The School For The Mostly Gifted And Possibly The Talented
Hello and welcome to my school! I’m Miwa Uchiha, the principle of this fine establish. Though call me Miwa, Mrs.Miwa makes me feel old, and we don’t want that!
Let me give you a tour of this fine place! The school is a castle, just like the school that I went to when I was little! To the north is the beach, where you can find many marine creatures in the cove! But watch out for the sea serpents, they’re nasty little bitters.
Now the rest in mostly forest, complexity safe if you know where you go! Just be wary of the wolves,dragons, unicorns (they their horns give a good wound) and other creatures that thirst for blood!
My job is to keep you alive and teach you, the staff list will put up so you can choose which classes you wish to go to! Now off you go my little students and learn!
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Aena:
As she approached Mark, she said, “Hello, Mister, Mr. Mark? Is that you? My name Aena and I am one of the teachers here. I would love to talk to you, but I have something important to do.”
Aena picked up speed and ran all the way back to the school haphazardly, She had come so far from banging her toe on everything over the decades. She had forgotten that she was no longer younger than everyone else, but at heart nothing had changed, except for some, forgettable things.
She walked through the front door and saw the amazing Master Godal.
Bismarck:
Mark walked past and noticed immediately that she wasn’t a human. The eyes were giveaways. He could make automatons too, but not like that. Instead, the only people left in front of him were Takra and Ren.
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Miwa didn’t flinch away and grinned cheekily, “I’ve been fine, I started my own family and all that jazz, he should be stopping off soon. Takra’s gotten a little better, but he’s still grumpy all the time, though that really isn’t a bad thing, he’s a good brother.” She nodded firmly as a black cat can trotting around the corner and winded between her legs, Miwa stepped back from Godal and scooped up the cat, who was Fuso. “Fuso say hello to Godal.”
Fuso responded with a nip to Godal’s hand and a fussy growl before wiggling away. Miwa set him back down and the cat seemed to huff and trot off again. “Fuso is still same old Fuso, he’s loyal though, I can’t ask for a better familiar.”
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Takra vanished from where he stood, appearing a foot behind Miwa “Well well well, the Father of Death descends from on High to mingle with the common folk.” Fixing Godal with a scarlet-eyed stare Takra continued, “Anything of importance you need from us? Attempting to run a school here.” Takra’s tone suggested that he thought Godal had failed as a headmaster, a suggestion Kurama caught on a dime Takra! That was rude and inappropriate, why are you so irritated all of a sudden?? Folding his arms, Takra leveled off his glare at Godal  Miwa is distracted too easily, we have a school to run and students to teach, unless Godal has something of absolute importance to discuss then I believe he can get the hell out of here. Kurama, not happy at all by now, turned his tone from shocked/aggravated to downright hostile Takra get it together, so Godal wanted to visit the new place it’s not exactly like anyone was in the middle of a lesson. While Miwa is here all of our students are venerable in the forest, I don’t care what she says clones can only do so much. Kurama sighed and dropped it while Takra continued to stare at Godal.
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Miwas glanced at her brother,”See, still Prince Grumpy, but he does mean well.” She stepped back from Godal and be next to her brother, at this age she was around two inches shorter then her brother but would grow to reach his height soon enough.
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Godal stood up all the way and covered his mouth giving a nasty cough. He stared at Miwa and Takra, “Young pups running a pack and the old hound will watch from distance.”
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Takra bared his canines and turned his back “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, Miwa, but we’ve left our students more or less vulnerable in a forest that you said yourself was dangerous.” His arms folded, he walked away without giving Miwa the chance to respond I can’t BELIEVE Miwa dragged me into this! Watching a clutch of mere children run around and not listen to a thing we say! We need to get lessons started pronto I should think, instead of letting them wander around in a dark forest with two machines for company. Kurama, listen to Takra vent and rant, decided to add his two cents Q and Aena are more than capable by now I should think, but if you’re so worried why don’t you dash out there? Takra rolled his eyes as if the answer were obvious I’m here to teach as Miwa asked me to, in any event she’s the principal of this place and the real one in charge here, if our students get killed be it on her head, I’ll not pick up her SLACK! He continued walking down the hallway, kicking Fuso if the cat crossed his path before slipping into the library, where he disappeared among the many shelves.
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Miwa rolled her eyes, the forest honesty really wasn’t that dangerous, she just didn’t want students to mill in to it at night when they where suppose to be asleep. So she vanishes once more, replacing her clone and her clone going to Godal. She make a note of the students and where they where before deciding upon herself to talk, “Let’s head back to the school where we can gather up and find rooms for everyone, also take a little tour of it.” She then waited for agreement.
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Takra,”Yeah, yeah, kick the cat you stuffy egg head.” He huffed and trotted away. -
Godal laughed, Â “After what I put you through Takra.. those kids are fine. If students are here that means they are willing to learn and learning doesn’t mean holding there hand.”
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A circle of black flames erupted from the ground, and a young teenager in black robes arose from a kneeling position, as if he were praying. Straightening out and stretching slightly, he stifled a yawn and conjured a small glass of water, taking a swig as he walked around. Entering a library, he smiled at a familiar face. “Takra! How long has it been, a year? Two?”
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From his perch atop a bookshelf, Felix got himself comfortable, watching the ensuing conversation, he had little else to do having found nothing to capture his attention since he had wandered into the building “such is the life of a stray I suppose” he mumbled to himself as he summoned a cup of tea and sipped casually upon it
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Takra snapped to attention “I beg your pardon? Don’t recognize you.” absently messing with a scrap of cloth that had come off his cloak, Takra fixed the guy with an interested look, raising an eyebrow.
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Whoo guys, let’s get this thing rolling again!))
Miwa sat in her office, it was near the entrance of the school so its easy to find, mostly because of her name carved into the door. Though loose the Uchiha and add Principle in front of Miwa, thus; Principle Miwa. She sorted through a few papers, signing a few forms and marking rooms down for students.
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“Oh, please! Takra. You know me. Mars, you know, happy-go-lucky wizard? Black hole of destruction?” Mars flashed his best cheesy smile. ‘No way I got the coordinates wrong in the scroll… This is the right place, isn’t it?’ Mars thought to himself. ‘Of course it is, Takra is right here! He must be just yanking my chain. Classic Takra.’
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Takra raised an eyebrow and hopped to his feet, lithe as a cat, and studied Mars with a critical eye “So, Mars, hmmm, as in Marshall? Yes I believe so, what are you doing here, eh? Got a school to run here.” Takra checked his watch “Come to think of it, classes should be beginning soon. We’ll catch up later, Mars, I have a class to teach, see ya later.” Takra walked out of the library, down to a room on the lower levels of the school, the room is decked out with Takra’s emblem on banners on the walls while Takra started drawing on the board.
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“Hmmm… Always the busy one Takra.” Mars chuckled slightly at his unintended hypocrisy, having been gone for quite some time due to interactions with a… Witch of sorts. “Well then,” he said with a grin, looking to the upper bookshelves. “What about… you! What’s your story?” he spoke, pointing to the top of the shelf before removing a book. “All kinds of wonderful stories contained in these fantasies…” he muttered to himself. “Wouldn’t you agree, friend?”