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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 4, 2018 22:01:29 GMT
"One last chance, Ms. Slinks. That's it. One last chance."
Orchid had taken the chance, and thrown it in the bin. That is why she was here, now, arriving by cab in front of the Academy, her few possessions dumped unceremoniously into a couple of lavender suitcases, themselves dumped equally unceremoniously outside of the yellow cab. The one eyed girl hauled up her belongings, one suitcase over each shoulder.
"We're sending you to Beacon Academy, where maybe you can learn how to behave yourself, and do a little good at the same time," had said the head of her orphanage, after her latest transgression. They hadn't bought her excuses that just because she'd enjoyed beating the crud out of Vanta Longshake didn't mean the guy hadn't deserved it. It could be both things! He'd been picking on some of the younger kids!
Vanta's excuse had been to point out that of course Orchid would be finding excuses to "protect" the younger kids, she was shaking them down for protection money. That was also true, of course; Orchid's protestations that she could both be running a protection racket and genuinely concerned about the welfare of her clients had fallen once again on deaf ears.
So, to that end, here she was, standing out front of the Academy, two bags containing everything she owned in the world over her shoulders, a baseball bat strapped to her back.
A new life.
Thanks.
She hated it.
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 7, 2018 2:36:20 GMT
"Really?"
The aggrieved tone comes from behind Orchid as the girl faces the academy, from towards the road.
"I know I'm late, but you'd think they'd at least have more people show up to meet me."
The spot where Orchid's cab had pulled up was now filled with a much larger and shinier limo, engine so quiet it had hardly drawn any attention as it pulled up. Standing from a seat in the back is a tall, athletic looking girl wearing shades of blue under partial armour, chin raised as she surveys the school and Orchid, evidently finding one (or both) to be lacking.
The uniformed driver moves from the door to the trunk of the limo, opening it and taking out a bag. Then another. Then another. He seems to be building a small wall of luggage as the girl runs a metal-gloved hand through cobalt hair and sighs.
"Well I suppose you'll do," she says to Orchid as she pulls a bag out of the seat behind her and shoulders it, then grabs another bag off the great wall of baggage the driver has assembled.
"Well? Don't gawk; this stuff won't move itself," she adds if Orchid hesitates.
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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 7, 2018 3:56:18 GMT
Orchid stares.
Slowly, her mouth twists into some horrible combination of a disdainful sneer and complacent smile.
"Hey, don't trouble yourself friend." She says this, her voice oozing. Like pus. "I can get that for you."
She reaches out to take the bag off of Sylvie's shoulder.
"I can carry all of it. No need for you to take any of the weight."
Now, her mind is running a mile a minute. She wants to put this girl in her place, which is firmly underneath her died purple combat boot. Or at least ruin her day. |
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 7, 2018 4:52:53 GMT
Sylvie beams in delight - but adroitly sidesteps the reach for her shoulder bag, which is sizeable itself.
"Thanks, but I'll deal with this one. I just need help with the rest. It's a bit much for one person to carry."
Sylvie reaches into her bag as the driver closes the trunk and, without seeming to rummage in the duffel, pulls out what might be a larger denomination of currency and presses it into his hand.
"You take care Nigel, and remember..."
"I've never seen you before in my life," the driver says, as if completing a sentence he's already heard. He smirks and tips his uniform cap briefly, giving Orchid a nod before he starts towards the driver's side of the vehicle.
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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 7, 2018 5:39:26 GMT
Damn, well. That was a shame, but she would have the rest of this girl's stuff. She knows the type, or at least she thinks she does. She already hates her. Orchid spends a few minutes neatly gathering up all the other bags; Stronger than she looks, even she has to struggle somewhat with the sheer volume of stuff, including her own two bags.
"So, what the hell's your name, anyways?" She asks, voice dripping with mock sincerity.
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 7, 2018 7:02:05 GMT
Sylvie actually does help with the rest of the bags once the driver leaves, picking up a medium sized trunk with an elaborate lock and putting it on one shoulder, reaching for another bag when Orchid asks her name. She blinks and looks startled, then laughs.
"Shit, did they not even tell you my name? I'm Sylvie, Sylvie Larimar. What's yours?" she asks without missing a beat, setting down the one bag to steady the trunk so she can offer her hand for Orchid to shake. If taken, the metal glove is surprisingly warm but moves a little strangely, a gleam of red seen through the gaps in the metal joints.
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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 7, 2018 12:08:34 GMT
"Call me Slinks," Orchid says. She does not take the offered hand, instead turning around and heading into the building proper. For a while, everything seems normal. Everything is fine. It's when they get into the stairwell that things start to go wrong, and instead of taking the path towards the dormitories, she instead starts heading up towards the roof.
"So, rich girl, huh?"
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 8, 2018 3:01:03 GMT
Sylvie blinks as her hand is ignored but shrugs it off and follows Slinks, looking around as they head in, trying to get her bearings remember the route.
The question makes her chuckle darkly - and for the first time a hint of malice creeps into her tone.
"You could say that. More accurate to say my ex was - well, I suppose he still is, I could hardly bankrupt him overnight."
Sylvie isn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but she's not a complete idiot - she probably wouldn't be here if she was. Her tone is sweet but faintly edged as she asks her own question.
"I couldn't help but notice a sign for the dorms back there. Is there a reason we're not heading there?" She's started scoping out the area around her, and studying Orchid more carefully, a wary glint in her eye. She's still following her violet hued guide however. At least for now.
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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 8, 2018 4:23:01 GMT
"Yep." Orchid says, unhelpfully.
She leads up the stairs towards the roof and if she has to she will kick down the door, or pick the lock. Whatever's easier you know? Sometimes you have to just go with the flow.
"I wanna show you something, see what you make of it."
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Post by Admin on Nov 8, 2018 13:23:40 GMT
there is a slight small glow following the two students now, but it's hard to see exactly what it is as of yet.
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 8, 2018 14:38:38 GMT
Sylvie isn't comforted by the non answer, until it's expanded upon. Slinks just wants to show her something, which she figures is a nice gesture.
"Oh, that's cool," she says, relaxing a bit. She doesn't seem to notice the glow just yet, but when the overburdened Orchid pauses to handle the door, one of the metal gloves reaches the knob before Orchid can drop enough bags to grab it. When did Sylvie put on a red arm-warmer? The arm retreats before Orchid can get a good look at it.
"Does that help?" She asks brightly as the door swings open to show a balcony with a few chairs and a railing designed to keep people from accidentally falling off the roof. "Accidentally" being the key word.
the show actually depicts an area like this that seemed easily accessible and near enough to the dorms to not be too alarming. Is this OK?
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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 8, 2018 15:26:02 GMT
"Thanks."
With that, she picks up her burden again, and heads outside and towards one of the railings. She takes a moment to look out at the view. Orchid likes high places.
Good sight lines. She notes with pleasure that if the Grimm attacked this place, somehow, there's a few places that seem like they were picked out to be sniper spots. She bends over the railing, and looks down at the ground, far below. No vertigo, she'd fought that off years ago.
Then she takes one of the bags and holds it out over the edge.
"How much do you like your stuff?"
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Post by Admin on Nov 8, 2018 16:15:11 GMT
A glowing set of runes appear in the sky a circle looking down on and Angle so that it can see below a mixture of purple and blue shimmering and shining.
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 8, 2018 17:13:03 GMT
Sylvie is a little less sanguine ha! about heights than Orchid - she doesn't fear them, per se, but she dislikes feeling exposed. She moves more warily towards the edge, though she has to admit the view is pretty nice...
Then Orchid slings the one bag over the edge and holds it out, ready to drop. Sylvie's smile at the view fades at the implied threat, but oddly she seems to relax a little and she drops the content of her one hand, starting to sling the trunk off her shoulder as she replies.
"Better than I like my ex," her tone a little flat. "Or you, right now, for that matter." She spots the glow, now, but doesn't draw attention to it. In fact she smiles and rolls her head and shoulders, clearly limbering up.
"So, protection racket, or straight up robbery?" She asks in a pleasant, matter of fact tone. "And are you ready to follow my bag when I toss you after it?"
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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 9, 2018 3:41:42 GMT
"Neither, in this case." Her fingers uncurl and the bag drops, falling allllll the way to the ground. Then another one is held out over the edge.
She wonders which way Sylvie will jump, and yeah, she doesn't give an inch. Either she missed that Sylvie is limbering up, getting ready to turn this into a real fight, or she doesn't care. Either way, that's weird, and probably says more about Orchid than anything else.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2018 12:03:16 GMT
A glowing portal will open up under the bag and it will drop down under another glowing portal that is on the roof by the entrance door, and someone will step out onto the roof, they have a ram horn on one side and not on the other. One eye is a sheep or ram eye black and dark, they are dressed in a white dress-shirt, with fluffy pants, and purple running shoes, all under a long purple coat with tails.
"You're a mean one aren't you. I won't let you bully my friend." She says and points at Orchid.
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 9, 2018 14:03:31 GMT
"What, are you saying my stuff isn't worth stealing?" Finally Sylvie displays the indignation that Orchid seemed to be looking for - not over theft or intimidation, but scorn.
"Ok, now I'm offended," Sylvie says dourly. " I liberated that stuff fair and square, and I assure you it's definitely worth stealing."
Brook appears and Sylvie smiles. "Brookie-Brooke!" She says, then smirks as Brook confronts Orchid.
"I expected someone to meet me when I got here, instead I ran into this turd," Sylvie says to Brooke, then turns to Orchid again, giving her a cheerfully malicious grin.
"Hey, Stinks!" She taunts the other girl, seeming to feel no qualms about two on one or name calling. "I told you I was gonna toss you after the bag if you dropped it," she crows.
Sylvie then throws a punch at Orchid. From about three metres away, a laughably foolish gesture - except that her fist keeps going when the rest of her arm stops. Instead, thick cords of gleaming bloody red connect the armoured fist to the rest of her forearm, a rather bizarre and possibly nauseating display.
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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 9, 2018 14:18:07 GMT
Orchid's eyes widen a bit at the appearance of the other girl, and at the display of full out magical ability that she displays. It's almost enough to keep the one-eyed girl distracted from the punch that Sylvie throws. Almost. Orchid's had a few dances in her life, some of them almost rougher than this. She gets out of the way, barely, skipping to the side nimbly, and reaching behind her to pull that purple tinted aluminium baseball bat out of its holster.
She twirls it in her hands, and looks at it like an old friend.
"Alright. You want to play rough, let's play rough. Nice hand."
The rest of Sylvie's luggage is forgotten on the roof. She'll throw it after she shows these two snotlings what for.
One handing the bat, she charges towards Sylvie, driven more by anger than any sort of tactical sense.
The nerve. Two against one. Pfeh.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2018 17:18:58 GMT
Brook has a cylinder with which she snaps and a full-blown purple and blue hammer pops out of it with a black ram charm on the handle, she will spin around the hammer before putting it on her shoulder, "Mad we didn't let you get away with being a bitch? You're in our food court now petty!"
"I'm gonna show you what rough is! Syl Silver Flowers!" She says giving a partner attack name which is pretty advanced for this grade.
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 11, 2018 0:28:17 GMT
"Thanks, I made it myself!" Sylvie replies with acid sweetness to the "nice hand" comment. She gives Brook a nod and an evil grin.
It takes Sylvie too long to re-absorb her constructs, so she doesn't even try. Instead she flails her arm and the bloody cords merge into one, still ending in her metal glove, and whip around like it's alive. As Orchid charges forward, Sylvie's arm moves into a guard position and as the baseball bat closes in the blood tentacle wraps around it, the gauntlet grabbing hold near the end. Sylvie yanks hard on the bat and steps to the side - if Orchid doesn't let go, she'll go over the railing behind Sylvie.
Hopefully that isn't too much, if it is let me know and I'll adjust as requested!
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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 11, 2018 11:32:37 GMT
Orchid shows why she's clever, here. She doesn't let go of the bat, but on the way by she grabs Sylvie's hair in a big, messy, evil clump.
By the time she's going over the railing, she's wearing an insane, joyless grin.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2018 13:06:37 GMT
Brook will go through a portal and pop up to smack Orchid's hand and make sure her friend doesn't fall, Orchid will not fall long but she will land in water, she is in the red garden. "There! don't worry we are not getting expelled for killing you, you aren't worth it."
the portal will then pop out of existance like a soap bubble.
"Come on lets get ourselves to the front hall."
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 11, 2018 13:36:07 GMT
If she'd realized what Orchid was doing earlier, Sylvie could have dodged, or just not sent her flying, but by the time she realizes what the crazy bat-wielder is doing with her empty hand, it's too late to do more than flinch.
Sylvie's hair is on the short side - long enough to grab, but not long enough to get enough of a handle on her to pull her over the edge. She yowls like a scalded cat and staggers a bit, but ultimately the only thing going over the edge with Orchid is a thin lock of hair and an outraged shriek.
"Next time let her drop," Sylvie grumbles quietly as the portal blinks out of existence. Her hand probes gently at the area that lost the most hair, the blood extension reabsorbing smoothly into her body.
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Post by Orchid Slinks on Nov 12, 2018 18:17:14 GMT
Orchid's still wearing the crazy, joyless grin as she falls, right into the portal, and then a surprisingly short way down, into the pool. That's cool. She's been wet before, and frankly she considers herself the winner here. Two against one, and only one of them lost their perfect hairdo.
She tucks the lock of hair away into a pocket, and picks herself up, walking over to where the stuff has dropped. She takes the time to separate her junk, and then dumps Sylvie's luggage into the pool, more out of spite than anything, and heads inside for the announcement.
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Post by Sylvie Larimar on Nov 12, 2018 23:29:06 GMT
(Didn't Orchid drop the remaining luggage ON the roof, before charging? She then got ported to a pool/pond/fountain in a garden, without the stuff?)there's no mention of Brook sending luggage after her?
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