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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 1:56 pm
Plants.
Flowers.
That’s all they were. Really, truly, honest to god, pretty, only decorative plants. They weren’t even horrible man eating death plants like the ones he had seen in that stupid movie he had seen on TV a few weeks back. Nor were they poisons in any way…. Well at least now. He’d have to ask someone if they were poisons when refined or if they were a component in poison to be sure on that one, but right now….
Right now they were simple flowers.
Nice, bright, pretty, marigolds.
Brightened a room. Cheered you up. Made things look pretty.
And right now they were taunting Greg.
Not only were they taunting him, but they were driving him completely insane. Not because they were flowers (no that would be a little silly, even for him) but because the continue to remind him of the fact that he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t get himself out of his office down the halls and stairs and give them to the person that he had gotten them for.
It had only been a few hours since Greg had bought the things, but they were already looking a bit wilted. He had promptly put them in water and near a window, so it couldn’t be that he wasn’t taking care of them, and currently he was starting to think that it was the clutter.
With a deep breath he stood up and hesitantly walked over to the dreaded plants. Not really caring about the cluttered papers on the window (almost all of which were marked with ‘important’ or ‘top priority’) he shoved them into tighter piles, or onto the floor. Simply somewhere away from the flowers.
Another few moments of silence ensued, broken only by the occasional shuffle of falling papers, as he stared at the flowers. The flowers, silent as they had been all day, stared back in their continued accusatory quietness. After only a few moments of this Greg put his head in his hands and let out a groan.
“Fine!” He moaned. “Fine.” He looked at the things through his fingers and bangs, a smile slipping onto his face. “I’ll find someone to take you, you stupid gift.”
With that he grabbed the flowers, and the paper that he had got the wrap them up with and ran out the door. With any luck he’d find a student who would be happy to help him with this. Normally there were students milling around outside. (Sometimes he wondered when they went to class, but that would inevitably lead to wondering when he worked, and that was something he didn’t need to think about so he would just stop thinking about it all.) He was sure that one of the students would be happy to help him… Or they would just help him. He was a teacher after all.
-=+=-
Greg had been eyeing the area outside as he ran out, but by the time he got there none of the students that he had originally seen were still there. So much for never going to classes he supposed. He still went outside and looked around. Maybe he would be able to find someone to take the darned things away for him if he waited long enough…
Or maybe he would just look like he got stood up.
Either way he was fine, because he knew that he wasn’t going to be doing this on his own. Well eaither way he knew that he wasn't going to be taking the flowers anywhere other than here and his office. (A place they seemed to rather dislike.) So for now he would simply wait.
For a while.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:36 am
Oh, Professor Greg should never have feared. He needed a slacker, and one slacker there would always be. Why, it was none other than the exceptional Scyeth Akazar! The blond student was practically a professional at blowing things off and half-assing them later. Take today, for instance. Scyeth should probably be investigating a new class, or something. He wasn't. He was outside, wandering aimlessly and-
Hey! Was that Greg Larine? Yes, yes it was! Scyeth halted and blinked once or twice, mildly confused. He had been searching for the professor, told he was the one that would be responsible for his training and helping him progress to the level of 'soldier', but the man had proven to be awfully elusive.
Scyeth broke into a dead run (my, he was quick as a jack rabbit), determined not to let Greg get away. He didn't really seem like he was going anywhere, but the blond wasn't taking his chances. Skidding to a halt, the student slid a little before coming to a halt in front of the pleasure. "Professor!" he said, eyes bright, "I've been looking for you. You see, I-" He paused. "Are those flowers?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:28 pm
Greg turned, the closest thing that he ever got to a deer in the head lights look on his face. (Frankly he still looked quite aware of what was going on, although the slight jump might have given him away.) Quickly, and really without his conscious knowledge, his lips turned up into their normal smile.
Perfect! A student! And once from the S&T school too, from the looks of it. That even gave him a reason to have picked him out other than ‘I was milling about and didn’t have the courage to go and give you these flowers and finally picked a random child yay!’ Maybe things were looking a little better. (although a glance a the flowers told him that they still looked about the same. The clutter hadn’t worn off yet)
“Ah, Hello…” Greg took a moment to think through all the files that he had skimmed as he tossed them into piles. He figured that at least knowing a students name and picture were something worth looking at, even if you didn’t read the whole thing. “Syceth.” He said, almost as a question really hoping that he got it right. “It’s good to see that the kids on Shinkami still like to do things like run.
“As for the flowers,” he held up the aforementioned plants. “Yep. Marigolds, actually.” Greg really hoped that his unease wasn’t showing through, because he certainly felt it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 12:18 pm
Scyeth blinked, brightening a little when the professor called him by his name. He didn't even have to introduce himself! The blond nodded eagerly, smiling and missing (or maybe just ignoring, it wouldn't do to make enemies with the teacher responsible for him) the slight unease in Greg's posture. "Yes, yes. Scyeth Akazar," he said, grinning further when the professor commented on his little run. He even had the decency to look a little sheepish. He just didn't want to lose Greg, see, and-
...and those flowers were awfully distracting.
"Marigolds, huh?" he asked, leaning forward to get a good look. "If you say so." The student didn't know the first thing about flowers. Well. Except what they were for. "Those for your girlfriend?" he asked, looking up with a Cheshire grin. Everyone knew you give flowers to your girlfriend. He chuckled a little, shaking his head. "How do you have time for a girlfriend?" he asked, completely unaware of what he might be stepping into.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 12:40 pm
Akazar? That was a strange last name. (Frankly the only reason that Greg had remembered Scyeth so easily was it reminded him of scythe) Made him wonder were it was that it came from, but it wouldn’t look good to ask him about his last name. Especially when he looked so cool knowing his first name.
“Ah, glad that I got it right.” He said with a smile. (So much for looking cool) “And unless people are renaming flowers I think that they’re still marigolds.” Greg could tell just about marigolds, daisies tulips and roses. That was about it for his flower knowledge. Unless you count all the obvious things, such as the fact that they look and smell good and such.
“How do you have time to be running around the school?” he tossed back at Scyeth when the boy asked about the time constraints of a girlfriend. “If you have time for that I have time for a life too. Believe it or not but teachers don’t just curl up under their desks and sleep in their offices at the end of the day…. Well not most of them.” He added, thinking about a few of the other professors who he wouldn’t put such behavior past.
“Anyway,” he waved a hand, “the flowers are for a friend, and if you want, you can…” Greg quite suddenly cut off. He paused for a moment, trying to think what to say. “You can help me, by giving them to them.” He finished lamely, looking to the side. Unable to look Scyeth in the eyes since he couldn’t even work up the courage to give flowers to someone.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:27 am
Scyeth snorted and tossed his head to the side. "Because I am me, and Scyeth Akazar is an amazing fellow quite talented in the art of procrastination." In retrospect, that probably wasn't the greatest thing to tell the man who'd be teaching him, but whatever. Scyeth was just honest like that, for better or worse.
Wait. What?
The blond blinked owlishly, peering suspiciously at the flowers before looking back up at the professor. Was this some kind of joke...? "Uh. Sure. I can deliver your flowers," the Aussie said with a lopsided shrug. He tipped his head to the side and pushed blond locks behind a pointed ear. "Who do you want me to bring them to, exactly?" There weren't a whole lot of females in the school, and, well, Scyeth didn't want to jump to any conclusions.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 8:34 pm
Greg remembered reading somewhere that ‘procrastination is the past time of fools’. It had probably been a fortune cookie or something. Since Greg himself was a pretty big procrastinator as well he couldn’t say anything about the cookie or Scyeth. Well not without being a hypocrite anyway.
Oh, wait! He was a teacher! Being hypocritical was something that he was allowed to do all the time!
“Well it’s your choice to procrastinate.” He said with a shrug. But onto the flowers.
Onto the flowers….
Well Greg was a little quite on that topic. The person that he wanted to give the flowers to was a person that he really wanted to talk to too…. So much for his great plan. If he needed to talk to them then he could have used the flowers as an excuse. Great job Greg, great job.
But maybe he could use Scyeth to help with his courage problems. If there was a student there the person that was getting the flowers wouldn’t be mad at him. Or at least wouldn’t act to mad at him… At least until the kid left.
“Well how about I show you where I want them taken?” He finally said, flashing a charming smile. “That way I can get to know you. You’re in the science department right? I should get to know you if you are.” Even to him the reason sounded a little rushed and unconvincing. He was sorta hoping that his status as a teacher would make Syceth not notice.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 10:02 am
Scyeth snorted, not falling for the 'don't procrastinate, it's bad for you' crap for one moment. Everyone wasted time. Professor Larine was right here, wasting time, talking to him about flowers meant for some secret love, or something. Seriously, why didn't he just go get it done? It wasn't like giving flowers was a huge deal. People did it for friends, for loved ones, for crushes. He could cover it up if it went wrong.
Whatever. He wasn't going to judge.
"Well, sure." Scyeth shrugged. It sounded like more time wasting, if you asked him, but he wasn't about to complain. Maybe the professor would even work up the courage to deliver the flowers himself, who knew. (And no, the charming smile wasn't going to work on someone equally as charming. Scyeth knew how to work a crowd. Now, did he? No. But that was something else entirely.)
"Yep." Scyeth took a moment to readjust his uniform as he followed after Greg. Mangled as it was, it should still be a dead giveaway. "I aim to progress to be a soldier." A firm nod. As far as Scyeth was concerned, there would be no other option. He always got what he wanted. "So what do you teach?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 10:51 pm
((Once again sorry. College took longer than expected to get back into. I should be on more regularly now. ^^ ))
“Ah, good.” Greg said, flashing yet another smile, and turning in the direction that they needed to go, he knew more than well enough the way to the medical section. (They should still be there) He had been there more than a few times for his own little bruises and scrapes. As he walked he adjusted his outfit. He doubted that the person that he was giving the flowers to would really care about the way that his outfit looked but that didn’t mean that it had to look like he had slept in the thing... (which he may or may not have.)
“Oh, a solider?” he asked with an interested look. “I have to admit I think that’s the way to go. Course the fact that that was what I did before I came here probably doesn’t keep me from being bias. As for what classes I teach….” Greg shrugged. He hadn’t been assigned anything yet so he couldn’t really say for certain. He also couldn’t say that he could understand where the paperwork was coming from then… “I teach the more advanced offensive based classes and anything else that they slough off on me I guess.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 3:00 pm
Scyeth followed after Greg, noting how he fixed up his clothes. Hmm. Maybe he would deliver the flowers himself, after all. Maybe he just needed some morale support. That seemed plenty easy. Folding his arms behind his head as he walked, Scyeth gave a great yawn. It was nice out. This was way better than going to class. He obviously needed to spend more time with his Greg character.
"Oh, you were a soldier?" Scyeth lit up like the kid in the candy shop. Instant hero worship. "Were you an officer? Where did you fight? You did see action, didn't you? Who did you fight with?" the blond rambled, half-a-dozen questions still at bay. "You must be my professor," the Aussie confirmed, practically glowing. Damn, but this day was turning out much better than he could have every anticipated!
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 5:38 pm
Although Greg didn’t realize it the biggest thing that he need was moral support. …And someone to ditch things onto if the situation got too awkward or strained. Not that he would ever consider doing such a thing to a student…
However at the mention of being a solider he started to wonder if he should run now and just go back to his office. Maybe actually try to clean it. He had tried to sell himself off as a bounty hunter to most of the people in the college and, for the most part, it had worked. There had been one big catch, however. Apparently Normand hadn’t gotten the message that Greg didn’t want his past as a solider being broadcast, and thus on pretty much everything, from his mail to his papers to his door, it said General Greg Larien. At least his name had been right.
He had thought that everyone knew about the mix up, he had tried to make sure that anyone who was in his department knew his story behind the mix up… Ah well. Apparently he had only got the teacher… or he was crazy. That might be it too.
“Believe me I’m probably not as cool as you think that I am. I was an officer, but not a very important one, and I didn’t really get to do anything. The military tucked me away and told me to be a good boy pretty much. I didn’t really like it that much and when my time was up I left and tried bounty hunting.” He shrugged. “If you still think that I sound cool, and still want me to be your professor I’d still like to be… Although I’ll probably have to be your professor anyway….”
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:42 am
The admission of hardly seeing action hardly fazed Scyeth. (Hey, at least the guy was honest. Way better than figuring out later in the game.) "But, you were still a soldier. So you actually know what's what. The real deal," Scyeth rambled, bouncing on the balls on his feet. The school really was...well, real! This wasn't some joke. This wasn't some fool's dream, some random hope. Scyeth reached over and gave Greg a friendly shove on the shoulder.
"Of course! Of course I still want you as my professor!" the blond said eagerly. Greg couldn't leave him, not now! Now that he knew. He grabbed Greg by the wrist, stopping him where he stood and caught the Professor's gaze. "You are going to teach me, right? Right?"
He couldn't keep the hint of desperation out of his voice.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 3:28 pm
Was everyone like this? So desperate and ready to run off and fight? So ready to run off and kill things? Greg could remember that he certainly had been when he had been accepted, but he had thought that it had been more that he had gotten into an academy right out of high school so easily, and convinced himself never to really think of it again.
He looked down at Scyeth, something that could have been surprise on his face for a second, then wiped it off with a smile.
“Yeah, I suppose that I know what’s what. You could probably find better though…” He had obviously done such a good job.
“But if you’re going to be a solider then I’ll have to teach you, and I’ll certainly look forwards to it. At least that’s my understanding.” he shrugged. “But there could be something in the rules about it or if Norman decides to hire some new teachers or something… But then I’m sure that one of us could just ask…. Or I could just show up and give all my opinions on the lessons.” Now that would be something fun…. And something that would probably get him in trouble, but something fun none the less…
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 12:38 pm
Desperate to run off and fight? Maybe. Desperate to run off and kill someone? The thought had never crossed Scyeth's mind. He was all for guns and weaponry, he didn't even mind injuring people. Hell, he waged emotional wars on other kids all the time, it was just what he did. Blood didn't make him squirrely and he could take a hit (and even when it did hurt, the blond had way too much pride to admit it). He had thought of all that. Thought of the hard work he'd have to put in, the long hours. The killing though? It just never occurred to him.
Scyeth sighed and bumped Greg with a shoulder. "Enough with the negativity," he muttered, frowning just a little. Seriously, way to be a killjoy. Maybe he should just let the topic drop. "So. About those flowers. Are we gonna drop them off any time soon, or what?"
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