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Post by Bharune on May 20, 2008 18:15:01 GMT -5
(CLASSROOM DESCRIPTION, everyone please read so you have an idea of the setting)
As one would expect from a classrom for the element of darkness, the lighting in the room was dim and the windows heavily curtained. A long, solid table of black marble followed the entire perimeter of the room, and adorning it completely were rows of inextinguishable candles. The corners of the room where home to flowing waves of thick black velvet, the ebony waterfall beginning at a point in the ceiling and rippling all the way to the reflective, polished floor.
It was a disturbing room, especially because of the creature heads mounted on the walls. The instructor was, apparantly, an avid hunter, and he had a collection of rare and fanciful monsters on display. He seemed particularly attracted to the grotesque, and heads ranging from a hellhound to a minotaur to a harpy and much more decorated the room.
The back wall, however, had four large mounts arranged around an even larger one in the center, but the heads belonging to them seemed to be missing.
Like any other classroom, student desks were lined up in the room's center, facing a blackboard and the teacher's desk at the front of the room.
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Post by Bharune on May 20, 2008 18:18:39 GMT -5
(This is Podjroot's post, I'm moving it because I needed to remake the thread ^^)
A blond young man with grey-black eyes walked into the class, carrying a rather thick leather bound book in his left hand. He stood up straight, tall, and arrogantly as he surveyed the rows of desks for a good seat. Ah, there it was, back corner on the far left, a perfect place to brood, plot, and keep out of sight. He strolled over to it and slamed the book down before throwing himself into the chair. He leaned back, the chair tilting dangerously, and taped his fingers rhythmically on the polished wood surface of his desk. With his head lowered, the strands of hair caged his eyes in perfect shadow.
Behave, a voice whispered in his head.
"Come now, I'm a demon, not an imp. I employ patience and tact when I cause trouble. This classroom's hardly worth my attentions. If it wasn't for your mortal incompetence, I wouldn't have to be here."
A disdainful huff errupted into the clearity of his thoughts, and the demon possessor laughed.
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Post by Bharune on May 22, 2008 18:38:16 GMT -5
Other children began to slowly fill in the room, but it was clearly a small class -- less than twenty. The larger period for dark elemental magic was 7th, this was simply the dump-off period for those unavailable 7th.
It wasn't long before Professor Theron himself appeared, seeming to walk out of some unseen portal encased in shadow. He didn't even glance at his students at first, just went to his desk and shuffled through a few papers.
Unlike some of the other instructors in the school, Theron was incredibly modern in his dress and composure. He seemed fond of black -- surprise, surprise -- and his attire comprised mostly of black, tight-fitting, cloth and a long leather coat, decorated with zippers more for their stylish appeal than practicality. Short, black hair was chopped just a bit longer than his chin, and yellow eyes were shadowed behind tinted glasses.
Hm...
Still not addressing his class, Theron took a seat behind his desk to wait for the rest to arrive.
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Post by Podjroot on May 29, 2008 19:04:19 GMT -5
The blond raised an eyebrow, thoughts dancing like daggers through his head. "I recognize that aura. Where have I felt it before?" His eyes, unblinking, followed the man back and forth, paying little attention to his actual feature and focusing on something outside of physical sensation. "Shadow walking, too? That's a smidge impressive. It's one thing to carry a spirit through darkness. Tugging along matter is another. He must have some interesting power stewing underneath that placid front." His leg began to twitch, up and down, up and down, uncontrollably as he thought more and more upon this conundrum. Lacing his fingers together and placing his elbows on his desk, Domai built for himself a nice prop for his chin and a mask for the smirk his lips were curling into.
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Post by Bharune on May 31, 2008 2:06:38 GMT -5
Theron was a very old entity, so it wasn't surprising. Not the oldest to grace this school, but very old nonetheless.
After all the students were settled in, Theron rose and began to take attendance. He always did the first few days, then decided it was an unnecessary waste of time and discarded the tradition for the rest of the year.
"...Tananara, Siune," Theron said, walking down the rows between desks. He checked off his name when he lifted his hand.
So far everyone was here.
"Tevklavich, Podjroot."
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Post by Podjroot on May 31, 2008 2:30:37 GMT -5
The demon smirked a bit, then raised his head over his hands and whispered, "I hate that name." He turned to look at Theron, knowing it was necessary to catch his eye. He knew the man couldn't care less if he was there or not.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 8, 2008 16:35:07 GMT -5
No, Theron didn't really care. Why should he? He was there to teach those who desired to learn his art, no one else mattered it. If they wanted to learn, they would be there. If not, they'd be picked up for skipping class.
Although, usually it wasn't until later in the year when students started avoiding his class.
The instructor finished reading off the list of names, then paused at the front of the room. "As many of you know, I'm Instructor Wselfwulf," he said, grinning to show multiple pointed fangs. "But since most of you find that a mouthful, you may refer to me as 'Theron' if you want."
The dark-haired teacher went on to give an overview of the class -- boring, but necessary for the first day. He told them they'd be learning the blacker side of the arcane arts, using dark and demonic energies and even tapping into the mysticism of the moon goddess Sorthia. Such things were widely forbidden, so the students would do well to take care of where they speak of or show off such learnings outside the academy.
Theron told them he had a sense of humor (albeit a dark one) and wasn't as strict as some of the other teachers, but if he gave an order he expected it to be followed without argument. As long as the students did this, he had no real rules for the class.
"Any questions?"
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 8, 2008 17:14:19 GMT -5
Uri stormed into Theron's class with the other students. Maybe he was a little late...and at this point he didn't care. He was still pretty upset that he had gotten snapped at for just trying to help Xadrian..
That was his room, he had every right to be in there and The doctor had been hurt. So why did he have to be pushed away. OH! it made him mad. Uri wasn't even one to get angry or pout.
Taking a seat at a desk at the back of the room he crossed his arms and looked down at the desk. "Uri...sorry I am late.."
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Post by Bharune on Jun 8, 2008 17:20:51 GMT -5
"Tell me your name and bring me your schedule," Theron said, leaning back against the edge of his desk.
It wasn't entirely necessary -- he easily recognized the younger Devreigh sibling. But Uri hadn't been on his attendence sheet, so he must've just recently picked up his schedule.
Ergo, Theron had to check it to make sure the redhead was in his class.
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 8, 2008 17:26:09 GMT -5
"Uri Devreigh" The red head said as he stood and approached the black haired male. It was a little rude for him to just rush into the class room without even showing his schedule. It was newly done up...
Reaching into the back pocket of his pants he pulled out a folded up piece of paper and handed it to Theron.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 8, 2008 18:02:12 GMT -5
Domai watched with a lazy gaze as Uri marched in and the exchange between instructor and student began. It didn't matter to him who the student was or what his problems may be, but it was more than interesting to catch the instructor's name and the objectives of the course. The goddess Sorthia, eh? A sibling deity of the various other dark beings the demons were made to serve. Admittedly, the demon kind were not terribly familiar with the lunar goddess or other deities of the over world, but Domai knew who to ask for information. As for the instructor, Domai started to piece together an idea of who he may be.
It's hard to ponder to yourself whether you're the possessed or the possessor. Someone was always listening in to your thoughts, and such was the case now as a few voices pipped up from inside.
Domai, this man has power beyond human capabilities, spoke one.
"I'm aware of that. Can you tell me something I don't know, Goody Goody?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Kelshek, would you happen to know anything about either Wselwulf or Sorthia?" the demon inquired mentally.
"I'm only familiar with the various deities of death. I need not know of the others since their purposes and power neither threaten or hinder with the tasks of reapers."
"I'm completely lost, you guys. Care to fill me in?"
"It's none of your concern," the demon replied sharply.
"None of my concern? It's every bit my concern! This is my body, d**nit! You're all just freeloading, parasitic, mooching" the long list of insults and names continued, though no one else was paying much attention to them, not even Domai.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 9, 2008 1:27:08 GMT -5
Sorthia was a lunar goddess, yes, but not demonic. Not even well known in these parts. Though she was one of two major deities, her worship occurred primarily in the northern country and her followers were wiped out of these regions under the banner of Khaan, the sun god.
Still, Sorthia's dominion included the movement of souls from one plane to the next and the manipulation of spiritual energy and its realm. It wasn't something Theron would dwell too heavily on, but there was a section for it.
Uri Devreigh...just as he had expected.
"Alright then," he said, handing the schedule back to Uri. "Go ahead and take your seat."
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Roxibus
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A nervous British wolf boy and a Southern Elf
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Post by Roxibus on Jun 11, 2008 16:51:47 GMT -5
Fashionably late as always. The red-headed elf boy threw open the door rather loudly, and then shut it equally as loud. "Pretty dark in here." He called, drawing all attention to himself. Edward Roxibus, elder brother to the freshman Avius, was finally going to this school. Of course his brother had no knowledge of that fact yet, but in time he would. "Guessing this would be the dark whatever magic place class thing, right?" Edward's c0cky [must spell it wrong] attitude shone brightly in the dark room. Edward smirked. On his to-do list for day one: make his teachers angry with him within the first ten minutes. Edward loved to cause trouble. If it weren't for his grades being generally taken care of, Edward wouldn't be allowed into another school in the country. "And I'm going to guess that you're uh..." Edward took a while to try to pronounce the name typed up on his schedule. He laughed. "You're the teacher who's name I cannot pronounce." He grinned. Let's see how he deals with THAT! Maybe, if Edward was lucky, he would get his teacher so angry he would get sent to the principal immediately. Only one way to find out.
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Post by Ces yeux on Jun 11, 2008 18:15:41 GMT -5
"Thank you sir." Uri said as he taken the piece of paper back from Theron and moving back to his desk. Really, was it believable he'd go to the wrong class.
Precautions were precautions though.
As he was moving back to his desk he saw that Edward walked into the class room. Oh great. Was he really going to fallow Uri everywhere or what? Seriously...him appearing everywhere was silly ( <3)
Taking a seat he rolled his eyes as he listened to the elf. Did he really think that, that was going to anger Theron? Moron.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 11, 2008 18:27:49 GMT -5
(Yeah, proboard sensors suck :/)
Instructor Wselfwulf leaned against a desk, raising a brow in amusement. Another late-comer, was it? And a troublemaker, it would seem.
"I'm going to guess that you're the student who will obnoxiously interrupt my class with inane comments," he answered, more entertained than annoyed. There were students like this every year. Theron wasn't too easily angered, but he could get annoyed easily by irritating behaviour.
"Bring me your schedule," he said, raising a hand. "And you can refer to me as 'Theron', unless you find that too difficult to pronounce as well."
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it suuuuure does :'D <333 *mad love for teh yaoiz*