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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 4:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 4:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 6:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 7:35 pm
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Indu's nostrils had flared out, and her mouth had set into a thin line of disapproval at the description of the new class. Modern scaring? Modern?? What was wrong with good, old fashioned, tried and true techniques? This sounded like a lot of bull-hokey. Wasn't this an ancient and respected institution? Staring at the advertisement in the cafateria, the young ghoul had almost choked in outrage. Teaching fad techniques and untested methods to naive young students was a flagrant abuse of a teacher's position and privilege. But she wasn't going to stand for that - oh no - Indu was going to be the final line of defence against whatever untested, wild ideas were going to be thrown about.
On the day of the class, she marched in, bristling with barely repressed outrage, and slid into a seat in the front row, shoes meeting together with a sharp tap under the table, back straight, eyes drilling a critical hole in the teacher's turned down face. The class's biggest critic, and potentially biggest troublemaker, had arrived to cast her judgement.
Quote: if anyone wants Indu to have sat beside them, that's cool. 83c or if anyone wants to sit besides her. open to interaction!
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:39 pm
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Ebele probably definitely watched the introduction video a good fifty times, engrossed in the strange voices and the peaceful background of the video.
Honestly, she was not very good at the digital thing, mostly because in Miasma Village, they were not exactly well-connected. Therefore, it was most definitely a new thing for her to try, and that instantly made her all over the idea. She would go to this class!
That was how she ended up in the classroom the next day, sitting down at a desk in the second row and bouncing excitedly. She couldn't wait for this! She could learn how to be scary in the digital age! Ebele was here to learn how to be scary after all, right? That was what schooling was for! That and doing new things. Ooh, she couldn't wait to see the professor start teaching why was she just sitting at her desk there were things to learn--
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As much as Cearney was loathe to admit it, modern scaring methods would probably be quite useful to the leprechaun. If anything else, perhaps there would be some way to combat against the popular vision of them so many humans seemed to carry now.
It was with great displeasure that Cearney decided that he actually probably needed this class, and so he dragged himself out of bed on the day of, bag slung over his shoulder full of the proper learning gear and not just spare belongings of other creeple for once, and made his way over to the classroom. When he arrived, he dramatically lifted himself into a chair and plopped himself down, opening a notebook on his desk.
And the teacher was texting.
And her familiar.
... Familiars could text?
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Ignatius had gotten the invitation for the class via his email, and while he was fairly certain he knew how these digital things worked, all things considered, it wouldn't hurt to go and get an easy grade from a class.
He wasn't exactly fond of the earlier time of the class, considering he preferred to laze around a bit in the morning (for a given value of laze) but nevertheless, Ignatius showed up near the expected time, sitting himself down in a desk in the middle of the room. It seemed a few creeple were there already, including some that seemed to already know each other. That plant ghoul seemed to be rather familiar with the mouse boil, at least.
Since this was a class about modern technology, he figured that the professor wouldn't mind him taking out his own phone and texting a bit while he waited for her to stop texting.
Smerdle Text to Bren: in a nerd class right now, tech not your thing?
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 10:23 pm
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Kamakura hadn't been sure what to make of the new class in room 140. The number series encouraged one to put your efforts and focus towards your long-term goals and aspirations the number its self-had set off alarm bells, as did the title of the given class. As was his usual habit he obsessed over the meaning of the numbers, before he’d actually gotten around to convincing himself to actually attend class. The dual nature of the audio clip that had been sent to them had made the fur on his tail raise.
Scowling the demon decided it was in his best interest to attend, and made a point of getting up early for the class that morning at 10am sharp. Kama made sure to be there on time, as being punctual was vital for getting a seat further back.
He slipped into the room, taking his seat. Once settled in his seat, he placed his hand in his palm and stared blankly ahead for a moment, idly tapping his pen on the piece of paper. After a moment he grabbed for his bag, rifled around before placing down his notepad and grabbed for an inkpen. Kama immediately began doodling on the corner of his paper as he waited for what he assumed might be some kind of lecture. The catboil hadn’t sat in an actual classroom since his brief interaction awhile back with Adelaide. He’d all but literally nodded off, this time however he intended to actually try and take something away from the class. Sitting up some, his feral eyes narrowed ahead on the front of the class room.
Kamakura's eyes locked on his pad of paper, as he began to scribble furiously. The comic-like drawing however was not bound to last long, he soon moved onto the next thing and began to draw one of his random assorted mini pets to pass the time. After he’d finished several sketches, he finally placed his drawing utisil down frowning. The ticking clock and sound of voices in a low rumble filled the classroom they had assembled in. Shifting in his seat the nekomata yawned as he stretched, rubbing at one of his eyes. This early in the morning was usually prime time for him to be catching a catnap.. not potentially interacting with a bunch of strange ghouls and boils.
Glancing around him, he wondered if he’d spy anyone he knew. The likely hood of course wasn’t a high chance. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t end up speaking to someone.. he’d just give it a moment, and instead see what the pace of the class would be like. Glancing down at his scarephone, He began to browse on it for the now, more to keep himself from drawing on more notepaper. Kama pursed his lips and after a bit of browsing he eyed the time before locking the screen and slipping it back into his jacket pocket.
Although he was no scareling he’d handle whatever was asked of him. Looking for what would be their instructor, he spotted what appeared to be an authoritative figure. As he looked in that direction the demon noted the druid’s vulture. Kamakura didn't really have much to say to those around him. Well, at least for the moment. He thought.
Anyone feel free to talk to mr. |: face lol!
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 11:31 pm
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Sorrel took his seat once Amy clear up some space him and gets himself situated for when class begins. While he was feeling so happy, it had all gone away once the boil spoke up in giving his warning.
". . ." He blinks, staring at Amy in silence for he was really caught off guard by seeing how wide his golden eyes were. He would never knew about that from Amy, but he smiles softly. "Oh . . . I'm use to that actually for almost all of my life." He chuckles softly, much due to his nerves really, and place his bag on the floor. "There's a boil here who tries to eat me up too, snapping his jaws at me. Even when I nap too . . . he will bite me, but stops in exchange for stuff." It absolutely made him shudder in thinking about him, but deep down though, he does feel a bit sad that Amy might be nice to him only for that reason.
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