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The classroom has a large shelf in the back that covers the wall, filled completely with different books containing different Mythology and Folklore tales.

Your teacher: Shirou Hajime

His mask was on his face where he mostly kept it and his earing swayed with his movements. He wasn't sure if he was running late or if he was early since he never really looked at a watch for the time since time did not matter to one who does not age.

Looking at each tag with the different names of the teachers, Shirou looked for the one that belonged to him since he had forgotten the room number and after what seemed close to an eternity of walking, the man finally reached his destination. Opening the door, he expected one of two things. One: An empty classroom or two: A full one. He got a little of both. Instead of it being empty, it had an occupant but only one so it was not full either."Hello, have you been waiting long?"

Watching the other through the eyeholes of his mask, the man crossed his arms and thought it over for a moment before lookin down at the hand the man had extended for him. Sighing softly, he takes the other's hand and shakes it gently with a hidden smile."It is nice to meet you, I am Shirou Hajime and I do not believe that I need any supplies or anything for the class but thank you."

Shirou nods before walking over to his desk and sitting down in his chair, making no movement to remove his mask."Yes, thank you. Thank you again for your concern, have a lovely day."

Shirou tilt his head to the side in question as the other exited room. Tension...did he look tense? Perhaps he did. Sighing softly, Shirou lifts his mask and rests a hand on his cheek as he used his desk to hold his arm up."Perhaps it is because I am nervous..." Sighing softly again, he slips his mask back on and stands before leaving the room to get a drink.

ooc: Exit to?

Ixen Bereth

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Ixen, backpack slung over his shoulder, walked down the hallway and towards the Folklore and Mythology classroom. He noticed the door way open but there was only one person in there. They could be a student--which was much more likely--but perhaps they were a teacher--which was also very likely. He gingerly stepped into the classroom, looking at all of the books on the shelfs. Ixen picked one off the shelf and began quietly flipping through the pages. It was an old piece of Norse lore: the Prose Edda. It was an old favorite of his grandmothers which he remembered seeing in her home. He never read it though, but perhaps now was the time to do so.


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☆Where am I?: Mythology Classroom
☆☆With whom?: Another Student
☆☆☆Out.Of.Cake.:

Ixen Bereth

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Ixen, reading about how Odin outsmarted a giant, was startled by the sudden sound of a voice coming from nearby him. He turned around swiftly, wearing a shocked expression and a faint red blush that adorned his cheeks. After processing what he had said, he smiled at the boy. "Y-Yeah. It's, uh... the Prose Edda. I've always found folklore interesting. You like folklore, I take it?" He asked, the pinkish tint on his cheeks being too stubborn to leave. He thought he might as well continue conversation with the stranger.



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☆Where am I?: Folklore and Mythology Classroom
☆☆With whom?: a stranger
☆☆☆Out.Of.Cake.: