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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 10:40 pm
Thomas stood over the front desk of the magic laboratory, rubbing at his eyes with a heavy, drawn out sigh. Five private lessons to run. It was part of the job requirement and he couldn’t rightly say he was incapable of doing them. He was obviously tired, fresh out of the hospital. He had a few things set up to use as props for the lesson. A small set of weights, a large ‘hamster wheel’, and a pile of rocks.
Of all the private lessons…this one ran a very real cold shiver down his spine. Those horrible eyes, that dark, twisted mind… Thomas found himself almost wanting to call in sick. Even for one day. He mentally kicked himself, giving a sharp slap across the side of his own face. He had to keep it together… a child could not- would not -defeat him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 12:19 pm
Outside the classroom door, the women in a pale pink coat hesitated. She wouldn't be here if there hadn't been another choice, but Keivlos refused to listen. What could have happened in this classroom, that was so horrible, her child would not return? It made a parent very nervous. To top it off, Madeline had heard rumors throughout D-corp all week about--well, about her son being the one who caused the trouble.
Even if it killed her inside to learn the truth, she wanted to know. Keivlos may have scared some people, but he wasn't a bad child! Hesitantly she scratched her nails against the door, flicking her wrist to tap against the cool wood. It was just a warning notice to the man behind the door, she entered before he could say anything.
"Mister Barkhelm?" Blue eyes peeked around the corner, like a child trying to asses the situation at a glimpse.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 3:39 pm
Thomas looked up sharply from the clipboard he'd been reviewing, nearly dropping it in fact. He composed himself rather quickly in the time between the warning tap on his door and the time that it opened up. Perhaps there was a God... it was a woman instead of that boy.
"Miss Crossette." He responded back calmly, "What brings you here?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 10:15 pm
With a smile she crossed the threshold of the door way, taking a few steps towards his desk. Mister Barkhelm seemed a decent man, someone around the facility who at least took the time to know his colleagues, their names, and their departments. Teachers were so busy, however, most of the time, that they barely had time to get to know each other outside of the office. Thus, conversation had always been kept at the minimal polite office talk. ...Did he even know she was Keivlos's mother?
"I came to..." Madeline hesitated, wavering as she realized how...foolish the message she needed to deliver sounded. Shifting her weight, one hip to the other, she looked child caught red handed before their teacher, unsure of the answer. A bite to the lip, a soft sigh, then finally, she straitened up. "I came to tell you Mister Barkelm, Keivlos has refused to attend your class. Which is why I am standing here before you..." she looked away briefly," and not him."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 5:11 pm
Thomas watched the woman, taking in more than her nervous body language. So this was the raven's mother? How odd... she seemed an unlikely candidate for someone with such a dark mind. Perhaps a rockstar radical activist or some other such nonsense would have been a more logical answer as to a guardian. He'd not put it past Alan's tastes in homing children. Brilliant in his ignorance...
“Hmm… I see.” He sighed, dropping the folder with Keivlos’ info onto the top of the desk, “Well that’s certainly unfortunate”, though he was practically doing cartwheels mentally, “I did hope to see him learn what he was capable of”, given the unlikely chance that the boy used them for -good-. “I am sorry that he felt he had to make himself absent.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 4:46 pm
It was true that Madeline was an unlikely match with Keivlos. But, in reality, Alan had done a better job paring mother and child than it seemed. She loved him, which was more than anyone could ask of her, more than anyone else could provide. If not Madeline as a parent, who?
"I too am sorry he couldn't attened...though, I was wondering Mister Barhkelm--" she cut off for a second realzing her haste, before continuing in a slower manner. "That is, I would like to ask what happened in your class? Even if Keivlos...even if my son doesn't always agree with the subject he is being taught, he'll attend and do the work. I'm simly a little curious, if you don't mind?" Madeline was sure that Keivlos was just being stubborn for some odd reason, but still--the rumors and little stories she had picked up. As a parent she deserved the truth about what happened with her child! Otherwise, how could she correct this kind of mistake in the future. You see, it was all very important to be honest.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 5:15 pm
"I expected as much." He sighed and made his way to take a seat and brought one over for Madeline to take for herself. His cane was rested against the desk near to a sleeping dwarf dragon. About the size of a common house cat, Silvermond was a pearly white color from head to tail. Even his eyes, claws, and wings were the same white. Still in his sleep, he almost looked like a glorified paperweight.
"You see, my first class with the students is one of self-exploration. They must realize their strengths and weaknesses and which of the trinity forcese they are best aligned with- mind, body, or soul. Most people lack the insight to do it for themselves. Some fancy themselves to be one while, in truth, they are another. That is where I come in." He reached up and motioned to his eyes. If she made direct contact with them she'd feel something almost pull at the back of her mind.
"I was born with an uncommon ability. Ever-present telepathy. Any eyes that mine meet with allow me to see beyond. Into their heart, mind, and soul. Every thought and intention is clear as the spoken word is to me. Some individuals, like Alan for instance, have a strength towards this sight. I cannot make sense of them. Some individuals have such a detourent to my sight that it has the ability to cause physical discomfort... in your boy's case..." He took a deep breath, picking his next words carefully, "It was the -content- of what I saw that caused the discomfort. Enough to remove me from conciousness and leave me in a hospital bed for a few days with a headache that I'd wish on no living being. Do you understand?"
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