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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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[NETWORK]
[He's been staring at the network for hours now trying to figure out what to post. Sure he could go with actual words but where's the mother fuckin' fun in that? No mother fuckers he's going with .gifs. And you know what? Everyone that doesn't like it can very well move along and get the fuck over it. This is how he rolls.]

[ACTION]
[Somewhere on campus, where? Does it really matter where? He's on campus. Oh fine, okay. We'll say he's currently chilling in the student lounge. The television is on but he's not really paying any attention to it. No, his attention is on anyone else around him. And honestly? Kurloz doesn't really stand out. He's pretty normal looking really, although those purple eyes of his and pointed ears do out him as a mutant. But in a school like this? He's pretty mother fuckin' normal.

So yeah. Kurloz is just sitting there in one of the armchairs watching those around him. Trying to figure people out before he talks...haha talking right. Kurloz doesn't talk. If he did anyone in the vicinity would end up deaf and possibly suffering from brain bleed. So no, no words slip past Kurloz's lips. But we could go with he's watching everyone, trying to figure them out before he bothers them. Yeah, that works.

Or you know, you could bother him first.

Up to you.]

Edited 2013-01-03 07:06 (UTC)

[Network]

[So this blonde, tan, built guy in sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt; totally getting his video network post on. He's got a big, goofy, good-natured smile on his face as the feed starts.]

Oh, hey! All right, so as you can tell, I'm new here. Name's Alex, Alex Summers. I'm gonna be teaching here, once I get settled in. Going to start out with Geology, but if there's enough interest, I'd be willing to teach a Geophysics course. More of a challenge, but if you guys want it, I'll make it happen.

So, glad to be here, and looking forward to getting to know everyone!

[Action]

[Who brings a surfboard to a school in New York?

Apparently, this guy. Who's trying to maneuver it, along with a large suitcase, through the halls of the school. Sure, it was ambitious, and probably a little shortsighted of him, but Alex wanted to get as much of his stuff into his new room as possible. Less time spent moving, more time spent getting used to the school, after all.

So, awkwardly, he shuffles through the halls, making his way towards the faculty rooms, trying not to knock over anyone else. The board kills his peripheral on one side, though, so he's not as fortunate as he'd like.

Still, he wore a smile. He'd gotten so used to being at college, that the school had a bit of a comfortable feeling to it, despite being brand-new to him.]

Man, this place is something else!

[Kurloz has been watching Alex since he set foot through the front doors. Then again who wasn't watching Alex? It's hard to miss him when he's carrying that surfboard around.

After following the man through the hallways he's deciding to lend a helping hand. He quietly slides up beside the blond and taps his shoulder.]

1: Utena was never a very refined fighter. She'd relied on aggression usually, a willingness to take a hit, an absolute belief in the rightness of whatever she was fighting for. But she was trying to be smarter about things and could currently be found in the gym with several books on different martial arts checked out. Currently, she was bent over one on Muay Thai, and experimenting with the trademark roundhouse using the shin. She tried a few experimentally, but her pivoting foot didn't turn over, causing her a sharp pain in her knee which she promptly ignored.

After a few more tries though, she'd managed to get it somewhat right. And as the bag rocked and jingled on its chains each time her shin dug furrows in it, she smiled. That was, before she realized someone else was nearby. Admiring? Judging? Just wanting to use the equipment?

"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there."

2: Out on the town, you've managed to attract the wrong kind of attention. Maybe it was a careless display of power that did it, or maybe they recognized you as coming from the Institute, but here on the street you're suddenly sorrounded by bullies: callow middle class boys wearing the paraphernelia of the self consciously masculine (Live Strong, Tapout, Ed Hardy, Affliction, etc). In other words, dudebros.

"Hey check out this mutie, Chad..." One says to the other with a lupine smile. "Looks like they need to learn some fucking manners."

Chad evidently agrees and one steps in towards you. The crowds are hurrying past, intent on not noticing, save for the rubberneckers.

And then she steps in too, seeming to almost glow and projecting a fierceness belied by her short height. She may not be tall, but she's compact and seemingly utterly unafraid.

"You punks couldn't teach a monkey about manners." She looks at you with a brash grin. "Right?"

[NETWORK ; Video]

[When the feed clicks on everyone paying attention to it will be greeted by a blonde-haired woman sitting around the common room, stilettos propped up on the coffee table and a beer in her hand...along with about ten empty cans lying on the ground. Isn't she classy?

...oh look, she just burped. Yep, definitely a classy lady.]

Wow! You know, I actually thought this job would be fucking difficult. After all, I gotta make sure no one breaks into the school and clubs you brats like a bunch of baby seals, but damn. This shit is easy! The teaching part's kind of a bitch though, but at least you runts make it interesting.

[After the young woman finishes talking for the moment, she downs that can of beer in a few seconds, drops it on the floor with the others, and continues speaking like she didn't just make a big ass mess.]

Oh, right! Forgot some of you guys have know clue who the hell I am. Enjoy your blissful ignorance for a few more seconds! To anyone who isn't a complete and total pussy, you can call me "Bad Girl". Is that my real name? Nope, but it's a pretty accurate assessment of who I am! Now for those of you who are pussies, call me Britney Mason, Brit, Ms. Mason, or what-the-fuck-ever floats your boat.

Anyway, I teach armed combat and I am the...on~ly security guard in this place! Golly, ain't that just swell? You guys aren't fucked at all!

[After smiling throughout that entire ordeal, she reaches her hand over towards the laptop's location on the couch...]

Welp, it's been fun, but I gotta go. There's about five more beers I've gotta chug before I can go on patrol. Later!

[...and shuts off the feed while giving a mock salute.]

[PROSE]

To anyone who had the misfortune of meeting Bad Girl in person, you may have at least some luck on your side, as she doesn't seem to be all that irritated. In fact, she seems rather content. Currently, she's laying down on the couch tossing a baseball up in the air and having it hit the ceiling before it falls down back into her hand. On the side of her is that same coffee table from the video...except now it has a small pyramid of beer cans on it. Yeah, after she left a few hours ago she just kept them on the floor. They were still there when she came back, so she figured it was a quick time waster.

Should you approach her in the common room, be careful. Once she notices you, a sly smirk might just form on her face and she may chuck that ball right at you with a quick "Think fast!" as your only warning. However...she could just continue bouncing that ball off of the ceiling to piss you off. Either or, really.

Well, it had started with the skirt. You didn't really need to be a mutant to attract the attention of people like these guys if you happened to be a guy in a skirt. That had gotten them jeering and circling, and Fai had returned the attention with a couple of catty remarks and a smile. Yes, look at him, what a faggot, now move along. But then someone recognized him - or maybe his brother, how could you tell? - and that made it worse. A faggot and a mutie was practically asking to be beat up. And he could probably go invisible, make them forget he was there, but they were standing just a little too close for him to be able to slip out unnoticed, the crowd around them was just a little too thick, and it scared people when they realized their minds were being fucked with. He didn't want to set off a panic or something.

And then, suddenly, there were reinforcements. Short, but very cocky. And he liked that grin. Smiling back, and lending himself a suitably intimidating air towards the bullies - it wasn't hard, they were already frightened, like all bullies - he nodded. "If anything, I'd say monkeys could teach them a thing or two, ri~ight? Comparatively, they're really gentlemen and scholars."

[That drinking. That absolute lack of shits given. Those shoes.]

You...

[Feliks sees what he wants to be when he grows up, sprawled in the rec room with her fabulous shoes on the table. She. She is glorious.]

I totally wanna be in your class!

[Teach him your hard-drinking, ass-kicking, hot shoe wearing ways, sensei!]

Utena remembered Chuchu. Despite a number of bad influences, he was a proper gentleman and a shining example of...whatever he was. Yes these men, picking on an absolutely beautiful boy (fine features like Miki, but with Ruka's perpetually self satisfied smirk) could definitely learn from Chuchu.

"And they smell better too!" Which was the best insult her adrenaline-addled brain could come up with as she drew a wooden cavalry saber from her back, where it had been hidden by her hoodie. This, and the fact that Utena was definitely now sparkling like she'd just stepped out of a panel of Rose Of Versailles was the generally agreed on signal that shit had just gotten quite real. Of course her first victim called her a bitch through split lips as she drove it down in a vicious diagonal-downward arc. She was on him in a moment with a rapid series of blows that owed a lot more to escrima than classical fencing, not giving poor Chad a chance to recover his bearings. Naturally the other two hurried over to her, but they struck only glancing blows as she backstepped expertly to shove Chad into one of his companions, then dropped a blow on the other that forced his guard up high enough that he didn't expect to be shoulder tripped and his foot reaped out from under him with such force, pratfalling back to give himself a small concussion.

There was still a fourth bro to be accounted for though, who'd taken the liberty of trying to seize Fai's relatively slight frame in a full nelson.

Ah, the dudebro. The natural enemy of the tiny crossdressing immigrant mutant! Watch them interact in their natural habitat, high fiving and smoking ill-gotten cigarettes out back of the shopping mall--observe how they hunt in a pack, isolating their target while he's distracted with Angry Birds, surrounding him with few onlookers and a brick wall against his back. He looks up when one of them finally speaks...

"Oh, kurwa." Not this shit again. Feliks sighs, deeply unimpressed, as the taunts briefly turn to his now-apparent foreignness.

He really hopes his stockings don't get torn up. He wonders if his phone will still work afterwards, if he turns it into, like, a throwing star? His parents will be super-pissed if he has to explain that he broke his phone throwing it at assholes.

Then the girl appears, and he grins back, tossing his hair haughtily. He doesn't have a chance to say something before the Beta Dudebro--we'll call him Branden--turns to the interloper, not pleased at her interruption. "Nobody asked you, did they, bitch?" His eyes narrow, taking in the color of her hair, and he's about a syllable towards asking if she's a goddamn mutie freak, too, when he gets a sudden and rather unexpected facefull of elbow.

"Um, did you like, see us talking?" He smirks at her, backing out of range while Thing B is still too shocked to retaliate. "Some people, huh?"

It doesn't take long for him to recover mainly because, despite the sassiness packed into his small frame, being elbowed by Feliks is more shocking for its chutzpah and the sudden sting than debilitating. Still, it's opened up a cut. Bad news.

But as the first haymaker comes screaming in (watching MMA highlights and shadowboxing while Bodies by Drowning Pool having not really improved his punching technique), Utena decides to forgo a reply and slides in between them. Her hands are up immediately, palms spread to catch the interior of the punching arm. It's not enough to stop all the momentum though, and she catches a glancing blow across the nose. Fortunately she now has the interior grip though, and she puts it to good use, pivoting on her feet to shove him into wall hard enough to crack the back of his skull and leave him dizzy.

The rest of the pack has jumped into action now though, and Utena's drawing the wooden sword concealed in her hoodie. She has to spare a glance back at him, to make sure he's OK, at the cost of a kick in the stomach which sends her stumbling back two steps.

Fortunately she's just met a mutant who can do something with that sword...

The instant she gets between them, he turns, knowing the others aren't about to just stand there and take that. The Lord of the Dudebros--what'd they call him? Chet? Something dumb-sounding like that--lunges at him, but his movements are too big, too slow and easy to read, and Feliks is used to speed, chutzpah, and stubbornness being his only real advantages in fights very like this.

He imagines his shoes into something a little more practical, something he's not going to twist his ankle in, dashing between two of the guys and kicking one hard in the knee while they're turning around to come at him again. That leaves him open, though, and the other one grabs him, grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back with one hand, nearly lifting him off the ground by his hair with the other. Feliks looks up, sees Utena--and suddenly, without him being fully aware of the use of his power, the world is as he sees it. Utena's hoodie changes into a rather fetching and regal doublet, and the sword in her hands is quite real, and quite sharp.

The whole little pack of bros freezes, casting side glances at each other and trying to figure out what happens now. This is clearly not what they were bargaining on.

[Sogetsu's door was open when he saw bright colors pass by. His brush froze in place the moment he saw the end of a surfboard. Curious, he put the brush down and went over to investigate.

It couldn't be a new student since this was the faculty wing, so it had to be a new teacher, right? And here Sogetsu thought he was out of place when he first arrived at the mansion.

Once he stepped out in the hall, he saw the new guy in full form.]

Need help?

[One does not simply give no shits. There is a grave deal of practice, Feliks.]

Well damn, and here I was hoping this post would scare you little shits off.

[Almost without thinking, Bad Girl grabs another beer from off to the side of her and down about half of it before continuing.]

Guess this means some of you brats are either brave or suicidal. Or that you know how to have a good time, but I was pret~ty fucking convinced you all had a stick up your ass. Guess I was wrong, what a shocker!

[She gives a shrug, downs the rest of her beer can, then allows it to join its brethren on the floor.]

So. You got a name, kid?

If it were a movie, you'd find the sudden special effects intrusive. Utena is abruptly glowing and her wooden waster is now a brilliant, curved saber with a jeweled hilt. Their powers are stuck in a feedback loop now, and the poor dudebros, once the top predators of their environment, are now abruptly victims of the revolution.

Taking advantage of being bright enough to blind all of a sudden, Utena lashes out and dances backwards, just out of reach of the scared but unable to back down (their favorite movie advised against it right in the title!), in a kind of swordswoman's rope-a-dope. She's now behind the hostage taker, who is now a hostage himself. The end of the saber is poking him in the ass. It's an abrupt and
preternaturally agile reversal of fortune that can only indicate that she is indeed also a mutie freak.

"Drop him and go and you'll leave without getting any more hurt."

[Well, he's already got a bit of a gift for it, judging by the utterly careless way he grins at the camera, flopping down on his stomach with his feet in the air like a teenage girl at a sleepover.]

I know, totally surprising, right? But I guess there's always gonna be people who just take stuff way too seriously.

[Stuff like mortal peril. Eh. He leans over the edge of his bed, retrieving a bag of paluszki and nibbling away at one.]

Feliks Łukasiewicz, but just Feliks is totally ok. Kinda a mouthful and junk, you know?

Edited 2013-01-03 15:12 (UTC)

Fai mostly kept out of the way, seeing how this person was clearly better equipped to do the whole fighting thing and also seemed to enjoy it a lot more. He was more fond of dodging and avoiding than hitting and parrying if at all possible, and besides, he would've missed a great show by joining in instead of taking a step back and then neatly sidestepping whenever the fight got too close to him.

Well, that was all good right until the point where his arms where hoisted up rather brutally, a pair of meaty, sweaty hands pressed against his neck and causing him to wince in disgust. But the other guy was stronger and he was utterly helpless... that was, would have been if he hadn't already established eye contact before this, giving his power a foothold. It was easy enough to find the buttons for guys like this, especially since this one had attacked him from behind, meaning he was cowardly enough not to meet even a skinny faggot mutie head on.

This time, he didn't use vague intimidation, but instead cranked it up to pure fear, laced with heavy doses of revulsion and just a little bit of shame to really confuse him. The guy shot away from him within seconds, eyes wide with sudden and inexplicable horror, and Fai turned around with a bright smile and nodded at him. "Now, why don't you run off before I give you a big sloppy kiss right on the mouth, okay?"

You know, that sounds like a very reasonable offer! Feliks finds himself standing solidly on the ground in a Hell of a hurry, the sound of the other bros' retreating footsteps ringing in his ears. The guy who'd been holding him edges carefully away from the point of Utena's sword, then breaks into a run, trying to catch up to his friends, all four of them shouting something about crazy fucking tranny mutie cunts or whatever--Feliks can't even make out the words, too flush with victory.

"What, you're done already? Ha, lame~ Like, remember that the next time you wanna mess with someone!" He really needed to remember to carry something or other in a spritzy bottle that he could turn into mace, but it had all turned out okay, so no point worrying about it, right?

As he turned to face Utena, giggling a little, his shoes gained a couple of inches of heel, and her hoodie and sword went back to normal. "That kicked ass. Like, who are you, anyway?"

It took a few seconds more to suppress any remaining spirit out of the three bros, mainly by soccer kicking them as they tried to rise. At the end of that, she turned to see a struggling Fai suddenly released. Were she a cruder person she'd have assumed Chad had gotten a sudden chubby. Demoralized, their attackers skulked away down the street, yelling their final trump cards through chiclet teeth and split lips: faggot, bitch, mutie, etc.

When they were safely gone, she replaced the wooden waster (tch, blood! sensei was gonna chew her out for that!) and went over to Fai. He'd looked so helpless but apparently he had a trick or two up his long sleeves.

"Are you alright?"

The viciousness of a few seconds was gone now, replaced with an awkward kind of compassion.

Utena's eyes went wide as she was abruptly normalized again. It was telling that she didn't seem to question turning into a fairy tale prince.

"Whoa..."

She gave the short boy a confident smile.

"Thanks! I'm Utena Tenjou and i'm just transferring in...Are you alright? Did those jerks hurt you at all?"

She had a strong, strange urge to pat his head.

He'd been defended like that plenty of times before, but that was when he was younger, and by a twin brother who went absolutely ballistic when he saw Fai picked on. Nowadays, he was better at defending himself when he absolutely needed to, but still not so good that four against one was anything he would've gotten out of unscathed. So he gave his unexpected hero an easy, grateful grin, righting his clothes and rubbing jock-sweat out of his neck.

"Definitely fine, just a bit ruffled," he replied in a carefree sing-song. "I hadn't expected them to be quite so... forward out in public. Looks like I was lucky that a knight in shining armor happened to walk past, right?"

Edited 2013-01-03 15:41 (UTC)

[Mortal peril, pfffft. That shit ain't nothin' to a girl like this.]

Yeesh, you foreigners sure do have weird-ass names. But fuck it, Feliks it is. At least until I come up with a nickname I like better. Maybe "Fee-Fee" or "Flicks".

Utena rubbed the back of her neck, never quite used to the role of rescuer she so often found herself in. He seemed fine enough, so she wasn't gonna worry, until the next time she saw him out anyway.

"It's totally no problem. I'm Utena Tenjou, by the way." She thrust her hand out, western style. She had a firm handshake, like a dad or a football player. "What'd you do to that last guy?"

His own handshake was enthusiastic, firmer than one would expect from someone so frail-looking, and he appeared completely unfazed by the whole situation. After all, this kind of thing had been a daily occurrence until a couple of years ago, and even though it wasn't still, some things apparently never washed out.

"Fai Flourite. And, mm, I really just changed his impression of me a tiny little bit. Not much, he wouldn't have attacked if he wasn't a bit scared of me, I simply made sure that he was... well, more scared of me." He shrugged lightly. "Is the sparkling a part of your power? Because you looked so~ cool~."

Feliks brushed out his skirt, inspecting his stockings--no, they were just fine. Good. Because he just bought those, and if they got messed up, he was going to have to hunt those jerks down!

"I've totally had worse," he told her, sounding altogether too carefree and peppy about it. There wasn't always someone else to step in, and his own power was a pretty recent development; he didn't accept that getting beat up was part of his life, because it was total bullshit, but he wasn't going to let it drag him down too much, either. "And you looked like you took a couple worse hits than me there... Utena, huh? I'm Feliks Łukasiewicz! C'mon, let's go get some smoothies!" He linked his arm with hers, and, unless she protested, strolled off towards the food court with her in tow.

The best revenge, after all, was living well, and it struck him at that particular moment that living well demanded smoothies.

[He shrugs, drumming on a nearby notebook with two of his paluszki; they briefly turn into drumsticks, while he's thinking of them that way, then back again when he gets bored of that and eats them after all.]

Pfft, whatever works? Fee-Fee's a little weird, though, it's kinda more a 'fay' sound or whatever.

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