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Class A-20
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Class A-20Professor Gilbert Allen was late. He ran through the halls of the Lock, fixing his messy orange hair. He reached his classroom, A-20, and he burst the doors open, huffing and puffing. He bent over, hands on his knees, catching his breath.
"Huff... Sorry that I'm... late, kids..."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
She blinked once, and then continued to wait. Callisto could be... very patient.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
The teacher had messy orange hair, and clearly wasn't prepared. But interestingly enough, unlike the mess he was on the outside, his spiritual soul is bright, and confident.
It might catch his eye ordinarily, but this was Lock, the greatest, and only hope of humanity. This was the least he could expect from them.
After observing the teacher for a few minute, he closed his eyes again, and went back to meditating.
Tea, with chocolate and... burning sage… hm. She's a future seer, with a kind, somewhat ditzy personality. She's hiding something.
Professor Allen straightened up, smiling.
"there were some... technical issues. I apologize. But I'm here now! Welcome to Combat Training! I'm professor Gilbert Allen, but you can call me whatever feels comfortable! Gil, Allen, professor, whatever you want! My class is a safe space. Unless you're fighting someone. Then you're likely to get injured."
He clapped loudly.
"But! no matter! Let's get on with class!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
The boy in the back row was subtly observing her. She rotated her head slightly, meeting his gaze. She raised an eyebrow quizzically. Why was he looking at her?
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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"Hi," she mouthed in his direction. "My name is-" she started, and then shook her head. Callisto could only imagine how much would be lost in translation.
I'm Callisto, she scribbled on a piece of paper. After some hesitation, she scrawled a smiley face in the margin. :).
She carefully nudged the scrap towards the boy behind her, out of view of the teacher.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
And then general social awkwardness set in... What on earth should Callisto write back? After a split second of overthinking the decision, she decided on a simple "Nice to meet you, Artemis."
She took, switched to cursive.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
His face gave away nothing, his cold eyes focused on The Professor, who seemed to be explaining today’s plan.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
If anything, he is much more interested in the interaction happening near him between two people, who one seems to be a psychic, while the other is a spear user.
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
Allen gestured, telling the students to get up, smiling. He opened the door, waiting for everyone to leave.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Something like that. You know, I try sometimes.
Flicking it back to Artemis, she filed through the door after her classmates. The professor looked quite young. Callisto became even more suspicious.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.