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 Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 10:50 pm
Chris had just finished mending the roof that he had torn up, he nodded approvingly at His work then reached into his bag pulling out a small silver trinket. He held it to the sun watching as it reflected a beautiful beam. "Is this why I can sleep on the roof? I can feel it's power ... It's what drew me here everyday in the first place ... and now I've found it."
He gave a deep sigh of relief closing his eyes momentarily. When he reopened them He noticed his hand glowing! It was a Dark Green glow the seemed to radiate from his body. He looked at his hand in awe before smiling his lips mouthing the words "The silver heart"
Night was Busy helping Cook In the kitchen grabbing ingredients directly from the cabinet. "Lunch rush, lunch rush everyday." He muttered passing Cook a bad of fries. "Is Danni in here cook?" He asked as his head was phased through a cabinet trying to find something. He grabbed the ingredient and passed it to cook before His eyes widened in shock "It can't Be!"
In front of Kai's monument was a beautiful Young woman appeared on all fours White wings slowly disappearing into her back. "Dame the nether I can't teleport as well with out the rest of me assisting." She gasped Heavily holding her head coughing. "God that hurt!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 1:03 pm
Cook was grateful for the help Night had been giving around the kitchen, and had noticed that, as Danni got stonger suddenly, that in fact the man's appearance was changing, as he'd mentioned that morning. He did indeed look like a posessed teenager of some sort, and he found it oddly amusing. "No, she'll be here any minute now. She'll be just getting out of her...power control class...I wouldn't look her in the eye for a while if I were you. You know how she gets after facing that professor and his stress balls and smiley face calendars." He said with some amusement, until he head Night call out.
"What?" He demanded, glancing out of the corner of his eye as he dumped a jumo bag of frozen french fries into a vat of boiling oil. It wasn't often he head Night surprised, so this was something new. However, just then, the door to the kitchen slammed, and Danni, her cheeks flushed with anger and her eyes shooting out daggers pushed into the room, stalking towards the closest knife set as she began vigorously chopping up tomatoes for hamburgers.
Too focused on her anger to notice anything wrong, she mumbled under her breath as she chopped, and Cook caught words like 'rat b*****d ' and 'sadist' in between cursing the class itself and muttering about castrating a certain a** hole teacher....That didn't sound good, Cook thought, and decided today's class must've been worse than others, which weren't good to begin with.
"Uh..." Sending an apologetic look at Night, Cook turned to Danni, carefully arming himself with a spatula before saying. "So, Danni girl...How was class?" He asked innocently, and stayed wisely in place when Danni whirled around, brandishing a knife. "Class? Class was great, absolutely friggin' perfect! Today we got to show off to the class how much we'd...improved with our calendars...We had to show everyone our results for February..." She gestured with her hands as she spoke, which was particularly dangerous when she still held the knife in one hand.
"And guess what? Mine was the worst! Twenty frowns, eight smiles. As a... reward for that being an improvement from January's six smiles and twenty six frowns, I was 'allowed' to stand up and show the class how good I'd become at controlling my emotions...So Mr. Sadistic Professor decides he's going to do anything he can to annoy me, and I was supposed to ignore it...I was doing just fine, too, until he took it one step too far, and I snapped. I accidentally set his god-damned hair on fire, and now I've got detention tonight. Can't you tell it was just a freakin' perfect day?" She said, absolutely seething, and Cook searched around for something he could say, and latched onto one fact.
"Um...What was the one step too far that he took?" He asked, and abruptly her body seemed to shut down, her eyes dulling and her stancce relaxing as she turned back to her tomatoes. "Was nothin'..." She muttered, and he sighed. "Danni," He said insistently, and she bit her lip, but didn't turn to face him as she spoke. "He insulted you. Said you were nothing but an under-paid cook who'd never be any more than that. Lies, all of it, of course, but it was an attack against your honor all the same." She muttered, looking to the side while he smiled at her back. "Ah, I see..." He replied simply, then abruptly remembered Night.
Turning, he said. "What was wrong?" He asked, and Danni's ears perked up, though she didn't turn around.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:11 pm
Ialo had been half-heartedly pestering the teachers of MFHS to finish their winter grades and send them in already. Truthfully, grades hardly mattered in this sort of school, as magic was something that could not be defined with tests and scores. Well, actual casting of magic, at least. There was always plenty to cram down students' throats about theories and runes and history and herbs - Ialo had actually bid farewell to a few students who had chosen to drop out.
The half-dragon gracefully ambled about the corridors, randomly observing classes. The students were rowdy teenagers, as always. And the worst, class, as expected, was Professor Valen's indoor suspension group. Ialo rolled his eyes. He could hear shouting clear down the length of the hall, overpowered then by Luna's voice. He smirked. It wasn't an arrogant smirk, nor one of pity or anything like that. It was the 'Damn She Must Be Killing You Guys And I'm Missing Out On It' smirk.
Thus, the Headmaster became so inclined as to visit Luna Anastasia Wolfe's current... ah... charges.
He quietly opened the door and slid into the room. "I trust you're behaving?" he asked the students with thinly veiled sarcasm. He didn't raise his voice, didn't have to. It was all in his expression, flat blank (scary) eyes. He almost ruined his shtick when he saw the two boys in the back making out. Well, at this point, they might as well have been putting on the condoms.
Ah.
Why did that statement make him feel like he forgot something? He shrugged it off.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:21 pm
Luna kept glaring at the class with her lava eyes and answered coldly, "They will be, if they know what's good for them." As she finished the sentence, she turned, expecting to see a curious teacher that was wondering what the commotion was about. But as she saw the authoritative figure that was now (or always had been?) her lover, her face lost all signs of the brute sternness she had held.
"Headmaster Enlil," she addressed promptly. She turned her head towards the class so fast that a human would have suffered from severe whiplash. Her eyes narrowed. "Be assured that these students will give you unwavering attention."
Giving him another soft look, her eyebrows pulled together, her eyes in surprise. A hand raced to the top of her stomach as she blinked hard. She felt like she was going to puke. Her head became light and dizzy, so she motioned Ialo in with a wave of a hand. Luna sat against the vacant chair behind the desk and tried to remember what she had eaten that was so putrid.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:26 pm
Ah, lunch. It was quite possibly her favorite time of day. After all, food was... well, food. And it was necessary and stuff. Or that was Athena's excuse when she needed an 'intelligent but untruthful' answer. That happened occasionally. Mostly, though, she liked lunchtime because she could goof off with friends she otherwise didn't really see. Like Danni, when the girl wasn't in the kitchen. Or Lin, if the elf wasn't eating in the gardens. Of course, there were others, but she knew them best because... Eh, who cared.
Athena smiled. Today had been a good day so far. If she recalled, today's lunch was going to be good, too. So she got in there quickly and got herself food galore. If she ate quickly... she could make it a better day and go play with fire! Of course, she was thinking this until she realized that there was pasta, which she had to savor. Pasta was worth giving up some fire-time.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:36 pm
Ialo cast a glance at Luna, concerned. She didn't look so well. Well, ah, that might have been his fault. Things were getting a little wild back there. He turned back on the class. "How about a deal?" he offered, walking further into the classroom.
"You guys behave for Mrs. Wolfe, and I'll tell you a story from my school. Sophomore year, to be exact." The students were held in a magic-less spell. Well, all but the two performing various sex acts in the back.
"Well?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:42 pm
Luna blinked, listening to Ialo. The slurps and spills in the back were beginning to annoy her rather than amuse her. She waved a hand and put an end to it.
She watched as the students were quiet, all eyes on the Headmaster.
She smiled slightly before crossing her arms on top of the desk and resting her head on them like a student would. He's got such a way with children..
She began listening to the mutual sounds of "sure's" and "why not's" and "say it's" directed to Ialo.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:44 pm
"huh oh nothing I just thought I recognized someone." He then abruptly turned Towards Danni . "That incompetent a*****e is still bothering you?" His face twinged with amusement "I think I know a good stress relief Danni ... You ever been dream shaping? It' good fun and can drive people insane, and I mean this literally If you do it right. I'm sure we can ... 'tweak' Your teachers dreams To something that will bother Him for a while." He Grabbed a spice off the counter tossing It to cook before looking back towards what ever he saw before "... can't be ... can it?"
The Girl got up dusting herself off then looked at the shrine Happily, before walking Into the school. She looked at the clock for a second, "Oh It must be lunch time already." The girl stepped into the cafeteria looking around before walking over to a corner of the room leaning against the walls. she saw Athena looking at her oddly. "A demon? how nice."
Chris put the silver heart back into his bag jumping off the roof of the building then walking into lunch Absently ignoring the line walking into the kitchen. "Danni, Night, Cook hows it going for you? Oh yeah heard about incident in your last class. Swear to god He's going to get beat if he keeps that crap up."
"my thoughts exactly Chris" Night agreed Looking towards Danni Wanting to know If she would get payback for the insults.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:53 pm
Ialo nodded once the students had decided. Nearly the entire front row was vacant, so he grabbed a chair and yanked it to the front, sitting down (of course, after a quick check for anything not suitable for seating).
"Well...." he began. "I had a teacher, Mr. Connor. He was my science teacher - needless to say, also one of my closest friends, still to this day." Not a false story, actually. "Because of him, and a few friends, I got away with hell, the dean none the wiser." He smirked. And to think he was the dean's favorite student. "And so begins the story of how one nerd single handedly destroyed the sanity of an entire community."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 4:12 pm
Lin was still in the gardens, not being able to sense Dymetri because he was far enough away.
She was kneeling on the stone path in the garden that had more bushes and small trees in it than the others. They provided nice shade on a warmer day like this and allowed her skin some reprieve. She was kneeling, though, because she had seen a small yellow daffodil trying to bloom fully in the shade of a large bush.
Lin was softly touching it, giving some of her energy to it, and softly talking encouragingly to it telepathically.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 4:51 pm
Ialo held out his hands and unfolded them, whispering a spell to create a small illusion. It was like a projection, a crystal clear image of his memory.
A man, tall, thin, with fiery hair stood by the door of a classroom. The hallway was clean and clear of students, showing the setting of the memory to be a well-to-do school during class. There was a calendar on a bulletin board within the classroom, showing the date to be May, a month of final exams and frantic teens turning in late essays and projects.
The teacher, a name tag showing him to be none other than the legendary Mr. Connor, was talking to a well groomed sophomore girl, her blouse tucked into her skirt, her wavy brown hair falling loose to her shoulders. The conversation wasn't particularly loud or detailed, as the listener (Ialo) was not paying attention, and the door was closed as well. Bits and words of trivial matters were audible.
The two were merely providing cover, as other staff members walked by, not sparing them a second glance. The REAL party was in the classroom. Not long after the illusion began, Mr. Connor peeked in the door, glaring at a student with black and bright green hair, many piercings, and a death metal t-shirt on. "Owens!" he barked. "Back to cleaning!" The punkish student grumbled as an eagle-nosed old hag of a woman passed by, nodding approvingly. "Owens giving you trouble, James?"
"Oh, just the usually, Mildred." How odd, that even after all this time, Ialo still remembered the names of all the teachers at that school.
After the door closed again, the punk looked up at the ceiling, where a hinged ceiling tile was loose. A moment later, it flung open, revealing a 15 year old version of Ialo. The contrast was striking, this younger Ialo was much more cheerful, if reserved in his demeanor. In his right hand, a wire stripper. In his left hand, electrical tape. "Mission accomplished!" he said, smiling upside down. Ialo dropped from the ceiling. The girl and Mr. Connor both peeked in this time. "Ace, Janet, Mr. Connor," Ialo addressed his friends. "You have twenty minutes."
In present time, Ialo folded his hands together. So far, so good. The class was deathly quiet, and the two boys in the back were sitting on opposite sides of the room, facing the corner. All the others had their eyes on the Headmaster. He unfolded his hands again, the illusion starting anew.
The hands on the clock had moved slightly, showing the twenty minutes to be almost up. In the classroom, the break was over, and the students were all focused on their exams. Ace quickly glanced at the clock, when the room went dark. The only light was from the windows. "What the..?" Mr. Connor feigned as he looked up. But the electricity came back on.
"Attention, students and faculty." The intercom crackled to life , the deans droning voice on line. "That was only a minor hiccup in the power grid, please disregard the event and continue your ex-" The dean's message was cut off by a second outage.
In the corner, Ialo smiled as he twirled a pencil in his hands. He was the only student not to scream or panic with suddenly the lights came on AGAIN, with such force that they blew out, shards of glass falling to the floor. Not a moment after, the fire alarm went on the fritz, shrieking. Of course, this meant that not only was the room dark, and the floor covered with glass, but now the entire school had to evacuate. As the class left, Janet approached Ialo. "I thought you were going low-key!" she scolded him. She was a very pretty girl, popular with many boys in the school. Ialo shrugged. He was the only male to have never hit on her, and that was why they were such close friends.
The illusion faded in and out, the scenes changing. All the students outside. An explosion off one of the wings. Sprinklers going off in the library. The dean and emergency officials constantly puzzling over the impromptu wiring jobs, never in the same location. The young Ialo, always well-behaved and innocent in the corner.
The last scene was the last day of that school year. The dean was kissing the ground, sobbing. Kids were cheering for summer vacation. Ialo approached the dean, keeling next to the anxious man. "It's okay, Dean Warren," he said kindly. The dean looked up, sighing. "It's over, it's over, my career is over..."
"Dean Warren! Don't say that! Whoever this terrible vandal was, they are no reflection on your skill or presence as an authority figure!" It was brown-nosing to the extreme, and the dean fell for ever word.
"Thank you, Enlil... Have an excellent summer vacation..."
Ialo walked away, to the edge of the school grounds, where Janet and Ace were waiting for him.
"No exams-"
"No class!"
"No school!"
"They closed it down!"
"It was genius!"
"You drove half the teachers to insanity!"
"And the BAD teachers too!"
"All the cool teachers are staying!"
Their words tumbled excitedly. Janet hugged Ialo so tight, the boy struggled for air. Ace kept glancing back at the school. "Let's leave before I get in trouble for Hacker Boy's doings, AGAIN."
Back in present time once more, the Headmaster cut off the illusion for a second and final time. "Your thoughts?" he asked the class, and Luna. "It is in fact, a completely true story."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:19 pm
The class was completely quiet, processing what they had just seen.
Then, finally, someone spoke out.
"Was that supposed to make us into better students? Because all that did was give me more ideas to end up right back into this same class."
Several kids around the speaker agreed while others chuckled.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:31 pm
Ialo smiled rather icily at the student. "Ideas are good. But let's not forget that no teacher here is an ordinary human, and all I have to do is snap my fingers, and corporeal punishments becomes legal in fifteen independent nations, including this very school." He jumped up, and walked towards the door. A final glance at Luna, before he theatrically snapped his fingers once and bowed, exiting the classroom.
Once the door swung shut, Ialo disappeared. A little while later, he reappeared in the thick forest by a lake several miles from the school. He sighed, and laid on the ground, staring at the clouds above. One of them was shaped remarkably like a wolf, he noted, smiling. A blissful, lovestruck expression was written on his face.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:43 pm
A presence made itself known. A dark, foreboding presence.
The figure stood atop the waters amidst the center of the lake, black hair blowing in the wind.
The mask upon the right side of the face bore a sorrowful expression; a stark contrast to the menacing nature the figure was shedding upon its surroundings.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:49 pm
Ialo's eyes widened and he sat up suddenly, the movement causing his vision to go fuzzy for a moment. He had no problem glaring at the figure on the lake however.
"You," he said coldly.
"What do you want this time?" Five years ago, the dragon would have been scared or angry, but time had changed his temperament.
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