This is a big room, with a ring of cushions around one cushion instead of desks, padding on the walls, posters on the few areas with no padding, the occasional target, and the floors are soft and padded as well, all to ensure student's safety as they learn to control whatever abilities they have. Everything is fireproofed, iceproof, and mostly everything is secured to the floor or walls.
Gracie quietly walks into the classroom.
The teacher, a professional looking woman, smiles at Gracie. She's sitting on one of the cushions. "Good morning!"
Gracie nods and waves as she hears the bell ring.
"Okay everyone, please take a seat on one of the cushions. My name is Ms. Singer, and no, I don't really like singing."
All of a sudden, a greyish-blue haired woman was standing in the place of the 'teacher' Ms Singer, whose image had dissipated into small particles, as if she wasn't there in the first place.
Cyrene stared at the relatively small class of students, wondering just how did her friends convince her to 'do something dramatic' for the class on their first day. Nevertheless, it wasn't a very good attempt-sloppy and rushed, but Cyrene had unfortunately made an abrupt decision in not wasting anymore time and to get on with the lessons.
Ability Control is no small feat that can be mastered with only a couple of lessons in theory after all, it is very practical and while theory would certainly matter, it would be useless without proper application; which is why Cyrene is hoping to get her lessons done as soon as possible in order to let the students start on the practical part of the lessons.
"Hello, and welcome to the Ability Control Class," She nodded towards them, "You will be learning to control your latent and learnt abilities here; just like I did with Ms Singer. who you might now notice is a simple glamour."
A quick swish of her hand sent metallic silver liquid rushing from under her sleeve to hover in the air; forming letters large enough that even rebellious students sitting at the back corner of the room could see it clearly and easily enough.
"Cyrene Ark"
Recalling the liquid mercury into some unknown depth-perhaps she had simply reabsorbed the metal, she crossed her arms and stared down at the class sternly "I am your teacher for this year, Cyrene Ark. You may call me Ms Cyrene or Ms Ark, I will not tolerate any irresponsible or reckless use of your abilities in this classroom, and if you choose to ignore this rule willfully, you may find yourself sent to the headmaster's office for a fitting punishment."
Pushing her hair behind her ear, Cyrene regarded the class, "Any questions?"
"If not, I will now start the lesson..."
Cyrene stared at the relatively small class of students, wondering just how did her friends convince her to 'do something dramatic' for the class on their first day. Nevertheless, it wasn't a very good attempt-sloppy and rushed, but Cyrene had unfortunately made an abrupt decision in not wasting anymore time and to get on with the lessons.
Ability Control is no small feat that can be mastered with only a couple of lessons in theory after all, it is very practical and while theory would certainly matter, it would be useless without proper application; which is why Cyrene is hoping to get her lessons done as soon as possible in order to let the students start on the practical part of the lessons.
"Hello, and welcome to the Ability Control Class," She nodded towards them, "You will be learning to control your latent and learnt abilities here; just like I did with Ms Singer. who you might now notice is a simple glamour."
A quick swish of her hand sent metallic silver liquid rushing from under her sleeve to hover in the air; forming letters large enough that even rebellious students sitting at the back corner of the room could see it clearly and easily enough.
"Cyrene Ark"
Recalling the liquid mercury into some unknown depth-perhaps she had simply reabsorbed the metal, she crossed her arms and stared down at the class sternly "I am your teacher for this year, Cyrene Ark. You may call me Ms Cyrene or Ms Ark, I will not tolerate any irresponsible or reckless use of your abilities in this classroom, and if you choose to ignore this rule willfully, you may find yourself sent to the headmaster's office for a fitting punishment."
Pushing her hair behind her ear, Cyrene regarded the class, "Any questions?"
"If not, I will now start the lesson..."
Gracie stares at Cyrene as she makes her introduction. She's feeling a bit impressed and a bit intimidated.
Cyrene swept her eyes over the students; some look impressed, some wary, some excited and some are relatively indifferent. Quite a diverse reaction,she mused.
Suddenly, a knock came on the door; Cyrene couldn't be sure if it was a student or not especially seeing as she has yet to take attendance so she simply glanced at the door, "Come in." She called out, and waited for the other person to come in.
If it was a student, thens she would have to be especially attentive to them during the classes; what students come late to their first class anyways? Some may have personal problems to tend to, some may simply be a matter of circumstances but for the sake of being fair, Cyrene wouldn't make any assumptions.
But if it is a member of the staff however, Cyrene would have a word with them for interrupting her after class has officially started. Once the person at the door had came in, Cyrene barely turned around to glance at them with a blank expression, her arms crossed across her chest.
"So," She started, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Suddenly, a knock came on the door; Cyrene couldn't be sure if it was a student or not especially seeing as she has yet to take attendance so she simply glanced at the door, "Come in." She called out, and waited for the other person to come in.
If it was a student, thens she would have to be especially attentive to them during the classes; what students come late to their first class anyways? Some may have personal problems to tend to, some may simply be a matter of circumstances but for the sake of being fair, Cyrene wouldn't make any assumptions.
But if it is a member of the staff however, Cyrene would have a word with them for interrupting her after class has officially started. Once the person at the door had came in, Cyrene barely turned around to glance at them with a blank expression, her arms crossed across her chest.
"So," She started, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Gracie quietly watches and listens to the exchange between Cyrene and the person on the other side of the door.
Gracie gathers her things and slips out of the room.
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