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 Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 11:20 am
 Creature & Species History Teacher: Ms. LilouWhen you enter the classroom, you see desks in rows, and a single large desk in the front of the chalkboard. There is a door in the back of the class that leads to a tiny storage room where books are stored.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 12:45 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxx● E l i z a xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXF l e u r xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL i l o u ●▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ ❝ Would it be too much to ask if you could look me in the eyes while I speak? ❞ XXXX"You would think the map of the school would be in easy reach to find....Oh dear, I hope this is the correct classroom."
Eliza said to herself, getting her key out and opening the door. Her ears twitched happily when she heard the click of the clock, signaling that this was indeed her class. She stepped in hastily, stretching and taking in the scent of her classroom. Her tail swayed back and forth, not just because she was happy, but because she was excited. An AP Honors course! She couldn't wait to meet all of the intelligent children she would be teaching. Ever since she heard there was a job opening at this school, she couldn't stop thinking about all the different species she would get to meet. And they would be her pupils, too! Eliza smiled warmly, very happy with herself.
Eliza set her stuff down on the desk, the clacking of her black heels against the linoleum tile floor calming in the quiet room. She vaguely wondered about her students, pulling out the class roster and placing it on her desk so she could take roll as quickly as possible. Most teachers would take time to settle before teaching, but Eliza wanted to meet her students as soon as possible, and get the lessons up.
Her glossy cat eyes drifted over to the board, where she saw chalk and an eraser. A content smile graced her face and she walked over, taking the chalk in hands and rolling it around. Eliza slid her dainty hands over the chalkboard, and grabbed the eraser to clean it off. She gripped the tiny piece of chalk in her hand and began to write her name in perfect cursive font on the board.
'Eliza Fleur Lilou'
She stepped back to admire her work and traced her own handwriting. Over the years she had traveled, Eliza had picked up many fonts of the different countries, but she always stuck with her perfect cursive. Calligraphy has always been her strong-point. Eliza admired anyone with beautiful handwriting. She felt that penmanship reflected the personality of the person writing. With an outward sigh, she set the chalk down and turned swiftly, her tails intertwining happily, ears twitching. Any time now, her students would arrive. As she turned to walk into the storage room, Eliza paused and took a look at her hand before cringing at the chalk mark left there. She got out a small hanky from her bag and wiped her hand, looking down at her lacey black dress and cringing even more when there was a tiny white mark on it. Eliza pouted now that no one was looking and quickly dusted it off, pulling her dress down. Luckily, it was spring, and she could wear these lacey pretty black dresses. It only went down to about her mid-thigh, and she was smart enough to wear her shorts underneath today. This was one of her many lacey black dresses. It was almost funny, too. Eliza didn't know why, but she owned a lot of dresses like this. Short, laced, low cut to reveal cleavage, slightly puffed sleeves, back cut, and of course short sleeved. No one ever questioned her sense of style, so she never bothered to either.
Her tail swayed back and forth as she got out her keys and unlocked the storage room closet. Eliza's tail and ears were only reflecting her inner emotions that were nothing short of excited. She hoped that her students would not be like others, mainly because they preferred to gawk at her two tails as they swayed side to side when she taught. That, or it was her chest. Of course, she knew her fashion-sense didn't help, but that was nothing a ruler slap on the desk couldn't fix.
She glanced at the selection of books in the storage room before pulling a large one out that contained the standards she should teach, and information. Eliza supposed this would be their textbook, though she dreaded using them. The kids didn't like them, and they were a drag to get out and put away. She wasn't the strongest woman, but could feel that this book was indeed heavy.
Wanting to take some weight off of her hands, she stepped out of the storage room and hopped up on her desk, setting things aside so they wouldn't dig into her bottom. She crossed her legs properly, black nail polish painted fingernails glistening in the light of the room. Eliza opened the book to a random page and skimmed it, letting it lie in her lap as the tip of her glossy fingernail tapped the left top corner of the book as she skimmed.❝ Don't fret, meine liebe, you'll be fine. ❞
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 1:41 pm
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Rainwood arrived to class a bit early. He wasn't sure if that was acceptable or not; he wasn't used to following things such as schedules. The class smelt of polished wood and not enough earth; it was strange. There was a woman, with cat-like ears and a pair of tails, sitting across the large desk at the front of the room. She appeared to be preoccupied with a book. No doubt, this had to be the 'teacher'. It seemed perhaps a bit daunting but also exciting, to have a teacher that wasn't the forest. His knowledge prior to the Academy had always been one learnt from trees.
Rainwood wondered of what the nature this teacher was, he had never met a creature quite like her before. Something similar to a cat but not quite, for cats did not a set of tails. Forgetting everything about human manners, Rainwood approached the woman. Bluntly, he asked, "What are you?" Of course, he hadn't meant to sound so rude; rather, Rainwood still didn't quite understand what being rude was. The question had been asked entirely based on innocent curiosity that was in his nature.
[OOC; WEH...sorry that was short...]
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 2:14 pm
 Avon Abendroth Height: 5' 8"
Race: Armored Demon
Weapons: Zariche and Soul Drinker
Company: Rainwood and Eliza
Other Form: Elite DemonAvon entered into the classroom and saw that only one person made it before him. "Well this is surprising." He said as he sighed and took a seat near the middle row, and near a window. He took of the sword on his waist and he leaned it against the wall with a smile. He looked up at the teacher and then over to the other person in the room. Scoffing he turned his attention out the window and looked at the ground that was far below them. Began to wonder what would happen to a person if they decided to jump. He became slightly depressed with this thought and then pushed it aside, quickly becoming relaxed again. Pulling a pencil out of his pocket, he slowly tapped it against the desk and turned his attention back to the teacher. 'Why would a teacher dress like that and show up to class wearing that. Hasn't she heard of modesty? He thought to himself as he looked down at his desk and watched as his pencil moved about the top of his desk, as he had let it go just moments ago. He sat back into his chair and continued watching his pencil, a glazed look slowly set over his eyes as he zoned out.
After a couple of minutes, he slowly tuned into what was happening around him and decided to look about the classroom. His gaze slowly drifted to the door at the back of the room and to the clock upon the wall that was slowly ticking away the seconds. The ticking of the clock eased him somehow, probably because it reminded him that time is always moving. He began to recall memories from his past in the underworld, a slight smile crept across his face as he remembered his training. Then somehow he was reminded of the countless times he was close to death and left there to fend for himself. Healing himself in the small dark chamber, until the next day they came back to do the same thing, because of those sessions he no longer felt pain, which was the only thing to him that let him know that he was alive.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 2:25 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxx● E l i z a xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXF l e u r xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL i l o u ●▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ ❝ Would it be too much to ask if you could look me in the eyes while I speak? ❞ XXXXEliza was reading quite contently, a calm aura around her, continuously tapping on the edge of the book. Despite this book being extremely heavy and a pain in the butt, it had very accurate and interesting information. She supposed she could at least scan some things out of the book to give to her students, rather than to actually give them the book. And if she happened to be absent, she could just have the substitute get the books out and put them away for her. Eliza smiled internally. She already had virtually everything worked out. She was definitely going to enjoy her time here.
Her ears twitched quickly when another person entered. She looked up at him as he approached her, and blinked in surprise at his bluntness to her. She smiled softly and laughed a bit awkwardly as well. "Oh dear, you sure are a blunt one now aren't you?" She laughed softly and closed the book, but not before getting a pencil to mark her page with. She quickly hopped off the desk, and set her book aside, dusting her dress off. Eliza looked at the boy with gentle eyes, not judgemental at all for the words this boy just spoke to her. She smiled kindly and said, "I get asked that question quite often. I'm a Bakeneko, or a demon cat with a forked, or in other words, two tails." Eliza laughed some more, nodding to herself. "It's very nice to meet you. Could I have your name?" Eliza's smile didn't falter, and it certainly was not forced or fake. It was a genuine, happy smile. She picked up the name roster and looked at him expectantly. Her two tails swayed calmly back and forth, very content at the moment.
Her ears twitched again and her tail came to a tiny stop as someone else came in and chose to simply sit down. She blinked a bit in surprise before her surprise melted into causality. She shrugged and looked back at the boy, before getting a giant whoof of forest scents in her face. She blinked in surprise yet again, now that she got his scent...He smelled kinda like her shampoo. She giggled a little to herself internally to herself, and looked through her class roster, seeing a couple students, but not too many. Before the boy answered, Eliza turned to the side to look at the boy, cocking her head to the right, her tails swaying again and ears twitching. "Excuse me, love? Could I have also have your name, too?" She smiled softly at him and stepped away from them for a second, quickly grabbing the chalk and writing "Ms. Lilou" on the board in neat, beautiful cursive. She sat down on the desk once more, crossing her legs and grabbing a pen, preparing to check both their names off on the list.❝ Don't fret, meine liebe, you'll be fine. ❞
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 3:00 pm
Avon Abendroth Height: 5' 8"
Race: Armored Demon
Weapons: Zariche and Soul Drinker
Company: Rainwood and Ms. Lilou
Other Form: Elite DemonAvon looked up at the teacher and sighed. "Avon Abendroth. Pleasure to meet Ms. Lilou." He said and then looked back down at his desk, wondering what she would teach them first. He just shook his head and remembered what she called herself just a little while after him entering the room. 'A bakeneko, huh?' He thought to himself. "Such a low standing demon." He said out loud on accident. He stood up and walked to the back of the class and opened the door, as it had caught his curiosity as to what was behind the door. Opening it and looking inside of the small room, he saw nothing but supplies. He just chuckled and closed the door, walking back to the desk that he claimed as his. He went back to looking out the window as he picked up his pencil and twirled it around his fingers. He began to wonder how long the class would take, as he wanted to go someplace so he could start sparring. It wouldn't have actually been sparring for him, more like just playing around. He smiled as he looked down at his sword and picked it up.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 3:40 pm
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It was perhaps true, that Rainwood was indeed blunt, even he knew that much. But he didn't really know what 'not being blunt' meant, so he dismissed the comment. "Bakeneko." Rainwood repeated the foreign word. It tasted weird on his lips but it wasn't necessarily bad. He smiled at this newly gained information, "Interesting, this is the first time meeting one of your kind." He said with a nod.
The entrance of another student in the classroom threatened to steal Rainwood's attention but when the teacher asked him for his name, his focus was back on her, face brightening with happiness and pride. "My name is-" the smell of old wood drenched in rain water after a storm, and the sound of a small breeze in early spring that brings news of clear skies.
Rainwood frowned and said, "Rainwood." There was a slight expression of distaste present on his face. "My name is Rainwood Springwind," he couldn't help but think his name sounded particularly ugly in words so he felt obliged to add, "that is how it's said with words, but my true name is more beautiful than that." Content with his introduction and explanation, he decided that now was an appropriate time to take a seat at one of the various desks placed around the room. That was the proper custom for 'students' in 'schools' after all, so he made his way into an empty spot in the front row, near the window so he might catch a few whispers from the outside breeze.
Once seated, Rainwood took a curious glance back, at the person that had earlier walked in during his talk with the teacher. The male said something about the teaching being a 'lowly demon' but Rainwood wasn't entirely familiar with the meaning of lowly. Rainwood hadn't expected it when the male suddenly stood up after introducing himself to inspect the other door, the one that they hadn't come in from. What a strange behaviour; was it perhaps something to do with his nature? What was his nature? When the male returned from his inspection, without any real show of satisfaction or even disappointment with what he had exactly seen beyond the door, Rainwood felt the need to inquire about this male's nature as well. But something held him back, something about his scent smelt was a bit too dangerous for Rainwood's liking. Maybe he'll ask the other male another time. Rainwood decided to turn his focus on the prospects of class instead. A smile of excitement and anticipation lit his face as he waited for the class to begin.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 4:24 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxx● E l i z a xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXF l e u r xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL i l o u ●▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ ❝ Would it be too much to ask if you could look me in the eyes while I speak? ❞ XXXXEliza smiled warmly at Avon as he told her his name, and she found it quickly, checking it off. She was happy that the boy had manners, and hoped his handwriting reflected such. She was about to turn to the boy of which she still did not know his name, but then her ears perked straight up by his words. This was now the third time she blinked in surprise. These students sure were different than the others she had taught. She looked over at Avon, and she was not in any way irritated, annoyed, or mad at him. Her tail swayed still, joyfully. Before she got a chance to answer to Avon, the boy then repeated her species. She let out a lighthearted laugh. The boy was quite interested in her species, wasn't he? Well, it was nice to see polarity in her class. A boy who had obviously seen many species of demon, rightfully deeming her a lowly one, while the other had never seen the likes of her before.
""Yes, we are not very common. Most of us prefer to stay in the rightful form of cats, but I found that I like the form of a human much better."
She said before he told her his name, and when he did, Eliza's ears perked up even more.
""Oh dear. The names you two have certainly put mine to shame. How unique! Avon and Rainwood. I'll be sure to remember the names of you two, being you both have such nice names."
Eliza listened as he explained that that was not his real name, and spoke of the real one he had proudly. It warmed her heart that the boy had such love for his heritage. Feeling happy, and pumped that she had two wonderful students, Eliza quickly checked off their names, and hopped up off the desk once more, setting the roster down, putting her hands on her hips. "Well! It is very, very nice to meet the both of you. As you can probably see, -"
Eliza paused and gestured to the board, before turning her attention back to her students. "My name is Eliza Fleur Lilou. You shall address me as Ms. Lilou, and I shall serve as your Creatures & Species history teacher for the rest of the year. Oh! That's right,"
Eliza turned her attention then to Avon, almost forgetting to comment on what he told her before.
"Indeed you are correct, Avon. My species is not that powerful, but it is not completely weak and powerless. However.....I am also a Baku."
Eliza smiled and turned to Rainwood again.
"I believe this is another species you might not be familiar with, but i'm sure Avon here is."
She smiled once more and continued, turning and walking to the chalkboard. "Baku have the ability to devour dreams, as well as nightmares. They can alter them any way they wish, as well. All you need is a face." As Eliza spoke, she drew a small illustration on the board of someone sleeping(it was just a chibi head wrapped up in covers on a futon) with the face circled. She then drew a cat next to the person, and drew arrows. Once she finished her tiny illustration, Eliza wiped her hand of the chalk and set it down, then turned back to her students, still smiling warmly.
"Yes, Baku are still considered low demons like Bakeneko are. They're not very powerful, not nearly as big and mighty as normal demons can be." Eliza laughed softly and looked up at the chalkboard, lifting her hand up and pulling down a handle for the map to come down. Her dress lightly lifted up from putting her hand up so high to reach the map, and had rode up a few inches. Once she had the map out of heaven, the underworld, the regular earth, and some other universes(they were all on the same big map, each one a small picture on it) the dress slid back down to where it rightfully should have been. Eliza pointed to Austria on the Earth map, turning back once more and smiling.
"I was born and raised in Austria. My parents still reside there today. And the two of you? Where are you from?" She walked around her desk and left the map out, sitting once more on her desk and crossing her legs.❝ Don't fret, meine liebe, you'll be fine. ❞
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 5:43 pm
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Rainwood listened intently to the teacher- Ms. Lilou as she named herself, explain the nature of a Baku to them. His nose wrinkled in thought as he couldn't help but wonder what it was like to devour dreams? More specifically, what did a dream even taste like? Did it even taste like anything? Although the idea of eating something that cannot be tasted felt rather odd in Rainwood's mind.
He watched as Ms. Lilou kindly illustrated a sort of diagram on the chalk board. Rainwood was having a little trouble understanding the meaning of said illustration, and stared at it hard, hoping his glare could somehow decipher a sort of hidden meaning. But it was in vain, before he could somehow figure it out, Ms. Lilou asked the students about their origins.
The forest? A forest? Some forest? He wasn't entirely sure how to answer. His kind were not ignorant to the world of men, however they never felt the need to actually relate their own lives in relation to the standards of humans. The forest had whispered to him the history of mankind, knowledge from all five continents from ancient to modern times; but the forest had never cared for the name that humans gave it; nor the name of the country in which it was located in.
If he wasn't mistaken, it was probably somewhere in the continent of Europe. Up north. "Um...United...Kingdom?" It seemed the best bet; but he was honest with his clarification, "The forest is unfamiliar with the names humans like to give them, so I'm not really sure the exact location of my home in relation to the human world."
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 2:18 pm
Avon Abendroth Height: 5' 8"
Race: Armored Demon
Weapons: Zariche and Soul Drinker
Company: Rainwood and Ms. Lilou
Other Form: Elite DemonAvon sighed and looked up at Ms. Lilou. He particularly didn't feel like talking about where he was from, but since they shared where they were from, he decided to go along with it. "Well I was born towards the outer portion of the underworld, where the lower level demons reside. I grew up towards the center of the underworld, closer to the Emperor. I was raised by one of the Elite. They said that I was a prodigy, after all when is the last time you've heard of an Armored demon being born to demons such as my parents? So that is my place of origin. What kinds of demons were my parents? I don't know." Avon said as he placed the sword back against the wall and looked up at the teacher, then to the kid in front of him. 'The teacher really needs to choose a more modest dress next time. I'm surprised one of the leaders hasn't approached her about the dress yet.' He thought to himself as he placed his elbow on the desk and propped his head up with his hand. He didn't feel like explaining much more about himself, it just reminded him of the more devastating times in his training.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:33 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxx● E l i z a xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXF l e u r xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL i l o u ●▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ ❝ Would it be too much to ask if you could look me in the eyes while I speak? ❞ XXXXEliza's tails swished from side to side a little faster now, excited to hear about all these species. She nodded to each of her students words when they answered her question. Her curiosity piqued a little more when Rainwood said he was from a forest in the united kingdom. She 'hmmm'ed quietly and went to the class roster, turning a few pages that told information about each of the students. She smiled, tails swishing and ears twitching happily at the information she read. "Ahhh, A white stag. How beautiful." Eliza commented simply with a nod, turning then to the front page, where Avon's name was first. The Roster was categorized by first name, so Avon was first and Rainwood was a little towards the back. She listened to him speak about where he came from, and his heritage. Her tails did not stop swaying from side to side, and her ears twitched slightly every time she heard a specific word that interested her. They twitched when Avon said the word "elite" and "prodigy". Eliza heard something about that, but she did not concern herself with other demons, so never really paid much attention to it. She let out another tiny "Hmmm" and then closed the roster list, tapping her nail on the top of the paper silently, as tiny habit she had.
Eliza pursed her lips, not exactly amused or mad, but not irritated either. "I see. Seems like you had quite a hectic childhood, dear." She smiled softly and stopped tapping on the paper, her eyes resting on Avon calmly. "I'd like to ask one more question about you two, before we begin with the lesson," Eliza said calmly, and she paused, leaning back while still sitting on her desk and reaching her arm to the other side of the desk, her back arching perfectly as she did. In her hands was a tall old-fashioned glass of milk, filled with you guessed it: Pure, 100% Milk. She took the plastic cap off of the lid and set it on the edge of her desk, for her to drink soon. She let her attention rest back on her students, as if the her getting out milk was a normal thing. It absolutely was. She brought two bottles of milk to work every single day, to drink when she felt like she wanted to. And at the end of the day, it was gone, and she came home and the first thing she did was drink more milk.
It was ironic. With all the milk she drank, Eliza expected herself to have the strength of a superhero by now. She was actually quite weak. It seemed all the milk did for her was help her canine's grow whiter, sharper, and longer. But she didn't mind, she loved milk, and she loved her pearly whites.
"I've been teaching for right about a century or so, and I've found students truly appreciate when I hear what they want. So here is my question: Out of every species you know in the world, it could even be your own, which would you most like to learn about? The species that intrigues you most, out of any one species you know." She smiled kindly, hoping it would better give her students a perspective of what she would be teaching them. In reality, she was teaching them about all of the major species, however, it was very rare that a student stated a species they were already going to learn about in her class. They all stated unusual and down-right intriguing species such as Banshees, Dolls, Incubi/Succubi, Imps, Parasites, Stars, Aliens, and she even had one of her students one year actually want to learn about butterflies & parrots. " If we happen to have time after a few lessons, I usually tell my students everything they could possibly want to know about the species they are curious about. And I myself feel that it is nice, and you learn many new things. I remember a few years ago, I taught a class that was only made up of Elves, and they wanted to know everything possible about my species." Eliza blushed very, very lightly and shrugged, smiling. "So, what shall it be my pupils?"❝ Don't fret, meine liebe, you'll be fine. ❞
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:01 pm
R a i n w o o d +++++S p r i n g w i n d ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
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A smile of pride lit Rainwood's face as Ms. Lilou commented about his heritage. While others of his species sometimes tend to be a bit irritating in their habits and locked in old fashion, he could not deny the beauty of their physical design. It was something Rainwood was rather proud about- although his own form, well. Let's just not talk about the antlers.
His curiosity was directed back to the other male, glancing backwards once again when the teacher turned her attention to him, commenting about 'a hectic childhood'. Of course Rainwood had no idea what this meant, or rather, he didn't know how a childhood wasn't hectic. Ten years were as long as they were short, and Rainwood could remember as clear as just the week before, having those wobbly faun legs that couldn't take him up to the speed of the wind no matter how desperately hard he tried. But well, Rainwood supposed that 'hectic' translated very differently when applied to other beings such as demons.
He decided not to question the matter, turning back to face the front of the class and watched with interest and confusion as the teacher pulled out a bottle of milk. Surely she must be beyond the age of suckling? But for Rainwood, attention was a fickle thing, and as soon as the teacher asked them the next question, he was already forgetting about the milk. "Humans!" He replied with certainty and quickness. "The wisdom of mankind is ever so intriguing." He said, nodding to himself, thinking about all the strange wonderful things from the box with moving pictures, to the iron beasts that roamed on rubber wheels. "Although," He added, "I do appreciate knowledge of any kind." This was said also with a sense of pride, for his kind were always intent on the knowledge given to them by the forest. Of course, Rainwood was unique in the fact he readily accepted teachers other than the woods, but he was still proud of the fact.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:07 pm
Avon Abendroth Height: 5' 8"
Race: Armored Demon
Weapons: Zariche and Soul Drinker
Company: Rainwood and Ms. Lilou
Other Form: Elite Demon "Hectic is an understatement." Avon said as he picked up his pencil and began drawing on the desk as he listened to the teacher speak. He lifted up his hand every now and then to see if he needed to add anything else to the picture he drew. Not finding anything else, he placed the pencil in the middle of the alchemic circle he drew and gave out a sigh, hearing what Ms. Lilou had asked them. He opened his mouth to speak, before closing it again, hearing what Rainwood was saying. It was kind of surprising to him that Rainwood singled out a single species, but from the few times that Avon heard him speak, he was sure the male would have said all of them. "I for one have heard that alchemy was started by a shape shifting dragon that tried to contribute good to the world, but in the end it was used against him. So I guess I would be most interested in dragons, as they have an infinite knowledge of all things. They have been around for thousands of years and hold a library that contains all kinds of information about everything." Avon said as he placed his hands on the alchemic symbol on his desk and made it give off a faint glow as the pencil levitated. The pencil slowly changed it's shape into a small pendant and Avon grabbed it out of the air, and slid it into his pocket. 'I can sell this to someone later. I need the money for now.' He thought to himself.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:47 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxx● E l i z a xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXF l e u r xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL i l o u ●▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ ❝ Would it be too much to ask if you could look me in the eyes while I speak? ❞ XXXXEliza was grinning like a cat who truly got the milk at the moment. She hopped off her desk and bent down, shuffling through her things to take out two incredibly large books. The first one looked to be at least four centuries old, and on it in clear distinct letters was: "Draconian: The Elements and Alchemy" She giggled and and set it down on her desk, then got out an equally large book, and on it said, "The Diversity of Evil and Good" Eliza smiled once more and took a small drink of her milk, her catlike tongue quickly licking away at the milk-mustache she had in one fetal swoop. She crossed an arm underneath her breasts and the other arm went up for her to intently chew on her thumb. "Now let me think....I believe it was....Yes!" She popped up, her tail coming to a stop and ears sticking straight up, as she put her hands on her hips as a sign of proudness. "My....great...great...great, great, great, great, great, great step-aunt's grandmother was a baku like myself, however, my powers pale in comparison to what hers were. Anyway, she met one of the true original dragons when she was in Japan, and he was very kind enough to let her note some very accurate information about one of his acquaintances, who happened to be the first user and creator of Alchemy. And indeed, he was that dragon." Eliza pointed to the book she had. "And this is the very book her tiny page of notes went inside of. Quite interesting, ja?" Eliza then turned to Rainwood with just as much positivity. "Don't think i'd dare and leave the wonderful Human species out! The book I have here was written by a mysterious man who was said to be the first human ever created. Yes, created, not born of evolved! He wrote about the history of human emotions, and how they are today, considered the most diverse species when it comes to their thoughts and actions. It is quite amazing! We have a very tiny unit on Humans and i'll discuss all of that, as well as the dragons. Humans are the one and only species who are known to be born out of complete normalcy, and be exposed to no certain type of corruption, and still find darkness within their minds and hearts. It is very amazing. Indeed, amazing even so to say that they were the first to come up with the concept of modern suicide as well, even in the first century!" Eliza opened her mouth to say yet another thing, and her eyes widened and she blushed once again, softly. Oh dear, she was rambling on about the specie. Her ears draped down against her head in slight embarrassment, and her tails drooped a bit as well, but still swaying shyly. Eliza always got into creature and species history, and often she did not notice that she rambled.
She shook her head, ears and tail returning to their normal states. "I had absolutely no idea i was rambling! Anyhow, it is time to begin teaching you all about what you're actually supposed to be learning!!" Eliza said hurriedly and a tad bit embarrassed. She took the two books and put them back in her bag, shaking her head and she crossed her arms underneath her breasts once more. "I swear, my mouth won't stop itself sometimes...." She paused and looked at her students with a kind smile. "We will soon get back to those topics, I promise! But for now, it is time to begin your lessons!" She laughed softly and picked up some chalk and an eraser, beginning to erase what was previously on the board and writing some new things.❝ Don't fret, meine liebe, you'll be fine. ❞
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 6:18 pm
R a i n w o o d +++++S p r i n g w i n d ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
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Rainwood's head tilted in slight curiosity at mention of one of the true original dragons and creation of alchemy. He hadn't had chance to experience much with the wonders of alchemy. Nor did he have a chance to meet a dragon himself- and he preferred to keep it that way. Rainwood wasn't particularly fond be being near any sort of large beasts with pointy teeth and sharp claws. Especially those who looked like they could well devour a whole deer for a single meal. He shivered in thought.
When Mr. Lilou spoke of humankind, Rainwood couldn't help but hum happily in agreement. Of course he too was fascinated with the concept of human morality and the way they struggled in every way they could against or for this concept; as well as the vast different types of consequences this seemed to procreate. And despite being mostly non-magical race, they were able to influence the shaping of the world to such an extent- well. Rainwood really couldn't understand why most of his own kind dismissed the idea of exploring the concepts of human emotion beyond the knowledge of the forest. It was quite a pity, really, and he was happy this Ms. Lilou was able to share his enthusiasm about the human race. He didn't mind at all if she spent the entire rest of the class rambling, he would love to listen to her share her knowledge. "It's quite alright, Ms. Lilou," he voiced, "I'll gladly listen to anything you wish to share." Though he suppose being taught the actual material meant to be taught during this course, was the entire point of having a curriculum in the first place so he had no objections as he watched her erase the chalk board, then proceed with writing something new.
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