Roleplaying Club- Come and Improve Your Skills

[The Warden]

It's not transgenderism, just because YOU didn't think of using your feminine side as a power doesn't give you the right to knock me for it.

[Nexev]

Actually you DID switch genders, so it is atleast Gender Bender.

But whatever, Shadow is just jealous you can have a male form.

....
I'm sorry, that was mean to women.

[The Warden]

Do you mean 'male form' or 'female form' Nex?

[Proto]

"Meh, it's still kinda confusing... And no offense, but you don't honestly seem that nice, more like a person covering in sweets trying to stop people calling them a jerk or something. And how did you even reach the conclusion that I was a homosexual of any sort? Oh whatever." PROTO continued to fly with his rocket chair, until finally he saw the top of the school building. "Well I bid you farewell strange, man, woman, which gender do you prefer exactly? Oh well, I'm off to class!" PROTO turned the rocket chair down, but the machine just didn't stop.

[i]Stupid thing, how come it's not working! STOP DAMN YOU STOP! HOW DO YOU SHUT OFF THIS THI-[/i]

PROTO rammed the chair straight into the school building, causing a large explosion, also for some reason expelling a bowl of petunias.

PROTO began thinking "OHGODWILLSOMEONEPLEASEHELPMEIDON'TWANTTODIEAVIRGINHEEEELLLPP!!" before perishing once again.

The bowl of petunias on the other hand, only though "Oh no, not again" before falling to it's iminent demise.

If we knew why the bowl of petunias though this exact thing at this exact time, we would likely know a whole lot more about the physics of PROTO's death then we would have before.

PROTO Death Count: 3 1/2

Petunia Death Count: 1

[The Warden]

Brokette observed the clearly copyrighted scene from the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy. With a sigh she declared 'Stanza Shift: GoH'. There was a quick change and he was back into his tunic. He faded away and appeared right beside Jake. 'Say Jake, there has been something on my mind lately. Due to all this in fighting constantly going on, why don't we have a battle tournament? And, should you agree, I figure we should have the applicants state what power they will use, to prevent any suprises and god modding' he suggested.

[Sploda]

Creator just observed PROTO's untimely demise. he was amused somewhat but failed to see why PROTO would ride in such a faulty chair. Luckily for him Creator had a plot device on hand. However when he activated it he unintentionally saved the petuna bowl instead.

"Well that was botched."

Creator Fail Count: 1

[Jake the Sage]

"Hmmmm," Jake said crossing his legs whilst floating in midair, a feat that didn't even cause him to break a sweat, and rubbed his chin. The idea of a tournament would be a good idea, but what would the entire thing be about? Just normal fighting would end up being redundant, while repeating the events from the Wars RP would be even more redundant boardering on the idiotic. Finally an idea came to light, something which might add a bit of flare to the tournament that Broken wanted to have, and looked up, "I think we can do that, but there has to be a condition for it, not unlike the War Rp . . . yet better."

[The Warden]

Broken shrugged. 'Well, winning would prove you're the best and most balanced RPer we got in this school. Although, if that were the case then I'd win already' Broken said, laughing at his little joke. He perked up immediataly. 'And as I said, we are confined to one set of powers that we must declare we are using. Tournaments don't usually need a reason anyways, it can be set up to provide something interesting and legitemately worthwhile in doing' he added.

[Sploda]

Creator, having had no one arrive for the lesson he was giving, had set out to find Jake. When he found them he overheard Broken saying, "Well, winning would prove you're the best and most balanced RPer we got in this school. Although, if that were the case then I'd win already" he then gave a slight laugh. He then continued, "And as I said, we are confined to one set of powers that we must declare we are using. Tournaments don't usually need a reason anyways, it can be set up to provide something interesting and legitemately worthwhile in doing"

Creator walked up after Broken had finished his suggestion. "If we are going through with this, I must request that any staff members, including Teacher Aides, be barred from using their Banweapons. Otherwise it would end up as nothing but a Staff tournament considering that the Banweapons are insta-hits and auto-KOs." Creator added.

[The Warden]

Broken shrugged again. 'That would be obvious Creator, it is needless to say that ban weapons would be illegal. Frankly I hope I will never need to use my Banblow-gun. It causes people to expand with deadly banpoison and explode in a big gooey mess' he stated. 'But, it would be no fun to have just the students in the tourny, cause the teachers are more active in this club than the students are. I dunno about Shadow, I'm sure he's just a hobo that hangs around pretending to be a student'.

[Sploda]

"Wait, he is still here? I though Ice used logic to send to him to a parallel world or something." Creator jested. He then began to ponder what abilities he would use for this fight. [i]I've got just the thing...[/i]

[Jake the Sage]

Time Skip- Three Days

"Okay," Jake says placing the duster on his shoulder, wipping the sweat of his forehead as he pats the apron off, "I've cleaned the study and the kitchen, not to mention the bathroom for how bad it was, now what?"

It had been a couple days since the Roleplaying School had began but it felt more like weeks. THough he [i]was[/i] Dean of the entire school and thus could order people to do whatever he wanted Jake still felt a certain ammount of duty to keep the school looking clean and proper for anyone who'd think to come in and join on the spot. Taking off the cleaning apron and setting it, along with the duster, into a cuboard he felt a twinge of pain run through his head; a pain so sharp he was forced to hold his head and lean against a table. Looking up his eyes quickly flashed into a red cat-eyes form, coupled with a growl, before returning to normal. Standing up he shook his head before speaking to himself, "D*mn attacks are coming more frequently . . . guess I need to go and blow some steam off to keep my transformations in check . . ."

And with that he headed off towards the training room

[Kazooie]

OoC: I kind of wanted to join this so I could get some practice, and since this is how I've seen other people enter, I figured I would enter the same way. ^^

A young girl entered the building, looking around to see if anyone was inside. She had been referred to the school about a week ago, but only just decided to look into it. She had heard good things about it, except for the fact that it was inevitable for someone to be horribly maimed in there soon. Nevertheless, she was bored, and wanted to improve her fighting skills. "Hello? Is there anyone here?"

Not seeing or hearing anyone near her, she walked a little deeper in the school, hoping to find someone. She noticed various rooms, all of which seemed to be empty. "I wanted to apply to be a student... Is this a bad time?" She asked, a little meekly, but loud enough to be heard.

[Jake the Sage]

"Define a bad . . . time," a young woman said quietly behind the counter of the school as she typed on a computer. Looking up the would-be student could see that her skin was not pale, but more of an elegant snow white which made her deep blue eyes even more profound and ice cold. Leaning back the woman, secritary if would was so inclined to guess, tapped her chin while desiding to wait for an answer. As she waited a couple students of the school passed by and didn't pay any mind to the new girl while continuing on their way.

[Kazooie]

"Say, a time when you wouldn't be accepting. I like to think that any time can be worked out to be fine, although I know others wouldn't agree." The young girl smiled at the woman behind the counter, trying to make a good first impression. She didn't want to make any enemies when she first entered the build, and would be as careful as possible to avoid doing so. She carefully moved her black hair out of her eyes, and slightly adjusted her armor. She had been warned to tread carefully there, and planned ahead to do so. [i]She looks... Cold. I better watch what I say.[/i]

"If this is a bad time, I'll be on my way to relieve you of any trouble."

[Jake the Sage]

THe sound of an explosion rocked the compound, but the secritary didn't even flinch, even when the wall beside her nearly exploded as a youth stood up. Shaking himself he popped his head, and picked his sword up before dashing back into the fray. Looking towards the hole in the wall and then back at the young miss she gave a shly smile, "As you can tell . . . young miss . . . there is never an . . . appropriate time . . . for new students."

"But we do our best," a young boy said walking into the front room with a book in his hand, pushing up his glasses as he walked, "My name is Andrew . . . one of the Dean's 'head assistants' like Katie/Noelle here. If you want to get into this school you'll have to take the entrance exam in the training room and be given a passing score."

[Nexev]

Nexev walked over to Caeda with a smile on his face, after he abandoned the mask he sortof melded all of his splits into one guy, he took to wearing clown makeup instead to hide the hundred of sugery scars on his face. "Soooo, fresh blood. Lets see how long you last until I have to clean your guts off the wall. Who said that? I did. I'm Nexev, I'll be your caretaker for your stay in hell. What do you want on your gravestone anyway? I bet I can make a great one. Here lies a dead person, please don't steal from this grave. Brilliant no? I know it is, cause I made it."

[Kazooie]

"I've been warned about things like that. It can't be too much worse then where I've been before." She [b]had[/b] jumped a bit when a youth came flying through the wall. Noticing the young man that entered the room, she prepared to answer any questions he may ask.

"Hello Andrew. I'm Caeda. An entrance exam yo-" She was about to say before she was interrupted by a clown-looking person. "Um... Whatever you want to put on the grave I suppose, Nexev, that sounds delightful... Caretaker in Hell? I heard it got bad here, but never that bad..." She turned back to Andrew before continuing. "Now, you said something about an entrance exam, correct? What exactly do I have to do? A fight? An actual exam? I wasn't given any notice about this place but to be sure I wore my armor..."

[Proto]

"Sheesh, I really need to be more careful with these sorta things.." PROTO said, screwing back on his right arm. It had been many times the young robot had been killed, but usually there was some way to bring him back, though he wasn't exactly fond of dying more then once... Taking a nearby blowtorch he began melding back together the metal plates that made up his arm, it was crude, but surprisingly effective, as normally Creator would attempt to bring him together as quickly as possible.

Testing his newly repaired arm, he grasped a nearby cup of glass and crushed it between his fingers. "Heh, looks like I got this thing working okay, but I really just need to be more prepared for another battle.." Grasping one of his patented "Boomsticks" from the wall, he observed the object carefully, before placing it in a sheath on his back. Satisfied with this level of preparation, Proto walked out to the school grounds, as usual explosions filled the air. Proto sighed, he hated senseless violence, and flashy attacks, but hey, wha'cha gonna do.

Observing the newly blasted hole in the entrance room, Proto walked through it. "Oh, Hello Nexev, Andrew, Katie, I assume we have a new guest?" Proto was afraid, whenever there was this many people around, there were usually explosions. "Umm... I managed to fix my arm back.. though it's nothing like the rocket car crash." His eyes drifted to the newcomer. "Umm... Hello, I'm Proto, and I'm a student here... so I guess I'm technically your superior!" Proto toke a nervous chuckle "You might wanna show a list of powers, it's not really necessary.. But it helps you around here..

[Sploda]

"Ignore Nexev, he has been like this ever since the incident." Creator said as he walked through the hole in the wall carrying the previously seen student on his shoulder. "Oh by the way, we will be needing a nurse for this one, took one to many Symbology blasts, kept forgetting to put his defenses up." Creator unceremoniously dropped the kid near them and walked off down the hallway.

[Kazooie]

"Hi Proto. A list of powers... I suppose I could. I don't have anything too fancy, especially compared to some on you all. Most of my attacks revolve around punching with brass knuckles, usually imbued with some magic, or just used in long chains. Right now, that's all I have practiced using. I prefer practical moves over fancy moves, so I guess sticking to these alone has helped me with that so far." She shrugged when she finished talking, and prepared a question. "Have you had problems with people and their powers before? The way you said it makes it sound like you have."

Turning to the other person she asked, "What happened to him? He seems a little... odd, for lack of a better word."

[Blake]

Black sat, watching the insanity unfold. AGAIN. This time, however, was different. He had a frying pan in his lap. This time, he would be putting some welts on heads. And if that skillet was destroyed, he would just summon another. Besides, he could not be bothered with a full post, as he was merely bumping the thread, and holding a frying pan.

[Sploda]

Creator sighed as he watched Black get ready to whack people with a frying pan. "Whatever happened to originality?" Creator said as he leaned on his cane. Most of the time he didn't let people see him like this but right now he didn't care. This was mostly because he had just experienced another attack. [i]If I don't get another source soon, these attacks could very well be the end of me.[/i] Creator then walked over to black, using the Cane to keep himself steady.

[Jake the Sage]

BUMP- AKA TIME SKIP

[Hi-Def Legacy]

if i could can i join as a student i like role playing games like kingdom hearts and legend of zelda games