Kal
Madam Stabby-Stab
The Semester Begins Soon...
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Northridge Academy of Noran
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Kal
Madam Stabby-Stab
TRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!
The bell rang obnoxiously all throughout. Corrian snapped up from the grassy lawn with one quick motion, jumping up from crossed legs to her feet. She fell in line behind a few slow seniors, affected by none other than 'senioritis'. "Hey lazy bums! Move it!" she light-heartedly teased. Two of the four seniors in front of her turned, confused, wondering if they were being addressed. This change in pace destroyed the wall line-up they had going, and Corrian gunned through the opening. She had a wild, toothy grin on her face, because today would be the day, the day Corrian had been waiting for since she arrived at Northridge.
The day her regiment went out onto the field.
But first, classes. This didn't break her spirit. Nope, Corrian made it to class, giddy and just full of contagious energy.
"Corrian, please. Take it down a notch or two, alright?" the first class instructor, Mr. Tibbles, pleaded with the girl as she entered the third story classroom and took seat by the window, "You're gonna distract everyone."
"Whaaat? I haven't done anything," she said with a playful, 'hurt' pout. She wasn't one to take much personally.
Mr. Tibbles sighed. Hard enough keeping a class full of juniors focused on regiment day. It was true she hadn't done anything, and she wouldn't either. It was, rather, Corrian's bursting enthusiasm that was just going to infect everyone else. It was a lost cause.
The bell rang obnoxiously all throughout. Corrian snapped up from the grassy lawn with one quick motion, jumping up from crossed legs to her feet. She fell in line behind a few slow seniors, affected by none other than 'senioritis'. "Hey lazy bums! Move it!" she light-heartedly teased. Two of the four seniors in front of her turned, confused, wondering if they were being addressed. This change in pace destroyed the wall line-up they had going, and Corrian gunned through the opening. She had a wild, toothy grin on her face, because today would be the day, the day Corrian had been waiting for since she arrived at Northridge.
The day her regiment went out onto the field.
But first, classes. This didn't break her spirit. Nope, Corrian made it to class, giddy and just full of contagious energy.
"Corrian, please. Take it down a notch or two, alright?" the first class instructor, Mr. Tibbles, pleaded with the girl as she entered the third story classroom and took seat by the window, "You're gonna distract everyone."
"Whaaat? I haven't done anything," she said with a playful, 'hurt' pout. She wasn't one to take much personally.
Mr. Tibbles sighed. Hard enough keeping a class full of juniors focused on regiment day. It was true she hadn't done anything, and she wouldn't either. It was, rather, Corrian's bursting enthusiasm that was just going to infect everyone else. It was a lost cause.
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While Corrian was bursting through self made holes in the walls that were seinors, Derek was having no such luck, without the courage to try something like she did, he was forced into slowly following everyone, yawning in the process, he had stayed up late last night going over his gear, his rifle wasn't fancy but he kept good care of it. It would serve him well if he had to use it...he hoped he didn't.
Getting into class on time, he takes his seat in front of Corrian, and her energy forces a grin on his face besides himself. "You look excited Corri, I wonder why?"
Getting into class on time, he takes his seat in front of Corrian, and her energy forces a grin on his face besides himself. "You look excited Corri, I wonder why?"
Kal
Madam Stabby-Stab
TRRRRRIIIINNNGG!
The late bell rang out loud just as Derek sat down in front of Corrian.
"You look excited Corri, I wonder why?"
"You really have to ask?" she grinned right back. "I bet your rifle is in tiptop shape for later today."
Mr. Tibbles was gathering his materials up at the front podium, straightening papers and looking over his notes one more time. It wasn't just Corrian or Derek who were talking, the entire class seemed to have something to say to one another.
The late bell rang out loud just as Derek sat down in front of Corrian.
"You look excited Corri, I wonder why?"
"You really have to ask?" she grinned right back. "I bet your rifle is in tiptop shape for later today."
Mr. Tibbles was gathering his materials up at the front podium, straightening papers and looking over his notes one more time. It wasn't just Corrian or Derek who were talking, the entire class seemed to have something to say to one another.
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"I bet your rifle is in tiptop shape for later today."
Derek nods, grinning. "You know it." and while he's not quite as jump up and down excited, he's still curious as to see what'll happen. "Hoenstlly I hope we DON'T run into something...if we have to save lives on our first day...that's a lot of pressure you know?" He looks back to the teacher. "What do you think he'll go over today? It has to be different...right?"
Derek nods, grinning. "You know it." and while he's not quite as jump up and down excited, he's still curious as to see what'll happen. "Hoenstlly I hope we DON'T run into something...if we have to save lives on our first day...that's a lot of pressure you know?" He looks back to the teacher. "What do you think he'll go over today? It has to be different...right?"
Kal
Madam Stabby-Stab
"Bark, come on," Corrian said with an easy grin and a gentle squeeze to her worried friend's shoulder, "Our reg captain's gonna be there, and so are the two senior assistants. There's nothing we'll run into that they can't take care of," she finished confidently.
She followed Derek's gaze to the teach, scrambling to organize his material and looking a little flustered.
"Pretty sure it has to be different. I'm thinking he'll go over the beasts that our regs' will probably encounter," Corrian ventured a guess.
She followed Derek's gaze to the teach, scrambling to organize his material and looking a little flustered.
"Pretty sure it has to be different. I'm thinking he'll go over the beasts that our regs' will probably encounter," Corrian ventured a guess.
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Derek nods, understanding flowing through him. He still feels a bit shakey. It seems to him that he's really the only person who knows that things could go wrong so so easily. Shaking his head to clear his thought he smiles, softly and a bit nervous, but a smile nonetheless. "Well...we're here to learn. Here's hoping things go smoothly." He figures he might as well change the topic. "How about you? Your gear all ready to go?"
Kal
Madam Stabby-Stab
Corrian nodded, "Yup! Drill-Sargent-approved and everything," What Corrain meant by that was that it was after being yelled at and given extra push-ups by said Drill Sargent that her gear had gotten into tip-top shape.
"Alright guys. Guys? I know in a few hours you'll get your first taste of the field, but can we please pay attention for the time being?" Mr. Tibbles caught the classes' collective attention, or at least, he attempted to. The kids were a'buzzin'. At least he could count on the ones like Derek Bark to focus in, even if the others didn't. They were the more cautious ones, the careful listeners, always prepared, always observing. Mr. Tibbles thanked whichever of Corrian's lucky stars that she'd gotten Bark in her regiment. It was probably purposefully done that way, if Mr. Tibbles was anyone to guess. He wasn't part of the choosing council, but they never chose regiments at random. For that same reason, it was probably why Corrian's other two friends had been put in different regiments each. There wasn't anything wrong with the gung-ho, let's-go-slay-a-monster attitude that she, Marcus, and Wall shared. But it was that attitude that could lead to a quick death for the inexperienced in the field. Which was where someone like Derek, Kol, or Alturn were looked to to balance that sort of personality out.
Prescea keep them safe, Mr. Tibbles found himself thinking. Clearing his throat, he attempted to conduct his class, "As several of you are going into the West Deserts, I'll start with the most common beasts you'll encounter there. Turn to page one-seventy-one..."
"Alright guys. Guys? I know in a few hours you'll get your first taste of the field, but can we please pay attention for the time being?" Mr. Tibbles caught the classes' collective attention, or at least, he attempted to. The kids were a'buzzin'. At least he could count on the ones like Derek Bark to focus in, even if the others didn't. They were the more cautious ones, the careful listeners, always prepared, always observing. Mr. Tibbles thanked whichever of Corrian's lucky stars that she'd gotten Bark in her regiment. It was probably purposefully done that way, if Mr. Tibbles was anyone to guess. He wasn't part of the choosing council, but they never chose regiments at random. For that same reason, it was probably why Corrian's other two friends had been put in different regiments each. There wasn't anything wrong with the gung-ho, let's-go-slay-a-monster attitude that she, Marcus, and Wall shared. But it was that attitude that could lead to a quick death for the inexperienced in the field. Which was where someone like Derek, Kol, or Alturn were looked to to balance that sort of personality out.
Prescea keep them safe, Mr. Tibbles found himself thinking. Clearing his throat, he attempted to conduct his class, "As several of you are going into the West Deserts, I'll start with the most common beasts you'll encounter there. Turn to page one-seventy-one..."
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Mr Tibbles continues: Going on and on about the different types of creatures, from the common sand worm to the rare and incredibly dangerous Dune Troll. It's all the same old things Derek's been studying about for weeks now in preparation for this. He's hardly going into this unprepared...however, he still feels worried. a gut feeling that...Something could go wrong. He's not sure what...but...something.
As Tibbles continues his speech, Derek starts sketching the monsters as he goes through the list of creatures. Although it wouldn't seem like it Derek's quite the artist when it comes to rough sketches of beats he's heard of. They might not ve accurate, but it's based on what he hears from the teachers. He's never showed anyone them, although he has a sneaking suspicion Corrian had a tendancy to catch a glimpse every now and again.
Getting back to his sketch, he finishes the wing of the Sand Drake, while they exsisted anything more then a short glide was impossible. That was something that puzzled Derek to no end. Why have wings if they couldn't be used as much as they could? Sometimes he wonders what it would be like to fly, but mostly he just laughs it off, thinking he'd just fail terribly.
As the day passes, he falls into his comfortable routine of information from the teacher, putting down notes and trying to stay on top things. There was a lot of information, and since it could mean life or death he tries to know as much as he can, and stay by the books as much as he can.
With lives at stake, you had to be careful
As Tibbles continues his speech, Derek starts sketching the monsters as he goes through the list of creatures. Although it wouldn't seem like it Derek's quite the artist when it comes to rough sketches of beats he's heard of. They might not ve accurate, but it's based on what he hears from the teachers. He's never showed anyone them, although he has a sneaking suspicion Corrian had a tendancy to catch a glimpse every now and again.
Getting back to his sketch, he finishes the wing of the Sand Drake, while they exsisted anything more then a short glide was impossible. That was something that puzzled Derek to no end. Why have wings if they couldn't be used as much as they could? Sometimes he wonders what it would be like to fly, but mostly he just laughs it off, thinking he'd just fail terribly.
As the day passes, he falls into his comfortable routine of information from the teacher, putting down notes and trying to stay on top things. There was a lot of information, and since it could mean life or death he tries to know as much as he can, and stay by the books as much as he can.
With lives at stake, you had to be careful
