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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2018 12:08 am
 Instructor: OpenIn the World History of Peculiarities Classroom, students are taught in the style of a lecture. Students are expected to bring their own paper and books into the class as nothing is provided for them except for the occasional pen. Kept with the original design from being first built, the classroom is kept clean and spotless as a cluttered room is seen as a distraction. Often, the instructor would bring in Heroes as guest speakers for a more defined interaction and hands on experience to whom will be placed into the next published volume of the Hero Compendium. Tests are given out every Friday. Each week alternates between Hero and Villain studies and four historic peculiarities.
First years and transfers: please bring your World History of Peculiarities Second Edition and, every other week Hero Compendium volume I, and Villain Compendium volume I
Second years: please bring your World History of Peculiarities II First Edition and, every other week Hero Compendium volume II&III , and Villain Compendium volume II & III
Third years: please bring your World History of Peculiarities III Third Edition and, every other week Hero Compendium volume III & IV , and Villain Compendium volume III & IV
Fourth years: please bring your World History of Peculiarities IV First Edition and, every other week Hero Compendium volume IV & V , and Villain Compendium volume IV & V
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2018 7:31 am
โโโ๐ ๐ก ๐ ๐จ ๐ฃ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ข ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ข ๐ค ๐ก ๐คโโโ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ด๐ซ ๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐กโ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ  {{Entering from Castle Corridors}}
ฮฉHaving nothing else to do on the situation but watch everything unfold in a considerably aggressive manner, Areytia's eyes continued to observe until one of the females darted off angrily after a discussion with the one she was hugging previously, in a language that the animalistic female could not decipher, no matter how much she focused on it. In whatever case, it seemed that the situation had began to cool down with the purple haired girl's departure, and while the male was allowed to go on about freely to the festivities, such was not the case for the ice creating woman, instead gaining an invitation to follow the authority to her office, most likely to gain a mouthful complain on her behavior and some sort of warning. A punishment was not likely, but still possible, in Areytia's opinion on the matter. Fortunately for herself, her silent was constant and people were not minding her existence as much as she thought they would, based on social learnings. Yet, she was certain that they weren't all that open about her being there, in any case.
What came next would change the entire situation, from one of worry for the students' interactions to a complete lost of peace, chaos reigning over the school grounds in a second's pass. Voices boomed in an echoing sound that traveled to the ears of everyone in the area, some of those walking around them halted and spoke in unison, horrendously so. Areytia became insecure, feeling her brain release chemicals of adrenaline by the small amounts. Not as comfortable as she once were, the female listened intently, curious in a quite apprehensive way. It was awful how the entire speech given by the entity and through the intercoms made some sense, it was clear how manipulative such a mind was, and the offering of a villain seemed like the most pressing matter, having the deal of the institution giving this 'villains' a hero of their own, the Machine Messiah.
The tension of it all would soon break out entirely, with screams tearing at the ears and terror taking over the whole atmosphere of the academy. Not being one used to that kind of event, Areytia was lost and unsure of how to proceed, but was bound to just make her way to the outside area, a reaction based on her natural calmness and realistic views. The fear flowing through the entirety of her being was kept to a minimal, as the curiosity and sheer hate for loud noises made her one of the bravest souls. In whatever possible case involving what the wild female could've done, the result was that her gaze followed the apparent authority there as she came in and started to push back the two students she was dealing with, taking them over to one of the classrooms by understandable force and calling out Areytia herself, grabbing her hand and pulling her along to where the others were. Her grip tight and strong, but not enough to make Areytia mind it, taking into consideration the whole scenario around them. The feral woman simply kept quiet for the moment and listened to the instructions given, nodding along to them despite being aware that she would not be able to hold herself from looking outside the windows. Even if only a mere a peek.
With the door slamming shut on her, Areytia went through with the commands from the woman and locked the door as fast as she was able, not showing actual rush nor nothing of the sort as she did so. Then, still quite unsure of what steps she would take next, the wild entity turned towards the other two placed in the classroom with herself, tilting her head lightly as she questioned. "What do you think happened just now? Are our foes trying to make an exchange of blood with our protectors for peace?" ,wishing to get a grasp on what the other two thought of all this, Areytia would use that to make a more firm analysis on the situation. Not considering how her deep and melodic voice, along with her way of speech, could make the pair present not take her as serious as she wanted, she was merely aware of the socially aggro side of them, literally dealing with opposite elements of nature there along with her wilderness sort of peculiarity.
Yet, before an answer could be give by those present in the room, loud thumping noises came from the other side of the door, growing closer at each step. Areytia turned around to look at the door handle, expecting it to turn as soon as the mysterious entity was close enough to twist it and try to open the entrance. Her eyes squinted for a few seconds before the thuds ended right in front of her, on the opposite side of the wood. Beyond any expectation, the door flung open, out of its hinges and into the other side of the corridor, slamming loudly as it did so. The stone giant standing there, returning its gaze from the broken material to the three hidden inside, made a chill run down Areytia's spine, surprised to see one that was entirely inorganic in appearance, albeit capable of speech. Some sort of speech, at least. The voice telling them that heroes didn't hide was rough, monstruous in nature but this was obviously another student, as this man, or better, gargoyle, had gone against orders from authority. Only a student would truly consider going out for a fight or something of the type when heroes were around and keeping them at safe distance.
Despite all of that, the curiosity and now the idea of being 'sitting ducks' took over the mind of the wild female, her instincts of animal fight or flight gripping at her conscience. Taking the gargoyle's arrive as an invitation to go along, ignoring the blunt aggressivity of the male, Areytia silently left the room while following the Stone one. Gazing at the creature's physique in small awe and interest, to understand his properties and perhaps discover if it's not merely stone, or perhaps a simply thick hide, one she could mimic as all beings considered of the animal kingdom were hers to become. Maybe this was one she could comprehend, embrace completely in nature, and then dominate its essence to make its strength also hers.
{{Exits classroom}}ฮฉ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โฏ๐๐๐๐ป ๐๐โ๐พ๐ป๐๐โฏ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โฅโค ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐: Neutral
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2018 7:02 pm
 โจ Tojuro Kumohira โจ
โ Tomato โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช
โใCL: WHOFP ClassroomใโใPeculiarity: Invisibility ใโใMental state: Calmใโ
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Waking up tojuro got ready and took a quick shower before getting dressed in his room. Messing up the tie part several time which started bugging him. After the 20th attempt he finally got it... So far he hated ties but whatever he'd deal with this issue later on in the day.
He'd grab his stuff and placed them in his messenger bag then glancing around as he grabbed hi cellphone. Texting his parents, who were really the only people he texted that it was the first day of class and proceeded to head out.
After a few minutes of leaving the dorm and avoiding people he recieved a text from his parents. "SON!? SON!? I FOUND A SONG YOU HAVE TO LISTEN!? IT MAKE YER DAY BOI!? @3@/" He'd look questionabbly as he dug out his ear buds and placed one in to listen to the Song sent to him by his father... Raising a eyebrow as he listened to the song. "....What the H E double hockey sticks am i listening to right now???"
Once he got into the castle he texted his father a simple reply "No... Just... No. Please end this bad habit father... Please >~<" He'd hit send and shut off his cellphone. Tossing it in his bag and grabbed his book. Opening the door to reveal a empty classroom and shrugged not really bothered by the fact he was the first one there.
Casually walking to one of the mid row seats and taking a seat. He'd open up the book for class and casually flip threw it, reading a page here and there that peeked his interest but overall wasn't really trying to focus to much so he didn't get ahead of everyone else. Now if this was a cook book, he'd binge read the F word out of it.
But for now, he'd kill time and read his class book with mild interest. Hoping he had nice classmates and a teacher he could enjoy learning from. But chances were never that great in his history.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 10:26 pm
โ I wonder what sort of criteria you use to divide people into good and evil. โ
๏ผญฮฑัฮนฯะธ ๏ผคำ ๏ผฎฯฮนัำ ๏ผดะฝำ ๏ผฐฯ
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โ Death is not the greatest loss in life.
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.โ
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๏ผฌocation โ Wold History of Peculiarities
๏ผดhoughts โ Where's the teacher..?
๏ผฃompany โ Someone
๏ผดheme โ Distant Shore 00
00 Been given a pamphlet with the school map on the first of arriving there was quite helpful to her with finding this classroom. There were many hallways, staircases and a lot lead to dead ends. She occasionally saw a few wandering spirits go past her, giving her the same odd look she was giving them. They probably are used to being looked past by others since people can't really see them, but she can. Thankfully none of those she sees or acknowledges try to trip her or anything like in that manga.. they just go long and never bother her.
After reaching the classroom, she slowly pushed the door seeing the style of the room, it looks like the classes back home. But she's not in France. With her book bag in one hand and the the end of her dress in the other s it won't touch the floor she slowly went down the steps until she was by the middle row section while noting a student was already there. So she sat on the opposite side of isle because she's Marion.
She looked around to also not that the teacher wasn't there yet, hopeful they weren't coming late.. or not coming in at all. Not the best way to start first day of class although the villains attacking them at festival and the poor headmaster and his current state isn't good either.. Quite a mess if she could say something about it. As a first year, she does have the appropriate text books for this class. Opening her bag, she pulls out her World History of Peculiarities Second Edition book out and sets it on her left side along with her notebook and a pen. She is ready. . 00
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โ In order to find yourself, you must lose yourself first.โ
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 3:37 pm
Alistair Black
aka "Lord Despair"
"And so it begins...another meaningless day"The annoying sound of his alarm woke him from the grips of a most compelling dream. It was one that showed flashes of his past allies and the memories they all once shared. Despite the pleasing imagery it possessed, the dream failed to make him happy, but instead left him awash with a deep sense of melancholy. As he sat up to turn the alarm off, he merely peeked over at his roommate and shot him a nasty sneer as he slept. With a sigh and a stretch, he climbed out of his bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Another day I'm not dead is another day closer to my dream", he quietly mumbled the words to himself and walked into the restroom to begin his typical morning routine. Even though he spoke those few words in a dead tone of voice, it was a mantra he used to say with glee in the past. However, it was quite obvious things had changed just a bit with his resolve after having the nostalgic dream of his. All dressed in his school uniform, he gingerly strolled the halls with his hands in his pockets, wearing that same cynical smirk he always dawned for everyone to see. He wasn't exactly a big fan of the uniforms and how bland they were, and this was coming from a guy who dawned a wardrobe filled with nothing, but different shades of gray and black. He didn't even bother putting the tie on correctly and simply slung it around the back of his neck, leaving his shirt completely untucked. It wasn't really a style thing, but it allowed him more freedom of movement in the event any improptu situations arose. Upon entering the classroom, he paused to look at the place and the oldness of its walls, the minor cracks in the floor tiling, and the strangeness in the layout of the seating. As his eyes scoured the aged scenery, the few students that were present finally came to his attention. One scrawny kid with blue hair and a small girl bathed in that all too familiar aura of eccentricity. The boy seemed a bit docile, so he didn't appear to pose any sort of threat for now. As for the girl, she seemed a bit more reserved and peculiar. She wasn't so similar to the girl he'd seen the day before with the pink hair in the Cerretti commons. As he walked up the stairs to find himself a place to sit, he stopped mid stride to turn towards the lolita. Having gained a bit of proximity to her, he could tell something was strange in the air. He might not have had the sensitive sense of smell like some of the other rejects around the school, but he knew the scent of death all too well. It wasn't very strong or really all that intrusive, but it was the way it had etched its way into his memory that revealed its presence. He walked a bit closer to her and admittedly, it was a smidgen closer than most normal people would like to have their space invaded. "You have some nice secrets, don't you?", he knelt down to speak to her, lessening his grin just a bit. "I can see it on you. Rejection, isolation, contempt..." He was never really good at respecting anyone's boundaries, but in an effort to retain even the slightest modicum of good will between classmates, he finally backed off and shook his head. "I apologize. My manners are the worst, I do like your little dress though. It's quite adorable", he didn't really expect her to say anything back to him, at least not after he talked a bit down to her with his last comment, so he turned and walked onward to find a seat at the back of the classroom. It'd be the prime seating position to watch everyone in class and passively learn their behaviors. 
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 4:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 6:38 pm
โ I wonder what sort of criteria you use to divide people into good and evil. โ
๏ผญฮฑัฮนฯะธ ๏ผคำ ๏ผฎฯฮนัำ ๏ผดะฝำ ๏ผฐฯ
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๏ผฌocation โ Wold History of Peculiarities Classroom
๏ผดhoughts โ How? Could it be their peculiarity?
๏ผฃompany โ 3 other studnets.
๏ผดheme โ Distant Shore 00
00 Still no sign of the teacher yet so she thought she could kill some time by writing in her notebook, first she wrote today's date in a very next cursive writing. After she wrote down the class name and the teacher's name. But she had to look up to be able to spell the professor's name Z-e-r-a-n-g ...... G-i-l-a-n-i.. She spelt his name out in her head. Although something seemed.. off. The lights in the class were flickering on and off for a few minutes but that could just be because of how old this room is The room had age to it, it looks different from the other rooms of the academy she already saw. But she noticed that the spirits that were coming in and out of the room acting weird, more weird than usual. But it seemed like something is going to happen, something she should be wary of.
Turning her head around she saw him, there was something about him the felt off and you can tell by just reading his facial expression, his body language and especially how he talked. First of all he is too close to her than she'd like, because if she could have it her way he'd be at least a foot away from her but she kept her composure and her neutral expression as she heard him out; not like she had a choice. It was already awkward how close he was to her so she refused to look directly at him. Secrets secrets, everyone has them. It is a part of human behaviour but the difference is how you keep it, it either you have secrets or the secrets have you.
He was right about the first two and not really on the last one. Rejection is a fear of hers even though she does not strive to blend in with the crowd but having the crowd going against you is something she doesn't want to go through again. It is what made who she is now which comes to his second comment; isolation. Not much of a fear but a reality she accepted, she chose to avoid being rejecting by anyone else so she decided to push everyone away. So she was the one to reject everyone just so they won't reject her first. There was a tight feeling in her chest but she won't let it break her, she is tougher than that. Still avoiding eye contact, more of a social thing than anything else. "The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets, J.M. Wonderland." She quoted an author on the topic before in her soft yet monotone voice she quietly thanked him for his comment. It would be impolite to let a compliment go unsaid and her mother would be upset at her.
She watched as the male walked off in the opposite direction he came from to the back of the class. She was ready to start reading today's lesson even without the teacher until another student walked in, taking his seat in the front while talking out loud as if anyone in the room really cares what he has to say, she doesn't mostly because he was next to yelling and she does not need that in the morning. But he wasn't wrong though, he could of used indoor voices. She crossed her leg over another as she began to read the first page of the textbook. 00
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โ In order to find yourself, you must lose yourself first.โ
Out.Of.Cosplays:Wearing this
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 7:39 pm
โจ Tojuro Kumohira โจ
โ Tomato โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช โ โช
โใCL: WHOFP ClassroomใโใPeculiarity: Invisibility ใโใMental state: Uneasy & Nervous.ใโ
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Tojuro would continue casually reading till he herd the door open, he'd give it a few seconds before glancing up at the girl and giving a polite nod of the head as he slowly became nervous, hoping someone would enter soon. All he knew is things could get insanely sketchy with just a boy and a girl in a single room and didn't want any of it.
Shortly after a pale skinned fellow would enter and dear god, the way he looked at him and the girl next to him screamed STRANGER DANGER?! to a bloody T.... Probably in the literal sense. He watched as the girl took notes and the one fellow came up and the words he spoke just reinforced his previous thoughts on him.
Then a second fellow came walking in, this time he seemed far more relaxed and casual and easier to approach. Kinda gave tojuro the mental image of how a mysterious fog would roll in out of no where. Once he stated a rather good quote, as he sat down in the front row. Made him ponder a bit till the girl in the row next to him stated a good quote as well... Though he didn't know who J.M. Wonderland was and would have to research that in his free time.
Speaking in a gentle tone he chimed in "Life is short... Lick the bowl!" He'd pause as he started to get nervous as his body would vanish but not his clothes as he started thinking. "I can come up with something better... Uhhh... Uhhh... Mmmm.... AH!?" he'd say as his shirt sleeve pointed up, while tojuro knew he was pointing up like he had a idea, everyone else just saw clothes moving without someone inside them.
" "Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish - too much handing will spoil it." Loa Tzu!... Nailed it!?" His body would re-appear without warning as he had a gentle and warm smile on his face as his arms were crossed. Weather or not how everyone felt, tojuro felt like he was a equal of theirs in the quote department even if his was alil bumpy at first.
After a few moments would take a few breaths to refocus his mind as he started using his finger to trace the words as he started searching for his place where he left off. Once he did he'd remove his finger from the book and continued reading casually, though paying attention to whats being said around him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2018 12:31 pm
Alistair Black
aka "Lord Despair"
"Now that you've stolen my attention, what exactly will you show me?"He simply sat there empty handed, waiting for the teacher to come to class. It was fairly early in the morning, so he still managed to feel the lingering weight of sleep on his eyelids. Resting his feet atop his desk, he reclined in his seat and closed his eyes, listening to the two other males yammer on nonsensically with each other. A small sigh escaped his lips as he briefly opened his eyes to see the young man that sat before him had turned completely transparent. The only thing he could see was his clothes, animating with the same vigor as any normal person's would. A power like that would be very useful for any covert missions to infiltrate enemy lines or to retrieve data. The boy didn't really interest him at first, but seeing his peculiarity at work finally warmed him up to the idea that he could be much more useful than initially anticipated. "You there-, transparent one. What is your name?", Alistair sat up and stood to walk a bit closer to him, standing a few feet from him as he spoke. He really hated introductions, but he realized that people wouldn't be capable of remembering his name if he didn't at least give them proper reason to give a care. "Oh-, where are my manners? I am Alistair Black. You and...I suppose the rest of you can call me Alistair", his eyes shifted between the three of them before landing back on the man in front of him, or at least where he figured his eyes were. A modest grin and vaguely tilted head were what he showed them, trying to seem a bit more chummy than before. Even though it was a decent attempt, his true self always managed to seep through the cracks of his friendly facade, falsified specifically for his peers. Alistair sat down on a table near him and shot the other man one more brief glance, a lot less smiley than he'd done before, showing a mild disdain for his presence. Acknowledging his existence more than once left a bad taste in his mouth, but again, he was doing his best to seem amicable. Something that came as a prominent character flaw for Alistair was his triangulation towards things that had his immediate attention. He rarely thought about the future, caring only about being remembered as a powerful individual who left an eternal mark on the world and how peculiarities were perceived. As for the past, he completely disconnected himself from any ties he had to it, thinking of his memories more like an emotional anchor than anything helpful. It was only the present that concerned him, which is why he rarely felt regret or anxiety. This wasn't news to Alistair, so in light of this, he's made minuscule efforts to fix this flawed trait for himself. Knowing it could very well be a reason for his downfall in the future.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2018 5:15 am
  LOCATION : World History of Peculiarities Classroom xxxxx COMPANY : xxxxx OUTFIT :As pictured X
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Patrolling the school for the past few days and near sleepless nights since the first attack had commenced on the school... they, the authorities, assumed there to be a second near and soon, however, his thoughts contradicted the others. The point had been made and the media the coverage became international news within the few hours of the announcement. If he were them, he wouldnโt attack again so soonโฆ a bombardment would only drown out the point of their cause. However, what was not silent; a constant buzz of heightened emotions and irregular press conferences with an unfortunate circumstance of the headmaster being incapable to answer these calls. The journalist began to search for others to answer their impending questions. Unfortunately again, he had been in contactโฆ suppose he should be used to the press conferences and the such. Though this time, he couldn't give a defined reasoning or happening due to his moral responsibility and culture of keeping particular matters privet. Such as the state of Sir Levane.
Zeragns chiming cellular phone rang down the hall, the device he forgot to silence before entering the building. From exiting his car till now, his hands were full, along with the bookbag at his side. Papers and extra pens in the leather case while leather-bound books filled his arms to the chin. He held them with caution and still made cool strides for The History of Peculiarities classroom as he was still a few minutes early. Dark hazel eyes kept fixated to his nearing door and with a pivot of the heel, he turned his back against the heavy wood and wedged his elbow in between the cold metal handle and door. Pressing outwards for the lock and then tilting his posture down, he backed up and opened the door whilst the action remaining hands-free. Zerang still held the books when he pivoted once more to face the massive desk centered between two podiums. The phone finally having gone to voicemail and going silent.
Coming into the room, Zerang hadnโt taken care to greet those who had shown early, or rather, the students who have been time. Coming to his desk, the man meticulously began to set each book in a specific order, the hardbacks being one of his personal works and then the World History of Peculiarities editions organized by and in ascending order according to assigned year. After setting the books out, he lifted his book bag and pulled out a leather-bound folder, filled with attendance sheets for the coming weeks. He stacked them and finally looked above his belongings and out to the students scattered about the classroom. He wouldnโt say anything as he didnโt care for assigned seating anyway. Zerang came to expect himself to slips on names no matter if they were sitting in the same spot all semester or not. Zerang slipped the shoulder strap off his shoulder and returned to the left podium with the leather bound folder in hand. Licking his index finger and pressing it against his right thumb before flipping through the pages with dry digits while his three fingers on the left held them. His left hand still wrapped and a difference from the festival would be the color of bandages from purple to Jet to match his suite. Focused entirely on scanning the names on his list, he appeared to be seeing the document for the first time. Honestly, this would be the first time considering he had not been given the opportunity beforehand dude to the continuation of events. He took a breath and quietly exhaled slowly into more or less a sigh.
From Zerangs peripherals, he could see the students and of one who hadnโt had the dress codeโฆ But still eloquently sponsored her dormsโ colors. Specifically attracting his attention by looking more like a Victorian-era child. Squinting and staring out of the corner of his eyes for the moment before returning to the sheets, searching for an explanation before he would send her back to the dormitory quarters. Coming across her application, Marion de Noire, and then the excuse regarding her attire. He had to accept it despite how odd and out of place, she appeared among the other students. Interesting he would have her, he knew the surname and the family line fairly well. Angel's Harp and then the late Reanimator... Zerang kept silent on the matter and his expression lightened as he continued to follow down the list and the thumbnail pictures corresponding with popularity and name.
Alistair Black; the silver hair male. Kotori Boreas; black hair and with the textbook open. Marion de Noire; regal Victorian child. Last, Tojuro Kumohira; Blue hair with bright eyes
So far the four appeared to be minding their own rather than talking with one another. Whilst Zerang had entered the room, before, he wouldnโt know if they were conversing or not, however; either way, the students will be introducing themselves and giving a brief description of their abilities and or lineage. Giving them the opportunity to know one another on a general basis and he, without having to do research in his free time. The lack thereof free time. Giving the attendance list one more glance over and making all attempt in remembering faces to names; Zerang tapped the light oak podium and looked to the door expectantly. Although, for the ones having their texts open,โPage eight in your History of Peculiarities, we will be starting the discussion placing us in Year One of the abnormality.โ He spoke finally after his minutes of silence.
Leaving his podium, he grabbed a piece of chalk with his three digits. Writing in cursive, his full name of โZerang Gilaniโ and then the schedule for the day laid out by time. The stone expression couldnโt tell the students much of anything in regards to his thoughts while he wrote while still somewhat facing them. The time he had memorized and prepared for the class to begin when the bell would ring. Still, there would be plenty of time for the students to stand, stretch and continue conversations if they happened to want it. Although, Zerang took notice of how quest the students had been when he arrived, hopefully, it would be something he could expect on a daily basis.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2018 8:19 am
 
Allowing herself a long exhale from her nose, and Mimi one last hug, which was more for Keketโs sake this time and Mimiโs, Keket separated from her safety blanket and walked into the classroom. The teacher was already writing the lesson plan on the board. Panic subsided somewhat. The lesson was not already being taught. Making no eye contact with any of the other students in the room, the girl practically glided with her long strides, appearing icy and in control as she made her way to the front of the classroom and seated herself in the front row. Maybe that was a mistake. Should she have waved hello? It was too late nowโฆ
Having only just finished her breakfast while walking in the halls, Keket took a moment to drink from her water bottle, keeping the movement as minimal as possible, icy blue eyes tracing what the teacher was writing on the board. She was too nervous to look back at her classmates, but she appeared entirely uninterested in them. Trading her water bottle for her textbook and notebook, Keket took out her plain beige pencil case and stared at it a moment. She wished sheโd bought the yellow one with the ninja ducks on it butโฆ she was too concerned about how people would perceive her affection for cutesy thingsโฆ instead she had this bland one she really didnโt care for.
Taking a pen out of the painfully boring pencil case, Keket used the butt of it to leaf through the first few pages of the textbook. Appearing studious and cold, she knew others werenโt likely to approach her. She didnโt know how to approach them. Once more she felt she had already messed up this interactionโฆ While waiting for the lesson to officially begin, the girl thought over what her classmates had looked like. She hadnโt gotten a great look at them, having kept her eyes fixed on the board on her way in, but she was sure there was something like four of them in the room. It was a small class. She silently convinced herself that none of them were staring at the back of her head.
 สhere: CLASSROOM โกxxxสith: NO ONE/ CLASSMATES โกxxxษฏood: ANXIOUSโกxxxสearing: BUSINESS CASUAL LIGHT โกxxxooc: Finally got her to class, sorry for being late @~@ xxx
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2018 11:18 pm
 
ยป The morning announcement about the Headmaster taking ill had awoken her, and a panicked Candace had rushed through her morning routine so she wouldn't be late. For breakfast, she ate a quick bowl of cereal and grabbed a snack for later in case she got hungry. On her way to class she had to double back to her dorm because she only had her phone in her pocket and a granola bar clutched in her hand, no backpack. She set off again once she made sure she had all her school supplies and later, sheโd gone to the wrong classroom despite the tour sheโd given herself the day before. Knowing that she was already at least a few minutes late, Candace stopped to take out her textbook, a pencil, and a plain purple notebook so that she wouldnโt draw more attention to herself by taking them out in the middle of class. Hugging the supplies to her chest with her left hand, Candace held on to the strap of her backpack with her right hand as she hurried to class her footsteps echoing in the hall.
ยปAs she finally came across the right hallway, Candace was relieved to see a girl with long blonde hair entering before her. โOkay, maybe Iโm not thaaat late.โ When she walked through the doorway, she was surprised to see that the girl had gone for the front row, close to were their teacher was up and writing on the board. Instead, Candace went for one of the middle rows. Where she hoped sheโd blend in with the other students. She became nervous as her chair gave a small squeak in protest when she sat down, and shot her teacher a tentative smile if he looked over in her direction. Then she'd duck her head, letting her hair fall over her shoulder as flipped to page 8 in her text book and wrote the current date on her notebook's first page. She really hoped her teacher wasnโt the type to call out late students or sheโd sink into her chair and flush with embarrassment. She'd make sure she was up earlier tomorrow!
โIt's not a silly question if you can't answer it.โ โค Companyโ Classmates
โค Locationโ World History of Pecularities
โค Thoughtsโ Worried about being late
โค Outfitโ these clothes
โฌo.o.c โ whoops, sorry about being late! gonk also, lmao waddup Eri at least we're late together xd
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2018 7:20 am
Alistair Black
aka "Lord Despair"
"Why did I even bother...?"As much as he wanted to know the young man's name, he paused to take in the teachers appearance and his words. He didn't look very old, but he acted like a man twice his age. Some might say he looked distinguished, but that wasn't exactly how Alistair saw him. Seeing that he was going to be one of the more quiet teachers surprisingly left him disappointed. Even though Alistair disliked people that overly exuded energy, he at least knew he could make his typical sarcastic comments about them and possibly use them for observational purposes. Seeing the other two girls enter the classroom somewhat brought down his mood, and the way the teacher just began without any acknowledgement of their presence didn't help. A sigh of boredom left his lips as he left the young man to his own devices and walked back to his seat. There wasn't anything to really do in this classroom other than muck about at his desk. He didn't bring his books, but he didn't feel like enacting his little plan just yet. Most of the students seemed even more reserved than he was in his solace. "I'll bring that silly book to class next time. Maybe it'll be more entertaining than this bunch", he spoke quietly to himself with his eyes closed and arms crossed. The next best thing he could think to do was close his eyes and go back to silently sleeping until they were asked to do some sort of assignment or in the event someone bothered to wake him. As he lied his head down into his arms, his hand hung over the edge of the desk as he sporadically moved his fingers about. It didn't take long before he was fast asleep, having shutout the outside world and gone off to dreamland once again.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2018 12:50 pm
โจ Tojuro Kumohira โจ
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โใCL: WHOFP ClassroomใโใPeculiarity: Invisibility ใโใMental state: Worried greatlyใโ
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Hearing a voice that came from the stranger pointed tojuro out. "Oh dear god why!? is all he could think of before glancing back as he watched him speak and glance around and keep staring at him. Tojuro just kept staring back as his mind raced a several miles per minute trying to think of what to do.
As he was about to speak, he saw a older man walk in and write his name down. He'd glance back at Alistair and spoke quickly "M-My name tojuro! After he said it and looked forward he started panicing why he did that to someone who gave off the aura of "I'm gonna harvest your organs and there's not much you can do about it.". Why did he state his name to such a dangerous fellow.
Listening what the teacher stated he flipped threw the pages to page eight. He'd hope the discussions would go smoothly like fresh cheesecake but chances are... It wouldn't. Seeing two new students, both females walk in and take there seats. One sat near the front, the other in the middle. He shrugged and had better things to focus on... Like not getting yelled at by the teacher. So for now he'd read page eight while doing breathing exercises as silently as possible to help him stay focus.
He saw one of the students had a water bottle and made a mental note to bring one as well... Along with suckers and enough for everyone just in case they used that argument teachers always did with kids bring something in and not enough to share. Pulling out a notebook he'd write down certain key phrases that peeked his interest. Scratching his left ear he would glance up and write down the teacher name in a note book. Plus a few key thoughts on his fellow classmates while glancing at his classroom book.
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โใWith: UnknownใโใOutfit: School uniformใโใOOC: ใโ
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2018 12:36 pm
LOCATION : World History of Peculiarities Classroom xxxxx COMPANY : xxxxx OUTFIT :As pictured X
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Chimes of the bell resounded through each corridor and room, vibrating the chandeliers and alerting all who heard. Reminding them of the time. The beginning of the day and the start of class. A few minutes went by but he refrained from starting the dayโฆ Only 4 of his fifteen students showing up. Unfortunately, this was the lowest attendance Zerang had ever seen in his years of teaching but he did not entirely expect this. Inhaling deeply, he held it for a second and then exhaled in long and drawn out sigh. As he still held the white chalk between his fingers, he looked to the door when the handle jiggled and pulled. At last, another student, late but at least another attending. Then another following shortly after.
Zanes eyes flickered to the door, to the first female student enteringโฆ late Following her from his peripherals until she designated her own seat, sitting and bringing out her book to get started. Prepared with her own pen, notepad and book. Oddly, Zerang opted to refrain from criticizing regarding her punctuality until another tardy student entered just as the door squeaked to a crack. His demeanor suggested he was holding back in all attempt to give them a free pass. He didnโt want to hear their excuses, not today. Both students now have taken their seats and with that he averted his eyes and returned to his spreadsheets. โNext class period, the doors will be locked when the bell rings.โ He spoke, fingers flipping to page eight in his own text before looking back his attendance sheet.
โAttendance will be first, introduce yourself to the low body count or simply yell out here. Allistar Black.โ He spoke then called. The boy with the dimly lit eyes. A resonate intellect resounded about his demeanorโฆ or maybe it was laziness. Zerang then began down the list alphabetically. His voice deepened to carry down the auditorium like room for all to hear and at least that was what the room was designed for; even for the softer voices. In all regard for the introductions, thy wouldnโt be an expectation but rather something to pass the time for the class. Day one is supposed to be an easier day than the restโฆ but still productive. Matching faces to names, he went ahead of the male student and marked him present. if he should speak.
Zerang skipped down to those he knew werenโt here to save time, marking this absence before calling out another name. โCandace Laurel Sterling,โ He announced, the first student who was late. Still not mentioning her punctuality, he only took his pen and marked her present. Hell, at least he would remember her name and face for the semester. Bright eyes and in the middle row, he would wait till she announced herself and or chooses to make an introduction of who she is and what she could do. Her choice and maybe the type of person who would take the opportunity.
. โKeket dysisโ He called next, to the female having sat up front. Zerang took a long glance at her and then down to the paper. Nothing about her stood out to him, but she had been quick to pull out her supplies and began reading when she took her seat. Her action calmed him as her expression lead him to believe her to be a complicated girl. Taking a breath, he looked up and titled his head to the young girl in the eloquent and childlike renaissance clothing. A sort of signal for her to go next just before he would say her nameโฆ A sort of empathetic expression as if to tell her donโt worry about an introduction. โMarion de Noireโ Zerang called. Having read over the students profile, he gave her time and didnโt rush her. Although the girlโs profile mentioned the anxiety, it wasnโt his style to exclude her but rather aid where he could. Specifically to aid her if she needed it, thus his duty to all student- to help them when they needed.
The last on the list, the last one who would be present, โTojuro Kumohira.โ This kid had already announced his name when Zerang had been writing on the board. So he knew the blue hair, wide eyed student but still required the boy to speak his presence. Eyes followed to the lad, he too already had his book open and perhaps too, scribbled a few things on his open notepad. Ambitious one.
To the attendance, he would fill the form out online later, still, nothing beat the feel and look of paper. A personal opinionโฆ or maybe he was just getting old. โI appreciate the participation. This class will be focused around presentation and actively listeningโฆ I will have the syllabus emailed to you and you can access it through campus portal. Have it signed tonight and return it to me by next class.โ Zerang spoke clearly and sighed, walking from the podium with book now in hand. โSo we begin with page 8, an introduction to particularitiesโฆ Can someone tell me what region the particularity began?โ
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