𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰

[ataraxic]

Premise You arrive here in a few ways; you may have somehow heard of this place and are here to explore or you somehow woke up in one of the school showers under cold water. Yikes. In any case, you are now within university grounds and housed within this daunting Gothic architecture Eventually, you'll be greeted by the headmistress. She introduces herself as Francette Silvergale and she is quite friendly (and her presence may give you a headache. Odd). "Welcome to Silvergale University. You may have heard of our prestigious center of education. Thinking of investigating the premise have you? Well, well... How about enrolling as a student or a teacher? Oh? Did you find yourself in our showers without your clothes? Don’t worry, we have school uniforms to accommodate you. Hm, no I don't think can give you a good answer about how you got here. If you have any questions, you may ask our security guard, Sage Hunter. It may be hard to spot her, but she’ll pop out eventually. Maybe. For now, just enjoy yourself. Explore to your heart’s content and just know you’re free to leave anytime you want. But I don’t blame you if you feel as if you need to stick around. We could always use new staff and students." ♛♛♛ "Silvergale University" is an open panfandom sandbox RP post for players to roleplay in a Dark Academia flavored setting. It is designed to be a flexible setting with flavors of horror, fantasy, romance, and SOL. You can tailor it any way you wish. The university and its layout appear to be at the whim of Headmistress Silvergale after all. There are normal human(?) students from middle school to university age that attend classes and teachers who dispense their knowledge to them. They all live on campus and seem to take the new visitors/students/faculty (you) in stride. Tragedy, comedy, and everyday academic life persists even when the walls of this school harbor too many anomalies, horrors, and inconsistencies. Here is additional information about the setting and the main NPCs who are most notable. This post will have actual prompts that can be used at your leisure! Otherwise, feel free to write up your own scenario and locations within the presented setting. ♛ Prompts ♛ ➢ You wake up in a cold shower. There are clothes on the chair next to you, some kind of uniform just for you. ➢ You’re lost in a forest and come upon a large university campus. ➢ There’s something in the basement. There's something in the lake. It's ALWAYS something. ➢ There are shadows on the wall. It isn’t yours. ➢ Why is part of the campus burnt? Among the students, there are rumors of a Burnt Man who wants to lay his hands on unwilling victims so that they suffer from burning flesh as well... ➢ Come to the classroom, try not to go crazy from the projector slides with subliminal messages and images on them. ➢ Did your reflection in the mirror just wink at you? ➢ Welcome to the grand library! There are all sorts of books on every subject imaginable. Just don't anger the librarian, Grégoire Renaud. You don't want to face him. ➢ There’s a large sunflower field outside of the campus. The flowers seem to watch you. If you go into the flower field, be careful of what’s inside, it might chase you. ➢ Wanna get more lost? There’s a maze. There may or may not be rabid monster wolves. ➢ There’s a ballroom and you may see ghosts dancing around you. Basic Guidlines ➢ In the subject line, put your character name and the canon they're from. ➢ If you have a permissions post, it's recommended you link it in your starter thread. ➢ Be kind and courteous to one another. Use common sense, the Golden Rule, etc. Use Content and Trigger warnings as needed. ➢ If stuff gets mildly NSFW or something just mark your threads and we'll be good to go! ➢ Call it Fate, Call it Karma...

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[diedol]

[ here's the truth: Liz hates basements.

(it's cold it's dark it's scary it's lonely why are you punishing me why did you lock me in here what did i do wrong, it wasn't my fault, it wasn't my fault, it wasn't my fault—)

ask her to retrace her footsteps, to tell you when and how she ended up here, and she won't be able to explain— just that someone called her a very bad girl, and that she felt an insurmountable wave of drowsiness, and that she woke up here, curled on her side on a stone floor, brushing dust off her face and hair.

and there's something else here with her. someone?

either way—

—she panics. ]

G, get away from me, you pig! Go away, how dare you, how dare you...! [ ("it's not my fault, it's not my fault, no one ever told me that i couldn't, no one ever told me i was bad—") ] Why am I here?! It's cold, it's gross, someone get me a light...!

[oren]

[Now it's rare for Oren to be without his witchy charge. But unlike some people, he had entered the university of his own volition in order to understand its layout and if its nature is similar to that of the Grind's. Truthfully, it was Berna who had told him that the force behind this place of learning was... troubling.

He had gone down to the basement after getting permission from the headmistress who seemed to care less. A bit sus, but ok.

And thus, Liz is met with the sight of a tall dark-haired man, staring down at her with little expression in his eyes and no reaction to being called a 'pig.' That's kind of a new one, believe it or not. ]

Calm down.

[He's monotone, but calm.]

... Prisoner? Are you one?

[diedol]

[ first of all, how dare this pig look down at her; second of all, how dare he not look more excited to be addressed as her pig; and third of all, how dare he actually be kind of good-looking... the absolute gall.

Liz would be more angry about all of this, absolutely livid, if not for her fear. still trembling, her tail whipping from side to side like a warning whip, she snaps her teeth at the stranger. ]

Prisoner?! I'll cut your tongue out for speaking to me that way, you...! You...!

[ her heels scramble on stone. she's struggling to sit up. ] D, don't look at me like that, either! Turn three times and bark before you even think of speaking to me!

[oren]

That's a 'no' then.

[You know, as wild and outgoing as Berna and Iona were, they were certainly never one to resort to... Words. And he can't help but look down at her, she's so short compared to him.

The golem takes note of her appearance. Aside from the pink hair and her poofy dress, the horns and tail do stick out. Of course, he'll pointedly ignore her command to bark like some kind of dog. Instead, he just blinks at her and tilts his head.]

There's a way out. Let's go.

[Bless his crystalline heart. He even (stiffly) offers her a hand.]

If scared, hold on.

[In truth, he's seeing her as a scared (feral) child so in that regard, he can't be too offended.]

[diedol]

[ she is, in fact, Short. dainty and slight, with her lacquered horns and tail to offset her general appearance of delicate frailty. something beastly under all her attempts to be cute and lovable.

Oren isn't wrong, though. she is scared, despite the puff of her cheeks in obstinate fury. a droplet of water falls from the musty basement ceiling, and she scrambles to get up on her feet and away from that wet patch.

of course, she ignores Oren's hand with an exaggerated huff. ]

You better watch that mouth of yours— that's no way to talk to an idol and a lady, you third-rate excuse for a stalker fan. I bet you're the one that brought me here in the first place...!

[ she tries to flounce past Oren, towards the direction of...

...stairs? actually, she has no idea where she's going. she hates it, thanks!! ] Where did you hide the door, you pervert!?

[oren]

I don't know who you are.

[He puts down his hand and just watches her stomp off in an unknown direction.]

We're in a basement. In a school.

There's a way out.

[A beat before he continues dully.]

I'll leave without you. Obviously not wanted.

[And so he smoothly makes his way past her, what a swell guy you are Oren!!]

[scriptwriter]

[He had been hearing rumors about a university with supernatural happenings afoot, so Kotarou felt that he had to investigate. It would've been worth making an blog entry about for the Occult Club. The moment that he stepped foot in here, Kotarou felt a strange tingle from the back of his neck. The headmistress had given him a weird vibe as well. Something was definitely up around here... The real question would be if his clubmates would be able to believe him this time!

Hearing noises in the basement, Kotarou felt drawn to looking down there for anything strange like a ghost or spirit that couldn't pass on. Truthfully, Kotarou was afraid of ghosts... But he couldn't turn his back if someone was in trouble. Alive or dead.]

Hey! Is anyone down here? Uh... If you're a ghost, I'd rather not be haunted for once. Let's just be friends, okay?

[Summoning his Aurora Claws around his right hand, Liz would get the light that she was looking for. It was a multi-colored light that shone over her as he approached.]

Huh? A girl... in cosplay? Don't tell me that I stumbled onto the headmistress' perverted dungeon.

[diedol]

[ tucked in the corner of the vast basement room, Liz peers up once she sees someone approaching with a light... but even that momentary moment of hope extinguishes quickly, once she registers the words coming out of this stranger's mouth. ]

C... cosplay?!

[ long tail thrashing, she edges closer to the wall. clearly Very Offended. ]

Wh... what kind of tactless pig are you?! I should pull out those eyes, if they're so useless that they can't tell a real, bona-fide idol apart from a knockoff cosplay...!

[ Priorities. except, well, it's all posturing in favor of her fear; concentrate too hard on where she is, and she knows she'll start to panic even more. ]

[scriptwriter]

Wait-- Is that tail real? You aren't seriously a dragon girl, are you?!

[But she said that she was an 'idol' first of all. Kotarou knew his idols from watching TV shows, live shows and online, but this was the first time that he's ever met one in person and in a basement of all places to be. Did he attract another weirdo into his life? At the same time, dragons were cool in his book...

But he hoped that she wouldn't start breathing fire in his general direction. Comparing this to a RPG situation, he felt that she'd be the heroine for an escort mission.]

Uh, okay then... Miss bona-fide idol. Do you have a stage name that you go by or anything?