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scarredchick ([personal profile] scarredchick) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2012-04-04 02:18 pm

Conquest Class | The Most Difficult Class

Characters: Prussia and anyone
Format: Open (action or prose, I'll respond to whichever you use)
This log is: open
Location: Conquest classroom
Summary: Prussia attempts to teach about military strategies, all the while, she can't remember the names of her fellow German nations.
Warnings: "enthusiastic" teaching methods
Before Class

Prussia is sitting on her desk, one leg crossed over the other. She's wearing a rather girly outfit with impossibly tall boots.

The blackboard is covered in chalk drawings of little stick figures in square shapes. Some are labeled "ME!" others are labeled "Other Person". Anyone who has ever seen a drawing of a battle, should recognize it as such, though it may be difficult to place the exact battle.

If you approach her she will be quite willing to talk to you. Enthusiastic, too. She does enjoy teaching.

Start of Class

Once people have entered she will jump off the desk. You may get a peek of her panties. She will grin at the class, "Welcome to mein Awesome class! You get the rare pleasure of learning military strategy from me! So we'll start with this battle!"

She will then point to the above mentioned drawings and draw chalk lines to indicate movements and such, saying things like, "And then I did this!" or "She did this, so I did that!" Every time she tries to remember the name of one of her siblings she'll pause and then say, "Meine Schwester."

End of Class

"Homework will be an essay on why Old Fritz's awesome strategy of the Battle of Mollwitz worked!"

She really is enthusiastic about teaching. If you stay after class and ask questions or just want to chat, she will be drawing other battle diagrams.
mysterioustransferstudent: (You must be joking)

[personal profile] mysterioustransferstudent 2012-04-11 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
He cringed a little.

"Ah yes. I'm aware of its use as a bludgeoning tool." He could hardly forget Sherlock beating the zombie from with his soul. It may be effective, but it did seem unnecessarily crude. And it left frog guts. In his soul.

"Martial arts and swords it is, then. Thank you." In some childish and embarassing corner of his mind, the combination evoked the image of himself as some shonen hero, swashbuckling his way to glory with flashy swordsmanship and gratuitous gravity-defying kung fu, but he pushed it aside.

"If you'll forgive my curiosity, what weapon do you favour?"