Supernatural Academy (An Advanced RP) discussion

Ooo, thought Sabine as she walked to the edge of the forest into a field filled with tall grass. So when I want to scream, this is where I go. Dear, I hope I didn’t hurt anyone’s ears the last time!
Although, she did prefer that clearing she stumbled upon.

Ian's sharp eyes looked around for the students to be coming soon. He smiled, seeing a girl, dressed in a brown leather jacket and black skinnies walking toward him. The girl was Skyra Rider. One of the new arrivals. Of course he knew what she was but been told to keep it a secret till she was content.

((Now's time for class? Sorry, I haven't ever really attended a virtual class before.))

((yeah, I need to get Tea and Helen here to start all of it since they have many of the Charries.))

((Yeah. Okay, then.))

((None of my characters are students.))

((What about Creo? oh wait... XD))

Viatani approached the gathering crowd of students apprehensively, book and satchel in tow. She felt more comfortable in the outdoor areas.

((I created a shifting charrie just for this class Tara. ^_^))

((I can have Predator and Fredrick grapple to the death in here.))

((:D Will Sam and Seb join us? Just curious cause having the Trio in the same area will be hilarious))

Skyra met eyes with Viatani, not hiding her curiosity. Ian nodded to the students, "Sit, we'll wait a few minutes for the others."

((XD A love square? Well Skyra isn't going to fall in love easily and we are still testing out this tri. Ask Tea.))

((Nevermind.))

Brielle walked into the little field and sat down in the grass, placing her bag next to her. She wondered when the class was going to commence.

((Well, hello there. I think Stiles will be doing well in this class))

(( Yeah, this class is going to help out Brielle a lot seeing as she has little to no control over her transforming. ))

Ian growled under his breath. He knew there was a few more kids on the roster back in his office. Why didn't he bring it in the first place? Idiot.

Stiles strode over to the class, hands shoved in his pockets. He'd decided to wear his glasses today, the square frames perched on his nose. "Sorry if I'm late," he apologized.

Ian flourished a hand to where the others sat. "Take a seat," he said, somewhat stern. His wolf was taunting him inside he knew patience was a virtue.

Skyra Rider looked around, her eyes settling on each student for the class for just a moment before moving on to the next. She wasn't a loner, for she sat somewhat close to them. Skyra wasn't about to offer her name though anytime soon.

Stiles nodded and found a seat a little bit aways from Ian. He had caught the scent of a wolf, and it wasn't eaxactly bringing out the best side of him.

Brielle rocked back and forth and eventually fell backwards, landing in the comfy grass. She plucked out a strand of the green grass and twisted it around her finger while gazing up at the blue sky. That cloud looked like a rabbit, she thought and the next looked like a sailboat.

((Sam and Seb don't transform, though.))

Viatani sat cross-legged in the grass, setting her book bag beside her. She leaned back on two hands, yellow eyes gazing expectantly at the teacher.

"Alright, class is beginning now." Ian sighed as he stepped forward from where he leaned against a tree. He wanted to see his student's reaction to the sudden statement first before he remarked about anything.

Brielle sat straight up, composing herself and pulling grass blades out of her hair. She shook her head and watched as a few went flying outwards. She hoped she'd gotten all of them out.

Stiles tilted his head up slightly, mostly to get a better look over the people in front of him.

Skyra sat up straighter, ready and listening. She looked back at the guy behind her and then to the girls. Would she have to be forced to shift in front of them, to show who she was really was. She certainly hoped not.

Stiles chewed absently at his bottom lip. He felt like he might be the odd one out. Sure, he could shift into his Wolf form, but his Shark? He didn't think he wanted to drown on dry land in front of a bunch of people.

Ian started his introduction. "Transformation isn't a spell. It's a part of you. It's what has you here today. Many of you can transform into some sort of animal or beast. Am I correct?" He needed to see who would participate the most.

Stiles nodded, lips pursed. He glanced around, noticing that a majority of the class was female. The odds were nice, but kinda annoying at the moment. If shit went down, there wouldn't be some other guy to fall back on. He certainly wasn't going to get into it with a group of girls. Not that he thought they were weak or anything, it just didn't suit his morals to hit a girl.

Sabine ran as fast as she could. Deary mother of all Humanity could she be any more late?
When she came up to the teacher, she bowed her head. "Sorry sir," she said, "I was held up."
She then joined the group sitting down.
She looked over at Skyra and gave her a slight smile. She must be very happy, Sabine thought. She turned her attention to the teacher.

Skyra smiled, showing no sign she was slightly shaken from last night. Her attention remained on the teacher.

Ian sighed, shaking his head but continued on, "Transformation is a skill, a lesson that us specifically must learn to survive in the world. All of us have the motive to do so, in our soul, to bring out the inner beast and transform. Sometimes it's like another person in your mind, sometimes it's crazy emotions. Either way, there's some part of you that reacts differently to certain actions.

Stiles nodded, although he felt as though he should be taking notes. He didn't have a notebook on him, and a few years of school with humans taught him that there were some pretty crazy teachers out there, giving out pop quizzes on absolutely nothing.

Stiles looked up, feeling someone's eyes on him. He glanced around to the students, brows furrowed.

Leaning close to the boy, Sabine whispered, “I think she likes you.” She gave a cheeky wink.
Even though she was still upset about Skyra not trusting her enough to tell her what was wrong (and for throwing a pillow at the door) or allowing her to help, it didn’t mean she had to be all down-in-the-dumps.

"Who," Stiles inquired, a bit oblivious as to who the girl was referring to, "I don't know anyone here." He shrugged, lips pursed as he adjusted his glasses.

Sabine nodded to the girl with the blonde wavy hair.

"Her," Stiles whispered. He took a moment to look her over before shaking his head. "No way."

Sabine shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? Anything could happen in life."

Nate rushed through the school and into the little field set up for transformation class. He set his bag down in the grass next to Brielle and nodded to the teacher, "Sorry I'm late. I got, uh, sidetracked with the... Sink." He plopped down next to Brielle.

Brielle punched him lightly on the arm, "Slacker." She said and they both laughed.

Sabine turned to see a new lad joining the class. At least she wasn't the only late one.

Stiles caught the blush on the girl's cheek, one of his own creeping up on his face. He scratched at the back of his head, gaze cast down. "Still don't think it," he muttered.

Pnuema floated gently into the clearing, staying towards the back. Silently, without a single sound, she knelt down, hovering above the ground. Whispers of other ghosts surrounded her, forcing her to back away from the other students so they would not be disturbed by the sounds.

Stiles had taken his attention away from the girl in hopes that he might be able to focus in on class. His center of focus was ultimately distracted by the girl again, who he could feel looking at him every now and then.

Ghost's curse.

It's what Pnuema was tied to. The curse was to remain invisible to most and only be faintly seen by others. Why she was here in class? No reason, though the whispering around her was instructing her to look forward. She did, and observed the eye dance going on between a boy and a girl.

Ian sighed, "Enough with the whispers." He cleared his throat. "So, I'm about to show you how it can be done easily as if flipping a switch." He unbuttoned his shirt, focused on the task.

Brielle coughed, slightly uncomfortable, as the teacher began to unbutton his shirt. Nate laughed beside her, "Brielle's got the hots for the teacher!" He shouted, embarrassing Brielle. "I do not!" She yelled, a huge red blush spreading across her entire face. She didn't like Ian like that at all.

Ian rolled his eyes, for he had had students fall in love with him, not that he cared. He never had loved someone, stone heart and all that. His torso proved to be toned and neat as he backed up, so not to trample them if the jump shift was inaccurate. "Now, who can share what their trigger is? What makes them shift into their true self?"

Skyra raised her hand easily. "Anger, or determination."

Ian nodded and looked to the others, wanting their answers as well.

Pnuema looked up at the instructor, and tried to remain calm, but the space where her heart used to be grew light, and the fog that encircled her grew thicker.

"Wanting to protect someone." Pnuema offered softly, raising a comforting hand to her shoulder as a swirl of mist streamed down the hill. Unlike the other students, she had known this Ian for much longer, since she had been here for almost fourty years. Not that he had noticed, she was just a quiet ghost after all.

"Rage." Nate said, crossing his arms, "Usually when I'm angry at myself." He glanced over at Brielle but turned back to facing the teacher immediately.

Brielle glanced down at her hands, fiddling with them, "I haven't found mine." She said, "I always transform at the full moon though. I can't control it..." She wrapped her arms around her legs.