So-Ci-Eh-T

[shark]

Here is the joint-roleplay of Shark and Imp's mighty proportions! [though it's mostly monopolized by Shark xDD] It concerns with the first 80 years after 9's fight against the Brain and trying to restore humanity. If you need me to elaborate, send me a message and I'll answer your questions. Enjoy:

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[shark]

Chapter One:

Cer-e-mo-ny


Epsilon came out of hiding, but he wasn't greeted gloriously for his amazing return. It was quite the contrary. Hecklers replaced the vacancy that would have been filled with rejoicing supporters just years before, and it was no surprise that these nit-picking spectators had come from the First Class. The majority, however, were just pessimistic onlookers from the Second Class, attempting to examine and find faults of Epsilon that they were convinced he had. Only a few humble and kind faces peppered the crowd, but they were drowned by the cancerous rage that dominated. But Epsilon knew he had a job to do, and as much as it pained him to do this, he knew he had to do it, regardless.

The old one slowly and methodically strode down the aisle, as was the ritual for an event like this. But it seems that he was the only one following tradition, for instead of the sacred and reverent silence the congregation was expected to hold, mumbles quickly trickled into the dome. All about him, undoubtedly. As the "Gift-Giver" inched higher and higher to the top podium propping up the Source, he could pick up snippets of conversations in the crowd. They ranged in intensity from "Look at his clothes! Ugh! How highly unfashionable!" from the persnickety old gossips to "Who does he think he is, showing his face here again?" flowing from a few selected Elite members. Their hate-filled glances mirrored the opinion of all the First Class. Old Epsilon could only shiver. He knew he was treading through icy waters.

He took his seat and, again, following the ritual, he motioned with two fingers to send in the couple. Doors gradually opened, and the crowd turned to glare at the other two perpetrators. Ehl-Que-Eee and his companion Ecks-Kaye-Eee awkwardly followed the aisle towards Epsilon, carrying a crudely-made doll figure in their hands.

The crowd showed the same respect they gave the "Gift-Giver," with the snide whispering, the condescending looks from the First Class and the mocking of the couples' Third Class heritage. To the Upper-Class, they were disgusting, revolting and worthless. Ehm-Eee-Eee, the first "child" of Ehl-Que-Eee and Ecks-Kaye-Eee only quietly slithered his way into the back of the crowd, following his parents' instructions. He was in as much potential danger as they were.

Epsilon gave them a weak smile when they approached. He raised both his hands to silence the crowd. Miraculously, it worked, but it didn't clear their heads of their preconceived prejudices.

"What is it that you seek of me?" He asked the couple, though it was obvious by what they were holding that a "birth" was to take place.

"Oh! Masterful Epsilon!" Ecks-Kaye-Eee praised sincerely. She bowed her head before his presence to show her respect, though the audience only scoffed at her seriousness. This simple doll was most likely one of the few citizens left who actually respected Epsilon, let alone the only one willing to show it publicly.

Ehl-Que-Eee copied his wife's example: "We ask you to muster all the power from Our Source and find it in your heart to fill life into our wanted daughter, that she may help in the cause of spreading the powerful humanity that is found within all of us."

The congregation rose an eyebrow almost in sync with one another, taken aback that the Third Class actually considered themselves to be filled with the sacred power of humanity.

"May the Originals be pleased." Ecks-Kaye-Eee concluded, and both proceeded to raise their hand-made child skin to Epsilon.

Bursts of laughter spilled into the dome with many members repeating the same joke; "The Originals are never pleased with you AND your lot, 'Dirt-Class!'" Epsilon tried in vain to stop them and a few onlookers made their way to the exit. "This is a big joke!" An older one grunted as he was the last one to depart from that group.

When things began to calm down, the Gift-Giver only gazed upon the little figure, examining it. The fabric making up her body were many pieces of scrap-cloth, all various shades of green that were sewn together to create her constitution. A thick, long ringlet of brown doll hair was cut and shaped to form her hair. And small black buttons were stitched on for her eyes, which was another trademark of the Third-Class kind. Lack of resources would result to families cutting their expenses wherever possible, even when investing in eyes. Almost every member of this poverty-ridden class would at least have one button eye with one good eye. But this girl could not even sport a good one. She had two button eyes. Epsilon's heart sank for her. He could only make one of those eyes able to see, and he also knew this would just be an added burden to the already stressed out family.

"Very well," he said at last. "But I must warn you; She'll be only able to see out of one eye. I haven't found out a way to have two buttons work properly. She'll be flawed."

"Then she will be like the rest of her kind!" One loud-mouthed Elite member shouted, and it was received by rude laughter.

Ehl-Que-Eee and Ecks-Kaye-Eee shrunk, obviously uncomfortable from being the button [hah hah] of these hurtful jokes. They secretly wished that their new daughter's birth wouldn't come with a bitter after-taste, but they had to accept the fact that reality rarely ever granted wishes. The benevolent couple only nodded in response to Epsilon. "We are aware of this." They answered quietly, facing the floor.

The Old One placed a kind, sympathetic hand on their shoulders and whispered. "I'll see what I can do." Epsilon took the lifeless doll delicately into his hands. "What is her name to be?" He asked a bit louder.

"Dee-Oh-Eee" The couple answered.

He nodded and continued with his speaking, "By the power that has traveled down from the Originals, to 9, my father, and now to me, I raise up this newborn, Dee-Oh-Eee, and seek the Originals to grant this child life!"

And immediately, on cue, the Source powered up. It's brilliant green light wheeled around the center, and everyone viewing it was in awe. It had been quite a while since they had seen the mystic and enchanting spectacle. Long ribbons of light snaked it's way into the doll skin, quickly filling her with more and more life. Silence hung over the entire dome. No amount of anger could overtake this magic unfolding. And as soon as it had started, it stopped; the light quickly vanished and the new child started to stir, but said nothing. Epsilon then dipped a small brush into a strange bottle and glazed over her button eyes with the curious mixture. As it dried, one eye began to blink. The other one didn't, much to his saddening prediction. But now the child was looking around with her working eye, completely fascinated by what she was now seeing. Her small mouth opening was forming a round shape, beholding all the sights, although she couldn't comprehend them. Yet.

Loosing the seams on her head, he cautiously touched her "brain", lightly flipping a small switch. Dee-Oh-Eee could now remember what she was seeing. She could now comprehend. A heart connected to her brain inside her chest allowed her feel what she was viewing.

Lastly, her voice. Epsilon grabbed a small "voice-box" from an old talking toy and fiddled with the pitch. When it sounded right, he attached wires and strapped it to her brain and let it rest on the inside of her throat, and the Old One closed up her scalp.

"You're name is Dee-Oh-Eee." He told her slowly.

"Dee-Oh-Eee." Came a soft, sweet voice from this newborn doll. She was beginning to make the connection.

"Kneel, child. Can you kneel for me? Go on. Try." Epsilon tenderly coaxed her. She first stood, looking at her feet, unsure what he was asking, but as her brain warmed up, she awkwardly began to bend. The audience were no longer keeping their rare silent moment and they giggled at her attempts to kneel. With help from her "father" and "mother," Dee-Oh-Eee finally kneeled before Epsilon. He smiled and placed both of his aged hands on her newborn shoulders.

"Dee-Oh-Eee, The Originals are pleased. You will accomplish much in your life that will benefit all of us.."-the audience picked up where they had left off: scoffing and shaking their heads at the absurdity of it all- "...and they tell me that you need to be strong, no matter how bleak things may look. Dee-Oh-Eee, your unique gift that the Originals see fit to bestow upon you...."

Epsilon paused. His eyes were tightly closed, as if he was in great pain. Everyone was silent, curiosity eating at their centers. What was her gift?

"You're gift... Dee-Oh-Eee...."

The people leaned even closer.

Finally, he spoke quickly, almost nervously. "Dee-Oh-Eee, you're gift is virtuoso in ways of the melodic."

Everyone's faces looked at him as if he had said something in some sort of alien language. No one knew what Epsilon had just said. In fact, not even Epsilon knew what Epsilon had just said. Melodic? Virtuoso? What the heck did that mean? Were they even words? Did he just make those up? And when everyone reached that last question, all hell broke loose.

"HOW DARE YOU!" One of the Elitemembers, by the name of Gee, boomed to Epsilon. He rose from his seat and shoved a long, claw-like finger at his direction. "Who do you think you are, making up gifts! You are a FRAUD, I tell you! This one is A FRAUD!"

It rippled through the group. "A fraud! A fraud! He's making it up!" "This is fake!" "Virtuoso! Melodic! Nothing but gibberish!" All was in uproar, the people chanted and growled. Everyone was growing louder and louder in their fury.

Epsilon only stood still, apparently this didn't faze him. All of this anger frightened Dee-Oh-Eee, though; all the sounds and rioting people caused her new heart to pulsate hard, each beat being fresh to her. But the young doll stood still, unable to move. She just stared at everyone with her good eye, afraid at what would happen. Her parents instinctively drew closer to her, trying their best to make a small shield for their vulnerable daughter. Their son quickly ran behind the crowd to the side of the dome and crouched into a ball. This family was getting more controversial by the second.

While the entire crowd continued to bicker about 'virtuoso' and 'melodic,' one small professor from the Second Class stiffly rose from where he was sitting. "Uh.. -um- .. I have.. something to -uh- say." His squeaky voice rose above the chatter.

Gee instantly turned and glared at him. "And what credibility do you posses, sir?"

The professor only sniffed, puffing out his chest a little. "I'm Professor Aye-Que, from "Oh-Ridge-On-Al Un-I-Verse-I-Ty. I know the general knowledge of -uh- all subjects available to us."

The Elite member sighed. Apparently, he had not found a way yet to dismiss such validity. "Proceed." He mumbled.

"Well, -uh- Thank you." This small, chubby professor became a little uncomfortable from all the stares and glares coming from everyone and he felt that his information would probably not be received so lightly. "Well, On the -uh- subjects of -uh- virtuoso and melodic, these words do in fact -uh- exist in the English language. Virtuoso derived from the Italian word virtuosus which would-"

"We did not ask for an encyclopedia entry, Professor!" Another elite member, named Arr, interrupted. He was really agitated that Gee's accusations of Epsilon being a fraud were dwindling. "Get on with it!"

The professor did as he was told. "Virtuoso means gifted in the musical or -uh- other artistic forms. Melodic describes anything musical. So, strictly speaking.. -uh- She will be gifted in anything musical."

He was right, the group didn't take it well. The whole dome murmured about this new piece of information. Gee and Arr looked around nervously. What the intelligent egghead said was correct, but it did not fit with their statements. So, Gee decided to bring back what comes naturally to politicians of every spectrum: downgrading the dissenting voice. "LIES!" He growled. "You're just an Epsilon-Supporter! You are obviously biased in your research!" Facing the crowd, he said "Pay no attention to this one! He doesn't offer anything relevant to us!"

The crowd hissed at the professor, obviously not wanting to be called an "Epsilon-Supporter" as well. Epsilon looked at him, deeply saddened for his grief, and the whole Eee family watched him as well, unsure what would happen next.

"N-no! Wait! You don't understand!" The professor stuttered in his defense. He also didn't want to stuck defending the debatable Gift-Giver. "Wait a minute! It's still a useless gift!"

This got everyone to stop. "What?" Arr asked.

"It's still a -uh- useless gift! We know all we need to know about -uh- music! It's useless and it does not strive a -uh- purpose for humanity! Epsilon contradicted himself! He's still a fraud!"

And the professor accomplished in deflecting the attention once again on Epsilon. Chants from the sheep-like audience rang towards him and the Eee family. "Fraud! Fraud! Fraud!" It's interesting that the information they deemed as a lie they now embrace as fact, all because it fit their agenda. Gee, Arr, and the other elite members stirred up the crowd to rise up, shout even louder, throw their seats and benches, just causing a major ruckus. Ehm-Eee-Eee fearfully fled to his parents, dodging the debris and angry mobs as he did so. Epsilon just sat down on his official seat, rubbing his temples in frustration. As all of the enraged groups piled their way out of the dome, Dee-Oh-Eee began to shake. A wet, clear liquid seeped from under her button eyes and she quietly sobbed. Her child brain could understand that all this irritation had something to do with her.

"Am I...?" She quietly began to ask. "Am I... bad?"

Ehm-Eee-Eee, without saying a word, turned to face her and gave her a very comforting hug. His lack of speech didn't retranslate the body language of love for his sister. Ehl-Que-Eee and Ecks-Kaye-Eee also gave her a hug. "No. No, 'treasured-one.'" They tried to reassure her. "People... it's just that people don't always appreciate the different."

"Don't sugar-coat it." Epsilon responded, rising from his crouched position. The family turned in surprise. "They're intolerant dolts! They're dangerous to others that even have an insignificant difference! They're arrogant! They'll eat their own young if they get angry enough! And they're..." he sighed, looking mournfully at his hands. "And they're our kin."

The four could only nod in response, for this also made them feel horrible.

Epsilon tried to manage a small smile to lighten the mood, but it didn't add much help.

"You two," he told the older couple. "... you have star quality. My only wish is that you raise your children in the old and traditional ways brought upon by my father, for they are the only ways to bring the true form of humanity back on this earth. Many of these leaders are losing sight of that. Teach them diligence and compassion for others. Teach them determination and commitment. Teach them to explore all vistas, whether they be physical or mental." He then turned to the brother and sister duo, still in each other's arms. "Teach them to never doubt what their minds and their hearts tell them to do."

Ehl-Que-Eee and Ecks-Kaye-Eee grinned weakly. "Of course." Ehl-Que-Eee promised.

The Old One gave a sincere smile, returning their calm state. He playfully ruffled Ehm-Eee-Eee's tiny strands of yarn hair and patted Dee-Oh-Eee's small, delicate head. "Who knows?" He said at last. "Perhaps these two may find a way to solve all of this."

And without another word, without another glance, Epsilon turned and made his way to the exit. He left the little Eee family to welcome their newest member, making sure that she knew there were still things wonderful and magical in her new, fresh life.

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He hadn't done this for quite a while. Epsilon was now at the Com-un-i-ca-tion Tow-er, hurriedly scribbling out his message on the large piece of paper.



"Fa-ther:

There is a new child brought to this Earth. Her name is Dee-Oh-Eee, and her gift is high-ly con-tro-vers-ial. Peo-ple think it is not need-ed and I fear for her and her fam-i-ly. Her gift is virt-u-o-so, a-ny-thing mus-i-cal. She has a tough road a-head of her.

~Ep-si-lon"




A small, orange glow from the distance caught his attention away from his message. Looking down from the large platform, he could see the light colored splotches of flamed torches. All of the onlookers and Elite members from this evening's ceremony had formed into mobs, undoubtedly looking for him. The former Gift Giver quickly folded his paper and shoved it into the large bottle with a hefty heave. Pressing the lever, the electric current released the trigger and the bottle rocketed along the wire at bullet speed.

As it zoomed away from view, Epsilon then departed to his hidden home; a hiding place if you will. Although he had many years accumulated on him, fear made his old, rigid joints glide up the mountain with amazing ease. Epsilon's sudden flee, however, deprived him of receiving the small message that arrived a short time later.

It read:



"Good.

~9."


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[shark]

Chapter Two:

First Day Of School

Senior Ef was not pleased with this new school his grandson was now attending. Granted, it was the most prestigious and updated an academy as there ever was, and the information was the most recent. It had the right accommodations for someone of First Class, wonderful perks for his grandson's obviously superior needs, even servants to keep their gifted children from overworking themselves. So what did Senior hate about all this? The fact that it was now "Multi-Class." The idea was so atrocious, it made him furiously sick with rage! The First Class didn't deserve to have to share classrooms with anyone lower then their person, especially his grandson, Efff. They didn't need the education! The Thirds were designed to work and slave for the rest of the "Chosen Class." It was not safe and it was not sanitary! To think that their children will be forced to be in the same building as the untrustworthy Second Class, who always try to become your ally only to steal the rug from under you! Those wannabes! And the poisonous Third Class! Ugh, those swine! All they need to know is that a shovel is for digging and that they'll always be the lowest class! They don't even need to become educated, so why should they start now? The Oldest of the Ef family rubbed his aching temples. Why couldn't everything just stay the way they should?

Junior had no time to contemplate his anger over this matter, for he was busy getting all the materials needed for Efff to go to this controversial school. Scurrying about, Junior attempted the motherly task of doing multiple chores at once. But he failed easily and came crashing to the floor, sending all things in his arms to scatter all around the Senior.

"Incompetent klutz!" His father hissed.

"Sorry, father." Came his usually pitiful reply.

"Why I ever created a useless lump like you, I'll never know! At least your son picked up were you quickly left off!"

Junior only nodded in painful defeat as he quietly gathered all of the fallen items. The poor creature was scared and bruised emotionally from all of this back-biting from his father. It was obvious he gave up hope trying to please him for quite some time now.

"I don't see why you're so preoccupied with all of this nonsense!" Senior continued. "This academy is highly dangerous to our way of life! It's an obvious set-up for the Second Class!"

Junior was organizing all of the books, mainly to avoid eye-contact with Senior, when he weakly put his input. "Father, you know it was commanded by Great Leader 9 to do so."

"Huh! 9. If you ask me, he should either come live here if he wants to tell us what to do, or just stay where ever the heck he is and mind his own business!"

"Father! You don't really mean that, do you?"

"...If I didn't mean it, then I wouldn't have said it, numbskull! As great a leader as 9 is, he is not omnipotent! It's obvious he doesn't know of our situation here, for then he would have not forced us to mingle with those inferiorities! Great Leader 9 should let us decide for ourselves if he can't come and rule us like a normal leader! It's dangerous to our prosperity if we let the Lower Class level with us! No! There needs to be Elite Members of Society to hold on to the wealth and the weaker links to provide the wealth for us!"

"...I'm sure that Great Leader 9 knows what he's doing."

"Huh. I think I'll be the judge of that! And I am!"

"...Well, at least it is a top-notch school. All-in-all, Efff will be getting the greatest education our land can provide for him."

"Yes, that is true. But to allow the 'Wannabe-Class' and the 'Dirt-Class' to enjoy such blessings? That's where I draw the line!"

Junior turned to look at Senior. He had quieted down a bit, so his son felt safe to cast a quick peak at his father without being snapped at. But chickening out, the thin figure returned his gaze to his books. "Well, it's not as worse as it seems to be..."

Senior grunted. He apparently didn't believe what his son was muttering.

"I did some research on each of the lower-level students attending," he continued. "And it's not very liberal. The First Class are extremely separated from Second Class. They have Security Officers and Guards to prevent that Class from rioting or inflicting harm on any First Class student. If an incident does happen, the policies this school has stated that all students from Second Class heritage be expelled permanently from this institution."

"Really?" Senior perked up gradually as he heard this piece of information. "Well, then, in that case, the Second Class lot will only stay there for half of a school day!" The Old One laughed at his own, cruel joke.

Junior eased a bit, more comfortable now that his father is laughing, and not at him for once. "And concerning Third Class," he added, "there's no worries about that either. Only two have qualified and I'm sure the administration, faculty and students will put them in their place."

Senior nodded. "And if they don't, Efff certainly will!"

The third member of the Ef Family chose that time to join his elders. He was certainly a good-looking figure; his blonde hair,consisting of short broom bristles, was cut short and stylish and he was dressed in a nice school uniform, showing off his muscular build. Efff turned and smiled at the two elders. Yeah, he was indeed handsome, especially if the First Class girls had anything to say about it.

Senior instantly transformed into an entirely new person when he faced his grandson. "Efff, my dear boy! Look at you! All noble and regal! There's that profound face of a mighty Ef! See that? That's a face of royalty, of mightiness! There are great things for you, my boy!" He then quieted his tone. "I have no idea what happened to your father. Perhaps it skips a generation." He cast a sharp glance at the member he was referring to, but Junior didn't acknowledge him, again using the books as an excuse.

Efff didn't take notice. He only beamed at his grandfather's excessive praise. "Well, Grand-Senior, I do only wish to better our proud heritage!" And yes, he was quite good at sucking-up to Senior.

"That's what I like to hear! You do me proud!" Senior chuckled heartily and thumped Efff on his back, resulting an echoing hollow sound. After laughing a bit, he sniffed and then barked at Junior, "Come, come and escort your son to his school! Time's wasting and you can't afford to be late!"

Junior nodded and quickly shuffled Efff outside. Before closing the door, Senior called out again to him. "Oh, and Junior?"

His son's head quickly snapped up. "Yes, Father?"

Senior's old, withered face formed to give a snide, condescending look. "Don't embarrass him!"

Junior just shut the door.

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The stroll was awkward, ... extremely awkward. The cool, crisp autumn air swelled through the small pores of holes through the cloth both stitch-punks were made of, but the breeze did most of the talking during this father and son walk. Junior did have a lot to say to his son, now that Senior was not there to critique and humiliate him. But all of that overflow of words ended at his mouth; a huge dam that restricted his thoughts from reaching his son. Most of that came from fear. Efff had a much deeper relationship with his grandfather than with him. Perhaps too deep, and poor Junior noticed his son becoming more and more like Senior Ef. But that was the very reason why his thoughts needed to be shared.

"Efff?" He finally had the courage to squeak his name.

"What Father?" the young one groaned and rolled his eyes. He wasn't really interested in one of his father's speeches.

Junior paused for a moment at the young one's rude tone, but he wasn't surprised by it. "I just- I just want you to know.. that I'm proud of you."

Efff actually tuned in, but only because of the fact that he was getting praised.

"You certainly have the enthusiasm, ... the ambition and the leadership skills to.. really make it in... So-sci-eh-T. In fact, ... I think you definitely have... the political prowess... and perhaps even the potential... to be like... well, ... like Great Leader 9! Yes,... you certainly have ... all of the characteristics of the Strong Ef Family. You really make Senior proud... "

"Well, Father, thank you. I uh-"

"... and that's why you're stupid."

That certainly made Efff stop dead in his tracks. "Pardon me?"

"Son, you're going about it ... well, the wrong way! A great leader isn't someone whose ambition is just to enjoy the high-life... to regulate the people they govern... and restrict them from achieving! They are not to serve you... you are to serve them... "

"Uh, Father? Why are you telling me this? I'm not even a Selectman yet! I haven't even been to a single class to become one!"

"Because, my son, that's entirely my point. Those Selectman classes won't teach you any of these true principles!"

"But, Father, the Great Leader 9 created those classes, seeing how you're so obsessed with me being just like him!" Efff's arrogant voice grew louder as he became more irritated by his father. Junior only continued to prove a very uncommon point.

"He created Leadership classes, but the Selectman have changed them to fit their own selfish wants... Senior changed them."

"... ... ..."

"That's why you're enrolled at this A-cad-em-y. This is the only place where they teach Leadership courses the correct way. It was a nightmare convincing your Grand-Senior to comply, but I thank the Originals he actually allowed it! They'll teach you whatever it is you need to know. It's hard work, but it's worth it if you want to become a great leader. You do want to be a leader... don't you, Efff?"

Efff couldn't answer Junior's question. Anger stirred up inside him, yet he couldn't understand why. His father was actually being bold and saying something from his humble, gentle soul, something important to him. And yet, his words pierced him, right in the center. Why?

Silence again came as they reached the entrance of the school, the awkwardness restarting where it left off. Junior turned abruptly and quietly stated. "I'll leave you alone now. I know you must not like what I've said, but please, just ponder it in what little soul your Grand-Senior hasn't corrupted yet."

The young one paused for a moment. Defiance mixed itself with his growing defensiveness and he turned and spat out, "Are you only doing this because you never became a Selectman to replace Grand-Senior?? Huh? Are you jealous, Demoted-One??"

Junior didn't move; his back was turned so there was no telling what emotion he was conveying right then. But after a lingering pause, the worn out father opened his mouth, but no words came right away. His gradually grown confidence instantly died from that deep blow. He finally replied, ever-so quietly, "I'll see you at home, son."

Then he left, never looking back.

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"Wow. Pretty dramatic, there." A young girl stitch-punk had witnessed the entire ordeal from a distance. Her brother, a little ways behind her, was tinkering with a weird contraption; a cross between a bicycle and a space-shuttle is the only good, possible way to describe it. She only stood for a while longer before the girl eventually twirled and skipped over to him, her chocolate-colored ringlet of doll hair bounced up and down as she did so, and one long strand with a feather tied to the end swayed from side to side. The boy only continued to loosen up some bolts. "'Well'p! I guess we shouldn't be late for our first day of school!" The sweet girl bounced up and down, grabbed at her brother's arm, and began to skip/drag him through the large doors entering the A-Ca-De-My.

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[Imp]

LONG REVIEW!! HEADS UP!!!
I really like how you set the mood for the first chapter. explaining that Epsilon is coming out of hiding for this shows how significant and important it is, and gives a good edge of mystery....even though. I like how you show he's the only one following tradition; you can really feel his uncertainty and the animosity the crowd is showing him. I love how XKE and LQE act uncertain but faithful, and I can just imagine a little MEE cowering in a corner behind the crowd. x3 I like how they and Epsilon stand as an island in a sea of hatred, alone in their better--yet, less popular--decision. I REALLY like all the bits of ceremony you made up for this! *is jealous* I'm gonna have to come for you for these kinds of things. (OH NOES! YOU'RE COMMITTED, NOW! xDD)
Um, the jeers from the crowd are very realistic, and I like how the crowd interacts. I LOVELOVELOVE how you wrote for her birth! omigosh, (even though you're changing it) I can totally see the source giving her her soul, and I LURVE the details you put into the after-process. I can just see this tiny girl, ADORABLE in her innocence, looking around at everything, and then E just flipping the switch of comprehension; she's still so innocent, but much changed. I like that he has to finish her by giving her a voice box and sewing up her head. I LOOOOOVE how E interacts with her afterwords, too.
I EPICALLY ADORE how you have him coming up with 'virtuoso'. How he actually gets revalations that he doesn't understand completely. I like how he has to close his eyes and think "as if he was in great pain." And I like how you have the crowd acting like a crowd would, going silent and attentive in real interesting parts, even though they hate being there. And I like how you wrote for Gee. (STOOPID POLITICIAN! xD) And then there's IQ! xDDD oh, what a character. I like how he interacts with everyone at once, not wanting to be their voice of doom, but not wanting to outright condem E if he doesn't have to. (but he 'had' to, so...)
and then there's DOE asking if she's bad....>w< SO KYOOT!!! I love her little girl brain! (yeah, yeah, I just adore children in general xD). Epsilon's anger explosion is still very odd and out of place for him, but it works for the story, and I do believe that would be part of ANYONE's character given the stress he's under. I like how he ends his explosions of anger with "and they're our kin.", accepting it. And, I like how you predict the coming events with him saying "perhaps these two may find a way to solve all this." although, I do think he'd be more insiteful than that (slight rephrasing, or whatever) It works wonders for the story, and I'll let it slide x3 YOU HAD HIM LEAVE MYSTERIOUSLY! xDD I LOVE THAT!! (that could be taken as insite xD)
And then, the end of the first chapter is lovely. I like the letter, and the mob, but for some reason what I like the most is that it just ends with the response "Good. ~9." THAT'S SO UNEXPLAINABLY COOL!! xDD
I love how you show Ef's attitude and.....(for lack of better term) 1-ish qualities. You really get a feel for how self-righteous and stuck up he is in the first bit. It especially shows in the way he acts with his family--eternally cold towards Junior, overjoyed to be around Efff, etc. I feel bad, but I like how distdainful and sarcastic he is towards his son. It makes him easier to hate and Junior easier to love xD. if that makes sense. Also, when he goes from being a jerk-wad to his son to a doting, awesome grandpa to his grandson, you really get perspective on not only how the family's personalities and structure, but also some perspective on So-sci-eht-T in general. (1st class, anyway)
But, after the first chapter with everyone being so angry and hatefilled from the 3rd class' perspective, I'm REALLY glad you jumped right to 1st class's perspective--the other side of the spectrum. It really helps the flow, and adds a ton of interest.
I love how Junior stands up to his father for 9's sake, too. Even though Senior is being so snide and pigheaded (big words xD), he knows where he stands and isn't too afraid to speak up for what's right. (I mean, he's afraid, but that doesn't stop him xD) Basically, for the second chapter, you have a TON of good character development. Like, when Senior perks up after hearing all the rules that have been placed on 2nd and 3rd class, and him making mean remarks. (EF-FAH-FAH!! xDD sorry, I had to!) I like how you introduce Efff. He seems like a real 'slimy' character, if you know what I mean. Not like 'secreting mucus' or that he's evil or anything, just someone you want to glomp and murder at the same time. (murder, more often xD)
I LOVE (and feel bad about) how Ef goes right from doting on his grandson to thowing pissy comments at his son(i.e. "Don't embarrass him") without batting an eyelash. You've made him a real solid character by this point. You KNOW what he would do in just about any given situation. You haven't gotten a hold on the other two by this poin in the story, but you have a good idea about them, too. And you go right back into story AND character development in the next section. I love how you can just feel the awkwardness hanging in the air during their walk xD You show really well where they stand with e/o on the issues. I like how Junior knows just how to get Efff to listen to him, even if Efff doesn't want to hear it at the time. I like how he gets up the nerve to tell him exactly how he
I like how he gets up the never to tell him exactly how he feels, and lets him have a piece of his mind. And I like how Junior's words penatrate Efff, even though they don't have the desired effect. It's a VERY realistic conversation, and I like how after battling with himself, Efff gets all defensive and yells at his dad. You can see his inner conflict. AND ANOTHER WONDERFUL EXIT!! I'm SOOO glad for Junior that he didn't look back! x333
and then, introducing DOE AND MEE!!! xDDD the spaceship bike thing...xD that's so epicsome! I love how you portrayed the childlike love and the wonderful relationship they have with oneanother in just that little paragraph. It's really neat! xD
YOUR WRITING IS JUST AMAZING! xDD

~Imp~

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Awwww! >///////<
I have just a huge egotistical head now! Thanks a lot! xD
No really. Thank you so much for that profound confidence boost! It's comments like these that motivate me to keep writing. Please continue as I upload!

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welcome! UPLOAD MOAR!!!!

~Imp~

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Will do!

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I-Ni-She-A-Shun [Chapter 3]

"Welcome! Welcome!" A rather large stitch-punk waddled her way up to the podium. The I-Ni-She-A-Shun was now underway. The lady cleared her throat and was ready to begin, but the multitude of students didn't pay her any heed as they continued on with their conversations. But the plump lady was to be heard. She pulled out her large walking stick and repeatedly thwacked it against the side of the pulpit, and soon, attention was given to her.

"That's better!" She sniffed. "Welcome young-ones, One and all, to another year of education in this fine school we cherish as our A-Ca-De-My!"

Applause echoed her greeting.

"Both Head-Master Whye and myself, Head-Mistress Tee, are thrilled to govern another year of great accomplishments that will undoubtedly happen because of all you fine students!"

Applause.

"Education is the utmost essence we have in our quest to spread humanity, and the founder of this building, Great Leader 9, has designated the best educators and instructors So-Ci-Eh-T has to offer to enlighten you in this life-long quest! And we hope that you will find the potential lying dormant inside each of you and help humanity bloom in it's beauty and power!"

Applause once more.

"And it is with our great pleasure that we introduce our scholarship 'newborns' in this large, loving scholastic family of ours!"

Again with the applause.

"Hailing from First-Class; Primus Beee..."

Beee, a long, lanky figure for a kid, awkwardly made his way up to the podium and shook hands with the Head-Master and Mistress.

"Do you have anything you'd like to say, Primus?"

The poor kid nervously looked at his feet and mumbled, "Uh... glad to be here... and stuff," and he returned to his seat.

"... Prima Deee..."

A short, stocky girl came and followed Beee's example. And all that came from her was, "Uh... I like books..."

"...Primus Efff..."

The large congregation of students at that point whooped with applause and cheering. Even if he was a new student at this school, he certainly was known throughout the First-Class culture. The entire Ef family was. The boys hollered their approval and the girls either giggled, blushed or fluttered their eyes at him. The cocky, easily-made celebrity strode to the podium, all anger and frustration seemed to vanish as he soaked up all the attention. He shook hands, he was still milking his fame as he did so.

The brother and sister duo was positioned near the back, and throughout this entire time, they had trouble seeing from all of the taller students in front of them. But that was the price of sitting in the reserved seating for the Third Class. As if she was doing an interpretive dance, the young girl cocked her body this way and that until she could actually see what was going on. She caught a glimpse of Efff.

"Wow!" She beamed. "It's good to see our dramatic friend is doing alright! Look, Ehm-Eee-Eee! He's smiling!" The girl left a large grin plastered on her face. This relieved her. She just hated to see other people upset.

Ehm-Eee-Eee nodded, and patted his sister lightly on the back. Her kindness always impressed him.

"Primus Efff, is there anything you'd like to say?"

"Yes." He said, confidence obviously creeping out of his voice. "I'd just like to say that it's an honor to be in this prestigious school! And that you are looking at the next great leader!"

The whoops didn't die down as he made his way to his seat. All the First-Class children were very notorious for being brown-nosers, especially when they wanted something. In this case, it was popularity and being associated with Efff. However, it was very silent where the Second-Class children were seating. This did not amuse them at all.

After Head-Mistress Tee finished reading off the names of the First-Class Freshmen, she then proceeded to announce the Second Class roster:

"Secundus Aye-Jaye..."

Unfortunetly, the majority of the audience kept the enthusiastic cheering reserved for the First Class. Only a few scattered clapping could be heard, the loudest coming from Dee-Oh-Eee and Ehm-Eee-Eee. The poor Second Class boy awkwardly shook the hands of the Head Masters, didn't dare to say anything, and quickly made his way to the reserved Second Class section.

But the Head-Mistress only continued on, unphased by that little event. "....Secundus Gee-Ehl..... Secunda Kaye-Ehl..... Secunda Oh-Pee...... Secunda Arr-Aye."

Arr-Aye, a thick, stocky girl, came up the stairs, a serious look defined her face. The audience withheld the applause as they did with the others, [except for Doe-Oh-Eee and Ehm-Eee-Eee of course] but this time, a few of the First Class began to boo and heckle her. The Secundus-Aye's were notorious for their rebellion, led by her father. As Efff and his family were well-known through-out the community, so was this family. Their vastly-growing support for the "Rebellion against the Primus's" often had many of the First-Class wanting to keep a watchful eye out. How one of them came into this A-Ca-De-My without causing a major ruckus, only the Originals know.

Despite her quiet, shy-like appearance, her serious look was temporarily replaced with a sharp, evil glare, causing the hecklers to stop it for a moment. After shaking hands, she returned, the serious look once again on her face.

And soon, all of the Second-Class children were mentioned, which meant...

"Third Class Roster: .... Derda Dee-Oh-Eee....."

The girl skipped up towards the podium, a goofy grin scribbled all over her face. She eagerly grabbed at elderly Head-Master Whye's arm and shook it in violent enthusiasm. The poor man garbled unintelligible sounds as he was being shaken. And then, to the amazement of EVERYONE, she tackle-glomped him. After the kitten-like girl finished playing with her "mouse-y toy" of a Head-Master, she cocked her head and eyed her next victim. Head-Mistress Tee tried to back away, but the huntress quickly pounced and over-took her prey. The chubby lady let out a small squeak, but it was muted by the action of Dee-Oh-Eee easily lifting her up and spinning her around. The audience, both the First and Second Class, all shared the same expression of shock on their face. Efff especially.

After her little display of affection, she dropped the Head-Mistress. And began her speech.

"Oh my gosh-ness! I really feel honored to be here! Especially with you guys, Head-Master and Mistress! You're like my parents, except, you know, you're obviously not... and you're like, really old. So I guess you'd be my 'School-Parents,' then! ... Or maybe my School-Grand-Parents."

The audience was now divided. Small snippets of laughter could be heard from the First-Class, while the Second-Class rolled their eyes. Dee-Oh-Eee didn't even pay attention.

"And I'm so excited to be here at a new school and to meet new friends! Because everyone where I live are either too old, or too young... or my brother, but I already know him!" She looked at said brother, and he gave her a reassuring thumbs-up. "In fact, to my new dramtic friend..."-Dee-Oh-Eee now redirected her gaze to Efff and pointed- "...I'm glad to see you smiling after what happened a short time ago!"

The crowd looked at Efff, and you could hear questions popping up all over: "Who IS she?" "Does she KNOW him?" "What happened this morning?" "Who does she think she is?" "... Where's the bathroom?"

Efff only looked around and gave a nervous smile. "I don't know what she's talking about," he whispered to those seated next to him. "She's obviously just a crazy 'dirt-clod.'"

"Plus!" She continued. "To become a leader? That is such an AMAZING goal! It would be cool if I became a grand ruler, but I don't think I could handle all of that pressure! So perhaps I should start small first.. maybe a teacher, or a professor.. or even a Select-woman! You know, something small. Furthermore, I-"

"-That is quite enough now, Derda!" Head-Mistress Tee finally regained her composure and steadily shuffled her off the podium.

Dee-Oh-Eee finally caught on. "Oh! I'm sorry! Did I talk too much? Man! I always talk too much! My mother even said not to make a fool of myself and begin gabbing, and yet, here I am, chatting on and on.. People tell me that I speak for my brother, and that's probably why I-"

"-Yes, yes! Perhaps you can tell us another time!" The plump Mistress, with a final shove, directed her to her seat. Laughter followed as she cushioned the fall with her face. But she just got up, brushed herself off, and with a smile she waved to her new "friends" as Dee-Oh-Eee returned to her vacant spot in the back.

Rubbing her temples, Head-Mistress Tee groaned, but tried to resume her little act from before. "And lastly; ... Durde Ehm-Eee-Eee."

Ehm-Eee-Eee got up, and shook hands gingerly.

"And... Durde?" Head-Master Whye chimed in. "If you have anything to say... please don't share it with us!"

But his comment wasn't necessary, because Ehm-Eee-Eee lacked a voice-box. Instead, the boy turned to the crowd, gave another thumbs-up, and came down to join his sister.

When he came back, Dee-Oh-Eee smiled and high-fived him. "I think we knocked 'em dead, eh brother?"

'Knocked 'em dead' probably wasn't the phrase both Head-Masters were thinking. While the audience was still in commotion about the two Third-Classmen, they were groaning to each other.

"Just as I feared," Head-Mistress Tee whispered to Whye. "...I'm afraid we will have to set those two straight."

"But, it's to be expected." Whye responded quietly. "After-all, they are from the Third-Class."

"Well." She added, glancing over at the two as she did so. "We'll just have to make them forget it. Come, Whye. There's work to be done."

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[Imp]

My GOSH, She's a spaz!!
I had epic facepalm-ness during her glomping tirade! xD
This is well written. I like how you opened with the awkward back-to-school speech, and give Efff a bigger head than he can hold up. I like how you introduced RA, and how you showed everyone hated her and her family. I liked the awkward intro to the other students ;D that made me laugh.
and, Holy crap. How is she not kicked out of the school simply for that? Couldn't that be considered attacking 1st classers? LOL She's not embarrassed, but I'm plenty embarrassed for her!
and, goshums! x333 MEE reminds me SOOO much of Ferb!
and, DUN, DUN, DUUUUNNNNN!!!! DEY GUNNA TRY 'N' BREAK HER SPIRIT!!! DDDD8 (lol, good luck!)

~Imp~

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Awww, thanks >/////<
And for her glomping tirade, I envisioned Artemis as I was writing this, with him being so spazzy and fast with his toys and things. I should totally draw her pounce/glomp/attack! xDDD

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LOL!!