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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:19 pm
Cane took chicken-scratch notes as the audio continued, letting Micajah correct his spelling from time to time, and add his own thoughts. He easily moved past lasers into mechanics, and then the teen began to become excited. "No, I want to be a Guardian." Unique to the students, so far, no one else seemed to be on that promotion path. His large fingertip almost lovingly traced parts of an engine that flashed across his tablet, and he was fine naming parts for Micajah.
"Do you know what kind of mechanics training they have here? Scyeth didn't show me, I assume because he's a soldier." Cane frowned slightly. "You don't know either, do you? Being in Magic. Who controls the Science Department?" Greg Larine had left, after all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:13 pm
"I'm sorry to say I don't know hardly anything about the Science side, even the courses and paths you can take through there. I only know what i hear from others, and no one has said anything about a replacement for Greg Larine as of yet. There were some candidates when they did the open house before you arrived, but no one came out in his position. We did get new teachers though so that was a plus."
He liked two out of the three (and one of the two he liked he didn't even know). Not bad at all, really, considering even a song title agreed with him on that.
"What does a Guardian do? I know about doctors and soldiers thanks to RuiZhi, Weiyuan and Scyeth, but no one like you said has taken that path in mind."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:33 pm
"Guardians... Protect, in a basic sense." Cane shrugged, he didn't know much about it either, yet, just what he'd pulled up while surfing on the tablet, however, it seemed the only branch other than magic, that he fit into. "On the technology side, they design security systems, build them, and stuff like that. I'm hoping I'll get to do a lot of mechanics."
One bicep flexed, and he grinned. "I like to do physical labor. I'd just been training as a journeyman auto mechanic when I was taken from the Res." He seemed a lot less defensive about his reservation. Or perhaps, that was just with Micajah?
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:04 pm
Micajah had to release a light hearted chuckle when Cane flexed his arm like he did, and he pretended to marvel over the size of it.
"Oh my, with arms like that you're surely able to carry more than one box at a time. Moving my room will be a snap then with you around."
He chuckled again before moving back to the topic before, almost like that part of their conversation had never happened, and he scribbled down a few things about guardians on the pad he had in front of him. Old habits died hard.
"So basically, bodyguards who build robots to protect others? It sounds very...Sci-Fi."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:08 pm
"Sure, I suppose so." Cane shrugged. "It's not all that complicated, once you look at the basics of this piece goes here, it does that. Then it's simple. Repairing things, you get into a sort of rhythmn with it." Cane's cheeks colored just slightly as he realized he was beginning to go on about something Micajah could probably care less about, and so he went back to his muscles, grinning. "I can lift more than boxes, trust me."
Was it possible that they were flirting? Who knew.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:15 pm
"I like the way machinery sounds like music at times, when it's running. It's like there are different notes being played by each part and together they make something like a symphony. I remember when I was little I always thought the radiator in my room sounded like a tuba or something when it turned on, and then like cymbals when it turned itself off."
Micajah grinned back at the talk of machinery, though his face moved into the expression of playful familiarity once Cane started again about what he could and could not lift up.
"Oh really now? I bet you couldn't lift a person taller than you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:28 pm
Cane snorted and raised a brow, gesturing to himself. "I'm not very tall, Mica." Which was true, Cane was, and was always going to be, about 5'7". Still, he was incredibly strong already, and that would only continue to grow. "I can pick up many people taller than me. That's no challenge."
He probably couldn't pick up Proffessor Gideon, though he could probably knock him over. Grinning at the blonde, he shrugged. "I could carry you around all day, though."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:47 pm
"Carry me? I doubt that'd be much fun since I'm the type to wiggle around in someone's arms. I don't know how I'd react to be carried, but I know I don't like being held so much."
Kind of a lie, considering Micajah didn't know how he'd been when Gideon carried him since he was out cold, and he didn't really recall the hug that same teacher had given him when he was sobbing that same evening in the hospital.
"You're game to try if you think you can handle it, though I did give far warning."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:55 pm
Cane's chair scraped back as he got to his feet in a lightning quick, fluid motion. Only a split second later, and he had Micajah in his arms with a laugh. One arm held the boy under his arms, the other hooked under his knees. "I think I can handle it."
Micajah was wrong. It was pretty fun so far. Still, it definitely wasn't school work. One had to wonder how much Cane would get done with Mica here.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:47 am
He couldn't get used to being swept off his feet no matter how many times it seemed to have happened to him, this being the third to his memory anyway, as soon as his shoes left the ground Chon quickly turned white and Micajah started to wriggle. The more he moved the dumber he felt, reflected by his butterfly turning a shade of what looked to be puce, and after a few moments he finally managed to get himself free.
He landed on the ground on his feet, luckily, he his cheeks burned bright red as he had to properly adjust his clothing around him. His jacket was a little mussed and his hair was a little askew, but otherwise he looked no worse for the wear other than the tomato-like face he sported.
"Ah, well, you've made you point, so...I think we should call it quits for today. I mean, we should stop here and maybe pick up at a later time - you can give some self study a try. You're getting better at reading without me."
Micajah was backing slowly towards the door, his face still red but his voice calm and polite. Chon moved near him and changed to a shade of purple that seemed to be Micajah's neutral, and the teen smiled one more time before the heel of his foot struck the side.
"Perhaps I'll see you when you help me move? I need to get my things in by tomorrow so...I'll go pack then now. See you soon."
He opened the door quickly and slid out into the hall, slamming it behind him and taking a deep breath. With a slap to his face Micajah shook his head once or twice and then started to run down the hall to the doors that led outside.
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