The weapons training arena might not look like much but it is a state of the art training arena. It has plenty of space to train on every possible weapon you can think of. It can be set up to train with swords and at a push of a button ready to train with guns.
Class instructor is: Emma Swan
Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2019 10:40 pm
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This is Mitsuru and Seiji | Our Jobs: Music and Art Teacher and Practitioner of the Arts Teacher | Are we taken?: No and Yes, by Ander LeVane Do we have preferences?: Both sexes and Men only | We are feeling: Nervous and In a good mood | Who are we with?: Seiji and Mitsuru | Where are we?: Inside the Castle - Weapon Training Classroom | What are our suits?: Mitsuru's Hero suit and Seiji's Hero Suit | OOC: Sorry it is meh
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"((Hmm? Is the normal teacher Japanese?))" The man inquired as the two walked into the room. As Mitsuru looked around the classroom, he could agree that it did kind of look very Japanese inspired. He merely shrugged as he made his way over towards the back to set down his stuff before he pulled off his sweater. Underneath he had a black muscle shirt with long shorts that ended at his knees. He was really feeling lucky that Seiji agreed to help him out even though Seiji didn't need to really touch any weapons to be dangerous. "((Just try to remember that this isn't our class, so we shouldn't move anything around or be jerks to the students here.))" Seiji gave an innocent look as he shrugged with a sweet smile. "((Whatever do you mean? I am nice enough.))" Mitsuru gave him a look that said he wasn't buying it, before he folded his sweater up and put it in his bag. Seji started to follow suit, his hands unbuttoning his baby blue button up so he could slip it off. He was wearing a black muscle shirt as well, his shorts tighter but around the same length. He hands Mitsuru his shirt before he kicks off his shoes. ”((No shoes? We aren't sparring.))” Seiji makes a come hither motion with his hand as he backs up and Mitsuru stands up. "((We need some way to pass the time until the shits pile in. Besides, I use my elements better when I am not inhibited.))" Mitsuru sighs as he shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. "((The whole point of this class is to use normal weapons you know.))" Seiji merely shrugged before he stretched out and popped his fingers.
Seiji waiting with his hands on his hips, mocking the expression that Mitsuru was making until the man started to laugh and Seiji joined him. Giving his a soft punch in the arm, Seiji gave a soft smile. "((You are worrying too much. You will do fine. Don't worry okay? I am here with you too. So if you just feel overwhelmed, I can take over for a little while.))" Mitsuru nod before giving a small smile and taking a deep breath. It was relieving to know that Seiji was with him. The pink-haired man lifted a hand, pink flames spreading over his fingers as Mitsuru reached out to take his hand. Seiji could recall when this huge hand used to be smaller than his own, always reaching out to him and calling for him with teary eyes and a sniffle. They linked their fingers as Mitsuru reached his head down to press against Seiji's forehead. The pink flames spread over Mitsuru's fingers as Seiji gave a small smile. "((Does this still calm you down?))" He said with a soft chuckle before pulling away. "((You used to be so enamored with it that you would forget why you were crying in the first place. You were such a cute kid. What happened?~))" He teased with a bright laugh as Mitsuru nudged him and laughed softly. "((Are we going to spar, or are you going to keep picking on me?~))" The man grinned as he walked towards the front of the room, preparing himself for them to start as Mitsuru's face became serious and they got into the stance. Soon, they were blocking hits and landing blows, Seiji dodging most attacks with the advantage of being smaller.
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◆ As Kokyu learned quickly from last week, her room mate wouldn't ve joining her on the trip from their dorm to her second class. While she had chosen Weapons Training, Haneul had signed up for the other class that took place on Tuesdays. Well, at least she had other students to look forward to seeing, like Prom! It was always entertaining to see the red head. Plus there was the new boy, Dajante, who she had kind of met during the event that took place at Seiji's.
Trying to carefully walk down the hall and not run into anyone, the young woman slipped her phone out to send out two quick text messages. Her first text was sent to Shiromi, reminding her that they had claas, and to not be late. Her second text was for Hwan, fillwd with heart emojis as she wished her boyfriend a good morning and checked to see if they could meet up for lunch after classes were done for the day.
Almost walking right passed the classroom, Kokyu came to a pause, hearing sounds inside as if people were fighting. Lowering her phone, she took a few short steps back until she was standing in front of the door. Looking inside, she was quick to recognize the pink hair that belonged to the older man that had allowed the school use of his private home for the recent school event.
And, if her assumptions were correct, the tall purple haired man was the person who had broken one of her friends hearts. Her blues narrowed for a moment, trying not to yell at the adult. Clearly, there were reasons between the dissolve of his romance with Rebecca, and it probably wasn't Kokyu's place. Even if she wanted to defend her friend a little, and question the man why he would be crazy enough to let such a good thing go.
Taking a cuatious step into the room, she tried to keep any attention off of herself, as she chose to plop herself down against the wall next to the exit. She was a little curious as to why Seiji and Mitsuru were here, hadn't there been a woman teaching this class? Glancing around her surroundings, the dragon girl was sure that she had walked into the correct room. Focus returning to the sparring teachers, she chose to not disturb them. Instead, she watched with some fascination as they moved. While one was taller, the other had more of an advantage for being shorter.
Tilting her head, Kokyu pushed a long strand of hair behind her ear, careful that it didn't wind up tangled around her horn. She couldn't recall ever seeing Seiji fight, so it was actually interesting to watch the two. And this was just hand to hand combat! How much of a difference it would have been if they had been using peculiarities and actually intended to harm one another, rather then a playful match between friends. ◇
Tuesdays were the highlight of the school week: it was the only class where he didn't have to worry about reading and writing. There were still some verbal components, but he only had to understand and watch, never had to actually speak. What's more, he already had much practice with several weapons, so he was ahead of the learning curve. With all of the stress of trying to learn new material in a language he barely understood, he was thankful to start each morning outside in more secluded places. Even if it wasn't like the forests and steppes of home (yes, his homeland had a wide variety of geography), at least it was somewhere without people where he could commune with any spirits who happened to be around. Even within the buildings, there were always rats and birds he could talk to along with the occasional cat or dog. He hadn't found anything too miraculous yet, but he was sure he would discover something if he kept looking.
Peering through the door into the class, he noticed the same two teachers were here. Judging by their names, he at least had a prayer of communicating efficiently with them, but that would be through writing. Japan had several different forms of writing, right? He was pretty sure one of them was based off of Chinese, which he could read and write fluently. There was also a horned girl in here. He was pretty sure he had seen her last time, but with only visual cues to remember people, it was hard to keep faces straight. Seemed like he was early and things wouldn't be starting for a while, so went over to survey the weapons, not even considering that most laws mandated an adult supervise a minor around a weapon. He had been using a bow and arrows since he was seven, and moved on to swords and spears a few years later, weapons were pretty commonplace for him.
Second day of classes and the young male was ready to give it his all. Wynn as always got up early to brush out his long silver like hair. If he didn't have such long hair or if he had someone to help him brush it maybe he could sleep in a little longer but there was no way he was going to cut his hair or ask someone to help. He had been doing this on his own for a while now so he could manage. Besides, he did not mind getting up earlier. Wynn grabbed a few sticks of carrots for breakfast before he started to make his way to his class of the day which was weapons training.
He munched on his carrot sticks as he walked through the halls of the castle. It was going to take some time before he got use to his way around this place but Wynn was sure that he would figure out where everything was soon enough. The teen had just finished his carrots when he found the weapons training room. He opened the door to see that two adults were already sparing. Had the class already started? His blue grey eyes glanced up at the clock to make sure he was not late. No, class had not started, must be be sparing for fun to kill time. Wait, why was there two teachers? As far as Wynn knew there was only one teacher and the teacher had a female name. Maybe these were just substitutes? Must be but then again what did Wynn know as he was new here. All that mattered was that there was a teacher in this class. He watched the purple haired and pink hair man spare for a moment, looking at their auras before his eyes shifted over to see that there was two other students in the room. One male student he had never seen before but the female he had. She was in his class yesterday, he was sure of it.
Wynn stepped into the classroom and he two sat against the wall but not next to the girl from his other class. He made sure that there was room between the two so that at least three or four more people could sit between them. Who knows, she might be waiting for friend to show up and to sit beside her. The male let out a sigh before he started to brush his long thick hair back, forming it into a pony tail. If they were going to sparring with weapons he wanted his hair out of the way. he reached into his pocket to grab an elastic band and tied up his hair into a ponytail. Wynn always kept elastic bands in his pockets just in case as he never knew when he would need his long locks out of the way. Once the hair was up in a ponytail, Wynn rested his chin on his hand and his elbow on his knee and let his mind wonder for a moment. He hoped that he would do well in this class as Peculiarity was no good for battling at all. He found it useless and worried that it would not make him a good hero so weapons were one thing that could help him in a fight. Sure, he could be a human shield but that was not enough for Wynn. What if he was up against someone who had purity over 50%? Then he would be useless.
Location:Weapon's Training Class With: Students and Teachers Wearing: Student Uniform Mood: Fine Status: Single Unicorn Purity Level: 78% OOC:
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Bansheeva
Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2019 11:07 pm
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Katze Allemon-Schatten
Bansheeava
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: Sorry it is meh
The parenthesis mean that they are speaking in Japanese.
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He was growing more and more tired as he walked towards the classroom. He wasn't a morning person today, and was having such nice dreams. Why did he have to wake up? It was the first little bit of sleep he had gotten in weeks. To finally have gotten sleep, only for it to end...this was going to be a tiring day for sure. The Cerretti student was sure of this as he dragged his a** to class yawning. He was out of energy, up until the point that he opened the door to the classroom to find Seiji and Mitsuru sparring. He almost thought he stepped into the wrong class. But he was Prom...that wasn’t possible. He didn’t make stupid mistakes like that, he did that s**t on purpose. Stepping into the classroom the redhead spoke loudly. ”heeeeeeeeeeeeey! Why are you beating each other up without me?!” Mitsuru became distracted by the noise and looked towards the door when Seiji came in for a kick. But Mitsuru’s eyes flashed white before he caught the leg mid kick. ”Students Seiji…” He said as he motioned his head towards those that were sitting against the wall. Seiji shrugged his shoulders as he lowered his foot. ”I know, and?” Mitsuru shook his head with a sigh as Prom stepped into the room, his hand tossing his bag to the side before he was pulling off his shirt. ”C’mon old man. Lets spar until the kiddies show up.” Seiji raised a brow as the shirtless teen pulled off his glasses, his pants riding low on his hips. Then he was pushing down his pants, Seiji sighing heavily as he looked away and covered his eyes as Mitsuru threw Prom’s shirt at him. ”HEY! This is a class, not your dorm!” Prom snorts as he spins the material on his finger before he tossed it.”Relax tightass, I am wearing workout shorts underneath. He said with a laugh before Seiji dropped his hand to look, turning to Mitsuru before shrugging. ”He isn’t lying, they are appropriate for movement.” Mitsuru sighs heavily before shaking his head and turning to the other students with an apologetic expression. ”I am very sorry if there is any confusion. I know last week that you guys met Miss Summers, but she wasn’t able to come to class this time, so Seiji and I are going to sub it for a little while until she can return. We will start the class when more students arrive.”
While he was making his apologies, Prom and Seiji were already at it, wailing on one another, their hits making loud thunks of flesh as they connected. It was much different than when Mitsuru and Seiji were fighting. With them, the two were fighting with careful hits to avoid hurting one another. However, Seiji and Prom were making sure their hits connected, and hard. "You are getting rusty already old man?" Prom gets a fireball thrown into his face as a diversion before Seiji knees him hard in the stomach, making him cough and gasp for air. "Seiji!" Mitsuru said with a frown, his gaze piercing into Seiji's, even though the elder man looked amused and pleased. That didn't last however as the winded redhead recovered and gave the back of Seiji's knees a hard kick, sweeping his legs to make him fall on his a**. Now he was laughing as he clutched his stomach. Seiji looked pissed at first, but he was soon laughing as well. "You little s**t." He said softly with a grin as Prom held out a hand to help him up. Seiji chuckles as he ruffles the redhead's hair before he walks over to his bag to pull out a bottle of water. he opens the cap and drink a little before he pulls the water out of the bottle and starts to move it towards Prom, healing any injuries he might have given him. "I probably shouldn't kick your a** before you have class.~" he teased with a smug grin before Prom flicked him off with a grin and slid his glasses back on. "You just don't want these fine young people to see you get your a** kicked. Gotta oil those rusty old joints eh old man?" Him and Seiji chuckle as Mitsuru clutches his head and sighs. "((You two in one place is such a bad combination...))" Prom winks and blows the man a kiss. "You love me~ Mitsuru's face scrunched in disgust as Prom and Seiji laughed. "((You two really suck...))" Prom smirks as he opens his mouth to make a d**k joke, but Mitsuru's hand lifts to stop him. "((I already know what you are gonna say.))" Prom grins before giving Mitsuru a playful nudge. "((Its funny eh? Eh? Eh?))" Mitsuru sighs softly before he chuckles a little and gives the other a noogie. "((Little s**t.))" The teacher mimicked his adopted father's teasing name with a laugh before he released the grinning Prom.
Relieved to have eventually located his ID Card, Patrick had spent the remainder of the evening practicing his violin before crashing out on his bed... All had been good, he'd survived lesson one and as the sun rose on the next day, he had a new challenge... Not that he was anywhere near as prepared for this one either...
As the lesson was titled 'Weapons Training' he had to wonder exactly what it might entail - Of course, he had his own weapon...his Peculiarity had certainly gotten him out of a few incidents in the past - but he was determined to keep it only as a last resort - if he used it at all. The last thing he wanted to be doing was not only revealing what he was capable of, but also leaving an unwitting student to ride out whatever temporary Curse befell them if it were to be used...
Trying to convince himself that the lesson would be purely that - Weapons - no physical contact or anything along those lines, he grabbed his backpack and made his way down towards the class.
Pretty much like the previous day he'd not been the first to class and so had filed in quietly, observing those who had already arrived before noting that he'd already shared a class with at least two of the students there...One of which was already interacting with those he presumed to be the Teachers?
"Oh crap..." With Prom already topless and the room appearing to resemble that of a Dojo, Patrick's thoughts immediately fell back to his prior concerns and he began to wonder if there was some way he might just be able to 'get out of the lesson' without having to take part in something Physical... Keeping his backpack on, the Curse-Giver would make his way quietly over to where some of the other students had seated themselves, his eyes watching the trio in the centre of the room as they sparred to pass the time...
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2019 8:15 pm
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tokyoloverTM
Katze Allemon-Schatten
Bansheeava
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| Name - Sky Howard | Age - 17 | Dorm - Rotavele | Suit - Rotavele uniform | Peculiarity - Wings of Icarus
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Sky was the usual one to get up late for class. Pretty much, the second his alarm would sound off, Sky would just stop the clock before getting up to rewind it again. As he did, the same question as to why he bought an old alarm clock still kept stuck in his mind. Still, Sky couldn't get the entire week off of his head, especially the weekends, when Sky and Candace would go off and have fun around the place. As Sky would get ready, and leave off to skate through the corridors of the school, Sky would always think back to last week. The classes were pretty boring, but some weren't, as he would learn to better use his Peculiarity. The flight problem was just the only thing, but using his own powers as projectiles was something Sky never thought of doing until now. Then the weekends came, and that time was definitely when Sky was currently not paying attention. If one were to see his face, he'd be pink in the face, and would be smiling at an unsettling way. So this is what it looked like to be love struct. Sky never really had much luck with any girls in his old town, but he felt Candace to be different. She was very nice and interested in everything Sky would do, and him too when she showed him the pictures she taken. The two took selfies together, pictures of Sky's graffiti art, and his tricks, while he would take just one picture of her smiling. "Eh!?" Sky finally caught himself as he rode head first into the door of the weapons training class. He would rub his nose, before getting back up and looking through the door. There was definitely the students. But what definitely caught his attention was the two art teachers fighting it out on the main floor of the dojo as the students watched. As expected, Prom got involved, but Sky sat back and watched. He never did fight with a weapon before. He watched Mitsuru, who he met along with Ada last week, and could see that the two were great fighters.
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It wasn't so surprising that the redheaded girl was running late for class. She had slept through her multiple alarms earlier this morning. The good thing was that Carrie wasn't one for makeup or caring too much about her appearance for school, especially if it was this early in the morning. The only problem was that she didn't really care about being late for class and showed no effort of hurrying over there. Eventually though, she got to her class which happened to be in a dojo setting. She slid open the door and immediately her attention was brought onto the center of the dojo where two teacher's were fighting. "What's.. even going on here?" Amber eyes glanced around the room at the other students who seemed just as confused as she was to be seeing this moment. She also noticed that only a handful of faces were familiar to her, but no one that she particularly talked to. Carrie cautiously walked around the fighting adults to go sit with the other students.
❖ Crystallization- she can create, shape and manipulate crystals and crystalline materials by consuming blood (whether its her own or someone else's). She can transform matter and objects, including living beings, into crystals. It's a secret of her blood consumption as she fears for being judged.
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Tala Maxwell
The-DJ-Ghost
tiny14xx2
tokyoloverTM
Katze Allemon-Schatten
Bansheeava
Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 5:11 pm
The morning was a bit rough. The Alaric member had just come out of a nightmare while glancing up at a glass ceiling filled with fish. With a frown pulling her lips downard, her eyes glossed at the recollection of what she just experienced. Tender blues glanced towards the cellular device that was plugged into the wall. A little sniffle came as she tried to calm herself. ”Good morning Beccullar….I had a really bad dream.” Putting the covers off her body, she made her way to pick up the device that was covered like a burrito with a handkerchief. ”I hope you slept warmly last night, sometimes it can get a little chilly in the Common Room.” Yes, Rebecca had indeed slept in the Alaric Common Room as a certain roommate made it difficult to sleep in the same space. Unplugging the little electronic, Becca made her way back to the room to get changed and ready for the day.
”It was a really really strange dream. It made me so sad...” Rebecca recounted the dream to the small device as she headed to class. Now that she knew how sentient technology was, it was like she had a completely new perspective about them. Beccullar was the one friend that didn’t judge and argue with her, nor did it ever talk back in a language that she understood. Even if it never actually talked to the teenager Beccullar was good company. The device was retold what the violet-haired girl could remember about last night. The dream included herself and many people she couldn’t recollect, save for one Prom Prom. Something was different about him especially as a dark figure seemed to have a grasp on them. The Cerretti boy acted frightened, scared, but worst of all he said such horrible things to her. It had made her so terribly sad to the point she was grateful that it was only a dream. ’But Prom Prom would probably say that to me in the real world too…..why do people have to say such mean things? Can’t people be more honest?’ Sighing, it was so hard to relate to people these days. Why couldn’t people just get along and be honest with themselves?
Walking into the classroom, there were quite a few students here. Many were recognized but most of them were just familiar faces from previous classes. There was that horned girl who she had one other class with. Nothing about seeing their face triggered any recollections of the past. Then again, some parts of her memories had holes that couldn’t quite be recollected. The two professors were familiar faces, enough said. Prom’s roommate was spotted almost immediatly. The two didn’t talk, they might have actually missed each other when Becca stayed over for the night last week. Looking back, the Alaric member had slept quite well then! When Prom Prom had rolled up Becca into a tight burrito, the tightness of the sheets had made the teen comfortable and secure enough to fall into a slumber. Then you had the long-haired male who she shared three other classes with. As far as it went, the two didn’t talk and interact much. Prom Prom was in the room sparing with the pink-haired fury. Since the three most familiar faces were already situated in one part of the room, Rebecca moved herself closest to them. A small wave was given to the professors and then to the Cyberlinguist. Another redhead was present in the class, a loner if you will. He was also in another of her three classes but he seemed to have kept to himself most of the time. A male with striking violet hues was noted but nothing about them stood out for the time being. The pink-haired girl….she did stood out considering they had 3 classes together too. Three seemed to be a magic number with many of the students in this room.
”Morning Professors! Morning Prom Prom!” With a smile naturally appearing on her features, Rebecca walked closer towards the trio. ”Prom Prom, can Beccullar say hi to Promullar too.” Her own cellular device was held in her hands. Fingers gingerly handled the object as she glanced at his person. Then, looking to the two adults, she had a thought. ”Hi Professors! Oh, I’m sure Beccullar says Hi too!” The girl held her device up to them, giving each a tiny bow. ”What are we learning today?”
II▪Mood: First steps start somewhere!II II ▫House: Alaric II II▪Where: Inside the Castle [Weapons Training Classroom]II II ▫With Who: Myself, Classmates, Prom Prom & ProfessorsII II▪Perviness:Explosion:50%II II ▪Wearing: Alaric UniformII II▫Energy Levels: ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █100%II IIOut Of Chocolates: II
The male teen let his mind wonder more as the time went by, mostly thinking about what the class would be like and the rest of the classes he would have this week. This Academy was different from the school that he went to back in Wales, which was not a bad thing. To tell the truth he did not really care for much about his school back in Wales as it was a all boys school, filled with boys trying to show that they were better then the other. Wynn found it toxic there and the teen kept to himself most of the time. He did have a small group of friends of course at school but Wynn tended to like to keep himself busy with studies that you would never see him with them after school. His mind wondered some as some more students came into the classroom.
A boy with red hair came into the room who seemed to know the teachers, well enough that the teen himself joined into the sparing! Taking off his shirt and started to spare with the teacher with pink hair. Wynn's eyes shifted to watch the two spare for a moment before the teacher with purple hair came up to the students and himself to explain that the teacher known as Seji and himself would be subbing in for Miss Summers. With his hand still on his chin, the teen gave a slight nod to the substitute teacher to show that he understood. Two more students came into the room, both of them Wynn had never seen before. Both of them were blond males but one of them managed to go head first into the door before coming into the classroom. Something must be on his mind... Wynn's blue and grey like eyes watched the two students for a moment, looking at their auras before glancing away again.
Another student came into the room, but this time Wynn did recognize her. She was in his class from yesterday, her bobbed red hair was hard to not remember but not only that, he remembered her aura. Wynn was good for remembering peoples aura, better then most things as normally that is the first thing he sees in a person. He did not know her name, nor the horned girl or anyone in this Academy besides teachers. One other student then came into the classroom, a girl he had not seen before with long lavender like hair. She seemed very cheerful this morning, the most cheerful person in this room and lively besides the three people who were sparing.
The Welsh teen watched the Lavender hair girl as she started talking about someone saying hi to them? The girl then held up her cellular device... Wait was she talking about her phone saying hello? Wynn lifted up his head off of his hand and watched them carefully for a moment, a little confused what the girl was talking about before he decided to drop it and looked away, figuring it was none of his business. Maybe she just had some app on her phone and she was talking about that? Who knew. " This Academy is odd..." Wynn muttered to himself as he pushed some hair that did not make it into his ponytail behind his ear.
Location:Weapon's Training Class With: Students and Teachers Wearing: Student Uniform Mood: Fine Status: Single Unicorn Purity Level: 78% OOC:
tiny14xx2
Bansheeava
Katze Allemon-Schatten
Hope the kind
Tala Maxwell
The-DJ-Ghost
Zombuddie
Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 2:23 pm
tokyoloverTM
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....
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Seiji tensed as she approached them, his gaze shifting to Mitsuru who just gave a cheerful smile. ”Hello Miss Shusona.” Prom rest his hands on his hips as he looked to her, appearing as though he believes he was in charge of this class. ”Promullar is busy at this time. He's a very busy bee.” As he spoke, the phone chimed in his pocket with a ringtone used to talk. It sang the word no, before singing the word liar as Prom frowned.”Shhhhhhhhhhh, you little traitor.” Seiji chuckled as he started nudging prom and Rebecca towards the other students. ”We are starting, so be seated please.” Prom sticks out his tongue and blows raspberries with a stupid look before walking to a spot to plop next to Ko. ”Sup dragon lady?” He said with a wink and finger guns. Mitsuru cut that off with a soft clear of his throat. Now he was demanding the attention of the students. He wanted to wait until more filed in, but he didn't want to waste too much of their class time.”I am not sure what you guys may have covered with your original professor, but today I want to do some exercises to get a better feel of everyone's personal skills. I want you to use the selection of weapons we have today to hit the dummies. I do plan to work with peculiarities, but after we have worked with actual weapons first. That is what Seiji is here for. For starters, each of you are going to make 4 lines of 2 for now." He looked to Seiji and gave him a nod before the pink haired teacher moved to the dummies. ”They are made of wood and secured pretty well, so it is hard to take off the head portion, but I want that to be your goal when you are using your technique on the figure. If you know what you are doing with your weapon, you can easily remove the head. It would be a bit more tricky for those who lack any current skill. I am not sure how long I will have your class, but, I do plan to help you guys work not only with weapons, but with how you can get your peculiarity to combine with normal weapons to enhance them. Seiji is going to give a demonstration of how a peculiarity can meld well with a weapon.” As Mitsuru speaks, Seiji picks up one of the weapons, the bow. He lifts it into place, his fingers drawing back the string, even though it seemed like there was no arrow. When he released the string, there was a strong gust of wind in the room and a loud thunk as the dummy went flying towards the wall. The head had a giant hole in the center as the wall cracked behind it. The pink haired man set down the bow before he picked up one of the throwing knives as there was another gust of wind that lifted the dummy back to a standing position. He tossed the knife, the blade becoming laced in ice, which started to cover the dummy and crack the surface when it landed halfway into the chest area. Pieces started to crumble off as the ice started to expand, splitting open the wood until it completely split in half and crumbled onto the floor in icy chunks. The dummy was destroyed. He picked up the sword and spear anyways as he walked to stand next to Mitsuru. As he rest the spear handle on his shoulder, the weapon started to morph in his hand, the metal pushing out almost like a liquid to create more blades on the end. The sword's blade merely caught on fire, the flames changed from your basic color to a pale blue tone.
"The weapons we are using today, were specially designed to work with different peculiarities by the previous weapons maker we had in the school. I want everyone to try the four weapons we have, normally first. The bow, throwing knives, spear, and sword. We are starting off with your basic weapons for today. Does anyone have any questions?" Seiji decided to interject at the moment, looking at the students when he spoke. "It is okay if you don't know how to work with these weapons, if you need help, or have questions about them, you can ask your peers, or one of us. We don't bite, so don't be afraid to ask us for help."
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◆ While other students had slowly filtered into the room, Kokyu's attention had mostly stayed focused onto the sparring teachers. Sure, she would glance over when a different person stepped into the room, but they never held her attention long before she was looking back. It wasn't until the familiar red blur of Prom entering did the dragon perk up, sitting up more as she watched him approach Seiji and Mitsuru. When he had taken notice of the students in the room, Mitsuru had stopped, but that only gave Prom the opening to swoop in to spar with the other teacher next.
Giggling, her blue eyes watched the three interact with one another. Mitsuru scolding Prom, the three of them teasing one another and getting along. It was interesting to watch them, because it could almost be played off like they'd all grown up together. From what she gathered, that wasn't far off for the two teachers. But still, Prom fit in well with the two of them. It really was good to see her friend goofing around and being his usual self too, since the last time she'd seen Prom was during the school event.
As if it couldn't get better, Rebecca had soon strolled into the classroom. Catching a glimpse of violet from the corner of her eye, Kokyu's head turned to set her gaze onto the Alaric. Smiling brightly, she watched Rebecca scan the others in the room, expecting a wave or some form of greeting. But, her eyes had simply passed her over. Frowning, her shoulders sagged as she watched as Rebecca approached Prom, Seiji and Mitsuru.
H-Had Kokyu done something wrong to the other girl? Her bottom lip pouting out, the dragon girl searched her memories she had with Rebecca. The two of them were friends, right? Or at least, Kokyu had declared them to be so from the moment they'd first met. Maybe she was angry for the same reasons that Shiro had been. Was she spending too much time with Hwan? She usually kept her schedule open, usually going with whatever life planned for her rather then what she planned ahead of time. Maybe.. Her best choice was just to talk to Rebecca after class.
Letting out a huff, the girl slumped back against the wall. She had really been looking forward to class, but now these thoughts were just weighing her down. And what was worse, was Shiro still wasn't in class! Pulling her phone out again, she sent her twin another quick text to double check that the girl was awake and heading to class. As she finished up her text and sent it to off, she looked up when Seiji announced that they would be starting the class.
Watching Prom make his way over to plop down next to her, her mood lifted a little when he greeted her. "Hey Prom." She greeted back with a small smile, scooting herself so that she was sitting closer to the red head. Her gaze then drifted back as Mitsuru and Seiji began to talk, letting their words distract her from the things troubling her. ◇
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Location: Weapon's Training | Companion(s): Prom, Teachers, and Students | Holding: Cellphone | Status:Taken | Voice
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 11:26 am
The greeting from a familiar face recieved a pause from the girl. Those round beads blinked as the last name floated in the space around her. Lips naturally formed into a faint frown. With another slight head bow given, she appeared slightly agitated. ’I can’t do anything about it Becca. Japanese teachers usually call their students by their last name. Isn’t calling by their first name rude or something?’ An internal sigh was given at the difficult position she was placed in. ’As long as he doesn’t know about anything about them...then fine. I just have to put up with it for the time being I guess.’ Their face tightened as their attention shifted over to the familiar redhead. Rebecca would have honestly believed that Promullar was a busy phone, especially knowing that he worked closely with the Cyberlinguist. The teenager’s lie was soon called out with consequences soon to follow. Another pause came from the Alaric member as a small squeeze was given to Beccullar. ’He lied to Beccullar...he lied to me….why? Why did we do to him to deserve that lie?’ Even though Prom Prom’s behavior made it seem like the lie was supposed to be light in nature, the same couldn’t be said of the receiver. Her phone was pulled into her chest, their jaw clenched and their pupils contracted into small dark circles. They didn’t know what to make of this. Their thoughts continued to go over their actions today to understand what they did to deserve that deception.
[Potential Trigger warning! I don’t recommend reading this if you are the type to get triggered! This also doesn't affect any characters in the room, so you're free to completely gloss over this spoiler]
It wasn’t until the Professor nudged them that shocked the girl to recall a distant memory. Looking from a third person’s perspective, one could see an elementary aged girl with blood covering her tattered clothes. Eyes looked distant while watching the village in front of her. There was an eerie silence as a large hand was placed on the girl’s shoulder. ”A job well done, dear Chronus. A job very much well done.” A closer inspection of the child showed that her gems were as blue as the sky above. ”Did I really have to kill all of them Father?” ”Yes. Did you kill all of them?” The tone in the man’s voice indicated that he was looking for one answer and one answer only. ”Yes Father….I killed them all.” There was the briefest of silence as no one made another sound. The quiet atmosphere was too much for the child to tolerate. ”Did I have to kill the baby too?” Those round eyes looked up to the adult figure. The man was looking down at the girl with a serene-like smile before backhanding her across the face. The force was enough for the kid to be thrown onto the ground, dust getting into their mouth. Coughing up the foreign substance, the man placed his hands behind him before speaking. ”I have you told this time and time again child.” Sighing, they seemed exasperated to have to repeat their upcoming words. ”An unborn child is nothing more than a parasite that leeches off the mother’s life. Society has mistakenly labeled this abomination as some precious life to protect. People have delusioned themselves to look past the sins they committed from their birth, the blood these things make their mother shed. We have sinned from the first day we are born into this world. We must live our entire life to rectify that sin, to one day shed off that burden we carry from the moment we take our first breath.” The man in black smiled as their face was lifted towards the sky. ”People today have forgotten their sin and continue to make more as they “live” out their life. Take this village here. It is thanks to your work that you have purged these unfortunate souls from their sinful flesh. You have done that baby a great service. It is all thanks to you that this baby will no longer have to be tempted by this world and continue to bring suffering to others.” The adult male seemed to take deep pride in those repeated words as the girl got back on her feet. Such a scene faded back into black with the current girl’s words echoing, ”Why did you lie to me?”
Everything that had taken place lasted a second. Since it was a memory that was just recalled, it wouldn’t have affected the pink fury. For the girl named Rebecca, her movements seemed rigid as she took a spot next to the silver-haired male named Wynn. A certain dragon’s expression went unnoticed, especially when the troubled girl was lost in her thoughts at the moment. Her expression showed no signs of trouble but it lacked anything that would indicate she was in a pleasant mood. Their head was kept downward as their thoughts were filled with a reason for the lie told to Beccullar. Fingers toyed with the device as an explanation and demonstration was given to the class. At this moment the teenager had no question to give to the adults.
II▪Mood: Why was I lied to...why was Beccullar lied to….II 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
Patrick watched carefully as the lavender-haired teacher called for everyone to be seated, initiating the start of class - He had to admit, there was some excitement somewhere inside him about getting to use weapons - some of which he was already quite talented with, but the rush would swiftly die at the mention that they also planned to work with Peculiarities... Hopefully that wouldn't be for some time at least...?
Making sure he wasn't the first to move when instructed to create four lines of two, the Curse-Giver's attention would then drift towards the second teacher, watching his actions whilst listening as Mitsuru explained to the class about the Dummies and how if they were skilled enough, the task to remove the head would be simple, whilst those lesser skilled might find themselves struggling to achieve the preferred headshot...
What unsettled the male however was the fact that Seiji utilised his peculiarity alongside the weapons... The Teacher's first attack with the bow was devastating, initially sending the dummy sailing and leaving it with quite the hole in the head before a reset then set it up for another assault - This time in the form of a blade which thudded into its chest before appearing to expand its Icy Attack until the Dummy was shattered into chunks... This was all fine if they were able to use them normally...and for those who had Peculiarities which seemed suited for that sort of thing...but for something of his particular ability...surely it wouldn't be possible...?
Realisation that he would have to partake and the uncertainty at speaking out making his heart beat that little bit faster, Patrick would hesitate at the thought of raising his hand to ask a question, but slowly, gradually and perhaps a little shakily, he would lift his palm, his eyes focusing on the teachers as they waited to see if anyone had any questions... "I'm confident I can use the weapons normally...but what if your Peculiarity is not...Elemental?" That wasn't quite what he wanted to ask...but having seen the attack using a bow with no arrows - and having never considered trying to attach a Curse to a weapon...It seemed there was little way he could actually partake in the lesson... Especially if they were going to use their Peculiarities...?
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[Profile] Location: Weapons Training Clothing: Wearing LeVane Uniform VoiceSomething like this With: Carrie, Prom a few other students and the teachers Feeling: Nervous OoC""
