- Jan 13, 2017
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"Moronic classroom... Idiotic powers..." A frustrated sigh accompanied the less-than-qualified ghost's mutterings as she walked through the various halls of the school, clutching a heavy pile of textbooks. All on the subject of ghost powers, ghost preferences, ghost information... Etcetera.
Almost a week now she'd been studying on the proper way to control her powers. When to use them, when NOT to use them. Pros, cons - all of them, she'd had permanently stuck into her brain. Line after line after line of plain text containing all the knowledge Aswan needed from one booklet. Which, if she was being honest, not a thorough study of all material available - but she'd had to make do with what little resources she had. It wasn't much.
And so, in search of more experience, she'd contacted this teacher. One of them. She couldn't remember his name, but he was a teacher nonetheless.
The thump of her feet on carpet were next to nonexistent, as she dragged herself to the class. Normally, she wouldn't have dragged herself like this - rather, the brunette would be excited, even, to go to the Powers class. But this? This was her, admitting defeat, admitting she didn't know something. Admitting she didn't know about her powers any better than she should.
Admitting that she wasn't as smart as she thought she was.
Ouch. Her pride.
Even so. Aswan yanked on the handle to the door and swung it open.
"Hello," she greeted, her sharp gaze flitting around the room, trying to find the teacher. "I am here for powers instruction?"
@Porky
Almost a week now she'd been studying on the proper way to control her powers. When to use them, when NOT to use them. Pros, cons - all of them, she'd had permanently stuck into her brain. Line after line after line of plain text containing all the knowledge Aswan needed from one booklet. Which, if she was being honest, not a thorough study of all material available - but she'd had to make do with what little resources she had. It wasn't much.
And so, in search of more experience, she'd contacted this teacher. One of them. She couldn't remember his name, but he was a teacher nonetheless.
The thump of her feet on carpet were next to nonexistent, as she dragged herself to the class. Normally, she wouldn't have dragged herself like this - rather, the brunette would be excited, even, to go to the Powers class. But this? This was her, admitting defeat, admitting she didn't know something. Admitting she didn't know about her powers any better than she should.
Admitting that she wasn't as smart as she thought she was.
Ouch. Her pride.
Even so. Aswan yanked on the handle to the door and swung it open.
"Hello," she greeted, her sharp gaze flitting around the room, trying to find the teacher. "I am here for powers instruction?"
@Porky