<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Timestamp: 12 Tessara 81378, First Period after Breakfast Character: Kjetta Pujcmatt, Aged 2400. I expect something bad to happen in this class :) It always happens to Kjetta. If you wish to cause chaos, PM me and we'll plan it... hehe...</td></tr></table> Room 8176. This is a rather large room, looking quite like a gymnasium rather than a classroom, with a matted floor to help prevent injury and cupboards in the walls and a bag/book rack on one side of the room. The room was practically empty, except for Mr Kjetta Pujcmatt. He hadn't been teaching for long at the Acadamy and yet he'd had students turn into deamons, an unwanted vistor or three, and much more besides. He hoped, although quite doubtful by now, that this new class would be less eventfull. He was wearing a tight t-shirt over his dark upper torso with the slogan "To Live is One Awfully Big Adventure, But to Die is More Fun" on the front in bright red letters in a font that looked like blood, and a pair of battered and worn jeans that were ripped in several places. His dark chocolate eyes seemed to be away with the faeries as he sat crossed legged on the floor, surrounded by wooden poles of various sizes. His flame-coloured hair was combed neatly out of the way and he'd had to hairspray it today to avoid it falling in front of his face as he was teaching. He'd really have to get it cut at some point. When he wasn't up to his eyeballs in marking Ramathian test papers. It was all he seemed to be doing recently. He'd been asked to add this extra class to his timetable as there was a lot of students (apparently too many) on the waiting list for the other classes. He didn't really mind, it meant he'd get that little bit more cash in his pocket. And more cash was always wanted. The bell suddenly rang out clear and loud in the classroom, making Kjetta jump almost to the extent of him leaving his black fur behind. He sat up straight and checked he had plenty of poles. All he had to wait for now was the students....
A skinny purple 'dragon walked in. She wore baggy cutoffs that seemed torn at the bottoms and a black shirt that was torn at the sleves. she knew that she would be in weaponry class in the early morning, so she dressed in comfortable clothes. When she spotted the teacher, she walked over to him and bowed slightly from the waist in greeting. Her red hair fell over her face and eyes.
<font face=verdana size=1>Xerxes had a warrior major. That was what his dad had said, anyway. All of his (known) trades were made to form his mind for a future in some branch of Ramath-lehi's military. As of yet he had made no specific decisions on where he wanted go to after Janardan. It was hard enough to keep up with his studies as it was without worrying about his future. The male, therefore, found it natural that he was about to go to a warrior class. Weaponry, to be specific. One of the things that matched up perfectly with one of his trades. His eyes darted across the classroom numbers until he reached the appropriate one. A lazy hand was flung out, twisting the knob, then pushing against the wooden door, demanding entrance that was granted without much protest. He glanced briefly at the other student and the teacher, nodded, then walked over to the wall. Xer' turned his back to the pair and rummaged quickly through the backpack that he had slid down so that it was in his hands. A brief grin flashed across his lips as he lifted a bottle to his mouth and took a quick gulp, then closed it, shoving it back into his 'pack in one deft motion. The straps were pulled back where they were supposed to be. He turned back around and walked casually over to the other two pendragons. Tenor certainly looked like a rebel. Silver earrings hung from each ear, he was wearing black cargo pants with a chain hanging off one side, bracelets looped around each wrist and up each arm (ending halfway up his forearm). Along with his shirt - which had an upside down bird that said "flip the birdie" - and dusky gray sneakers, it certainly made him look rather... punk. As if he didn't care. Which he didn't. He did so love it when people figured that out. <font color=gray>"Hey."</font> A simple comment. Then nothing. His voice had tapered off into flat silence. Good.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>What else can I say? It's Talons first class.... And I have no clue how to introduce him...</td></tr></table> Talon walked into class, He was wearing his Favorite robe to try to make a good first impression. He Padded towards the middle and sat down, His partisan on his lap. <span style='color:orange'>Err, I am sorry to have to ask this.. But... Which of you three are the teacher?</span> He Shifted his partisan a little in nervousness. He didn't know what to expect, So far He had met Incredibly old 'dragons that looked under 10 and extreme Looking Students that turned out to be Teachers! He looked intently at all of them and waited.
Thi smiled before moving out of Talons way of veiw of the teacher. She seated herself on the floor. Legs crossed and eyes closed. She began to meditate. She had habits of losing her temper and control. Before any physical activity she had to meditate.
Lyra was walking down the hall looking for the door that would lead her to her weapon class. Since her main reason for coming here was for combat she might as well keep up with her weapon training and it was also common that her fighting teachers would like to add different types of weapon in here and there to spice it up a little. She wore proper fitting light clothing that would be easy to move in and that she already practiced in this morning before breakfast. She had been for the past week, it was just a habit hard to brake. She soon then found the door to the class and walked in. She was a little surprised by the number of students already here, and it almost made her feel late. But she then remembered that the bell had yet to ring so she was doing quit fine. So she walked over to the group of ‘dragons standing with each other and dropped her bag close to the wall so it would get in the way. <span style='color:9933ff'>“Good morning."</span> She said to the group, not all sure if anyone would even pay attention to her. It was still early in the morning and lots of times she had found that many dragons didn’t see morning as such ‘good times.’
When the first student entered the room, he nodded and smiled at her but didn't reply verbally as more students entered. He watched from his postion on the floor, trying to assess the types of students who'd enrolled for this class. Each one was different. When the fifth student uttered a greeting, he rose on his ebony legs and turned to face them all properly. He'd noticed the female 'dragon on the floor meditating sensibly. She obviously was clued up about exercises to clear the mind before they'd even started. Welcome everyone. I am Mr Kjetta Pujcmatt. You can call me Mr Kjetta, Kjetta or Mr Pujcmatt, I don't mind. Now if you'd just introduce yourselves so I can write down your name on this... And it was then he realised he'd lost his blank class list sheet. Oh damn! Now where did I put it? Okay, I'm going to have one of those days today I think. Ive lost the class list already. Can anyone see it anywhere? It's a blank piece of paper with a blank table on it. He began looking under the piles of wooden poles. He didn't see it anywhere.... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>The posting format from here onwards shall be teacher then all students. Others are welcome to join in the class at this stage :) Could whoever is the last student to post now find the sheet or else noone else will have anything to post ;) thankies!</td></tr></table>
<font size=1>Xerxes yawned, pretty much ignoring the other students as they entered, giving each a cursory glance, then returning his gaze rather blankly to the wall behind their teacher. He was not a respectful or overly chatty male and it showed. Here he was, waiting for the class to be over already. Usually he liked weaponry classes, but right now, it was the dull point. When time decided to drag on very slowly, scraping against his mind like a cat's claws across a chalkboard. It was an annoying matter and one that gave him no pleasure. What a pity that he had to stand here gaping like the other fools. No, actually, he didn't. Even as the teacher started talking, Xer walked a bit away and sank to the floor. A drawing pad was jerked out of his backpack, along with a charcoal pencil, and it swiftly started darting across the paper in steady arches, forming a rather complex pattern. He wasn't even going to bother to look. Brownie points were useless to him, seeing as he was usually the one who stood out immedietely as a troublemaker. While the teen actually didn't cause trouble while in class, he had no qualms with being uncooperative beforehand. Once they were actually working with the weapons, he would be more easy to regard. Even then, though, he wasn't the sort who bowed well to authority. At least not authority he didn't respect. And so far, he had no reason to respect this teacher. So his pencil continued moving across the paper, ears pricked forward, waiting for that shout of "found it!" or for the teacher to get mad. Because some teachers did that. Got angry at him for drawing while others were moving. Tough luck for them, really. Hell if he cared. And if they tried to take the pad away (several teachers in the past had), he would prove that he was quite capable of defending himself. Probably get sent to the Principal's if that happened. But Hart Demori was used to seeing him there. He'd just get down to work and doodle again until there was some new student in need of direction. So the teacher could toss him out and the student wouldn't care. Maybe he'd go back to his room and work on weaponry on his own.
Thi opened an eye and sighed. Her meditation wasn't fully completed. With reluctance, she stood and began a hunt for the lost article. After a few moments of an unfruitful search, however, she gave up and returned to meditating because she could already feel her temper start to slip.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Well, Thi looked and couldn't find it, so... I guess Talon will? Or should Lautir? Sorry if I went out of turn..</td></tr></table> Talon merely glanced around the room and at once, found it. <span style='color:orange'>It's on the floor behind the door Sir,</span> Talon said. <span style='color:orange'>It seems to be well hidden, The door completely covers the paper, except for a small piece of about three inches.</span> He got up and retrieved the paper and handed it to The teacher, then he sat down at his original spot and closed his eyes.
Lyra first reaction to the news of the paper being lost made her roll her eyes. She had probably never been in a class less organized. Then again maybe it was just bad luck. She didnÂ’t make much of a move to walk around and look for the lost piece of paper but only glanced around to see if she could see it any where. She also looked to see what everyone else was up to. No one really seemed to be in any rush to have the paper found. She was about to go on the hunt and look for it when one of the other students pointed it out. She was happy that it didnÂ’t take any longer then that. She wouldnÂ’t want a class wasted on having to look for the class list. She let out a little sigh, a bit of inpatients and also a little bit of relief. Finally they could get this class started. She went and stood with the other students around the teacher, waiting for him to ask for there names so he could put them down on the list.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry for the wait guys RL is being evil at the minute... And this post'll probably be bad... Sorry x.x</td></tr></table> Kjetta sighed with relief as the sheet was found and took it from the student. Thank you. Right, let's get this class underway. I don't believe I've taught any of you before so you'll have to tell me your names. His soft brown eyes looked at each student in turn as he spoke, as his pen became poised over the paper which he'd placed onto a clipboard as there was no tables in the room.
Thi stood and with a bow, spoke <span style='color:blue'>I am Thi Rauosi</span> She settled herself back on the floor but rather than meditate, she sat cross-legged and watched the teacher
<font size=1>He continued drawing away until the paper was found. Even then, Xer' just glanced up, quirking a brow before going back to what he was doing. It seemed everyone else was relieved, but he couldn't care less. In fact, why it even mattered was beyond the strange youth. After all, there was a full roster in the main office, and they could have easily gotten a copy later and just not used a roll call sheet for now. As their names were asked for, he looked up irritably - giving Thi time to reply - then spoke. <font color=gray>"Xerxes Tenor."</font> The male said, looking back down at his paper.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Lautirs after me or before me?, I'm confused...</td></tr></table> <span style='color:orange'>Talon Galdon</span> Talon responded and stood up. He walked over to the teacher. <span style='color:orange'>Sir, my brother is supposed to be here as well...but I have no idea where he is, Can you please mark him down as present, we're trying to avoid bringing attention to ourselves, His name is Xavier</span> He looked at the ground, apparently embarrassed about his brothers skipping class...
Lyra looked over at the ones who had been meditating before, it was something she was often told to do and she now, now and then. But she had never really had the patients to sit there and do nothing while she could be training. Lyra eyebrow then rose slightly as she listened to Talon say that he and his brother didn’t want to have attention drawn to them. Well they weren’t doing much of a job of it because now the whole class now knew they had some reason to keep themselves quite. Interesting, quiet interesting. She then turned her attention back to the teacher who was still making the list of who was here. <span style='color:9933ff'>“Lyra Avalon."</span> She said simply. She took a look around the class, it really seemed to be taking a while to get started. Well she couldn’t complain, she had been to slower.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry guys! I had school during the week and I had to concentrate in order to apply for Uni x.x But this next week's half term so I'm posting more often! Yay!</td></tr></table> Kjetta noted down the names of the students, including the one missing. He'd let this incident pass for now. He'd catch the student later. After sticking the register on a door to one of the cupboards, he picked up one of the middle-sized sticks and addressed them. Sorry about that formality. I hate the whole registering thing. I mean they already have a list in Main Office don't they? Anyway, let's get started. Today we are going to get used to the weight and feel of these sticks which you'll be using until I feel you are ready for the real weapons. Each set of sticks are weighed and are lengthed according a a certain type of weapon. This one in my hand for example is for a double-sided sword. Now, how many of you have worked with weapons or had any crash courses before this class?
Thi gave a slight nod of her head in recognition to the teacher's question. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Eeep, writer's block</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Suffering from the same thing Dragon Guardian is! lol :P </td></tr></table> Talon raised his hand and got up and placed his partisan by the door. <span style='color:orange'>I have sir...</span> He replied, and reached for one of the sticks at random...
<font size=1>Xerxes gave the very slightest of smiles in recognition as the class actually started. Fingers twisted gingerly around his notebook, messing with the edges for a moment, then closing it with silent finality. The drawing wasn't done, but Tenor had no time to goof off right now. If they were going to start with this weaponry class, then hopefully they did it the right way. By getting dirty. Playing around with their potential, working on learning different styles and types of weapons. Of course some teachers had to start with questions. As, apparently, this one did. Oh well. Annoying, but at least it meant that there was going to be interaction between teacher and students, rather than a lecture, which was also rather common around here. A brief nod was given in response to the question, a clear affirmitive. However, the male then shifted his feet, slowly standing, before replying verbally as well, to make sure it was perfectly obvious what his answer was. <font color=gray>"Yes."</font> Ah, simplicity.
