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 Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 5:17 pm
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The ＰＯＴ Meister
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xxxxxx The sun was just rising, it's face half a sleep drooling, along with the morning sky bright red, orange and yellow beyond the horizon. It was early making the air warm, smelling fresh and clean as if it rained over night, which made timing of Shibusen Academy barely open it's front doors for anything on a school break. Unusually arriving early, the Meister, Kilik Lunge, set foot on the stair case of the academy. Groggy and feeling deeply drained Kilik placed his hands in his hoodie pockets along side with his weapons, Pot of Fire & Thunder, slowly making their way up the stairs making the time elapse over thirty to forty minutes.
Finally at the top of the stairs the Pot Meister slowly drew out his hand and pressed it against the door that lead inside. Kilik paused and looked back at the dawn sky which reflected off his glasses, looking back at the town he elevated from the earth's dirt ground on up into the heavenly warm colored sky. Which made him wonder ' What do Professor Stein wanted with me this early on a Saturday? I hope it's not a discussion on why I didn't dissect a endangered species. I don't have the heart to hurt cute animal.' His attention snapped as his weapon, Pot of Fire, quietly yawned like a puppy and rubbed his eye with his wrist, tugging his grey pants leg with his free hand. Kilik looked down and smiled as he watched," Alright, lets go find Professor Stein-Sensei. And next time don't get up in the middle of the night for water I warned you that you were going to be tired in the morning." he chuckled as he pushed open the shaded door and watched his weapons walked in first.
Inside of the school was quiet, the halls were clear of students bunched up against each other, obviously they weren't going to stay to get extra credit. Walking down the staircase, mission board and the nurses office killing time using the long routes Kilik arrived at the door of Shibusens' strongest Meisters' class room. Professor Franken Stein. Staring down the door he groaned and opened the door, peeking in to make sure he's not too early. " Uhh Professor Stein-Sensei?" Unsure weather to wait outside or just walk in he poked his head in further into the class room, along with his child nomads imitating his actions.
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►“ I can't just go on ahead and leave my team behind. ”
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 6:21 pm
 d⊕ς†⊕r ✖ ƒrαηκεη ✖ š†εïη
→ ѕнιвυѕєη'ѕ ѕтяσηgєѕт мєιѕтєя ←
I want to dissect you~♪
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Rays of dim, early-dawn sun leaked throughout each window that had aligned Shibusen's walls- the organization- or preferably, academy- had been unconditionally quiet this day. Perhaps it was simply the current time of day. At this hour- most of Death City's various residents- ranging from simple humans, to weapon wielding Meisters, as well as Demon Weapons themselves- had been tucked away in bed, still sleeping off the morning until the sound of an alarm clock ringing, pulsing in their eardrums and bouncing off the walls of their minds, or their own bodies to awaken them from their slumber. Or perhaps, it was the more logical reason- it was a Saturday. Like most "normal" schools- weekends, which consisted of Saturday and Sunday, had allowed each student the two days off. The only reason for someone who was not a part of the staff to be there on such a day was extra curriculum lessons.
The sole reason for the doctor to call down the young, African American Meister was just that.
The sound of paper being shuffled, and the heavy, toxin smell of tobacco lingered throughout the rather spacey, checkboard tiled floor of a classroom. Franken Stein sat in his swivel chair- which had been expectantly and practically drowned in stitches and patchwork, much like any other item in the man's posession- shuffling various documents at his sleek desk. His pale, olive eyes skimmed over each sheet of paper, examining its contents, before placing it into one of the various beige folders that lay to his left. There was a folder for each- home work, and written class assignments.
Suddenly- the action of organizing the stack of papers yielded- sheets being placed lazily upon the desk. One, pale hand rose, reaching for the cigarette that had been clasped between the doctor's straight line of a mouth that a bored, restless expression was plastered onto- placing the cancer stick between his index and middle finger, prying it away from the redundant positon. His lips suddenly pursed- a trail of smoke trailing into the air- amusing forming the figure of a skull, before evaporating. His other hand soon followed the action of rising, but rather, took a different route towards the metal bolt that was stuck through his skull- and even brain. Each finger wrapped around the cold, black, metal surfaced, a grip formed in a matter of seconds, his hand motioning to a turning, cranking sort of movement.
Soon enough, the sound of clicking bounced off the walls of the room as the bolt was cranked. Inside the mind of Stein- thoughts had been shuffled around, attempting to focus on one perticular thought. To even change his current thinking pace. It was rather like placing files- much like the ones that had been on his desk- into office cabinets, to keep one, sole objective first. And the thought was directed towards the extra credit lesson.
Thoughts were suddenly snapped, broken, and bent apart as the sound of a door creaking open slowly flowed into his sense of hearing. The cranking suddenly froze- eyes as well as the current focus of vision, edged towards the door way. The entrance had only been opened a crack- three heads popping out such a space as a voice trailed after the action. Eyes lids shut, then rose again as a blink, Stein's lips curving at the edges to form a small, warm grin for his visitor- or rather, visitors, "Ah, hello Kilik, Thunder, Fire. I see the three of you came after all." Sounds of the man's swivel chair shifting it's current facing position was rather faint compared to each word the flowed out of his vocal chords.
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✖ The doctor is in: Shibusen- Cresent Moon classroom ✖
✖ What's on his mind: My visitors ✖
✖ Mood: Tired ✖
✖ Music playing in his head: South of Heaven/Mandatory Suicide ✖
✖ Sanity: In check ✖
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 1:18 pm
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The ＰＯＴ Meister
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xxxxxx Kilik wrinkled his face as he pulled in the rest of his body along with his weapons. The teacher sounded well surprised in tone but not in facial expression, walking towards the desk that the nutty professor sat in a chair that rolled with his sort of fashion sense attached with it. He slightly smirked, " Well, of course I would show up. You said it's required, especially if you threaten to fail a student. Right? " He paused and looked back at Thunder and Fire. Looked down at them he held out his hand like a street patrol on duty, signaling them to stop before getting any further, he rather protect them from falling to second hand smoke to getting it himself. He continued towards the desk alone while the other two looking around the dim morning room, " So what's this 'EXTRA' credit wanted me to do. " sounding bored already, the African-American Meister wanted to get his assignment out of the way.
The rays of the morning sun reflected of the side of Kiliks' glasses as he stepped at the side of the professors' desk, as he stood at the side of his station he scratched the back of his head while a small urge to yawn grew. His face scrunched up while his mouth opened wide letting out a loud sound, a small tear emerged from the side of his eye lids due to the pressured that he set squeezing his face as he yawned." Sorry, Fire woke me up trying to get a glass of water last night. " His eyes drooped staring back at the olive eye'd doctor who's expression seem dull.
As the clouds of skulls rolled past Kiliks' ears that Professor Stein let out from within, he picked up his hand and waved a bit trying to clear the smell of tobacco away from his nose as his eyebrow twitched from the annoying stench.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:58 am
d⊕ς†⊕r ✖ ƒrαηκεη ✖ š†εïη
→ ѕнιвυѕєη'ѕ ѕтяσηgєѕт мєιѕтєя ←
I want to dissect you~♪
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The elder Meister watched as the younger African American strolled over to his desk- a smirk glued onto the boy's face fairly visible, "Exactly." As he spoke, he continued to watch the young man handle his toddler Weapons- giving them signals to yield where they currently walked- of course like obedient pets they would follow Kilik wherever he went- as least, from what Stein had seen. The question of why such halting gestures were performed rolled into the man's mind- searching for the rather obvious answer- the gears in his mind successfully finding it out in mere seconds; he wished to keep his Weapon's out of harm's way.
Funny, how with other Meisters- it would be the other way around. Then again- his Weapons were just incredibly young for an age.
Words coaxed in sheer boredom floated in the air for a moment- Stein's current attention not now focusing on thoughts, but now rather his student whom was questioning him, "Oh, right, your extra-credit lesson." The madman paused for a moment, placing the stick of poison back between his clasped lips, inhaling- allowing each of the- what, 4,000, chemicals to enter his lungs and respiratory system, "Your lesson will be combat training, is all. The doctor paused once more- prying his cigarette away, streams of smoke now flowing into the air as he exhaled- it was like exhaling smoke was a substitute for exhaling carbon dioxide with how much he smoked and all.
Again, Franken Stein watched his student- much like some kind of observational research he enjoyed doing. He carefully studied as each face muscle shifted to scrunch up his face- which quickly changed to a more agape mouth- producing a yawn. Expectantly, the boy apologized- the scientist simply nodding off the reasons for his act of how much he required rest.
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✖ The doctor is in: Shibusen- Cresent Moon classroom ✖
✖ What's on his mind: My visitors ✖
✖ Mood: Tired ✖
✖ Music playing in his head: South of Heaven/Mandatory Suicide ✖
✖ Sanity: In check ✖ [[OOC: I'm not very fond of this post. So I might edit it when I'm in more of a writing mood.]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 6:43 pm
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The ＰＯＴ Meister
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xxxxxx A blank look was written all across Kiliks' face as the words Combat Training;;SUICIDE rang in his ears,' Really? Either he's gonna try to torture me or just ruin my whole weekend! This teacher is sick. . . If he ever touches Fire & Thunder he has another thing coming. ' he thought to himself with such determination he stared back down at the Professor with the flame of courage spewing out, yet irritated at the itch of on edge nerves on his cheek " Is there a certain reason why you decided combat training? ", he questioned out of curiosity but as word of wisdom has a quick outburst CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT, not in Blairs' case that is.
Which is a good question leading up to the athletic Meister abilities, having the second fastest running time in the DWMA after Black Star, impressive reflexes and not surprisingly, to be adept at hand-to-hand combat in such situations. In conclusion, picking on this Meister could be interesting but very confusing. Which lead to that main question, if Kilik Lunge, the Pot Meister can keep up with a hyperactive big headed Meister who's quickly hot tempered such as Black*Star, what's the point of picking on the one this one particular Meister. With this much packed in the arsenal it's bound for this Pot Meister to pass with a decent grade, but what if all those things that he could do was a lie? All the accomplishments, confidence, could be for nothing? It couldn't be true, maybe this is the reason why Stein, one of the most Strongest Meister, wanted to see to teach him a life lesson that will probably destroy his whole confidence.
Time, the enemy of all living beings,Kishins, Pre-Kishins, Mortals, Immortals and things that tend to die and give birth to continue the cycle of what mystery that can never be revealed of it's true meaning life, it seemed as the concerned aura blocked the knowledge of minutes flying by like the quick gust of winds that kicks up dust and sand in the middle of the desert, which isn't too ironic of where the city is now. Weather it's his strength or Fire & Thunder time will tell, weather he's been the one that actually denying his true potential or utilizing and harnessing his strength, it all falls upon his Lesson.
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