Pink Poogle Toy Forum

[Oh, yes, almost forgot. We're all in the same class, so that makes it easier to communicate and socialize. The students of the same year are divided into several classes. Each class of students have the same lessons together. We're all in 1B. If you don't like the class, then do wait till the next term exam which allows you to switch classes according to your grades and you can rise to the higher 1A class, or descend to 1C/D/lower. It's your choice. I hope this school system is easy to understand. If you have any questions, kindly PM me. =) ]

A Miwenian quickly ran to Nerevar's aid, and did a quick check to his condition. Assuming that it was Kenji and Raiu who brought the unconscious boy out, she turned to them, and said, 'Thank goodness you brought him out quickly. He's not that injured, and all he needs is some rest...'

Her words trailed off, as she stared at the half-destroyed building. Goodness knows how many other people were trapped inside. What if they were stuck under pieces of the ceiling, unable to move? What if their ribs or bones were crushed during the tremor, making every attempt to move a painful challenge?

She turned back to Kenji, unsure of how to begin. This was a dangerous favor to begin with, and it didn't seem like anyone would be willing to go back into the building, when it risked collapsing on them.

'If it's...not too much, could you go in and try to bring out as much people as possible? I know you just got out, and probably are not looking forward to go back in, but...' she hoped for a positive answer.



Elily found herself staring at a Miwenian who was crouched down at an unconscious boy whom two students have brought out. She'd gladly help, but then she was only a Sterian, a magic user. For a long time, she had longed to learn some white magic, even if it was only the basics. Small healing spells were certainly useful. Sadly, Miwenians usually kept to themselves, and the art of healing was never leaked out to any non-Miwenians. Her thoughts were interrupted when Eliwood approached her. He was asking if he could be of any help to them.

Elily felt some relief wash over her. They were not alone in this after all! There was someone else who was willing to help.

'Yes, Eliwood, I do know you. You're in my class, right? Well, Reyie and I were wondering if we should go in and help the trapped people inside. I guess we should. Coming?' she asked. True, she probably was useless at healing anyone, but the least she could do was to help bring out the trapped people inside. Reyie nodded.

'Yeah, let's go,' he said, before breaking into a run towards the building. Elily gestured to Eliwood to follow, then hurried along, trying to catch up.

A Miwenian girl promptly made her way toward Kenji, quickly taking his prior position at Nerevar’s side. He rose, hands instinctively falling to their respective pockets, while he watched her insure the boy had not sustained any serious injury. It was quite clear his condition was nothing grave as the girl’s previous concern was rinsed away by a vivid relief. The boy was okay, however what of the individuals that were not fortunate enough to escape the building, let alone unscathed. Kenji’s eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze back toward the buffeted school.

“Thank goodness you brought him out quickly. He's not that injured, and all he needs is some rest…” The girl assured while the tethered endings of her sentence unwound. A brief still seeped to be, soon passing, its cease greeted with the selfless query from the Miwenian. Kenji nodded in response.

“I certainly will.” He stated before running back into the broken inners of the building.

Shutting her eyes tightly for a brief moment and squeezing onto the handle of the flare for comfort, Chessa pressed herself up against the wall near the door, watching the semi-crumpled ceiling and making sure nothing big was going to fall on her if she started into the mess.

Taking a deep breath, she moved in. Picking her way through the debris, she picked up tables and moved them aside, searching for signs of trapped students. The room was oddly quiet and quite dark. Most of the lights on the ceiling had broken and now the only thing they emitted was a few sparks here and there.

It wasn't long before Chessa spotted a foot sticking out from under a table whose legs had been smashed beneath it and he top had been partly cracked down the middle. Carefully, Chessa moved the table away to reveal a boy about her age laying there unconcious. Chessa intook breath sharply. She'd seen that boy before. In fact, he was in several of her classes. Holding her breath, she knelt down and took his wrist to feel for a pulse. Thank goddess. She thought when she felt one. It was slow, but it was there.

Getting up, she had to face her next challenge. The boy was at least her size, if not larger. Pulling him up was going to be some feat. And once she'd done that, how was she supposed to get him out of there?

(Sorry it's cut short, but I've got to go.)

[In case there are any problems still - I am not reading too closely as I am in a rush at the moment - then I think they really arose from a great deal of confusion and misunderstanding. The last few pages are not entirely clear as we are each a little out of tune with one another.

I am sure that after we reach a certain point where we all understand precisely where we are, who role plays as who and what our characters are like, it will be a much smoother role play with less mistakes.

I would suggest that we, or Glass, arrange an event, a place or a time where we can all reach at same posting time and keep together from there on, instead of being scattered everywhere in both place and time. I'm sorry for not posting an actual role play part but as I said, I'm rushing this. Much love.]

(Yeah,Lillers got a point. Maybe we can all go outside or something,since school definately won't restart until the rubble is clear. Then again *startes at evil teachers* maybe not )

(Are we allowed to make additional characters? Or is it just you?I also gotta rush.Meh, Later)

(it would be a problem for all of us to go outside since i am unconscious right now >_>)

(Sorry if the >_> sign kinda made me seem like I was saying "duh" or something)

(Get some miwenians to help you out. And I tend to thind of that like i would dry. -.-)

[Well then, Nunaamre, a Miwenian is tending to your character right now, maybe it's time to wake up from unconsciousness?]

[I think everyone should head back into the dining hall, under the reason of trying to carry out as many people as possible.]

Slowly Nerevar woke up from the unconscious state. At first his vision was fuzzy but it slowly got better. When he remembered what had happened, he suddenly shot out questions. "Is everyone safe? Who got me out here? Are there still people inside?" Without waiting for any answers he rushed back into the cafeteria and started pulling pieces of rubble away. After he had moved a particuarly large one he saw a foot sticking out. (hehehe wicked witch of the east pun) He quickly used a small blast of air to move some of the rubble out of the way. And quickly picked up the poor Plonian and rested him on his shoulders, and ran back out to the Miwenians. While he was putting the boy down the miwenians told him to calm down and wait with everyone else, because if he kept running all the time he would over exert himself and collapse. He reluctantly agreed and waited among the remains of the crowd.

[Dranzer: Well, right now, I don't think we should have any more characters, not until this role-play settles down quite a bit. I'll announce it in the first post of the role-play when I think it's time for some new characters, regardless of whether it's main or side.]

[Mrow?]

When it seemed the ground would shake no more, Jolene ventured to open her tightly shut eyes - but very slowly. At last they were back to their proper size and shape, although the expression was no less wary. Deciding that it really was quite safe now, she twitched her toes and fingers to make sure they were in working order. This being confirmed, she raised her head inch by inch off the ground. That was when she realised something hurt, rather.

Putting a dirty hand up to the pain, she drew it back to find some blood on her fingers. She paled and glanced behind her. There were some people lying straggled on the floor and although they might be injured, there was no visible sign of bleeding from any of them. Putting the other hand to her head, she knew it was her own injury.

On further inspection, she found it was not a large one - only a slightly deep cut on the back of her head. She vaguly remembered her head clunking against the table edge when she had fallen, which was most likely when it had been cut. Remembering that head wounds always bled profusely anyway, she decided she would yet live.

There were many others who were beginning to get up. Quite a number were rushing out of the cafeteria for the safety of the great outdoors. Now that the danger was passed, Jolene did not think it made a big difference where one was. She cast her eyes to the ceiling. On second thoughts, this ceiling had been damaged. Whoever it was that had cast that shield - it was a fine shield, she admired - was probably not capable of keeping it up forever. The best thing would be to help some of the hurt and injured students out.

A girl nearby was kneeling beside a large, unconcious boy. It seemed she had had the same thought as Jolene had to aid those who needed it. When the teachers came it might help, but until then they had to fend for themselves. The thought struck the redhead that this was all rather exciting, all the more so because of the danger. For some reason, she did not think of the possibility of there being a dead student somewhere.

Unable to help herself, she broke into a wreath of smiles. She was glad to be alive and in the midst of what she regarded as 'an adventure'. "Hie there!" she called to the girl and strode over to her. Kneeling down in the dirt, Jolene smiled. "Need some help in getting this one out?"

[She is talking to Chessa, in case I didn't make that clear.]

[Mrow! ^_^ ]

[*pokes* This is a little dead. Where did everyone else go?]

Elily ran after Reyie, into the building. The boulder that was previously blocking the way, had been moved by the frantic students, so the duo had no problem getting into the dining hall. Running inside, she crashed into Reyie who suddenly stopped.

'Ow! Why did you-' her words wre cut short when she saw why Reyie had so abruptly stopped. The place...was a mess. Part of the roof had crashed in, and there was a towering pile of rubble in the middle of the huge dining room. Tables and chairs were overturned, and some of them were destroyed completely beyond repair. Several Miwenians had rushed in, along with other volunteers, were tending to the untrapped students who were lying about, injured. A few students had passed out on the floor, but it was evident they would be okay.

'Oh...no...' she murmured slowly. There could be people underneath that mountain of steel and stone. She started to run towards the pile but was suddenly jerked back by Reyie, who then jumped some distance back, pulling Elily. A chunk of the already loose roof had broke off and crashed onto a nearby table, crushing it. That was close. Thanking Reyie, then inviting him to check out the big pile of rubble in the middle of the room, they both made their way to it.

'I suppose we'll have to start somewhere,' he said, shrugging. Reyie slid out his sword and began hacking at the mess, the sharp blade slicing through the crumpled steel. Elily helped by moving the smaller and lighter pieces of the roof. Somehow she could feel there was someone down there, maybe even more than one.

((I've been watching, just waiting for some of the confusion to subside. ))

Zin-Kylan stood up from her tree a few minutes later and headed back to the dining hall. She decided she could help a bit, even if she couldn't help incredibly much. Reaching the hall, she noticed the damage was terrible. She didn't see any people, but she was sure some may have been buried under the rubble. She began to dig through it, dirtying ((did I spell that right?)) her dress.

(Mrow? )

(I've been on redemption trying to level up my assasin. Sorry for being late!)

Amia rushed to the dining hall, stopping only once to gaze at how much damage had been delivered.

This will take forever to clean out. I just hope it wasn't like that incident back home...

She looked around, wondering where all the injured were.

"If you want to help, you can either dig or heal."Said a voice behind her."The injured were dragged to the infimary, but its too small to handle so many people. There might be some in dorm rooms."

"Thanks"Amia quickly said, not waiting for a response. If the infirmary was full, the injury count might be really high, which would mean that they would need every healer they could spare.

[/i] I just hope my brother is ok....

(Ya, her brother started 2 years before her, just to let you know.)

((Mroooowo. ))

She slid past a section of the fallen roof - so far she couldn't see anyone. Chessa had moved off in the opposite direction, and Iris hoped she was okay, as she hadn't seemed the adventurous or self-sure sort of person. Nice though.


Her thoughts continued on this sort of track, and she occasionally stopped to cough and wave the dust laden air out of her face. She kept calling out, but no-one answered and she couldn't see anything. Putting both hands firmly under a piece of debris, she hauled it up with a snort. Nothing. As she carefully lowered the piece of roof backdown, she felt the vibration of something snapping further down. With an almighty crash it seemed blackness fell from everyside and her flare spun from her hand and out into the darkness.


(oooh.)