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Opening Ceremony!
Who: Everybody!
What: Opening Ceremony! Say hi to all your new friends! It's a meet 'n' greet!
When: OPENING DAY!
Where: Just inside the Academic Building
Warnings: None yet. Yet.
[In a wide open hall with banners and a various sundry of celebratory items, the headmaster's rousing speech begins to come to a close.]
In short, you all are here to save our world! There is a threat out there that we must face, but we cannot face it alone. [His demeanor is pleasant, but thinly veiled. His stress is evident in his words, but he is attempting to stay cheerful.] We must do our best to watch over our friends and family and neighbors, no matter who they may be.
We are all responsible for one another. [He lets the silence hang for a moment before letting off and overly cheerful--] HaHa! [Was that a bit forced? Or was it just me?]
Well, guys, it’s time for me t’go, got lotsa stuff to take care of bein’ headmaster and all. But please, get to know one another, go check out classes, and find out where you live on campus! [He gestures to various sections of the room, all labeled with bright colored papers and text.]
I’ll see y’around!
[And with that, the headmaster is off!No, seriously. Watch him go, he’s movin’ fast for such a short guy.]
((OOC: WELCOMING CEREMONY LOG! Feel free to create starters here and tag everyone! Don’t be shy. :) You can use prose or action text, whichever you’re more comfortable with.))
What: Opening Ceremony! Say hi to all your new friends! It's a meet 'n' greet!
When: OPENING DAY!
Where: Just inside the Academic Building
Warnings: None yet. Yet.
[In a wide open hall with banners and a various sundry of celebratory items, the headmaster's rousing speech begins to come to a close.]
In short, you all are here to save our world! There is a threat out there that we must face, but we cannot face it alone. [His demeanor is pleasant, but thinly veiled. His stress is evident in his words, but he is attempting to stay cheerful.] We must do our best to watch over our friends and family and neighbors, no matter who they may be.
We are all responsible for one another. [He lets the silence hang for a moment before letting off and overly cheerful--] HaHa! [Was that a bit forced? Or was it just me?]
Well, guys, it’s time for me t’go, got lotsa stuff to take care of bein’ headmaster and all. But please, get to know one another, go check out classes, and find out where you live on campus! [He gestures to various sections of the room, all labeled with bright colored papers and text.]
I’ll see y’around!
[And with that, the headmaster is off!
((OOC: WELCOMING CEREMONY LOG! Feel free to create starters here and tag everyone! Don’t be shy. :) You can use prose or action text, whichever you’re more comfortable with.))
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Still, he has to ask, and pops up from the other side of one of the booths rather abruptly to do it: ]
So are you like, the Easter Raccoon, ooooor....?
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He turns to Jack, raising a brow. He can guess by the lack of uniform that he isn’t one for authority. Wonderful.]
I’m not a raccoon. I am a red panda.
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Which of course only means that he's not going to admit he actually knows what a red panda is. He leans on the table, folding his arms and resting his chin on top of them. ]
Are you sure? I thought pandas were...bigger. And rounder. And look, you even have a fuzzy little raccoon tail, with the stripes and all...you're totally a raccoon in denial.
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But at this age, he can recognize when someone is trying to rile him up for the sake of his reaction.]
Was there a reason you needed my attention? Because I do, in fact, have some work I need to get back to.
[He unfurls the papers he's been holding, the topmost being the unfilled paperwork for his Kung Fu class.]
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Uh, no. Not particularly.
[ But being nosy, he peers over the table at Shifu's paper and catches the words Kung Fu. ]
...You're the guy who's doing the Kung Fu class.
[ WELP. And he is in it. Awesome. ]
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Not to mention the sweet sense of revenge in taking the spark out of a prankster.]
I am. And I'm guessing that you signed up for it?
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I...might remember doing something like that, yeah.
[ Whistling casually. ]
But no promises. I'm only saying I might have. I could be remembering wrong, and actually be in Home Ec or something.
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Oh, what a shame if that were the case. People of your age tend to handle the physical challenge fairly well..
[Or they die trying. It's unsaid, but certainly felt.]
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Um, yeah, funny story about that - people of my age are also usually dead. So, haha, I'm not sure how to take that.
[ He shrugs. 317 and counting. Yep. ]
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How old are you?
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Just a couple of decades over three hundred, give or take a few years.
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Is this entire relationship going to be founded on one-upping each other?Jack's answer successfully throws him for a loop. Shifu's ears fall back as he stares.]Three hundred?
[He's just a small fraction of that age! He can barely imagine what such a long life must be like.. But even Oogway lived to be a healthy 1,000.
He shakes the thought and looks back up, a little more scrutinizing.]
I'm.. guessing it's something to do with magic, then?
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'Course it's magic. I never heard of anybody living that long without it.
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Ten centuries? People don't - live that long. Not normal people, anyway.
[ He's seen enough of them die to know. ]
How?
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He was the one who developed Kung Fu. Hundreds of years ago, he mastered the secrets of inner harmony and focus. He lived a life of peace and kindness.. [A soft, heartfelt chuckle escapes him. No sadness or mourning, only fondness.]
I personally believe that he reached his age by sheer force of will.
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Uh-huh. Sounds a little far-fetched, but then, who am I to disbelieve that a guy lived a thousand years on guts alone?
[ Seriously 300-year-old frost spirit resurrected by the Moon he really can't be talking. ]