Honestly. They weren’t angry so much as annoyed. The quest part was exciting, but being paired with the most (seemingly) incompetent person at Sir Waverley’s Institute for Gifted Individuals was an insult.
Character A is the Hermione of school, notorious smartass, and most certainly a know-it-all.
Character B is an indifferent, careless imp, neglecting class and generally causing a hubbub. They’re actually quite smart (albeit hardheaded) but couldn’t care less.
Unfortunately, these two get paired for a quest to find the missing artifact from Sir Waverley’s wisdom warehouse: The Sextant. It can take you wherever you want to go, if you know what you’re doing. It’s fallen into the right hands (of course) and its our job to retrieve it, if we don’t hang each other by our entrails first.
RULES:
cursing is welcomed
LGBTQ+ is preferred
andrews rules apply
tell me your triggers please
you may ! let me know your triggers and i’ll put up a character template the day before overmorrow!
Thank you!!!! I don't really have actual triggers myself, but I'm pretty uncomfortable with rape and extreme gore
(This looks really fun, I’m gonna stalk this lmao)
Name:
Age:
Gender/Pronouns:
Appearance:
Sexuality:
Race:
peepers:
Hair:
Face:
Body:
Height:
Typical Clothes:
Personality:
Background:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
Powers?:
Pet/Familiar?:
here's the template! do you want to be Character A or B? i would prefer to be A but you can pick
(also hi ash lmao welcome to the chaos)
of course! i will fill out my character rn
(this is my most fleshed out character and i love him)
Name: Simon Percival Andrews
Age: 17
Gender/Pronouns: it/they/he (in order of preference)
Appearance: Dark brown slightly curly hair, big grey peepers rimmed with long lashes. giraffy, about 6'1''. No facial hair or anything; thin-lipped, a Roman nose, and high cheekbones. Raspy voice due to a childhood incident (more in background), really, really pale skin; long fingers and wiry frame, round bronze see-sharpeners
Sexuality: omniromantic demisexual
Race: caucasian-japanese
peepers: grey
Hair: dark brown
Face: thin, high eyebrows, big peepers, thin lips
Body: skinny as heck
Height: 6'1
Typical Clothes: sweaters or hoodies, jeans, sometimes a skirt if it feels like it, doc marten stompy weather clompers, beanies
Personality: withdrawn and distant, but has a lightning wit and a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. extremely loyal to people he likes, but that is a rare occurance.
Background: abused as a ankle-biter, both physically and emotionally, and attempted suicide at age 13 by cutting their throat, leaving it with a permanently damaged voice box and a soft, raspy voice
Likes: spicy mandatory sustenance (like cheetos), rubber ducks, stabby sticks!, oranges, muffins
Dislikes: pickles, cheese, haircuts, eggs, people
Strengths: smart, laffy taffy, relatively agile
Weaknesses: independent to the point of fault, a social recluse
Fears: crawler octobrawlers, falling to its death, people, failure
Powers?: paralyzation by touch, possession
Pet/Familiar?: a crow named Crispin
Name: Coraline "Cory" Pewter
Age: 16
Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her
Appearance: Coraline has long ginger hair, freckled pale skin, and bright green peepers. She is fairly petite, and has a babyface, to her immense annoyance
Sexuality: Bi
Race: Caucasian
peepers: Green
Hair: Ginger, wavy, about waist length
Face: Soft and round, with freckles across her cheeks and nose
Body: Petiet and kind of scrawny. Rectangle figure
Height: About 5'2
Typical Clothes: Ripped jeans, combat stompy weather clompers, band tees, and her leather jacket
Personality: Cory is loud, cocky, dramatic, and can be easily angered. She tends to go out her own way, and does not respond very well to authority. She describes herself as "the bi punk bitch your mommy warned ya about". She is, however, actually quite sweet and loyal if she decides she likes you, and is really just awk-wonky-donky and lonely.
Background: Cory refuses to speak of her past. The best she will tell is her relationship with her parents is strained at best, and she actively avoids talking to them. She jokes she got all her arguing skills from them.
Likes: Loud music (especially 80s metal), pranks, sneaking out, skateboarding, cartoons (she thinks animation is the coolest thing), drawing (though she won't show them off), dancing (though she's bad)
Dislikes: Shouting, authority, silence, being alone
Strengths: Pretty confident, good at sneaking around, can talk (or argue) her way out of anything, pretty good in a fight
Weaknesses: Not great with people yelling at her, first response to being locked in a human containment unit is to panic, cocky, rash
Fears: Being alone/forgotten
Powers?: Pyrokinesis- She can control and conjure fire
Pet/Familiar?: A small black kitten she calls Inky
(would you like me to post the starter or do you want to)
((Could you post it, please?))
(ofc it'll be up in a few minutes)
Simon sat in class, its legs curled to their chest, meticulously scribbling notes off the board. It wasn't horrible at numbermancy, but it could definitely be better, especially in the geometrical department. Crispin sat next to it, watching the human containment unit with attentive peepers.
Sir Waverley himself threw open the wobbly flip-shutter suddenly, marching in without a word. Ms. Aspen, the numbermancy teacher fell silent.
"We've got a problem," he said, without preamble.
Simon didn't look up, continuing to write.
"The Sextant. From my wisdom warehouse. Has been stolen," he said, straightening up to his full height. SIr Waverley was a short man, but extremely burly, and commanded respect. "Today at lunch. I will be picking. Two brave souls. To go retrieve. This priceless artifact. For the benefit. Of mankind."
Sir Waverley also spoke in short snippets, a habit that grated on Simon's nerves. His voice was a flat monotone, and he was also insanely overdramatic. Simon didn't think much of this shouty spouty, but Crispin nudged its hand and they looked up for a moment, making peeper contact with SIr Waverley for a moment. It looked back down and scowled, unhappy to be interrupted.
"I hope. I can entrust. Our intrepid pupils. Here at Sir Waverley's Institue for Gifted Individuals. With this monumental task." And with that, Sir Waverley waddled out of the human containment unit.
Immediately, all of the students began chattering, hoping (Simon assumed) to be chosen for this 'monumental task' as Sir Waverley so elegantly put it.
Simon rolled its peepers, returning to the equations on their paper with disinterest.
Coraline was actually a little glad she decided to drag herself to class. It's not like she expected to get picked, far from it, but she would have hated to be out of the loop. Besides, it was exciting. The Sextant? Stolen? Sir Waverley's wonky-donky way of speaking couldn't even take from the drama!
"Class, please, settle down. I'm sure Sir Waverley will tell us more at lunch. Now. I've talked about this test for the last eight weeks, so I will be most disappointed it anyone gets below a C." Ms. Aspen picked up a sheaf of papers and began passing them around. "It's only on equations and graphing, which is the least difficult thing we've done all orbit party."
Simon frowned, but tucked its paper away and shifted in their chair, preparing itself mentally for the test. They weren't nervous; they had a perfect grade in this class, so even if it did do horrendously, it wouldn't drop its grade much.
Coraline rolled her peepers slightly. Right, this is why she had almost skipped. She never got around to studying for it. She grabbed her leady spaghetti, twirling it slightly as she waited for Ms. Aspen to pass out the test, looking down at the paper once it did reach her desk. Right, she could figure this out. It's not like it was actually impossible.
Simon wrote down the answers without showing any work, not really caring if points were taken off of its grade for it. Usually Ms. Aspen was lenient with that sort of thing. Within a few minutes, it was done, and it handed its paper to Crispin, who flew to Ms. Aspen's desk and dropped it into the basket for finished papers. Simon looked over at the red-headed girl who seemed vaguely annoyed, then looked back up at the board.
Coraline bit her lip as she worked, scribbling out a small happy little accident before continuing. She didn't have much more to do, and she started to fall into a sort of rhythm in solving the problems, making it go by a little faster. Was she doing it right? Maybe not. But it was better to turn in something done right than nothing at all, right? She shook her head slightly, refocusing on the equation so she could get it over with.
"Alright. Break is in three minutes, and then you all go to lunch. Hallelujah," Ms. Aspen said, clearly wabbit knackered. Simon lips moved in the ghost of a smile. It was only 11:20. It really did feel bad for the poor teacher. It would die if they had to teach a class full of rowdy teenagers.
Coraline finished her test, going up to put her paper in the basket before returning to her seat. She fidgeted slightly, waiting for the bell. She had forgotten about breakfast, and was ready to eat something. Besides, they were going to be hearing about the Sextant. And god, was she curious about it.
"I'm going to let everyone go early, so you can go clean up your dorms. The janitors were especially disappointed with Hall 7." Ms. Aspen looked pointedly at the boys at the front of the class. The boys didn't look particularly disappointed in themselves, but sort of jostled each other with their elbows. "Go on, then. Go clean your rooms."
Simon got up and went straight to its human containment unit, which was already perfectly clean. Crispin sat on his perch, swinging back and forth, happy to be back in his home.
Simon sat on its bed until the bell rang, then went to lunch and picked forlornly at a crunchy medley, pulling out the carrots and cabbage for Crispin.
Sir Waverley waddled his way into the cafeteria, standing at the podium in the right corner of the human containment unit. "I have chosen. Two capable students. To find. The missing Sextant. And restore it. To its rightful place." Sir Waverley cleared his throat, effectively silencing the chatter in the cafeteria. "I have chosen. Simon Andrews."
Simon stiffened, hunching over in disbelief. What? It barely heard Sir Waverley say, "And. Coraline Pewter."
They made a choking sound. Was Sir Waverley trying to make it lose its shit?
"Insulting," it muttered, returning to sort through its crunchy medley, ignoring the surrounding students' stares.
"The two students. Will be leaving. the day before overmorrow at high noon. To begin their quest."
Coraline had just sat down when the shouty spouty started, and received a lot of looks with her face full of breadystack, the remaining part she almost dropped in shock. She wasn't exactly a great student or anything. She was fairly sure Sir Waverley only knew her name from disciplinary records. And, of course, they put her with the biggest goodie goodie in the whole damn school. She shook her head slightly. What were they gonna do, keep her in line? Nah. More like annoy the heck out of her.
Simon stood up and threw the remnants of its crunchy medley away, then sat down across from Coraline and said in its raspy voice, "I'm not particularly jazzed to be working with you, but I hope we can get the Sextant back." Crispin perched on its shoulder and croaked at Coraline in a greeting.
Coraline looked up, swallowing. "I'm not exactly hyped about this either, lets just get the damn Sextant and get back." She said, looking it up and down. Did she really have to work with them? "Alright?"
