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 Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:04 am
 
This is a PRP between Van (Kurama no Koishi) and Phirun (Kyrieko).
Setting:
Everyday Academy life takes a change of pace when a captain of the Legion fills in as the lecturer in Introduction to Weapons and Magic History.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:05 am
“...and that concludes the unit on rural mountain weaponry and magic. Are there any questions?” The end of the ruler Van held in her hand connected with her other palm, making a dull clapping sound. Violet eyes peered out into the full lecture hall, searching for raised hands. Her gaze was met with none, and no stray calls of “Captain Au!” reached her ears. The students were in varying states of mind—some looked bored to death, others keenly interested, though with some of them she couldn’t be sure as to whether they had been paying attention to the lecture or whether they had been paying attention to her. Either way, no one had fallen asleep.
She was a military captain, after all, not a professor of weapons and magic history. Three years ago, when Van had graduated, she thought she’d never step onto the Academy grounds again. Yet as circumstance would have it, the professor in charge of this class had fallen ill, and while it was customary to call upon another professor to substitute, the man had instead asked one of his former pupils to direct the course during his leave. His logic was sound enough, for weapons history had been one of Van’s best subjects, and her family history was rooted in the northern mountains of Lunaria. Even without a teaching credential, the woman was versed enough in the subject to teach the introductory level class.
Still, the sudden appearance of a captain in the classroom had taken some getting used to—Van was more used to ordering fighters around than coddling fresh-faced students, and she’d seemed a bit severe over the first few days. Just as she was getting used to it, though, the unit had come to a close and the captain was out of her temporary position. “Now then,” she began again, turning to pick up a stack of papers from the desk she was leaning on, “I will begin handing back last week’s exams. Once you receive your test, you may leave.”
As she called out names and the students filed toward the front of the room to collect their graded papers, she couldn’t help the bittersweet feeling welling up in her gut. Come nighttime, she’d be back to war. These kids had no idea how easy their lives were. “Chhan, Phirun.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:19 pm
Just like he usually did in lectures, Phirun had been sure to seat himself somewhere towards the mid-back rows. The very back drew as much attention to you as the front rows did. It was safer to blend in with those in the middle. He quietly took notes on things he felt were important to remember or something he just found interesting in the lecture itself. He never raised a hand to ask a question and definitely never spoke to any of his peers of his own accord. The only exceptions were when one of them initiated the conversation first. Or he happened to notice them struggling with their belongings and he offered to help.
The clap of the ruler against palm startled him, wide indigo eyes staring up at the front of the room. Like this particular class didn't unnerve him enough on its own, they also had a substitute professor. One that, from the whispers he had overheard, was a Captain herself. Phirun just made sure to shrink in his seat whenever possible to avoid being called on. She intimidated him. Oh alright she flat out terrified him! Not only was she a Captain, but she was a she! He didn't know how to talk to girls! They were a frightening creature and he'd seen one too many times the way they giggled at boys like himself, teasing them and playing hard to get.
Phirun shivered, eyes darting around just to make sure it wasn't one of those shivers. The ones that usually meant a drop in temperature and a sense of something. He so did not need that on top of lecture!
Hearing their substitute Professor's voice again, he blinked, staring back up at her. At least no one could ever claim he was distracted by a lovely lady! In fact he was a good student! Or tried very hard to be one. It did make his father proud-
"Chhan, Phirun."
He froze, heart literally skipping a beat. Oh no. Ohnononono. She'd just called his name! His name! Phirun swallowed, having some difficulty in making himself rise. It took quite a bit of effort, but he managed that. Now, all he had to do was make it to the front of the room. He hunched his shoulders and hesitantly made his way towards the front. Once in front of her, he was almost like a cowering kitten accepting his exam paper. "T-Thank...you...ma'am." His tone was nothing but polite and soft with a hint of the underlying fear and horrible shyness he felt. Phirun also couldn't bring himself to look up at meet her gaze either. That would just send him into utter inability to form words and probably shake like a leaf!
"You're lecture...was very good." He added shyly, not quite in squeaking levels yet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 7:13 pm
Van hadn’t bothered going out of her way to learn the names of the students in the class, given that her teaching stint was supposed to be short and sweet, especially now that she’d completed giving the information the school held her accountable for. In fact, she’d had to ask a few of the kids to repeat their names to her just now, in order for her to properly unite student with exam paper. While Van hadn’t been the one to grade them, she couldn’t help but glance at the scores as she handed them back, though no judgment displayed itself on her face when she came across a particularly good or bad student. That simply wasn’t diplomatic, now was it?
She handled the last exam between two fingers as she searched the classroom for the last student, the one whose name she’d just announced. It took a mere moment—he was the only one without a test, where everyone else was poring over the papers, checking to see where they might’ve gone wrong. Turning to the boy, largely unaware of the fact that he may very well have been terrified at her presence, Van held his exam out, the score face-down. It was an ominous gesture to those who never did well, but in reality it was only to preserve the students’ privacy.
“Well done,” she murmured, only now noticing the rather wide-eyed expression on Phirun’s face as he tried not to look at her. Oh dear. The captain honestly had not been planning on pressing the subject further. Nervous enemies were preferable to nervous students, and Van was trying to seem a bit more open as a teacher, but for the boy’s sake it might have been better to leave him alone.
He surprised her with words just as she began to turn away, and Van looked back down at him, the hint of a smile just touching the corners of her lips. Her time as a stand-in professor was worth it if even one student found that she’d been effective, wasn’t it? Placing a now-empty hand on her hip, she leaned against the large desk in front of the room, curiosity blooming behind her violet eyes. “Why thank you, Phirun. May I ask what you liked about it?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:07 pm
That's what he got for being polite! The boy's face was probably embarrassingly red at this point, eyes firmly planted on his feet. His shoulders were hunched awkwardly as he attempted to hide his face behind the worn scarf around his neck. But it wasn't as successful as he'd have liked. Really, as if trying to be around other people wasn't nerve wracking enough! Trying to speak and not flee when it was a female somebody was like the equivalent of a mouse trying to lift a house.
Basically, somewhere in heart attack levels and ohGoddesshelphim.
The acknowledgement of doing something alright drew his eyes up shyly, making the flush to his pale skin obvious. "T-Thank...you." He squeaked out quietly. His eyes quickly fell, though instead of returning to his feet, Phirun actually took a peek at his exam. A slight (very slight) bit of tension left his shoulders when he saw it. Father would be proud of that!
Hearing Miss Van ask him a question made the boy swallow thickly. He felt awkward being singled out (even though that was not exactly what she was doing) while at the same time he felt exceptionally guilty of being uncomfortable around her simply because she was a girl. Oh why did he have to be such a wimp when it came to them?
Feeling that it would be very rude to talk to Miss Van staring down, Phirun hesitantly lifted his gaze again. "U-uhm...well. I-I just..." Okay. Remember to breathe. And speak slowly. Don't panic. "I can't...r-really pick one part." He admitted bashfully. "But it was...well, I just thought it was really n-neat and informative with how descriptive and carefully you explained stuff." A very small smile formed on Phirun's face. "I've never been much of a fighter, y-you see." He added. "So sometimes, the Professors speak of weapons and the like as if everyone understands them." Like himself. Not that his grades or scores ever reflected this. He was just good at paying attention.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 3:33 am
In her short lifetime, Van had met her fair share of shy and cripplingly awkward boys, mostly during her time at the Academy. The dynamic between men and women within the army was markedly different, if only because the captain was usually barking orders at her men rather than making sure their feathers weren’t ruffled. So when Phirun’s face turned several shades of red, it was all she could do to maintain a carefully serious expression, one that hid the smile fighting to surface on her face. Lifting her eyes briefly, it was easy to see that the other students were all filing out of the room, most likely eager to put distance between them and the history class.
There were a few minutes before the next period started, and it wasn’t Van’s intention to keep this particular student from his next class, if he had one. He seemed to be a diligent student, and she wasn’t about to interfere with that by making him tardy. Still, when he finally lifted his gaze to meet hers, she couldn’t help but let the smile just touch the corners of her glossy lips. It was her turn to accept the compliment. “Thank you,” she stated, her tone crisp and neat. The captain seemed pleased—though she hadn’t advertised the fact, this had been the first time she’d given an extended lecture of any sort. Mission briefings and debriefings simply weren’t the same.
Clicking her tongue at the mention of incompetent professors, Van found herself shaking her head slightly. “Your weapon is an extension of your body. It must be carefully understood to serve you well,” A hint of severity had crept back into her voice, her disapproval apparent. But Van was unhappy with the system and with the professors who thought theory could be glossed over in favor of blind hands-on practice, not with the student standing in front of her. Realizing this, she purposely relaxed her expression, turning once to Phirun with a more friendly smile. “But you seem to understand this,” she finished, an obvious reference to the grade on his exam.
She had no idea of knowing whether he was training to be a fighter or whether he wanted to pursue the soul conduit path. Each had their strengths and weaknesses, and she didn’t know Phirun well enough to make an educated assessment. Remembering Sara, her Priestess friend, she felt obligated to add, “Not everyone has to be a fighter, Phirun. Soul conduits are just as honorable, and valuable to your cause.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:49 pm
Oh Goddess was his heart pounding right now. And that warmth he felt against his face was most definitely a blush. He felt awkward and unsure of how to keep up a polite conversation, let alone getting out the compliment about Miss Van's lecture! Why was it so difficult to talk to females? Of course that thought alone made him shift his weight from one foot to the other, eyes staring just beyond her shoulder. Meeting her eyes had suddenly become very difficult. But he did catch the smile, letting his eyes drift back up to hers. And that smile crept along his lips.
"You're...welcome." He said shyly, glancing down at his exam paper once again as his smile grew a little more. His father and uncle would be so proud!
He blinked, looking back up at Miss Van hearing the tone in her voice. Phirun's eyes widened a little, wondering if maybe he'd done something wrong bringing up that subject. But the words she spoke, they were similar to what he himself had thought during the lectures he sat in, quietly taking notes. He nodded his head a little bashfully in response, ducking his head against his scarf again. "I-I had...always found that to make more sense." He ventured. "But...but what if you never find....a w-weapon you feel that way with?" It was a question he had often wondered, but never been brave enough to ask. Funny...that it's Miss Van I finally asked, he thought quietly to himself.
Her added comment startled him, earning a wide stare up at the Captain, mouth slightly agape. Did...did she know then? Phirun had never really told anyone about that side of him. Well, to be more precise he never really told anyone anything. Except his family. "R-Really...?" There was a small hint of hope in his quiet voice.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 3:32 am
She would have to be blind not to notice the nerves that were shaking the student standing before her, but Van acted like she didn’t anyway. The Legionnaire was also unaccustomed to this sort of social interaction, in a way—usually she wasn’t required to try to calm those she discomforted. Still, it was clear that Phirun had gotten the short end of the proverbial stick. Clasping her hands behind her back, deciding then that there wasn’t much she could do to illustrate that she wasn’t going to bite, she merely nodded.
Van pondered the question for a bit, taking a moment to marvel at the fact that Phirun clearly gave the material taught in class some thought, rather than memorizing and regurgitating facts for exams as most students usually did. What was more surprising was that he was suggesting no particular affinity to weapons in spite of this. Either way, the captain wasn’t immediately able to empathize with the younger Lunarian. She’d grown up in a military family, and had always been certain of her path as a warrior. There were weapons she didn’t prefer to use, sure, but that was the extent of her aversion.
“There’s more to the fighting arts than the heft of a weapon in your hands,” she began, finally finding words. “Indeed, I know of many Lunarians who wage war with only their bare hands, and even with soul magic. I wouldn’t worry much if you haven’t found that feeling—everyone does at some point.” If there was one thing to praise about the Academy, it was that the school offered an eclectic mix of classes. He’d find his calling sooner or later, even if it had nothing to do with fighting; he seemed smart enough to.
The smile reappeared on her face, wider now, when she heard his reaction to the mention of soul conduits. So that was it. “Sure. Some of the Lunarians I’ve come to respect the most have taken the Soul Conduit path.” Unlike many in the military, Van had a healthy respect for those who had taken a more spiritual path in life, even if she didn’t necessarily agree with them. She had Sara to thank for that.Kyrieko ahsdjkf sorry I took so long ;;;;;
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