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smash_logs2015-01-18 08:27 pm
dothelokomotion) wrote in smash_logs2015-01-18 08:27 pm
Locomotive Engineering Class 01
Who: Byrne and you!
What: The very first Locomotive Engineering class
Where: In a bland classroom, not outside on the rails, sorry :c
When: Monday January 19th
Warnings: Byrne can be kind of a douche probably
There was nothing about this place that was familiar to Byrne at all. Nothing here resembled any part of Hyrule that he knew of. He was so close, too. So very close to obtaining the power he had always desired, and now he was here in this strange new land, back to square one. All day he had tried to figure out where he was, tried to look for clues or any sort of landmark that might indicate how to get back to where he came from. But there was nothing. Zelda's body was back at the Tower, and Byrne bristled at the thought of Cole continuing on with the ritual without him. He would probably do such a thing too, the slimy bastard.
Once it became apparent that Byrne was not anywhere close to Hyrule, his next step was to figure out how he actually got here. Nobody seemed to be able to help him out there, and they offered shrugs in response. But what he had found out was that he was on the grounds of an Academy, apparently a fairly reputable fighting academy. That was something, at least.
Byrne had found the so-called leaders of the place, the Hands, and he observed their power quietly, trying to figure out their motives, their wishes, how they came to even be here. There was little he could figure out until they graciously offered him a teaching position. Normally he would have declined, having no desire to teach anyone anything, but perhaps there was an opportunity here. Upon finding out that someone else already taught Martial Arts, his first choice and what he considered himself best at, he begrudgingly suggested locomotive engineering, as to him, it was a very useful skill. Nothing that would harm him or get in the way of any of his plans, of course, but still something that would serve of value to the Hands if he ever wanted to get anywhere with them.
He never traveled by train much in his recent years, but it was certainly in his blood to operate one.
Conveniently, there was a set of rails recently added to the campus. They went through various parts of the campus and into town, and did eventually connect to some of the major railways used by places beyond the city for shipping and travel. But would they use the rails today in class? No, they would not. Driving education always started in the classroom, didn't it?
On each desk was a large paper with a picture of a train on it. It was, upon closer inspection, an unlabeled diagram of a train with so many parts. So many. Except instead of the example in the link whereupon everything was conveniently labeled, everyone had no labels. To someone with zero knowledge of trains, that was probably really difficult to fill out. Except Byrne didn't care, because he really didn't care about teaching this class or any of these people.
Byrne stood at the head, introducing himself and the purpose of this class.
"Trains are a reliable method of travel," he stated. Though under his breath he muttered, "Unless you have no tracks."
With his normal flat affect, he continued, "To operate one, you must know how it functions. Fill out the diagram and pass it into me when you are done."
There was a hint of amusement in his gaze, but it was also masked by boredom and annoyance at having to do this job. Really, he should be on the rails himself trying to get back home, shouldn't he?
What: The very first Locomotive Engineering class
Where: In a bland classroom, not outside on the rails, sorry :c
When: Monday January 19th
Warnings: Byrne can be kind of a douche probably
There was nothing about this place that was familiar to Byrne at all. Nothing here resembled any part of Hyrule that he knew of. He was so close, too. So very close to obtaining the power he had always desired, and now he was here in this strange new land, back to square one. All day he had tried to figure out where he was, tried to look for clues or any sort of landmark that might indicate how to get back to where he came from. But there was nothing. Zelda's body was back at the Tower, and Byrne bristled at the thought of Cole continuing on with the ritual without him. He would probably do such a thing too, the slimy bastard.
Once it became apparent that Byrne was not anywhere close to Hyrule, his next step was to figure out how he actually got here. Nobody seemed to be able to help him out there, and they offered shrugs in response. But what he had found out was that he was on the grounds of an Academy, apparently a fairly reputable fighting academy. That was something, at least.
Byrne had found the so-called leaders of the place, the Hands, and he observed their power quietly, trying to figure out their motives, their wishes, how they came to even be here. There was little he could figure out until they graciously offered him a teaching position. Normally he would have declined, having no desire to teach anyone anything, but perhaps there was an opportunity here. Upon finding out that someone else already taught Martial Arts, his first choice and what he considered himself best at, he begrudgingly suggested locomotive engineering, as to him, it was a very useful skill. Nothing that would harm him or get in the way of any of his plans, of course, but still something that would serve of value to the Hands if he ever wanted to get anywhere with them.
He never traveled by train much in his recent years, but it was certainly in his blood to operate one.
Conveniently, there was a set of rails recently added to the campus. They went through various parts of the campus and into town, and did eventually connect to some of the major railways used by places beyond the city for shipping and travel. But would they use the rails today in class? No, they would not. Driving education always started in the classroom, didn't it?
On each desk was a large paper with a picture of a train on it. It was, upon closer inspection, an unlabeled diagram of a train with so many parts. So many. Except instead of the example in the link whereupon everything was conveniently labeled, everyone had no labels. To someone with zero knowledge of trains, that was probably really difficult to fill out. Except Byrne didn't care, because he really didn't care about teaching this class or any of these people.
Byrne stood at the head, introducing himself and the purpose of this class.
"Trains are a reliable method of travel," he stated. Though under his breath he muttered, "Unless you have no tracks."
With his normal flat affect, he continued, "To operate one, you must know how it functions. Fill out the diagram and pass it into me when you are done."
There was a hint of amusement in his gaze, but it was also masked by boredom and annoyance at having to do this job. Really, he should be on the rails himself trying to get back home, shouldn't he?
Re: DO THAT DIAGRAM AND STUFF
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"I will instruct you," he confirmed, "But I'd like to think you have some knowledge of the subject beforehand."
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"Your assumption precludes the possibility that your students have enrolled in this class so that they may gain the knowledge you assume they already possess."
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"I'm sure many have, but that changes nothing about this assignment." He was the teacher, so his word was law.
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He sighed and visibly grew more irritated as ROB kept asking questions. "I intend to go over the assignment," he answered in almost a huff.
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"Psst. What'd you put for G15?"
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He had a low opinion of Byrne's course, he was trying to say.
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Translation: Do you WANT detention, missy?
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Sorry, Kuma.
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It didn't surprise him to hear some whiny student asking for answers, but he assumed he heard ROB say that he would give them. Now, the part about "after class" was not heard, because Byrne had already made up his mind about how this little trash heap was cheating.
He stood at the front of ROB's desk and glared down, drumming his metallic fingers on the desk in irritability. "I hope you weren't planning on helping this student cheat."
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There was technically nothing wrong with what ROB was proposing, but Byrne really couldn't trust that robot.
"I don't believe you."
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"Query: Why?"
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"You've already stated that you do not wish to spend time in this class, so it would be easy to help your little friends cheat."
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But if his students were cheating, that was their problem, and it wouldn't be Byrne's fault if they ended up crashing their trains into a ditch. So fine, he'd concede for now.
He sighed audibly and folded his arms. "Fine. But I'm watching you," he hissed, before walking back to his desk.
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"I am sorry," R.O.B. said to her quietly.
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