World History: May

[Alistair Warden]

1. Shane Westley
2. Patrick O'Connor
3. Michael Cypren
4. Cael Seran
5. Aryanna Katashi
6. Cynara Kamber
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[ooc: Please post your character entering either before or after Alistair keep in mind he's running late himself. Room for two more students to join. Going to try to post once a day so try to respond quickly, may go over that time limit myself if so do keep in mind my posting times may be inconsistent. ]

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It would be a strange thing, to be in school again, the likes of such an occurance having been out of mind since Alistair had been but a wee lad. The sudden change in professions on his behalf had been strange sure but not too uncharacteristic of the Irishman. Walking into school he'd make a point to be a fair share later than the students that much was sure having not gone straight to the classroom this morning however would be in the teacher's lounge.

"Hey you're not..."

"Not allowed in here?" Ali would tip his head upwards though in a fashion it'd appear that his height served little consequence, the little man's accent was a strong benefactor to his intimidating qualities. "I apologize my fair fellow, I am new here and was under the impression that this was the teacher's lounge."

A quick flash of his new badge towards the man peeling it back only to fit his palms around a cup of coffee.

"I...I..I am soo sorry, I didn't realize."

"Yes, yes. Nothing to worry about go about your day."

A nonchalant wave of his hand quickly averting his eyes to the side before sipping the coffee down noting the bell had rang and waiting a good fifteen to twenty minutes before hobbling to the classroom.

Its wide arching auditorium build would make Alistair feel all the smaller as he stepped through those doors, their seats towering over him and making the small man the center of attention. Though presently that wasn't the only concern as he was wearing wool garnments, leather tanned armor from the middle ages, custom fit to his size as he brought with him a bag of goodies to play with all but dragged into the room before fixating his gaze towards the students in the room.

"Good morning students, I am your professor, you may call me Mr. Warden, Alistair, Ali. Whatever tickles your fancy."

A clever grin on his face not indulging probably curiosities about his stature or perhaps his attire. The man had a plan in mind, he was all about thinking two steps ahead of people and would concisely move to stand just before his desk waiting for the volly of remarks.

[Elijah Graham]

Shane walked down the hallway, his backpack slung over one shoulder, both of his hands in the pockets of his jeans and his headphones hanging around his neck. Once he reached the classroom, he walked in, only to stop dead in his tracks in the doorway. No teacher, AND he was the first one to arrive? Um... what? Casually shrugging his shoulders and taking it in stride, he walked into the classroom and headed towards the two rows of desk/seat combination located in the middle, in front of the teacher's desk, and sat down in the second seat in the right row.

He pulled out his binder and pencil bag and placed them on top of the desk, and placed his backpack down on the ground before leaning back in his chair, as he casually shoved his hands into his pockets once again as he stared out the window, he wasn't paying attention to anything else around him. He yawned, looked at the clock, and resumed staring out the window. Once everyone had arrived, including the teacher, Shane would casually glance over in the direction the teacher's voice had come from, only to freeze immediately in surprise, whoa, this teacher was really... height-challenged.

And that was putting it nicely. His gaze following the teacher as he moved to stand just before his desk, a grin on the guy's face, you very well couldn't blame Shane for staring blankly, and maybe just a tad rudely.

"Nice er... middle ages leather armor, Mr. Warden..."

At least he had said something, and a compliment of sorts, no less.

[Cael Seran]

Cael was coincidentally not in class today, for the time being he was indulging the small spot of fame he'd been undergoing the past few days growing a bit of an ego for himself and lavishing in all the female companionship he could suffer. Sitting out back behind the school under and old pine tree he'd wrap his hands around a familiar blond and a new brunette stroking a hair behind her ear before whispering something quite secretive and very naughty in her ears. It was a short pause as the thoughts raced through her mind and a nervous blush flowed to the surface placated by a childish giggle from between her lips. Cute, entirely not undesirable for one such as Cael, even his high standards had moments to break in between.

Lavishly settling back he'd lean against the tree patting at the blonde's shoulder and pulling on little tid-bits of her hair playfully before recalling he had something to do today. What was it? He couldn't quite remedy a scenario to which he remembered it.

"Pray Tell Margret, what did I come to campus for?"

A hesitant gaze as she traced her eyes along the boy's lips as he spoke becoming entranced by them instantaneously only brought back by a vigor of courage summed up from her night with him. "I thought you were here for me?"

Wrong... How very wrong she was, no doubt he endeared in the attention she gifted unto him but Cael was less than captured by a woman than most would think. A snap and his body recoiling upwards before remembering.

"That's right ladies, I have a class to attend, if you'll excuse me." He'd get up straightening out his vest and giving a wide grin to his patsies before walking back onto the campus grounds taking his sweet time.

[Aryanna Katashi]

Aryanna was in no hurry to get to class today, but then that was nothing new. They always tended to be so boring, with some teacher that droned on and on about things that really made no matter to her. It wasn't that she didn't see the value in learning, it was just that, in her experience, teachers tended to make the whole learning experience rather boring, and Aryanna was not a girl that handled being bored very often.

So no, she was not rushing about to try and hurry up and get there on time. If anything, she was moving slower than she normally would. Oh, she knew she had to go, that had been part of the agreement with her "parents" when they moved here. She got to do whatever her little heart desired just so long as she attended this school and made some attempt at maintaining a decent average. Seemed like a small price to pay for parents that didn't ask any questions when you came home with blood on your clothes or when you didn't come home at all for a day or two. At least, that was how she saw it.

"Aryanna, do you think maybe we could go out this Friday?" Her mind drawn away from her current thoughts as the boy beside her spoke up, those all too unique eyes shifting to look over him as she tilted her head just a bit to the left. He was an average looking fellow, not quite as handsome as she would have liked, but not lacking in the department all together. Yes, he was just handsome enough to toy with, which was generally just how she liked them. Boys that were too good looking had the potential to lead to trouble, and though Ary didn't mind a bit of trouble now and then, she was particularly careful about how far she ventured down that naughty little road when it came to members of the opposite sex. "Hmm, this Friday night?" Playing the ever important naive card here, those eye lashes batting as she shrugged her backpack up onto her shoulder a bit more.

A free hand would toy with her rosary which dangled about her neck, stopping just outside of class and leaning back into the wall, one leg crooking just slightly at the knee so that her foot could press against the wall, giving off both a casual and yet slightly alluring stance. "Yes, this Friday night. I just thought, that since we have been hanging out and all, that it might be fun."

She pursed her lips in a mock expression of contemplation. She already knew the answer, but she wanted to at least pretend to think it over. That tended to keep them sticking around, as opposed to shooting them down hard. "I don't know. I would have to see if I have anything planned." Not exactly late for class, seeing as how she was right outside the door, but not exactly in it either. But, in her mind, she was here and that was all that mattered.

Those eyes watching as he leaned in and pressed one hand against the wall to the side of her head, trying to come across as a more dominant figure now, looming over her so to speak. It was cute how hard this one tried, sad really that he failed so miserably at it. "Why Jacob, I do believe you are keeping me from getting to class on time. Tsk. Shame on you, naughty boy." Purring the words in that French accent as she shook her head, grinning slightly. She would go inside.....eventually.

[Michael Cypren]

For the majority of lacking students it would be a miracle to see them arrive in class on time for once but for Michael he instantly classified these undesireables as the "too-cool-for-school" kids. They were instantly stricken from Michael's study buddy list as they would do little more than just leach off of his notes and copy from his tests. Adding them to his study sessions would only prompt a vigorous laugh and a needing response as to what the homework entailed acting only so nice as to get the work out of you before consciously turning as though you'd left the conversation to laugh and spite you. Sometimes he hated school, hated life being treated this way.

A somber waver of his lower lip before promptly opening the doors to what was an empty room at the time other than of course Shane who'd been there only moments before. He was beaten to class, now this was a strange paradox as Michael was rarely the last one into class unless he'd been beaten up or chased across campus.

"Hey.." He'd attempt to say nervously coming off rather quiet before picking a front row seat and casually splaying his material out before him all organized in their messiness before teetering back in the silence a good five to ten minutes.

"So did you hear if this teacher was tough?" He'd mimic the conversations he'd heard from the popular kids albeit not being one but routinely performed to fit in like 90% of the rest of the population expecting some sort of small talk and then.... maybe friends? Study buddies a must seeing as he was on time.

The teacher however would come to join them shortly after, and by shortyl I mean, a good long while after probably hitting near the restricted time limit for a class to take before addressing them. Michael of course didn't take notice to his height but rather his adorned armor. A small giddiness to want to touch it.... not in a creepy way..... at all.

[Cynara Kamber]

Cynara was doing good today. She had yet to run into the cheerleaders and had yet to be shoved into a locker. In fact, her notes and everything else were still firmly in tact which made her feel rather proud of herself, at least for the moment. Making her way to class, she noted a few kids that were lingering around, avoiding actually going in, making her brow raise slightly. She didn't get it. Why did these kids always want to try and be late? It wasn't like it achieved anything other than making the teacher mad and disrupting class when they finally decided to grace the rest of the room with their presence.

Not that she would say anything, oh no, she was going to avoid that like the plague. Her head down, her hat pulled down over her head she avoided eye contact at all cost. If you looked them in the eye they were more likely to attack, she had learned that a long time ago. So, as usual, she admired her rather ratty looking sneakers and judged, as best she could, the distance from her current spot in the hall to the class room. Making sure to allow for a wide sidestep around the brunette that was leaned up against the wall near the door talking to some boy.

She knew flirting when she saw it, and if anything, she knew how vicious those girls could be if you interrupted them. So, she did her best to avoid it at all costs, instead opting to shuffle into the classroom and finally raise her eyes to take a look around. She wasn't first? What was this nonsense!? She was always first!

A little protrusion of her lower lip before she caught herself and quickly sucked it back in. No, pouting would do no good, she would just have to make sure to make more of an effort next go around. Hugging her books to her chest, she would glance toward both boys, one she didn't know, the other well.....yeah, that got a blush from her. "H..Hi.." A little sheepish smile given to both boys before she would hurry to find a seat. Dressed in a simple black shirt with some little joke about numbers on the front, she really wasn't sure, she hadn't been paying attention when she put it on. A pair of jeans, holes in both knees, being the result of some after school fun at the park. Though she didn't try to correct the other girls when they mistook them for being designer made. Nope. She would let them keep on thinking that.

Trying her best to focus on her book, she would not look up again until the teacher came in, not really paying attention to his size but instead letting out a little excited squeak at the attire which he wore. Though it was soft, and only something to be heard by those closest to her, she still found herself blushing rather profusely and quickly looking away to try and downplay her nerdgasm she had just about had.

[Legion]

Oh, history. It wasn't exactly Patrick's most favorite of classes, but then again, he wasn't exactly the academic type either. That was not for lack of intelligence though, but from lack of motivation or trying. The irishman couldn't really bring himself to care about classes, now particularly but nor could he in the last four years for that matter. And that was why his teachers and peers generally saw him as far less intelligent then he generally was, simply because it had and, well, was taking him so long to get through. Patrick didn't really care about what others thought of him though. He had bigger worries on his mind, both now and then.

That being said, was exactly the reason why Patrick was the last to show up for class, with nothing but a pen in hand. What had taken him so long? Well this was technically his first class in what he could only assume, or at least hope, was his final semester as a high school student, before transitioning fully into the school's college classes and as such he had needed to prep for it. He didn't really like the class thing. He didn't like boring material as it allowed for his mind to wander, and he didn't much like his mind wandering when he was seated. So that being said he had been smoking on the roof, along with a little morning pick me up of pain killers and whiskey, irish of course. Yeah, his little rampage had ended and so had his sober streak, and fast. Sure he was still pulling off life or death jobs but they weren't as important to him. Those he could pull off half speed and be fine with the result.

And so when he finally pulled himself into the class he walked quietly to the last row sitting down and letting his forehead lay on the desk momentarily before pulling his head up to rest his chin in his hand...

[Alistair Warden]

Well wasn't this something, a class full of nubile young minds eager for learning. Perhaps eager was putting it kindly, there were three eager young minds ready to learn. Granted he was late and had no real excuse to put up with but therein lie the trick to things, he held the power to this room. As he walked in the room the small man would make an effort to identify names to faces, he'd look down his list and picked out the three nerdiest names (yes he stereotypes) and would associate them to the people in tow. First in the room he presumed to be Mr. Cypren but immediately recoiled his position based upon the two boys' standards of attire figuring now that Mr. Westley was the loner type and Cypren the nerd. And Ms. Kamber? He figured the other due to Katashi looking nothing like her related counterparts.

"Why thank you Mr. Westley, I do take a particular interest in the ornate and spectacular please do keep that in mind when I request reports from each of you."

Alistair would pop down off his front mantle before strutting forward towards the nearest of the desks coming along the other two Michael and Cynara noting that both were awful quiet so classified them as the sort not to give him trouble. Shane however was an amalgum at the present featured a few rows back could favor either degree, a help or hindrance to his room but seeing as at the present it was but the four of them the man felt as though he could handle himself. The of course came the click of the back doors and a familiar stench flowering into the room. Irish Wiskey, not likely to forget the smell being partial to it himself.

"Ahh Mr. O'connor, care to see me after class today. Also bring with your your special brand if you would."

His mention noting the alcohol present. No he wasn't the sort of teacher to preach on about the hazardous misdemeanors of alcohol at such a young age, maybe take the boy up on a drinking match. He may be small but Alistair had years of experience under his belt and a brother of his homeland could probably come to appreciate that in time.

"As I was saying, this is your introduction to world history, as you might notice I am wearing leather armor and bracers, who can tell me which era this was derived from?"

He'd wait a moment before someone gave him the right answer kind enough to respond with some sort of repitoire to give them credit to extra-curricular studies or demean them for idiocy.

"Good Good, In my class we'll be learning first hand all the little inquiries into the past and you must forgive me, but I'm not your run of the mill teacher."

Ali would turn about to his bag of tricks before pulling out a number of objects and positioning them onto the front table sprawling them out to gander at.

"Take a look, come on, come on. Get out of your seats and get ahold of relics from the past. I'll give you each a point for every noteworthy mention to these articles here. Write it down when returning to your desk and then we'll discuss the objects at hand."

Item 1
Item 2
Item 3
Item 4

[Elijah Graham]

"...?"

Looking away from the window and over, Shane would see a guy slightly shorter than him by a couple inches standing nearby sounding nervous, which made him come off as rather quiet before taking a seat in the front row, spreading his materials out in front of him in an organized fashion that only the holder could understand.

"Yo."

Giving the guy a cheerful smile, to try to put the guy at ease, the brief conversation would lapse back into silence for a good five to ten minutes, during which Shane had been debating listening to some music, but thankfully decided against.

"I don't know, to be honest. I heard a little bit from my friends, but nothing definite."

Casually shrugging his shoulders, he would glance over as a girl came in, pouting briefly for whatever reason before joining their little camaraderie, her books hugged to her chest.

"Yo."

Giving the girl a wave with his thumb, index and middle finger, he would give a little chuckle to himself at the joke on her shirt, just because Shane dressed and looked like a punk, did not, by any means, mean he was stupid. The intellect bouncing inside that head of his had the tendency to surprise people, mainly because no one really expected him to be so smart.

Trying to strike up a conversation with the Michael and Cynara, which wasn't impossible, but pretty darn hard when both of them were as shy as they come, he would be chatting animatedly to them as the teacher came in, Shane's reaction unlike Michael or Cynara's. Nodding at Mr. Warden, he would make a note of that and store it away in "List of very important points to remember."

Mr. Warden would have no worries about Shane causing trouble, the kid was a punk, not a troublemaker, despite his criminal record saying otherwise. The sound of the door clicking open followed by the stench of cigarette smoke drifting in, one last student joined them, a face Shane recognized, but had no name to put to... until now. Still no first name though, oh well. Mr. Warden continued onwards with his introduction, followed by a question to the class... well, if you called four students a class.

"The Middle Ages, isn't it? The armor worn below your breastplate is called faulds, which protects the waist and hips."

Casually shrugging his shoulders, at least Shane had taken a stab at answering, if he was wrong, certainly either Michael or Cynara could supply the correct answer. Rising up out of his desk after he had given the correct answer or someone else gave the correct answer, or perhaps even added to what he had said, Shane would make his way to the front and take a peek at the items laid out for them to gander, or in Michael and Cynara's case, ogle.

"The first item are knight's vambraces, made from either leather or steel, and used primarily for defense. The second item is a viking's shield, always made from wood, and was dense but light. The wood it was constructed from also was not prone to split easily. The last item is a crossbow, a weapon consisting of a bow that was mounted on a stock that shot projectiles, which were often called bolts."

Notice how Shane did not talk about the third item? That was because he only vaguely knew what it was, and that was minimal, at best. Instead of risking saying something utterly wrong, he decided to not speak about it all. Realizing he had been talking not only to himself, but out loud as well, he'd return to his seat rather hurriedly and mildly embarrassed, and opening his binder and pencil case, began writing down his answers, which were pretty big answers in themselves, what could he say? He remembered stuff.

1. Knight Vambraces, made from either leather or steel, and used primarily for defense.

2. Viking Shield, always made from wood, and was dense but light. The wood it was constructed from also was not prone to split easily.

3. ??

4. Crossbow, a weapon consisting of a bow that was mounted on a stock that shot projectiles, which were often called bolts.

[Cael Seran]

Cael would pass into the halls casually attracting a few elongated stares to his general direction as the boy carried onto his classroom. Over the past week it was getting to be known that the boy was drawing quite a bit of female attention throughout the campus. He'd pull at the lapels of his leather coat before peeling the corner and bumping into Aryanna. What a strange... coincidence.

"Hey sexy," He'd coo playfully stepping in between the boy and her ignoring his presence entirely before placing an arm up over her left shoulder leaning into it to a point his torso blocked her off from getting by. The boy probably shocked by the blatant disregard for him.

"Funny catching you here," A wink before leaning in to clasp his opposite palm to her cheek and lean his lips against her ear, "enjoying the gutterfolk?" He'd tisk her casually expecting better before peeling back and side stepping his way into the room parting the door before jostling the first few steps down trying to assimilate with the students all clambering around some objects.

"Oh damn, Crossbow knew there'd be something cool about this class."

Cael would shout flamboyantly not even noticing the midget as everyone around him seemed to literally dwarf the man. However he'd peel back into his seat picking a space behind Cyranna making sure to check out her ass. As nerdy as she was, he wasn't above taking a gander or ogle time.

[Aryanna Katashi]

Jacob's hand came down from the wall, moving to brush a bit of hair back from Aryanna's face, though stopped short as his body was not so casually pushed back and replaced with that of a much more familiar face. Those enchanting eyes looking upward to meet those of Cael as he leaned into her preventing her body from escaping, had she chosen to do so.

Though as it stood, she didn't see any reason to try and escape, instead she would simply grin and tilt her head just a bit. "Imagine running into you here..." The words purred in that soft little French accent, not even a second thought given to the boy who currently stood fuming behind Cael. Honestly, she probably could not have even told you his name in that moment.

Feeling the hand come to rest upon her cheek, she would grin just a tad bit more, allowing her head to lean into his touch to grant him more access as he whispered against her ear. "And what of your little pet? Still following you around like the lost puppy that she is?" A small chuckle. Perhaps she was lowering her standards a bit opting to play with the more common place boys, but then, could he really say he was not doing the same with his current following of girls? "Not every boy can be you, now can they?" Spoken as he peeled away from her and turned to head into the class.

Jacob quick to shoot forward, almost in a defensive manner that made Aryanna's eyes roll just slightly. "I would not even attempt it." A little shake of her head before turning to slip into the doorway that led to the class. Still no answer given to him about the date he wished to procure with her for Friday night. She figured she could leave him hanging for awhile, then shoot him down. Would work better to her advantage.

A few sauntering steps taken inward to carry her toward the little group as they gathered around the artifacts, her brow raising slightly as she noted not only them, but the sheer size of their teacher. A rather amused little smirk toying upon her lips as the desire to offer the little tike cookies began to overtake her.

Yet she fought it back, instead trying to focus upon what they were supposed to be doing. "Hmm, I have to question if that is a genuine viking shield or a replica. It lacks the rawhide and though rather authentic it appears to be more of a decorative piece than anything." She knew that they were supposed to write down their thoughts, and she would, she had heard that much. But that didn't mean she couldn't muse out loud about her thoughts on at least one of said items.

[Michael Cypren]

"H--..." He'd open his mouth slowly before receding it back and averting his eyes to look back to his articles. He'd had a hard enough time speaking with women not to mention one that was in practically all of his classes and positioned herself near him with jokes on the front of their tees. Yes thats exactly right, Michael got an eyeful of the joke and missing the punchline however he'd gotten himself a strong punch in the junk if you know what I mean.

Flopping about and forward the bow would straighten up letting his hand linger down to the inner thigh attempting to peel his taut pants away from his leg making the uncomfortable position shift away and back to a better position.

Michael's mood only flowered back to its excitable format when the teacher brought out a bit of a goody bag to examine. He pulled forth a sheet of paper but remained in his seat, the situation he had prevented him from standing up fearing someone catching it in the open the terror alone kept him grounded.

Scrawling on the sheet of paper he'd have dazed out the entry of new people and Shane voicing his analysis.

1. Bracers
2. Shield
3. Cross?
4. Crossbow.

He was a nerd but prefered himself a futuristic context to his studies.

[Cynara Kamber]

Why did she get the distinct feeling that people were staring at her? Or more specifically that Michael was staring at her? A glance up toward him and it confirmed her thoughts, though of course, she assumed he was looking at the random joke that was sprawled across her chest, not....well, her chest. A little blush given as she would nervously tuck her hair away behind her ears and turn back to the paper she was currently pulling free from her binder.

When the items were laid out, she was all too happy to hop out of her chair and take a look at them, a glance given to the boy who had been here first, blurting out the answers. She herself simply biting her tongue. They had been told to write it out....so that was what she would do, going back to her desk, and taking a seat. Though it was hard not to notice the other boy, the one who had arrived late, ogling her butt as she moved to take a seat.

This time the blush on her cheeks growing that much brighter as she pushed her glasses back up onto her nose and quickly diverting her attention back to the task at hand.

1. ??
2. Viking Shield
3. Some kind of Celtic symbol
4.Crossbow

Yeah, that was her best guess. She hadn't really ever studied the Medieval times, at least not yet. So she was more than happy to be learning it now.

[Legion]

As Patrick walked into the class the teacher had made mention of his alcohol. In all honesty Patrick was more then a little impressed by the guy's sense of smell, he'd have figured that it was the cigarette that would be the more prominent smell. Although, Patrick wasn't sure where the guy was going with the seeing him after class. Was it going to be some form of punishment? It was an amusing thought to be hit by a midget teacher, as a form of discipline. Patrick didn't think he'd put up much of a fight if that were the case, while he wasn't opposed to fighting teacher, a few occurrences of this type of violence on his record he wasn't so sure of where the line stood for him now. If he'd get kicked out of school or sent away for another form of "discipline" perhaps in the form of a correctional facility? Regardless it was fairly imperative for him to stay in this school, and not to leave the city for extended periods of time. X made that very clear to him when he had been transferred here.

"Sure thing teach," Patrick would reply in his irish accent, giving him a slight wave of the hand as he walked towards his seat.

Now when the man asked his questions Patrick got up and looked at them thinking about what he'd say when it was time to speak. He didn't have paper on him so he'd have to forgo the whole writing it down thing. He wasn't the type to beg for scraps, so he'd live without having a piece of paper. He'd remember his ideas well enough. Everything was from the medieval period though he wasn't sure that everything was from the same culture.

He particularly noted the offensive capabilities of the shield, something that people seemed to miss oh so often. The fact that the crossbow's power was one of the first steps in making heavy metal armor obsolete when it could punch holes through the armored foot solider and kill them. The necklace, that seemed to be the item that no one understood. But having been in more of his fair share of history classes Patrick knew that it was a celtic sun. It was a ascribed to a variety of celtic gods and associated with a variety of things. Namely heat and medicine. Heat simply because the environment that the celts lived in was cold and could be inhospitable. They relied heavily on the sun for warmth and Fertility in their brief growing season, although fertility had more then one meaning here....

[Alistair Warden]

"Sure thing teach,"

Alistair would clap his hands together audibly with a wide toothy grin to his expression quite cheerful to the boy's response, "Excellent," it was a strange way he figured most teachers would go about the situation judging how most seemed to have a roll of quarters shoved up their rectums. Hopefully Ali would prove to surprise his students by each and every little change from what had been considered the norm.

Alistair would shift to pace as the students rose to take observations of the objects not lost on the fact that two newcomers had made their presence to the room. He'd make a best effort not to frown rather averting his eyes from them to feign a sense of ignorance that they were late. Like I said, different, he was turning the other cheek perhaps being a bit too complacent but as he'd learned the first steps to gartering respect was by giving people the reason to listen to you. Kids these days were so ego-centric that ordering the two around the instant they'd made entry to the room would only garner himself a bird.

The wide jostling of answers to one another was expected in a class of this side presuming that the group was all rather close for the matter or would become such after having it turned on their heads. "Yes, while some of you may be correct, explicit rules stated that you go back to your seats and write them down." Still a complacent grin on his face his eyes doing the judging in assitence with his tone. Something in the motherly fashion that showed he was expecting more of you. Alistair would wait until the group returned to their seats before jostling a hand beckoning someone to bring the papers to the front recieving a few of them but not the full amount of the class figuring the absent ones to be... ignoring him once more. No need waste time on wasted minds, merely make note of them.

Patrick O'Connor, Cael Seran, Aryanna Katashi. The two later were late, the former early enough to hear the suggestions proving that he was probably the most defiant. The original two probably more incompetant than anything. He'd just have to work around these trouble types.

"Alright then," His small hands working to unfurl the papers reading each with a scrutenous gaze. "For the most part you are correct, lets go one by one." Alistair would say shifting over to grab and hold up the first item, "These are Knight's Braces circa 1134, primarily attributed as armor however serves as little more than a garter against dull blades. Once the Claymore came around these were rendered for the most part useless as opponents would cleave the arms from their owners." The little man would snicker a small bit lightly shifing aside to the next object.

"This one seemed unanimous as who could miss a Viking Shield. Infamous as they seemed to be predecessors to the exploration race, we'll talk more about viking culture later on in the year." The next item seemed no one really understood to the degree he liked, Cynara probably the closest. "The Celtic Cross, embodiment of the sun and essentially faith." Another small chuckle before pulling out the last and pointing it to the back row students, the small cluster that'd likely not turned anything in before firing an empty cartridge responding with nothing but the dull twang.

"And the crossbow, now can anyone tell me which of these four objects was the most powerful or rather which is the msot powerful still. Extra points for creativity."