Welcome To Class~ [Open]

[SIMA ORATIO]

The sun rose over the edge of his window. It filled his room with just enough light to see. “What time is it?” He yawned, almost as if asking someone beside him. He sat upward, turning to the side, to rest his feet off the edge of the bed. Sima groaned, almost as if being reminded of something not exactly pleasant. He quickly showered, and changed. Getting ready early for the day was something he became used to. The wind blew rather calmly outside. The walk was rather comforting, cool air rustling across the walkways pushing small amounts of dirt and leaves along its path. It was a new semester wasn’t it? A grin appeared across his face at the thought. A brand new class of students? What an interesting bunch these students were. It was Sima’s responsibility to teach them about control, and the meaning of power. It was rather fun to see the various powers these students possessed. Sima’s own powers allowed him to see the traffic of energy through the body, and by seeing this ‘traffic’ it became easier to teach the students, tell them what was happening. Give them feedback so that they can learn.


Perhaps Sima enjoyed teaching class because it was one of the few times he was around others. Perhaps Sima was a loner, but this was usually his own choice, a force of habit, one could say. Sima reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He flipped through them one by one until finding the one he needed to open the classroom. He made his way to the classrooms, despite still being roughly 1 hour and 30 minutes early. He wanted to prepare for today, get things ready, despite taking him only a few minutes. Perhaps it was the excitement that drove him to be there so early. He looked up at the board, grabbing the chalk, he wrote in big bold letters. “Welcome to Power & Control Studies!” He then wrote his own name on the right side of the board. “Mr.Oratio” Sima looked at his own name and smiled.


Sima pulled his bag off his shoulders, placing the bag onto the desk. It looked similar to that of a laptop bag, but when he opened it no laptop was found. Only a few binders, and books, regarding course content, and other things. Sima flipped through the pages briefly, and then went back to chapter 1. Sima took the chalk and wrote once again on the board. “Definitions of Power:” He wrote on the left side of the board. “Definitions of Control:” he wrote on the right. Sima didn’t like this section of the course content, but he did understand the importance of teaching morals, and the understanding of what power should be used for. So it was the basics for new students, sadly.

[KATIE CHERISH]

Entering the classroom she swept gracefully to the back of the room, centre to the front she drummed her fingers tunefully against the table top humming to herself as she gazed out of the window. Absent minded and uncaring of her surroundings, a smile twigged at the corner of her lips as she felt the energy of the other students fills the room. She could feel the chaos of their powers battling with their own will, biting her lip she sniffed the air gently as she leant forward basking in the residual power.
Apparently there were some powerful sheep amongst the flock and Katie made a mental list of those that gave off the strongest vibe. She drummed her fingers louder as more and more filed into the room keeping her eye trained on the teacher in front of her. He sensed weird, different to anything she’d encountered before; Mr Oratio wasn’t all that he appeared apparently. She studied the board her eyes haughtily reading the chalky text turning her nose up at the left hand side, control – hah she was perfectly in the control the only reason she was here was to learn how to truly hone her gift. The densities of ones power was far more important than stupid tricks to keep it under ‘control’.

[SIMA ORATIO]

Sima eyed out the class, of course he was able to sense each student’s energy. He raised eyebrow for a moment, but none of them intrigued him so far. They were all underdeveloped. Others would call this weak but Sima viewed it differently. Others might call them weak, or underdeveloped, but Sima could see their potential. Every student had potential, both in control, and their increase in power. Sima was always interested in seeing the differences in strengths between the students, however, he was always curious to see who lost control first. Sima was both anxious and nervous for the first assignment. It was later today, but if they cleared this section quickly enough it might be sooner than expected. Sima sifted through the desks of students. Each one had their own unique presence, scent, energy. He could feel the pressure exerted from their own powers, their own strengths. He could even sense when someone was angered, sad, happy, the difference in the way their bodies pressure, or energy changed was a dead giveaway.
When the last few students entered and took their seats Sima spoke up. “Welcome to class C3039” Sima’s voice was loud, and reached to the far corners of the room. Even so, it still had a feeling of kindness to it. “As you should know, this is Power&Control Studies,”

Sima didn’t really like having to repeat the course information on day one, but it was more or less in case a student was confused and somehow stumbled into the wrong class. “My name is Sima Oratio, you may call me, Sima, or Mr.Oratio, whichever works” He smiled brightly with a slight laugh. “So, why don’t we just get the boring stuff over with first huh?” Sima wasn’t going to lie, this section of the course was probably the most boring. It was part of the curriculum so it had to be covered. “So, can anyone give me the definition of Control?” Sima immediately began to get this section underway.

He realized this was a quick introduction, but getting this section done meant that they could move on to the more personal sections of the course. This class required a lot of personal, one-one discussion for most students. It was hard for a lot of people, and this meant Sima had to keep things quick, and thorough to get to every student, make sure that everyone understood the sections, and could apply them in the field. One of the students raised their hand after a moment of pause. Sima eyed over to him and he began speaking. “The power to influence people’s behaviour” the student added proudly. Sima sighed, turning around and writing what the student spoke of on the board. He bolded “power’ under the definition of control.

“Yes, that is one definition of control” Sima responded to the students answer. He then looked about the class for a second time. “Who can tell me what their definition of power is, and why?” He leaned against his desk and raised his hand out. He was signaling for anyone who was comfortable enough to take the chalk and write their definition of the board.

[XAVIER KINGDON]

Xavier walked in a little late and quietly took a seat in the back corner. He prefered to have the whole room in front of him so he could see everything, but also didn't want to be close to a teacher that might be mad that he walked in late.  He surveyed the class as they all sat down. He watched where they sat and how the acted. Some seemed lazy or uninterested but he also found the few who looked actualy ready for the class. Those few would answer most of the questions the teacher asked and Xavier was happy to let them answer. He Didn't like to be asked on and hated it even more if they actualy made him answer it. 

Control never had exsisted in Xaviers life and now was the same as ever. His ablitites flooded into him in every moment of time. It never stopped, and it was now very easily released. Heat surged through his viens, skin, even bones and heated his body but to Xavier everything was normal and felt normal. He didn't feel powerful at all. His temperature has always been high like he had a fever all the time but that was the only thing he found different. 

His attention centered back on the teacher after ignoring him for the first few minutes. He had no idea what the teacher just said but got caught up by just looking at the board. Wow, he thought, Right to buisness. Just great. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair hoping someone would answer before the teacher started to call on people. He was already uncomfortable with being in a classroom and his eyes couldn't keep from looking around at everything in the room. 

[ROSALIE BRAONAIN]

Another day another control class, of course Rosalie wasn’t as apprehensive of attending anymore, wonderful things had developed recently and her powers hadn’t really bothered her in a while. Sure the odd nightmare appeared every once in a while but everyone was allowed to slip up – and she’d take the odd nightmare over a full blown trance. She hadn’t really left the school walls in a while she was safe there and although she knew she had to test her powers to train herself she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t want any weird trances taking over and she certainly didn’t want to be tormented by a bunch of stupid spirits that couldn’t get over their own deaths.

As she settled into her seat she watched as the class filled up with students each looking slightly nervous of what today’s class could unearth. Though there were those that sat coolly in their seats and Rosalie truly envied them and their advanced control of their powers. Listening quietly to the teacher as he spoke Rose opened her bag and took out her notebook and a couple of pens ready to begin the lesson keeping her eyes cast down as the teacher asked his questions.

[ZYRO NOX TSUKAIMA]

Zyro walked into the classroom running a hand through his hair. Control class... yay. He knew the class was mandatory, and the whole point of the class was to teach them how to control one's powers. The problem to Zyro with this situation was actually the students. No person really had the same power, and he didn't see how cramming a bunch of students into a classroom, all of which to learn how to control each of their own unique power, was going to work. It seemed to him that the only thing that would work would be the specialized classes in later years. Well, he shouldn't complain, the class was pretty easy, but he really wanted to learn how to become more flexible with his powers. Well, during recent events, his powers were put to the test and he was proud of what he accomplished, so maybe he was learning something.

He looked around the room on a whim, and noticed someone sitting in one of the desks. He couldn't help it, he grinned, how he not? It was Rose! The memories of the last few days went through his mind. How had he not noticed that she was in the class before? He was about to call over to her, as she hadn't noticed him yet, but the teacher walked as he was. It looked like conversation would have to wait. He sat down in a desk a few seats behind her and pulled out his notebook and pen, centering his attention on the teacher. Time to learn.

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[SIMA ORATIO]

The classroom seemed rather full, yet no one really seemed to pay attention to his lecture. Sima scrunched his nose up in a slight angered tone. Some of the student in fact seemed to be writing notes which was a good sign. “The definition of Power is being able to act for the benefit of others.” Sima looked at the definitions provided on the board. “These are technically the correct answer, however not for this class” Sima responded anxiously. “Power is being able to act for the benefit of others” The point in teaching this to students was to stress the importance their powers play. It is a hard moral struggle when you have the power to rob any bank at the snap of your fingers, or kill a life within an instant. Providing this definition and teaching it to student gave them moral struggle. This would hopefully help prevent the use of powers for greedy purposes. “Control is understanding the effect of loss, and preventing it from manifesting to the people around you” Of course Sima didn’t expect them to understand his words, or understand why he chose these definitions over the current ones. The hope was they would by the end of course, or above all at least remember the effect their powers play on the people around them.

Sima looked at the class in front of him, and a yawn escaped his lips. “Please write what I just said down, and we will discuss it again halfway through the course.” Sima wrote what he spoke on the chalkboard and then waited a few minutes for the class to catch up. “Now, as some of you know” Sima trailed off to another topic. “The powers of each and every one of you are very different, so we will go around the class. You will speak your name, and your power. Please briefly explain what you can do with your powers, but do not actually use your power, trust me I will know if you do!”

[XAVIER KINGDON]

Xavier had been in the class all of  5 minutes and he already didn't have something he needed for the class: A pencil and paper. He was already behind, so he sat at his desk with his arms crossed not knowing what he could do further. No one else in the class seemed to paying attention but at least most of them had some paper. Xavier groaned, this was not going to be a good time for him. Even if he had paper he doubted it would last long. 

He looked around him at all of the other students. Disappointed that none of them answered but great full that the teacher didn't call on anyone. He knew his luck wouldn't last that long. Three things were wrong with the teacher's answers. One, How was Xavier supposed to know what he wanted that as an answer. Two, Xavier and the teacher had a very big difference in the definition of power and three, how did he come up with that answer did he want to thoroughly confuse him. Xavier knew about loss. Most of what Xavier thought about was loss. The loss of everything he ever cared about.

When Mr. Oratio told them what they were going to do next, Xavier cursed under his breathe. Not only did Xavier have to answer but he would also have to give away the thing he hated most about the school. When it came up to his turn he gave a roll of his eyes, " Xavier and this rest you don't need to know." He smirked at him giving up on the whole matter of being happy in a class room. No way was he going to have fun in this class unless they wanted to invoke a fire to burn the school otherwise he would stay out of the way and refuse everything. 

(we need to move this to jcink. )