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Post by Podjroot on Jun 13, 2008 11:55:26 GMT -5
(Classroom Description) The illusions class as it actually is, is fairly normal with stone walls, tiled floor, and some fluorescent lighting. Ah, this would never do, at least for Soren the substitute illusions teacher. Depending entirely upon how he felt on any given day, the atmosphere could be changed with a bit of his high class illusions. For their first day, he was a bit more melancholy, and so the room took on the appearance of a cathedral complete with high ceilings, Gothic architecture, and stained glass windows. If he really felt like being keen on his details, he may add a monk or two with some Gregorian chanting.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 13, 2008 12:00:51 GMT -5
The substitute was already in class, but it'd be hard for the students to notice since he wasn't projecting a form. Instead, he'd spent his time adjusting the setting with a few of his illusion abilities. As the bell rang to release fifth period, he realized that his own class would be starting soon, and that he was missing a key final element, desks. With a bit of thought, a group of them popped into existence before the cathedral's alter ready and waiting to fool the class into believing in their substance. All that was left to do was wait for the first arrivals.
Podjroot was the first one to enter the new classroom, and nearly flipped his lid when he saw the setting. Holy grounds and demons did NOT mix. He let out an ear splitting shriek of outrage, but soon realized that he was neither burning, nor was there any holy presence at all within the expansive walls. Staring around with extreme suspicion mixed with fear, the demon possessed child slowly began to walk in and take a seat. "Calm down, it's an illusions classroom. The teacher's just messing with my senses," he muttered to himself under his breath.
Soren watched this display, quite pleased that he'd fooled someone, though he wasn't expecting them to scream bloody murder at first sight. He was almost offended. His essence drifted up behind the boy, and intentionally keeping his presence invisible, used an audible illusion magic to give himself some voice. "Na-a-aaah. Indoor voices please."
Domai turned quickly, standing even in his startled panic to see who had addressed him, but there was no one there that his senses could detect, not even a living aura. Slightly curious if not shaken, he said, "Yessir," and took his seat.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 27, 2008 18:48:07 GMT -5
It wasn't long before Soren's students had arrived, well, most of them at least. Peering at the attendance sheet the full time teacher had laid out on the desk *disguised by illusion as the alter*, he quickly realized that, indeed, there was one absentee. Oh, this would never do. When Soren actually took time to do some work, he became very involved, almost totalitarian in his execution and expectations. Having a truant just didn't fit into his plans. After all, how could he do his job of teaching if there wasn't a student there to teach? He'd have to do some seeking out. Couldn't wait, not even for class to be over with.
Casting up an automaton of an illusion, there was suddenly a teacher, or monk rather, explaining in boring detail the class outcomes and what not. It would run like a residual haunt, on repeat, as Soren quickly outlines in a moment everything it needs for this period. Soren had a saying, "Why speak a lie when you can manipulate the truth?" As long as the students believed a teacher was here, who needed to tell them otherwise? Staying only a moment to make sure his spell was running accordingly, the sentient magic carried his essence outside the room and began to scour the halls for his absentee.
Domai, on the other hand, was more than a little puzzled. He heard the monk, saw the monk, probably could feel the monk if he reached out, but he sensed no life essence. It was extremely convincing, and as he looked around at the other students, he could tell that many of them believed this illusion to be real. In some ways, he wanted desperately to leave. The atmosphere, though not real, gave off an ambiance that the demon struggled not to react to. Even the fake monk with his fake rosary and fake divine voice caused the demon to have some very real jitters. He contained himself though, fearing that the real professor, who had commented on his noise, was lurking around beneath all the fancy decorum.
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Post by Bharune on Jun 28, 2008 4:32:05 GMT -5
"I can't believe I said that," Zephaniah groaned to himself, folding his arms over his head on the desk.
Eleven? Smooth one, Zeph.
He had meant eleventh grade, of course, but Kayro was such an intimidating individual he had gotten flustered. This being his third year here, he should be used to it by now.
He supposed there were just some things one never really got completely accustomed with.
But Zephaniah Joachim couldn't stay dejected for long, and glanced up to take in more details about his surroundings (now that he wasn't darting to his seat to avoid a tardy). The instructor wasn't very interesting at all and had a monotone that probably would've caused him to pass out already if not for the room itself. The cathedral was very fascinating, enough to thoroughly distract Zeph and also entertain him.
Boring teacher, amazing classroom. Seems Illusions class was going to be a mixed bag this year.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 28, 2008 15:18:30 GMT -5
The monotonous and outright bland monk explained to the students that in this class, you would learn the art of manipulating how others sense reality and even how to fool your own mind for its benefit. They would delve into the arts of both magical deceit as well as simple suggestions to alter another's perspective. There was a great deal to explore and understand of the mind, and once they became familiar with how the brain operates, they'd then master the art of controlling it. The monk also stated that as "substitute", he wouldn't be teaching anymore often than what was needed of him, but that they might as well grow familiar with him.
"I'm as material as a thought, as quantitative as a soul, as alive as a dream. Truth be told, I'm not even in the room as we speak, but off to fetch a missing student. What you see before you speaking now is no more me than this cathedral is your classroom. This is an illusion, and for those of you who are surprised by this, prepare to be surprised a lot more in the future. You'll never know when I'm really here. You can not see me, can not hear me, can not sense me, but I can see, hear, and sense you all, so be warned.
I am a sentient magic, the very living magical essence that runs through all of you made self aware. I interact with you solely through the magic the comprises my being, illusion, and it is my dearest wish that by the end of the year, you will overcome your mind's weaknesses to my spells, and see me for exactly what I am, nothing. If you are tempted to leave early, then feel free to, but be careful not to get caught by the caretaker or other faculty.
If you want to, you can stay and explore the illusion I've set up for this classroom. The entire spell is about 50,000 square feet of illusion all contained inside a 30' by 30' classroom. You will perceive yourself roving about the expansive halls, though you are confined inside a much smaller space. Don't worry, you will not harm yourself should you decide to explore. The exit from the classroom and spell is through the same door you came in. Take care." With that, the monk, dissolved into a shadow on the floor, and the students were left alone to decide how to spend the remainder of this first day.
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Post by arianna on Jun 30, 2008 9:08:09 GMT -5
"I hate being late..." Irian mutters under his breath as he walks quickly down the hallway, peering at the doors he passes. At least it wasn't his fault. He'd followed Zephaniah's directions closely, getting to his class with no mishaps...but as soon as he'd stepped in, he'd been told that his schedule had been changed, given several papers to sign and have signed acknowledging the change, and shoved (politely) out the door. He'd wandered since then, having only a slight clue as to where he was going.
After what felt like an eternity of wandering (but was really only a few minutes), he came across the right door, opened it quietly, and slipped in. Just in time to see the teacher (he assumed it was, at least) disappear. He stands for a long moment, surprised first at that, then at the gigantic space that was the room. It disorients him for a short time, for he had not expected such a large room...enough that he forgets to move.
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Post by Podjroot on Jun 30, 2008 15:42:38 GMT -5
"Bout time," A blond student shouted from his seat. "That d**n thing was giving me the creeps!" He started to get up, scooping his books into his arms as he grumbled under his breath and even hissed and growled at some invisible opposition. He took about two steps toward the door before he stood frozen in mid stride, seeming to argue with himself all the more furiously. His mutterings appeared more and more like seizures, before he finally put his foot down, and stood up tall. His entire disposition seemed to change. Fixing his messy blond hair with one hand and taking on a soft and articulate voice, the calmer Podjroot declared, "I find the professor's taste in decorum and ambiance most delightful, and if any of you have objections, then you can bite my ethereal ass." Turning around, Podjroot began to walk off to explore the vastness of the illusion.
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Post by Bharune on Jul 11, 2008 19:20:28 GMT -5
Zephaniah had been paying very little attention to the lecture, more interested in his surroundings. Once the monk had started talking about only being an illusion and 'sentient magic', though, his focus shifted back to the orator.
Lol, what?
"Whoa, so all this is an illusion?" Zeph asked in amazement, but the monk simply disappeared, leaving the students to do as they pleased.
A trick?
While he considered this possibility, his brown eyes fell on Podjroot. Was that kid okay? He seemed really strange...maybe he was bi-polar. Yeah, Zeph's heard about them people. Crazies. Could never tell what was going to pop up in this school.
Remembering his encounter with Kayro, Zephaniah decided to explore the classroom instead of leave. Hey! There was Irian!
"Irian!" he called, waving one arm before moving over to the other. "Didja get your schedule changed or something?"
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Post by arianna on Jul 14, 2008 7:46:11 GMT -5
Irian blinks as he hears his name, turning towards the source of the voice. A faint smile brushes his lips as he sees the neko from earlier. That's right...Zephaniah had said he had this class next. "Yeah...I found my way to the other class, only to be greeted with a change of schedule form. Unfortunately, I didn't think to get directions before I was shoved out the door, so I wandered for a while, lost, before I came here." He glances around. "Apparently just in time to miss everything the teacher said before he...disappeared." He shrugs, shifting the weight of his bag to his other shoulder. It seems he'd have to wait until tomorrow to get the paper signed.
"From what little I caught, though, seems this class'll be interesting."
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Post by Inai on Jul 19, 2008 2:56:57 GMT -5
Calim found the lecture incredibly boring, and consequently, barely listened to it. The other students seemed equally disinterested in the speech, but considerably more surprised than he felt when the monk revealed that he was only an illusion. Calim decided it would be a good opportunity, then, to stretch his legs, and stood from his chair. He had no interest in wandering the illusion, however, and instead leaned against the wall nearest to his desk, raising a hand and making a small flame appear in it. He closed his hand over it and the fire disappeared, but upon opening it again, it returned. The magician repeated the actions a few more times before tossing the flame into the center of the classroom, watching it hang in the air a bit above the students' heads. He was aware he was showing off, but wasn't at all concerned if the other students would be irritated by it. He was having fun, or at least helping to alleviate his boredom.
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Post by Bharune on Jul 20, 2008 14:54:29 GMT -5
"Schedule change? That sucks," Zephaniah said, walking over to Irian. "Well, sorta. It's always great to know someone in a class! It makes it more interesting, doesn't it?"
Zeph knew quite a few people in the school since this was his third year, but he didn't have a whole lot of friends. Acquaintances, yes. Enemies, that too. Friends? Only a few over the years, and people graduate, change schools, drop-out, and whatnot. Most people found him pleasant company in small doses.
He had been about to say something else when Calim's fireball moved out of the corner of his eye and he jumped back quickly, though it wasn't anywhere near him.
"Hey, watch where you're tossing those!" he said, looking up at the flaming sphere. Oh, wait, that's right, this class was... "Or is that an illusion too?"
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Post by arianna on Aug 2, 2008 14:28:56 GMT -5
Irian leans against a nearby table, shrugging in answer to Zephaniah's comment. "It's not a big deal...since I wasn't used to the first schedule yet anyway I won't be missing anything." He smiles. They could shift the whole schedule around at random for all that he cared. He was here at the insistence of his guardian anyway, though it seemed it may turn out more interesting than he had first thought.
"At the very least it makes it easier to find partners for group work," he murmurs with a dry smile...he found the other interesting, though he'd hold his breath on calling him 'friend' as yet.
The bright flame catches his attention, and he flinches back, drawing his lips back in a snarl and growling beneath his breath...the instinctual fear of fire bred in the forest had not yet been erased by his time outside of it. He hears the words the other says, but is frozen, both attracted and repelled by the brightness.
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Post by Podjroot on Aug 2, 2008 20:45:26 GMT -5
The seemingly unstable blond lad was standing before the alter, which doubled as the "desk" for this odd classroom. He held his hands up over it as if he were detecting some heated source within, then gently placed his palms on the site. There was nothing of divine power, not even of goodness within the illusion. It was simply an object to his senses, albeit a fake one. With a bit of a disappointed sigh, he slid his hands away.
"Missing home right about now, Logra," a malignant voice stirred in his mind. "You'll never get any closer, not while I'm around at least. If there were divinity here, I'd be sure to snuff it out."
"My pleas for forgiveness and sanctuary fall on deaf ears, so long as the devil's minions scream in his mind and hold sway with their charms, though I personally find you boorish, Domai," the fallen whispered to himself. Podjroot would not enter a chapel or any holy ground. The demon held too much power over him, or at least, the boy didn't care enough to endure his screeching. It caused the seraph a great deal of sadness as he was the original guardian, and had failed to guide and protect him against such influences.
When the fireball flew out over the class, Logra's eyes caught sight of it out of their peripheral, and he quickly turned, startled. If it were Domai here, there may have been a more aggressive reaction; if Podjroot, none at all. The Seraph was not quick to do battle, unlike his room mate's, and after finding it harmless, simply stood back to watch and listen. With the one boy yelling and the other snarling, this very well could turn a bit nasty.
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