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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 9:46 pm
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Etiquette. Ashanti frowned, listening to the others introduce themselves and give their explination of what it meant. Did this mean... customs? Her people had customs, they had many customs. Whether or not they had 'etiquette' was in question. She supposed they had it, based on the others' explanations. Clerics were taught from a young age to be proper and controlled. Could that be considered etiquette? It could be, she decided as the rowdy ones were kicked out of class.
The Abyssal Dragon stood to her full seven feet, towering over some of the class, and spoke. "I am known as Ashanti, Aprentice Cleric of the Pyres. Your designation system tells me that as an Abyssal Dragon, I am a 'monster'. As for etiquette, I was taught from a young age to be proper and controlled in all situations.
"I regret I am not sure if this acquates to your 'etiquette'." The tall young woman spoke with a calm, controlled voice though almost too quiet to be heard over the ruckus. She bowed deeply, being mindful of her wings, and sat back down in her chair.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 9:52 pm
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The second trouble student left, and Winter gave one more sigh. She had waited too long to return to Amityville; it seemed some students were already almost too far gone.
"Anyway." She sighed, and then continued: "Remaining students, please continue." And, not a moment later, came the boil with the teacups, offering her one. She took it with grace, as always, and listened to his little riddle.
"It is considered rude in some cultures to deliberately resist introducing yourself in a concise manner. Please reconsider your methods of introduction, at least in my classroom." Winter scolded lightly, trying to instruct the young student into slightly better habits. Her attention drifted to the newest student to enter, who offered an outburst with a bow.
"This time, it is fine. Next time, please try to be prompt. Please take a notebook and a seat, and then introduce yourself to the rest of the class." Next came the Cleric-Dragon, who received a small nod. "I will respond to that later, Miss Ashanti, thank you for sharing. Next?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 2:02 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 3:23 am
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It seemed one certain vampire had walked by the classroom door just in time to catch a very familiar sounding spiel from the other side of the threshold. The boil rubbed his chin in thought as he contemplated excusing himself before having to go through the hassle... But the hassle was half the fun!
Regardless, Lou needed an etiquette class. Life wasn't all sexy fun and games anymore. It was sexy fun and games and a dash of responsibility!
With that all-knowing grin of what just transpired, he sauntered on in, read the board, and carefully plucked a pen and notebook before taking a seat. More than likely, there would be no note taking but childish lewd drawings by the end of class.
No words, just a trot back to one of the vacant desks. He flipped the notebook open to the first page and hovered over the book as the boil began 'note taking'. "I'm Lou, but you can call me s-" He halted, his brow furrowing. "Ah you know what? Booberry beat me to it. I'm not gonna play second fiddle to that." The vampire would admit JD had a nice technique. It wouldn't be quite right to attempt a followup. "I like shoes and I have a hot ghoulfriend. Those are my important qualities." He looked up from the paper and winked, before turning his head back down.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 6:08 am
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Nahm was considerably later than his brother. There was an explanation, and it involved an escaped minipet, and inkjar of dubious provenance, and a number of other things, but he wasn't about to offer this explanation. Instead, he simply slipped into the classroom, got himself a notebook, and found a seat, listening to the other students introduce themselves to get a sense of what was going on.
Before he seated himself, he inclined himself in a bow, his fingertips pressed together in a triangle, and said, "I hope you will excuse my tardiness, Professor. I am Nahm deVarr of the deVarr Clan, a monster and a Grue. Etiquette is a set of social rules governing politeness, intended to smooth interactions and to give strangers common ground on which to meet." Then he folded himself into the chair, currently on his best behavior, though he shot a glance and a glint of a toothy smile across the row to where his twin and Merry sat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 9:41 am
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Combined with something else? Darkness? A strategically placed cold breeze? The possibilities Serafina had unwittingly sparked begged for contemplation, but he couldn't do so now, not with all of the winking and flirting and general bad behavior going on at the moment.
He had never heard of Johnny Danger before, though from what he could see, the boil was certainly... something. And that something was contagious. Ghouls swooned, other boils acted up, and Brenley found himself sinking deeper into his seat with secondhand embarrassment, only straightening again when the demon was gone.
Before he stood, Bren carefully gathered his charmed items and stowed them away. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and introduced himself with a practiced confidence he did not feel.
"I am Brenley Davis Quinn, a sorcerer. I'm hoping to start a side business selling charms and potions for, well, all occasions really, so if you have any requests, please approach me after class. I think that etiquette is understanding and engaging in behavior that is proper for where you are at any given time. It might be inappropriate to offer a ghost food, for example. Or to ask a banshee to, um, calm down." He looked around, quickly taking his seat before he said anything else that was completely idiotic.
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"It's—"
Rojo paused when the teacher arrived. Ooo! She was so proper! The skeleton sat up and folded his hands again, staring straight ahead through all the comments and detentions. He was a good boil. Look at how good he was.
He sprung up after a rather dour reaper had retaken his seat and launched into an introduction. "Good morning! My name is Rojo and I am a calaca. I come from a beautiful city called Muerto, and you should all come and visit because that would be wonderful! Etiquette means being nice and waiting your turn. It is making people feel special when you are with them and it is very important." He nodded and sat again, flipping his ornate coattails off the back of the chair as he did so.
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Lyle had absolutely no idea what was going on, but everyone was certainly being very entertaining. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs at his ankles and his arms over his bisected torso.
He wasn't sure if he had nodded off or just lost time again, but when he became aware of his surroundings once more, the room had descended into a brief silence. Was now a good time to fill it? Some part of him seemed to think so. The boil was standing and speaking before he had given himself permission.
"How do you do! I'm Lyle Rigby and I am a ghost." What else was he supposed to be saying? "I am very pleased to meet you all and to be attending this class." He rubbed his fingers along his jaw, then clasped his hands together with a little bow. "Right! That'll be all from me then." Lyle floated back down into his seat, hoping someone would jump in and wipe his poor introduction from everybody's memory.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 2:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 7:01 pm
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Arrakis had woken up early, gotten dressed early, made it to class early, gotten his pensnake early, and sat down early. He was excited, it was true, and he couldn't help looking around the room with a considerable amount of obvious interest. This interest was, of course, also devoted a fair bit to his pensnake itself, watching it almost as much as he watched everyone else.
He did settle down a little bit when the demoness teaching them came in, however, recognising authority when he saw it. Etiquette 101? Well, he had to start somewhere, didn't he? This class would do fine, he figured. Introductions were definitely something he could use, seeing as he knew exactly no one else. And so, Arrakis listened attentively, though his attention did wander a little when a couple of students started acting out. Thankfully, that did not last too terribly long.
Before too much longer, it was his turn. He'd rehearsed what he was going to say in the back of his mind while he waited, and now was the time to try it out.
"My name is Arrakis Dismth. I'm a dervish and a reaper and, outside of classes, I like dancing. Etiquette is..." he paused a moment to order the words properly, "a set of rules saying what is and isn't acceptable in certain social situations. It's also a script to follow in unfamiliar situations, like being polite when asking directions." Right? Well, close enough. He sat back down.
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