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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 2:54 pm
The First Swordsmanship class takes place on the Academy open grounds, sheltered by a wide roof supported by four massive pillars. The ground is covered in neatly-mown grass, and in one half of the "classroom", pillows are placed for the students to sit on. The other part is left open, without any seats or training accessories, for the possibility of first fighting attempts of the students.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 3:31 pm
"Keiteki, the handsome and dashingly styling teacher, at your service!" Screamed the madman, who, to his surprise, had no students to lecture on his overall amazing attitude and superb use of the blade. Walking over, Keiteki grabbed a chest, and dragged it along the room, the cedar case holding in all the supplys that would be needed for class. Now waiting silently, he drew his zanpakutou, and rose it high over his head, calling out its name. "Ginmekki..." He whispered, hoping that he would use it to punish some disorderly students, or some overly excited pupils.
[entrance post razz Let the class begin]
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 4:33 pm
[clap clap*]
Calm now her stomach was and well drained as her little detour was worth her time. This time, good fortune dazzled on this tyke as she made good attendance. So far, she was beginning to think less of this curiculum even though it was but her first day along with the rest, but was never precisely expectant. The teachers here...some wildly ingenious, some...insane. This one now, Renkishi was strucken with surprise when the angle of her tabi's had inched into the entrance.
". . ." Just when things couldn't get better... The little light refracting from the glint of his blade had caught her attention, and meaning of his warning or friendy threat. Not at all phased at his actions, she just cleared her throat before walking around it. Small movements of breezy gravity swaying the blonde strands of her streak yellow hair. Punk she was, Renkishi just gave out that boresome look before finding herself a seat onto a soft material. Presumably a pillow. I doubt that there is a story time... Her grin curved for the muse in her transversed echo had highlighted her inner humor. Not quite. However, the future activities held within this room may just change regular academy life. More to say, Keiteiki the 'dashingly styling teacher' may just have a fan club roaming about. Either antic about his looks, or his charisma. Just thinking about it made her closed lips stumble in muffled laughter while the pale red pepperd across her cheek said otherwise. Haha.. I'd say it's charisma...!
[[Don't take it the wrong way.~]]
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:36 pm
"First student, for that, I give you a prize!" Shunpoing next to the student, he held out his hand, and showed her a simple cloth. "this is a cloth to wrap around your hands, because by the time you are done fighting in this class, your hands will bleed more then your blade." The stern look of the teacher was instantly gone, as he skipped back to his original position, a bright flash of light seperating the second that his blade was drawn and to the point in which it was swiftly put away. A sigh of relief overcame him as his hoarse voice echoed through the class, the sound of a dieing elephant seemed more literal to his sound, he was either tired, or insane, like the rest of the teachers. Clamping down on his teeth, he spit a small amount of blood onto the sheath of his weapon, the purpose for that would be reveiled in a short time, or at least it would be if the students misbehaved. Oh how he wished they would.
Looking to the student that was obviously scared, or should be at this point of insanity that the teacher just showed. The swordsman teacher introduced himself. "Konichiwa! Watashi wa Eki Keiteki desu! Dozo yorishiku!" He chuckled heartfully to himself, even though they were japanese, he doubted that someone would understand him. "I said I am Keiteki, its nice to meet you." Bowing slightly, he couldn't help but smile. "whats your name, might I ask?" Interupting himself, he did not give time to finish. "Wait! Before that we should start the lesson, because none of these other bastards showed up!" Pulling out his blade he showed it carefully. "This is a zanpakutou, also pronounced zanpakuto and zanpak-to. "
[I took it the wrong way... BAN XD funny stuff Don't worry, you can joke all you want with me razz ]
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 3:38 am
[Yare, Yare~]
Laughter stopped and died dead by the time his item had drifted into the core of her palms. Either her stunned expression meant well, or just took him too seriously about the bleeding part. What else could she do to show that she cared? Cared enough to not get beaten to a rut in this class. One thing's for sure, this school can take on a bit of humor, as this one had demonstrated with...well, poor aura, but thoughtworthy jokes. Not bad...just not too bright when still intimidating.
Well, she wasn't at all that surprised when he had to repeat his intro. By no means did Renkishi not understand common Japanese and English. For a girl who has died her hair blonde, meant nothing when she still held her ethnicity.
"Ah. (Translate: Yeah.) Nice to meet you too...Keiteiki-Sensei.. -" Somehow, she had a feeling that he would find reason to cut this conversation. Was Renkishi endowed in shock? No. Was she amused? Yes. Even though she already lost track of half the things he had just said, she decided to repeat the last one. To show that she, CARED.
"Zan.paku.to...?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 1:39 am
Caeles absently wandered through the Academy, looking around for the students. Getting ideas from students always works, their brains tend to operate strangely after all the lessons, though never as strange as his own. With his umbrella trailing in the grass behind him, the Head Researcher walked towards one of the classes out in the open. The swordsmanship class by the look of it. There were swords. With a slightly vacant expression on his face, Caeles wandered in under the roof and stopped, raising an eyebrow as he saw only one student. Rubbing the back of his head slightly, the pale shinigami lent back against one of the posts to watch the lesson.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 3:46 pm
"still no one..." Keiteki whispered silently to himself as he looked on to the only one still here. "Oh well I guess we can start the lesson!" Waving his arms around like a lunatic, he opened the chest of goodies that he had underneith him. His long arms unhatching the sides like it was a precious jewel, only to pull out broken swords and pieces of weaponry. "this is the first weapon..." pulling out a sheath, he tossed it gently to Renkishi. "So you put your sword in here." Smiling, he clenched his fist, and the sheath turned into a large arangement of flowers. "In most cases, a sheath cannot do that, but I guess you can already use a sheath, so we can skip that. Anyway I will give you the appropriate names for your weapons." Holding up the bottom part of the blade, the part in which you hold, he began to pull other objects out. "this is the Tsuka. It is the hilt of your weapon. This is in order to hold your blade without cutting yourself." Pulling out a large ribbon, he wrapped it gently around the Tsuka. "This is the Tsukamaki. This is the wrap that stops your hands from slipping. Now you see this ribbon hanging down? well that is easily stopped with the Kashira." Placing a golden cap on the bottom of the hilt, it was looking more like the bottom of a blade. "Now we need a hand guard, also known as a Tsuba. These stop enemy blades from cutting off your hands when you clash swords. some people do not use the hand guard for various reasons, some find them uncomforting for the hand, I personally love to keep my hands so I dont mind the discomfort." Placing it on over the top of the hilt, the bottom half of the blade was complete. Throwing the objects onto the ground next to Renkishi, he smiled. "now you make one."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:33 pm
Renkishi didn't get crap, or at least the knowledge that the man had given her by the time she snapped out of her daze. She really only noticed the time the sheath had gently padded against her hands, and when the materials bobbed next to her toes. Even though Ren had been staring straight at his short work of aptitude, her irises never shifted, so it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to recall the memo from scratch. Though at least..she gets to try. If he hadn't already noticed. . .
"...Right. Make the Zan..paka-ta..? Kay then.." She said, already forgetting the pronunciation of the Shinigami's wonderous weapon for the teacher had not really clarified her first attempt into speaking it herself. So thinking now, it would be said like that until corrected otherwise. Ren kneeled onto the floor, but found the tension ridging between her knees far too uncomfortable and slumped into a bored criss cross apple sauce. In between her right index and midde, suspended the cap, while in her other arm, held the Tsukamaki wrap. Between the collision of her legs, was her asuuchi that she inserted into sheath. And in her teeth, held a gentle, but at the same, a firm grip onto the opaque cleavage of the hilt.
"Lssk schee'... (translation: Let's see..) " Despite the canals of saliva readying to stream down her fore lips, she shouldered the hilt to the opposite corner of her already outstretched lips, Renkishi shook away her shoulder ache and started.
Minutes or more after. . .
First, she had started with the guard. The tips of her fingers were slightly scathed from minor accidents when firmly attaching it, but the sweat behind her focus just seemed to make it worth it. Next, she did the wrap. That part, she thought, was the most challenging for she knew less of the blade's distinct wrapping pattern. In the end, they were floppy and loose like those rag tailing from a mummy. At least.. the light shown nicely on the bottom cap..
". . ."
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 9:46 pm
"Good job on your zanpaku~ta!" Keiteki uttered, looking around for a bit. "well since not a person has shown up, I am going to assume everyone stopped caring, and as for you Renkishi, you passed, you may have some handy work to make sure your hilt is more elegant, but I am happy with your work, just be sure to put a nice blade on it, and you will have a complete weapon. I am glad that you have progressed as such, and this class is complete for now. good luck with your next class." walking a bit closer to Renkishi, Keiteki's fresh scent filled the air, the male odor was slightly overpowering, yet it has a pleasant feel to it, and as he approched, he passed over another cloth. "Since you were first I gave you a cloth to wrap around your hands, for the amount of blood that will fall during this class, but this one is to wipe your eyes from the sadness that will come over you because your amazing teacher will have to teach another class, and leave you for the time being." Looking at her weapon, he was quite impressed. "you may keep that, although not a proper weapon, it will remind you of passing this class with flying colors!" Walking away, Keiteki resumed his position at the top of the class, waiting for his next class which would happen after a short while, hopefully.
[UGH I am SUPER busy... I am sorry for such a crappy post, and I am sorry I could barely post this week... Please forgive me for being such a crap teacher crying ]
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 2:22 pm
[[S'fine man. You have a life, dont'cha? lol.]]
With the cover of her left arm, (after she put the sword down) she slid it across the slightly damp debris of her lips and stood up to bow. But before she could, the horrid scent of cologne snaked into her nostrils. Almost as if his coming near had triggered a gag reflex. Though pertaining enough dignity, the girl managed to suck it in, except for the water fishing out of her sarcastic eyes. Though his tacky apparel no longer mattered to her when he did pass her, and allowed her to keep her creation. Despite its' embarrassing symbol of her handy work, she felt rather proud. For not many teachers praised her like this in her past. Though really, it was only because she didn't try. At least she was given a good memory on this class as well, and the reminder to 'try at things'. A small grin stretched up her face as her eyes narrowed back to her calm half.
". . . S'ank you, Sensei." So she said, in a jokeful manner, but narrative in her tone as she left after a short bow. Calmly striding out with her 'picasso work' slung over her shoulders.
[[-exits- Nice havin class.~]]
[[Ooc: Can't say that I was the ONLY student. Caeles wandered in too I believe. ]]
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:18 pm
((OOC: Only student, Caeles is the Head Researcher, He wandered in to observe a lesson... I think I'll send him to the other class next time...))
Caeles observed the lesson as the teacher explained how to construct a zanpakuto, but raised his eyebrows in surprise when the lesson suddenly ended. Turning his head, Caeles dark rimmed golden eyes scanned the area only to see the single student leaving. "Hmm.. Well that was unusual... Yes, yes it was.. Onward to the Kido lesson we say... Hey, this grass is green!!" Pausing for a moment as the third personality stated his opinion, Caeles looked down and shrugged as he saw that the grass beneath him was indeed green. Deciding to go with the second idea, the pale shinigami wandered away from the area, making his way towards the kido lesson.
[Exit]
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