OHS: Omniverse High School(In Chracter) - Day 1

[Corporal Light]

Well that was easier than I imagined it would be.

He pondered over the undead teenager's ultimatum for a little while, holding onto a nearby seat for balance with his left hand, while holding the money with his right. Dan would've probably wanted him to just give him back the money. Not worth getting beaten up on the first day of school

But Dan also hadn't fought anyone before in his life. Ballad had won and lost his fair share of battles though he never admitted he ever truly "lost" a battle. A few of them had been big, sweaty guys that spoke slowly and never with any sophistication. They were typically the fiercest... and the easiest to fight.

He would accept this guy's challenge. Better yet, just to spite him, he'll get the drop on him when he least expects it.

Smiling, he turned around, sarcastically saying "Thanks for the cash, you oversized chemical product," before walking back to his aisle.

As he sat down next to Dan, he elbowed him in the side, nearly shouting "Are you fucking crazy?!" at the top of his lung.

"Chill out, my friend. My brain's already cooking up a plan for how to deal with that schmoe." He replied, putting a calming hand on his friend's shoulder, "and once we do, you can bet your ass that school won't be a problem for either of us. We won't have to steal anyone's lunch money, for one thing."

The duo chuckled, occasionally making glances towards some of the other individuals seated with them near the back.

[The Rogue]

Connor notices the pale kid with white hair across from his seat and nods his head downwards to the kid. Then the green kid who took money from Grundy kept it. Connor cringed when he heard the kid's friend yell. Well you can't help people who don't want to help themselves, so Connor just shrugs. He then turns in his seat and faces Grundy.

"Grundy right? How about after school you and that kid settle this on the mat or in the ring?", Connor offers as a solution, "Therefore you both won't get in trouble.", Connor looks Grundy in the eyes and waits for an answer.

[Demetri Malius]

Demetri sat towards the back of the bus. Eyes locked onto the dim screen of his brand new computer. He had managed to gain enough money through his schemes to but it and convince his parents that he on it in an "essay contest". No matter, it couldn't compare to his monstrous setup in his room. He wondered what he would discover from his peers this year. Middle school drama was fine, but he figured that the dirt and secrets he would uncover here would do more than satisfy his lust for information. Wtih a smirk the hacker closed his laptop. Now, who to buddy with in order to buddy with in order to blend in...

His grey eyes acanned the bus, looking over possible cliques. Those two girls up front were obviously part of the rich and popular. They would be the ones with all the dirt, no use getting close to them, although depending on how corrupt they were maybe they would be going to him. He gave a low chuckle that he hid behind the sleeve of his gray hoodie.
The yellow haired kid was also clearly part of that, with his seemingly uptight sitting position,probably didnt want anyone sitting next to him.

There were the two kids a littble more behind him, a girl that seemed to be dozing off with a hairy kid beside her. For some reason he felt suspicious of the guy, with his occasional bark at the bickering kids by the football captain. They were asking for trouble, by the looks of the guy. None would be able to disguise him. He needed to blend in with those similar to him.

A jolt sent the hacker facedirst into the seat in front of him, causing him to grumble before taking a more stable position, before a rough turn sent the short 5' 4" teen to the other side of the bus.

A loud "oof!" Sounded from the hacker and whoever he slammed into as he regained his senses.

"Ah, sorry about that. The damned bus drive-" his thoughts were interrupted as he examined the pink-haired girl in front of him. She was but a child? Surely she was on the wrong bus... unless, perhaps she was some type of prodigy. The skin on his back tingled a bit from worry. These types of children had unpredictable mental abilities. Or perhaps just too much time on their hands. Either way, he needed to be careful.

"Shhhh! Just be quiet! Can't you see im trying to troll this guy?" She hushed at him, and Demetri could see the device in her hand looking at the twotter account of blondie up front. A smirk came across his face.

"Ah, I see. Well, I don't mean to interrupt such a delicate mission. However, I am curious to see what you do, see if you can get on his nerves."

[Guu]

Guu winced a little as Demetri slid next to her, however his interest in the art of trolling made him a more welcoming presence. She motioned the phone closer to him so he could see better. She continued to speak in hushed tones to keep from Gilg overhearing.

"Trolling is a widely misunderstood art form as it's much more than just being mean for the sake of it. The technique I'm using here is more of a game."


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@Gilgamesh You should really test your hairstylist for drug abuse or else they'll bust out the "Flock of Seagulls" next.


"The goal is to get as petty with your insults as you can but still cause rage. It's a tricky game because if you attempt it too much, he'll eventually grew immune and ignore you."


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@Gilgamesh You must like them ol' though. With your looks you must be shooting for the middle aged Twilight fans. #teamedward


"But if you still can get a rise out of them, it's the greatest reward of all."


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@Gilgamesh That's cool, I heard they are fine with the small ones.

[Trixie]

Another day. Another moment where she wished she was still Special Forces instead of some backwater gym teacher. Trixie Dragmire, wife to the Vice Principal, unlocked her office and placed her duffle bag on the folding char in front of her desk. The gym was state of the art with everything she could need to whip those young idiots into shape, but her office was stocked with what looked like hand-me down office supplies and back room furniture. With a tug she removed her jacket and hung it on the peg she had installed behind her door. Taking a stick of gum from her desk drawer she popped it into her mouth. The first day of school was the worst. She couldn't drive the "children" to exhaustion, because they needed to be introduced and organized into proper groups. It was pathetic. Trixie took a scrunchie from her duffel bag and pulled her hair into a pony tail before grabbing her fingerless gloves and making for the front of the school. It was her job to make sure no fights broke out as the students came in off the buses.

Pathetic.

[Ari]

Cat had tucked herself in a window seat carefully, near the front of the bus so she wouldn't be bothered too much by the other students. She didn't know any of them, or at least, she didn't think she did. She had been too concerned with doodling on her tablet to notice who came on the bus with her.
She'd done her hair up on the sides in two large braids clipped to the back of her head, while the rest of it hung down loosely in small waves. She'd also woven in some cord with brightly coloured feathers hanging off of it. It wasn't that she cared much how people saw her, but it was her first day of school and she wanted it to start off well. For now though, she would just hide where she was until they got to school.

[Demetri Malius]

Her antics were quite well-planned, a cautious yet advanced strategy in order to flabbergast her opponent. The hacker was impressed, BUT he knew there was more to be done.

"Poking at him is fun and all, but when you have a skillset like mine, things get even more interesting," he said with a dark chuckle while unzipping his laptop bag. With a soft beep, it turned on, running a variety of programs and pop-up windows. This baby was sweet.

"Alright, let me just run a few start up programs aaaaand we are in his account. Lemme just make sure the identity protection is on, can't make the same mistake as last time I hacked a rich dude."

"What? You mean you are logged on to his twitter?" Guu exclaimed, astonished.

"Yup, so what do you think we should set his new profile them to?"

A slow, devious smile crept upon the small girl's face, her mind full of new plans to troll the hell out of this guy.

"I got the perfect thing."

[Amber Veritz]

Amber's ears were perked, listening to the sound of every voice within the bus. All the voices at once bothered her ears slightly, but it wasn't enough to shut herself up when talking to Adam. "So then two of the archers dropped their bows!" She laughed about her latest Dungeons and Dragons game, which Adam had participated in. Her memory didn't serve her the best. "They had to waste a turn picking their bows back up. BUT THE THIRD ARCHER WAS SOME KIND OF GOD ARCHER. He hit a straight shot to one of our NPCs chest and nearly killed him. The merchant who's luck failed him in the beginning started chopping of heads. It was crazy."

[Roger Smith]

Another year, another year...one much shorter than the other, but infinitely more irritating. Halls of hallowed learning, spoiled by people who wanted no part of it, and by the...

CLANG-KKCH-SCREEEECH

"AVAST YE SCURVY WHIPPERSNAPPERS, PIPE DOWN!"

For what was very, very far from the first time — even just on this one morning bus ride — mister Crow went ignored, and lapsed back into muttering. The old guy was a certifiable crazy case with an extra helping of the loco sprinkles on the side, but he knew what he was doing. Adam had heard the stories. Probably a little shaken and ruffled, but never in any real danger, and always on time. Crow always got students where they were going safely and soundly....if a little green around the gills.

And as Adam almost spilled out of his seat, trying to split his attention between remaining upright, and listening to Amber's riveting re-telling of events, he was finding out exactly what that meant. He was already feeling a little green himself.

"Yeah...yeah...god archer...almost killed an NPC....good king beheader the merchant...uh-huh... Ghk..." He shook his head. "We sure got some fun faces in the crowd this time..." He was muttering darkly to himself by this point, adjusting his glasses. "Some of them need a d4 in their shoes....or a six pack of them..." He huffed as he witnessed a confrontation between the 'oh so popular' king jock on campus, the captain of the whatever it was sportsball alliance, Solomon Grundy....and some poor little green kid who thought it would be cool to steal from him.

"That's a natural 1 on common sense for cabbage patch....aaaaand then a natural 20 on narrowly avoiding death." He shot a sidelong glance at Amber. "This is an omen, you realize that. An omen that things are going to go absolutely god damn awful."

[Amber Veritz]

Amber laughed to Adam's quick investigation of their surrounding. "Yes, true. An omen indeed, you didn't roll perception. You wouldn't know whether it's going to be good or bad without that check." She slumped back into her seat holding on to the one in front of her, trying to keep herself upright. "We are going to recreate the DnD club like we had in middle school right?" She asked him, the tone of her voice beginning to change to a more serious attitude.

[Gwendolyn]

Koal smirked as he picked up the various conversations going about the room, kids talking about cliche things, or games they had played, or even the occasional confrontation. This was Koal's favorite thing to do with his time. He was a listener, it was what he did, he listened to things. Growing up like he did, you had to be.

He cracked open his eye, the purple iris flitting around the small confines of the bus. Mr. Crow was still insane, Adam and some girl were chatting, the fuckboy captain of the football team was threatening him.... "God I hate school, too many hormonal teenagers who think they're better than everyone else." His voice was low and quiet, easily drowned out by the noise of the rest of the bus. Getting fed up, Koal looked for another spot on the bus to sit...Most of the middle of the bus seemed occupied, but the back wasn't that bad.

Koal grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his right shoulder and stalked to the back of the bus, his feet shifting to compensate for the reckless driving of the pilot. As he passed Grundy, Koal couldn't help himself, " I'd like to see you try." Aaaannd Koal knew he was going to regret that later, but he didn't care. His mouth got him in and out of trouble on a regular basis, this was a fact of his life.

He made it to the back without too much trouble, having to weave around a few standing kids, and sitting in the back corner, closing his eyes, and listening...

[Roger Smith]

"Didn't roll perception...? Please, what do you take me for?" He tapped his glasses. "I literally have better than 20/20 vision with these things. I have like at least 19 passive perception. Don't even need to make a check. Besides." His expression as he stared at the general everything going on in the bus could not have been more deadpan. "Look at this. Even a natural 1 would tell you something is up. I thought we had some real weird ones back in middle school, but this....this?!" He shook his head. "Everyone has taken a level in obnoxious!"

The question about D&D club brought him right back down to earth. "That is a question with only one possible answer. And said answer is, of course..." His face collided with the seat in front of him as the bus made a particularly violent turn around another vehicle. The 'expert' driving of Mr. Crow at work once again. "...entirely dependent on whether we survive getting to school to start it." He finished, as if unfazed by the predicament. "But rest assured, it is most certainly on the agenda."

[Amber Veritz]

The bus comes to a halting stop abruptly. The student realize now that they have finally arrived at the school and are greated by Ganondorf and Omni. Who doesn't at all seem upset that the bus was overwhelmingly late. "Hurry along to your classes children. The day has already begun, and your teachers are aware of your late arrival." Omni says after giving his greetting and watching as most the kids scurry off while others take their time.

[Harlan Higgs]

Grundy ruminated on Connor's suggestion, nodding slowly.

"good idea. Don't want trouble this early in year.
The chalk white youth sat in silence the rest of the ride, stirring only to shrug at the kid he'd picked out earlier's remark. Oh boy. Seems like the nerds grew some balls this year. He could tell there was work for him to do, aside from football. Maybe even a couple of them could be drawn into the pep squad, hahah.

The bus lurched to a halt, and Grundy gave Connor a friendly punch on the shoulder as they disembarked.
"see you later, chop suey. Come by gym after classes, we will have catch."

[Ganondorf]

The great Gerudo Vice-Principal snorted as the buses finally arrived. It was about time. Omni might have a flippant attitude about the student's tardiness, but Ganondorf knew that it wasn't the drivers' fault that they were late. Undoubtedly, those hellions were causing too much ruckus for the driver to make decent time.

The haughty man adjusted his red-striped tie, a gift from his wife and, glared down his nose at the students heading into the school. None of them showed the proper urgency their tardiness demanded. Did they not care about their education? Likely not. They were worms. The VP would be surprised if any of them made something of themselves in life.

"Enough dawdling," Ganondorf spoke, his deep voice grim and commanding. "Class has begun and I will not tolerate students who slack on their educations."

From beside him, Omni simply sighed.

[Smith]

From deep within the catacombs of the school, Smith felt a foreboding fall upon him. It was time. They were here. Now, rather than the ease of routine maintenance on an already perfect school, he'd have to run to and fro, cleaning up after the disgusting children about to run rampant. Maybe it was time to tender his resignation...

[Jak Mar]

The long eared eco warrior walked into the school placing down his scarf off his mouth. Perfect time to cause a little mischief.

Jak slipped his hoverboard from his back and made it a point to take a path down to chemistry on his list, which he plainly didn't care about much except to blow crap up.

[Corporal Light]

Neither Dan nor Ballad really did much of anything during the rest of the bus ride. Dan because he found better time fondling the money he had managed to get from the green teenager while Ballad was thinking about how to handle Mister Grundy man. He was clearly big and muscular, and he had noticed he had on a jersey. Probably a football player.

So even if he couldn't beat him physically, chances are he could ruin his standing with his coach if he goaded him enough to pick a fight with him.

He smiled before explaining his plan to Dan. He got a glint in his eye that reminded the green teenager of what he had told him during eighth grade when they had lit a trash can on fire during science class. He gave him an approving nod as the bus stopped.

"Guess it's time.." Ballad muttered, sliding out of his seat and slinging his backpack onto his back. Dan followed close behind as they stepped out of the bus, taking a few moments to stare at the school.

"Pretty big, don't you think?" Dan said, looking towards his friend.

"Mmhmm.. say, what do you have first period again?"

"Chemistry. Why?"

He swore. "Damn. Got History."

"Too bad, man. Hope Grundy doesn't kick your ass when I'm not looking." Dan chuckled, elbowing him in the arm in a playful manner, giving him a nervous chuckle.

Ballad nodded, picking up the pace as he headed into the school, searching for history.

[The Rogue]

"Don't call me that, my name is Connor by the way".
Connor shrugs off Grundy and heads for his first class, Computer Science.

[Gwendolyn]

Koal stumbled off the bus, his feet not quite getting the hang of it just yet. His brushed a piece of hair out of his eye with his left hand, his right occupied with his smartphone. The young man glanced down at the illuminated screen, then back at the school. His first class was history with one Mister Tartaros. Koal's eyebrows shot up at that, a small smile gracing his face. " Not a bad first period." His voice suitably conveyed his surprise, and Koal walked through the large double doors of the building.

The hallways were already busy and full of flying paper, yelling, and Koal was pretty sure he saw a melancholy man looking at the students with a look of pure hatred. Wierd. He looked at his phone again, pulling up a virtual map of the school, trying to discern where the art room was... His focus was devoted to the task, so he was very surprised when he bumped into someone, and his phone hit the floor, along with the other person's books and a few papers.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Didn't see where I was going." He helped the student on her way, apologizing profusely. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he walked away, cursing in fluent german. He dusted off his phone (Luckily it hadn't shattered on the ground) but stayed more alert. He could feel some kids, mostly the preps if he was to guess, stare and whisper about him as he passed. His mood grew more and more foul with each passing moment...

Yep, today is a baaadddd day...