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[principals]

Who: All y'all
When: Day 1 – Morning
Where: Everywhere
What: School is in

[Somewhere, a bell begins to ring. You may know the type—obnoxious and loud, signalling the start of a brand new day of lectures and learning. Rise and shine, lovelies; wakey wakey eggs and bakey! And with that, just as the toll falls silent, you hear the sound you may have been waiting for: the click of a lock.

You're free to explore.]

Comments

[experiencepoints]

... A bit hard to explain without all my memories.

Animals generally don't fuck with people unless they view a person as a threat to them. A monster is something, usually twisted or mutated by some natural magic, that exists for the purpose of trying to kill people, regardless of what they do. Some monsters are smart and try to run away if they can't win, like that, but a raptor is just a lizard mutated into a monster.

That explain it well enough?

[anoblecaws]

Mutated by magic, huh?

Well, let me tell you, there wasn't even a whiff of magic on that raptor. And besides, if you're so upset by them, why don't you lift the curse? How does the killing of innocent creatures solve the problem?

[Sorry, he's just really against animal violence.]

[experiencepoints]

... Yeah? That's where they start, but they breed, make more monsters, and they're just natural monsters with no magic but still try to kill everyone they can.

[anoblecaws]

I see. Things are different where you're from. Did you know my mother was a wolf?

[...and now for something completely different????]

Not my birth mother, of course. But she raised me. I used to go into the forest all the time to play with her, help her hunt for her real pups, and all that. She treated me real well. Best mom anyone could ask for. She was a normal wolf. No magic.

And then, one day, she came into town looking for me. The villagers screamed. They'd never seen a wolf come into town before. They called her a monster, too.

And also they killed her.

[He delivers this speech with the same perfectly hollow smile.]

I don't know, maybe you should just give it some thought next time.

[experiencepoints]

[... it takes her a moment to digest this information, and given the way he's acting...]

We're from different worlds, that operate on different rules. I assumed this place works like mine, and you like yours, and we don't have any way of knowing who is right yet.

But, since you might be right, I at least won't attack it unless it's necessary.

I am so sorry, I completely forgot the point of that story while I was typing it;;;;;

[anoblecaws]

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

i'd laugh but i've done the same thing

[experiencepoints]

No problem.

Just don't get mad if it is necessary.

[anoblecaws]

If there's no other option, I'd understand.

[experiencepoints]

That's all I ask. Sorry about getting off on the wrong foot there.

[she's not actually terribly sorry but diplomacy is important at a time like this.]

[anoblecaws]

It's okay. I'm normally not this angry, but it's a touchy subject.

So what's your name?

[experiencepoints]

Nightingale. From Takshaka... or, Math, I guess.

[anoblecaws]

Henry, Drama.

[experiencepoints]

... Fitting.

[anoblecaws]

Hee hee! Thanks.

[Yeah, it is very fitting. He tends to cause drama wherever he goes. Mostly because he's in the army of Drama Country, and dead people tend to cause uproars.]

[experiencepoints]

[shhh no spoilers please i'm still on the mission to rescue emmeryn]

Wonder how we got sorted...

[anoblecaws]

[noted! sorry about the dramatic backstory, but it never has bearing on the plot so there's... that...?]

Someone else around here thinks it's people with similar personalities, but I don't think I buy that.

[experiencepoints]

[AT LEAST THERE IS THAT no worries!]

... If it thinks I'm similar to those guys, whoever sorted us is an idiot.

[anoblecaws]

Well, let's just see what they do next, then we can decide for sure. Nya ha!

[experiencepoints]

I'm going back inside so I don't have to see.

[anoblecaws]

Suit yourself.

[And then he turns, disappearing into the grass.]