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Luka wanted to say something as well, but she didn't know what. She was too scared, too intimidated by them all. The sudden commotion made her uncomfortable, causing her to shrink into her hoodie, hoping it might comfort her in some way. Finally, she managed to get to nerve to speak. "N..Nice to meet you, Mathews.." It didn't come out as loud as she would have hoped. It was more like a soft mumble or whisper. Her eyes darted to the ground in embarrassment as a loud grumble was heard from the pit of her stomach. All this talk about coffee made her realize she didn't eat breakfast.
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"Saying that we'll meet again someday, we waved to each other, but it seems we won't see each other again. That final lie was a kind one; I won't forget it."
Staged Rhetoric
Angel Of Blood Moons
Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 9:19 pm
Stefan Eisenberg
These people were very odd in personality. Surely, trying to get along would bring some difficulty. Stefan didn't mind as just being well in the class was his only concern. A sudden noise occurred... some kind of growl? It had him on edge for a moment, think the class was already ready to start in combat. Really, it was only the shy one of all the students. The one person he thought was the most normal, she seemed almost invisible in this small group trying to keep hidden within her own clothes. Stefan had something he was saving to keep him ready for the day but could without it. With a slip from his pocket, a pencil fell out.
"Oh, I'm clumsy..."
The pencil rolled over to her feet just as planned. Infront of her, he bent down to pick up the object. As he rose, pocketing the utensil, his other hand came from his pocket with a rectangular food package. He quickly slipped it into her hand in a motion while recovering from bending over as though he never even did it. "Call me Stefan."
He introduced himself in a very low tone, walking back to where he was standing before as if nothing happened. His attention went back to the teacher. The object given to Luka was a fiber energy bar, flavored with chocolate. Something you eat as a quick bite early in the day. It wasn't like eating breakfast, but it was atleast filling and killed hunger.
JACOB MATHEWS Combat Magic Teacher Ex-Verewolves Private Contracting Co.
Sipping at his coffee, his eyes shot over the edge at the students speaking. Still sipping his coffee.
What looked like sips was actually him downing the entire first cup in one steady flow. Lowering the cup to his side and flicking it away and into a trashcan, then grabbing another cup. Bringing it to his chin again, looking up at the students with the edge of his sight. "I try and live simply... by that I mean, classes... stay simple. Assignments will be simple, but you'll learn a lot... and, I simply, don't, care." He stated then drinking the second cup down half way. The steam still coming off it.
Lowering the cup again, "I appreciate your concern... but it really is none of your concern. And whether this is my ninth cup so far before having breakfast is well... I'm a very simple, tired, person."
He started walking slowly to the side, looking over at Luka who was hiding in herself. "Nice to meet you too Miss.... uhh..." He stopped, reaching down into his pocket and pulling out a breakfast energy granola bar and was about to lightly flick it towards Luka when he saw the other student offer her some food. Shrugging briefly and turning walking the opposite direction infront of the class.
Sipping down the other half of that cup rapidly. Then chucking the cup into the trash. And grabbing the third cup. "So you know me... it's the first day for you all right? Come, introduce yourself to the class and myself. ... uhh... name, race... shoe size... *sippppppppppp*"
The witch stood up to introduce. "Bellatrix Liliura. I'm a junior. My shoe size is of no importance. I'm a witch, I have no family and I want to learn combat. I enjoy making potions and I dislike when they go wrong. I also despise know it alls or people too smart for their own good. " her arms crossed against her chest. "My birthplace is Ikebukuro, Japan. My magic is elemental based." And with that she sat back down. Indication that she finished.
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Luka had noticed a pencil rolling her way during her time looking down. She didn't know what to think of it and was about to grab it herself before that familiar boy grabbed it first. "U-uhm.." She looked back up to see that boy and felt something small slip into her hands. The timid girl stared at him with timidly shy eyes, holding the energy bar in both hands. She KNEW she had seen him before but she couldn't place where. Maybe a dream or something. "T-Thank you.." She mewed softly as he walked back to his space.
Luka hadn't even noticed the other girl was speaking or that they were doing introductions. Gently setting the food bar into her pocket, her head snapped up hearing nothing but silence. It was a gesture that it was her turn. "O-Oh.. Uhm.. My name is Luka.. I think my shoe size is a 5.. I'm from Okinawa Japan.. I'm an orphan.. I don't like chaotic things or things that cause over excitement or trouble.. I like animals.. My favorite flower is an Azalea.. I'm 17 years old.. I love food.. My magic is black or dark based.." Luka trailed off for a moment, thinking she had covered everything. "Oh.. And I'm a Banshee."
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"Saying that we'll meet again someday, we waved to each other, but it seems we won't see each other again. That final lie was a kind one; I won't forget it."
CountDamewood
Staged Rhetoric
Angel Of Blood Moons
Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 9:50 pm
Stefan Eisenberg
Stefan raised a waving hand, the expression on his face still not changing. He took a few steps, seeing as now it was his turn to introduce himself. So, a Witch and a Banshee were essentially his teammates. That seemed like a nice balance. His own abilities would need he combination of those two to be even more effective. Their personalities were a given from their introductions. Well, it appeared it was his turn.
"Stefan Eisenberg. Stefan is a preferred name I like going by. I'm a super human with the ability of metal manipulation. My shoe size is too big for anyone but for me to fill. The rest about me is trivial."
He took a few steps back, now finishing up most of the bits of telling who he was. All he really gave was important information needed for the class and a bit of humor to ease the atmosphere. Although, the joke probably wouldn't be too noticeable from his lack of emotion in how he speaks.
"I also like coffee."
The teacher didn't seem like that bad of a guy. Jacob didn't come off as a strict or overbearing person. Infact, his personality seemed perfect for how Stefan wanted this class to go about. The simpler, the better. There would be more time and focus dedicated to learning and becoming a better fighter.
JACOB MATHEWS Combat Magic Teacher Ex-Verewolves Private Contracting Co.
Finishing the third cup while they spoke, and flicking the cup away, it landing inside the other two who were stacked in the trash. Bringing his hand up to his mouth for a small burp. Then grabbing the fourth cup, turning back to the class. Seeming as if he didn't even listen.
Gesturing with the cup towards Stefen. "Oh? Me too. What would we do without it rah?" He said somewhat enthusiastically but still mellow and tired voiced.
Stepping a few steps then looking towards the students, gesturing with the cup of coffee. "Eisenberg, special type human... Luka, Banshee ...and Belly Bella, witch .... ... ... aight." He said nodding in the end some, then sipping down the last of the cup of coffee, and flicking it into the trash.
Letting out a breath, stretching his back then putting his hands together behind his back taking a formal stance, speaking in a more instructive but still mellow and dry tone, "Alright, so elemental and dark type magic and abilities, all of which not so common, but very useful and easily adaptable to most all situations. Luckily, all of which can best be used during combat... ... having full reliability and ability in your magics and powers, that's fine and dandy, but making it work for you in combat, but at the same time, not relying on it for your combat abilities, is the key." He stated, then turning and strafing a few times infront of the room as he spoke.
"Say, I have a weapon, I am the best with that weapon... take it away form me, what am I? ... I'm nothing, fodder, .. Dead... Don't rely upon only magic and power mastery, but fighting and combat, with that mastery, in ways that will better your fighting sense and ability." He said then stopping and looking to the side at Stefen.
"Eisenberg, if you would please." He said, gesturing with a hand towards the front of the room next to him.
Who did this caffeine addicted, scruffy, annoying little man think he is? It took every ounce of her being not to jump him then and there. Her fingers clenched and she was spending too much time trying to regain her cool instead of listening to his lecture. "Bellatrix sir. Not Bella. Not Belly. Bellatrix. " she said through clenched teeth. She didn't care about the other introductions. She didn't even listen. Though she had a smile when Stefan mentioned coffee.
So it also looked like the boy was the favorite. So the girls had to stick together. Bell merely sat closer to the girl and looked at her. Giving her a slight nod. Meaning for her not to be too afraid.
Stefan gave nod, walking passed the teacher and standing directly now infront of the three. The teacher was right; only having one weapon was not a good idea. Someone with several skills, a Jack of Trades, was more useful than a master of one. Stefan was at fault for relying too much on his abilities. Then again, that's why he was here. He looked to them all with half-closed eyes.
"What would you like for me to do, Jacob?"
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Angel Of Blood Moons
CountDamewood
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JACOB MATHEWS Combat Magic Teacher Ex-Verewolves Private Contracting Co.
As Stefen walked up, Jake saw Bellatrix gritting and angry. Raising his eyebrows briefly and smirking a tiny bit in the corner of his mouth, then looking to the back of the room, but turning his head towards Stefen.
Speaking to the whole 'class', "What I want you to do, all of you, ... is not to learn from me and lectures, occasional demonstrations... you learn skills and ability, with practice... getting out of your comfort zones, breaking habits and forming better newer ones, and refining your power in actions that you may and will actually use like THINK FAST!" Jake spoke up loudly and suddenly with force, getting into a quick tactical stance and from his right wrist, a small throwing dagger appeared into his hand, and being about 10 feet from Stefen, threw the small knife in the direction of Stefen.
Not directly at him, but to where without second look, it looked like it would hit.
Stefan only listened carefully, paying attention to what the guy had the say. It was slightly uncomfortable being the center of attention only to listen to more talking. Still, it was important. Yet, it seemed like it was leading t-
Suddenly, Jacob took a sudden stance after his loud interjection. Where this was going was an obvious thought. A sudden slip of thick metal came from his pocket, Stefan raising it quickly. In that sudden pull, acting as he did, the dagger stuck tip first into the metal. The dagger had more force than it seemed to, Stefan collecting into his head the capabilities of the teacher. It wasn't going to hit him as expected since this was merely a trial. Yet, he had his own studies as well. This was a nice learning experience.
"You surprised me. A bit."
Stefan removed the dagger from his slab, flipping the weapon in his other hand as to hold the blade. The weapon was held out to the teacher, Stefan waiting for him to take it.
"I believe this is yours."
He waited, seeing if the teacher would use the opportunity to try something else. He was now getting his blood pumped, ready for more action.
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Angel Of Blood Moons
CountDamewood
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 11:27 pm
JACOB MATHEWS Combat Magic Teacher Ex-Verewolves Private Contracting Co.
Jake gave a smirk, and a small nod, gently taking the knife back and sliding it into its hidden wrist sheath. Gesturing with one hand to return to his seat, the other behind him.
"That was pretty good." He stated. Turning to the class and taking a few paces, "Like I said... getting you out of your comfort zone, recommissioning and practicing. ... all in all, lectures, instruction, demonstrations, they are all good and dandy... but you learn by application, over time. You may do something hundreds of times and get perfect at it, but the moment something, a variable gets in there, it's useless to you."
Walking a few more steps to the girls in front of them. "Miss Yafumatsu, Liliura ... and you Eisenberg, should know now, that you are not to be comfortable while in this class. Keep in mind, I will never do anything to harm you or injure you in any way. Startle you, catch you off guard, yes... I can't make you experts, but i can help you all in getting the mind set and habits needed to master your skills and powers. ... oh and, that is the only time I will make it blatantly obvious of my intentions." He said leaning forward some, then turning and walking, leaning up against the podium with his back to it.
"Now... I see you're all hungry and just as tired. But as part of my class, you will eat, without me being able to see it, if you choose to eat... drink as you want I don't care... but if you are to eat, I am not allowed to allow it, there for, I don't want to 'see' you eating while in here." He said flatly but with some seriousness.
"Aight... so far, if any, what questions do you have, what you wanna know... it's day one, I was told just inform... not to actually start anything yet as dumb as that seems." He said in his normal tone, flat and groggy, but now crossing his arms, and the bags under his eyes seeming more apparent once again. As if he got tired again.
OOC: Weird... I thought I posted... where the hell my post go? I'm going crazy.
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Luka was somewhat startled by the sudden aggressiveness of the mood. In a way, the teacher was slacking off but still being one of the most authoritative figures she's ever seen. She had also noticed the witch had stood closer to her. Looking over her shoulder, she gave her a soft giggle. Then turned her attention back to the front of the room. What Jacob had to say really made sense. But again, it kind of made him look like he was slacking. Once the man had finished speaking, Luka was going to raise her hand about other students. But as she went to lift her hand, that awful feeling came back again. She tried to ignore it, but the pain began to grow until it was too much for her to just ignore. Wincing, trying her best to hide it, she raised her hand. "C-C-Can I please be excused..?" She asked, her voice as shaky as ever. But it was too much for her to bare. Not waiting for a response from the teacher she quickly darted out of the room and into the wall way, nearly busting through the door and tripping in the process. EXIT FOR NOW
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"Saying that we'll meet again someday, we waved to each other, but it seems we won't see each other again. That final lie was a kind one; I won't forget it."
CountDamewood
Staged Rhetoric
Angel Of Blood Moons
Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 12:01 am
Stefan Eisenberg
So it was merely just a test of reflexes. Shame, as Stefan was in the mood for sparring. The teacher had a good arm. For the size of the dagger and how quickly it was thrown, he felt a good 'thump' in his metal trinket. Sliding it back into his pocket, he walked back to his seat to continue whatever was being told to the class. This class was obviously going to be a challenge. Yet, to Stefan, challenges were meant to be met with opposition. The warning was helpful and the information was pleasant.
"This guy's alright..."
Actually, now thinking about it, all the people here were moderately pleasant. He never got to speak with Bell, but Stefan was one to admire blunt honesty and thoughts. Stefan was going to question what the class was possibly going to contain. There was no information given to him about it and what possible tests would be done. Though, as the dagger, maybe they were going to be thrown when least expected.
Stefan had no chance to ask anything on his mind as he was interrupted by the fellow student. The girl he gave the bar to. She seemed to be in pain. Was the breakfast bar he gave gone bad? No, they were freshly new. Either way, her pain was quite obvious. In a sudden rush, she left the room in a rush, obviously ill by something unknown. Stefan slowly got up, heading towards the door.
"I'm sorry to leave. I have many questions, but there seems like a medical emergency. The lesson was great. I'll be excusing myself."
Stefan looked to the witch, Bella, still with his odd expression.
"I look forward to fighting with you in this class. I apologize we didn't have time to converse."
With that, he was calmly gone from the classroom, ready to tail the girl named Luka.
JACOB MATHEWS Combat Magic Teacher Ex-Verewolves Private Contracting Co.
Jacob stood and watched, not able to fully respond before Luka left. "Uhh eh yah... just............ aight." Jake shrugged assuming it was girl things or just bathroom. Nervous maybe. He didn't know banshee anatomy and habits much at all.
Turning his head with Stefan as he gave his leave and went to help the girl. "Of coarse of coarse, nah, please, go go." He said very lackadaisically but somehow nicely and understanding.
Standing for a few moments looking at the door, then to Bellatrix's direction, then to her. "So.... I guess what questions do you have miss, uh, Bellatrix." He said with some enthusiasm. His eyes rather groggy now.
