rp, anyone?
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Thread Topic: rp, anyone?
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I'll start
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Jaime woke up for school that day feeling horribly groggy, as if he hadn't fallen asleep the night before. He remembered having a strange dream as well. It was vague in his memory, but he remembered short flashes from it. There had been a fiery woman with a whip of flame and burning hot iron. She had a voice that could shake the strongest of buildings to the ground and twisted one's insides in fear and dread.
Jaime sat there for a moment. His mind was drawing a blank on what happened next. Then he suddenly got a grip on his memory. The woman had flicked her whip towards him, and it wrapped around his wrist. She had said some words, but Jaime couldn't remember what they were.
He tried to remember more, but it was no use. He decided not to dwell on it. Jaime stood up out of his bed, but as he did so, he noticed something black on the pale skin of his left arm. He held it in front of him, and saw a deep black mark on his left wrist. It was detailed and mesmerizing, flowing and curving in an intricate manner.
Except he didn't remember the mark ever being out there. He tried rubbing it off, but the friction did absolutely nothing. He rushed into the bathroom and tried scrubbing it, but all that did was make the skin around the mark red. It was permanent.
Jaime's parents were going to be livid. They were okay with him getting a tattoo, but only once he was eighteen. And they weren't going to believe that this permanent mark had just appeared out of nowhere.
He went back into his room, grabbed his clothes, and got dressed. Warm, since it was wintertime. He put on a jacket, but just for good measure he put a leather bracelet on as well. He wasn't very fond of jewelry, but his aunt hadn't known that and had given it to him as a gift.
And with that, he walked downstairs, hoping that no one would see anything. -
"F---ing b----." Koshi swore, stepping out from a shadow filled alley. She couldn't believe this year. Her wings had been clipped, and now some lady demom had her on a leash. She was standing on the sidewalk of a side street, with houses lining up the block.
"Just for some lousy wings" The woman swore, kicking at the ground. She had been given devil wings, however she had to hide them all because she was in this stupid realm. Taking a step forward, and breathing in the air, a biker had run her foot over with their bike.
Rage bubbled in Koshi, but she began breathing rapidly and slowly calming down. She had a mission, and that was to check on some dweeb. Closing her eyes, the Mark became visible.
In one of the houses, the black mark called out to the Angel. Though the demon taght her how to do this, she gave no credit. Instead, stepping back into the shadows, waiting for the boy. -
Jaime sat down for breakfast, letting himself get immersed in the smell of bacon and blueberry muffins. He watched his little sister bounded down the stairs with a smile.
"We get a snow day!" she said excitedly, her red curls bouncing. Despite also being a teenager, she being fourteen while he was seventeen, she acted like a three year old.
"Wait, do we?" Jaime looked at his dad and then his mom.
"No," their mom said. "And before you ask, yes, we did double check."
After breakfast, Jaime told his parents he felt like walking to school. So he put his coat on, grabbed his backpack, and headed out the door, his shoes crunching on the freshly fallen snow as he headed in the direction of his school. -
"Possibly, it's best to hide in plain sight. Perhaps his.. school... will allow me further insight" Koshi thought aloud, peering to the large building the boy headed for.
She could outpace him, no problem. But subtly is key, so she took out a small tome from her pocket. In it contained mostly angel spells, however it had some demon spells and even a few ancient earth ones. Flipping quickly, Koshi found the page and began reading the spell in her head.
To roughly translate, this spell allows me to forge legal documents any way I wish. And this was allegedly used last March 4th, 1829. Well, thank you Mr. Jackson
In a storage room, a strange orange light begun illuminating a cabinet. Having seen a weird light, one of the teachers enters the room and looks bewildered. What was that? He began to look around, but ultimately found nothing unusual and proceeded back to the hall. School was due to start soon and he wasn't wasting any time -
(Sorry for the late response)
Jaime eventually reached the school. After getting himself all situated for the day, he made his way to his first class of the day: history. His best friend Helen would be there too. It was a subject they both found genuinely interesting.
Soon he was sitting down in class waiting for the teacher to come in and begin. -
A tall bald man walked in to the room, watching every student like a hawk. Clearing his throat, the man began "As you may or may not know, I am your principal Mr. Toriyama. I would like to introduce your new teacher, Ms..."
"Shisun" A lady with crimson hair and a black business suit barked, walking in with a briefcase "I am your new English teacher. I will not tolerate foolishness, and I will help you all as best as I can." Her eyes for a second met with one of the students, before wandering off.
"So, you all have a good day" Mr. Toriyama stated, closing the classroom door after some more intimidation tactics. -
Jaime and Helen looked at each other in confusion. What had happened to Mr. Whimsy? It was a few weeks to winter break, wouldn't they usually wait until the next semester to change teachers out? Unless Mr. Whimsy had done something really horrible, but knowing the calm man that wasn't very likely.
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"Mr. Whim-say died in a car accident" the woman coldly said, purposefully mispronouncing his name "There will be a service held for him. Now, who can tell me where the english language originated?"
Koshi hated this. Teaching, all these snot-nosed humans, possibly there was a reason she was cast down. No matter, she can barely stand the one she must watch. However, she could at least teach them properly about something. Humans were always so wrong -
The class sat there, absolutely stunned. Mr. Whimsy was dead? The kind, calm man who always made class so interesting and always was there for his students?
Jaime hesitantly raised his hand to answer, knowing the new teacher wouldn't be sated with silence, and was able to tell she had quite a temper. -
They'll probably say something stupid like Germany. Do I give a stupid answer?
As she pondered this, a student raised his hand.
"Yes, you in the back. I hope you have a worthwhile answer." Nodding to Jaime, Ms. Kushin narrowed her eyes and focused her attention -
Jaime lowered his hand when she called on him. He didn't like having to have class when the entire school's favorite teacher was gone. But this new teacher was mean, and was likely going to make everyone feel worse than they already did by screaming at them for not paying attention. So, he felt the need to answer her question to keep everyone else protected from her wrath.
"Where isn't as good of a question as with whom," Jaime said. "The language developed in England, of course, otherwise the language wouldn't be called English. The Angles, Jutes, and Saxons came from northern Germany and southern Scandinavia to Britain after the Romans withdrew from there. Over time their language was influenced by Latin, left over from the Romans, and the various Celtic languages they encountered, which formed what we know of as Old English. Then the Normans invaded, and as they intermarried with the Anglo-Saxons, the Norman French, which also had some Old Nordic influences, mixed with this Germanic-Italic-Brittonic, probably not Goidelic, considering how far north they were, language and became Middle English.
During the next three to four hundred years, there wasn't really a standard. You could go 50 miles from one town and everyone spoke so radically different from what you were used to it would almost be as foreign as another language. I don't even know how the rulers of the time managed to communicate with the people, I've been meaning to try and find that out.
Then as civilization grew larger and communities started talking with one another, there was the Great Vowel Shift, which lasted for about three hundred years. Even though the vowel shift ended in about the 1700s, Early Modern English started in the 15 or 1600s. It's all approximations because it was such a large transition period, as well as it being a transition, it's hard to say where everything starts and ends."
(You picked a subject I've done extensive research on in the past lol I did my best to summarize it into three paragraphs.) -
(jeez i was just gonna do a quick search for mythical or religious explanations but that's such a good answer i wasnt prepared for)
Shocked, the teacher nodded her head. Though she didn't show it, she never expected a mortal to have such extensive knowledge.
"So let us talk about the origin. Humans barking at one another until forming what we consider cohesive words. All sorts of languages were created, and even today there's dozens of popular english variations. Dialect and culture are a huge part in any language.
Leading into your homework. Next week Thursday i want you all to have learned 10 phrases from a unique english variant, from modern american english all the way to anglo-saxon. More points for more creativity, and of course the normal grading rubric will apply." -
The class nodded in acknowledgement, but didn't say a word, writing down what the assignment was lest they forget. No one felt like talking, not to mention that they were afraid that if they did their new teacher would become horribly mad.
Eventually class ended, and all the kids halfheartedly packed their things and left. Not halfheartedly because they didn't want to leave the classroom, quite the contrary. They had just lost all motivation to do even the simplest of things from this class. -
"What the f--- is up with these children?" Sighing, she packed up her briefcase "No matter, I'm only here for the one. Speaking of-"
Cutting herself off, Koshi looked around before spreading large wings from her back. With a single flap, she was propelled outside, flying high above the town. The fallen angel closed her eyes, quickly spotting the glowing black aura emitting from the mark.
Okay, what's he doing? I can't see exactly from up here, but I hope there's no demons looking for him. I know some who were particularly salty about 'not getting the job' so to speak.'
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