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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:45 pm
Torrid trucked determinedly off to the teacher's lounge, his somewhat battered satchel well-stocked and ready for some note taking. His studies had been a little neglected, but there was still time to make right on it.
Pushing the door open, he made his way into the space quietly to see which of his teachers were about. Kortus was there - the big fellow was hard to miss - and Torrid offered him a wave and a smile.
"Uh, hi professor... got a minute?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:47 pm
Kortus looked down when he was adressed. He exhaled a plume of smoke and grinned, milky eyes blinking. "Hello there, Torrid! What can I do for you?" Kortus took the pipe in one hand and braced of of his other three hands on his knee, one on his waist and the last continued to stroke his goatee.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:57 pm
Kallisto followed Torrid, wondering if she should try again. The last time she'd come in here holding her certed technoring and hauling Cecil in a pet cage, she'd woken up the next morning devoid of memory for the previous night.
Spotting Kortus and neither Metro nor the art professor, she hurried in and stepped up behind Torrid, "Can I join you? I need some help..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:01 pm
Cashimer, his hand wrapped firmly around around Blayk's wrist to ensure that she was still trailing behind him. He cared about making up his classes, even if she didn't, and Antigone had made it Cash's job to make sure that Blayk- as well as himself- mude up all the classes that they had missed so far. "Oh, come off it," he said to Blayk as they entered the Teacher's Lounge. "It's not that bad."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:04 pm
Dariyn had padded off to the teacher's lounge with his trusty notebook in hand. He wasn't entirely sure how he should go about this, being as shy as he was...the Phlegm wasn't sure that he had the guts to pipe up and ask questions, but upon peeking in and seeing that several of the other students had already nabbed Kortus, the professor he knew to be the teacher of crafting, he himself tagged along behind, a faint smile on his lips, wondering if he would be noticed at all...hoping he looked interested enough.
He was very keen on knowing more...a born student, Dariyn.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:09 pm
"Oh, ho!!" Kortus laughed, a deep, rumbling, comforting sound, like that of a lion chuckling. "Look at all the company! Well, younglings, what can I do to be of service? Have you questions I might be able to assist in?" He was jovial, friendly, and really quiet sweet, and all that helped to make his massive fram and powerful arms that much less intimidating. He was impressive, but certainly not a threat to these young ones.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:14 pm
Torrid waved to Kallisto and patted the seat next to him, glad of her company. The other students he wasn't so familiar with, but he gave them each a friendly smile anyhow as he pulled some school supplies out.
"Wel Kortus, I was wondering if you might go over a lesson with me... with us?" He grinned at his schoolmates. "I was there for class, but I didn't pay close enough attention.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:21 pm
She took a seat beside him and added to what he'd said, "And I'd like to get the certed technoring activated. I've even brought Cecil along just in case I need him." She opened the pet carrier and he popped his red head out to settle and unimpressed gaze on Kortus.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:27 pm
Cash nodded to back up Torrid's words, letting go of Blayk's hand as he did so. "And we, Professor, missed the class entirely. We were only recently Awoken. If it wouldn't be too much trouble to go over everything for us...?" Blayk stared up in awe at the large professor, her mouth going slack for a moment before she remembered what Cash had said about manners. "Ah, yeah, Professor. We need to make up the class." She nodded, instantly glad she had come along.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:29 pm
Dariyn's smile widened hesitantly, and he nodded at Torrid's statement. "And...I wasn't there for class at all...so, a lesson would be most helpful." The statement was meek and sounded more like a request...hopeful but timid.
Scooting near, he sat a seat away from Torrid...knowing neither of the two well, he knew a precious few anyway, and sort of cradled his notebook to his chest, crimson eyes wide and nervous.
Yes...really needed some socialization, this kid.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:33 pm
With a throaty chuckle and a broad, friendly grin, Kortus nodded at them all. "Well, since Cecil here has been such a dear in offering his assistance, we'll have a handy little demonstartion!" Kortus wiggled the fingers of one hand at the Cicus cat to entice him to come a little closer. "It won't hurt you, boy. Come here..." Kortus beckoned. He glanced up at Kallisto and then tossed a meaningful glance at Torrid. "The Certed Technoring, please?" He winked and added softly. "They didn't get to see this in class!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:38 pm
There was a soft sound from the entrance to the room; Riaan tried his utmost to slip into the room unnoticed, but his efforts were thwarted by his own nervousness, and the pale youth had stumbled in the doorway. Blushing a light periwinkle hue and murmuring an unintelligible apology to the room at large, he ducked his head and made his way more cautiously into the lounge, searching for empty seats.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:38 pm
Regulus paced in behind Riaan, glancing about the room with critical crimson eyes. He seemed to scowl as the silver-haired Phlegmatic tugged him forward into the room, but he did not complain out loud, and took the seat that Riaan nudged him into.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:41 pm
Cecil paused and cast a meaningful glance at Kallisto before proceeding cautiously towards Kortus. The wry grin on her face it clear Cecil had said something to Kallisto as she fished the ring out of her bag and handed it to Kortus, "They didn't see this in class...?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:48 pm
Riaan leaned forward in his seat, craning for a better view of the Cicus cat as it made its way forward, the techno-ring as it changed hands, and . . . well, the Professor himself! He'd not yet encountered a Professer at such close quarters, and he practically buzzed with curiosity. What is he doing? What are they saying? Perhaps I should move closer . . .
He reached down and slid his book beneath him, and then sat upon the leather-bound volume like a child would upon a booster seat, watching intently.
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