Nova watched as Griselda fumbled around to see if anything magnetic was in the classroom. Nova was pretty sure the redhead's Raiment had something to do with that. When Griselda told Nova 'I can't,' she unclasped her bag and rummaged around through it. She found an old wood button at the bottom, but nothing metal. Then she realized, clasps, her bag had metal clasps!
"Here sweety," Nova set her bag on a nearby desk, and removed one of the clasps. "Use this. If I remember correctly, you have magnetism?" She set held the clasps loosely in her hand, waiting for the shy girl to respond.
Kayne's next destination after the Diviner classroom was the Elementor classroom, just not far from the previous one. His mind was laden with the hope that things would turn well for the couple on the free day after the electives. It would be up to those two for what would happen next after his assistance in setting up the mood. The professor's arms were still full with the bags of cookies, but he could hear someone's nervous tone, a sign of lack of self-confidence, together with the encouraging words from another female, possibly his co-worker. Adjusting the hold and stretching his arm out a bit, the raven-haired chef knocked on the door a bit loudly. After all, he still had a goal to accomplish even with the situations that were less than favorable for him.
"Excuse me! Special delivery from the cooking professor!" he called out loudly from the other side of the door. Kayne knew he was interrupting something important but if the anxiety was left unchecked, that would lead to even worse circumstances, hence he had to show up and motivate them.
Griselda was doomed to failure. With nothing metallic in sigh for her to use, she has no way of demonstrating her raiment. She may as well slowly lay her head against the table and reflect on her failure for the rest of class, perhaps for the rest of the day. However, Professor Lovefield did not give up on her student. Instead, she found out a way to help Griselda with her demonstration. She had not noticed the metal clasps on her professor's bag, and it is with one clasp that Griselda is to demonstrate her control over magnetism. With a metal clasp in hand, she took a few deep breathes to help relax her nerves some and prepared to show some of her magnetism ability. That is until she heard a loud knock and someone calling out from the other side of the classroom's door. That was more than enough to make Griselda jump out of her seat and accidentally cause to metal clasp to repulse from her hand and shoot toward the door. The force was not enough to cause any serious damage to the door, but it may spook the person on the other side of the door due to loud "bang" he will hear as soon as the metal clasp hit the door. How silly Griselda must look in front of her peers. With her face flushed with red, she bowed apologetically and said,
"I-I'm sorry!"
โ โฟฮน ฮฑะผ:[Griselda Hawkins] โ โฟะผฯฮทัั:[Carrying Bag with writing utensils, materials and good luck charm] โ โฟฯะฝฮฑั ฮฑะผ ฮน โฯฮนฮทg:[Demonstrating?] โ โฟฯะฝััั ฮฑะผ ฮน:[Elementor Classroom] โ โฟฯะฝฮฑั ฮฑะผ ฮน ฯัฮฑัฮนฮทg:[Casual] โ โฟะผฮฑัะบฮนะธgั:[On Her Back] โ โฟฯฯะธโฮนัฮนฯะธ:[Healthy] โ โฟฮฑฯฯัะธั:[You like my voice?] โ โฟOOC: [Posting layout is work in progress.]
Nova watched as Griselda picked up the metal clasp. She remembered how shy this girl was even when she was first and second year. She needed a self esteem boost, and as much as she wanted to help her privately, Nova thought the student would most likely take staying after as punishment, scolding that she needed better control, yada yada. Nova watched as the girl settled her nerves, at least, it looked like that. Poor thing. It seemed Griselda was just about to demonstrate her Raiment when someone knocked loudly at the door. Nova noticed Griselda jump, before the clasp flew out of her hand toward the door. The person behind the thick door shouted something along the lines of 'Special Delivery,' though it was hard to hear. Nova would half run over to the door, pulling it open to reveal none other than Jolly Kayne himself, bearing gifts... were those cookies?
"Well class, what a nice surprise! Everyone, please welcome the cooking sensation, the miracle chef, the bearer of cookies, it's none other than, JOLLY KAYNEEEEE!" She shouted, hands cupped around her mouth. Nova gestured for him to bow, and then she explained, "I see you come bearing gifts. I would say put them on my desk but... let's just say we've had an eventful class today." She chuckled lightly. It was true, they had indeed had an eventful class. Between Ivan's desk incineration and Cathy's strange analogies, Nova was certain this was the weirdest class she had ever been to. Nova walked over to Griselda, where she would whisper to get quietly,
Don't worry about it. There is always next time. Besides, no one got hurt." Nova turned back to Kayne, to whom she said You can set the cookies on an empty desk. I'll pass them out end of class."
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"KAAAAAAAYNE!" Pepper nearly shouted, hopping out of her seat and making a b line for the cooking professor whom she had not seen in quite some time. She pushed her way past the taller people in the room before launching herself at jolly ol' Kayne, gently hugging his body. Her bright green eyes, so full of energy and curiosity would gaze into his, the child smiling at the man who she had made sweets for all but a few days ago. "I missed you! Even though it's been two days, but still! How are you? Thanks for bringing the class cooking! DO you need help? Do you know the new professor?" Her mouth moved a mile a minute, asking question after question at Kayne until stopped or interrupted, yet it was done so in a sort of caring way. Like a younger sibling.
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Henry Reinhardt The Smoker After a few minutes, Henry figures that he might need to show off his raiment sooner or later. As such, while everyone else is preoccupied with the sudden appearance of the guest, he pulls out his pipe and fills it properly with tobacco. He then pulls out his lighter and begins taking puffs, forming a small cloud in his general area. Whether or not the smell filled the class was everyone else's problem. Henry, though, was used to the smell, so didn't mind it.
So that's their raiments, huh? Fire, magnetism, shadow, that guy with ray beams, and the one with smoke. It seemed more or less pretty practical. Of course, that's something awkward for Nanashi to think considering his is more practical. That's pretty much what Elementors are, in a way. As the smoke man finished his presentation, Nanashi looked around and saw that everyone went. Getting up, off his seat, he walked into the middle of the area, passing by Grizelda. Hey, it's not that bad. If you used my sword here, it'd be a lot worse... Nanashi said to her, as he got to the desk, taking a cookie off the table. Mmm, these are great... What flavor? He asked, as he finished the cookie, sucking his fingers. Anyway, I'm Kuzunoha Nanashi, from Akavir. I do Aerokinesis. Nanashi said, as he dug his hands into his bag, taking an apple out of a bag that contained more snacks he had. Nanashi then tossed it up in the air before weaving handsigns and creating a small vortex of wind in his hands before flinging the razor sharp orbs at the apple. After the obs passed through, the apple came back in pieces. And there you have it. Nanashi said, eating one of the bits.
The professor was actually surprised at the sight of the little chef jogging to give him a soft hug. Chuckling a little, he gave the young girl a gentle pat on the head, a sign of affection towards the girl. "You may come along for the delivery if you like, and I have seen the new professor once. Feel free to show up at class tomorrow." He then eyed the Elementor professor upon hearing her words and laughed. Yep, those little rascals surely know how to show off. I hope they will show the same enthusiasm during electives day tomorrow. " Following with the notions, he let go of Pepper and then placed the bag filled with cookies into the tray. As much as he wanted to watch more of the show, he still had to accomplish the deliveries. Pepper would definitely be a great asset to the current task.
"Okay, everyone, I'll be heading off to continue on with the deliveries. For those here who have signed up for the cooking classes, go to the kitchen tomorrow. Until then, see you later." With a nod towards the apprentice chef that insinuated that she could come along with him, he then left the classroom.
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Cathy was definitely feeling proud of herself after the demonstration and she let the fire dwindle away slowly until the ball was cool to the touch again. She sat down as instructed after putting the ball down, silently watching her roommate going to demonstrate next, but there was the nervous, crestfallen look on Zelda's face and she was alarmed. The princess was indeed worried; she had given the other the pep talk back then and it was as if she had suddenly forgotten about it. It was only through the professor's reassurance that the red-head was able to pick herself up, only to be startled by the arrival of the cooking professor. The princess would shouted at him if it wasn't for the fact that he came to deliver cookies. God, her mouth was starting to water...
After that, smoke and air came next for the demonstration, but she had to cover her mouth since the scent was cloying and even the teacher would not be impressed by the potency. In fact, even the court mage themselves would be pissed upon the discovery unless there would be the specific reason as to why smoke must be created.
Nova watched as the small and excited redhead darted over to Kayne, hugging him. It seemed they had a relationship. Perhaps the young one enjoyed cooking. Nova also watched as a young man walked over and picked up a cookie, eating the pastry. She was baffled at the fact he would openly ignore his teacher to eat a cookie. She had specified that she would pass them out at the end of class. Just as she was about to scold him, an awful smell reached her from the far corner of the room. She began to cough. Nova didn't have asthma, but smoke still made her cough. It was hard to make out the figure, but she knew it was a student. Before she would exclaim at him, Nova watched the boy, Nanashi, demonstrate his Raiment. Nodding a bit at Nanashi, she yelled across the room at the smoker.
"*cough* HEY! *cough* CUT THAT OUT! She managed to yell. "Class *cough* Dismissed. We shouldn't continue the lesson with this air quality. *cough* You," Nova said, pointing at the smoker, "Stay here. You'd better explain yourself." In a learning in enviornment, scratch that, in HER learning enviornment, Nova had a zero tolerance for any smoking or other addictive actions. And, he had forced her to end class, which made her mad, since it was her first day. She walked over to the cookies, picked them up, and passed them out by the door, making sure to shake her head at Nanashi if he were to ask. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
Henry Reinhardt The Smoker Looking over at the furious professor, Henry simply shrugs his shoulders as an initial explanation. It's only after another momentary puff that he continues. "Yeah. I do have an explanation, and it's a legitimately good one." He takes another few puffs, letting out a good amount of smoke as he does so. This time, though, the smoke seemed to gather around him, not dispersing. After he's accumulated a small amount, he dumps the used tobacco into a small tin for disposal later on, and puts his pipe away.
Once the pipe's away, he extends his hand, with his palm facing outwards, and the smoke forms into a ball in his hand. "Last I checked, this was a class for Elementors." The begins spinning the smoke ball in his hand, standing up as he does so. "I knew that it was only going to be a matter of time before you called on me and asked me to demonstrate my raiment. So I went ahead and started preparing, since you don't have a reliable source of smoke in here." Dividing the ball into three, he begins juggling them in his right hand. "I can manipulate smoke, as you can plainly see. One problem, though. I can't create it, and you don't have a good source of it in here. Not one that lasts. So I brought my own." The smoke forms into a small arrow, pointing at his pipe case.
A few moments after the arrow had formed, he shapes it back into single ball, and tosses it up at the ceiling, where it disperses as he releases his control from it. "So, Miss, you now have a few options. See, I can't continue to hone my raiment skills in this class if you're not going to let me use my raiment. So, Option 1: You penalize me for being prepared. Option 2: You let me continue this...transgression...so that I can do what I'm supposed to do in this class. Option 3: You provide another source of smoke for when I need to do my work here." He shrugs again. "It's your call. But again, I just figured that if you called on me and THEN I started to prep my pipe, you'd have even more of a problem with it."
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Happy to see that Kayne was doing well, Pepper continued in her cheerful mood as always. As her head was pat by the man, she would press it further into the palm of his hand unintentionally. It was a weakness of hers, having her head or hair toyed with. It seemed he was pretty busy, and even said she could tag along with him should she wish to! It certainly was a very enticing offer, that's for sure. "I would love to! I'm not doing anything else anyway!~" The small chef proclaimed, sitting up in her seat and collecting her things. The quill, inkwell, and parchment found its way back into her bag before She faced the professor. "Sorry! I really gotta go help Kayne! So really quick, I'm Pepper, my raiment is controlling water. I'll show you another time! Byebye!" On that note, the redhead scurried out of the classroom along with Kayne, eager to help in whatever adventure or task he had planned for himself.
Nova gave all the cookies away but a few, looking up to the back of the class at the smoker. She left the door propped open as she walked up to him and sat backwards on the seat in front of him. She listened as he talked back to her, and puffing his pipe once more. Nova was holding in a cough as he talked. She watched as he put the pipe away and controlled the smoke. So that was his Raiment. Smoke manipulation. He started saying this was a 'class for Elementors'. Nova formed a twitch in her left eye as she watched him play with the smoke. Oh, how she wanted to strangle him, suspend him, even smash him into the ground with her Raiment. Crush every single bone in his body. Sadly, she was a teacher, and would be fired herself if she obliterated this disrespectful as hell child. He explained why he had smoked his pipe, saying she didn't have a reliable and lasting source of smoke. She would not speak until he was done 'explaining', though, so she kept her lips sealed. For the moment. Her twitch persisted throughout his explaination of her three options. He had it coming. His final statement made her internally sigh. Plastering a fake smile in her face, Nova responded to the disrespectful smoker.
"Okay, I am going to say this once, and only once. For starters, in this class, we have at least two fire Elementors. You could ask one of them to light one of the many flammable objects in the room." Nova gestured to the flammable ashes of her desk. "To give you smoke to control. I feel your pipe has more to do with your horrible nicotine addiction, rather than your Raiment. And as for the options, I would prefer option four. You A, respect my authority, and B, you keep that pipe out of my classroom. I have the right to confiscate it if I see or smell it again. I would rather you not pollute my classroom or risk the health if another, even if it means bringing a flint and steel to class. Also, you could have explained your Raiment first, rather than ruining class. If you had explained, I could've asked Catherine to burn some wood for you, rather than you using your pipe. You are now dismissed. This behavior shall not continue, or I will personally escort you home, with the signed letter of suspension balanced on your long nose." Just to make a point, Nova strengthened the gravity to an extreme amount, making his hands slam down on the desk if they weren't touching it, and the smoke balls be crushed as they hit the desk. She then resets the gravity, and starts walking out of the room.
Tala Maxwell ~ Classroom Elementor ~ Tala had tensed at the smell, wrinkling his nose before casting a glance around - it wasn't a scent he liked very much, mainly for the fact, it reminded him of one of the old guards back home... Okay, it was an advantage that he could smell the man coming - of course - but the asphyxiating breath when the bearded man perceived you to be 'up to no good' and cornered you for a 'random' interrogation had always been more than a little overpowering...
Instinctively, once he realised he was in no danger of the man appearing, Tala would glance to the window and when Nova dismissed the class, he would linger slightly longer, cracking it open to help disperse the scent before packing up his things and taking his leave - and a cookie.
With his history in sleight of hand and five-fingered-discounts, Tala couldn't help but feel a great temptation to take an extra cookie when they found their inevitable resting place back on Nova's desk - It wouldn't necessarily be for him, but perhaps for his roommate as a thanks for his support the other day...?
It seemed all too easy as the tutor had left the door propped open to create airflow, so, standing out of the line of vision, yet in full view of the desk he would wait until Nova's back was turned, then he would create a small rat-like-shade which would scamper discretely across the room, clamber up onto the desk where the cookies had settled and then silently to sneak a morsel off the plate...
He was close enough to hear the male's explanation and also Nova's advice as to what the male could do in the future, but as it felt the conversation was drawing to a close, Tala realised he needed to make haste and so turned the rat back towards him...
The creature's ears twitched and it picked up a cookie, looking back at it's master before sprouting wings and making a leap for the exit... It was whilst the shade was in mid-flight that Nova would strengthen the gravity of the room - although Tala wasn't close enough to feel the exact effects of her raiment, his eyes would widen as the winged-rat, seemingly well on the way towards freedom, would suddenly slam into the ground, exploding in a silent puff of dust whilst the cookie it had claimed crumbled as though it had been trodden on forcibly by another student...
Knowing that cursing his luck aloud would draw attention and perhaps a scolding, Tala took a step back before turning - he couldn't help but exhale a growl as another student using the same corridor failed to notice him and almost caused a collision... Glaring at the poor male, Tala shouldered his backpack and made his way swiftly up the corridor, making a decision to perhaps head to the bakery and purchase his roommate some cookies instead...
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Griselda is feeling disappointed in herself. Its not like she doesn't know how to control her raiment. This was something she has been practicing for a few years now. Her father helped her the best he can, then the academy took over. As a third year student, she is expected to have at least some level of control, and she has more than that. If only she was not the nervous wreck that she is and can get freaked out by a simple knock on the door. Today proved that isn't her skills with her raiment that needs improving. If she is to be the best she can be, she has to improve herself socially. Eventually she has to engage socially on a daily basis without her nerves overwhelming her. She has to practice this skill until she gets a hang of it.
Someone who walked past her mentioned something along the lines of that it was good that it was only a metal clasp that flung toward the door due to her raiment. If it were the person's sword, it could've been disastrous. Griselda isn't sure if she was suppose to feel relieved or worse after such a statement. Other demonstrations came along, starting with air. That means three out of the four natural elements are sitting in this class if she is to include the small child named Pepin. Like other people in the room, Griselda did not have a fondness for the smoke that causing others and herself to feel uncomfortable She didn't cough at all, but the smell of smoke irritated her. The professor became furious at the student, who responded by demonstrating his control over smoke. At least Griselda can understand the student's intention behind smoking the pipe knowing what he had to do with the limited resources he had, something she has to commend him for.
Finally, the class is over. Everyone has been handed out a cookie that was delivered to the classroom by their visitor, although Griselda doesn't feel as if she deserved it. She slowly rose out of her seat and picked up her bag before slowly stepping over to Catherine. Griselda gave the princess her cookie and tried to leave the classroom, but one wrong step on her bad heel made her grit her teeth fall forward, although took hold of a table that prevented her from falling on her face. With the support of the table, she lifted her body back up and made her way over to a wall. Now with her back against the wall, she can breathe a bit easier and give her heel a moment to recover before trying to leave the classroom again.
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โ โฟฮน ฮฑะผ:[Griselda Hawkins] โ โฟะผฯฮทัั:[Carrying Bag with writing utensils, materials and good luck charm] โ โฟฯะฝฮฑั ฮฑะผ ฮน โฯฮนฮทg:[Trying to leave] โ โฟฯะฝััั ฮฑะผ ฮน:[Elementor Classroom] โ โฟฯะฝฮฑั ฮฑะผ ฮน ฯัฮฑัฮนฮทg:[Casual] โ โฟะผฮฑัะบฮนะธgั:[On Her Back] โ โฟฯฯะธโฮนัฮนฯะธ:[Healthy] โ โฟฮฑฯฯัะธั:[You like my voice?] โ โฟOOC: [Posting layout is work in progress.]
Henry Reinhardt The Smoker "Yeah, no. I don't ask others for favors." Henry responds when she describes 'option 4'. "Next thing, if you are worried about disrupting a class, don't you think that lighting a campfire in the middle of a relatively unventilated room is a worse option than my pipe? If not, then you're an idiot. Look around!" His eyes dart around the room. "There's no fire pit, no area in the room where we could contain a campfire. Sure, we have fire Elementors, but last I checked, this was a class for training. We still all have a lot of room to grow. Say we throw some wood on the floor and light it. In seconds, there will be enough fire to burn not just this room down, but the whole building. Do you really want that? Do you really think that they'd be able to handle that quantity of flame?"
He pauses for a moment. "Fire aside, the amount of smoke that would be produced that source would be too extreme. Even if it was contained, I can't control that much smoke for that long. What I just did with the smoke from the pipe? That was a significant amount of time for me. Multiply that quantity by lighting a log on fire, or several desks, and my ability to demonstrate diminishes quickly."
Relaxing his hands with the normal gravity, he gently rubs his right wrist. "I know you're against it, Professor, but my pipe is the safest and best option, in my eyes. Again, I don't know how skilled the fire elementors are. Even given sufficient skill, the quantity of smoke being produced becomes an issue. You want to talk choking hazards? That's a big one. People are just as likely, maybe more, to suffocate from smoke than to be burned to death in a fire. My pipe though? Very small amount of fire, with a sufficient amount of smoke. Easily controlled, which is something I like. Certainly more reliable that depending on one of your other trainees to produce the correct amount. It's perfect for something like this. It has nothing to do with any addiction, and I won't confirm that I have any. It's a matter of usefulness." He begins to walk out of the class. "My pipe stays. That's the long and the short of it. You want to have me expelled? You can explain to the administrators how I was thinking about the health and safety of everyone else in the room, something which you weren't. A funny thought coming from the one with the pipe, but oh well. A better option than lighting fires that may or may not be effectively controlled. You can explain to them how I came prepared, and chose a less destructive option than you are presenting. The choice is yours. But you need to REALLY think about what's really best for your class."
After another step, he stops momentarily. "I didn't start smoking, then discover my raiment. It's the other way around. I discovered my raiment, then started smoking so that I could regularly practice. You must admit, it seemed a better option than becoming someone who regularly lights stuff on fire just to play with the smoke. If I don't use my pipe, I'll have to get...creative. Neither of us want that."
