Wynn watched the lavender haired girl a little longer, mostly wondering why they were talking about their cellphones in such a odd way when one of the teachers announced that the class would be starting and for every one to take a seat. The silver haired boy was already sitting so he did not have to worry. He noticed how many people were in the class and wondered if this was all that was in the class? He thought there would be more students but maybe some were late or skipping class? Oh well, it did not concern him in anyway. His blue grey like eyes watched as the rest of the students who were not sitting walk over to sit against the wall like the teacher asked. His eyes landed on the lavender haired girl once more, looking at her aura and had this feeling like he had seen it before… Maybe he had seen her walk through the halls and he just happened to remember her aura? Hard to say as Wynn saw lost of auras through out the day.
Though not only did her aura manage to catch his attention but her sudden change in attitude. When the girl first came into the classroom she was so cheerful but now she seemed upset about something? Did the red head or teacher say something to her to upset her? As the giro got closer to him and sat down beside him, he suddenly remembered where he had seen her now that he had a closer look at her. They had bumped into each other a few days after Wynn transferred here. They did not say much then, as they simple bumped into each other, apologies and went on their way but he remembered her smile and aura. The males eyes watched her for a few moments longer before they shifted back to the two teachers who were starting the class.
At first when Mitsuru started to explain that they would be hitting wooden dummies the task seemed fairly simple. Wynn was confident that he would be able to hit the dummies bit it was not that simple now was it? They wanted them to use their peculiarity with the weapon. Wynn watched carefully as Seiji picked up the bow and started to aim with no arrow? Then, all the sudden there was a gust of wind and their was a hole blown through the dummies head even though there was no bow. Then he picked up the throwing knifes which were soon covered in ice that made the dummies crumble into ice chunks… Now how the heck was Wynn going to do anything close like that with his peculiarity? All Wynn could do was tell how pure someone was and be a shield if someone was not pure. So what was he going to do? The whole reason why he signed up for this class was so he could defend himself because his peculiarity couldn't do much in a fight.
Wynn was going to remain seated until everyone was up and in a line so he wouldn't have to be first. Now way was he going to be one of the first ones to look like a idiot. The teen remained seated and glanced over at the girl beside him. She still seemed deep in thought and upset about whatever happened a few minutes ago. The silver haired boy let out a sight before giving the lavender haired girl a nudge with his elbow. " We better get in line." He said softly to her as he got up and walked over to be on of the first people in the 4 lines. He did not want to be, but he also did not want that girl to be just mopping there. He turned around to see if the girl had gotten up. If she had followed him and was now in his line or in anthers that was fine, but if she was still sitting there mopping he would be a little ticked that he came up here to be one of the first people in line when he did not want to be.
Location:Weapon's Training Class With: Students and Teachers Wearing: Student Uniform Mood: Fine and maybe slightly nervous? Status: Single Unicorn Purity Level: 78% OOC:
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2019 2:01 pm
Clouded gems stared downward at Beccular, their thumb glossing over the screen of the phone. It wasn’t clear what was churning in her head but the same word kept getting repeated over and over again. LIAR! It just hurt to be lied to with nothing coming to mind regarding the reason for such a deception. Despite a pair of eyes on her, Rebecca kept quiet most of the time. Clouded gems were fixated on her device, stroking it tenderly. It was like she was treated the phone as if it had gotten hurt. Ever since she found out that phones had a mind of their own, they have been treated differently. There was a soft sigh as the teachers indicated for the students to stand and participate. The gentle nudge had the Alaric member jumping in her seat. She had been so distracted with her thoughts that they had nearly forgotten about everything that was going on in the present. Alerted hues of blue looked at the long-haired boy. His face was familiar but not as recognizable as the long streams of silver that spilled out of his head. Becca had surely seen such length of hair in the hallways and classes before. Actually, now that she thought about it, the two did have previous classes with each other.
The tender-like tone in his speech helped clear this teen’s thoughts. ’Let’s focus on class right now Rebecca. Right now isn’t the time for bad thoughts right now. You have act like a good girl for just a little while longer.’ An inhale was taken before a long exhale was drawn out. Standing up, the girl moved over to stand right next to the boy named Wynn Foster. Becca recalled that name since they had done their introductions the week before. Hearing that name repeated three times was enough to have it stick in her mind. Seeing as no one else had stood, the orchid-colored girl proceeded to stand right behind the the pale teen. She could wait till it was her turn to do what was needed.
II▪Mood: I want class to be over soonII II ▫House: Alaric II II▪Where: Inside the Castle [Weapons Training Classroom]II II ▫With Who: Myself, Beccullar, Classmates, Wynn & ProfessorsII II▪Perviness:Explosion:50%->65%II II ▪Wearing: Alaric UniformII II▫Energy Levels: ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █100%II IIOut Of Chocolates: II
Yukari Akiyama Profile | Peculiarity: Live Ink | Appearance: School Uniform | Mood: Slightly cheerful Location: Weapon's Training | Companion(s): Nori, students and teachers | Holding: Phone Status: Taken | Voice | Theme "I'd love to see what your insides look like."
﹛ The week had gone by, a new week had started and Yukari for once hadn't exactly woken on time. She was beginning to wonder if she was taking after her boyfriend's habit of sleeping in, the boy must have been rubbing off on her. Though, she had to guess that she had gotten up before her room mate, because she hadn't seen any sign of him before she had left their room. She was sure they had class together, as she had seen him last week. Part of her had wanted to request the two walk together, get to know one another better. But, again, she was running late.
At least she wasn't the only late one. On her way to the classroom, she had stumbled across a 'lost sheep'. At least, that's what she joked when she had found Noriyo wandering the halls. You would have thought after a full week of classes, she would remember somewhat where her classes were. Or, at least, the other students so that she could just follow whomever looked familiar. "Come lamb." She teased, grabbing hold of the taller girl's wrist and tugging her along.
She had stumbled at first, stuttering out small words that Yukari didn't even listen to. With her taking Noriyo to class, maybe she could use that as a reasonable excuse for why they were a few seconds from just making it before the bell that would announce late students. Stepping into the room with Nori in tow, the LeVane girl's red eyes took notice that the students looked to be formed in groups.
"Good morning." She greeted happily, pushing Noriyo in front of her as the two girls stepped further into the room. "Might need to get this one a new map." She teased, watching Noriyo's cheeks go pink and her eyes flickered around the room. Both girls looked confused when their eyes focused on Seiji and Mitsuru, but Yukari didn't let it bother her long enough. No matter who was teaching, they'd still learn the same material, right? ﹜
Somehow on her trudge from her dorm to the large school grounds, there was a duck. Which, wouldn't be weird if there was more of a wildland or large body of water here at the school, or more ducks.. But this one seemed to be by itself and very lost. Or perhaps looking for someone? Either way, it was odd. With as much of a perplexed look as she could muster, Karei stared at the waterfowl as it stared right back at her, its dark eyes almost seeming as if they would stare into her soul-- and then, it charged. Quickly, the large bird quickly waddled as fast as it could muster up to her ankles and picked and bit at the socks she wore! Blinking, the female just watched as the duck with the anger of a thousand suns pulled and flung its head side to side as it attacked her socks. This sure was odd..
Setting her bag down, the slightly messy dressed LeVane girl went to bend down to pick the animal up or perhaps shoo it away-- and then it hit her, like usual, the sleepiness was just there, weighing heavy on her shoulders. If she over exerted herself now with busying herself with this animal, then there was no way that she would be able to use the stored energy for class today! With a gentle huff and a blow from the females breath to some of her bangs that fell before her eyes, Karei stood up once more and pushed on. Continuing behind her with thwomping waddles was the duck in hot pursuit. It wasn't long before the creature was tripping up her steps and yanking at the backs of her shoes. Another huff came from her lips- Karei wasn't one to rush to class, she couldn't use the energy to hurry or she would never make it, it was best to show up and get the attendance for the day and pass out there from her narcolepsy, not fall to the slumber outside! That would obviously cause some kind of panic. Plus, she would lose her perfect attendance. That was a no-no.
It all came tumbling down. With a hard pull from the animal at her feet, the show slipped from her ankle and caused the girl to topple forwards after scuffing her feet over the shoe itself. With an emotionless "--Ah." of a 'scream', the blonde was rushing towards the ground. Jutting her arms out, she tried to catch herself as best as she could but it still ended up with her falling to the ground, just without her face hitting the cobblestone walkway.. "Phew. Close." Staring down at the cracks between stone and grass, she remained still and blinked a few times before-- Whomp! The blonde fell to the side without another sound, a gentle breathing from her lips as she rolled onto her back on the ground in a deep slumber.
"Zzz...zzz..z..zzz.."
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Oh man, this prank was genius! Though, losing her phone in the process was not the plan, this was gonna be good! Gentle giggles left the dual-colored girls lips as she inched herself down the tree trunk after having climbed up it. A few more shimmies down and finally she hopped down to solid ground with a more-then-proud look on her face. Racing over to a spot under the tree, she grabbed the cellular device that had slipped from its spot within her bag pocket and checked it over-- "Pheeewww~! I can't beleaf you made it without breaking~ Thank goodness, or I would have been a sappy mess! Nowwww..." Another proud smile as she dusted off the device, she looked up towards her work-- most of the branches held rubber ducks on them, well balanced on the tips and thick branches of the tree, enough so that if someone were to come by and rest against the tree- Timber! Down would come the rain of rubber ducks! Oh man, was it gonna be a good one! There was enough of a wind to cause a nice breeze, but not enough to knock the ducks over. Oh man, was it going to be great! Giving herself a pat on the back, the girl grabbed the backpack she threw down after her phone fell. She honestly had the thought to teleport and quickly grab the cellular device before it hit the ground, but there was no way she wanted to get caught by whatever teacher could be roaming around.. So she had to opt for it falling and pray to whatever god that it wouldn't break. Looking to said technology, she saw the many messages her sister had sent her, then, those dual-colored eyes flicked to the top right of her screen-- Class was going to start soon! With some ungodly screech, Shiromi looked around her with frantic panic. "Mr.Firequacker! Where are you?! You gotta quill in the fountain or go back to the dorm! I'm gonna count to three, and if you aren't here, I'm gonna kick your butt later! One... Two.. I need to gooooo! I'll quack you later, you stinky duck, I have class!"
Groaning under her breath, the pinkette-brunette mix started off in a sprint across the grass to the nice walkway provided by the school that lead in the many directions that often got her confused, but thankfully, she did in fact, know the way this time. Though.. Something blocked her path, or more so, someone- and an indication of duck feathers gave her the idea of the culprit. Leaning down next to the girl's body, Shiro poked at Karei's cheek a few times. "Helllllllooooo? Are you dead? Well.. This is a preduckament.. I think you are in my class? Oh! I know! Even if you aren't, you'll be a great excuse if I am late! Let's go, Sleeping Beauty!" With a perky smile, Shiromi found herself lifting the girl up in what you would call 'bridal' or 'princess' style, which wasn't hard considering she grew up often picking up her own bodies off the ground and growing up with a sibling who could really put on some weight in their flying reptilian form! Getting a good hold, Shiro giggled at the blonde and how the body jostled in her arms. This girl was pretty heavy for sleeping.. or maybe she really was dead? Oh man, would a dead body be a good prank or.. Wait, no. Would it be panic? But, what if it was the girls peculiarity? Well, there would be a teacher in her class, they are an adult and can do something!
With a brisk pace, the Rotavele student made her way to the class. With a stable yet slightly heaved breathing from the lifting, Shiromi made her way down the halls allowing the odd stares from the other students whom she passed by until she actually made it to the door of the class- finally!!! Moving her arms under the other girls body and adjusting her wrists a bit, she shuffled around to get a hand on the doorknob and open up the classroom. Losing her balance though, was not part of the plan. With some kind of squeak, Shiro fumbled and stumbled forward until she dropped the female student in her arms on the ground, tripped over the girl, and knocked over into another female student- one she knew! Gripping onto the girls clothes to stop the two from completely falling over, the heterachromic girl smiled up at the violet haired Alaric student. "Becca! I had a great trip!" Laughing at her own joke, like usual, the female looked around the room.. Once again, she had made a 'grand scene' like before. Perhaps that was going to be her new quirky thing? Nah! Shiromi still loved her puns and would stick to them! Taking the hand of the other girl to steady her, she firmly planted her feet, noting the teachers. "No way! Pink Eyes! You're gonna be the teacher?! Oh man, this is gonna be a trip!"
Continuing to hold the hand of the other female, Shiromi thought nothing of it as she looked for her twin, her dual-colored eyes scanning the room until finding her off by herself-- no way? That couldn't be. Ko was usually bubbly and was making friends! Happily, the girl squeezed the others hand and dragged her over to her sibling. "Kooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! You wouldn't believe the Rebecculous thing Firequacker did! I think he killed that student. Or scared her so bad she fell asleep.." Pointing to the female she had dropped earlier, she stood happily next to the student she pulled close to her. Maybe Ko would feel better that she brought a friend over?
People kept filing in one after the other. Some seemed to be friends with others, some seemed to be strangers. Didn't really matter to him, he was a stranger to everyone. His roommate was the only person his age that he could talk to, but they were very different people and didn't seem to associate much. But for once he didn't really care about the isolation, he was much too absorbed in the sparring going on at the front of the room. When it had just been the two teachers, it was almost like a dance: partners knowing the other's moves and reacting in synch with them. Then when Prom joined in, the sparring felt almost like battle, and though they were amicable, it almost felt like they were playing for blood now. He didn't think he would see such sport at this dilettante academy, figured it would all be regulated orderly combat at best. It seemed Prom won the match after an early setback, which pleased both student and teacher. Well, one teacher at least. The taller of the two did not seem to be pleased with the antics, yet he did not move in to stop it. Was there some sort of history between the three of them, something that would allow them to coexist so well despite the different personalities? No way he was ever going to know, but it was curious to think about. The end of the match marked the beginning of class apparently, as students were filing towards the back and teachers were taking center stage.
And...there was an onslaught of English. He could pick out enough phrases to understand that they were training with weapons and powers, and there were a certain number of lines forming? He would wait for others to act, just so he knew what they were doing. His meticulous thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Pink seemed to notch nothing into the bow, yet when he released, the target dummy was hurled against the wall. He couldn't help it, he gasped in delight and continued to watch the display with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. Next the pink warrior picked up a simple little throwing knife, but if the man's destructive power with an arrowless bow was any indicator, that puny little knife could become a lethal weapon. He saw the spidery veins of ice forming on the blade, which seemed like an odd choice as wouldn't the cold make the metal weaker? But he had faith in the man, and his faith was rewarded; as soon as the blade struck the target, ice shot out of the wound and encapsulated the victim as it continued expanding, soon the force of the ice was too much and the target burst into tiny ice shavings. That was so awesome! Had the man ever been on a battlefield? If so, he must have been a veritable nightmare! Even now watching the man ravage training dummies, he could feel the awe, respect, and tinge of fear growing for the man. It didn't seem like there was going to be an attack with the other two weapons, but he watched in awe as they morphed from standard weapons to something mighty. There were more words that followed, but he didn't really pay attention to them, he was too busy trying to figure out how to best show off his own skills. Were he to get a powerful warrior like that man to teach him, he would be unstoppable.
It seemed afterwards the line thing he had barely heard about was set in motion. He quickly formed his own line, so that he would be first up. Unfortunately, he wasn't as smooth in this as he had hoped. He had to dodge the damn cat that followed Becca around everywhere. No one else could see the spirits, so he probably looked the fool trying to dodge something that wasn't even there. He wasn't entirely sure how to involve his peculiarity, but he would work it out. So focused was he, that he didn't even pay attention to the flamboyant chick carrying the dead chick to class
With:Mr. Purple, students, and the Pink WarriorxxxxxxSpirits:Becca's catxxxxxxLocation:Weapons ClassxxxxxxOoc:__
Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2019 8:31 pm
Well, it seemed that the nudge that he gave the Alaric girl worked. The girl got up and went into a line, his own line. He simple gave her a soft smile before turning his head to look back at the dummies. Now the real matter was at hand… He wanted to be one of the last ones to go so he knew what exactly he was meant to do. Knock the head off, he understood that but using his peculiarity was what was flustering the male a little. The Rotavele student let out a sigh as he looked at the weapons, picking up the spear. He had never handled a spear before but he has handled a lance before. Back in Wales, Wynn studied the rare art of the lance from jousting to battling with the lance. It was a weapon that most would not think of to use but it was the weapon Wynn was best using.
The spear was the closest thing to a lance so it would have to do. The silver haired boy was not comfortable in using any other weapon as he was not familiar with them. Wynn waited for the teachers to give the okay to attack or give further interactions on what to do when someone came into the room, holding a girl. It was all so sudden that the next thing that the girl who was carrying the other girl, dropped her, tripped over her and knocked into the lavender haired girl that was behind him. Quickly, the young male put his arm out behind the Alaric female, to make sure she did not fall. Wynn looked at the pink and brunette haired girl who bumped into Becca as she called her. Wait a minute, Wynn knew that aura. This girl was in his class from yesterday and she also came late to class yesterday.
Wynn was about to ask the two if they were okay when the pink and brunette haired girl pulled away Becca to another classmate. Well… They seemed fine? It seemed like they were friends so maybe this would help the Alaric girl cheer up? Better then what he could anyway most likely. Letting out a sigh, Wynn was about to turn back to the dummy when he noticed the blonde girl that the other had dropped. Wait was she just going to leave her there and act like she had not just dropped a student and tripped over her!?
Location:Weapon's Training Class With: Students and Teachers Wearing: Student Uniform Mood: Maybe slightly nervous? Status: Single Unicorn Purity Level: 78% OOC:
A lot was going on today but who was to blame? A little recap needed to happen as a downtrodden girl stood in line with a lot happening at once. The morning seemed fine, tame, with nothing out of place. Beccullar seemed have had a full charge, which meant that her listening buddy was good to go! There was that strange nightmare but it probably didn’t mean anything. Coming to class didn’t seem to trigger anything either. No, everything seemed to happen in the classroom. Yes, seeing a familiar orchid haired man was still….confusing, to say the least, but she tried to act like a student. ’And students don’t date teachers.’ Despite what the latest anime show may have implied, even the world of imagination made it clear that such a relationship wasn’t appropriate. Well, if anything could help her learn a lesson then anime was her sensei of Life. Still, at least the teenager tried to look okay. Even if it meant shoving down any reminiscence of their past, it was probably better to not inconvenience the man any further.
The biggest spark to this day was the lie. Had Rebecca been a more perceptive child, she may have noted the joking undertone in her self-appointed friend’s words. No. It went right over her head as those bluebells focused on one thing only: A Lie. Maybe if it had been someone else, it wouldn’t have bothered her so much. She would have just stayed away from them or grow more distant. Prom Prom was different. To the infected child, he was special. The Cyberlinguist was a one-of-a-kind in many different ways, something that only a few could truly grasp. Sadly, there may be some who would interpret her affections as something shallow and/or a cry for attention. This Shusona found something in him that made him more unique than everyone else but relatable on so many different levels. Hence, why she was so shook about the lie. Gripping Beccullar for emotional support, she was now standing in line to throw the weapon. It was here that a new development happened.
Either someone was playing with some colorful dyes or there really was someone so uniquely colored coming in the classroom. Such a distinct color pattern was able to etch it’s way into the head of violet. Despite only having two classes together, she recognized Shiromi Hitoashi. The blonde that was being carried couldn’t be recalled all too well except that they were often seen sleeping. If her eyes were deceiving her then she could have sworn that there were duck patterns on the sleeping beauty’s person. Recognizing the two girl did not end there on the list of surprises.
The multicolored teen bumped and immediately recognized the Alaric member. It was thanks to Wynn that she didn’t fall flat on her a**. The kind gesture was given a nod while her attention shifted back to the energetic classmate. The manner in which they addressed the head of violet seemed to imply that they may have known each other. ’Well, we do have classes together. Maybe she is the super friendly type?’ It was a very plausible explanation, especially given how they threw one joke after the other. A small smile crept on the 18-year-old’s face at the puns along the manner in which this Hitoashi perceived the world. Then suddenly, the world began to blur. It must have been the intensity and the shock of being pulled by the other. They called forth towards the dragon girl while another timely planned pun was added in. It was silly enough to have Becca come out of her stoop and focus on the present. She was lost when a name, Firecracker, was dropped but maybe this wasn’t where she would interject. It seemed like the two girls knew each other.
Well, class had to proceed. Now that she wasn’t distracted, she had to provide results for the lesson. Rebecca stepped up to the table and immediately picked the weapon that was most familiar to her: knives. Her reflection gleamed, displaying that the objects were well taken care of. If their memory could recall correctly then she needed to hit the dummy with the blade. With no further thoughts incentivizing her actions, the dagger was thrown straight into the dummy’s neck. Did she have to stop there or keep going? Glancing at the others, it seemed that people threw enough to land a few hits on the wooden object. Picking up two more blades, each were thrown straight into the target’s head and chest. That seemed sufficient enough for the part that didn’t require any use her ability.
Now came the hard part, when she needed to use her peculiarity. The girl was still adverse to using it but maybe imbuing the power of Time into the dagger wouldn’t be a dead giveaway about her capabilities. When it came time for everyone to use their peculiarity, she stood on the sidelines till an ample enough of people had their turn. Everyone had an interesting way of pouring their peculiarity into a weapon. Some clearly stood out from the crowd while others didn’t display anything that was flashy to be recognizable. As her turn came up she took in a few deep breaths. The familiar texture of the handle of the knife was felt. Closing her eyes, Rebecca tried to extend her power into this object. It was such a odd sensation as her peculiarity explored the shape of the inanimate object. Nothing could be seen with the naked eye but the teenager could feel her peculiarity around the knife. Maintaining that power over the object required a different concentration that she wasn’t accustomed to. But this wasn’t what the lesson was supposed to teach. The girl would have to throw this knife at the dummy. The problem was that she had no means of determining what would happen. All the Alaric member could do was have faith that this would work.
A deep breath was taken as the knife was sent flying at the dummy’s heart. Something….odd happened. Rebecca was expecting the dummy to not change the slightest with the exception of a blade coming out of its heart. That wasn’t the case. There was no knife in the dummy but a hole where the object sliced through. Looking at the wall behind the target, a knife was quite deep in the flat surface. All that stuck out was the knife’s handle. ”I’m so sorry Professors!” Rushing over to the table, it took quite a few tries till the knife could be yanked from its spot in the classroom hole. She wondered if she could just paint over the hole or maybe put some small cement into it. There was no way the girl wanted to accumulate debts like a certain feline had once done. Returning back to the seating area, this Shusona refrained from any more knife throwing throughout the entire class period. One reason was that Rebecca was still sensitive about using Chronus’ ability, another being that she felt ashamed at her action. ’I feel like I’m in trouble. How much does a wall cost? Do I have to work extra shifts at the cafe?’ Her mind grew jumbled at the potential cost of the damaged school property
When the bell rung, Rebecca proceeded to get her stuff organized. Those bluebells casted themselves at the Cyberlinguist but no words were actually spoken to them. A sigh escaped her mouth as she fiddled with her bag.
II▪Mood: I’m too young to get into debtII II ▫House: Alaric II II▪Where: Inside the Castle [Weapons Training Classroom]II II ▫With Who: Myself, Beccullar, Classmates, & ProfessorsII II▪Perviness:Explosion:65%->60%II II ▪Wearing: Alaric UniformII II▫Energy Levels: ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █100%II IIOut Of Chocolates: II
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2019 11:54 pm
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Katze Allemon-Schatten
Bansheeava
Hope the kind
The-DJ-Ghost
Tala Maxwell
This is Mitsuru, Seiji and Prom | Our Occupations: Music and Art Teacher, Practitioner of the Arts Teacher and Cerretti Student | Are we taken?: No, Yes, by Ander LeVane and No Do we have preferences?: Both sexes, Men only and Both sexes | We are feeling: Relaxed, In a good mood and Wide awake/Pleased | Who are we with?: Seiji/Students, Mitsuru/Kokyu/Prom and Seiji/Kyu/Mitsuru | Where are we?: Inside the Castle - Weapon Training Classroom | What are our suits?: Mitsuru's Hero suit, Seiji's Hero Suit and Prom's hero suit suit | OOC: I feel like my post is really bad....
The parenthesis mean that they are speaking in Japanese.
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Mitsuru watched as students started to stand up, his body towering over everyone; so he easily saw the hand raise.”That is a good question. Right now, I do not want you to worry about using a peculiarity at all. Please do not even try, I don't want to see anyone get hurt if you don't have control. For now, just practice with your weapons. As for your peculiarity, everyone can learn to use their peculiarity as an advantage when fighting or using weapons. Like me for example. I am what you would call, clairvoyant. I can see or hear anyone from any distance just by knowing the location either through image or being there in person at least 2 times. I can also follow a person's whereabouts if needed, but that takes more focus. Anyways, I can use that with my weapons to see if I hit my mark from long ranges.” Seiji spoke up in this, adding to the man's statement.”He could use such a peculiarity for also seeing his blind spots when fighting. That comes in handy to use in time with your weapon.” Mitsuru gave them all a kind smile as he nods in agreement.”For now, that isn't something you have to worry about. But, if you are ever interested or have questions, I will be here for 30 minutes to an hour after class to answer any more questions or even help you with your weapon.”
Seiji makes his way over towards the lines as two more people come in, his face showing irritation before he was elbowed by a grinning red head and smirked back. Ruffling Prom's hair, the teacher nudges him towards the weapons.”Late as always I see Miss Hitoashi. Right now we are getting into teams to see your skills with these weapons. Pick a line.” Prom went to a random line to pick up his weapon and practice each one. He already knew that what he needed to work on the most, was his ability with the bow. If the event was any indication that he just sucked at that.
The class was going on without much of an issue right up until Rebecca went. Mitsuru sighs softly as Seiji piped up.”Rebecca! No peculiarities!” He said with a frown before Mitsuru pat Seiji's arm with a sigh.”It is okay. Please don't use your peculiarities okay? It isn't safe to do so right now." She moved to sit again and Seiji kept a closer eye on the students, making sure that they didn't disobey what Mitsuru said so they could avoid injuries. The teacher made his way over to the girl after, his body crouching down in front of her. "Don't worry about the hole Rebecca. Seiji put a giant hole in the wall too, so I plan to come back later and fix it. No worries." He assured with a small smile before he stood up again and made his way back over towards the students.
Not long after that, the class was being dismissed and Mitsuru was left feeling worried for the next class. He kind of hoped that the rightful teacher took back over so he didn't have to worry about whether or not he was doing okay. Was he going to feel as nervous with his own class? He really hoped not."I want you guys to try and work with your weakest weapon, in the next class, we will be focusing on what you are weakest in." He announced as the students left the room. Seiji pat him on the back with a grin as the redhead made his way over to his stuff and the teacher left the room with his."You weren't bugging me today. Something wrong?" He asked Rebecca after he packed up his stuff, his pants on his shoulder as his head tilt to the side. "We should probably head to work."
It made Patrick feel that little bit better to hear that the teacher thought his question was a good one and he was reassured that their Peculiarities didn't need to be used in today's lesson. He found it fascinating to hear about Mitsuru's ability, but couldn't help but think that if it came down to a manhunt, any further interaction with the man meant there would be someone who would know where he was... He shook the thought from his mind though - Fresh Start, remember? There was nothing that was going to go wrong, nothing that was going to happen which would end up in him being dragged from the Academy, it would be like living with his family again, people would understand and wouldn't be afraid of him...
It was as the students began to line up to take their turns that the Curse-Giver would realise he'd lost himself in unnecessarily self-destructive thoughts and quickly found himself an unpaired space to wait... Already, one of the other students had decimated another of the Dummies, but hearing a kind correction from the tutor after they had shouted, Patrick simply watched and waited for his turn.
There was no denying the weapon he'd choose - he'd already shown his ability with the Bow before when he'd taken to the Archery range, but at least there was no chance of hitting any wildlife to distract his attention this time...He'd overheard someone making a lot of duck puns, but didn't let that turn his attention away as he finally reached the front of the line.
The move was simple, lift the bow, knock an arrow into place, take a brief aim - and shoot. He felt a small smile tweak at the corner of his lips as the projectile hit its target right between the eyes, there was no decapitation of the dummy's head, but the reassuring thunk that reached his ears and obviously the sight of the arrow stuck in place was rewarded with a nod from the male who then set the bow back down and turned away - Although he'd dabbled with the other weapons in the past, his confidence remained with the bow and having taken his turn, he would make his way to the side, out of the way until the class was dismissed.
Now all he had to do was work out which weapon was his weakest for the next lesson... He'd played with blades before - a cousin was quite the dab-hand at throwing knives and had shown him a thing or two, but it needed work... He'd tried spear-fishing in the past, but believed they meant long-range...so again, something that most likely needed work... The sword however, this would be fresh... He'd seen an Uncle's Smithing work when his family had passed through villages along their travels, but had only ever watched the weapons being created... Perhaps this would be where he could begin? Either way, as the class came to an end, Patrick would take his leave - his intention to head back to his room and perhaps note all the day's happenings down in his diary...
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◆ Watching the other students form into lines, there was another thought already beginning to bother her. While Mitsuru didn't say to use their peculiarities during class, it wasn't like the dragon girl could think of how her peculiarity would help her in using a weapon. Any sword or knive would be too small in her large dragon claw. That would be something that she would have to address with the two teachers, as they had to be smart enough to come up with a solution.
The next thing that happened was so fast, she had to blink her eyes a few times to make sure that she was seeing right. Her dear sister had come barreling into the class and right into Rebecca, speaking quickly and dropping a figure she held in her arms. She was then grabbing the violet haired teen and dragging her over to where Kokyu had been. Her body tensed up briefly, her eyes focused on the girl she had thought was her friend, before refocusing on Shiromi when she mentioned that a student might be dead due to a duck.
"Firequacker killed a student?" She asked, before moving around Shiro and Becca to go check on the blonde laying on the floor. Nudging her gently with the toe of her shoe, Kokyu took notice that she was still breathing. That was good, because she wasn't sure what the staff would do with her twins pet duck if the little fella had killed someone. Kneeling, she tilted her head to look at the sleeping face. "Oh! It's you!"
It was clear she knew the other student, having seen Karei a few times sleeping in random locations of the school. Nodding her head, she gave the blonde's head a gentle pat. Well aware that Karei slept often, the purple haired female's earlier worries of her being dead had quickly dissipated.
The rest of the class seemed to go fairly decently, Kokyu tried not to dwell on her earlier concerns. When the students were dismissed, Kokyu turned her attention back towards the dual haired female. "I need to ask Pinky a question, if you wanted to wait for me." She let her sister know, before she walked over to where both teachers were standing. ◇
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And so began the lull of the day. Sky was off in thought as the many students would have their usual small talk. Friends talking to friends, Prom being his usual self, but Sky hadn't really payed attention all that much. If anything, he was actually spending more time on his phone than anything else. Skateboarding was always his favorite past time whenever it came to after class. He would always be seen out there skating through the streets. It's strange, because here he's virtually stuck in this castle, doing nothing but homework. Oh crap!! That Perk History homework! Sky would suddenly remember. He knew he needed to get that finished. Maybe Candace has it done? He would say to himself. It didn't help that Sky was being overly loud. Even worse when he was soon to be next on the line. What was his weakest weapon? Up until now, he never really used any weapons. In his hometown, everyone would usually practice with guns. Sky remembered the firing range, where his foster father would teach him how to shoot most of the guns. Especially the old double barrel shotgun that he kept mounted on the wall. Those days were simpler. Eh!? Without even realizing it, Sky was up next. Looking at the row of weapons, he wondered what to pick. There were an array of swords ranging from ones that knights used, to samurai swords that he would see in certain antique stores. These were obviously more effective, as well as a bow and arrow. Sky never did take archery before. And after what the person in front of him displayed, he can't really top that. Picking up a hatchet, Sky more or less knew how to use one. With careful aiming, Sky would pull his arm back with the hatchet, and would lunge it at full force to the direction of the dummy. There, it would twirl through the air before jamming deep by the blade into the chest of the dummy. If it was a real person, it would rupture their organs horribly... Good thing he doesn't use weapons. With a smile, Sky stepped off the line, and congratulated himself before class would finish. He really needed to get that homework finished!
For a head of orchid, the talk about not using their peculiarity must have passed right over her head. It might have been spoken during her downtrodden times. It was embarrassing when she was called out. A sense of shame completely washed over her features while her bluebells focused on the ground. Though no one told her so, Rebecca had punished herself with a small timeout. That sensation of disobeying orders was odd. A bit of her felt kind of delighted but then scared of the consequences! It was making her feel a bit down in the dumps till a BFG’s words cut through the class. Yes, Seiji’s authoritative words reverberated in her being but Mitsuru had a way of making her feel at ease. Looking at him, she was reminded what this man meant to her. Not in the romantic sense but more so the reason why she started something with him. His figure was reflected in those bright gems as he spoke in a comforting tone. A calm smile naturally appeared on her lips as her eyes attained a gentle nature to them. ’He is still very kind and considerate. Okay Rebecca! I’m going to go and help Mitsuru when I have time after work today!’ The girl gave herself a little bit of a boost in confidence as she affirmed her decision. She wanted to repay him in any way that she could. Fixing a hole in the wall should be an easy thing to do!
While pulling her belongings away, a different tone of voice caught her attention. Light blueberries immediately glanced towards the glasses wearer as they talked to her. That felt so new! ’Prom Prom talked to me first!’ The shock was pretty big. She had often thought of herself as the annoying person who came to him first. To see him come to her AND with a question about her earlier behavior was something new. ”Mhm.” She gave a small nod as she confirmed that something had been amiss. ”Can we talk privately about it?” Those unclouded lenses shifted towards his pants before looking down at his lower half. Safe to say that it didn’t leave a lot of room for imagination about a certain area. Did it bother the girl? No. Make her hot and heavy? No. Did it remind her of a certain pink fury and what she said about them during The Festival? Yes, yes it did. She was a strange girl but at least that didn’t deter people from approaching her. ”Is that okay?” Becca commented in regards to the private talk. The backpack was placed on her shoulders as the two exited out of the classroom. A wave was given to the teachers and some students before she disappeared with Prom Prom.
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Her eyes were kept on the door as a few more students poured in. She recognized the violet-haired girl, since they had several other classes together. What was her name again? Rebecca? Anyway it seemed like she was talking to her cell phone, which Carrie found rather odd. But who was she to judge. She continued to listen in on the class and when the teacher’s spoke up- all of her senses focused on them. Unsure how to feel about the lesson on practicing weapons on dummies. Especially since it was just the other day that she was sort of showing off her throwing skills. She always hated to use other weapons other than her own crystals. They were always a lot more dense than her crystal knives and it was harder to throw them.
After watching her teacher’s performance of various peculiarities combined with the weapons, Carrie would wait before heading into the line of students for practice. Suddenly, a few students had waltzed in through the door very late. The raven-haired girl she could recognize from the games and her very noisy roommate was in her class as well. The other two she didn’t know at all. The redhead proceeded to get in line behind Rebecca and the silver haired male, since she sort of knew them better than anyone else. Well, actually- that wasn’t entirely true. But she really didn’t have any official friends at all in the school. Realizing this, she let out a big sigh. It seemed like Rebecca used her peculiarity in throwing the weapon and one of the teacher’s had to reassure her that it was okay. Once it was Carrie’s turn up with the dummy, she chose the weapon that she was the best at using- of course- it was the throwing knives. Getting a feel for them first, holding them in her hand and getting a feel for the weight, she could tell how hard she needed to throw them. The girl threw the dagger towards one of the dummies, aiming for the neck, but it ended up landing just a little above on the dummie’s face. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, knowing she could do better than that. So she picked up another knife and tried again, it landed just on the line of the neck. Her only problem is that the teacher had informed them to use the weapons to cut off the head of the dummy. At this rate, it would take her hours to get the task done.
Luckily enough for her, the bell rang. And just before students started to pour out of the class, their teacher spoke out to them about next week’s class- where they would be focusing on the weapons that they were the weakest at. The announcement made her frown. She hated to focus on things that she was weak at, she just couldn’t approach the task with a good mood. And soon enough, her classmates were already ready to get out of the class and get on with the rest of their day. Seeing everyone leave so quickly, and a few even in pairs, it just reminded her of the fact that she didn’t have any friends to hang out with. Sure, she could go back to what she normally does- sit alone somewhere and read her books. But even Carrie would get lonely. Maybe she could grab someone real quick to hang out with? Everyone was leaving already though, so what was she to do? The redheaded girl grabbed the shirt of the nearest person to her, which happened to be the silver-haired boy that she knew from her other class. "Hey! Ah, uhm..," she mumbled, struggling to find words. Her cheeks almost turned the same shade as her hair as she realized just how embarrassing this situation was. She didn’t think far ahead enough to figure out what to say! ”Do you, uhm.. Want to.. Work on homework together?” And this was probably the exact reason why she didn’t have any friends. She didn’t know how to talk to anyone!
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The teacher finally explained that they did not have to use their peculiarity int todays class which not only seemed to relieve Wynn but a good part of the class as well. Now the Welsh teen could focus on using his skills to dismember the head from the body of the dummy. Though, Wynn was not sure if he could as he was not using his lance, just a spear. It would have to do as there was no other better option for Wynn. The silver haired teen turned to the dummy with spear in hand and looked at his target. Taking in a deep breath, Wynn ran as fast as he could towards the dummy and with all his strength, he jousted the spear into the neck of the dummy like a lance. The spear went through the dummies neck and Wynn managed to even left the dummy off the ground but he was not able to remove the head… Narrowing his eyes at the dummy he put the dummy down and placed his foot on the dummies chest before pulling out the spear.
The spear was much lighter then a lance so it would be something he would have to get use to. Maybe he should of gone with a sword? it would be a little heavier but not long enough to the Welsh boys liking. Letting out a sigh, the boy rubbed the back of his neck and went back to the line and waited for his turn again, watching the other students go as he waited. It seemed that not only he was having troubles taking the head off of a dummy which made him feel a little better. He noticed the girl named Rebecca go but it seemed that she ended up using her peculiarity, which ended up making a hole into the wall. The silver haired student blinked, a little surprised by the action and did not totally understand what happen. It seemed that the action upset the girl but her friends and one of the teachers were quick in action to assure her it was fine. She must of been at this academy since the first semester seeing as it seemed that everyone knew her or at least most people did.
Soon enough, class was over and the students were free for the rest of the day. In the end, Wynn was not able to a head off of a dummy. He was close a couple times but that was about it. Then again he was not really using the spear in the prober use. Next class they would be using weapons that they were not good at in which case would be the throwing knives. Wynn had never used them before so that would be his weapon for next week. He could already see himself failing at using them. Maybe he should try using them before next weeks class so he does not look like a total fool?
The silver haired boy put the spear back where he got it from and was ready to leave the classroom. He was thinking about going back to his dorm to just study but he also felt a little hungry… Maybe he would go to the cafeteria and grab something to eat while studying? Little bit of change rather then always studying in his room. He had just grabbed his bag and was ready to leave when someone grabbed his shirt. " Huh?" Turning his head, he noticed that the red haired girl from his class yesterday was the one who grabbed his shirt. He blinked, a little confused why she suddenly reached out to him and now seemed so flustered about it? He waited patiently for her to speak as he face seemed to only get redder. The girl managed to say what she wanted to say which was that she wanted to do homework together. " Homework? Uh… Okay sure." Wynn said as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. " I was on my way to the cafeteria, do you want to do it there?" He didn't really care where they did their homework or study but it was a little odd that this girl wanted to do homework with him all the sudden. The two have never talked to one another so why ask him to do homework together? He thought about it for a minute and he realized that they did not even know each others name." Wynn Foster." Giving her a soft smile, the boy reached his hand out for her to shake. It seemed that the two had at least two classes together so might as well get to know her know seeing he did not really know any one else.
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Damn, even little miss awkward had explosive firepower? Was this some sort of tinderbox academy? While he was not going to label it as hardcore, he was at least a little more curious about the place and its students. He didn't quite get the memo about no powers, but then again his weren't super flashy like some others. Well, he might not have been able to make dents in the wall or anything like that, but he would make sure that the dummy he attacked would be the most destroyed then, and he had just the plan to do it. He started off with the bow and notched three arrows at the same time. Ever so quietly, he was singing to the termites, instructing them to climb aboard the arrows. For now, they were only spirits, so they would not be thrown off when the arrows plunged into their targets, rather it would throw a good number of the termites inside of the dummy. The arrows plunged straight into where an eye socket would be, into the throat, and into the chest. As soon as they landed, he lent a little energy to the termites, turning them corporeal. Picking up the spear, he invited wood roaches to climb aboard, then with a few artful whirls of the spear to gain momentum, he stabbed it into the target and pulled it up, neatly cutting open a large swath of its midsection. Once the roaches were in place, he made them too corporeal. The sword was sunk into the chest and twisted, depositing a load of wood bores soon made corporeal. He gave a slight pause before picking up the dagger, noting how the target swayed upon its base. Nonchalantly he flicked the dagger into the target, intentionally aiming for the hilt to hit the chest, just as the dagger was falling to the ground, the dummy disintegrated into a pile of sawdust and a wave of bugs rushed out, losing their solidness as they reached the outside wall. It wasn't flashy, but no one else had reduced theirs to dust.
After class, he had meant to talk to Becca, but she seemed to get dragged all over the place. Oh well, what he had to say wasn't that important, he could just wait until they had a spare moment.
