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myvillainacademy2019-09-16 11:56 am
allforevil) wrote in myvillainacademy2019-09-16 11:56 am
ORIENTATION
[When you start to stir from your slumber, you awaken to the smell of dust and rotted wood. Your bed is far from comfortable -- lumps in the mattress, a tattered blanket that barely keeps you warm and a pillow almost as hard as a rock-- and you'll immediately see there are others in your room with you.
All of you are confused, surely. "Where am I?" "What place is this?" Questions like that stir through your mind while you take in your surroundings. Something might catch your eye before anything else, though. A coloured chest tied with a bow, a large gift tag is attached to it with your name on it. There's one for everyone in each dorm, and if you open it you'll find:
An old, worn school uniform.
A colourful costume.
And a pamphlet with information about you, about your stay in this Academy, and a map of the layout of the school and the training grounds outside. The descriptions are vague, leaving out important details about your new super powers called "Quirks", a bland description about how you were selected to join the Academy called "VA" (no explanation what it means), and even the map has lame descriptions of locations that don't really give you a good idea of where you're staying.
Before you can start exploring, or chatting away with your neighbors, a voice rings over old intercoms. It sounds low and comforting, like a long lost friend. But there's something about that that feels.. unsettling. A feeling in your gut that this voice was anything but friendly.
"Welcome, students. You must be very confused, but I assure you I'll be able to answer all the questions you have in just a few minutes.
For now, relax, explore, and meet your new classmates who will be staying with you during this semester.
Oh, but..... whatever you do, don't enter the dining room."
The intercom cuts off, leaving you with a cryptic message to think about on top of.. everything else you're dealing with right now.]
All of you are confused, surely. "Where am I?" "What place is this?" Questions like that stir through your mind while you take in your surroundings. Something might catch your eye before anything else, though. A coloured chest tied with a bow, a large gift tag is attached to it with your name on it. There's one for everyone in each dorm, and if you open it you'll find:
An old, worn school uniform.
A colourful costume.
And a pamphlet with information about you, about your stay in this Academy, and a map of the layout of the school and the training grounds outside. The descriptions are vague, leaving out important details about your new super powers called "Quirks", a bland description about how you were selected to join the Academy called "VA" (no explanation what it means), and even the map has lame descriptions of locations that don't really give you a good idea of where you're staying.
Before you can start exploring, or chatting away with your neighbors, a voice rings over old intercoms. It sounds low and comforting, like a long lost friend. But there's something about that that feels.. unsettling. A feeling in your gut that this voice was anything but friendly.
"Welcome, students. You must be very confused, but I assure you I'll be able to answer all the questions you have in just a few minutes.
For now, relax, explore, and meet your new classmates who will be staying with you during this semester.
Oh, but..... whatever you do, don't enter the dining room."
The intercom cuts off, leaving you with a cryptic message to think about on top of.. everything else you're dealing with right now.]
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[She sounds horrified. Sonia intended not to tell anyone about the killing game she had experienced before, but it seems it made her more prepared for situations involving groups of people being kidnapped than she'd be otherwise.
She's not sure she should be glad or not it jaded her a bit on this regard]
I just think we should avoid getting in trouble. Recklessly defying someone who may have brought us here would put our lives in jeopardy, wouldn't it?
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That's fair. Lots of unknowns in this situation. Though I doubt that disobeying is going to be punisheable by death. ["Lives in jeopardy", right. What's so reckless about poking at rules?]
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What would be the alternative?
[If not death, what could their kidnapper do?]
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[She just. Had that ready?]
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...perhaps it depends on how they need us? If we should stay unharmed.
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Though, this many people, it'd introduce some redundancies...
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[True, there's still a lot of risk for physical harm and other consequences, but all that can be overcome if you're alive]
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I'd certainly hope that there's a plan behind this whole situation. If it's just chaotic bastardry, then we're all fucked.
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[God damn it all to hell! She keeps slipping. Truly, the sudden developments ever since she arrived here keep catching her off-guard.
Still, she shouldn't alarm someone with tales of killing games. Things already look bad, there's no need to make it even worse by causing alarm!]
...this is...not the first time I have been kidnapped. In the past being reckless with the captor's rules would have meant death.
[Not the entire truth, but also not a lie]
Because we wouldn't have a way to fight back if they don't even have a plan?
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Do you think it's the same people? From the last time to now?
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[And she has tried really hard to find them, that's for sure]
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[Other than 'evil', she guesses]
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[Izzy has to wrack her brain for a moment, looking down and muttering quickly to herself.]
Somebody with a lot of clout, obviously... somebody both organized and powerful enough to stage this kind of mass event without anybody involved noticing, as well as to procure the land enough to house them... I'm going to guess somebody with access to significant arcane abilities, either themselves or through a proxy. Collab between the Archmage and the Prince of Shadows...? But why would they work together, they've been at odds for ages past, and this doesn't seem like it'd be either of their styles... but then again something like this wouldn't be out of the purview of illusory magic or dimensional fuckery, and...
[She'll. Go on like this for a while if allowed.
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Here lies Sonia Nevermind, doomed by politeness.
Still, she lets Isabella continue for several minutes, even though she progressively understands less and less]
...so in summary there's no lack of potential suspects.
[But in the end, even Sonia has to put an end to it. To her credit, it's likely she's one of the few with patience to have let it continue for a while, haha]