<span style='font-family:Arial'>Day: 26 Month: Tria Year: 81378 Class: Private Assassination Classes Teacher: Ibram, Gaunt Teacher Trade Level: Master Assassin Students: Accepting 2-3 for private lessons Gaunt sat down at the desk. The room was rather empty, three desks in the far back. However it was large, it needed to be. He had placed up a notice for assassination classes up outside the door. If anyone wanted to learn, fine. He would teach them. It would be hard, but worth it.</span>
A pendragon, black as night except for the top of his ears, with a mind very much like his coloration entered. The door made a slight creaking sound as he opened it. He was wearing simple clothes in dark colours, just a pair of trousers and a T-shirt with holes cut out for his leathery wings. The boots he was wearing seemed to both distort and complete the image that he made. "Professor Gaunt?" Turmoil asked.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:pink'>OOC: Lol this will be my last forum using Gaunt, or maybe not, who knows but I just realized I have 11 characters so I needed to get rid of some. </span> Gaunt turned to face the young pendragon. His face, outlined in scars, stern looking. "Yes?". The young'n was here for the assassination classes, he could tell. </span></span>
"I'm here for class, Professor." Turmoil stated, his voice was calm and his gaze stern. He might as well have been talking to a round-faced history teacher, not some scarred assassin.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>His eyes flashed. "I see". "Do you have any idea how tough my classes are?" he asked. "I spent 50 years perfecting the art of assassination". He stuck out his paw, scarred and firm. "Welcome Young'n".</span></span>
"That's what I'm here to find out, isn't it?" Turmoil replied to the master assassin's semi-threat. He took the teacher's hand in his, shaking it. Not firmly, that would have been to show too much good will, and he didn't really want to show this teacher -or any other for that matter- all to much of that ware.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>Gaunt faced the young pendragon, giving him a stern look. "Your first lesson is to learn to be agile, quick in mind and body, spirit and soul". He walked over to his desk, pulling out a large book, about an inch thick. "You will need to read this" he said, blowing some dust off the book. The title read Art Of Assassination in bold. He handed it over to the pendragon. </span></span>
Turmoil took the book in his own hands, tracing the bold letters with his clawed hands. His eyes seemed to acquire a malicious glint. He took his gaze from the tome and sat down behind one of the benches, soon resuming his studies of it, though he had obviously decided that the contents of the book was far more interesting then the book itself.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Err, is there a max to the class? I'm a dumbass, so I didn't know if Private meant a single student, or just a small number or what...</td></tr></table> Xavier peeked through the door, not sure if this was the right class. He mustered up his courage and barged in, his normal, cocky attitude showing through. <span style='color:red'>'This The assasin's class?</span> He asked and sat down on the teachers desk with his arms crossed. He completely ignored the other dragon. This better not be a waste of time... He thought, but noted the teachers scars. <span style='color:red'>It better be, otherwise I just wasted five of my precious minutes.</span>
OOC: Sorry about the "long wait". I had issues to take care of. Gaunt grinned. "You here to learn or to fool around, this is my class and I don't accept foolish young ones, be seated now". He decided to work on wielding a blade today, just the basics. He drew out his silver blade from it's resting area, carved into the handle was a wide aray of designs. "How many of you can wield a blade?" he asked.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I dunno if the other person is still even on Ramath... I'm gonna ignore my 2 post rule and go ahead, as it looks like the other person is gone... ;) </td></tr></table> Xavier let out a big yawn and slowly half raised his hand. Great... We're learning stuff I already know... I should have skipped this class for a couple of days... He thought, but didn't vice his opinion out loud. He knew he could get away with most stuff, but he guessed this teacher could kill him pretty quick if he pissed the guy off too much...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>"The other guy" is back!</td></tr></table> TUrmoil looked up, gave the new arrival an unterested look and returned to the tome. At the teacher's query, he spoke, face turned towards the blade: "I don't. Teach me."
Chiara opened the door casually. This seemed like the place for assasin classes. She cleared her throat, as she entered through the doorway. She hoped to get someone's attention. <font color="3399FF">Hullo. Is this the right place for the Assasin course? If not I'm sorry I interrupted this... Heh. Meeting.</font> She said all this with a smirk 'pon her muzzle. She was almost positive that she was in the right class. So she decided to walk in a bit further, hips were swaying methodically with her tail. She stopped walking when she had positioned herself next to the last empty desk. Her violet orbs darted around the room, viewing her surroundings. She gazed boredly at the other students, and then faced the teacher when something caught her eye. A silver dagger which the Professor held. Two men, a blade, a teacher and me. Hell, this is going to be interesting.
