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5 mos ago
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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7 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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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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JED awoke at 8:30 AM, his system slowly booting online as his battery finished recharging. He automatically powered himself on after reaching a full battery, a vain attempt to compensate for his short battery life. Of course, having to spend a majority of the day offline was by no means efficient, but what could he do about it? Instead, JED stressed over the growing crowds that almost constantly surrounded the apartment building. They had always been a problem, but they were rapidly growing as the number of mutants in their ranks increased. JED respected their right to peacefully assemble, but they made it somewhat difficult to leave the apartment. In fact, most of the time, JED had to sneak his lumbering body through the emergency exit, doing his best to hide his monstrous body. JED didn't enjoy their hatred - well, to be more specific, he didn't enjoy their hatred towards his actions. JED was perfectly fine with their anger towards him - it was unjustified, but they were entitled to their opinions. They couldn't do anything to hurt him because of his durability, and their words could be ignored. But they were also the people that hated everything he did - every time JED tried to work at the soup kitchen, he was rejected because the homeless wouldn't take pity from a monster. They wouldn't allow him to assist with construction or any other charity work, refusing to be helped. Thanks to that, JED was forced to spend most of his time cleaning the apartment building or doing menial chores. Slowly, the robot realized it had not turned on it's sensors, and slowly, the world came into view.

The boiler was humming gently, and the breaker was directly to Jed's left. The outlet, the only one in the room, was completely empty. The room itself was barren, devoid of any customization or personalization - it was your typical boiler room, made of metal and concrete. This was his room. Considering he was a robot and didn't need the comforts that humans need, JED offered to stay in the boiler room, a relatively large area that had space that would, otherwise, go to waste. This was fine by the other occupants. especially since he was out of sight. Slowly, the crystalline legs shapeshifted, pushing JED upwards into a standing position. He then began to walk at a slow, almost laughable pace, gently manipulating his arms in order to open the door - a task that requires the utmost precision. Finally, JED managed to accomplish this feat, and he slowly, with extreme care, maneuvered his body out of the small door frame without breaking anything. JED looked around - Timothy's area was, as always, heavily locked, and the washing area had no activity. Storage was locked behind a closed door, and JED had never had a reason to go inside - he didn't own a single possession, so he had no reason to. The elevator was another place that JED had never entered - he alone exceeded the weight limit, leaving him to use the stairs. Behind him, the emergency exit, the one he entered in order to escape to the outside world, was closed with a neon exit sign a few inches above it. Most humans would find it completely depressing, but JED had grown fond of the area over the last 7 months.

The slow pace eventually got JED to the stairs, which he slowly began to ascend. Upon making it to the top, JED peaked around the corner, looking at the crowd gathering outside the gate. It was large, consisting of at least 2 dozen people, all of whom held signs in their hands. They started to yell insults, and emerging from the crowd soaked, was Garfield. When the two were introduced, JED was sure to keep his distance - if he exploded, some people nearby may get very injured. He entered through the gate, and JED opened the door for him, and Garfield quickly made his way to the lounge. Just then, the announcement sounded throughout the entire building.

"Will all Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready. I repeat. All Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready."

Glad that he had something to do, JED began to follow Garfield into the lounge, positioning himself into a corner. He didn't feel discomfort from standing and the chairs would not be able to hold his weight, so JED simply stood constantly when he wasn't charging. Chibi was one of the first to arrive, followed by Serenity and the others. Overall, JED liked the team a great deal - they were the closest thing he had to a family, and humans were supposed to be very connected with their families. JED greeted them as they arrived waving his jagged, sharp arm.
@AngelofOctober
Yeah, sorry for the wait. Schoolwork and job have kept me a little swamped. Working on a post now!
Super interested! I plan on making a weapon, but I can play a Meister if we get too many weapons/ the pairs are imbalanced.
Just finished a Paladin, so we have a tank as well.


Also interested. I don't really care either way if we do or don't use dice, so I'll let the others vote on that.
Victor Lewis


Victor was, in a word, bored. The monthly meetings, which they all were forced to attend, dragged on with the pace of a snail on horse tranquilizers, and the monotony of Mr. Ikkyou's voice was not helping Victor remain conscious in the slightest. Victor was barely registering his teammates beside him, focusing entirely on keeping his heavy eye lids from snapping closed. It wasn't until the soft, slightly nervous voice of the woman hit his ears that Victor's eyes shot open. Ms. P! She was one of the few ladies present, outside of his team, and her presence was always appreciated. Adjusting his beret and wiping the drool from his mouth, Victor rested his elbow on the table in front of the team, and then place his fist against his chin. Ms. P didn't even notice, and was already addressing the team leader, Ms. Shourichi.

"Ah, um, Commander Shourichi, do you and your team have uhm, plans to deal with an attack during the delivery?"

Ms. Shourchi didn't speak for a few seconds, but immediately, her bombastic and cool voice broke the silence of the room.

"You bet your nice little ass that we have a plan."

Victor immediately broke into applause, nodding in agreement with the statement. He sure as hell didn't know what their plan was, but Ms. P did have a nice, if petite, derriere. He slowly stopped the enthused applause, just as Ms. Shourichi continued with her statement.

"I don't know the whole plan myself, but we shouldn't have any problems on an escort mission, even if we run into something. All components that can be waterproofed are waterproofed, and there's no reason to doubt Promethion can function in an aquatic environment. Noooo sweat."

Victor continued to nod, agreeing with the sentiments. He also had no clue what the hell their plan would be, but the Sharur was built to withstand intense pressure and was airtight to allow underground travel. It should be able to function in underwater conditions... Only problem was, Sharur could only use it's legs for propulsion, and was far too heavy to float. If Victor fell into a deep body of water, he would have to abandon ship and pray he could swim for it. Of course, these concerns didn't manifest themselves on Victor's face, which remained as cocky and brash as usual.

"C'mon Ms. P, you know we can handle it, even if we ran in guns blazing. We're just that awesome!"

Victor was about to lean back in his chair and place his legs on top of the desk, before realizing that the last time he did that, he fell and got a concussion. Instead, he chose to to place his hands behind his head and lean back as much as possible without pushing the chair legs off the ground. That was when a higher pitched, slightly effeminate voice spoke up near Victor.

"Ms. Stoll seems to have some concerns!"

Ah, there he was. Turning his head, Victor saw the beaming face of Michel. Kid was pretty girly, but Victor planned on molding the youngster after his own image. After all, he was the only other male pilot, and Victor always wanted to be looked up to as a role model. Victor liked the kid though - He was nice, respectful, and the kid always did his best to help out the team. Victor honestly wished he was more like Michel in that regard - hell, he kind of thought of himself as a scumbag! But Michel was a good kid, and was even helping out Ms. Stoll. Speaking of...

Victor turned his attention towards her, just as the woman started signing. Victor had joined the sign language class in high school for his foreign language credits since the teacher was quite attractive and the Spanish teacher hated his guts. Even being raised in a Cuban family, Victor knew that Mr.Ramirez would have found a way to make him fail that class. He certainly didn't remember half the stuff he learned, but this would be a good chance to check out Ms. Stoll. Victor leaned closer, doing his best to look like he was watching all of her motions carefully.

<The glorious Commander prefers improvisation, since we do not know what each Kaiju will be like anyway. A basic plan usually suffices. What security precautions are being taken?>

Obviously, Victor was barely able to pick up any words at all, most of Ms. Stoll's motions being incredibly fast paced and fluid. However, Victor managed to understand several words while looking at her rack, which surprised even him.

"Something something Improvise-something. Then she said some more stuff, I heard a 'plan', and 'usually'. Finally, she asked something about security, and I know it was a question cause she also said 'what'."

Victor mimicked Hazel, holding his arms at about shoulder width apart with palms faced up, the sign for 'What'. After doing so, he took off his beret and ruffled his hair, before groaning in frustration.

"UGGHH, Whatever, I suck at sign language - Anybody got a pen and paper?" Victor called out, completely oblivious to the notebook in Hazel's pocket.
I'll get a post up sometime tomorrow.

Edit: Sorry, old friend called me up to celebrate his birthday. I'll post this Wednesday instead, sorry for taking awhile.
Greed had found immense comfort while cradling his new possession, gently touching the various buttons and causing new windows and sections to appear on the screen, to which the man did not react in the slightest. Greed was having quite the jovial time, and quickly erased all the windows, instead turning the screen to a nearly mute audio, only providing slight background noise. Turning his back to the magic weather man Greed saw that the tension in the air was only increasing, and Greed carefully made his way to the wall in which the screen was, praying that it had some defense functions. Even heavily weakened, a fight between these two never ended well for anybody... Before anything serious occurred, however, the door to the side of the room opened, revealing a man with graying hair and a uniform that appeared very... formal. Greed loved the style, the way it seemed so sharp, yet also radiating power...

Greed wanted one.

"I see that you are all fitting in quite well, hmmm? Oh, pardon me. I seem to have forgot myself for a moment. I am Sebastion Gilmore, owner of this house. I will be checking back here every so often to make sure that the place is...in order."

The man turned slightly, glancing at the table that was shattered to smithereens, bent metal shooting out in random directions. Greed clenched his teeth, every muscle in his body tensing. He knew exactly what he would do to somebody if they broke his things...

"Obviously, you'll have to pay for that. Does anybody have a check?"

Somethings that the man said were strange and foreign, but Greed got the basic message he was conveying. By house, he was most likely referring to the place they were in, and a check was most likely a form of payment for something. A check was probably something like a tribute, or something that is traded with a person to apologize for damages and keep themselves from being burned in the lake of fire. Envy spoke up, and Greed pondered if she knew the true nature of this 'Check' object. Sloth seemed to question the nature of the word as well, but he spoke so softly that Greed barely heard him. He turned to her and shook his head, before returning attention to the well-dressed man. Or, he would, before Wrath started to shout.

Greed was too far away to shut him up, and was hoping that Wrath wouldn't go to far. This guy may realize that he was the one who broke the table, and kill him or torture him for years on end. After all, Greed has done far worse for far less, and he didn't want his friend to be eviscerated while they were all weakened.

"What? No! I just felt the contemptuous will of that whelp Pride nearly bind me! Where are my powers?!"

Had it not been for his iron grip on his one possession, he would have dropped the remote to the ground. Greed could feel an emptiness ever since the man entered the room, but he had not focused on it thanks to the man's attire captivating his attention. He was unable to sense anyone's desires with his Evil Eye, and was positive that summoning his remote to from a far distance would result in failure... This man was powerful... Only a few beings possessed this sort of power, and the fact that one would be overseeing them... Even with his memory problems of the event, Greed knew that god must have sent this man to make sure the Demons didn't try to regain their power or subjugate the human race while his back was turned. But why? Why go through all this effort to keep them captive? Why was - PRIDE SMASHING THE CHAIR OVER WRATH'S HEAD, OH GOD.

The fight was much shorter than Greed had initially anticipated, and Wrath seemingly lacked his once boundless durability. With a mere two strikes (two very... brutal strikes), Wrath was rendered unconscious, and the chair broke a leg, rendering his interest in it completely void. A broken possession is about as useful as hellfire on your skin. Well, hellfire on the skin of those who were not immune to hellfire.

Pride began to greet the man with that familiar polite tone. She used that when asking for something, or appealing to someone with lots of power who would be to tiresome to force into something.

"...It is a...pleasure to make your acquaintance. I assure you, one of us will pay for these damages to your property."

Her eyes, albeit subtly, moved towards Greed for a few seconds, and he could feel sweat appear on his back. The others didn't know that he was missing his vault, so obviously they would assume he could pay for the damages... Oh well. Greed knew that, even though he didn't have anything now, he could easily find someone to be burned in hellfire in order to pay for the table... Or, he could just buy a new table. Greed was very happy once Pride tried to convince the man to leave. The sooner he left them, the faster they could explore their new surroundings and begin to spread their corruption. That was, until Lust opened her mouth. Greed couldn't exactly blame her, he was curious about the man as well. Perhaps they had tried to kill one another on the fields of battle. But asking questions would just cause him to stay longer than he needed to...

While this was going on, Greed simply resigned to leaning against the wall. He always acted in the background, supporting the group with items and slaves, and his persuasive abilities were very unlikely to sway this being to leave them any faster. Pride would take care of the situation, as she normally did, and they would all discuss their next move after Gilmore leaves and Wrath wakes up. Greed already knew he would have to come clean about his vault, and find a way to pay for that table... Maybe he would ask the humans what a check was?
@Rune_Alchemist
Greed is going to kiss major ass and join student council. Considering how often students come to student council with problems, Greed will have his hands full most of the time.

Plus the lost and found will probably be pretty empty from now on...
The tension in the air was so thick that it was palpable, and the stare down between the two powerhouses of the sins would terrify the bravest of souls. Of course, having dealt with these sorts of arguments for thousands of years, Greed knew that ignoring them was the best strategy. At worst, they would only hurt each other. Instead, Greed kept his attention on the black screen, looking for any discerning markings or letters that would clue him in on it's purpose. This investigation was cut short when one of the women, most likely Lust considering her... Assets, approached Greed and answered his inquiry.

"That?"

The woman bent down to the floor and began to search around, blinking rapidly and rubbing her eyes. After several seconds of searching she rose up with a strange device that Greed had not noticed before.

"I'm not sure, but try poking it with this thing as see what happens. If nothing happens it means you aren't poking it hard enough. Really get in there until things start cracking."

Greed gently took the object, making sure to hide his smirk. Lust must have been trying to take make him out to be a fool. Why would he ever poke something so hard it cracks? If it didn't work with the slightest of taps, then why the hell would a human use it? They are creatures that are slothful, and wouldn't use excessive force unless they had to... Unless, this screen was a weapon. Gently, Greed poked the black surface with the remote, and nearly jumped from the loud noise behind him.

"Now SILENCE."

A chill rushed down Greed's spine and, for several seconds, he refused to make a sound. Eventually, however, he gasped and began to breath heavily, being released from Pride's influence. That was one of his least favorite parts about her - she was always ready to use that power of hers, and it always effected the people around her. It was only thanks to the fact that her voice wasn't directed straight at Greed and their thousands of years together that Greed was able to shake the effect so quickly. Greed simply shook his head and turned back to the screen, turning away from the argument unfolding. This was the point when the argument would stop. Wrath would step down, since Pride always used her power when she was trying to win an argument. Wrath felt the full brunt of her voice, so he must have been shaking in his boots right now. The object had dozens of buttons, all easy to press and pleasant to the touch. Greed carefully read the text on or next to the buttons, and tried many until he was left with one button in the upper right of the object. It was circular, odd considering most of the other buttons were rectangles or squares, and was red with a white symbol. The symbol itself appeared to be a circle with a line partially protruding from the top of the circle. This button drew his attention since, unlike most of the other buttons, it completely lacked text.

All the while, the room slowly began to tremble, and Greed shuddered in fear - Wrath wasn't standing down. This had only happened a few times in the extensive span of time that the group knew each other, and it was always over the biggest reasons. Greed knew the second that the words "Try me..." escaped Wrath's lips, it was time to be afraid. The shards of glass trembled slightly, and Greed immediately hurried his work on the black screen, praying that it was a weapon he could use to shield himself from the ensuing fight.

With great care, Greed placed the remote flat on the screen, and pressed the power button, only for nothing to happen. Of course nothing would happen, this thing was useless! Angrily, Greed backed away from the screen, and pointed the remote once more at the screen, this time at a distance of about 5 feet. Once he pressed the button, the black screen immediately brightened, revealing a man in a suit talking in front of a map.

"-and there is a slight chance of rain this week, with possible thunderstorms on Saturday."

On the screen, percentages were listed underneath pictures of rain clouds, and the man continued to drone on and on about the weather. Greed was now at a significantly further distance, and it took him nearly 30 seconds to realize that the man talking wasn't really there. How he managed to put himself into the screen, Greed wasn't completely aware, but he obviously couldn't see the demons or he would have asked what was with the fight going on behind Greed. More that this, Greed pondered who the hell this man was - he could predict the weather, with amazing accuracy if the percentages were to be believed. He must have been an incredible wizard to accomplish such a feat...

More importantly, Greed was glad to have the remote. Hw toyed with it, playing with the volume and turning it up and down, like a child with a new toy. This remote was his now - he claimed it. In the back of his mind, behind the joy of getting a new possession, Greed hoped that the fight would be dispelled thanks to this man suddenly appearing in the screen.
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