A Whateley Academy Tale

To the New Year!

by Phoenix Spiritus

Friday Afternoon, August 31st 2007
Poe Cottage, Whateley Academy

Nikki looked up at the new larger, renovated Poe cottage and took a deep breath. Dragging along the suitcase her mother had insisted on getting her, no matter how many times she'd explained she didn't need one, Nikki made for the new front lobby of Poe, unconsciously relaxing as the familiar wards of Poe welcomed her.

The renovated Poe was now 'H' shaped. Two new buildings, each as large as the previous Poe cottage, had been added to either end of the old Poe, the new works increasing Poe's size to over twice what it had been. Nikki had watched the renovations start at the beginning of summer, while she'd been staying at the guest cottages with her mother and brother, but this was the first time she'd seen the finished works. Well, almost finished, there was still scaffolding around one of the wings of the Cottage, indicating the final stages of the renovation were still ongoing.

A Whateley Academy Story

Siblings and Savages

by Joe Gunnarson

Chapter 2

August 30th, 2007… Lunchtime.

Everyone knew something was up when Jericho stood up on the Outcast table. He was dressed like a human being for once, which made everyone but the new freshthings incredibly nervous. He was wearing black slacks, and a button-up shirt, showing off that he still had a bit of weight to lose. He was wearing a stylish fedora over his dreadlocks.

“Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who do not know me, and those who have only heard of me? I am Jericho. I bid you welcome to our home away from home. To those who do know me, We’ve made it through another year. Every face here, whether or not I like you, or you like me I am happy to see you return safe and sound.”

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Story

Sunshine & Fury

By Mage Ohki and Joe Gunnarson

September 12, 2016

The motorcycle rumbled to a stop outside the Range Control Offices, and what few kids in the area who listened to and believed the rumors around campus, marvelled at the impossibility that the rather exotic, amazonian woman used to be a guy. Even after several years, that particular rumor hadn’t gotten old at all. The kids had simply become far less brazen about calling her out on it. Her reflective, waist-length, black hair and metallic, blue tattoos reflected the sunlight as she walked into the office.

“Whatcha need Tyson?” She looked at the seemingly middle-aged black man, who was so military it hurt. He could likely run the ranges better, overall, than she, were it not for her experience dealing with the kids involved. He was older than most of her range staff, but even so it was incredibly difficult to believe the Delta operator had been in the army for longer than she’d been alive. Fifty years of experience was hard to come by.

“Question about how to handle two of the new Grunts who are causing problems on the ranges. It hasn’t achieved safety issues, but antagonizing the blasters can become one.”