Physical Education #1 - Alvis Hartmann

[Alvis Hartmann]

Alvis wore a deadpan expression as he stood outside in the Academy Ground's Athletic Fields, systematically blowing a whistle while watching his Pokemon respond to it with a change in their exercise routine. He would blow twice just enough for them to hear before blowing a third time much louder. He would do this every twenty seconds or so where his Pokemon would change their workout routine to the next one in the cycle as they had learned through repetition. For them, it was important training to keep them in top condition. But for the man? It was a way to pass the time while his lazy-ass students took their time getting here. Well, the man wasn't that harsh. He was sure a few of them weren't that bad off. That being said, he expected at least 90% of them to be as bad as he thought. In other words, there was still about 10% of good left in him. Whether that would diminish or not depended on this batch of students that were coming.

Oi, Rampy. Don't even try to use your arms. What the hell are you going to do with those tiny-ass arms? Champy, you're the one who should be using your arms more! Fix that. From the way the man talked, there was something that one could strike as off. Well, aside from his clear lack of creativity in names for his Pokemon. The man, to put it simply, was very blunt with his words. There was no sugarcoating, nor were there any pulled punches. His focus was on them, though he always kept an eye out for any students that might be showing up soon. After all, he was only doing this to pass the time. As students came, he would look at it, (yes, "it") before motion for it to go take a seat -over there-. "Over there" being, completely out of his view while he continued to work with his Pokemon a bit. He would stop when it was time for class of course. But until then? Nobody was bothering him.

And so, the man did this for about fifteen more minutes or so until it was time for class. Fifteen minutes of him staring at his Pokemon while blowing a whistle every twenty seconds. Occasionally, he made a snarky comment to them that may or may not have contained words that some may have deemed "unprofessional." Of course, any students there would be hearing it too. Not that he cared. His preparations for the class he had planned were all here. Though, they weren't in sight just yet in case one of the kids decided to ask some stupid question like, "What are we gonna do with thaaaaaaat?" It would save him the energy of yelling at the kid for asking stupid questions. Given that this was the first day, he had hoped everyone remembered to bring everything they were supposed to. His guidelines were clear as day in the syllabus; he even checked with one of the other teachers to make sure that was the case. In other words, there were no excuses. With a sigh, the man glanced at his watch before returning to his monotonous cycle of whistleblowery.

Note: Everything one needs to know before posting in this class can be found here.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg huffed a bit as he wiped some sweat from his forehead, Waspinator the Yanma buzzing along next to him. He had thought about what to bring with him for a long time, but he decided to let the buzzing insect have her time in the spotlight for once, even if some other pokemon might have been more fitting for the class, but eh.

Once he reached the field, he was greeted with the bizarre sight that was the teacher doing... Whatever the hell he was doing. He simply shrugged, going to sit -over there-, plonking his arse down onto the bench as Waspinator landed next to him.

Note: Wearing simple grey shorts along with a white tank top. Brought Yanma with me.

[Tanya Christianson]

Tanya was feeling a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation as she made her way onto the field. Making sure she was in her physical education attire, Tanya and her Combee Nicola made their way onto the field. Judging from the sounds of whistles, it seemed like something was going on already on the field. Was she late? She didn't want to make a bad first impression, especially to one of her classes.

"Just follow me and don't do anything rash." Tanya whispered to Nicola, the Combee nodding in the air as they got closer to the field. Once they got closer, Tanya realized that the teacher was busy training his pokemon. When the teacher gestured her to move out of his view, Tanya immediately complied, rushing out of the way of the teacher as he continued to do his workouts. Tanya had a really bad feeling about this teacher, but she didn't dare voice her concerns.

Staying quiet, she made a queiting gesture over towards the Combee, who nodded and tried her best to keep quiet. Judging from the language he was using, Tanya knew that this guy probably was not one to mess with. However, unlike Miss. Eisenberg, Tanya found herself being completely intimidated by the man. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea coming to this class? In any case, she did her best to stay quiet and not disrupt the man, clenching her fists in fear.

((The pokemon accompanying Tanya for this class is the Combee, Nicola))

[James Wharton]

James glanced at his watch, it was almost time to leave for Gym, or PE.  Apparently they had to wear a change of clothes suitable for working out, which was fairly reasonable.  He was wearing a simple pair of shorts that were dark blue, with a burgundy T-shirt.  It was a pair of gym clothes which were easy to get off and on.  It allowed James to quickly change in and out with enough time to get to class before the bell rang.  Usually he would try and get to class plenty of time before the bell, it was a habit of his.  However out here there wasn't going to be a bell, only a nice teacher.

With Lucifer the Phantump floating along him as he ran to the Athletic Fields he noticed the teacher was training his Pokemon.  It was quite odd really, how he constantly made them do a different exercise every twenty seconds.  However it didn't both James, so he didn't see a reason to be put off by it.  Slowly his run turned into a jog as he noticed the teacher loom at him.  The teacher motioned for him to sit over in a designated spot, but he didn't say anything.  Maybe it was because he didn't want to disturb his Pokemon's routines with anything but a unique form of encouragement.  Whatever the case though there were two students already here as he went to the designated area.  One was a male, with an odd nose, while the other was a girl, with a not so odd nose.

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Note, James is in gym clothes and is bringing his Phantump.

[Annie Prince]

Dressed in a plain white T-shirt and ice-blue mesh shorts, Annie jogged onto the field a short way behind her roommate. In the bag slung over her shoulder was an egg representing her assignment for one of her other classes, and trailing behind her was a male Snover. Annie had figured that Tomislav's naïve enthusiasm for life in general would be exactly the right antidote to the sorts of troubles that she expected from P.E. class.

As soon as the gym teacher came into her view, Annie got the feeling that she had predicted the nature of the impending trouble perfectly. He was... unnerving to look at, in much the same way that her enemies among her classmates at her last school had been unnerving. She had the impression straight off that "in his company" was not a safe place to be.

Automatically, Annie's chin went up. There was a reason that she had spent the past year and a half being called a demon. Even if she was not safe, she could be strong. After all, wasn't that what P.E. was all about?

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Note: Annie's partner Pokémon is her Snover.

[Alice Geissler]

At the academy, there was always a class that everyone had to participate in for some good grades and that was physical education. She released her Misdreavus out of her Pokeball where Missy shrieked in delight and floated beside her trainer. And for this particular class, she wore a black sweatshirt and beige shorts which was the actual attire she had to wear for exercise. And that class was held in the athletic fields. Well, that was no problem as she had apparently went there before and met some pretty interesting people there. And it was likely that she would see some familiar faces outside, so she went to where the athletic fields were. Already, there were a number of people there and a blonde man doing all the whistle-blowing. The ghost was floating beside her, looking at all the Pokemon that participated in the class. She sat down near an empty bench and waited quietly for the teacher's instructions as the ghost simply floated next to her.

Larvesta Egg +1

Note: Alice's partner will be Misdreavus

[Crispin Yates]

As Crispin wondered onto the field, the first thing he saw─rather, heard─was the shrill sound of a whistle.  He was dressed comfortably in green gym shorts and a black tank top with a silly Pokemon motif and pun to match, with his Snubbull Cecillia at his side.  It didn't take him long to realize where exactly the whistle was coming from, and raise an eyebrow slightly at his first impression of their teacher.  He certainly seemed to be... something, but he imagined they would realize exactly what that something was before long.

Cecillia at his side, he took a seat nearby the other students.  His Snubbull yawned slightly before plopping herself down near his feet, looking around curiously at the other Pokemon around them.  He was glad for the chance to get some more training in, especially after the disaster that was the invasion.  If he could help it, he would make sure that didn't happen again.

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Accompanied by Cecilla the Snubbull and dressed in gym clothes!

[Seria Floria]

Seria the other day had caught a Tyrogue when she was out with Amanda. Zenith had decided to sit on Seria's shoulders, left leg on left shoulder, right leg on right shoulder, which made the trainer carry him on her shoulders and try her best not to slouch forward. She was not such a weakling physically thanks to the extensive exercise and other such things she was subjected to on her travels with her parents - braving the cold dangers of Snowpoint and Mt. Coronet, suffering through the heat of Mt. Pyre, surfing through the Seafoam Caverns - she had been to many places, and thus despite her spry frame, she packed a lot more strength in there than could be expected. As she arrived at the area dressed in her Physical Education gear she saw who the teacher would be.

He looked kind of nuts, even if he sported a completely deadpan expression. He was subjecting his Pokemon to some sort of exercise regime. He would point to a place and say, 'Over there.' Seria went off to the place directed to by the teacher and sat. Seria remained quiet and waited for the teacher to say something and begin the lesson as she had a feeling that he seemed more like a drill instructor than an actual teacher. Well, her father was kind of like that... So it's not like she was a stranger to that behavior.

Notes: Bringing in Zenith the Tyrogue for training.

[Meili Jie]

Meili walked on to the athletic fields. If there was one set of classes she missed, she wish it would be this one. She sighed as she walked on in wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts. Meili was never one for physical education classes. They've always been hell for her. She was suddenly remembering those delightful dodgeball filled days.

"Oi, Rampy. Don't even try to use your arms. What the hell are you going to do with those tiny-ass arms? Champy, you're the one who should be using your arms more! Fix that." Meili stared at the sight before her. Yeah, suffice to say, maybe she should've ditched. Nudging her leg is Saan. Meili looked at the Diglett and sighed as she then picked up the solid mound of dirt her Diglett lived in. No matter what she tried, she couldn't see his feet. Oh well. Though Meili now looked a bit off what with her carrying a mound of dirt with a mole head sticking out.

Partner: Saan the Shiny Diglett is Meili's partner for this class.

[Benji Aldaine]

Benji hated getting up early, yet here he was rushing to Physical Education, yawning and trying to bite his tongue over swear words. He was wearing simple gym clothes. a black t-shirt and black shorts with a white stripe up one side. Trailing behind him was his equally sleepy Charmander, Duncan. The fire-type drowsily followed his trainer, nearly tripping over it's own feet. "I know you hate getting up early too, but get it together. I heard this teacher is a bit on the...strict side I believe." Duncan grunted but tried to look at least slightly alert and Benji did the same.

He managed to stop his yawning as he entered the athletic fields. Not that he was surprised, but he was probably one of the last students to get there. At least nine other students were already lined up and waiting. The only one Benji recognized was William, the Wave dormer that he had recently battled. As he made his way over to the other students to take his place, he raised a hand waving at William with a friendly smile.

Though as soon as he heard Alvis Hartmann's voice ring out on the field, he knew he'd better get in line and shape up. Benji took his place next to a Lava student holding a Diglett. He'd never seen one off the ground and curiously looked before focusing back on the field. Duncan stood by his side, waving his tail lazily back and forth, trying to contain his yawns and look enthused. Benji chuckled, patting his Charmander on the head, "Hang in there buddy, this will be worth it...I hope." The Mana student stifled his own yawn as he stood and awaited for PE to start.

Note: Benji has brought his Charmander, Duncan as his partner for today's class.

[Richard A. Lambton]

Richard was nervous. This would be his first class since enrolling in the school and the last thing he'd want was to mess up. He made sure he had eaten at least an hour beforehand, and that he was completely awake so he wouldn't feel sluggish. He wore dark green track pants with a white tank top and running sneakers, his track suit top tied firmly around his waist. He also had a gold hairband in order for his hair not to stick to his face if he was to start sweating. He made sure he was completely ready before heading out to the Athletic fields.

He brought along his Eevee as it was the most energetic out of the three he currently had. He held her in his hands the entire time while he was walking to the destination. When he had approached the instructor, all he did was motion him to sit down, as he was apparently still training his Pokemon, so Richard complied and looked at the bench before taking a seat. The guy seemed scary, which didn't help with Richard's nervousness at all.  There were quite a few students there already, though literally everyone was just an unfamiliar face to him. Liara had squirmed out of his hand to sit on his lap, looking around at all the other Pokemon while flicking its tail.

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_{Note: Richard brought along his Eevee, Liara, as his partner.}

[Adolfina von Brauer]

While Adolfina was not one to care too much for physical education, it was a fact that simple training and exercise would help her Pokemon become stronger, as well. For that reason, despite her complete and utter distaste for the uniform, as well as for displaying her legs to the uncultured, lowly bunch that would no doubt be there, she persisted in coming. If she was lucky enough, there would be something to gain out of all this, something to implement with her own training of her Pokemon.

And, if she was particularly unlucky, she would just waste her time and bless these commoners with her presence.

However, regardless of the circumstances, simply walking along to the fields was bothersome. For that reason, she made the trip an added test for her "partner" for the class. The unnamed Shelgon she recently caught was walking at a decent pace. Atop its hard shell? Adolfina sat, dangling her bare legs every few steps. It was boring, but it meant she didn't have to walk. The sensation of the shell bumping on her calves was annoying, though. Why couldn't they just wear a normal uniform? Like, you know, their school uniform?

She arrived, still riding on her hard-shelled escort, and simply shifted to the waiting area as directed. Shouldn't have been too much longer until class. She hoped.

Notes: Partner is the currently-unnamed Shelgon that Adolfina recently obtained.

[Amanda Dupomme]

Amanda sighed, a light redness coloring her cheeks as she paced down the dusty track-field. Alongside his trainer was a cheerful-looking Marshtomp, one that was rather oblivious to the situation around him. Once again, the young Kalosion sighed, pinching the ''standard'' gym uniform she had been forced to wear. Oddly enough, her attempts to wear her normal choice of clothing had been foiled when the clothes were found to be missing, only a muffled ghostly chuckle giving any hint as to where they may have gone. While she would have eagerly found and punished the ghost responsible, she simply did not have the time to take part in such actions without being late for the class.


As it was, she was running close to late already: something she knew was highly improper: made even worse by that the only outfit she could find was a very improper shirt and bloomers: embarrassing on their own. Yet made even worse by that they were a size too small. Frowning: the young girl walked briskly in-between the other students: far too absorbed in her poor choice of clothing to note any familiar faces, nor the teacher and his odd behavior.

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Partner: Marshtomp. Outfit: Embarrasing.

[Astrid Sherinian]

Physical Education was certainly not a foreign concept for Astrid. As a class, however, was a slightly different story. She had experience with a personal trainer, but working out alongside other students (not to mention Pokemon) would be a wholly new experience for her. Nonetheless, she headed out to the track field with as much confidence as she could manage. She was dressed in a gym uniform that exposed much more leg than she was used to, but was apparently standard for this part of the world.

Behind her, Ollie trotted along and occasionally stopped to wave to the Pokemon of the other students who had gathered. Once they stopped, she bumped comically into Astrid's leg, then shook her head and looked around. She spotted a big man who was probably the teacher. She watched with curiosity as the man went through some routine with other, bigger Pokemon, right up until Astrid sat down and beckoned her over.

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Partner: Scraggy

[Sonia Strugatskaya]

Sonia showed up to class just in time it seemed. Everyone had already begun to form a huge crowd over in one area so the girl simply walked over to where everyone else was. She couldn't be sure what the gym teacher was doing right now. He was playing with his Pokemon, right? Probably. He seemed like a really nice guy.

Seeing as a lot of the class was already here now, class would probably be starting soon. The girl was all prepared of course. She was wearing a normal t-shirt with some black bloomers underneath. They fit her pretty well, thankfully. No need to be wearing uncomfortable clothing while running around. But secondly, she had brought her Crocnaw, Nestor with her. The little guy was foaming at the mouth as he made a droned humming noise. Sonia couldn't help but pet him for being so cute. Afterwards, she turned her attention to the teacher while awaiting for class to begin.

Notes: Brought along Sonia's Crocnaw, Nestor