[CLASS] Elements of FEAR (page 7!)

[Molten Tigrex]

(( Welcome to Elements of FEAR!

This is an introductory magic class. Anyone can join, but typically non-magical student types (monster, undead) will be at a disadvantage. This doesn't stop them from learning the hard way!

Elements of FEAR is is NOT an open class - you must sign up at the beginning to participate, and a GM post will usually be made approximately every 24 hours.

If your student definitely needs the teacher's attention at any point, please quote iizbot to make sure I don't miss it. ))

 

[Molten Tigrex]

The classroom didn't look like a classroom so much as it did some kind of magical antique shop. Desks only took up half the room, situated in front of some of the many blackboards that seemed to ring the room like dark windows. On the other side were long tables spread with strange, unidentifiable objects and tools, shifting things in bottles that some would swear seemed to stare back at them. Where there wasn't room for these objects, there were books, open to pages of weird languages and complex diagrams. The same sort of stuff was scribbled all over the chalkboards there, spilling over onto parts of the ceiling and floor. The whole setup radiated an aura of 'don't touch', as did the fact that the teacher was already sitting at his desk.

Even as students filed into the classroom, their teacher seemed to be paying them no mind. The demon was owlish, with large glasses and a hook nose and the sweater-vest fashion sense only a teacher could have. Plus he had a pair of owl wings. There was a big and dusty tome spread across the majority of his desk, and either it contained the most captivating story ever written, or this new teacher was trying to ignore them all.

There were several jars and bottles lined up across the front of teacher’s desk. In one, a matchstick-sized flame hopped around with a life of its own. Next to it a globe of water hovered suspended in the center of the container. Beside that, a mixture of dirt and small colorful rocks were gently pouring down through their container like an hourglass, but with no shape to be guiding them. And finally, a bottle that seemed to be completely empty - but all the students with sharper senses could hear faint howling and whispering coming from it.

Everyone was free to talk amongst themselves till the bespectacled professor was done reading.  

[Molten Tigrex]

(( This class is full! A prompt should be posted soon. ))

 

[Nothing Yet]

Thackery had to stretch high to sign his name on the board, but it was worth it to be first. He took a few moments to curiously inspect some of the unfamiliar objects collected in the room before plopping down in one of the desks, eagerly awaiting instruction.  

[Toshihiko Two]

Pickles found something very colorful to write his name with. And plopped down eagerly at the very front of the classroom.  

[Scott Eros Archer]

Diana found the only piece of reddish chalk and wrote her name up on the board before ignoring the other two students in the room and sitting near the back, left corner of the room.  

[Miliardo Kason]

False strolled into the small class room, hands stuffed in his pocket, on his shoulder sat Sharpie tail swaying back and forth. The two moved forward to the board scratching his name on the board. With his name written down he moved over to stand over Thackery's shoulder.

"Don't touch that one. I think my dad had one of those." He gestured to one of the many random objects in the room, a staff it looked like. "Thing stored a spell that ended up throwing me across the room and burning half my face. Nasty business."

The cat chuckled, "Oh c'mon Isachron Scepters aren't always bad. Your dad just has a taste for big explosive spells." The cat then hopped off False's shoulder following Thackery to his desk. "Doggy?"

"Er ignore the cat.... he's insane."

"The human lies I'm the sane one."

NothingYet

 

[Ice Queen]

Roch stepped into the room, signed his name up on the board and looked around blankly for a place to sit. Surprisingly, the punk knew NO ONE in the room, except False was the guy that'd come to his party, right?

He shrugged it off and headed for one of the desks on the side of the room, dropping down and pulling open his backpack to get some paper and a pen. If something squeaked when he was searching, he didn't seem to notice.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun could use his weapons well enough, but straight up magic was still an area where he lacked expertise. He had been wanting to remedy this for some time now. Walking on into the class, he grabbed the nearest writing utensil and quickly scribbled his name onto the board, not really noticing that he had flipped the h and u in his name.

Looking around, he couldn't help but grimace at the open books all around. With any luck, they wouldn't have to do much reading here. There were a number of other things in the room of varying interest.

As for the other students, he wasn't really familiar with any of them aside from Roch. Shrugging, the Reaper just picked a desk at random and plopped himself down.  

[Smerdle]

Even though West was a demon with magic-wielding ancestors in his not-so-distant past, he didn't know a thing about the subject himself. He might have skipped this class entirely, but the opportunity to one-up his parents spurred him forward.

He signed the board and took a seat in the back, more concerned with gnawing at his fingernails than conversing.  

[chiickadee]

Danny walked into the room, and was surprised to see Roch there before her. He was NEVER on time- but then, neither was she. They were both lazy asses.

Snickering, she wrote something under Roch's name and then wrote her own below West's, in her all capitals script. It wasn't very neat to say the least.

There was that False guy from the party too. The one with the fiery cat. Apparently he brought the cat today. Excitement!

Danny threw herself in the chair next to Roch out of habit, but she was staring at the cat. She was just WAITING for it to combust into a big fiery ball of fur. Suspense!  

[Lucyal]

Much like Shun, Hel knew how to wield her weapon well…but the casting part…uh…not so much.

The valkyrie marched right on it, skidding to a stop in front of the board, where she jotted her name down…and couldn’t help but snort upon seeing that Shun had uh…misspelled his name. Being oh so helpful, the ghoul corrected his name off to the side before turning around and surverying the class. Oh…there was Roch, West, Shun…and then this…thing…what was that thing right in the front? Hel’s expression faltered. It was so…colorful.

Intrigued now, the ghoul took a seat right next to Pickles, and none to subtlety, leaned forward in her desk to stare at him. “Uh…Hello there!” She greeted. “…Are you new, friend?”

Toshihiko Two

 

[Baneful]

Zar wasn't one to miss out on a class and so had showed up in his usual hesitant way, slinking in to add his name to the board.

Only once he'd done this, frowning at the chalk as he did so - blackboards were so unnatural to him and he could only wonder at first what sort of person called an ..impermanent place like this their workspace. He went to seek out a seat, considering the very front as usual, only to pause and eye the...very unusually dressed figure of Pickles who was there. So colourful. He wasn't really sure what to make of him.

He still sat at the front, old instincts hard to compete with, but as far away as physically possible from the boil in the hat.

Once he was settled he fished out a pen and a backup and laid them neatly on the desk in front of him, feeling safer as he did so, slinking his tail neatly about the legs of the chair.



 

[Saliru]

Nuru scurried into the room and after a quick look around scribbled his name on the board, first in red chalk and then in white when he realized how poorly red showed up. Accidentally snapping the second piece and quietly hoping no one just saw that as he stuck the piece back and scurried over to take his seat. Directly beside Zar. He was so predictable.

"Psst." He waved at the demon boil in effort to distract him.
 

[Dragain]

Thanatos strutted in. Like a boss. He wrote his name down. Like a boss.

Now, look at your weapon/familiar. Now back to his. Now back to yours. Now back to his - his familiar is now wearing a pair of shades. Deal with it.

[There we go, so people have an image to use: http://i44.tinypic.com/1twtx0.png]