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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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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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The soul dug into the guard's side, clawing at the fatty tissue and doing it's best to damage the monster before him. It's brethren were clawing at it from above, metal staples falling all around the gigantic form and slightly revealing exposed tissue. The spirit was completely oblivious to this, however, as it was already headfirst into the sizable wound he was digging out, almost as if he was trying to plunge himself into the guard itself. Of course, his efforts were obviously minor - you cold even say they were negligible. Compared to the swarm of light pulling apart the monstrous guard, the spirit doing his best to dig into the creature was practically unnoticeable. Maybe that was why, with an insane amount of force, the guard began to swat the various spirits away with great force, slamming down on it's weakened gut. It succeeded in doing so, but suffered a dire consequence. Slamming it's hand down with force the spirit could hardly even imagine, the creature failed in crushing one of it's attackers - instead, the stomach of the guard burst like an overripe fruit from the pressure, spewing it's disgusting contents and a horrid smell over the whole area. Along with this, it also shot out the spirit, who was nearly chest-deep with a small pile of flesh by his side. While the stench persisted, the contents slowly became less foul - they condensed, seemed to collapse in on itself, all the while taking on the same incandescent shade as the spirits themselves. A breeze of unknown origin blew by, taking the majority of the stench and causing the dust to float away into the air, becoming nonexistent.
Their, in what once was their tormentor and killer, laid nearly 3 dozen small, beautiful white pearls. They were pure, a far-cry from the disgusting beast it was once a part of. Perhaps they were something it stole? But to be honest, the spirit couldn't care less. He only knew one thing - he wanted them. The spirit saw the others make movements towards the orbs, and the spirit decided to take a portion of five souls - a fair share. After all, he didn't want to fight these creatures - they were a part of the same group, the same pack.
The same hive.
As he stared at the orbs, an incredibly painful sensation rocked the spirits body. His head felt as if it was splitting open, tearing apart at the very seams. Just as his mouth opened for the first time, he greedily shoved the first pearl in his gullet. After that, another followed, and again, and again, until all five disappeared. The spirit was content, but quickly, he curled on the ground in a fetal position, as a sense of pain rocked it's body. It wasn't unbearable, but was very uncomfortable - like being heavily medicated and getting hurt. You could feel it, but didn't really care. The pain permeated his entire body, as if each individual organ in his body was being consumed all at once. All the while, his shine progressively dulled, until it was completely gone and he was just a pale humanoid. As suddenly as it came, the pain subsided, and his mind was gifted two pearls of information. His name was Troy Crane, and he was dead. Everything beyond that was just as much of a blur as it was before he consumed the souls, and Troy couldn't focus on it no matter how much he tried. Slowly, he rose to his feet, slightly weaker than he was before consuming the souls. His transformation completed itself in the span of about 10 seconds. He was now more than he was a minute ago. A slight afterglow followed, an ecstasy that Troy had never experienced. It was the feeling of having just eaten a soul.
It was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Troy relished every facet of it.
The others had undergone a similar transformation. One of them called out to the others.
"Friends, allies, are you there...?"
The voice was androgynous, belonging to neither a male or female. Turning, the origin was revealed - one of the spirits, although which one it was originally was impossible to tell, was calling out to the others. It was far larger than they had been previously, but was nearly identical besides two features. It's face was covered by some strange mask, and the spirit also held a stick with a lantern on the end. Behind the masked spirit stood a more bestial one, with skeletal features and on four limbs. It must have been another ally, and was showing aggression towards what was behind Troy. Turning towards the pool of lava, a great distance away, a massive column of lava was falling back to the pool, as if something had come out suddenly and displaced the liquid. While Troy thought that a creature capable of such a feat was impossible to even exist, there was a gigantic monster flying in the air, just above the surface. It was even larger than the horned guard, and seemed even more dangerous. Considering the only reason they defeated the guard was because of a lucky accident, Troy was not willing to take the chances with something so dangerous. Troy turned back, facing away from the creature. There was no chance in hell they could take it. Along with the two other spirits, there also was a man in some mechanical suit of armor, deliberating on the course of action they would take. Another was a man seemingly made of metal, who Troy and not been paying attention to up to this point.
A sound reached Troy's newly formed ears, the sound of someone falling to the ground. Another humanoid, obviously female, with several animal features. She was currently looking at her tail, and finally noticed the giant monster headed right towards them. She tried to rise to her feet again, and managed several steps, before falling to the ground. While the beast was far away, it would catch up at this rate...
Troy quickly made his way towards the girl, whom he was relatively close to. He helped her to her feet, and kept her arm around his shoulder in order to provide balance. He would have preferred to carry her since it would be faster, but his transformation seemed to weaken his strength, so he was forced to help support her until she could carry herself. Or course, h wanted to leave her behind, ensure his escape would be quicker... but this woman was part of the hive, and the flying creature was fairly far away. Troy had a high chance of escape no matter what, so helping the survival of the hive was currently the highest priority. Having helped the woman to her feet, Troy seemingly hissed from his mouth a voice that seemed to consist of thousands of individual, small speakers, and was somewhat high-pitched when compared to the armored and masked spirit.
"We should escape before that... thing catches us..."
Troy had difficulty speaking, having lacked a mouth before and the strange nature of his biology making his speech slurred and guttural. Troy turned began to move forwards, away from the lava lake and their distant pursuer. The weight of the woman was impossible to discern, but she was not too difficult to support, even with Troy's weakness. She could almost certainly feel the writhing creatures just below Troy's skin, doing their best to push the pair forwards. Troy moved at a slow pace, mainly to allow the woman to get used to her new body and relieve him of helping her.
Their, in what once was their tormentor and killer, laid nearly 3 dozen small, beautiful white pearls. They were pure, a far-cry from the disgusting beast it was once a part of. Perhaps they were something it stole? But to be honest, the spirit couldn't care less. He only knew one thing - he wanted them. The spirit saw the others make movements towards the orbs, and the spirit decided to take a portion of five souls - a fair share. After all, he didn't want to fight these creatures - they were a part of the same group, the same pack.
The same hive.
As he stared at the orbs, an incredibly painful sensation rocked the spirits body. His head felt as if it was splitting open, tearing apart at the very seams. Just as his mouth opened for the first time, he greedily shoved the first pearl in his gullet. After that, another followed, and again, and again, until all five disappeared. The spirit was content, but quickly, he curled on the ground in a fetal position, as a sense of pain rocked it's body. It wasn't unbearable, but was very uncomfortable - like being heavily medicated and getting hurt. You could feel it, but didn't really care. The pain permeated his entire body, as if each individual organ in his body was being consumed all at once. All the while, his shine progressively dulled, until it was completely gone and he was just a pale humanoid. As suddenly as it came, the pain subsided, and his mind was gifted two pearls of information. His name was Troy Crane, and he was dead. Everything beyond that was just as much of a blur as it was before he consumed the souls, and Troy couldn't focus on it no matter how much he tried. Slowly, he rose to his feet, slightly weaker than he was before consuming the souls. His transformation completed itself in the span of about 10 seconds. He was now more than he was a minute ago. A slight afterglow followed, an ecstasy that Troy had never experienced. It was the feeling of having just eaten a soul.
It was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Troy relished every facet of it.
The others had undergone a similar transformation. One of them called out to the others.
"Friends, allies, are you there...?"
The voice was androgynous, belonging to neither a male or female. Turning, the origin was revealed - one of the spirits, although which one it was originally was impossible to tell, was calling out to the others. It was far larger than they had been previously, but was nearly identical besides two features. It's face was covered by some strange mask, and the spirit also held a stick with a lantern on the end. Behind the masked spirit stood a more bestial one, with skeletal features and on four limbs. It must have been another ally, and was showing aggression towards what was behind Troy. Turning towards the pool of lava, a great distance away, a massive column of lava was falling back to the pool, as if something had come out suddenly and displaced the liquid. While Troy thought that a creature capable of such a feat was impossible to even exist, there was a gigantic monster flying in the air, just above the surface. It was even larger than the horned guard, and seemed even more dangerous. Considering the only reason they defeated the guard was because of a lucky accident, Troy was not willing to take the chances with something so dangerous. Troy turned back, facing away from the creature. There was no chance in hell they could take it. Along with the two other spirits, there also was a man in some mechanical suit of armor, deliberating on the course of action they would take. Another was a man seemingly made of metal, who Troy and not been paying attention to up to this point.
A sound reached Troy's newly formed ears, the sound of someone falling to the ground. Another humanoid, obviously female, with several animal features. She was currently looking at her tail, and finally noticed the giant monster headed right towards them. She tried to rise to her feet again, and managed several steps, before falling to the ground. While the beast was far away, it would catch up at this rate...
Troy quickly made his way towards the girl, whom he was relatively close to. He helped her to her feet, and kept her arm around his shoulder in order to provide balance. He would have preferred to carry her since it would be faster, but his transformation seemed to weaken his strength, so he was forced to help support her until she could carry herself. Or course, h wanted to leave her behind, ensure his escape would be quicker... but this woman was part of the hive, and the flying creature was fairly far away. Troy had a high chance of escape no matter what, so helping the survival of the hive was currently the highest priority. Having helped the woman to her feet, Troy seemingly hissed from his mouth a voice that seemed to consist of thousands of individual, small speakers, and was somewhat high-pitched when compared to the armored and masked spirit.
"We should escape before that... thing catches us..."
Troy had difficulty speaking, having lacked a mouth before and the strange nature of his biology making his speech slurred and guttural. Troy turned began to move forwards, away from the lava lake and their distant pursuer. The weight of the woman was impossible to discern, but she was not too difficult to support, even with Troy's weakness. She could almost certainly feel the writhing creatures just below Troy's skin, doing their best to push the pair forwards. Troy moved at a slow pace, mainly to allow the woman to get used to her new body and relieve him of helping her.
A warm comforting light enveloped the demon of Greed, far different from the boiling hot darkness of hell. It was calming, almost euphoric, but was almost instantly replaced with dark unconsciousness. After that, a dreamless black dominated Greed for what felt like an eternity, before feeling returned - a cold sensation against his back. Greed slowly, and with great effort, managed to rouse himself to consciousness. At first, everything was strange - Greed had awoken to see he was in a completely foreign looking room, most likely human in origin, which had a chair and glass table directly in front of him. Some of the other sins had already awoken, and Envy decided to speak up first. Immediately following was Pride, who of course decided to claim the chair... Greed could barely even concentrate on what she said as he stared at the chair, a very comfortable looking objects that almost spoke out to him... Greed shook his head to clear the thought. He wasn't going to start a fight over a stupid chair - he was smart. Greed decided to wait for the others to stop caring, then he would snatch up the seat and take it to one of the rooms in this human domicile...
"Unless you're not bright enough to use that head of yours to understand what this entire thing means? But I suppose I wouldn't expect Envy to be smarter than the average mongrel, would I?"
An insult towards the other demons would normally cause Greed to grow very angry, but when the insults were escaping Pride's lips, he felt not even the smallest twinge of surprise or rage. Pride was always like this, nothing new. Instead, Greed decided to rise u-
...
Greed noticed his hand, completely barren of black fur, claws, and jewelry. Instead, it was a fair white, and was soft to the touch. Greed had assumed the worst, but Wrath's rantings and the appearance's of his companions was all the proof he needed. They were human now...
Then again, Greed didn't really care that much. He wasn't very fond of his demonic form, and who knows, maybe the stupid humans will think he's just your average guy! Then he'd be able to make deals with more people than those that liked to make contracts with a goat man. Greed held out his hand and attempted to call a mirror from his innumerable treasures to check his face - but nothing came. Several more attempts were made, each becoming more frantic, until a cold sweat covered Greed's body. He could tell his powers were still there - he could feel them, and he felt the familiar pulling sensation that Materialistic caused whenever he used it. Greed knew that he had at least one mirror in his treasury, which only meant one thing...
He had lost the fortune he spent thousands of years gathering. An incredible sense of sadness permeated his being, sucking the joy from his body like a black hole. All the weapons, all the slaves, all the shining things... gone. Greed was stuck in this stupor for several seconds, until he finally started registering that Wrath was yelling something loudly. Next thing Greed new, a table flew by his head, nearly slamming into the black object attached to the wall. It bent horribly, glass shattering everywhere and scattering across the floor. While shuddering from the impact, Greed heard the voice of Wrath scream out.
"I don't care what form you take, or what form you force on me, I'll still grind all you miserable heaps of flesh into pulp and sinew where you stand!"
This impact seemed to awaken the few demons that were still asleep, and jolted Greed out of his stupor. He had little memory of his interaction with god, and decided that alerting his brethren to the fact that he didn't remember or the fact that he couldn't access his vault were both bad ideas. Additionally, they all seemed pretty hot-headed right now... Greed decided that stopping an argument when Wrath was angry and Pride was... well, in an argument with a person, was a bad idea. Instead, he chose to investigate the black screen in front of him. It was mounted to the wall, and had a sleekness that was very impressive to the demon who lost everything. It was unlike anything he had ever seen in hell, and had several buttons on the sides. Careful to avoid the glass lining the floor from the demonic tantrum happening behind him, Greed called out to the demons behind him, doing his best to keep his voice stable. The loss of his possesions caused him to be on the verge of tears.
"Not to be rude and interrupt you guys, but what the hell is this black thing?"
Greed, now looking into the dark screen, could see his now human facial features. He was by no means ugly, by human standards he was even somewhat attractive. But compared to his old form, he was nowhere near as beautiful as he once was. Of course, even his old form was not as attractive as Lust once was, and he chose not to make himself feel worse by not focusing on his face. He was already poor, he didn't want to look at his lost beauty as well...
"Unless you're not bright enough to use that head of yours to understand what this entire thing means? But I suppose I wouldn't expect Envy to be smarter than the average mongrel, would I?"
An insult towards the other demons would normally cause Greed to grow very angry, but when the insults were escaping Pride's lips, he felt not even the smallest twinge of surprise or rage. Pride was always like this, nothing new. Instead, Greed decided to rise u-
...
Greed noticed his hand, completely barren of black fur, claws, and jewelry. Instead, it was a fair white, and was soft to the touch. Greed had assumed the worst, but Wrath's rantings and the appearance's of his companions was all the proof he needed. They were human now...
Then again, Greed didn't really care that much. He wasn't very fond of his demonic form, and who knows, maybe the stupid humans will think he's just your average guy! Then he'd be able to make deals with more people than those that liked to make contracts with a goat man. Greed held out his hand and attempted to call a mirror from his innumerable treasures to check his face - but nothing came. Several more attempts were made, each becoming more frantic, until a cold sweat covered Greed's body. He could tell his powers were still there - he could feel them, and he felt the familiar pulling sensation that Materialistic caused whenever he used it. Greed knew that he had at least one mirror in his treasury, which only meant one thing...
He had lost the fortune he spent thousands of years gathering. An incredible sense of sadness permeated his being, sucking the joy from his body like a black hole. All the weapons, all the slaves, all the shining things... gone. Greed was stuck in this stupor for several seconds, until he finally started registering that Wrath was yelling something loudly. Next thing Greed new, a table flew by his head, nearly slamming into the black object attached to the wall. It bent horribly, glass shattering everywhere and scattering across the floor. While shuddering from the impact, Greed heard the voice of Wrath scream out.
"I don't care what form you take, or what form you force on me, I'll still grind all you miserable heaps of flesh into pulp and sinew where you stand!"
This impact seemed to awaken the few demons that were still asleep, and jolted Greed out of his stupor. He had little memory of his interaction with god, and decided that alerting his brethren to the fact that he didn't remember or the fact that he couldn't access his vault were both bad ideas. Additionally, they all seemed pretty hot-headed right now... Greed decided that stopping an argument when Wrath was angry and Pride was... well, in an argument with a person, was a bad idea. Instead, he chose to investigate the black screen in front of him. It was mounted to the wall, and had a sleekness that was very impressive to the demon who lost everything. It was unlike anything he had ever seen in hell, and had several buttons on the sides. Careful to avoid the glass lining the floor from the demonic tantrum happening behind him, Greed called out to the demons behind him, doing his best to keep his voice stable. The loss of his possesions caused him to be on the verge of tears.
"Not to be rude and interrupt you guys, but what the hell is this black thing?"
Greed, now looking into the dark screen, could see his now human facial features. He was by no means ugly, by human standards he was even somewhat attractive. But compared to his old form, he was nowhere near as beautiful as he once was. Of course, even his old form was not as attractive as Lust once was, and he chose not to make himself feel worse by not focusing on his face. He was already poor, he didn't want to look at his lost beauty as well...
I'll throw a post up sometime after work.
Edit: Sorry for not posting yet, power was knocked out for a few hours and I didn't want to post from my phone. Writing now.
Edit: Sorry for not posting yet, power was knocked out for a few hours and I didn't want to post from my phone. Writing now.
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6:00 PM, Yesterday
Overall, the situation of the stolen manga was faifly one-sided. Gankona simply kept the manga out of the shortie's reach, reading it while occasionally popping one of the peculiar fired objects he had into his mouth. Karada simply sat, slightly bemused at the situation unfolding, choosing not to interject. Between that and the interactions between Kaz and Rikka, Karada was presented an excellent show. And what was a show without dinner - Yuri, the other blondie made his way out of the kitchen area, before setting down several slices of pizza, which Karada accepted gratefully. He was used to cooking his own meals, and having someone else do it once in a while felt very nice.
The other kids, all seeming like they had something they needed to do, began to file out one after the other, until eventually only the delinquent pair of Gankona and Karada remained. Silence dominated this space, and while they occasionally entered into a conversation about their battle or what they expected the next day, Gank seemed fine with the silence. He had Kaz's manga to read, after all. Checking the clock on the wall and seeing that the time was already 8:40, Karada rose from his seat at the table, before walking away. As he did so, he held up a hand and called out to Gank.
"Night man, I gotta get some sleep. See ya tomorrow."
Karada heard a slight grunt of acknowledgement from Gank, followed by the turning of a page, and then closed the door to the cafeteria. Slowly he made his way to the basement, doing his best to not put pressure on his leg. Not trying to brag, but he thought he was pretty good at walking with the injury by this point. Finally, he managed to make it to his room and, after removing the shirt, jacket and shoes of his uniform, before turning off the lights and slipping into bed. Just as he did so, a thought came over him - How would he wake up in the morning? He wasn't particularly gifted at waking up on his own, and he didn't even know what time he needed to wake up by. A cursory look around the room alleviated his fears, however - near the far side of the room, next to some panel, was 3 bright red numbers that said 8:55 PM. Confident that this was an alarm clock, Karada allowed his exhausted body to fall into a deep slumber, not even questioning if the alarm clock was turned on.
6 AM, Today
If the blaring sound of what could only be described as a school bell rang throughout his room. Karada jumped to alertness, having always been a light sleeper since the choking incident, and quickly made his way to the alarm to shut off the blaring noise emanating from it. It was only then that Karada noticed - the alarm itself had no buttons attached to it that could shut it off, and the only thing that even seemed like controls was the panel directly next to the alarm itself. A sharp pain spread throughout Karada's body as the adrenaline wore off, and Karada quickly made his way to the desk of medical supplies. Taking off his pants, Karada sighed in relief. The pain was from putting to much pressure on the leg, but thankfully, the stitches were still in place. Karada considered taking some pain medication to help with the searing in his leg, but the deep cutting voice of Lorken pierced through the alarm's shrill.
"RISE AND SHINE, DESPOILERS OF MY HOME. EVERYONE OUT HERE NOW."
Karada quickly pulled up his pants and put on his belt, before carefully making his way to the closet and grabbing a shirt and jacket. Afterwards, he made his way straight out the door. Lorken was not the kind of guy you would want to be on the bad side of. After making it out of his room, Karada noticed that Gank was remarkably well groomed. Or, at least he was compared to the recently awoken Karada. As soon as he made it out of the doorway, Karada slowly began to put on the shirt and, after finishing the top button, slid the grey jacket over his body. Immediately afterwards, he buttoned up the jacket. Karada had adopted some tastes from his upper class family - one of which was a penchant for buttoning up his clothes. Just letting the cloth flap around his neck seemed unappealing. After he finished getting dressed, Karada turned towards Lorken, awaiting instructions and hoping that he would be allowed to take a shower.
Samuel Dukes, The Healer
While the others continued to walk towards their destination, the entire party having different speeds at which they moved, Samuel continued to keep his slow and steady pace. The scenery was still as nice as it was before, the blue expanse only being blocked by the trees that occasionally covered Samuel's view. Eventually, however, studying the sky was abandoned - Samuel had nearly tripped while doing so, and hurting his leg would only make travel more difficult. Instead, Samuel observed the surroundings - forest covered the land, and the ground steadily became more and more uneven. The difficult terrain seemed to pose no problem whatsoever to Syfa and Ninty, causing Samuel to wonder if the two ever noticed the rising difficulty. However, Samuel wasn't the type to complain - far from it! Heck, he's the one that should be motivating the others if they are having problems! With a new pep in his step, Samuel slowly caught up to the group, having decided that the time to site-see was over.
Timothy was slowly growing ahead of the party, which worried Samuel. After all, what if they ran into bandits or wildlife? Then again, Timothy and his men had injured a man in Samuel's village years ago, so surely Timothy was able to defend himself... Bran and Syfa were in a small conversation, which Samuel chose not to listen into. That would just be rude. This did not stop him from noticing Ninty accidentally walk into a low hanging branch, hurting her eye and eliciting a string of profanities that easily made Samuel blush. A woman shouldn't swear like that! But more importantly, was she okay? A cursory look showed that Ninty didn't pierce her eye, and that the stinging she most likely felt would go down in a few minutes. Samuel let loose the breath he was holding, relieved that she didn't seriously injure himself. Samuel knew that even the smallest of eye wounds could result in permanent damage, or even blindness. He didn't want to use any of his strength healing her, especially when the group could suffer more grievous wounds. Ninty soon after injuring her eye called out to Timothy to slow down, but the elf seemed to be in a fervor, continuing down the path at a speed none of the others could match. Samuel, by no means the most athletic, was having difficulties keeping up, and was almost tempted to bless himself to have more stamina. But quickly, the idea left his mind. That would be very selfish to bless himself with his magic, when he didn't even offer to heal Ninty. So, with a grunt, Samuel continued with the others.
The path began to grow more gnarled and rugged, eventually looking as if it had been completely consumed by nature. The stones on the ground were uncomfortable against Samuel's feet, even with the hard leather boots providing a defense against their assault. The ground grew steep and flat at random intervals, and was littered with a combination of roots and stone. Despite this, Samuel persisted - after all, diligence is a virtue, and giving up when things became tough was simply childish. That didn't mean he was any less afraid when a hoarse "CRAWK" resounded from above. Samuel didn't have time to turn before the flapping of wings revealed the sound's origin - A raven, presumably multiple if the number of wings were anything to be sure. Some of the others turned to look at the noise, and showed no large response, allowing Samuel to relax further. If it was a monster, they would be reaching for their weapons. Samuel himself didn't look - he had seen enough birds in his life, and he didn't want to seem like the kind of guy that was scared of everything. Following the difficult path with a new sense of vigor, Samuel continued to follow the group, only slightly behind them.
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