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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:37 pm
 Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian snorted. "It won't stop until you are clean. So stop bitching and just let it do it's job." He said as he wrung his shirt out in the sink and laid it on a heater to dry. "So tell me, what made you come crashing into my classroom? Are you a student and running from someone or are you lost?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 4:30 pm
 Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Metatron looked up at the man lazily as the brush scrubbed over his head, "You never were a very good listener. I said it was an accident. Sure it wasn't my best landing but I'm a bit out of practice." After Metatron was clean enough to not entirely slip again he grabbed onto one of the tables and pulled himself up. He gave Stelian a look of childish distress, "Do I really look like a student? Oh man..." Metatron began to look over himself as if it was the first time he got a good look at what he actually look like. He even took his necklace in his hand and turned it over like he'd ever seen it before.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:49 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian rolled his eyes as he continued to move around the room. "With that attitude and reaction I would say you were. but if you arent then why are you at this school?" There was something off with the guy and it made his ink itch.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:13 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
"You haven't listened to a word I've said have you? And people say I'm deaf," Metatron said desperately before slamming himself down on the table with a loud whine. Metatron layed there for a minute, bending over the table groaning before he noticed the brush scrubbing him again and he spun around and tried to kick it away, "I'm in hell. I fell and I'm in hell. I'm being attacked by a brush with a brain, being asked questions by a guy without one, I have paint in places I didn't know I had, and the old fart wont let me friggin' go home!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:30 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian scratched at the part of the tattoo that was over his shoulder and down his chest, the ink seemed to move under the light, but that could have just been a trick of the light. "yeah yeah accident, whatever, look I dont know what crazy juice you drank but you may want to start making sense you are making Varic edgy."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:45 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Metatron began to ignore the brush again as he leaned his elbow against the table and turned to Stelian. It seemed the man only had enough of an attention span to keep his attention on one thing at a time and at this moment it was Stelian. "Well maybe if you'd ask the right questions, you'd get the right answers wise guy." For a fraction of a second, Metatron seemed to get a serious look on his face as he eyed the man's tattoos, noticing them for the first time. This, however was short lived when the brush slipped up his pants leg and he let out a loud noise, "Would you just call it off already? I promise I wont touch anything!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:47 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian rolled his eyes again as he snapped his fingers and pointed to the giant muliti-ciolored puddle on the floor. The brush began to scrub at the floor as two more brushes joined it. "Something ain't right with you. What's your deal?" He asked, getting right to the point.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:56 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Metatron shook his leg as he was free of the brush and dusted himself off as he was starting to feel more damp then wet. Metatron put up his arms in mock surrender as the right question still was not asked. "I'm just the messenger," He said with a stupid grin on his face.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:59 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian's eyes narrowed, the amber seeming to come alive with heat. "Messanger for who?" He asked, the ink on his skin seeming to shiver. It's not right....it smells wrong. A hissing voice filled the room.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:08 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Metatron's face fell as he heard the man's question. Damn, that was the right question. Metatron saw the agitation in not only Stelian but also in his tattoo. He scratched his head a moment trying to see if there was a way to get out of this. It wasn't really Metatron's style to lie and besides he had been told specifically not too. "Is who I work for really that important I mean, the big guy's really popular and all but there are plenty of other nice and interesting questions you could ask me. I mean we haven't even been properly introduced," Metatron said nervously.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:17 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian's fingertips began to spark and glow red. He was not one for people evading a simple question and the way this guy was was really sending off warning bells in his head. and the way the ink on his skin was reacting to him didnt help matters. "I am Stelian Maximoff-Rogers, a Romani Gypsy hailing from the glorious country of Romania, and you have Varic on edge which is putting me on edge. This 'big guy' you are talking about sounds awefuly suspicious since the only big guy I know is big and green. but really i highly doubt you are talking about Dr. Banner." He said folding his arms over his chest. Not Dr. Banner...something else....something dangerous. the hissing continued as the tattoo began to shift and saway along his skin.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:28 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Metatron brough his hands up in front of him defensively and started to back away, "Wow hold on dude. No need to get excited. I'm not the fighting type and I'm really quite fragile. Now just keep your little hexes in your pocket, okay? Man, I'm not down here for five minutes and I'm already screwing things up. My names Metatron okay, can I go now?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:32 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor A hiss sounded as the tattoo began to lift off his skin. "Metatron is the name of an angel, the voice of the Catholic god, god to the ones that tried to kill us."Stelian froze. "Get the ******** out before you become Varic's lunch." He snapped as he tried to keep his will in tact enough for the angel to bolt. The ink, Varic, hissed and snarled but didn't move away from Stelian as the swirls of the ink turned into bright deadly looking red eyes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:38 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Metatron rose from his cowering position, "Does the phrase 'don't shoot the messenger' mean anything to you people?" Metatron turned and walked slowly towards the door. After he had completely walked out of the room he poked his head in with his same stupid smile and said, "Tell your dad we'll see him on Sunday." And with that he was gone, vanished without a trace.(exit)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:48 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian growled as he shot his hand out, a hex bolt flying into a block of marble and making it explode. Feel better? Varic asked as he hovered above Stelian. "Shut up Varic, it's your fault, if you didn't get so pissed I wouldnt. You know we're connected you damned incoporial b*****d." He muttered as he grabbed a broom and began sweeping.
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