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| Aurezeia | Mar 21 2014, 09:35 PM Post #1 |
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| Acharon | Apr 21 2014, 08:04 PM Post #11 |
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"Treasurer... Antoinette, was it?" He asked her, having a normal face with no reaction yet. |
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| Malcolm | Apr 21 2014, 08:16 PM Post #12 |
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[ooc: I was referring to Acharon, lol.] Malcolm was disappointed when the thing disappeared, he honestly wanted to kick it. Grumbling something about football, he then focused his attention back to the student. Taking the folder, he grunted and grumbled even more. The fact that there had to be a list just meant that there had to be a large number of students he'd have to deal with. He hoped there was a normal amount of students for the swim club. He had only decided to be the instructor because his sudden knowledge of military training had allowed him to become so. As much as possible, he would have had preferred being the teacher for Phys. Ed. But that would make him look like a pervert, wouldn't it? Taking the papers out of the folder, he leafed through it, leaning against the wall, analyzing each class and club, and each student and their power. The fact that all of the students here had powers amazed him, and brought the thought of a small hierarchy. He had imagined that the stronger-powered students would prey on the weaker. He grunted at the thought of that. It was natural of course, for the weak to be preyed upon. It was all but Natural Selection, if one would think about it. "Interesting. Interesting indeed. Well, thank you, Antoinette. Please proceed back to class.", he had instructed, his facial features still made him look angry, thought he wasn't at all. He was just so. Edited by Malcolm, Apr 21 2014, 08:18 PM.
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| Antoinette | Apr 21 2014, 08:22 PM Post #13 |
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[Ooc: I noticed. Sorry. I'm blind.] Antoinette nodded at Acharon. Well then, seems like the teachers know her. That was ironic. Antoinette looked up at the teachers and wondered, just what classes and subjects they were going to teach. She just hoped they weren't terror teachers that were going to force her into class. That would suck. She saw the teacher who seemed to only have a jacket on for a top, go through the papers she gave him. He seemed to have an awful mood, seeing as he wasn't all that happy. "Yes sir..." She said and closed the door of the staff room. Classes weren't even in session...well yet. |
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| Acharon | Apr 21 2014, 08:29 PM Post #14 |
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Acharon sighed as the Treasurer left. He then turned to the teacher and said, "Hey man, are you pissed or something?" He asked him, seeing Antoinette's reaction when she walked out. |
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| Malcolm | Apr 21 2014, 08:53 PM Post #15 |
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The man watched the red-head student leave and was slightly pleased when she closed the door behind her as she went. He hated people who did that. Well, he hated people in general. They always managed to piss him off one way or another. Why else would he be so mad all the time, even if he wasn't? It became amusing to Malcolm really, how anger had embedded itself into him quite literally. That the only emotion the man would seem to know was anger. The brown-haired teacher, Acharon, had proved this by his query. Walking over to Acharon, he placed the folder on the man's table, and grunted, guessing that the teacher would like to see the list as well. He walked over to his desk and sat down on the chair, rolling his neck, stretching until he felt a satisfying crack. Looking back at the man, his expression was unchanged. "You'd be surprised, but no. I get irritated easily, and constantly look pissed, but it's safe to say that there are times where I'm not pissed. I just look like it.", he explained, feigning a small smile to even prove so before going back to his angered look. "But yeah. Small things piss me off, irritate me, anger me, etcetera, etcetera.", he threw in, just to make sure that Acharon understood. |
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| Acharon | Apr 21 2014, 09:49 PM Post #16 |
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"Glad I summoned Marshmallow back..." He thought. "So Malcolm, what brings you to this school?" He changes the topic. |
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| Gilles | Apr 23 2014, 12:48 AM Post #17 |
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A silent creak. Guess this door is better than the one in Ruined... He entered the room quietly, after making sure that he was at the right place. He walked to where he believed was his seat and sat down without a word. He turned on the laptop, not wanting to disturb the duo's conversation. As the booted up, he looked it up - the Academy's map. He wasn't going to be of any use if he couldn't even get to his destination properly. |
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You don't get what all this is about, You're too wrapped up in your self doubt, You've got that young blood, set it free. | |
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| Eve | Apr 23 2014, 02:00 PM Post #18 |
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Eve had been aimlessly walking around the grounds, familiarizing herself with the new surroundings. It was at this time where her feet led her to the staff room. She wouldn't have bothered entering if it was empty like the other rooms but it wasn't, so she went inside. She looked around for a moment, taking in everything and everyone. "Salutations!" She greeted the group of unknown faces. |
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| Acharon | Apr 23 2014, 02:09 PM Post #19 |
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Acharon turned to where Eve was and Marshmallow appeared on his shoulder but in a smaller version, "Sup. Thanks for the job," He grinned afterwards as Marshmallow smiled.
Edited by Acharon, Apr 23 2014, 02:10 PM.
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| Malcolm | Apr 23 2014, 02:12 PM Post #20 |
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Malcolm grunted at Acharon's query. It was honestly a question that he wasn't comfortable answering because he had honestly forgotten why he was at the school in the first place. One second he was in the middle of some kind of ritual-circle ass-naked, surrounded by a bunch of pubescent teenagers, and the next second he'd stolen clothes and ran all the way to the academy. It was probably instinct that drove him there, he thought. Head to that one place where everything has a larger possibility to connect and all that. His eyebrows arched as he thought of a way to answer the question. "...A good and greatly profound opportunity of helping our beloved youth reach a good future.", he said through gritted teeth, not caring at all whether the lie was obvious or not. Being put on the spot like that had irritated him, as he closed his laptop soon after doing so. He needed to figure out what the hell was going on and why he felt as if there was more to the place than it seemed. Hearing a silent creak, he peered up to see another individual quietly shuffle down onto his seat. The way the man moved as if he wanted to be invisible put a bad taste in Malcolm's mouth. Either the man was trying to be polite or he was just a wimp. Malcolm gazed at the man. He was about to ask who the man was, and what class or club he was in charge of, when a woman had entered the room and greeted them all. She was the lade who gave him the job, if he recalled. She looked too young to be in charge of handling jobs, but it didn't matter anymore. He had already met a man with a mask and his thing. "And...who are you?", he grunted at the blue-haired man, leaning back and crossing his legs. Edited by Malcolm, Apr 23 2014, 02:13 PM.
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