Correspondence Scholarship, Class Five [Tuesday Morning, July 8]

[theexdisgracedacademic]

 This week’s trouble didn’t begin until after entering the classroom. But even as students approached the domed room, a sudden and striking sight at the precipice inspired the requisite amount of natural foreboding.

 

A blazing sigil upon your usual classroom door. To look upon it was to know that things was wrong now. But who could say what? Who could put a digit on a crisis? Not you. But a factor in your vicinity was offputtingly odd. 

 

Your classroom had a normal look about it. But why such hush from surrounding pupils? You could still talk aloud, right? But not without difficulty. Your instructor stood avant, gripping podium with both claws.

 

 

“You saw our door?” Angry words through tight lips and flashing fangs. “A Law is now functioning in our classroom.”

 

 

Chalk in hand, a diagram was drawn on this board.

 

“A, B, C, D,” your instructor’s hand shook, and a fifth symbol was nothing but a scrawl.

 

With a hiss, chalk hit floor. “It is taboo! An awful prohibition upon our writing and talking!” Palms hit podium. “STILL, CLASS WILL CARRY ONWARD.”

 

“At your stations, you will all find small vials and a writing tool. This is violant ink.” A sigh of comfort: two words vital to this class’s curriculum also would carry on.

 

“Violant is a shortcut to notability. It’s a flashy trick, though a formal artisan should work grandly without it. Think on italics, or bold fonts. Should all words show as bold, this would simply harm its impact.”

 

“Thus: you will try this ink. Your vials may only hold a small amount. Limit your utility. Thin it down as you dip it. Scratch most words in a dissimilar ink. Vary your trials.” Going for that front door, your instructor brought additional round optics atop long sinus. “But look out: Too much violant will burn into your mind, dwindling down to only a brain which cannot think of anything but that information. No risk of smoky conflagration if scripting in good ol’ British! But do NOT mind-sully your copains, s’il vous plaît.”

 

Ah. Whipping out that trusty gaulois. This door difficulty was holding your instructor’s focus. As pupils try out violant ink, difficult work occurs on that door. It is a tricky sigil, and two hours pass in mum workmanship. It burns away additional nib-work, and hands too if both approach too nigh.

 

Occasionally, soft complaining would waft across your classroom. All originating from your instructor.

"Soon. I will again lay hands onto that odious myotis…that nyctophilic cr- monst-“ Hissing turns to snarling- “that THING! It will gift a thousand sorry-s by that hour of my talion!”

 

Many not so softly.

 

Toward conclusion of your class, this placid air cracks in an…

 

…explosion. 

 

Embers, enormous eruptions ejecting erratically. Exhaust evaporates, Ex-Disgraced Educator’s eyebrows elevated; exasperated expression evolving exceptional enmity.

 

Utterly enraged, The Ex-Disgraced Academic shrieked: "The Eejit Aerofauna implanted three fail-safes?! Ever extremely excessive! The excess, indeed, the overplenitude regarding appending MORE instances re: the frequent-est English letter! The miscreant!”

 

Forearms flexing beneath tattered sleeves, they grabbed the singed door, wrenching leftward. There the starkest splintering, then the entire panel ripped free.

 

They chucked the porte twenty feet outside, then stomped behind it. 

 

“SESSION ADJOURNED!” They yelled, departing.

Comments

Sign In

[theexdisgracedacademic]

Collapsy, if you would.

Re: Sign In

[theanachronistictailor]

Bag in hand, an Anachronistic Tailor has found a now-familiar classroom with a discomfort that is going to haunt this individual for a duration of class. Such an individual signs in and finds a chair in a row that is not first or third.

This is going to be a trial of will, isn't it?

Prior to Class

[theexdisgracedacademic]

Did your pupil intuit today's flaw? Oration and script both lack a particular glyph. Is alarm abundant? Do cool minds triumph?

Re: Prior to Class

[theanachronistictailor]

Our Tailor had found a way to class in good spirits, if worn down. But on arrival, a door with a startling symbol was found, and this individual had also found a discomfort growing on looking long at it. It was a Wrong Thing.

To know what was wrong would call for actual clarity in a vocabulary still lacking. Stomach sinking, a first young mind would cross a doorway, catch sight of livid instructor, and sit with growing worry.

What bad luck... this pupil (not that Pupil) was hoping to ask for additional books for transcription... Not now, sadly.


(ooc: I truly don't know how long I can do this bit. but who turns down a difficult bit?? not May.)

Re: Prior to Class

[ticktopis_observatorium]

Our Polymorphic Tutor walks into classroom not far from a Mycologist (who could think of a pair coming bound?), thinking about sign-up limitations.

"What could that symbol imply? An imposition or part of a play?"

Noticing involuntary wordplay flowing from unassuming lips, additional asks rush to mind.

"I wouldn't say that on my own volition if a way to avoid it had I found. Did my hand slip at the halt of fast, not noticing a soft narcotic? Is indulging on witty works of art the origin of such malady?"

Re: Prior to Class

[stygean]

With no light spirits, Larix, giving in to his situation, sat down and did his best to not allow his discomfort to show. It didn’t fully work.

Re: Prior to Class

[the_dye_stained_socialite]

Thursday was of a linguistic mind. This difficulty fit into his inclination as did all of the class's instructions, if only with significantly annoying mood.

His mind was at work to untwist what was wrong about today's door-brand.

With tool and kit, Thursday took, in turn, anything a word could portray, and put it down on his form.

Monday. Tu-. W-. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday.

Odd.

Tailor. T-. Prof-. Mycologist. Mav-. D-. Pawn. Sci-.

Sphinx of Black Quartz Judg-.

Hm.

My Vow?

Ah. "What? Why? A ban on..."

W*ll. H* couldn't say what th* ban was on, now could h*?

"Fuck," was still p*rmitt*d at l*ast.

Re: Prior to Class

[themorbidsocialite]

On a limping limb, the Morbid Brahmin took a chair and took stock of his co-class-compatriots in mutual confusion. What, pray say, was going on? Thoughts combing through knowhow failing to stand at a cliff of communication. A lot was Wrong in this room of studying and our Mortuary Doctor could find no solution. His tool of ink found surfacing on a part of wood pulp and making symbols only bit by bit.

'M-' Mori writ. 'Doctor M- tomori Malodr- Why???'

A hand found scruff on his chin, working it with worry. Again, a try, stopping only as writing hand shook.

'Th- quick, brown fox jumps ov-r th- lazy dog.' A lining assign from writing profs in class in past days. And our Morbid Pupil scoffs with frustration. A gall! A faint! A ploy! How horrid!

His hand runs down his ocular orbs, down nostril, and finding halt across mouth, scowling. His stoat Tula, pallid as marbling work, found climbing atop hat, looks to lay anxiously as said hat is sat at wood surfacing.

(OOC: Yeah, I can't keep doing this bit, it took me nearly an hour to write just this. It was fun while it lasted, tho!)

Re: Prior to Class

[theliedpiper]

Classmates chattered around, voices starting and stopping somewhat abruptly as they tried to parse whatever strangeness was going on today. On a normal day, Piper would have been eager to jump into the discussion. As it was, they counted themself lucky to have an excuse not to bother. Certain sounds wouldn't come out, right?

...Okay, despite everything, they were a little curious. They wouldn't be in this situation if they weren't too curious for their own good, after all.

Based on the sounds (or lack thereof), and the letters missing from the sign in sheet, a certain vowel was missing. But was that the only thing that had changed? Correspondence wasn't just a language of sounds. It was about meanings.

They shook their head. It didn't matter that much; the professor would figure out. They decided to distract themself with different sounds. Kazooing would be too loud, but they hummed at a polite volume and tried to work on a composition...

"Oh, damn it," they realized, choking on a note between D and F.

Re: Prior to Class

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

When Maven and Devil walked up to the classroom, their eyes were immediately drawn to the symbol on the door.

"What is this?" Maven asked, looking at the symbol.

Devil squinted at it, "... What in th-" He winced, grabbing at his throat.

Maven turned to him, "What is it, ar-" she then was also wincing as she found herself physically unable to say what she was going to say.

Devil led her away from the classroom door briefly, and once the oppressive feeling left them he said, "What the fuck was that?!"

"Some restriction in communication, I guess," Maven was rubbing her throat, looking at Devil, "Do you not recognize the symbol?"

"Look, I know I've said this a lot this class, but that was the weirdest shit yet," Devil said, pointing in the direction they just came, "I saw something about restricting or whatever, but it was... I don't know, I don't know how to explain it." He was once again running into the problem of, despite knowing the correspondence, having difficulty explaining and expounding on the finer details of it. Fuck, he thought he was having a breakthrough after that thing with the grid....

"Hm..." Maven looked back in that direction, a thoughtful look on her face. She then walked back to the door, with the Devil trailing behind her. She stared at the symbol.

"... A... B... C..."

"What ar-" he couldn't complete the question.

"... D... ... ... ..." No matter how she opened her mouth, she couldn't continue. She looked at Devil, "Fifth symbol, in... human communication." She didn't like to phrase it that way, as English was certainly not the only language humans used, but it got the point across quickly.

Devil stared at her blankly, slowly realizing what she meant, "Wait... so w- th- ar- ARGH FUCK!!!!! THIS SUCKS!!!!"

Maven sighed, "... Nothing for it, just... stand it." A poor substitute for endure, but it'll do.

They came in, dealt with the sign-in sheet, and found their usual seats. Devil kept glancing back at the door as they did.

Colloquium

[theexdisgracedacademic]

A grounds for your dismay now palpably plain, your instructor talks.

Re: Colloquium

[theanachronistictailor]

Terrible timing was going to haunt a Tailor for class, this was understood. With an unhappy grimace, the student took the time to slip on the goggles, and then, following the lecture but before the instructor could begin their attack on an unwelcome symbol, they found their opening.

"Pardon, instructor," was said slowly, "I was wanting to obtain an additional book? Or two, if... that's alright?"

They did not apologize although the urge was there. It was important for their work, and the Emissary had said last week the supplies were nigh unlimited.

Re: Colloquium

[ticktopis_observatorium]

Morbid and Polymorphic individuals cross this classroom's boundary just so not a word from today's colloquium is lost, thanks to a plan cut short. Claiming usual desk, this Tutor's passion is at front about using violant ink. A social kind of trial will push our Tutor's final work forwards, so any word today is drunk as our world's most vital liquid at a long, dry and sandy spot.

As this particular pupil starts said activity, also will point an ocular orb towards any fight our instructor has with a particular aggravating addition to this classroom. Much to absorb from a titanic clash, if from a safe position.

Activity

[theexdisgracedacademic]

Writing with violant ink. Your first opportunity to do so? Or has your scholar firsthand insight and history with this fluid?

Answ: Activity

[tolpen]

This is not our Kitty's first go with anything violant, and low probability it is his last go, too. First, ocular shading, cutting down on harm to his mind.
Now, writing tool and ink.

Scratch scratch... Our Tutor's back is facing class, isn't it? Good. Good...

A quick hand folds this card into an aircraft with wings. With a fluid throw it soon sails through thin air, ignorant of gravity.

Catch it. Unfold it. Study it.

Thin, shaky sigils ask what is obvious:
Who dost thou think is winning the phallus-gauging championship?

((OOC: To Inquiring souls: < span style='color:#[colour hexadecimal code here] ;' >violantly pink ink < /span >, no spacing.))

Re: Activity

[the_brash_devil]

For the moment, the Brash Devil ignored the activity. He walked over to the door, watching the Academic work. He was squinting at the symbol, as if trying to figure out a puzzle.

"Is it a mix?"

Re: Activity

[themorbidsocialite]

The Morbid Socialite, faced with inspiration, sparingly used the violant to emphasize specific words as well as parts of combined words to further encourage complex definition and understanding.

'A particuration of lingual dialiction.'
'Writascribing thought through illusidacting word combination.'
'Communiv-'
'St-'

Perhaps this version of practice wasn't as well thought out as the Socialite wanted to think. He saved the thought for later and proceeded with simple lines with marginally emphasized word usage.

'Practicing allows for fluid motion of ink to papyrus.'
'Unity of thought and word, producing sound communication and truthful diction.'
'Focus on our work by only imbibing minimal amounts of ink through brass nib.'

Re: Activity

[ticktopis_observatorium]

A Tutor got to work on a small trial of violant ink's inspiration on minds. Thus short plain groups of words will vary in which ways a mind can grasp its signification, if dissimilar words hold said ink. So, to start on short plain groups of words:

"Think 1 thing you [Correspondence Symbol for Love/Like]:"

"Think 1 thing you [Correspondence Symbol for Love/Like]:"

"Think 1 thing you [Correspondence Symbol for Love/Like]:"

"Think 1 thing you [Correspondence Symbol for Love/Like]:"

"Think 1 thing you [Correspondence Symbol for Love/Like]:"

"Think 1 thing you [Correspondence Symbol for Love/Like]:"

At conclusion of all groups of words a blank is found, for writing a submission for said Tutor to analyze. Including an arrow from up to down trailing all violant words to form a fully violant group of words, with its own submission blank.

A copy was writ for all class-individuals to fill.

After Research

[theexdisgracedacademic]

Easily completed? We've each avoided the forbidden letter! Does the change aggravate anyone, seeing E return bearing eager teeth?

(The Academic has broken The Law, and everyone is free to use E now. The Academic has been hit with the consequences of removing the sigil, and now cannot say any words that don’t include the letter E. If you’d like a challenge, then your character can also have gotten hit with this. Perhaps they were passing by too closely when the explosion went off.)

Re: After Research

[the_dye_stained_socialite]

Cat-killingly curious, Thursday took an opportunity to walk towards today's irritant. A Law which burns. A Law which a particular fashion-forward cat-hybrid was aiming to undo.

It was as good a way to study as any. Practical applications, wasn't it? Goggles firm, anticipating what may occur, analyzing and noting.

Then the explosion, while the little revolutionary shielded their eyes.

"Eugh!" they exclaimed.

Mother-fucker!

Re: After Research

[the_brash_devil]

Fortunately, by the time the explosion happened, The Brash Devil had gone back to his seat to do the assignment for this week, so was not hit with the backlash.

He also remembered last week, when the Professor seemed to have questions while they were exchanging notes. The Professor had to reschedule that talk for this week, so the Devil hung around for that.

Re: After Research

[themorbidsocialite]

The Morbid Socialite, having noticed the progress being made on the door towards the end of class, drew closer to witness. Perhaps to learn how such a sigil was resolved, perhaps simply to watch a master of the craft at work.

As if on the flip of a coin, when the explosion went off, the Socialite shielded their eyes, only just within the blast radius. Noting no harm, he put down his arms and found he could finally think of the word 'the'. A smile stretched across his lips and he clapped but once in the ecstacy of another's success.

"Wonderful! Excellent efforts are made clear! Well done... Emissary..."

The Socialite paused, smile falling, brow furrowed. It creased ever more at the realization, drawing the former mortician to stare into blank space in horrified, disdainful silence.

A quiet claim, almost a warning, though it couldn't be sure if the Socialite was engaging in hyperbole or not:

"Considering murder."

Re: After Research

[tolpen]

Entirely exhausted he mutters: "Excuse me."

The Advocate then exits stage left. 'Stage left' being the obliterated passageway. He's gone speedily, leaving behind the paper planes persistently hovering under the ceiling.

“Collateral damage indeed,” he exhales between the busted doorframe, tiptoeing behind the agitated Emissiary & the Brazen Devil.

OOC

[theexdisgracedacademic]

Eagerly expecting the cherished letter? Well, ‘E arrives here.



Someone has sabotaged the classroom, and until The Academic breaks it toward the end of class, the letter “E” can neither be spoken nor written within the boundaries of the room and hallway outside. Voices crack, hands cramp up, it's a nasty little temporary Law.

Speaking in a language that doesn't utilize the Latin-script alphabet will allow your character to pronounce the set of sounds commonly ascribed to "E."

If you try to replace the glyph by speaking any number of these Romance or Germanic languages in an accent or using a placeholder symbol (such as adding an accent aigu or grave), you will be stopped.

If you’d like to try a challenge, you can also excise it from your own prose, but you don’t have to.

Re: OOC

[ticktopis_observatorium]

You are a monster! (Affectionate). You've decided to make us play with language and are doing so in every possible way. Congratulations!