There's no air or sound (open for all)

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Hel had never been a teacher before. She did not know how to be a teacher, just that she was here to teach. She had to give her students information and hope that they learned. She had no idea if she could even be a teacher. It was no surprise that she knew next to nothing about the living. She had spent the majority of her life attending to the dead with but two attendants. She knew more about the dead than she knew about the living. It had been so long since she was free to walk among them as their equal.

She walked around the room, her steps quiet and hollow sounding. The time was early. She was still new to this concept that time was important. These mortals did not have forever and they seemed to need to go places at specific times. They needed to fill up every moment of their days. Every second was important. She would have to become accustomed to this behavior as it was important for these mortals.

She waited for time to pass. Her concept of time was warped in comparison to that of her students. But perhaps the time would pass sooner than she thought. She stood at the front of the class and waited for the students to come in and take their seats, though she was unsure of how many students she would have. The living were not fond of death and that was what her class was all about. It was the subject she knew most about. However, the living were always full of surprises. She would have to see what surprises her students had in store for her.

(Open for any students who want to take this class. She's teaching Death Rituals and Afterlives soooo yeah. If your character wants to be here, awesome. If not, I don't blame them So yeah, getting posting!)

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Oh how Helena did not want to come to this class today. She loved this new school and enjoyed class and learning all that was here to learn, but there was one class she was in that she hadn't chosen for herself and really hadn't wanted to take. It just seemed far too dark and gloomy for her. It seemed as though the Gods had it in for her when they put her in this class of all classes. She looked back at her schedule to make absolutely certain this was the class she was supposed to be in, because if she didn't have to be in it she was going to run far, far, far away from that class. She was a happy person! Happy people did not take classes like this! Unfortunately it was the only class they could fit her in and she needed one last class for a full schedule.

She sighed as she walked into the class, arms to her sides and looking down at the ground. Happy people like Helena did not take death rituals and afterlife, they just didn’t! They liked and enjoyed being happy! Talking about death for an hour wouldn’t accomplish that! She didn’t want to be here but she had no choice. She quickly scurried into the room, sat at the first desk she saw and looked around. So far she was the only one here. She couldn’t blame anyone else for not taking this class. She herself didn’t want to take it. She looked up at the front and saw the teacher. She swallowed back a lump. Their blonde hair was the only thing they had in common. She looked utterly miserable and depressed! She sighed and waited on class to start. Maybe this wouldn’t be too horrible. She tried to look on the positive side, like she always did.

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Time seemed to have passed, or so Hel would assume as suddenly students began to come into the classroom and sit. It was perhaps the first time she had thought about how the room was laid out. It was not a friendly environment by any means. The room was mostly white and the walls were bare. She would have to take the time at some point to decorate it in her own style. Perhaps she would also move the desks. Perhaps she would remove them all together and instead fill the room with comfortable rugs. Perhaps even add a fireplace or a reasonable substitute. And of course there would have to be mead passed around for those old enough to drink it.

She turned her attention away from these thoughts and instead to look about at the students that had seemingly wandered in. The blonde girl looked miserable and Hel guess that she had not come to this class by choice. Hel did not mind that she did not want to come here and learn this subject. She would, in time, give students the choice to stay or to go. It did not matter to her who went as long as those who stayed were interested in what she had to teach them.

But for now she would wait until it seemed that the students had stopped trickling in. Then she would begin her class and address the students as a whole.

(anyone else who wants to join, feel free. I'll let you know when I'm going to close the thread to students. But anyone is free to join if they want to)

[telemain]

Telemain had discovered drugs.

Okay, actually, Telemain had discovered coffee, which was a wonderful substance that allowed him to stay up most of the night studying and writing out long experiences, reading and pursuing other nerd-ly activities, crash for a few hours and then get back up, down a few shots of caffeine and allow him to go about his daily business. That, and it even gave him an energy boost on top of that.

So it was that he strode into class after three hours of sleep, on time and fully-groomed, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, coffee cup in one hand, a heavy textbook in the other as he chose a seat and sat down, looking around at the small class around him. Really? This was it? Ah well, more teacher attention and homework help for him!

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Hel watched as a few more students came in. Her class was small it seemed but that was fine. The fewer students she had the more in detail she could be about their interests. She checked the clock and saw that it was time to begin the class, so she crossed the room to close the door. Then she walked back to where she had been standing and faced her students. She looked them over silently for a moment deciding where to begin.

Her posture was rigid as she stood before her students. “I am Hel,” she said at last. She paused a moment looking over her students experiencing a small bit of disappointment that none of them were Vikings. “I am a goddess of the dead to the Norse people.” For her students she was sure they would have never heard of her. Hel did not mind, however, for her father had mentioned that there was a Viking here. She would seek him out eventually. For now, she looked at the students sitting in front of her. “Who are all of you?”