LogFAQs > #890362739

"But I passed the admissions test!" a student is protesting behind you. Struggling with the folds of his oversize black cloak, he is perhaps the most ordinary-looking boy you have ever seen: average height, a forgettable face, eyes that you can't possibly imagine blazing with deadly purpose.

The official he is addressing looks like a kind, grandmotherly, slightly frumpy woman. You find yourself wondering what kind of a villain she is.

"Well then, I'm sure you'll have nothing to worry about, sweetheart," she assures him. The boy bristles at the endearment. "We are surrounded by enemies, after all. This is for our own protection."

"But" The cloak-encumbered wave of his hand vaguely indicates the distant screams.

"Oh, that's just those who've been selected for additional screening."

"Whatwhat does additional screening involve?"

"Being forced through a fine mesh, of course. Don't worry, the fourth-year Resurrections class is very good this year and you won't miss more than a few days of classes." The line moves forward again. You are nearly at the front.

"But this wasn't in the rules!" The boy behind you is clearly reaching for "clipped and commanding" in his tone, but you can hear the note of panic in his voice.

"Rules, dearie?" The grandmotherly woman smiles, and that's either blood or very carelessly applied lipstick on her teeth. "Bless your heart, rules are for heroes and commoners and good little children. We've transcended rules."

A light flashes at an open screening station. It's your turn.

"Shoes off, masks off, place all weapons in the bin," drones the toad, hopping back and forth along the front of the checkpoint. "Shoes off, masks off, place all weapons in the bin." Glancing up and down the line of screening stations, you see your fellow students reluctantly fishing an astonishing variety of weapons out of their clothing.

The two students running your screening station look at you as you approach the archway. One of them looks like she's in the supervillain training programin patterned blue spandex with a grotesquely bulging ring around her head and nothing readily recognizable as a mouth. Her nametag identifies her as "Rathna the Soul-Flenser." She glares in your direction with dull, steely eyes.

The other is the most perfect young man you have ever seen, with the build (and wearing the elegant white drapery) of a classical statue. He is checking his phone and glances up to give you a bored, friendly, brilliant smile. His nametag identifies him as "Phil."

"If you have any prohibited items or concepts," the toad goes on, "now is the time to surrender them."


Do you have any prohibited items or concepts?

A) I never go anywhere without a full arsenal of portable weaponry. Give me a minute here.

B) Despite my best efforts, there are still some traces of purity in my soul. I'll be glad to be rid of them.

C) I don't know if it counts as over 3 oz of true love, but there was someone special back home

D) Yes. Yes I do. But I have no intention of surrendering it. It may be useful to me later.
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Shake