaper. “That’s for making me waste my time by coming here, Sutcliffe. You shouldn’t have deserted your post in London.”
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Post by Grell Sutcliff on Nov 25, 2009 13:25:47 GMT -5
Grell heard and oddly familiar hump sound from behind him. Grell ignored it for a time. He awaited to see if his little snow ball hit the target or missed entirely but before long-
"THWAK!"
William's weapon hit Grell in the back of the head, sending Grell to hit the snow...painfully. "GAH!!" Greel hissed and held his head, keeping his face in the snow.
Golden eyes wide, unsure as to what to really say or do to the man that he somewhat..loved yet hated... Blinking, he noticed it was him, William T. Spears. One of the higher ups in the Shinigami world.... What the hell was he doing here?!?
Grell was speechless at first. How to react... respond. At first it was almost nervousness, but then Grell raised a brow and chuckled. "Oh ho! Seems you could not stay away from me long, could you not?" Grell chuckled deeply, almost forgetting about the snow ball he sent Larxene's way a few seconds ago. After Willaim spoke, Grell sighed and got to his feet. "its not MY fault I got distracted! Sebas-chan was here and they needed someone to teach these poor kids about fashion and sewing!" Grell's voice was stern and collected, but a pitch of joy still resided within his bowels. After a moment's pause, Grell raised his brow a bit more and figured something out, somewhat.
"Wait a sec....why are you here?! You're not going to take me away, are you?!" Grell whimpered and moved back a few feet from the serious man. He was having to much fun right now to have it all be put to a pause by William.
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Post by William T. Spears on Nov 25, 2009 14:01:53 GMT -5
William’s frown deepened. Why couldn’t they have sent the new recruit, Ronald Knox, to do this? Why him, of all people? Hearing Grell’s remark, he recoiled, a disgusted expression crossing his stern face. “I would much rather have stayed away from you until I turned to dust,” he said icily, “but I didn’t have a choice in the matter.” He pushed up his glasses, dark green eyes locked on golden ones. “These..these misfits should be none of your concern.” Tightening his grip on his clipper-scythe, his eyebrow began to twitch once more.
‘Wait a moment.. that filthy demon is here as well?’
His grip tightened on his clipper-scythe, almost to the point of breaking it. ‘Could this get any worse?’ Staring at the effeminate shinigami, he felt his insides coil at his idiocy. “If only that were the case, Sutcliffe.” Fighting back a sigh, he said, “Unfortunately, I’ve been sent here to keep an eye on you, instead of bringing you back.” He felt bile rise in his throat as he thought of having to spend every day in the company of the imbecile who stood before him. “I’ve been assigned to the position of Disciplinarian.” As he pushed up his glasses once more, a silent sigh escaped his lips, leaving a small white cloud to drift away in the breeze. How out of character.
Quickly recovering his stern demeanor, he pointed his scythe at Grell, poking him in the center of his chest with it. “If you’re wise, you won’t do anything stupid. Don’t think I won’t treat you any better now that we’re on the same level of employment.” That was the worst part. Instead of being in the Management Level, one rank higher than the effeminate creature before him, he was a Disciplinarian, with no power to fire Grell or threaten him with demotion. Pulling his scythe back to its usual poker-straight position at his side, he glared at his former colleague. “Now, the question I’ve been bothered to ask… why, in Hell’s name, are you playing in the snow?”
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Post by Larxene on Nov 26, 2009 13:25:08 GMT -5
SPLAT!!
Larxene yelled in surprise as a snowball hit her full-on, taken off guard, she fell onto her back in the snow. Eyes blazing she leaped up, electricity crackling around her. Someone had dared throw a snowball at her?! someone was gonna die...soon. She brushed the snow off of her, a low, irritated sound escaping her. She glanced around, her gaze resting on a familliar redhead. A impish, evil little grin appeared on Larxene's face and she balled up a snowball, and threw it at him with all the force she could muster (Which, by the way is a lot) She watched it soar towards the sewing teacher, whoever had thrown that snowball at her was lucky that she was targeting Grell. She balled up another snowball, and threw it at him, if one missed, she hoped the other would hit. Though..two consectutive hits would be hilarious..if she could laugh, but she had no emotions, so, she had to deal with just retaliating.
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Post by Naoto Shirogane on Nov 27, 2009 20:59:45 GMT -5
The snow looked rather lovely today.
While it would be fair to accuse Naoto of being an obsessive workaholic, that didn’t mean she shut herself away from civilization together. During summer, nothing could persuade her to emerge from the comfort and safety of her room and the modern marvel that was air conditioning. Only a good case could be fit to draw her out and even then Naoto would find her concentration sapped by the lethargic air and pounding heat. All the sweat and brightness served only to hinder her senses and made her job unbearable if that was even possible. People like her weren’t made for the sun.
Winter was a comfort. It gave her the excuse to burrow deep within cozy blankets. It allowed her to clear her head, let the cold and freezing air calibrate her mind and focus on the subject at hand. The bitter chill and biting frost kept her awake and alert, never letting her mind slip towards fatigue like the intense heat of summer. The scenery was also lovelier when coated with a fine blanket of snow and frost. Everything seemed more innocent, a blank canvas on which no blemishes have yet to be marked on it. Unlike the haze and sallow atmosphere of a suffocating summer’s day, Naoto felt free and unrestrained when working under the harsh cold.
The snow seemed to have died down, leaving behind an expanse of white that covered the whole grounds. The grounds looked so beautiful that Naoto decided it was a waste to spend the entire day cooped up in her room. As such, she found herself emerging from the dorm building, trademark officer’s hat pulled low over her eyes, a blue coat and scarf covering up her uniform. She was carrying a book underneath her armpit, keeping it safe from any impromptu snowballs that might just find its way towards her. This was a school after all. No doubt there would an endless procession of immature beasts that wouldn’t stop to think and try to cause Naoto some grief. She didn’t come out to socialize really. She only crawled out of her dorm room to enjoy the scenery, breath some fresh air and catch up on her reading.
And spy on the rest of the school’s residents.
Snow crunched against Naoto’s boots as she made her way towards a lonely bench, out of the way of the school’s main thoroughfare. Her breath came up in a cloud of white mist, slightly obscuring her vision, not help by the elevation of her hat. Very incognito, she thought dryly, thinking how much she stood out from the rest of the scenery, a shock of blue against endless white. She hardly blended in but then again, she wouldn’t have to. The perfect disguise was in plain sight. No one would pay attention to a lone student enjoying some literature, whoever should pass by. Besides, there was nothing illegal on what she was doing. Who would second guess the motives of a student who just happened to be looking on a couple of fellow students frolicking amongst the snow?
Naoto brushed away the snow piling on the bench and sat down, eyes downward on her book yet still able to keep the rest of the school’s courtyard in her line of sight. A girl had just thrown herself into the ground, spasming on the snow like a deranged spastic before settling down . Naoto merely arched an eyebrow at the girl and resumed reading Ellroy’s latest staccato thriller. Her eyes took in all the printed ink until the inevitable splat of a thrown snowball draw her attention away and back on to the courtyard. Two more had entered the scene. One of them was a female student, blond with two odd locks of hair standing out of her scalp and a perpetually annoyed expression somewhat dulling her face. Her gloves were dripping with snow, glaring at the back of someone who was too elaborately dressed to be a student. Naoto had tried to memorize every member of staff she could see and get a name from each and every one of them. This one had long red hair and silky clothing that looked too good to be dragged along the wet snow. It had to be the Fashion teacher, Mr. Sutcliff. Odd for a mature adult like Mr. Sutcliff to willingly degrade himself into such a childish undertaking. Of course, considering the way he was giggling like a maniac and had just thrown a snowball at the blond student, perhaps he had never really reached that level of maturity.
The employment standards of this school are rather appalling, Naoto surmised absentmindedly, watching a tall, impeccably-dressed figure that Naoto didn’t recognize walk up to Sutcliff and delivered a blow against the Fashion teacher’s head with and odd scythe weapon, eliciting a cry of protest from the red-haired teacher. She made a mental note to find out who that man was. Someone should have reported this place to the proper authorities years ago, before this school was even conceived. That was her job. To root out anything suspicious and bring those who have been breaking the law to justice. Naoto found the academy to be too isolated, filled with students and staff that exhibit odd abilities that could easily threaten countless people and a general lack of cohesion and order. The fact that one of the TV portals had led here only ratcheted up Naoto’s interest in this place. Now that she was here, she might as well make the most of the opportunity and see for herself what is going on.
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