This is my class. And I only allow two things. Flawless calculations... and beauty - OTA

[grim_heaper]

Okay, so maybe his powers weren't fully where they needed to be, to take over as Composer for this UG just yet... but that didn't mean he couldn't show these zetta sons of digits who the real power was, here.

Him.

So he might have agreed to run a few classes. And so long as no one minds that he erases the slackers, this should be fine... right?

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Math Class

[grim_heaper]

There are four boards, three of which are FILLED with complex and beautiful calculations, one is ready and waiting. The man at the head of the class was smirking as he watched everyone file in. Once they were seated, he slammed a text book on the desk.

"Any zero can learn math. Which means if any of you factoring sons of digits fail to learn, you're even less than a zero. So books out, pencils out, and who can give me the first decillion digits of Pi?

[outofyourshadow]

Math was not really Lena's best subject. She knew enough to get by, but honestly, if this hadn't been one of her required classes, she wouldn't even be here right now.

The feeling was not at all helped by the teacher, who she was pretty sure hadn't been here the other day. She was also not impressed with his "teaching" method, which so far included insults.

This was going to be a fun class...

[grim_heaper]

He spotted her disinterest and fixed on it.

"You, Yoctogram! Looks like you just volunteered."

He wrote an equation on the board.

X = A(H+T+P)

"Get up here and solve for X if A equals amount of attention paid in class by you."

[outofyourshadow]

It took a long moment for her to realize he was actually talking to her, and she frowned her displeasure at him for singling her out. Then she looked at the board, considering her options.

After a moment, she rose to her feet and wrote a big "0" under the equation, before turning and head back to her desk to sit down.

[grim_heaper]

"Exactly! And X equals your grade in this class. So, zero. If you want to pass it is X2 pay attention!"

[outofyourshadow]

"Oh yeah, I'm super motivated to learn now. Thanks."

Her sacrasm earns a few snickers from some of the other students.

[grim_heaper]

"Then I should add one last factorial. Anyone who fails... gets ERASED!"

[outofyourshadow]

That gets more of the students' attention.

"...What do you mean, 'erased'?"

She understood the implication, sure, but...there was no way the school would let a teacher do that, would they?

[grim_heaper]

"What a bunch of yoctograms. Erased. Subtracted. Rounded down. Removed from the equation."

Yes, he did just threaten to kill anyone who fails his course.

[outofyourshadow]

"Are you insane? You can't just do that! What kind of teacher are you?"

Killing students for failing the class? What the heck?

[grim_heaper]

"The brilliant kind. Now unless you want to be erased on Day One," he said that as though that had some special meaning, "Add yourself to that chair and factor in some attention for the lesson!"

[outofyourshadow]

It perhaps wasn't the best idea to talk back at this point, but Lena was pretty sick of having her existence threatened.

"You better recheck your work, because the probability of me sticking around with you is slim to none."

[grim_heaper]

He smirked. "You really don't have even one decillionth of a brain cell. You're forgetting a crucial factor. No one expects someone who is erased to remain. That's what it means when your life is garbage."

[outofyourshadow]

Though her fingers curled into a tight fist, she snorted. “I’d rather be garbage than some sick freak that threatens to murder people who have trouble with math. You’re the worst.”

[grim_heaper]

"Minus that. I'm the best. Now you have 1X2 choices. Take your seat plus pay attention or be subtracted from existence. T=15 seconds to choose."

[outofyourshadow]

She scoffed and started gathering her things. "Forget this. I'm out of here."

[grim_heaper]

He grabbed his megaphone, swung it from the loop around his wrist, then caught the handle neatly, and aimed it at her. Odd as it was that it was a megaphone... it was also clearly prelude to some sort of attack.

One of the other students tried to catch her eye, mouthing "GO!".

[outofyourshadow]

She saw the warnings, but reacted just a second too late; luckily for her, her familiar was faster. The bat swooped down, knocking his hat askew and giving Lena just enough time to duck out of his aim. Then the two of them made a mad dash out the door and down the hall.

[grim_heaper]

"GIVE ME REASON!" HE called, smacking a pin on her chest. The fractal falcon emerged from it. He pointed and it flew after her, but before he could give it orders, the student who tried to warn her spoke up.

"Sir, how do you find the sign of an angle?" he asked, desperately.

And just like that. Minamimoto forgot she even existed. "SOH CAH TOA!" And he went to the board, explaining, as the familiar continued to chase her for lack of any other instruction.

[outofyourshadow]

“Seriously?” she yelled, exasperated as the falcon continued chasing her. She grabbed her bat from the air, knowing it wasn’t fast enough to outfly a falcon. The she reached into her sleeve, pulling out the concealed wand.

The only problem with this stupid thing was that she needed to aim, but if she could just get enough distance between her and the falcon...

I have no icon for this, lol. Want to plot on plurk how this will go and handwave the action?

[grim_heaper]

The falcon was chasing her but had no instructions for what to do when it caught her, or if it was just supposed to spy on her, or what.... so it was just keeping close to her.

[blue_ice]

Kaiba is absolutely bristling. It's an insult that he wasn't permitted to test out. He's the best mathematician among the new students by a mile.

Or at least he was, until recently. He's being taught, apparently, by a supercomputer with no conception of human capability, even at the highest level.

"Assuming a standard writing pace of four digits per second, even assuming that our muscles won't tire and we won't require rest at any point, it would take an entire lifetime to write out that many digits."

I AM SO SORRY!!!!!!!

[grim_heaper]

"Don't estimate, do the math. Four digits per second, one decillion digits, how many years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds?"

You chose the equation, he was going to make you solve it.

Art Class

[grim_heaper]

He might have gotten to the room early and....

Well, destroyed might not be the exact term for what he had done to it, but it comes close.

He had either chosen or been assigned a room on the top floor, and that was all to the good, as there no longer was a ceiling. In one corner was what looked, at first glance, like a large pile of trash. Until one noticed that for all it looked precarious... nothing was falling or shifting. And the teacher? Was perched atop the heap. Sitting, watching them file in.

The room no longer had desks and chairs, or rather, the desks and chairs were all in the heap. The floor was covered in a series of drop cloths, there was a pile of masks and gloves in the center of the room, ringed by cans of spray paint, a huge can of white paint, a paint tray, and several rollers.

This... wasn't going to be a theoretical discussion on colour theory, nor was this going to be your typical studio class. And if there were rules about how a teacher was supposed to behave... he clearly ignored them. If he even stuck around to hear them....

Gym Class: CW for violence, potentially.

[grim_heaper]

From somewhere, he had gotten a megaphone. He was standing on a small heap of... things, yelling through it at the students.

"LISTEN UP ALL YOCTOGRAMS! I want you to give me √100 laps. you have T=10X2 Minutes. Losers will be erased. GO!"

[thirdpint]

[What? Sora came here for exercise, not math. Even as the other equally bewildered students take off at the professor's threat, Sora just stands there looking absolutely lost.]

Huh? What does that even mean?

[grim_heaper]

"IT MEANS RUN OR PREPARE TO BE ITERATED YOU FACTORING HECTOPASCAL!"

[thirdpint]

You could just ask nicely, you know!

[grim_heaper]

"Could. Won't. Are you going to run or are you going to be ERASED?"

Oh, that was good. Race or be Eraced. He'd have to remember that!

[thirdpint]

Erased? What do you mean, erased? [He has a fairly good idea from the context, though... he crosses his arms defiantly.] You know, I don't think you're supposed to threaten students!

[grim_heaper]

"Why does every yoctogram here have trouble with such a simple concept? Erased. Ending your after life. Fully dead. Subtracted from existence. Multiplied by zero."

[thirdpint]

You can't do that, I haven't even done anything! And teachers definitely aren't supposed to kill students. [He's kind of holding up the whole class now given everyone has to move around him to continue running laps. It's fine. Sora hardly even notices, and he's not about to move.] How did you even get a job here?

[grim_heaper]

"I can and will do that! And I'm a Game Master, I can erase anyone I feel like once I gave a mission. And your mission is laps!"

[thirdpint]

Hey, this isn't a game or some kind of mission, this is just class! You're supposed to fail us, not kill us. Even I know that! [And he hasn't been to school in literal years.]

[grim_heaper]

"I can do both." He smirked.

[thirdpint]

But... a failing grade doesn't really mean anything if we die right afterwards, does it?

[grim_heaper]

The whole of his answer was a smug, self satisfied smirk.