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Post by Ces yeux on May 21, 2008 15:19:11 GMT -5
(Class description)
The room was dark and when the teacher wasn't around it was poorly lit. There was no point in having the curtains opened or the lights on. It was a waste of it anyways. Most of the teacher's classes were were carpeted or wooden floored. Some were stone or tiled. Aiya's was stone as and his walls were stone. The stone walls were old showing age in their cracks and color, but the professor hadn't minded it. Like others his room showed his personality but with first glance it looked like an Egyptian torture chamber. Aiya was Egyptian after all and his class was Pain endurance, but with another glance it didn't look so menacing. It looked more like a museum. His desk was wooden and not very finely detailed. It's shape was plain but there were hieroglyphics that designed the boarder of it. His chair was a large simple oak chair with a cushion on it for when he had to sit long periods of time. Not that he had to do that in this class. Behind his desk was a Tapestry on the wall. It was large and who ever had made it put alot of detail into it. It looked like one of the stories you'd see inside of a tomb. Of the underworld when your heart is weighted. It meant alot to Aiya. Something that was so morbid.
The torture weapons he did have were on the wall placed neatly on their little hooks or shelves displaying every one. From the mostly simplistic ones to the most horrifying one. Aside from his Egyptian decorations it was pretty plain. His desks were normal but pushed to a certain side of the room so he'd have room to work with students.
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Post by Bharune on May 21, 2008 22:57:00 GMT -5
Pain Endurance was not a class Suoh was looking forward to, even less now that the hour for it was upon him. But he had a desire to join the Katar Guard Corps, and it was something required for the position. Perhaps it would not be as bad as he was anticipating, but he tried not to be too optimistic about it.
On the bright side, it was the first day so it should mostly be introduction and curriculum overview.
Suoh slipped into the room, taking a seat at the far wall. He allowed his eyes to wander over the surroundings....
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Definitely not going to be his favorite course. Sighing, he propped his elbows up on his desk and folded his hands, resting his forehead against them and closing his sapphire eyes.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 6, 2008 0:31:05 GMT -5
Akrioc found reading to be hard on his massah eyes, especially since they were designed to see at a distance more so than up close, making everything directly in front of him blurred. As a result, he memorized his schedule and class locations after having it read to him by one of the staff when he first arrived. Recalling them now, he quickly found his way to fifth period.
He was late, but it didn't matter to him. What's the worst that could happen? He'd be used as an example?
The class, indeed, interested him. Pain endurance could be extremely useful, helping him to keep level headed in a bind rather than fly off the handle, as massah usually did. In all actuality, it was verging on impossible to control such reactions. Certain aspects of a massah's behavior are simply instinctive. It's a rare few who can take abusive pain without flying into spirit blindness, will give up their food when they're hungry, or who tolerate intruders. Indeed, it would be most intriguing to see if he could improve his control of his instincts by the end of the year. If it worked as he hoped, it would give him a critical edge. As any hunter knows, take every advantage and opportunity presented. Besides, he may learn a few torture techniques indirectly.
Finding the door to not yet be locked, he simply strode in and found a seat. He didn't sit in it right away as he wasn't quite sure of the awkward position. Since they didn't have chairs where he came from, you either sit on your haunches, stand, or lie on the ground. After doing a double take from the other students back to the empty desk, he eventually sat down.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 8, 2008 16:44:49 GMT -5
It didn't matter if a few of the students were late, since the instructor himself had yet to arrive. Suoh didn't pay attention to his classmates, though, just allowed his eyes to wander along the wall. Absently, his pencil tapped against his desk in an outward display of an otherwise undetectable apprehension.
He had a decent enough pain tolerance, but the thought of what could go on in such a class bothered him. Getting hurt in a fight was one thing, but enduring it for the sake of enduring it in a classroom setting...was definitely not something he was thrilled about. He did not like the idea of putting his body in the hands of another person to damage.
Required. It was required for the job he wanted...
Where was the instructor, anyway?
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 8, 2008 16:56:31 GMT -5
The instructor had been a little busy.
Though soon he arrived, throwing his his trench coat onto a statue near his desk he leaned against it surveying the room. It really wasn't entirely his fault for being late. He was simply late because he was helping a student.
Nothing wrong with that was there.
This year was going to prove to be rather interesting. Looking over the students whom were already in his class room. For his gaze stopped on Akrioc who had made it into the class room before he had. There was something about him...
Then he turned his attention to Suoh....Surprise rushed over him, but he didn't show it. That boy.....
"Welcome to my classroom, I apologize for now being here any sooner. There were matters I was taking care of."
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 8, 2008 18:41:47 GMT -5
Akrioc wasn't an impatient fellow in some matters, especially those that involved him getting what he wanted, and so he waited with the deceptively calm and meditative expression of a predator expecting an opportunity to arise. He heard someone coming down the halls before most of the class realized it and had tilted his ears to get a more focused lock on the footsteps. When professor Aiya walked in, a number of heads turned to catch their first glimpse of him, but Akrioc kept his head slanted down.
He didn't need to lift his head to see him. He didn't even really need his eyes period. There was a sixth sense to some massah, an odd ability that allowed them to peer into the very spirit of anything living. It is one of the reasons why blindness wasn't a terrible issue among them, at least in their territories where the land was still living and abundant in life. In fact, some clans purposefully blinded themselves in order to hone and intensify this odd gift. There were thousands of books and scrolls in the archives that explained how to translate the patterns seen with this ability. From them, one could determine just about anything from species to illness, race to personality.
Fortunately for most, including the members of his clan, Akrioc never took up studying the art of spirit translations, but he was intuitive enough. He saw that Aiya was human, at least in form, extremely sexual, and was fairly double sided, being sweet on one end but with a sub-character that was nearly as cruel as Akrioc's own. The massah youth smirked again, finding Aiya to be an impressive specimen, at least for a humanoid.
He looked up as the professor started talking, trying to make eye contact. It was a dominance thing among the clan. There were other ways of showing someone you had their attention from body posture to ears, but eyes were used to communicate status. Though massah were rational enough to acknowledge that other races used eyes to communicate differently, it was still difficult at times to overlook this instinctive act. Akrioc was testing him.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 9, 2008 1:35:08 GMT -5
Suoh didn't even bother glancing at the instructor until he spoke, and then it was only briefly.
Professor Rameses...there was certainly an unsettling air about the man. Then again, there was an unsettling air about many entities here. Being (mostly) human, the blonde always felt really out of place.
But that was just an incentive to work hard, wasn't it?
Turning his sapphire eyes back to the dark wall to his left, Suoh rested his chin on his palm but his pencil-tapping stopped. Even if he didn't seem to be paying attention, he was listening rather carefully.
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 10, 2008 14:46:46 GMT -5
The man focused on the two boys more than anything. At least for now. A Messah. He had never met one personally, so it was a slight honor to have the opportunity, but he'd had to keep an eye on this one. Just looking over the male he seemed.....mischievous...Of course the professor had no qualms against it...heh. When Akrioc hadn't made eye contact..or more so didn't want to, it didn't bother Aiya. Instead he simply smiled.
Suoh...Suoh Kahre. He had only needed to glance of that boy once. It really couldn't be..could it. He was excited and rather happy...
He moved from the desk and placed his hands in his pockets as he began to moved around the class room. It was something he did. He liked to move around the class when he was talking. It kept him from passing out obviously.
"In this class.." He started strongly. " You will not only be learning how to endure pain, but you will also learn the tools , you will learn how to manipulate pain into something much stronger.." He sometimes would teach them techniques on how to manipulate pain into something else. The body would hurt, but not the mind and the mind is strong. " I will start you off simple this year, and before the end of the year I will want to say proudly that each one of you are no stranger to pain."
Heh...
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 10, 2008 15:29:16 GMT -5
Akrioc liked the sound of that. It was relatively well known among massah that an individual in spirit rage doesn't feel pain nearly as intensely, but then again, they're not even really thinking. It was a strength and a terrible weakness that had been exploited in a number of clan wars and even in the various genocide attempts made against the race. Akrioc had decided a long time ago that it was in his best interests to find a more...rational means of overlooking his body's pain.
The boy tracked Aiya's movement with his eyes, listening carefully to each word. No stranger to pain, eh? As a massah of his particularly...unique personality, he was not unfamiliar. His constant struggle for status in the hierarchy, inter clan disputes, and the martial rule of the clan leader meant that Akrioc spent most of his life in combat in one form or another. Heck, with his rebellious and dangerous attitude, there was barely a day that went by he wasn't forced to submit to his superiors' strength or be killed.
The boy smiled to himself as he reminisced. Ah, that was all likely to change given a few hundred more years of growing and honing.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 10, 2008 19:22:54 GMT -5
Suoh turned his eyes back to Aiya as the teacher spoke, and followed the other's movements discreetly.
This was only a stepping stone. A test of his will.
The Katar Guard Corp that he so wanted to become a part of...he had potential, they told him. Suoh had spent most of a free time helping out the small branch in Baeore...it wasn't much, but he had grown friendly with many of the members and they kept food in his stomach.
Almost to the age where he could join himself, all he had to do was rake in the required courses.
His sapphire eyes slid over his classmates, not lingering over any of them so he wouldn't draw attention to himself.
Nothing in this academy could be trusted. Not even his own senses were reliable here...
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 12, 2008 19:59:46 GMT -5
Leaning back against his desk he smiled once again. "Now every semester there will be a challenge that is set up by other teachers and myself." Heh.." Students from all grades can choose to face off against others using what you have learned from all classes." Sounded rather dangerous, but it was pretty interesting for the professors to watch.
The bell rang. "Well, I will see you all tomorrow." The male said simply as he moved his desk.
Suoh..and Akrioc..those two would most likely be his most two interesting students this year.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 12, 2008 23:28:42 GMT -5
"Oh, a challenge? Can you elaborate on that," Akrioc asked, for once seemingly giddy with excitement. As the other students began to file out, he went up to Aiya himself, flooding him with a number of questions. "In what areas are these challenges held? What are the limitations placed on us? Are we penalized for casualties? Are we limited to just what we've learned here, or can we use prior education as well? Are there referees, or is it a to-the-death sort of competition? What is our incentive for putting our butts on the line?" And so on and so forth it would go until his curiosity was satisfied.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 13, 2008 15:38:14 GMT -5
Suoh silently gathering his meager things, but didn't seem to be in a hurry. Truthfully, he was lingering, listening to the conversation between the Massah and Professor Rameses.
A challange? He had arrived very late last year, so he must've missed that. He was curious to know the details, though he doubted it would be something he was interested in. He was more of a strategist than a fighter, and who knew what kind of students would participate. No...it seemed more something people did for popularity, and he wasn't interested in that.
Still, he'd keep his ears open for the specifics.
Lifting his bag, Suoh headed out of the room.
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 13, 2008 15:41:12 GMT -5
The Egyptian was pretty pleased that Akrioc approached him with all these question. They were fine. There was a bit of a disappointment...he wanted Suoh to linger...so he could speak with him, but he had another class soon...
"If you are very interested, Then you can come talk to me after dinner. I'll give you the details I can. I have another class coming in." Not that he didn't want to talk to him or anything.
In-fact he was pretty giddy to explain this 'little' challenge.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 13, 2008 17:59:09 GMT -5
"Well, Professor, I will see you then, and hope you satisfy my little curiosities." Was that a double sided statement? Knowing Akrioc, one could guess he was talking about the challenge or the class itself, but a stranger might imagine more. Walking lithely out of the class, having brought no belongings with him, he simply made his way to magical creatures class without swinging by the dorms. Truth be told, he simply wasn't looking forward to messing with the key and lock anytime soon.
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