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At least we have something to do now. I'm sure Matt will get to know Sasha at some point. :P
I mean they're just starter aircraft. I'm sure eventually we'll get to pick a 5th-generation fighter of our choosing. I'm assuming the premise will be those were just the spare planes available. My character will probably take the F-1 Kaizen. I've been slowly crafting my character's history, which starts in Erusea. My only point of confusion is are we going to be in different squadrons or all in one?
Rafale said
Okay, I get it.Think of this as Faceless 2.0, improved, less teens, less arrogance and more thought put into the setting!
Sounds perfect. I'm thinking about a Yuke female character.
Hmm, I have no idea why that would be... :P
Very interested. I was in a fighter pilot RP on the old Guild for a bit and it was quite fun. Plus, Ace Combat 5 and 4 (in that order) are among my favorite games (and storylines) ever.
Don't worry about it! I'm not mad or anything, just pointing it out :P It happens, and I have been inactive for a while. Carry on! :D
Sasha's location: Room E302 (biology)
Sasha became confused once again when the teacher told the class to open their books to page 83. What books? she thought. Not knowing what else to do, she looked around and eventually underneath her desk to find a textbook labeled "BIOLOGY" and a pencil. She grinned a little as she deduced the Olympians must have provided her with these supplies, since everyone else seemed to have brought theirs - a point proven moments later when a boy from a few rows behind her raised his hand (is that the custom for asking a question? she thought) and said he didn't have a textbook. Sasha was comforted knowing she wasn't the only one who had no idea what she was doing. After turning her book to page 83, she looked around again and noticed that everyone else had a book of blank pages of some sort, which she assumed was for taking notes, and wondered if the teacher (or the other students) would remark on her lack of a notebook - she remembered everything permanently after one reading or hearing so she wouldn't have to take any notes. The teacher began teaching the lesson beginning on page 83 and Sasha gradually drifted away from what the teacher was saying as she immersed herself in the book. She read page after page quickly, learning things about a subject she knew nothing about. She was already on the next chapter when the teacher walked up to her.
"Sasha, since you seem to be so interested in the book, can you tell the rest of the class what the key organelle in photosynthesis is?" The teacher asked, intending to catch Sasha red-handed not paying attention. "Chloroplasts," Sasha responded immediately without looking down at her book. The teacher raised one eyebrow, not expecting a correct answer. "And where is that in the book?" the teacher countered. Some of the class murmured on how hard the teacher was being. "Page 86, paragraph 2," Sasha responded, again without looking down. The teacher took Sasha's book, flipped a few pages and then gave it back to her. "That is...correct," the teacher said, visibly vexed. She was about to walk away when her eyebrows popped up, presumably from a thought she had. She was a mood to test Sasha. She took Sasha's book again and looked at it, saying, "What sentence?" More murmuring. "The third one," Sasha responded. The teacher handed the book back. "Alright, I give up. Carry on," she said and stepped away to continue the lesson to the entire class.
What an odd first day, Sasha thought.
Sasha became confused once again when the teacher told the class to open their books to page 83. What books? she thought. Not knowing what else to do, she looked around and eventually underneath her desk to find a textbook labeled "BIOLOGY" and a pencil. She grinned a little as she deduced the Olympians must have provided her with these supplies, since everyone else seemed to have brought theirs - a point proven moments later when a boy from a few rows behind her raised his hand (is that the custom for asking a question? she thought) and said he didn't have a textbook. Sasha was comforted knowing she wasn't the only one who had no idea what she was doing. After turning her book to page 83, she looked around again and noticed that everyone else had a book of blank pages of some sort, which she assumed was for taking notes, and wondered if the teacher (or the other students) would remark on her lack of a notebook - she remembered everything permanently after one reading or hearing so she wouldn't have to take any notes. The teacher began teaching the lesson beginning on page 83 and Sasha gradually drifted away from what the teacher was saying as she immersed herself in the book. She read page after page quickly, learning things about a subject she knew nothing about. She was already on the next chapter when the teacher walked up to her.
"Sasha, since you seem to be so interested in the book, can you tell the rest of the class what the key organelle in photosynthesis is?" The teacher asked, intending to catch Sasha red-handed not paying attention. "Chloroplasts," Sasha responded immediately without looking down at her book. The teacher raised one eyebrow, not expecting a correct answer. "And where is that in the book?" the teacher countered. Some of the class murmured on how hard the teacher was being. "Page 86, paragraph 2," Sasha responded, again without looking down. The teacher took Sasha's book, flipped a few pages and then gave it back to her. "That is...correct," the teacher said, visibly vexed. She was about to walk away when her eyebrows popped up, presumably from a thought she had. She was a mood to test Sasha. She took Sasha's book again and looked at it, saying, "What sentence?" More murmuring. "The third one," Sasha responded. The teacher handed the book back. "Alright, I give up. Carry on," she said and stepped away to continue the lesson to the entire class.
What an odd first day, Sasha thought.
Interesting concept of doing a quiz as a character. Also: the "she turned back and continued writing about the girl she wished she were" in your last post is awesome.
(Nobody in that English class apparently noticed the interaction between Sasha and Miss Peabody :P)
(Nobody in that English class apparently noticed the interaction between Sasha and Miss Peabody :P)
Finally got the time to post! :D I put Sasha where Matt said he was going.
Sasha's location: library
Sasha had experienced many lifetimes' worth of experience during her time on Earth as a goddess, but she had never experienced - nor heard anyone recount - the public school bell system. In fact, she hardly knew what classes were - everything she knew she was taught by her Olympian family and the humans she came across in the world. She had never attended or heard someone talk about attending a school and so it was not in her vast memory banks. So, when the Academy's bell began ringing, she assumed it was some kind of alarm. But for what? Confused, she got up from her seat in the library and walked outside into the hall. She expected pandemonium and was greeted with students casually and even reluctantly walking through the halls, all in the same direction. Now even more confused, Sasha joined the flow of students until she eventually sidestepped into a room, hoping to find out a little more about what was going on. The room that she saw had a large group of students sitting at desks and a woman just sitting down at her own desk that faced the others. Sasha glanced at the chalkboard and saw a simple instruction on it: "Write a paper about yourselves". This didn't help and Sasha noticed at that point that basically the entire group of students was staring at her. Whether it was because she was out of place or because she was a goddess she wasn't sure, but she deduced that the woman in the front that was now staring at her as well was the teacher, and decided to ask her for help. She walked up to her and began, instinctively speaking quietly.
"I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but I really have no idea what I'm doing. I've never been to a school before and I'm not exactly sure where I'm supposed to be."
The teacher had had a frustrated look at first, but after Sasha spoke to her her face changed to a gentler one. "Don't worry, that's normal here," the teacher responded. She looked down at a piece of paper that had a roster of students not just in her class but in the entire Academy. "What's your name?" she asked. "Sasha Irani," Sasha responded. The teacher thumbed through a few pages and then stopped, looking back up at Sasha. "The Goddess of Memory, is that you?" "It is," Sasha responded simply. "Well, my records show that you should be in biology class right now. Does that help?" the teacher responded. Sasha thought for a moment. "Not really," Sasha replied. "I know what biology is but I don't know what 'class' is." The teacher smiled. "As a student your job is to learn. You learn things by going to class, which is where you sit in a room such as this one and a teacher such as myself lectures you on a specific subject. This is an English class, so I will be teaching these students English. Your biology class will teach you about biology," the teacher explained. Sasha looked confused. "Is something wrong?" asked the teacher. "No, everything's fine...it's just, everyone here seems to be already fully competent in English. What needs to be taught?" responded Sasha. "Well, things like how to write well, how to use grammar correctly, or how to discuss literature," the teacher responded. "I thought that was basic knowledge though," said Sasha. The teacher chuckled a little. "Remember Miss Sasha, not everyone is a goddess or has the memory that you have," the teacher responded. "Now, you should probably get to your biology class now. It's in room E302. Can you find that?" Sasha paused. Room E302 was the room she appeared in when she first arrived at the Academy. "I think so," she responded, smiling. "Thank you for your help, miss." And with that, she turned and left.
She quickly found room E302 and walked in. The teacher was still taking attendance and welcomed Sasha in, who tentatively sat down at the nearest available desk in the front row. Conveniently, Sasha's name was called almost immediately after she sat down. "Sasha Irani?" the teacher called. "That's me," Sasha replied, and the teacher nodded back at her and checked her name in the roster. Sasha relaxed a little as other names were called. Students were still trickling in and Sasha wondered if anyone she had met so far would be in the class.
Sasha's updated location: Room E302 (biology)
Sasha had experienced many lifetimes' worth of experience during her time on Earth as a goddess, but she had never experienced - nor heard anyone recount - the public school bell system. In fact, she hardly knew what classes were - everything she knew she was taught by her Olympian family and the humans she came across in the world. She had never attended or heard someone talk about attending a school and so it was not in her vast memory banks. So, when the Academy's bell began ringing, she assumed it was some kind of alarm. But for what? Confused, she got up from her seat in the library and walked outside into the hall. She expected pandemonium and was greeted with students casually and even reluctantly walking through the halls, all in the same direction. Now even more confused, Sasha joined the flow of students until she eventually sidestepped into a room, hoping to find out a little more about what was going on. The room that she saw had a large group of students sitting at desks and a woman just sitting down at her own desk that faced the others. Sasha glanced at the chalkboard and saw a simple instruction on it: "Write a paper about yourselves". This didn't help and Sasha noticed at that point that basically the entire group of students was staring at her. Whether it was because she was out of place or because she was a goddess she wasn't sure, but she deduced that the woman in the front that was now staring at her as well was the teacher, and decided to ask her for help. She walked up to her and began, instinctively speaking quietly.
"I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but I really have no idea what I'm doing. I've never been to a school before and I'm not exactly sure where I'm supposed to be."
The teacher had had a frustrated look at first, but after Sasha spoke to her her face changed to a gentler one. "Don't worry, that's normal here," the teacher responded. She looked down at a piece of paper that had a roster of students not just in her class but in the entire Academy. "What's your name?" she asked. "Sasha Irani," Sasha responded. The teacher thumbed through a few pages and then stopped, looking back up at Sasha. "The Goddess of Memory, is that you?" "It is," Sasha responded simply. "Well, my records show that you should be in biology class right now. Does that help?" the teacher responded. Sasha thought for a moment. "Not really," Sasha replied. "I know what biology is but I don't know what 'class' is." The teacher smiled. "As a student your job is to learn. You learn things by going to class, which is where you sit in a room such as this one and a teacher such as myself lectures you on a specific subject. This is an English class, so I will be teaching these students English. Your biology class will teach you about biology," the teacher explained. Sasha looked confused. "Is something wrong?" asked the teacher. "No, everything's fine...it's just, everyone here seems to be already fully competent in English. What needs to be taught?" responded Sasha. "Well, things like how to write well, how to use grammar correctly, or how to discuss literature," the teacher responded. "I thought that was basic knowledge though," said Sasha. The teacher chuckled a little. "Remember Miss Sasha, not everyone is a goddess or has the memory that you have," the teacher responded. "Now, you should probably get to your biology class now. It's in room E302. Can you find that?" Sasha paused. Room E302 was the room she appeared in when she first arrived at the Academy. "I think so," she responded, smiling. "Thank you for your help, miss." And with that, she turned and left.
She quickly found room E302 and walked in. The teacher was still taking attendance and welcomed Sasha in, who tentatively sat down at the nearest available desk in the front row. Conveniently, Sasha's name was called almost immediately after she sat down. "Sasha Irani?" the teacher called. "That's me," Sasha replied, and the teacher nodded back at her and checked her name in the roster. Sasha relaxed a little as other names were called. Students were still trickling in and Sasha wondered if anyone she had met so far would be in the class.
Sasha's updated location: Room E302 (biology)
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