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OCC/OC thread: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/50688-endless-blade-waltz/
Once long ago, a plague wiped out most of the Earth's population, and out of the ashes, the remaining members of society created the world we live in. The Virus that nearly wiped us out long ago allowed no record of its devastation, nor samples of it in order to try to make sure something of this magnitude never started again. Three-hundred years after the Reconstruction, a school for people to learn the skills the most handy on the Earth as it is now formed, only taking one class per year. In this school, Dancing and Fighting are the focus, Dancing because it was a highly loved form of entertainment, and Fingthing because even with the reconstruction, many people were still feral, still willing to fight over the smallest things because the world lacked having these things. So they fight. So they Kill. So this school exist. It has been approximately fifty-five years since the ned or the Reconstruction. the year is 3825 AR. The world is a drastically different place from what we know, so, let us delve into its mystics and become the people this world would have had us become had we been born in this universe.
Day One: The DNA of a Heart
"And so class, that is the end of today's lecture on your fighting form. Thank you, Mr. Absolon for your demonstration of your highly advanced skills. As for you, class, take note of this presentation of skill. We all saw how much an inch of ground can affect your power and strength in blows." Derik sighed as he placed the practice wooden sword into its holster and into Mrs. Casada's outstretched hand and sat back down. Mrs. Casada's snow-white neck skin began to bounce around with vigor with each incoming word. Every syllable uttered from her mouth (Which looked like someone had smacked a ancient lady with a frying pan) had her wrinkled, deformed, spotted skin jumping like a kid on a sugar high. Her meager dark blue curved neckline dress that cascaded onto the floor ill-suited her, as she had a wider figure and she was short. Her high, very girly voice suited her the same as her dress. "Now onto tonight's training assignment! Every one of you at mid-night exactly will file down to the gymnasium with your weapon, there you will each place your ID card into the machine in the center of the floor and stand back after each student has done so. Weather you use this time in-between to get practice, talk, rest, or goof off will be your choice, but if you do not attend, you will be kicked out of the AADBT immediately, and all of the skills you gained here will be drained from your memory. This harsh treatment is because you are all to pass on soon, and you need to show us your DEDICATION!" She had screamed at the corner full of sleeping students, which aroused them all quickly. "But until the next time I see you, please, stay safe. And do not fight! Remember, only form of physical contact that is dealt to someone can only be in a supervised sparring match, any fighting outside of this will result in the same previously mentioned punishment. Dismissed!"
All Fighter-Classes are now free to move about the School. The school is larger than half the now abandoned city of Las Vegas' size, Sitting atop a cliff top, the school is surrounded by an Ocean and on the other side is a thick wooded area. The Mess Hall is where you can eat and obtain food, but you are not restricted to this area. Evey person has their own room, so do not worry about that.
Arissia was hardly breaking a sweat with her gymnastics dance routine, as she fluttered through the air. Often people would call her the Humming Bird, as she floated through the air with grace and speed. She double-back-flipped into a one fingered hand-stand, then falling into a half fished cart wheel and she bowed, then her music stopped. The class applauded at the routine, praising it and giving cheer. The red-haired teacher, whom they called Mr. Reaper, clapped loudly, his face drenched in sweat with an extreme level of content on his face. Arissia though "Perv. I can tell you were looking up my dress. I've never liked having a male teacher for a dance instructor." She scoffed at him and gave him a glare of discontent and annoyance. Mr Reaper didn't see this though, and he walked over to the front of the room, cleared his throat, and spoke into the microphone "Wonderful! Wonderful! I knew the best routine would be last. Your lucky Arissia pulled your sorry toes out of the fire this week, your routines were mostly bad, and if Arissia wasn't among you, a good chunk of you would be running drills right now. Our only other real dancer in here right now is Ms.Sakurako. Which by the way, Ren, great job! You competed close to Arissia's level of skill. Keep it up. Now, for your nightly drill... Tonight, in the main gym, you will go and place your ID card into the machine in the center of the room. Failure to do this or any fighting results in expulsion and skill removal. I hope to see you all come back tomorrow well. Dismissed."
You are now free to RP.
ITEM RECEIVED: ID card- Allows you to gain access to certain parts of the school and revive things like food or books. Proves you are a student of the AADBT.
FIGHTERS ONLY: RECEIVED ITEM: {Your Starting Weapon}- As name describes. Starting weapon.
DANCERS ONLY: RECEIVED ITEM: {Your Starting Dress}- As name describes. Dress for preformances
Decide what you will do until its time to go to the Gym.