An Orc's Transfer Student Journal

Bimbanana

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I will use this thread for a story that i won't post anywhere. It's about an orc transfer student in a otome-setting academy.

Well, basically I'm just practicing my craft here using my observation and you all as the materials. Please don't mind me
Oh and also i'm the only author here :blob_thor:


CHAPTER 1

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Tomorrow will be my first day at SHF Academy. One of the most prestigious magic schools in the country, where aspiring mages from all races gather to pursue knowledge, enlightenment, and creative excellence.

Today, however, I’m here to finish my registration and take a school tour.

SHF Academy specializes in nurturing mages to create their own magic books.

Students who walk the Path of Light—the ones who produce respectable, conventional works like action, adventure, and other socially acceptable narratives—will create tomes.

Meanwhile, students who walk the Path of Darkness—the ones who prefer… less conventional storytelling choices such as smut and harem—will create grimoires.

At least, that’s how it was explained to me by the student council president @Eldoria , as she introduced herself.

She walked beside me as she guided the tour, her steps light, posture elegant. A human mage girl wearing the classic pointy hat.

There was a gentle floral scent around her. I wasn’t sure if it came from her perfume or from the literal bucket of flowers she carried. She had a soft smile and even softer voice.

“So please, don’t be shy to ask me if you need any advice on writing your tomes, Orc-kun,” Eldoria said warmly.

“Thank you so much, Eldoria,” I replied. “I can’t wait to start my studies tomorrow and meet the students and educators who are focused on the writing craft. Just like you”

She smiled silently.

“Right?”

She didn’t answer.

“…right?” I asked again.

Still no answer. Still the same gentle and perfectly maintained smile.

“…Eldoria?”
 
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Conqueror_Quack

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We actually had a highschool fanfic of the forums, we called it SHFHSF. It's no longer active and was year ago but it was very lively and even formed it's own clique in that thread.
 

Bimbanana

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We actually had a highschool fanfic of the forums, we called it SHFHSF. It's no longer active and was year ago but it was very lively and even formed it's own clique in that thread.
Oh good then.
But this one is mine, no one is allowed to write the story but me
 

Bimbanana

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Chapter 2

My first day at the academy finally started.

I walked into my new classroom, following my homeroom teacher, @Juia_Darkcrest . She carried herself like someone who had already seen every possible form of stupidity and had built up an immunity to it.

Which, to be fair, felt like a required qualification for this job.

“Now go introduce yourself,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

“My name is Bimbanana,” I said with a polite bow. “Pleasure to meet you all.”

The class responded with…

Nothing.

Some students kept doing whatever they were doing. Others glanced at me briefly, like I was a phone notification they chose to ignore. No one said a word.

“Good, now go take a seat,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

I nodded and walked to one of the empty chairs, sitting down quietly as she began teaching.

“Hey hey, orc,” a voice whispered excitedly from my right.

I turned.

A cat girl leaned toward me with an overly enthusiastic smile.

“Nice to meet you! My name is @sleepandeatallday .”

I shook her hand.

“Hey, do you love cats?” she continued immediately. “Cats are amazing, right? They’re so cute, fluffy, blablabla—”

She kept going.

And going.

And going.

Somehow, her whisper was perfectly calibrated—loud enough for me to hear everything, but not loud enough to get noticed by the teacher.

“Uhh… I’m actually more into dogs,” I said carefully, scratching my cheek.

Her expression changed instantly. The enthusiasm vanished and replaced by pure disgust.

I felt like I had just committed a crime.

“Oh, don’t mind her, orcie,” a voice chimed in from behind me.

I turned around.

A clown.

A literal clown student sat behind me.

“After this, she’ll come to you again and again, trying to pull you into her cat cult,” he said casually. “My name is @Pennywise , by the way.”

I shook his hand.

“Ah, nice to meet you,” I replied.

“Say,” @Pennywise continued, “want a balloon?”

He somehow already had a red balloon in his hand, holding it out toward me.

I felt a small shiver. Maybe it was the way his tone suddenly dipped into something… unsettling when he said that line.

Or maybe it was the blood-like liquid slowly dripping from the hand offering the balloon.

Possibly both.

I decided not to engage further. Instead, I turned to the other cat girl sitting on my left.

She rested her cheek on her palm, staring out the window. Headphones covered her ears, faint music leaking through. Her hair was dyed in multiple colors, and around her wrist hung a bracelet of cute little blob and cat figures—each one oddly clutching a tiny knife or other murderous weapon.

“Uh, hi there,” I said politely.

“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before telling me that cats are great?” @sleepandeatallday complained from my right.
“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before taking my balloon?” @Pennywise complained from behind.

I ignored both of them. Background noise.

I focused on the girl by the window.

“My name is Bimbanana. Pleasure to meet you,” I said, offering my hand.

@AliceMoonvale barely reacted.
She gave me a slow side glance, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

Then—

“Hmph.” She scoffed.

Then turned her head back toward the window, completely dismissing me. My hand remained hanging in the air for a moment before I slowly pulled it back.

“…right,” I muttered.

“Now back to cats.”
“Now back to balloon.”

@sleepandeatallday and @Pennywise said in unison.

“Sigh…”

That was all I could do.
 

A-Random-Writer

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Chapter 2

My first day at the academy finally started.

I walked into my new classroom, following my homeroom teacher, @Juia_Darkcrest . She carried herself like someone who had already seen every possible form of stupidity and had built up an immunity to it.

Which, to be fair, felt like a required qualification for this job.

“Now go introduce yourself,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

“My name is Bimbanana,” I said with a polite bow. “Pleasure to meet you all.”

The class responded with…

Nothing.

Some students kept doing whatever they were doing. Others glanced at me briefly, like I was a phone notification they chose to ignore. No one said a word.

“Good, now go take a seat,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

I nodded and walked to one of the empty chairs, sitting down quietly as she began teaching.

“Hey hey, orc,” a voice whispered excitedly from my right.

I turned.

A cat girl leaned toward me with an overly enthusiastic smile.

“Nice to meet you! My name is @sleepandeatallday .”

I shook her hand.

“Hey, do you love cats?” she continued immediately. “Cats are amazing, right? They’re so cute, fluffy, blablabla—”

She kept going.

And going.

And going.

Somehow, her whisper was perfectly calibrated—loud enough for me to hear everything, but not loud enough to get noticed by the teacher.

“Uhh… I’m actually more into dogs,” I said carefully, scratching my cheek.

Her expression changed instantly. The enthusiasm vanished and replaced by pure disgust.

I felt like I had just committed a crime.

“Oh, don’t mind her, orcie,” a voice chimed in from behind me.

I turned around.

A clown.

A literal clown student sat behind me.

“After this, she’ll come to you again and again, trying to pull you into her cat cult,” he said casually. “My name is @Pennywise , by the way.”

I shook his hand.

“Ah, nice to meet you,” I replied.

“Say,” @Pennywise continued, “want a balloon?”

He somehow already had a red balloon in his hand, holding it out toward me.

I felt a small shiver. Maybe it was the way his tone suddenly dipped into something… unsettling when he said that line.

Or maybe it was the blood-like liquid slowly dripping from the hand offering the balloon.

Possibly both.

I decided not to engage further. Instead, I turned to the other cat girl sitting on my left.

She rested her cheek on her palm, staring out the window. Headphones covered her ears, faint music leaking through. Her hair was dyed in multiple colors, and around her wrist hung a bracelet of cute little blob and cat figures—each one oddly clutching a tiny knife or other murderous weapon.

“Uh, hi there,” I said politely.

“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before telling me that cats are great?” @sleepandeatallday complained from my right.
“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before taking my balloon?” @Pennywise complained from behind.

I ignored both of them. Background noise.

I focused on the girl by the window.

“My name is Bimbanana. Pleasure to meet you,” I said, offering my hand.

@AliceMoonvale barely reacted.
She gave me a slow side glance, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

Then—

“Hmph.” She scoffed.

Then turned her head back toward the window, completely dismissing me. My hand remained hanging in the air for a moment before I slowly pulled it back.

“…right,” I muttered.

“Now back to cats.”
“Now back to balloon.”

@sleepandeatallday and @Pennywise said in unison.

“Sigh…”

That was all I could do.
cinema.
 

AliceMoonvale

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Hmm, it seems my assessment is not too far-off :blob_neutral:
I only say it because I get random strangers getting my attention and asking random shit all the time, at least once every day.
I used to work in customer service a decade ago, so I guess I just have customer support face for all insignificant problems that are not my problem. :blob_upset:

(also i'm too old to be in school, and i haaaaated school with the passion of a thousand angry truckers)
 

Bimbanana

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I only say it because I get random strangers getting my attention and asking random shit all the time, at least once every day.
I used to work in customer service a decade ago, so I guess I just have customer support face for all insignificant problems that are not my problem. :blob_upset:
My god... I'm good...
 

sleepandeatallday

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Chapter 2

My first day at the academy finally started.

I walked into my new classroom, following my homeroom teacher, @Juia_Darkcrest . She carried herself like someone who had already seen every possible form of stupidity and had built up an immunity to it.

Which, to be fair, felt like a required qualification for this job.

“Now go introduce yourself,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

“My name is Bimbanana,” I said with a polite bow. “Pleasure to meet you all.”

The class responded with…

Nothing.

Some students kept doing whatever they were doing. Others glanced at me briefly, like I was a phone notification they chose to ignore. No one said a word.

“Good, now go take a seat,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

I nodded and walked to one of the empty chairs, sitting down quietly as she began teaching.

“Hey hey, orc,” a voice whispered excitedly from my right.

I turned.

A cat girl leaned toward me with an overly enthusiastic smile.

“Nice to meet you! My name is @sleepandeatallday .”

I shook her hand.

“Hey, do you love cats?” she continued immediately. “Cats are amazing, right? They’re so cute, fluffy, blablabla—”

She kept going.

And going.

And going.

Somehow, her whisper was perfectly calibrated—loud enough for me to hear everything, but not loud enough to get noticed by the teacher.

“Uhh… I’m actually more into dogs,” I said carefully, scratching my cheek.

Her expression changed instantly. The enthusiasm vanished and replaced by pure disgust.

I felt like I had just committed a crime.

“Oh, don’t mind her, orcie,” a voice chimed in from behind me.

I turned around.

A clown.

A literal clown student sat behind me.

“After this, she’ll come to you again and again, trying to pull you into her cat cult,” he said casually. “My name is @Pennywise , by the way.”

I shook his hand.

“Ah, nice to meet you,” I replied.

“Say,” @Pennywise continued, “want a balloon?”

He somehow already had a red balloon in his hand, holding it out toward me.

I felt a small shiver. Maybe it was the way his tone suddenly dipped into something… unsettling when he said that line.

Or maybe it was the blood-like liquid slowly dripping from the hand offering the balloon.

Possibly both.

I decided not to engage further. Instead, I turned to the other cat girl sitting on my left.

She rested her cheek on her palm, staring out the window. Headphones covered her ears, faint music leaking through. Her hair was dyed in multiple colors, and around her wrist hung a bracelet of cute little blob and cat figures—each one oddly clutching a tiny knife or other murderous weapon.

“Uh, hi there,” I said politely.

“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before telling me that cats are great?” @sleepandeatallday complained from my right.
“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before taking my balloon?” @Pennywise complained from behind.

I ignored both of them. Background noise.

I focused on the girl by the window.

“My name is Bimbanana. Pleasure to meet you,” I said, offering my hand.

@AliceMoonvale barely reacted.
She gave me a slow side glance, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

Then—

“Hmph.” She scoffed.

Then turned her head back toward the window, completely dismissing me. My hand remained hanging in the air for a moment before I slowly pulled it back.

“…right,” I muttered.

“Now back to cats.”
“Now back to balloon.”

@sleepandeatallday and @Pennywise said in unison.

“Sigh…”

That was all I could do.
How did you know I'd like to start a cat cult... :blob_evil:
 
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