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 Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:22 pm
...This could be complicated.
Not because the assignment was complicated, no, no - but because of the fact she only barely knew a few of the instruments on this sheet were ! Well, at least she'd gathered they where instruments. The wisp chewed on her pen thoughtfully, before finally starting to note things down.
Oh well, it would just have to be an adventure~
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:52 pm
Of course Jack was late, it was becoming almost a call sign for him, barely making it in the end, his tail proverbially missing the door slamming shut behind him. Looking to the teacher with a face that could only read 'begging forgiveness', he grabbed a paper and slinked away - hoping to secure a seat near to the headless being that he had met on the train ride. Well, the second train ride. The less doomed one.
Looking down at the sheet, his eyebrows knit a little when he looked at the sheet, seeing a few instruments that he had an inkling on - having taken up a few instruments in his wanderings, following other paths. Including the guitar, which he fondly reminded himself of the wooden instrument he had gotten in the battle of the bands - having been given it after shattering the poor first guitar on his first attempts. Coughing lightly, he scratched in a new option, hoping it would be accepted first, the sitar - as long as the good teacher had his own, as jack's was currently missing a couple strings that just were impossible to get through the mail.
Sighing softly, he started adding his numbers in, before laughing softly under his breath at some of the options . . .
. . . lifting his head, a thought dawned on him, and pushing his sheet forward, he piped up, his voice still soft and a little quiet over the hustle and bustle of all the students in class.
"Dear Professor, would you have the ability to receive sitar strings to repair an instrument, if need be?" He posed, hoping for a positive answer. His cravings to cradle his beloved instrument was nearly suffocating him inside, having spent so long unable to play it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:09 am
Brow resting on Sharra's shoulder, Yaya watched on quietly as Junko held her own against Westus, then sent Chris away with a needle in thread. Good, she'd have suggested it herself had the seamstress not thought of it, but this worked out just dandy. She especially liked the other ghoul's firm refusal to cooperate with the avarice demon. "That was wonderful, Junko." She mused as the monster returned to them with their assignment sheets. Vaguely she wondered if Junko was even aware of West's temper, and just how rare it was for someone so mild mannered to simply tell him no. Reluctantly withdrawing her hand from Sharra's, Yaya looked over the sheet resting on her lap. There were quite a few instruments she could play, either well, or at the very least passably, but she wasn't really a musician by nature. She was a singer, and a dancer. Spying the extra snake pen poised in Junko's hair, the marid leaned over to snatch it from the mistress before She could do anymore damage to the other girl's paper. It gave her a little hiss before curling aorund her hand, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly as she went about filling in her own sheet. When she was finished, she held the snake pen up to the nergal beside her, smiling up at him fondly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:52 pm
Sitting next to Gabrian, Ren leaned back in his own seat, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankles, fingers linked behind his head. He knew the nix had chosen this class especially, considering that his Fear revolved around music and that he found it soothing. Ren himself enjoyed it immensely, but with Gabe it was more of a personal thing.
As the professor swept into the room, Ren felt the nix nudge his side, and he sat up straighter, resisting the urge to stick out his tongue. However, he was momentarily distracted in his prodding Gabrian when he heard the professor began to talk.
...that's...odd... Ren's eyes flashed towards their teacher, feeling a vague sense of irritation. ...it's almost as if...
Pushing the thoughts away from his mind, Ren folded his arms across his chest as the papers were passed around the room. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he was feeling oddly unnerved in this class. Leaning towards Gabrian, he murmured "Y'know...I'm not so certain this class is what we thought it would be...also, it's, ah...kinda weird that he's, uh...starin' at you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 5:00 am
Alwine lifted one of her hands to wave to the cat god when her eyeless gaze fell upon something. Underneath one of the tables, next to the carnivorous music stand, were three blue eyes.
The headless haunt didn't normally like to phase or go invisible, but sometimes it was the quickest way to get from one place to the next-- and she had to get there quickly! So with a poof, Alwine knelt down next to the table and peered in, just to be sure. There were a pair of cats-- twins, maybe?-- underneath the table, with red striped tails and cute red muzzles. With a quiet coo, Alwine held out a bandaged hand palms-down for the cats to investigate.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 8:34 am
"She can? Wow, she is smart," The Demoness was pretty impressed with Sepheran and Liannan, and watched them for a while as the boil filled in his paper. Then, she turned to her own paper, tapping her pen against her chin for a moment as she looked through the many options; she had heard of most of the instruments on the paper, but... She only knew a handful. Besides, there was no way she was going to sing! Playing an instrument was fine, but having to sing in front of others?
She blushed slightly at the mere thought of having to do that, having a new sense of admiration of Tess for her bravery in Battle of the Bands, taking up vocals. Of course, she knew which instrument she wanted to play the most - the guitar.
Without hesitating, she started to number the instruments listed, smiling at herself when everything had been filled in before writing down her name at the top of the paper; she hoped she would get something listed from 1 to 15 on her paper... After all, those were the only instruments she could play (her mother had sent her for lessons concerning most string instruments - she reckoned her deceased husband would appreciate the irony and the piano was a 'must know' just in case she had to play during social gatherings), had similar fingerings to instruments she knew how to play (piccolo, for example, has the same fingerings as the flute) or required little technical skill to play (bells, for example).
"I picked the guitar," Lizzy smiled at Myr, gesturing to the guitar case at her side, "Its the instrument I play on a regular basis..." Turning to Sepheran, the ghoul looked rather surprised, "Really? Actually, once you learn the different chords of the guitar and get used to them, you can play by touch memory. The frets also make it useful."
It was the best way she could explain it; she hardly look at the neck of the guitar when playing it nowadays... It all comes naturally to her.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 1:24 pm
When Professor Blue appeared from behind the curtain, West's first thought was it's about time, which was quickly followed by what the hell. It was obvious the demon was their teacher, but if Blue wanted to impress West, he was going to have to find another way. Another music stand related injury might have done the trick. Speaking of... "Hey. HEY!" West shouted as Christof dumped the needle and thread on him and hurried away to attend to Barth. What the hell, man? West scowled down at the mangled skin hanging off of his hand. But... he didn't know how to sew. Grumbling and mumbling a litany of colorful phrases under his breath, West got to work on putting his hand back together again. It took some creative arm positioning (and a bit of help from his teeth) but eventually the demon once again had a hand that wasn't oozing fluid. West had been right, it didn't hurt considering the state he was in, but the pain was sure to catch up to him in a day or two. He rose from his seat to grab and fill out one of the sheets near the front of the class, delivering a swift kick to the base of the music stand as he passed. It would have been nice to get a bandage or two, but the fact that Alwine was covered with them or that she would even give him one didn't cross his mind. West flumped back into his seat and brandished his pen, scribbling out his preferences as quickly as he could. Wow. He really hated instruments. 
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 11:15 pm
 Barth hemmed and hawed and delayed, but ultimately he was driven by his severe need to not be stuck playing a tuba. He made sure his first choice, the triangle, was clearly indicated.
Anything that looked too complicated or heavy he marked right out, with the exception of the piano, because he wouldn't have to carry it and his fingers were so long he could reach the keys without having to lean. He didn't mind playing eternal renditions of A DEF CABBAGE. But it still ranked below other significantly less complex instruments. He entirely forgot to rank the tamborine.
He really wanted that triangle.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 12:18 am
Taking the pen from his beloved djinn, he then eyed the assignment for a moment...starting at the bottom, he moved to work his way up. This wasn't really difficult at all, when one looked at it. Unlike many of his classmates, the nergal responded as honestly as possible....as to what he preferred to hear or experience for himself. That should dictate his interest...right? Ah well, if he ended up stuck with something he didn't like, he'd have to tough it through. But he had this class with Yaya, so how bad could it be, really? Scratching out numbers, he then smiled over at the ghoul, silently mouthing a 'thank you' for the pen. 
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 1:27 am
Looking at Amrita and Thaki, a plan formed. It was perfect! Or so he thought nit to be. Israfel waved at the teacher. Oh right. Um...
Shoot. Hopefully no eardrums would break.
"IF WERE IN A BAND CAN WE STAY WITH OUR OLD BAND PARTNERS?"
Owch, even he winced at his voice. Looked to them, the siren offered a smile. "If we can get together in class that would be amazing don't you think?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 7:34 am
There were just too many options. Some of these he didn't even know, and most he was just very unimpressed about. He just wanted to play the bagpipes, as much as he had been against it before. At least he knew them. He started to mark his selection, pausing a few times when he considered changing his choices. At least a few times he passed by a instrument he wondered if he might like and then at the end, his brain was so numb that he just filled in spots with numbers. One thing was for certain, he already knew he sucked on the drums from the battle of the bands event. That one would go last.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 10:27 am
((Sorry this is late!!)) OOPS. Belladonna has, once again, been completely daydreaming and lost track of what she was supposed to do. Say which instrument they wanted to play? Well that was easy until she eliminated any of the nice sounding ones. Drums were so not her style that she put it last first and proceeded down the line. There! That wasn't too hard, now was it? And she had even had time to make it all pretty and what-not... Hopefully the professor could read it... " Alwine!" The witch whispered, seeing the girl phase out underneath the table. "What are you doing?" 
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:01 am
With her own sheet filled out, the djinn was free to rest her head on the nergals shoulder and watch as he filled out his own. Albeit, she did so very gingerly, so there was no worry of putting an eye out with one of his wicked spikes. Temple comfortably nestled between points, she turned her her attention down to the paper and watched him work, toying absently with one of the acid green quills sprouting from his arm.
Most of his selections she already knew or seemed very logical, though one in particular caught her eye, features pinching in a bid not to smile as she looked up at him. Mouthing the word 'harp', with ebon brows quirked curiously.
Holding one delicate hand out for the pen so she could return it to Junko, the marid chanced a quick glance across the room at West, frowned thoughtfully, then smiled again as she turned back to Sharra. "Jack save you if he ever sees this sheet, Sweets. He'll never let you live it down."
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:51 am
The magical sound of the violin had been filling the room all the way up to the high ceilings of music room for about ten minutes. It had been blissful for the professor but he had heard someone scream out like they were being killed. Slowly the demon stopped playing the melody he had been playing and stood up from his lain position over the couch. He took a moment to carefully tend to his instrument before he bent over and set it back down on the couch. He took a breath and then casually brushed the fallen hair out of his face as he walked back down the stairs. He didn't seem too pleased as he was walking down the stairs but perhaps when he got down there he'd find himself a dead child. It wasn't how he preferred it, and although he had hopes, he knew it wouldn't be very professional of him to allow one of his students to be killed while in his class.
His eyes seemed to shine as he looked around the classroom. Wait, were his eyes always two different colours? The students could nearly see that one of his eyes were blue and the other was brown now that he had brushed the hair out of his face. They were alluring, almost as if they were trying to lure everyone into their depths. The darkness at the bottom that waited for them. It took him a moment but he finally spotted his first dying student. It was that cat demon who had been late earlier. His nose almost seemed to turn before he smiled softly. He'd have this time with the ghoul after class.
"I can repair a sitar," he said to Jack. The real question was, would he? What was in it for the demon? Not only that, but Jack had been late to his class. He didn't believe the student had enough love for music yet and was thinking more about ways to punish him than anything else.
"Talk to me about it after class," he finally settled on as he grabbed his paper from him and moved on to the next dying student. One who seemed to want to murder a few others with his voice. That student was Israfel.
"You," he said to Israfel. "You have a lot of work ahead of you."
It seemed like he completely ignored the fact Israfel had asked a question but after a moment he went back to it. It didn't seem like he was really talking to just Israfel at the moment though. He was expanding on the question and directing it to the class as a whole. "If there are groups the only groups will be the ones I assign," he said. "Most of the work will be as a class, or solo. However, feel free to utilize your classmates during spare time as a learning technique."
He took the papers one after one from the students. He checked to make sure they were filled out but other than that he hadn't looked at their choices yet. He noted that Alcyone, Lucien and Tahki had blank papers. They must have loved music a lot if they couldn't even make one choice. He seemed to approve of their love for music, but not that they didn't complete his simple request. He merely shook his head as he passed by them, grabbing their blank papers. He'd just have to assign them something.
At this point he had collected all of the papers from the students. With his hands full, he was unable to retrieve the excess of sheets from the music stand. He looked around the class for a victim volunteer and after a moment he decided he would voluntell the red avarice demon West. He looked strong enough to lift the music stand.
"You," he said to West. "Please retrieve the excess music sheets from the music stand and move the music stand to the back of the stage."
It would normally noto be a difficult task but the music stand was pissed off. The music stand was hungry. The closer anyone got to it the more it seemed the growl. It was already trying to tear away at the bottom layer of music sheets that were holding down its mouth.
At this point, Professor Blue had already been making a list of who would be doing what for this class. He hadn't told anyone what they were being assigned yet but he wrote all their names down on a piece of paper and wrote which instrument he would be digging out for them.
The demon seemed to smirk as he kept the list to himself. He noticed he had assigned West something the demon probably would not enjoy all that much. Perhaps if the demon did a good job, professor Blue would bump up his instrument to another but for now it was a chance Round Two: West v.s. Music Stand. Who would win?
"After he's done, I'll tell you all what instrument you'll be using for the length of our class together."
The smirk went wider as he announced that to the class and the students could clearly see it. The teacher definitely was smirking. Students would surely suspect their timely doom. He'd probably assigned them all instruments they marked down as 30!
"Any questions before we start, ask before," he paused so he could point towards West, "he's done moving the music stand. If he doesn't have the guts, he can pass his duty off to another student."
(( Smerdle please roll 2 6-sided dice. West gets to "fight" with the music stand. The music stand isn't too pleased about having so many papers dumped onto it though and seems to be looking for someone to eat. Because the music stand is so angry, if you roll any number under 8 then it will bite down as hard as it can. If you get above an 8, the music stand has lost.
ANYONE may try and "convince" "seduce" or otherwise "influence" their desire onto Professor Blue in hopes of getting him to assign them an instrument they'd like. Perhaps they're worried about it, or they just want a little insurance that they will get the instrument they like. This includes demonstrations if you have an instrument already on you that you'd like to play. Ask any questions you may have now. ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 1:09 pm
It was like pulling teeth, waiting for a reply from the teacher, his tail twitching softly between his legs, and his fingers tenting up. His sitar was his life - and had helped him keep his life before he had made his way to school, the world outside of his orphanage was a lot different than just playing for shits and giggles to amuse other children he lived with. Watching Alwine dip down to introduce herself to Elf and Zwolf, he smiled a little at the shenanigans that the twins were getting into, having left their safe zone.
Leaning down, he rubbed Zwolf's head softly, receiving a one-eyed glare back at him, before the kitten went back to seeing if this headless lady was interesting enough to trust. It wasn't that the kittens didn't trust anyone, it's just that it was hard to get between the twins, ever since Jack found the two of them with three eyes between them and the need of a good bath, they had stuck with each other, unable to leave each other without some kind of neurotic breakdown. But oh well, they wanted to come here. "They're a very sweet pair, give them a little time and they'll probably nestle next to you." He murmured to Alwine, before rewarding her a nervous smile.
Hearing his name piped up, he turned his attention to the prof. eyebrows raising high under his lacqueured mask, he waited patiently as the professor passed by him, grabbing his paper. The answer was like being told that terminal sickness that you had was just a facade, and you'd be possibly healed in the future. Jack's eyes lit up with a sudden strike of hope, as he clapped his hands together softly. "Thank you, you wouldn't regret it," he chirped happily, almost looking like a child again. "You have no idea, how much that would make me happy." he finished as the proffessor walked away, turning to Alwine, and now Belladonna, and clapping his hands again lightly, giving them a silent smile, the idea of the possibility that he would get his sitar back elating him.
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