Post by Cera Dragoneska on Jan 12, 2005 17:37:01 GMT -5
You find yourself in a large, rectangular room. Along the east side there is a buffet line where food is currently being placed for consumption. On the opposite wall, there is a conveyor-belt for used trays to be placed. They would travel to the kitchens where they would be cleaned for reuse. throughout the rest of the room there are placed several round tables, all of differing sizes. Some have four chairs, some two, some six, some eight, some ten. The walls are all a boring shade of gray and the tiles on the floor are black. Adorning the walls there are pictures. You cannot quite tell what they are from where you are standing, but you presume they are of graduates, teachers, alumni, or evil villains. Possibly all of the above. You make a note to look closer later.
While you see an elevated level that is presumably meant for a teacher's table, there are simply more tales scattered up there. Instead of sitting at one table all together, the teachers have spread around the room, only one or two sitting at a table together. You are confused, but figure you will be told the reason soon enough.
Following the lead of the older students, you walk to the buffet. First, you take a large tray. Then, you take silverware, a plate, a napkin, and a cup. You move behind the person in front of you, selecting the food you want and placing it on your plate. At the end of the line, there is a soda fountain from which you select your drink and place it in your cup. When you are finished, you pick up your tray and find a table to sit at. Seeing that no one, not even the teachers, are eating, you do the same. You sit there, wondering how much longer it will be until you can eat, as your stomach is rumbling. While you wait, you examine the table. On the other end, there is a small golden plack that stands out on the black surface. You have no clue what tree the wood came from to make that shade, and you are not quite sure you want to know.
Thankfully, it is only a few minutes later that the entire student body has filed in and taken a tray and sat down. With a mild shock, you realize that not everyone is human. Others have sat at your table, but you have not introduced yourself to either them or the teacher/s sitting with you. No one is talking, though, so it goes unnoticed. It seems as if you are all waiting for something. As soon as everyone is sitting and silent, a small woman from one of the tables stands up. You can tell just by looking at her that she has poise and balance. She is undoubtedly a fighter of some skill. You hadn't noticed at first, but her skin has a slightly greenish tint to it. She is wearing her long read hair in a tight french braid that ends well-below her waist. She is barely five foot four inches and looks barely older than twenty five.
"Welcome to a new year at Bad Guys University. For those of you who are only now joining us, I am Headmistress Cera Dragoneska." You stare in shock. You cannot believe that she is anywhere old enough or good enough to be a teacher, let alone headmistress. However, as she sweeps her eyes around the room and you get a good look at her eyes, you realize that she is not someone with whom you want to mess. Everyone is silent. Not even the squeak of a chair sounds.
"For those of you who are returning students, I ask you to bear with me while I explain to the new students. I will keep it brief though," she continues. "I founded this school recently when I realized that evil villains out there are having to make do with substandard henchmen. They cannot shoot worth beans and are good for nothing at all. Because of this, they were consistantly losing to the Light side. At the time, I was apprenticing with someone who will remain unnamed. When I finished, I decided to begin this school so that evil geniuses will not have to settle for less than the best. Perhaps they will even win at some point or another.
"While here, you will learn to fight and how to think, among other things. The teachers and myself expect to be shown the same respect you will show your future general. If you think you can run this school better than I can, you are allowed to challenge me. I will even let you choose the weapon. However, when I win, you will be serving a punishment like none you have ever seen before. Then, it will be unlikely you will ever be recruited since no mastermind likes to be challenged by an underling. The so-called forces of light will never hire you because of your background. You will become a homeless, penniless beggar living off the kindess humanity shows you.
"By my skin color, you might be wondering what exactly I am. I will tell you that I am not human and that I grew up on a planet very different from this and very far away. You will eventually learn in your "Worlds, Galaxies, Universes, and Dimensions" class. I have powers you can only dream about, but I am not nearly perfect. No one yet has been able to figure it out. Around you, you might notice that there are others who don't look like you. I guarantee that no two of you are the same on the inside, if not on the outside. Get to know each other. You will be studying and with each other for years to come. If word gets to me that you are insulting another because of their species, you will wish for death.
"Now, you might be wondering why the teachers are interspersed among you. Here at BGU, we feel that professors should not be aloof from the students. This is more conducive to learning. In addition to getting to know the other students, you should become friendly with at least one or two teachers. If you have a problem you can come to any of us for help.
"With that, I welcome you again and wish you the best this year."
She sits back down and picks up her fork. The rest take this as a signal to begin eating and you do the same, wondering what is in store for you.
While you see an elevated level that is presumably meant for a teacher's table, there are simply more tales scattered up there. Instead of sitting at one table all together, the teachers have spread around the room, only one or two sitting at a table together. You are confused, but figure you will be told the reason soon enough.
Following the lead of the older students, you walk to the buffet. First, you take a large tray. Then, you take silverware, a plate, a napkin, and a cup. You move behind the person in front of you, selecting the food you want and placing it on your plate. At the end of the line, there is a soda fountain from which you select your drink and place it in your cup. When you are finished, you pick up your tray and find a table to sit at. Seeing that no one, not even the teachers, are eating, you do the same. You sit there, wondering how much longer it will be until you can eat, as your stomach is rumbling. While you wait, you examine the table. On the other end, there is a small golden plack that stands out on the black surface. You have no clue what tree the wood came from to make that shade, and you are not quite sure you want to know.
Thankfully, it is only a few minutes later that the entire student body has filed in and taken a tray and sat down. With a mild shock, you realize that not everyone is human. Others have sat at your table, but you have not introduced yourself to either them or the teacher/s sitting with you. No one is talking, though, so it goes unnoticed. It seems as if you are all waiting for something. As soon as everyone is sitting and silent, a small woman from one of the tables stands up. You can tell just by looking at her that she has poise and balance. She is undoubtedly a fighter of some skill. You hadn't noticed at first, but her skin has a slightly greenish tint to it. She is wearing her long read hair in a tight french braid that ends well-below her waist. She is barely five foot four inches and looks barely older than twenty five.
"Welcome to a new year at Bad Guys University. For those of you who are only now joining us, I am Headmistress Cera Dragoneska." You stare in shock. You cannot believe that she is anywhere old enough or good enough to be a teacher, let alone headmistress. However, as she sweeps her eyes around the room and you get a good look at her eyes, you realize that she is not someone with whom you want to mess. Everyone is silent. Not even the squeak of a chair sounds.
"For those of you who are returning students, I ask you to bear with me while I explain to the new students. I will keep it brief though," she continues. "I founded this school recently when I realized that evil villains out there are having to make do with substandard henchmen. They cannot shoot worth beans and are good for nothing at all. Because of this, they were consistantly losing to the Light side. At the time, I was apprenticing with someone who will remain unnamed. When I finished, I decided to begin this school so that evil geniuses will not have to settle for less than the best. Perhaps they will even win at some point or another.
"While here, you will learn to fight and how to think, among other things. The teachers and myself expect to be shown the same respect you will show your future general. If you think you can run this school better than I can, you are allowed to challenge me. I will even let you choose the weapon. However, when I win, you will be serving a punishment like none you have ever seen before. Then, it will be unlikely you will ever be recruited since no mastermind likes to be challenged by an underling. The so-called forces of light will never hire you because of your background. You will become a homeless, penniless beggar living off the kindess humanity shows you.
"By my skin color, you might be wondering what exactly I am. I will tell you that I am not human and that I grew up on a planet very different from this and very far away. You will eventually learn in your "Worlds, Galaxies, Universes, and Dimensions" class. I have powers you can only dream about, but I am not nearly perfect. No one yet has been able to figure it out. Around you, you might notice that there are others who don't look like you. I guarantee that no two of you are the same on the inside, if not on the outside. Get to know each other. You will be studying and with each other for years to come. If word gets to me that you are insulting another because of their species, you will wish for death.
"Now, you might be wondering why the teachers are interspersed among you. Here at BGU, we feel that professors should not be aloof from the students. This is more conducive to learning. In addition to getting to know the other students, you should become friendly with at least one or two teachers. If you have a problem you can come to any of us for help.
"With that, I welcome you again and wish you the best this year."
She sits back down and picks up her fork. The rest take this as a signal to begin eating and you do the same, wondering what is in store for you.