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Post by Gai on Feb 19, 2004 10:53:12 GMT -5
(. . . you just totally killed the mood i just set you idiot. wat do u think you're doin'? It was perfect and then you ruin it!!!)
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Post by FlamingMoogles on Feb 19, 2004 17:07:22 GMT -5
((he didnt ruin it Gai...you only set the mood for your character...you don't have control over other people's moods. Plus everyone in here goes against the mood usually if you noticed....))
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Post by Gai on Feb 20, 2004 16:46:16 GMT -5
(. . .I hate you. . . nay, k w/e you say. I'll go with the flow of things for rite now I guess.)
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Post by FlamingMoogles on Feb 20, 2004 17:24:54 GMT -5
((lol im not saying to go with the flow. go against it by all means. i was just saying that when u set a mood...it doesnt spread to everyone))
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Post by Gen on Feb 20, 2004 21:12:44 GMT -5
"Well, I'm sure glad that you don't want no boring classes, Gai, because I have heard several times that the grammar and spelling parts of these lessons can cause students to become quite dreary. However, the rest of the students probably do not want to be taking a boring class, and so we are going to try to keep the mood light, and the environment educational, yet fun," Aran replied to the unruly student curtly. Double negatives, incorrect conjugations, and unexplained personal pronouns were her three biggest pet peeves. Of course, there were several others, all of which she planned to touch on during the duration of the class. There was no way she would just learn to live with people the way they were; she would change them to be the way she wanted!
She turned away from the boy and faced the entire class. She was about to get them all to settle down and start paying attention when a glint of metal caught her eye, and she saw a very angry looking man with harsh features sitting behind a girl who was moaning, with her elbow in a small puddle of blood and even more on the floor.
Anger flashed through the woman's eyes as she raised her hand and, using powerful magiks beyond any of the student's capabilities, she silently summoned the gun to come to her hand, which it did immediately. The students who saw this act quickly quieted down and sat up unnaturally straight. A deep frown pulled at Aran's facial features and she raised her voice above the voice level of the students. Either they were frightened or hoping that she would teach them how to do that. Neither was what she wanted.
"We absolutely do NOT under any circumstances intentionally hurt others during this class, is that clear?!" the words were spoken with such a great force and magical inflection behind them that the gun she was holding in her hands began to glow with an eerie red tinge, and the fire was almost visible in her eyes. She glared ferociously at the being for a minute, before closing her eyes and telling herself that she was in a peaceful classroom environment and that several of the students were, or soon would be looking up to her for guidance and as a role model figure. She lessened her grip on the gun and re-opened her eyes, which now had a much softer look to them. Crossing over to the desk in the corner of the room, she caught Rayan's eye and threw him a glance trying to encourage him to back her up on this point. She placed the gun down on the desk, taking special care to keep the tip pointing away from everybody there.
"Now, Rayan," she said in the sweetest voice she could muster up, "don't you think that's a bit of a broad question to start off with? All of you are correct. There are many aspects of role playing which could be considered the most important, and unless Rayan is thinking of something incredibly specific which I am leaving out, then you all have just earned a brownie point for answering . . . no matter just how violent that answer may have been. Some of you, however, we have not yet heard from. I would like everybody here to answer the question as it would apply to them."
Rayan . . . stop staring at me and teach, dammit . . . I'm not even that great of an eye candy.
She saw Matt sleeping peacefully on one of the desks and breathed a soft sigh of relief. She had missed the display of testosterone superiority seconds before; as she was too busy reprimanding the violent students, but she knew that Rayan wouldn't dare try to pull anything with her boyfriend there. No, his weapons would be no match for Matt's gunblade.
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Post by FlamingMoogles on Feb 20, 2004 23:10:27 GMT -5
((mehehehe thats right!....ill post later...))
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Post by Triunis on Feb 21, 2004 0:57:20 GMT -5
Mahandronis was, against his character, not angry but laughing quietly. He looked up at his teacher, a cold smile on his face.
[glow=silver,2,300]"So, the only response for the violent is to forcefully pascify them? Most excellent. If you insist, I'll leave them alone when we're in school. However . . . "[/glow]
He extended his metallic fist and opened it, palm upward. Little sparks snapped out around it.
[glow=silver,2,300]" . . . I would like my gun back."[/glow]
The relic did not add that not all of his weapons could be taken away for the sole purpose that this creature looked dangerous. He didn't want to endanger himself this early in his new life. He'd leave the complete obliteration of all life to the Everlasting, the Ritual, and the Lonærtheratu; it wasn't his problem at this point.
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Post by Araxis on Feb 21, 2004 15:31:05 GMT -5
Cethyn did not have a word for role-playing. The concept of the nature of the meaning of the word did not exist in his mind. He was unaware of what role-playing was; no Cython but the Overseer had individual, imaginative thoughts. The fact that now Cethyn was the Overseer did not grant him insight into individual thoughts, either, simply because before now, he'd never had them, nor understood them. His ken could not even begin to envelope the thought of pretending to be something that he wasn't. Therefore, Cethyn petted the pulsating white larva squirming on the desk in front of him and asked, "What do you mean by that question?" in his translator's terrible annoying cliche-robotic monotone.
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Longshanks, leaning lightly against his desk since he didn't fit in it, scratched his beard with his other hand. His arched eyebrow was hidden be the shock of chestnut hair that shadowed his face. He knew what role-playing was, and he'd engaged in it as a child on Arcadia, playing the simple game "Orions and Cython" when naught but a hatchling, and later playing more complicated games closer akin to the swords and sorcery game " Dungeons and Dragons " from the humans' homeplanet Sol III.
"The point of roleplaying . . ." he mused quietly to himself, stroking his chin intellectually. "Hmmm. That is the question, is it not? Well, the point of roleplaying is . . . being that which you cannot be, doing that which you cannot do. Engaging in the pursuit of character development and plot structuring to create a story of epic deeds, grand love, and the ultimate defeat of vile foes. Questioning the ethics and moral concepts that you hold dearly as you plumb the depths of your imagination for situations that rock the foundations of your beliefs. These are all important aspects, but I think perhaps the most important is . . ." Here Longshanks mouth broke into a wide, toothy grin. "Have fun!" His wings shuddered slightly as he settled own to wait for the class to actually teach him something he didn't know yet.sha
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Post by FlamingMoogles on Feb 21, 2004 23:31:20 GMT -5
Matt woke up in all the commotion and looked around nonchalantly. His eyes stopped on Mahandronis. He lazily waved his hand as he talked.
"Hey...ugly...scary man? Just chill out I am sure you will get your gun back at the end of class. Why do you want it so much anyways? Someone on your hit list?"
His eyes then turned towards Rayan still staring at Aran. His eye twitched again and he stood up angrily.
"RAYAN CAN YOU PLEASE STOP THAT!!!!"
He then sat back down and turned his attention towards Aran who was teaching.
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Post by Firehawk on Feb 22, 2004 0:51:48 GMT -5
"... these people are all mad in some way..." Firehawk still sat silently, knowing that the answers that had been given were better than anything he could have come up with. He would sit, pay attention (so long as he found out something new) and afterwards resume his long journey to finally return home. Until then, this was a good breather from it. He sat back in his seat, watching for any important information.
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DoubleX
Warrior
Charlie Foxtrot
First I giveth, then I taketh away...
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Post by DoubleX on Feb 22, 2004 11:53:15 GMT -5
"Holy shiznit man, this class is wack! Darius pulled out his CD player and began to listen to some Meshuggah. He got up and grabbed a hallpass, waving at the teacher as he walked out the door...
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Post by Taylor on Feb 22, 2004 14:33:04 GMT -5
Taylor had sat up as if a bamboo stick had been shoved up the back of her dress. Her eyes, unintentionally dipped and viewed her nose. Next thing she remembered was attempting to conjure what she would answer if she was chosen to answer.
Rping...is what you...make it
*bonk* "zzzzzzzz"
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Post by KuraiGekkou on Feb 22, 2004 14:50:42 GMT -5
Kurai rushed into the classroom Slamming the door behind him as he placed his face near the door. Footsteps running past the door was heard outside. Kurai sighed in relief and slid to the floor. Suddenly he saw the people in the room. A quite scary looking lady standing as if the teacher. ... well which was the teacher. then a bunch of people he half recognized.
"eh? uhh.... umm Hi Taylor... Mattus-san the baka... Rayan...?" Kurai then got the hint it was a classroom and then stood up.
"UH!! OH!! Sorry im late Ms... ... Gen? is it?" Kurai then looked for an empty seat. "where should i sit? eh?"
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Post by FlamingMoogles on Feb 22, 2004 16:07:54 GMT -5
Matt waved Kurai over and pointed to the seat next to him. He smiled.
"Sit here! We can play pranks on people and stuff! OH and thats not Ms. Gen. That's Aran....now as for Rayan. We need to give him a hard time, because he sucks at teaching. Look at him! He's an idiot! And he keeps staring at Aran....thats the other and main reason we need to get him."
Matt then pulled out a sheet of paper and started drawing out all the ways that Rayan could die at his hands. So far he had a gullotine, his gunblade, chinese water torture, gouge out his eyes and put him next to a cliff, hanging, razorblades in his sandwich, and a half drawn Rayan falling off a waterfall with sharp rocks at the bottom.
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Sulvrin
Infantry
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When it comes to bullets, giving is definately better than recieving
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Post by Sulvrin on Feb 22, 2004 19:25:11 GMT -5
Where is the stupid class? Sulvrin thought as he walked down the locker lined halls of the school, looking for the class. I'm going to be late... At least I woun't have to sit through the whole thing! Finally, he saw the class. Too lazy to open the door, Sulvrin kicked it down and walked in. "Hi!..." He said, and then went and sat in an open back row seat.
After being in the class for five minutes, Sulvrin was extremely bored. He pulled out a fully loaded pistol. This class is still good for target practice! He thought. He then shot a piece of chalk right out of Rayan's hand. The bullet kept going and made a nive hole in the wall too. He then pointed the gun at one of the teacher's head.
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