fandomhigh | Creative Writing, Period 6 1/24

Yuki seemed to be in an almost pleasant mood today. He stands to begin his lecture, “Good afternoon. I hope none of you suffered a large amount of psychological trauma this past weekend, and if you have, think of it as good writing material.”

“Today we’re going to look in depth into the most important base for a story. Good characters. They’re more important than the setting, or plot. Once you have solid characters, the rest will work itself out. Today is the first day you’re going to work on your final piece. I want you to create two firm characters and submit them to me by the end of class with a short description of each.”

“This doesn’t have to be final, but I want you to begin creating the characters that are going to drive your story. I also what you to doodle the two characters that you’re submitting, just because.” Just because he wants to laugh at your art skills. To himself later on, of course. “Oh and Hoodie-Brain, you don’t need to draw the character along the lines.”

((OOC: Sorry for putting this up a bit late, I’ve got a busy day today since I’m going to see Wicked with my family, I’ll be on tonight however to pick up any and all tags))

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As Nadia took notes, the little stuffed, winged pink pony that would not leave her alone balanced carefully on her shoulder and made quiet commentary on how she should try to make her handwriting nicer.

Maybe it didn't like ponies; maybe it didn't like pink; or maybe it just didn't like anyone it didn't know. Yeah, the third one sounds about right. Anyway, Nova's little turtle plushy made a beeline for the flying pink pony, tiny arms prepared to attack.

The pony was less than prepared, and reacted to this attack with a loud squawk of pink-pony-outrage.

"That's not nice, happy, or friendly at all!"

The turtle didn't care much about those things. He wanted the pony to come down to his level and grapple. He made a leap for the flying thing, using all the strength in his little legs.

~~Well, I had originally figured the pony couldn't actually fly, but that works. . . .~~

The pony was not going to put up with this. "I'll show you what we do to peope who aren't nice, happy, or friendly!" It aimed stumpy, plush pink hooves at the turtles head and let out a bellow of berserker rage.

Really, Nadia had been trying to tell people that this thing had to be evil. Now here was her proof.

~~oops, my mistake~~

The turtle, who was still in mid leap, couldn't avoid the hooves coming toward it. He was hit pretty hard and went tumbling. He tried to get up as quickly as he could and made a quick scurrying retreat behind Nadia's arm.

Nova was pondering breaking this up before stuffing went flying everywhere.

Nadia glanced at the turtle, then over to the pony, which was still quivering with barely supressed rage, then back at the turtle.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't proper classroom behavior," she hissed to both of them.

The little turtle wasn't interested in being told what to do. It intended to shoot Nadia a mean stare and possibly a kick as well, but it stopped after looking all the way up to see her face. If toys could blush, the turtle did right now.

Nadia gave the turtle an admonishing look, not knowing of its blushy attitude.

Yuki was trying to ignore all this stuffed animal crap, because drawing attention to it would just distract everyone more. And Yuki... happened to keep a seam ripper in his desk. He pulled it out quite obviously and hoped those stuffed animals would get the picture.

His entire demeanor changed. He tried to be as cute as possible, doing little somersaults and much twirling. It seemed he had forgotten about the pony and now concentrated on impressing its owner.

Nadia smiled at the little turtle.

The pony might have actually growled.

The pony spotted the seam ripper. "That man is not nice or happy," it hissed to Nadia in warning.

Nadia shoved it roughly out of the way and tried to keep taking notes.

The turtle may not have noticed the immediate danger, but Nova had. He opened up a portal, which the little turtle seemed to disappear into. The turtle reappeared at Nova desk and was promptly given another scolding look.

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