Closed [Open] The Class of 512

[Lixue]

Fall 44th, 512 AV After 18 bells in the day. Seeking: 2 Roleplayers. PLEASE NOTE: You will be expected to write at least 300-400 words in a reply, a sufficient amount. If you cannot handle such a lengthy response, please do not join. Replies to this thread should take no longer than a week without notification. This is a class on the topic of medicine. The topic will be revealed later. Once the topic is revealed, you will have the option of leaving the classroom if you so wish. -- The class Lixue taught had a simple topic: Medicine. The class Lixue taught had a difficult topic: Medicine. Lixue enjoyed teaching. It left her feeling as though she was helping the future generations, not to mention the patients. By doing something as simple as instructing and informing students on the most basic of tasks, Lixue was helping all the patients out there. Nearly everyone in the classroom would fill some type of medical occupation throughout their lifetime and Lixue liked to believe they would turn out as wonderful doctors, assistants, masseuses, or even Icewatch Healers. She had had to have had some type of effect, if the students had paid her any mind during their classes. Otherwise, and this was a scary thought, the students risked going into the working field with only enough knowledge to kill someone. As it was, Lixue tried to cram all the information she could into one lesson and cover a single topic, even if it was vast. She would use strategies such as hands on participation, where a mock event would take place and the class must help the individuals. Other times, Lixue would use someone as an example and demonstrate the lesson on them. When Lixue had taught an emergency care class, she put the class into an imaginary situation where several different races were injured and the healer only had the items the class gave to him. In another time, Lixue used a girl to demonstrate how to set a broken bone. Lixue was a firm believer that although you could learn everything you needed to know from a book, more often than not, a book did not prepare you for a real life situation. No matter how many times you read over the fact that when someone went into shock you were not to conduct surgery, the individual may forget that fact when he or she saw a bone stabbing out of the patient's broken appendage. No matter how many times the book instructed the medical personnel to stay calm, even in the worst of situations, this idea may have been thrown out of the window upon stumbling into the first hard headed individual who refused to do as asked. Shuffling the papers on her desk into a neater pile, Lixue picked up the piece of charcoal in her left hand, holding it on end between her thumb and the tip of her third finger. With sharp, fluid movements, Lixue wrote out the assignments for the night. Each paper was different. There were three pages in all, a number that took nearly ten chimes to complete. Tonight, Lixue expected a small class.

[Sliver]

To be sure, Sliver wasn't exactly why she was here. Books made her horrendously nervous, even made rashes break out on her hands if she held them for too long, and surely that is what teaching involved wasn't it? Lots of books and reading and absorbing of foreign knowledges? Well if it did involve reading Sliver was going to be out of this place before this learning even began that was for sure, she was getting a headache just imaging that tiny text scrawled across dry and itchy paper. Shivering with the horrors that reading entailed, Sliver slowly entered into a completely empty classroom, wondering if she was entirely in the wrong place and had somehow gotten the instructions wrong. The idea that even something as simple as that being misconstrued by her flailing brain made her insanely worried that she was just not cut out to be behind a desk, and very much made her wish to flee the room immediately and never look back. This, however, was no longer an option. She had committed to walking through the door way, and a figure she refused to look in the eye was shuffling papers around on a desk. To turn back now would be cowardice and an open display of weakness that she just couldn't abide to live with. So...she had to stay. So one might ask exactly why the twitchy Kelvic was here in the first place if this idea of learning via the educational system ran so counter intuitive to how her fragile mind worked, and that could be explained with two simple words: Peer Pressure. She had shown a vague interest in herbs. She didn't much care for the white sterile smells that medicine brought on, but highly enjoyed learning about plants that could be used for any number of things, applied to skin to help dry skin, ease burns, and how different plants could be combined to treat different ailments. To be sure a vague interest was all it was, since she knew nothing about plants save the myriad of poisonous ones located on Sahova, but she was willing to learn, and as soon as she confessed this it was somehow translated into medicine. So there a very nervous wolverine stood, staring at the floor, making sure her gaze was nowhere near meeting the teacher's gaze, and managed to stammer out. "...is this...where the class is being held?"

[Silarial]

Silarial took small, lithe steps towards the room where the class would be held, her heart beating erratically in her chest. Her nervousness was reflected in the color of her eyes: a wild shade of amber. It is actually not usual for her to be in such an agitated state, but it is also not normal for her to be attending a class with other people. The first time she went to a class was when she was a little girl of six. It had been a very traumatic experience for Silarial, being called the ‘warmblooded girl without a father’ by children and adults alike. Since then, she never attended classes again. Well, until now. She stopped walking and hugged herself against the unpleasant feeling welling up in her stomach. She doesn’t really need to do this, does she? She has not entered class yet. Nobody has seen her so far. She could still walk away and pretend this whole thing never even happened, right? Silarial shook the negative thoughts away and breathed deeply. She wanted to do this. Or at least she tried to convince herself that she wanted to do this. If she wants to leave Avanthal to see the world, she has to learn how to look after herself. And what better subject to learn about taking care of one’s self other than learning about the study of medicine? After that, she could try asking someone to teach her how to defend herself with weapons and stuff. She sighed. But first things first, she really need to get herself together to actually make this class a worthwhile experience. Moving her focus back to the case at hand, she tried to think of what little she actually knows about the topic of medicine, mostly in an attempt to distract herself from memories better left forgotten. She had seen people clean simple wounds, but besides that, she is actually pretty clueless. Silarial blushed at her ignorance, her eyes turning midnight blue. Would she really do alright in this class? Mustering up all the courage she could, she walked slowly inside the almost empty classroom. There are only two people inside, one woman sitting at the desk in front, most probably the teacher, and another standing near her. Eyeing the latter, she noticed that although the person looks quite masculine, that person is, in fact, a woman. Silarial noted that this person must be a warrior or something similar, seeing as how well-toned her muscles are, and the way her golden brown hair is cropped. Silarial instinctively touched her hair, and internally swore that she would never cut her beautiful black hair short. Realizing that she has probably been staring, she awkwardly cleared her throat and spoke a bit nervously to the black-haired woman at the desk. “Um… Excuse me... H-hello. I will be participating in the class about medicine...”

[Lixue]

Lixue had just finished writing the second assignment when the door opened. A young man nodded to Lixue and took a seat near the back. Obviously, this man was used to coming to such classes and knew the actions required of him. Lixue paid him no mind as she went back to work. Unfortunately, before she could even touch the paper with the charcoal, the door opened again. This time, a masculine woman stepped through the doors. She looked nervous in the way her eyes flitted around and denied landing on any one object. The female had a mohawk type haircut and still had her armor on. Lixue ignored the urge to raise an eyebrow and instead watched the girl's face, in case she did decide to actually look at Lixue. "Yes, this is where the class is being held. Go ahead and take a seat, anywhere of your choosing. We may rearrange after the class has begun." Without waiting to see if the girl obeyed her command, Lixue went back to writing the assignments out. Soon enough, the door opened again. A pale girl with black hair stepped through, also looking nervous. Lixue waited until she had approached the desk before glancing upwards. "It's great that you've chosen to participate in this class. Go ahead and pick a seat of your choosing. We will begin shortly." And then Lixue went back to work. Writing the final assignment took nearly five bells; time that the students had to themselves and were forced to wait for her. This was a technique of allowing the students to interact, if they so chose. By interacting with one another, nerves and emotions could be soothed to a more relaxed state. It would also allow the mind to focus on other, more important, things because the students would not be worrying about each other. Pushing back her seat, Lixue set the charcoal down and stood. "Hello. I am Lixue. Some of you may recognize me from the Medical Center. If you do not, that's alright." Insert friendly smile here. "I am honored you have chosen to participate in one of my medicinal classes. Tonight, we will be covering several topics and you will work together to figure out the solution." A moment's pause. "If there is an issue with this at any time, feel free to leave. No feelings will be harmed."

[Sliver]

She blinked at the instructor and nodded, making sure her form straightened out and her expression became a bit more serious. After all this wasn't some sort of epic battle to the death, it was merely a class, and thus far she hadn't mentioned books...yet. Sliver glanced over when she heard the approaching footsteps of another and caught the Vantha staring at her rather blatantly. Used to this behavior the Kelvic was barely moved, and just gave a small smile, for the girl looked as nervous as she felt, then took a seat closest to the front of the room, barely noticing the gentleman that had entered before her. Though she had slowly began to calm, now that she saw Lixue was writing upon the board the Kelvic frowned. She knew this was a bad idea. Learning should take place in reality, not in some stuffy classroom, empty and a bit chilled. Eyebrows furrowed, but she refused to simply leave, she had comitted to this new experience and she was going to follow it through, by Morwen. She noticed that the Vantha girl had taken a seat next to her, and since there was obviously a bit of time Sliver glanced over. "I'm Sliver, what's your name?" Despite her aesthetic choices, her voice was fairly friendly, if not a bit distracted by the problem of Lixue writing upon the board. When the doctor was finished and turned around to speak, Sliver listened than raised her hand. A small nod bade her to speak and Sliver cleared her throat. "Will it be a problem if I cannot read?" There, she had said it. She heard some sort of noise from the male in back, though whether it was a grunt of amusement or of shock she couldn't tell, but Sliver wasn't one to lie and pretend, so she thought it her duty to let the teacher know of how she was already going to fail this class academically.

[Silarial]

After she had informed the teacher of her interest in the class, Silarial looked around the room tensely, stuck in choosing where she ought to sit. There were only two other people in the room besides her and the teacher: the warrior woman seated at the front and a young man at the back. Finally, Silarial chose the seat closest to the front beside the masculine woman. As she eased herself into the chair, Silarial looked at the teacher who was still busily writing, wondering if this was a common occurrence in normal classes. Figuring that there really was no use thinking about such things at the time, she sighed and shifted herself awkwardly in her chair. Silarial flicked her gaze to her seatmate, thinking about how she should introduce herself. She couldn’t feel Morwen’s mark on this fellow so it would be safe to assume she was not Vantha and therefore, didn’t speak Vani. The teacher spoke Common to her too despite being a Vantha herself. Fine, Common it is then. But still. Silarial hoped the woman was a lot nicer than the impression she gave off, so she was pleasantly surprised when the woman broke the silence by introducing herself to the nervous Vantha. Silarial gave the woman, now known to her as Sliver, a friendly — but mostly relieved — smile. “My name is Silarial. It is nice to meet you Sliver.” Her eyes melted into a color very similar to that of an unripe apple. She wanted to say more but not knowing what to actually say, remained quiet, but definitely more relaxed than she had been before she entered the room. The stillness within the room, occasionally interrupted by the faint sound of charcoal against paper, did not last long. The teacher finally stood up and introduced herself as Lixue from the Medical Center. Silarial had gone to the center a couple of times in the past but she can’t remember having seen the teacher before. She listened attentively as Lixue spoke, and even more so when Sliver notified the instructor about being unable to read. She looked at the woman beside her, curious if Sliver didn’t have a formal education like her, and then to the teacher, waiting for her response. In any case, Silarial was willing to read to Sliver if required.

[Stardust]

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Experience Awarded!

Sliver

Skill	XP Awarded.....................................
Socialization	1

•	Lores Awarded.....................................
•	Reading From Books Gives One Knowledge
•	Meeting Silarial
•	Preparing for a Medicine Class
•	Lixue: A Teacher of Medicine

Silarial

Skill	XP Awarded................................
Socialization	1

•	Lores Awarded.......................................
•	Meeting Sliver
•	Goal: To Learn About Medicine
•	The Courage to Enter a Classroom
•	Lixue: A Teacher of Medicine

Comments & Questions!

Well, first of all, Lixue once you update your CS I can give you a grade! I'd like to suggest that if you have an real expectations for a thread to have the tag be "pm to join" instead of writing out a word count, for example. It's less threatening to new players as well as old.

It was sad to see this cut so short, I bet it would have been good! Hope to see more with you three.

And as always, if you have any questions or problems with the grade, feel free to PM me!

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[Lullaby]

Lixue Whitevine :

Experience:

♪ Teaching: +1

Lores:

♫ How Teaching Also Helps Patients
♫ The Techniques of Teaching A Lot in Little Time
♫ A Book Is Not a Teacher!
♫ The Small Class of 512 AV

Notes

Another one I was sad to see cut short, since this looked like it would have turned out so interesting! I would have loved to see Lixue teaching full swing as well. Teaching was for her planning assignments, how she went over the best methods of teaching, etc.

A quiet song to soothe the heart

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can figure it out.