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Post by james on Jul 7, 2011 1:00:05 GMT 2
Logan had been requested to try and help out mutant students that were having trouble with controlling themselves. As he himself delt with vicious mood swings that could keep him locked in a state of mind for a long time. At time he considered himself an animal, he still has fear of it coming back one day. But after years of pain and death Logan had gotten ahold of himself and now he kept himself to having humanity and morality. Hopefully he'd be able to help these young mutants able to get ahold of themselves and learn to control it before itd over take them and they'd harm other mutants and humans.
The room he'd choosen to teach in hadn't been used for awhile and there was a bit of dust covering the furnature in the room. Flipping on the switch the light revealed there was several sofas and couches scattered in the room. A chalk board and white board as well, teachin tools and relaxin just what Logan could deal with and he was sure his students wouldn't mind. Hopefully the students got his notification and Kurt would show up. Logan would prefer another advance mutant there to help him out with the kids. Mean while he plopped his rear down on the couch all sprawled out and waiting. |
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Post by lycan on Jul 7, 2011 4:53:05 GMT 2
 Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~From the afternoon she had spent in the garage with her father, the one she had attempted to escape the crowds of the school, she had knew he was thinking about teaching a class. So of course when she found the note from him, it really didn’t come as a surprise to her that she got the note. If in all honesty, if he taught classes like he was teaching her in the danger room during their private sessions then she really didn’t mind taking this class. She knew who dropped the note off the moment she stepped into her room, as the scent hung all over the air. She quickly read the note, in her father’s hand writing, as it requested she show up in the multipurpose classroom and had a time. She of course had just gotten back from her solitary lunch, and felt that she should hurry up and find a good seat before they were all gone.
She raced to the room, and stopped just outside the door. She didn’t know what had gotten into her this time. She usually took her time getting to her classes, not really wanting to be locked up in a small room with others that could unknowingly blow her temper. But yet she was racing to one. Perhaps it was the fact that her father was teaching it… Yeah, that must be it. She slowly entered the room only to find her father sprawled out on a couch, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at him. It was her way of saying ’Hi, Dad’, and she immediately took a seat near the door. She knew she was in good hands now, as she was basically a copy of him with his powers and abilities. But she also knew she was NOT a clone.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Take a last look around while you‘re alive
I‘m an indestructible master of war! TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Feral or Animal Students
WORDS :: 304
NOTES :: She has arrived, now what?
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by forlornearth on Jul 7, 2011 5:11:26 GMT 2
Damion walked down the stairs angrily as he rolled the orbs of various materials in his hands, to try and calm him down. As he got to the classroom he had a feeling there was gonna be no ditching out, especially from what he had heard about the teacher. He swung open the door slowly and stepped in and took a look, great he was early he'd have to sit here with them damn human lovers. He walked over to a couch and sat down on the far side of the room away from the teacher and the young girl.
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Post by txep on Jul 11, 2011 5:27:14 GMT 2
Wenzel was minding his own business in the garden when he'd gotten a messege about a class that would rather fit him. Barely been there a day or so and already being asked to go to specific classes. "Ment for Feral Mutants huh. Well this one is perfect for that classification." He snarled crumpling the peice of paper in his fist. Getting up he went back in the mansion, place was huge and he'd only managed to find the door to the garden outside.
After asking students where the room he'd been told to go to was he finally found it. Most likely all students were way younger than him, children to teens to early twenties. Least he looked around 25 or 27, a bit much older than that though and seen alot more trouble and horror than most of the student body. What was an old man doing here anyway, what could he be taught. Wenzel was so narrow minded about everything, that probably didn't help control his feral side anyway.
Pausing a bit as he found the door, he heard voices inside, only three scents came to him. Wenzel recognized none, but he'd probably have to get use to them if they were all apart of this class. Sighing he opened the door, a girl sat close to the door, a boy sat to the back of the room and to whom he assumed to be the teacher was sprawled out on a couch carefree. Was he really the teacher, last time he knew teachers were professional, dressed nice and sat behind a desk. Or were Americans that lazy and careless they passed out on a couch instead of teaching. Maybe that's why Americans were fat, lazy, and could be out smarted easily. Least Germany takes pride in their students education.
Flexing his hands he put them in his pockets and walked over to a chair underneith a window saying nothing. Seemed Wenzel added to this livily crowd....or all were just so easily angered by presence of others that this would be anger management class. Great lots of hot heads in a confined room just peachy.
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Post by james on Aug 4, 2011 1:43:03 GMT 2
Logan waited as the minutes pasted, nice slow and boring. Thoughts of why he agreed to actually teach a class, this ment he'd have to stay at the mansion more often if it took off well. It was about ten minutes or so till his eyes opened fully hearing someone approach and enter the room, his daughter. Eager and ready to go, but held her distance, it was nice she didn't jump on him everytime like Rogue did. Yeah he was happy to see Rogue, she was the first person that was the closet thing he had as a daughter. But somedays physical touch with others was just irritating and unwanted.
Moments later a boy walked in, seemed a bit stuck up, Logan was to use to that, and the boy just walked to the back of the room. He'd been told the Brotherhood might have some mutants needing help, just what he wanted to do. Logan came alarmed when a familiar scent drafted in when the door opened a third time. The hairs on his neck bristled as the door opened slowly, his hands clenched as at first glance the guy opening the door was his bloodthirsty mad brother Victor. Once Logan got a good look at the man he cooled and his blood stopped rushing, but his hair still stood on end.
Standing up after the last student sat he went to the chalkboard and looked for a piece of chalk. Having found one he wrote Professor Logan on the board, that sounded so wrong in his mind. "Hey kids I'm Logan I'll be...teaching this class. I don't know where he is but Kurt is suppose to be here helping us." He paused looking at the three. "Any questions?" Logan had an ocward feeling about this if Kurt didn't show he'd have to talk alot. Where was the blue monkey anyway? |
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Post by lycan on Aug 5, 2011 18:19:45 GMT 2
Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Faith wasn’t the touchy-feely type like most girls her age would be. Who can blame her? She was raised in a vicious government facility after all, and they quite literally beat her if she showed any sign of those emotions. She doesn’t feel comfortable talking about how she is feeling or much less giving hugs and kisses. She feels like an awkward teenager exploring kissing for the first time when she expresses her joy and love toward her father. She was quite certain he sensed it as well. She somehow knew that since her escape, she would have a very hard time trying to fit into the world around. Especially when she was raised so much more differently than anyone in the school.
It wasn’t much longer after her arrival, she sensed someone else approach the classroom. It was clear that this guy who had entered was bubbling over with anger, and with her not having a good steady control over her own reacted unexpectedly to him. She felt her own anger slowly boil to the forefront, and she darted her eyes toward her father. For some strange reason, she trusted him to bring her back if she got too far out of hand. She knew he could as he was perhaps one of the very few people that can help keep her cool. But this angry boy who had just entered was not making this easy.
Faith managed to push back the storm that wanted out, but she couldn’t push it back far enough. Not while the boy was near her and angry. However that didn’t seem to work very well as she sensed someone else approached, and before they even entered the room she growled softly as their scent drifted to her. Her fists closed tightly in her lap, and she shook minutely from the effort to keep herself from attacking. The scent smelled so familiar that she remembered the first training session she had in the danger room with her father. A man came in called her and her father a runt, and she didn’t trust him as her father reacted in a very controlled manner on the verge of letting his feral side loose. She responded in a similar way, but he asked her to go and not come back until he came for her. She remembered every instinct in her was telling her not to abandon her father, but she did so any way. Until the guy mentioned Stryker… Now this new scent was just about the same, and she didn’t like it. It wasn’t lost on her that her father seemed to react in a similar, but less extreme way. Thus why she knew she needed to be there.
"Hey kids I'm Logan I'll be...teaching this class. I don't know where he is but Kurt is suppose to be here helping us. Any questions?"
She carefully and with great difficulty of keeping control of herself looked up to her father. If he didn’t pick up on her slipping control before now, he would see the moment he laid his sight on her now. ”Any suggestions?” She asked him through clenched teeth. Nothing that he had taught her so far about calming down was working. Well that wasn’t entirely true. It would work…for about a millisecond, and then the things she picked up from the other two bombarded her again. She did not want to cause any friction that might make it bad for her to stay here, but more importantly make a bad example of herself in front of her father.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Take a last look around while you‘re alive
I‘m an indestructible master of war! TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Feral or Animal Students
WORDS :: 597
NOTES :: I think she just created a first example…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by kurtwagner on Aug 8, 2011 17:07:31 GMT 2
Kurt turned on the bed in his room and rubbed gently the sleep from his eyes and stretched out it was then he caught sight of the clock blurry at first his eyes cleared slowly to reveal he was so late for class. Pushing back the sheet and blankets he quickly slipped out of bed and over to the a joining wash room . With a quick wash he dressed and headed out of his room, He had been asked to help with a class and now he was late he could have kicked himself for staying up so late the night before. He had been discussing theology with some of the younger students and it had become quiet late before he had realized it and now he had over slept and was late for Logan's class. He moved down the corridors he could port but he had chose to give himself more time to walk.
He moved down the corridors hearing every one talking in class , then he came to the door to the classroom Logan had told him he would be at and now Kurt was nervous she saw three students all ready inside he remembered them Damion 'siege' Weinfelt , Wenzel Grimwald and finally he saw Faith Webster sat inside also. Reaching out his blue three fingered hand he paused wondering inside if he should switch on his transducer so not to scare them having no idea how they would react. It was then he realized he had left it on the bed side table back in his room. He gave a deep sigh and watched as a small boy walked towards him stopped then ran past. With a chuckle he shook his head and pushed open the door to the class room. “ zorry I'm late Logan, I unusually over zlept” he admitted and moved to the board writing his name under Logan's.
He turned back to face the class “ you probably already know me, but vor zos who don't, I am Kurt Wagner” he said and smiled with out showing his teeth. He moved to Logan “ My friend Have zou decided on vat this class vould be about?” he asked moving to a chair to sit down to wait.
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