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 Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 8:37 am
The door to the classroom creaked open as a red skinned youth poked his head in. The room felt tense and there was already writing on the chalk board. He was late, he knew he had really only a lame excuse to pardon him, he clutched the note in his sweaty palms already feeling nervous. He had heard the teachers muffeled voice from outside the door and now seeinghim he felt more terrified than before.
He didn't want to interupt but he stoo din the middle of the doorway clutching a peice of paper his dragon Keir was playing with a gold coin, bought off to behave well.
Chath ventured to say something and cleared his throat. "I...I am sorry I am late professor.." he trailed off as he couldn't remember the name his mother had told him before he had left the car, he glimpsed about the room quickly and noticed Lial, Earako, and two other students he hadn't met before.
Earako looked terrified and he wondered what had just happened.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 9:16 am
Thomas paused mid-stride as the door creaked open, his eyes flashed instantly to those of the newcomer. He didn't say anything, but the boy knew he was in hot water somehow... like there was physical weight in those eyes suddenly bearing down on his shoulders. "Glad to see that you could take the time out of your busy schedule to join us mister Chath...", He pointed to the last desk in the front row sharply, "Please... won't you take a seat and begin a one page paper on why it's important to arrive in class on-time? I expect it by the end of class. You'll have to borrow a set of," he glanced to Keanu, "Notes", then back over to Chath, "From one of your attentive and on-time peers to catch up on what you've missed today."
Without waiting for a reply he walked forward, stopping and turning in front of Ligeia's desk. He slowly lowered his gaze on the boy, locking his eyes to his own like he had done to the bat girl. Again, he would feel as if all was an open book, laid out completely without any hope of being hidden. He himself would feel naked, exposed, like he was in the middle of an empty room with the man staring down from the ceiling.
"Physically weak." He started off in that hissing tone of his, again only Ligeia would hear it despite the fact that this time he wasn't bent over his desk to whisper it, "And none too bright...It took you quite a time to learn how to speak properly...You like to learn, you like to know... but your true strength lies in what you put your heart into. You trust that there is light even in the darkness, anger is slow in your heart."
He stood himeself upright, hands still clasped behind his back, "Your power is that of the soul...the spirit is strong in you and gives you strength where your body and mind are lacking."
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:44 am
Ligeia was frozen under the man's gaze, flintching a little at his first words ever if it were something that was he were well aware of, he knew he wasn't very strong. The next part forced him to flush broghtly though, he was mentally weak as well? He wondered for a moment if there were anything he were good at and luckily for Ligeia he continued on saying more. 'Strength of the Heart', 'Light in the Darkness', and 'Anger was Slow in his Heart'... all that seemed to ease the sting of being told he wasn't very bright. As the teacher stood upright he gave a little sighing sound of relief, hoping that the Professor was done with him.
Though he did like learning what of the three types that he would be learning it would have been nice for the Professor not to announce his lacking in body and mind both to the class. Embaressed Ligeia dropped his gaze, lifted a wing to hide himself, and wrote down what the teacher had said if only to distract himself and keep himself from looking around, not wanting to know what the others might be thinking.
Vorel lifted up and laid his head on his partner's lap, crooning up at him and gave his shirt a little n**, tugging on it until the owl child lowered a hand to stroke his cool, glassy scales while he wrote. He assured Vorel that he was alright even if he felt a little dizzy at the moment.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 1:21 pm
Either Paxton's reflexes were slow today or he just wasn't easily startled, for as the rest of the students either flinched...or even stood up, he simply stared blankly ahead at student getting lectured by teacher. Thankfully Marigold, his dragon, took the initiative and created enough startled actions for the both of them.
At first she had been quietly sleeping under Paxton's desk until the bang spooked her awake. That wasn't good, for as she rose up her head hit the underside of the sturdy table Paxton was leaning against. Thunk! The dragon whined now startled and hurt . Panic over taking her she now curled up as small as she could and turned into a quivering mass of jello.
In a small cataclysmic chain of events, Paxton's head in the meantime had slipped from his hand when Marigold jarred his seat. Thunk! Now his head hit the desk...well, chin really. Either way, it really hurt! Both dragon and owner victims of their own clumsiness and Tom foolery.
Nervously Paxton swung over the side of his desk and clamped his hands around Marigold's muzzle. "Ssh," he quietly, quietly, whispered, because, for the love of god he did not want to become Barkhelm's next victim. The dragon looked more irritated now than scared...but never the less it silenced her.
Looking up Paxton now noticed the newcomer at the front of the class. Wait when did he get here?--Oh well, poor kid...but , ah, lucky Paxton, Chath made for a perfect distraction.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 6:11 pm
The sound of the door opening drug up Keanu's attention from watching the teacher. It wasn't that Keanu thought he was going to hurt anyone anymore, but he didn't exactly feel like trusting them completely. Well the spell teachers that was. Now after Raven's blowup. They weren't people to mess with, Thomas had proven that by now. He just wouldn't be allowing himself to really relax in the class. He had to keep an eye on things, not only to learn, but also so no one ended up as upset as Indigo had in the other class.
Which was why Chat's entrance was lucky to get as much attention as it did. If only briefly to see who it was as the boy was quickly adressed by the teacher and Keanu glanced back in time to get the look. Notes, yes he wasn't taking notes. He should just leave it be already. He might miss something important if he was too busy writing stuff down, and that wasn't allowed to happen.
Then the teacher was back to doing whatever it was that stare did. It wasn't normal obviously, not if he could just look at people and they knew what they did wrong. But that alone couldn't be why those two were shrinking under it, right? Both ears lay back as he listened to the teacher speak again. Not the nicest things to say about someone, even if he did later followup with something kinder. Definitely a wierd teacher, and not the most friendly. It didn't matter who he was speaking to really, if he wanted to continue saying things like that to people, well Keanu would have something to say.
Even if he wasn't too fond of getting yelled at again today. If you could call the stare being yelled at.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:48 pm
It was if Chath's face took on a new shade or orange as he clutched his note uselesslyin his hands before marching solemnly towards his desk. He nodded his head at the teachers chasty abd unerstood full well that he would not be late to class again.
Taking out his paper from his book bag he also brought out his pencils and erasors and swallowed hard. How long did this essay need to be? And he peered out of the corner of his eye watching as the teacher moved from each student drilling them on one thing or another, he felt him get nervous.
He would be last of course...if at all. He didn't want to ehar what the teacher had to say about him. It would all be bad things of course. the crumpeled peice of paper that was the ntoe from his mom sat on the upper corner of his desk and he then pulled his paper towards himself and scribbeled a title.
'Why one should not be late to class.' by Chath Emehud.
THe essay would be droll and he wasn't exactly sure what and how long it needed to be. He watched Keir giving the teacher odd looks that resemebeled fear. Strange for Keir to fear anyone, the dragon had attempted to cower under his desk as best as he could fit.
His pencil started scribbling away, trying to figure out hte best approach to tackle this essay. He couldn't help but overhear the Teacher talking to the other students and winced at each word said.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 8:24 pm
((I'm a bit confused, I thought Thomas's words could only be heard by the addressed students? So I'm not sure how to react.))
Earako, at this point, was still completely unaware of her surroundings. What the teacher was doing and who he might be talking to went completely unnoticed as she mechanically stroked Vimber, her eyes kept firmly shut behind her sunglasses. More than anything, the young girl wanted to cry, but she knew better than to do that in class.
If she sniffled a bit, well certainly everyone else would be so focused on their lessons that they wouldn't notice.
It was a horrible day after all, despite her brief hopes. She wanted to start over again. Start a day with pretty clothes and no teachers getting into her head and making her feel gross and sliced open, like all her insides were outside for everyone to see.
Her wings drooped where they were wrapped about her shoulders, and she slumped in her chair, painting a very different picture from the usually perfectly polite young girl.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 9:00 pm
"Mmm..." Thomas stepped back away from the students, glancing each one in the eye. Perhaps... he was being too hard. Many of the children were already giving him the look that a mouse would his pet snake before it was squeezed to death and swallowed, "Already many of you are...", He made a motion with his hand, "Misunderstanding this assessment. You see... just because you are not as strong in the two other aspects, it does not mean you are dumb... or weak... or have a fickle spirit. It simply means that those attributes are not your best."
He lifted his hand, the chalk lifted again and began writing - 'To each element it's own power... none more important than another but each dependant on the other.'
"You need to realize your weaknesses if you are to handle magic... if you are to handle dragons... if you are to fight. If you begin spell casting without knowing the good and evil of your actions, the strong and the weak, what you need to depend on and what you need to avoid then yes... you are a moron."
He pulled back his sleeve slowly, showing a hidious scar around his left arm, right in between his elbow and wrist. "This is not my hand. Mine was lost to my own arrogance. I tell you your weaknesses and have you face them so you do not make the same mistake."
The subject was dropped as quickly as the chalk behind him did as it settled back into place. He began for the next student. Keanu.
The boy's eyes were brought to his own, even if he tried to avert them it would seem like only a tunnel, his eyes being one end and those of Thomas being the other, the only light, the only thing to see anywhere. His voice- to the other students -was a dark hissing whisper but strangely...still melodious.
"Though you are strong your body is more fragile than you allow yourself to realize... you are foolish in that aspect. The art of the sword, the path of the hero is more than a good build and a quick draw, the true power is that of what you know and what you know you are capable of."
He stepped back, his voice once more projecting to the others as well, "Your spirit rules you, Keanu. You know right from wrong, you wish to defend the light and smite the darkeness... your soul is what gives your body strength and your mind and edge... but do not be afraid to study for there is power in knowlege."
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 9:34 pm
((The first stuff is talking quietly so only the kid can hear. Though the second part is announced to the class, Lithle. That's how it's working. ^^;; So no one but Keanu heard the bit about knowing his own limits, but they heard the next paragraph.))
Keanu might not have had the look of a mouse, but he wasn't grinning. It was more of a firm frown and a unwavering stare that meant he was likely studying the teacher to see if he was something to worry about. As of current, the vote was yes on that. There was something about the teacher that left the leopard a little off balance. Not fearful, but definitely not happy either. Which wasn't a feeling he particularly enjoyed.
Of course the lesson made sense, no aspect could always win. That was why he needed to master each. It wouldn't be easy, but he'd find a way. And weaknesses? Not a problem, he could fix those, work on any he had. Not that he had any, right? He mentally nodded to himself in agreement before the man pulled up his sleeve.
A lost arm.
That was definitely curious, but that wouldn't happen to him. He might have almost lost his eye, but he wasn't afraid of such things, people were more important than that. He wouldn't make the same mistake anyway.
And then the talk was over and the man was heading his way. The boy continued to stare up at the man, not bothering to try and look away. Showing fear meant you lost, he'd never lose. Not before the battle began, not at the end either. So ears remained pinned back in slight annoyance for a brief moment before he too got a feel of what it was like to have someone messing with your head. So to speak anyway.
His ears went slightly slack as a look for mild shock appeared on his face for the duration of the speech. Then he was stepping back, and it remained a moment longer before the boy got his wits back.
He wasn't fragile, he wouldn't break. What was that teacher talking about.
After the man finished speaking to the class he opened his mouth as if to speak, only a single sound coming out before he paused glancing down at his desk a moment. "I..." Was the teacher right? Did he not even know that much? He fingers dug into the jagged scaled along the pale dragons forehead slightly. That couldn't be right, could it?
Eyes darted back up to watch the teacher. Well then he'd just have to show him that he wasn't going to make the same mistake. That he could prove he knew his own weaknesses.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 9:49 pm
Laial had manageded to block out most of the distractions as he slowly read all of the notes he had written down, stopping to write down what student was what. Maybe he could find a pattern somewhere, something that would hint to him what he would be. Earako - Mind
Ligeia - Spirit
Keanu - Spirit He lifted a pencil from his notebook and blinked. No one was Body yet. Maybe Body types were harder to come by? I bet that someone like Simon would be Body. he thought bitterly. No way did he want to be body. So then what would he be? I guess I have to wait for my turn... he muttered to himself before turning his head slightly to see the other students.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:32 pm
Chath halted in his essay writing to listen to the teacher intently. His eyes as large as they were looked starteled to hear that the professors one arm was not real. On a seperated peice of paper he jotted down the teachers words.
He felt nervous, he had no clue how many of the students the proffesor had gone through yet. He had that sinking feeling he would be last and really wished he hadn't of been late. He jotted a few more sentances down in his essay before pausing to listen again.
ANd despite his fear of the teacher, he refused to let it get to him. He was going to be a hero. He couldn't, no wouldn't let a teacher scare him off the track what would he do against monsters?? And suddenly, something inside of him setteled down.
A monster...the teacher was a monster, and Chath was the hero. He would defeat this creature by succeeding in class and prove his worth to his classmates.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 11:23 pm
Slowly fingertips wiggled around, hand went to pencil, pencil to paper and so, Paxton began to write again. Eventually his digagram drawingshad three more sections. Words could be picked out here and there, "Good", "Evil", "Dependant"...Despite the atmosphere of the room, Thoma's lecture was actually pretty interesting. Paxton had never really been exposed to, "magic" or "fighting" before...suddenly the future was sounding interesting.
An' Ohshitwhatwasupwiththatguysarm!? Oh god it was--deformed? No, not deformed, just not part of him. After a time the lovebird had to ask himself just why he kept starring? Accidents happened...this teacher couldn't take the past back,and honestly, nobody would have wanted their arm that way. He shouldn't stare, it was rude.
The boy averted his eyes, bodily bits and discussions of accidents gone wrong sent his stomach turning. Mmn, perhaps that's why he kept looking at Barkhelm's arm, that morbid fascination with the horrific. Suddenly the future wasn't looking too good after all.
Rolling a long pale lavender sleeve up, Paxton rubbed Marigold behind her ears, it was calming and eventually allowed his attention to wander back. Ooh~ Keanu's turn now. Spirit? So...Keanu was a spirit? That was a surprise. Sheepishly on his notes Paxton crossed out the "BODY" above Keanu and typed in "SPIRIT".
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 12:43 am
Ligeia's wings gave a soft flap before closing once more against his back, relaxing as he watched the chalk move to write on the board again leaving more that would need copied down. He felt a little better now that the teacher had spoke again, he was able to make what he had said before sting a lot less.
This made Ligeia smile a little bit then picking up his pen, hand starting to move when the man pushed up his sleeve to show of a scar. The writing impliment stilled as the Professor explained the consequences of what would happen to those that didn't take magic seriously by showing. His dark eyes widened and he opened his mouth about to ask something before clamping his mouth shut. He didn't want to say anything at least not out of turn and especially not when the teacher had recovered the marking and moved on passed that subject.
It interested him though, he said it wasn't his arm. How had he gained a new arm? Had magic done that for him? He chewed on his lip, curious. Then shook his head, his eartufts twitching, he shouldn't be thinking on that as it was a bit of a morbid train of thought. Then turned to watch the teacher, listening closely as he spoken to Keanu but again unable to make out what it was that was being said until he decided to allow the entire class to hear him.
So Keanu was someone that was of the same element as him? That was neat.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 1:05 am
It might have been clear at that point that Thomas 'preyed' upon the students whose thoughts or emotions caught his attention. His eyes were constantly working between those of the students, pulling something from them each time so he knew just where exactly they were at. If they were paying attention, if they were nervous, angry, sad, anxious, though the entire time even his expression remained deadpan. His tone was a constant one, no ups and downs, nothing to betray what was on his own mind.
He made his way across the room this time to Paxton, standing there with his body facing sideways but his head turned fully to watch the boy's eyes. His lips quirked with the faintest sign of amusement, "Well well."
This time he didn't bother leaning in, but like before only Paxton would actually hear a voice coming from the teacher as the others heard only hissing and grumbling. Not that Paxton would notice- his focus was on those golden eyes.
"Spiritually you're as pure as the water system for this school...I do suggest we all start bringing bottled water by the way... and mentally you've got some wit about you but wit and wisdom are about as different at night and day..."
He spoke up, once again understandable though he still held the boy's eyes, "Your mind and soul are dedicated to pleasing the body. Deep behind it all, it comes from the desire to kindle your true element... you will be studying the arts of the body-based magics."
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 1:38 am
Paxton had just finished putting the last touches on a new arrow he was drawing when he noticed a shadow fall across his desk. Oh fabulous...his time had come, slowly Paxton put down the pencil. In the back of his mind he began regretting having such a vividly open display of emotions. Did D-corp ever offer acting lessons? It was times like these they could have come in handy.
Of coarse, that was just wishful thinking. You simply can't deceive someone who can get inside your mind--for goodness sake, they know your thoughts, or more about you than that. Paxton found out quickly enough that his teacher could do more than just terrorize students.
Eye's widened at the mention of purity, and just kept getting bigger as Barkhelm continued on. Eh-he-he ...oh dear, so someone else knew now? Wait just how much could this guy know? Screw wit and wisdom---‘But, he's bringing up a good point!’ Something in the back of his brain shouted. Ok, ok he would listen. Yup, listen now worry later.
The next part was best though, for it was when he learned his strong suit in magic. Interesting...the opposite of what he had thought he would be. Yet, why did this guy have to mention the part about dedicating to 'pleasing the body'? Couldn't he have just side stepped or rephrased it, Paxton didn't want others in the room to catch on about---"Eh-heh." Paxton rubbed the back of his head. Thank god, thank god for the bright red magical feathers that hid everything!
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