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Current Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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I sound like a broken record, but only 2 months left till I'm done teaching. Not sure what's next, but it feels like anything would pay more and be less stressful lol
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11 mos ago
Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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2 yrs ago
Teacher update: I feel like a villain from a cartoon. The laughter of teenagers gives me migraines, and I no longer feel guilt when giving bad grades to kids that sleep through my lessons.
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2 yrs ago
First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
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Sorry if it's a bit sloppy, I just got back from work a little bit ago.


Interested, if there is room.

Claiming 4.

Edit:Will post tomorrow, probably around 4.
As his companions walked over, Kishi felt confident that they would remain. Zectoll had just finished his first hunt, and surely must have been tired after consuming so much meat. Lomen seemed like the type to hunt alone, but the funeral ceremony might scare that thought from his mind. As he pondered this the sight of Xaal's mangled corpse returned to the forefront of his thoughts. The young goblin had been... difficult, but he was family dammit. Kishi slowly gazed over the corpse. Scratch marks permeated every piece of flesh that remained, and the bones that stuck out like daggers of white rock had dozens of bite marks. A once-over of Isurta proved not much difference. The thought of their demise reminded Kishi of that cold, numbing sensation he felt 4 days ago, and fear immediately leaped at his heart. Not the fear he felt with the wolves, no, he could run from that. This was a deep seeded, immense fear, a sense of helplessness. The though chilled him to the bones. The bones marked by teeth. It was at this moment the, now unfeeling and cold voice in his mind injected more information in Kishi's mind.

Mortality.

It was at this moment that Kishi's body became cold as ice, and Zectoll exclaimed a response.

"Maybe it is just a coincidence, just a random dream. But I feel that somehow in death their strength flowed into me, and lifted whatever curse it was that afflicted me.I will do whatever I can to help in the burial ceremony. Hunting can wait, I would rather see this task to its end here and now".

Kishi turned to the young goblin and, in place of rage at the comment and joy at the assistance, responded in a monotone.

"Thank you, brother Zectoll. I appreciate the help."

Lomen also voiced his opinion on the matter of hunting, and laid out an apology.

"I agree with Zectoll. It is best to give the dead a proper burial. And Kishi, I apologize for my comment earlier. I have no idea what the experience must have been for you so I am sorry if I have offended you in any way. Grandpa, please show us the ceremony so we can give them a proper burial. After the ceremony if you two would like I can show you how to skin the wolf."

"I appreciate that, Lomen. Your comment had offended me slightly, but it doesn't matter."

After he said this, another thought reverberated throughout Kishi's mind.

None of this matters.




After digging the holes underneath the two stones, grandfather had begun to recite some scripture in a tongue that had no meaning to Kishi. All he thought about the entire service was his own body, cruelly twisted and mutilated in the same way these bodies had been. Grandfather placed numerous small flowers on top of their gravestones.

"They were born, they then lived, before they died. Death tulips meant to signify death we are sorry they died so soon."

A new fear, one that made his hunger look like a spark and his fear of the wolves akin to a flame, shined through his being like the distant sun.

The fear of death.


We should just skip altforcasual, until they come back on at least.
Will post later today
Going to list out possible player relationships for Kurt that could have occurred before IC started. Anyone mentioned, please PM me so you can tell me whether or not this is okay with you.


Kishi smiled lightly at the exclamation Zectoll made, and Lomen's calm response to his flattery. As Zectoll began to violently rip into the wolf, Lomen decided to advise Kishi on his rage.

"If we are to eat, we must do it fast. I will skin the wolf to show more meat so Kishi and Zectoll, please eat fast. The smell of blood may attract other beasts and I want to stay alive. Kishi, we have avenged your fallen comrades and now are stronger for it. I am impressed by your bravery to start the strike and I look forwards to the next hunt. Although I hope you do not learn to hate the wolves for what they have done. All they do is kill to eat, grow, and survive. Much like us at the current moment and only the strong survive it seems."

Kishi nods in acknowledged this with statement with a nod, before echoing out a lie.

"Thank you for the advice, Lomen. I will take that to heart. However, I hope we will be able to kill more wolves. Even if not for vengeance, they prove very useful."

In reality, Kishi didn't give a damn what Lomen thought about his vow for revenge. He wasn't there. He didn't see people die in front of his eyes. He had no damn clue how Kishi felt.

Kishi smiled lightly.

"Come, let us feast on our kill."

Kishi wandered over to Zectoll, who had just finished slurping down the second lung of the beast. It really amazed Kishi how hungry the young goblin must have been, having gone through nearly a day without food. Kishi quickly sliced off one of the legs of the beast, being careful to remove the meat from the pelt, as Lomen asked. As he began to consume his second meal this day, he decided to voice out his claim to the wolves.

"If I may, I would also appreciate a pelt from the other wolf. I already have a rabbit left from my previous hunt, so Zectoll may have all the meat. If either of you have any bones you will not use, please give them to me."

Despite the horrible start, Kishi's life seemed to take a turn for the better.




As the cave mouth came into view, the thought that he may have been the leader during this excursion soon crosses Kishi's mind. Despite the sense of fear and anxiety he felt when he considered the possibility of being a leader during his first hunt, this time the thought of it made him much less afraid than before. After all... nobody died this time.

The graves were in sight, and Kishi gently set down Xaal's corpse, while Lomen did the same. As he did so, Grandpa arrived to begin work on a proper burial. He began to talk to Kishi.

"Young one, you were the last one to see these two alive. Would you like to help me in commemorating their bodies?"

"I... I must decline. I knew their names, and that was it. If I gave a commemoration, it would be like spitting in their faces. I refuse to use their deaths as an excuse to get attention..."

"Thank you for worrying about me, Grandfather. You have no idea how much it means to me. And also... Please watch over their bodies. I need to be the one to bury them. If Zectoll and Lomen are done hunting, I will begin the burial. If not, I must protect them so they do not share the same fate."


Kishi slowly bows his head to Grandpa, before turning back towards his companions questioningly.


Will post later today
Kurt angrily marched down the street, his cheek still stinging. Earlier that day, he had attempted to court a woman who was... not appreciative of the action, to say the least. As he pondered the thought of going to work, he silently shook his head. It was far too difficult to get a vacation day today, arguably one of the busiest times for the MDU. Despite the complaining his squad mates generated, the day was no where near as pleasant as he thought it would be. While not particularly warm outside, the streets were abuzz with activity, making it feel 10 degrees warmer. Not only that, but Kurt bumped into people nearly every 20 steps. Sure, it was nice when he walked into a hot girl, but most of the people walking around were old farts. Kurt sighed. If only he was at the docks right now. That would surely clear his mind.

The commotion was expected. Today was the 35th anniversary of Mundin's founding, so of course it's a big deal. Then again, Kurt could not care less. Today sucked just as much as any other day. That was what Kurt genuinely believed, until he remembered how his squad mates complained about not being able to get any of the food that was being laid out. He quickly began to turn, and head for St. Jeanne's Plaza, glad he didn't have to cook another one of his god awful meals tonight. The fireworks that were planned didn't appeal to him nearly as much. After all, life wasn't a drama, where the the protagonist and his love interest kiss under the light of giant explosions in the sky. And fireworks were a lot less interesting when there were people who could shoot them from their hands. And even less so if you have ever had someone like that shooting at you.

Pushing these thoughts aside, Kurt made quick progress towards St. Jeanne's Plaza, most likely due to the fact that he was following the flow of people. The area was filled to the bursting point, and Kurt immediately began to search for anyone he recognized from the MDU. The only thing that would be sweeter than hitting on girls who would probably reject him, was acting smug in front of the poor saps who have to work through this crap. After several attempts, he eventually gave up on searching for people he knew, and instead searched for those he did not know. After all, standing alone would make him appear to be a friendless loser who came here alone.

And only two of those descriptors were correct.
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