I'm bored, and this was supposed to be an example for the Royal Student Council s, I think I'll just.. Put it here too. Then I don't lose it on my Amino, and to keep track of roleplays I do. I dunno how to make posts private even though I've been here for a while. Am I stupid? Yes.
So... Don't mind this and go on with your day. :)
(p l e a s e)
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The grymmnasium was a large space in the heart of the school. The rafters were too low to be a library, and the place was simply out of use as a dance studio-- but it worked well enough for a school meeting ground. It has been used for years, and was quite famous, too. Many of the students enjoyed racing to sit at the spot where the famous Apple White and Raven Queen sat years ago. Weird? Probably.
The meeting was packed with a sea of bodies as usual, but most kept quiet and listened rather than chattering away. Still, echoes of a hundred conversations sounded off from the ancient walls.
The ceiling was made up of many wooden beams with hanging, purple-and-red colored curtains.
Heaster Grimm moved from group to group, shaking hands and accepting pats on the back before heading off behind the main curtain to the backstage.
The buzz died down as the Royal Student Council ascended the stairs to the upper left of the stage.
The lights dimmed as the curtain raised, and a spotlight fell upon the foursome.
The treasurer of the council stepped forward to the
microphone as the rest took their seats.
The Backstage Fairies turned the lights down, illuminating her figure on the stage, and especially sending attention onto her long, white and silver hair.
Azura Clemence, the treasurer of the Royal Student Council, squinted and lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding spotlight as she looked out to the rows and rows of waiting students.
She cleared her throat, mimicking the Heaster's usual greetings as her emerald eyes fell to briefly read the papers she was holding before setting them down, and looking up again to speak.
"Welcome, students of Ever After," she began, her voice coming clear through the mic. "We're glad to see you tonight, as we have many important announcements to make.
Of course, we will begin on the agenda of the annual Dance Competition approaching forward this November, but I would like to address two other important matters in order to get them out of the way before we begin."
"Oh no..." she heard one of the book-ball jocks grumble to himself.
"Please pay attention, as it is of the utmost importance," Azura continued, "the first of these matters is the recent discovery of a... Problem with a group of students."
The room fell silent, as rumors had been flying around school for weeks about who and what was being discussed.
"The staff of this school acknowledges the mysterious disappearance of the Storybook of Legends," Azura said. "Although it was a replacement for the original, it still is a treasured part of our school's history and traditions.
Therefore, I assure you that we will do everything in its power to discover the meaning of this incident, and we will not stop until the culprits are found and justice is served."
From the line of teachers standing nearby at one of the corners of the stage, a distraught cry was heard, and Azura briefly turned her head to see a distressed teacher burying her face into one of her hands as Professor Poppa Bear held her other to comfort the poor woman.
Azura frowned and turned back with a stronger tone growing in her voice.
"I realize the lingering anxiety among many, even after years and years of safety with the changes of Legacy Day. I remind you, no one in this world of Ever After should be worried of disappearing from existence, since this fear was debunked eight years ago by the famous you-know-who-- for it has been confirmed that The Readers from above are satisfied either way as long as our stories are told."
"What about the Storybook?" a female interviewer from Azura's lower left called, who was standing on her toes to reach her microphone high enough for Azura to notice.
"We still do not know what has happened to the Storybook, or who took it," she answered, "but rest assured, we will find out. Our dear Heaster and the president of our Royal Student Council will explain what will happen on Legacy Day if the replaced Storybook of Legends does not return," Azura stated.
Conversation can be heard yet again from the ocean of fictional students.
"What about my legacy?" someone asks.
"Yes, what about my legacy?" another adds.
Azura lifted her hand again to interrupt the rising shouts.
"Moving onto matter number two--- As you all know, this February, this year's Dragon Games was canceled because of a peculiar... incident happening among the Dragon Volcanoes. It's been a...Different year," she said, pausing her sentence with a slight mutter as her expression grew even more cold-as-stone, as if she wasn't stern enough. "I can assure you that the dragons are safe, and their life rates are not by any means dropping at alarming rates. The Dragon Games should resume by next year, or if not, likely the year after that.
The problem with the Dragon Volcanoes are connected to the Heart Tree, but Her Majesty, Apple White, has ordered that no further information should be shared on this topic."
The mass, even including the Council , began to grumble at this command.
"However, I am sure that you all have other concerns. Such as-- The 12th Dancing Princess's Dancing Competition!" Azura quickly adds, with a smile finally growing on her face. "Well, you've heard me talk for long enough. Thank you. Please give a warm welcome to our Royal Student Council President, who will be the one who gives the Dance Competition announcements tonight!" Azura finished. She took her papers from the pulpit and stepped away with a curtsey to make way for the Royal Student Council president as the next young woman stepped out of the shadows and took her turn to stand under the marvelous spotlight.
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