Drawing - Day One

[Adelaide Phoenyx Rae]

YOU KEEP REPEATING ME LINES THAT YOU THINK I WANNA HEAR
but i don't wanna hear anymore

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #000000; color: #555555; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px;] Adelaide, despite being a very calm individual, felt herself becoming rather annoyed by what was going on around her. She hadn't found the drawing upon the teachers board very interesting and she didn't find all of the current talk interesting either. It was much too noisy and she'd have gotten up and left if not for the class itself. Art was one of her passions and she truly wanted to develop her skills further. She didn't see that happening though, not if things kept up like they were. In all truth, she didn't really have to take this class. She could draw quite well already. But in order to complete her Art Minor the class was a necessity. Not only that, it would also benefit her (she was sure of that) to know more about the history and whatnot of the subject. As good as she was, she had never had anyone around to help her improve or give her pointers. That was the original reason for choosing to minor in art. An audible sigh slipped past her lips. For some reason, she felt she would dread coming to this class. And that was truly terrible since she loved to draw so much. Maybe everything would calm down so that didn't happen. She continued to doodle in her notebook, eventually moving to actual drawing. A few stick figures began to take shape on the page. Sticks that would, in time, become different characters standing in a room. She hadn't yet decided who the characters would be or what room the would be in but she didn't know they would be talking to one another and laughing about something. She figure out the rest once the basic lines and shapes were finished with. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - .Wordcount: 300 .Place: Anderson - 2nd Floor .Tags: Hypatia, Zeran, Ryuzaki, Akii, Texia, Rune. .Notes: I don't know how... but there you go. .Lyrics: Adelaide by Anberlin

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Texia calmed herself down. The professor seemed to be... really really mad at her. Although, she now realized it was probably because she'd bee telling her numerous times to be quiet, and she didn't... She didn't want to truly get on her professor's hate list, so she obliged to her wishes of being quiet.

"I'm sorry Prof- um, I mean, yes," she said. She almost went into a string of apologies, but remembered Professor Arovka's ask for a simple yes or no answer. Figuring it wouldn't be right to sit there doing nothing, she decided to actually read the pamphlet. She wasn't too interested in the history of art, but it would be beneficial to get the background of it, so she made sure to take in the information properly and learn from it.

This was, however, a bit hard. She learned a bit, but her attention was mostly on the class. She was too curious about all of their behaviors and personalities, and soon, she wasn't even reading. Soon, she was blankly scanning the room, observing the rest of the students. She could point out a few by name, like Mr. Ryuzaki Ryuga and Zeran, but the rest were a bit of a mystery to her. What was their likes, dislikes, and interests? Were they here because they truly loved art? Or were they here because of some other reason? Not like Texia could think of another reason, but there has got to be some. It was times like these, she wondered if she'd ever fully understand people like she aimed to.

(OOC: I've spared you all the ear-ache of listening to Texia talk XD)

[Zeran Heartt]

Zeran rolled his eyes a little when Hypatia told him not to ask stupid questions. "I was simply asking because I didn't know if you'd like to be alerted ahead of time. Excuse me for being sensitive to a professor's busy schedule." Zeran said in a sarcastic tone. He really didn't care that he was giving a bad impression, but Hypatia just bothered him for some reason, sort of like how he disliked Rune for some reason, but Hypatia just bothered him. For one thing, there was how she, as Zeran perceived (and his perception was often skewed), went off on him. Then there was her analysis of the other white haired boy's drawing.

"You can't really judge an artist solely on one piece of art. What would you think of Signore daVinci if you only had his drawing of what amounted to a Renaissance machine gun to go by?" Zeran asked in a calm tone. "Well, given, he was an inventor, but what would you think of his inventions if you had only that to by? I'm not saying you're wrong about whats-his-face over there, but at least wait until draws another drawing that could quite easily be taken as Dada until you pass judgement."

[Tore-n Hade Koigokoro]

Tore-n Koigokoro;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] Not good not good! He was running late for Art. He knew that this was going to happen, but he was hoping he wouldn’t be. Earlier he had fallen into a mud pit and gotten all dirty right before class started so he went back to his dorm room to shower and change. When he got out ne noticed he was late so he quickly put on his uniform without making sure it was on properly. As he ran across campus his shirt was flaring open as he forgot to button it up and his tie was waving about as it wasn’t secured tight enough. When he reached the Anderson building he continued his run to his classroom hoping that maybe if he was lucky either the teacher hadn’t showed up or class was cancelled. When he opened the door though he wasn’t as lucky as the professor was there and the class seemed to be in session. Tore-n felt bad for coming late so in some sort of slight respect he bowed to the teacher and said, “I’m sorry for being late I fell in a mud puddle and had to shower up before coming to class.” This was true as it was plain his hair was still wet as drips of water seemed to hit the ground as he bowed. Tore-n quickly moved over to a vacant desk and put his bag down. He then took the time to fix up his uniform so he could at least look somewhat presentable to the class. He looked at the papers on his desk and wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have been an art minor after all. He thought this class would be more fun than it would be about reading.	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
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[namine]

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Namine wasn't someone you normally found rushing. She was the type who you couldn't imagine rushing because she got to places to damn early she's waiting outside the door for the teacher to arrive. Alright, the last statement wasn't entirely literal; Namine didn't get to class that early. But she did usually arrive before all of the other students. It was in her nature, and she enjoyed being alone in the classroom for the first ten minutes or so. It meant some time for silence and no need to worry about bumping into people. The only interaction that was possible was if the teacher called on her, or someone approached her first, which she tried to make as unlikely as possible. Her normal seat was usually in the back row, in the corner preferably. Back to the point, while she usually was early, Namine was undoubtedly late. somehow, by some wild chance, she didn't wake up at her usual time. And, she was still not familiar with the campus layout. As she rushed in search of the Anderson Building, her mind was racing with thoughts. She was truly not looking forward to getting all the other students' stares and whispers, and the back row may be already filled. That would mean, she'd be in the spotlight even more, and people would be more likely to greet or talk to her. Namine wasn't trying to be unfriendly, and it wasn't the people she didn't want to talk to. It was the fact she just didn't like talking that made her dread the class. After about five minutes, she saw the familiar cylinder shape of the Anderson building. Entering, the scent of acrylic and coffee that she had previously stopped to enjoy yesterday when going to Digital illustrations was almost unnoticeable to her now. She found the drawing room rather quickly, and she paused to catch her breath near the door. Swallowing hard, she tentatively opened the door. Her heart was pounding as she walked into the classroom. She stopped when she was about two steps in, and closed the door. Looking at the teacher, she bowed slightly and said, "I-I-I'm really s-sorry for being l-late, Professor, um," Namine paused briefly to recall the Professor's name. "Professor Arovka." With that, she quickly scanned the seats. She wasted no time scurrying to the back of the room, and taking a seat. She focused all her attention on the syllabus that had already been placed on all the desks, a single thought racing through her mind: "Please let no one talk to me!"

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[Rune Veliospirus Ravencroft]

Rune honestly couldn't blame the professor for seeming to loose her temper to some degree. Zeran got an earful, Texia got an earful, and the guy that drew on the board got one too. He stopped banging his head on the desk and just let it sit on his arms as he then heard Zeran's reply. Then go on to talk about her critiquing the other guys drawing. yeah, thats smart, talk back to the professor and be sarcastic... what a genius.... Rune thought to himself. He could only guess now what Hypatia was going to say in reply to him... maybe she'd throw an eraser or something at him. Or a brick.... that way he wouldn't bother him with this bizarre dislike he seemed to ave for him. Rune was willing to let things go but Zeran seemed to be intent on starting problems.

He then looked up as he heard the door open and watched another student come in late and apologize. Rune looked a little closer at the boy though. That's not that kid that had the shirt around his head the other day is it? Rune thought to himself, recalling the events around that tree the other day. This would definitely be a weird class. Then another student came in, another blonde girl who nervously apologized and took a seat in the back. So we had a talkative air headed blonde, a quiet blonde, a guy who seemed to not like speaking, Himself, Zeran with his obsession of girls, and a couple others that seemed like they were going to be good students like Rune was going to try to be. He felt bad for Hypatia, and since he was well aware of the rooming situation, Hild since she was going to have to see her after she got out of this classroom undoubtedly about to lose her mind.

[ryuzakiryuga]

Ryuzaki clattered his desk as he arose for a second time. You never call his art cheap. It was an homage to the masterful works of the past.
"I see that you will be a fun a teacher..." He walked back up to the board and erased his picture. Then, producing a piece of chalk from his pocket. He angrily began drawing a real drawing.
"Want ME to speak, eh? Well, that is a request you will regret, Ms. Arovka.", he whispered angrily under his breath. Instead of drawing a self-portait, he instead grossly protratized Ms. Arovka. He drew a near perfect copy of the her on the board. Instead of doing what he intended to do, he just left the drawing there and wrote under it, "Vile and Grotesque Images of the Human Condition."
He would have stopped there, but he wanted to do more. Unfortunately, he needed to stay in the class; so he just drew another near-perfect copy then added wings, a forked tail, two devil wings, a Pitchfork with a cross on top of it and topped it off with the words: "Unfortunately, this is no human." He walked back to his desk, still angry.

[Akii Chiyako Kurosawa]

Akii was one of those quiet students who rarely ever spoke in class [or in general, really] unless she was addressed first, and despite this she was finding it increasingly hard to not say something to the obnoxious teens around her. Honestly, were they not taught proper manners? It just seemed like it was common sense to behave for authority figures, or at least respect them and her classmates were doing none of that. It really was a shame, you’d think that by college they would have matured and gotten past all that dumb immaturity, leaving it behind once they graduated from high school. Guess she was wrong.

Movement caught the corner of her eye and her curiosity got the better of her, glancing in the direction of the door just as a fairly tall brunette entered the room, mumbling about how late he was. She recognized him from classes she had been in in the previous year, Koigokoro-san…or something like that? She wasn’t too sure what his name was since they had never talked before, she just remembered seeing his face in class. A few moments later yet another late comer entered, this one a young, meek looking blonde who stuttered through her apology to the professor. She felt a pang of sympathy for this girl, she probably wouldn’t be too thrilled about her noisy classmates either…

Her golden gaze was brought back to the front of the room as the one kid, Ryuzaki was it? Marched back up to the blackboard and began to sketch out something that, to her, was loosely based on their Professor’s appearance. Maybe her meant for it to be insulting, but the execution of the drawing was a little…meh, and Akii bit her lip to stifle the giggle that was sure to escape her. So this was his level of maturity, huh? Drawing rude things on the blackboard all because he couldn’t handle a little criticism, honestly, what a temper this one had, eh?

But she kept her mouth shut, like always, and instead averted her gaze to the Professor to see what her next move would be.

[[Lol, maybe one day she'll actually speak in class xD]]

[hypatia]

What the hell was going on? It had to be a joke. If this whole thing was not a joke, then it was just pathetic. For so many of the students to be so immature, so obviously unconcerned about learning, was disappointing. Not just disappointing, but also depressing, especially to someone who had dedicated their lives to learning. To see education so spurned by the people she was meant to teach, it made her want to give up hope and just leave. But she had to hold on, for even if the majority of the students were hopeless, Ms. Rae and Ms. Kurosawa looked like they had a real interest to learn, or at the very least they were willing to learn. If it were not for these two girls, Professor Arovka would have probably just walked out on the class and the university, but for them, the quiet ones who wanted to learn, she had to stay and suffer and attempt to get a handle on these unruly monsters.

And, as such, Ms. Rae continued to be well behaved, if a little bored, which she herself could understand. Ms. Shigura had seemed to learn her lesson and after a weak apology, shut her god-damn mouth. At least Professor Arovka had made some amount of progress with one of the students, though she would have preferred if Ms. Shigura had just shut up, with no apology, but you had to take what was given to you. And while she might normally have felt a little bad for being so harsh and making the girl stammer out an apology, seemingly in some mix of guilt and fear, right now, with the class acting the way it did, Professor Arovka was just glad that the girl had shut her mouth, which before she had feared would never stop.

Speaking of things that never stop, Mr. Heartt had now decided to continue questioning everything that she said. While Professor Arovka might have found it entertaining in a normal class setting and would have taken his questions as an opportunity to put him down time and time again, and in doing so educate the class, right now, she just wanted him to shut the fuck up. It was too bad saying something like that was far too inappropriate for a classroom setting. So, she had to do it through intellectual cruelty. “Mr. Heartt, once again, I feel I need to remind you, and I’ll take this opportunity to remind the class, that questions not germane to this class have no place in this class, and are only relevant at other times, like after class. Also, I suppose to let you all know, I always make time for my students if they need to see me. Now, as to your question, while it is certainly to be preferred to judge an artist by his full corpus, it is often impossible to do that. You bring up Leonardo, but we have lost much of his work, you can see the same thing with Botticelli, many of whose works were lost in the bonfires of the vanities. So, we must make do and critique an artist based on whatever works we can see. And, I do believe much of what I said was about how trite Mr. Ryuga’s drawing was.” Hopefully, at the very least, he would shut up about it. Really, she ought to have, at this point, ignored him, but it was impossible for her to let a student think he had presented her a question she could not answer.

And then, two more students popped into class. One gave an idiotic apology that sounded more like a lie than the truth, while the second meekly apologized. The second had done the right thing, and as long as she stopped showing up late, there was a chance she could be an acceptable student. Professor Arovka looked down at the sheet that was still on her desk to see who these two were. First, she addressed the boy, “Mr. Koigokoro, since you are extremely late, you have missed what I’ve said to the other students, but the most relevant thing is that I do not care for your excuses, they have nothing to do with my class and, as such, do not need to be said. Now, if you would please introduce yourself to the class with your name, year, and why you are in this class.” Then, she turned to Ms. Otonashii, only saying, “It mustn’t happen again. Now, introduce yourself to the class in the same way I just told Mr. Koigokoro to introduce himself.” There, hopefully these two would manage to not act like complete idiots after this first offense of theirs.

Well, luckily Mr. Ravencroft had stopped being an idiot and was sitting there and being quiet. Hopefully, this was a sign of how he might continue for the semester. However, while he had calmed down, Mr. Ryuga seemed incapable of calming himself. To be honest, she probably should not have provoked him by critiquing him in the manner she did, but she was at the point where she was just furious with her class for not having the ability to act like civilized people and, instead, just acted like savages. Well, it looked like Mr. Ryuga was just asking to be criticized again. “Mr. Ryuga, I hate to make threats to my students, but if you find yourself completely incapable of marching to the front of class and making drawings, I will be forced to have the registrar remove you from my class. We use words to communicate with one another here.” It was like she was speaking with a four year old; four, because even kindergarteners know how to speak. “Now, as to your new works, they still seem completely trite and unoriginal. A caricature that appears an attempt to, what, humiliate me? And another that depicts me as a cartoon devil. Neither of these makes any statement of the human condition, no deep philosophical or epistemological point is being made, and even if you were attempting to satirize me, you have done it in a very imprecise and vague manner that, again, makes no criticism of me in any real terms, like critiquing my works, academic or artistic.” How hard was it to satirize her appropriately? Such weak caricatures seemed like a pathetic attempt by a child to lash out against whatever was around him.

God, why weren’t they all like Ms. Rae and Ms. Kurosawa. At least it seemed like Ms. Shigura and Mr. Ravencroft were getting there. And hopefully the two new students will act like students. But Mr. Heartt and Mr. Ryuga – they were intolerable.

[Adelaide Phoenyx Rae]

YOU KEEP REPEATING ME LINES THAT YOU THINK I WANNA HEAR
but i don't wanna hear anymore

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #000000; color: #555555; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px;] This class really was something. It was full of immature students who didn't know when to just sit down and be quiet. Really, how hard was it to do that? She had been in high school classes with students who were much more mature than some of these people. She couldn't really concentrate on her doodles, let alone anything that took any amount of actual focus. When someone moved to the front of the class, she looked in that direction, only to see a picture being erased so that the boy, Ryuzaki, could draw something else. That something else was a loose interpretation of their teacher, along with a much more cartoon-y interpretation next to it. She really hadn't pegged him for the immature type when she had met him in the library the day before but it seemed that first impressions weren't always very accurate. After all, drawing such things on the blackboard was very immature of him, whether he had originally come off as immature or not. This was the very reason she found it difficult to get close to people. You never knew if the person they were around you was their true self. They could always turn out to be immature jerks who couldn't care less about you or anything around them. Yes, she had learned that not everyone hid behind a mask. But she had also learned that there were a lot of people out there who hid who they were in order to get close to you and then took advantage of that closeness in some way or another. She was the cautious type of person who, instead of risking being hurt in some way, stayed away from people. Of course, there were always the exceptions, but those where very few and far between. If you where to ask her, she would only be able to to give you two names. One, the name of her twin sister. And two, the name of the person she considered to be her best friend. Neither of those names will be spoken here though, of course, since no one asked. With those thoughts in mind she turned her attention back to her notebook. So long as she was thinking about those two people, she might be able to continue ignoring the noise and immaturity that was going on in the room. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - .Wordcount: 400 .Place: Anderson - 2nd Floor .Tags: Hypatia, Zeran, Ryuzaki, Akii, Texia, Rune, Tore-n, Namine. .Notes: I didn't go with either of my original plans, in the end... .Lyrics: Adelaide by Anberlin

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[chilirox1]

The second Mr. Ryuzaki Ryuga got up again, and started drawing on the board, Texia had the urge to do either one of two things. One, run up to him and try to stop him physically, or verbally tell him to stop. This impulse, however, was stopped dead when she heard the door open. Two students, one shortly coming in after another, walked in through the door. The first one was a boy, however, she couldn't identify him. He gave a plausible reason as to why he was late, and then sat down. The second one was a girl, whom she also couldn't recognize. She didn't give any reason as to why she was late, but simply stammered out a nervous apology. All this, as well as the endless chanting she was doing in her head to "not talk", actually stopped her from doing anything.

With her new strong resolve, to be a better, quiet student that is, Texia looked at her syllabus. she started on the first page, and read it word for word. the problem, however, was that she wasn't taking in too much information. When you read silently, you read the words in your head. So basically, they're your thoughts for the time being. That said, her thoughts were not on the curriculum, nor the paper she was seemingly reading. No, her thoughts were focused on her inward chant.

"Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk.

(OOC: Boring post.....)

[Tore-n Hade Koigokoro]

Tore-n Koigokoro;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] As Tore-n sat down in his chair it seemed he wasn’t the only one who was late as a blonde girl had come in right after him. This made Tore-n not feel as bad since he wasn’t the only one late, but for some odd reason he felt sorry for that girl. She didn’t look like the type who would be late and Tore-n took pity on her. When the professor told him to introduce himself he felt like as if he did something wrong when he told her about the accident that happened. It was true he had fallen into a mud puddle, but if she didn’t believe him he guessed he couldn’t change that. He was also a bit taken back at how rude she talked to him compared to how she talked to the blond after him. Did she have a thing for chewing out males? Well if she did he would just have to get used to it. Tore-n was about to introduce himself before the teacher started to yell once again, but this time not to him but to someone else in class. Tore-n decided it might be a good thing to wait to introduce him-self so she could stop yelling at the other boy. He didn’t want to interrupt her while she was in a bad mood he already did it once. When the professor finished her little rant Tore-n stood up and said, “My name is Tore-n Hade Koigokoro. I’m a second year student here at Kingdom University. My reason for being in this class is because I have a love of art that I wish to express.” Tore-n sat down and from his bag took out a piece of paper and pencil and started to draw a bit. Nothing to fancy or nothing simple he started off with making a a person’s body. No one really important he was just making a picture. As he continued to draw it started to take shape. He wasn’t the best drawer, but he loved drawing anyways and if it made him happy he was glad. Now if others hated it he wouldn’t mind it was their own opinion and he wouldn’t force his on them. When he finally finished the picture it turned out like this.	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
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[namine]

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Much to her relief, no one made any moves to talk to her. And that was really all she was concerned with. However, she couldn't help but notice the angry, silver haired individual who made quite a scene of himself. He made such a loud noise and then went towards the board. Naturally, she watched him, and noticed the drawing on the board. He erased it, and drew a different picture. One that was meant to resemble the professor, although with added signature devil features; a tail, horns, and a pitchfork. It was honestly childish, in Namine's eyes, but he seemed very angry. So, she didn't find it fair to judge him as a person. Not until she knew him better. Not like she'd try to, but over time, as the year went on, she'd likely get to know everyone in the class a bit better. By their actions, of course. No talking or sociallizing would be going on between her and the other students, if the year went the way she wanted it to. Her attention was caught yet again when the professor began talking. It seemed as if she was going down a list, reprimanding almost every student. Her and the boy who'd apparently walked in late before her, Tore-N, were both in this so called list. She asked them and to introduce themselves, and Namine felt her mind start to go numb. Introductions. how she hated them so. She'd rather have no one know who she was, and simply attend the class as a nobody. Just a student whom you knew existed, but never bothered to interact with. Her teacher then, metaphorically, went down her list to a boy, Mr. Ryuga, whom Namine assumed had drawn the picture on the board earlier. She actually threatened to have him take out of the class! She couldn't imagine someone ever willingly doing something to the extent of getting threatened to be kicked out of class. But apparently, this boy did. And soon, it was time for her to speak. Lucky for her, Tore-N had decided to go first, and introduced himself. He even produced a drawing of his own, and it wasn't too bad, considering it was basically a quick sketch. Somehow, by some odd chance, she'd actually sat next to him, therefore, giving her access to a view of his creation. When he sat back down, however, she knew it was her turn. Nervously glancing around the classroom, she stayed seated for a few moments, until hesitantly rising from her seat. The normal anxiety of being in a large group and talking was coming to her. Her heart beat quickened yet again, and her hands started to feel clammy. She felt her mind going numb, and started her introduction. "Um, I-I-I'm, N-Namine O-O-Otonashii... I'm, uh, t-taking this class b-because I really like to draw." Her voice had come out shaky and soft. The last part of her sentence was said quickly, and somewhat rushed. She wasn't sure whether some of them heard it or not, but she didn't feel like saying it again. Looking down at her desktop, she fooled around with the hem of her sweater. Hopefully, the class would move on and ignore her very weak introduction.

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[Rune Veliospirus Ravencroft]

Rune was thankful that Hypatia's snapping at Texia had made her shut up. The girl's air headedness was going to make HIM go crazy. He was a few steps from trying to bang his head on the desk to knock himself out. He looked up as he heard footsteps, and saw that The one apparently named Ryuzaki had gotten up to the board and was drawing again. This time it was their professor.. one was normal, and the other made to look like a devil. He read the words underneath.. and while he understood the meaning behind the pictures and words beneath.... except the not human part under the devil it was actually a pretty poor way to try and communicate it. HE had to agree with his cousin... Hypatia was hot. Really wasn't that great away to try and portray the message... well, to someone like texia anyway.. maybe to others in the class as well that wouldn't figure out what he meant by it as well. He had a feeling though after today Hild was going to rig this class like her own.. maybe that would actually be for the better in this case.

However, he thought Hild would liek to see the drawings though. He pulled his phone out, and since the lighting was good managed to take the picture without the flash on. And it worked out that Hypatia was in it next to the drawings. HE sent it to Hild's phone with a little message on how her roommate was losing her mind in class and apparently was a succubus (it didn't really seem to suit a devil in that get up). To which thankfully it was set to silent as she immediately sent a message back that read "SHE LOOKS SO CUTE LIKE THAT..... and hot<< to bad she doesn't really have that tail though." Rune cracked a smile at the first reaction and kept from laughing. However.. he didn't want to think about the tail part of the comment... he sadly knew EXACTLY what she was talking about since she thought it would be a good idea to make him watch a particular show with her. He could only guess what Hypatia wanted to talk about with him after class if this was the way Hild was acting about her.

[Zeran Heartt]

Zeran massaged his temples a little as the professor went on. "A) How am I supposed to know what your schedule is like on the first day of school? B) Considering you asked to see a student after a class, it seems to reason that said subject is pertinent to the class." Zeran said. "Also, I didn't say that you should judge him by all his work, I was saying that you should go on more than one, which is why I brought up da Vinci's machine gun sketch. We can see he was a genius inventor by the design, considering Renaissance technology, but judging by your critique of Ryoga's drawing, you would probably assume that that's all he did."

"By the way, if you're really looking for a way to get everyone to shut up, try investing in an air horn. Works much better than trying to be intellectually cruel . . . on me anyways." Zeran said. "Besides, it also cuts down on the snarky comments from the peanut gallery, because you're not trying to give a definite opinion on a subject that has so few entrances for definite opinion . . . well at least compared to the subject in whole."