[ Classes ] [Being the god of Oratory, Wit, Literature, and Poetry, Sonic thought it was only natural that he should take up the role of Theater instructor. It wasn't far fetched for ninjas to take up the role of another in other to blend in with their surroundings, and he did so enjoy being the center of attention. So in his down time when he doesn’t have classes, he could be found skulking about the theater, standing on stage and reading through play scripts]
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.
[As for classes? "Students" will find themselves paired up with each other, tasked with mimicking each other's movements, much like in a mirror. He tries to pair everyone up, but unfortunately, there just so happens to be an odd number of people in the class. It looks like someone has to partner with him.]
Since you’re the student, you’ll be mimicking me, of course. [He places his hand over his chest, eyes closed and smirking to himself] This is for you to practice your ability to act - [he flicks his bangs out of his face] My skills are already fine-tuned and honed to perfection.
[ Hallways] [Sonic doesn’t spend a lot of time in the hallways, but in between class periods, he hangs around near the doorway of the theater, intently watching students pass by. One could almost say he’s lurking. Listening. Gathering intelligence.]
[Even though he’s well dressed in dark gray pair pinstripe pants with a matching waistcoast, a silk purple shirt, and a black tie, he just seems kind of... ]
[Suspicious]
[ Lunch ] [Of course Sonic brought a homemade bento. His lunch is made up of a pair of oinigiri, a portion of bean sprouts, salted salmon, carrots and broccoli, and tamagoyaki. He sits off to the side, picking at his lunch until talk of the curse of the late principal picks up.]
[Then he slips off to go investigate the principal’s office…]
no subject
[Being the god of Oratory, Wit, Literature, and Poetry, Sonic thought it was only natural that he should take up the role of Theater instructor. It wasn't far fetched for ninjas to take up the role of another in other to blend in with their surroundings, and he did so enjoy being the center of attention. So in his down time when he doesn’t have classes, he could be found skulking about the theater, standing on stage and reading through play scripts]
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so
ordinary that the whippers are in love too.
[As for classes? "Students" will find themselves paired up with each other, tasked with mimicking each other's movements, much like in a mirror. He tries to pair everyone up, but unfortunately, there just so happens to be an odd number of people in the class. It looks like someone has to partner with him.]
Since you’re the student, you’ll be mimicking me, of course. [He places his hand over his chest, eyes closed and smirking to himself] This is for you to practice your ability to act - [he flicks his bangs out of his face] My skills are already fine-tuned and honed to perfection.
[ Hallways]
[Sonic doesn’t spend a lot of time in the hallways, but in between class periods, he hangs around near the doorway of the theater, intently watching students pass by. One could almost say he’s lurking. Listening. Gathering intelligence.]
[Even though he’s well dressed in dark gray pair pinstripe pants with a matching waistcoast, a silk purple shirt, and a black tie, he just seems kind of... ]
[Suspicious]
[ Lunch ]
[Of course Sonic brought a homemade bento. His lunch is made up of a pair of oinigiri, a portion of bean sprouts, salted salmon, carrots and broccoli, and tamagoyaki. He sits off to the side, picking at his lunch until talk of the curse of the late principal picks up.]
[Then he slips off to go investigate the principal’s office…]