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Time had been kind to the former commander, Lady Satsuki Kiryuin. Headmistress of the Watchtower. As a woman, her already-regal bearing shone with the intensity of a sun and like the eagle most compared her to in contrast to her sister the dragon, her eyes seemed to pierce the crowd of students as though she was seeing into their very souls. By her side, her professors and her most immediate One of Four watched on at the students, each one seeing something different. Lady Satsuki herself saw only one thing.
Clay.
Clay to be molded, twisted and put through the wringer. Clay that would endure grit and fire to become its finished project, or shattered and tossed away. Watchtower was an unforgiving place and while her rewards were lavish when earned, it was the punishments people remembered. Not as severe as her own homeland academy or even the predecessor of the Watchtower where she gained the remainder of her education, alongside a few beside her today.
"Whether from distant worlds, dimensions or lands you have all come here for a reason. To learn how to use your skills for the betterment of yourself and your fellow comrades and for freedom. But what is freedom? Who are your comrades? These are questions we can only assist you with, in the journey to graduation. It will be perilous, some of you may not be here when that day comes. That is the truth of it."
Her eyes flashed as she thumped her sheathed blade for emphasis.
And then with a smile warm and eyes chilling to behold, even at this distance she spoke.
"Welcome to the Watchtower Academy."
So ended the address from the Headmistress and the students would be free to move. Droid drones would have been broadcasting translations among the crowd, for those whom english would not be their first language as across the airwaves came Korean, Russian, Japanese, and various xeno tongues that reflected the sheer diversity here. And then came a language everyone knew well.
Food.
Dinner was ready and Lady Satsuki's kitchens in the school would have been busy, as numerous teenagers marched into the dining hall as they left the courtyard. As they did, one among them...A white haired girl with headphones resting around her neck would be examining the scroll given them, for free as part of their standard school packet. On the screen, a smiling chibi would speak.
"Hello there Kali Weyland. I am Chibi-Hazama! Your friendly guide to Watchtower Academy! You have embarked on a journey, one where many are called but few are chosen. I shake you warmly by the hand and wish you the very best. What would you like to know first?"
A menu popped up then, for the following.
Island Map
Classes
Faculty
Dorm Rules
Kali blinked and picked the map, falling a little behind as she stared with interest. From an engineering standpoint alone, Watchtower Academy was a place of intense interest.
Funded mostly by its Headmistress and supported by the metahuman community as well as military organizations, such as the Galactic Garrison, Watchtower Academy was by and large, free of most red tape. Its students were no longer compelled to go to war as the prior incarnation of the school was and Lady Satsuki herself, if you followed the news was first to put her foot down in that area. As far as the island was concerned, there were several things known about it. One was the fact it was artificial. A moving, techno-biological ark. 382,000 acres of topsoil, biospheres and so much more. Its center made to resemble an extinct volcano and where the majority of the school was placed, where they were now. Beyond the crater, were the farmlands, the factories- The training ground and spaceport. Everything needed to make this place entirely self-sufficient, yet large enough to allow their more rampant students to run amok if needed. She was amazed, she was in awe-!
She was suddenly bumped into and she gasped as her scroll dropped and she hurried quickly to grab it.
Please no one step on it. ;_;
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"Man, if only Lucy and the other's were here! That would of been amazing!" Cynthia said while on her way to get some food, obviously pumped and excited to be here. Though while she was talking and walking she tripped over her own two feet, causing her scroll to fly out of her hands.
The prospective students who would be attending the academy this year could be fundamentally boiled down to two groups: the ones who looked like they belonged and the ones who didn't. You could make that kind of assessment without even trying, just by giving any given student a once-over; You had the teens who were bright-eyed and peppy and surrounded themselves with other people, already making friends, your prom queens and aces and jocks who seemed born to be in the prototypical high school environment this place so-creepily imitated. If this were any other place in the world, those would've been the ones who belonged. Here... Here they were just posers. People who had no idea what this place was really about, or were just kidding themselves into thinking it was something else. He would've felt sorry for them if he gave a crap. Right now all it did was piss him off. So while the sheep teemed around in their flocks and kept up their steady, meaningless murmur in the aftermath of the headmistress's speech, someone who decisively checked the other box of those two student groups just shook his head with an incredulous scoff at what he was seeing, features a subtle grimace of disgust.
Everything about this felt wrong. This war wasn't his war. How many demons were watching him spinning his wheels like some asshole right now? How many of them were here? He gave a piercing glare in the direction of the first camera he noticed, turned with a sweep of his ebony and crimson longcoat and stalked away, the bitter taste in his mouth magnified. He had no clear destination in mind and he wasn't about to open that shitty little leprechaun app to figure it out. He was just going away from all this.
The path Dante took happened to lead him right past a lone girl who looked like she was using said app herself, and in a moment of brimming frustration he lashed out and made to smack the device out of her hands in a drive-by.
He turned without stopping a moment later, casually continuing his walk backwards and raising his arms to either side of him in disingenuous apology.
"Hey, my bad. But maybe you're better off without the little green man listening in from your pocket."
Shaking his head scornfully, he turned back around and kept going. She probably didn't even remotely deserve that, but he wasn't in the most amicable of moods.
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"Hunh!"
From a little behind (and halfway up the wall from) the podium where Satsuki had given her speech, a single eyebrow raised across pale-grey skin that was mercifully shaded from the sun, lips drawing into an intrigued smile tinged with mischief. There were certain things certain teachers looked for in freshman crowds, and slapstick routines that ended with multiple people bumping into one another and phones being dropped were one of hers. The headmistress might've looked at the new kids and seen clay, but Marceline the Band Class Queen looked at them and saw... kids! And kids could be fun, she guessed.
While most of the other staff elected to get back to their business or go sharpen their chalk or whatever, she felt compelled to float over to the scene, levitating a foot or so off the ground and holding up the opaque parasol she carried to shield her from the sunlight as she gave a breezy wave and a fanged simper to the trio.
"Sup guys, I couldn't help but notice that li'l commotion over here. Everything all right?"
She leaned her head to one side as the smile widened to fully reveal those fangs, but barely waited for a response before she went on.
"Too bad. School policy. Those who drop their scroll on first day must pay..."
"...The vampire's price."
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"Waitwhat, Vamp-" Cynthia squeaked out for a split second before-WHAM!!-she finally hit the ground.
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