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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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Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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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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First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
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Samuel continued to eat his portion of the large meal spread before the group. Truly, whoever made it must have known what they were doing, as the dish was incredibly delicious. Samuel took note that even the fairy spirit, Tania, was picking off pieces from other people's plates. Across from him, Vilivyn decided to finally speak to Samuel directly, causing him to nearly choke in surprise. After all, since they met yesterday, the two had not shared a single word with each other. While her request was slightly hesitant, Samuel was perfectly fine with it. He was the oldest person here, so maybe some of the other people were simply nervous around him. Samuel quickly assured the young demon that everything was alright.
"Of course you may hold him, I don't mind. Besides, he seems much more tired than usual."
Samuel waves his hand dismissively, in an attempt to show how trivial the question was. At the very least, the young lady was much more respectful than her attire would lead one to believe. A warm arm wrapped around Samuel's shoulder, causing him to stiffen slightly, until he realized that it was only Okami. His muscles relaxed as he listened to Okami's speech. Samuel responded to the questioning.
"I am more than ready to begin when everyone else is."
"Of course you may hold him, I don't mind. Besides, he seems much more tired than usual."
Samuel waves his hand dismissively, in an attempt to show how trivial the question was. At the very least, the young lady was much more respectful than her attire would lead one to believe. A warm arm wrapped around Samuel's shoulder, causing him to stiffen slightly, until he realized that it was only Okami. His muscles relaxed as he listened to Okami's speech. Samuel responded to the questioning.
"I am more than ready to begin when everyone else is."
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Before Kishi had begun to carve into the wall, Stegs had announced his own idea for the use of the petals in his possession. While the idea of adhering them to armor was unique and seemed productive, Kishi spotted some problems with the idea that would put it's effectiveness lower than it's cost.
"That's a good idea, Brother Stegs, but I doubt it would be as easy as you make it out to be. To start with, you would need some type of armor in the first place, and leather is harder to obtain then it appears. Additionally, you would need a large number of the petals for them to be of any use, and placing them on the armor would be time consuming and quite tedious. Also, a beast that attacks with claws and horns would be less effected from armor than they would by simply bashing into their sides with a buckler. Finally, as seems to be a problem with a majority of the creations I have in mind, we would need large amounts of adhesive to hold the petals to the armor."
Kishi took a large breath after finishing his long-winded rant, before turning back to his schematics. He had begun to make decent progress, before his mind was returned to the wolf skin that was in his corner. The topic of armor had made him realize that it was easily possible to turn the skin into a type of leather armor... If it wasn't raining. Kishi silently cursed the gods, before having another epiphany: The gods were clearly real, if Grandfather's speeches and Lomen's murmured prayers were anything to go off of... But that would mean they were perfectly fine with watching the goblins struggle to survive and die. They did nothing to prevent Isurta's and Xaal's deaths... This grim line of thought was broken with the arrival of Zectoll, bearing a strange new weapon.
It was kind of Zectoll to gift Kishi with the bones, but Kishi grew slightly worried for his brother. Would a weapon with such small reach really assist in combat? Kishi would have felt much less anxious for his brother if he chose to keep the spear... But Kishi took the spear back anyways. Their was no point in worrying for Zectoll. After all, it would only be a futile effort, and Kishi needed to retain as much energy as he could if he planned to build a pit trap the next day. After all, a semi-stable source of food was the most important part of keeping the goblins safe and happy.
"Thank you Brother Zectoll, I hope my weapon has served you well. I am glad to see that you have created your own weapons! Maybe you'll take after me? Ha Ha Ha! But... Why did you name the weapon? It isn't really my place to ask, but a weapon is a tool, not something that is deserving of a name."
After asking his question, Kishi once again returned to his planning, voicing out the rest of his concerns as he continued to sketch out his plans. Now, he was stuck with a very obsolete weapon... and almost on cue, the voice of a goblin known as Lux spoke to Kishi. His reputation was far larger than he had anticipated... Kishi spoke out, responding to the young goblin.
"My spears are very basic, and are far from my proudest work. To be completely honest, their current design is a mess... If only I had an adhesive... Oh, but if you want one, I have one that has been recently returned."
As he began to hand Zectoll's spear to the young goblin, a thought echoed throughout Kishi's mind, and he yelled to the rest of the cave's inhabitants.
"If anyone needs anything made, come to goblin Kishi!"
Satisfied with this, Kishi continued his sketching, having just finished a basic outline of the moat and it's structure and moving onto a map of the cavern's insides. Being sure to mark specific landmarks (Such as "Kishi's Korner", "Grandpa's Grove", and the "Goblin Graveyard"), Kishi continued to mark out the all of the cavern's insides that he had explored, before moving onto the basic areas he had explored outside of the cave. All the while, Kishi planned how to tan the wolf's hide, creating a leather for Kishi to use however he saw fit.
"That's a good idea, Brother Stegs, but I doubt it would be as easy as you make it out to be. To start with, you would need some type of armor in the first place, and leather is harder to obtain then it appears. Additionally, you would need a large number of the petals for them to be of any use, and placing them on the armor would be time consuming and quite tedious. Also, a beast that attacks with claws and horns would be less effected from armor than they would by simply bashing into their sides with a buckler. Finally, as seems to be a problem with a majority of the creations I have in mind, we would need large amounts of adhesive to hold the petals to the armor."
Kishi took a large breath after finishing his long-winded rant, before turning back to his schematics. He had begun to make decent progress, before his mind was returned to the wolf skin that was in his corner. The topic of armor had made him realize that it was easily possible to turn the skin into a type of leather armor... If it wasn't raining. Kishi silently cursed the gods, before having another epiphany: The gods were clearly real, if Grandfather's speeches and Lomen's murmured prayers were anything to go off of... But that would mean they were perfectly fine with watching the goblins struggle to survive and die. They did nothing to prevent Isurta's and Xaal's deaths... This grim line of thought was broken with the arrival of Zectoll, bearing a strange new weapon.
It was kind of Zectoll to gift Kishi with the bones, but Kishi grew slightly worried for his brother. Would a weapon with such small reach really assist in combat? Kishi would have felt much less anxious for his brother if he chose to keep the spear... But Kishi took the spear back anyways. Their was no point in worrying for Zectoll. After all, it would only be a futile effort, and Kishi needed to retain as much energy as he could if he planned to build a pit trap the next day. After all, a semi-stable source of food was the most important part of keeping the goblins safe and happy.
"Thank you Brother Zectoll, I hope my weapon has served you well. I am glad to see that you have created your own weapons! Maybe you'll take after me? Ha Ha Ha! But... Why did you name the weapon? It isn't really my place to ask, but a weapon is a tool, not something that is deserving of a name."
After asking his question, Kishi once again returned to his planning, voicing out the rest of his concerns as he continued to sketch out his plans. Now, he was stuck with a very obsolete weapon... and almost on cue, the voice of a goblin known as Lux spoke to Kishi. His reputation was far larger than he had anticipated... Kishi spoke out, responding to the young goblin.
"My spears are very basic, and are far from my proudest work. To be completely honest, their current design is a mess... If only I had an adhesive... Oh, but if you want one, I have one that has been recently returned."
As he began to hand Zectoll's spear to the young goblin, a thought echoed throughout Kishi's mind, and he yelled to the rest of the cave's inhabitants.
"If anyone needs anything made, come to goblin Kishi!"
Satisfied with this, Kishi continued his sketching, having just finished a basic outline of the moat and it's structure and moving onto a map of the cavern's insides. Being sure to mark specific landmarks (Such as "Kishi's Korner", "Grandpa's Grove", and the "Goblin Graveyard"), Kishi continued to mark out the all of the cavern's insides that he had explored, before moving onto the basic areas he had explored outside of the cave. All the while, Kishi planned how to tan the wolf's hide, creating a leather for Kishi to use however he saw fit.
Will post after @Loki Odinson
Daichi stood stoically in the doorway, covering every open crevice. While he did so, he heard the murmur of Sazama as she whispered into the communicator resting on her ear. Luckily, a message was replied in Daichi's own communicator, and Shoko was coming to his aid! Daichi remained still, and would have looked incredibly threatening in the dark light of the abandoned floor. Had he not been shaking violently and clawing at the small form of a girl clinging to his entire body. As she was undressing, Daichi's convulsions had started, which were only exemplified by Sazama moving towards him. W-was she attracted to a monster like him? Daichi was never into a person in that way before, but he always enjoyed the idea of possibly getting into a relationship. To be honest, Daichi didn't even feel anything sexual when she removed her clothing, just a profound unease and awkwardness. Maybe he was just really popular? As she wrapped her arms around Daichi and held him with strength that was clearly far stronger than someone of her size, Daichi realized why she had removed her clothes... And also why she had preemptively apologized.
An intense burning sensation crossed throughout Daichi's body wherever she touched. Daichi, having just realized that she also possessed inhuman strength, was unable to notice that her heat was emitted through her tattoos, which he had believed were aesthetic. This was probably because he was too busy trying to claw her off of him, to no avail. She had successfully dug her hands into his shoulder blades, gripping his stone-like flesh with her life. Daichi began to wonder if she might be hurt from the hard texture, before a familiar voice nearly caused him to weep in joy.
Shoko made it! And she... looks a little strange... Daichi didn't notice how awkward it must have been to walk in on a girl clinging onto a monster with barely any clothes on like her life depended on it. Following her orders, Daichi quickly decided that the best bet was to take her with him. Daichi wrapped an arm around Sazama's torso, Daichi grabbed the hostage before turning and running towards the stairway to the roof. Obviously, the light would impede Daichi's capabilities... And that was also why having this girl cling to him was so dangerous. She glowed like a human-sized nightlight, and Daichi could feel him grow weaker as she grew brighter, and hotter.
Shoko's message over the communicator was an ingenious plan, and Daichi was not at all surprised that he had not thought of it. Jumping from the roof of a three-story building, while obviously suicidal for a normal human, would only hurt Daichi moderately. Compared to having the living hot plate attached to him... Daichi was definitely going to pick the former. Daichi ran up the stairway, and made sure to hold onto the girl very tightly. As he did so, he finally burst onto the rooftop, and continued his run, before the heat began to become unbearable. Completely ignoring Shoko, Daichi threw the hostage to her side, and barreled his way to the edge of the roof top, before jumping off into the air.
While there, he remembered his fear of heights. His grip on Sazama tightened even further as this realization struck him. The things he had to do to get get extra credit...
An intense burning sensation crossed throughout Daichi's body wherever she touched. Daichi, having just realized that she also possessed inhuman strength, was unable to notice that her heat was emitted through her tattoos, which he had believed were aesthetic. This was probably because he was too busy trying to claw her off of him, to no avail. She had successfully dug her hands into his shoulder blades, gripping his stone-like flesh with her life. Daichi began to wonder if she might be hurt from the hard texture, before a familiar voice nearly caused him to weep in joy.
Shoko made it! And she... looks a little strange... Daichi didn't notice how awkward it must have been to walk in on a girl clinging onto a monster with barely any clothes on like her life depended on it. Following her orders, Daichi quickly decided that the best bet was to take her with him. Daichi wrapped an arm around Sazama's torso, Daichi grabbed the hostage before turning and running towards the stairway to the roof. Obviously, the light would impede Daichi's capabilities... And that was also why having this girl cling to him was so dangerous. She glowed like a human-sized nightlight, and Daichi could feel him grow weaker as she grew brighter, and hotter.
Shoko's message over the communicator was an ingenious plan, and Daichi was not at all surprised that he had not thought of it. Jumping from the roof of a three-story building, while obviously suicidal for a normal human, would only hurt Daichi moderately. Compared to having the living hot plate attached to him... Daichi was definitely going to pick the former. Daichi ran up the stairway, and made sure to hold onto the girl very tightly. As he did so, he finally burst onto the rooftop, and continued his run, before the heat began to become unbearable. Completely ignoring Shoko, Daichi threw the hostage to her side, and barreled his way to the edge of the roof top, before jumping off into the air.
While there, he remembered his fear of heights. His grip on Sazama tightened even further as this realization struck him. The things he had to do to get get extra credit...
Will post sometime today or early afternoon tomorrow.
Will post sometime soon
The infiltration went almost too well. Of course, Robert did look exactly like a Britannian, so it was to be expected. Then again, it was truly remarkable how General Sho was able to obtain these uniforms. Robert smiled absentmindedly, lightly tracing his hand over the white cloth of his lab coat. Even in a foreign, hostile area, he still had a lab coat to keep him comfort. The uniforms authenticity, coupled with the average incompetence of a Britannian, resulted in the group easily passing by any patrols they encountered. The jeep they were inside bumped along the landing area, causing Robert to feel slightly nauseous. As he grumbled, a decently-sized weapon was placed into Robert's hands, and he looked longingly at the pistols being deposited next to the others. Robert leaned over to the Shiomi and the Russian, before quietly making a remark.
"I have no damn clue how this thing works. Anyone want to trade?"
If one of them did, then Robert would take the pistol, before sliding into an inner pocket of his lab coat. If not, he would whine a little, and sit with the sub machine gun in his lap. Either way, he would constantly look over his shoulder, expecting a Britannian to be feet away, weapons drawn. Garcia made a rather amusing comment, and Robert chuckled heartily.
"It's just like the EU military, except you have less of a chance to be shot on sight, and it smells nicer!"
Robert laughed heartily, before quickly stopping as the base came into view in the distance. Say what you want about Britannia, it sure as hell knows how to build a base... or they have much more funding than Robert had initially predicted. Garcia, or as Robert liked to refer to him, Joker, reminded the group to not speak Japanese. Robert smiled slightly. Of all the languages he knew, Japanese was his weakness, and his accent and poor pronunciation shined through as if uninhibited. Comparatively, however, his English was incredibly proficient, mainly due to the incredible concentration of Knightmare schematics being written in the language. Robert was confident he could fake his way in, and blame any mistakes he made as simply being stationed in area eleven for too damn long. Following the hackers advice, Robert grabbed one of the helmets, gently lowering it over his face. While his peripheral vision suffered slightly, and he looked just like these idiots running all over the base, he was much less recognizable. While Robert didn't know the extent of his reputation, the Britannians were not people someone could take risks with.
The jeep soon slowed to a stop, and Robert stepped out immediately, a little carsick. He had already decided to act like a perfectly loyal and subservient Britannian dog, following the orders of his "Commander", Garcia. All he had to do now was make his way into a heavily guarded Britannian military base, successfully hack into the enemy Knightmares, and escape without being pumped full of lead and murderlation. No pressure or anything.
"I have no damn clue how this thing works. Anyone want to trade?"
If one of them did, then Robert would take the pistol, before sliding into an inner pocket of his lab coat. If not, he would whine a little, and sit with the sub machine gun in his lap. Either way, he would constantly look over his shoulder, expecting a Britannian to be feet away, weapons drawn. Garcia made a rather amusing comment, and Robert chuckled heartily.
"It's just like the EU military, except you have less of a chance to be shot on sight, and it smells nicer!"
Robert laughed heartily, before quickly stopping as the base came into view in the distance. Say what you want about Britannia, it sure as hell knows how to build a base... or they have much more funding than Robert had initially predicted. Garcia, or as Robert liked to refer to him, Joker, reminded the group to not speak Japanese. Robert smiled slightly. Of all the languages he knew, Japanese was his weakness, and his accent and poor pronunciation shined through as if uninhibited. Comparatively, however, his English was incredibly proficient, mainly due to the incredible concentration of Knightmare schematics being written in the language. Robert was confident he could fake his way in, and blame any mistakes he made as simply being stationed in area eleven for too damn long. Following the hackers advice, Robert grabbed one of the helmets, gently lowering it over his face. While his peripheral vision suffered slightly, and he looked just like these idiots running all over the base, he was much less recognizable. While Robert didn't know the extent of his reputation, the Britannians were not people someone could take risks with.
The jeep soon slowed to a stop, and Robert stepped out immediately, a little carsick. He had already decided to act like a perfectly loyal and subservient Britannian dog, following the orders of his "Commander", Garcia. All he had to do now was make his way into a heavily guarded Britannian military base, successfully hack into the enemy Knightmares, and escape without being pumped full of lead and murderlation. No pressure or anything.
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