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 Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 1:22 pm
Coincidentally, as compared to his earlier student, the combination of his next student was one that he'd had to deal with before, and hadn't minded in the least. Gluttony/liberality, from what he knew of the combo, didn't mean a whole lot in the ways of negativity, it just meant that they took on maybe a little more than they could handle, and tended to not bother controlling themselves on that front, or any other, really. His last skills class with one, however, wasn't really anything new to the other boy. In immediately assuming that the gluttony part of him had put him out of shape, accompanied by a supposed obsession with video games, he'd guessed that a more enjoyable form of exercise would be what the child had needed. Aaand, he was wrong.
But that was rather unrelated to what he was planning on doing today. After a bit of aided research, he'd learned that the gluttony demon -at least, the previous one- had the ability to unhinge his jaw to eat things too large for its mouth, much in the fashion of a snake. So, going on a whim, he'd decided that they could test that ability out on his student for the day!!
Unaware of whether or not he was able to digest anything or only food items, Fifth had made sure to gather a multitude of different things in various different sizes; car tires, two liter soda bottles, deli platters, entire hams, along with prettymuch anything else he could find between a pawn shop, a junkyard, and the grocery store. So, leaning back in his chair with his usual handheld video game clutched between two large hands, he waited for his student to arrive...
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:25 pm
Good days were increasingly rare for Dane, and it seemed today had so far been one of those days. He hadn't been thinking as much as he often did, nor was he fretting over things. He had woken up that day and just seemed to be in a better mood than usual...until he remembered he had a class. The teen hated going to that facility, it brought back horrible memories that he really didn't want to deal with, he was just hoping that this wouldn't completely ruin his day.
Dane had finally arrived at the facility, a couple minutes late traffic seemed to be bad that day for some reason. Glancing down at the piece of paper that came in the mail he made his way down a few corridors until he found the room. The plump spawn knocked on the door before opening it and heading into the classroom.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 1:31 am
It was only a couple minutes that Fifth was able to play his game. When the knock came at the door, he sat back up, the chair legs making a rather loud collision with the floor. He flicked the switch on the game and put it back, making his way to the door to his classroom and pulling it open. Oof; maybe he should have switched the lesson plans around. Make Fitzroy try to unhinge his jaw and get this kid -Dane, right?- some other, fun ways to exercise. But, he smiled anyway, despite the fact that this really wasn't going to be a solution to the poor kid's weight problem.
"Welcome~ If you're Dane, you're in the right place. My name's Fifth Avenue -Fifth is fine- and I'll be your skills teacher today," he said rather cheerily, knowing that many of the kids had a terrible association with this place and figuring that it was best to make them feel like he was at least nice. Pulling the door open for the boy -young man, really- he let him in and followed him into the room. "Any questions for me before we get started?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 10:15 am
Dane nodded his head, "Yeah I'm Dane," he said, stepping into the room with his hands buried deep into his pockets. He seemed either a little shy, or a little nervous. He was trying not to come off as a total ornery p***k to his teacher this time but regardless of his attempts the damn facility always put him on edge. He wondered what the hell kind of name Fifth Avenue was but kept his remarks to himself.
He glanced around the room arching an eyebrow wondering just what all the junk was doing lying around, "Yeah I do," he responded looking back at Fifth, "What the hell am I learning?" he asked. The note he received in the mail only informed him about a skill class or something of the sort, exactly what this entailed Dane was unawares to.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 1:08 am
Fifth only nodded at the fact that he was right in guessing who his expected student was, following him into the room and letting the door close behind the two of them. The response that he got the spawn's once-over of the room made him chuckle softly, giving a bit of a sheepish smile at how strange this probably looked.
"Actually, that's an easy way to get into the class itself. Aaas you could probably assume. Anyway, you're going to be learning whether or not you can dehinge your jaw, a talent that your demonic DNA donor carried. I brought all of the various things because... well, the last spawn of your combination that I taught was able to eat most different things, not just food, so I figured that it would be better to be prepared," he explained, smiling slightly. So, intrigued?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 12:25 pm
"De-hinge my jaw?" Dane repeated, "Sure, sounds interesting enough," he said, with a bit of a shrug. He didn't seem quite so enthusiastic to begin with. However as the teen thought on it he realized just how useful that skill might be; seeing as how he was always trying to cram food in his face right before he had to go do something, which tended to cause him to be late a lot.
"I've never purposefully eaten stuff that isn't food...though I do end up eating Popsicle and corn dog sticks a lot, gum, I think I've eaten some silverware before too..." he mused. At least it seemed this little revelation of his would make the class easier, "Anyhow, how do we get started?" he asked, moving his jaw back and forth and crossing his eyes as if he thought he'd be able to see something happen with his jaw.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 3:46 pm
Fifth nodded in interest to all of what the boy explained to him, adjusting his large golden wings behind him and smiling slightly. So, it seemed that he didn't necessarily have a taste for things that weren't considered a typical food, but he could eat them despite that fact. Honestly, that seemed a tad bit more interesting if not slightly different from the other gluttony children that he'd met in the past.
"Alright. Well, so long as you didn't have any kind of stomach problems after eating that stuff, seems like you can actually digest it, even if you don't have a taste for it. In that case, we're going to start you on the 'normal' food, just in case," Fifth explained with a nod. The question had him stepping over to the table that was covered in food. From that table, he picked up a six-inch sub sandwich, holding it out to the boy. "First is testing your gag reflex, because if it's too sensitive, this might be a little difficult. Try your best to eat this while opening your mouth as wide as possible in one bite. Well, try not to hurt yourself, either."
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