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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 6:49 pm
 Writing down the Ninth Law, Grave felt Mathiaz return the note, and carefully took it into his lap. He glanced quickly at the writing scrawled on it and then flipped it over to write on the backside of the parchment piece.
So do I, do you want to head to the Teacher's Lounge together?
Grave marked down number ten in his notebook, eagerly looking forward to class to be over. He wanted to check on Torrid too.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 6:59 pm
 When Mat got that note back and read it, he smiled slightly ... it would be good to go with someone. He wasn't afraid of Bardane ... but still ...
Sure, sounds good, he wrote and quickly slipped the note back before the last rule popped up.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 6:59 pm
With the now-familiar crack of the wand against the wall and the Tenth and final Law appeared beneath the other shimmering nine. Bardane recited it with his clear oratory. "Number 10. All Empyreans must obey the Laws of the Metatrons." Bardane placed the wand on top of his desk and clasped his hands behind his back. "While this last one is merely a re-enforcer of the Ninth Law, we want to make it perfectly clear, that the reason you all exist, the very reason you sit here before me, and will someday be given purchase to the city is because of the Metatrons. Everything you have, and everything you are allotted is by the Metatrons' Grace. You owe them your allegiance, your obedience, and your love." Bardane tapped one hoof against the ground as the clock on his desk made one last tick. "And those are the Laws of Empyrean City. Follow them and prosper, young ones. Make the Metatrons proud." And then Bardane returned to the chair behind his desk and sat. Class was dismissed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:08 pm
 Ubel had remained steadily silent through the rest of class, writing notes carefully and precisely - he focused just for the sake of not getting furious with Bardane again, wanting to keep his tongue and temper in check. The moment class was dismissed, though, he slammed his notebook closed and shoved it, his quill, and his inkwell into his bag, closing it tightly, before getting to his feet. "Let's go, Torrid," he whispered. "Infirmary."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:18 pm
So. Class was over. Good. At least now she would have some company... If anyone wanted to be around her any more, of course. She had acted quite the fool in class, and was sure that overly melodramatic exit had made more enemies than friends. Of course, she hadn't done it for the admiration of the others, had she? Perhaps it appeared as if she had. Hopefully, her words spoke as loud as the closing of the classroom door, so that others would understand why she had done what she had done.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:23 pm
Mat quickly shoved notebook, quill and inkwell down into his bag and stood up. He glanced toward the back of the room and wondered ... "Hey Grave ... d'you want to go with Ubel and Torrid first?" After all, Torrid had to be hurting. And Mat sort of felt bad for him ... that had been completely unfair.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:25 pm
Torrid finished the last law with a groan and a heavy, shakey sigh of relief. He stashed his quill, inkwell and parchment in his bag before grabbing a clean sock to soak up the blood on his left hand that had gathered into a pool on his upturned palm. He looped the strap of his bag around his wrist so he wouldn't have to grab it, and shouldered it gingerly.
"Alright 'Bel, let's go." Torrid cast one last searching look at his professor as he turned to make for the door.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:30 pm
Grave smiled thankfully at Mathiaz as he fell into step with him. "I'd like that, yes please." Grave murmured, tucking the last of his supplies into his satchel as he made his way up the aisle. Grave looked for Torrid among the milling students and was felt a rush of pride watching Torrid struggle on despite his injuries.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:32 pm
Bardane watched the students leave with a great deal of relief. The negative energy in the room was making him antsy and irritable. He felt eyes on him, and looked up qith a swift glance to catch sight of Torrid peering at him. Bardane steadied his hands on the desk before him and offered a warm, proud smile. Be well, Torrid. You'll become a glorious Empyrean someday...
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:33 pm
Mat nodded to Grave with a quick, reassuring grin ... and headed toward the back of the class where he'd seen Torrid and Ubel. "Torrid," he murmured, reaching over. "I can carry that for you ..." He didn't take the bag from him though, just offering ... not pushing. If Torrid wanted to carry it he would let him. He deserved to keep some pride after that ...
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 8:00 pm
Torrid felt his eyes widen, and he got the impression of witnessing a rare sight to see his teacher smile. It was such a thing of beauty that the memory of Bardane's terrible wrath faded in his mind, troubling him less.
He heard Mat speak beside him, and turned to respond and offer a grateful, albeit weak, smile. "Nah, Mat... 'm fine thanks." Looking past him, he caught sight of Grave and half-smiled again.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 8:07 pm
Grave fidgeted a little guiltily. "How're your hands, Torrid?" Grave asked softly, wondering if he could even be heard over the shuffling of student's feet and school supplies. He was struggling with the urge to hurl himself bodily at Torrid and smother him in a hug. He kept trying to keep his eyes on Torrid's face, but they kept darting to the Choleric's hands, catching glimpses of swollen welts, and Grave's heart continued to lurch within his chest. Recalling something he learned from the books he'd borrowed from the library, Grave folded his right hand into Bhudy and took a deep breathto steady his heart, and seperate his mind from his emotions. After a few breaths he felt his heartbeat stabilize and his mind calm. He offered Torrid a supportive smile and kept close to his elbow.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 8:11 pm
((*issoslow*))
Ubel kept by Torrid, waiting patiently for him, looking up only when Grave and Mat came over. When they did, he still kept quiet, giving them a chance to talk to the Choleric, and waiting for his own chance to get Torrid to the Infirmary, wanting to get his hands taken care of. The small Melancholic fidgeted a bit, adjusting his hold on his bag.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 8:17 pm
Mat glanced over toward Ubel then, offering another smile. "You ok..?" he asked, noticing the look on the other's face. He knew they should probably get going, but ... he didn't like Ubel looking upset. Not anymore than he did Grave looking like that.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 8:17 pm
"They hurt a lot." Torrid answered simply. "But I'll be alright." Grave did something with his hands; he recognized it as a mudra, though he wasn't sure which. He seemed to calm down after that and Torrid was reassured.
Pushing the classroom door open, he exited into the hallway and started making his way to the infirmary.
((See you guys on the morrow <3 ))
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