[Rosario Rosada]

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「

This mask
I wear
is nothing
but a
Genuine Fake

」

If only you could see.

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She couldn’t have a chance to really deflect him.

But she stretched her arm around herself, batting away the paper ball like it was nothing. Ros sighed. Suddenly, she looked back him.

Rosario’s neon yellow eyes didn’t stare away. But then, he got a message on his scroll. He looked down, not impressed.

Your eyes see the past.

And those very same yellow eyes narrowed at seeing the text on the screen. He didn’t need a reminder. When he looked back up, she was already writing away to answering the next question. Her sleeping beauty was still on her shoulder. What an odd couple.

The world was a funny one sometimes. Funny as it was cruel. It seemed like most things and most everyone was going about their days. Haven may have been different, but people were the same wherever they went. Meddling into one another’s business, likening it some kind of holy crusade. Helping people. That’s what huntsmen were supposed to do. Duty. Protection. All those fancy words. Whenever Ros thought about, he had nothing but an empty feeling on the inside. His mouth twitched. He heard some kind of humming ahead of him, that Fox Faunus in the front.

His mood somewhat spoiled now, he decided to look to the question on the board.

The Slope of a line? That was nothing too hard at all. He scribbled an answer on his scroll, sending it in a moment later. The last problem on the period, he could deal with that. He would be better off finding a good disposable thing to cut up or two with Sakura.

Something about the entire experience had rubbed him the wrong way. He wasn’t quite into feeling that way for long. Before he realized it, he had written down and submitted the right answer. One out of three? Hardly anything that could mean.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he tugged his black beanie over his eyes. Maybe the Samurai had the right idea, catching a few z’s before class would be let out early.

wc 345 || twc 1520

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[Colton Deraine]

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Bravery is believing in yourself, and that's one thing nobody can teach you.

Find the slope of the line given the points (5,4) and (1,2)

Okay. If nothing else, Colt knew how to make a line. Just making a graph was easy, making it connect was just a straight line between the two… and that was about as far as he got before getting stuck again. Slope meant how steep the angle between two lines was, he thought, and there was obviously some way to do it.

Each of the sets of numbers were x and then y coordinates that determined how far up and how far to the right any dot went. 5 – 1 = 4, and 4 – 2 = 2. That was two different numbers, so it couldn’t be the actual correct way to do the problem. 5 + 4 = 9, and 1 + 2 = 3. No, those were different numbers too.

5 + 1 and 4 + 2 came up to be the same number, though, in six. He didn’t know if that was the right answer, but it was an answer and it came up to be the same thing so it would have to be close enough for these purposes. It was an introduction class and the teacher needed to know the level of everyone in the class in order to actually figure out what he needed to teach, so that worked out pretty well for him. Good wasn’t the goal, just not the worst. He had shown his work and at least made an attempt, so he wasn’t the worst. That would be reserved for the people who put nothing on any of the questions, so he was safe at least for the moment.

Class was apparently going to be out early that day, which worked for him just fine. He didn’t envy the teacher for this class, because there were such wildly different levels of aptitude for this sort of thing. Colton had a relatively normal education, so he didn’t really have an excuse for doing this poorly, but to be frank he never thought his lack of paying attention in math classes would ever come back to bite him once he made it to a Big Four school. He could simply never take math and that would be that, but it seemed like fate had other plans.

Ah, well. It wasn’t the end of the world, because it wasn’t like the school was going to fail him for doing badly in this class. He had spent his time working on more physical aspects and the subjects that he felt like had more practical use like geography and history and political science that could actually be useful down the road. Going to Vacuo and expecting police to help you out would be about as dumb as going to Menagerie and wondering why all the Faunus were there.

While some people were no doubt able to use it for things, and angles and trajectories were important when it came to marksmanship and shit like that or computers or coding or anything like that… to be frank Colt was never going to do any of that. Not really. His weapon transformed into a shotgun because it required the least aim and was useful for breaching doors and walls and other barriers. He could disable tech with his semblance and didn’t really have any interest in actually pursuing learning how to deal with it more than at a user level. He liked working with his hands, and activities that allowed him to get outside of theory and abstractions and into kicking people in the head. That was really all there was to it.

※ TWC: 2333 ✎ 606 words ✉ E rank semblance, E ranked martial arts, E ranked durability, E ranked weapon

[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 327 | twc: 1196 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] What was this sensation? a pillow? An oddly shaped one, but a pleasant feeling nonetheless. It was rather unexpected, but it was a good sensation. A comfort that he hadn't felt in quite a long time, in fact. It reminded him of when he used to sleep in the comforts of his own bed, despite the fleeting happiness that came with it. While he felt like he could sleep in it forever, Qiu'li realized quickly that he wasn't sleeping on a bed in class, but rather someone instead. Upon opening his eyes a bit from a slight shift in movement, he glanced up to see that he had... Fallen asleep on Flower? Ack- lifting his head up slowly, he saw that Flower was reaching for something behind her head and flicking it away. Huh. He wondered if she had a piece of food stuck in there or something. Either way, Qiu'li nodded in general direction, both as a minor apology if he was inconveniencing her and as a thank-you for letting him lay on her for however long he was on her shoulder. Eventually his direction turned towards the board as he showed one last picture. It was a single line with a pair of coordinated numbers asking for a slope While Qiu'li still didn't understand numbers quite well, he decided to give it some effort. It was the least he could do to show some meaning for being here, despite not knowing a single thing about this question. Glancing over briefly at Flower, he realized that she had been using her Scroll this entire time. As she began typing in the device, it finally dawned on Qiu'li that the Scroll was being used to record the answers of students. Drawing his out, he examined the prompt and saw that it had the same question with a blank for him to reply. With the confidence of an overconfident child, he wrote the letter Q and submitted it.

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank E
Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F
Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank F
Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank F
Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E

[Professor Jay]

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PROFESSOR BLEU JAY

WC: 453

TWC: 2669

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Looking down to the answers he was receiving on his scroll yet again… Well, in short, Jay had to assume that most of his students there were for the fact they were training to be huntsmen, not scholars. Perhaps he did quietly hope for a day that a student could have been both. Perhaps he was being too hard on them, there were a few who actually got all the questions correct. Others… had a bit of a long way ahead of them. He wondered how many times he would conclude that the semester would last longer than he would have liked.

That was fine. In the end, this was a general education course. Most of them hardly had a reason to be here other than to fill in a credit. Most of their worth would be seen in his other course. He hated to think of students in that manner, but in the end, if they weren’t good enough here, they would just die in the real world.

A darker thought stemmed in his mind. Yes, Jay’s conclusions were true, but didn’t that just mean he was beginning to think that all those who had died before him just weren’t good enough? He was no judge of that. The Fall. His former fellow huntsmen and huntress. He was a huntsman, was, and now he thought himself somehow good enough to lead young people into a career that would just lead to their deaths. He could count the number of people on his hand who he knew their huntsmen careers ended in retirement and not a funeral. That was why he never thought about a career as a teacher…

Robin, how did you do it?

Jay tipped his fedora to no student in particular, then putting on his signature smile. He gave no credence to the fact that he wasn’t all that faithful in so many of his student’s mathematical abilities, but simply saved those lessons for another day.

“Alright, everyone. Seems as if class will be let out a little bit early today! Heh, it’ll make up for all the times I’ll probably be late to class this semester. We’ll start on the first section next session, now that I know all of your abilities… a little bit better, I think I know exactly where we should start off.” He waved his hand and the board turned off, signaling the true end of class. He went back the desk, simply letting the students file out whichever way they preferred. Scrolling through the roster once again, he was trying to put together some kind of lesson plan that could very well cater to all the various levels of mathematical experience or lack thereof…

SPOILER: Click to show

Reminder of no post order and that this thread is CLOSED only to those previous participants.

Last Round! Feel free to leave the class and make exit posts! Will submit for grading after everyone makes their exits~

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[Niraya Platinum]

Niraya Platinum
When snow falls, Nature listens.

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Niraya was still humming to herself just something to help pass the time. She stops herself when she notices Jay was standing up. She looks at him wondering what he was going say. True to his word he was letting out class early. Niraya silently cheered. as much as she enjoyed math. She would rather apply it somewhere more important than random lessons. She gets up and stretches before packing away her things. Once she had her laptop put away she closes her bag and heads for the door. They still had about 10 maybe 15 minutes before the next class.

She finds a spot to sit down and pulls out her little drone. She sets him on the ground and wakes him up. The little drone looks around a little lost as he was examining its surroundings. When it looked at Niraya she smiles at her. "Go play a bit just don't wander off or get stepped on." The drone beeps excitedly and begins to explore a bit. She pulls out her laptop and keeps an eye on the drone's code. She was happy to see the drone so excited. programming emotion was quite difficult but thanks to her mentor she learned everything she needed to do that.

↺ + HK

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[Flower Fiorella]

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"I try to be understanding because I think that most people are actually quite surprising."

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Class was over. It came by quicker than Flower had expected. Well, it was also because it was being let out early.

The professor made a comment like it was because he would be making up for being late later in the semester.

Qiu’li had woken up. Flower had watched him stir awake. She had succeeded in becoming his makeshift pillow and perhaps there was a part of herself that was slightly proud of that. Maybe she hadn’t realized it before, but a dusting of pink did appear on her cheeks when Qiu’li looked at her. Her blank stare, however, remained. It was a wordless exchange. Neither of them were really that good conversationalists. But in that glance, Flower knew what he meant to say. And he knew what she meant to say as well.

Her light lavender aura flickered slightly. The shoulder that was once an odd miniature pillow shape reformed to its natural state and Flower’s normal skin returned as well. Flower had looked over as Qiu’li… gave his own answer. She tilted her head, wondering what really the young man was thinking, if at all. Q?

She gathered her things and was ready to stand up and go. But she waited instead for Qiu’li to walk with her. She looked across the desks, Niraya was happily allowing her small robot to play freely now. Colton would likely book it before she had a chance to say anything. She was now aware that he didn’t want her help in Math, but she knew he was still struggling, even if his ego apparently allowed him to think he didn’t need assistance.

She just wasn’t sure how to… go about it.

Reaching out to others was never really her speciality and it was harder when said person didn’t want to even talk to her.

She sighed internally. Since when did she decide that it was her job to look out for others? Especially, Colton Deraine of all people. Her violet eyes held a blank stare, she blinked again, perhaps she was looking in Colton’s direction far too long.

Violet eyes looked over to the back again, but the pinkette was already gone.

She turned to Qiu’li.

“Your uniform is a mess.” She said to him with a tone that was almost tired. She looked at his bare arms, the jacket freshly torn away. “I will fix it, again.” She could remember the last time they had done such a thing, at least now she hoped it wasn’t going to end in the foreigner bloodying his face.

“You are unaware of normal school timing and scheduling. You were late to class.” Stating the obvious wasn’t really Flower’s actual speciality, but her statements simply were fact. Flower was well aware of the foreigners special… status and background. “If you will allow me, I can l assist in tutoring you so you may earn a passing grade.” Reminded of Colton’s rejection, Flower worded herself differently so she was instead offering help rather than forcing it on to someone else. Maybe that was what was bad about her approach…

Flower did wait for an answer, but she was also urging herself and the raven haired teen to get moving to the next class. The girl would give a small nod of goodbye to their math professor.

Of course, she knew they would all be seeing each other again sometime soon.

[Exit]

wc: 566 || twc: 2988

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 859 | twc: 2055  Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] Ah? Qiu'li looked around. There were people already leaving, as well as the professor simply idling about. Was this the conclusion of this session? It seemed like the class had concluded earlier than the schedule had anticipated. Was this a normal occurrence in a scholarly setting? He wasn't sure, but then again there wasn't really much of a reason for him to stay. He'd probably fall back asleep anyways if he did, as mathematics was not his strong suit. At all. He watched as several students were already packing up and talking among themselves as they filed out of the door while others remained and talked among themselves in groups. Hm. Socializing, huh? Not something he was very proficient at all. Right. Classrooms didn't seem all that appealing to him, after having firsthand experience of it. Staying put for several hours and focusing on something either he didn't understand or had little interest in. For a moment, he considered his childhood 'training' almost preferable to this, though those thoughts quickly escaped his mind, as he quietly cursed himself for thinking such a thing. However, it didn't deter from the fact that the lecture classroom was undesirable to him. Theoretical information was useless to him unless it had some practical application to battle, and as a result, the idea of simply skipping out on future classes brewed in his head. Right. What was the point in participating in a class that he had no intention of focusing in? He'd find more use in practicing his weapon arts or perform his daily training. He wasn't a scholarly type, rather he found comfort in the field than in the classroom. Though as he decided on committing to his decision, Qiu'li stopped as he glanced over. Eh? Flower was gazing at him with her signature stare. It was one that he had grown accustomed to, though his face remained unchanged with his usual leering eyes. He was curious as to what she wanted with him. Ack, was she annoyed that he had inadvertently fallen asleep on her and used her body as a pillow without permission? Was she annoyed that he was late and disrupted class for her? Several thoughts ran through his head as a growing fear of being a nuisance to Flower began to take over his mind. Not too long ago was he causing her trouble with his fellow companion, Qiu'li was starting to worry that she would try to avoid him now as a result of his consistent blunders. As she opened her mouth, he steeled himself for what she had to say. If she wanted to distance herself from him, so be it. It would be painful, but Qiu'li was in no position to argue. “Your uniform is a mess.” "...?" “You are unaware of normal school timing and scheduling. You were late to class. If you will allow me, I can l assist in tutoring you so you may earn a passing grade.” "..." A mixed sensation of relief washed over Qiu'li as she extended the help. She didn't seem angry, or rather didn't seem to express anything on her face at all. Eugh, usual Flower. Bad for Qiu'li in most cases since he couldn't tell what she was thinking, but he seemed to be able to interpret her thoughts at times when they locked eyes, and this time it was telling him that she was genuinely worrying over him. She was urging him to leave, so he did so as they walked out of the classroom to their next destination. While they were leaving, he considered her offer. Scratching his head nervously, he furrowed his brow in thought. Would accepting her proposal be too much? He had already relied on a lot up until now, and agreeing to her would only add more to her workload, or so Qiu'li thought. Then again, she made the offer to personally teach him herself, but then again it could just be a friendly offering or something. Despite the dilemma that he was going through, Qiu'li had a strange thought: The idea of spending more time with Flower was something that he desired. While the idea of learning this information was somewhat off-putting, the idea of spending time together with her sent a warm feeling inside Qiu'li. What exactly was this feeling...? He wasn't sure, though it wasn't unpleasant either. It was a mix of excitement and anxiety, but also a warm sensation of knowing that he could be ale to spend more time with Flower. Personal time. He felt his face go warm briefly at the thought of it, though perhaps it was the room's temperature. Either way, it seemed like his plan to permanently ditch mathematics class had stopped just as abruptly as they started. It seemed like Flower was going to be the chains that held him down in the case. Whether or not this would be a good thing was up to Qiu'li. He paused briefly to her proposal. After several seconds and an awkward, brief nod, he lowered his head and closed his eyes. "Please teach Qiu'li, will be in your care..." He muttered softly. /End/

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank E
Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F
Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank F
Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank F
Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E

[Rosario Rosada]

"Let's have some fun while we still can, huh honey?"

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And just like that, class was really over. Ros stood up before Jay was finished speaking his sentences. He wasn’t really interested in sitting around for pleasantries.

“Thanks for a good time, Teach!”

Ros tipped his own imaginary fedora as he walked out the door, slinging his half bag over his shoulder. He actually did pull up his black beanie above his eyes a bit, just for the sake of being able to see where he was going down the hallway. He had said his words with a smile, even a bit of a smirk, but really, there was something else aching at his mind.

He turned once, just seeing the girl who had the nerve to say such things to him. Flower Fiorella, Robot Girl was talking to the raven-haired sleeping Samurai. It seemed the pair really were the odd couple around Haven. The other robot girl, the Fox Faunus, Sparky with Ice Powers was off in her own robot-drone world with that weird little drone thing. As for Sanctum’s former resident try-hard, he couldn’t care less where Colt Magnum was headed off to, he only smirked at thinking of Deraine once again. Of course, Ros had taken a glance at all the wrong answers the eggheaded egocentric was all providing.

Was Haven just generally filled with such an odd cast of characters? Well, in all honesty, he wasn’t much different. The next class? He honestly wasn’t feeling much up to it. Maybe he’d grab a late breakfast and find a rooftop to take a late morning nap. That seemed like a much more inviting thing to do rather than sit in a classroom.

Teachers were a bit of a bitch though.

Especially that Blue Bird. Shadecloak wasn’t that bad. At least she was a lot better to look at. There seemed to be an endless supply of foxy ladies on campus. He had to give Jay a little bit of credit, years as a huntsman and still have that pretty of a face? It had to be a bit impressive. He hummed to himself a tune that he really couldn’t recall ever hearing before as he walked down the hallway.

He really couldn’t wait for the year to get going.

WC 372 || TWC 1892

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[Professor Jay]

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PROFESSOR BLEU JAY

WC: 499

TWC: 3168

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The last stragglers left the room. Empty.

Jay wasn’t sure to count his first day of classes a success. The experience was different. He supposed he expected a lot of things, but actually doing it came to a very different kind of experience. He sighed, still unsure if he was really the person for the job. Was it so hard to try and want something from his students? Was it so hard to try and expect something of himself? Alone now, he flicked his wrist once, popping out a kunai of his Zodiac set.

He looked at the blue-tinted blade, seeing the reflection of himself in the dark steel. The day was still young. Blue skies with just a hint of clouds. He breathed out again, reaching out his hand to his right shoulder. Then, he turned back, raising his scroll’s screen to type out things with one hand.

He had observed each of the students fairly well. As a hunter, few things were allowed to get past him.

Niraya Platinum - Score: 3/3
A rather smart girl. Seems to be interested in interacting with her robots… rather than other people.

Flower Fiorella - Score: 3/3
Sanctum Graduate. Quiet. Focused on her work, but seems to draw some attention to herself from other students.

Colton Deraine - Score: 0/3
Sanctum Graduate. Focused enough, but seems to focus solely on himself.

Qiu’li - Score: 0/3
Arrived at class late. Slept through most of it as well. Answer provided on the last question… Questionable. Reminder to speak to him after classes for additional help.

Rosario Rosada - Score: 1/3
Sanctum Graduate. Troublemaker. Seems to center around himself, however. Bright, but focus lies elsewhere.

And those were just the first few. He tapped on the handle of his kunai, clicking it back into his wrist dispenser. It had been a long time since he had felt lost. His profession as a Huntsman, he knew how to that. And ever since RBYN was gone, he was used to doing it alone. Most would never have expected him to be ‘bad’ around people, truly he wasn’t. It had just been a while since he decided he was able to do again.

He rolled his shoulder again, holding in a wince at the pain. He couldn’t be a huntsman anymore either. He wondered if that was why Robin decided to be a teacher. He had never asked her and it was too late to find out why now.

He looked down the names again. Potential. That was all he really saw. Meeting them as students now, it wouldn’t be long until he would meet with them again as huntsmen and huntresses in training. If these kids really expected to take on that career, he needed to prepare them for it. That was his new responsibility as a teacher.

He tipped his fedora to no one in particular, closing his scroll so he could walk down the hallway and finish his notes in his office proper.

[END]

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[Wolfe]

XP Distribution:

Jay: 31 x 120% (class bonus) = 37

26 old XP total + 37 = 63 XP new total

Ros: 19 x 120% (class bonus) = 23

35 old XP total + 23 = 58 XP new total

Qiu'li: 20 x 120% (class bonus) = 24

174 old XP total + 24 = 198 XP new total

Flower: 29 x 120% (class bonus) = 35

156 old XP total + 35 = 191 XP new total

Colt: 23 x 120% (class bonus) = 28

25 old XP total + 28 = 53 XP new total

Niraya: 9 x 120% (class bonus) = 11

65 old XP total + 11 = 76 XP new total