Academy of the Unnatural Arts

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Ms Irmar sighed as it seemed like no one would ask anything, they all just seemed to be for themselves for now. "Well, so be it if none of you feel the need to ask or concentrate for now we'll just let it be like that, just be warned that I'll not let you draw around another time after showing up too late." She gave Alexander a glare, "It's okay if you find an interest in your classmates, I have no problem with that, also...I'd very much like if you'd not start drawing after showing up too late." With that she decided to help them at least a little. "I want you all to introduce yourselves, starting with Dylan Lionel followed by Lewis James Kaline, Ace Desant, Ink K. Monochrome and Alexander Knight....also...would it be possible to keep your pets in your rooms, or silent." She opened her bottle of water that quickly made its way to the fox, freezing its legs so it would stand still. "Who owns this little fox?"

Yunia sighed, she grabbed her notebook and simply wrote down her abilities just as she told him earlier, then drawing herself with a tail whilst healing another persons wound, writing her name down she saw that someone just delivered it to him she decided to do the same before sitting down again and looking around a bit more, this teacher seemed more than incompetent, though she wouldn't admit she felt that way, she just never imagined a teacher would allow himself to get bribed.
 
Ace Desant, White
Ace looked up at Ms Irmar. He had to introduce himself!? Oh dear god why. What would he say? 'Oh I'm Ace Desant, I can look into people's dreams and win coin flips, what about you?' he thought 'Oh me? I can just shoot lightning out my eyes and breathe fire.' he added to his though. He found it even more pathetic his powers were in him but he had no idea he was using them! He continued to worry and began making a mental script of how he could introduce himself. He could barely get past the first word, did he start with a 'hey' or a 'hello'? Should he 'umm' so he doesn't sound overconfident? Should he make it short or long? How long does he have until people get bored or how short can he make it without seeming uninterested or lazy? He began to panic but hid it behind his book. This might be his only chance to tell people about him, people might find him interesting, a kid who enjoys gambling might make friends with him, or someone who likes sleeping a lot?
 
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Ink M. Monochrome, purple
Azazel stood still once he saw the other teen start to draw him, but yipped at the feeling of coldness on his paws. The purple-haired teen lifted his head slowly once he felt coldness seep through his body, taking a glance at the teacher before standing up to make his way over to Alexander's desk. His blank gaze stood neutral as he placed his hand on the fox's paws, blackness spreading through the ice and breaking it easily to free the small mammal's feet. Azazel yipped and jumped off the desk, backflipping in to Ink's arms while shaking it's soaked paws out. "Azazel belongs to me..." Ink sighed before going back to his seat, his familiar curling up on the desk with its tail dripping an inky substance. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't freeze his paws...it affects my heart with the same freezing, seeing as he is part of me..." Ink explained with a blank tone as he pet the large ears on his familiar while staring at the teacher.
 
Alexander paused when Azazel's paws started to freeze and moved to break it, stopping as Ink leaned over and freed him. Settling back against his seat and sighed "well there goes that fun" he says in a flat almost monotone way. Putting his pencil between his fingertips he begins to sharpen it to a fine point
 
Mr. Kobae', gray
Mr. Kobae' looked over to the weird one, seeing that she had completed her work. Quite quick for his taste, but at least she did her work. He picked up the paper and rummaged around his desk for his reading glasses. He put them on and began to read the girl's work. His hazel eyes looked to her, then back at the paper, then back to her, then back to the paper. This girl may have some psychological problems, or a fetish. "It's... unique, I'll give you that. C+." He told her, taking his glasses off and eating his chips again.
 
Ink M. Monochrome, purple
Ink glanced back to Alexander and sighed quietly. "Azazel..." Ink mumbled softly, and felt his pet stir before the small mammal jumped on to Alexander's desk quietly. This time he didn't yip, but panted softly with a strangely black tongue poking out. His dripping tail stopped and turned back to a white tipped orange, the ink on Ink's desk disappearing with a light touch. The ink trailed up Ink's bare arm and sunk in to the teardrop under his eye. Azazel sat up with his front paws in the air, head tilted up as if begging to be pet.
 
Aubrielle laughed aloud at the response; it was dry and without humor. "What did you expect Mr. Kobae'? Some students need time for their creativity to surface like a fine wine needs time to breathe." If anything he'd hopefully understand the similarity between the two. After all, wine was one of the loves of his life. "Should I have written about unicorns and rainbows?" Her sarcasm was paired with an open-mouthed smirk that exposed the top row of her teeth. "Does "unique" mean you enjoyed it?" She crossed her arms under her bust then winked at the teacher, pressing hard against her ribs to keep herself from cracking up and losing her facade.
 
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Putting down his pencil Alexander reached out to pet Azazel. Pausing a second before making contact, making sure his hands weren't sharp, gently patting the little fox's head "you're an excitable little thing, huh?" He says distractedly, looking over at Ink and raising an eyebrow questioningly half listening to the rest of the class introductions
 
Ink M. Monochrome, purple
Azazel panted a bit louder than before, closing his eyes in agreement as purrs erupted from his tiny throat at the petting on his head. His large ears twitched as his tail flicked around. Ink set his eyes on Alexander slowly, blank eyes staring back before he sighed and placed his head in his arms to sleep. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night before school, and simply laid his head down on his arms, slipping to dream land quickly. Azazel nuzzled Alexander's hand and placed his small paws on the hand, swatting at the long fingers happily.
 
Ciel flipped to thenext page of his notebook without a word. So this junk-food-munching 'teacher' wants me to write. He thought to himself, iddly letting his thoughts wander. Ciel didn;t talk much, but it wasn't for the lack of vocabulary, not by any means, he had tremendously good english, not going out and hanging out wtih thugs picking up their slang and foul spelling meant he dedicated a lot of his time to reading and fine arts, he had a refined way of communicaing, even if he was a man of few words. He had no intentions of spending his cash greasing up to the teacher with treats and wine. He'd pass this class by his own merits, not buying his way out. Ciel was stubborn like that, but I guess it was a good kind of stubborn.
Finally, inspiration struck him like a lightning bolt. What would he write about? Lightning obviously!

Storm.

The static was so virulent that the raindrops in their clouds clung to their dark cotton abode for fear of falling from the sky. She was so powerful that the Earth itself seemed to shiver in anticipation. The veins of traffic in the steel and concrete maze below had jarred to a halt, passengers abandoning their tiny tin-can vehicles to seek shelter in cold tall buildings. A thunderous rumble rolled across the city, but to Her, it was just a sigh. Children in their beds burrowed tightly in their blankets and comforters, seeking solace in a ragged teddy bear or toy car.

The heat inside the thick, cloying black clouds churned, another sigh swept across the city, louder than the last. She was closer, growing more alive by the second. The raindrops, in their fear, released their death-grip on the clouds and began their fall from Heaven. Glistening tears fell from the sky, streaking on window panes and splashing on concrete. All went still, with the exception of the diamonds falling from the sky, then She unleashed a great cry.

Searing white-hot heat burst from the darkness, the depths of the clouds, and raced towards the Earth, scorching the rain in its path, like angels' wings burning as they fell from Paradise. She let out a great clap, applauding Her own beautiful light display as it streaked the skyline blue, violet, purple and silver. Every raindrop turned to stare, translucent orbs reflecting Her brilliance.

Then. As quickly as She'd arrived and sent a great fork of lightning down to the Earth, She vanished. Sighing and rumbling as She went. Motion was restored, the frozen raindrops continued to fall and the storm clouds churned and rolled towards the West.


A short written piece by Ciel Vinter.

His handwriting was impeccable, neat and precise like a calligraphers writing, though his style was oddly sharp, reminiscent of a thunder bolt, but all was clearly legible. He signed his name with his signature, the "L" and "V" were interlocking thunder bolts.

He got up after quite some time of writing and handed his piece to Mr Kobae. He had no idea what kind of grade it was worth, but from the teachers response, he'd adjust his writing to suit in his next piece, but perhaps he would strike it lucky and Kobae would appreciate how he captured the brooding moment in a storm when the air seemed to freeze before thunder crackled and lightning struck.
 
Mr. Kobae', gray
Mr. Kobae´ stared at the girl as though she were on some type of drugs. Was she on some type of medication he should know about? He merely released a sigh and drank from his bottle once more. It was rare that he take a drink just because of a student, but Aubrielle was going to have him shitfaced by lunch hour. "C- for the sarcasm. Sit down." He told her, taking another drink.

It was later on that the blue haired boy came up to him with his paper. The jet black haired man took it and began to read the work it held. Exquisite word choice. Divine handwriting. He took out his marker and wrote an 'A' at the top. "Good work..You may go back to what you're doing." He told Ciel, taking another drink.
 
Eune's ears lowered a bit. He didn't particularly like to write a whole lot despite being told he was good at it. That was bullshit if he had ever heard any. He was at best, decent at it when he tried. But it was an English class after all So he got out his paper and a pencil and thought for a moment just what he should write. He thought for a moment on what would be easiest for him to pull off. His mind was only telling him poetry yet he knew he hated it. With his mind unrelenting, he decided he would do one of the easiest and shortest forms, haiku. He smiled weakly at his decision and went to it.

Inspiration

An irridecent
Blessing from celestial
Heaven high above

Eune took a good few minutes to think the piece over,rewriting it a few times until he had it just right. He smiled at his result, thinking it satisfactory, but he knew he was not the final judge. "I have nothing to worry about. My handwriting is great, word selection is good for a haiku, and all syllable requirements are met." He thought as he got up and handed the paper to Mr. Kobae. Depending on his reaction, Eune might end up buying more chocolate and wine than he planned on the man. Eune waited patiently for the teacher to read over and rate his work.
 
Mr. Kobae', gray
The jet black haired teacher sat back in his chair before the blonde came around to his table. A haiku, how interesting. Not many students chose to do such a thing only because it was very simple. His hazel looked over the words, giving a single nod. "Not bad for a haiku. So far, you are all worth my time." He told the blonde, scribbling a 'B-' on top of the paper.
 
Eune smiled with Mr. Kobae's evaluation of his haiku. He went back and took his seat. "That wasn't so bad," he thought, "I got a grade higher than that lavender haired chick, but blue hair set the bar high for the class."
Eune glanced back at the quiet blue haired teen. If only Eune had paid attention during introductions. Whatever, he'd figure out everyone's names sooner or later. The blue haired guy seemed interesting though, doing something in his notebook. Eune turned back around to look out the windows and daydream some more until another assignment or something was given.
 
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Ciel was thoroughly absorbed in his doodle ... by now it had expanded from a complicated lightning pattern to a thoroughly detailed drawing of a maelstrom, bolts of lightning shooting into the vortex. Although Ciel was dreadfully hydrophobic, the maelstrom, sea storms in general, seemed ot really complicate lightning. He hoped someday he'd get over his dreadful hydrophobia but doubted that would happen any time soon.
He didn't even notice Eune looking at him as he etched another wave into the choppy sea doodled on his notebook, a beat up looking ship was beign torn assunder by the chaos. It was easy for Ciel to get lost in things.
 
The look Mr. Kobae' gave her was almost enough to make her break focus, but she quickly turned around on one foot, a wide grin sprawling over her mouth once her back was turned to the man. Aubrielle bit her bottom lip and kept her mouth shut, eyes shining with humor as she went back to her seat. When the girl turned back around to face the front of the room at her desk, her face was carefully composed. She had a feeling publicly teasing Mr. Kobae' would make her chances of having companions in homeroom drastically lower. There'd be other classes though, surely she could make a friend or two elsewhere.
She quietly studied the other students, specifically Eune, Yunia, Ciel, and Elrick. They were interesting to her in one way or another, but that interest would be kept silent. To waste some time, she began to write musical notes on the inside of her hand from the heel of her palm to the tips of her fingers. She felt like practicing the cello.
 
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As he daydreamed, Eune caught himself watching the lavender haired chick draw music notes on herself. We wondered if she practiced in the musical arts as he did. Perhaps he would talk to her later about her interests. He blinked, getting even more bored by the minute. He wanted to stir things up, make things interesting. The only question standing was exactly how. He knew it wouldn't be so great dowsing people with water right away and messing with Mr. Kobae's wine would knock him right off his "worth" list. Eune decided to settle himself with creating small clouds from the moisture in the air, any dust particles in the room that would attach to said moisture.

His eyes rested upon Mr. Kobae, tail flicking as they did. It was only because of that man's physical charm did Eune behave. Typically he'd already have his fun by now, fooling with those around him, catching them off guard. Earning himself glares, spite filled smiles, or laughs- which were the an enjoyable reaction. But Mr. Kobae was attractive and his personality was hilariously intriguing. Eune was torn between laughing from his contempt remarks and reactions, swooning over his serious faces and tones, or cracking up at his own feelings toward this alcoholic, chip and chocolate eating man. Eune cracked a smile just thinking about it. Yep, it was definitely a laughable matter.

Eune averted his eyes back to his cloud. He let his small cloud float off into the air, starting on another one and not paying much mind to the last. The clouds usually only dissapeared soon after being made anyhow, harmless. The small cloud seemed to slowly gravitate toward Ciel, as did the few others that were made. They soon merged into a cloud over him, lingering almost like a storm cloud above him. After a few good minutes of cloud making and merging of the new clouds, a soft rumble came from the now medium sized cloud. Eune only thought it to be the custodian's cleaning cart rolling over a bump out in the hall. The rumble didn't sound like much from his seat so he continued on occupying himself with light practice of his Hydrokinesis.
 
Alexander, blue
Seeing Ink put his head down, Alex looks down at Azazel and snorting amusedly he wiggles his fingers around. Reaching down with his other hand he pulls out a a small stack of blank paper from his pack,some of the paper being white the rest being various other colors. Pulling his hand away from Azazel he picks up a piece of black paper and folds it into a three cornered hat, before setting it on Azazel's head. "now you're a pirate" he says quietly amusement coloring his tone. Turning back to his stack of paper he begins making random pieces of origami to amuse himself.
 
Ink. M. Monochrome, purple
As Ink slept away for some unknown reason, Azazel yipped softly in happiness at the new accessory on his head. His large tail swayed around as he lightly rolled the finished origami in his paws. He didn't seem to wrinkle them, but was simply making fun by pawing and picking them up as if he were a raccoon. Ink sighed in his sleep, sleping in a rather odd position that could strain his back, but the shorter teen didn't seem to feel uncomfortable doing it.


Jasper M. Moonstone, crimson
Jasper decided to think about it, since he thought he heard about this potion from Ink a while ago. He stopped sketching his picture and tapped his lower lip with his pencil, flashy clothing not making him any smaller in the group. His hand went up slowly, waiting to be called on before answering. "Uhh..A love potion, sir?" His accented voice rung out through the large room. Both he and Ink had mixed accents between Russian and Italian, though both teens hid their accents rather well.
 
Velnor Kerne, Purple
Mr Kerne rolled his eyes at the answer, looking down at Jasper. This child was clearly more destined for art than any sort of science. "No. Your group has been deducted a point. The answer was a healing potion." he said, swiping the words in the air with a tentacle, causing the one to disappear. "Next question." he said, then began to think. He had to cater to his entire group's range of intelligence, even if some of it was useless. "What was the name of the art mage whom painted 'Sunset at Montmajor'?" he asked, looking around.
 
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