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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 10:45 pm
Mathiaz nodded and trailed after her, looking around at everything. Now that there weren't so many -people- around, he could gawk at the school itself. He was starting to get an idea of just how big it really was. Which made him wonder even more what was outside of it.
But he wasn't -that- tempted. He didn't want to be Extinguished, not today, thanks.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:07 pm
The alarm clock had gone off as expected and hadn't woken Kallisto up on time just as before. With only 20 minutes to get ready and to class, Kallisto frantically ran about her room grabbing things that she'd need. She wasn't sure about cooking, so she grab the standard quill and paper most students took to class.
A smug Cecil sat on her bed, his tail wrapped around his haunches and she wondered if he had deliberately turned the volum down on the alarm clock. No matter, she'd find out soon enough. If it happened tomorrow, she'd set the blame squarely on his conniving shoulders.
A finall runthrough of the checklist she kept in her head told her she'd gathered everything. A quick check of her clothing showed she was fully dressed and the tap of a shoe being put on saw her out the door.
"See you later Cecil!" She called as she walked briskly down the halls. It was odd how the crowded passages already felt like home and how she seemed to have a compass that pointed her in the right direction. Soon enough, she found the room she was looking for and sidled in quietly. Was she late? She hoped not.
At first, she thought she was in the wrong room but it was a kitchen... and the occasional student sitting around told her it was indeed a classroom. To be sure she asked a nearby peer and confirmed the class.
She sighed audibly. She had actually arrived early! She wasn't late at all. She grimaced. Cecil had tampered with the time as well as the alarm, it seemed. With a huff that turned into a helpless chuckle, she took a seat midway and off to the right. She hated being directly in the teacher's line of vision, she always felt obligated to answer their questions that way.
Silently, she removed her quill and a few sheafs of parchment, determined to appear ready even she was still half-asleep.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:16 pm
Grave made his way down the hall and looked at the plaques for one labelled 'Tryna - Cooking'. Grave had read for too long, and had fallen asleep, disturbed at Mr. Poe's storytelling. He'd awoken sprawled on his bed in a pile of borrowed books, and glancing at the clock realized he was running late. There was still plenty of time t get to class, but he'd wanted to head to the Teacher's Lounge first to meet this Tryna before class began. Now he'd just have to wait for the clss to begin with the rest of the students. An muffled explosion sounded behind a door to his right and he leapt half-a-mile and clutched his satchel to his chest in alarm. The plaque by the door read Tryna - Cooking. Grave's immediate glee at having found the class faded into apprehension. An explosion had just sounded from within the room. Grave cautiously pushed the door open and thick green-black smoke began to pour out into the hall, joined by sounds of coughing. "Aw damn!! *cough cough* Open the door, crap, open it up!" Grave was horrified and startled at once to see a bug-eyed, leather-clad Empyrean push its way from the thick, clinging smoke. Tryna, stumbled to the door way, pulling off burnt and charred gloves and tearing a pair of huge goggles from her eyes. "Well that didn't go as planned... Let's just let the room air out for a moment, shall we?" Grave stared up agape. This wasn't the sort of introduction he was hoping for.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:48 am
Dariyn had not at all wanted to be late and simply...timed things that morning so that he would arrive almost precisely at classtime. He'd awoken bright and early so that he would be able to get some reading done before he had to dash off to his first class...hmm...first class...the thought made him nervous. But he was determined to do well, and as such that meant attending each and every class and doing his best in it.
As it was he arrived in the hallway just in time to catch the tail end of that, coming up behind Grave. Crimson eyes were wide with more curiosity than alarm. So this was their teacher? For COOKING?
He decided that perhaps it would be wise to be a wee bit worried.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 8:12 am
Mathiaz, predictably, arrived a few minutes later, and stopped several feet away from the room, staring at the clouds of smoke still rolling out. This -was- the right class ... wasn't it? But yea ... there was Grave. And another boy, one he hadn't seen before ... a new one?
He sidled up to Grave and poked him, grinning at the bug-eyed expression on his face. "Heeeey this looks like a fun class, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 12:46 pm
It was very carefully - and quietly - that one newcomer came to the class that he had been told to go to. Ubel was still... rather confused about everything, but he was one who adjusted quickly, so he merely accepted it and tried his best to adjust, holding a book close to his chest as he approached the classroom he was to go to.
Of course, the boy was spooked by the sight of smoke, and by the sight of people around already, so he merely kept away from the group and bit his bottom lip, not speaking and not coming any closer... merely waiting for it to be alright for them to enter the classroom so he could figure out what exactly would be the best place for him to sit, or stand, so that he would be noticed the least. He wasn't the sort to particularily enjoy talking to people. ((*squirms about in hopes of doing this right*))
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:48 pm
Amelia woke before her alarm that morning, excited for more classes. She was wondering who'd be in the next class with her, and she hoped she knew at least a couple of people. She hadn't quite realized that most of her peers were in the same classes together, though she knew Grave and Mathiaz had been in all of her classes so far.
She quickly readied herself, throwing on a dress and smoothing down her hair as best she could, tying a ribbon in it as she always did. She put on her socks and shoes and took once last glance in the mirror before she picked up her bag.
She slung the bag over her shoulder and waved to Indra before she left the room.
"Bye kitty!" she said, giving her a wave and closing the door tightly behind her. Indra meowed a goodbye, and settled back on the bed for more much-needed sleep.
As she walked down the hallway looking for her next class, which just happened to be cooking, she noticed a haze of smoke lingering around one doorway...standing around were a bunch of boys...and a couple of them she recognized instantly. Grave and Mathiaz.
"What's all this about?" she asked the nearest person, curious who had caused the mess. It was then that she saw the woman--the woman who would be her teacher, looking rather...miffed. Something had not gone right, that was certain. Would they really be cooking in this class? She couldn't help but wonder.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 7:20 am
As Grave stood at Tryna's side he watched the students assemble and the smoke clear. Mathiaz poked his arm and asked what was going on, but Grave had no more idea than any of the other students. "Alright then, this isn't exactly the introduction I'd planned...But if everything goes well, we may be able to yet shed a little light on the class..." Tryna intoned and pushed open the door to the classroom. Inside the room all was dark but here and there rich light reflected and glimmered around the room. Grave made his way in, looking around futilely for a clean chair. He settled in front of a glimmering kiln on the far side of the room and enjoyed its heat. He drew out his quill and inkpot but paused before he could pull out his notebook as he became distracted by an alembic sitting on the table before him. The glass was untouched by the soot that lay on most everything else in the room, and it glistened in the light of the kiln, with some mysterious liquid already bubbling inside it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 5:53 pm
Dariyn had followed Grave, far too nervous to do anything other than seek out a seat and take his place. Crimson eyes scanned the room, taking in the equipment that they would probably be learning something about in this class.
All he really wanted to accomplish was to do well and please the teacher...and his classmates. A goal that was probably impossible considering all the different people and personalities involved, but of course, Dariyn would try. Taking out quill and notebook, he tried to prepare himself for the class ahead without looking entirely clueless.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 7:26 pm
Kallisto sat, waiting patiently when she heard the boom and smelled smoke. What in the? She rose and went to the door to peer out only to catch a small glimpse of people she'd seen the day before and a rather sooty teacher.
"That's odd...." She said as she wandered back in and stopped by a peer, "This is Professora Tryna's class is it not?"
The person only blinked, "What? Nope. Definitely no Professora Tryna here. You might have the wrong room... it's just regular cooking class."
"What!? But the schedule said cooking..." Kallisto grumbled and grabbed her supplies. And here she'd thought become familiar with the school. So much for being on time. She vowed to be late from now on in order to get the right room.
Stalking out of the room, she wandered over to where the crowd of students had entered and peered in. Yep, everyone was there. It had to be the right class. And there was a Professora there too! She smiled, realizing that hadn't started quite yet.
Entering the room, she took a seat near the Melancholy boy she'd seen yesterday. The room looked much more interesting then the other and she pulled her things out of her bag. Leaning over she quietly asked Grave, "Please tell me I have the right room - Professora Tryna's class right?" She smiled apologetically.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 7:30 pm
Mat also followed Grave, taking a seat just to one side of him. He didn't take anything out of his own bag, just looking around at everyone else. There were definitely a couple of new faces today. "I really hope that cooking isn't as boring as it sounds," he mumbled to Grave. Though maybe they would learn to make the kinds of things Tryna had used to heal Verin ...? That would be interesting for sure.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 7:57 pm
Aysel hurried inside the classroom, hoping she wasn't late. It wouldn't do at all for her to be late to her very first class, after all. She was incredibly confused, but tried to look on the bright side anyway. Doing a quick scan of the room for an available seat, she chose one relatively close to the front, and away from the others- though not too far away. She pulled out her quill and notebook, setting them neatly on the desk in front of her, and quietly watched her classmates, hoping they wouldn't notice her. Observation, after all, was far easier when one was unobserved.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 8:49 pm
Grave glanced up from the alembic as his table was filled up by Mathiaz at his side, the Dariyn boy he'd met in the library and a Sanguine girl he remembered from the previous day. The latter leaned in to him and smiled sheepishly. "Please tell me I have the right room - Professora Tryna's class right?" She asked him. Grave nodded and smiled. "Apparently this is cooking," He replied, eying Tryna warily. "But I somehow don't think that 'food' is on her menu..." Tryna surveyed the class with a small twisted smirk on her two-toned face and wiped away some of the soot so that she looked a little less like an inverted raccoon. "Alriiiiight..." Tryna started. Her voice was not especially deep, but her tone was heavy and droll, and didn't seem to match her small wirey frame. "Welcome to Cooking. Now, you all may be wondering...what good can one learn from cooking? Well, cooking - and baking even moreso - is an art of mixing perfect quantities of flavours and tools to create a product that has the right taste, fills you the right amount and doesn't make you puke. Although, if you learn how to mix things right, you can make someone projectile vomit a good distance if you were so inclined." At this Tryna grinned wolfishly at the sanguines in the class and then began to stalk about the room, her arms tucked behind her back. "We're supposed to start with these boring pancake recipees...but that's stupidly simple. Anyone with an outsider's half-wit can figure out those directions. 'Tisn't learning, just copying out. We want you to learn...so...Today we're going to cook up some light." Grave was about to make notes when he paused. Light? They were going to cook light? He looked up from his notebook with its fresh overturned page and caught Tryna's triumphant grin. "That's right. We're going to make Sunspots." Grave glanced at Mathiaz. He and Mathiaz had planned to make Sunspots themselves, without any instruction when they'd found Mathiaz's cicus trapped in the poison ivy. He wondered if Tryna somehow knew. She had caught Grave's eye when she said it... He swallowed and wrote Need Sundew on his page.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:50 pm
Ubel had been quick to hurry into the room as soon as they were able, biting his bottom lip and sighing softly, moving to a seat that would let him be more-or-less left alone. He looked at the others around the class, taking out his notebook, his quill, and his inkwell, then his attention quickly went to Professor Tryna. Of course, when it was told what they were going to be learning to make, he couldn't help but to be surprised. How...?
Quickly, notes were taken - both needed and his own sort of personal commentary - and he then took another moment to look at his classmates, memorizing faces to later attach names to.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 10:22 pm
Sunspots? How does one cook a sunspot?
Aysel was interested, and leaned forward over her notebook, attentively listening while also keeping an ear open for any idle gossip- she would learn about her classmates if it killed her, so that she could accurately portray them both in written words and in art. But for now- academic notes on sunspots in the notebook, and her character notes in the margins. They could be transferred over to her journal later.
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