Lu-Dao Quon
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Osuka
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Lu-Dao:
So it begins. Students poring out of the woodworks, Astrella giving her speech, and the almost intolerably hyper Professor Shirayuki almost bouncing where she stood. Why did she seem like she was twelve? She was catching more negative attention from him the more she nearly vibrated in her shoes from her excitement, but he kept his eyes forward, his hands behind his back, and his demeanor the same as when he first arrived. This was a school, yes, but he felt that it wasn’t right to treat them as if they were just children. These individuals would be going into battle, patching up combatants who were likely either mauled or battle scarred, or cleaning up the mess that villains had left behind. Their lives would be filled with suffering, and teaching them how to deal with that was more military than it was school in the context that most think of it.
He just hoped they forgave the instructors for what they would teach the students, and themselves for what moral quandries they would have to face.
Once Astrella gave her speech, Lu-Dao pulled a sheet of paper from behind him, written by someone else that said “Elemental Manipulators/Delinquents: Line up in the marked squares alphabetically” while staying silent, raising an enormous piece of jerky to slip under his mask and take a bite of. The instructions were clear, to the point, and the sheet of paper was large enough for them to read it from where they were. He would wait for the to line up as instructed – having talked to figure out each other’s names before he would begin.
“Welcome to Astrella’s Boarding School for the Powered,” he started, his voice flat and somewhat filtered through his half-mask. “I’m the Element Manipulation teacher and supervisor of the Troubled Students: Lu-Dao Quon. Refer to me as Sage or Instructor. From me, you’ll be learning control, tactics, combat disciplines, and whatever else I deem I’m responsible for. Probably sparring. Now follow me.”
With that being said, Lu-Dao headed off to go inside the school building, taking a left and then pacing on with his hands in his pockets until they had come to a set of double-doors. It looked as if he was going to bump into them before the doors swung open seemingly of their own volition as he continued to walk until he reached the middle of the room. From here, he began to once again tear off a piece from the jerky he had earlier with his teeth - under the mask, and chew at it. Inside was a large mat that covered the entirety of the floor, with wooden and real weapons lining the walls. Both striking poles and bags hung from the ceiling in the corners with body gear being set with the other weapons. Once all the students filtered in, Lu-Dao spoke again.
“This is, obviously, our dojo of sorts,” he said, voice seeming amplified by the sheer size of the enormous room. “We’ll be spending at least half of our time here, so get used to seeing it and memorize what’s here. We don’t have ranged weapons here, since those would obviously be better used outside. If I see any ‘fight clubs’ going on in here, I’ll promptly shut it down. I’ll give you a few minutes and we’ll move on.
“Also, if you haven’t told me what combat discipline you want to get into, tell me now or tomorrow so I can learn it and teach it once we start our time in here.”
Tsunami:
For fuck sake, how long was this going to take. This “tour?” He just wanted to go to his dorm, toss his things in the floor, flop into a bed that he would officially claim by doing so, and then promptly pass out since his flight had him up the entire time. Planes sucked, buses were crowded, people stank, and
traveling in general was crap. How in the world did they not have shit like this in Brisbane? It would’ve been easier to just do that, but nooooo, mum and pops wanted him to go somewhere prestigious, and after Victoria’s fell, government thought “Oh, we’ll just send him to Astrella’s cuz they’re really good at handling delinquents hurr durr blablabla.” He almost tossed his hands up in the air and waved them around as he thought those words, but considering he would look like a looney-toon if he did so, it was best that he hadn’t.
So once Astrella was done with… Well, whatever she was saying since it went in one ear and out the other, Tsunami looked around before spotting the same teacher that he’d blown off before holding up a sign. The characters looked like the hand that wrote it was more feminine, so… Wait – could the guy not write? Tsunami’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the man before begrudgingly following what the sign said and standing in place.
More talking happened before they moved on, and where they ended up was actually a treat for him: A freaking Dojo. A place where he could kick some ass and not be yelled at… Except the idea of a fight club was tossed out the window, which meant he couldn’t kick ass and not be yelled at. That was….
Well, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
At being told that they had to tell him their discipline of choice, he called out Kyokushin Karate mindlessly before heading over to one of the bags. A few test kicks told him that there was something more dense than the packing that usually was in a kick bag due to the throbbing he felt in his shin and the flow of cuss words.
“Fuckin’ bag – what’s in this thing?!” he snarled under his breath.
“Steel mesh,” came Lu-Dao’s response. “A lot of it.”
So it begins. Students poring out of the woodworks, Astrella giving her speech, and the almost intolerably hyper Professor Shirayuki almost bouncing where she stood. Why did she seem like she was twelve? She was catching more negative attention from him the more she nearly vibrated in her shoes from her excitement, but he kept his eyes forward, his hands behind his back, and his demeanor the same as when he first arrived. This was a school, yes, but he felt that it wasn’t right to treat them as if they were just children. These individuals would be going into battle, patching up combatants who were likely either mauled or battle scarred, or cleaning up the mess that villains had left behind. Their lives would be filled with suffering, and teaching them how to deal with that was more military than it was school in the context that most think of it.
He just hoped they forgave the instructors for what they would teach the students, and themselves for what moral quandries they would have to face.
Once Astrella gave her speech, Lu-Dao pulled a sheet of paper from behind him, written by someone else that said “Elemental Manipulators/Delinquents: Line up in the marked squares alphabetically” while staying silent, raising an enormous piece of jerky to slip under his mask and take a bite of. The instructions were clear, to the point, and the sheet of paper was large enough for them to read it from where they were. He would wait for the to line up as instructed – having talked to figure out each other’s names before he would begin.
“Welcome to Astrella’s Boarding School for the Powered,” he started, his voice flat and somewhat filtered through his half-mask. “I’m the Element Manipulation teacher and supervisor of the Troubled Students: Lu-Dao Quon. Refer to me as Sage or Instructor. From me, you’ll be learning control, tactics, combat disciplines, and whatever else I deem I’m responsible for. Probably sparring. Now follow me.”
With that being said, Lu-Dao headed off to go inside the school building, taking a left and then pacing on with his hands in his pockets until they had come to a set of double-doors. It looked as if he was going to bump into them before the doors swung open seemingly of their own volition as he continued to walk until he reached the middle of the room. From here, he began to once again tear off a piece from the jerky he had earlier with his teeth - under the mask, and chew at it. Inside was a large mat that covered the entirety of the floor, with wooden and real weapons lining the walls. Both striking poles and bags hung from the ceiling in the corners with body gear being set with the other weapons. Once all the students filtered in, Lu-Dao spoke again.
“This is, obviously, our dojo of sorts,” he said, voice seeming amplified by the sheer size of the enormous room. “We’ll be spending at least half of our time here, so get used to seeing it and memorize what’s here. We don’t have ranged weapons here, since those would obviously be better used outside. If I see any ‘fight clubs’ going on in here, I’ll promptly shut it down. I’ll give you a few minutes and we’ll move on.
“Also, if you haven’t told me what combat discipline you want to get into, tell me now or tomorrow so I can learn it and teach it once we start our time in here.”
Tsunami:
For fuck sake, how long was this going to take. This “tour?” He just wanted to go to his dorm, toss his things in the floor, flop into a bed that he would officially claim by doing so, and then promptly pass out since his flight had him up the entire time. Planes sucked, buses were crowded, people stank, and
traveling in general was crap. How in the world did they not have shit like this in Brisbane? It would’ve been easier to just do that, but nooooo, mum and pops wanted him to go somewhere prestigious, and after Victoria’s fell, government thought “Oh, we’ll just send him to Astrella’s cuz they’re really good at handling delinquents hurr durr blablabla.” He almost tossed his hands up in the air and waved them around as he thought those words, but considering he would look like a looney-toon if he did so, it was best that he hadn’t.
So once Astrella was done with… Well, whatever she was saying since it went in one ear and out the other, Tsunami looked around before spotting the same teacher that he’d blown off before holding up a sign. The characters looked like the hand that wrote it was more feminine, so… Wait – could the guy not write? Tsunami’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the man before begrudgingly following what the sign said and standing in place.
More talking happened before they moved on, and where they ended up was actually a treat for him: A freaking Dojo. A place where he could kick some ass and not be yelled at… Except the idea of a fight club was tossed out the window, which meant he couldn’t kick ass and not be yelled at. That was….
Well, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
At being told that they had to tell him their discipline of choice, he called out Kyokushin Karate mindlessly before heading over to one of the bags. A few test kicks told him that there was something more dense than the packing that usually was in a kick bag due to the throbbing he felt in his shin and the flow of cuss words.
“Fuckin’ bag – what’s in this thing?!” he snarled under his breath.
“Steel mesh,” came Lu-Dao’s response. “A lot of it.”
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Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
~Saruki and Vurudial~
The pair were certainly inseparable, to the point that they knew they'd be having the same dorm because they couldn't be apart from each other. Now was no different. The news story intrigued Saruki, though he brother was uninterested and muttered about the fact that it was far more likely for the perpetrators to be some other group and not the OA. The OA would probably cause way more destruction than that. This led into a huge discussion between the two of them as they were ushered onto the shuttle. They didn't fight it at all, of course. That would only lead to more trouble at this point.The two months in interim that lead up to this point were full of plotting and planning, though nothing came to fruition, so here they were. The two chatted quietly to each other while the head of the school spoke. "It is unfortunate that we have to go with our would-be captor instead of our respective classes," Vurudial sighed, watching others line up into their places.
"At least that means we aren't immediately getting separated," Saruki retorted, watching the other students as well. Though they weren't actually twins, and Vurudial was indeed two years older than Saruki, they acted like they were born at the same time in most situations. Saruki pulled her pink hair up into a ponytail before moving forward. She glanced at the teacher next to theirs, some insanely hyper chick who made Mister Lu look like a damned headstone for a grave. Lovely. Vurudial would have hated having her, but she kinda wished she had that teacher instead...
Vurudial followed suit, also eyeing the hypertastic teacher, but with ire. She had the divine students? Wouldn't she be some kind of disgrace to the gods for being so spaztic? Whatever. Apparently they were supposed to line up in alphabetical order. Some sort of stupid team-building right off the bat? Again, whatever. He hooked Saruki's arm and more or less placed her round-about where she'd likely have to go, before making the same estimate for himself. The less people he had to talk to, the better.
Saruki, though she didn't argue with her placement, waved at some of the students she recognized from the exam. Their wannabe parole officer might be a curmudgeon, but she refused to let that get her down. She needed to make friends. Friends meant power in an environment such as this. She looked at Zephyr and beamed, "Hey! I recognize you. You seemed so displeased during the aftermath of the test and whatnot. We should be friends. My brother and I aren't the best at making them, so I figure one of the better ways is probably to just ask." She giggled a bit, smiling pleasantly at the boy.
Vurudial, once they moved on to the new building and dojo room, was watching their watcher and also the boy who slammed his toe against the unforgiving bag. That was almost funny. Fighting styles were brought up, and he spoke up for not just himself, but for Saruki's benefit as well, "Both Saruki and I think we would benefit from Okinawan karate, as well as use in bo staves and kunai-type knives or similar." Saruki, who was wholly distracted by chatting, just nodded along in agreement.
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Blackrose7
True Black Rose Beauty
After Ms. Astrella's speech was over, Serena got in line, and petted her pet bunny’s head in her carrier shoulder bag. 'Must not freak out about what the news said about the Occard Alliance's possible attack on that building.’ thought Serena, since she doesn't want people to start worrying about her.
She looked at Steve and Chiara’s guide for a bit, for Serena was happy that they were in her group. 'I was hoping for Chiara and her sister to be here too, but I guess not.’ thought Serena, as she was sad that they weren't going to be with her.
She then followed Lu-Dao for the tour of the school, as he was going to show them the dojo. 'Cool dojo.’ thought Serena.
As Lu-Dao also show them where the weapons were at, Serena was looking at the spear on the wall. “Hey Mr. Lu-Dao. Can I learn how to use a spear and do hapkido, because I bet we are going to use those weapons later.” said Serena.
Osuka
She looked at Steve and Chiara’s guide for a bit, for Serena was happy that they were in her group. 'I was hoping for Chiara and her sister to be here too, but I guess not.’ thought Serena, as she was sad that they weren't going to be with her.
She then followed Lu-Dao for the tour of the school, as he was going to show them the dojo. 'Cool dojo.’ thought Serena.
As Lu-Dao also show them where the weapons were at, Serena was looking at the spear on the wall. “Hey Mr. Lu-Dao. Can I learn how to use a spear and do hapkido, because I bet we are going to use those weapons later.” said Serena.
Osuka
YffreJephre
The High Druid & Chief Bard
James was dumbstruck.
He stood at the bus stop, still looking at the news report that repeated itself several times before returning to the advertisement it had had before.
The OA, possibly back.....
"Kid! Did you miss the last ride up?" a voice, gruff, cut through his brooding thoughts.
"Oh...oH, YES! SORRY!" He jumped into the bus, and it took off to the school.
He arrived as Lady Astrella finished the orientation and the students began to divide themselves. He found the teacher he was meant for, the delinquent supervisor, and joined him as he led them to the dojo.
He was distracted. The thought that the OA was back, even as a possibility, had him sHoOk. But thanks to his powers (and the two orders of Carne Asada Fries), he didn't miss a word.
He glanced half heartedly at the weapons on the wall.
"Can I just keep up with my hunting practice?" he asked, then he cocked his head. He hunted with rabbit-sticks mostly, it was why he used his wrench during the entrance exam. He didn't really know how he'd do that without animals to stalk.
"Or warclubs, shillelagh, same difference for me." He picked up a wooden baton and gave it an easy flip to test its balance.
He stood at the bus stop, still looking at the news report that repeated itself several times before returning to the advertisement it had had before.
The OA, possibly back.....
"Kid! Did you miss the last ride up?" a voice, gruff, cut through his brooding thoughts.
"Oh...oH, YES! SORRY!" He jumped into the bus, and it took off to the school.
He arrived as Lady Astrella finished the orientation and the students began to divide themselves. He found the teacher he was meant for, the delinquent supervisor, and joined him as he led them to the dojo.
He was distracted. The thought that the OA was back, even as a possibility, had him sHoOk. But thanks to his powers (and the two orders of Carne Asada Fries), he didn't miss a word.
He glanced half heartedly at the weapons on the wall.
"Can I just keep up with my hunting practice?" he asked, then he cocked his head. He hunted with rabbit-sticks mostly, it was why he used his wrench during the entrance exam. He didn't really know how he'd do that without animals to stalk.
"Or warclubs, shillelagh, same difference for me." He picked up a wooden baton and gave it an easy flip to test its balance.
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Deathkitten
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Coffeepot Giraffe
Steve Freeling
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Shinu Tatsume
Osuka
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elextrified
zeus aspirant
Zephyr wasn’t sure what to think of this whole situation.
Though it wasn’t as if this was a new revelation. From the very first time he’d heard of this school he’d jumped between whole hearted disagreement, enthusiastic acceptance, and something right in the middle. The whole concept of being trained to be better than he was now, to become a hero, was definitely appealing but more and more this school was leading him to believe that maybe this wasn’t the best way about it; after all, he’d tried schools before and that clearly didn’t work. That stupid simulation they called an entrance exam and that grade they’d been so kind to have given him were a big turn off. As well as the way that they had escorted him here like a criminal; though perhaps he shouldn’t have voiced his intentions of escaping quite so passionately. Now that he was here though, even if he didn’t particularly want to be, he figured that he may as well at least put in some effort. His parents would never come back and get him at this rate, but maybe if he gave it a solid week he could weasel himself out of this situation.
Arriving on what was known as Astrella’s, Zephyr found himself tasked with listening to a speech. He recognized the woman as someone who was in charge, but also as the same person who had given them the long speech last time he was here. Tuning her out as he did last time, he made a mental note to avoid her in the future- to stay out of trouble, but most importantly to avoid situations like these. When everything was said and done and the students began to split into groups, he moved along absently with the crowd until noticing a familiar face holding one of the signs. Though he was sure the teacher wouldn’t even remember him, he still found a smirk forming on his lips. He seemed like he was someone that would be fun to pester, and that made school a little more enjoyable in the long run.Joining the rather large group in line, he waited until they departed and then followed after them.
Following the group into the dojo, Zephyr paused long enough to look around the entirety of the room. He had to admit, just the fact that there was one of these on campus was really neat, but he wondered.. did this teacher really expect them to actually fight? He was quickly answered as the man called out for everyone to inform him of their ‘combat discipline,’ whatever the heck that was. Tilting his head in the man’s direction, he eyed him with a skeptical look. He didn’t exactly know what that was, but he had another thing coming if he really expected him to start taking punches. Too busy working up a glare in the teacher’s direction, he didn’t even notice that someone was even near him, let alone speaking to him. Zephyr gave an owlish blink at the pink haired girl in front of him before he managed to compose his expression and instead offered her a smile. He remembered her as being the person who had approached him back during the entrance exam, but didn’t quite recall the person she’d called her brother. She seemed friendly enough, though, and he figured that someone like that would be pleasant to have around in this place. “I remember you!” he agreed, “You’re also in the,” he paused, the word tasting bitter on his tongue as he tested it, “delinquent program?” He didn’t have many friends nowadays, specifically after the whole incident, so he was excited at the prospect, “I’m Zephyr, what’s your name again?”
Osuka
Deathkitten
Though it wasn’t as if this was a new revelation. From the very first time he’d heard of this school he’d jumped between whole hearted disagreement, enthusiastic acceptance, and something right in the middle. The whole concept of being trained to be better than he was now, to become a hero, was definitely appealing but more and more this school was leading him to believe that maybe this wasn’t the best way about it; after all, he’d tried schools before and that clearly didn’t work. That stupid simulation they called an entrance exam and that grade they’d been so kind to have given him were a big turn off. As well as the way that they had escorted him here like a criminal; though perhaps he shouldn’t have voiced his intentions of escaping quite so passionately. Now that he was here though, even if he didn’t particularly want to be, he figured that he may as well at least put in some effort. His parents would never come back and get him at this rate, but maybe if he gave it a solid week he could weasel himself out of this situation.
Arriving on what was known as Astrella’s, Zephyr found himself tasked with listening to a speech. He recognized the woman as someone who was in charge, but also as the same person who had given them the long speech last time he was here. Tuning her out as he did last time, he made a mental note to avoid her in the future- to stay out of trouble, but most importantly to avoid situations like these. When everything was said and done and the students began to split into groups, he moved along absently with the crowd until noticing a familiar face holding one of the signs. Though he was sure the teacher wouldn’t even remember him, he still found a smirk forming on his lips. He seemed like he was someone that would be fun to pester, and that made school a little more enjoyable in the long run.Joining the rather large group in line, he waited until they departed and then followed after them.
Following the group into the dojo, Zephyr paused long enough to look around the entirety of the room. He had to admit, just the fact that there was one of these on campus was really neat, but he wondered.. did this teacher really expect them to actually fight? He was quickly answered as the man called out for everyone to inform him of their ‘combat discipline,’ whatever the heck that was. Tilting his head in the man’s direction, he eyed him with a skeptical look. He didn’t exactly know what that was, but he had another thing coming if he really expected him to start taking punches. Too busy working up a glare in the teacher’s direction, he didn’t even notice that someone was even near him, let alone speaking to him. Zephyr gave an owlish blink at the pink haired girl in front of him before he managed to compose his expression and instead offered her a smile. He remembered her as being the person who had approached him back during the entrance exam, but didn’t quite recall the person she’d called her brother. She seemed friendly enough, though, and he figured that someone like that would be pleasant to have around in this place. “I remember you!” he agreed, “You’re also in the,” he paused, the word tasting bitter on his tongue as he tested it, “delinquent program?” He didn’t have many friends nowadays, specifically after the whole incident, so he was excited at the prospect, “I’m Zephyr, what’s your name again?”
Osuka
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Steve Freeling
Senior Member
After the exam, Steve was perplexed to find himself being sent home. But, hell, he was actually glad for it. Back home, Steve was known to have a very large, very fast and high-tech red motorcycle everyone else wanted and after getting off the plane, he'd wanted nothing more than to get back on that bike. Even his best friend, Ben Tuthill, had tried to steal it a couple of times. "That bike's been designed just for me. It's too much for a kid like you," Steve had said teasingly. Meanwhile, Jeff Shaw, another of their friends, had repeatedly told Steve, "I don't see how you can ride something crazy like that, man." Everyone in his close-knit circle of only three friends, including his only-two-months younger sister Chris, also had motorcycles. Many assumed them stolen but really they'd been abandoned for whatever reason, their original owners long gone. Every night, Steve had, as he had before the exam, led Ben, Jeff and Chris, who he actually left in charge while he was gone, out onto the streets in order to stop a vicious gang of homicidal rapists who called themselves the Devils. Of course, their parents knew nothing; they were always quickly gone after they'd stopped the Devils. But this had nothing to do with his current situation so Steve turned his mind from these thoughts.
After listening to a speech by Lady Astrella, he was back at school filing in alphabetical order behind Serena, carefully tailing the teacher named Lu-Dao Quon. While listening to the instructor, Steve looked around him to see that weapons lined the walls and that body gear hung from the ceiling. All manner of swords, spears, firearms and other weapons as well as bulletproof vests and other body gear could be clearly seen, plain as day, big as life. It was known that next to nothing escaped Steve's eyes. He'd remember this. Just like he remembered the way this "Zephyr" acted like he didn't give a damn when that bastard Tempest killed... No, that was just a simulation; still, it was likely a telling sign of what he was like in the real world and Steve would most likely have to watch his back if he ended up partnered with the guy. Anyway, he was being asked to choose his combat discipline.
"Well, Mr. Quon," His deep voice resonated through the spacious dojo. "Is firearms and U.S. Army Basic Training a possibility?"
Osuka
After listening to a speech by Lady Astrella, he was back at school filing in alphabetical order behind Serena, carefully tailing the teacher named Lu-Dao Quon. While listening to the instructor, Steve looked around him to see that weapons lined the walls and that body gear hung from the ceiling. All manner of swords, spears, firearms and other weapons as well as bulletproof vests and other body gear could be clearly seen, plain as day, big as life. It was known that next to nothing escaped Steve's eyes. He'd remember this. Just like he remembered the way this "Zephyr" acted like he didn't give a damn when that bastard Tempest killed... No, that was just a simulation; still, it was likely a telling sign of what he was like in the real world and Steve would most likely have to watch his back if he ended up partnered with the guy. Anyway, he was being asked to choose his combat discipline.
"Well, Mr. Quon," His deep voice resonated through the spacious dojo. "Is firearms and U.S. Army Basic Training a possibility?"
Osuka
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Shinu Tatsume
The Devoid One
Draxian Wasn't exactly paying attention to the announcer when she was giving the main speech to the school opening, His mind was mostly on what had happened in the city with the people and how much chaos there was he saw on the billboard. When Draxian's Attention was finally caught Ms.Astrella was telling the students to go meet their Instructor.
Draxian was Walking towards his group and one of his ears twitched...He must be building up too much magical energy he thought to himself as he started to make a rose made of ice, containing a Flame of bluish-green color. As he was making it he noticed the looks of many of the other students and he tried to make it less noticeable...not to a great success that is.
When he reached the Instructor Lu-Dao, he got rid of the ice rose, storing it in his coat pocket to show others later, as he seemed to intrigue some other students.
"Man....I can't believe that i got accepted." He said with a bright smile.
Draxian was Walking towards his group and one of his ears twitched...He must be building up too much magical energy he thought to himself as he started to make a rose made of ice, containing a Flame of bluish-green color. As he was making it he noticed the looks of many of the other students and he tried to make it less noticeable...not to a great success that is.
When he reached the Instructor Lu-Dao, he got rid of the ice rose, storing it in his coat pocket to show others later, as he seemed to intrigue some other students.
"Man....I can't believe that i got accepted." He said with a bright smile.
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Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
~Saruki~
She chuckled again at his questions and general distaste of the group he was labeled in. Understandable, she supposed. If she hadn't earned this place, perhaps she'd be filled with the same sort of disgust? As her brother told the teacher what they would want to be taught, she continued her little chat with this individual."I'm Saruki, and my brother is Vurudial. It's nice to properly meet you Zephyr. I'm happy that we'll have something in common, I suppose," she said, walking closer to him so she wouldn't have to speak over the group, "And I am indeed a part of the delinquent group. It seems to be quite the new program, so I imagine they've not yet thought of a better name. I'd hardly be down about it. I don't know about yourself, but I know I've earned that name, and honestly enjoy its anarchical connotations."
She touched his arm in a friendly manner, just lightly as a means to note her presence to him more firmly as she spoke, "I'm of the Arcane Magic class, myself. My brother is part of the Tech class. What class are you a part of? I don't recall if I asked you that before or not." Saruki eyed the teacher a bit as others mentioned which combat styles interested them. It was admirable for this teacher to ask the delinquents as well as his elemental students. Did he really plan on teaching the delinquents extra? Let alone the idea of teaching them combat... He was an interesting one...
"What do you think of the teacher so far?" she continued quietly, still mentally sizing him up, "They certainly seem to have stuck us with a rather stern teacher... fitting, considering the concerns they may have for us. I'm amazed he wants to know what combat styles we're interested in, though. That's rather interesting when you think of how the school has deemed us as possibly dangerous." Saruki shook her head and smiled at Zephyr once again, "What, pray tell, could have gotten someone as cute and intelligent-looking as you into the delinquency program? I hardly think it's fair, especially if you don't think you've earned it."
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Shinu Tatsume
The Devoid One
Draxian Went to see what everyone was talking about when he heard it again...Whispering to him, as it always did. Edging his mind, trying to get out...Draxian gripped his head and sat on the ground, trying to quell the storm in his mind, trying to calm it...and as soon he did he remembered why he came, why he was here. His eyes darted left and right behind his eyelids as he was having those memories...of how it had come to him, how...he had got this power. And fast as quick as it had begun....It stopped. He wearily stood up, hoping no one had noticed..but he caught glimpses of eyes on him and he slowly flattened his ears.
He climbed up into a tree and hung upside down by his legs and waited for the next big event in the class to happen, Or for someone to strike up a conversation.
He climbed up into a tree and hung upside down by his legs and waited for the next big event in the class to happen, Or for someone to strike up a conversation.
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Phantophobition
Fear Of Everything
Orientation!
Hanazeil woke up late this morning, and to make up for the lost time ended up having to skip breakfast. He ran and ran as far as his legs could take him, the only thing going through his mind being the admirable amount of training he did after his sucky performance on the entrance exam two months ago and what his auntie had been telling him since then. She was a strict middleaged lady and the more he thought about it the more it made sense. A momentary smirk escaped him as he ran desperately towards the pickup spot lugging a large blue and white haversack that contrasted with his black and red getup. "Hey! Don't leave yet!" Hanazeil picked up the pace after sucking in more oxygen than he needed, this was possibly the last flight up to the school and with all the trouble he was in he couldn't afford to miss it. He was saved. Turns out he wasn't the only one who needed this bus as a boy who was watching the billboard was called by the transporter. He followed graciously inside.
The trip up to the school was amazing, and the scenery he had forgotten about was more or less the greatest thing he'd ever seen. Hanazeil had no regrets about being forced to attend this wondrous looking academy as he stood wordlessly behind the group during the speech their principal gave in the center of the gathered teachers. Although he was more interested in his surroundings than what she was actually saying. He stood at the back purposely just so he could look down the pathway he just trod. Hanazeil turned slowly in a circle in an attempt to take it all in as he caught sight of his instructor guiding a line of students into the school. He took out his cellphone and snuck in a few photos of the entrance before following them.
They were lead into a dojo, and just like the gymnasium, it was bigger than what he was accustomed to. At this point, he figured everything here was probably top-of-the-line. Strolling deeper into the room he looked at all the weapons laid out upon the walls as his teacher's voice echoed in the background. Giving the punching bags a look over he felt something urging him to hit it as hard as he could, though this urge quickly disappeared when he observed another boy perform a few test kicks on one only to literally feel more pain than the bag did. Hanazeil never had to defend himself before, and besides that accident, he had zero experience in combat. ...Unless unwillingly Judo-throwing a car counted, then he would have at least few seconds of fighting experience. "Muay Thai." Answering the question about combat discipline interests he peeked at the other students wondering what they would want to learn. Moreso because they would be here very often according to the instructor.
Hanazeil woke up late this morning, and to make up for the lost time ended up having to skip breakfast. He ran and ran as far as his legs could take him, the only thing going through his mind being the admirable amount of training he did after his sucky performance on the entrance exam two months ago and what his auntie had been telling him since then. She was a strict middleaged lady and the more he thought about it the more it made sense. A momentary smirk escaped him as he ran desperately towards the pickup spot lugging a large blue and white haversack that contrasted with his black and red getup. "Hey! Don't leave yet!" Hanazeil picked up the pace after sucking in more oxygen than he needed, this was possibly the last flight up to the school and with all the trouble he was in he couldn't afford to miss it. He was saved. Turns out he wasn't the only one who needed this bus as a boy who was watching the billboard was called by the transporter. He followed graciously inside.
The trip up to the school was amazing, and the scenery he had forgotten about was more or less the greatest thing he'd ever seen. Hanazeil had no regrets about being forced to attend this wondrous looking academy as he stood wordlessly behind the group during the speech their principal gave in the center of the gathered teachers. Although he was more interested in his surroundings than what she was actually saying. He stood at the back purposely just so he could look down the pathway he just trod. Hanazeil turned slowly in a circle in an attempt to take it all in as he caught sight of his instructor guiding a line of students into the school. He took out his cellphone and snuck in a few photos of the entrance before following them.
They were lead into a dojo, and just like the gymnasium, it was bigger than what he was accustomed to. At this point, he figured everything here was probably top-of-the-line. Strolling deeper into the room he looked at all the weapons laid out upon the walls as his teacher's voice echoed in the background. Giving the punching bags a look over he felt something urging him to hit it as hard as he could, though this urge quickly disappeared when he observed another boy perform a few test kicks on one only to literally feel more pain than the bag did. Hanazeil never had to defend himself before, and besides that accident, he had zero experience in combat. ...Unless unwillingly Judo-throwing a car counted, then he would have at least few seconds of fighting experience. "Muay Thai." Answering the question about combat discipline interests he peeked at the other students wondering what they would want to learn. Moreso because they would be here very often according to the instructor.
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Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
((@Silver Lightning Blade Hey, you're the only one left for this thread. 
Osuka
is probably gonna post tonight or tomorrow.))
Osuka
is probably gonna post tonight or tomorrow.))
Osuka
Primarch of Terra'Avenia
Oddly enough, Lu-Dao found himself beginning to become irritated with one of the delinquent students: Vurudial. It was already known in their files that they will do many things to ensure they stick together, and the delinquent program was already one of those being utilized. Then stating they would both be taking Okinawan Karate instead of his sister speaking up... Well, it was what made him irritated. The girl could speak for herself, as she was already very easily demonstrating, and even if they had some sort of linked ability - which he had no idea about considering the dossier likely didn't have that information, it was about making a point: A person could speak for themselves, and no one else needed to do it for them.
Unless they were a mute quadriplegic with no psychic abilities. Though he figured that was likely known as a vegetable or they were writing with their mouth.
That didn't matter, though, as much as it did to approach Saruki (
Deathkitten
) and ask himself. The unfortunate portion of this was that the majority took precedent over the minority, so he started making a mental checklist.
Thinking back over it, Tsunami wasn't going to be fit for Kyokushin Karate. The body-harding - sure, but he was going to do that with the rest of the class and the delinquent students anyway. Instead, he'd put Tsunami through Silat. His fighting style from the simulation fit it more easily than Kyokushin. It didn't mean the boy couldn't pick it up as a second discipline after he proved he could handle it.
James (
YffreJephre
) wasn't looking to take a combat discipline, but how he operated was inefficient during his fight. Instead, something like Kali Stick Fighting seemed more likely to work, and an updated version mixed with his own race's military fighting style would work well enough to pick up the slack that Kali had. The same issue was with Steven's (
Steve Freeling
) idea - the Army likely wouldn't appreciate their combat discipline being given to an underage person with powers, but there was a way around it: If there was an integration of Brazilian Ju-Jitsu and Kickboxing, it could work out. Of course, he would get firearms training, but teaching him how to use a short blade was going to be just as important. He'd have to learn to use a Melee weapon as well as a distance weapon.
Hanaziel (
Phantophobition
) seemed to want to go with a more brawler-type combat discipline. Muay Thai didn't offer a weapons system, however, and that would have to be addressed once everything was set in stone. Gauntlets of some sort would be good for melee, but a ranged weapon would also be required. It left a few options for them, but they'd have to figure that portion out by themselves.
Then, there was Zephyr (
elextrified
), who decided that he wasn't going to respond, which meant he was going to get a style that was incredibly difficult to learn due to how much control and discipline it was going to take to learn it. Another one of the styles of Ixian combat. If he wasn't going to pick out of - what seemed like - spite, then he would learn to either speak or be spoken for by the teacher. Serena (
Blackrose7
) wanted to learn Hapkido and learn to use a spear, which was fine by him. Once he had finished his mental categorization, he gave a small exhale and set to mind of how he would craft their weapons and equipment in the quickest way.
*****
Tsunami, disgruntled that he had been shown up by an inanimate object, huffed in irritation and stood up. Apparently some individuals thought it was funny that a bloke had no idea some wacko nut-job of a fuckin' teacher decided that they were going to kick around what was basically soft steel. Though he wasn't used to kicking something with that kind of density, he sure as hell was used to punching it and decided it was time to shut the rest of the students who were laughing at him down for good.
So all he could do was crack his knuckles and throw a punch. Lu-Dao's assessment was correct in the way he fought as his body sunk into a stance more akin to Silat before snapping his right fist out towards the bag.
When one throws a punch, there were a few mechanics to keep in mind and program your body to do: Everything started from the bottom up. When you throw a straight right jab with the intent of following through all the way, things started at the ball of the foot with a push, followed by a twist of the hip and upper body, and ending with the fist moving. He wasn't using his abilities as the speed of the punch itself sent out a loud crack throughout the dojo, which was as loud as it had been due to the vast space and acoustics of the room, before his fist sunk into the bag, tearing the faux leather before breaking a link on one of the chains due to the sheer force in which he had struck the bag. The next thing he knew, the chain link bent and the bag flopped to the ground with a hard thud, with his hand no worse than before he threw the punch.
The other students who had just been mulling around mindlessly after laughing at him had all gone quiet, and he cracked his knuckles in triumph.
"Yeah, ya fuckin' arses," he said, staring at the closest student, who seemed as if they could blend into any crowd. "Laugh at a hurtin' bloke if ya wanna be cocky."
He could feel Lu-Dao's eyes on him from the catharsis that he had just finished with.
"Then I was right about Silat," came Lu-Dao's voice. "You can pick up Kyokushin after you become adept at Silat. You still have to give me a weapon list."
"Weapons take up hands, mate," he replied. "Just give me some brass knucks or somethin'. Guess a gun wouldn't hurt - Ruger 1911."
With that out of the way, Tsunami moved to a spot to plant himself, keeping an eye out around the room.
**********
Having given students time to mull about and familiarize themselves, whether or not they had spoken up about their disciplines, he only needed to take a nanosecond of a glance at his watch as he tore off another bite of the jerky he had been chewing on before continuing on. Lu-Dao's left hand turned palm up before his middle finger and thumb came to contact, the resulting flick being a snap that echoed through the room louder than anything having been said. He wasn't going to waste time considering they had already spent enough in this room, since they needed to move on as soon as possible. They had to wrap up the tour and get the students to their respective dorms.
"Alright, everyone," he called out after finishing his bite of meat. "Gather up and follow. We're heading to the classroom so you can familiarize yourselves with the most efficient route there. Early is on time with my classes."
With that said, Lu-Dao turned and walked out of the dojo, waiting for the students to gather outside before closing the dojo, locking it, and heading onward. Their class was on the second floor of the main building with a set of switchback staircases. The stairs were located near the dojo, which meant they hadn't have to go far. From there, after reaching the second floor landing, it was a twenty foot walk through one hallway before a right turn and a halt another forty feet down the hall. Once he stopped, the door seemed to move on its own as he ushered the students in.
What waited seemed to be ridiculously ergonomic desk chairs which seemed to rest on a single, large ball beneath the seat. The front of the class had a more high-tech board in which he could use his finger to draw rather than using chalk or markers, and the desk was....
To make explaining easy, it didn't exist. He didn't have a desk and chair. Instead, it was sitting out in the hall next to the door furthest from where they had come from as not to obstruct the hallway or the route to the nearest emergency exit. Instead, the instructor's area was a hologram projection floor. Maintenance would be by to pick the desk up soon enough.
"We'll be having our theory and application classes within this room. Take a seat within the desks to ensure you get used to how they work. All of your work can be written on the tablet that takes up the desk portion of your seats. I'll require the delinquent students who take my class to sit up front so they can be more easily assisted if they're having an issue and more easily heard if they have a question."
Lu-Dao would wait until the students had seated themselves and began playing with the desk tablet before speaking again.
"Specifically, the class will consist on theory and application of control techniques for abilities akin to Energy Manipulation for the first semester, which will also be mixed with solo and unit tactics during relief, evacuation, and combat situations you may find yourself in on the field. As we go through this year, you'll find that, if the class does well enough, instruction on controlling your abilities will slowly become less as we focus more and more on tactics and application.
"Do any of you have any questions?"
(As a note, the students mocking Tsunami were NPCs . He was only talking to the NPCs and I was only controlling NPCs.)
Unless they were a mute quadriplegic with no psychic abilities. Though he figured that was likely known as a vegetable or they were writing with their mouth.
That didn't matter, though, as much as it did to approach Saruki (
Deathkitten
) and ask himself. The unfortunate portion of this was that the majority took precedent over the minority, so he started making a mental checklist.Thinking back over it, Tsunami wasn't going to be fit for Kyokushin Karate. The body-harding - sure, but he was going to do that with the rest of the class and the delinquent students anyway. Instead, he'd put Tsunami through Silat. His fighting style from the simulation fit it more easily than Kyokushin. It didn't mean the boy couldn't pick it up as a second discipline after he proved he could handle it.
James (
YffreJephre
) wasn't looking to take a combat discipline, but how he operated was inefficient during his fight. Instead, something like Kali Stick Fighting seemed more likely to work, and an updated version mixed with his own race's military fighting style would work well enough to pick up the slack that Kali had. The same issue was with Steven's (
Steve Freeling
) idea - the Army likely wouldn't appreciate their combat discipline being given to an underage person with powers, but there was a way around it: If there was an integration of Brazilian Ju-Jitsu and Kickboxing, it could work out. Of course, he would get firearms training, but teaching him how to use a short blade was going to be just as important. He'd have to learn to use a Melee weapon as well as a distance weapon.Hanaziel (
Phantophobition
) seemed to want to go with a more brawler-type combat discipline. Muay Thai didn't offer a weapons system, however, and that would have to be addressed once everything was set in stone. Gauntlets of some sort would be good for melee, but a ranged weapon would also be required. It left a few options for them, but they'd have to figure that portion out by themselves.Then, there was Zephyr (
elextrified
), who decided that he wasn't going to respond, which meant he was going to get a style that was incredibly difficult to learn due to how much control and discipline it was going to take to learn it. Another one of the styles of Ixian combat. If he wasn't going to pick out of - what seemed like - spite, then he would learn to either speak or be spoken for by the teacher. Serena (
Blackrose7
) wanted to learn Hapkido and learn to use a spear, which was fine by him. Once he had finished his mental categorization, he gave a small exhale and set to mind of how he would craft their weapons and equipment in the quickest way.*****
Tsunami, disgruntled that he had been shown up by an inanimate object, huffed in irritation and stood up. Apparently some individuals thought it was funny that a bloke had no idea some wacko nut-job of a fuckin' teacher decided that they were going to kick around what was basically soft steel. Though he wasn't used to kicking something with that kind of density, he sure as hell was used to punching it and decided it was time to shut the rest of the students who were laughing at him down for good.
So all he could do was crack his knuckles and throw a punch. Lu-Dao's assessment was correct in the way he fought as his body sunk into a stance more akin to Silat before snapping his right fist out towards the bag.
When one throws a punch, there were a few mechanics to keep in mind and program your body to do: Everything started from the bottom up. When you throw a straight right jab with the intent of following through all the way, things started at the ball of the foot with a push, followed by a twist of the hip and upper body, and ending with the fist moving. He wasn't using his abilities as the speed of the punch itself sent out a loud crack throughout the dojo, which was as loud as it had been due to the vast space and acoustics of the room, before his fist sunk into the bag, tearing the faux leather before breaking a link on one of the chains due to the sheer force in which he had struck the bag. The next thing he knew, the chain link bent and the bag flopped to the ground with a hard thud, with his hand no worse than before he threw the punch.
The other students who had just been mulling around mindlessly after laughing at him had all gone quiet, and he cracked his knuckles in triumph.
"Yeah, ya fuckin' arses," he said, staring at the closest student, who seemed as if they could blend into any crowd. "Laugh at a hurtin' bloke if ya wanna be cocky."
He could feel Lu-Dao's eyes on him from the catharsis that he had just finished with.
"Then I was right about Silat," came Lu-Dao's voice. "You can pick up Kyokushin after you become adept at Silat. You still have to give me a weapon list."
"Weapons take up hands, mate," he replied. "Just give me some brass knucks or somethin'. Guess a gun wouldn't hurt - Ruger 1911."
With that out of the way, Tsunami moved to a spot to plant himself, keeping an eye out around the room.
**********
Having given students time to mull about and familiarize themselves, whether or not they had spoken up about their disciplines, he only needed to take a nanosecond of a glance at his watch as he tore off another bite of the jerky he had been chewing on before continuing on. Lu-Dao's left hand turned palm up before his middle finger and thumb came to contact, the resulting flick being a snap that echoed through the room louder than anything having been said. He wasn't going to waste time considering they had already spent enough in this room, since they needed to move on as soon as possible. They had to wrap up the tour and get the students to their respective dorms.
"Alright, everyone," he called out after finishing his bite of meat. "Gather up and follow. We're heading to the classroom so you can familiarize yourselves with the most efficient route there. Early is on time with my classes."
With that said, Lu-Dao turned and walked out of the dojo, waiting for the students to gather outside before closing the dojo, locking it, and heading onward. Their class was on the second floor of the main building with a set of switchback staircases. The stairs were located near the dojo, which meant they hadn't have to go far. From there, after reaching the second floor landing, it was a twenty foot walk through one hallway before a right turn and a halt another forty feet down the hall. Once he stopped, the door seemed to move on its own as he ushered the students in.
What waited seemed to be ridiculously ergonomic desk chairs which seemed to rest on a single, large ball beneath the seat. The front of the class had a more high-tech board in which he could use his finger to draw rather than using chalk or markers, and the desk was....
To make explaining easy, it didn't exist. He didn't have a desk and chair. Instead, it was sitting out in the hall next to the door furthest from where they had come from as not to obstruct the hallway or the route to the nearest emergency exit. Instead, the instructor's area was a hologram projection floor. Maintenance would be by to pick the desk up soon enough.
"We'll be having our theory and application classes within this room. Take a seat within the desks to ensure you get used to how they work. All of your work can be written on the tablet that takes up the desk portion of your seats. I'll require the delinquent students who take my class to sit up front so they can be more easily assisted if they're having an issue and more easily heard if they have a question."
Lu-Dao would wait until the students had seated themselves and began playing with the desk tablet before speaking again.
"Specifically, the class will consist on theory and application of control techniques for abilities akin to Energy Manipulation for the first semester, which will also be mixed with solo and unit tactics during relief, evacuation, and combat situations you may find yourself in on the field. As we go through this year, you'll find that, if the class does well enough, instruction on controlling your abilities will slowly become less as we focus more and more on tactics and application.
"Do any of you have any questions?"
(As a note, the students mocking Tsunami were NPCs . He was only talking to the NPCs and I was only controlling NPCs.)
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Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
elextrified
zeus aspirant
The smile that had previously made its way onto Zephyr’s face in response to the greeting slowly faded, the corners of his lips winding downwards again in an unemphatic movement. It wasn’t as if he were bothered by the attention and the potential of having a new friend that her presence brought. Rather, it was becoming more than evident that this girl that he was speaking to was way out of his league; not that he believed that he was an unattractive person, but he knew that nothing that could come out of his mouth would make this conversation interesting for Saruki, considering she was already speaking with words that weren’t in his vocabulary and they had only just begun introducing himself. However, he internally digressed, he no longer had the large group of friends that he once had and there was no better way to becoming relevant than to make friends- so he’d have to make this work some way. After he was finished mentally preparing himself, he voiced out as eloquently as he could,
“Oh.”
He wasn’t positive what exactly it was that she was alluding to besides the fact that she wasn’t bothered by the ‘delinquent,’ label that this school had placed upon them and that he shouldn’t be either. “I just,” Zephyr gave a dismissive shrug, “just don’t like the word. If we’re important enough to have our own program, it should be called something better.” Something that didn’t make him feel like a criminal; he wasn’t one, was he? At the touch, his cheeks heated slightly, accentuating the flush of his naturally wind kissed face. “Er..” It took him a moment to gather his mind and tune it back into the conversation, “I don’t know,” he responded, repositioning his gaze to said teacher. He recalled the man abruptly grabbing at him as he went to leave; recalled one of the students being hauled backwards with nothing but a glance. “He seems kind of annoying, but he looks like he knows a lot,” he expressed sincerely, bothered by how strict the man was but not dense enough to turn a blind eye to his capabilities “So maybe class will just be bad instead of horrible?” The corners of his lips quirked upwards again as he spoke, the smile he previously held on his face reappearing.
His pleasant expression nearly faltered as the girl asked her next question, but before he even had the time to wrack his brain for a response that he found suitable, he was saved by the bell- so to speak. Zephyr’s head rotated, seeking out the resounding noise that had silenced the rest of the room. As the students began to file out of the dojo, following Lu-Dao as they headed in the direction of the classrooms, he spared a glance back over at Saruki and tilted his head towards the parting group, a motion significative of a request to follow. “Walk with me?” he offered.
He regrouped with the rest of the students, filing in behind them just in time to hear the instructor ask for the delinquent students to take a seat at the front of the classroom. As if he were incapable of keeping a smile on his face for more than five minutes at at time, a disgruntled expression snapped onto his face near immediately. Sit in the front? Not even endeavoring to bite back the quiet groan that churned in his chest, he dragged himself to one of the front row seats and fell down into it. He figured that he’d strive to be somewhat agreeable, as he wasn’t exactly trying to get mindlessly drug around the room in front of his classmates. He had at least one other person to sit with- and perhaps if the people who would be sitting next to him were of congenial company this wouldn’t be so horrible. But honestly, who was to say that he’d be sitting there tomorrow?
Deathkitten
“Oh.”
He wasn’t positive what exactly it was that she was alluding to besides the fact that she wasn’t bothered by the ‘delinquent,’ label that this school had placed upon them and that he shouldn’t be either. “I just,” Zephyr gave a dismissive shrug, “just don’t like the word. If we’re important enough to have our own program, it should be called something better.” Something that didn’t make him feel like a criminal; he wasn’t one, was he? At the touch, his cheeks heated slightly, accentuating the flush of his naturally wind kissed face. “Er..” It took him a moment to gather his mind and tune it back into the conversation, “I don’t know,” he responded, repositioning his gaze to said teacher. He recalled the man abruptly grabbing at him as he went to leave; recalled one of the students being hauled backwards with nothing but a glance. “He seems kind of annoying, but he looks like he knows a lot,” he expressed sincerely, bothered by how strict the man was but not dense enough to turn a blind eye to his capabilities “So maybe class will just be bad instead of horrible?” The corners of his lips quirked upwards again as he spoke, the smile he previously held on his face reappearing.
His pleasant expression nearly faltered as the girl asked her next question, but before he even had the time to wrack his brain for a response that he found suitable, he was saved by the bell- so to speak. Zephyr’s head rotated, seeking out the resounding noise that had silenced the rest of the room. As the students began to file out of the dojo, following Lu-Dao as they headed in the direction of the classrooms, he spared a glance back over at Saruki and tilted his head towards the parting group, a motion significative of a request to follow. “Walk with me?” he offered.
He regrouped with the rest of the students, filing in behind them just in time to hear the instructor ask for the delinquent students to take a seat at the front of the classroom. As if he were incapable of keeping a smile on his face for more than five minutes at at time, a disgruntled expression snapped onto his face near immediately. Sit in the front? Not even endeavoring to bite back the quiet groan that churned in his chest, he dragged himself to one of the front row seats and fell down into it. He figured that he’d strive to be somewhat agreeable, as he wasn’t exactly trying to get mindlessly drug around the room in front of his classmates. He had at least one other person to sit with- and perhaps if the people who would be sitting next to him were of congenial company this wouldn’t be so horrible. But honestly, who was to say that he’d be sitting there tomorrow?
Deathkitten
YffreJephre
The High Druid & Chief Bard
James gave the baton another flip and went to put it away...
And got distracted by the blue-haired Aussie dropping a punching bag. He missed the wall mount and the baton clattered to the ground.
He picked it up and went to put it away when a loud snap similarly distracted him, causing the baton to be dropped again.
Boy, was he making a great first impression or whut?
After firmly and assuredly placing the baton in its proper place, James filed out the door with the others, making his way up the stairs.
Nobody likes taking the stairs. People who say they do are liars, and charlatans. James may not have been as focused now as he would otherwise be if full, but he could feel the pain of hundreds of tired students who've forced themselves up these stairs every morning.
By the time he reached the top, Jimmy was wheezing, dragging himself up by the handrail, and he slumped on the top step, catching his breath and reevaluating everything about his life.
Gee-golly-miss-molly was he making a great first impression or whuuuuuut?
Shaking off the unwanted manteling, he joined the others in the classroom, taking a seat on the opposite side of a boy with wind about his ears. (
elextrified
)
"Greetings, elf-friend!" He said in a tone suggesting the boy was a Lord of Great Importance. "What brings you to this row of the class?" He gestured, indicating the front row in general.
Despite himself, and his reportedly infallible Listening ability, he heard nothing the teacher had said since he was out on the landing.
And got distracted by the blue-haired Aussie dropping a punching bag. He missed the wall mount and the baton clattered to the ground.
He picked it up and went to put it away when a loud snap similarly distracted him, causing the baton to be dropped again.
Boy, was he making a great first impression or whut?
After firmly and assuredly placing the baton in its proper place, James filed out the door with the others, making his way up the stairs.
Nobody likes taking the stairs. People who say they do are liars, and charlatans. James may not have been as focused now as he would otherwise be if full, but he could feel the pain of hundreds of tired students who've forced themselves up these stairs every morning.
By the time he reached the top, Jimmy was wheezing, dragging himself up by the handrail, and he slumped on the top step, catching his breath and reevaluating everything about his life.
Gee-golly-miss-molly was he making a great first impression or whuuuuuut?
Shaking off the unwanted manteling, he joined the others in the classroom, taking a seat on the opposite side of a boy with wind about his ears. (
elextrified
)"Greetings, elf-friend!" He said in a tone suggesting the boy was a Lord of Great Importance. "What brings you to this row of the class?" He gestured, indicating the front row in general.
Despite himself, and his reportedly infallible Listening ability, he heard nothing the teacher had said since he was out on the landing.
Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
Sudo
Welcome to the school.
Just a friendly hello. :angel:
no
Enjoying your walk-around tour? You were a bit standoffish before.
elextrified
))
Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
Sudo
Welcome to the school.
Just a friendly hello. :angel:
... Who the hell is this?? "Sudo?" You a Linux fanboy tryin'a be "Anonymous" or somethin', mate?
I don't have a clue who you are, and I really don't like havin' sudden surprises like this. So let's cut to the chase: Whaddaya want?
Dude, hostile much? Specialty is tech, mate. Chill. I like Linux and penguins. Sudo seemed fitting.
Wanted to say welcome to the school, and did. Not some big deal. R U Aussie?
No response in two whole months. Woe is me.
Enjoyin' the school tour, freshie?
Osuka
))
Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
~Saruki~
The snap was incredibly jarring and annoying. Gods above, she was lucky this man wasn't her teacher and only her would-be parole officer. That was likely to be a thought she'd have again and again as time went on at this school. She'd be lucky for this or that, and be miserable in other things.What was her new friend talking about again? The snap had completely distracted her from the conversation. Damn it... Right, right. His response to what he thought of the teacher thus far was level-headed. A good response to have, a good sign. There was no use responding to it by the time she recalled it, however she did agree with the boy. This teacher seemed annoying, but also held himself in a way that suggested he had great knowledge. Was this man his actual teacher? Did he not know that she'd not have class with him? Had she mentioned that before? Damn... she hadn't. Oh well. He'd find out soon enough. Maybe she could even feign a sad response to get him to care more.
She nodded to his well-timed question and looked to her brother for a sort of confirmation before walking alongside the boy. Vurudial could handle himself, and perhaps he'd even be able to get a better idea of the teacher in the time they were given. In the meantime, according to Mister Lu, they'd have to sit in the front of the class. That made sense from both a teaching perspective and from the perspective of someone who had to make sure no fights or the like broke out. She didn't argue it and sat next to Zephyr, her brother on the other side of her after a moment.
The room was furnished in what couldn't have been typical chairs and decor... did he decorate it himself? She wasn't sure whether to be annoyed at the pompous teacher or to respect his design choices... since the room didn't really look bad. The weirdo had even abandoned his desk in the hall. Ah well, Vurudial would probably find his tech interesting. Maybe he'd take it apart to find out how it works when the teacher wasn't in? And the desk itself, probably...
Bleh... This next part didn't even have to do with her... She raised her hand and spoke almost immediately afterwards, not caring if she had actually been called on or not, "That information is all fine and well for those of us here that are part of the Element Manipulators, but I'm not. I'm only here because I'm a delinquent student. When do those of us not actually in your main class get to meet our respective teachers? Also, in what way are we expected to interact with and meet with you? How often? For what things? You're somewhat like a parole officer, or that's at least how I'm thinking of you in my mind, so I have no ideas as to how you might operate aside from as though you were one of those officers."
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Osuka
and... to anyone else, I will do Vurudial in a little bit, and he'll actually be open for interaction, for those of you who might be looking for a character to interact with. ))
Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
~Vurudial~
After he indicated the form that he and his sister would like to do, he did notice the teacher seemed a bit annoyed at the response, though he couldn't fathom for what reason. Had he been looking for some other style of fighting? Vurudial felt that the style he had chosen was versatile and could come in handy in multiple scenarios. Oh well...He looked at his sister as the man snapped his fingers. She was making a friend. Good. He'd be of use later. He'd not interrupt them yet. The man's snap was impressively loud, and unfortunately he doubted it was something he could simply learn how to do. It'd be silly to make some sort of machine to replicate such an effect. There was no way he could get it to be so small as to go unnoticed... though... it would be fun to do so regardless. Perhaps he'd try later.
He moved along with the group, behaving for the moment as he walked nearer to the teacher than to the back of the group. Vurudial felt as though the time spent with this teacher would be more useful, however, once he saw the man's nonexistent, holodesk space and their own desks. These would be wonderful to take apart... and maybe even to put back together, but their parts... oh their parts would be wonderful. He tapped the screen with genuine glee for a moment, playing with the buttons though none of the emotions played on his face. He had no questions for the teacher, nor any reason to bother his sister.
((Open for interaction!! If anyone is in need of someone to try to chat with, try this noodle.
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Shinu Tatsume
The Devoid One
Draxian looked at the new comer with lazy eyes and he mumbled "Show-off." As he kept waiting for the next thing to happen when he decided to make an attempt to get to know some people.
He came down to the ground and walked around until he saw Saruki. He walked over and asked "Man can you believe this dude? He really is trying something when it comes to getting attention. some people don't know what taking it too far is. Heh, luckily not many people in this class are like that...at least I hope so."
Draxian looked around nervously, read for a reaction such as 'why are you talking to me?' Or 'Get lost....you...Thing.'
He came down to the ground and walked around until he saw Saruki. He walked over and asked "Man can you believe this dude? He really is trying something when it comes to getting attention. some people don't know what taking it too far is. Heh, luckily not many people in this class are like that...at least I hope so."
Draxian looked around nervously, read for a reaction such as 'why are you talking to me?' Or 'Get lost....you...Thing.'
Blackrose7
True Black Rose Beauty
Serena was writing in her diary on the ground, because she was waiting for the tour to continue. 'I wonder what Mr. Lu-Dao will show us next, since it looks likes everybody said what they wanted to do here.' thought Serena.
As she was still writing in her diary, Lu-Dao finally told them that they were leaving to go somewhere else. 'Finally, and I can't wait to see the classroom.' thought Serena, as she got up, and follow her classmates.
Once she arrived at the classroom, Serena just listen to what Lu-Dao was saying about their classroom being a theory and application class. 'A theory and application class? That's interesting.' thought Serena, as she then sat next to Vurudial's desk.
Serena was messing with the buttons before looking at Vurudial. "Hiya. How are you?" said Serena, since she was pretty bored.
Deathkitten
As she was still writing in her diary, Lu-Dao finally told them that they were leaving to go somewhere else. 'Finally, and I can't wait to see the classroom.' thought Serena, as she got up, and follow her classmates.
Once she arrived at the classroom, Serena just listen to what Lu-Dao was saying about their classroom being a theory and application class. 'A theory and application class? That's interesting.' thought Serena, as she then sat next to Vurudial's desk.
Serena was messing with the buttons before looking at Vurudial. "Hiya. How are you?" said Serena, since she was pretty bored.
Deathkitten