Suiseiseki, lifting her skirts up a bit to allow herself to walk, made her way around the carefully set up 'classroom' she was in charge of. In reality, of course, it was just a bunch of desks placed on the dueling field, but that did not mean that it was not a classroom! There were.. sort of.. walls..? That made it a room! THEREFORE CLASSROOM.
She nodded to herself, holding up the watering can that was her wand. She was satisfied with how the desks were set up, and if seen from high above, they, of course, spelled 'DESU!'. She knew that not that many students would come to learn from a Screaming Japanese Midget, but that did not mean she was not enthusiastic. "Hitori shika konakutemo zettai tanoshinde oshiete ageru desu!" She said, pumping her fist in the air above her head as she said so.
The artificial spirit Sui Dream floated around her head, the excitement it buzzed with reflecting her own. There was one thing missing, though, and she could not put her finger on it..
"Ah, souka! Desu!"
And with that, Suiseiseki tapped her Watering Can to a desk, and it immediately turned green. Half of the desks followed it's example, while the others turned red. She nodded.
She was ready. Class was started. The only thing left, was..
With a little help from magic, her voice rang across the grounds.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Sept 4, 2007 11:21:36 GMT -5
(OOC) I will try to bear with the language barrier, as I have tried to study Japanese in the past. However, most of what I know now comes from anime, so please bear with any misspellings.
(BIC) The shrill sound that exploded from the field was enough to split one's eardrums open, so early in the morning. A pinky wedged itself in the left ear of a darkly dressed boy with blonde hair tied back. With a lethargic but pained grimace, the boy approached unto the neatly arranged set of desks with no company in sight as of yet. It seemed Thomas Lucre was the first one to make it to class. A surprise of surprises, since nothing in the range of academic study was ever incentive enough to draw him to class so promptly. He really did not think this case was different, by any means. But from the looks of whom was their professor, or sensei, rather, it would appear that not everyone whom signed up to this class was neccesarily looking forward to it. Oh well, he could draw his own conclusions later. This was sort of a epitomic moment in his life, and the thought sent a glint through his dank, black irises.
Well, the arrangement of the desks was......quaint. Segregated right down the middle with a red/green ratio, it seemed this class was run by a regular Christmas munchkin. This could be taken quite literally, as it seemed that the blonde drew closer - and the teacher was not getting any bigger. A house elf? No, not -quite- that tiny. But quite close. If he recalled correctly, he saw this pumpkin the night of the Start-of-Term Dance.
Hrm, so this little lady is Japanese, huh? And not much English to assist with. he sighed begrudgingly, rubbing his temple tentatively. He recalled from the sign-up sheet, which in its few words was littered with broken engrish, and again, this Desu made quite the spectacle at the dance. He was faintly interested in asking her for a dance though, if she was capable of understanding. However, this was not ballet, this was a field test in dueling, so to speak. How she would ever convey any lesson of hers through words, however, would be a matter he did not wish to dwell on. Lucre already knew he would have need of an interpreter.
Let's see, hitotsu means first, akai is red, lots of english derivitives in the language, um......usosuki means liar. Wait, why on earth would I remember that one?
Perplexed with his recent recollection of select terms, he plastered his straight face and grinned casually at the little lady before approaching his desk at the front of the red row.
"Ohayo. Lucre desu, yoroshiku." offering a slight bow, his bangs fell in front of his eyes, which suddenly took on a sick expression. He spoke to her in Japanese. Now it probably meant she would assume she did not even need to cross any language barrier with this European with barely any understanding of her language.
Smooth, Lucre. Do you -have- to impress every pretty face you meet?
Jeremy neared the Dueling Field, which home a class which was the most mysterious class of all. He had asked himself various questions the whole day, which include whether or not if this class was real or not, or even if he should attend it. Jeremy decided it wouldn't hurt to come here, even if it was a joke. A loud voice could be hear, which said something which he didn't understand. "Desu?" Jeremy repeated, but as a question. Jeremy guessed that meant that the class was soon to commence
He entered the 'classroom' and took a seat at what he believed to be the front of the class. The desk that he sat at was a red desk. Jeremy quickly noted that the colors of the desks were the colors normally associated with Christmas. Jeremy noticed another student there, a student that he had never met. Jeremy, even though he liked the fact that there was only two house represented, like competition, and one person, not matter their skill, wasn't fun competition.
Jeremy waited patiently, not paying attention to what was happening around him. He just wanted the class to start, so he could earn some points for Gryffindors. He also wanted to learn some things. This was never true in Muggle Schools, and earlier in other Magic Schools, but he beem eager to learn much after attend Firefox University.
OOC: Sorry for shortness, and crapiness of the post, I am rushing my posting so I can catch up.
Post by Cedrella Kelly on Sept 11, 2007 20:39:47 GMT -5
Duelling. It wasn't something compulsory like Potions or Defence Against the Dark Arts, but it was something that the Australian girl was interested to learn. Having never really been trained in duelling, due to her homeschooling, she was eager to learn something new and interesting, and by the time she had opened the door to the room it was to be held in, it became apparent that she was one of a few. There were only two other students in there, with the teacher! What sort of prank was this? Shrugging, she stepped forward, and took her seat at a green table, which -funnily enough- matched her shade of hair. A strange class, she thought to herself. She hoped it was real - she needed to tweak her duelling skills into existance.
Truth be told, she'd only ever seen a duel once. It was between a boy - her next door neighbour - and another boy. The second had called Cedrella a horrible name, aiming a spell at her, and the first jumped to her aid. The first boy, eighteen at the time, she had a crush on, so it was like watching a sickly muggle TV program. In the end, the boy who'd started the fight ended up with his ears the size of an elephant's, leaking what looked like bubotuber pus. The first didn't have so much as a scratch on him, and, thanks to him, neither did Cedrella. Thus ended the first and last time she'd witnessed a duel, though she was sure some of the formailties had been lax. Coming back from her memory, she realised that what she had thought was a small child dressed as an adult, was actually a rather small adult!
A midget. A midget would be teaching her duelling? Then came a conversation, it sounded like Japanese, between the teacher and the Slytherin student. Best leave them to it, she thought to herself, placing her Eucalyptus wand on the desk in front of her.
Trish walked across the dueling field on her way to class. She saw an area where there were walls, and decided that was where she had to go. As she approached the classroom, she pushed open the door and walked in. Only three students had arrived, and there was also a really small adult in the room as well. She suddenly realized that this small adult must have been the professor, and soon began to look around the room.
The desks were all red and green, and the Trish was reminded of Christmas. Thinking of where to sit, she decided to sit in a one of the green desks that was near the back of the room.
"Desu!" Arc exclaimed walking into the field.....or was it a classroom?
He had no clue what that word meant, but when he heard the word resoudning, even to the top of the tower he had been in at the time, he had seen a group of desks spelling out that same word. He assumed it had some significance.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Sept 15, 2007 12:12:52 GMT -5
Felix heard the loud cry ripple along the earth.
Ah, the weird dueling class must have started! How nice?
Walked into long dueling club, he hoped, with every breath he took, that he would not get squished to smithereens. He walked in and looked around to see fellow students looking bewildered has he did. Looking at where a few fellow eyes fell he saw a short Japaneses witch wielding a watering can as a wand.
Right...
The desk where a odd shade of Green and Red and looking around he mostly saw Slytherin and Gryffindor robes. There was one Hufflepuff but no Ravenclaw students.
Interesting, the brains don't like to get their feet wet...
Taking a seat on a red desk he waited and was still utterly confused. He saw Jeremy, the Gryffindor Champion, who he had yet to make acquaintance with, mutter the word "Desu?" questionably.
Hopefully I'm not the only confused one here...
Taking out his wand, he waited...
goddamn gigantic-ass image resized by orca. you're welcome.
A-ha! She knew someone had to speak japanese around here! Immediately, Suiseiseki launched off into a rant. "Ohayou desu!" She started, and continued. "Yatto dareka nihongo shabereru hito wo mitsukete yokatta desu... Kokorahen minna eigo toka iroro shabette atama ga itaku naru kurai desu..." She nodded, mumbling further to herself.
She watched calmly as more students arrived.
Interesting.
Green, Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Red. Yellow and Blue made more Green. Green, Red, Green, Green, Red. It matched her! Sort of.
"Yooooshi... Hajimemasu desu..." She took a deep breath, than screamed. "KOCHI KOI KUSOYAROUDOMO DESU!" She paused and thought a moment; they would most likely not understand her. Grumbling, she poked her chest with her watering can, and spoke again, this time in a quiet voice. "Kochi ni kinasai desu." She waited, expectant. Three seconds later, in an oddly metallic fashion, her voice echoed out of her Watering Can, this time in broken english. "Over here to come desu." She nodded, satisfied with the results.
She had a good lesson planned.
SPOILER ALERT: It involves Screaming and Midgets [desu]
Post by Cedrella Kelly on Sept 19, 2007 23:25:26 GMT -5
Moments after she sat, a rather morbid looking Slytherin girl walked in and took a seat not too far from her, followed by a Ravenclaw boy and another Gryffindor boy. They all seemed as confused as she was, except for the Slytherin boy that had been in her Care of Magical Creatures class, the one that didn't hear her when she addressed him. She'd gotten over that now, and turned to face the very petite professor, who's screeching voice didn't seem possible. For a few seconds Cedrella wondered how she was going to learn to duel from a teacher that spoke in fluent Japanese, but that subsided when she spoke more, and then turned the watering can toward herself.
Is she going to wet herself?
No. Instead of water, the woman's voice spoke in worrisome English, breaking the language barrier. She asked them to move to her. Scraping her chair on the ground, Cedrella shuffled from her desk and stepped hesitantly to her. A split second later, without warning, a boy (of whom she realised to be the Ravenclaw) streaked past her and dropped onto one knee, almost like a knight before his charge. Cedrella giggled. "I'm sure she won' bite if y' didn' do that."
Post by Thomas Lucre on Sept 24, 2007 14:17:31 GMT -5
And that's what you get for showing off. Ass.
Lucre cringed with his bangs floating shamefully over his eyelids, knowing too well the reprocussions of displaying what little Japanese he knew. And it seemed the reverse was the same for this lady, as she held the faintest understanding of english that could concievably be acceptable. Actually......with all due respects, this was Europe. Spain, adjacent to Britain. How on earth did this midget actually -get- this job, anyway?? Oh, the confounding mysteries life hurled at him. One had a shriek that would make wights and boggarts want to die.
But still, inexplicably, this Desu had a weird cuteness about her.
Lucre was yet to take his seat when about half a dozen or so others filed into the chamber and took their seats, only to recieve her first order (which was preceded by a string of alienic asian language that naturally no one knew one lick of). With some mental and seemingly physical strain, Professor Desu articulated with the finesse of a downs patient that they were to move over to the watering can she was holding. Upon thinking about it though, it seemed the english translation actually resounded from the watering can itself.
Hm, enchanted.
Something else that was enchanting bumped into the anxious Ravenclaw student that tore up to the front of the class. Her hair was pulled back with the rare color of sea green. He wondered if he had seen such a scarcely misplacable girl in any of his classes yet. If he had, it was likely too early in the morning to see anything through the fog of his morning grogginess. He smiled a bit at the sound of her curious and charming accent, wondering if it was British or Australian, mayhaps Irish. He hoped he'd get a chance to talk to her later.
Hah. The blonde really hoped to himself that he wouldn't get too distracted. The number of girls he knew and befriended already far outweighed the number of classes he was attending.
Last Edit: Sept 25, 2007 11:52:56 GMT -5 by Thomas Lucre
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