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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:45 pm
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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.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 11:05 am
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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?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 11:14 am
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