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before combat 3...

Apr 18, 2007 23:05

Who: Professor Cassius Eamon
What: Combat 3
When: Tuesday combat level 3 class.
Where: Level 3 classroom

open, incomplete
( oh no! I missed the garden festival meeting. I've got to take the spam flag off that girl's email address... )

reagan, conner, professor eamon, adalia

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bg_adalia_leren April 19 2007, 04:15:07 UTC

A few hours later, with no idea what sorts of somewhat violent and unpleasant thoughts Professor Eamon had been thinking, Addy sat innocently in class. It was a good 7 minutes before class started, but Addy always came early. Her book was set neatly on her desk in the third row. Addy had a policy - If you sat too close, you looked like a nerd. If you sat too far, you were with the talkers and the clowns.

There were only a few other students in the room, scattered about randomly. Addy began looking in her backpack for a pencil, just in case they would be taking notes today. It never hurt to be prepared.

bg_conner_blake April 19 2007, 15:14:07 UTC

Conner arrived then, quickly claiming the seat next to Addys. Not that it was hard to do, since half the class hadn't arrived yet. The ones there were mostly standing around the room, talking.

"Hi Addy," Conner said. "How are you?"

bg_reagan_rhine April 19 2007, 17:36:42 UTC

Reagan strolled into class a few minutes after Conner, just before class was going to begin. He sat in the row behind Addy, and dropped his backpack on the floor.

bg_adalia_leren April 19 2007, 20:07:42 UTC

"Hey, Conner," Addy replied. She chatted with Conner for a few minutes until Reagan came in, then realized that the class must be starting soon. It was starting to get loud as everyone drifted in, talking among themselves.

enter cassius... bg_cassius_eam April 20 2007, 02:21:52 UTC

He came in whistling. His cane hit the ground accenting the beat of the tune as he made his way in to the room, walking among the bulk of students beginning to enter. "' 'ello" He towered above most of them, his tall lanky form strode with confidence in its own grace and strength.

making his way to the teachers desk, he took the folder neatly tucked under his arm and began sorting through them allowing stragglers to make their way to their desks.

He stopped whistling. Looked at the clock on the wall. looked at the watch on his hand. one minute in counting...

"before we begin, does anyone have any questions about the homework?" He fixed the hair that fell in front of his eyes and adjusted his spectacles.

bg_adalia_leren April 20 2007, 03:12:26 UTC

Addy stopped chatting with Conner when the teacher arrived, giving him her full attention. She had completed the homework without any problem. Though combat wasn't her best class, she was a good enough student to get by.

crickets? bg_cassius_eam April 20 2007, 21:12:15 UTC

No one but the crickets answered him.

“Nothing? All right smarty-pants… we’ll get our heads out of the books for today I think. And we will get straight to warming up. “How bout a run around campus?” He looked at the clock. “Let’s see if you can beat your old time? I’m going to head to storage and pick up some toys for us. If I’m not back by the time you finish running finish your warm-ups on your own and I’ll be back in a Jiff.” He calmly straightened papers on his desk. “I already started the clock folks, get running.”

Re: crickets? bg_conner_blake April 21 2007, 03:26:38 UTC

Toys? Conner thought. He didn't have much time to wonder, as he heard the professor's last remark and scrambled to his feet. Students were quickly forming what, somewhat, resembled an orderly line, trying not to create bedlam as they forced their way through the small doorway.

He hated running. He had always been a slow mover. But nonetheless, he trudged out the door and around campus as quickly as he could.

toys... bg_cassius_eam April 22 2007, 00:17:29 UTC

He waited till the students cleared the room. Then he set a leisurely pace towards the equipment room…

‘hmmm…’ he surveyed all that was before him. He’d save the guns for now, nor did he want anything too sharp or lethal. He carefully made his selections and filled a large duffle bag with an assortment of goodies: Staffs, sticks, batons, tonfas, nuncuks… the list goes on. All training-grade wood.

When he had more than enough for every student he zipped up the large green duffle bag and made his way back to the classroom.

Re: toys... bg_adalia_leren April 23 2007, 13:48:26 UTC

Addy sprinted around the usual course, making her way back to the classroom fairly quickly. She wasn't sure if she had beat her best time, but it had to be close.

Re: toys... bg_reagan_rhine April 25 2007, 15:45:52 UTC

Reagan jogged into the room shortly after Addy. Looking around, he realized he had beat a little more than half of the class back. In other words, he had made average time - that was normal for him.

Re: toys... bg_conner_blake April 25 2007, 17:59:20 UTC

Conner finally made it back to the classroom. He wasn't the last one back, but closer to it than first. He stood by his desk, wondering what the professor had lined up next.

group works! bg_cassius_eam April 26 2007, 01:55:12 UTC

All the students were returned by the time he got back, good, he thought.

Taking his duffle bag he returned to is desk and roughly emptied its contents. The training weapons spilled out with a clamor, knocking over papers and pictures that neatly occupied the desk, many of the item’s spilling on to the floor. “Blake, Leren, and Rine. You are group one. Come up and pick a weapon.”

There was a diverse assortment to choose from, sticks and staffs, nun chucks, maces… all wood, nothing sharp like a sword but there were wood versions of swords and metal weapons. He tried to find something that would make everyone happy… and if not, eh, sometimes you had to improvise.

bg_conner_blake April 26 2007, 20:22:10 UTC

Conner looked over the assortment for a minute. He considered taking a nunchuck, but all he could picture was smacking himself right upside the head with it. He eventually settled on a staff, claiming a dark wooden one from the pile.

bg_reagan_rhine April 26 2007, 23:23:30 UTC

Reagan chose a wooden kama, two wooden handles with a wooden "blade" at the end. He put one in each hand, trying to spin the handle.

bg_adalia_leren April 27 2007, 00:23:03 UTC

Addy quickly approached the table, wondering what she should try. A sword? A mace? No..then she saw the nunchuk. Deciding to give it a try, she picked it up, testing the weight in her hand.