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 Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:57 am
Malodore was... as Dressed To Impress as it could manage. It was usually impeccably clean, but it had taken extra steps this morning. Its bandages were clean and unsullied (for now, at least; it was pretty much impossible to keep them pristine all day while also allowing freedom of movement). It had applied a little extra scent, so anyone getting close to it would smell a pleasant whiff of soft, dusty parchment and coffee. And it was wearing a tasteful cravat, nicely fluffed. And, of course, it came bearing homework! Malodore's Homework Culture and Traditions of the Cirugien Plague Doctorsby L.C. MalodoreThe Cirugien family is highly insular, reveling in traditions hundreds of years old. The most vital tradition of all plague doctors is the inclination towards medical treatment, whether used for scaring, healing, or both. Young plaguelings who do not display this inclination are... dealt with. [Malodore didn't know how, only that - according to its childhood bedtime stories - it happened. Allegedly.] Specifically, the most treasured tradition is that of leechcraft and antiquated medical knowledge. They are actively hostile tow- Other medical concepts or new ideas are largely ignored. Most young plaguelings get a jar of leeches for their fifth birthday, at which point their training begins. All members of the family dwell within the Casa's walls, and young plaguelings are not allowed to leave the grounds until they have been thoroughly indoctrinated educated in the family traditions. The family elders are great matriarchs and patriarchs; all in the family must submit to their wisdom. Reproduction is managed scientifically, with matches made by the elders to benefit the family. Due to the separation of the family from the outside world, most celebrations are different from those honored beyond the family's walls. These events include the Running of the Scrags, in which plague-rats are raced down the entirety of the Casa's great hall. There is an annual journey to the swamps for those brainwashed enough to be allowed to leave old enough to travel, in order to collect more leeches. Faithful patients are seen every Moonday and by emergency appointment. These traditions are all very stagnant ancient.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:59 am
Christof was looking slightly better than last class, his back still giving him a pinch now and again but mostly he was recovered. At least Posture was behind them, (he hoped). He prayed this week's lesson did not involve enunciation or- At the sight of the set table, he had another worry. Hopefully they weren't going to be EATING anything... Shifting, he sat himself down, setting his homework in front of him before pulling out his Career Counseling Assessment Form while he waited.  CLICK TO READ
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 10:34 am
Homework was not Livi's favorite thing to do under normal circumstances, but this time he was really not happy at all. He disliked talking about his kind... just disliked it. But a grade was needed to get stronger, so he sucked it up and dealt with it. Dressed as he usually tended to, he went and turned in his homework as promptly as he could without seeming like a teacher's pet. Essay of Envy Life and Customs of Balrix Envy DemonsBy Livi Addams Unknown to most who think of Envy demons, there are several different branches, or sects; led by a head family or main person of power. How they run depends on the type of government they set up, as Envy demons tend to not like working in a large group together as they tend to turn on each other rather easily. Rather shameful no matter how one looks at it. So all I can truly speak of is my sect, the Balrix. Established quite some time ago, the Balrix started off as a servant based lower family to one of the other Higher Sects that didn't feel like being considered a lesser anymore. Overturning their old 'masters', they managed to take over everything they had; position, power and wealth, to their own advantage and to seek higher ranking. Unlike most other sects, Balrix tend to allow other sect members in should they prove useful. A couple intense Joining tests are set up and should the recruit survive, they have to prove loyalty. Loyalty is a vastly tricky word for us Envy demons, as most of us truly don't know it or believe in it. It is most definitely a fend for yourself sort of place. Balrix marry seldom, only allowing those who have proven and shown that they're better than the rest are allowed to wed and breed their own bloodline. Otherwise, once they die, that's basically it for them. Those children are treated highly, since they are a bit rare, and can become spoiled, power hungry miscreants if they don't learn their own sense of proper discipline. There are also very little celebrations, since Envy demons in general hate to be happy for other people; instead, they'd rather skulk about in dark corners, scowling and plotting how to take everything they want. But we're not without our happy days, as Balrix, more than other Sects, enjoy throwing huge feasts and parading their prized possessions for others to see, lust and drool over. In my personal opinion, such mockery of a festival is a waste of time and energy, but there is still much for me to learn so I suppose I can't change anything... yet. All in all, Balrix tend to seen bland on the outside, as they hold their secrets close to them but they train their staff and family members strictly and unforgivably. Failure is not an allowance or an option, neither is desertion. But to go into that would take too long and I'd rather not dwell on those memories.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 10:37 am
The assignment Barth turned in was...short. But it was turned in. In a warped way, it counted as doing the homework, didn't it?
Sloth demons were a somewhat self-evident bunch. He liked to think the assignment he turned in was, just by its very nature, everything one needed to know about Sloth demons.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 10:46 am
The she-wolf poked her head around the door and looked around to see others were in the room. She moved in slowly and quietly, watching around. Alright, so she was still not comfortable wearing a dress in here. And she swore if a particular gryphon said something about the dress, etiquette be damned! She would take him down. Maybe. Okay fine! She would wait until later when she wasn't wearing this awful thing!
LW walked closer to the table and started to read the names on the nameplates. Those were new. And it seemed that there were more places than last time. Halfway down the table, she found her name. Glancing to the sides...Christof and Livi still. Carefully, the she-wolf sat down.
Now...for her homework. She pulled the piece of paper out and looked it over. Well...she had tried her best. Really, she had. The she-wolf placed it on the table as violet eyes narrowed and looked around for a certain someone.
Note to self: Don't attempt to do homework while hanging out with best friend.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 10:49 am
Riley returned to the classroom, and slipped her homework in between the sheets of others. It wasn't something she wanted seen by the public eye.She began to return to her seat, but caught sight of Malodore at the end of the table. She hadn't noticed him last class.. not to mention he had dressed up, in his own way. She sat in her seat and balled her hands together, setting them under her chin. She flickered a side glance to the end of the table, and sent him an affectionate nudge. Look at you, all dapper. She murmured quietly into his mind. Cravats seemed to be all the rage in this class. Riley briefly considered wearing one herself next time.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:14 am
Sarias had no time to make the normal effort she put into this homework. Usually there would be 5 or 6 drafts, her best handwriting would be used, she would cross examine creatures, double check her research, pour over the history with a fine tooth comb. She looked down at the pitiful final draft of a 3 draft, only slightly combed piece of work. Next time there would be far more effort, but with so much going on (yes maybe spending one night locked in a demons dorm room playing spin the bottle wasn’t her best plan, but hell, she scored.)
She placed the homework on the pile which was steadily growing bigger. Her hair tied back, her best dress with the least tatters was cleaned and her chains sparkled as she went to find her newly appointed seat.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:25 am
It was hard to do a homework assignment when one had someone who wanted to...'help' in Her own special way. Junko had worked on this little piece of paper for hours. This. Just this. For hours. Why? This was actually her twelfth attempt at writing the homework, and by then she didn't want to anymore. At first Junko had been excited, she got to write all about her culture and her race even though her race wasn't exactly something one is excited about. Her classmates and friends didn't seem to mind Her too much...for the most part. But by the twelfth attempt Junko just wanted the work done, and so she gave Her enough food to distract her enough to scribble a quick little something. She doubted it would get a terribly amazing grade but...it was better than nothing. If She ruined this class for Junko she would never forever Her. Junko also decided to dress her best, donning a new kimono she had made just for this class. It was neat, it was clean, and there were no tears despite how much Junko really wanted to tear up her stockings. The kimono itself was mostly white with pretty red and yellow butterfly designs on it, touching up the edges of her obi, skirt and sleeves with pretty lace. She was going all out for this class! She'd even taken Yaya's method of shutting Her up by doing up most of her hair in tight little braids and tied up into a bun on her head directly on top of Her. There was some hair still wriggling but only because Junko was used to it and it was enough hair to not be a complete hassle. She handled her homework gingerly, walking into the classroom and looking around. Oh! Assigned seats! Alright then. She walked the length of the table until she spotted her name, putting her homework down and sitting in her seat. Now, who was she sitting by? Junko looked to her left...oh! Barth! She knew him from truth or dare and...detention. But nearby was Malodore! Good, good. Junko liked to be surrounded by people she knew. Who was in front of her? Oh...she...didn't really know this boil. He didn't look happy, but why? Strange! But it was Shehk who was directly across from her and she smiled, waving to the ghoul. "Hello!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:35 am
It appeared the setting arrangement changed. Great. She still had to sit next to the boil that wanted to steal her pajamas. Wouldn't this be a fun class?! Holly dropped her homework off. It was short but hey, she had not much a clue as to special things about her own culture. She looked to her left, yep. Still next to Charlie. To her right was someone that she'd never met before ever. 
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 12:43 pm
(( Lower half changed to matched the latest seating modification. ))
Colette nervously entered the class and headed directly for the homework pile. She wasn't feeling very confident in her formal wear, the Reaper didn't exactly dress like this regularly, and it wasn't as conservative as what she usually did wear; however, she would try to grin and bear it. For good grades!
Placing down her homework, Colette glanced at some of the latest ones turned in and hesitated. They were.. lengthy. She was sure the professor had said, "a little," but.. should she have written more? She didn't want to look like an underachiever! One was about some thing she had never heard of too. Colette bit her lip, self conscious of her work. I didn't know it was about individual cultures. The Reaper had tried to write about her race as a general whole - as in just "Reapers". For a moment, she considered rewriting the assignment, but it was far too late - class was starting soon. She would have to turn it in. Getting a bad grade was at least better than getting absolutely none.
Reluctantly leaving the paper behind, Colette moved on to find her seat. She wasn't sure who the person on her left was, but she definitely knew who was one her right! Quite unfortunately, she knew who was diagonal from her too, and the Reaper dreaded the idea of sitting near that boil for the entire class. Though, maybe being in such a class would help him actually not try to hurt her!
Taking her seat next the Barth, she made sure to sit comfortably and not let any limbs stray to the patchwork's direction. Colette tried not to think about Christof, and instead occupied herself with Barth. She sure had seen him around a lot lately, which was no problem to the ghoul.
"Nice to see you again." Really, it was. Especially with Christof so near. He had stopped the patchwork from trying to hurt her so many times before, hopefully Barth would still help in that aspect.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 1:08 pm
Ah, Christof was across from it. Malodore gave the patchwork a friendly nod, then stilled as Riley's speech trickled through its mind. It wasn't quite in range to speak with her, but it tried to think Grazie! back at her - just in case she was 'listening' that way.
Jericho was here, too - my! And Junko, a few seats away. "Saluti," it called to her, with a little wave. But there were plenty of faces the plague doctor either didn't recognize or knew only vaguely - including those on either side of it. Hmm.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 1:18 pm
The class was slowly beginning to fill with his peers. Looking up to watch them come on in an hand in their homework, Jericho spotted Christof, Riley, and Malodore as well. He raised a hand to give a light wave to them each a small wave.
There were a couple other new people to the class it seemed, though he didn't recognize any of them aside from the Plague Doctor. Not that it mattered a whole lot.
"Christof, how's your back?" he asked the nearby patchwork, recalling that he had pushed himself to the point of fainting. The guy looked better, but he figured he'd ask anyway.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 1:25 pm
Riley caught the movement of Jericho's wave, and returned it with one of her own. Her hand dropped to the table, touching upon a stray piece of paper, and she looked down on it. Her eyes crinkled softly, before she pulled out her quill and scribbled a small note on the paper. She folded it until it was a perfect triangle, placed it against her thumb, and flicked it right into Jericho's face.
When he opened the note, it would say 'I find passing notes ironic.'
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 2:23 pm
"Hello," Barth said, even though Junko was mostly talking to Maladore. He mainly remembered Junko as being friendly, and loud, and a little tipsy. In retrospect, Truth or Dare had probably gotten a little out of hand. Junko was pretty, but he wasn't exactly sure what she was.
Some sort of ghost, maybe?
"Do your paper alright?" he asked Junko. He knew Maladore vaguely from the hot springs and the infirmary. Shehk he was familiar with as someone else who had been ensnared by the mandatory Christmas Play auditions.. Jericho, he knew from last class, and while it seemed like etiquette probably wasn't his thing, if the class suddenly turned into gym Jericho was a good guy to have around. Alessa from the train.
Christof, well...Christof.
And Colette on his other side.
"Nice to see you too. Did you just sign up? We did some err, balance exercises in the last class."
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 2:28 pm
Shehk had finally gotten a chance to come to a class she was super excited for, her bag hanging off of one shoulder in the most refined way she could get it too; which wasn't very nicely at all. None the less, she paused, looking at the name cards approvingly, but none the less having to search a bit for her name, pausing to look at one of her neighbors who was already there and offering a nod to Jericho as she sat down.
Okay...homework...
She had to fuss a bit with it, but ultimately she was able to get a mostly unmauled piece of paper out of her bag, setting it on the table in front of her and smoothing it out.
It was sort of a sad excuse for her homework. They'd asked for 'culture' but all she possibly could have written about was a singular little Pricolici. How many of those were there around anyways? Not to say she mind too much. There were werewolv-...
Why hadn't she written about Werewolves then.
It was probably hilarious to watch her train of thought pass.
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