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Post by Aelita Selena Auberon on May 17, 2010 22:30:13 GMT -5
Aelita squealed as the sudden static made her hair stand out from her head like a nimbus. She abandoned her tray and flew over to the chairs that were closest to the teachers.
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on May 17, 2010 22:41:41 GMT -5
Aravind stood from his place at the table, having finished most of his first helping, and headed for the food again. He made a point, though, of taking a circulatory route-- now that his appetite was sated, no point in not getting to know the students, at least by sight. Thus, it was plain bad luck that he happened to see Enamon's little jab at Aelita. He'd noted the fairy's shrill, squealing-type temper tantrums earlier... not willingly, but by dint of the voice nearly rupturing his eardrums (at least, that's how he felt about it). Sighing-- would he really need to "step up" and do the whole babysitter thing so soon?-- Aravind let his route take him directly past Enamon, and paused, there.
Quietly, but no less haughty or authoritative for that, he made a note. "You may have been the special little snowflake back home, kid, but around here, behaviour like that isn't going to slide just because you apparently consider yourself too good to play nice with the other boys and girls." A pause. "And whatever else we have here. You may also have noticed that our campus isn't going to bend and break beneath your... powers," he said, putting a hint of derision on that last word. "Any of our magic teachers can take you down without a second thought, so if you'd like to avoid a detention in the near future, I would apologize to the fairy. Now."
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Post by Enamon on May 17, 2010 22:46:31 GMT -5
Enamon turned and cocked his head at the teacher. "If it is something I'm supposed to do, I will do so, but first, a few questions." He positively crackled with roiling sparks around him, something that couldn't be halted by him apparently. "What is a detention, and what is an apology?" Another large spark erupted outwards from above his head, looking all the world like a necessary discharge of electric buildup.
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on May 17, 2010 22:53:19 GMT -5
Aravind opened his mouth to say something vicious, cutting, and, as he looked back down, abruptly realized that the kid isn't being a smartass... he actually doesn't know. For a moment, he was speechless-- they said "Unique psychological issues," but this is a bit much. He reached up to tug on his earring. He never quite got into the whole "social interaction" thing as a kid, either... maybe this is just an extreme case. Taking a moment, he put the whole thing as simply as he can in his head.
"You hurt the fairy girl. Her," he said, pointing to where the child had flown, barely managing to keep a wince of pain off his face at her high-pitched squeals. "Did you do it on purpose?"
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Post by Enamon on May 17, 2010 22:56:57 GMT -5
"You are partially correct. I did it on purpose, but caused no physical harm." Enamon replied, blinking. "I also have a buildup of electricity that I needed to get rid of. If I needed to get rid of the electricity, and it caused no actual harm, is there really a problem?" He cocked his head to the side again. "You have not answered my questions yet. This is evidently something I need to know. What is a detention and an apology?"
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Post by Damien Griffiths on May 17, 2010 23:02:37 GMT -5
The shrieking fairy had also distracted Damien - and now he was watching the exchange across the table. Oh please don't tell me there's another one that knows nothing and has no common sense to boot? Maybe this wasn't going to be as pleasant after all.
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on May 17, 2010 23:07:20 GMT -5
Aravind quirked one side of his mouth upwards, in what's not exactly a smile-- maybe something amused, though. He was expecting some schoolyard bully type, used to throwing magic around with all those around him too afraid of the consequences to react. This kid seemed more sociopathic than just power-hungry. It was almost refreshing. He took a moment to put the words into his head, then nodded.
"An apology is expressing regret to someone you've harmed-- physically or otherwise. Since you have caused the fairy girl distress, if not actual harm, you should apologize to her." He glanced over at the staff table again, wondering if the girl was just going to sit and cry until someone placated her. He had no intention of being that someone. He was a Ranger, not a nanny, and drew the non-educational interaction line at Discipline.
"A detention is what I will issue you if you do not apologize to her. It is a boring, meaningless, or otherwise unpleasant task which you will be assigned to work on for an amount of time which will seem endless while you are there." He paused again, with an irritated glance at the still-screaming fairy. "You would be wise to avoid them."
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on May 17, 2010 23:35:49 GMT -5
Seeing that Aelita had abandoned her tray, Michelle quick got up, grabbed the slice of cheesecake, and took it back to her seat. Can't steal what she's giving away, thought Michelle as she began to dig in.
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Post by Aelita Selena Auberon on May 17, 2010 23:36:17 GMT -5
(The fairy has stopped screaming. She is pouting, and trying to get her hair to stop standing on end.)
Aelita continued to try to brush her hair flat. Of all the embarrassing tricks! Oh well, maybe she could use this to her advantage, and gain some sympathy.
(Really she is more of the bully mind than Enamon, apparently.)
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Post by Enamon on May 17, 2010 23:44:23 GMT -5
Enamon shrugged, stood up, and walked over to Aelita. "I... apologize." He said, fitting his mouth around the strange word. His words were flat and unemotional, as was his face, but he did in fact give her an apology. Enamon then turned around without a second's hesitation, sat back down, and continued examining his fork, trying to figure out what, exactly, it was for.
((That's it for tonight, guys))
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Post by Damien Griffiths on May 17, 2010 23:47:48 GMT -5
Well, that was interesting.
"It's a fork. You can use it to pick things from your plate without getting your hands dirty." Damien demonstrated with his last bit of cake, which quickly followed the rest of it. "Jeez, maybe I should start teachng here too. Remedial course to life."
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on May 17, 2010 23:56:24 GMT -5
Aravind watched the exchange, one eyebrow quirked sardonically. He nodded to Enamon as he sat down, without further comment, and resumed his place at the staff table, utterly ignoring Aelita.
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Post by Aelita Selena Auberon on May 18, 2010 0:03:45 GMT -5
Aelita preened for more sympathy, but when it wasn't forthcoming, she quietly re-joined the group, but not at her original seat.
(good night all.)
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Post by Malakai Meir on May 18, 2010 0:05:21 GMT -5
Malakai finished off his second tray full of food, and finally felt the gnawing hunger leave him. Now let that demon kid try something. He felt like he could take on anything!
(good night)
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Post by Lucien Astin on May 18, 2010 0:14:23 GMT -5
Despite the new... well, possible friends she'd been making, Jenny Astin had vanished when the Headmistress announced the move from the hall into the Dining room. There was a very good reason for this, as made apparent when the still-tiny girl appeared at least, all but dragging a young man a solid foot and a half taller than she was behind her.
"You'll be fine," she told him firmly, giving him a little push towards the front before walking off towards the students to set her red curls bouncing, humming to herself. "And you need to eat," she called back.
She had food to get, before it all vanished, and moved more rapidly.
He gave her an almost dirty look as she left before sighing and stepping towards the front table. He gathered up some food, first, before going to find his seat. It took a pointy feeling and a very direct look from his little sister, far away, to make the blond to stand up again and clear his throat a little.
Just another performance, Astin. Get a grip. "I'm Lucien Astin--one of your professors," he added before he forgot to. He was in no way used to thinking of himself as such. It's disconcerting. His voice, however, remained calm and resonant, as he fought the urge to flee to his room--or his apartment. He just needed to imitate his father here. "I'll be teaching magical theory, at both the introductory and advanced levels, for those with prior experience." And boy, he'd be brutal in that one. The work will be hard--he'd be weeding out any slackers quickly.
"I also will be teaching music--and choir. Auditions will happen after you've had some time to settle in," he continued. "More generally I'll cover any performing arts needs, until another professional joins the staff. If you're interested in musical training of any kind, speak to me and I'll see what I can do."
And with that, he abruptly sat down and hoped to hide behind his food. That took a surprising amount of effort, really.
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Post by Professor Mace Stewart on May 18, 2010 0:32:33 GMT -5
Mace watched the scuffle unfold with interest. It wasn't unlike what she had witnessed on the bus. Apparently, students liked to get into trouble. Now she had three students on her watch-list, most of them ones with the extra special talents.
One of the Professors sat down next to her. A male, by the looks of things, the Forestry Professor, had he said? Mace searched her memory for a name. Aravind? No first name had been given; it wasn't necessary to give first names to students. Yet among themselves, well, it was practically a necessity.
"I had a similar problem on the bus," Mace stated. "That takes my total of students to keep an eye on up to three. It's only the first day, and we've already had a few dozen personality clashes."
As an afterthought, Mace decided she might as well introduce herself. "I'm Mace Stewart. Maybe you caught my introduction to the students earlier."
Never the one to do things the right way around, Mace began playing with her food. It would be a while before she would think of getting up, at any rate.
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on May 18, 2010 0:40:41 GMT -5
((OOC: Aravind is his first name-- he introduced himself as Professor Shiyal.))
"Oh, you came on the bus?" He took another bite of the salad, which was better than he'd expected. "Tough time, cramped in with them, I should think. I'd forgotten how neurotic kids can be, and these are worse than most." Inwardly, he thought, some of this lot looks like they'd not balk at murder.
"I didn't catch your introduction, no. What do you teach?"
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Post by Professor Mace Stewart on May 18, 2010 0:47:36 GMT -5
((OOC sorry! my bad. we'll just make an excuse, later. any other teachers are welcome to join the conversation. I won't reply until late, though.))
Mace thought about it. What exactly did she teach? She'd stated it earlier, and it seemed to have clean gone out of her mind. She bit her lip, chewed it a bit, then came up with answer.
"Oh, Swordsmanship. I do a bit of this and that. I'll be teaching that lot an introduction to martial arts -- nothing too flashy -- I don't want them killing each other." Mace laughed nervously, grinned a bit, then took another mouthful off food. Oh God, did she have a good dose of foot in mouth disease today.
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Post by Caroline Raleigh on May 18, 2010 1:42:29 GMT -5
Professor Caroline Raleigh slipped into the Dining Hall and got herself a salad and some tea. She looked around for a table and spotted a seat near...the Swordsmanship teacher, was it? She made her way to the table and quietly sat herself down, leaning in to catch up on the conversation.
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Post by Æsc Thorne on May 18, 2010 5:35:44 GMT -5
Aesc, who was sitting nearby lost in thought, turned to join in the conversation. "Good evening to you, Professor Shiyal, and to you, dear lady," he said, gesturing to Mace. "I don't believe we've met, as yet. My name is Aesc Thorne. I hear you are to be the swordsmanship teacher? Although my studies lately have inclined more towards natural philosophy, I was something of a student of swordcraft in my youth." He brushed a strand of blond hair back from his face, which looked to be no older than thirty, and continued. "Of course, that was... some time ago, but I'd be interested to hear what you plan to teach our new students. If you don't mind, of course."
While waiting for a reply, Aesc ate a bite of his steak tartare, gracefully wiping his lips with a napkin.
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Post by Elena Naught on May 18, 2010 6:28:31 GMT -5
Elena handed Trisha a napkin when she began to cough on her milk. "Hey, just count yourself lucky you weren't drinking coffee when you did that. Nothing wakes you up faster than some hot java shooting out your nose, let me tell you."
She looked over when Aelita squealed, but turned away when it was clear that there would be no punishments doled out. Elena loved to see a good lecturing.
"I don't know what to tell you," she said to Trisha. "I'm not that interesting. I'm just a fairly normal girl who loves coffee and a good laugh." Her browed furrowed with the effort of memory. "I think. There are a few bits that are just blurs."
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on May 18, 2010 9:58:10 GMT -5
((No worries; she didn't actually call him by name, no apologies nor nothin' o' the sort necessary nohow.))
Aravind snerked a bit. "Ah, interesting subject," he said. "Are you sure there's no chance of killing a few off? A few less students would make some of the classes quite a bit easier."
He nodded to Thorne a bit, and Raleigh, but said no more.
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Post by William Jason Fredericks on May 18, 2010 15:14:38 GMT -5
Having finished putting away the ladder and watering can, groundsman Fredericks finally entered the dining hall. Not to mention he figured that most of the brats would be about done and would be clearing out soon.
He shuffled in in his overalls and flannel shirt, remarkably clean considering his line of work, with pruning shears and a knife tucked into his belt. He cast a quick glance around the room without focusing on anything or anyone in particular and then with eyes back on the floor shuffled over to the food line. Those with exceptional hearing could make out his mumblings:
"couldn't pay me...clean up this place...slobs and..."
He scoffed at the fried and prepackaged food and the sweets and instead grabbed a steak and some vegetables. He shuffled over to the table furthest from any people and began eating, using the knife at his belt, overlarge for the task, to cut the steak.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 18, 2010 15:35:35 GMT -5
Less Than Beta walked over to the groundsman. It could easily be assumed that it was to mooch a piece of steak, but in actuality he just wanted to get a closer look at the pruning shears. Either way, he made no effort to be subtle and cheerfully announced his presence with, "Hello! I am Less Than Beta of the East Tundra pack. What is your name and family?"
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on May 18, 2010 16:18:49 GMT -5
Michelle finished her stolen slice of cheesecake. She had begun her meal with dessert and ended with another helping of dessert. That was the way to live.
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Post by William Jason Fredericks on May 18, 2010 16:28:39 GMT -5
Fredericks kept his eyes on his plate for several seconds, mumbling as he finished up a few more pieces of steak.
"Talking to me...Less than beta....bloody wolf likely...mark his territory...my petunias."
At last he looked up, his eyes narrowed. "Fredericks. As for family..." He considered for a second and they chuckled wryly. "Everyone and no one."
He looked back at his plate and resumed eating.
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Post by Kent of Korbania on May 18, 2010 16:36:39 GMT -5
Kent walked back from his socializing. The fries were really salty. He quickly found some coffee and took that. It seemed safe enough. Shortly after getting his cup, he looked around. He saw someone (Rena) sitting alone. This was strange. Everyone else was together. He went over.
He went and sat down in front of Rena impulsively. Had he thought about it, he wouldn't have done it. Before she could object he smiled and said "you looked lonely".
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 18, 2010 16:42:58 GMT -5
Yay, he had a new friend! Though he really didn't understand what 'everyone and no one' meant... "I'm a werewolf, not a wolf," he explained. After a second's pause he added, "And this isn't my territory, so I can't mark it. Your petunias are safe." From him, at least; Less wasn't certain that the fireball-throwing boy wouldn't torch them. "It's nice to meet you, Fredericks."
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Post by William Jason Fredericks on May 18, 2010 16:53:11 GMT -5
"Still here...Bisclavaret had manners...when to go away."
Fredericks sighed and looked up again. It almost seemed to pain him to do so.
"Yeah. Smashing." The sacrasm practically dripped off the words but he suspected it wouldn't matter. He returned to his food.
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Post by Rena Thompson on May 18, 2010 17:10:15 GMT -5
"That's just by nature. They made me a sniper to keep me away from the others. It was efficient. That didn't stop the others from trying to make friends though. Pity, some of them might have been good soldiers otherwise." Rena turned to face Kent. "But enough about me. What's your situation? Do you want to be here or what?"
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