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 Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 9:15 am
Another bemused smile and Norman lifted his to wave as the second demon professor took his leave. The Headmaster was pleased that enough of the prospective teachers thought enough to seek him out, even if it wasn't necessary; he gave Ka'hmesh a polite smile as the teen also moved about, leaving him to his own thoughts. Clasping his hands behind his back, dark blue eyes watched the events unfold.
Green eyes laced with scrutiny traversed over the man who approached her. Fair in height but not in build; he was immediately dismissed as a threat and listed in her 'must be here for that other branch' book. "Alex," she replied in a surprisingly warm tone, not at all matching her brooding expression. "No Miss, no Professora, just Alex." Titles belonged to those who deserved them. That was why she was here and not badgering the hell out of a certain doctor.
Folding her arms across her stomach, she turned to properly face the man, giving a small shake of her head at the offered water. It was likely to turn into a weapon in her hands. "I'm just dandy, thanks anyway, Mister...?" A dark brow arched over her inquisitive gaze; two could play at this game.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 10:49 am
Gideon, water bottle now in hand, had been strolling through the room, heading for one of his fellow adults. A dark, curly haired man, however, he was side-tracked by catching Scyeth's angry tone, and paused, turning to enter the boy's conversation with a tall, clashing man.
Well above 6-feet tall, with wide-shoulders and muscles to compare, Gideon was nothing to laugh at, however, there was no doubt that the other man had dedicated his life to his body. Interesting. The redhaired demon doubted they would ever work in the same department.
Still, his black eyes briefly narrowed on the lumberjack, a brief flicker of distaste appearing on his face. He'd touched a student? Prior to offering a handshake? Rather unacceptable.
"You must be Scyeth Akazar." A slight smile touched the corner of his mouth when his eyes met the boy's. He did not offer condolences for his father. That could come some other time. "I can only assume you know my name, but for formalities sake to both of you, it is Gideon Burdock." Scyeth, if he did indeed know such things, would also be aware of Gideon's race, and a brief list of his accomplishments. Ah, well. All of that was public knowledge.
He greeted his fellow adult. "... I trust you don't mind me joining your conversation? After all, we're all adults here, and I am sure, can manage to discourse with several people at a time." No smile.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 11:30 am
The demon nodded and, as he was too far away form the table, held the second cup complacently in his hand. "Eh--I am sorry! I am 0 for 2 here... My name is Mr. Bandersnatch, but you may call me Quentin..." The older man smile pleasantly, looking down at his drink for a moment, ignoring the long curly tendrils that invaded his periphery.
"I am applying for the head of the magic department here. All the kids have been very helpful, like little gentlemen..." Ah well... some. He couldn't help but look back at Scy being harassed by a mountain of a man. He had to keep back a laugh when the boy howled like a cat. How fitting. Mr. Bandersnatch turned back to Alex, his grin broadening. "Are you employed here at Shinkami, Alex, or are you applying for a position as well?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 4:12 pm
Manda "Oh, yea, ok. That makes sense. Sorry if I sounded a bit rude there," Zach replied with a faint flush to his cheeks. Geez, he didn't want to sound like an idiot when they were all supposed to be so smart and stuff, and meeting potential new teachers here. Ugh.
"Really..? Do you one know someone who teaches?" Zach asked then, tilting head in an interested sort of manner.
"Don't apologize. You weren't rude at all, it seemed strange to me as well." Looking back at Zach, Nash smiled softly then leaned closer as if to tell a secret. "Well I don't know anyone here per se but I was hoping someone I did know would be here. I guess not so it's okay." He stood straight wondering what all the instructors hoped to gain from this school. "Say? Think we should go antagonize some of the potentials?" It appeared he was in the mood for a little mischievous fun, "I'm no good talking to adults on my own but maybe if I have someone close by it would help."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 10:27 am
"Quentin," she agreed, because saying 'Mr. Bandersnatch' would have gotten her in trouble. Laughing at someone's name was not the polite way to greet others. A dark brow lifted at his praise of the students, perhaps a little calmed by the kindness shown. "They're good kids," she agreed with a bit more warmth, a bit maternal around them. The next question made her stop and really look at him.
It was hard to tell if Alex was giving him kudos for not looking at her chest (where the ShinKami badge was) or if she was thinking him utterly daft. "I work here," she replied after a moment of silence and staring, "as the Offensive Secretary." She wrapped her slender fingers around the badge and lifted it, tugging on the blouse, her gaze fixated on the strange man. The woman couldn't help but try and check his ears when he lookd away; if he was an elf, she'd just as soon end the conversation and be on her way.
Damn that curly hair! Disgruntled, she glanced over as well to the student of his attention, her lips pressing into a thin line. It wasn't displeasure at the teen - even though they didn't get along, he was still a student of hers for the time being - but more at his attitude with those who would take her place. If anyone was going to chase them off, it would be her, thank you very much.
Turning her attention back to the taller man, she gave a small smile, easing the severe features of her face. "Magic, huh. Good luck with that," she said in earnest. "It'd be nice to have someone in there that wasn't all mystery and...all sparkly magical." She almost said elven. Alex really had to get over that prejudice, but she still couldn't tell if the man she was speaking to was of another race or not. It disquieted her, but she kept her misgivings to herself.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 11:50 am
Rown "My name? I'm called Micajah, a pleasure to meet you."
Micajah took the hand that came towards him without really looking up or paying attention, and when he finally did turn to notice his face burned bright red at the notice the hand he was holding was attached to a woman rather than a girly man. It was the same woman he'd notice when he had first come in, the one talking to Weiyuan, and it startled him that he could have dismissed her presence so easily. Was it because he had gotten so used to only men around the school that a woman didn't even register in his mind?
"Ah, so...you're one of the new Professors? Or at least, a candidate?"
She had to force herself to not laugh out loud at the look on his face. Honestly! Had he thought she was male or some such? "Yes," she said, "I'm applying to be the defensive secretary." Was something wrong with the poor boy's voice? He sounded hoarse, and Siona speculated on why- but there wasn't enough information, so in a casual tone she asked, "You're going into which of the schools?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 4:40 pm
Javier blinked quietly to himself, his mind a buzz of agitation. He had to make a good impression, because this student -Scyeth- was drilling a hole in his head with his eyes. It was absolutely haughty, arrogant, that glare of sorts, but the man found himself quite taken to the boy, and especially the words he muttered afterwards, like they were the truth of the world.
He grunted approvingly into the silence that filled the void after his departure, but it was too late. He didn't seem to have rubbed off the right way. Stuffing his hands roughly into his pockets, he walked on through the growing crowd, thinking quietly to himself.
It wasn't that he hated demons. It was hardly that at all, though he was sure Scyeth might have caught it that way. It was just that any other race brought back memories of the wars, the battles that he had tried so hard to forget. Sometimes, in the stifling quiescence the nights could provide, he could still smell her vanilla hair, like a paradox against his ugly scars.
He cursed under his breath. The day wasn't going well.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 5:49 am
Oh great. More people. What was he, some sort of circus attraction? Didn't people understand how anything worked around here? He was supposed to be interrogating them, not vice-versa! Scyeth shifted his attention to the newcomer, about to snarl something (since he was behaving like a feral dog, he may as well carry out the entire act) entirely unpleasant when he noticed the ears.
Gideon didn't even make a point to try and disguise them.
Mystified, Scyeth's foul temper slid away as quickly as it had boiled up. He had the insane urge to touch the older man's ears, see if they were real, but the youth got a hold of himself as soon as he realized he was raising his arm. Instead, he extended his hand for a shake, wicked grin locked back in place. Sure, he might be mesmerized, but he wasn't about to let these adults turn the tables on him.
"Yes, yes, Scyeth Akazar. Were you one of my father's associates?"
A pause. Hadn't he been calling Norman his father, recently? (If only to bother people?) Well, if Gideon was what he recalled from his brief scan of the files (it really was brief, and Scyeth was mostly interested in the man that would be replacing Greg), surely he'd know whom Scyeth was speaking of.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 9:18 am
"I've chosen to try and enter the magic division, so it seems like this may probably be the only time we'll actually see one another should you be granted a position here."
He released the hand gently and placed his fingers interlaced together, his eyes never leaving Siona's face as she spoke to him. There was something about her that seemed to tell him she thought about things far more than she spoke about them (but didn't they all?) and he wondered if that was a habit adults who were in a position of challenge oft possessed.
"Since you said you're apply for the Defensive Secretary position, what can you say you'll be doing for the students here? In what way are you making strides to aid them?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:02 pm
"Oh... wow... duh..." Truth be told it was a little bit of courtesy and a little bit of obliviousness, but Quentin knew if he looked down he would probably never look back up and that wasn't really socially acceptable, unfortunately. He was quite disquieted to see his nerves getting the best of him over something so trivial as an introduction or even a smooth conversation, but he had to admit it had been awhile since he had talk with anyone that didn't include weekly reports. "It would seem I am not making the greatest first impression..." Grinning like a fool, Mr. Bandersnatch shook his head pathetically.
"Oh how marvelous..." The demon remarked genuinely. Admittedly, he was surprised to see a woman as the offensive secretary at the school, but after their brief introduction she was quite the spitfire. She could probably beat him up, well if he wasn't a demon.... Even then she might. "Ehh well..." Quentin's laugh was like the purr a deep drum. "I am afraid I do sparkle, but I do not intend to be a stranger around student and teacher alike..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 11:59 pm
A quick grin tugged at Gideon's mouth, his eyes catching Scyeth's quite easily, once the boy was done staring at his ears. No, Gideon did not bother to hide them. After all, most found out about his heritage eventually, and he'd rather act as if he had nothing to hide. Besides, his eyes were slightly different, as well, no visible difference between pupil and iris. They were both entirely black, although, he could attempt to say it was simply a dark brown, but that would be a lie.
"If by associate, you mean came into contact with one another, yes." Gideon knew of the boy's father mainly by reputation, however, they had spoken at a few social gatherings, and been indirectly involved from time-to-time. It was inevitable, really. "If you mean regularly, no." Although, Gideon had spoken up in support of demon children mingling with humans and entering the school.
The demon didn't really dodge questions unless he had to. All of the children here were extremely intelligent, and would, no doubt, eventually have more power than he. They would find out whatever they wanted in due time, so there was no point in lying or covering things up.
"By now, I recognize the science and technology uniform. A soldier, perchance?" He smiled. Scyeth was smart enough to be a scientist, however, he seemed more hands-on and hotheaded than that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 5:28 am
Yes, well, even a little contact was much more than most other people at the school could say, with the exception of Norman. Scyeth also had to doubt his father ever spent too much time with one person in particular; the more he thought about it, the more the youth was willing to reckon his father had been paranoid. Not that it did him a whole lot of good, in the end.
But this wasn't the time, nor the place, to mourn losses, any of them, not just his father. The once-blond brushed his hair back again, making sure his ears were completely visible. If Gideon could do it, so could he. Gideon seemed like the straight-forward type, anyways. Scyeth wondered how he dealt with all the humans who expressed their distinct distaste with their race.
"Oh, yes. A soldier-in-training," Scyeth said with a firm nod. "I mean, I was kind of interested in magic, but I'd much rather be on the battlefront." Not that he actually had any sort of combat experience at all, but Scyeth had a pretty fantastic imagination when it came to that sort of thing. "I like the hard work." Working the body was much easier for him than trying to sit down and study.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 8:12 pm
Yes, Gideon had to deal with racist humans. How did he deal with it? He laughed and continued on with his day. The tall redhead was actually a good person, and often, simply through being himself, he got them over themselves.
His laugh wasn't mocking, but rather one of actual amusement and his eyes warmed, watching Scyeth push his hair back. "Ah, Scyeth, you shouldn't write magic off as easy." A smile. "Just as some science and technology students are in the background, some magic students, I am sure, will be in the forefront."
Gideon was clearly a fit man, or demon, if you prefered. The kind of work he was involved in... The retrieval of magical artifacts and persons? That took muscle from time to time. Know-how. In fact, Gideon was just as qualified to be in the Science and Technology department. He, however, went after his passion. Magic.
"Still, it takes a certain amount of bravery in this day and age to become a soldier. I commend you." His left brow rose. "Besides, the magic we naturally carry should help you, no matter the path you choose to take."
Yes, if he worked in the school, he would enjoy further conversations with the younger demon.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:38 pm
She sighed. "Well, that's quite a tragedy!" For a bare moment, Siona frowned, but then she found a smile somewhere. "I haven't the slightest clue yet," said the Punjabi woman brightly. "Since I don't know what you need, I cannot yet decide how to compensate for it. I'll certainly tell you when I know, though."
A question for a question, she thought. "What interests you about magic?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 4:29 pm
"It seemed more interesting then Science."
A vague answer for a vague answer. The woman wasn't saying anything that was of interest to Micajah, no matter how hard he wanted to listen to her figure out what she meant by not having a 'clue' as to what to do, Many people would have a plan for something like this, getting into a role as a teacher, but to simply walk into here with no idea as to what the future should try and bring irked him a little. It made her seem...unprofessional.
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