<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>// <span style='color:8c1d96'>Timestamp</span> \\ <span style='color:4b149e'>Quarter:</span> Mia (Winter) <span style='color:15389e'>Day:</span> 4th <span style='color:2670a2'>Year:</span> 81378 // <span style='color:#6A3312'>Aggression Paveumka</span> \\ Primary Trade ¤ Fighting (M) Secondary Trade ¤ Escape Artistry (M) Tertiary Trade ¤ Mathematician (M) Quaternary Trade ¤ Biokinesis (M)As discussed in the http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=3027main thread</a>, this is a private thread. Only students listed here may attend the class. (Essentially, if you aren't listed, you can't join. o.o' Sorry, y'all. Student, Sex, Age ~ Player Anezka Ylinari, Female, 16 ~ Zeva *Kutz Agon, Female, 14 ~ kutz Lyra Avalon, Female, 18 ~ Lautir *Nárohte Ghadhanfar, Male, 19 ~ Zeva Sah`Dja Sablestar, Female 22 ~ Rythe Talon Galdon, Male, 21 ~ Precaution Temrin Sanjem, Female, 17 ~ crystal_vixen_ Xavier Galdon, Male, 21 ~ Precaution* Tentative: Tay Ghanhanfar is my character, and will only appear if Kutz appears, or someone else drops out, to make the class even-numbered. Because there's no ahead of time plotting to have a conversation with Aggy-girl, posting order will be first-come-first serve: post once, and wait until I post again, then we'll continue that pattern until the end. ... Pretty please don't have your character apologize for being late... >_< Since I won't be replying until everyone has replied once, we're going under the assumption that everyone has run into the Tsupeon at the exact same time. Hence, no lateness. lmao. x] Note: Because this is a fighting class, the more descriptive you are in your actions, the happier I shall be. lmao. "A hits B." just won't cut it. So get them creative juices flowing and have some fun! ^_~ Now, I'll shut the hell up, and get things rolling. haha.</td></tr></table> Even though it was the beginning on winter, one soul in particular was thrilled. An eccentric pendragon by the alias of Aggression, for few really believed that was her true name, sauntered on all fours with a large, tan, rope-closed sack slung across her back, looking just a bit like a hippie santa of terran lore. The mostly brown and black 'dragon femme was here to set up class for the fighting students. She'd advertised the lesson quite a bit around the school as an intermediate class, and therefore expected those who showed up to have at least bit of basic skill. At minimum they would have to be able to tell their right paw from their left. Today green feathers were sprouting out of her hair every which way; three long flight feathers sticking out of the ends of the longest braids, and a few smaller ones poking out of the middle of places they probably found themselves in accidentally. She was decked out as she always was, her knife at her side, her arm guards, and various other trinkets. The sack, however, held the best mysteries. Depending on who showed up for this class would tell what she would pull from it. This teacher was always unpredictable. She brought the oddest stuff at times, and then perfectly normal supplies at others. Today they would just have to see. She, however, decides to root around in the afformentioned sack for some of the initial items she would be using to start class. Stepping over to one of the smaller fields off to the side of the large jemdrull field in the center, Aggro begins humming to herself some unknown ditty. A lively jig, if there ever was one. (Apparently she was in a very good mood, not that she had ever shown her more fierce side to the student body. Yet.) Sliding the sack from it's resting place across her spine, the middle aged female settles down upon her haunches and uses her nimble fingers to loosen the rope around the sack's opening. She probably could have gotten a better sack somewhere, something more secure, something better looking, but she wasn't much for being flashy, and the rope closed sack did its job, so she wasn't going to complain. Having opening the sack, and still humming her jig of a tune to herself, she burries a paw in it and fishes around for a bit. Bowing her head to get a better look, she nearly dives into the sack head first, looking for the items she was intent on having before her students arrived. The first items to be retreived from the sack were several pairs of gloves. They were well padded, and many various sizes, easily fitting the largest pawed male to the dantiest pawed female. These would be used later, however, as they would begin training as quadrupeds. Bipedal movements would come later. Also removed from the sack were numerous pieces of rope, about five feet in length each. What she intended to do with them was anyone's guess. And finally, three containers with varying weights of soft balls approximately four inches in diameter were removed. Each container the balls got slighty heaver, the lightest being a pound, to three pounds, to five pounds. They were filled with tumbled pebbles and cotton stuffing, surrounded by a leather casing. They would never cause any harm to anyone, considering the drill they were to start with, but their weight and material made one quite adverse to wishing to having one of these things impact you on any part of the body. (A well aimed chest through could knock the wind from you if thrown with enough force.) Satisfied with the set up, she sets the sack aside, though it was far from empty. Assuming they finished with what she initally had planned for their time today, there would be more drills to perform. Aggression, changing her hum to a whistle, stands in her quadrupedal form, and does a little dance: a hop and a skip. Besides dancing, she was practicing her footwork - footwork was key to fighting. If you couldn't move properly, it wouldn't matter if you could weild a sword or knife: you would never be able to out pace your opponent. But at the time being, there was no opponent to fight, and this wonderfully eccentric professor was just entertaining herself until her class came to call. And she would hardly cease her dancing and footwork for anyone until she was quite satisfied. Such is the way of the mysterious Aggy.
A black furred 'dragon trotted to the place she was instructed to in the class letter she had gotton. She never muched liked her quadrepedal form. she hunted mostly as a quadreped but felt the erge to use it today. she held the the note in a side pouch. She was suposed to meet the teacher in the fields. The fields were covered in a slight layer of snow, nice and calming. The sun was melting the bits from the trees. A clump of snow fell onto the dark female as she walked under a tree. it knocked her hair unto her face and she now had a wet streak down her muzzle. The peice of snow rested on her nose as she stopped. She sat back and breathed a few deep breaths before sneezing. The snow fell from her face as she smirked. The femme's gray blue markings shone as she walked in the melting sun. Her sword hung along her back in an easy reach case. She walked down my a clump of trees and saw a woman. she walked up to her and sat like the other femme had commanded her too. <span style='color:black'> Are you Mrs. Paveumka?</span> She asked shaking her gray blue hair from her face. her tail twitched is as muuch anticipationg as the other femme seemed to have stored up. OOC: this seems .. short.. XD compaired to yours it is XD *looks at your posT* looooooong.. XD
The pure black female looked around the school ground as she headed out to the Tsupeon. She could see her breath in front of her in the cool air. Really it wasn’t too bad but she didn’t care for the cold. She knew she needed to warm up before class so she broke into a slow run and she crossed the distance to the Tsupeon and into the area. She could feel her whole body start to warm and she felt a little better about the cool weather. It would mean being easier to cool down later. All Lyra had been carrying with her was a small bag over her back which she tossed close in the entrance. It only held a few papers from her earlier class so she wasn’t worried about anything be damage in the throw. She would retrieve the bag after class. Lyra violet eyes drifted over the training area. She saw that there was already a student here who also looked like she had just arrived. She walked over once she saw that Aggression was at that end of the field as well. She smiled when she saw Aggro dancing her little jig, she had always seen different from the other teachers. She remembered the first class which had been more oriented around throwing knives and daggers for most of the class. It had been fun and she had learnt a few new tricks in knife handling. Lyra went and took a seat down next to the other female. She had just gotten close enough to hear the spoken question. Seeing Aggro with the feathers in her hair she couldn’t guess at it being anyone else. <span style='color:9933ff'>“Yep that would be Mrs. Paveumka"</span> She said with a small grin. Looking over some of the small items Aggression had near her. She guessed the gloves would be used for paw to paw combat of some sort, she wasn’t sure what the rope was going to be used for and she didn’t look close enough to see what was inside of the other containers. Her mind quickly drifted away as she waited for the other students to show up and for class to get underway.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Oh God.... :huh: Will I be able to keep up with the vets? I guess we shall see.... Now how should I begin?.... :P </td></tr></table> Talon slowly made his way to the fighting class he had signed both himself, and his brother, up for. He saw himself in a mirror as he walked, and it made him seem old... Hobbling along, using his old, beat up partisan for support against the cold that he never did get used to, coming from the desert... Xavier, on the other hand; was hopping around, excited about his first "fun" class. He kept tugging at Talon's robe, urging him along like a young pendragon would help an old lady across the street. Talon glared at him, and he slowed to a walk... The class seemed ordinary enough, besides the eccentric looking teacher... But Talon still eyed the sack and gloves suspiciously. But he soon settled down, realising he was acting far too old for his age. He sat down and started meditating best he could, while Xavier went up to the sack and prodded it with a Titanium Claw. <span style='color:red'>Whatcha got in there teach?</span> He asked rudely, but retreated to sit beside Talon before she could answer, his rear end smoking. Talon lowered his hand quickly before anyone could see that his hand was still hot from the effects of the spell...
Kutz walked across the white snow covered field in quadraple form, bag hanging beside her left flank. Her white fur easily blended with the snow. Her blue-green eyes were watching the ever growing crowd of students. She knew some of them, but only by appearance. She wasn't the type to mix around. She wasn't the type to fight either. She wondered again what made her come. And she remembered. On her shift to Swaraj, she met a couple of bullies. She was small and hopeless and had let them bullied her. It reminded so much about the teasing her siblings had given her because she was different. Even her parents had ignored her abuse, hoping to toughen her up. What they did not know is that it only made her weaker. The anger she felt inside was new to her. She rarely felt anger. She came to Janardan hoping to forget her weak form and encounter. But another bully case set her to sign up for the fighting class in case another case happens. She wanted to hurt them like they hurt her. Just thinking about it, made her anger swell again. Kutz saw the teacher with dancing in a strange sort of way. She smiled. It was rare that she see a teacher ever so lively before. She looked around again and noticed some of them had weapons. Was she required to bring one? She didn't know. She hoped it wasn't required. She hadn't owned any weapons either. But the teacher had a sack and a few things out with her. So perhaps bringing a weapon wasn't really required. Enjoying the coldness of the snow beneth her feet, she sat down beside the smoking Talon. She liked the snow alot. It was white and pure. So calm and reassuring. Then she wondered if there would be blood shed when the class starts. Much as she hates fighting, she wanted to learn how to defend herself and for once, feel a little more confident. If ever this class could make her confident, that is.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>So freaking fried... ...I got nothing. </td></tr></table> <span style='color:gray'>Crap, crap, crap, I better not be late!</span> Sah`Dja tore through the passageways she hoped would empty into the Tsupeon on four russet paws. The last pendragon she nearly bowled over had assured her it was just a right and roughly straight path away, but that little event had happened at least a minute ago. She slipped between a pair of idly chatting students with hardly an “Excuse me," thrown over her shoulder. A tally of the apologies she’d have to make ticked through her mind as she ran, all to be made if a convenient moment presented itself or not at all. Well, the second male on her bounding journey rated an exception, definitely. Besides being cute, he seemed to have enjoyed their brief if rather personal encounter. In her defense, the registrar had slipped her into this fast approaching fighting class at the last possible moment, ‘to even the numbers’ she said, and said last possible moment just happened to be five minutes ago. The enclosed path belled upward like an archway, and the exotic images scrawled across its walls flowed around the corners of Sah`Dja’s vision. The heavy walls fell away, and open air embraced her with startling vigor. She pitched to a halt, paws momentarily skidding over dirt and sparse shoots of abused grass. The rays filtering through the skylight far above cut across her golden body as she gazed out in awe at the massive stadium. In space, such a grand enclosure would have been a luxury unto sin. Sah`Dja cast herself forward with tremulous strides, seeking out and finding the small group that would be her class with emerald eyes. She perked rather noticeably upon joining their number and sidled up beside Xavier as casual as can be. “Looks like you picked the right class to be in," she said to him with a wink then let her gaze drift over all the other females present. Her attention settled on their professor in the end, whose hum and dance delighted Sah`Dja. The vibe of their eccentric teacher set her in an equally grand mood. “Oh, excuse me, Ms. Paveumka, this note’s for you," Sah`Dja pulled a slip of paper from her purple satchel which basically stated her addition to the class, as well as a little scribble off to the side mentioning just how new Sah`Dja was to Janardan.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I just wanted to say welcome to probably one of the craziest IC threads. But then again, a lot of threads involving my characters end up silly/crazy... ^_~ I also wanted to say, each of your posts made me giggle! xD Always a good sign, even though I'm quite easily amused. hehehe. And now, enter my own characters, seeing as everyone's here! Prepare for another long post. lmao. // <span style='color:#8B6E55'>Anezka Ylinari</span> \\ Primary Trade ¤ Fighting (A) Secondary Trade ¤ Escape Artistry (A) // <span style='color:#b68741'>Nárohte Ghadhanfar</span> \\ Primary Trade ¤ Fighting (A) Secondary Trade ¤ Elemental Kinesis (A) Tertiary Trade ¤ Writing & Literature (A)</td></tr></table> The winged teen floats down from the sky, having been spending her time soaring. She just might have forgotten about this class, so enthralled was she in enjoying the cool breeze of the air from above, had she not been watching the gathering pendragons below her. In her years at Janardan she had slowly learned discipline, and was a rather skilled fighter, but every class counted, and she would not miss such a wonderful opportunity as this. Trotting along the ground, the pendragon teen meanders into the stadium, instantly spotting her class in the otherwise empty area. She smiles broadly to herself - it looked as if their teacher was dancing. Was that their professor for the afternoon? Could a spirit teaching such a class as fighting be so free? She didn't care at the moment. The militaristic ways she had been taught were temporarily abandoned. This youngster knew one thing, and that was that she would have to learn all forms of fighting if she were to become a formidible adversary. Learning formulaic moves would do no good against someone who didn't play by the rules. And this professor didn't seem the kind to bark orders. (However, looks could be deceiving.) Taking no chances, just yet, in any case, Anezka moves up to the line of students, smiling warmly but in a restrained manner. She had long learned to control her childlike exuberance, and was no longer an annoying cub. ~ Just down the busy hallway, one of many that emptied into the Tsupeon, a young male, a newcomer to the school, was busy looking at a sheet of paper in one paw, and holding a satchel in the other. He was stopped, looking a little confused, and somewhat lost. Normally, he would have asked for directions, but it seemed everyone was quite busily hurrying to their own classes, and he wouldn't inconvenience them. <span style='color:#b68741'>{The stadium has to be somewhere around here... They pointed me in this direction and said I couldn't miss it. How stupid would I have to be to miss an entire stadium?}</span> He smirks at himself, wondering further on the level of his mental capacity. He would find it. He still had time before classes were to begin, and he refused to stumble in late like a disrespectful cub. It was then that Tay noticed a sign on a half bent door. Well, really, the first thing he noticed was as soon as the warm bodies of fellow students left the hallway, he could feel the cool winter breeze coming in from one of the doors. Then he noticed that one door in particular was half open, letting in the sneaking breeze of chilly air. He grins to himself, knowing this had to be it. Had to be. He stuffs the paper marking his classes into the satchel, the paper crinkling as he does. Throwing the satchel's strap around his neck and a shoulder, the quadrupedal male bounds off, opening the door with a crooked paw. Spinning around fluidly, he closes the door and turns around, looking into the stadium. The sight was a beautiful one. Light streamed in from above, aiding in keeping the enclosed stadium warmer than outside, but the chilly air that still managed to creep in kept you awake. He couldn't hep but smile again, it was one beautiful marvel of architecture, even though he had seen a wide open space such as this several times in his life. Such were the ways of a gypsy's son. Forgetting his awe, Nárohte runs towards the small crowd, who all seemed to be huddling around a whistling and dancing femme. Slowing his pace to a bouncy walk, he studies her, and grins fully this time. Her livliness reminded him of his adoptive family - light hearted and joyous people. Homesickness did not plague him, however, he was glad to be here, and he knew he would see his family again. But for now, he would enjoy their professor's dance. ~ Aggression's dance ends with a spin, her bushy tail whirling around slower than her body, causing her to look quite like she was chasing her tail. Though she was a middle aged female pendragon, she was hardly an achy elder. She was as spry and vivacious as any cub, and today her mood was not dissimilar. She halts as quickly as she had begun, with something is a proud 'ta-da' on her maw. She smile doesn't fade as she reclines on her haunches getting a good look at her assembled students. <span style='color:#6A3312'>"So ou've all willingly volunteered to be tortured for the afternoon? Quite brave, indeed!"</span> At this junction, she took the paper handed to her from Sah`Dja, noting the contents, and nodding to the young woman 'dragon, <span style='color:#6A3312'>"Quite glad to have you here, and congratulations on finding the Tsupeon! Janardan's a maze, as any big building I suppose, and takes a while to figure out which way's up."</span> Aggro's eyes flash with mirth, as she herself had taken a long week to learn the ins and outs of the academy. Refolding the paper, she toys with it in her paws as she looks now to a different student. <span style='color:#6A3312'>"Lovely to see you again Lyra!"</span> The femme's eyes light up with joy. She turns to the 'dragon sitting beside her, <span style='color:#6A3312'>"She's right, I'm Aggression Paveumka."</span> With another wry smile she looks to all, <span style='color:#6A3312'>"I don't care at all what you call me: by my first, last, by a nick name, with a 'miss' or without, makes no difference, and I'll answer to it all. It's simply up to you to face the consequences if you call me by anything disrespectful or vulgar."</span> She winks. Now her gaze zeros in on Xavier, <span style='color:#6A3312'>"Quite a few things, hopefully all of which we shall accomplish today. I do believe you'll enjoy them."</span> She looks past him to his twin, <span style='color:#6A3312'>"Let's leave the magic to another class, shall we?"</span> She smirks, having had to relay the warning both on ethical and policy grounds, though she had found the sibling's reprimand-by-magic slightly entertaining. Aggression then looks to Kutz and smiles warmly. She would not embarrass the youngster by announcing her lack of proficiency in the art of fighting to the class, but when they paired off, she would inform the teen's partner to not be a brute. Lastly her gaze drifts to the last two, one she knew by name, and the other she knew by face. She would not let on she knew who Tay was, or his origins, as he would certainly not know her. It took most of her strength to keep her composure from running and hugging him, which, undoubtedly, would confuse if not alarm him. <span style='color:#6A3312'>"Good to see you Anezka, the air must be wonderfully crisp today."</span> And to Tay, she offers another warm and welcoming smile, <span style='color:#6A3312'>"And to you I also offer congratulations, as I told miss Sah`Dja, finding this place is hardly an easy task. More signs and perhaps a map or three could prove useful..."</span> If anything, her introduction had proved that even though she seemed entirely focused on her dancing and footwork, a good fighter was never unaware of their surroundings. But that was not the lesson for today. Today would be hand-to-hand and paw-to-paw. Latter first, former second. <span style='color:#6A3312'>"As most of you have probably read on the announcement for this class, we will be dealing with close combat."</span> She stands and walks over to the equipment she laid out. <span style='color:#6A3312'>"Therefore, the first thing we will be working on, and I will be gauging, will be your coordination."</span> She pops the top off one of the containers and rolls one of the lightest balls out. Tossing it into the air with a flick of her wrist, the ball spins rapidly in an almost completely verticle trajectory. As she falls, Aggro's paw lashes out into the air, snatching the ball as it passes her shoulder height. <span style='color:#6A3312'>"Not terribly difficult, and not anything anyone will get hurt on. Each one of you will take one of these with you when you go home today, because it never hurts to practice. You can bounce them off walls rather than just straight to in the air, and in both your shifts, bipedal and quadrupedal, you can practice hitting it with both your tail and all four limbs."</span> She tosses the first ball to Temrin, a gentle underhand throw, certainly not something meant to knock the poor girl out. Whether she caught it or not was not currently of concern to Aggro, though she was confident that Temrin wouldn't allow it to drop or hit her, as she continues with the last bit of instruction, <span style='color:#6A3312'>"All of you grab a ball, you can take any of the weights, one, three and five pounds each, and you can have one of each if you like. After you've selected, pair off with a classmate. Similar size and strength would likely be most efficient, and the best case for the least amount of potential injury. After you pair off, you will begin conducting throws, and your partner will have the option of catching it and throwing it back at you, or hitting it with a body part to send it back at you. Either way, both of you should get the opportunity to both throw, catch, and hit them."</span> She pauses, and with a hint of a sardonic smile, <span style='color:#6A3312'>"And please try not to be too violent..."</span> Knowing the amount of tempers here, and a bit of friendly rivalry that was sure to sprout up, a certain amount of violence would be inevitable. But she would try to curtail it before it got too out of hand. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Feel free to PM your classmates' owners to pair off more easily. We won't be spending too much time on the first drill, probably two rounds of posting, tops, so figuring out partners and getting the drill going in your next post would be advisable. Then we can get to the real violence. lmao. ^_~ For reference, Anezka is of medium build and size, and Tay is on the larger end of medium. Oh, and you don't need to pair off with one of the same sex. In this class, I think it would be impossible, anyway. xD </td></tr></table>
OOC: im at school and i dont have much time.. BIC: Temrin bounced a slight bit from the ground and caught the ball in her mouth. She dropped the ball infront of her and looked around. She needed a partner.. who would be her partner? A breeze blew past her and ruffled her fur as she looked for a suitable partner. She took the ball in her outh again and walked up to the student called Sah`Dja. In her Bipedal form She sat and dropped the ball infront of her so she could talk. <span style='color:black'>Do you have a partner yet?</span> She asked as she cocked her head to on side. The sun beet down apon her black fur... <span style='color:black'>This is gunna be one long hot day..</span> She said as she looked awway to the hot sun and then back at her maybe partner.
The black femme’s violet eyes moved over each student who walked in after her. The one that stood out most was Talon, he had been in a earlier weapons class of hers and something he had said that class made her a little suspicious of him. He had said something about wanting to keep his brother out of anything sort of attention. From her first place of schooling that either meant they really had something to hide and slipped up or just didn’t want to be another random student in the academy. It was probably a great place to hind out someone who would fit the description of student. She shrugged it off, it probably wasn’t anything to concern her anyway. She then watched the final two, one of which flew through the open dome above. Seeing the graceful flying made her want to stretch her black leather wings as well. It had been a while since she had been out for a real flight. Maybe after her school work was done later tonight, then the thoughts of the snow and cold reminded her why she hadn’t been out. But she guessed she had to face the light eventually. Lyra’s attention was pulled back to their professor as she began to address them all. She grinned at Agrro. <span style='color:9933ff'>“It’s a pleasure to be in your class again. I was excited to hear you were holding another."</span> When the small weighted ball was thrown to the younger girl beside her, Lyra watched as she easily caught it. Happy that it had not caught the girl too much off guard. She had been hit with a few different flying objects in her time and more of them were not a good experience. When Aggression was finished with explaining their first task of the class Lyra stepped forward towards the weighted balls and picked up three, one of each size. Knowing the lightness one would probably be the easiest to work with she was more interested in the middle sized one and the heaver one. When she thought of who to pair up with she looked around the class and stopped one the last student who had made it into class and hadn’t said anything yet. She walked to Nárohte with the weighted balls being balanced in one clawed paw. She stopped in front of him and spoke with a friendly smile. <span style='color:9933ff'>“Hey, would you like to pair up?"</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry, but I'll have to make it a bit short, I'm heading out to L.A. soon and I'll be gone for a while... Keep going without me... Talon and Xavier will "silently observe" :D </td></tr></table> Xavier quickly ran up and grabbed the biggest size ball. Without warning, he suddenly whirled around and whipped it at Talon as hard as he could. Talon was aware out of the corner of his eye, however, and got up in a flash, dodged to the side, his feet a blur, and snatched it out of the air with his right hand, quickly snatching up his partisan with his left before it fell to the ground. He ightly tossed it back to Xavier, and Xavier snorted as he caught it. <span style='color:red'>Come on!, Don't be afraid! It's supposed to be a workout, remember bro?</span> He spun in a circle a couple of times, and threw it, discus style, as fast and as hard as he could towards Talon again. Talon was forced to jump into the air this time, and he seemed to hang there as he lifted the butt of his partisan to hit the ball, making it stop it's crazy flight and land in his outstretched right hand. He landed, and glared at Xavier, still saying nothing. He then tossed the ball up into the air, and in a flurry of robes and moving limbs, he did a front flip and nailed it directly in the center, sending it flying into Xavier's gut before he could manage to dive out of the way. <span style='color:orange'>Xavier, if we're too reckless, there could be consequences... Now, play nice...</span> Talon commanded the winded Xavier, finishing the last part with a grin, not feeling like an old man anymore, but the young man he really was, although still not hyper enough to do something he would regret. Xavier lifted himself from the ground with a hand, and lightly tossed Talon the ball with his other one. Soon the pair were ingaged in a easygoing game of toss... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Have a good rp! :D </td></tr></table>
So far the teacher hadn't mentioned anything about her being weaponless. She sighed a sigh or relief and smiled back at the teacher. Soon her ears were listening to the teacher's instructions but her eyes were on the white ground. Her mind tend to wander but she quickly brought herself to the class again. Shifting her feet and warming them up, Kutz looked around. She was the only one now without a partner. All the other students had paired up. Uncertainty clutched her heart when she thought that she would be partnerless. Then she realized she wasn't the only one left. There was not one, but two other students left. She didn't know how long she spent in deciding which to choose as a partner, thinking that each would reject her. Don't be stupid, Kutz! she scolded herself. Taking a deep breath, she went to get a ball, examining it as she did so, and started towards Anezka. She thought pairing up with a male would mean that she'd had to deal with someone rough. Females are always more gentler right? Soon she was in front of the femme. "Um... excuse me?" she started tentively. "Would you like to pair up?
Sah`Dja chuckled at Temrin, “There’s hardly been time to snag myself a partner, and since you’re asking, I’ll be glad to join you in a game of ball." She smiled then pointed off to their right, a bit deeper into the field “How about we head over there to get us some space. I’ll catch up as soon as I grab myself a couple balls before they get put away on me." She gave a companionable pat to Temrin’s shoulder as she angled past and stooped before Aggression. A ball of each weight was snatched from the pile before rising. The lightest and heaviest were deposited in her satchel while the medium weighted one was palmed, the one she figured she would have the least use for and so disposable for this little exercise. Sah`Dja looked to the professor as she rose, “Excuse me, Aggression? If you need anyone to demonstrate on, I’d be glad to fill the role." She grinned, “It’ll help me learn." And with that she turned and called out to Temrin, “Hey, catch!" The ball sailed high into the air from the deft lob but seemed to be coming down a bit short. She gave a mild grimace of disappointment at her throw, but then the last time she had played a game of ball was in zero-g. She sprung into an easy sprint and watched for Temrin to send the ball back to her, that is, until she saw the antics of the twins. “Show offs!" she shouted at the pair, but the jib was friendly and the golden femme held a bright grin.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>gyah. time flies. -.- I'll be posting in this in the morning. I've replied to three other threads tonight, and my muse is going to beat me if I squeeze him for more ideas. haha</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> um... hi.. i can't pm you so i have to say this here.... are you gunna post? or is this RP gunna turn into a dead on? </td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'd like to know that too... lol I sit here and click refresh commanding it to present new stuff... But ah well, I'm crazy, answer crystal's question...heh heh...</td></tr></table>
