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22 Years
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"THE UNKNOWN!"
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Post by Zelig Piledriver on Oct 7, 2020 5:37:15 GMT -4
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don't you want to get away from this same old part you play
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A NEW YEAR...
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A NEW START...
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....actually, it wasn't a new year, but it was a new start! This wasn't exactly something Zelig, The Unknown, was used to at any capacity what-so-ever...aaaaaaand RJ, or rather, Unity, wasn't exactly keen on volunteering as a teacher in UA's time of need. So he figured...it couldn't be that much different from tending to a bunch of feral animals or something, right? Yeah, it was most likely the same principle and he wasn't exactly exactly the most keen on this himself...but how could he say no when he was not only awkwardly ditched in a vehicle, but also the fact that these kids needed some guidance? It was like a combination that would make him a terrible person to say no to, so he rolled with it figuratively and sat upon the desk with his legs crossed, meditating as he waited for students to make their way into the classroom.
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A kinda chubby little orange hamster seated upon his knee seemed totally zenned out along with him, though there was also an orange and white hamster as well on the other knee...curled up and taking a little nap in the mean time. Being a homeroom substitute teacher wasn't exactly something he anticipated when Unity approached him about becoming a sidekick...but eh, it would probably be something of mutual benefit. No matter, he was here to at least keep an eye on these kids which...when he heard the door finally creek open since he got here juuuuuuust a bit early. Partially opening his eyes, he looked as though he was glaring toward the door, like it offended him for not being properly greased or something!
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...which admittedly, on the down low, he kind of was offended by the poorly oiled door. Perhaps he'd request Dafu's assistance on the matter since he trusted his fellow Eco-Bro more so than some random maintenance person by far! "Please, take a seat, class will begin shortly..." Though his words were spoken in an eerily calm fashion, they were loud enough to be heard. He scooped up the hamsters from hanging out upon his knees and tucked them away into his scarf. The sleepy one continued to nap and the one that was meditating earlier peeked out to watch the students enter. Uncrossing his legs and hopping off of the desk, he swept a clip board resting upon the surface which was beside him prior. Now, he began reviewing some notes along with a little guide and chart of the class so he could clarify who in the world was who.
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Alright...now to see if everyone attends or if he'd have to figure out what happened to the students and if they were alright or in need of assistance. See, though he wasn't what one may call a big people person, he did concern himself with the well-being of those who were supposed to be in his care enough to at the very least check on them. Though the notes near some of the names were a little concerning since it seemed as though there were students who left recently. Hopefully things were alright for them...however, he had to concern himself with the list of people who were still attending the school, making sure that this was still the case. After all, that was the responsible thing to do...wasn't it? The whole...clarify attendance thing...
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18 Years
male
"Protectbull"
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Post by Burabura Buruburu on Oct 7, 2020 6:11:38 GMT -4
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]年轻的公牛期待着星星 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ It was a long morning. Burabura Buruburu of Class 1-A was having an off morning, while not wholely awful, it was still rough. Bura couldn't sleep much last night and instead spent the two or so hours he slept to get a bit of studying done for the day. So he could have a nap during lunch break, and everything can be all good. Ever since his dad has returned into the family picture, things have been strange, like Bura's mother seems a lot happier but also a bit more forgetful of things, and Bura himself has been struggling with what to do to or even say to his father. [break][break] Bura was making his way to class-knowing his classmates all of them, Bura will probably be the first to arrive to class. Unless if something weird and unexpected happens, and everything gets thrown out of wack. Bura heard that the 1-A students are getting a new teacher soon Bura learned this thanks to his role as DC. Bura from what he gathered, they are looking into a replacement, and for now, are using substitutes until they find a permanent teacher to teach them. Bura wondered why the role of homeroom teacher swaps so often the 1-S class also had a change in teachers right before the summer break. Maybe he shouldn't worry about it too much. [break][break] And not before too long, Bura arrived at 1-A homeroom with a smile upon his features as he pushes his worries behind him. Bura was not expecting the man he saw sitting on the table, it was a man with black and white hair, and a wild sense of fashion and--- are those hamsters? Bura couldn't help but blink once-twice at the man before Bura put on a smile and casually waves at the man with a simple greeting, of "Hello, Sensei, a pleasure to meet you, I am Burabura Buruburu, I hope the others treat you well sensei." Bura says as he bowed politely at the man with a smile and then made his way to his seat in the back of the classroom- which is the only viable seat for him in the class as to not block anybody else's sight of the blackboard. Bura quietly sat down and wiped away some of the sleep still on the corner of his eyes from the lack of sleep last night. Is this how most people feel with three hours of sleep? Bura wondered to himself as he waited for his classmates. ✉ tag -- ( @someone )
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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 9, 2020 0:49:42 GMT -4
KENJI USED GRUMP
...IT WAS NOT EFFECTIVE INCONSISTENCY PUT KENJI IN RARE form—which is to say, he acted-up when things were not as they should’ve been. And things were very much not as they should have been. Their homeroom teacher, who Kenji was just beginning to warm-up to, fell off of the face of the earth. They trudged through a string of substitutes (mostly teachers that didn’t have a homeroom). Each day brought a new test of boundaries, a new test of the limits of each instructor’s patience. It’d figure that as soon as Kenji was starting to like Tonomura-sensei, he’d drop.
Today, there was someone new behind the desk—or rather, on it—a dark-haired dude that looked like the poster-child of gothic fashion. Youngish. And… meditating?
Kenji skulked through the doorway, pushing a hand into his unkempt hair as he surveyed the man upon the desk. All the teacher did was direct him—something stirred in their scarf, but Kenji didn’t see what it was.
The child huffed, but did as he was told. He didn’t want this new teacher. He wanted Tonomura-sensei. Kenji found his way to his seat, looking at Burabura without saying anything to greet him. He was already in a bad mood, and he dropped his bag upon the floor before slouching into his seat.
“So are you our new teacher?” Kenji demanded, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.
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Post by Wakaba Asami on Oct 9, 2020 2:09:01 GMT -4
Okay okay okay, it was going to be a good day, yes! Everything was new! Shiny!... But that little voice in the back of her head was telling her that it was just seeing the greener grass on the other side. No! Wakaba closed her eyes shut and shook the thought out of her head. She had to put those assumptions aside, not like she was the odd one out anymore.
It was just everything was different. The way her uniform felt like it didn't fit just the right way, even the way sound bounced around the school halls, the voices of the students lumbering themselves towards their homeroom classes. She recognized none of it, and, in part, it was a bit of a blessing. No one knew her here. She could start over without that stigma hanging over her head.
Her eyes focused in on the sign above her new homeroom like she would suddenly become lost if she lost sight for even a moment. She could feel herself slipping into old habit as her brow furrowed, expecting some kind of confrontation the moment she crossed through that threshold. She quickly ducked behind another student as he stomped through the halls, hoping that his bad attitude would draw a bit of attention away from the scowl resting on her face... not that she minded attention or anything! She... She just wasn't used to this place yet.
Turns out that wasn't going to help in the slightest. No, it wasn't every day that you got to class and ran face-first into your... weird uncle? Oh, god, Z really did have that peak weird uncle energy. This was a dream, right? How the hell? Wakaba's scowl quickly faded into a blank stare as she closed the classroom door. She was dreaming. By her luck, she must have been having one of those weird dreams, her mind mus have been trying to teach her some weird parable, right?
She opened the door again, only to be met with the exact same sight! No way! God, no! She must have been going insane. She gingerly closed the door again before going for the triple take as she slowly pushed it back open... Oh, god, it was real. This was really happening. Her first day somewhere new and her teacher was Z. When the hell did he even start teaching!?
She started walking towards one of the empty seats without a word, unknowing which one was her's. She laced her fingers and rested her head on them, staring forward with a rather blank expression. It would be best, she decided, if she pretended like Z wasn't really there yet.
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39 Posts
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16 Years
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Post by cid on Oct 9, 2020 5:17:09 GMT -4
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Stifling a yawn, Cid looked as though he was still half asleep while he was at the shoe lockers. The blue haired boy had spent quite a few hours the night before watching an assortment of videos detailing "Everyday engineering hacks!" which, thanks to auto play, kept him hooked to his phone until the sun came up and it was time to get ready for school! Just great. He tried his best to keep the fatigue away with a steaming hot cup of coffee but well, that worked about as well as peeing on a fire. Still, at least he had the use of all of his cognitive functions, even if failing to slip off his shoes more than once said otherwise.
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Making his way to class, Cid was bundled up in a scarf to keep the cold out. Paired with his hot beverage from earlier he did feel a little less colder than usual. Being from down under Cid really wasn't used to colder weather yet and even being wrapped up as well as he was he could feel the goosebumps on his skin. Summer really did leave way too quickly. His Winter uniform was alright in terms of thermodynamics but could use a tweak here and there. He could always wear a t-shirt or vest underneath but he always found it made him too hot later on in the day when the heaters came on, so for now he just had to suffer.
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Making his way down the hall to the classroom he had grown to familiarize himself with, Cid slid open the door to find a stranger sitting up at the top desk, legs crossed and looking as if he was asleep. With a befuddled look, Cid took a step back from the threshold and threw his gaze upward to make sure he was in the right room. Yup, 1-A. After he walked in and quickly realized that a few others from 1-A were already seated so surely this was the right class? But what was this edgy rando doing here? He was a hero obviously cause no one dressed like some fancy dress character except for heroes, as far as the blue haired boy saw anyway. Heroes were always the more flamboyant type, alas that didn't answer who this guy was! Still with a confused look, Cid took his seat in the back corner of the class, laying his bag on the desk before sitting back in the chair and deciding to keep his scarf on for the time being. It'd hopefully aid him in keeping his incredibly confused expression under-wraps. Glancing around the room it seemed like he wasn't the only one who was somewhat taken aback by the new person sitting front and center, with someone asking rather bluntly if they were the new teacher. On the other end of the spectrum was Bura who was perfectly filling his role as gentle giant and formally greeting the teacher. Meanwhile Cid and Asami remained quite, gauging the situation. To most a sub would be a normal occurrence to have every now and then but Cid quite literally never experienced one before, so he half assumed that this new guy was replacing their old homeroom teacher!
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14 Years
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"Origami"
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Post by Misako Suzuki on Oct 9, 2020 8:40:46 GMT -4
The day started like any other seemed to for Misako Suzuki. Lately, sleep had been eluding her. Since her brush with death against the zombie attack on U. A. High, nightmares plagued her peace like a creeping disease that snatched her hopes of freedom away. As she pulled herself out of bed, there was a tap on her window that made her jump, looking over to see a tree branche hitting it like scary fingertips reaching out. Was that always there, and she never noticed? She let out a sigh, but stood up quietly to not wake her roommate. She was running behind again, as usual.
Her morning ritual was one of the few things that kept her calm throughout the day. She got into her running gear and ran around the campus for the first part of her day- never through the cold concrete of the city anymore- then came back to the dorms for a fast shower and a change of clothes. She skipped breakfast when she was running late, which seemed to be a habit for her lately. She didn't like the school uniform much, but didn't have much of a choice on attire so that's what she wore.
Yeah, today was going smoothly enough. No real surprises.
She made her way down the hall, she hadn't been the first one to get to class in a while so she expected people to already be there. When she pushed the door open, she hadn't expected to see a new person sitting in the spot of her usual sensei. She froze for a second, her routine that kept her day calm and normal suddenly distracted by something so small and silly. It seemed like the dull thoughtless gray that had been over the background lifted and now she was actually present in the moment.
"Oh," she squeaked, realizing she was standing there like an idiot in front of everyone, "h-hello, senpai. Thank you for attending."
She remembered hearing rumors that a new teacher was going to be showing up, but hadn't actually expected it to happen. No, not this soon either. Was it soon, though? It was hard to remember. She had been on autopilot for so long that she wasn't sure about anything anymore. It was weird to be paying so much attention to the class now. She even noticed a few new faces she hadn't recognized from before.
Yeah, she wasn't nailing this class president thing was she?
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22 Years
Male
"THE UNKNOWN!"
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Post by Zelig Piledriver on Oct 13, 2020 6:36:38 GMT -4
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The first student was much like a cow, a very fluffy cow! According to the file he skimmed over, the boy was a mutant and that he may require a micro nap or some such...so he made a mental note not to hold it against him if he randomly nodded off. Seemed like a side effect of his quirk, but that was alright and completely understandable! Crossing his arms over his chest, he lowered his head in a bow to return his greeting. "Good morning, Buruburu-san, I am certain the others will be fine, this is a hero school, after all." He tried to offer a sense of enthusiasm, but the more he spoke after the greeting, it was more like he was stating facts. This really was a hero school, so they had to at the very least have some sort of base level of respect toward their peers...otherwise why else would they be here?
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Narrowing his eyes slightly, Kaede poked her face out from the scarf and kept an eye on the fluffy boy...wiggling her little nose and whiskers dutifully! Tracing his gaze back toward the door...which was going to drive him absolutely bonkers, a kid who definitely didn't have a mutation rolled on in and went to his seat. Not without a little sass and carrying himself like he had a bit of beef with the substitute, "A new teacher? Now, I would not necessarily say yes or no to your question. For the type of teacher I am is a mere substitute and I will remain here until they find someone to fill the position permanently." Blunt as could be, this child seemed to be troubled, similarly, but different from the first...another one he'd have to be mindful of.
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Then the door creeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaked open again after a moment's notice and he couldn't help but lightly twitch his brow as the person almost seemed to take their time with it.
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A blank faced staring contest between himself and the girl he took under his wing to rescue her from a life of delinquency..aaaaaand she closed the door. Wait, she was absolutely enrolled and sorted into 1-A for certain, that's part of what sold him on subbing in for this class so he could keep an eye on her! When the door opened up again, his brow twitched, "ASAMI WAKABA, YOU WILL CEASE YOUR ANTICS AND PROCEED TO ENTER THE CLASSROOM PROPERLY! NOW! PLEASE TAKE YOUR ASSIGNED SEA--WAIT PICK A SEAT, FOR THIS IS YOUR FIRST DAY AND YOU SHALL SELECT THE SEAT OF DESTINY THROUGH YOUR BELATED FIRST YEAR HERE AT U.A!" Booming those words out on that triple take, little Hoshio squeaked and wiggled a bit before peering out from his scarf and happily squeaked! The little white and orange hamster excitedly scrambled out and bolted over to the grumpy white haired girl's desk and clambered up quickly with a case of the zoomies so that the tiny, fluffy rodent was nestled up to her hands.
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Before he could call Hoshio to come back, he looked toward the door creaking once again and...this time a blue haired boy who also seemed to be in a state of slight disbelief before taking his seat. Well...it seemed like the school failed to give them proper notice...then again, shouldn't that responsibility fall upon the teacher themselves to say a proper farewell to those they attempted to mentor? That was his feeling on the matter and he would be sure to have a proper exit so the transition was a little more smooth. For now, he'd assume that there was some sort of emergency and that's why their instructor prior couldn't offer them a courteous farewell...it was better that way, assuming the instructor cared for these future heroes....that is...
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The final girl to enter the classroom seemed as though she was lost in a daze...perhaps needing therapy...or sleep. One of the two, maybe both with the way she called him senpai. Squinting at those words in complete and utter confusion, he was even thanked for attending...? Slowly blinking as he watched her snap out of it and drift off to her seat...there was a moment of pause given for that confused series of brain cells in his noggin, scrambling to make sense of this nonsense. "...young miss, do you need to see Nakahara-san...? Actually...as a matter of fact..." Looking around the room...he was legitimately concerned about pretty much all of them. Seriously...what in the world was even going on with this class? "...should we consider a field trip to the infirmary? Most of you seem...ill...or sleep deprived....erm..."
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....this is why Unity jumped and rolled out of the vehicle as a response when they asked her to help as a substitute teacher...isn't it? ....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwkwaaaaaaaaaaaaaard.......... "...or we could carry on with homeroom as per the schedule...admittedly, this is the first time I am choosing to offer my services as a substitute teacher." ....yeah, okay that seemed like a...decent approach at things, sort of? He was genuinely wondering if this was normal or not and that, in of itself...puh-retty concerning if it was normal.
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Post by Burabura Buruburu on Oct 13, 2020 21:53:19 GMT -4
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]年轻的公牛期待着星星 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Bura smiles back at the monochromatic teacher as broadly as he could, albeit with some struggle due to his general exhaustion and sleep deprivation. But he kept up his best appearance for the sub's sake. Bura responded to the teacher's words with a small chuckle and internally thinking, "You'd be shocked." Bura then did that weird tired blink one eye at a time thing. He wasn't tricking anybody that he isn't tired. It was just a phase he will be over it soon once he and his father have that whole moving away to India thing dealt with together. [break] To Bura's shock, Kenji arrived next. He was usually one of the later kids to arrive-he rarely missed days, but he was never so early. Bura averted his eyes when Kenji walked and took a seat, out of respect to the young man as he didn't appear to like him at all no matter what he does. Bura had no idea how to deal with Kenji. Bura never had people dislike so intensely for little reasons or reasons he couldn't figure out why. Bura frankly felt awful about the whole Kenji deal and probably lets him get away with more than he probably should due to a sense of wanting to be liked by a classmate. Bura didn't care what his senpais thought of him, but he wanted to be well-liked by his fellow first-years and classmates. [break] Next to arrive was a young lady with white hair, and the room suddenly smelt of spices. It wasn't overpowering, but it was noticeable even from here. But before Bura can introduce himself to the new girl from a distance, Bura jumped up a little bit as the monochromatic yells at the girl-apparently named Wakaba Asami. Bura blinks at the teacher. Wait, Bura thought, has he said his name yet? [break] But before Bura could react to what the heck just happened, Cid came lumbering on next, looking worse off than himself. But Bura kept to himself about his apparent sleepiness and watches as Misa arrived right after Cid. Bura let out a yawn as Misa introduced herself, which Bura nearly choked on it when she called the teacher senpai. Bura, in a quiet hush tone, whispered-talked to Misa to say "Misa-Chan, that's the sub-sensei-" Bura whispered, which was barely a whisper with the distance between them. If it weren't for Bura's concerned expression, he'd probably be coming off as rude. [break] When the teacher asked if they needed to see the school nurse, Bura's eyes shot open at the proposal. Bura shot up from his seat with a sheepish smile as he waves his hands in an attempt to be dismissive of the teacher's concerns as he spoke, "Ahahaha, it's fine Sensei! We're fine just a little off today!" Bura tried to laugh off the concern, but legitimately he understands the fear almost everybody was off today. What's the deal with that. As he spoke, Bura gave the man a supportive thumbs-up as he sat back down. [break] ... [break] The issue was he forgot to put his thumb and hand down to his side as he sat back down since he was so tired Bura already thought he did it already. ✉ tag -- ( @someone )
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Post by Wakaba Asami on Oct 19, 2020 6:17:11 GMT -4
Damn, the guy couldn't even let her introduce herself normally. What kind of extra asshole persona was this? Where was her voice? She swore as soon as she found the gumption to speak up she would tear him a new verbal asshole! For now, though, all she could do was rest her head on her hands so clasped in front of her. Oho, yes, she would find a way to get revenge on him when she could... only time would sto-!
She barely noticed the pitter and patter of Hoshio's little feet, but she was certain to notice as the little hamstrous ball of energy skittered around the desk as if she hadn't seen the little thing just a day ago. "Huuooooohh, Nezumi!" Wakaba tried to keep her voice hushed, but it never worked out that well for her. "Hi!" As much of a grump as she was, there was something about those damned hamsters that instantly cheered her sour moods.
I'll just come up with something later~. No way she was letting some hare-brained prank scheme get in the way of giving Hoshio her little belly scritches! But maybe it picked up her mood a little too well. The only thing that could draw her away from that was the blundering faux-pas that one of the later arrivals made, then she would have to switch to giving head pets!
"Wait wait wait, did you just call him senpai? Keheh. Nice~." Wakaba smirked, completely unfamiliar with the who's who of the class... well, she probably would have ragged on her more if she knew she was the class president.
Z's admission to being merely a sub did well to assuage the pit in her stomach... God, imagine if he was actually teaching full time? She could deal with his antics every so often, but every day? The thought sent shivers of fear rolling down her spine!
"Z-saaaann-sei." Oh no, Wakaba could feel her stomach do a 720 degree triple backflip spin and take a free-style nosedive straight into her gut. She knew him too well, there was no way, she thought, that he was going to ignore her using the incorrect honorific so soon after she mocked someone else for it. He was too smart, too observant to let that go. Oh god! Her cheeks flushed out of embarrassment in an instant, and she could feel a few beads of spicy sweat forming on top of her brow. "W-why didn't you tell me you were going to sub yesterday?"
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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 19, 2020 14:39:58 GMT -4
KENJI USED "NURSE'S OFFICE"
... will it be effective? THE MAN'S RESPONSE WAS ONE of those “yes and no” responses that really frustrated the redhead to no end. He either was or was not their real teacher. There was no in-between. When the man finally got to the point, and proclaimed that he was a substitute. Great, another substitute.
Kenji sighed, as if this proclamation was a fantastic inconvenience, and found his seat. He would’ve sat there and just glowered, but the substitute’s voice pitched into a yell almost completely by surprise, startling the redhead into high-alert. The shout wasn’t directed at him, but at a pale-haired girl in the doorway—with whom he seemed familiar—but it still frightened the redhead out of his scowl and into something more wary.
He kept his arms folded, leaning back in his chair. While Burabura tried to make nice with the substitute teacher, and the new chick knew him. Ugh. Kenji bobbled in his desk, unable to sit still. He was asking them what they wanted to do? Didn’t the school give the substitute any directions?
Kenji raised his hand. Wow, a participatory gesture, from the churlish redhead-? He didn’t wait to be called upon though—as soon as the substitute made eye contact with him, Kenji quickly insisted, “I don’t feel well, sir. I’ll definitely need to go to the infirmary.”
This was said without any inflection, as plainly as one might offer the answer to an arithmetic problem. He wasn’t showing signs of being ill, either—Kenji had simply seen an opportunity, and decided that he’d try and take it. The last place he wanted to be was in a class with an unfamiliar male teacher that could yell, unprovoked, at any moment.
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Post by Misako Suzuki on Oct 19, 2020 15:59:22 GMT -4
It didn't take long for it to become obvious that Misa had made an embarrassing mistake in her entrance. Bura whispered as much to her, and her back tensed and straightened like a steel beam holding up a frightened scarecrow. It lasted a moment before her cheeks started to burn red a bit in shame. Of course, the new student took the opportunity to laugh at her too, which earned an characteristic glare from the tired class president. "M-my mistake, Sensei. I was up late watching the the latest Satan's Kitchen. Lost track of time. Heh."
It was a lie, but it slid out with surprising ease. They had a new teacher, which was exciting news honestly. Maybe the shake up would be just what she needed to get herself out of this little funk she found herself in. One could hope at least. "I am Misako Suzuki, the Class President. Apologies for my rudeness, I'll try to be more responsible."
She made her way to her seat, eyeing the room curiously. She hadn't been paying enough attention to her classmates, it seemed. Everyone seemed grouchy or tired. Especially Kenji. She sent the boy a soft smile, hoping to cheer him up at least a little bit. He was clearly trying to escape the class, and she quietly hoped the teacher would see through his farce and make him stay. Kenji was always a little hard to get through to, but with a little pushing she thought he was a genuinely nice boy.
Unlike the new student that seemed to be related to the new substitute. Misa gave her another look over. She was never one to dislike anyone, but she had a feeling that she wasn't going to get along with this new girl very well. The thought made her sigh in exasperation, looking out towards the window. Ever since she became the class president, she felt like she had been failing to meet the requirements of such a role. She needed to put more effort in, and maybe the new change of a teacher was the way to go about it.
"Mm, Sensei, I think maybe we should do a normal class. Maybe you could introduce yourself? Maybe if you do it might make thins a little less awkward, heh."
She glanced back to Kenji, hoping that he would at least give their new substitute a chance to introduce himself before he gave up entirely.
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Post by cid on Oct 20, 2020 15:50:20 GMT -4
As it was quickly revealed, this new person announced he was the substitute teacher of the class and would not be doing any replacing any time soon. Despite this clarity, Kenji was still a stick in the mud about the whole situation which was something Cid was starting to come to understand about his classmate's persona, at least he was being a little humorous on the subject. Something else he noticed rather quickly was that the new girl was incredibly strange. She was trying very very desperately to try and calm herself as to not arouse suspicion but somehow managed to to the total opposite. Ignoring the loud burst of shouting coming from their Substitute aside, it was probably safe to assume that the girl knew the hero in some stretch. From the looks of things behind his tired eyes, the Aussie assumed she was a major fangirl and the sight of her edgy idol hero had made her starstruck to the point of anime cliche. Granted he was still sleep deprived so he probably missed some vital piece of info that would tell him some other part of the story but that was all the dectectiveness he could manage for now.
Speaking of noticing stuff, the Sub commented that pretty much every student there looked incredibly worse for wear Now who could he be talking about? Luckily for Cid he didn't feel the whole brunt of the embarrassment as others too looked tired and sick too! It was that time of year after all. Suzuki was quick to take the joke a bit too literally and advised the sub not to take everyone on a trip to Bother the Witch Doctor. What surprised Cid was that she too spent her night up late looking up videos. Cid wouldn't admit this out loud like she did in case it caused more of a distraction to the class than there already was. Heck the sub didn't even introduce himself yet and Cid still wasn't all to certain on what a substitute teacher actually meant for the class! "If we're voting on what to do for the class I wouldn't mind going to the infirmary, stretch my legs if nothing else." he said half joking and speaking up despite his better judgement of leaving the task of guiding the sub to the responsible ones. This could be fun anyway! Who knows what they could get away doing with a substitute?
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Post by Zelig Piledriver on Oct 25, 2020 20:00:01 GMT -4
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A little off...? That was putting it nicely, if you asked him! "..I see." Muttering those words beneath his breath, he wasn't completely sure what to make of these students since he'd caught them all in a massive off day of sorts. Okay...well...it is what it is, he supposed and the class should probably carry on as per usual, shouldn't it?
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Looks like he should have done some actual research before jumping into this, shouldn't he? Well, maybe they could walk around or something, see if that helps? Didn't they walk to class though and just sit down...wouldn't that be considered a bit troublesome...? Ah yes...he'd have to prepare better for next time, unless they found someone by then. HM, wait...that's right, he did have something arranged for them that was a tad bit more linear! Now for that little orange and white hamster, Hoshio, she was just so happy with the lil tummy scritches, Wakaba was absolutely one of her faaaavorite humans!
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Oooo then when the head pet swap happened, the lil bean of a hamster squeaked softly before closing her eyes and completely enjoying the attention. Almost as much as the spoiled cat owl of a teen Zelig was carrying for! Speaking of Z, he turned his attention toward Wakaba who found her seat and arched a brow, was...she partaking in this off day fananza as well...?! "Partially because I wanted it to be a surprise, the other part is...Kyoki-san." The teen with a spicy attitude should have known why he seemed a bit grim in mentioning what one of the obstacles were in keeping his position here a surprise.
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Kyoki wasn't a bad kid, more like....if a cat could fly and speak, one that could voice whatever demands it had, that was Kyoki in a nutshell, the boy who had a bed on one of those large, industrial refrigerators because the boy liked being high up. Unless it was to demand attention, help and food...then he didn't seem to mind being on the ground so much. Some viewed him as a demon child, he saw the boy as an owl and cat if it had to pilot a human body. That was neither here nor there and the next question was from none other than the boy who seemed completely and utterly disappointed with his presence. That's right, the boy who sat in the seat of one assigned to Murano, Kenji. "Good effort, but you seem to have a case of I don't want to be here-itis...which doesn't qualify you for a visit to the infirmary."
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That was all going based on his tone and the way he carried himself, sort of like someone who was trying to act for the first time ever...buuuuut they had no interest in being part of the play at all. Well, they did lose a teacher they've had for a while so it was probably a tough pill to swallow over all, especially when even he didn't know the details himself. It's not like he could at least tell them hey it's not your fault and here's why, that wasn't an option for him due to the sore lack of information. This was challenging...no wonder Unity just noped away from this offer! Either way, he was here to take the challenge and see how everything worked out, was he not?
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The girl who called him senpai earlier was apologizing and explaining how she stayed up late watching Satan's Kitchen...ah yes, a true classic! "Ah ha! You must be speaking of the final episode before it went on indefinite hiatus! Yes, yes...a truly good show one can get lost in, I see...! Now, Suzuki-san, president of this very classroom, I shall accept your wise advice on proceeding as usual as a demonstration of your developing leadership skills coming into play!" Tilting his head up with a grin, he figured this was actually a blessing in disguise so that this girl could have a situation in which her suggestions held weight, much like water in a glass.
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"I am The Unknown, one of two sidekicks to the Pro Hero, Unity! Though all of you may call me Z, as Asami-san did earlier, for it is short for Zelig which is my first name! My specialty is rescue, primarily with animals and more recently have I begun applying those skills to my work as a sidekick when it comes to people, though I still save animals and run an animal sanctuary." Would that suffice? Interacting with people who didn't have lost animals was definitely weird...maybe he should picture them all as animals or some such? Hn...no, he should be forcing himself out of his comfort zone to adapt and adjust. "Since we will not be taking a trip to the infirmary, how about all of you introduce yourselves? I know that there are at least three of you who are familiar with one another, but there are two new students who are presently more like acquaintances based on the files I was given to review. Now I personally, feel as though it is best to get to know others from more than just a file as well. Though I do not know how long I will be here as the school seeks out a teacher to take this position permanently, all of you will be spending three years at the very least with one another. Keep this in mind and for those of you who know each other, perhaps share something new that your fellow classmates didn't know before?"
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Taking out a pen and paper, he didn't feel it was necessary to cover his surname right off the bat, but he took out a pen and notepad with a calm smile and scribbled a bit at the corner to get the ink flowing. "I'd also like all of you to tell me about your quirks, the drawbacks and what you would like help with improving...be it myself or your permanent teacher, I wish for all of you to succeed...now please, begin." With the gesture of his hand, the floor was theirs to take! As they all spoke, he would be taking notes not just for himself, but whoever took this position permanently.
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Post by Burabura Buruburu on Oct 27, 2020 6:24:18 GMT -4
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]年轻的公牛期待着星星 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Bura unknowingly has his thumb and arm up to his chest, and it would proceed to stay up there until he notices. The factoid isn't a big deal for right now, but it is going to be useful for later to remember. [break] Bura felt sleepy and a little light-headed. Lately, he has been struggling to sleep and staying up later than he would like, but with his constant thoughts racing around and clouding his judgment and his focus on anything else but his family's dilemma and the choice he has to make for himself soon in his life. It is frankly intimidating and scary to think about to yourself late at night. And he has dealt with zombies. [break] Which, admittedly right now, he is struggling to keep his head up and keeping his eyes open from how tired he was. Ever since the riots, everything has been seemingly insane and crazy. It'd made things difficult. But Bura is slowly but surely getting used to all of these chaotic events happening to him lately. But even with him taking in strides better than he had expected, to be honest ever since his initial freak after the riots, but he does take things one day at a time after all, and that's all he can do for now. [break] Bura let out a large yawn before the Sub-sensei spoke up. He explained that his name is Zelig---something he didn't say his last name, but his hero name is unknown---like unknown to the public or unknown to himself or is it just an edgy name. Despite his respect for the man, Bura was getting a sneaking idea. The name is just an edgy name and not any other reason. But Bura kept listened to the sidekick as he spoke and wondered if he should be the first to introduce himself. [break] Bura raised from his seat-with his arm and thumb still up, and he introduced himself to the class. "Hiya, I'm Burabura Buruburu, or as I will one day be known as-Minotaurus-That's my hero name by the way- I changed it a while ago, I like the sound of it, still need the name change on my report, but yeah-I hope it sounds decent!" Bura started excitedly as he finally lowered his arm and thumb to move both of his arms excitedly in the air in a wild manner like an old Kentai hero on Television. [break] "And my quirk! My quirk is Bullsheep I share traits with bulls and sheep I have the strength of a bull-" Bura said as he flexed his arm which even though his school shirt looked impressive, "And I have the wool of a sheep!" Bura said as he fluffed up his wool to the point of being a giant fluffball behind himself. Bura then sheepishly chuckled to himself as he thinks of his weaknesses, which are all a bit silly. [break] "Well, my biggest weakness is my personality, sometimes I go get angry, and I lose control if I don't keep my focus, but it hasn't happened in a while, though to be fair to me!" Bura started with a sheepish smile before turning into a bright one before talking some more. "Well, my other weaknesses are related to my wool, despite the durability they provide and the ability to jump higher and land softly, it also causes a few issues," Bura started as he twirled some wool between his fingers. "For instance, as you expect, it is quite easy to catch on fire, easy to grab and pull at, it takes up space and other obvious weaknesses such as that. But it's most of the time useful, to be honest." Bura admitted with a sheepish pride. ✉ tag -- ( @someone )
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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 27, 2020 13:40:41 GMT -4
PART 3: PLOTTING THE
GREAT ESCAPE MISAKO WAS LOOKING AT HIM-- she even smiled his way, pleaded with her eyes. But she was playing nice with this substitute, too. Whose side was she on, anyways? Kenji glanced back at her, his brow furrowing slightly as if to say a nonverbal, What?!
And the substitute shot the request down. Kenji folded his arms, and slouched as low as humanly possible in his chair, scowling forward. He was half-inclined to go sit in front of Misako—at least it felt safe there. And, what was the worst the sub could do? Send him out? Or he could insist that he needed to pee, and just… never come back. Take the scenic route back to homeroom.
As Kenji’s mind wandered over possible escapes, the substitute launched into a long-ass introduction of which the redhead caught very little, if anything at all. He weathered the intro with a glare at the surface of his desk, and shrugged shoulders. It wasn’t until the substitute returned the question to the class, and Burabura began speaking, that the teen’s attention returned to the room around him.
Fuuuuck, were they going to have to introduce themselves every fucking time they got a new teacher? Welcome to Day One, Second Edition! And it wasn’t like the sub would actually be staying, so why the fuck did it matter if he knew them or didn’t?
Burabura was the first one to introduce himself. Which… logically… meant…
Kenji was next.
The redhead remained slouched in his seat, his expression still withering.
“Kenji Murano,” the redhead reported, “Friction manipulation.”
He’d glossed over the weaknesses and what he’d like to improve, as well as any additional information, because Kenji had missed the directions altogether. He’d only heard part of Burabura’s introduction, and assumed that they were to report their name, and their quirk.
Had he known this, the redhead still might have omitted any perceived weaknesses, as a matter of pride.
| FT. class 1-a quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes |
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