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xxxxxxxxxxAnother bell rings, another morning starts at True Cross Academy, the school for students training to hunt demons. Today, our group of twelve will be starting the day off with John Smith's class - the study of demons. Their teacher has a few things in store for his students today, mainly revolving around them summoning their own demons, studying them, before he gets his chance to show off his two companions for the class to observe and take note of. Although... things may get a little messy, considering it is the infamous John Smith, but then again, it's John Smith we're talking about. He usually has his class under control. Usually.
The man was sitting in his chair, behind the desk his two, dark boots settled to rest on while he reclined back comfortably. Students began to file through the open door, taking a seat wherever, seeing how John didn't care much for seating as long as everyone behaved well enough. The classroom might have vaguely smelled of smoke since he was smoking only a few minutes before another teacher walked by. Now, he was 'reading' a book that was placed right over his face. Was he... sleeping?
Well, after a few students peered at the giant stacks of paper on his desk, they passed it off as the one-eyed man simply catching up on lost rest from the night before. In reality, he was awake, but their notions were right- god was paperwork a pain...
βββββββββββββββββββββRhea was already in the classroom by the
β xxxxxxDΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κβ¦ #151B8Dxxxxxxβtime their teacher was. She made no
β xxxxxxTΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β§ #1589FFxxx-xxxβattempt to 'wake' him from his sleep,
βββββββββββββββββββββsince she didn't really care. She actually had plans to leave before anyone could find her, specifically a teacher. Besides, she often skipped out on class anyways. The only reason she was there was because of the class subject and who was teaching the class. Mr. Smith was generally a friendly guy, and very lenient and casual with his students. Plus, he taught things about demons, which she knew she'd have to learn about one day or the other. It'd probably be important, seeing how she had no interest in being killed this year or the next.
She sat basically in the center of the class, pretty much occupying herself with checking her nails and yawning. Why did the class have to start so early in the morning...? Maybe if school started in the evening, she wouldn't mind as much, but this was...
Rhea sighed and hung her head. "Maybe I should just go back and get some sleep like he is..." she murmured to herself upon seeing their own teacher looking like he had a hangover and made an attempt at coming to teach. She sighed again at her own thoughts, letting her head rest on the desk as she continued to debate with herself if she should leave, glancing over at the door every once and a while. Once the class started, it'd be impossible to get out unnoticed.
βββββββββββββββββββββHaru was sitting towards the back corner
β xxxxxxDΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κβ¦ #417C64----xxxxβof the classroom, practically the most
β xxxxxxTΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β§ #78C7C7xx--xxxβloneliest place to sit amidst a nearly
βββββββββββββββββββββempty classroom. In his hands, he was clutching his book full of verses and everything, despite the class primarily being aimed at towards tamers. He knew he could still gain some knowledge out of it, learning about the types of demons, what each was capable of, any weak points, and so on. Even if he didn't learn anything new, he knew he wouldn't have the guts to skip out on class like the a few others could.
What use would that book of his be in such a class? None. It'd be of no help, but for some reason, as long as he held it, he felt a bit safer. Those rumors of demons suddenly popping up out of no where creeped him out... he didn't want to be useless if that were to happen in their class (though even if it did, Haru's memorized all of his lines but always feels too unconfident in his amount of skill).
He didn't even seem to be able to make eye contact with any of the other students walked in the door. He didn't care much if anyone didn't sit next to him or did - he was feeling far to fidgety as usual. Did he bring everything he needed? Did he forget anything back at the dorms? Of course not, he was just overthinking things, as usual.
βββββββββββββββββββββNiko, similar to Haru, was in the back,
β ---DΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κβ¦ Black w/ Bold--------βhiding in the corner seat though that
β xxxxxxTΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β§ #657383------xxxβshouldn't have
βββββββββββββββββββββcome off as a surprise to anyone who knew that he was a mute. Because he was so silent, he didn't feel the need or want to take any seats towards the front. What use would that be for a kid who could'd communicate with the teacher? It didn't really matter though, Niko had hardly any questions whenever a class was over anyways.
For a long while, he just stared at their teacher. 'How did a goofy guy like him even get this job...?' he thought to himself, and then lowered his eyes beneath his desk where his hands were, covered by those black gloves, as usual. His thumb stroked the palm of his hand, feeling the giant scar beneath the thin fabric. For a second, it almost brought the boy back to those times where there was blood and and pain and-
...He snapped out of it, frowning and cringing uncomfortably. 'I have to focus on class...' Now, he was a doctor for a team of twelve, and class would be starting soon. He didn't want to miss out on learning anything important, and missing out meant knowing less. Knowing less meant probable failure on his part, and he couldn't have that.
Still... when was their teacher going to wake up exactly?
The man was sitting in his chair, behind the desk his two, dark boots settled to rest on while he reclined back comfortably. Students began to file through the open door, taking a seat wherever, seeing how John didn't care much for seating as long as everyone behaved well enough. The classroom might have vaguely smelled of smoke since he was smoking only a few minutes before another teacher walked by. Now, he was 'reading' a book that was placed right over his face. Was he... sleeping?
Well, after a few students peered at the giant stacks of paper on his desk, they passed it off as the one-eyed man simply catching up on lost rest from the night before. In reality, he was awake, but their notions were right- god was paperwork a pain...
βββββββββββββββββββββRhea was already in the classroom by the
β xxxxxxDΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κβ¦ #151B8Dxxxxxxβtime their teacher was. She made no
β xxxxxxTΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β§ #1589FFxxx-xxxβattempt to 'wake' him from his sleep,
βββββββββββββββββββββsince she didn't really care. She actually had plans to leave before anyone could find her, specifically a teacher. Besides, she often skipped out on class anyways. The only reason she was there was because of the class subject and who was teaching the class. Mr. Smith was generally a friendly guy, and very lenient and casual with his students. Plus, he taught things about demons, which she knew she'd have to learn about one day or the other. It'd probably be important, seeing how she had no interest in being killed this year or the next.
She sat basically in the center of the class, pretty much occupying herself with checking her nails and yawning. Why did the class have to start so early in the morning...? Maybe if school started in the evening, she wouldn't mind as much, but this was...
Rhea sighed and hung her head. "Maybe I should just go back and get some sleep like he is..." she murmured to herself upon seeing their own teacher looking like he had a hangover and made an attempt at coming to teach. She sighed again at her own thoughts, letting her head rest on the desk as she continued to debate with herself if she should leave, glancing over at the door every once and a while. Once the class started, it'd be impossible to get out unnoticed.
βββββββββββββββββββββHaru was sitting towards the back corner
β xxxxxxDΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κβ¦ #417C64----xxxxβof the classroom, practically the most
β xxxxxxTΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β§ #78C7C7xx--xxxβloneliest place to sit amidst a nearly
βββββββββββββββββββββempty classroom. In his hands, he was clutching his book full of verses and everything, despite the class primarily being aimed at towards tamers. He knew he could still gain some knowledge out of it, learning about the types of demons, what each was capable of, any weak points, and so on. Even if he didn't learn anything new, he knew he wouldn't have the guts to skip out on class like the a few others could.
What use would that book of his be in such a class? None. It'd be of no help, but for some reason, as long as he held it, he felt a bit safer. Those rumors of demons suddenly popping up out of no where creeped him out... he didn't want to be useless if that were to happen in their class (though even if it did, Haru's memorized all of his lines but always feels too unconfident in his amount of skill).
He didn't even seem to be able to make eye contact with any of the other students walked in the door. He didn't care much if anyone didn't sit next to him or did - he was feeling far to fidgety as usual. Did he bring everything he needed? Did he forget anything back at the dorms? Of course not, he was just overthinking things, as usual.
βββββββββββββββββββββNiko, similar to Haru, was in the back,
β ---DΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κβ¦ Black w/ Bold--------βhiding in the corner seat though that
β xxxxxxTΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β§ #657383------xxxβshouldn't have
βββββββββββββββββββββcome off as a surprise to anyone who knew that he was a mute. Because he was so silent, he didn't feel the need or want to take any seats towards the front. What use would that be for a kid who could'd communicate with the teacher? It didn't really matter though, Niko had hardly any questions whenever a class was over anyways.
For a long while, he just stared at their teacher. 'How did a goofy guy like him even get this job...?' he thought to himself, and then lowered his eyes beneath his desk where his hands were, covered by those black gloves, as usual. His thumb stroked the palm of his hand, feeling the giant scar beneath the thin fabric. For a second, it almost brought the boy back to those times where there was blood and and pain and-
...He snapped out of it, frowning and cringing uncomfortably. 'I have to focus on class...' Now, he was a doctor for a team of twelve, and class would be starting soon. He didn't want to miss out on learning anything important, and missing out meant knowing less. Knowing less meant probable failure on his part, and he couldn't have that.
Still... when was their teacher going to wake up exactly?