The Combat Classroom (open)

Deep breathing could be heard from Erika as she sat at her desk with her large, pastel colored, silk pillow. It was her near daily practice as most students thought that they had nothing to learn from the lazy-looking instructor, and she was fine with that more nap time. When they were building her classroom they asked her if she had any preferences, so she had them make the room an all black dome that was a hemisphere with a 300 foot diameter. On the walls there were little black rods that looked like hand holds which were retractable by pushing on them individually or by using the remote at Erika's desk. In between each of the rods that blanketed the wall was just enough space for the incandescent lights that were inlaid into the wall and protected by a thick layer of bullet proof glass. These lights illuminated the room well and made it feel/look as if anything on the ground was floating. There were no windows, but there was an emergency vent in the ceiling in the case of smoke (or when it was too hot for Erika to sleep comfortably).  Enough describing the scene though, she waited for her students at the only desk in the room just by the door even though she was sure that she would have this allotted time to relax later that evening during her after school program when few hours had passed since the end of classes. After a long yawn she said, Well I guess it is a good time to nap before all of the students get here. She attempted to pull together the will power to get up from her comfy chair, but the willpower didn't exist.

Hmm, students are beginning to come in already, the sleepy teacher would mumble under her breath. Her hand would fumble around for a few seconds before finding the little remote it was looking for and the hand holds in the wall would retract. Slowly she would get up and she would pull a piece of magenta chalk out of her pocket and write on the wall in large letters,
Professor Thomis
Class: Cmbt 211
Advanced Weapons Techniques - No prerequisites for EAT students.
As you can see, there are no chairs in this class so pick a spot and begin stretching as soon as you come in.
Many students were filing in as she wrote and began stretching, in the time Professor Thomis took to write her message. Once she finished though she took her usual spot at her desk and rested her chin on her pillow. Since her eyes were closed she seemed to be sleeping, but the observant student could tell by the patterns of her body she was very carefully watching her students.

Entering the classroom, Rori's shady greens' flicked this way and that. Odd. There were no seats and the walls, well, the walls were quite strange. "Magenta. Lovely color." Rori stated, hands clasping behind her back as she rocked cutely on her heels. Her fathers' had taught her a thing or two about colors. And she adored the aesthetic their teacher seemed to be going for. She mused dismissively at the boy who entered the classroom. He was clearly shy. She read the board and chose a spot in the center of the room before extending her arms in a slow deep stretch, followed by her touching her toes, nose pressed to her knees effortlessly. That's right, years of dance and martial arts really made for loose muscles. Like her fathers said "A lady must be proper, and must properly defend herself."



Blakely was truly unamused, as she was most of the time. School really had a way of pissing her off for no reason. And the screeching girls outside the door were really setting her hairs on end. She scoffed at the distractingly pink teacher and her gaudy writings on the wall. With a sigh she glared at the boy as he stepped into the weird classroom and made her way, as far as possible, away from the dark haired girl who was already stretching. "Show off." she muttered to herself, finding a corner and tossing her heavy bag onto the ground beside her. She flopped onto her bum, legs folding criss-crossed where she stretched her arms and back.


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OOC://This is what I imagined. Only because imagining the entire classroom as a separate bubble/ dome from the school would mean it was not connected to the school? ._.

Kidd made his way through the hallways of the DWMA. For once in his entire academic career, he was concerned with another class besides P.E. Combat Training. Unaware of the fact that a class like this existed (due to his carelessness of school in general), Kidd switched any class he could immediately to get into this one. It's not like it mattered anyways, because he couldn't even remember what subject he was studying before he got into this one. But Combat Training? Seems pretty badass. Although it probably wasn't like him with soccer and P.E, it was probably something else that could be expected to be dominated by The Legend.

As Kidd came closer and closer to the class, he noticed a plethora of girls standing outside of the door to his class. Probably there to get a picture and an autograph from The Legend himself.

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA." Kidd raised his hands halfway above his head like he was surrendering to a police officer. "Yes, it's me, Kidd Götze," Kidd announced so loudly that it could be heard over the screams of all the girls combined, "And yes, I'll be able to sign all your autographs, but you'll have to settle for this, ladies." Kidd had gotten all of their attention now. Kidd pulled a black and white photograph of himself with his signature scribbled across it and taped it to one of the girls forehead's. "Just copy and print that for yourselves, ladies. I know it's value is lowered very little, and you want the real thing, but you'll have to make due with that for now." Kidd told them before pushing each and everyone of them that stood in his way aside. And with that, Kidd walked into his new class.

After dealing with his fandom, Kidd searched the classroom for anyone that he may have knew. Most of them were people that Kidd didn't know personally, except for one person. But before Kidd walked over to his acquaintance, he dropped off a note at the teacher's desk that explained that he'd be a new student in her class. "Listen, that's worth more than possibly all of your family and their ancestors COMBINED. People would literally kill for this note. Use it wisely." Kidd whispered, not willing to sign out anymore autographs for today. He'd be too busy getting his education for that.

Kidd now turned and walked in Blakely's direction, calling her name out quite obnoxiously. "BLAKELLLLYYYYYYYYY." Kidd called out. "I didn't know you were in this class!" He exclaimed loudly, "But to be honest, I didn't think I'd actually see you here since you never show up to school." He said, not taking his rudeness into consideration. "Whatchu doing?" He asked her, standing over her now.

Kidd smiled and nodded as Blakely told him about what she was doing, but the second she even suggested seeing his skills, his face turned tense. Kidd stared straight into her golden eyes, his soul beginning to vibrate back and forth. "I'll kill you." Kidd said with a straight face. After threatening Blakely, he let those words sink in for a moment. A minute passed, Kidd still stared at Blakely, face and emotion unchanging.

"HAAAAAAAAAAA." Kidd laughed, playfully kicking her in the leg. "Of course I'm gonna show my skill, not just to you though," Kidd told Blakely, turning away from her to look at the rest of his classmates, "But to you!" Kidd walked up to some random girl, pointing at her face, "To you!" Kidd walked up to some random guy, pointing at his face, "TO YOU!" Kidd shouted in Hawk's face, "To you...." Kidd whispered in the teacher's ear, so as not to disturb her. And lastly, to the girl that was showing off even more than he was with mere stretches, "ESPECIALLY TO YOU." Kidd held his finger less than an inch away from Rori's face. After he put his finger down, Kidd gave her a determined smile and walked back to Blakely. "But yeah, I got you, fam." Kidd told Blakely, sitting down next to her.

Hawk had looked down for a while after being yelled at by the very obnoxious kid who had just entered the room. When he looked up, he saw that popular girl, with the fan club, within 10 feet of him. She had been much further a minute ago, he thought to himself, why is she moving over here? He had tried his hardest to stay unnoticed. What had he messed up on? Had it been that small outburst earlier? "No, there's no way she could have heard that," he half thought, half whispered. Crap, he had done it again. He really, REALLY didn't want any attention. He knew it would lead to embarrassment due to his utter lack of conversational skills, and he tried to avoid total embarrassment as often as he could. He subconsciously curled up into a ball, sitting on the ground with his knees tucked in to his chest.

Kidd watched the girl who he'd addressed last walk over to the boy he'd shouted at the loudest. "Damn, it feels good to be a gangster." Kidd said to himself, just wanting to here himself speak. "And you," Kidd pointed in Blakely's face, "I treat women with respect. My moms is proud of her son for the man he grew up to be." Kidd flexed his biceps, putting emphasis on the "grown" part of his sentence. But Kidd was a soccer player, so there was a little bit to show, but not to much. Not that it mattered anyways, because the ladies loved him for his smile, talent, and.... Well, just about everything. But after he spoke to Blakely, he spread his legs out in front of him and reached for his toes, stretching to prepare for whatever may happen.

As he sat there, he thought about something he'd been thinking about asking Blakely. "Hey, Blakely, do you have a partner? And what weapon do you turn into? You didn't even show me that day." Kidd looked at Blakely now.

Hawk was sitting, looking down, when he heard a voice. Now in a room full of talking students, he assumed it wasn't directed towards him. But then he registered what was actually said. He felt himself go pale. No, he thought, I am not down for conversation today, or really ever. "I'm Rori. Rori Kaito." He heard. "I'm sure we'll get along marvelously." He sighed and looked up slowly. He realized it was the girl who had the fan girls and had moved closer to him earlier. Uh oh, he thought, trying not to register his slight fear on his face. I don't want to get involved with anyone that popular. Remember, Hawk. Under the radar. All of these thoughts went through his head before he realized he was zoning out. "Ahem. I-I'm Hawk. Nice to meet you..." He half mumbled, half said.

Kidd sat up straight now, feeling loose enough from his stretches. When Blakely commented on the other girl, Kidd had to get one more look at her. Conversing with the quietest kid in class, huh? Even though she wasn't Kidd's top priority or concern, she sure was an interesting one to watch. Just a moment ago, she wanted all eyes on her, and now she has all her eyes on him. "Let her be. It's not like she's threatening my place at number one or anything, right?" Kidd winked at Blakely.

"Blow your mind up? Like I'm beyond comprehension?" Kidd smiled, taking everything Blakely said as a compliment at this point. Or at least.... Converting everything she said into a compliment. "No partner, huh?" Kidd said, thinking he might have her in the bag. But when she refused to tell him her weapon form straight away, Kidd frowned. "Listen, Blakely, I have something important to tell you." Kidd leaned in closely to Blakely's ear. Kidd grabbed a loose strand of hair that was covering Blakely's ear.

"I'm the brightest star that graces every single universe and galaxy. You're keeping a secret from me, leaving me in the dark, but a star as bright as me isn't used to being left in the dark for too long." Kidd whispered in her ear, before he tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear. To be frank, Kidd didn't know what he was talking about, but he needed to stay witty.

Hawk looked away for a bit, then realized that Rori was still talking to him. He heard his name and looked up curiously, seeing her staring bullets into him. He REALLY did not like being inspected so closely. He shuffled around a bit to try and ease some of the situational awkwardness that befell him. It didn't work. He looked back at her. She seemed to be waiting for something, expecting something. He just kept looking back at her. Eventually, she said something about being a meister, and he responded, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, I'm a weapon." He said, nervously. " I'm somewhat new at the DWMA." He couldn't believe he was sharing so much information about himself. Something about Rori made him want to talk, and he didn't like it.

Kidd waited to see if his magical words had an effect on Blakely. And sure enough, they did. It wasn't the reaction that Kidd wanted to get out of her, but it was another thing that Kidd could mold into a positive situation for himself. "Yep, beyond comprehension." Kidd laughed at Blakely who was having a difficult time trying to find the right words to say.

"Hey, listen. Don't worry about it." Kidd shushed Blakely, putting her awkwardness to rest. "If I got to meet someone as great as myself, I'd probably have a hard time finding the right words to say too!" Kidd confessed, nearly shedding a tear. If his mom were here right now, what would she think? Her baby grew up to have men and women alike stumbling over their own words just to converse with him. It was truly a sight to behold. "I hope you're still not thinking about something to say," Kidd said with a disappointed tone, "You're reading too much into yesterday's paper." Kidd told her, nodding his head in disappointment, whether Blakely was still having a hard time with her words or not.

Hawk was not happy. This was just about the opposite of an ideal situation for him. He really wanted nothing more than for one of those fan girls to sprint in the room and drag Rori away, because he did not want to talk to her. She seemed to be taunting him, almost, with the way she kept persisting with the conversation. He was confused for a second on her comment about him being..."favorable". She couldn't mean...no, there was absolutely no way that they could be a weapon/meister pair. She made him too uncomfortable. He couldn't deal with it. Then she reached out suddenly and touched his arm. He DID feel the electric shock, and it startled him greatly. "Wh-how-why-" he stuttered. "No..." He muttered to himself. It couldn't be, could it? He looked around in bewilderment, at this point willing to accept conversation if it meant not talking to this girl, who intrigued but also intimidated him. Hell, he would even listen to that cocky kid talk instead of this.

Kidd could've rambled on and on, and he probably would've, but he stopped when Blakely decided to manhandle the Man. Kidd was actually taken by surprise when the much smaller, thinner, and much more formidable than expected Blakely shut him down. Kidd's eyes grew wide as she shook him by his shoulders and she grabbed him by his chin with both hands. When she finally let go of Kidd's face, Kidd had to actually take a minute to think of how to react.

"Damn, bit-"

No. Blakely is a savage. I don't want her to get on my case again....

Instead, Kidd crossed his arms and looked in the opposite direction of Blakely. "How am I being the weird one, huh?" Kidd asked her, resisting the urge to look over at the blonde headed girl. "Most people wouldn't even dare treat greatness like that...." Kidd told her, slowly starting to look over at her from the corner of his eye. When Kidd noticed she wasn't giving him the time of day, this really threw him off.

"Look at me when you speak to me!" Kidd waved his hand in her face, doing anything to get her to look at him again. "What are you looking at anyways?" Kidd looked ahead to see the two he'd shouted at again. "Huh. Dude looks a little uncomfortable...." Kidd frowned, pitying the poor sap. There wasn't much to confirm it now, but in Kidd's eyes, the girl was coming on to the quiet kid. And she was coming on a bit too hard.

"Why should I know? Because, we're peers! We're all equals and should not conceal anything from each other!" Kidd stated, being the biggest hypocrite the world's ever known. "I mean, just a few days ago, I went to this grocery store, and the lady working there asked me what my favorite cereal is! Who knows what type of money she could be making with that type of information." Kidd said, obviously offended at the grocery store worker. "And besides, if I have to be releasing valuable info like that, why is it a big deal for me to know what your weapon form is?" Kidd asked Blakely, truly believing that his favorite cereal and her weapon form were at equals in terms of overall importance.

I see that you all have finished your stretches, Professor Thomis said as she slid her chair back and it screeched along the black floor. So for my lesson today. With a flick of her wrist Professor Thomis's pillow became a quilt, and she began slowly walking towards the center of the room. I am going to need everyone against the wall, except. From under her blanket her right arm snapped up, pointer finger and pinky pointing at Blakely and Kidd, and her left arm did the same except pointed at Rori and Hawk instead. Flicked from each of the four finger was a piece of chalk that was moving at an incredible velocity comparable to that of a soul wavelength bullet. As the pieces of chalk flew further and further away the fourstrings that Professor Thomis made her quilt with separated and her quilt unraveled. You four come to the center of the room, promptly. If the chalk hit, then on contact with the piece of skin that was being aimed for (the forehead if it was visible) there would be a little bruise left as the pieces of magenta chalk exploded into dust.

Hawk was still in shock at what had just happened. He couldn't believe that there was some kind of reaction between the two's souls. He was snapped out of his deep thought from Rori. "I don't mean to bother you," she had said. Hawk sighed and replied. "N-no, you're not bothering me, it's just-OW!" He felt the sharp blow straight to the back of his skull, and he fell forwards onto his knees from the impact. "What the hell?" He said to himself. He heard some snickers from the crowd of other students by the wall, and instantly went red. Didn't I say that Hawk didn't like to be embarrassed? He stood up and turned to the teacher, who was now standing towards the middle of the classroom. A faint cloud of magenta dust still lingered around his head, and he made his way slowly toward the teacher.