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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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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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8 mos ago
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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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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Juichi slowly made his way out of his house, the strap to his carrying case resting diagonally across his broad chest. His parents waved goodbye, happy to see him heading out. Of course, they thought he was applying at the local McDonald's, but they didn't need to know that he was planning to hang out with some friends. The news had said that the defense force was spreading out farther than usual, and the anxiety was slightly unnerving Juichi - after all, they may think he was a tourist that was trying to cause trouble. Thank goodness he had the sense to bring his carrying license with him, or else he would be in major trouble... Then again, he should just be thankful. School would have been open today had it not been for the defense force suddenly appearing - the school board was extremely worried that something was going to happen, and decided to close school for the day. Smirking, Juichi wondered if he would be able to get Monday off as well. After all, this surely had to be an issue of national security... To be quite honest, the sudden expansion of the defense force did startle Juichi when he first heard. After all, their presence expanded across the entire nation overnight, so their had to be something wrong going on. Of course, no way in hell would Juichi let anybody notice how he felt - if any of his friends said anything about it, he would just say something like:
"Well, when you got someone as bad ass as me walking around, you need a little more muscle to make sure they don't try anything."
Then they would laugh, and go hang out at a Karaoke place after they were done at the dojo. Only a few kilometers more till he reached the station, Juichi finally took notice of his surroundings; people in military attire, most likely members of the defense force, were scattered around here and there, and the civilians that didn't look scared by them were all looking at their phones. Juichi, not wanting to be a nosy person, didn't look at any of them, but he knew what kept them busy - the demon summoning app. It wasn't uncommon to see children and adults playing the game anywhere you went the past few weeks. The game had everybody addicted, and even the opposition to the app seemed to be ignored completely. Juichi simply sighed, wondering how anybody could find themselves so caught up in a game, before making his way into the underground labyrinth that was Ueno Station.
The loud noises of the subway quickly began to fill Juichi's mind. He was very familiar with the sounds of the subway - after all, he took it everyday to school - but today was far louder than usual. Perhaps Juichi's ears were more sensitive since he wasn't rushing to school... Sighing, he gently slid his earbuds on and listened to some music from his phone. Making his way to the ticket machine, Juichi checked his pockets - just enough for a two-way ticket. taking his pass from the machine, he quickly passed the turnstile while sliding his pass over the sensor. From then on, he continued to walk down the crowded station, passing the occasional store that opened shop in the underground. A small crowd of people (primarily women, Juichi noted) seemed to be forming around an individual near the corner of the station, and seemed to be listening in silent wonderment. Juichi shrugged his shoulders, assuming it to be a politician or one of the crazies that talked about how "the end was nigh." Whoever it was, they had to be pretty attractive to lure such a large crowd of ladies... Shaking his head, Jucihi rushed to the rails. He couldn't keep his friends waiting.
Standing next to a businessman and a group of younger children, Juichi began to look around the station more seriously - since he wasn't in such a rush, he could afford to do so. It wasn't until his gaze passed a small map of the train routes that he never noticed before that he realized something - what if he wasn't the only person from his school here? After all, school was out today, so there had to be some kids meeting up with their friends, right? And Juichi had at least 20 minutes that needed to be wasted before his train would arrive. And he was pretty noticeable, considering he stood nearly a head taller than most of the people on the station. Perhaps a fellow student would see him and hang out for a bit. And if not, he could always waste some time on the Demon Summoning App.
"Well, when you got someone as bad ass as me walking around, you need a little more muscle to make sure they don't try anything."
Then they would laugh, and go hang out at a Karaoke place after they were done at the dojo. Only a few kilometers more till he reached the station, Juichi finally took notice of his surroundings; people in military attire, most likely members of the defense force, were scattered around here and there, and the civilians that didn't look scared by them were all looking at their phones. Juichi, not wanting to be a nosy person, didn't look at any of them, but he knew what kept them busy - the demon summoning app. It wasn't uncommon to see children and adults playing the game anywhere you went the past few weeks. The game had everybody addicted, and even the opposition to the app seemed to be ignored completely. Juichi simply sighed, wondering how anybody could find themselves so caught up in a game, before making his way into the underground labyrinth that was Ueno Station.
The loud noises of the subway quickly began to fill Juichi's mind. He was very familiar with the sounds of the subway - after all, he took it everyday to school - but today was far louder than usual. Perhaps Juichi's ears were more sensitive since he wasn't rushing to school... Sighing, he gently slid his earbuds on and listened to some music from his phone. Making his way to the ticket machine, Juichi checked his pockets - just enough for a two-way ticket. taking his pass from the machine, he quickly passed the turnstile while sliding his pass over the sensor. From then on, he continued to walk down the crowded station, passing the occasional store that opened shop in the underground. A small crowd of people (primarily women, Juichi noted) seemed to be forming around an individual near the corner of the station, and seemed to be listening in silent wonderment. Juichi shrugged his shoulders, assuming it to be a politician or one of the crazies that talked about how "the end was nigh." Whoever it was, they had to be pretty attractive to lure such a large crowd of ladies... Shaking his head, Jucihi rushed to the rails. He couldn't keep his friends waiting.
Standing next to a businessman and a group of younger children, Juichi began to look around the station more seriously - since he wasn't in such a rush, he could afford to do so. It wasn't until his gaze passed a small map of the train routes that he never noticed before that he realized something - what if he wasn't the only person from his school here? After all, school was out today, so there had to be some kids meeting up with their friends, right? And Juichi had at least 20 minutes that needed to be wasted before his train would arrive. And he was pretty noticeable, considering he stood nearly a head taller than most of the people on the station. Perhaps a fellow student would see him and hang out for a bit. And if not, he could always waste some time on the Demon Summoning App.
Will try and get a post up sometime tomorrow.
Edit: Work kept me busy. post will be up tomorrow.
Edit: Work kept me busy. post will be up tomorrow.
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Ah, alright, no prob. Guess I'll go orc then.
Ah, alright, no prob. Guess I'll go orc then.
Interested. I was thinking of making a troll that was a lackey/slave and was owned by another character, so if anybody would be okay with that, please PM me.
About 3 hours had passed since his departure, the rolling hills being slowly replaced with barren wastes and sandy dunes. The green town that he had lived in the past few years had been extremely close to the desert and, by extension, bandits. It was this proximity that spurred Nicholas to stay in the town. The past three hours had been rather uneventful, the autopilot commanding the mech to slowly trudge along the sand towards the provided coordinates. It was moments like these that the large space inside the mech was well appreciated - it allowed storage of more luxury goods, such as radios and books. The radio waves, being unable to pierce through the thick plates of metal that armored the unit, resulted in the device becoming little more than a staticky piece of plastic. That left nothing but the books to his disposal, only the finest of Frontier literature... from a decade ago. Most of it was propaganda, but several combat guides were still fairly applicable - as such, skimming through tactics and strategies that he had drilled into his head at 18 became the pastime for the next 2 hours.
The final hour was spent simply waiting in anticipation - his first fight in months, and his first real battle in... How many years? It had been so long that Nick had forgotten. His hands balled into fists, squeezing the cold metal of his units steering system. Sweat would have pooled off of his face, had he not had the AC turned as high as it could go to fight back the heat... No, the coolness cleared his head as well, made his thoughts vanish. The bitter cold reminded him of home, the frontier, the countless nights he had spent curled up in a ball in his unit, praying that he wasn't going to die that day. That was when he was new, fresh to the military - he was a veteran, a man of action. He wasn't weak like he used to be.
Even as this thought passed his head, he couldn't help but find himself trembling at the thought of risking his life again.
Finally, he had found his position - slightly over 5 kilometers away from the bustling train, nearby the tracks. Judging by the vehicles speed, it would probably pass him withing a few minutes, and considering his own units pathetic speed... Well, he would have to follow by air if the train passed him. Considering the lack of arms on his own unit, he lacked the fine manipulation necessary to recover the crate of Elementium. As the thought passed his mind, several messages came in through T's frequency.
"This is Pilot Designate F-003 'Alecto' hailing 'T.' We are now confirming arrival over the Iron Canal. I'll standby just outside of sensor range, but I'm prepared for rapid aerial deployment against the target when all other units are in position. Please confirm your status. Alecto out."
"Talk about a party. This is Rabbit and Fang. Sending IFF Codes to all pilots on this frequency. Try not to shoot at us yeah? Paint's expensive out here in the desertlands."
As the woman said, his units targeting system immediately began to recalibrate itself, including the target units as friendlies.
”This is Fang checking in, letting you all know, just in case IFF gets knocked out, that we’re the ones in the heavily modified Jager Hound and Chevalier units, wouldn’t want to get shot at due to equipment failure.”
While this 'Alecto' was no where in sight, she had already provided verbal confirmation of her presence, and assured that she would provide aerial support. Not to mention, she did so very formally, a trait that Nick appreciated greatly. The others, while not as formal, id provide both their codes and their units, both of which were very intelligent - not to mention, it saved Nick the effort of asking for them to avoid accidentally shooting them. This was when he began to observe the situation - the train was surrounded with 13 separate guards mechs, 10 sharing the same design. This almost certainly meant they were drones, or low ranking soldiers at best. While the train could theoretically be derailed with an explosive, doing so would almost definitely damage the cargo inside, and Nicholas was not comfortable with seeing priceless Elementium being consumed in the flames of the burning fuel and machinery. Activating his targeting system, he waited until 3 mechs had their heat signatures tracked before activating the comms system. Nicholas alerted the others to his presence shortly after.
"N, reporting in. Here are my own IFF codes - for clarification, I pilot a Northern Artillery Unit. My current position is roughly 10 kilometers down the trains path, but I will be able to provide long-ranged support. I am beginning to target 3 of the black units to the front of the train, and will fire when I am told to initiate combat. Be careful not to derail the train - Elementium is too precious to risk being devoured in the flames. N, reporting out."
After that, the cold sweat took over, and Nick slowly unbuttoned the top button of his uniform. This feeling, like his heart was trying to leap from his chest, like it could stop at any second - this was what he had missed. This rush, this exhilaration. It was already back, and he didn't even start combat yet. Gripping his controls with all of his might, Nick was prepared to launch a salvo at a moments notice.
@Liotrent@vietmyke@Feyblue@Pathfinder
The final hour was spent simply waiting in anticipation - his first fight in months, and his first real battle in... How many years? It had been so long that Nick had forgotten. His hands balled into fists, squeezing the cold metal of his units steering system. Sweat would have pooled off of his face, had he not had the AC turned as high as it could go to fight back the heat... No, the coolness cleared his head as well, made his thoughts vanish. The bitter cold reminded him of home, the frontier, the countless nights he had spent curled up in a ball in his unit, praying that he wasn't going to die that day. That was when he was new, fresh to the military - he was a veteran, a man of action. He wasn't weak like he used to be.
Even as this thought passed his head, he couldn't help but find himself trembling at the thought of risking his life again.
Finally, he had found his position - slightly over 5 kilometers away from the bustling train, nearby the tracks. Judging by the vehicles speed, it would probably pass him withing a few minutes, and considering his own units pathetic speed... Well, he would have to follow by air if the train passed him. Considering the lack of arms on his own unit, he lacked the fine manipulation necessary to recover the crate of Elementium. As the thought passed his mind, several messages came in through T's frequency.
"This is Pilot Designate F-003 'Alecto' hailing 'T.' We are now confirming arrival over the Iron Canal. I'll standby just outside of sensor range, but I'm prepared for rapid aerial deployment against the target when all other units are in position. Please confirm your status. Alecto out."
"Talk about a party. This is Rabbit and Fang. Sending IFF Codes to all pilots on this frequency. Try not to shoot at us yeah? Paint's expensive out here in the desertlands."
As the woman said, his units targeting system immediately began to recalibrate itself, including the target units as friendlies.
”This is Fang checking in, letting you all know, just in case IFF gets knocked out, that we’re the ones in the heavily modified Jager Hound and Chevalier units, wouldn’t want to get shot at due to equipment failure.”
While this 'Alecto' was no where in sight, she had already provided verbal confirmation of her presence, and assured that she would provide aerial support. Not to mention, she did so very formally, a trait that Nick appreciated greatly. The others, while not as formal, id provide both their codes and their units, both of which were very intelligent - not to mention, it saved Nick the effort of asking for them to avoid accidentally shooting them. This was when he began to observe the situation - the train was surrounded with 13 separate guards mechs, 10 sharing the same design. This almost certainly meant they were drones, or low ranking soldiers at best. While the train could theoretically be derailed with an explosive, doing so would almost definitely damage the cargo inside, and Nicholas was not comfortable with seeing priceless Elementium being consumed in the flames of the burning fuel and machinery. Activating his targeting system, he waited until 3 mechs had their heat signatures tracked before activating the comms system. Nicholas alerted the others to his presence shortly after.
"N, reporting in. Here are my own IFF codes - for clarification, I pilot a Northern Artillery Unit. My current position is roughly 10 kilometers down the trains path, but I will be able to provide long-ranged support. I am beginning to target 3 of the black units to the front of the train, and will fire when I am told to initiate combat. Be careful not to derail the train - Elementium is too precious to risk being devoured in the flames. N, reporting out."
After that, the cold sweat took over, and Nick slowly unbuttoned the top button of his uniform. This feeling, like his heart was trying to leap from his chest, like it could stop at any second - this was what he had missed. This rush, this exhilaration. It was already back, and he didn't even start combat yet. Gripping his controls with all of his might, Nick was prepared to launch a salvo at a moments notice.
@Liotrent@vietmyke@Feyblue@Pathfinder
Will post sometime tomorrow.
Sidero stood still, holding his breath while the announcer continued his narration. The crowd in the capital city was truly massive, and the intricate speaker system that snaked throughout the city was simply astounding - or, it was to someone as uneducated as Sidero was. Sidero honestly didn't really care much about the announcement as much as some others, however. No, he spent most of the speech walking to the various food stands, purchasing delicacies he would never be able to eat on the field. While the event itself was truly amazing - let's be honest, being chosen to become a knight sounds amazing! - It wouldn't do anything to impact his life. So, he may as well eat as much as he can and enjoy the luxuries that civilization provides! After eating his fill, Sidero realized that the narrator had just gotten access to the scrolls, and began to read them out. The men holding some objects, most likely scrolls, stepped onto the same stage as the narrator, and began to read off the names that appeared on them. Sidero couldn't see it due to his distance from the stand, but small nodes of the element appeared over the scrolls as each were read.
First, a man by the name of Leonidas was decreed as the knight of light, the small globe of light shining brightly as it hovered over the scroll. The man - or was boy more accurate - was far younger than Sidero had anticipated. He quickly rushed forwards, accepting his scroll and making his way towards a white banner bearing the symbol of light. The kid had a bright future ahead of him. The bald announcer then grabbed the second scroll, reading from it as the element of spirit hovered nearby the scroll, barely within view for Sidero, who was quickly making his way forwards. The chosing of the knights was far more grandiose than he had expected. Telius, a man with red hair and bearing several scars was called forwards, and quickly mimicked the same behavior of the previous knight. Finally making his way to a bench after coming as close to the stage as he was allowed, Sidero looked for a bench to sit at, only to see that every seat was filled with anticipating citizens. Standing, he watched as the next scroll was read, a ball of purple energy appearing above it. A brown haired woman named Mira was next, sauntering up the stage and accepting the scroll. She then made her way towards the Knight of Spirit, before coming to a stop in front of her banner.
What occurred next was one of the biggest shocks that would happen in the festival, or at least it was to Sidero. The knight of Fire was called, the name "Oriel Schulz" echoing throughout the entire city via the speaker system. Unlike the others, Sidero was actually familiar with her - or, at the very least, he knew about her. She was the daughter of the famed Aldebrand Schulz, a noble who was famed for his skill in combat and loyalty to the current king. While Sidero himself wasn't very familiar with nobles, he had heard of a legend that was passed on by several nobles who were complaining about problems with an ogre on the outskirts of their property. Apparently, a soldier in Aldebrand regiment by the name of Arno Folke defeated a once well respected member of the aristocracy, who was now almost a laughing stock among his peers. This legend was only made more memorable when it was said that the supposed "Small Demon" was only 5'1. Imagine Sidero's surprise when the very next knight was none other than Arno himself. Wait until the boys at work hear about this, Sidero thought smugly. They were probably grumbling wright now, annoyed that Sidero was able to waste time in the city while they had to actually work.
Sidero's thoughts were interrupted only seconds later as the knight of air was called, an "Alya Frei", only to be met with several seconds of silence. People began to appear restless, wondering what was going on, before a woman soared onto the stage whilst gripping the talons of a large eagle. Once the girl, presumably Alya, landed her feat on the stage, the eagle slowly began to shrink, almost as if it was being sucked into her arm. Several guards seemed to reach for their weapons, before he narrator shakily handed off the scroll and blessed her. The guards quickly relaxed, and the girl made her way over to her banner, slightly bemused. What occurred next changed Sidero's life forever.
"Sidero Denholm, Knight of Metal! Please come forwards!" The tension in the air was palpable, but Sidero only had seconds to be shocked, before adopting his most formal and neutral facial expression. He didn't want to make an ass out of himself, and he already felt ridiculous - he had left his armor in the inn that he was staying at since he believed this was only going to be him viewing the ceremony, so he had gone to the festival in his leather traveling clothes. At the very least, he still had his famed quarterstaff, attached to his back via a strap. He was going to at least look somewhat presentable. Sidero quickly made his way to the stage, taking long strides to cover the distance as quickly as possible, all the while his mind was abuzz with thoughts. What would become of his position in the military? Would he be forced to quit? And what did the knights even do? Some of the other people seemed extremely thankful for becoming knights, so it surely was a good thing... right? As he finally made his way over to the bald announcer, whom he towered over, he accepted the scroll he was presented, only nodding to the blessing of the announcer. He wasn't paying attention - all the eyes of the crowd... No, all the eyes of the city were on him. He felt like throwing up, but did his best not to show it, as he made his way to the light grey banner, bearing a single bar of some miscellaneous metal on it, the symbol of the element of metal. Emotions he hadn't felt before welled up inside him, and he decided that this trip was for the best - After all he was bout to experience something he never had before.
First, a man by the name of Leonidas was decreed as the knight of light, the small globe of light shining brightly as it hovered over the scroll. The man - or was boy more accurate - was far younger than Sidero had anticipated. He quickly rushed forwards, accepting his scroll and making his way towards a white banner bearing the symbol of light. The kid had a bright future ahead of him. The bald announcer then grabbed the second scroll, reading from it as the element of spirit hovered nearby the scroll, barely within view for Sidero, who was quickly making his way forwards. The chosing of the knights was far more grandiose than he had expected. Telius, a man with red hair and bearing several scars was called forwards, and quickly mimicked the same behavior of the previous knight. Finally making his way to a bench after coming as close to the stage as he was allowed, Sidero looked for a bench to sit at, only to see that every seat was filled with anticipating citizens. Standing, he watched as the next scroll was read, a ball of purple energy appearing above it. A brown haired woman named Mira was next, sauntering up the stage and accepting the scroll. She then made her way towards the Knight of Spirit, before coming to a stop in front of her banner.
What occurred next was one of the biggest shocks that would happen in the festival, or at least it was to Sidero. The knight of Fire was called, the name "Oriel Schulz" echoing throughout the entire city via the speaker system. Unlike the others, Sidero was actually familiar with her - or, at the very least, he knew about her. She was the daughter of the famed Aldebrand Schulz, a noble who was famed for his skill in combat and loyalty to the current king. While Sidero himself wasn't very familiar with nobles, he had heard of a legend that was passed on by several nobles who were complaining about problems with an ogre on the outskirts of their property. Apparently, a soldier in Aldebrand regiment by the name of Arno Folke defeated a once well respected member of the aristocracy, who was now almost a laughing stock among his peers. This legend was only made more memorable when it was said that the supposed "Small Demon" was only 5'1. Imagine Sidero's surprise when the very next knight was none other than Arno himself. Wait until the boys at work hear about this, Sidero thought smugly. They were probably grumbling wright now, annoyed that Sidero was able to waste time in the city while they had to actually work.
Sidero's thoughts were interrupted only seconds later as the knight of air was called, an "Alya Frei", only to be met with several seconds of silence. People began to appear restless, wondering what was going on, before a woman soared onto the stage whilst gripping the talons of a large eagle. Once the girl, presumably Alya, landed her feat on the stage, the eagle slowly began to shrink, almost as if it was being sucked into her arm. Several guards seemed to reach for their weapons, before he narrator shakily handed off the scroll and blessed her. The guards quickly relaxed, and the girl made her way over to her banner, slightly bemused. What occurred next changed Sidero's life forever.
"Sidero Denholm, Knight of Metal! Please come forwards!" The tension in the air was palpable, but Sidero only had seconds to be shocked, before adopting his most formal and neutral facial expression. He didn't want to make an ass out of himself, and he already felt ridiculous - he had left his armor in the inn that he was staying at since he believed this was only going to be him viewing the ceremony, so he had gone to the festival in his leather traveling clothes. At the very least, he still had his famed quarterstaff, attached to his back via a strap. He was going to at least look somewhat presentable. Sidero quickly made his way to the stage, taking long strides to cover the distance as quickly as possible, all the while his mind was abuzz with thoughts. What would become of his position in the military? Would he be forced to quit? And what did the knights even do? Some of the other people seemed extremely thankful for becoming knights, so it surely was a good thing... right? As he finally made his way over to the bald announcer, whom he towered over, he accepted the scroll he was presented, only nodding to the blessing of the announcer. He wasn't paying attention - all the eyes of the crowd... No, all the eyes of the city were on him. He felt like throwing up, but did his best not to show it, as he made his way to the light grey banner, bearing a single bar of some miscellaneous metal on it, the symbol of the element of metal. Emotions he hadn't felt before welled up inside him, and he decided that this trip was for the best - After all he was bout to experience something he never had before.
Maybe Arcane? Spirit is drawn from within, Arcane is drawn from the surroundings?
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