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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:37 am
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.With skill born of decades of practice, Pan let his eyes continue trailing idly across the scene, even when he'd spotted the Fairy from the day before. It was an unusually tough task, to keep from staring, but the little Mouse believed he'd done quite well. He could barely remember the last time he'd been so drawn to someone.
What he did remember of the last time was that it had very nearly ended with him dead, but then again, that was just what humans did. He hadn't really expected anything better from the relationship.
After another moment of memory searching, Pan straightened his back and turned his eyes to Miya, Evie and Frahy, surprised that he hadn't noticed another girl entering the scene. They're magnetic, girls are. They all seem to group together like that. he thought, and resolutely made his decision. Miya would obviously be fine without him for at least a bit, and if she and Evie needed help, they had already corralled a teacher and a student who had been here almost as long as himself. They would be fine until he found them again.
Instead of nonchalance, Pan let himself slide into his usual state of over excitement at the idea of meeting someone new, though he would have wagered a good sum that anyone so friendly with Kiala wouldn't approve of the behavior. He shrugged to no one, and half-pranced towards the dark haired Fey.
"Well then. You, I have to assume, are not an idiot, and know I was watching you Yesterday. My name is Panya, people call me Pan, but you don't seem the sort for nicknames." After taking a moment to calculate the risks, and then shoving the calculations aside because they were idiotic, the Lycan grabbed the faerie's hand and shook it vigorously. "What's your name?".
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 12:32 pm
Bell ran headlong down the hallway, either ignoring or not noticing the students who quickly dodged out of her way as she slid around corners, grabbing the wall to allow her to change course as she navigated the labyrinth that Ran had showed her through the day before. She allowed her thoughts to idle on him for a while though her pace never slowed. Ran had been so kindly helpful yesterday. He’d shown her where all her classrooms were when they found the second had been cancelled, and had been rather gentlemanly about the whole thing. Looking back on it, it made her wonder if the headmaster had been right about him. If he hated humans with every fiber of his being, then he was either too polite to tell her to her face, or he just hid it very well. She ought to give him a chance before judging him based on what the principal had said. Maybe he’d be different. She shrugged and slowed as she saw her classroom come into view ahead. She stood outside, hesitating and taking a deep breath to steady herself for the lecture she was sure would be coming to her. She was late, really late to her second class, and it was a pity that the teacher would have such a bad impression of her from her first day of real class. She hadn’t meant to come late to class, really, but her internship with Miss Yuri had been so exhausting, and she’d managed to fall asleep in the fifteen minutes between classes.
She steeled herself and opened the door cautiously, sure there’d be an outburst from within at any moment, but not wanting to be any later for class, “Ms. Tamaranth?” Bell asked quietly as the door was slowly pushed in, “Ms. Tamaranth, I’m really sorry for coming late to-” she broke off as she saw that the room was empty except for two adults, and her face twisted in confusion, “Oh, am I interrupting a meeting? Wasn’t there class today?”
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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 2:13 pm
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.The voice that interrupted Horatio's mourning for her most unpleasant, in her opinion, life was in no way the one she expected. In fact, she hadn't expected an interruption at all, as Darian wasn't exactly what one could call sympathetic. Still, he was good company once you got past the discomfort he seemed to have around the livelier souls. But, the young and female voice that she heard was absolutely inexplicable without at least lifting her head up, which was very much against her wishes and judgment.
With a thoroughly displeased groan, turned her head, still maintaining contact with the desk, but couldn't see anything through a curtain of hair.
"You aren't interrupting anything," Horatio muttered, blinded. Whoever it was, they were probably to young to know how to identify how large a lie that was. After a long moment of considering the complete removal of her locks, she straightened her spine and eyed the girl at the door warily, reading her aura with practiced skill.
"You're a mage. You're not a techie. Are you sure this is your class period? It'd be introductory mechanics. Or are you in my Aura manipulation later on?" she asked, voice neutral. She wasn't even going to allow herself the glimmer of hope that some innocent newcomer had decided to take this class, and actually show up for it. .
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:07 pm
Bell watched fearfully as the mage seemed rather displeased to have her there. She didn't even look up for the first few minutes, and despite the fact that she claimed there was no interruption, she somehow felt that something was wrong. Bowing her head slightly, she hid behind her straight black locks, glad now that she hadn't had time to braid it before rushing to class. Great, she'd really messed up now. "Um... I'm in... both?" she whispered out in a rather humiliated voice. Only an idiot like herself would be late to the first period she had with the teacher who would be giving her lessons in the majority of her classes.
From the way the teacher spoke, Bell guessed that there was indeed supposed to be a class going on at this time, and she took a small step forward into the classroom. She bit her lip once more, hoping she wasn't about to get the most scathing lecture of her lifetime, and peeked out through her hair at the classroom. All the tables and desks were empty; had Tamaranth canceled classes again? She risked another glance toward the techno mage trying to gauge her reaction by her aura, but failing miserably with her lack of knowledge. all she could tell was that her face was serious, and her aura slightly odd looking. It seemed... damped down, as if unhappy or tired, or perhaps even both, she hadn't actually learned enough to tell the difference yet.
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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:21 pm
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.{{I'm going to go ahead and wait for Illy to say something before I reply, if you don't mind.}}.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:55 pm
((Sure, I was just thinking that maybe I shouldn't have posted, and waited instead.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:10 pm
Synria wasn't particularly paying attention much to the greeting, so her hand extended, the gloves thick and black with a sort of metal plating over the knuckles, the fingers lined with callouses and small minute scars. And then, a second after hearing the young lady speak, she turned her head and her light green orbs, neon-esque in their tint had poured into the student's. A gentle shake from her rough hand to the young woman's.
"Hello. Ceramics takes place out in the shops. If you want, I can lead you there..." She tried her hardest to speak with enough enunciation to sound half way intelligent. The Amazonian Ms. Frahy then slowly turned and began to wander toward her shop, nearing an exit, a sharp turn, and a few students bumped lightly. The awkward shop teacher murmured an apology and kept her gaze down a bit. Along her jeans, dangled chains which jingled and clanked as she walked, her belt lined with studs in the leather. A strange outfit for a teacher. She looked more like a biker than a teacher. With the elegance displayed by the other inhabitants she soon was feeling that bit of paranoia sashay into the back of her mind like an arrogant dancer.
And then the outside came. She pushed open the door and was now in the courtyard. The gentle chill of the October breeze was warming to her. The soothing little refresh of the open space as she trudged to her shops. Peeking behind her every now and again to see if she was still being followed. The feeling of tardiness and its related paranoia even though the bell hadn't quite yet rung yet seeped into her some more. "Damn..." ran its way through her head, from one hemisphere to the next and then down the brain stem drain.
As she opened the door to the shop and kicked down the door stopper, she popped a cigarette into her mouth. After a few snaps of her fingers, a small flame clicked forth like a cheap lighter. Lighting her cigarette, she moved into her clean ceramics shop. The kiln was still shiny on the sides and the paint was still on the switches. Floors still unpowdered, and the shelves still bare except for a few books.
"It's brand new." She muttered, a trail of smoke following her from her cigarette. And now, she slumped into her stool at the front of the room, and waited for the other students to arrive.
{My next post will hopefully be tomorrow during the mid-day or later that night. Sorry I'm so busy this week guys.}
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:30 pm
Unlike the lycan, Ranofer had kept his eyes on the boy, but his expression remained a bit uncaring of the situation as it played out. Planning to just walk right past Pan, he was slightly caught off guard when the boy practically skipped over to him. Indifference still in play, Ranofer simply stopped walking and watched the lycan as he babbled away. It was amazing how people could talk so fast without taking so much as a breath these days; and coming from such a cheerful person made it seem like someone was scratching their nails on a chalkboard in the back of his mind.
Immediately, a smirk turned up on Ranofer’s lips as soon as Pan had spoke his first sentence. Hi, I was staring at you the other day, what’s your name? Great first impression; at least this one was amusing. In fact, one so bold and outspoken was a bit of a change of pace for him. It seemed like most of the students in this school were timid and lacked social stamina; but this one was definitely another story.
Before he could even think another thought, his hand was quickly grabbed and shaken without warning. The excitement on Pan’s face made it all too clear that this would be his easiest prey this year. He took his hand back with obvious disapproval, though he cleared the mood with a glamoured smile. “Pan, hmm?” he contemplated, though his words ended with a chuckle, “That’s strange. My name is Ranofer, but people call me Ran,” the grin turned up on his pale face once more, obvious amusement in his eyes as he stared down at Pan with glowing orbs.
Late for class as usual, he watched as students began siphoning out in the hallways. Turning his head for a second to see that half of the collision attendees were still lurking about. The he turned back to Pan, his smile a bit more misleading this time. “As much as I adore Herbology..” the fae began with a sarcastic remark, though the emphasis on his words weren’t very heightened. “.. I think I’ll skip and go out for lunch. You can join me if you want, though I’m sure your friends of yours over there wouldn’t be too happy about it,” his stance changed as he shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes for a moment, giving the white-haired boy a ‘it really doesn’t matter to me’ kind of gesture; and he really wouldn’t care, but he knew such a social butterfly as Pan was, there was a good chance he wouldn’t pass up the offer.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 12:18 am
((I should be working on an essay... hehe razz ))
Momo stared out the window in a haze while the few students that had bothered to show up to her class classified a random bundle of herbs by their properties.
She'd had trouble sleeping the night before, something that would have been an alarming oddity had it not been for the looming full moon. It was always around this time of the month that she stocked up in all manner of medicinal herbs. Sure, the lycan ailments were something beyond her control, but she was always determined to lend a helping hand to whoever came to her in search for anything that would make the symptoms anything close to bearable.
She knew some students would get very sick around those days. As a result, once a month she barely slept and even Selene seemed to be affected, laying almost motionless on her usual spot.
It was for days like those that she saved the more dull, time-consuming exercises that required close to no intervention from her. She could simply sit calmly and just watch her students for the length of the class period.
((*cough* Not much, since she has class in session and no active students are there and so on... >> I'll shut up now X3))
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:22 am
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.{{I didn't notice the name thing at all, until last night when I was playing Sims and decided I'd make a grouchy, charismatic Ran character. For reference, mice weigh about 10g, and eat about 8g daily. Thus, 80% of their weight.}}
At the rhyming of their names, Pan scrunched his nose, as though something smelled bad. But, as quickly as the look appeared, it was gone again. "Pan and Ran. Fun." The lycan boy had never mastered the art of sarcasm, and it sounded as though he was completely serious about the entertainment aspect of their names. In fact, it bothered him. Van had been the name of the human who'd had him jailed, after nearly two years of more-or-less monogamy.
It had been obvious from his first glance that Ran wasn't the sort of person he should get involved with, liable to be either disturbingly possessive or monstrously terrifying. As with all his disconcerting thoughts, though, Pan rationalized it away in the back of his mind. Pssh. Then again, I'm no mage and I'm no faerie. I don't get to have epic intuitive skills. Probably just me being paranoid.
Then, there had been the invitation to lunch. With uncharacteristic silence, Pan pondered for a good fourty seconds, a long time in his hyperactive mentality. Here was a chance to spend time with this enthralling demon, and that was certainly tempting. He'd already concluded little Miya would make it through the class period well enough on her own, and Evie would probably relish the time alone with her... But, there was also the fact that he didn't approve of eating in front of people. All these other races, even humans, were so delicate about their food.
He, however, had to eat 80 percent of his damn body weight every day just to get by. True, he was a slight young man, but that was still twenty five pounds of food per meal. While the cafeteria was more than happy to supply that kind of bulk, it made him feel wretched being watched while he wharfed it down.
He groaned quietly, but kept pace beside the taller Fae. "Miya'll be fine. I figure she's dropped Kiala's class by now, so her stress level has probably been halved." Pan angled his eyes upward, to meet the Ran's own.
"Wouldn't it bother you, being with a Seleigh for so long every day? I always thought you Faeries were almost worse to each other than the Wolves, Cats and Rats.".
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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 2:54 pm
Evie shook her head at Miya. "I'm alright, just this stupid lycan illness.. I can't wait until tonight. And don't be silly, you're the last person who would cause me a headache." She smiled at her friend and decided to steal a glance at Pan. It seemed her other friend was busy talking to someone, a very hot someone actually.. Feeling her jealousy began to bubble up Evie immediately ceased any thought on the guy and Pan.
What was with her and jealousy? She came here for an education, not to dwell in thoughts of liking someone. Though, she had always wanted a mate.. Ugh, stop! She screamed inside her head and focused on Miya. "So, what class do you have now?"
Evie absent mindlessly heard the teacher, who seemed to be Ms. Frahy who was the Ceramics teacher, and the girl, who was named Benaira, but she paid them no mind. They seemed to be leaving anyway.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:49 pm
A window had opened from the second floor, one that had managed to survive the branches' seige of the house, though it wasn't the sight she had hoped for. The trees' tops still stopped Kiala from seeing what laid past them. A warm stream began to fall just above the exposed ankle. Her foot lifted, moved to be planted on the ground at an angle, and her eyes spied what caused this sensation. A small cut. Probably from the broken stair that had fallen from the weight of her being. With heighten hearing this situation could have been avoided, but her thoughts had taken her away from this world.
Putting her foot back beneath the slim body her hand brought up a torn piece of salted meat. Quickly, Kiala bit in to the dried meat and tore it from the rest. An animal having broke free from society's eyes. A piece of the meat still hanging from her mouth as she chewed. White particles staining the blossoming apple lips.
Hours of solitude could kill. Especially for Kiala. One that was usually surrounded by other people, for most of her life, rather it be by the class or people in the crowded school. For an odd reason it was times as these that tends to soothe the beast within. Howling for the parent that controls it. The moon controls many of the young lycans of many kinds. The planet still controls her. A mother in Kiala's own sense. Just like a child, Kiala use to rebel, fight the urge that caused her to deny her pack.
Reaching back up to take another savory bite, yet there was nothing. Kiala didn't even notice that she had eaten the three pounds of meat while thinking. Fingers came to her lips as the tongue twisted between the digits to remove the lingering taste.
A small thunk caused Kiala's eyes to shut. A hand moved up to the almost translucent blonde. It was damp. Her eyes swayed up to the second floor's ceiling. It was another door, to other creatures, that lead in to the house. It would have seemed something crashed through the sheilding roof. Kiala's body swung as her legs parted in to what seemed to be a squat. Muscles tightened. Arms rose in to the air as her legs released there power and nails dug in to the rotting wood. Pushing her body between the space to rise up further than the trees. The boards cracked as they cried as Kiala continued to climb towards the over seeing sky.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 7:07 am
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.Completely uncaring of her tardiness, Klara sauntered into Death Fae's room, still carrying the limp corpse of the hare. "I've brought you a gift, Tasartir. I promised the thing that if it made a good meal, I'd see if any of the Necromancers could bring it back. Here you are."
Klara very nearly just dumped the thing on the Faerie's desk, but thought better of it, and instead took it to one of the many counters, letting it thud beside a pile of unsorted herbs. "Surely you aren't going to have us sit through this monotony just because the moon children are sick, are you?" Klara asked with disdain, even as she sat down at the work table closest to the teacher, and began sorting out her weeds. .
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 2:26 pm
{I'ma teach my class now, if that's okay. }
"Right!" She addressed the class. "Today, we're going to get you familiarized with the clay you'll be working with before we do anything with the wheels or porcelain. Well, porcelain isn't until next semester."
Synria's hands then picked up small patties of clay and wandered around the tables, passing them out to each student, several of whom seem to be missing. Poor Lycans. A few decided to attend anyway, but were noticably looking a bit flushed. "If any Lycan students have to leave due to their ailment, they may." Her eyes cast to the nymph and to the little bowls of slip. "Try to keep your hands a little wet, we don't want your clay getting too stiff. Those of us with webbed fingers are certainly lucky, they'll make much smoother pots."
Getting a good chuckle out of her own joke, she moved with her empty tray to the front of the room. "We're making pinch pots today. Our kiln is a wood kiln which means temperature will be a funny thing for us, so ask me before putting anything in the kiln. Anyone sensitive to heat will have to have me help you." Then, into her demonstration she talked, trying to enunciate as much as she could around her cigarette. After her lecture, the students were off, making their pots with the relatively inexpensive clay they were given.
And within a minute, Synria grew bored and began loading wood into her kiln, the new metal electric one unfamiliar to her as she awaited the first pinch pot to be presented before glazing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:50 pm
Miya's head tilted curiously. "Lycan illness?" She asked with worry in her voice. The little witch had been looking at Evie, and followed her friend's gaze, seeing Pan again, but blushing when she saw the very handsome but for some reason scary-looking student. For a moment, Miya couldn't tear her eyes away, but quickly re-gathered her thoughts before the lycan spoke.
"U-um, I don't know... I'm not sure if it will change, either, because I have to see the headmaster about changing my schedule." She hadn't told Evie yet that she was dropping Biology... She hoped she would forgive her... She didn't know if they would have any classes together, and was somewhat saddened by it, but biology had proven to be quite difficult for her, and she was going to take Pan's advice and go back in a few years, instead. "I'm not sure where it is... I-I was hoping Pan would be able to show me, b-but it seems he's a little... b-busy..." She blushed and again stole a glance at the two young men, blushing more.
Miya hadn't noticed that the teacher had left them, but it wasn't a big deal. She didn't think she had that class anyway, though she would have liked to say good bye to her. She seemed nice. "Ah!! C-class is starting, isn't it!? W-won't you be late Evie??" Miya looked around quickly, worried that she held her up. The halls had almost cleared out, and she knew classes were getting ready to start. "P-please, don't be late on my account!" She blushed and looked at Evie with a concerned expression, as though trying to analyze her facial features to make sure she wasn't causing herself to be late. Or rather, that she was doing it because she felt she had to stay with her witchling friend.
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