01 [ACTION | OPEN | DATE CHANGED]

[lanterne_light]

[Tonight, on a beautiful spring evening, a new student steps onto the Academy campus... a very unique looking new student.
He appears to be a Creole young man, dressed in raggy, old patched-up clothes, with messy red hair and a small goatee... and antennas. Yes, antennas, much like an insect's. Also curiously, aside from his small suitcase, he's

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[protectmemaria]

[Frollo halts on his way back from his evening walk and turns abruptly. He's not sure he's heard such a bastardization of his native tongue in all his life.]

Can I help you?

[lanterne_light]

[Ray turns and notices Frollo, immediately approaching him]

Well 'owdy dere, monsieur!
Dun supposed ya happen ta be'a teacha 'ere?

[He's trying to be polite, really!]

[protectmemaria]

Ah... yes. I am. Minister Claude Frollo, professor of law. [Someone's getting a look of great disdain right now, and his name is YOU.]

[lanterne_light]

[Ray notices Frollo's scowl, and looks back at him apprehensively]

Ah 'appen ta be a new student.
Ev'rytin' alrigh'?

[t1ghtly_w0und]

[Initially his attention was caught by the bright light of the lamp, but the young man's raggedy appearance and indirect direction made Cogsworth realize that he was a new student. He'd have noticed someone who looked like this earlier..]

Excuse me, young man, do you need some help?

[lanterne_light]

[While initially puzzled at where this voice was coming from, he soon enough looks down, notices the talking clock, and kneels down a bit to get closer]

Well look'it dat!

[t1ghtly_w0und]

Hm? ..Ah, yes, me.. I suppose I should introduce myself! I am Cogsworth, I teach English at the Academy.

[lanterne_light]

Ah talkin' clock teaches English? Mais, ain't dis place full'a sa'prises!
Nice ta meet ya, Cap, mah name's Raymond, but ev'rybody call me Ray~

[nisenosonzai]

[Mera had been walking between his last class to his dorm. Though, hearing the Creole French made him stop in his tracks; curious. Then he saw... the antennas. Strange person not yet in the uniform, gaping at their surroundings in awe. Common sense says-]

I take it you're new here.

[lanterne_light]

[Ray notices Mera and approaches him curiously, mostly eying his gray hair]

Ya guessed righ'!
'Ey brah, ah t'ink ya agin' early...

[nisenosonzai]

[Silver hair, man. Silver. His dad's the one with gray hair. That said, great way to start this acquaintanceship.]

It's Mera; and I was 'born' like this, thanks.

[lanterne_light]

Well 'owdy dere Mera, ya can call me Ray.
Really, dat au-nautrale? Well ain't dat sumfin'!

[tiatiatiatiatia]

...You from th'Bayou or somethin'?

[Lottie knew a new face when she saw it.

Well, that and she knew no one in the school dressed like that.

[lanterne_light]

[Well hey, someone else from New Orleans it sounds like! Ray can't help but approach Charlotte excitedly]

Ah sure ah'm, Chere!
An' ah take'it ya also from New-Oh-Leens~?

[tiatiatiatiatia]

[Country bumpkin; that sure explained the clothing!]

Th'Garden District, t'be exact. [Rich bitch, what?]

[lanterne_light]

Go ta bed!! Only tha richest people aroun' live dere! Ya must got one cushy life den, prolly got a big ol' house wit' servants an' cooks an' ev'ry'tin'~!

[action /French]

[fearthefool]

What is that accent?

[Action]

[lanterne_light]

Why s'Cajun, brah!

[Action]

[fearthefool]

Sounds like French.

[Action]

[lanterne_light]

Well we Cajuns come from da Creole French, brah!