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Second Lesson

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  1. "Good evening."
  2.  
  3. The man would lean heavily against the desk, hands clasped infront of him almost lazily as Dyleruns eye scanned acrossed the students present. Some, he recognized. Others, not so much. It didn't matter to him. Those that managed to find themselves here the second time around were at least commited to the art. The latecomers, well....well.
  4.  
  5. "Today, we will discuss memory, and in a deeper aspect of it, control. But first, you were given a brief assignment last time. Focus, memory, and the beginnings of your conditioning to opening a rift."
  6.  
  7. "I need three volunteers. Who would like to stand up?"
  8. (Dylerun Grauhimmel)
  9.  
  10. Klaud waves
  11. (Klaud Cheshire)
  12.  
  13. Nima was a bit slower to come to class this time around. He didn't have Velvet as a partner anymore, Angelo and Chika lost interest on the classes, and he felt like he failed with Dylerun's homework. He pulled out his cube, placing it by the table as he sighed. It looked almost the same, except for the obvious slightly amount of mana inside of it.
  14.  
  15. The boy was far too careful when dealing with it, afraid of breaking the thing.
  16. (Nima Hatayer)
  17.  
  18.  
  19. Klaud Cheshire asks, "Sis is vhere we learn, ja?"
  20.  
  21. Dylerun Grauhimmel says, "Sit down."
  22. Klaud shrugs
  23. (Klaud Cheshire)
  24.  
  25.  
  26. Klaud Cheshire says, "Right to the chase, I like zat."
  27. Thalia runs in, late for her first class..Hooray
  28.  
  29. "I-I'm sorry im late sir, I got preoccupied..."
  30.  
  31. She looks around, Was she supposed to do something...
  32. (Thalia)
  33.  
  34. Yet another lesson of Riftmancy.
  35.  
  36. If Arthur had it his way, he wouldn't miss out a single one until he actually begins opening up the Rifts on his own. Before that happens, he'd need every single bit of knowledge he can possibly muster, and attending these seemed like the best course of action.
  37.  
  38. "Evening, Master Grauhimmel."
  39.  
  40. A greeting back, listening to what he had to say. It wasn't a new thing to him that there were concepts of memory, focus and the journey in order to grasp concepts of Riftmancy. In fact, he'd already figure why exactly they were being done.
  41.  
  42. And of course, he did his homework just right. Raising his hand, he spoke out.
  43.  
  44. "I would like to, Sir."
  45. (Arthur Rowan)
  46.  
  47. A few choice seconds of the rabbit pulling out his capture cube and notebook out of the cloud he often sat upon and gently placed it on another, smaller cloud. A light huff as he watched it lightly shimmer with the mana he stuffed into it. Alls well...
  48.  
  49. "I'll try my hand at volunteering.."
  50.  
  51. Hand..not raised.
  52. (Lu Zain)
  53.  
  54. Her time had been a bit... disorganized after watching Chrom and Zio fighting. However, watching the end of the battle was worthwhile. Into the room she would sweep, aiming to take a seat at the back of the class-- as she had previously hidden behind the dividers.
  55.  
  56. Pulling a pencil from behind a ear, the notebook would fold open as she wrote down the topic for the day.
  57.  
  58. Naturally, a bit more on the introverted part of the spectrum, she didn't raise her hand to volunteer, but rather silently observed at those around jutting their hands up in attempts to assist the teacher in his explanations and the like.
  59. (Zetes)
  60.  
  61. Having been absent for the first lesson, Theo takes a seat at the front and does not volunteer. Hopefully, he'd get the gist of what the last lesson was about in a few minutes..
  62. (Theo)
  63.  
  64. Gil waits for others to offer themselves to the instructor. He does not offer to go up seeing as they were all pretty anxious to be chosen. the shinobi watches as the teacher decides who they want to pick.
  65.  
  66. He looks towards the door, surely more people would come rushing into the classroom. He sat there looking at his forearms.
  67.  
  68.  
  69. He grabs his left wrist and then stretches it out, doing the same motion with the other. He relieves the tension in his forearms from working out. The shinobi was glad to have finished before this started.
  70. (Gil)
  71.  
  72. Feng hadn't realized there was homework to do, frowning lightly. The notes he'd been given by Dylerun had been read several times, but he hadn't found the time to practice with the provided key.
  73.  
  74. Instead, that found itself on the table in front of him. He pondered raising a hand, before deciding against it. He didn't want to humiliate himself with a lack of necessary knowledge.
  75.  
  76. Instead, he pulled out a quill to begin taking new notes.
  77. (Feng Bao)
  78.  
  79. The youngster so spry, just hopped in a nearby chair. Apparently he was late, but there was nothing he could do about that given that he had no idea what was going on, merely taking into account how everyone was and what the prior topic was.
  80.  
  81. "Zee Rift magic...Never heard of sis..." he commented, leaning on the desk.
  82. (Klaud Cheshire)
  83.  
  84. Chrom shows up late, nonchalantly making his way to a seat.
  85. (Chrom Sigma)
  86.  
  87. Dorey rushes class late, and out of breath. He doesn't want to make a scene as he comes in so he sit in an open chair, and takes out a notebook with a pencil in his hand.
  88. (Dorey)
  89.  
  90. "One of the most important parts of Rift magic is memorization. An impeccable memory." Eye would flicker towards those who had interrupted, an eyebrow simply arching slightly before he would push off of the desk and commence his ever present pacing. Like a shark, he slowly drifted forward, hands in his pockets as he spoke aloud to the students.
  91.  
  92. "Your mana is important, and channeling it forward is good. The cart is hitched, but where does it go? You guide the horse." A tap to the side of his head. "In this metaphor, the horse if your mind, memory. If you don't know where to go, if ou falter and forget, your destination could end up very different. Say, you want to rift to a small woods."
  93.  
  94. "You channel your mana, a few minutes for you all once you've managed it. Hard, you're tired already! Its almost going to close, and you step through, though you can't...quite remember. What part of the woods were you going to, again?..."
  95.  
  96. He stood silent a moment, turning to each student in turn. Dylerun looked confused himself, as if he forgot where he was for a handful of moments, before regaining composure.
  97.  
  98. "You brush it off, and step through anyway. Suddenly, you can't feel your entire left side. You turn, and its gone. You accidently shifted five feet to the left because you couldn't quite remember how everything looked. The last thing you see is the green of nature, before you die."
  99.  
  100. Eyes would glance towards those late, taking note of it. A frown creased his face before he continued, drawing in a breath.
  101.  
  102. "Lu, Arthur....and Nima. Step forward, please."
  103. (Dylerun Grauhimmel)
  104.  
  105. Chrom Sigma writes on a sheet of paper.
  106.  
  107. Nima blinked a few times once his name was called by Dylerun- That was more or less the second time a teacher asked him to do something. Did he do something wrong? Perhaps his cube was indeed far too weak or something like that, for the Rift Magi to call him.
  108.  
  109. Or perhaps he was just lacking students that wanted to step forward.
  110.  
  111. "Yes sir."
  112. Said Nima, getting up from his sit and walking forwards with his cube in hands, just in case.
  113. (Nima Hatayer)
  114.  
  115. It was exactly what he's been thinking of the homework.
  116.  
  117. To journey around the places, to reflect on their ambience with the mana cube, to sample their mana, to simply see how they look like and memorize every single detail - to acknowledge the place itself and carefully learn what it consists of.
  118.  
  119. It wasn't hard to figure out the purpose behind homework, but it probably wasn't meant to be hard anyway, right?
  120.  
  121. After hearing out his name, he stood up from his seat, walking over to Dylerun with a nod of acknowledgement to his words; whatever sort of experimentation that would be, he was preparing himself for it, both in his mind and in spirit.
  122.  
  123. Riftmancy was, after all, about confidence, memory and accuracy. Gladly for him, those three were his strong suit.
  124.  
  125. "Understood, Sir."
  126.  
  127. Standing infront of Dylerun, he awaited.
  128. (Arthur Rowan)
  129.  
  130. Taking a moment to listen to what Dylerun had said, the valmasian did his best to..well jot down everything he said. Well, things of importance that is. Once he finished jotting everything of importance he picked up the cube off his table and proceeded to walk towards the others who got called in silence.
  131. (Lu Zain)
  132.  
  133. Gil watches as Windosr enters the room just as the instructor had finished explaining how memory affected the ability to use rift magic. If your memory wasn't picture perfect, your concentration on where you ended up could become lethal.
  134.  
  135. He could see why this ability took time to use, one mistake, one spike in your adrenaline. Anything insignificant in someone's eyes, could end up getting you killed. You'd go to that void.
  136.  
  137. Gil wondered if anyone had ever purposely gone to that void.
  138.  
  139. Was it truly suicide?
  140.  
  141. the Shinobi watches as his class mates that rose their hands make their way forward. He looks at the three of them and had a weird vision. they were all contorted, their bodies twisted and turned in disgusting ways.
  142.  
  143. They all looked like skeletons trying to maul everyone in the class room.
  144.  
  145. Clairvoyance?
  146.  
  147. the Shinobi snaps his mind out of the negative area it dove into. It felt as if it were a foretelling of a bad omen.
  148. (Gil)
  149.  
  150. The tip of the pen's cap found it's way into her mouth as she idly chewed along it. An impeccable memory, then...? To be able to know where one's been, where they would go-- to guide along as they were channeling a good amount of their magical energy into a concentrated point.
  151.  
  152. Though, error meant losing parts of one's body. Error meant that there was no turning back, that a person would have to head back to Azrael's embrace.
  153.  
  154. With that in mind, the ideal would be written down in their delicate script, eyes following the words there. Memory exercises, then? Hard to say what exercises, but error was not something that should've been tolerated in this art what-so-ever. Yikes.
  155. (Zetes)
  156.  
  157. It looked like he was going over the basics first - the things he'd already discussed or written down. His gaze again went over the notes, writing down a paraphrased version, notably...
  158.  
  159. The importance of a good memory.
  160.  
  161. With that done, he put his arms on the table, leaning forward to see kind of demonstration the teacher had in mind for them, curious to learn more about the magic.
  162. (Feng Bao)
  163.  
  164.  
  165. Vanetti Mistore says, "<Am I even allowed in here?>"
  166. Thalia would quietly note down what he said, Writing it as in much detail as possible.
  167. (Thalia)
  168.  
  169.  
  170. Vanetti Mistore says, "<I don't belong here.>"
  171.  
  172. Thalia says, "*would once again point to the tables on the side"
  173.  
  174. Vanetti Mistore says, "Catch you later, Theo."
  175. Thalia would once again point to the tables on the side
  176. (Thalia)
  177.  
  178. The blind boy comes in and stays as silently as he could. Wooden rod touching the carpet, he no longer feels any need to move further, clearly hearing the teacher and all the surrounding people.
  179.  
  180. The soft thrums that echo around the earth no longer are even sensible, now long gone. Head tilts slightly as some people walk in, and then walk out, before he lets his gentle voice out for a single question.
  181.  
  182. "What's up with her? She seemed really trying hard to do something. I could almost hear her thinking."
  183. (Angelo Sanguinis)
  184.  
  185. "I want you each to think of a place." Dylerun would pace before them, head slightly tilted downward as he continues. "Down to the most minute detail. Everything you can. The layout, the way that room makes you feel. Furniture, the lighting, the dust covering the shelves. A broken tree-branch, the sound of birdsong. The rushing of water, the roar of the ocean."
  186.  
  187. "Show me your place. Use your cubes for this, and focus sharply. Take your time...but not too long." Dylerun would stand just infront of them all, his hands shifting into his pockets as he waited expectantly.
  188.  
  189. "You're budding rift mages. Remember. Don't tell me. Show me."
  190. (Dylerun Grauhimmel)
  191.  
  192. Klaud took a breathe, a large well of information on the subject he himself was not sure about. There were some key points, vocal notes that Klaud thought he should remember which were quite easy to discern given the fact that he said 'Die'...
  193.  
  194. Taking out his pen, and a little black book he kept on his person, silver eyes scanned the room fully before taking his own little notes with a twist to them.
  195.  
  196.  
  197.  
  198. Day: 1
  199.  
  200. "It is clear Zat, given the information, one can tell zat sis kind of magic is fatal.
  201.  
  202. You forget, you die.
  203.  
  204. You are slow, you Die.
  205.  
  206. You make one slip....You die..."
  207.  
  208. (Klaud Cheshire)
  209.  
  210.  
  211. Dylerun Grauhimmel says, "Arthur, Nima, Lu. Proceed."
  212.  
  213. Theodore Rowan asks, "E-e-e-ex---c--cuse me uh... La-..lady Cho n-n-needed m-me?"
  214. His mood still soured by the events of but minutes ago, the Accursed sits at the back of the class with his hood shrouding a bitter expression. Even so, he had no time to brood on it-- he fishes his own cube from his pocket, inspecting it anew between a thumb and finger as those at the front demonstrate.
  215.  
  216. Chrom had been practising a few times with a partner, but had never managed to illuminate all of the runes.
  217.  
  218. Perhaps that could change by the end of the class.
  219.  
  220. Setting his focus on the three attempting the same thing, he sits ready to take as many notes as necessary.
  221.  
  222. (Chrom Sigma)
  223.  
  224. Windsor wasn't exactly sure what he was doing here beyong some misbegotten desire to engage with the course's content, but he was here all the same. The legs of his chair creaked and clawed uncomfortably at the rug beneath it as he scooted himself a seat next to Chrom. A nod to 'other guy,' before he laid his hands flat over the table. It only now occurred to him that he may have just missed the first few notes of the class, and then some.
  225.  
  226. That didn't realy bother him all that much, all things considered.
  227.  
  228. Deciding to be the king of consideration and tact, Windsor immediately tries to sneak a peek over Chrom's shoulder to drawa bead on what notes he's taken thus far. There was no doubt in his mind that the astrologist wasn't going to internalize any of them for very long, but this was what people were supposed to do at a school, right?
  229.  
  230. The student did, to his credit, sneak occasional looks over at the center of the room, where his eyes were actually supposed to be pointed.
  231. (Windsor)
  232.  
  233. To think of a place?
  234.  
  235. This can't possibly be this hard. Going through the memory of the places he's remembered, he reflected upon one of these he's actually visited during his studies, and thus included it in his homework. Surely it can't be that hard, but who knows.
  236.  
  237. Focusing his mana through the cube, the scarlet eyes of Valmasian have befallen it tensely, utilizing the technique of Mixed Casting in order to actually perform projection - and it was bound to create a powerful, vivid image of the place he intended to show.
  238.  
  239. Symbolic magic, for the emotional ties to the place, for his impressions and his feelings about it. Cognitive casting, for the thought process of mana manipulation in his circuits and precise visualization. And of course, Reflexive casting to create several details at once, all composing a single image.
  240.  
  241. All of it to perform Mixed one.
  242.  
  243. - - -
  244.  
  245. It was a swampy area.
  246.  
  247. Covered in thick of a jungle, the dark green leaves were able to obscure most of the sun in the sky; the river was flooded with greenery, and it was hard to spot any trace of civilization, save for the wooden bridge that stretched across the river. A thin fog stretched out, slightly reducing the sight range of all those that would wander.
  248.  
  249. Countless bushes, tall grasses and woods were covering the area. The air was humid, almost seeping into the room - the croak of frogs, the roar of predatory mammals, the rush of river, the clicking of insects and singing of birds, all creating a cacophony of jungle that actually was heard in the room.
  250.  
  251. All of it creating a nigh perfect image of the place. Someone clearly spent a lot of time reflecting and memorizing every single detail, gathering every single sample of the mana and sighting.
  252. - - -
  253.  
  254. It was exhausting for Arthur to keep projecting this image.
  255.  
  256. Clearly, it took up a lot of mana from him to perform such task, and with the bead of sweat rolling down the side of his head, he'd speak.
  257.  
  258. "Is... is this enough, Sir?"
  259. (Arthur Rowan)
  260.  
  261. Nima took a deep breath, since that was the kind of stuff that made him rather nervous. To be in front of the class and to be set as an example, as everyone would look at him and perhaps judge him. He was a classic nerd, that kept to his studies and notes most of the time, it was only fitting for him to feel like this.
  262.  
  263. "A place that I can remember the details.. Right.."
  264.  
  265. Another deep breath, the Magi closing his eyes to forget that he was here. Ironically enough, this helped him to 'see' the place he was thinking about, almost as if his mind went completely numb for that second and was by the said location.
  266.  
  267. It was dark, only the stars being seen at the night sky deep within. He felt fear, loneliness, uncertainty about his life and the future. The only sounds were of crickets and the wind, the smell of wet grass and dirt, of burnt wood due to him practicing his fire magic. He remembers the trees, how they were rather new compared to the ones that were down by the mountain. Yes.. It was a mountain, one that he spent some time alone most of the time, and a few times with his friends.
  268.  
  269. The teen was now with his mind more towards said mountain top, than the classroom right now, his forehead sweating a bit due to it. He was afraid, for the darkness was his biggest fear, one that very few of his friends knew- He was ashamed of it.
  270.  
  271. The cube was now shining in blue, Nima holding it as his own mana was slowly being transferred to the object, showing the image being projected towards the cube. If one were to look at it, they would notice that it was a bit darker than it was supposed to be, most likely clouded due to Nima being afraid.
  272.  
  273. Even so, it was a pretty identical representation of it.
  274. (Nima Hatayer)
  275.  
  276. To think of a place...
  277.  
  278. How exactly..should he do this? The rabbit simply looked down at the cube in his hand before letting out a quiet sigh. He didn't exactly know what to choose for except...that room he saw on the expidition with Ishmael and company.
  279.  
  280. the further his party travelled, the weirder things got. Blocking their way deeper into the not-so-complex abyss of castle floors and ruined pillars were a pair of Zheng priests. They did not appear so friendly and had flared outbound their holy power, illuminating the area.
  281.  
  282. Past the duo, laid a broken yet sizely corrupted spire shard embedded into the ground, a bit like a stake after it was driven through a vampire's chest --to the heart. It seemed to be leaking some sort of latent magical essence, but it'd require closer inspection.
  283.  
  284. With that in his mind he began to focus his own mana through the cube. Eyes shut from the painful ideal as it took a few moments as he thought and went through the motions of how to summon up an image with the cube but in the end..he brought up the darkened and painful image with the cube.
  285.  
  286.  
  287. Though..he could only hold that image for a few seconds before it faded away. Far too tired to attempt to bring that image back up again.
  288. (Lu Zain)
  289.  
  290. Gil gils stares at Nima's cube. The him, this was the closest to Lauren's cube. The runescribe had practice with this sort of theory. He slowly writes down a few notes, trying to get a feel for the way Nima placed their mana into the cube. This surely would be the easiest style to replicate.
  291. (Gil)
  292.  
  293. "What I expected, students, was for you to use your words. Not your magic. One can easily paint a picture using illusionary means. I can think of a dreamscape of floating clouds with a castle. That doesn't mean I'll be able to find my way there." His eyes was judging, only ever so slightly bitter. "Yet, if it is directly from your own mind, Arthur, its good. You've commited that to memory. Take your seat."
  294.  
  295. The eye would flicker over to Lu, an eyebrow raised. "...Nothing? Not even the slightest flicker, a glimpse of what could be, Lu?" A hand would reach out to pat him on the shoulder, before gesturing back towards his seat. "It comes easier for some, more difficult forothers. You aren't climbing the same mountain. Each will have to learn in a different way, though at their own pace. Which leads me to consider one true equalizer for all..."
  296.  
  297. Dylerun would take a step forward towards Nima. His presence was almost oppressing towards the teenager as he leaned forward, gripping his cube strongly with a crooked hand. Leaning forward, speaking towards the class, but making his voice heard first by his ears.
  298.  
  299. "...Fear."
  300.  
  301. "Something that I will teach some of you is a foreign concept called 'confidence'. If you are determined, you will become a Rift mage. You will sunder the Lifestream and you will walk through it with a straight back, ready for whatever lay on the other side. But if you hold onto that fear, that anchor that hesitates, then it will end up getting you killed."
  302.  
  303. His grip would release on the boys cube, though he didn't back away as he simply nodded for him to take his seat.
  304.  
  305. "Focus and memorization. Through these lessons so far, have any questions arisen from those more curious?"
  306. (Dylerun Grauhimmel)
  307.  
  308. Perhaps Arthur misunderstood how exactly Dylerun wished for them to portray the memory.
  309.  
  310. Yet, truth be told, he'd have no issue covering the tale of the lands he visited by words either. Not that he had an absolutely perfect memory, mind you - it's the fact just how much time he was ready to spend in order to memorize every single point of the landscape, how determined he was to ensure he covers every single detail without forgetting it, and how much he was willing to dedicate himself to this craft.
  311.  
  312. That alone was astounding.
  313.  
  314. Hearing that his demonstration was more or less enough, he simply nodded in acknowledgement to Dylerun's words. He couldn't help it, and a tiny smile crept on his expression, satisfied with the fact he performed up to good enough standard. For now, it was enough, but there is more than likely room for improvement.
  315.  
  316. "Thank you, Master Grauhimmel."
  317.  
  318. Taking the seat, he decided to not ask any questions. Not like he had any, to begin with - everything that Dylerun taught and showed them was already enough, and the material he grasped was getting in pretty quick.
  319.  
  320. As for the rest? Common sense, mostly.
  321. (Arthur Rowan)
  322.  
  323. The rabbit let out a slight hiss of annoyance before sighing and simply resigned to nodding his head and moving back to his seat with his cube. Practice makes perfect or so it seems..
  324.  
  325. "Right Mr. Dylerun..."
  326.  
  327. once back in his seat he proceeds to right down everything else that occured while he volunteered.
  328. (Lu Zain)
  329.  
  330. Nima sighed, both relieved that this whole scene was over and he could sit, and that he was out of that place inside of his mind. He indeed, had fear, lack of confidence and low self esteem most of the time, sometimes within reason.
  331.  
  332. He listened to his teacher with attention, since he would need to remember everything said by him in order to write it inside of his notebook, which was by his table. After all, he was here to learn before anything, for knowledge was what moved Nima forward.
  333.  
  334. "..Thank you sir."
  335.  
  336. His gaze set to the cube, trying to not feel 'oppressed' by Dylerun's words, but actually learn from them. His fear would set him back on his life for several different reasons, it was needed for the teen to adquire said 'confidence'. He didn't know how, yet! Perhaps next class, the teacher would be able to help with it, as he said.
  337.  
  338. With this, he goes back to his sit taking a deep breath, wiping out a sweat as he was back to his nerd space.
  339. (Nima Hatayer)
  340.  
  341. Gil takes Dyleruns words to heart. If you had no confidence in yourself, you were dead. The shinobi believed this more than he believed in anything. This was the only reason he was still alive, still kicking. He took every challenge he could get trying to claw his way out of the war zone. He was testing himself. Testing his resolve.
  342.  
  343. If he were asked to replicate the scenery in his own words, he could relay each blade of grass he saw as his chest was gauged open. He could tell you the color of the stone path walk where his two friends met their end.
  344.  
  345. He could describe the eerie winds of the fort that was sitting in the center of Eidolon. the shinobi could even go on to describe the smell. Odd smelling holy users tainted with the smell of rotting old flesh.
  346.  
  347. Many skeletons missing teeth, having fractured bones, chunks of flesh hanging from their damp dirty coats and noble attire. the shinobi could end up in that place with nothing more than closing his eyes. He standsthere watching the students head back to their seats.
  348.  
  349. He then sits down, unsure of when he began to stand. He looks at his cube, and then back to the instructor. the shinobi wanted to learn all of the tips and tricks he could about rift magic.
  350. (Gil)
  351.  
  352. Lauren Raynor asks, "So, we supposed to like, read it aloud like a book, our memory that is, Dial... Dylerun?"
  353.  
  354.  
  355. Dylerun Grauhimmel says, "For this demonstration. When you open a rift, you don't need to monolouge of the area you're going to."
  356.  
  357. Dylerun Grauhimmel says, "That would be ridiculous."
  358. Learning confidence, then. It was a good thing to have when playing with magics that could potentially get a person cleaved in half, right? Shifting in her spot, she'd attempt to sit up a bit further to see just what all the boys in the front had displayed, a little 'hmmn' leaving those pale lips of hers.
  359.  
  360. Fear and hesitation would get someone killed.
  361.  
  362. Such a thing is written down in that journal of hers, a good reminder of what could be if she didn't gain some better confidence in the long run. The class was good for a multitude of things, really.
  363. (Zetes)
  364.  
  365. Watching the three was interesting. He wasn't quite sure what to expect. From what the notes had said, he'd been anticipating them using the cube to open, however brief, some rift to that place. A window to allow their teacher to view it.
  366.  
  367. Had he been wrong to expect that? Again, his quill flew across his paper. Recording Dyleruns lessons.
  368.  
  369. Even if he had no plans of becoming a rift magi himself, it was a good lesson to learn. Some of it could be carried over to anywhere. But he had no questions on Rift, instead looking up again at Dylerun when he was done writing.
  370. (Feng Bao)
  371.  
  372. Another thing had been ticked off her 'do not do' list; do not monologue the area you wish to rift to, why? Because the teacher just stated it would be ridiculous and a rift mage had no time for being ridiculous.
  373.  
  374. "Okay, okay.", perhaps Lauren was going to monologue still; just moreso mentally, inside her own head as for her own sake.
  375.  
  376. As for the talk of confidence, the girl had some, but it was more of the foolish naïve variety at this point in time. Something she'd need to work on.
  377.  
  378. For now, she simply jotted a few things down on her notebook and nodded away; all that was said would surely come in handy next time she practiced.
  379. (Lauren Raynor)
  380.  
  381. Angelo simply stood directly in front of the teacher, his white irises focusing directly forwards. Obviously not staring, but if he had the capability to see, he'd certainly be gazing that direction. The wooden rod used for guidance was, as always when in resting position, put in front of him, the tip just barely touching the carpet under nude feet.
  382.  
  383. Every single thing that was said that could be of value was mentally annotated by the blonde, the obvious arduous process of thinking it through and memorizing each and every single word taking its toll on his head, the expressions shifting slightly. But nevertheless: He kept absolutely quiet.
  384. (Angelo Sanguinis)
  385.  
  386. Feng Bao writes on a sheet of paper.
  387.  
  388. A massive grin from ear to ear found its way on the demented child's face. The likes of which was never seen before, and would never be seen. The mask made sure of that. Leaning back into his chair, easing it upon it's hind legs, there would be a slight creaking sound before the chair fell flat.
  389.  
  390. Thud
  391.  
  392. "Now sis is somethink fun~" he commented, a playful tone detected in his foreign accent.
  393.  
  394. He'd begin to take more notes, making sure to take down every word in his own way.
  395.  
  396.  
  397.  
  398. Keep in mint zat hesitation vill brink you death. Keep it schweet unt schort, ja? Furzermore do so vithout fear...
  399.  
  400. His writing pauses, his gaze rises from the black book to the teacher himself.
  401.  
  402. "...Question. Vhat is zere to fear?" he enquired, a hand raised for good measure.
  403.  
  404. "Is it death?" he continued, head tilting slightly to a side.
  405. (Klaud Cheshire)
  406.  
  407. "I have faced death. It is nothing to fear." His eye would remain on Klaud, before slowly scanning acrossed the room. Seeming to lock eyes with each person in turn, his words carrying a weight of experience with them, a lifetimes worth of living...and undeath.
  408.  
  409. "But there are worse fates than death. Too numerous to count. Chiefest among them, you could end up in the Spirit Realm, trapped to wander the wastes of Hel whilst Nethradin slowly pick at you until you are nothing but bones."
  410.  
  411. "If you fear death, I won't judge you. Not everyone is ready to die. You're all young, and have your lives ahead of you. I imagine you would like to live them as you see fit, which is why I pressure caution so fervently."
  412.  
  413. Eye would glance towards Na'atl, and his light announcement. The next words would break this childs heart.
  414.  
  415. "Next time, we will speak more on the utility of Rift magic, and the applications in battle."
  416.  
  417. "Class dismissed."
  418. (Dylerun Grauhimmel)
  419.  
  420. The girl would finish writing her notes, A cute little doodle on the end of her page signals that she has written all she can, Which is a lot.
  421.  
  422. She reassembles her paper and puts it in her bag, ready for the next class...Whenever that will be.
  423. (Thalia)
  424.  
  425. With that, the book in front of her came to a close. Death-- nothing to fear? Well... If someone who actually faced such a thing said it? Then it had to be true.
  426.  
  427. Huddling the journal to her front, she would push the chair from behind her legs, soon turning to head out the front.
  428.  
  429. "Thank you, Mr. Grauhimmel."
  430.  
  431. The words are a murmured, perhaps almost inaudible as she exits out of the front door. Not much for after-conversation, it seemed.
  432. (Zetes)
  433.  
  434. The topic of death oft had many different approaches.
  435.  
  436. Even though Arthur planned to dabble in Death with future studies of Necromancy, no doubt somewhere in his heart he was afraid of it; he was so young, and obviously dying so soon was a scary thought. Perhaps with age, some form of acceptance comes, but otherwise--
  437.  
  438. -- by no means he was ready.
  439.  
  440. Acknowledging Dylerun's notice about the purpose of next lesson, he nodded along, standing up from his position. Seems the class was over, and so he exclaimed about it.
  441.  
  442. "Thank you for the lesson, Master Grauhimmel."
  443.  
  444. With that, Arthur turned around, headed towards the door.
  445. (Arthur Rowan)
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