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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 2:33 pm
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Oh. Their teacher was the skull? Jericho wondered where the rest of the body was. Odd. In any case, he was soon feeling a little horrified as he realized everyone was to come up to tell a little bit of what they knew of the world and whatnot. Six months ago, this might not have been an issue. But, right now? Having to speak before an audience was not something he wanted to do at all. What if they'd find out? There were a lot of students here! Could there be any undercover boogeymen too?
The dragon shifted in his seat uncomfortably, looking towards the door. Maybe he could sneak out. No. The dragon was a horrible sneak. That would never work out.
Maybe.. he should go up soon. Get it over with. Perhaps people would forget about him quickly with all the others that had to come up as well. Even so, he was a little nervous to be going up. Gritting his teeth, he stared at the podium. There was more light there too. What if his cloak somehow slipped away? While he was fussing over this, he ended up not paying a whole lot of attention to the other speakers so far.
After some thought, he slowly got up and made his way to the podium, clutching onto his cloak as he did so. Why was he doing this again?
Once there, he took in a deep breath, gritting his teeth for a moment while looking out at the students that were now watching. Would they know?
"..Er... Our home is a large mountain range far from here. Lots of trees and not too many other people around. No other dragons from our family too.. Not in our territory at least. They need to let us know they're coming ahead of time if they want to visit. There's.. plenty of prey and the terrain isn't easy to trek.. it helps keep adventurous halloweeners from trying to steal our treasures," he said while eyeing a few warily with that last statement.
Possibly Astra.
Not wanting to linger up there any longer, he quickly retreated to his seat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:44 pm
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Yin had been lingering around the doorway since the Professor spoke, not wanting to interrupt. Seeing a good opportunity he headed up to the front like maybe he was not late, just stepping up to deliver his description. Not that he was really comfortable talking about himself that much, and talking about the Clan to outsiders, even though he had ran away from it, still seemed wrong.
"Um..." Why did he have to be in front of the class? He was much better at just blending in somewhere in the middle of it..."My Clan...well the Clan I came from was in a warm area of Halloween. There was a forest surrounding the area and no one comes in or out."
There, that should do it for him. This was not really what he wanted to be talking about, but at least it was not himself. There was no need to call attention to himself after all. He hastily fled to an open seat and sat, trying his best to pay attention to all of the others. Really, he went to school with them, and they all went through hell together. He should probably know a bit about them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 11:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 1:22 am
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Enzo had nearly dozed off when the students began taking turns in the front of the room. Hmm? Ah, right, he heard something about show-and-tell. Cool, cool, that was easy enough. Culture talk? Homeland or something? Alright. He waited for the ghostly ghoul had finished her talk before slipping from his desk to mosey towards the front.
The hunchback that had been looming beside him grimaced at the roaches left behind, trying to skitter after the boil.
Enzo waited a moment before lifting his hand to the brim of his fedora-of-the-day, suddenly whipping it from his head, "Y'see this hat?" He slicked his hand along it's feather dramatically before snapping it back onto his head, "Got at Slaughterson's, best joint in the whole South Side of the city. Up North'a here. Th'boys and I'd 'nap Pop's ol' flivver and have to drive down town and I'll tell you, it's insane tryin' to watch the road with a crazy bearcat chop-choppin' her chopper at you, naggin' away about licenses and ishkabibble while you're just tryin' to have a good time, and ultimately it really was. Good times. Just remember to aim for the tires."
He snapped his fingers, pointed to the cutie with the paper-veil in her face and slank back towards his desk again, assignment covered and out of the way and rats scampering behind him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 10:37 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 10:56 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 11:05 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 4:22 pm
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Shun couldn't help but shake his head as Titus went on up. The b*****d. With a sort of grimace, he looked around before getting up, nodding to Mitsu briefly as a sort of silent 'good job'.
He wasn't thrilled about having to get up before the class and speak, but at least he didn't have to write the damn thing out. Might as well get this over with now. Once he was at the podium, he glanced over the other students, then began to speak.
"Far north of here is a small village with a temple said to help those who seek answers find them. There aren't many people there, though most of the inhabitants are ghosts. A few months back, the temple itself had burned down, unfortunately. The place was....relatively peaceful regardless. A number of the inhabitants do not take too kindly to Reapers, however. The healer, at least, was not one of them," he said simply before walking off back towards his seat, not wanting to linger longer than he had to.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 10:49 pm
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Merope considered his options as he stared at the podium. What could he talk about? Just about all of the adventures he went on were also adventures a good number of the class also went on. That wouldn't do. Another dragon already spoke of the ocean. Merope didn't feel like elaborating or discussing the depths he came from. After all, his kind were called Lost Fathoms for a reason.
After a moment, he had it. Merope rose to his feet and moved quickly towards the front of the room, taking the podium. He reached up and removed his hand, fiddling with it for a moment before he began to speak. "There's lots of different places in Halloween. Lots of them have different people, and they tend to do things, well, differently. Obviously," he quickly added, waving his hat around. "I went to one of those places on foot, and let me tell you: it was a bad idea. I mean, I even went as a female to see if things were easier. It wasn't."
He gave an embarrassed shrug and a grin. "Anyway. A lot of those folks didn't particularly care for undead much and I had a rough time of it. Long story short I did find some people who were rather nice. They were a... group. I actually felt accepted by them." He grinned, giving another shrug. "Anyway, turns out they were criminals and just needed an extra hand with their business. If you could call it that. Despite that, they were great people. And they're not getting this hat back."
Merope shrugged a third time before replacing the hat on his head, moving back to his seat. Except there was someone else now occupying his seat. With a long-suffering sigh, Merope moved to another empty seat and slid into it with the bearing of someone now very conscious of their very appearance.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 2:24 pm
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The wolfos cocked his head, having arrived just in time to hear the teacher arrive and speak. It was time to share stories and the wolfos sighed. Frost in the Storm had many stories but those were more or less with his pack. Nothing all on his own. Well he had a few. Some not ending very happily.
Shaking off, he walked up, bowing to the teacher before nodding at the class. "I am Frost in the Storm. Deep in the mountains by my homeland is a cave of fire and ice, where the earth burns and the air freezes. A great many creature call it home, though my kind and kin avoid it. I was a young pup when I first attempted to venture into the cave, and found myself burning, fur gone and needing a snow sleep for a good week after. On my next attempt, though this was a year later as my sire and mother had forbidden such attempts, I managed to make my way to the center of the cave, and took a bit of the burning ice as a trophy. Water that is solid, yet burns and can start a flame with a spark." He smirked.
"I was proud of that. But yes, that is a place I wish to revisit." Boxing slightly he removed himself from the front of the class, returning to his seat.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 3:37 pm
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Taima was late to class. The mere concept would have worried anyone who knew her, might even have sent them running for the nurse--but Taima wasn't sick. She was exhausted, as was evident in every line of her body, from her sagging shoulders to the slight droop of her wings. Even her feathers, usually impeccably groomed, were looking a little ruffled and unkempt. She would have cared more if she wasn't so tired; the endless cycle of homework and classes plus weird things getting turned into a minipet had started to take their toll.
Despite all of that, she was in relatively good spirits about all of it. If the cost of success was a few hours less sleep a night, she'd gladly pay it--this is what she'd come here for, after all. Oversleeping one time ever wasn't going to kill her, she told herself as she quietly slipped into the classroom and took a seat in the back. She had missed the teacher's introduction, but caught on quick to what the current task was. Life stories! Taima loved hearing about other peoples' experiences; it seemed this class would be worth waking up for after all. She brightened a little, listening attentively to a few of her classmates' stories before walking down to the podium to tell her own.
"Soooo," she started, uncertain how to begin now that she was actually up there, "my flock lives in a mountain range surrounding a pretty big town, but it's difficult for other people to get there because the winds are really strong above a certain elevation. It's hard for us to get down there by ourselves, too, when we're fledgelings. My parents used to take my siblings and I into town sometimes, and I loved it there, because as much as I love my flock, it's so boring just seeing the same people and places day in, day out. So the first time I was able to descend by myself, I hid in town for, like, a week. It was a lot of fun--I got to meet a lot of new people and experience some interesting stuff--until my parents found me. I was grounded for a while after that." Her wings twitched closer to her body at the memory. "Literally." Her story imparted, Taima went to take her seat.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 4:30 pm
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World travels. Exploration. Adventure. Excitement.
West had no idea what the mysterious sign was actually about, but every word on it with the exception of "and" and "to" had him buzzing with anticipation. He entered the room as quickly as he could without actually running, taking a seat near the middle row of desks rather than his usual spot at the back.
Despite his uncharacteristic excitement, the boil's temporary good humor started to wane when the skull began to speak. This was a professor? It was so... brain damaged. And what kind of self-respecting teacher allowed itself to be crapped on like that? West hunched in his seat, suddenly sorry he had come at all. Would anyone notice if he up and left in the middle of someone's dumbass speech? Yeah, probably.
Fine. Whatever. He would stay.
The boil watched his classmates babble, paying particular attention to Enzo. Kid was crazy. In a good way. Merope got a curious glance as well. Criminals? Hats? West was beginning to think he needed to get out more. He waited until that new thunderbird ghoul had finished, then pushed his chair away from his desk with a noisy scrape and strode up to the front of the room.
"It's no hippies 'r penny beatin's, but I got socked in the face by a seal... thing... once. I was at one a'those water parks an' they tol' me not t'hop up on that tank an'..." He pinched the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb. "Ah, tha' was somethin'. Yeah." With a shrug, West retook his seat.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:12 pm
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Alex had shuffled his way into the classroom, late, as usual. He hadn't actually caught all of what the teacher said they were meant to be doing (he assumed there had been some kind of instruction, just judging by the way everyone was taking turns to go up and speak.) So he slowly found himself an empty seat and slid into it, deciding to listen first to try and get a sense for what it was they were supposed to be talking about.
For the most part, from the few students he had heard, it seemed like they were supposed to talk about where they came from...maybe. That was generally what the other students were discussing so it was what he would first assume at least. Waiting for a lull inbetween students, he somewhat nervously rose from his chair to make his way up to the podium, hoping he was doing what he was meant to.
"My family, my horde, lives in a large house in the middle of a forested area. It's not actually all that far from Halloweentown, only a couple of hours by train. It's pretty nice, lots of space for all of us when everyone comes over for a visit, which is...practically every day, really. The forest is teeming with mini wildlife which we prefer since many in the horde do like to hunt, and even if we don't have to eat, we enjoy it too much not to." He smiled at that, reaching up to brush hair that had fallen into his eyes back out of the way before shuffling his way back to his desk.
Really, Alex had never really traveled anywhere, except for during the trials and the exchange program with the horsemen isles, so even if he had known what they were supposed to be talking about, discussing where he grew up was probably what he would have spoken about anyways.
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