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@liferusher I'm really sorry, I swear it's normal of me to dotch a group RP like this. A recap will be great!
Pardon the lack of detail. I probably missed a lot of stuff, too.
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I want to say about 5-7 minutes or so.
Lunch would've been about 25ish minutes, with a further 15ish minutes to go to the library and do information backups, with the rest of the time spent in transit.
I want to say about 5-7 minutes or so.
Lunch would've been about 25ish minutes, with a further 15ish minutes to go to the library and do information backups, with the rest of the time spent in transit.
Brunhilde
Brunhilde took Vallen's bow as a cue to do the same. It was the same as it had been in her old martial arts lessons, and that was rather comforting to her. It was a sort of structure that she was very familiar with, and acted as a constant reminder to do exactly as instructed. No more, no less. She stood in the Ready stance as she had been taught in her childhood.
"Brunhilde, enjoy your break? Here at the academy, while we are a school, we consider ourself above and more free from the standard structure they impose. For example punishment and reward.
Free from restraints, how would you discipline tardiness and reward attentiveness in your class?
Free from restraints, how would you discipline tardiness and reward attentiveness in your class?
The question came as a bit of a surprise to Brunhilde. She was completely unaware that they had been learning administrative and disciplinary techniques. She was, of course, aware (judging from the immediately prior conversation) that they were in some sort of class, and she was definitely supposed to be present - and the man six feet away next to her was both her teacher and a fellow student at the same time. Whatever-this-guy's-name-was, standing at the front of the class, reminded her of Master Pete Dyer in how he carried himself.
"I am unqualified to answer questions regarding time or focus, sir. However, were I to find myself to be an instructor, I would require late students to make up a multiple of the lost time, and to inform me when they believed that they were due to leave, rather than me informing them that they are dismissed at the end. They would learn to manage their time better, or risk wasting it. All this within reason of course, sir. I cannot answer on the matter of attentiveness."
The question was somewhat of a landmine. She knew fully well that were she to encounter a student similar to herself under that system, then they would likely end up spending many hours longer than intended together. A student with effectively inexhaustible mental fortitude and no concept of time would be a nightmare as a teacher, and she couldn't very well think of a way around that problem short of using an egg timer with a sticky note on it. And the issue of attentiveness wasn't one that she had ever given thought to - and even if she had, she wouldn't know that she had. Paying attention was the only thing that permitted her to not be completely lost and useless, and she could genuinely not comprehend not doing so at this point.
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...Oh. Oh.
I just realized your sig was from No Leaf Clover. +1 respect.
Sam looked down at the trembling man in the robe. It was pitiful, but then, most wizards were. Bookworms were like that, and most wizards were bookworms, by nature of the position. Admirable in a way, though. Sam was curious as to how his performances could have been enhanced had he spent the time to sit down and learn some magic of his own, but there was no time to find that out anymore. He answered the wizard in the Slith's place. "She's here for the job - the same as you and I, I assume. Or she's here to kill you and is trying to determine whether she can do the job. But honestly, she had her chance for that on the approach, so that probably isn't it."
Sam walked, one foot directly in front of the other, down one of the remaining roofing beams that supported the thatching, and dropped down in front of the inn door, which he opened and entered. A sense that he should probably act with some degree of mild courtesy struck him as he closed the door behind him, and he reopened it, sticking his head out for a moment to speak.
"That knight is probably awake by now, or will be shortly. When you're done pissing yourself, wizard, feel free to join me. And you as well, whatever-your-likely-extremely-difficult-to-pronounce-name-is."
The door closed again.
Sam walked, one foot directly in front of the other, down one of the remaining roofing beams that supported the thatching, and dropped down in front of the inn door, which he opened and entered. A sense that he should probably act with some degree of mild courtesy struck him as he closed the door behind him, and he reopened it, sticking his head out for a moment to speak.
"That knight is probably awake by now, or will be shortly. When you're done pissing yourself, wizard, feel free to join me. And you as well, whatever-your-likely-extremely-difficult-to-pronounce-name-is."
The door closed again.
Brunhilde
"Hmmm.... Sunning? No that wasn't it... Uuuuhh..."
Brunhilde's mind was still set on the copies, so she made one last, very important point before she forgot completely. She didn't really care if it made her sound paranoid - she'd been doing this long enough to know on some level that it'd be absolutely catastrophic if she lost every single piece of information she had.
"If anything bad happens to the diary - burning, falling in a river, being destroyed some other way, anything - then give these back to me. I'd like to at least make sure that I know where I am, what I'm doing, and who I can trust if that happens."
Emi was a little bit distracted at that moment, though. She was looking out the window for inspiration, and was surprised by something-or-other, which worried Brunhilde a little bit. Not much, though. Emi seemed to be the sort to be surprised by pretty much anything unexpected at all.
"Hehehe, I suppose we should hurry to the lesson. I kinda didn't pay attention to the time."
Brunhilde went ever-so-slightly red for a few moments. Emi was obviously a tiiiiny bit stressed when she checked the time, so that meant they were late. Being late was rather embarrassing, even if she did have an excuse - and a rather good one, at that. It wasn't a terribly far walk, thankfully. Still, more important things to worry about at that second - like the copies she was handing over. She very lightly prodded Emi with the papers in offering.
"...Yeah. Let's get going."
She took Emi's hand obediently, then not-so-obediently dragged Emi along behind her on the way to where she instinctively knew the lesson was. She felt she'd walked that path at some point, so she didn't really question where her feet were taking her, and Emi would probably correct her if she took a wrong turn. A couple minutes of walking across campus brought them back to the courtyard, where Avarius and Vallen were waiting, and she had no recollection of having been late in the first place, or even what they had been learning in class. They were five minutes late.
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