Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck; all rights of ownership to Andrew Hussie, thank you.
Church bells chimed about a mile or two from a popular private academy on planet Alternia. It was not easy to get into this so-called academy, either, as should be gathered from the subtitle: "For Intelligent Young Trolls". Young trolls of many different signs—and minds—came from all kinds of separate sections divided upon the planet. Naturally, this meant that the youth group had to stay on-campus to attend the academy, which made the learning experience rich as well as chaotic. Without Lusi, the trolls were left to run free as they pleased, being parentless. This was where the adult trolls came in. Specially-trained, the adult trolls were assigned certain positions of authority in the school—including a troll to hold "Mother of All Dorms".
This particular troll had to housekeep every dorm, prepare the eccentricities of the Dorm building, and often pull 'check-ups' on the students whenever they were expected to be in their dorms. It was a pretty difficult job, but also considered fair when compared to the teacher roles and their specific duties. It was expected of every young troll in a student position to calmly adhere to the will of the adult trolls, who held a higher rank above them with all respect. Even in the circumstance that a young troll is a jade blood while the troll's teacher is a rust blood. The Hemospectrum holds no place in the academy whatsoever. Every blood is considered equal when gathered in one place, for one sole reason: education. The academy's only rule was to treat others respectively (with respect?) and behave as any good student shall: obediently. The students would be granted a short break of three months after the first sweep spent at the academy, but nevertheless had to return again. This would be repeated until they spent four sweeps there—or at least until considered ready for graduation. This is the conduct of Quadrant Academy.
Quadrant Academy
I
A New Beginning
Sollux Captor, currently six sweeps old, happened to come across what he deemed the oddest thing he ever had sent to him through the mail. An invitation to something wealthy…or at least that was what the letter appeared to be from the outside. The way he was addressed—as well as the overall formatting—proved his hypothesis to be correct. This young troll often received what would be considered odd to the human race all of the time, but was never invited to anything. Not even a generation gathering. He only had internet friends, so there was no one to invite him to any such thing, anyway. Of course he had to inform them of his current whereabouts if he wanted his unique computer-based items, but the benefactors proved to live no where near him every time, so he still had yet to meet any of them.
Turning his attention back to the lime green envelope in his hands, he carefully slid his slender index fingernail under the non-stick flap at the back of the envelope. He was then quick to run it across to the other side. The Gemini pinched the paper inside and pulled it out, his curiosity piqued. The paper was a kind of bumpy white parchment with a golden swirl border. However, the letters in the middle of the card were a plain black. Why all the hype with the cover and paper, but plain description inside? Did they think he was unable to read neon colors or something? Ah, whatever the sender's reasoning for how things were done—Sollux couldn't care less, anyways.
Back to the task at hand, Sollux scaled the small paragraph like it was nothing. It turned out that the letter really was an invitation—to some prestigious school called Quadrant Academy.
"What the fuck?" Sollux wondered aloud. It was not like anyone could hear him, so it didn't really matter what he did or said. He flipped the card around to see if there was anything he missed, but of course he found it blank. Why would there be more when so much space was wasted on the front to begin with? The card had simply read:
We cordially invite
Sollux Captor
To join us here for a wonderful new beginning at
Quadrant Academy.
We hope to see you at the Orientation on
Wednesday, August 30th, 2013 at 1:00pm.
Thanks for your consideration!
Sollux decided that whoever this poser was, he was way too blunt to fool any troll he knew. Well, at least thought he knew through the intellect he gathered from the brief chats he had with his so-called internet buddies. The invitation didn't even bother to state just where the ridiculous 'academy' was even located! No genius would ever leave out such an important factor in a prank. Obviously this was the work of Nodart, a hopeless case for a hacker that claimed to be 'the best of the best' when he couldn't even hack Bunatonus, the weakest coder on the face of the web (assuming the web has a face, of course)! However, there was one small problem—Sollux never gave Nodart his address. Also, the people he did release such precious information to were trustworthy individuals who would never sell him out. Then again, how was he to know if there was a Judas behind the scenes? He needed to do an urgent background check on all his so-called 'friends' now…after he looked up this "Quadrant Academy", of course.
Running back inside, Sollux made an abrupt stop before his hive-based PC. He sat down with a huff in his comfy leather chair. His computer and chair were the only expensive things he owned, which was not surprising when his low blood was put into consideration. Damn that Hemospectrum, damn it to hell. Pushing those thoughts aside now, the mustard blood put all focus on discovering the location—and conduct—of this mysterious school, as well as why he was invited in the first place. Someone as low a blood as him could never receive such an "honor". It was just…completely irrational. With that in mind, Sollux pulled up his favorite web browser and began what would turn into hours of searching for what was right underneath his nose the whole time.
AN: This is the very first time I have ever written a story without actually writing it, if you get what I mean. Feel free to point out any mistakes you notice, dear readers, as well as what you think I could improve on—I am always open to criticism! Also, this whole story was a kind of spur-of-the-moment thing. It was meant to be an EriSol one-shot, but obviously it turned out to be much more. When I wrote the two-paragraph prologue up at the top, I instantly knew that this was going to be no 'one-shot', which scared me a little. Oh dear, why must I always dig myself so deep? Well, thank you for reading this rather short drabble, anyhow! I actually plan to make the chapter short this time, so that you all do not have to wait so long (like I normally make you; again I am truly sorry for my torpid pace).
Hope your day goes well! :oD
