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 Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 12:54 pm
Nadyrr picks up one of the brown techno rings and attaches it to the shoulder of his sweater. Smiling slightly he shakes his head looking to Yalitza, "You can sit with me if you like. I don't mind. Not sure there will be a lot of sitting though." Nadyrr gestures slightly toward the professor, "I have a feeling things might get interesting for this class. His gaze quickly looks toward where the professor is and then back to his little group. "I guess we wait for everyone to get settled and then find out what sort of class we are having."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 11:13 pm
Jaenelle had absently followed behind the flock of students making their way to the Botany class. It was only when she felt the hard stone floor no longer underneath her feet that she looked up to see the Floral Gardens spread out before her. What was this? It certainly didn't seem like a classroom to her, although the Melancholy did have to admit holding Botany where there were actual plants thriving was a good idea.
She obediantly took the technoring and hooked it to her high color. Flicking it active, she felt the sudden weight of the headphones push out most sound. Arranging them so she could still hear clearly, Jaenelle looked around at the others. As always, the little cliques had already gathered. The Melancholy snorted and went to reading a book she just happened to be carrying in her bag.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 3:47 pm
To be fair, Galadrae had been perfectly content standing in the background, just behind Nadyrr, letting things simply happen around her while she watched. In fact, she loved nothing more than to be an observer. Thus, she let out a surprised squeak as she was nudged closer to the group, regarding Ubel with owlish blinks. Then, remembering her manners, she blushed and held out her hand to him. "How do you do, Ubel?"
Then she found herself turning unsteadily on her heels to face Yalitza with a bright smile. She was pleased to meet her? This delighted Gala to no end. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Yalitza," the green-skinned girl declared with a little curtsey.
But Galadrae could feel and wholly emphasize with the mood of discomfort eminating from Nadyrr. Four was an awfully large group, as far as Gala was concerned, and she wasn't in any way accustomed to associating with anyone but herself.
At least, she thought, she had this class to look forward to, and the idea of studying bottany cheered her.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 9:16 pm
Professora Quenda came back into the classroom followed by the remaining gaggle of the students who hadn't recoiled to their rooms. That had certainly not gone as she had hoped, but had not been too far off the mark of what she had expected. It was for just such reasons as those illustrated why Gatekeepers were brought along on such an outing. "Now then..." Quenda began, eying her remaining students with a great deal of concern. "I firstly want to express my gratitude for you help. As you saw, there's no way I would have been able to gather enough to make the trip worthwhile on my lonesome. So, my heartfelt appreciation. You may all keep those lent Technoequip Headphones as a token..." Quenda smoothed her skirts absently and offered a strong and encouraging smile. "You did well, all of you. Thanks to you the City's Mandrake supplies are replenished." Quenda looked up tot he old grandfather clock ticking away in one corner of her classroom. "It seems, however that the Andras interrupted us quite early on in our adventure, so we have plenty of class time left to learn at a much more relaxed pace." Quenda smiled kindly. "I don't expect you to take notes if you're too tired... Just listen and watch, and don't worry - there'll be no pop quiz."
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 2:18 pm
Nadyrr tapped his technoring letting it slide from his head; in the rush of everything he had forgotten to set it back. Glancing around at the other students that looked as tired and scruffed up as he felt he wandered to the side to find a spot to sit. Offering his teacher a small nod to let her know he had heard her he dropped his bag from his shoulder and took out his notebook.
While he waited Nadyrr stretched slightly and looked around to the other students trying to see if he could spot anyone he know among them.
Feeling more then a little dishevealed Belwen leaned against a nearby tree and tried to sooth her dress. Taking a cloth from her bag and pushed away from the tree as she listened and used a nearby faucet to get it wet so she could at least clean the dirt and sweat from her face. It had certainly been an adventure; but in her opinion adventures were going to take a different sort of wardrobe in the future.
Frowning unhappily Belwen reached down and gripped the end of a loose piece of cloth; steadily she guided the rip so that the cloth wouldn't just be dragging. Next from her bag she took out her brush and took a seat along the edge; then with practiced care she started to brush her hair out. Her eyes unfocused and Belwen just stared ahead her mind wandering and feeling somewhat lost.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 11:09 pm
Aysel trembled, barely comprehending the professora's words as she rubbed her own arms, glancing about herself. While a part of her wanted to withdraw to her room and curl up under the covers until the memory of terror went from her, she knew that it wouldn't do her any good to be alone right now. It hadn't occurred to her to knock on any of her friends' doors, either...although she would most likely been welcomed in if she had. But that was alright...she had wanted to attempt to discover the source of the Gardener's (Yambati's, she corrected herself, as Quenda was probably the true Gardener) peace that she'd glimpsed when he was splitting her seeds. Sagging back against a smooth-barked tree, she let herself sink to the ground. Ever the academic, she wearily reached for her notebook, getting it out and ready for note-taking, before pausing to inspect the group of students more carefully, to see if she could spot Antigone, or Lior, or Ubel, or Grave (no, no...not Grave, she reminded herself, he was a One now. Oddly enough, she missed having him in her classes.)...or anybody, really, that was familiar to her, and that she could see and know that they were safe...alive...here.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 10:14 am
Galadrae sat next to Nadyrr, huddled up tight in her chair, knees to her chest, rubbing at her sore foot which she'd stubbed when she tripped. For a moment she had almost thought she wasn't going to make it back. In fact, she was still shaking. She probably had no business coming back to class; there was no way she would be able to properly concentrate. But being in class, learning, was a comfort to Gala... much more of a comfort than sitting alone in her room would be.
So there she sat, hugging her legs, her technoequip headphones lying on the desk in front of her, staring vacantly at the front of the classroom, trying her best to listen.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 3:00 pm
Yambati returned to the classroom, despite not even needing the credit. He was still shaking, but it was subsiding. He'd be able to focus, especially since this was Botany. And besides - learning would get his mind off of the heated run from the attack.
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Biwa only came back to the classroom because she hoped to find Abacus there. Or Arwen. Somebody she knew. Being alone, even if just walking through the halls, had scared her, and seeing the others helped her relax. She looked around in search of her friends, trying to hide her trembling.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 8:05 am
"Now then..." Professora Quenda murmured aloud, tapping one finger against her round chin. "A simple lesson I think would be best." She smiled and sat, happily resting her feet on an ottoman set before her chair. "Throughout time and culture, the acts of farming and harvesting have been intrisic to society. Ancient civilizations worshipped Goddesses of the Crop and Harvest, Gods who could fertilize the land, Demons that represented the death of a crop. The things grown by a people are required for their survival. Not only foods, which we do grow a wide variety of, but also medicinal herbs, alchemical components, and Samples for certain types of Hybrids which can work in the City." Quenda thought of an idea, and whistled a high sweet note. After a moment's pause a little Animus Hybrid waddled fatly up to her chair and raised its head to be pet. Tickling its yellow crown of petals it murmured and writhed happily, tiny black beaded eyes squeezed shut in its ivory face. "This is Murmel." Quenda introduced. "To make him, I utilized a Maggot Sample, in combination with a Dandelion Sample and a Toadstool Sample. While most Hybrids are created for menial labour or dangerous tasks, Murmel is merely my companion, and something of a guard dog. Though he does not look very frightening, when angered or frightened he does spore. We learned this quite by accident, and the results were nearly fatal." Quenda beamed a smile around the room and stroked Murmel's spotted back.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 9:07 am
Somehow, Arwen had managed to avoid the library, hand-in-hand with Danna to the classroom. On the chance that her partner did not want to go to class, she released the green-haired girl, entering the room like someone lost. Hazy red eyes shifted around the faces, recognizing some and completely missing a few, trembling legs taking her to the nearest seat. Granted, her trembling was more from the exertion of her body than fear, but it was there all the same.
She did not, however, take a seat. After placing her school items, she happened to see the familiar and shaken form of Biwa, looking as lost as Arwen had felt. Maybe it was her exhaustion, or maybe it was because she needed the comfort, but the lithe girl moved towards the pretty Biwa and extended a hand to her. "We're all right, Biwa. We're all accounted for." Arwen fell silent as Quenda began to speak, offering a small but gentle smile to the girl next to her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 2:54 pm
Elanin walked into the classroom a little shyly. It was her first day back among the others after being ill. She walked to an empty desk and sat down, taking a notebook, inkwell, and quill out. After loading up the quill, she started jotting down notes, hoping she wasn't too far behind that she couldn't catch up.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 10:14 am
Professora Quenda looked about at the small remainder of her student body and sighed. She supposed it couldn't be helped after the experience they had all had, but still. What to teach such a small group of students? "To make a Hybrid, you need a Minimum of two samples and a Maximum of five. If you have specific parts of your specific Samples that you wish to remain dominant, remove all extraneous parts." Quenda pet Murmel's head and smiled affectionately. "In Murmel's case, I kept only the Dandelion flower of the Dandelion sample. Then you order the desired Samples by importance of which Samples you'd like to have preference, and be more obvious or dominant in the finished Hybrid. Murmel's dominant sample was the Maggot. Then the dandelion, then the toadstool." Quenda settled herself back into her chair. "So, I'd like you all, for homework, to come up with a possible Hybrid design, be it Animus, Flora or Fauna. When you've finished it, show it to me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 3:41 am
Yambati smirked softly. He'd wondered about hybrids - after all, he'd have a hand in creating them some day, and Quenda had yet to teach him about them. This was as good a time as any.
He set about doodling things out, mostly plant diagrams. Remembering the failure that had been his Art project, he kept it simple, to what he knew, for now.
He wondered, idly, if you could make a snake-like creature... with leafy "wings".
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Biwa smiled up, shakily, at Arwen, taking her hand lightly after a moment's hesitation. She blushed at the contact - physical contact always seemed so foreign to her - and turned back to listen to Quenda.
When the assignment was given, Biwa's smile widened a little - this actually sounded like a lot of fun, and after missing Art (which she'd heard about in little bits), she looked forward to the design. She opened her notebook and started to jot down ideas - bird, winged foxes with floral vines for tails...
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 6:37 pm
Professora Quenda gathered her skirts and drew herself to her feet. "Well, that's all the time I have left for Botany, this semester. But when you've gotten some work done on your Hybrids, please bring them to the Teacher's Lounge, and we'll look them over together. Who knows, we might even make one into a real, live HYbrid!" Quenda winked at Yambati, her apprentice, and took a deep breath.
"Well now... I think I'm off for a nap..." Quenda stifled a yawn and moved towards the door.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 6:57 pm
With a steady Clip, clop, of velvety hooves on the White District floor Tamerind made her way to the auditorium in which she'd be teaching her course. History, the teaching of the truth of the City of Empyrean. It was through her course that Empyreans learned their place, their role and their path in this world. Tamerind was just the woman to teach it. Stern, strict and no-nonsense, she was one of the Oldest Empyreans in the city's service, and still in remarkable clarity. No sign of taint touched her, no Brokeness, no Cursed status...
Merely steadfast as always, Tamerind, the History Professora.
She entered the Auditorium with the same measured pace, on perfect time for the class, and not to be rushed. She clip-clopped her way to the front of the room and turned in a magestic centaurian sweep, looking out over the as of yet empty seats. She waited.
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