EviiPaladin

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

Brad was glad. After getting the professor back on subject, the lesson was proceeding smoothly. Not to mention he was actually learning a lot from this. Maybe he would try and work Synchros into his deck somehow...

Of course, normality was in short supply at Duel Tower. The events tore through the classroom like a typhoon, mainly because a typhoon was actually involved. Fortunately, being from the South meant that sudden tornadoes were something Brad had dealt with before. Less fortunately, they were normally not in the same class as him. Barely avoiding getting knocked out by a flying chair, the large teen pushed himself off the floor to try and figure out the situation.

Nathaniel and the non-creepy girl from the principal's office were looking after the badly injured adult while a bunch of other students took it upon themselves to pursue the deadly assailant. With this in mind, Brad decided he finally had made up his mind about Nathaniel.

Running over to the downed security officer, he turned to the prof. "Which way to tha infirmary?" he asked, motioning to the other two to help put the older gentleman on his back. "Preferably a route in tha opposite direction as tha rest o' them."

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

Glad I wasn't wrong in hoping that someone would scream during Wilhelms's class.

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

Brad hated note taking. He had always been terrible at it. His handwriting was both slow and almost illegible. He remembered Coach making a joke about how if football didn't work out for him, he could always become a doctor.

That being said, it was a necessary evil. As the professor got more and more off-topic, Brad was torn. On the one hand, it gave him more time to catch up on the other notes. On the other, it meant he was stuck listening to an old man's rant against the youth instead of something actually useful.

As much as he hated to be 'That Guy', Brad wasn't going to waste the education he was offered at this school. Raising his hand, he spoke up. "Professor Wilhelms, is there any other way of summonin' Synchro monsters aside from Synchro Summonin'?"

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

Giving a curt nod in place of a vocal 'thank you', Brad moved past Nathaniel and into the classroom. As his brain tried to process the thousand different things going on, the loudest thought was considering if he was undereating and suffering from hallucinations.

There were bizarre green rings hanging from the ceiling. While not a licensed contractor or anything of the sort, he couldn't shake the feeling that that had to be breaking some protocol or another.

There seemed to be an altercation brewing between a particularly loud group of students of varying dorms. Judging by the laid-back attitude of the one sitting down, Brad got the feeling that that particular boy was probably the root cause. Not that he had any intention of getting involved in that mess.

Last but certainly not least, one bizarre looking kid 'poofed' into the room, for lack of a better term. Not only that but there was no Angelo in sight.

At least the professor had some semblance of a normal appearance, but Brad was careful not to get his hopes up. Taking a seat near the front of the class, he pulled out a notepad and a pencil. Well, he had come to this school to learn and understanding Synchros would be an important thing to have under his belt.

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

As Brad entered the class room, he was a bag of mixed emotions. It felt good to finally be able to stretch his legs again, after spending so much time cooped up under his parents' stern supervision. To feel the blood pumping through his veins. To feel the joints begin to ache once more. To feel the cold sweat being wiped off his head by the back of his hand. It was like being reunited with an old friend.

And yet... Brad couldn't help but feel disappointed. He had not expected his body to do so poorly. Sure, he knew that he wouldn't be the veritable blur with feet that he once was but a simple stair exercise left him winded. He would have to buckle down and resume his training seriously.

While considering what would be a good schedule to fit in the required exercise, he heard his name. Looking over, he spotted Nathaniel. "Howdy." He looked far different from last night. A shower and a lack of grueling activity would do that to a person.

"This is Synchro Summonin' 101, right?" Brad asked, gesturing to the open door.

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

"Thank ya, sir," said Brad morosely, bowing his head. ...That was how you showed respect to the elderly, right?

As he followed Jay out of the room, he took a moment to mess around with his D-Ceiver, pulling up the now-updated class schedule. Synchro Summoning... Hopefully Angelo would be there, so he could talk about trading with the guy. Pulling out the lone Tuner he had, he pondered if it would be worth anything to the Dragunity user. More than Reptiles would... he figured, putting it back in his pocket.

He quickly thanked Jay but took a detour to take the stairs. The classroom was only a few floors beneath the principal's office, so he might as well try and squeeze in a bit more cardio. Training would have to pick up quickly if he wanted to get back into optimal shape.

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

Once the rest of the first years in the room had said their piece, Brad stepped forward. "I'm not changin' courses either. I was just wonderin' about tha mail."

Brad awkwardly shifted his weight, not exactly thrilled about having to share personal information with his classmates in earshot. "I promised ma family I'd send them some letters. I didn't see anythin' about tha mail services on tha..." Brad gestured at his wrist-mounted D-Ceiver, unable to recall the name of the device. "...Beeper."

It suddenly occurred to Brad that perhaps he would've been better off asking a different staff member, as he looked down at the elderly headmaster. He must've been about the same age as Grammie and she hadn't exactly been 'all there' for a few years.

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

@EviiPaladin By the way, not going to have Brad say what he wants? You're basically getting kicked out because classes start in a moment.

@Ammokkx

Oh, I'll get a post up in a sec. Thought you were going to respond to the two who wanted to change classes first, since Brad's question was unrelated to that.

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

There were few times in life in which Brad had been actually ignored. His size contributed to that statistic. But if he was being honest, he much preferred that to being insulted. And seeing how the girl decided to rate the other guy like some prime piece of sirloin, maybe being ignored wasn't so bad. He didn't even want to think about what kind of rating she would give him.

Instead, he silently followed the trio inside the office, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the room. To his surprise, the best part was the smell. The aroma of the wood mixed with whoever was wearing a light perfume. Odds would suggest the secretary but Brad had met some fellows who swore by it. Considering how godawful guys could smell, a little perfume couldn't hurt.

Being the last one to arrive, he decided to wait his turn. So Brad awkwardly shuffled over to the side, doing what he could to avoid Little Miss Rater's field of view.

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

After quickly polishing off his not-so-balanced breakfast, Brad brought the dishes over to the sink and thanked the dishwasher curtly. Since he hadn't been informed of his schedule yet, it couldn't hurt to try and take out a couple birds with a single stone. The top floor was quite a ways away and would make for some good cardio. Taking off his blazer to avoid Nathaniel's previous mistake, he tied it around his waist and took off on a quick jog.

Once upon a time, people had told him that he ran like he had wings on his feet. Others described it in... less pleasant terms. Unfortunately, even with the injury healed, Brad was out of practice. He could feel the sluggishness of his stiff movements. Taking a deep breath, he picked up the pace as he reached the staircase. Tapping at his stopwatch, Brad looked up at the near infinite flight of steps. Might as well time myself...

Reaching the top floor, Brad took a moment to lean on the wall. It was not a good time, the double meaning unfortunately missed by the jock. Wiping his forehead, he noticed a girl knocking on what he had to guess was the principal's door.

"Is this tha line?" he asked, his voice deep but raspy from the exercise.