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[ghostrepellent.livejournal.com]

[voice]

Classes tomorrow.

I think I have all my things.

A scalpel? What store is that in?

[a long pause, with the quiet sound of footsteps, and the sound of paper bags moving]

Oiy! Walk to school with me. Bring bento.

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[heavens-heretic.livejournal.com]

[He just got back from the pool, though he's in fresh clothes now after showering. His hair is still soaked though and he's drying it with a towel. He's look through the network and finds the post with the supplies needed. He raises an eyebrow.]

A scalpel? I wonder how dissecting is relevant to learning how to be a Weapon or a Meister.

[He looks amused.]

Greetings to those who have arrived recently.

2 zenny

[digtastic.livejournal.com]

Um...

I know it's a little late (or early, considering what time it is) to be asking something like this, but is there a dress code for class or anything like that? Because all I have is my armor. I should've probably bought some clothing when I went shopping for materials yesterday... I guess it slipped my mind.

Is that okay?

First report

[get-my-coffee.livejournal.com]

This is completely...

Adachi, you'd better not be slacking off.

We've got work to do.

First Class

[professor-stein.livejournal.com]

[ By all appearances, the room looks to be a perfectly normal classroom.  It has about ten rows of raised seating that curve around the walls like a horseshoe, all facing the front in an auditorium-like fashion.  The broad chalkboard is blank, and the front desk is clear except for a small plastic tank containing a few plain looking frogs.  They appear to be normal enough, croaking and swimming around.

The door has been propped open, but there has yet to be any sign of the teacher.

Five minutes after the class is scheduled to start, distant sound of spinning wheels can be heard from the hall, squeaking as though one of them had come loose from over use.  The sound gets closer and closer until...

BANG.

The office chair slams hard against the doorframe and soars backwards, sending both it and its occupant skittering across the floor.  He manages to stay in the chair, looking none the worse for the collision, a text book opened and in hand, apparently ready to start the class.

Anyone who has been paying attention to the community will recognized the figure as Professor Stein - the strange man covered from head to toe with stitches and a rather prominent bolt sticking out of the side of his head. ]

Alright.

[ He doesn't bother getting up from the floor, tilting his head back slightly to see those sitting in the desks. ]

Today's class will be dissecting frogs.

[day eight - monday]

[voyeur_moon]

[The sun has long since set, and the clock strikes midnight - bringing with it a bone chilling laugh from the moon.]

[Are you brave enough to look outside and keep from making frightened cries~?]


[and don't forget! CLASSES START TODAY.]