Bella walked into the classroom, empty, and no teacher either. Were all these classes dead? Her bright green eyes sweeped the room, chairs in a circle, looks like the class was os social ground. Something Bella didn't like too much. Were these kids going to be hippie children with flowers in their hair? All about life and living? She already felt her stomach churning. There was no happy endings and that was just life.
Bellatrix took a seat, taking out a journal and began writing incantations. It's always good to practice your magic, If no one could access theirs, then what good were they? Plus, this class could help her write more even. She began to start out with a simple small simple words not really trying. Though first she had to think of a spell that can work with the elemental magic she can do. Perhaps more water like magic.
Ronin stepped into class quickly, taking a seat as fast as possible. He wasn't really interested in being here. Infact, he was more irritated that he missed out on his first day of combat class. Flipping a pencil and allowing it to rotate in the air and back into his hands multiple times, he waited around for the teacher to appear. Infact, he never noticed any other students around. His mind was preoccupied in being annoyed.
Bella raised an eyebrow when the newcomer walked inside. He didn't even say hello, talk about rude. His constant pencil spinning was more than annoying. He looked cocky, like a pain that she really didn't need. He was going to make this class difficult and she knew it. He looked angry so that was kind of amusing.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes away from the male, letting out a light sigh as she began to write more of the words on the paper. Possible ideas for the newest spell, she had to learn it, then make the incantation and then link the magic to the words. It was more complicated than it sounded.
Her teeth clenched, all the possible spells were too weak or way too complex for her standing at the moment. Her head began to her and a light growl came from her lips. But then she breathed in, regaining her cool and closing her eyes for a moment.
Ronin gripped the pencil as it fell one last time finally. It seemed awful to just be sitting around here doing nothing. Writing was alright; it was like a form of war tactics and battle. It's just when you are forced to do it and in a specific way was it bothersome. There was a paper infront of him, so he just started to doodle whatever came to mind. Looking to the side, he noticed there actually was another person in here. He gave a slight wave, continuing as he pleased.
Bella looked up and saw the wave. She raised an eyebrow and only gave a mere nod. He was certainly the lazy type, she could tell.
Sitting there, doing as he pleased. Then again, so was she, but she had the feeling he was going to do that no matter what. She preferred to pay attention and such, he seemed like a rebel through and through. Just lovely, he was going to make this class interesting wasn't he?
Maybe the smell of iced mocha would hit their noses first, maybe their ears were closer to the hall so that the rather floppy steps of fresh Chucks might drum up a posture in them they'd practiced without being told they were being told to; maybe it was some synchrony of this that produced something higher, untraceable, that might tip off the students one by one or all at once, depending on the inherent differences in species here, that a teacher was coming. When the presence washed over the bank of the doorway, with momentum, it wouldn't stop until it crashed albeit gracefully on the provisioned desk and--damnit... Dust. A sigh turned out to be the actual first words the angel incognito said to her class this morning, and with new faces this was hardly the primped expectation so practiced like posture which was practiced without... In case of fire, one could see if they actually followed the thinking gaze of the lock-jawed intellectual, break glass.
Do I have to do more work now? Hmm... I think they can catch up. Yeah, that sounds right. Kids cheat. Ok, let's do this.
"Hello everyone," she said as her eyes stopped their fluttering. "I'm seeing some new people in here; which is good for you, because we're on an upswing, so to speak--taking for granted you're all half full people. You'll like it here, hopefully." She tapped her foot a few times and raised a finger in an EXCELSIOR! type way on her way to the chalk board.
"I'm Anise. Call me Faye, or whatever. For you new people: look to your neighbor; there are stupid questions in this class," the kids would nod, "and those stupid questions bring stupid answers, sometimes with stupidity interest; don't let that stop you." Here she turned around fully.
"Because poetry, is stupid. All this ready? Nonsense!" Theatrics already? "The only thing poetry can do is to try to communicate a feeling which probably won't feel the same again even to the author IN TACT to another with no 'empirical' way to relate." She gave them a moment to ask questions or mentally catch up.
"... So what, then," she said starting to pace, "are we here for? What is poetry? ... Seriously, tell me."
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 10:31 pm
RoninTakehiko
Ronin was tapping his pencil against the desk, listening to the teacher speak among them. She seemed nice enough but that didn't make the class any better. What was poetry, really? Ronin only did it out of boredom. Everything has reasons and wants, but his own seemed simplistic by comparison to most. How was one to describe something that was 'stupid'? The answer had to be simple, and he took a shot at the question to see.
"Expression?"
His pen tapping stopped, placing more attention to his answer. "Structure makes it hard to explain the complicated and stupid. We use our own imagination and view to explain this artfully."
"There ya go, you're thinking!" Anise said somewhat excitedly for her. She took a seat on the top of the crummy desk they'd provided her and sipped her coffee while her other hand flipped over and over in a "continue" motion.
"So, what about that," she said putting the cup down, "tell me more; how does expression give meaning to something?" At this point it wasn't so much a game of finding answers that were right so much as it was a question of how long one could keep pretending there was a question to be answered. This was the philosopher's approach to poetry.
Anise had noticed by this point the witch, whom she didn't know was a witch off hand, had been writing something on her own. When Ronin finished she would call on her.
"You're new aren't you? Already writing, yes? That sounds nice. While we're talking about expressing ourselves, why don't you share a little of that?" This wasn't to be mean so much as she liked workshopping. The angel found it the most productive means of learning.
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Angel Of Blood Moons
Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 12:47 pm
[Is exiting character because I haven't been here]
It wasn't so bad waiting for class to start. Anise found she got quite a bit of work done in the small snippets of time from class to class. Teachers were just as busy as the students--more so, actually. This was especially true with the shortness of staff Augustine was stammering through at the moment. The thing about stress, as Anise always pointed out, was that it always turned the things she loved into the most dreaded of choses; and as she sat with her feet kicked up on a satellite rolling stool she found with a sigh that she really hated poetry today. But hey, a job is a job. If this kept her off the tedious patrol jobs Heaven would have her on, then by all means she would suck it up and teach these kids.
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