Small Talk - RPLOG
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Monday January 14, 2019=Log=
T'was just past six in the post-apocalyptic hellscape that was Fairhaven. The place of mind and body alike, where procreation ran as rampant as those deemed feral and beyond hope by the powers that be. In this kaleidoscopic nightmare of sexual fluids and burning passions, what little reason remained was slowly, but surely, making its advance. Reclaiming the future however lied with the generations to come, extended lifespans or not. Those born into this perverted shade of past civilization knew not the joys of childhood, rather are given the reigns of a fully-grown adult body in an unfathomably short span of time.
More often than not, where the flesh leads, the mind will follow, but today four kind souls would hope to secure at least some information, scraps perhaps even, from the souce deemed most unlikely. "Here we are!" Magnus would announce as he gestures towards the large gateway leading into the Fairhaven Municipal School. Here, where young minds are given a chance to develop at least somewhat naturally. "I have a short bit of time reserved for us come the final period in lecture hall A-115. Which iiiiiisss... that one." his finger rises to sharply point towards one of the doors.
As they neared, the sounds of rambunctious young mutants is clearly audible, eager to end their daily lessons such that they might return to what the youthful did best. "Alright, I'll stand out here, you folks just go in, and listen to the teacher. Your job? Just take a youngling or two and conduct a short questionnaire. We are interested in their experiences growing up, if you will. What they felt, what kind of changes they underwent, how their memories came about, what it's like through their eyes." He'd then glance towards Khaybat, recalling she was mute. "Uhhh, I am not sure how you will handle this Khay, but to behave?"
Borneo had decided to arrive in a rather large form as a labrador in the nude barring a bowtie at his neck, thought somewhat surprised himself he turned out to be the largest amongst the group of adults, resolving to stay on all fours until he was able to find a seat to sit in. Raising a forepaw, he asks with a pleasantly soft voice, "Can I handle three if I gave myself three heads? Just curious."
Khaybat is already here! Cause she just loves following Magnus around like a puppy. Which is a lot more funny when she's actually in one of her canine forms. The yerf's tail swishes behind her as she waits for the others to arrive, excitedly waving from one side to the other.
Kyu may usually spend her time in hospitals, manning emergency rooms and tending to less severe patients when no one's been horribly mauled and nearly killed. But hearing about this opportunity to go do something making use of her people skills instead of her healing skills brought her here! As such, she arrives, clutching a clipboard to her flat chest and wearing a doctors jacket that seems to give off the scent of rut to those that can recognize it... It's totally just the jacket though. Definitely. Though as she walks there is an awkward wobble to her, and she's hardly the fastest walker. She'd take note of the instructions, rather literally as she moves the clipboard from her chest, and nod. "Sounds easy enough! I'm prepared for just about anything."
"I don't know, Borneo." Magnus snickers "This isn't my forte, but you've been around for longer than I. Just do what seems best for you. You'll be fine, you're loads of fun." He'd then direct his attention to Kyuketsuki. "Excellent! Remember, we're here for only a little while. You are representing the greater Fairhaven officials. These young minds will remember what you do and tell them, which will ultimately gain or cost the big three followers. We don't want any blunders! Now then..."
*knock knock knock* The fennec knocks thrice on the door leading into the lecture hall. Moments pass before a sweet looking husky woman opens up and smiles softly. "Are you here to see the class?" is what she asks, to which Magnus nods and flashes both his smile, and his comm unit with the arrangements made in text format on its display. Opening the door widely, the lady, gestures for everyone to enter.
Those that do will witness an expansive room, filled with mutants of roughly similar sizes, at least thirty of them in fact! Some would be scribbling in their notebooks, while others would be chatting left and right with their desk buddies. Still others in the front would look engrossed in their lesson while those at the back would literally be doing anything else than pay attention in class.
The wooden floor creaks beneath their feet as they walk in, their husky guide gesturing towards several seats placed just at the center of the chamber, before the desk, where they were in plain view of the other mutants. "Alright, everyone! Please quiet down now! Quiet! Qu-ARNOLD!" she'd suddenly bark out, very loudly in fact! "Don't make me get over there!" For a husky, this woman had a lot of force behind her voice, didn't she? Once the room had quieted down for the most part. She'd smile at the group and nod, their queue to present their cause for being here.
Immediately however, the teacher's pet seems to raise her hand and sound off, an otter girl of all things, her eyes a piercing blue and her fur a chocolate brown that were unmistakable. Dressed in her school uniform much like the rest of the class, covered by a white shirt and blue jeans, she'd direct her question at the one most standing out among them. Borneo. "You're here for the Research project, right? I have my thoughts already written down here if you-ACK!" the girl reaches back to the nape of her neck and reveals... someone had pelted her with a spitball. Despite this however, everyone looked innocent. Now... maybe someone saw who'd done it~
Borneo pads in behind Magnus while remaining on all fours, looking almost no different from a normal, generally very happy, giant dog if not for the barely visible halo over his head, as the sight of the class of thirty wells up a sense of joy that causes him to pant lightly with a lolling tongue out of excitement. The teacher's bark somewhat startles him, but while she isn't looking at the group, he makes a hilariously overexaggerated expression of surprise behind her back if only for the young'uns to have something to laugh at - which he immediately stops after a split second so that he doesn't risk her turning back to see him being goofy.
He withdraws his tongue and closes his maw shut as the attention from the otter makes his ears comically flop, whom he listens to attentively until that spitball hits her. From that moment, his expression changes from endearing to neutral as he turns his head and stares directly at the gray feline at the third row, the one lacking a notebook. "I can see you may like that girl, but never do that again in front of this many adults," he says with a slight smile of his own. "Please stand, sir. I will let the class know who you are so you can proclaim your love to that sweetheart of your's." With raise of a forepaw, he makes use of his illusion nanomagic to materialize a marker of sorts hovering over the offender, shining a bright yellow and shaped like a fleur-de-lis.
