Studies of Afterlife Culture: lesson 1

[witch_vanya]

The class had already arrived, though they found that their new professor was still absent. It wasn't the new professor's fault; although she had left on time, Vanya was just a tad bit slower than most people due to her heart. And there had also been a certain annoying spirit following her around that really needed to be sent away, which required a

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[seven_delta]

"Defect."

Seven sat in the corner of the room, quietly listening to the newest professor speak. Her pencil scratched that word into her notebook as she spoke quietly to herself. She was no necromancer; she was hardly human at all. Meat and bones arranged in a pattern by some devious mind. And those devious minds had a sinister plan for her, deliberately infusing her with altered genes and spliced DNA to create just such a defect by design.

She could not summon the dead. She could not reanimate corpses back to life, or the shambling unlife of ghouls and zombies. Instead the physical form she inhabited would crumble; she was a spectre, a ghostly spirit created from necromantic powers stolen from other such flawed individuals.

This seemed to be a class which appealed to her intellectual curiosities. But for now she stared down at that single word staring back at her from the otherwise blank page. "Defect," she again repeated under her breath. "A flawed individual."

[nashira_amir]

Nashira started with sitting upright in her chair and paying full attention to the teacher. But it soon became evident that the new professor was more bent on scaring her class in not doing certain actions than starting with the real lesson.

Her attention soon dissolved and her mind began to wander. Nashira was not exactly the type for daydreaming, so 'letting her mind wander' meant in her case observing her fellow students.

There were some odd people in this class. Like that blue-haired girl murmuring something to herself. True, there was a table or two between her and that girl, but Nashira could still hear what she said. Her dark eyes settled on Seven, wondering what could be so fascinating about the word 'defect'.

OOC: Era also follows Afterlife, and is probably glued to Seven's side (even after the picnic), but I felt like responding with someone else than Era. XD

[seven_delta]

Seven took a long, slow, deep breath to clear her mind. She was quiet more often than morose, but thinking of such things was threatening to pull her into the mires of depression. She gasped her pencil lightly in her hand, but the new professor had not truly begun the lesson so there was little need for note-taking. Her eyes began to wander from her page, distancing herself from that one word briefly in order to distance herself from her thoughts

[nashira_amir]

Nashira was not blind and her years of training with guns had given her the eyes of a hawk. You failed as a sniper if you could not spot the target from far away. And even though she was not a sniper at the moment, her eyes still caught things they should not have seen

[sn3akydev1l]

The class was not exactly what Cassarah had imagined it would be. Dealing with how people view death? Well, it was something. Perhaps, it would even be useful in it's own way.

With a mental shrug, she leaned back in her chair and took a gander around at some of her fellow students. A few familiar faces stood out, but were a little ways away. She was still puzzeled by that blue haired girl. But, it wasn't like she was the strangest thing she had witnessed during her stay, so far.

Cass also spied Nashira. One of her other new "friends". That caused a smirk to run it's way across her face. The ever-serious military girl was a lot of fun to tease, that was for sure. Unfortunately, the situation at hand just wouldn't permit any of that sort of malarky to go on.

The blonde witch brought her focus back to the front of the class, where their lessons would be beginning...

[witch_vanya]

OOC: I'll just continue here with the lesson. ^^

"Okay, no questions? Good." Vanya was surprised about it. Or maybe she'd just scared everyone into silence. That would be alright as well. Her class did not have to like her, they only had to listen to her and obey her.

"Well then, first a quick look on how much you know. Who can tell me what happens once you die?"

[torunnofasgard]

"That be an easy question to answer."

Standing in the doorway was a young warrior. Not yet fitted for an official school uniform she walked in still clad in her armor, a steel breastplate and large two-handed sword strapped to her back. It was awkward enough on the first day of class to wear an old uniform from a previous school out of necessity. To come armed and still dressed for Swordfighting class stood out even more so.

"When a warrior falls in battle, a soul is drawn to Hel." But the newcomer did not speak of the same Hell that was often spoken of at a Catholic school. She continued on as she searched for a seat towards the back of the room. "Those who died with honor feast forevermore in the hallowed halls of Valhalla. But if thine deeds do thyself shame, or craven acts not befitting so glorious an end, the dishonored dead go to the realm...of..." Here she stalled as if trying to recall an answer that she had only heard of. Her once confident voice accidentally rose into something of a question. "Niffleheim?"

((OOC: Sorry,