Osuka
Primarch of Terra'Avenia
Ivan Timurovich
Location: Mago Ex-Diem Caster Class, Mr. Khonsu
Time: 1415hrs
Well, after his bit of a tirade through his room, having gone to the trade islands to at least get his rings marked, and having returned to his room to clean up his mess, Ivan decided that, for now, absolutely nothing could be done about the stupid flashlight that had been stolen from him. Sure, he didn't like the damn thing - he literally was a flashlight of sorts, but it was something he was supposed to keep an eye on. How the hell was he to know that Warp Sprites existed? This blunder was on the school entirely, considering they hadn't been warned about such a thing beforehand, so really, it was almost a service that he would be trying to figure out how to kill the damn pests for them regardless if they saw it in such a way. Still, the nerve of some to believe that he had willingly allowed those stupid creatures to take something of his was infuriating, and by the time he got to Mr. Khonsu's class, he found himself too irritated to initially notice the man. Instead, he slung his messenger bag over the back of his chair and firmly sat himself in the front row of the class.
To be clear, it wasn't any sort of "Astute Student" kind of trait. It wouldn't have mattered if he sat in the front or the back of the class- he would've paid attention, but rather, it was the closest seat he could find to firmly plant himself in. Also, he found it was all too easy to find the classroom seeing as it was literally the one that was blasting some sort of Pop music, and aside from who appeared to be a man all about his little dance session, he didn't see a teacher around...
Unless the man was in fact the teacher.
"Ah, blyat," he thought to himself as he watched the man prancing around. "Ten credits say I fail class."
To say that the man was stupidly attractive was a gross insult, and honestly, called for being slapped across the face. The man had a, most undeniably, dangerous sort of exotic look to him, and did he ever seem to like flaunting it. Crimson horns that seem to slip to pink gradually sprouted from snow white hair that was obviously styled to be pulled into a ponytail. Those same locks that hung in front of his face framed a slender visage. Honey golden eyes swam in a sea of black cornea, and along with the bangs, what looked to either be a tattoo or very thin scales also worked to draw attention to his jawline. Mr. Khonsu apparently enjoyed a more stylized kimono-like top, though the stylizing...
Well, Ivan was the very conservative type. His uniform was clean, crisp, and tightly worn. His tie was impeccable, buttons weren't undone in any sort of way, shoes shined, the creases apparent and sharp, and his Navitas rings polished. Mr. Khonsu's attire exposed the sternum and collarbones of his chest, with armor plating layered on his right arm upon the space between his tricep and bicep. The left hand had some sort of half-sleeve that met the cuff of the kimono's left sleeve's cuff, and... Well, his pants were utterly ridiculous and drew way too much goddamn attention!! Really, now, how was Ivan NOT supposed to pay attention to such distracting features of the feminine male physique when it was literally wiggling and twerking in front of them?!
No, this had to be the wrong class. His sheet was wrong, the school made an error, and he immediately came to the conclusion that this had to be some kind of class that he wasn't supposed to be in, like Magum Vitae since the man seemed so lively and apparently had two pets he could keep with him. So with that, Ivan grabbed his bag, and with embarrassment, immediately began to make his way to the door....
Just so long as the skimpy-clad teacher kept distracted with his little jig, he would be okay....
(Now let's see if he succeeds or fails. xD)
Deathkitten
Nyara Innistra:
Location: Magum Spiritus Caster Class, Ms. Sylvia
Time: 1415hrs
She didn't get to shoot, she got a weird sticker wrapped around the right leg of her Glasses that were issued as an Arcane Focus, and all she wanted was to feel at least somewhat at home, which, spoiler alert: she still didn't feel that way, even after the Principal's speech and everything that happened today so far. It was only 1415hrs, and it was already a hustle and bustle of a day. With recounting everything that had been going on, one would be sympathetic to the fact that Nyara was nearly screeching in terror as she had literally bumped into a random Snow Leopard that decided it was going to block her way and make a faux threatening noise. Nyara was across the other side of the hall and on her rear with her knees up and tight together before it seemed content with the reaction, in which she watched it seat itself and look around as if she no longer existed.
She was going to end up pulling her hair out in frustration by the end of the day.
Absolutely mortified from the chuckles, giggles, and jeers that had come to her attention from her scare, Nyara quickly shot herself onto her feet, gathered her things, and all but stomped into the room. "This is your home now," they said. "We're your family," they proclaimed! Well it didn't seem very polite for family to scare the living bejeezus out of you in front of everyone for their sick little games!!! She couldn't pull herself from her thoughts even with the scenery around her, and all she wanted to do was disappear. So given the structure of the classroom at the moment, that being a crap-ton of desks crammed into a semi-circle, the best and most obvious strategy was to take the middle seat. Considering the fact that everyone's positions would ensure that their focus was in the middle of the room and not in the middle of the semi-circle line, it would be easiest to disappear here, and just because she was feeling a bit more embarrassed than usual and was really driving home the "I-Want-To-Disappear-Because-Your-Cat-Is-A-Jerk" point, her immediate action was to drag the middle seat two feet back. That way, the only people who would be paying any attention to her out of their peripheral vision would be the literal two to four students that sat at either end. That being done, the first thing she did was sit and bury her face into the open space that was created when she laid her arms parallel to each other across the table.
First day of actual school was going terribly, and she wasn't going to be writing home about it anytime soon - or at least, she wasn't going to be telling her dad the truth. Last thing she needed was him worrying.
Location: Mago Ex-Diem Caster Class, Mr. Khonsu
Time: 1415hrs
Well, after his bit of a tirade through his room, having gone to the trade islands to at least get his rings marked, and having returned to his room to clean up his mess, Ivan decided that, for now, absolutely nothing could be done about the stupid flashlight that had been stolen from him. Sure, he didn't like the damn thing - he literally was a flashlight of sorts, but it was something he was supposed to keep an eye on. How the hell was he to know that Warp Sprites existed? This blunder was on the school entirely, considering they hadn't been warned about such a thing beforehand, so really, it was almost a service that he would be trying to figure out how to kill the damn pests for them regardless if they saw it in such a way. Still, the nerve of some to believe that he had willingly allowed those stupid creatures to take something of his was infuriating, and by the time he got to Mr. Khonsu's class, he found himself too irritated to initially notice the man. Instead, he slung his messenger bag over the back of his chair and firmly sat himself in the front row of the class.
To be clear, it wasn't any sort of "Astute Student" kind of trait. It wouldn't have mattered if he sat in the front or the back of the class- he would've paid attention, but rather, it was the closest seat he could find to firmly plant himself in. Also, he found it was all too easy to find the classroom seeing as it was literally the one that was blasting some sort of Pop music, and aside from who appeared to be a man all about his little dance session, he didn't see a teacher around...
Unless the man was in fact the teacher.
"Ah, blyat," he thought to himself as he watched the man prancing around. "Ten credits say I fail class."
To say that the man was stupidly attractive was a gross insult, and honestly, called for being slapped across the face. The man had a, most undeniably, dangerous sort of exotic look to him, and did he ever seem to like flaunting it. Crimson horns that seem to slip to pink gradually sprouted from snow white hair that was obviously styled to be pulled into a ponytail. Those same locks that hung in front of his face framed a slender visage. Honey golden eyes swam in a sea of black cornea, and along with the bangs, what looked to either be a tattoo or very thin scales also worked to draw attention to his jawline. Mr. Khonsu apparently enjoyed a more stylized kimono-like top, though the stylizing...
Well, Ivan was the very conservative type. His uniform was clean, crisp, and tightly worn. His tie was impeccable, buttons weren't undone in any sort of way, shoes shined, the creases apparent and sharp, and his Navitas rings polished. Mr. Khonsu's attire exposed the sternum and collarbones of his chest, with armor plating layered on his right arm upon the space between his tricep and bicep. The left hand had some sort of half-sleeve that met the cuff of the kimono's left sleeve's cuff, and... Well, his pants were utterly ridiculous and drew way too much goddamn attention!! Really, now, how was Ivan NOT supposed to pay attention to such distracting features of the feminine male physique when it was literally wiggling and twerking in front of them?!
No, this had to be the wrong class. His sheet was wrong, the school made an error, and he immediately came to the conclusion that this had to be some kind of class that he wasn't supposed to be in, like Magum Vitae since the man seemed so lively and apparently had two pets he could keep with him. So with that, Ivan grabbed his bag, and with embarrassment, immediately began to make his way to the door....
Just so long as the skimpy-clad teacher kept distracted with his little jig, he would be okay....
(Now let's see if he succeeds or fails. xD)
Deathkitten
Nyara Innistra:
Location: Magum Spiritus Caster Class, Ms. Sylvia
Time: 1415hrs
She didn't get to shoot, she got a weird sticker wrapped around the right leg of her Glasses that were issued as an Arcane Focus, and all she wanted was to feel at least somewhat at home, which, spoiler alert: she still didn't feel that way, even after the Principal's speech and everything that happened today so far. It was only 1415hrs, and it was already a hustle and bustle of a day. With recounting everything that had been going on, one would be sympathetic to the fact that Nyara was nearly screeching in terror as she had literally bumped into a random Snow Leopard that decided it was going to block her way and make a faux threatening noise. Nyara was across the other side of the hall and on her rear with her knees up and tight together before it seemed content with the reaction, in which she watched it seat itself and look around as if she no longer existed.
She was going to end up pulling her hair out in frustration by the end of the day.
Absolutely mortified from the chuckles, giggles, and jeers that had come to her attention from her scare, Nyara quickly shot herself onto her feet, gathered her things, and all but stomped into the room. "This is your home now," they said. "We're your family," they proclaimed! Well it didn't seem very polite for family to scare the living bejeezus out of you in front of everyone for their sick little games!!! She couldn't pull herself from her thoughts even with the scenery around her, and all she wanted to do was disappear. So given the structure of the classroom at the moment, that being a crap-ton of desks crammed into a semi-circle, the best and most obvious strategy was to take the middle seat. Considering the fact that everyone's positions would ensure that their focus was in the middle of the room and not in the middle of the semi-circle line, it would be easiest to disappear here, and just because she was feeling a bit more embarrassed than usual and was really driving home the "I-Want-To-Disappear-Because-Your-Cat-Is-A-Jerk" point, her immediate action was to drag the middle seat two feet back. That way, the only people who would be paying any attention to her out of their peripheral vision would be the literal two to four students that sat at either end. That being done, the first thing she did was sit and bury her face into the open space that was created when she laid her arms parallel to each other across the table.
First day of actual school was going terribly, and she wasn't going to be writing home about it anytime soon - or at least, she wasn't going to be telling her dad the truth. Last thing she needed was him worrying.
