<font color='#FFFFFF'>OOC: As this is a language arts class, one of the four basic academic subjects (math, science, language arts, social studies), any student can attend and should attend. But be ready to do your homework - your character is going to write poetry. Not implied homework; you're going to DO the homework. And Marion's going to teach you some very cool things, heeheehee... *drums fingers together, Mr. Burns-esque* Whoops. Forgot my own time-stamp. *blushes* Tria 32, 81377 (3) IC: Marion Leero looked around his new classroom. For the most part, the stone walls were a cold, blank gray, the perfect ocean of grayscale coloration interrupted by the occasional window, blue sky and warm sunlight shining in from one of the many miniature courtyards. His room shared an outdoor garden with three other classrooms, the square patch of vibrant violets, ceruleans and vermillions walled in by the ashen walls. He opened the door out to the garden and almost stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, but decided against it and shut the old wooden door with a loud shriek of complaint from the hinges. He had to prepare for class. The room... it was just so... orderly. The fox-patterned pendragon knew poetry often had no order, no form. Why should his classroom? For a few moments of indescribable transformation, Marion seemed to liquify and then solidify into a shape that was more than five times his original size, but otherwise identical. With a sweep of his tail, every previously perfectly-aligned deskchair was thrown to the back of the room, pushed out of reach of the wall-mounted candle sconces that were devoid of candles. They had been rigged to run on Fronima, an immeasurably brighter and more efficient source of light. A few moments' time had Marion back into his original size, Much better, he thought to himself. Luckily the floor was carpeted, so he would have his students sit on the floor. Much better for the creative process. You could sleep at desks.... Looking around the room again, Marion saw now that it was devoid of everything except his wholly unimpressive dark-wood desk, a chalkboard behind it, and a carpet on the floor. Walking over to the board, he started chalking on it. When his erratic forearm movements stopped, on the board in a flowing sort-of printing was written "WRITE A POEM OF ANY SIZE, SHAPE OR FORM ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE. DON'T SAY A WORD AFTER YOU WALK INTO THE CLASSROOM UNTIL YOU'VE COMPLETED THE ASSIGNMENT." He would take the poems and paste them in some way to the walls, to illustrate the room in words. It would be literary wallpaper, covering terrain from a house in Bhim to the peak of a mountain to the Temple of Tanastlasei. He took the seat behind his desk and waited for students to arrive at the ring of a bell. Like livestock, he mused. He'd break them of that. He'd turn them into imagination machines. They'd walk on the wild side. At first they'd wonder why the desks were all piled in the back of the room, but they'd get over it, he knew. A new day had dawned.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Ace walked into the class room. he looked around, he was the only one here besides the teacher. He sat on the floor and took out some paper. he wrote: I sit and admire wonders of the past, where beings of unkown once roamed, as I do. These mysterious people built the unbuildable, thouht the unthinkable, and lived as I do. Though these people of the past seem so differant to me, but in truth they were just making the best of their lives... As I am. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â -"Machina ruins" By: Ace Drakon Ace then gave it to the techer and said "I am the new student here, nice to meet you."</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Marion's golden orbs burned with excitement as his first student arrived, looking around to find that he was the only pendragon in the room besides the teacher. The fox-'dragon watched the rather larger student as he took a seat on the floor and began to write on a piece of paper. Very good, he thought to himself, his black velvet ears perking forward. Ah, there was no lovelier sound than the creation of a poem. The birth of a mirror, as it was; the mirror of a world. The student seemed to have three eyes with which he focused on the paper, which threw Marion off beat for a moment. It was even more startling when the young one got to his paws and handed in the paper. The teacher found himself staring into three eyes, one of which was tatooed onto the forehead. The deep violet 'dragon spoke, also. "I am the new student here, nice to meet you." New student indeed, was his conclusion. He would insist that his students call him Marion, and as long as they were on a first name basis... <font color="80A6E5">"Shall I call you New Student then?"</font> he asked with a chuckle. <font color="80A6E5">I am Marion Leero. You can call me Marion."</font></font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Ace looked embarased and said "Sorry, my name is Ace Drakon" OOC: wow that was a short post, but I couldn't think of anything else.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>::Daemon had seen the class advertised and just had to enroll in it, she made her way down the hall and came upon the classroom door, she slowly opened it hopin not to disturb anyone in it, she walked across the carpet her claws digging into it, looking at the desks piled at the back of the room she just smiled to herself, she then went to the floor near the chalkboard and sat down, staring her assignment:: the wind flying in the sky, never gone so far, never so high the fear of falling, to the ground, shaped by thoughts all around finally landing at a site, full of strength, happiness and might ::she smiled and got up, walked up to the teacher and handed in her first poem, quite pleased with it she thought::</font>
<font color='#F9DAE9'>Marion watched as a young girl entered the room, a red and wingéd presence. She looked old enough to be a journeyman, yet young enough to still have much to learn. The fox-patterned pendragon smiled at her as she sat down and began her assignment. He always appreciated the drive to continue learning after turning a graduating age. And poetry, nonetheless! It was a skill that many thought frivolous and old-fashioned, but a few lines from his tongue would change their minds. Poetry was as beautiful as any sunset, as any snow-capped mountain, as any princess in trappings of gold, and timeless. It was his pride to have it flowing so freely from his fingers, and his joy to teach the art to promising young 'dragons. As the girl handed in the paper, Marion took it and read it. It was a sweet verse about soaring through the sky, and the piece had a nice flow and rhythm. But the girl needed to free her mind. Rhythm and rhyme could be the enemy, in the master's opinion. There were so many words that could better express an emotion if only you didn't have to choose the one that rhymed. The copper 'dragon wanted to welcome the young lady to his class, but when he parted maw to speak, he found that he didn't know by what name to address her. What a reluctance to give names... is it me? he thought with a silent chuckle. <font color="3366FF">"A lovely poem, my dear girl, but,"</font> he turned the paper around so that she could read was was written on her own assignment, <font color="3366FF">"It seems to be without a title and author."</font> He smiled as he held out the sheet for her to take and correct.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>::Daemon smiled and slowly stood and gently took the paper and sat back down to write her name onto it, and gave it the title:: Summers Flight ::she smiled and gave it back to the instuctor:: I hope i am not to old to continue my education, poetry has always interested me, my name is Daemon J... im thrilled to be in your class </font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Ace sat and watched as another student entered, wrote a poem and turned it in. Hi! my name is Ace, who are you?</font>
<font color='#000000'>OOC: (Edit) Forgot to add a little hello. My name is Windi, my character is Ice (Eka in Ramathian, that's what he's under in the character descriptions). I have only been Role-Playing for a little over a month, so tell me what I can improve, it really helps me out. Enjoy my first RP here! IC: Ice couldn't decide what to do. He'd been told by his friend, Niko, that he could just walk into a classroom. That's what all students seemed to do. But he'd never taken a class in his life. He was a little aftaid, a little scared. He stood up, and glanced over his shoulder at his brand. His father had had the same tattoo, and he wore it proudly. He had inherited his father's knack for languages. He had taught him a lot of what he knew before he'd been killed, but there was still so much to learn, so much he didn't already know. He sighed heavily. He would have to do it now, if he ever did. He took a deep breath and walked into the classroom. The walls were plain stone, grey, and were decorated sparsely with a few posters. A kindly looking Pendragon sat in a corner, and a few students were peppered about the room. A board was at what he supposed was the center of the room, and an assignment was written on it--He was supposed to write a poem about his favorite place, then give it to the teacher to read and correct. Ice took a place at the center of the room, and begand to think. What was his favorite place? Finally deciding what he wanted to write, he began to put his thoughts on paper. There's a quiet place I like to go, to sit, and relax, to take it slow. It is nice to think of days bygone, and listen to all of nature's songs. The trees are all around me as I lay there, the grass on my belly, the leaves in my hair. I lay at ease, and close my eyes, listen to the wind, forget life's lies. This place is the woods, where I do lay, I like to go here, here, I like to stay. Ice looked at it for a minute, and decided he was satisfied. He added his name and a title, then began to walk up to the teacher, only slightly nervous at what he would think.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Vinramas pads through the doorway, his white wings held stiffly to each respective side even as he clears the entrance. Skimming a glance around the room, some fellow pendragons sprawled on the floor lead him to release an extremely curt sigh. Somehow he got the impression this wasn't about to be the regular 'run-of-the-mill' type class. But at least the lack of desks would save him from the back of the bloody chairs getting in the way of his wings. He hated those ill-crafted things with a passion. Sliding a pencil behind his ear, the golden-based young pendragon entered deeper into the heart of the room. G'morning sir. Vinramas Aquilo. And here's the requested assingment you wanted. It reads: The void of the heavens beckons with a summon from the wind. It tempts my wings, my heart, to chase it. In pursuit, I lose my bind to solid earth for the promise of a cloudless sky. And live to pursue That which eludes me. After placing the sheet of paper on the front desk, a spot is chosen somewhat distanced from the others although his appearance doesn't seem overly standoffish. More like deeply reserved.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Koyota stuck her head in the class. The black wolfess was not entirely sure she had found the right room. She was about to ask when she saw the asighnment on the board. She entered without a word to anyone, her red blank eyes on the ground. She slouched and went to a corner of the classroom as far from the door, and the teacher's desk, as posible. She sat down on the ground and took out her pencil and notepad. "Koyota In the Trees In the trees, behind the leaves Shielded from all miserys Hidden from view of wandering eyes Silence unbroken but for my crys. Rustleing leaves sing silent notes The groaning of trees under brown bark coats. In the trees, behind the leaves Shielded from all miserys" She stopped and looked it over. Very depersing but that was all she felt about writing about. She glanced around the room with her pupilless eyes. Finaly she ripped the sheet of paper from her notepad and walked to the teacher's desk. She set it down and turned around to go back to her spot without so much as an introduction. The teacher most likely knew she was new and her name was on the paper what more was there to inrtoduce? She sat back down in the corner, her notepad on her lap and her pencil between her claws.</font>
<font color='#000080'>::Daemon sat patiently at her desk, watching all the newcomes make there way into the classroom. she hoped that someone would want to sit with her and make friends with her, she just sat patiently, waiting for the teachers next assignment. she enjoyed poetry, even thought every single person who had ever read hers had mocked it to the last peroid. no one understood her, and no one understood why she wrote what she did. she sat back and just watched everyone carefully, still sitting there in silence::</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>A small, young white pendragon walked into the room, feeling quite out of place. I hope this is the right class... she also looked at the board, seeing the assignment, she took out her pen and pencil and stared at the floor. Carpet. He expected them to write on the worst surface to doing anything with a pencil on? "Um... Proffessor Leero? I can't write on the carpet.. its too soft and squishy..." she frowned at the floor</font>