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-Rynex-	Feb 23 2008, 06:04 AM Post #1
Master Posts: 364 Group: Elite Member #6 Joined: February 20, 2007	OOC: Alright, I finally decided to open it up. However, before I go right into this, I want to point something out real quick: this is not the OOC thread. If you absolutely have to post in OOC, keep it as short and concise as possible. Otherwise, put it in the designated OOC thread. --- Night descended on Horum quickly, as it always does in the latter portions of the year. And, like always regardless of the season, a mild snowstorm was raging outside. Outside, a digital thermometer displayed the temperature, which was at a staggering -143 degrees Fahrenheit. The storm raged on, dropping massive amounts of snow onto the city streets. Other smaller flakes were suspended in the air, making the city seem as if it were in a giant cloud as the flakes scattered the light that entered it, giving everything a dream-like haze. Indeed, it was a sight to behold. Sadly, nobody was watching, rather, all of them were asleep, which was expected, as it was nearly four in the morning. Somewhere in the outskirts, a small community had developed over the years. It was a pleasant enough place where the people were friendly and the children were only mildly mischievous. Here lived a young man by the name of Roghan Yanwe who, like everyone else, was off in the realm of altered consciousness. Roghan was a Year 12 student at School-04, one of the larger and more grandeur undergraduate schools in the city. He was your average student in all but one of his subjects, that being Physical Education where he showed exceptional prowess in the Blade art form. At the same time, he was also proficient in the art of Element Manipulation, which he learned from his mother, Naomi Yanwe. He was a reserved individual who preferred to keep to himself most of the time. However, for those willing to speak to him, he usually managed to wow them with his rich vocabulary and razor sharp wit, a trait he had honed since he could talk. Appearance wise, he was somewhat unique. In a bizarre case of recessive genes becoming dominant, he possessed an unusual head of black-and-white hair, with the hair being black at the roots and turning white at the top. His skin was tanned from being in the sun, and his eyes were a bright sky blue. Many of the girls he met found him highly desirable – he was firm in the belief that they are mislead. As the clock on his computer ticked down, the storm outside calmed and Seradin’s sun, christened Novasera, began to rise, and its rays made the fresh snow shine a brilliant white. Solar collectors placed in strategic points around the city were struck by the light, and transferred the energy to the head grid beneath the stone-metal streets. As the coils heated, so too did the road, though just enough to melt the snow that had fallen. As it melted, the snow ran into collection drains where it would be transferred to a facility and distributed around the city. At the same time, the temperature began to rise from -143 to a more reasonable -4. By Seradin’s standards, that was “slightly cool” weather. The clock inside Roghan’s room continued to count down the seconds. Finally, at exactly 6:30, the alarm went off, and Roghan awoke from his deep slumber. Like every morning, he trudged out of his room and greeted the rest of the family who were doing the same with a typical grunt. Five minutes after emerging from his short hibernation, the entire family was accounted for, and they all marched in order of oldest to youngest into the designated chamber where the family would pay their dues and pray to the ancestors for luck in their daily routine. Praying to the Ancestors had been a part of Roghan’s life since he was born. Ancestral worship was finicky business and your ancestors weren’t always the nicest of people. Luckily, the ancestor designated to be Roghan’s guardian, his great grandfather Nicholas Yanwe, was one of the nicer ones. Roghan knelt down in front of the elder Yanwe’s statue, and a moment later, began speaking to it. “Grandfather, it’s nice to speak to you again,” Roghan said in a smooth voice that many had come to associate with him. The statue’s eyes began to glow, and the elder responded. It was almost funny when Roghan thought about it: too everyone else, he was talking to a statue with glowing eyes. That was one of the quirks about Ancestral worship, though. Nobody but the person assigned to the statue could speak to the person it represented. “As the same to you, my son.” He paused for a moment, and continued. “Have you found the nerve to speak to her yet?” Roghan was caught off guard by that statement and was about to demand how he knew about his personal love life. Then, he remembered that Ancestral guardians know everything that happens to their protectorate, and although they don’t interfere, they were always watching. “Oh, you mean Cassandra,” Roghan finally blurted. Cassandra Dela was another Year 12 student at School-04, and Roghan had quite the crush on her. He was considering telling a lie, but he knew that Nicholas would see right through him. He sighed and continued. “No, grandfather, I haven’t. Something about her causes my collected nerve to become meaningless.” He looked into the statues eyes, hoping to see some sort of expression. Obviously, this couldn’t happen – after all, statues don’t have expressions. “I don’t know, grandfather. Listen, you can perceive future events, can’t you tell me if we will one day be together?” Nicholas went silent for a moment before speaking. “Roghan, I cannot see into her heart, therefore I cannot know.” Roghan sighed again. “I understand. I must go now.” He stood up and walked back to his room to dress himself. After he was done, he got himself a drink and walked out the door and into the freezing outside that was Seradin.



Psycho Werekitsune	Feb 26 2008, 07:44 AM Post #2
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	The city of Velardia was bustling with activity, as it was around mid-day on the continent of Altaire. Somewhere at the top of one of the taller buildings in downtown Velardia, an office block was situated. Within the building, elevator doors opened to reveal an attractive, middle aged woman, stepping out to greet everyone after taking her lunch break. She passed a few cubicles, demanding paperwork from some of the other employees, and confirming deadlines for specific jobs. Kiera Reznik was the chief mechanical and computer engineer at Altaire Tech., and her job was a daunting one. Yet despite that, she held firm and persevered, producing the desired results. She stepped into her office and sat on the table, looking through various blueprints and schematics, while sipping on some coffee. Well, what do we have here? She squinted at one of the reports she had and groaned. It appeared that there was a malfunction with one of her company's compressors at the local assembly lines. This meant that she would have to go down there herself and see what the problem is, seeing as she was in charge of the project. She put her hand against the small earpiece on her left ear and spoke. "Tristran, set me up an appointment, someone botched one of our jobs." "Alright ma'am, I'll get to work on it." She sighed, before relaxing back into her seat. It was going to be a long day.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-Rynex-	Mar 2 2008, 04:26 AM Post #3
Master Posts: 364 Group: Elite Member #6 Joined: February 20, 2007	Roghan walked along the sidewalks, feeling almost claustrophobic as the snowdrifts on either side of him rose to the level of his waist. The cold air nipped at his nose and his ears, leading him to pull down the ear protection apparatus on his headgear and utilize the face mask that he added himself. As he walked, clouds began to develop overhead. "Damn it," he muttered to himself. Storm clouds on Seradin typically meant a blizzard was coming, and the last thing he wanted to do was trudge home through ten feet of heavy snowfall. Even with the sidewalks cleared, ten feet of snow on either side would play hell with his distaste for enclosed spaces. As he walked, he soon came into contact with a group of other School-04 students. One was a squat fellow who wore the signature green of a Year 10. One was a tall, thin girl who wore the signature Cyan of a Year 11. The third was a medium height, medium build boy who wore the signature blue of a Year 9. Roghan couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of the signature black of a Year 12. After having a small conversation with them, he found out that, like him, they were traveling to the Tram Station (known to the teenage populace as "The Station"). From there, they would travel via Tram to School-04. After a few minutes of walking, they came upon the Tram Station. It was a large silver building with a ceiling of thick panes of glass. The glass was well over an inch thick, and it was heated to 100 degrees, which caused snow and sleet to melt on contact. The water would then flow down into the collection grid where it would be used for all sorts of things. The group entered the building and was immediately exposed to temperatures of 68 degrees, which was a blazing furnace when compared to the outside temperature of -4, the latter of which was steadily dropping. Once inside, they shed their insulated clothing, which they then folded and placed in the designated packs they were carrying. The group then went off to do whatever it is they wanted to do. Beneath his insulated clothing, Roghan wore an attire typically associated with the "Normal" kids at School-04. His shirt was black with gray patches on the shoulders and sides, and was made of a silky material. His pants were dark gray on the thighs and black on the knees, shins, and calves, and were made of a course denim fabric. His shoes were made of black rubber and Ginisth leather. He also possessed a crystal powered watch on his left wrist and a necklace made of steel, and from which hung the crest of his family. Within the station was a small café that was manned by a tall, slender woman with brown hair and brown eyes. She was busy cleaning the machinery when Roghan sat down. He waited for a moment before garnering her attention with a small cough. Apparently, it startled her as she jumped slightly. "Oh! I didn't see you there," she said, embarrassed. Roghan chuckled, "Sorry about that." The tenant paused for a moment, then continued. "What can I get you?" she asked. Roghan looked the menu over before deciding. "I'll take a coffee, small, 100 degrees, Vanilla creamer, two blocks of sugar, and whipped." The tenant punched in a few keys on the terminal. "Alright, that will be nine points, please." Roghan pulled out his ID Card, swiped it, selected "Credit Point Transfer à Local Terminal," set the value to 9, then pressed "Confirm Transfer." The machine behind the tenant came to life, and within moments, Roghan was holding a cup of steaming coffee. He thanked the tenant and walked over to a series of benches in the middle of the room. While he was sitting there, he didn't notice that someone else had entered the station. This particular individual was a girl of medium height and athletic with black hair, slightly paler skin than most, and green eyes. She was also a Year 12 since she wore the signature black. Beneath her insulated clothing, she wore a black midriff T-shirt with a black fishnet shirt on top of it. Her pants were the same as Roghan's, albeit the women's version. She sat down at the bench perpendicular to the one Roghan was sitting in. Roghan didn't notice at first since he was focused on the rather exquisite cup of coffee he was slurping. It was heavenly. However, he blew his cool after he noticed, for the woman that had sat down was none other than Cassandra Dela, the woman he was in love with.



Psycho Werekitsune	Mar 13 2008, 12:52 AM Post #4
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	The sound of machinery and hydraulics echoed throughout the vast chamber as Kiera surveyed the machinery. A small holographic display being piped through her earpiece covered her eye, as she scanned the equipment, searching for the malfunction. It didn't take her long to find, and she breathed out a sigh of relief, noting it wasn't anything serious. Just a faulty capacitor. Jeez, this could've been hell if it was something serious. "Mayhaps madam requires my aid?" Kiera let out a yelp as the voice startled her, her expression turning from surprise to that of distaste within a few seconds. She turned to face the speaker, as the distinct shape of a humanoid began to form from a puff of yellow smoke. "Dammit Jalal, could you NOT sneak up on me like that?" She held a large maintenance tool in her right hand, pointed at the now fully formed figure. It appeared to be a large, well built man, wearing traditional Middle Eastern garb from Earth. "My appologies madam, I did not know you were labouring so dutifully." She groaned and rolled her eyes. Her family spirit was an annoying fellow who enjoyed popping in to check on her at the worst possible times. "Look, just tell me what it is you need and PLEASE, get out of my hair. Also, I thought we discussed this 'madam' nonsense. I have a first name you know." The humble servant took a bow before responding. "I am sorry, I cannot comply with your request madam. In any case, I bring greetings from your parents, and they wish to meet with you soon." A puzzled look crossed Kiera's features. Why would her parents want to meet with her now? There had to be a good reason, or maybe some occassion or event she had forgotten about. "Hmm....well, tell them I'll take the next transport out when I'm done with today's work alright?" The genie bowed and dissappeared in the same manner he had appeared, leaving Kiera to return to her work.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-Rynex-	Mar 13 2008, 01:45 AM Post #5
Master Posts: 364 Group: Elite Member #6 Joined: February 20, 2007	Roghan continued to be oblivious to what was going on around him and who was walking up behind him. A magazine he had picked up pretty much occupied all his attention. He was like that: whereas some people had a hard time focusing on things, Roghan had a hard time not focusing on things. As he sat there, sipping the last little bit of his coffee, Miss Dela sat down at a bench perpendicular to the one Roghan was sitting on. Suddenly, despite still reading, it hit him: he started breathing heavier, his heart started beating faster, and cold beads of sweat began to form on his neck. He slowly looked up from his magazine and nearly yelped. There she was, a mere six feet from him. He sat there, eying her, watching her every movement and making a memory of it like the borderline stalker he was. She pulled her pack over and rummaged through it, pulling out a tablet and a pen and began writing. He had to wring his neck to see what she was doing: The assignment issued the day before in Period 6 and she hadn't finished it. This is my chance... thank you, ancestors, Roghan thought to himself. This was his opportunity to make a move. He cleared his throat quickly before speaking. "Er...um...hey, Cassandra." Dammit, he scolded himself, now she thinks I'm nervous. I mean, I am, but she's not supposed to know. She slowly looked up from her paper and stared at him for a second or two. (To Roghan, it felt like a year.) Finally, she spoke. "Um, hi...Roghan, is it?" He breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, she knows my name. "Yeah, uh, I noticed that you were still doing that assignment." He pulled out his and handed it to her. "Just replace my name with yours." She looked at the tablet, then took it. "Thank you, but won't you get a bad mark?" Roghan chuckled a bit. "Eh, it doesn't bother me," he said, which was a total lie. She smiled a little and thanked him before walking off. At that point, the tram arrived and Roghan boarded it. "Love is expensive," he said to himself as the doors closed and the tram began its journey to School-04.



Psycho Werekitsune	Apr 27 2008, 11:12 PM Post #6
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	(CLEAR! defibs) Diagnostics had confirmed what she had already discovered earlier, and she was already making the necessary procedures for repairs to be handled as soon as possible. It was some very complex work, and she needed to get the most reliable people on board for it. After making arrangements, she packed her equipment and headed back out to the transport. It took her directly to her appartment, where she prepared her things for the trip to visit her family. It hadn't taken long, and she hurried back out to take a transport to the shuttle station. Only moments later was she seated within the shuttle as it prepared to head straight for Veldaria, where her parents were located.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-Rynex-	Apr 30 2008, 06:43 AM Post #7
Master Posts: 364 Group: Elite Member #6 Joined: February 20, 2007	The journey to School-04 was, for the most part, lackluster and boring, but considering that it was typical for these rides to be like that, Roghan didn't give it a second thought. Instead, he kicked back and drifted into a light sleep. He savored these 10 minute naps in the morning - they gave him the necessary energy needed to stay awake through Class 1. The tram came to a stop within School-04's very own station; being a large school had its perks. The light jerk that emanated throughout the tram woke Roghan from his nap. He was a little disoriented at first, as are all sleepers who are suddenly awoken, but he quickly adjusted himself, gathered his things, and exited the tram. Inside the station, the temperature hovered around 50 degrees - warm when compared to the -4 outside, but cold when compared to the 75 degree tram interior. Roghan didn't much care, however, for there were more important things to focus on, namely, what he was going to tell Dr. Aspen, the professor of Class 1. After all, he had just given up his paper. He shook the thoughts off as he made his way to his Storage Locker. Within Hall 12, the rest of the Year 12 students were busy gathering the necessary materials for Class 1. Others were socializing and talking about their favorite sports, shows, or music. Roghan didn't join any of the conversations and instead went straight to his locker, all the while being bombarded by the atypical "Hey man" comments from people he had talked to only once before. Once he found his Storage Locker, he slid his ID Card. Once the on-board computer processed the information it had been given (a process that took all of 0.6 seconds) and, upon confirming Roghan's identity, unlocked itself and slid open. Inside Roghan's Storage Locker was a scene that could only be described as a pandemonium. Old papers, books, and other such materials were stuffed unceremoniously into the Storage Locker's interior. Still, he had become quite adept at navigating the cluttered mess, and within moments, he had found and removed the necessary materials for Class 1. He closed the locker and initiated the Lockdown command and made his way to Class 1. Upon nearing the room, Roghan remembered that he didn't have his assignment with him, and became well aware of the fact that he was now officially fucked. He had never missed an assignment in this class, not because he was a compulsive worker, but because he knew the consequences for not doing so in this particular class. Dr. Aspen never took kindly to students missing their assignments. Once he entered the room, however, he noticed an object on his desk. Upon further inspection, it was the assignment he had given p an hour or so earlier. Attached to it was a note that read "Thanks for sharing." Roghan chuckled as he sat down. As he did, more students began pouring in, and soon, the room was filled with other Year 12 students, all of them chattering over whatever interested them. A few moments later, the Second Bell sounded, and class began. Upon its end, however, the hologram projector at the front of the room sprang to life, projecting the silhouette of School-04's dean. He had an announcement to make. "First off, this announcement applies to Year 12 students only. Professors of any other Year should immediately disengage their hologram projectors and continue with class." He paused for a moment. "Now, as you all know, this is your final year here at School-04, and as I'm sure you've already been told, your class with be allowed to take a congratulatory field trip to anywhere on Seradin." He paused again, then continued. "A poll was set up to decide where the students wanted to go. Polls closed last week, as you all know, and the voted have been counted. The destination is..." He paused again for the sole purpose of increasing tension. After what felt like an eternity, he revealed the destination. "Altaire."



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