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 Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 7:36 am
[ PROFESSOR ]
Unlike her colleagues, Aeryn in particular, the Professor didn't particularly mind if her students were late. At least, she didn't go hunting for them -- a simple tap on the mind sufficed as a quiet promise that if the wayward student contacted didn't get to class immediately... And the Professor didn't have to move from her seat in the wooden high-backed chair in the front of her room.
She sent out one such message then -- Ryan -- was all she sent and she settled back in her chair to begin her lesson.
Today they were working solely on telekinesis; the Professor started the class off as she always did with a full twenty minutes of meditation. If her students couldn't control their minds then they might as well give up in her course.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 3:57 pm
[8:08]
Ryan’s back was pressed firmly against the tree as he watched Professor Sheppard disappear in thin air. ‘Alright, I’m safe…’ He thought as he relaxed a little. His eyes began to wander around the school grounds once more. Everything seemed clear, or so he thought.
Click…
‘Busted…’ Ryan thought as he turned around and met Professor Sheppard’s gaze. “Uhh, hello Professor Sheppard…” was all he managed to say before the Professor laid into him. He said something about Professor Aeryn, but Ryan wasn’t paying attention. Then he heard the words ‘show up early tomorrow’, that really screwed him over and made him pay attention. ‘Aw crap…’ He thought as Professor Sheppard disappeared. ‘Everyone knows that when he says detention, he get’s too creative…’ He thought as he stepped out from behind the tree.
- - Ryan - -
As Ryan began walking to her class, he heard her voice. Who’s voice you ask? No one, not even the staff, knew. ‘Aw man double busted…’ He thought as he quickened his pace. ‘I’m on my way…’ He thought, knowing that somehow, she could hear him.
[8:10]
Ryan made it to the door and stopped before opening it. ‘I've got to clear my mind…’ He thought as he cleared his mind of EVERYTHING he was thinking about, or tried to at least. She probably already read his thoughts like a book, but never-the-less, he still wanted a clear head before walking in. ‘Alright, here we go…’ He thought as he twisted the door knob and walked in.
‘Sorry, Professor…’ Ryan thought as he made his way to his seat towards the back of class. ‘Aw double crap…’ He thought as he sat down and almost hit himself. ‘I don’t have any of my books!’
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:50 am
As he grew ever closer in his approach to his class, a feeling of discomfort grew within Casey. He couldn't explain it, nor the goosebumps that riddled the dark skin on his arms, but it slowed his pace. His breathing slowed too, yet his heart began to race. He raised a hand to his brow to wipe away sweat that was not there, though he felt clammy enough to be perspiring. His eyesight dulled as he walked, instinctively opening his other senses as he began to feel more and more like prey, and the waxed linoleum floor under his feet melted away into a luminescent river while the walls vibrated. Through the pounding of his heart he struggled to listen for the first sign of danger, though there should be none here at this school (despite its nature), and he struggled to keep his feet moving. He knew, in his heart and in the cold feeling in his gut, that if he stopped then he wouldn't have a chance against... whatever it was that haunted this hallway.
Though he had no magic of his own, or any other ability to speak of, Casey had spent enough time at this school to know when the tell-tale scent of it lingered. It was a poor way to describe the arcane residue left behind any spell or spirit, but it was the only way in his language. He took none of the advanced magical classes and was not equipped with the means to describe, identify, analyse and control magic.. but his human instinct equipped him with enough ability to feel it when it breathed down his neck.
As if taunting his thoughts, Casey felt a brief, soft touch scrape across the back of his neck and he stopped walking. Perfectly still, near to shivering now as the cold in the hallway became a physical reality and no longer his own imagining, he did not turn. He would not give the beastie the satisfaction of fear on his face. His eyes lifted down the hallway and, for a reason that escaped him, he noticed that the door to the basement access was ajar. He actually smiled, wondering if that would be the last thing he saw, and then the feeling stopped. The touch was gone, as was the cold, and he whirled to look behind him, all thought of remaining stoic and brave now gone.
Face to face with the Headmaster, those feelings were suddenly more far gone than ever before, possibly never to return. Despite the ridiculous horn-rimmed glasses that he wore, the intensity of the Headmaster's blue gaze burned wherever he cast it.. and right now it was directly on Casey. He missed the soft touch of the sun outside even more.
"Get to class." Was all the white-maned man said, and Casey did not remember walking, or running, the distance to Sheppard's classroom. He did not remember entering or mumbling any excuse, nor seating himself, and he suspected that he did not actually do any of those things. He was present, accounted for, and too deeply in shock to worry about the tardiness.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:54 am
Aeryn shut the door with a flick of her wrist before looking up a the girl that remained in the room. She stared at her for a long time, scrutinizing her with a cold gaze, before removing her glasses with a slow, deliberate hand.
"Do you know," She began, straining to control emotion behind her voice. "How very special you are?"
It was against the rules. This, what Aeryn was doing, but she did not care. The Headmaster had his pets throughout the centuries and Aeryn had her own, though they paled in comparison.. until now. This girl that stood before her, this waif filled with extraordinary potential, could be shaped into something magnificent. Of all of the faculty in this school, Aeryn would be the one to do it, and she would do it before any of the rest caught on in time to stop her.
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 4:32 pm
[ ISABEL ]
Apprehensive, Isabel twirled her pencil in her hands as she steeled herself for what Professor Aeryn had to say. It was evident from her words, layered with anxiety and spoken in a rushed voice, that she wasn't expecting what she heard.
"I know, Professor, I am so sor -" she broke off when what her ears had actually heard caught up with her brain. "- what? I mean - thank you, but..." Isabel trailed off, shrugging awkwardly as her cheeks flushed. She was pleased by the praise, of course, but also embarrassed because she didn't know that her talent warranted it. There were kids who could morph themselves into animals at the school and do all sorts of fantastic and flashy things. And they could do it on command, to boot.
Isabel was just an artist; the only thing that separated her from other artists all around the world was that sometimes her "live" art was a little more lively.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 10:38 pm
Aeryn laughed softly as she came around her desk and walked slowly, deliberately, past Isabel. "Imagine, if you will, the power to manipulate the fabric of reality with a single thought." She raised her hand and began to twist a strand of her blonde hair idly as she continued, as if she was speaking only to herself. "To imagine an object, a creature, an army into existence with nothing more than the will to do so."
The Instructor waved at the window, "To conjure night when it is day," she waved at the floor, "To sunder the earth below one's feet," and she gestured to herself, "Or to kill, with one single, deliberate, thought."
Aeryn came back around to Isabel then, a dark light in her eyes and the hint of a wicked smile barely kept in check. "Can you imagine, Isabel, how special a being with that power would be?" Then, sobering, she added with almost a whisper: "How dangerous?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 10:38 am
[ ISABEL ]
Isabel had never thought of her talent like that - she was an artist, at heart. She wanted to create beautiful things to be admired, and she only saw her talent as a way to create particularly life-like sculptures without really having to work with the material... But she did like sculpting with clay - what would happen if a clay figurine came to life? she wondered. How would it be different from a drawing that died easily?
No - those were thoughts for when she had mastered her drawing ability. Professor Aeryn's thoughts about her power were.. shocking, to say the least. Kill? Where was the artist's beauty in that?
"Uhm - well - I guess," Isabel said nervously, trying to sound as noncommittal as possible. "I mean - I thought my bull was going to kill me this morning. That's pretty dangerous, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 10:50 am
[ PROFESSOR ]
It is fortunate then, that we will not be needing our textbooks today, the Professor instructed the class.
She led them through the first half hour of meditation, and then from a box on her desk rose small, fragile crystal balls, each roughtly the size of a child's fist. Two each rested in front of every one of her students. We worked on levitating objects last class, the Professor said coolly. And today we will work on control - don't break these. Meditate while you tap into your mental power. Don't lose control, or you will drop your sphere and it will shatter.
She stood and calmly watched her students, the cowl of her hood shifting as she looked at each in turn - until she felt the disturbance, the shift in her mental grasp of the academy. Keep working on this until the bell rings. If you break both your spheres sit and continue your meditation. I have something I must attend to.
Swiftly did the professor leave the classroom, heading towards Aeryn's class.
Aeryn's door was closed but the professor knew she was in there with a student not yet firm in her own ideas or confident in her capabilities. Aeryn's type.
Without knocking the professor swept into the room, bringing her hood down to fix a reproving gaze on Aeryn's face. Isabel, child, you are dismissed. To Aeryn alone did the professor sharply think, This is against the rules.
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:19 am
Aeryn let out a long, slow sigh as the Professor entered her classroom and, assuredly, dismissed Isabel from her presence. She smiled at the pale woman before her as Isabel left the classroom; what was done was done, the seeds of her intent already planted. As Isabel's primary teacher for her particular gift, there were few others that had the influence with her that Aeryn had.
Returning to her desk to retrieve her glasses, Aeryn slipped them on and smiled innocently to her fellow faculty. "Against the rules? Why, whatever could you mean? " She crossed her arms and adopted a stern expression. "Isabel is an exceptional student with exceptional barriers she must overcome in order to master her abilities, for that purpose I was simply.. broadening her expectations of herself." And, with any luck, casting some heavy doubts to be lifted later by one trusted advisor.
"As for the rules..." Aeryn's yellow-green eyes flashed angrily for a moment, her memory surging with emotion. "Sometimes, whatever my dear husband doesn't know won't kill him." Or, with a measure of hope, it would. Even just a little bit.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:28 am
[ PROFESSOR ]
The Professor stared at Aeryn coolly and shook her head. You unsettle the balance, she told Aeryn. Isabel is an exceptional student -- perhaps she should be transferred to the headmaster's primary students.
The Professor let the threat linger - Isabel could, conceivably, earn the headmaster's attention if she learned more control, and if she did she would be out of Aeryn's reach. And the Professor did not trust whatever Aeryn had in mind, not when just this once incident disturbed the balance. A spindle could not twine thread well if it was pushed too hard and spun too quickly.
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:09 pm
Aeryn bristled and glared at the woman before her before finally getting a control over herself. It was true, the balance should not be unsettled. The thought of that brought fear even to herself, a being of her power, and she would not make it happen. Not herself, anyways.
"You're right, of course." She tipped her head in a mimicry of respect. "But you would no sooner hand Isabel over to my husband than you would allow me to continue with my own endeavors. We both know that when he gets particularly excited he is an even greater threat to your tapestries than I have ever been." Which was exactly what Aeryn could count on. Give him a bone, and he would run for miles around the earth before realizing that there was more where that bone came from.
"I will continue with Isabel's basic instruction." The blonde said. For now, anyways. Upset the balance? Well then, she would simply need to find a way to keep that balance in check while she continued to pursue her agenda.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 1:50 pm
“Ah I see you made it to class finally…”Sheppard had intended to use the boy’s name at that point but stop short when he realized he could not remember it, “So chapter eight page…umm…86 yeah. Now that you’re here I’m going to put several of the equations up on the board for you to write down. This isn’t a math class so there is no reason for you to have to memorize these. Even accounts today have these handy when their minds start to wonder, so I will provide them for each test and quiz but you will have to write them down for homework.”
The professor noticed how suddenly the boy had arrived in his desk, and had to admit he wasn’t even capable of doing that. He did know who was however and he considered the boy lucky for ending up on the Headmaster’s good side.
*****
“Alright that’s the bell,” Sheppard spoke as he closed the book and stretched a bit from his podium.
“Professor the bell has not…” as if on cue the chime from the bell rang out and the student simply decided not to finish that sentence.
“Alright you have your assignments; those are due by end of the week. There should be enough there to keep you occupied,” The professor always went through lectures fast trying to get through the material with a decent pace which often meant he assigned homework for the entire week rather than day by day, “You Casey right? Yeah hang out for a bit will have to address the late arrival. Alright everyone I doubt you want to hang out in this class room much longer get going,” as the students filed out Sheppard was now sitting in the now empty desk behind Casey looking out the window, “So, I’ll let you go first in why you were late after having been given a head start.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 5:40 pm
Casey could reply, 'Because I don't know what I doing here!' which was how he truly felt, but the boy just shrugged. His mind was on what happened in the hallway more than anything, and his uncharacteristically melancholy mood was in serious demand of a reason to be cheerful. He didn't want to take advantage of Professor Sheppard's usual easy-going nature, so he finally pried his eyes from the window and managed a sincere apologetic look.
"I just felt the urge to wander, Professor. I can't explain it. I know that I'm not even usually here on time, but it's the honest truth." Casey wasn't sure if Professor Sheppard would even believe him, he sure wouldn't believe himself if the situation was reversed. So what was next? Detention? An extra assignment? Maybe Sheppard was going to kick him out of his class. Whatever it was, he was still glad to be here over that hallway.
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