Post by Theloria Shadecloak on Mar 1, 2019 2:30:02 GMT -5
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Oh, the first day of classes.
It would be a much more joyous occasion if it wasn’t for… y’know… all the death that caused them to come this early. Usually they wouldn’t come until the summer… but plans change when an airship crashes into the arctic ocean. The school had spent the last few months gearing up and recruiting new faculty and negotiating with schools in order for their senior classes to let out early in order to get the warm bodies they needed in order to function as a Huntsman Academy… warm bodies that were now waddling in looking anything except the next generation that was going to rise up and be the saviors of Mistral.
Some came in as if walking on eggshells, some came in with all the bravado and swagger in the world. Some walked in as if they were tip toeing, and some of them walked in with that classic ‘well, I’m a tough guy so I have to walk with my pelvis thrust forward’ type walk that she hated so much. Some came in, sat down, and immediately started talking to the person beside them and some people just kind of looked around like they were on some sort of alien planet on the back half of the Shattered Moon.
Some walked in very short, and some walked in very tall… actually a lot of them walked in very tall. What the fuck are they feeding kids these days, holy shit? There was a limit to how much milk and cereal could help someone grow and that was reached like an entire foot ago for some of these people. Some of these idiots even had visible scars, which was absolutely absurd at that stage in their lives and should be considered something tantamount to child abuse unless they discovered how to deal with aura very late for some reason. Only young and dumb idiots ever self trained to the point of actually hurting themselves badly enough to be scarred, or people with godawful teachers or parental figures.
What was even worse was that the vast majority of them just looked so damn young. Most of them weren’t even eighteen yet, with a lot of them just barely hitting the tender age of seventeen just before coming here. It was fucking sickening is what it was, absolutely fucking sickening. What was even more sickening was that it wasn’t done out of cruelty, but out of need.
These kids needed to be in fighting shape in a matter of months and not years as was typically granted to them. Today, they were going to introduce themselves and make jokes… and by the end of the summer they’d be sent off to some mission they weren’t prepared for and some would almost certainly die in the attempt. Seventeen year old kids sent off to war because there was nobody else. It made Shade sick to her stomach just thinking about it, but she had to at least pretend like this was a happy occasion and she was thrilled to see everyone there.
Each and every one of them had one thing going for them, though, insofar as they were brave. Every single one of them had passed through either rigorous testing or the combat school system to get here, and each one should know damn well what they were getting into and they came here anyway. That was brave as hell, braver than she was at their age and if nothing else… well…
She was going to be whoever she needed to be in order to make as many of these kids survive long enough to see the next school year. The hard part would start tomorrow, largely because she didn’t have the heart to actually go hard on them their first day. She had them for an hour in the morning before they were off to their other classes until a permanent home room teacher was picked out for them, so she was the main point of contact for all the dumb day one questions and stupid hypotheticals… at least for one day before the actual physical training started.
They were in the assigned homeroom the first day, a basic small scale auditorium classroom with a semi-circle of seats in multiple rows around an area that was big enough for individual sparring and demonstrations. There was no podium there, just a semi-circle desk that wasn’t quite tall enough for that purpose that she stood in front of pacing back and forth slowly and deliberately. There were several chalk boards behind the desk, and in big and bold letters the following was written:
Homeroom: Class 1
Instructor Shadecloak
The teacher was dressed professionally, some might say overly so for the first day. Black dress slacks, white dress shirt, and black sleeveless tuxedo jacket. No tie, though, those things were just really uncomfortable to wear, and she refused. She wasn’t required to dress up for this, but she felt like things would go easier in the future if she didn’t show up for the first day in front of a bunch of impressionable kids looking like some kind of hobo. A small smile adorned her features as she waved at each student who came in individually, turning her green eyes to them as they came into the classroom in turn. These would be the people she was going to be seeing every day for the foreseeable future, so it did her good to actually get to work trying to memorize faces right off the bat.
Once the seats were almost filled up, she checked the watch on her right wrist as her tail swayed back and forth once before deciding to just get on with it. There was no time like the present, after all, and dawdling in front of this group would ruin all the effort she put into looking presentable that morning.
”Hello students! Welcome to your first class at Haven! I’m going to be your homeroom teacher for at least the first part of the year, and this is the class that you’ll come to every morning for an hour before you start your day. The people on your left and right will be the people you will see every day from now on, and since I’ve read your student files and noticed that you come from a surprising amount of backgrounds and hometowns, I’ve decided it would be helpful to do introductions one by one.”
”I’m going to ask each of you to give your name, where you’re from, what one of your hobbies is, and a demonstration of your semblance alongside an explanation.” she paused for a moment, tone chipper as she fell into the mask of who she needed to be today. Excited, helpful, and approachable. The last thing she wanted was for the students to catch her anxiety, so she was extremely careful about hiding it.
”I guess I’ll start. I’m Instructor Shadecloak, and I come from a small island in Sanus to the west of Vale called Patch. I went to Signal Academy and then to Beacon to get my license as a Huntress and worked for a number of years before coming here to teach at Haven! As for hobbies, I really like animals so I end up being around the Mistral shelter a decent bit to make sure they’re all taken care of. For the semblance, I think it’d be best to show and then tell. One moment please.”
There was a pause, then, before for all intents and purposes their teacher had gone invisible. If they relied on sight or hearing to detect other people, they would hear and see nothing where the young woman was just a moment ago. A few moments later, the chair behind the semi-circular desk would start turning on its own and Shade would drop the visual and auditory cloak soon after with her in a seated position with her feet kicked up on the desk with a broad smile across her features.
”My semblance is Prowl, and it lets me sneak around pretty good. Can’t see and can’t hear me coming with it – so I’m sure you know what that means for your chances of cheating on tests in the future in my classes, yeah?” she joked, before pulling her feet down from the desk and getting up to walk over to where she was previously standing.
”We’ll start from the front left and make our way right and then start at the top of the next row in the same fashion until everyone gets to introduce themselves. You’re up.” she instructed, pointing to the student in the seat she was referring to. She would nod along and generally active listen as best she could the entire time each student was talking, because it benefitted everyone for each one of them to get over any public speaking hang ups that they possessed at least enough to function in this school environment, and she would absolutely do her best to help that transition along to make the students feel as comfortable speaking in her class as she could get them to be.
It would be a much more joyous occasion if it wasn’t for… y’know… all the death that caused them to come this early. Usually they wouldn’t come until the summer… but plans change when an airship crashes into the arctic ocean. The school had spent the last few months gearing up and recruiting new faculty and negotiating with schools in order for their senior classes to let out early in order to get the warm bodies they needed in order to function as a Huntsman Academy… warm bodies that were now waddling in looking anything except the next generation that was going to rise up and be the saviors of Mistral.
Some came in as if walking on eggshells, some came in with all the bravado and swagger in the world. Some walked in as if they were tip toeing, and some of them walked in with that classic ‘well, I’m a tough guy so I have to walk with my pelvis thrust forward’ type walk that she hated so much. Some came in, sat down, and immediately started talking to the person beside them and some people just kind of looked around like they were on some sort of alien planet on the back half of the Shattered Moon.
Some walked in very short, and some walked in very tall… actually a lot of them walked in very tall. What the fuck are they feeding kids these days, holy shit? There was a limit to how much milk and cereal could help someone grow and that was reached like an entire foot ago for some of these people. Some of these idiots even had visible scars, which was absolutely absurd at that stage in their lives and should be considered something tantamount to child abuse unless they discovered how to deal with aura very late for some reason. Only young and dumb idiots ever self trained to the point of actually hurting themselves badly enough to be scarred, or people with godawful teachers or parental figures.
What was even worse was that the vast majority of them just looked so damn young. Most of them weren’t even eighteen yet, with a lot of them just barely hitting the tender age of seventeen just before coming here. It was fucking sickening is what it was, absolutely fucking sickening. What was even more sickening was that it wasn’t done out of cruelty, but out of need.
These kids needed to be in fighting shape in a matter of months and not years as was typically granted to them. Today, they were going to introduce themselves and make jokes… and by the end of the summer they’d be sent off to some mission they weren’t prepared for and some would almost certainly die in the attempt. Seventeen year old kids sent off to war because there was nobody else. It made Shade sick to her stomach just thinking about it, but she had to at least pretend like this was a happy occasion and she was thrilled to see everyone there.
Each and every one of them had one thing going for them, though, insofar as they were brave. Every single one of them had passed through either rigorous testing or the combat school system to get here, and each one should know damn well what they were getting into and they came here anyway. That was brave as hell, braver than she was at their age and if nothing else… well…
She was going to be whoever she needed to be in order to make as many of these kids survive long enough to see the next school year. The hard part would start tomorrow, largely because she didn’t have the heart to actually go hard on them their first day. She had them for an hour in the morning before they were off to their other classes until a permanent home room teacher was picked out for them, so she was the main point of contact for all the dumb day one questions and stupid hypotheticals… at least for one day before the actual physical training started.
They were in the assigned homeroom the first day, a basic small scale auditorium classroom with a semi-circle of seats in multiple rows around an area that was big enough for individual sparring and demonstrations. There was no podium there, just a semi-circle desk that wasn’t quite tall enough for that purpose that she stood in front of pacing back and forth slowly and deliberately. There were several chalk boards behind the desk, and in big and bold letters the following was written:
Homeroom: Class 1
Instructor Shadecloak
The teacher was dressed professionally, some might say overly so for the first day. Black dress slacks, white dress shirt, and black sleeveless tuxedo jacket. No tie, though, those things were just really uncomfortable to wear, and she refused. She wasn’t required to dress up for this, but she felt like things would go easier in the future if she didn’t show up for the first day in front of a bunch of impressionable kids looking like some kind of hobo. A small smile adorned her features as she waved at each student who came in individually, turning her green eyes to them as they came into the classroom in turn. These would be the people she was going to be seeing every day for the foreseeable future, so it did her good to actually get to work trying to memorize faces right off the bat.
Once the seats were almost filled up, she checked the watch on her right wrist as her tail swayed back and forth once before deciding to just get on with it. There was no time like the present, after all, and dawdling in front of this group would ruin all the effort she put into looking presentable that morning.
”Hello students! Welcome to your first class at Haven! I’m going to be your homeroom teacher for at least the first part of the year, and this is the class that you’ll come to every morning for an hour before you start your day. The people on your left and right will be the people you will see every day from now on, and since I’ve read your student files and noticed that you come from a surprising amount of backgrounds and hometowns, I’ve decided it would be helpful to do introductions one by one.”
”I’m going to ask each of you to give your name, where you’re from, what one of your hobbies is, and a demonstration of your semblance alongside an explanation.” she paused for a moment, tone chipper as she fell into the mask of who she needed to be today. Excited, helpful, and approachable. The last thing she wanted was for the students to catch her anxiety, so she was extremely careful about hiding it.
”I guess I’ll start. I’m Instructor Shadecloak, and I come from a small island in Sanus to the west of Vale called Patch. I went to Signal Academy and then to Beacon to get my license as a Huntress and worked for a number of years before coming here to teach at Haven! As for hobbies, I really like animals so I end up being around the Mistral shelter a decent bit to make sure they’re all taken care of. For the semblance, I think it’d be best to show and then tell. One moment please.”
There was a pause, then, before for all intents and purposes their teacher had gone invisible. If they relied on sight or hearing to detect other people, they would hear and see nothing where the young woman was just a moment ago. A few moments later, the chair behind the semi-circular desk would start turning on its own and Shade would drop the visual and auditory cloak soon after with her in a seated position with her feet kicked up on the desk with a broad smile across her features.
”My semblance is Prowl, and it lets me sneak around pretty good. Can’t see and can’t hear me coming with it – so I’m sure you know what that means for your chances of cheating on tests in the future in my classes, yeah?” she joked, before pulling her feet down from the desk and getting up to walk over to where she was previously standing.
”We’ll start from the front left and make our way right and then start at the top of the next row in the same fashion until everyone gets to introduce themselves. You’re up.” she instructed, pointing to the student in the seat she was referring to. She would nod along and generally active listen as best she could the entire time each student was talking, because it benefitted everyone for each one of them to get over any public speaking hang ups that they possessed at least enough to function in this school environment, and she would absolutely do her best to help that transition along to make the students feel as comfortable speaking in her class as she could get them to be.
Every class thread will have the posting rules in the first post in spoiler tags. They can and will be different depending on teacher and thread. Always look to see in the spoiler tags for the guidelines in any class post.
In this thread, every member will post once in order to introduce themselves. This thread will only last one post cycle, and thus has no post order and students can post whenever they want. This thread gets the +20% XP bonus due to being a class with a Faculty member involved as well.
In this thread, every member will post once in order to introduce themselves. This thread will only last one post cycle, and thus has no post order and students can post whenever they want. This thread gets the +20% XP bonus due to being a class with a Faculty member involved as well.
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