ShadowMewX
Diamond Sparx
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#2 Posted: 04:12:53 19/09/2016 | Topic Creator
~Chapter 1~
Hope’s Peak Academy. One of the most prestigious schools around, or so they say. Only the cream of the crop are picked to attend this place. That's why everyone has a “talent-” a “special title,” if you will. Well, that and one other person, who is picked via lotto. But it's safe to say that all sixteen of us had high hopes the moment we walked through that door…
~Bryman04~
“Ah! So the same thing happened to you guys?”
Bryman scratched his head, casting glances across the room at his fifteen fellow students. They had all gathered in the gym. It wasn’t like they had a choice in the matter, either. After a bit of discussion, they'd all found out that a piece of paper in their rooms had told them to report here. Not only that…
“Yeah,” a purple-eyed student agreed. “Strange. The last thing I remember was walking into the school, then I woke up in some classroom. Also, my pockets have been pilfered! Somebody one-upped the Super High School-Level Thief, abstractsardine!”
In shock, Bryman checked his pockets as well. Due to having an interest in video game art, he always kept writing utensils and paper on hand. Thankfully, all that was still there. But there was one important thing missing…
“My cell phones are gone!” wailed another student. “All of them!”
“How many cell phones does a person really need?” a blonde-and-purple-haired girl sighed.
The student with the multiple devices gave her a glare. “You're merely saying that because you're poor and unable to obtain resources. I would pity you, if I weren't completely disgusted!”
“Care to repeat that?” the girl growled, raising her fists.
“Hey, hey, calm down!” said a dark-haired male, standing between them. “There's no reason to fight. Let's introduce ourselves, shall we? I'm SoulFly, a Super High School-Level Mechanic. I can fix just about anything except shattered pride!”
“That sounds like a good idea,” agreed Bryman. “I'm Bryman04, the Super High School-Level Video Game Artist. A long title, I know, but-”
“Video games?” asked another student. He smiled in a friendly way. “I'm a Super High School-Level Gamer! Call me Camo22.”
“Already you're beginning to bore me,” remarked a student dressed in bulky clothing. He rolled his eyes...or rather, eye. The other was covered up by an eyepatch. “The only names I care about are the names of our lovely ladies. I'm hardcoreignitor, and you know it!”
“So...what's your talent, then?” asked another girl, smirking at his slightly crestfallen face. But after realizing a girl was interested, HCI donned a cocky look once more. “Super High School-Level Ballet Dancer. I'll sweep you off your feet, my dear!”
“Oh, just shut it,” she responded. Addressing the rest of the ensemble, she said, “I'm stealth, the Super High School-Level Engineer.”
“I'm Shagaru Magala, the Super High School-level Animal Tamer,” said student introduced next.
“Filthy animals? Who let you in a school like this?” asked the somewhat snobby student from before.
Shagaru’s eyes smoldered with anger. “And who are you? The Ultimate Jerk?”
“Close, but no cigar,” he smirked. “MagicFizz the Super High School-Level Stylist, at your service.”
“You mean you make clothes or somethin’? How extraordinarily useful,” another girl spoke up.
“Quiet, Storm, it's okay,” replied a black-and-red-haired girl at her side. “All our talents are useful in some way.”
“Yeah, StormDragon21, you're a Super High School-Level Martial Artist! I'm sure you'd be happy to beat up anyone that says otherwise,” joked a girl at her other side.
“Who might you two be, then?” Bryman inquired.
“I'm ShadowMewX, the Super High School-Level Moral Compass!” the first girl explained. “But call me Shadmé for short!”
“And I'm prextail202, the Super High School-Level Animator,” introduced the second happily.
“Well, you girls seem a bit excited about this,” Bryman observed.
“Why wouldn't we be? This place was built to hone pure talent,” explained Prex. “Basically, it's school that's actually fun!”
“We’ll see about that,” remarked a dapper-looking student. “Isn't it good to be well-rounded? Technically, focusing one one thing may leave us weaker in the long run.”
“If you don't mind me asking, then why are you even here?” mumbled another girl.
“Because I am interested in analyzing the school’s program,” he answered, “and seeing if it's up to my standards. Call me gillgrunt987, the Super High School-Level Movie Buff.”
“Sorry to bother you!” The girl began profusely apologizing. “I'm the Super High School-Level Writing Prodigy, mega spyro. I meant no offense, honestly!”
“I figure I might as well introduce myself as well,” chuckled one of the few remaining students. “84skylanderdude. I’m the Mangaka whatchamacallit and stuff.”
The blonde-and-purple-haired girl from before seemed to have cooled off. “I'm StriderSwag,” she said. “The Super High School-Level Detective. And I'm well aware about how cheesy this sounds, but it seems we have plenty of mysteries on our hands right now.”
“Yeah,” agreed 84. “Like, who's the girl screwing around in the corner?”
Bryman looked towards said corner, where no person was “screwing around.” However, there was one person standing there, not saying a word. A couple of the students who had followed his thought process were casting are-you-kidding-me looks at 84.
“Hi! Nice to meet you,” Bryman called to her, hoping to elicit a response. “Wanna join us?”
The student merely shrugged.
“Well, okay then,” sighed Storm. “We tried.”
“Anyway,” stealth said, “as Strider said, there's a lot of intrigue related to our current setting.”
“Agreed,” said mega spyro with a nod. “Let's get this straight. We all get invited to this school, and all we know about it is that it's very prestigious.”
“Then,” Camo22 continued, “we try to come here, but for some reason, none of us have the memory of walking through the door? Were we knocked out or something?”
“A reasonable hypothesis,” Strider commented. “After all, our important things were taken. Nothing related to our talents, though. ...Unless you're abstractsardine.”
“This sucks!” said student grumbled.
“So, did the people in charge do this?” Bryman wondered. “It's so weird.”
“You know what else is weird?” asked gillgrunt. “The barren nature of this school. Surely there'd teachers be around? The principal? ...Janitors?”
“Upupupupu, seems like someone’s a bit eager for orientation to begin!”
Bryman jumped. “Who said that?” It didn't sound like any of the other students, and judging by the reactions, none of them had said that.
Something was moving up at the podium. “Hey, look-”
“Sorry for the delays, but welcome! I am your esteemed principal, Monospyro!”
It was a black-and-white dragon at the podium.
“I hope you sixteen are ready for school! Because you're gonna be here for the rest of your lives.”
The dragon, seemingly remote control and half as tall as any of them, was black and white, but the colors were half and half on his body. The left side was white, a serene smile across his face. The right side was black, a horrid-looking grin stretching up to a slitted, glowing red eye. “You better be ready.”
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Let's bust bunsen burners and bounce!
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