<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Icky post because I suck. :3 For those who replied to the thread in the G-R Forum. Talon Galdon (Precaution) Xerxes Tenor (Fused Eidolon) Koyota Quentil (pirateferret) Rlett Jappaush (PimpinOtter) Kien Amednu (kutz) Also, if you want to join and you aren't on the list, PM me and we'll work something out ^^; Mia 32, 81379</td></tr></table> Mordraug flicked through the sheets attached to his clipboard. A brief look at his lesson plan and he was ready. A multimedia cart had been wheeled into the room by a helpful student, and was now positioned at the front of the classroom, videotape sitting on top of the VCR for later. The scarred vampire tossed the clipboard onto his desk, drumming his two machina fingers against the surface of the table. A quick glance at the clock told the eccentric male that the bell was about to go, and his students would be arriving soon. With careful precision Mordraug flipped open the dirty leather satchel at this hip and began laying out a small assortment of vials, jars, and pouches along the front of his desk. With a crooked grin he took his seat behind the desk and waited for his class to start arriving.
Rlett padded his way calmly to the class. He only had a small pack wrapped around his shoulders. It only had a notepad and a writing utensil, he didn't care to much about the class. He just wanted to know what type of poisons there were out in the world and how he could use them. He figured that the class would be about remdies but he had a smart mind and was pretty confident that he would find a way to reverse the lessons. It took him only mintues to get to class, apparently he was the first one to arrive. He opened the door and looked over to the teacher. Rlett immediatly obtained a weird feeling about this 'dragon. He couldn't quite place it so he dismissed anymore thought of it. Instead of standing in the door, Rlett walked over to the nearest desk. He unwrapped his pack and threw it on the desk. "Hi, I'm Rlett. I'm assuming this is the poisons class." he spoke to the teacher. His tone had no real feeling to it, almost as if it was empty. Rlett didn't really notice any change, so he just layed his head down and waited for the rest to arrived. His tail flame glowed white around the room, giving off a littl extra light.
A robed figure wandered in, his partisan clicking against the ground, notifying everyone within hearing range that Talon Galdon was hanging around. He waltzed over to a desk, close to the front, as always, and sat down, strangely, without sound. <span style='color:orange'>Morning sir...</span> He commented, slowly starting to get used to the whole "school" thing. He eyed the teacher, noting the machina augmentations, but having seen the like before, not bothering to pay much attention. He stiffled a yawn, and leaned back, closing his eyes. All he could do was wait until the bell rang...
Koyota wlked slowly up to the door of the classroom and took a deep breath. It had been a while since she had taken a class for her own benefit at the school. She adjusted the bag on her shoulder before shoving the door open and stepping in. She lifted her head and looked at the teacher. She had looked up the poison's teacher the previous day. That way she would know, without having to ask, if she was in the right class. She eyed the other students behind her long black bangs. She chose a seat near the back and set her handback on the ground next to her. She tried to seem as small as possible. The one thing she hated about going to class was that there were other students. Most of the time she was lucky and no one strove to make conversation with her. On less lucky occations others would see her drawing or something and feel the need to comment on it, much to her discomfort. She looked up at the clock, skimming her eyes around the rest of the class as she did. She was waiting for the bell to finaly ring.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Kay... I was waiting for some people to post, but I guess they aren't going to anytime soon. I'll pm them about it. For now, we'll just say that they're late for class. oO; ^^ And precaution, I'm not picking on you, just trying to be realistic. </td></tr></table> Mordraug eyed the students, noting that he was short a few. Oh well, latecomers had better have good excuses if and when they showed up, or they were in for a detention after class. The scarred vampires twisted grin grew, a crescent moon of yellowed fangs and mottled gums. <span style='color:steelblue'>“Young lad."</span> He rasped, addressing Talon, <span style='color:steelblue'>“Are you aware that weapons are not permitted on school grounds? I’m afraid I’m going to have to confiscate your lovely partisan and have you report to the office after class. I myself have no qualms about you carrying such a fine weapon, but the school rules are there for a reason."</span> He finished with a small nod, standing with a cacophony of creaking bones and popping joints. <span style='color:steelblue'>“As for the rest of you, all two of you, my name is Mordraug Nyote, and I am to be your Poisons teacher for today. Today’s lesson is not for the faint of heart or those with weak morals. I’ll be teaching you how to make and treat various deadly poisons, as well as show you a video on the after effects of a few more… insidious toxins. This video will contain a few rather gut-chruning images and graphic gore. If at any time during the class you feel the need to leave and use the washrooms, let me know and you are free to go."</span>
Talon gave Mordraug the evil eye. <span style='color:orange'>I'm sorry sir, but this partisan is not only a type of self defense, but I sometimes require it for walking, under certain circumstances, and it has a significant sentimental value. I have had this weapon all my life, yet if you insist...</span> He flipped his partisan around and with a few deft twists the blade came free and dissappeared within the folds of Talon's robe. Talon gave Mordraug another glare and went quiet, already disliking the fiend, but making an effort to put the incident behind him. He thought back to previous encounters with some deadly poisoners, whose victims had been a mass of bloated flesh by the time he had found them. Some had been friends, others enemies, but Talon had soon determined he would need to be able to turn the poisons upon their masters if he would continue to live. He would put up with this arrogant cyborg as long as it got him a good mark, for he realised that to others his partisan DID look a little dangerous to others, especially when they learned Talon knew how to use it...
