[physical education 101]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: transfer students
When: July 1̷̝̤̳̙̫̭̻̝͓̄̇̾̀̕͝9̸̙̱̹͍̮̈́́̀̅͛̐̔̋ 20
Where: the. . . gymnasium?
What: an ice breaker
Warnings: moderate physical injury (not debilitating), psychological horror (absolutely debilitating)

[The school is empty. The school is quiet. The only sound that cuts through the silence is the soft ticking of the hallway clocks that mark the passing of each second.]

[. . .]

[At least. . . until a stiff breeze whips through the classrooms, scattering dirty papers and jerking the curtains aside. The clock strikes 6:00 a.m.]

[The school bell chimes.]

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Comments

[inexorableiron]

[Don't swat his spiders, he'll jump and try to swat your giant hand spider]

Oh, dude. Where is it?

[gamboler]

It's —

[ After a moment, his hand drops away. ]

...Just a trick of the light, I suppose.

[inexorableiron]

Doubt it. But whatever, dude. You want to go sit?

[gamboler]

That...might be wise. Join me, will you?

[inexorableiron]

Yeah, sure. I got you if ya need it.

[His IS a big shoulder to lean on... anywsy this is now the cool kids section of bleachers. Or it could be, if they were less doll-ridden]

We got our shit kicked in, dude. And there's tons of other people here outta fucking nowhere who did too.

[gamboler]

[ Why are there so many dolls here...never mind. Once they're seated, he's distinctly looking at the doll-less ceiling. ]

It seems we weren't the only ones put through that little...experiment. If you can call it that...

[inexorableiron]

What else could ya call it? Looks like some of 'em actually managed to find shit, too.

[If he closes his eyes the dolls can't find him, right?]

Really fucking sucks to get ass blasted with no explanation.

[gamboler]

[ Torture is what it felt like, but he's none too eager to dwell on that. ]

No explanation yet. There must be answers for this somewhere in this school. This game has only just begun.

[inexorableiron]

Man... Are we supposed to fucking... do school? Again?

[gamboler]

Now, is that really such a bad thing?

[inexorableiron]

Dude.

I don't fit in these desks too good, dude.

[gamboler]

...Why did you even ask for my name if you're just going to keep calling me "dude"?

[inexorableiron]

Dude's just a part of speech, dude. You're Garnet. I know everybody.

[gamboler]

[ A part of speech.......you know what, never mind. ]

Why "Magus", by the way? I wanted to ask before, but — you know.

[inexorableiron]

Shit went down fast, yeah.

I mean, it's obvious to me, but I get it. A magus is somebody who uses magic to like, augment their weapon strikes. Basically I can hit real fuckin' hard with a blade and channel a spell in the same blow.

[gamboler]

That's not something you're able to still do, though, is it? It seems our abilities might have been considered too powerful for their little game.

[inexorableiron]

That explains somethin' about these bastards, dude. But I still know how to kick ass on my own.

[He cracks his scarred up knuckles to prove a point!!!]

I mean, come on now, dude. You don't have any freakin' garnets on you either. It's a fuckin' stopgap.

[gamboler]

[ Despite himself, a snort of laughter. ]

Oh, well spotted. The game's over, so there's nothing to stop us from sharing our names now...but better safe than sorry, as they say.

[inexorableiron]

Hey, c'mon dude. Look at me. I know all kinds of shit! You like the shinies, it's cool.

But there's one way you're real wrong, man. Like that you don't just fuckin' ignore a warning like that.

[gamboler]

Who said I'm going to ignore it? Even I'm not that reckless.

[inexorableiron]

Yeah, dude. You didn't strike me that way.