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 Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 12:17 am
Ardanay Veilwood could easily see the youth was now captured by a new direction entirely. The very idea of being able to create something useful and then use it was an awe-inspiring idea that set him off. So this was what he truly looked like beneath that vicious exterior? Once he was really into something, he seemed to forget the attitude and show nothing but joy. He was definitely that candy store kid, and the professor didn't mind at all. It was far easier to teach a kid like this, than a rebellious one.
"Yes," Professor Veilwood replied with a light chuckle, "You have to finish this class first. There will be other classes in the future that will allow for the advancement of such things. So will you be taking notes?" His eyes seem to sparkle with curiosity, wondering what sort of thing the other would want to create.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:47 am
Scyeth sighed and tipped his head to the side, practically forgetting it was Professor Ardanay. He nodded, rummaging around until he produced a notebook and a purple pen. Yes, yes, Scyeth really enjoyed the color purple. Don't laugh. "I'll take notes," he relented. It was better to just get this class over with so he could get to the other ones. He couldn't wait!
"Well, Professor?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:50 pm
"Wonderful!" exclaimed the professor, truly gratuitous that the other seemed to be very compliant with the class for the time being. Good thing too, because it was nearly over. Now that he could pleasingly and calmingly finish his lesson, he seemed all too eager to get on with it. It was almost as if he was afraid that, perhaps, the other would instantaneously change his mind and decide he would much rather be elsewhere.
He wondered if the youth already wanted to be elsewhere, but turned the thought away. He had no time for such things at present. Instead, he began his lecture pertaining to the various safety procedures of fields and soldiers and other such necessities. If, during the course of this, he watched the other write in a purple pen, he made no comment. He spoke for at least twenty minutes or more, pausing every so often for a breath of air or to let the boy compile what he already had.
And then at long length, he finally fell silent with a concluding statement. That had been much much easier than it would've been sans the mention of weapon creation.
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