Pact of the Gods
Aug 8, 2012 18:45:04 GMT -8
Post by JW% on Aug 8, 2012 18:45:04 GMT -8
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The sun was just rising over the horizon, but already there was a stir going on.
Today was the day. The first year students weren't first year any more, they were second year. New arrivals would be coming. Many of the fourth year students had already left, and now the empty void would start to be refilled.
By this point students of second through fourth year were expected to have made themselves comfortable in their new quarters. The three towers in the center of the island pointed to the sky, and the upper levels already shown sun through them.
It was morning in paradise. Already the chefs were preparing a hearty breakfast for the students, and a casual meet and greet was expected, as soon as the boat with the new arrivals pulled into the lagoon and unloaded at the docks.
The four heads of the towers were already at their tables. Gabriel Angelus(Always Gabriel, never Mister Angelus or Gabby, and certainly not Gabe), head of the Tower of Air, looked relaxed, his silver/purple hair completely at odds with his dark skin, but matching his white uniform and the horned and winged horse that served as his godling. Beside him Anna Louis Martin(always Miss Louis) looked stern and matronly in her black outfit and long straight black hair, watching the students as they came into the mostly open air commissary. At her side prowled her godling, a feline shape that looked to be made of black oil, fluid and with a sheen to it's fur.
On opposite sides of these two was Mister Jack McGuire and Mister Thomas Dent(who didn't give a damn how you said their names), of the house of Earth and Fire respectively. Their godlings were humanoid, as far as that went, one a red skinned, goat legged creature with a bulls horned skull for a head, the other a line backer bulky construction of rusty plates and jagged shards of metal with leathery padded sections riveted onto it's 'face' and other parts of it's body seemingly at random.
Mister McGuire and Mister Dent were arguing over the top of the two other house heads, and making the other 'teachers' on staff nervous. This little strife however, was just enough for a few students to slip off unseen and set up some 'fun' with the new arrivals...
~~~~~~~(First Year New Arrivals)~~~~~~~~
The boat rocked gently, though given it's multi-hulled design, not nearly as much as one would expect. It had no sails, no rudder, no oars. Instead some great beast in the water pulled it, the massive black shape visible if one looked down off the prow. Occasionally a blast of water would come up as the creature surfaced to breath with it's blow hole.
There weren't that many new arrivals, and while the ship had been reasonably luxurious, there wasn't that much to do as it made it's rounds, and then set forth towards an uncharted section of the sea. Every godling on the boat felt the pull of the island where the pact had been made, and presumably that was how the beast pulling this great hall sized chariot knew where to go.
That left the passengers to talk amongst themselves, watch the horizon, enjoy the sunrise, and consider those dark stormclouds that seemed to be gathering so far off.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun was just rising over the horizon, but already there was a stir going on.
Today was the day. The first year students weren't first year any more, they were second year. New arrivals would be coming. Many of the fourth year students had already left, and now the empty void would start to be refilled.
By this point students of second through fourth year were expected to have made themselves comfortable in their new quarters. The three towers in the center of the island pointed to the sky, and the upper levels already shown sun through them.
It was morning in paradise. Already the chefs were preparing a hearty breakfast for the students, and a casual meet and greet was expected, as soon as the boat with the new arrivals pulled into the lagoon and unloaded at the docks.
The four heads of the towers were already at their tables. Gabriel Angelus(Always Gabriel, never Mister Angelus or Gabby, and certainly not Gabe), head of the Tower of Air, looked relaxed, his silver/purple hair completely at odds with his dark skin, but matching his white uniform and the horned and winged horse that served as his godling. Beside him Anna Louis Martin(always Miss Louis) looked stern and matronly in her black outfit and long straight black hair, watching the students as they came into the mostly open air commissary. At her side prowled her godling, a feline shape that looked to be made of black oil, fluid and with a sheen to it's fur.
On opposite sides of these two was Mister Jack McGuire and Mister Thomas Dent(who didn't give a damn how you said their names), of the house of Earth and Fire respectively. Their godlings were humanoid, as far as that went, one a red skinned, goat legged creature with a bulls horned skull for a head, the other a line backer bulky construction of rusty plates and jagged shards of metal with leathery padded sections riveted onto it's 'face' and other parts of it's body seemingly at random.
Mister McGuire and Mister Dent were arguing over the top of the two other house heads, and making the other 'teachers' on staff nervous. This little strife however, was just enough for a few students to slip off unseen and set up some 'fun' with the new arrivals...
~~~~~~~(First Year New Arrivals)~~~~~~~~
The boat rocked gently, though given it's multi-hulled design, not nearly as much as one would expect. It had no sails, no rudder, no oars. Instead some great beast in the water pulled it, the massive black shape visible if one looked down off the prow. Occasionally a blast of water would come up as the creature surfaced to breath with it's blow hole.
There weren't that many new arrivals, and while the ship had been reasonably luxurious, there wasn't that much to do as it made it's rounds, and then set forth towards an uncharted section of the sea. Every godling on the boat felt the pull of the island where the pact had been made, and presumably that was how the beast pulling this great hall sized chariot knew where to go.
That left the passengers to talk amongst themselves, watch the horizon, enjoy the sunrise, and consider those dark stormclouds that seemed to be gathering so far off.