science party

Associated with String of Fates | Dorm M-6 ___

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A Morning Stroll. [Open]

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“Hmph, what do you expect from a school in the World of the Living? My old home was more exciting,” Shuren replied with a small scoff of his own. As much of a prison as it was, there was at least something to do and people to fight (and a Kokuto to antagonize when he became bored. It was always fun to piss the other off.)

“Hm, so we have similar abilities, it seems. While I may not be a psychic, I too can control fire. Albeit I’d have to leave this body.” Perhaps these two were similar, in a way. Shuren was now interested to see what exactly the other could do with that list of abilities.

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Sasha makes a mental note that this teenager is a spirit, or something very similar. Either way, he certainly isn't from 'the World of the Living' as he called their current location. How curious it is to meet someone from another world entirely. Much more curious than boring old powerless humans, to say the least.

“Hm, so we have similar abilities, it seems. While I may not be a psychic, I too can control fire. Albeit I’d have to leave this body.” 

And this, this continues to pique his interest to a considerable degree. Smiling slightly at the idea of coming across someone fresh and interesting, he responds with interest. 

"Ah, so this means you are capable of astral projection, then? As far as I know, only psychics are capable of such feats. Then again, I have never laid eyes on a spirit, before. How do you leave your body, and under what conditions? We can only leave our bodies into the minds of other living creatures, you see, though with the same abilities we have here on Earth."

[honorableinferno-blog]

when your throne is elsewhere || OPEN

Nightfall— with it came a silence that the young Fire Lord rarely had the chance to partake in. He was far too used to the clamor and dull roar of life, harsh upon his ears and even worse upon his mind. Upon his arrival to Tancho earlier that afternoon, Zuko had stormed haughtily from his quarters and had not returned since, hoping to catch at least a glimpse of those he had come all this way for. Lacking fortune, however, he had made no progress. He had not yet bothered to don the academy’s uniform, either— opting to wear his familiar robes and carry his twin blades until he was absolutely forced to remove them, he was hard-pressed to part with anything from home.

The moon had never meant much to him, a bender who drew power from the sun, but upon finding friendship in a girl who drew hers from the silvery sphere that adorned the night sky, he had small hopes that he would find someone underneath its glow. Even if it wasn’t her— it could be anyone of consequence to him, if only it would prove that his efforts were not meaningless and his time here would not be wasted. 

Impatient as he could possibly become, Zuko found himself pacing irritably at the edge of the darkened courtyard, along the side of the boy’s dorms. With a troubled, scintillating gaze, he shuffled about in an incredibly awkward manner, unable to rid himself of the anxious feeling that quaked within his palms and caused his darkened brow to crease in ever-growing frustration. He hadn’t the faintest idea what he was truly searching for out in the dark, but as it was his first night upon the grounds of the foreign campus, a restlessness had overtaken him entirely. 

Just as he had settled upon the cool grass to mull over his thoughts in a more peaceful manner, footsteps jarred him out of his distracted haze. He had little reason to care if he were caught outside at night— although holding a position of his own, adhering to higher authority had never quite suited him. Keeping still, he addressed the stranger that approached him as his back was turned. Still as mistrusting as ever, even as different as he’d become. 

“Who’s there?” he demanded, a biting tone filling his voice. 

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

Sasha Nein knows more than ever that nightfall is generally the time where one has to be on guard the most. More of his missions have taken place under the light of the moon, as opposed to the harsh glare of the sun. Because of this, he's more than a little wary of school at night, even with plenty of security guards running about. Especially with plenty of security guards running about.

Walking softly so that Milla would not be disturbed, the Psychonaut leaves the dorm building, taking great care to lock his door before he sets off. Dressed in his usual drab and dark clothing, and still wearing his sunglasses, the man walks at a slow and steady pace. He notes the brightness of the moon, and sees it as a strong source of light. Certainly, he would be hard pressed to be ambushed under its silvery glow. 

In silence, he walks a uniform stride around the perimeter of staff dorm, before making a beeline straight towards the student dorms. His hands are placed lightly in his pockets and a trademark cigarette nestles between his lips. Unlike Zuko, Sasha doesn't appear to be tense at all, which is almost surprising considering the man's many, many enemies. Still, he would be lying if he said that he's not restless in the slightest. No matter what, though, Sasha remains a mask of emotionless, even if there is no one to see.

But, it seems, that there might perhaps be someone to see Sasha in this state.

Raising an eyebrow, he sees a figure standing in the distance, and from his current location, Sasha is unable to detect what kind of figure. Many possibilities whiz through the Psychonaut's brain at a frightening speed. As he thinks about the chances of coming out of this encounter wounded or dead, he still continues to walk. As far as Sasha is concerned, there is no real reason for him to turn back now.

“Who’s there?”

He lets out a slightly derisive snort at the boy's tone, but otherwise doesn't seem to care about the demanding tone. Still remaining as blank as always, Sasha merely walks closer in view of the boy, though still remaining at a respectable distance. 

"My apologies for disturbing you, young man. I assure you that I do not mean any harm and am merely just patrolling the school's perimeter." Taking a light drag from his cigarette, the teacher continues, "I also suppose that I should tell you not to be standing out here this late, not that I care, as long as you are not up to trouble."

[shuren-sama-deactivated20161115]

A Morning Stroll. [Open]

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Shuren raised an eyebrow. “Psychics? What are those?” He heard the term being tossed around and never did understand just what it meant. Of course, the interest died off when he saw the other light his cigarette almost as if by magic.

“How’d you do that?” he asked, his eyes staring intently at the lit cigarette. Did this guy have similar powers to himself?

“You could say that. This school and the people within bore me. There’s nothing to do and most of these humans are so ignorant it hurts.” Then again, Shuren was just as ignorant. Good luck getting him to admit it, though.

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

Sasha Nein lets out a little chuckle at the student's brash, but ever present sense of curiosity. Now, here's a young man who shows promise, compared to the other, dull children populating this place. Perhaps, if he has untapped psychic energy, he could be trainable. Certainly, an interesting thought.

“You could say that. This school and the people within bore me. There’s nothing to do and most of these humans are so ignorant it hurts.”

"I suppose then, that we are kindred spirits in this facet of life. I had assumed that a location that offers its services to those from across the globe would have a bit more life in it." Sasha scoffs, surprised at the startling lack of psychic activity present in Tancho. He takes another drag from his cigarette, returning to his usual bored stare.

"Now, as for your inquiry about my abilities. What I have shown to you is the power of pyrokinesis, which controls the heat of an object. It is but only one of my powers as a psychic. Others being levitation, telekinesis, and my personal favorite: psi-blasts. It is my job here to teach other students how to control their own mental abilities, but it seems like there is a lack of psychics here. Perhaps you have some psychic ability though...It is always a possibility."

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Intro RP (Open)

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Luna peeked over her upside down Quibbler, seeing that the man had finally spoken up. He had clearly been dawdling on whether to speak or not as she read her Quibbler, but she hadn’t said a word. Best to let one gain confidence instead of making them rush into something—be it in starting a conversation or facing a charging Crumpled Horn Snorkack.

“It’s fine. I was just reading. I ate my lunch a few minutes ago. You may sit wherever you like. If you would like to sit upside down or sideways, I would be fine with that, as well,” she stated, dreamily. “But the blood rushing to your head if you sit upside down might make eating your lunch a little uncomfortable.”

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

When the girl decides to humor him with conversation, Sasha almost sighs with relief. He isn't the most social of psychics (that award would likely go to Milla), so being ignored would actually be rather awkward. It is nice to know that his politeness is acknowledged.

“But the blood rushing to your head if you sit upside down might make eating your lunch a little uncomfortable.”

Sasha Nein is taken aback by her strange words, but finds himself nodding along nonetheless. Taking a sip of his tea, he nods, going along with what Luna says as if its the most normal thing in the world. "Quite. I've had to sit upside down once. Rather unpleasant moment if you ask me."  Sasha shudders inwardly at that. Ugh, what a dreadful mission that was. Completely horrid. "Well, I assure you that I am quite fine sitting right on this bench. What is it that you are reading, if I may ask?" He adds, being a bit bold in his questioning of the female student.

[noiverve]

let’s play how much am i going to hate this in the morning

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

wow, i am so sorry for popping in for like a few hours with steady replies and then disappearing, only to like your comments and posts like some creepy stalker. but i do have other accounts to manage, so yeah i just keep an eye on my dash to make getting replies easier, ect. ect.

anyway i am now back for posting replies for a few hours

i owe:

luna

milla 

hatter

shuren

gamzee

also i have a few old opens drafted that i might just get to despite being older than two weeks because reasons

i might be slow though because im making different pages on sasha's blog. aka stuff i should have done like two weeks ago

hope everyone is having fun and likes my replies just fine :)

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

a victory for good taste || sasha/hatter

[mercury-lining-blog]

“Oh? So could I!”

Hatter places his cup back in his hat, cranks the card on the side, and sits for a few seconds. After that time, the hat dings, and his cup comes out hotter than before.

“Does your hat do heat?

But you don’t have a hat! Oh my goodness, what a trick!”

And now Hatter is applauding the man’s apparent trick.

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

Sasha whistles, facial features indicating that for once he is rather impressed with someone else here at this wretched, boring school. Perhaps he should see if he can study this 'magic hat' in his secret lab, or, at the very least, continue to question its mad owner about its properties.

"But you don’t have a hat! Oh my goodness, what a trick!”

"I suppose it can be considered a trick from your point of view." Sasha raises one of his hands and within seconds a warm heat wafts in his palm. In a matter of seconds, a small, harmless flame perches in the palm of his hand. He taps his other hand against his temple. "I am capable of generating heat in a manner similar to your hat's most peculiar powers. And all I need to make it work is my mind."

"I wonder...does this mean that your hat has a mind of its own?" Sasha adds, surprisingly uttering what can be considered a joke. He extinguishes his flame, instead focusing once more on the mysterious hat and its mysterious owner. 

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Intro RP (Open)

Luna had her wand securely tucked behind her ear, along with a long strand of tangled blond hair. The girl had only just arrived this morning at the school, by her father took her there with Side-A-Long Apparition. He had tugged her into his arms, kissed her head, and she wondered if he had a Dabberplimp up his nose since he sounded very congested. She asked him if he needed to blow his nose, see if he could get the little creature out but he told her no, that this was normal for a father.

Bewildered but accepting, Luna kissed her father on the cheek goodbye and entered the the school building with a moon-eyed, dreamy expression. Any students who glanced her way would either ignore her within moments or stare. She didn’t mind, drifting through her morning classes until lunchtime.

As soon as the lunch bell rang, she had found herself a spot at one of the tables outside, pulled out her Quibbler, and began to read with her face hidden behind it.

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

More often then not, Sasha finds himself observing his surroundings for any signs of psychic or supernatural activity. Perhaps he can find a brilliant mind to study or a potential student for his class in this boring world. He doesn't really find much, predictably, though, as he stands quietly outside the lunchroom, he takes note of a rather moon-eyed girl.

He doesn't really pay her no mind, instead just standing around until his stomach finally craves attention. He still doesn't pay her any thought as he receives his lunch for the day. Its not until he crosses her path as he exits the building that he takes note of her again, and that's just because she just happens to be sitting at Sasha's favorite table. 

He doesn't mind that at all, for right away, he makes a beeline for the table. Already, Sasha feels the familiar warm rays of sunlight across his skin, with what could almost be considered a smile across his face.

Despite that warm feeling, there is still the matter of the strange girl sitting across from him, so after a slightly awkward cough, he decides to introduce himself. "Ah, pardon me for taking the seat across from you, but I have always liked this spot. I assure you that I won't be any more of a bother to you."

[candiedamputee-blog]

Strolling down the hallways, Charles found himself irritated, lip raised up into a sneer. Things were too dull at this school. The routine was painfully drab- Wake up, go to classes, faint and wake up in the nurses office, go to bed, repeat. Maddening. He was thankful for the single relationship he had, but he felt like more of an outcast here than the actual outcasts. Charles' thoughts begin drifting to the past, the desirable days, filled with blessed sin and bloodshed-

The sudden sound of shattering glass fills the air, tearing the boy right out of those possessing, horrible thoughts. With Charles' inhuman hearing, it sounded as though it was very close. A certain energy surrounded the air, something was amiss here. Preparing for a confrontation, Charles knelt down and crept along the wall, tracing the unfamiliar energies to an empty classroom. He prepares for the worst as he lunches through the doorway, not even realizing there was a person speaking- or even a person for that matter. The boy found himself bumping right into that person- the source of these haywire energies in the room. As Charles was reeling back, he was readying himself to lunge at the-

Was that a smouldering-something on the desk.

Okay, so it wasn't some horrible monster. Probably just a teacher. But he knew this class, and that certainly wasn't the corresponding teacher. But the energy he was sensing from this person and the smouldering-something were incredible. Lifting a shaky finger, Charles just about ignored the person and what they had to say, pointing to the ashes on the desk. "What exactly, are you doing in here..." His eyes quickly darted from the pile of smouldering-something to the man, and back and back again. "Wasn't that once.. a lamp..."

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Sasha doesn't see why Charles is so tense at this moment. Why, he just destroyed a lamp! No big deal at all. Then again, not everyone in the world was privy to the going-ons of psychics and other supernatural phenomenon. Maybe this boy is one such 'lucky' person. Or maybe he's overly paranoid, like that Boyd fellow Razputin met. Either way, the boy was acting rather foolish, bumping into Sasha like that.

"Wasn't that once.. a lamp..."

"Why, yes, yes it was. A Tiffany Lamp to be exact. Tacky, wretched things they are. I assure you I was only doing a favor to the entire school by disposing of that thing."

Sasha turns towards the boy now, casually sweeping away the evidence of his 'murder' with one hand. He isn't sure what to think of the boy, finding him to be rather normal looking in appearance compared to the campers at Whispering Rock. Normal hair, normal face, normal clothes...Really rather drab to be honest. But hey, Sasha is rather drab looking, too. 

"Now then, young man, I suggest you don't speak of this to anyone else. Its just a little case of me taking out the trash, no need to be worried at all in the slightest. I would never abuse my power, I assure you." 

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

a victory for good taste || sasha/hatter

[mercury-lining-blog]

Hatter holds a finger out, signaling the other to watch. He pulls his hat off his head and grins.

“Today’s trick, I will pull a rabbit from a hat!”

And he does so. And then another. And another. And another. Pretty soon, there’s a whole farm of bunnies on the floor.

“George and Lenny would be proud!”

And then he stuffs them all back.

“See? I broke the world!

Could’ve sworn I only had twenty rabbits in there, but they must’ve reproduced sometime…”

Ding

  Ding

    Ding

“Oh! It’s time for tea!”

Hatter tosses his current cup and pours himself another.

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

Patiently, Sasha watches the Hatter's trick, at first almost incredulously, but then with curiosity. As he watches, rabbits upon rabbits of different shapes and sizes pop out of the hat. His mind wanders from 'ha ha, wow, Morry would love to see this' to 'how in the ever loving hell did he manage to pull all these animals out of that small hat?' and back again. Such a bizarre and unrealistic sight is almost too much to bear for the psychic.

"Just, how did you...Nevermind..." He says, shocked when all the rabbits are back in the hat where he assumes they rightfully belong. "Well, as for my powers, they actually make quite a bit of sense compared to that strange madness of yours. For instance, if that cup of tea you are drinking ever goes cold, I can easily heat it up for you in a jiffy."

[terminallyclownish]

beached. ((open))

[terminallyclownish]

The troll remained absolutely still, only barely turning his head to look at whoever had approached him. To say he’d been expecting it would be the most blatant lie, but he didn’t show any surprise. Another human. Goddamn but they got everywhere. The fact that he was on Earth didn’t seem to factor in to it in his mind. He attempted a smile, but even under the face paint it didn’t look right. He gave up, and shrugged, turning back to stare at the water despite the glare of the sun.  

“Naw, brother. Ain’t nothing all wrong. Can’t a motherfucker just get his brood on?” 

His glower returned at the mention of talking to someone. “I got someone to talk with. Just…”

It might have been against the very concept if moralliegence to keep things bottled away from your palebro, but he really, really didn’t want to bring up the fact that he missed his absentee lusus but not the two friends he’d murdered, or the others whose bodies he’d hoarded to Karkat. He couldn’t explain it to himself, let alone someone else. He made himself smile, and it even looked genuine.

“Just ain’t a motherfucking thing worth getting my conversate on for, you know?” 

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

Sasha's expression remains unreadable as he seats himself next to the male. Sasha doesn't appear bothered by the student's language, nor by his alien appearance. If anything, he's a bit curious. Now's not the time for scientific prodding, something that even the oft insensitive Sasha can realize. Instead, he remains quiet, unsure of how to comfort or confront the young man. The water's crashing waves provide sound to fill in the almost awkward moments of silence between the two strangers. 

He does, however, listen to the teen's responses, nodding at every motion and word the other speaks. If there is one thing that Sasha Nein is good at, its listening. 

“Just ain’t a motherfucking thing worth getting my conversate on for, you know?” 

He listens and listens, until the other finishes speaking. A few moments pass, the hypothetical gears in his mind spinning.

A strange, almost genuine smile is offered to Gamzee in turn. Despite having just met the student, Sasha still feels some level of care towards him. Ha, perhaps Milla is rubbing off on him. Now, that's a thought!

"Yes, I understand...Some things you feel are too trivial to speak of to others, and other things you feel are too awkward or strange for you to mention. Some battles you have to face alone. Just, try not to push these emotions back. Its not healthy, I assure you." Whether alone or with friends, problems have to be confronted one way or another. This is something that a man who's been inside the minds of others knows all too well. He just hopes that this young troll boy doesn't end up becoming a problem just because of these thoughts that are plaguing him.

A hand raises to rake against the back of his neck, again his mind wandering towards Milla and what she would do in this situation. "Now then, young man, perhaps it would best to chat about other matters. School is starting in less than an hour or so, and it won't do to sit around and mope when you should be gaining an education, eh?" 

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A Morning Stroll. [Open]

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“Hmph, as if it’s any of your business,” Shuren replied in an equally bored tone. “And you’re one to talk; shouldn’t you be in class as well?” At this point, Shuren could care less about an apology; he doubted he’d get one, anyway.

Instead, he focused on the other for a bit. He seemed too cool and collected for his liking. Much like a certain Espada he ran into earlier. Did this guy even show any emotion?

“As for my temper, it’s always like this.” There was nothing to make him happy, and being surrounded by idiots all day did nothing to improve his sour mood. As a result, the sinner was left in a constantly agitated, bored state with no real purpose or goal within sight. Well, there was one, but all hopes of getting there now seemed bleak.

What a pain.

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

The student continues to mouth off back at Sasha, whom, judging by his still blank look, doesn't really appear to care. Being mouthed off is a rather normal occurrence to the Psychonaut, and well, its much preferred to a great white shark attack, that's for sure.

“And you’re one to talk; shouldn’t you be in class as well?”

"Yes, well, unfortunately, there is a lack of students in my class, giving me quite a bit of free time, don't you know." He searches his pockets for a lighter, and upon finding none, uses a subtle amount of pyrokinesis to light his cigarette. "I figured that for a school of such supernatural caliber, that there'd be more than a few psychics around, but I suppose I am mistaken."

“As for my temper, it’s always like this.” 

"Hm, and just why are you 'just like that'?" Sasha says, a slight frown the only readable expression across his face. "Boredom? Are you tired of the boring, dull life Tancho has to offer, as well?" He takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from the two males. Perhaps, this agitated young man is the key to curing the Psychonaut's boredom.

Well, communicating with him is worth a try, at least.

[elinmeat]

I drew some sunday morning cozy coffee newspaper Milla and Sasha because Milla and Sasha. ♥ DRAWING THEM AND TRYING TO KEEP THEIR WONDERFULLY WEIRD PROPORTIONS IS FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY! 

Also, yes

Sasha Nein wakes up with perfect hair because he is SASHA NEIN.

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A Morning Stroll. [Open]

Stifling a yawn, Shuren continued his walk around the halls of the school. He had been unable to sleep the night prior and was currently going over his schedule out of absolute boredom. There were some changes here and there but he wasn’t worried; most of the teachers either weren’t there or weren’t around so there were little assignments he had to worry about.

Assuming he was worried about them in the first place. It was all pointless human bullshit to him in the end so why even give a damn?

Looking around while skipping class yet again, Shuren hoped to find something of interest. He soon did when he felt someone run into his back and nearly causing him to fall over.

“Watch where you’re going!” he snapped, turning around to see who had run into him.

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

Sasha, like Shuren, finds himself rather bored with what the student and teacher body at Tancho has to offer. Sasha, unlike Shuren, still attends to his daily, natural ritual as if nothing is the matter. He doesn't snap like a tiny dog in anger, but instead glares silently at his opposition. Unlike Shuren, though, Sasha has found a little bit of excitement here. Its not much, not by Psychonaut standards, but its certainly enough to keep Sasha occupied for a good day or so. Just a little bit of science, as usual.

Sasha doesn't really bother paying attention to his surroundings as he takes his oft taken path from his office to his rather makeshift 'laboratory'. Really, he doesn't really find a need to look around. Children should be in classes and so should teachers. And usually, whenever anyone has a free period they tend to be busy, anyway. Of course, this slight recklessness of his ended up in him colliding slightly with another figure. Sasha's all but ready to offer a dull apology, but predictably, the other's voice cuts him off.

“Watch where you’re going!”

"Such a vile temper for someone who probably shouldn't be here," Sasha droned, in a tone of voice that doesn't seem to be all too much bothered by the student's behavior. A hand slips into his pocket, while another casually places a cigarette to his lips. "Tell me, what class are you skipping right now, hm? And I suppose I should apologize for bumping into you, much as I don't want to do."

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

a victory for good taste || sasha/hatter

[mercury-lining-blog]

“I need a cup of tea, actually!”

Hatter pours himself a cup and grins, pointing to the burnt smudge.

“What was that you did there, I wonder? Are you magic? Have you learned how to break the world as I have?

Or am I more mad than I let myself believe?”

He leans in close to the stain.

“There was a lamp there before, wasn’t there?”

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

Sasha adjusts his glasses and quirks an eyebrow, curiosity taking root at the sight of the rather strange man before him. Whoever this man is, Sasha would not be surprised if he had some sort of mental disorders just lying behind his cranium. Lovely.

“There was a lamp there before, wasn’t there?”

"Yes, there was, and I would certainly appreciate it if you didn't mention this act of violence to anyone." There's no use in hiding things, Sasha thinks. Best to just tell the truth. Besides, he's a Psychonaut! Just what can this school do to him when he's here on official government business. "I assure you that my psychic powers aren't abused at all in the slightest."

And, here he goes dodging the oft inevitable questioning about his powers. "...About what you said earlier...Just what did you mean by 'break the world'? Do you have some sort of supernatural power as well? Or are you just very, very mad. Truthfully, I would not be surprised if both were the case."

[assyriad]

01. A Spoonful Of Sugar | | Open / Intro

Before her vision was skewed by splotches of black she recalled looking upon a disaster ridden Derse, engulfed in crimson flames and sporadic cherry red tendrils. It was a swift demise, a single red mile to her midsection and then the world collapsed before her. Not a single speck of light graced her cerulean orbs, not until her lips were claimed by an unknown savior. She expected to be greeted by the grand golden spirals of Prospit once she awoke, but instead found herself lounging peacefully in a well kept garden.

She sat up on the grassy surface taking in her surroundings in an attempt to identify where she was. She scanned the perimeter of the small courtyard and noticed nothing familiar at all about her current location. She stood up abruptly in the midst of her panic. She never spent much time outside of her house due to her overprotective father and the constant assassination attempts. It was only natural that she would feel uneasy when she found herself thousands of miles away from home in the great unknown.

“Ohmyohmyohmyohmy.” She repeated in a jumbled mess of syllables. She shook her head with each series of ‘oh my’s’. She couldn’t quite wrap her head around her current situation and it was making her hysterical. She took a deep breath in an attempt to curb her sudden distress. It worked to some extent, in the sense that now she was trying remember what she captchalogued before she woke up at Tancho. She was going through her belongings when she heard footsteps coming for behind her. Being the sheltered heiress that she was she immediatly saw this individual as a threat and decided to use the first item in her captchalogue as her weapon. Little did she know that she was about to unleash a batch a chocolate-chip cookies on her unsuspecting victim.

In a blink of an eye the ‘attacker’ was covered in delicious Crockercorp cookies baked and served by yours truly. Way to start your first day of school, Jane,  way to go.

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

He hasn't really done much of note during his stay at Tancho, and save for his odd skin color, he looks fairly normal considering. Compared to other teachers that are actively voicing their thoughts and opinions, Sasha is left looking for a glimmer of psychic (or otherwise interesting) potential in other students. So there he is, sitting upon the grounds of one of the school's gardens, and keeping his mind so open to the thoughts of others.

“Ohmyohmyohmyohmy.”

One such thought is projected quite rapidly and rushed into his brain, causing the male to wonder just what is wrong with the girl who thinks those thoughts. Certainly, there has to be something wrong going on, and dealing with things that are totally wrong is something that comes natural to a Psychonaut. 

Thinking heavily about those thoughts, Sasha finds his way towards the young student within a matter of moments. Perhaps because of his almost stealthy maneuvers, she is shocked by his presence. So shocked in fact, that before he can defend himself, he gets a face full of cookies.

Well, there goes a good first impression.

For a moment, all Sasha thinks about is trying to get rid of the cookie crumbs clinging to his clothing. He is a bit annoyed at the young student, but in hindsight he can't really blame her. After all, judging by her thought process and words, this girl has been quite frazzled by something or another. Besides, at least she just flung cookies at Sasha instead of like psi-blasts or something.

He sighs, now looking more blank than visibly annoyed. Whatever the girl has just done is now certainly in the past never to be mentioned by the male again. Instead, he focuses entirely upon her reasoning for being so jumpy, like the scientist that he is. "Well, that's certainly a way of greeting another. I presume that you have just arrived, then? Find yourself disoriented, or perhaps intimidated by your surroundings? It is a natural reaction, I assure you."

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

a victory for good taste || sof open

Sasha Nein isn't surprised to find Tancho Academy to be a bit on the dull side. Despite the hopes that he and Milla would be sent here for fantastic and supernatural reasons rivaling the incident involving the now former president's missing brain and a platoon of great white sharks, Sasha dully figures that he's merely here to babysit a bunch of children, a few of which being psychics. Key word being 'a few'. 

Sighing softly, he walks with hands shoved in his pockets, and a now spent cigarette dangling between his lips. He idly wonders what he should do and where he should go. Much of the surrounding town has been explored already, and certainly, the entirety of the school has as well. There is almost nothing that has been left unexplored and almost no one that has been left observed casually at a distance with a scientific eye.

And then, out of the corner of his eyes, he sees...it.

Sasha's brows furrow at the sight of the tacky, brightly colored lamp positioned so innocently upon the edge of a nearby desk. Out of all of the disgusting, vile things that could have happened upon Tancho, the Psychonaut's eyes come across a Tiffany Lamp.

"What a bother. To think that something like this would dare show up here. No matter, I will just dispose of this wretched thing and none will be the wiser," Sasha Nein mutters under his breath. His muttering is quickly followed by a well placed psi-blast, which shatters the horrid lamp in a mere instant, leaving only a slightly smoldering smudge where it once stood. 

Predictably enough, the sound of footsteps near the psychic, who merely lets out an almost guilty sigh in response. Lazily, he waves towards whomever is approaching, his face looking as blank as possible. No need to act like you've just destroyed school property, after all! "Yes? Is there anything that you need?"