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This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info. We also encourage you to check out the "!!event" tag on the IC comms to brush up on the story so far.

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We'll be finishing our unit on radicals soon. But for now, I want to see just how well you've been paying attention. I'm about to give you proof that 2 = 1. I know what some of you are thinking, but hear me out.

a = b
a2 = ab
a2 - b2 = ab-b2
(a-b)(a+b) = b(a-b)
a+b = b
b+b = b
2b = b
2 = 1

That is my proof. If you can argue that this proof is false, I'd love to hear it. Those who can do so will receive extra credit on your end-of-semester exam. Good luck~

[ Prose ]

Now that she was done teasing her algebra students, Ran found herself with an inordinate amount of free time. And just as foxes are wont to do, free time often lead to mischief. It was a habit Yukari had tried to break her from, but some things just never changed. So she found herself using her 'fox fire' to create some illusions over the swimming pool... while it was in use. Doing so in such a way that, in fact, the illusion would probably look different to anyone who was viewing it.

Some habits die hard.

Edited 2012-12-03 21:34 (UTC)

Today was to be her first day at the school. The flight had been exhausting and she'd taken it all alone. Luckily she didn't have to take the trip to the school alone. She was greeted at the airport by one of the school's staff. The taxi ride had been relatively quiet, the staff member told her what she needed to know about the school and that was about it.

She was shown her room and told a tour could be given after she had rested. But Dany was too nervous and excited to rest so the moment she got the chance she slipped from her room and began to explore.

It didn't take her long to get lost. Before long she found herself in the greenhouse. At least the school had something of comfort. She smiled as she settled on a bench near a large rose bush. She smoothed her skirt and glanced around at all the plants.

A deep breath helped her calm her nerves. "Maybe this place will not be so bad," she said softly as she pulled her long silvery-blonde hair over her right shoulder and began to braid it.

Perhaps Daenerys felt it when she first entered the greenhouse. Or perhaps after a few minutes looking around, it happened. But eventually it would happen - the smell would get to her.

But it is not the general smell of many assortment of flowers in the greenhouse. It is the overpowering smell of just one. A sweet, fruity scent, which seems to emanate from one of the corners. And in that corner was a young woman, one who looks like she could be around Daenerys' age. And yet also, she could be older.

She was concentrating.

Kakyuu could find nothing like home here. So she intended to make - what else? - a tea olive plant. The plant which shared her scent, and so many other things. A plant that she grew on her own body like hair. Even as she tried to call forth the seed she placed on the floor to life, small osmanthus blossoms were gently tumbling from within her hair, her sleeves, and her dress.

Edited 2012-12-03 21:54 (UTC)

[Network]

[Varon takes out his pocket device and jams a few buttons before he looks at the screen. Blue eyes that seem a lot bigger than they should definitely gives him the appearance of a child but that's not the case. He clears his throat before he speaks. His heavy Australian accent is thick but not impossible to understand.]

Oy! Name's Varon. Just got off the boat not too long ago. Found myself something neat too. Anyway, heard this place is a ripper. Got any stories?

Ah, guess I should tell you fine folks mine.

[He pauses for a moment and grins.]

Nah, I'll save that for the Q and A. Late.

[He smirks and waits.]

[Prose]

A yellow Kawasaki Intruder stopped in front of the school. The plain blue helmet, rider's mask and goggles hid the face of a young man of 16 wearing a red and black rider's jacket, black study jeans with the legs tucked in boots that had straps instead of laces that matched the jacket. Hands covered in black gloves held the handle bars until he turned off the engine. He rubbed his wrist to make sure that his spacial displacement device he stole that contained his armor was still in place. Satisfied, he removed his hand.

Equipped with only a backpack and a bed roll with a collapsible fishing pole and hunting knife, this was a guy that was used to surviving in the wilderness. He straightened himself up and looked up at the school.

"Huh. So, this is the place. Nice digs but a bit too quiet. I think I'll get bored here." His voice sounded muffled behind the mask but the tone depicted near disgust. His eyes showed a lack of interest.

He pulled the keys from the ignition from the handlebars and removed himself from the bike. He activated the kill switch and alarm before he made his way up the stairs. "Hope they got a drum set and a gym or this place'll got to shit real fast." He mused to himself with disinterest.

Having been independent for a year, being away from his band and his girlfriend didn't help his spirits much. Coming from a family of racers and travelers, he lost contact with them months ago after the fires that tore him from his home, he had little options left.

Once he opened the door and took a look around, he removed his helmet, raised his goggles and lowered his mask. "Huh, I know I'll be bored." Heavy boots stepped onto the new hardwood floor that was evidently recent in replacement. Then the smirk appeared. "Or maybe not."

"Oy, anyone home?" He yelled out. Screw making calls. The voice was more effective.

There was the soft jingle of a single bell that announced Dany's presence before she came into sight. Long skirts gathered in one hand she came bouncing down the stairs, she'd been in her own thoughts so the sight of Varon made her stop at the bottom of the staircase. Her silvery-blonde hair was worn in one long braid down her back, ending with that bell that was heard before. She her long skirts made her appear smaller than she was.

For a moment she simply stared at Varon. He appeared rough and obviously new, or simply just returning, given what he carried with him. She couldn't be sure one way or the other given she'd only recently arrived herself.

"Hello. Did you need a staff member?"

Varon's messy crop of brown thick hair made him appear taller than he normally would be but that would be mostly due to his lack of care and just giving up completely after being on the road for so long. The moment his ears catch the sound of Dany's voice, he turned his head toward her.

"Nah, just checking to see if the door wasn't unlocked on purpose without anyone manning the place, you know." He unzipped his jacket upon noticing that the room was uncomfortably warm.

"Can't be too trusting with questionable folks out there." His voice dropped a bit. "It's been a long journey."

By the time Dany had completed her braid the scent had become almost overwhelming. With a quick flick of her wrist she sent the braid over her shoulder and rose from the bench.

It took her a while to track down the source, weaving this way and that through the greenhouse. What she found was certainly a surprise to her. Hands folded in front of herself she stopped and tilted her head as she watched Kakyuu.

"That is quite amazing."

Dany's head tilted a bit to the right as she watched the boy. She knew everyone at the school was a mutant and was extremely curious about their powers but thought it rude to just ask. So she kept the question inside. Instead she smiled and said, "I was under the impression the door was always unlocked until curfew."

She'd never once found any of the outside doors to be locked before that time.

"I suppose that is true. I have yet to have such experiences." Given her very sheltered life Dany is still a very trusting girl.

Her response made one of his eyebrows arch. Everything at this point now seemed very odd. Not only did he find that the door was never locked and anyone could just waltz on in, it eventually made him laugh. "Good on him for being so trusting. If I ever owned a place like this, I'd be afraid my stuff'll get pinched."

He extended a hand in a friendly gesture. "Name's Varon. No last name, just Varon." He dropped the family name for a reason. He loved his late parents too much to mar their reputation.

The school did have other defenses, locking the doors wasn't really needed. Unless said defenses were knocked out by oh say, a power drain. "I believe it is done so that everyone here feels more welcomed. After all, this is now as much our home as it is the Professor's." She'd only met him once when she first arrived. He seemed like a very nice man and she already liked him.

For a moment Dany stared at his hand, seemingly confused by the gesture. She reached out and took his hand but didn't shake it, it was as if she expected him to do something. Usually a kiss on the hand was what she was used to getting. Ah, the joys of different cultures and social classes. "Daenerys Targaryen, but um, you can call me Dany. It is easier on the tongue."

"That's quite a mouthful. Dany it is." He didn't make any gesture other than to give a quick, firm, shake before he released his grip.

He thought about what she said with a small hum. Coming from a place where refinement wasn't part of the social game, the bush and living out in the wilderness didn't make for a lot of friends other than a few acquaintances along the way now and then. Friends were hard to come by when revenge played a huge role.

"So, you met this bloke? Gotta hand it to him, his tastes in homes are...er...stuffy." Varon really didn't have a good word for it. "I kinda miss the open air, but it's too damn cold to go camping out here."

She gave a small laugh and nodded, "Yes, I know. Hence the nickname."

Friends weren't a common thing for Dany either. At least, not friends her own age. She had knew many adults that she supposed she could call a friend but maybe that wasn't the right word for it.

"Just the once, right after I arrived. He seemed very nice. But yes, I do agree on the house feeling a little stuffy. Cluttered even. There is not enough open air in this layout." Her own home back home was large, possibly larger than the Institute but the layout for many of the rooms was very open. Sometimes Dany felt as if she were going to suffocate within the walls of the school. But that might just be the dragon in her complaining.

"It is much too cold."

"What is it? I mean, your name. What nationality is it?" Being Spanish in heritage and Australian by birth, he didn't know much aside from what he grew up with. He could go on and on about the Outback but knew nothing of Spain. "My dad was from Spain. My mum was a stewardess. Kinda gives new meaning to the word gypsy, eh?" Varon chuckled slightly before he took another few steps inside.

His gloved hand traced over the lines of the furniture. The wood panels and the way everything seemed cramped together almost felt like he didn't belong there. The rides he often took to become deliberately lost eventually made their path back to his home when he used to ride his dirt bike. He smiled to himself over the memory of his father berating him about how often Varon returned on a nearly empty tank.

He turned around to face Dany again and arched his back. He hadn't realized until now just how sore he was from those long hours on the road. "Guess I should say I'm a mutant at least. Never really thought of it much. It just comes naturally."

At the words, Kakyuu looked up, then turned to face the person who spoke to her. Her grip on the English language and its vocabulary was...spotty at best. But she smiled, nevertheless, even though she did not fully understand what was being said to her and knelt her head down.

"Io̧kwe."

"I am going to guess that my name was derived from the Greek god Dionysus. I unsure of how true that may be. As for where I am from my family has lived in Rome as far back as anyone can remember. Oh! I have heard Spain is very nice. I always wished to travel there one day." In fact she had always wished to travel to a lot of places.

Dany smiled and gave a little laugh, "I think that much is easy enough to figure out. After all, why else would you be here if you are not a mutant?"

Light purple eyes blinked at Kakyuu in response when she spoke. Dany was familiar with many languages, well, they Romance languages anyway. She gave an apologetic smile and a slight shake of her head.

"I am sorry, I do not understand."

"Damn, that long?" Varon looked almost in disbelief. He only visited a few places here and there while his father raced when he was a child but he couldn't remember much other than admiring his father as he raced. With his mutation so close to human, it was easy to hide unless he was caught in fight.

He chuckled softly when Dany gave her little laugh. He often thought of what it would have been like if he was an older brother but that time had passed. He bottled up his emotions and left the thought in the background. "Maybe I got the address off of some bloke's matchbook." He grinned playfully. "Seriously, though, I guess even now I gotta have some place to go. Thought I could do it on my own but I guess that comes with the territory of dead broke and homeless mixed with being too proud to admit I needed anything."

Dany nodded, causing the bell to jingle softly. "Yes."

"I doubt that to be the case." The last bit made her frown, she'd never had any experience with being dead broke or homeless. "That is terrible but at least you have here?"

"Bah, come off it." Varon waved the thought away. "Not like it's killed me or anything. Got me some character, is what it did. Pops always told me what doesn't kill a man makes him stronger and I ain't done nothing to deserve no one's pity. Got that?"

He didn't mean to come off as harsh as he had but it did give some irritation when people gave him handouts. "I'm only here because it's expected of me." He wouldn't admit it, but he did need the education and he needed the place to stay.

Dany gave an apologetic look, shrinking back a bit. "Sorry, I meant no offense."

Oh, She knew those words. No one ever understood her when she spoke her native language. So she would have to rely on her English. All she had to remember was to say her name, right? She didn't have to follow it with the requisite greeting of "fuck you" unless they were shouting or talking in a room with many people in it.

"I am Kakyuu."

And this, she bowed again.

Oh! She does speak English at the least. Dany smiles and can't help but give a polite little bow in return. Somehow it only seemed right.

"I am Daenerys Targaryen, but you may call me Dany. It is easier to say."

Varon calmed himself down. He lowered his head and his voice. "I'm sorry. I got a little hot there for a moment. Pay it no mind."

The journey did take a lot out of him and before he realized it, he was needing sleep and food. He decided sleep was more important. "Listen, Dany, it's been a long trip and I'm beat. We can talk tomorrow when I'm feeling more spry. How's that?"

A tentative smile formed on Dany's lips as she gave a nod. "Very well. I bid you a good night, Varon."

He slipped his helmet under his arm and gave a quick smile at Dany with a two fingered salute. "Night."

He walked toward the back then realized he had no idea where he was going. "Uh...mind pointing me to the dorms?"

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