I don't like any of these options

>>3734160
then make up your own

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3734159
Both 1

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3734159
Both 1

>>3734166
Huge! Our dude is swole.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3734167
>>3734166
Muscle slime

>>3734159
Both 1

>>3734168
Correction we're a very buff puddle.

>>3734169
Aditional head is 2 for hair 3 for head

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3734159
Hair 3 head 1?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3734192
More eyes and heads we are a shogoth with our slime body

>>3734159
Whatever head and hair

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>>3734194

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Your parents are very proud of you. Not only have you not let your lack of a skeleton prevent you from building some serious muscle, everyone always says that two heads are better than one. Since they know you are meant for great things, they’ve finally decided that your education in Backwater School for Boys just isn’t good enough. Instead, they’ve managed to scrape together enough cash to send you to:

1. Elf School
2. Shepherd School
3. Ratzits School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
4. Prison School
5. A private tutor

Vote.

>>3734214
3. Ratzits School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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>>3734214
>Elf School
So we can properly learn how to look down at others in disdain for their inferiority.

>>3734214
4. Prison School

Keep the steriotypes alive

Lets find a skelly

>>3734214

3. Ratzits School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Muscle wizard, we will bully all thise nerds

>>3734214
>Elf School

>>3734220
I change to

3. Ratzits School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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You enroll at Ratzits School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Your parents have already bought you a stack of textbooks, a second-hand wand for you to wrap your finger-tentacles around, and a school uniform specially tailored to your very unusual needs. You’re in front of the school gates now, ready to start your new life.

To be continued.

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One of the prefects magically sorts your luggage into a pocket plane and gives you a red tag for reclaiming it. He tells you to hurry - the start of term ceremony in the Great Hall is about to start.

It’s not difficult to find - all the students are clearly moving in the same direction. You notice many of them glancing at you and whispering. You become acutely aware that you are new, that you look different, and that you do not yet have any friends.

Most seats in the great hall are already taken by the time you get there, but you keep your head cool and use your superior 6-eyed eyesight to locate nearby unoccupied chairs. The closest one appears to be next to a group with tans, slicked back hair, and freshly pressed uniforms. Looks like there are other chairs further away.

[CHOOSE THIS CHAIR]
[KEEP MOVING]

>>3734357
>KEEP MOVING

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You find another chair. It’s surrounded by a group of mostly ginger guys with sports jerseys over their school uniforms. They’re in the middle of what looks like an enthusiastic discussion about one of the school sports teams.

[CHOOSE THIS CHAIR]
[KEEP MOVING]

>>3734401
>[KEEP MOVING]

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You see an empty chair next to a quiet, disheveled, mixed gender group, many of which wear glasses, most of which are busy reading. You have a feeling that if you don’t pick this one, you will have to go with the next one.

[CHOOSE THIS CHAIR]
[KEEP MOVING]

>>3734556
>[KEEP MOVING]

>>3734556
[KEEP MOVING]

Damn we are stuck with the next

We shpuld find a gym later to train our gooey muscles

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You end up in what you assume must be the misfit corner. Your smaller head glances behind you and confirms that the previous seats have indeed already been claimed. Might as well make the best of the situation.

The others introduce themselves when they see you reaching for the chair. From left to right: Larry Dux, Ashe D’Bauern and Crystal Rachelson.

Ashe: “So, I gotta ask: which head is in charge anyway?”

Crystal: “Don’t be rude to him!”

Larry: “Hey, I think I see the headmaster.”

[SAY SOMETHING]
[QUIETLY WAIT FOR THE HEADMASTER TO TAKE THE STAGE]
[OTHER]

>>3734670
Both heads say me

Do you know where I can find a skeleton?

Then we listen to the headmaster( which is odd calling it a master since it has only one head, we have double the heads, we should be the master)

>>3734675
support

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Ashe bends over laughing at the heads both declaring that they’re in charge. Larry leans in, looking at your blob of a body.

Larry: Skeleton, huh? That explains a lot.

Crystal: One of the teachers probably knows. Maybe…

Larry: ...Mr Snickerpepper?

Crystal: Yeah.

Larry: I’d be careful with him though, mate.

Crystal: Definitely.

The Headmaster takes the stage and raises his hands to silence the room. Everyone stops talking. There’s a small cough somewhere. Then he starts talking.

“STUDENTS,
a new year is before us! A year of great adventures in Learning! Every day is the first day in the rest of your journey. You must choose your companions well, and your tools even better. It is a day of sunshine, but it is also a day of cloudy weather. It alternates. Just like life! I want you to…”

You and most of the students start zoning out after a while. Your eyes wander. You wonder what your parents are up to. You wonder why the windows are so dark all of a sudden - feels like it was daylight a moment ago. You notice a chandelier. Then:

“And that’s why it’s especially important that you give a WARM WELCOME to our new TRANSFER STUDENT. Come up here, son! Don’t be shy!”

[FLY ONTO THE STAGE]
[REFUSE]
[RUN AWAY]
[OTHER]

>>3734754

[FLY ONTO THE STAGE]

>>3734754
>[FLY ONTO THE STAGE]
LIke the special patato that we are

>>3734754

[FLY ONTO THE STAGE]

>tfw he is talking about someone else and we awkwardly stand up together

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You extend your wings and fly onto the stage to the sound of unenthusiastic applause. You land as a tense blob, trying to remain tall enough for your schoolmates to see you. The headmaster smiles and pats you on the back.

“Go on, introduce yourself to your new school.”

What say? Hell, do you even remember your name?

>>3734942
Hi everyone my name is Raymond and this is Chopin, you can call us Ray and Chop, nice to meet you.

>>3734942
I'm Cheech and this is Chong

>>3734962
Support

>>3734942
i'm Bill and this is Ted

>>3734996
+1

Rolled 2 (1d2)

I'll roll for a tie-breaker. 1 is Raymond-Chopin, 2 is Cheechong.

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“I'm Cheech and this is Chong”

The headmaster clears his throat:
“Cheechong will be sleeping in the Silverfish Dormitories for now. I trust you all to give him your warmest Ratzits welcome.”
He gestures for you to leave the stage. You fly back down to your chair. Larry makes a weird face.

Larry: “Silverfish dormitories, eh? Welcome to the club.”

Ashe: “Yeah, like, he’s sitting with us, and we’ve never met him before, so where else would he sleep?”

The headmaster throws himself back into oratory full force, summarizing the history of the school with many unnecessary hand gestures.

[Ask about dormitories]
[Listen to the headmaster’s speech]
[Fuck this! Let’s leave]
[Other]

>>3735246
>[Listen to the headmaster’s speech]

>>3735246
>[Listen]
Just cause we look like a prolapsed asshole doesn't mean we have to act like one. Plus we might learn something useful.

>>3735246

[Ask about dormitories

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“IN THE BEGINNING…”

The headmaster pauses for almost 8 seconds.

“...there was NOTHING!!!” He pauses for another few seconds.

“Then there was Magic. And some learned how to use it. Centuries passed. Many died. Some of old age. One day, a group of the most exceptionally gifted, of the greatest character, decided that the Art was best served by building a school. Ratzits was the first such school. Some scholars argue that numerous other schools, like Dungerry or Futien are older, but that’s just because we do not yet have the archeological evidence for what we already know, which is that Ratzits is obviously older. You all feel it in your gut! YOU FEEL IT IN THE WALLS!! You see it in the face of a ghost, staring at you from a toilet bowl. You see it in the texture of the walls, formed equally of rocks and wondrous talent.”

He pauses again. You think he might be crying. Then he swings his arms violently around him.

“BUT THEY BUILT IT!! And they named it Ratzits! And THREE HOUSES did they form!”

The headmaster takes out a banjo. He spends a few seconds tuning it, then he starts singing:

“The House of Dragon, full of teeth
Like its founder, Johnny Keith
Always biting, never moving
In its lair will be your proving

The House of Squirrel, climbs the tree
Like its founder, Ana Ree
Upward mobile, but knows the root
Hide your feelings in your boot

The House of Eagle, soaring high
Like its founder, Luke Hard-die
Always watching, eats your young
Taste of heaven on its tongue”

The headmaster pauses to blow his nose. Then stops to think for a moment before putting his banjo away.

“I forgot the verse about the House of Silverfish. It’s a later addition anyway. Something about ‘giving chances to lesser folk’? I forget. Anyway, it wasn’t founded by any of the old Masters. It’s a fine house though. Deserves to be sung about. I’ll make sure I remember it next year.”

He stands up and holds his arms high.

“NOW GO, my students, and SLEEP!! May the Founders haunt you in your dreams!”

You hear Larry mumble “every fucking year” under his breath. Crystal makes eye contact with you.

Crystal: “You can come with us. We’ll show you where to find the dormitory.”

Ashe: “You’re gonna be juuuust fiiiiine.”

>>3735260
>>3735273
Support

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When you get to the dormitory you find large cracks in the wall, thick dirt and dust buildup in the corners, cheap mattresses, a vague smell of mold. But fuck it, it’s been a long day. You throw yourself on a mattress and allow yourself to finally relax. You partially spill out of your uniform, but that’s okay. You should really start getting ready for bed.

Your newfound friends from the great hall all came with you. They explain how to summon your luggage using the red tag, and you finally have access to your books and your wand again. They explain that House Silverfish was founded as a sort of backup house for anyone who didn’t obviously fit into any of the other houses. As time went by, obviously fitting into a house more and more frequently required knowing the right people or paying the right bribes. Basically, someone has to vouch for you, and the older families are very hesitant to vouch. Still, it’s not uncommon for someone from House Silverfish to change houses later, sometimes even in the same school year. Not that joining any other house is necessary. You know.

Larry pulls out his wand and makes your bed while Ashe and Crystal say goodnight and head over to the girls’s part of the dorm. You go to the bathroom and deal with basic hygiene, then go to bed. A thousand new impressions swirl through your mind as you close your eyes.

[DREAM]
[READ A BOOK]
[TALK TO LARRY]
[SNEAK INTO THE GIRLS’S DORM]
[OTHER]

>>3735450
>[DREAM]

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>>3735450
>>[DREAM]

>>3735450
>[Dream]
Founders haunt us.

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Too heads

TOO HEADS

Headmaster? ...Headmaster has one heads.

Is one heads easier to master than too?

I’m floating.

Why aren’t my wings tired?

Because I’m in the water

I’m in the ocean

A whale

It’s black and furry

It’s the size of a continent

I wonder what it tastes like

The waters part

You hear a voice

Three voices

Three voices as one

Their words smell of rosewater and mint

But you cannot see their faces

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The morning is brutally sudden. Larry shakes you awake.

Larry: “Hey, Cheechong, wake up! Your first lesson’s in like half an hour.”

You slide out of bed and into your uniform and mumble an inquiry about what the first lesson is.

Larry: “You’re doing Evocation. I’m in a different time-slot for that class, so you’re on your own, but it’s not that hard to find. Watch out for Professor Snickerpepper though. He’s a bit of a cunt. Hope you’ve done your homework.”

You haven’t. In fact, you still haven’t opened any of your textbooks. Larry notices your confused expression.

Larry: “They didn’t tell you that you had homework? Well fuck, I hope you learn fast. Maybe I’ll see ya at lunch?”

He throws a small shoulder bag over his back and leaves.

You pick up your Evocation textbook. It is thick and intimidating. You’re not sure where you would’ve even heard about this homework you apparently should’ve already done. You stroke your forehead and take a deep breath. Into the fray.

You find the Evocation classroom without too much difficulty. The path is clearly signposted. It’s a weirdly dark room on the third floor, its large windows covered with heavy curtains. Students are seated in a semi-circle around a central desk, which you assume is for the teacher. You take your seat towards the left side of the room.

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Professor Snickerpepper is an in many ways average-looking man, his most prominent features being his fashion sense and giant moustache. He speaks with a loud, high-pitched voice that makes your head hurt. It’s too early in the morning for this shit.

Snickerpepper: “toDAY is the FIRST day of the term, and the LAST day for you losers to SLACK OFF!”

He slams a stack of books onto his desk.

Snickerpepper: “FIRST, I want each and EVERY one of you to HAND IN your homework assignment! DON’T YOU DARE make up any STUPID excuses! I will NOT HAVE IT!”

He twirls his moustache and glares at various students.

[MAKE UP AN EXCUSE]
[TELL THE TRUTH AND HOPE FOR MERCY]
[OTHER]

>>3735777
>[TELL THE TRUTH]

>>3735777
>[MAKE UP AN EXCUSE]
Have each head blame the other and make more and more outlandish accusations at each other. maybe we can make him have a stroke from pure rage

>>3735777
>[Tell the big truth]

Going to bed now. You can keep voting /coming up with ideas. I'll try to return in the morning.

G'night.

>>3735777
>[TELL THE TRUTH AND HOPE FOR MERCY]

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You tense into a standing position and proclaim that you are very sorry, but no one had told you that there was homework to be done. You ask him to please understand that this school is still new to you, and that you will try harder next time.
Everyone else is completely quiet. Professor Snickerpepper paces around the room, staring at you. He gets closer, too close, invading your personal space, then pokes you in the side-muscle.

Snickerpepper: “YOU did NOT do your HOMEWORK?! You ask for MERCY?! DO YOU EVEN know what CLASS you’re in??! OPEN TEXTBOOK to page 122, row 6!”

While you fumble with your textbook, Professor Snickerpepper takes out a ruler and whacks you hard over the finger-tentacles. It stings.

Snickerpepper: “You STOPPED OPENING YOUR TEXTBOOK?! I thought you said you’d TRY HARDER?!”

He whacks you on the hand. He takes a step around you and hits your back. He keeps hitting until his ruler breaks in two. Your back stings. You’re pretty sure the skin is red.

Snickerpepper: “DETENTION!! It’ll be just me and YOU tonight, BOY! Don’t you DARE be late!!”

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Snickerpepper walks back to his desk and starts his lecture of the correct application of chapter 1.

You sit back down and try to ignore the pain. You notice the girl next to you leaning closer, whispering:
“Are you okay?”

She looks concerned.

[WHAT SAY?]
[IGNORE HER AND LISTEN TO SNICKERPEPPER’S LECTURE]
[OTHER]

>[IGNORE HER AND LISTEN TO SNICKERPEPPER’S LECTURE]

>>3736952
>[NOD BUT LISTEN TO SNICKERPEPPER’S LECTURE]

>>3736952
"I'm ok, thanks"

And continue listening

We need to find a skeleton

>>3736993
Support

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You briefly acknowledge that you’re okay and go back to listening. Professor Snickerpepper gets out a blackboard and starts explaining the correct mental state and wand technique for lighting a candle. He explains that many of the same principles apply whether its a candle or a large cone of fire. If anything, the candle is a much better test of someone’s ability, since it requires control, discipline. The foundations on which true mastery is built. Fire is especially interesting in this case, as the mental state required is one of heat, excitement, anger, arousal, feelings which in many appear as the opposite of control, yet control is then all the more important.
He makes you all do rehearsal movements without a wand for about 10 minutes, then he pulls out a box full of candles and levitates them towards the students so each and every one has a foot-long candle in front of them.

Snickerpepper: “You must LIGHT IT! Light it WITH YOUR MIND! And wand! DO IT NOW!!”

You pick up your wand and try to replicate the movement. Your wand isn’t particularly heavy, but the weight still throws you off a little - it feels harder to get it right than it was without it. Either way, the fire clearly isn’t happening. Fucking piece of shit second-hand wand. No… no, it’s a poor carpenter that blames his tools. You should be able to do this. What was it Snickerpepper said? Form a heat in your mind that builds with your gestures like a symphony.

Then you realize, you really need to take a shit. Should’ve gone in the morning, but you were in too much of a hurry, and it’s starting to feel really urgent now. You look at the clock by the door. Still 12 minutes left until you’re dismissed. You feel the sweat running down your forehead. Fuck. This is making it really hard to focus.

What do?

>>3737116
Be a man and hold it in and light the candle with our mind

>>3737116
Think of that hot elven model we saw in a magazine last week to get the arousal going for lighting the candle.

>>3737116
>Channel anger and attempt to light the candle
>Already an outcast
>Stupid fuckin second hand wand
>Got paraded around in front of everyone
>Weird glances in the halls
>Beaten my first class for not doing homework
>Detention
WE HATE THIS
WE WILL BURN IT ALL
CONSUME IT WITH FLAMES
>Lose control

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You clench your buttocks and focus your mind on last week’s magazine memories. Her face, her hips… You lift your wand, and… and...

…

Disappointment.

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Why is it not working? Are we too distracted?
Why does this keep happening to us?
We just got here and we’re already an outcast!
Stupid fuckin second hand wand!
Got paraded around in front of everyone!
Weird glances in the halls!
Beaten my first class for not doing homework!
DETENTION!

WE HATE THIS!
WE WILL BURN IT ALL!
CONSUME IT WITH FLAMES!!

The flames melt the candle in seconds. The other students stare at you. Professor Snickerpepper turns, twists his wand, and kills your fire with a thick blanket of water. You are soaked. He makes your failure the centerpiece of an impromptu speech about the dangers of overreach and lacking discipline. He’s obviously gloating.

The lesson ends and you finally get to leave the accursed classroom. Next class is PE - finally something you know you’re good at. You still need to take a shit, but assume there’s probably a toilet by the changing rooms. It’s not like you’re sure where the closest toilet is anyway.

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You’re almost there when you see a familiar face. A group of muscular upperclassmen have gathered around Larry Dux, and not in a friendly way. One of them has grabbed Larry by the collar and is pushing him against the wall, laughing.

Bully: “Hu hu, look at the ugly duckling! This is a human school! Why don’t you fly home for the winter or something? Hu hu hu”

The others are all laughing along.

Larry mumbles: “I’m not a fucking duck.”

Bully: “Say wha?”

Larry: “Have you ever seen a duck with opposable thumbs, you absolute fucking CRETIN?”

Bully2: “Uh, kick his ass Craye!”

Bully3: “Ye, les’ fuck ‘im up!”

What do?

>>3738026
Consume them

>>3738026
Sneak attack the one holding larry

>>3738026
>Take the aggro
>"Thats an ugly nose dude"

>>3738026
Slimy gut punch to the one holding larry

>>3738026
Kick their asses with our swole tentacles

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You sink into muscle-puddle form and slide up to them unnoticed. As so-called “Cray”, the wizard holding Larry, raises his fist to smash his face in, you raise your tentacle. Your body shoots up from the floor, sudden enough to give everyone pause. You unleash a thick trunk of muscle into the man’s gut. He folds like a swiss army knife and falls over. Larry lands on his feet and is staring at you.

The others are getting over their surprise and are getting into fighting stances.

Bully2: “Uh, what the fuck? Who’s this weird puddle?”

Bully3: “Is the guy from the great hall, stupid! The transfer student!”

Bully2: “Less kick his ass!”

You swing your tentacles like whips. Blocking does nothing. After a particularly hard slap to the face, one of them falls over and starts screaming. You wrap one of your arms around the torso of the other, preventing his arms from moving, the repeatedly punch him in the face until he’s got two black eyes and his nose breaks. You let him go. He falls to the ground, crying. The other guy is getting back up and you wrap around his ankle, tripping him. You fly and land of his chest, probably crush a rib or two. He’s screaming. You punch his lights out. The first one gets up. He’s staring at you in disbelief. He’s terrified. You lift the broken nose guy over your head and throw him at the last man standing.He collapses with a loud OOF. Larry stares at you with his mouth open. He doesn’t seem able to find the words.

You throw the broken rib guy to the pile and lick your two sets of lips. You slide over and open your bigger mouth. Your jaw stretches like a snake’s, large enough to swallow a man whole. You wrap your tentacles around the top man on the pile and start pulling him into your food funnel.

“NO!”

Larry finally found his voice. He looks terrified.

“I’m glad you beat them up - they fucking deserved it - but don’t EAT THEM! Please!”

You pause. Maybe he’s right?

What do?

>>3739180
yeah, eating classmates is bad

but they owe us a skeleton now, send them walking

>>3739180
"Chillax."
>Drop him
"Let it be known now, losers. I'm top dog here. Next person to fuck with my friends gets to be my skeleton."
>Go through their pockets for lunch money

>>3739189
>>3739242
Support

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You’ve had a bad day. It felt good to work out some aggression. Still, Larry’s probably right. It’s a bit early in the school year for explaining to the teachers why you ate three of their students. You close your mouth and turn your upper body to face him, toothy smile on your face.

“Chillax.”

You drop the limp body of broken rib guy on the floor and slap the three of them awake. You loom over them as they stroke their aching flesh and crawl into fetal positions. Your mouths speak as one:

"Let it be known now, losers. I'm top dog here. Next person to fuck with my friends gets to be my skeleton."

You steal whatever cash they’re carrying. They dare not resist. Not much - 3.42g. It’ll do. One of them has a picture of their family in their pocket. They crawl away defeated. Larry still looks a bit shocked.

Larry: “That was… wow. I don’t know what the fuck that was. How did you learn to move like that?”

You give him the short version, how you grew up different, had to learn how to work with what you’ve got, and you found that you had a talent for it. Then say sorry for cutting it short, but you really need to find a bathroom. Larry helps you find the changing rooms, follows you inside, and points to the restroom. You finally find release. When you come back out, Larry is still waiting by the changing room door. There are a bunch of other young wizards in there, but they’re busy getting changed.

Larry: “So, uh… thanks. Really. I mean it.”

You tell him not to worry about it. You share a mutual hand-on-shoulder touch. You make plans to hang out at lunch. Larry leaves for his next class. PE is starting any minute. Being on the verge of being late is starting to feel like a trend. Luckily your blobby body allows you to change into gym clothes in a matter of seconds. You slide through the door and face your PE teacher.

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She’s a medium height woman in a tracksuit with small hands, freckles, and a whistle.

Teacher: “Cheechong, right? You’re already making quite a name for yourself, I hear.”

She shakes your hand. Or tentacle. Whatever you want to call it.

Teacher: “Welcome to the gym! I’m Maya Qills. I’ll be your instructor this term, and probably the next. Due to large group sizes and to encourage student autonomy, we’re allowing students to choose one of three groups doing different activities every time we have PE.”

She pulls out a clipboard and flips through a few pages.

Professor Qills: “Todayyy… group A is dance, group B is broomstick riding, and group C is track and field. Any of them strike your fancy?”

What do?

>>3739352
Lacking a skeleton makes us an excellent dancer.
To the dance floor!

>>3739352
I don't know teacher, maybe we need a private instruction!

Let's dance, FLEXibility is our strong suit

>>3739370
>>3739400
"So whaddaya say, Ms. Qills? How about you let us show you some of our moves?"

>>3739370
NOTHING IS IN THE WAY OF OUR MOVES WE CAN DANCE IN WAYS THAT WOULD BREAK BONES AND BURST SKIN

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>>3739370
>d
>>3739400
>>3739421
>>3739944
NO DANCE IS OUT OF OUR MAJESTIC REACH

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>>3739370
>>3739400
>>3739421
Ms. Qills laughs. You bust some serious moves to demonstrate your sincerity.

Ms. Qills: “Okay, OKAY - but not for long. I do have other students :P”

The gym has been divided almost in half, with a small section for broomsticks to take off before primarily occupying airspace rather than groundspace. The track and field part comes complete with grass, sand, and fairly complex terrain - no doubt shaped by magic. The dancing section, by contrast, is simpler, flatter, but as you move over there you notice that a partial sound-barrier separates the halves. Voices carry just fine, but once you cross over you suddenly hear the music, loud and clear. The lights also seem to dim, if ever so slightly.

Ms. Qills: “We’re technically supposed to teach you traditional dance, but let’s be honest - as long as you get some decent exercise out of it, I doubt any of the higher ups care about dance move purity.”

She stops in the middle of the dance floor, takes a step towards you, and takes your right hand in hers.

Ms. Qills: “So colour me curious - let me see what you’ve got ;)”

Some of the other students are clearly glancing over at you. The audience is not unlikely to grow.

What will be your moves? Please roll 1d100 next to description.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>3740773
move our body in rhythm to the music, lead Ms. Qills along on the dance for and grip her tightly, throw her around with our muscles and do some aerial moves too, use our wings in addition to it to make it all more impressive
suggestive tentacle dancing is where it's at

High is good? Best of 3?

>>3740793
High is good.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>3740786
Rolling for this

>>3740825
now THAT is some pretty good dancing
seduced teacher achieved

>>3740825
We may have accidentally become the chad slime boys

>>3740825
We are a dancing GOD

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>>3740825
You put on the performance of a lifetime. It starts slow, but builds and crescendoes. Yet everything looks perfectly natural, like music made flesh. Ms. Qills is an excellent partner - flexible, impeccable balance, follows your lead so intuitively it’s almost like she’s reading your mind. Sensing her skill and responsiveness, you grow ever bolder, pulling off moves you never thought you’d try with a partner, at least not without days of practice together. Everyone is staring now, even the track and field and broomstick students. But they are invisible to you. All you see is the dance, the rhythm, Ms. Qills’s eyes looking into yours, anticipating your movements. Her skin on yours. The smell of her sweat.

You end the dance catching her in the air, landing in a perfect sommersault, protecting her with you muscular, pillowy back, finishing with a dip, your tentacles wrapped around her in a gentle embrace, your faces mere inches apart.

The whole gym erupts in loud cheers and applause. Ms. Qills suddenly pants, as if she’d held her breath for the final climax. The sweat is running down her brow. For a moment, you rest your eyes on her lips. But your daydreams are interrupted by students crowding around you, complimenting you both, demanding to know how you learned how to do that.

Ms. Qills gets to her feet and wipes the sweat off her forehead. She takes a few steps away from you, leaving you with the crowd, then stops. She turns around. Her smile is ambiguous, as if there’s a hidden sadness.

Ms. Qills: “Those were some killer moves, Cheechong. I think you’re going to fit in just fine at this school.”

She turns her back to you again.

Ms. Qills: “I… have to do something. I’ll be right back.”

She leaves the gym, in as dignified a run as possible. There’s no way you can follow - the crowd around you is much too thick. But you still remember the dance. The adrenaline is still pumping. Your faces crack into smiles. PE rules.

>>3740979
We fucking killed it.

>>3740979
Chad Slimecock

>>3740979
we need to get the PE teacher for some private lessons later

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It’s hard to go back to class as usual after that performance. Students spend the next 15-20 minutes just talking about what they’d just witnessed. It’s not until the crowd of awed strangers starts thinning that you notice at least one familiar face. Crystal walks up to you. She looks a little awkward.

Crystal: “Hi. I… er… saw your dance. I might’ve missed the start of it, since I was in the track and field section. I didn’t see you come in. Anyway, you’re really talented. I’m a little jealous.”

She pauses and looks away.

Crystal: “I-I guess you won’t be hanging out with us anymore. I m-mean, I’d understand if you didn’t.”

What do?

>>3741111
what? not hang out with you? after this quads>>3741111 ?
we are from the same house Crystal, you
Ashe and Larry are my buddies ok?

>>3741111
Both heads respond yes/no before continuing in unity:
"Of course I'll still hang out with you guys. We're dorm mates after all. I didn't beat up those guys for Larry just so I could drop you guys and move on."

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>>3741167
>>3741174
Crystal nods. She looks like she’s about to cry.

You spend the remainder of your PE lesson hanging out with her in the track and field area, exercising together. Feels like any dancing done right after that first one would be an anti-climax. She confirms your suspicions that the floor is magically altered at the start of every lesson, according to need.

Ms. Qills eventually returns to the gym, but keeps her distance from you, avoids eye contact. You let her have her space. What you had together on the dance floor was intense. You feel like you might need some cooling down yourself.

As the lesson ends, you part with Crystal, making plans to meet for lunch with Larry and Ashe. You head to the changing rooms, slide out of your PE uniform, and have very long, very cold shower.

>>3741167
support

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You forget how many floors up the lunch room is - the stairs get inconsistent and confusing - but the view from the windows is certainly nice. They provide several options for food and you grab a bit of everything. You’ve worked up a big appetite.

You find Crystal, Larry, and Ashe by a table in the corner, next to a window. They spot you and wave.

The food’s nothing to write home about, but it fills your belly, and the company is excellent. Once you laugh so hard you almost choke on your drink. Occasionally another student will come by just to slap you on the back, saying they’ve heard about your exploits, welcoming you to the school. Towards the end of lunch, thick clouds cover the sky and drench the grounds in rain and lightning, but nothing can ruin this day now.

Larry says you’re in the same classroom next lesson. You’re learning Divination. Ashe rolls her eyes. Larry shrugs.

Larry: “Yeah, so the professor’s a little weird, sure, but he’s not the worst.”

Any questions before we move on or head straight to Divination?

>>3741866
No homework expected of me this time is there? Because if there is I want to copy yours

>>3741870
Never not hustle the homies for their homework.
Supportan

>>3741870
Larry: “No more homework due today, but there’s some for tomorrow.”

Ashe: “We’ll get together and go over it once today’s lessons are over.”

Larry: “Yeah.”

Crystal: “I’m kind of looking forward to it.”

You finish your lunch and split up. You and Larry head for your Divination class.

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There are no chairs in the Divination room, just thick sitting cushions all over the floor. The room has large windows and is probably normally very bright, but the thunderstorm outside makes it dark as night. You find a large cushion somewhere slightly off-centre and make yourself comfortable. Larry sits down next to you. Lightning briefly illuminates the room while your Divination teacher walks from the classroom door in the back towards the slightly elevated teacher’s area in front of you. He’s wearing a thick, flowy, dark brown robe and something about the way he moves somehow manages to look more adolescent that his apparent age would suggest.

Professor Skywander: “Hello everyone. My name’s Skywander, but you can call me MASTER.”

His eye twitches ever so slightly.

Professor Skywander: “Since today’s the first lesson of the term, I thought we’d start by getting to know each other. I need something to help me remember your names. I HATE not remembering names!”

He sits down on the teacher’s cushion.

Professor Skywander: “Now maybe you’re thinking ‘Master, Master, why don’t you just DIVINE what our names are?!’ but that’s the kid of BULLSHIT idea people only have when they HAVEN’T BEEN MADE TO SUFFER! Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be if I had to meditate to find out your name every time I have to address one of you?! I’d sooner KILL YOU ALL.”

He goes quiet. Clears his throat.

Professor Skywander: “I apologise. That was uncalled for.”

He lifts his arm and points at the person seated furthest to the front and left.

Professor Skywander: “We’ll start with you and then take turns. What is your name, and tell us something interesting about yourself. Do you have any hobbies? What did you do for summer?”

The girl in the front fidgets nervously.

“Eumm… I’m Clara Karus? I… um… I… like reading books?”

Professor Skywander: “Books? What KIND of books?”

Clara: “Ro… mance… novels...?”

Professor Skywander: “I hate them. NEXT.”

You barely listen to the other introductions. You’re busy trying to think of what interesting thing about yourself to bring up. You’ve never had to think of something to help someone remember you before. Your appearance is usually enough.

What say?

>>3741895
"I'm Cheechong and if the obvious two heads are not enough I'm a hell of a dancer, this summer I spent in search of a skeleton but didn't find one that suited me, I also like cooking, fighting and exploring dungeons!"

>>3741895
"I'm Chee." Says one head.
"I'm Chong" Says the other.
"I can do THIS."
Turn into a puddle in front of the whole class.

>>3741973

support

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>>3741973
Skywander pauses and mumbles to himself, then moves his eyes to Larry.

Professor Skywander: “NEXT.”

Larry: I’m Larry Dux. I was in your class last year. This summer I went to Crowsmire to see distant relatives. Went to some gigs. Ate ice cream.”

Professor Skywander: “Mm-hmm. NEXT.”

When everyone’s introductions are done, Skywander closes his eyes, quietly, as if willing himself to absorb the information. Then he gets to his feet.

Professor Skywander: “Now split into pairs.”

You default to Larry. It seems the natural thing to do. Skywander walks up and down the classroom, watching everyone as they find their partner.

Professor Skywander: “A MASTER can see the future from ANY POSITION, but younglings like YOU benefit greatly from a change in perspective, to help you divorce your mind from your present reality. You will take turns holding your partner by the ANKLES, helping them remain upside down, so they can focus on astrally projecting into potential realities and not just on keeping their balance!”

Skywander sits down on the teacher’s cushion again. Larry looks at you with some confusion.

Larry: “Sorry, mate, I just… I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be grabbing onto.”

Skywander takes out a small pouch from his robe.

Professor Skywander: “This pouch is filled with different-coloured balls. Soon, I will be grabbing one of the balls. I will ask each and every one of you what colour the ball is. We’ll start with half the class, then switch so the other partner is upside down and I’ll grab a second ball. Don’t try to sense the ball, sense the future of the inside of my hand, where I will be holding it. Read my future.”

You roll onto your heads and hold out your leg-tentacles for Larry to grab.

Larry: “Cheers. And good luck.”

Roll 1d10 (unrelated trivia), 1d100 (colour of ball), and 1d1000 (deeper knowledge of the future).
I take the first roll of each.

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Rolled 914 (1d1000)

>>3742012
feel the squid

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>3742012
trivia!

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>3742012

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>>3742019
is it armadillo facts time did you know humans have 50% of there dna is bananas
No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver or purple.
There are only four words in the English language which end in “dous”: tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.
It’s impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.
The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.
The original story from “Tales of 1001 Arabian Nights” begins, “Aladdin was a little Chinese boy.”
And one single teaspoon of honey represents the life work of 12 bees.
Most ice-cream contains pig skins
There are 7 different kinds of twins: Identical, Fraternal, Half-Identical, Mirror Image Twins, Mixed Chromosome Twins, Superfecundation and Superfetation.
Humans have fewer chromosomes than a potato.
Scorpions can hold their breath underwater for up to 6 days.

>>3742027
cool

>>3742027
>>3742046
and i am eating ice cream right now and wonder how many deaths it takes for a jar of honey there relentless wokr tiredless work to be fucking spread on TOAST BY FUCKING DIRTY CHILDREN THAT CANT STOP STIKING THERE FINGERS INSIDE IT

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Larry grabs your ankles, you close your eyes and feel the blood rushing to your head. You feel dizzy. You force your way through a narrow rift between the peaks of REM sleep. You plunge into extraplanar consciousness, like breaking the surface of an ocean.

You see the ball. You feel the ball. You smell the ball. It’s small. It’s made of cork. It’s in your hand. Your hand has bones in it. It’s Skywander’s hand. But it is also your hand. You hold it in your palm, your fingers hiding it from your students. It’s green. A darkish, foresty green, like fresh pine needles.

A thousand paths to potential futures stretch from the ball. A thought. Skeleton. You turn toward eternity and drink deep of its bright, piercing shadows. The visions are intense and difficult to sort. You’re starting to feel nauseous. You’re older. You’re wearing normal people clothes. Your neck, it’s tall, majestic. Your arms, firm, chiseled. You admire your reflection in the blackpink waters of a future land. You’re tall. You’re… you pass the vision, diving through the blackpink dreamwet. You cannot slow down. Your skeleton is gone. A library. Shelves of books. Dust and wood. Your friends. Something forbidden. The pages linked with a thousand fates. You melt through the floor, screaming. Your eyes are burning under their lids. You cannot stop the vomit.

You return to find yourself coughing in a pool of your half-digested lunch.

Larry: “Fuck, Cheechong. Are you alright?”

You find Skywander standing right next to you and jerk slightly with surprise. He takes out his wand, swings it around, and points at the pool, instantly cleaning away all your vomit.

Skywander: “I TOLD the headmaster it was a terrible idea to put my class right after lunch, but he NEVER LISTENS.”

He puts his wand away and walks back to his cushion.

Skywander: “Okay, it’s quiz time. I’ll speak to each of you telepathically, so don’t you dare tell me the colour out loud. It’ll bias everyone else and make them second guess what they actually saw.”

Larry pats you on the back while you cough.

Larry: “Fuckin hell. What did you SEE?”

You manage to force a smile.

“I’ll tell you later.”

Skywander takes out his pouch again and picks up a ball, without showing anyone what it looks like, then stares at the students in the same order you introduced yourselves, lingering on each for a few seconds. Eventually, you hear his voice in your head.

Skywander: “Cheechong, the puddle man. What colour is the ball?”

>>3742167
Blue :)

>>3742167
It’s green. A darkish, foresty green, like fresh pine needles.

>>3742167
BLUE!

>>3742167
Green

>>3742218
Dont forget its made out of cork

>>3742265
>>3742216
Guys, those blue things on the pic are our eyes, not the ball, look at the number and shape
It was only 1 ball

>>3742167
Green

>>3742218
supporting

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>Blue 2
>Green 4

"Green"

Skywander: “...correct.”

He moves on and finishes the first half of students. He puts the ball back in the pouch and the pairs switch roles.

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Larry does alright. You hold his ankles, he does his handstand, he returns without vomit, and it seems he manages to guess the ball. No drama to speak of. You don’t know how many of your fellow students failed the quiz. Skywander never revealed any numbers to the class. As you’re getting ready to leave, he walks up to you.

Skywander: “I’ve always wondered if having a literal third eye would help with this sort of thing. And I suppose technically you have six. Eyes, I mean, not third eyes.”

Clara Karus from the front row walks past and he grabs her by the shoulder.

Skywander: “You... might die in childbirth. Just a heads up.”

She leaves very quickly.

Skywander: “Just keep in mind that visions become less reliable the further away they are in time. Sometimes it’s hard to know what they really mean. If they’re even about what you think they’re about.”

Larry: “Sorry to interrupt, Professor, but we really need to get going.”

Skywander: “What’s the hurry? The school day is over.”

Larry: “Cheechong’s got detention with Professor Snickerpepper, and we should probably find him a snack or something since he just lost most of his lunch.”

A sudden darkness comes over Skywander.

Skywander: “Snickerpepper? Snickerpepper is a fraud! He always criticising. He’s jealous of me. He’s holding me back. I HATE HIM.”

Skywander realises what he’s doing, closes his eyes for a second, controlling himself, then turns to walk away, his robe fluttering dramatically behind him.

Skywander: “Yeah, go, whatever! I suppose those are the ‘rules’ of this school.”

Larry takes a deep breath.

Larry: “He’s a bit exhausting, but he’s not that bad as a teacher. Are you alright to eat yet or are you still nauseous? I know a good place.”

You and Larry head over to a small cafeteria in the west wing. You get a sandwich, he’s fine with some orange juice. All paid for by the ‘voluntary’ contributions of the bullies you beat up earlier. You tell him the broad strokes of your vision.

Larry: “If you saw what I think you saw… well, let’s just say there’s a section in the library for restricted books, and they almost never let students enter.”

Larry tells you all he knows about the library, which, granted, isn’t that much. But you don’t linger long - Snickerpepper’s warning that you shouldn’t dare be late feels like something you ought not challenge without good reason. Larry helps you find the detention room. You agree to meet in the dorms when you’re done. The door to detention is heavy and metal and sounds like it hasn’t been oiled in centuries. Inside, Snickerpepper is leaning against a desk, looking at a clock.

Snickerpepper: “Four minutes early. Very good. You may sit.”

>>3742669
Sit!

>>3742669
SIT! don't shit don't shit don't shit

>>3742669
Sit

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You sit down in one of the many empty chairs.

Snickerpepper: “I want to help you PASS this course, Cheechock.”

“It’s Cheech-chong, Sir.”

Snickerpepper: “I want you to understand that you are here to LEARN. I didn’t give you detention as a PUNISHMENT. I gave you detention to HELP YOU.”

Snickerpepper moves away from the desk and paces around you like a predator.

Snickerpepper: “Evocation is the art of channeling the natural energies of the being. It does not alter, like Transmutation. It does not steal from other planes, like Conjuration. It does not bother the dead, like Necromancy. It is merely the mastery of what you already are, the mastery of being. There is beauty in this simplicity, in its purity. Do you see it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Snickerpepper: “To master the self, one must first UNDERSTAND the self. You positively evaporated the candle this morning. Tell me, boy, what makes you angry?”

>>3742869
Injustice against me

Was that what made we burn the shit our of that candle?

>>3742869
Being wronged, and seeing others wronged!

>>3742869
this whole school and all the yerks here that act like they are better then everyone else while being pathetic stupid brutes that you cant be around without them acting like animals that beat up each other to feel better about themself >>3742899
kind of this exactly >>3742908
and that

>>3742915
perfection

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Snickerpepper: “Persecution complex? Hmm. No. Highly exploitable, nonetheless.”

He walks behind you.

Snickerpepper: “I hear you’re looking for a skeleton.”

He slaps you in the back of your larger head.

Snickerpepper: “Be HONEST with yourself! You’ll never find a skeleton that fits. You’ve got two heads, wings, and while you appear short without bones, you’re obviously BUILT LIKE A GIANT. Where would you find a skeleton that fits? FIVE LIFETIMES isn’t enough to find such a skeleton.”

You do not respond. On some level you know it to be true, but you refuse to accept it.

Snickerpepper: “The only way someone like you could have real skeleton, a skeleton that doesn’t fit like a shoe five sizes too small, is to MAKE IT YOURSELF!”

Snickerpepper suddenly goes quiet. He may have said too much.

Snickerpepper: “Anyway, I want you to CHANNEL that heat of yours. I want you to make it narrow and intense. Like the end of a pencil. And I want you to WRITE…”

Snickerpepper takes out a sheet of parchment and puts it on the table in front of you.

Snickerpepper: “...‘I CAN CONTROL IT’ five times on this piece of parchment using only your magic. This IS an OPEN BOOK test. Page 76 in Basic Evocation. I will OBSERVE.”

>>3742969
My feelings now are a lot better than they were earlier today. I try to call upon my confused teenaged feelings for Ms. Gills. I felt something today, surely.
The passion of our dance, the warmth of her touch, that look in her eyes. Surely that meant something right? I temper those feelings with the sadness I felt in knowing that we may never be. To let those flames of passion be reduced to a dull, sputtering ache in my heart. I begin to write.

>>3742995
This is good
Use our recently gained passion/lust for Quill after our dance

>>3742995
This

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>>3742995
It takes you a while to get the flame just right. You have a few incidents of the parchment catching fire and having to suffocate it with your robe or hand. Half an hour passes. Steady progress. You eventually write the final T and finish your assignment. You can’t help feeling proud of the achievement. Feels like you’ve come a long way just since this morning alone. Professor Snickerpepper snatches the parchment from your hand.

Snickerpepper: “What is THIS? This is DIFFERENT. YOU are different.”

He stares at you.

Snickerpepper: “You learn FAST, boy.”

He burns the parchment to a crisp in his hand.

Snickerpepper: “I thought that would take ALL EVENING. I thought I’d BEAT you when you FAILED. I thought that EVEN THEN the task might prove too much for you. I haven’t actually prepared a second assignment.”

He walks over to the desk again and leans against it, arms crossed, facing you.

Snickerpepper: “I suppose you’ve earned a REWARD. Ask you QUESTIONS! I MIGHT answer them.”

>>3743054
"Is it possible to combine different kinds of evocations by havibg each of my heads focus on a different emotion? Are demons inherently evil, and if so, are tieflings tainted by proximity? What does that imply for me? Where did you learn Evocation so throughouly? If you had a teacher, were they strict too? If you don't mind my asking, do you have mastery over other kinds of magic? Also, is skeleton-crafting related to necromancy and is Maya Qills single?"

>>3743054
You mentioned making my own skeleton....how would I do that?

>>3743054
How would one make a skeleton?

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Snickerpepper: “You’re a cheeky little shit, but okay.

So, One, you don’t need several heads to form a hybrid emotional base for Evocation. The human brain is easily complex enough to do it with one. It’s a matter of practice, not pluralities of HEADS. But it’s of debatable usefulness. The textbook has a chapter on it. Learn to READ.

Two… I’m not sure what to TELL YOU, kid. Evil is a NEBULOUS CONCEPT to BEGIN with. Are you TAINTED? Who KNOWS? Who CARES?

Next, er… Where did I learn Evocation? I went to CLASS. I READ my TEXTBOOK. I PRACTICED. I SUGGEST you do the same. My relationship to my TEACHER is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

As for other MAGIC, I know a GREAT DEAL. All the teachers do. We all pick a FOCUS in our fourth or fifth year, but we learn a BROAD RANGE before that. And even after, there’s nothing really PREVENTING us from exploring other fields.

And no, skeleton-crafting isn’t NECROMANCY. Necromancers master negative energy. They manipulate the dead and suck the life from things. Necromancy does not GROW anything. Necromancy never CREATES. It is a PARASITE.

And you should FORGET about Ms. Qills. Is she SINGLE? Maybe! Does that mean it’s APPROPRIATE for you to flaunt your INFANTILE CRUSH like it had the SHADOW of a HOPE?! I would say ‘No’.“

You scratch your chin.

“So how WOULD I make a skeleton?”

Snickerpepper: “I REALLY shouldn’t be telling you this. But I’m SURE that NOT DOING SO would do NOTHING to prevent you from doing something INCREDIBLY STUPID. What we’re talking about is WAY ABOUT YOUR LEVEL so you should SERIOUSLY PUT IT OUT OF YOUR MIND and hit the books. Maybe in a few years when you have access to the…”

Snickerpepper goes quiet again. He pauses for several seconds.

Snickerpepper: “Well, let’s just say that there’s MORE THAN ONE WAY of doing it, each with their own strengths and drawbacks. Put it OUT OF YOUR MIND, kid. I’d suggest if you’re AIMING FOR IT, you should focus on Evocation. But I WOULD SAY THAT, wouldn’t I?”

He looks at the clock.

Snickerpepper: “It’s TIME. Go to your dorm and DO YOUR HOMEWORK. I’d say it’s been a PLEASURE, but I’d be LYING.”

He pushes you out of the door and slams it shut behind you. You make your way back to the Silverfish dorms.

By the time you get there, your friends are already gathered around a table going over tomorrow’s homework assignments. They wave when they spot you. You pull out a chair and sit down.

Larry: “How was detention?”

Ashe: “Yeah. Snickerpepper’s kind of fucked up.”

>>3743200
It was not that bad, I wasn't beaten for once.

Lets do this homework

Ask the girls how their classes were

>>3743200
"It wasn't too bad." Says one head.
"It fucking sucked." Says the other.
"I learned a bit, though, actually. I think if we go to the forbidden part of the library we can learn how to make me a skeleton using magic." Both say.

>>3743229
This

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>>3743229
Larry: “Fuck yeah! We’re breaking into the library!”

Larry high fives you.

Ashe: “Do you even know HOW to break into the library.”

Larry: “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Crystal: “You shouldn’t. This is a TERRIBLE idea.”

Larry: “It’s the best shot Cheechong has at finally learning how to get a skeleton. I don’t know about you guys, but if he wants to do this, I am IN. 100%.”

Ashe: “Me too. I’ve always wanted to see the forbidden section.”

Crystal: “This is a bad idea, guys. If they catch us…”

Larry: “Are you IN though?”

Crystal: “I guess? I mean if everyone else is going I’d feel weird if I didn’t.”

Larry turns to you.

Larry: “Tomorrow’s gonna be a short school day for you, Cheechong. Late morning, Transmutation, then lunch, then Necromancy, then self-study. You’re expected to do some assigned reading, but only necromancy really has a homework assignment, and it’s basically just fill in the blanks with answers from the book to prove you actually read the chapter. Easy-peasy.”

Ashe: “We’re in the same Necromancy class, so I can show you where it is after lunch.”

Larry: “So, what do you say? Break into the library? Tonight? Tomorrow? Not at all?”

>>3743200
>WAY ABOUT YOUR LEVEL
should be
>WAY ABOVE YOUR LEVEL

Late night writing makes for some weird typos

>>3743229
Thirded

>>3743229
Fuck I was way too late
>>3744371
"Maybe we should put this on the backburner and first dig around to see what we can find about it. Maybe we can get info in the regular library?

>>3744371
Lets have a look yes!

>>3744395
if NOT BOOK BREAKING IN PARTY
THIS IS suppo rt to your vote

>>3744395
THIS

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>>3744395
Crystal: “See? Cheechong agrees with me.”

Ashe: “I guess we’re not doing it TONIGHT, at least.”

Larry: “Well, er… yeah. If that’s what you WANT. Honestly? I’m a little disappointed. But...”

Ashe: “Yeah, but you know.”

Larry: “Yeah yeah, exhaust all other options first. Gotcha.”

Ashe: “So…?”

Crystal: “Meet in the library after school tomorrow?”

Larry: “I mean even if we do end up breaking into the forbidden section, it doesn’t hurt to scope the place out first.”

Crystal: “Larry!”

Larry: “Yeah, I know, I know! We’re just reading! Nothing that’ll get us in trouble!”

Ashe: “Whatever. You hungry, Cheechong?”

You magically make pasta together. You finish your required reading and homework over dinner. It’s not particularly difficult. The Necromancy assignment is almost entirely about naming various body parts. As you’re finishing up, you notice a poster on the wall.

“The Silverfish Brisqball team needs YOU
Make your mark in the House War!
NOW ACCEPTING APPLICANTS”

The fuck is Brisqball?

Ashe notices you staring and turns around, looking at the poster.

Ashe: “You wanna try out for Brisqball, Cheechong?”

Larry chokes on his orange juice and spray it over the table.
Larry: “PFFFSSSHHH!!! *cough* *cough*”

Crystal: “What’s wrong with Brisqball?”

Ashe: “...Nothing.”

Larry: “It’s a bit… I dunno.”

Ashe: “Mainstream?”

Larry: “Yeah.”

Ashe: “Nothing wrong with that.”

Larry: “Not a thing.”

Crystal: “Mm-hmm?”

>>3744542
why the hell not, if it's sports we may end up seeing Ms Quill

>>3744542
>Another chance to flex our chadness
"I don't know what it is, but I want to try."

>>3744569
same here dude

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Ashe: “Okay. I’ll come with you to tryouts. Larry and Crystal have another class after we’re finished with Necromancy anyway. Don’t wanna be sitting in the library alone.”

Larry: “Good luck, mate. I don’t really get it, but if that’s what you’re into, more power to you.”

Crystal: “I’m sure you’ll do great.”

You spend the rest of the evening just hanging out, talking, playing some card games, discussing and digesting the events of the day. It eventually catches up with you. You wish the others a good night and sink into your cheap mattress, exhausted. It’s been an eventful day, even as first days in a new school go. You rest your eyes on one of the cracks in the ceiling. As you drift off to sleep, your final thought:

[LIBRARY, HUH?]
[WHAT THE FUCK IS BRISQBALL?]
[I WONDER WHAT MS. QILLS IS DOING RIGHT NOW]
[I MISS MY OLD BED]
[OTHER]

>>3744597
Lesbians and deaf women wear the same clothes.

>>3744597
[DO I HAVE TUMORS, AND AM I HOLLOW INSIDE SO A SKELETON CAN FIT IN THERE?]

>>3744597
>[I WONDER WHAT MS. QILLS IS DOING RIGHT NOW]

if this get's us a vision I'm stoked! let's use sleeping divination

>>3744597
[I WONDER WHAT MS. QILLS IS DOING RIGHT NOW]

>>3744597
>[I WONDER WHAT MS. QILLS IS DOING RIGHT NOW]

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>>3744625
>>3744741
>>3744828
>Ms. Qills 3 votes
Guess we’re doing sleeping divination.

Feels like a pretty natural end point for chapter 1. Will probably start chapter 2 soon and pick up where we left off.

THINGS TO (probably) LOOK FORWARD TO IN PART TWO:
- DREAM DIVINATION
- MORE TEACHERS
- STUPID WIZARD SPORTS
- THE LIBRARY
- RECURRING CHARACTERS FROM PART ONE

Please vote for your favourite drawing in the thread. I’ll use it as the base for the OP image in thread 2.

>>3744944
i dont think there is a need to make a new thread if there is not a long pause

>>3744944
>>3740979
This one was good
Dramy tentacle muscle slime

>>3744597
>>3744944
I like this one
Thanks for the thread QM looking forward to the next one

>>3744944
This one >>3744597
Thanks for the thread.

Im looking forward to see more of >>3735323
Favourite pic is probably >>3740979, but honestly, i enjoyed all the art :)

>>3744962
It'll be a few days. Probably (probably) less than a week. We'll see.

>>3745029
QM?

>>3745087
>QM?
It means Quest Master in the /qst/fag lexicon. Thanks for running, I'm not much of one for magic school plots but this has been a legitimately enjoyable experience and I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in mind for the next chapter.

Even split between Dancing and Dreaming thus far. Anyone wanna be the tie-breaker?

>>3745094
Hadn't even planned for it to necessarily be a magic school. That's just how the vote went. Even had a basic write-up for the elf school ready after it got a couple votes (Montessori parody). Glad you enjoyed it.

Also, if anyone wants this in the archive, feel free to put it there. I'm probably not going to bother.

>>3745220
>Dancing

>>3739326
this one was my fav

The divination teacher was my favorite part though.

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>>3746730

QM are you dead?

>>3750988
See >>3745087
But somebody should archive this

>>3751735
someone should