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 Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 6:43 pm
In this vaulted, shadow-filled hall, two lanterns (one on each wall) begin to glow with a weak golden light. Seconds after that, two more lanterns hanging 10 feet beyond the first two begin to glow dimly. Pair by pair, each set separated by 10 feet, lanterns flicker to life and provide a faint illumination. Once a person enters they spring to brightness, lighting the whole room, and leading the way down stairs and past several long tables with identical chairs behind them.
The back wall, which is behind the tables, and is split by the stairs is bare, only holding high-up windows which let sunlight filter into the room. The side walls are completely covered in both posters which contain strange formulas, alchemy symbols, designs, and people using magic, along with bookshelves that are entirely full. The front wall, however, is simply one gigantic whiteboard, the name "Brooklyn-Lark Jetter" written in the scrawling script typical to most professors.
The young man's desk sits just in front of it, and seems in order, with a basket filled with whiteboard erasure markers, and several texts. Also the folders containing the profiles of his students.
Still, this is not where B.L. Jetter stands. Instead, there is a lecturn, on a slightly raised area to the side of his desk, and in the center of the front area, where he gives his lectures. This is where he greets his pupils.
Today he was expecting a group of four young women. He liked them better, anyway. Quincey was being a handful.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:39 pm
Damaris made her way down the hall to her classroom. She was relieved that the magic teacher she had been given a class with was not Ms. Millner, Damaris in her current state could have very well ended up in a months worth of detention if she ran into her again. She hadn't met this instructor so she wasn't sure what to expect but magic was interesting none the less.
She entered the room with her blue dragon Red by her side. Red seemed to like the rather dim atmosphere but would have preferred it to be a bit drier but he supposed it was better than some of the class rooms in this facility. He strutted in slightly ahead of his girl, head held high and strutting although as of late his strut had become a little waddle-y.
Damaris entered the room and looked around before spotting her instructor, "Oh, uh hello." Damaris said her eyes still adjusting to the gloominess as she made her way over to where the man was, "Are you Mr. Jetter?" She asked hoping she was in the right room. It was her first magic class, and although the place was obviously a magic classroom she just wanted to make sure.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:38 pm
Alaqua wandered into the classroom and glanced towards the teacher before taking a seat and crossing her arms. Her whole attitude seemed to read "Okay, I'm here. Don't ask for more than that." The brass dragon beside her was whispering (well, for a dragon anyways... it was clearly heard by all present in the room) "La... Don't make the teacher mad this time..."
The koala girl just grunted and didn't acknowledge the brass's plea. She'd had a class with this man some time ago, but she couldn't remember much about him. It had been a while... and she'd slept since then.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 12:53 pm
Tyven Reever entered the lecture hall, her purple hair tied back in a fashionable bun, revealing her bone structure and fierce eyes. Tall, lean, and gorgeous, she wasn't exactly the friendliest looking D-corp child out there. Black, well fitting pants were buckled at her waist and her black military coat cut a sharp figure against her black wife-beater.
Azucar was just behind her, the black lindworm silently winding his way to select her seat, between Damaris and Alaqua. There weren't too many seating options as some of the tables had small signs that read 'do not sit' on them.
Removing her jacket, she casually set it on the back of her chair, nodding to the instructor in greeting. "Professor Jetter." She took her seat, a pen and notebook appearing shortly on the tabletop from her messenger bag.
Her lavender eyes slid from Damaris to Alaqua, taking in the slightly older girl's demeanor. Interesting.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 8:52 am
The young man's stern eyes met Damaris's and he frowned slightly, though not out of any particular dislike. "Professor Jetter, yes." A nod of recognition was awarded to Tyven, and the redhead tapped his lecturn, counting students. One was missing.
"Please introduce yourselves. Name, species, age, dragon's name and species, and something about your interest, or lack thereof, in magic."
D-corp children were required to take magic courses. He had no doubt that some weren't interested at all in them.
[Any entrances after this point, one week from thread's creation, are late arrivals to class.]
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:03 am
Cleo was, indeed, late. Shilling, being the friggen genius that he was, had chosen to try and eat her shoes like any good, brainless dog might have. So she had to change.
Instead of being in a frilly yellow thing with little pom-pom boots, she ended up in a pair f jeans (oh god), a bright yellow tank top, and sandals.
Looking ridiculously pissed off didn't help at all, either.
She jerked the door open with a brief little squeak, stumbling her small body inside. Her face was red under the darker tan pigment and Shilling guiltily slinking up behind her as she stumbled in.
"Sorry! He ate my shoes and-" Shilling got a glare, "-I had to change! Sorry sorry!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:10 am
Ala turned as Cleo ran in, late. Well, she was glad Bob never ate her shoes, though she'd prefer it... She hated shoes. The teen rotated her body back to the front of the class and recited what the teacher had wanted. "Alaqua, koala, 15, Bob, brass, and it's better than melee." Short and to the point.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 1:10 pm
Lavender eyes shifting briefly to the door and Cleo's sudden entrance, she casually swept her bag off the seat to her left, letting it hit the floor with a thud and clearing space for the other girl even as she spoke up, low voice smooth, measured. Now she sat to the left of Ala, and Cleo would be to the right of Damaris.
"Tyven Reever. I am an Indigo Snake/Human hybrid, fourteen years old. My obsidian Lindworm's name is Azucar. I prefer combat, however, there is nothing bad to be said about becoming well-rounded."
A slim hand reached up to push some hair from her eyes. She hated shoes, as well.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 1:45 pm
Well la-te-da wasn't some one important. She thought to herself as the man frowned and corrected her. Damaris dropped a hand off to her side to pet Red's head lightly.
" I'm Damaris Draque-Javier, a str-" She paused for a moment remembering what she was told a couple months earlier, "desert grassland whiptail, I'm thirteen. This is Red, he's a blue dragon and probably won't do much other than lay here the whole time. I like magic, it's interesting and it's always new and exciting." She concluded.
Red snorted a bit at her rather lacking introduction of him. He should have had a much more glorious introduction, rather than that little blurb.
Damaris noticed a familiar face walk in through the door, "Cleo!" She said brightly remembering the bird girl from the last time they met in Isle De Gambino. It was nice to see a familiar face.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 12:06 am
Cleo hesitated for the briefest of seconds before she skirted over to her sister and flopped down next to the indigo snake. Hell, she even cuddled up for a second before she noticed/saw Damaris.
"Damaris! Hi!" She waved quickly before realizing.. Ahahahaha. Her turn to even say something, wasn't it? A good thing she liked to talk then. The goldcrest made a little face and squirmed down in her seat - the bench - before letting out a sigh.
"I'm Cleo Kushieth and I'm-" She paused and glanced over to Tyven, "Am I eleven Or twelve? Almost twelve? Something like that. I'm a Goldcrest and my dragons name is Shilling. He's kind of dumb and might try to lick some of you but he's mostly harmless."
Cleo grinned then.
"I like combat. I'm good with knives. But Mam said I had to learn magic and Tyvvie was taking it so I figured why not."
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:06 am
[Out of town for a week. :3]
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