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 Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:01 pm
Not far from Cinema village to the north lies the Yosa District, known to possess a quieter living quarters among Kyoto where many of Kyoto's most wealthy folk live. Among it lies the mansion houses the the rebelious student; Seraphim Harmonia. Despite the mansion's size, only three people live there; her grandmother, grandfather, and herself and most of the space there is unused. The mansion itself is a bit more of an English and Swedish design rather than most of the typical, Japenese styled mansions, showing that this one was built specially for the family.
There are no gates surrounding it, allowing anyone to simply walk up to it, but they are not known to be very kind to visitors, and rumor has it that they have a vicious guard dog they've let loose on noisy intruders who tried to enter. Caution is advised... ((The picture is a colored manga excerpt from Pita-ten. Not mine. =P ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:52 pm
The small, child teacher approaches the building, awing a bit at it as he approaches the front door. "Wow... this is where she lives, huh?" He'd had to ask directions a few times on the way here, having not been entirely familiar with the area before he, almost timidly, knocks on the front door, looking up as he waits for someone to answer the door. Of course, he's used to looking -up- at his students by now. He wonders if she'd believe him about being her teacher... or if she'd even be the one to answer the door. They probably had some servant or other.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:11 pm
((Again, just an edit for this drawing, not mine completely. >_< I've been lazy lately.))  "I already told you that you're going to have to deal with it! It's not my damn problem, you dumbass whench!" Even as Negi was approaching the estate, the sound of yelling could be heard coming from upstairs of the estate. It was hard to make out the other voice, the sound of it being elderly and too withdrawn to make out clearly, but the other one was as clear as day; the voice of a teenage girl yelling in quite an angered tone, causing what would have seemed like such a lovely voice to be a bit intimidating despite it's source.
"And another thing!! Why aren't you dead yet?? You'd figure with how damn old you are you would be six feet under by now!!" Clearly angry, the sound of someone marching down the stairs could be heard shortly after, the elderly woman's words falling upon deaf ears. Instead, the girl who had been yelling, now going downstairs sounded like she said something to herself, but still loud enough to hear from outside where the teacher stood. "Or at least go blind and deaf so I can kill you in your f**ckin' sleep..."
With that said, the footsteps could still be heard approaching the door, and she continued to murmur, saying something to herself like she was unaware that she could be heard from the other side and her attitude clearly evident and agitated. "I swear to god, if it's another salesman, I'm sicking the hound. Hell... maybe I'll just do that regardless. It's been awhile since Edvardsen had some exercise..." Almost sounding amused by that, the doorknob finally turned, but the door only opened ajar by no more than a foot, and she peeked her head out just around the corner. From what could be seen, the girl must have been just a little over five feet, a pretty average height for her age, but possessed the strangest array of colors upon her body. Crimson red eyes, a soft and untouched skin that was as pale as a dying white rose, and her hair looked like the color of a gentle snowfall, though the one thing that stuck out to be most odd was the black, modern styled eye patch she had covering her right eye. But regardless of that, she still looked quite beautiful for a teenage girl, yet even though her appearance was elegant; her attitude was not, the angry vein in her forehead and glare in her red eye shrouded her beauty with an obvious anger.
She took a moment to observe who was at the door, never peeking out any further, and her pale lips not even visible as she spoke. "Oh... a girl scout." She said bluntly, not yelling, but clearly sounding like she was not happy with the visitor as she thought Negi was a girl from her first glance. "The last time I bought cookies from you girls, it tasted like I was eating hardtack covered in cat vomit and what little remnants of your dignity sprinkled all over it. So scram, twerp." And with that, she practically slammed the door in Negi's face, but it didn't sound like she walked away just yet. Truthfully, she waited right there from where she had stood, listening closely as she awaited the inevitable crying that she was anxious to hear~
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:22 pm
The child teacher's eyes widen as he hears the yelling voice and then the loud, angry murmuring. He prays that -that- is -not- his student... And yet, as she opens the door, there she is. The picture matched, though how they got her picture to start with was beyond him. Then again, the school -was- called Mahora. And the Dean is an old friend of Magus. And he's delivering a letter to the Kansai magic association. He decides not to question it, instead just sort of... regretting his decision to come alone.
Negi was about to say something before the door was slammed in his face. A girl scout?! Buh... what? He wasn't even wearing a girl scout uniform! Further more, did he look like a girl?! He looks at himself before frowning and knocking again. "Seraphim Harmonia-san, right? I'm your English professor, Negi Springfield. C'mon, now! You've been skipping school! And I'm not even in any sort of uniform, how do I look like a girl scout!" This girl was nothing like Regan... so violent, angry...
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:46 pm
Remaining silent, she pressed her ear against the door, waiting for something. But.. no outburst of tears, no sobbing, not even a whimper? She scowled at this at first, only to flinch when she heard the knocking again, hurting her ears a bit since she had been listening so intently against the door. 'I'll give her thirty seconds before I send the mutt to tear her a new one.' She thought to herself, smiling to herself as she thought about it, enjoying the mental picture in seeing the girl run for her life. Of course, the dog; Edvardsen, wouldn't actually bite her, just scare her off. Unfortunately, attack dogs were outlawed... how troublesome.
After hearing what was said, not believing it for a second, she still opened the door, only so she could tell this munchkin strait and to scatter off. The last thing she needed was an elementary school student telling her to go to Mahora. She was too good for that dingy and low-grade place. As she opened the door, it was rather surprising to see what Seraphim was wearing. For someone as wealthy as her, one would have expected an elegant dress or at least something nice. But instead she was wearing no more than a short sleeved t-shirt, one that was far too many sizes for her as it draped down to nearly her knees, and barely hanging on her shoulders. There was nothing else, just the shirt, showing signs that she was already dressed for the night in her pajamas. But hey, whatever was comfortable, right? Though she would admit, she normally dressed far more fancier than this, she just had a very odd choose in night wear.
Stepping out, she remained in the doorway, leaning her back to the door frame and folding her arms, not bothered by the fact that she was only partially dressed right now, who else could see her anyway? Looking at Negi, she held back a grin, amused by her, or rather his claim of being a teacher. Though she never did smile, instead having a very grim little scowl as she looked at him and spoke. "I'm sorry, did you say you're an English Professor? For your size, I'm surprised you even know English. I mean seriously, is the school that bad that they have to send one of the elementary school students to get me? Talk to me when you grow a foot and your testicles drop, ya brat. I don't have any business with atrocious excuse of a school."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:05 pm
Negi blinks a bit at what she's wearing. He had been fully expecting something more wavy, poofy, and elegant, though... well, then again, from the girl's personality, it didn't surprise him all that much. He sighs softly at being talked down to, why wasn't any of this surprising him? She even questions his English ability, despite him looking quite... English. " If you don't believe me, I'll just have to come back with one of my students. Now, please, don't cause any trouble? Classes 2-A and 2-B have come to Kyoto on a field trip. This is a perfect opportunity to get to know your classmates." He wonders if she'd notice his staff at all, besides. People didn't seem to notice it, not that he'd question it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:20 pm
Her eye widening for half a second, she realized he was actually speaking English very fluently, only making her just barely have doubts for just a moment before she reminded herself again that there was just no way he was a teacher. Heck, even she didn't understand exactly what he said, but she did get the jist of it since she had studied the native tongue a little. Honestly, she had studied numerous languages, enough to pass all of her classes with strait A's to impress her parents, but that never seemed to enlighten them, and thus she just continued to study hard. Still, that aside, she got up from her leaning position, standing strait as she looked down at him, running a few fingers from her left hand down the side of her long, flowing, white hair before she let out a sigh. This was just annoying, listening to this kid try and tell her to go to Mahora. Even if it was her duty to, she still denied it and felt she deserved a better school. Which that alone was really saying something since Mahora was the best in all of Japan pretty much.
"The only -trouble- is you showing up on my doorstep, trying to tell me what I'm supposed to do, and then trying to act smart and convince me in believing that shitty school is worth batting an eyelash at." It was clear that she had no intention of going to school, but the strange thing was that even though she was arguing, she actually seemed like she was enjoying it somewhat. "Now why don't you run off to your mommy or daddy and tell them how the big ol' scary cyclops girl won't listen to you and cry in their arms. Or... whatever the Hell you eight year old little twits do these days." Again, she didn't close the door though, waiting, wanting to see how Negi would react to all of this. She always enjoyed watching a person's spirit get crushed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:36 pm
Negi blinks up at her before wilting in his posture, eyes turning aside. "My... parents..." His eyes turn downward and he sighs softly, standing there for a moment before going to turn. He makes a last, half-hearted attempt to convince her he's her teacher and she should listen and come along... "" She wouldn't listen to him, he was certain. She was too mean, she couldn't care less about him... he suddenly wanted the comfort of Asakura or Regan or someone... but he's got to deliver the letter, first of all. Right? ... Right...
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:52 pm
Why the Hell was he speaking in English?? Hell... she could barely get an idea of what he was saying. Something about classmates and making something. What was that supposed to mean!? Her eye seeming to twitch just a bit, obviously not amused by him trying to show off. Still, she felt like it was a challenge, and she never backed down from one, trying to do what she could to peace together what English she knew. Sure, she studied it a lot, but it was the most difficult language of all to learn, Japanese being a distant second, which she had to learn as well since she was from Swedan...
"" She said slowly, trying to say 'English is not exactly my strong point you a**.' But with a frustrated growl, she threw her hands in the air with an 'I give up' sort of sigh before she rolled her eye. "Look, whatever you're trying to say, I couldn't care less. Right now, you're wasting my time. Which is a Hell of a lot more important than yours. So unless you've got any more feeble attempts to make me wanna go to that pitiful place you actually call a school, I suggest you skip away like the good little girl you are. Otherwise, I'm going to shove that wooden staff so far up your a** you'll be coughing up splinters for weeks."
And with that said, she slammed the door, hard, not caring that she might have hit the teacher. Just as she did though, she opened the door crack to put in her last words though, feeling that she couldn't resist. "Oh, and in case you're wondering, yes, you do look like sound like a shrill voiced little girl when you talk. I hope your happy, and I'm sure your parents must be proud for raising a self-doubting, gender-confused little she-male." Unable to resist that 'last hurrah', she closed the door once more before the sound of a click could be heard, obviously being the noise of her locking the door. Once again though, she waited just beside the door still, this time looking through the eyehole to it, just to see if he would walk off crying this time.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 8:19 pm
Well, her attempt at English managed to distract him from his sudden depression and being reminded that he didn't have his parents to run to. Other than his students and faculty of Mahora, he's alone, here. He just sighs as she makes another remark about his parents, shaking his head. "I don't even really know my parents..." It's more mumbled, but she might be able to read his lips or hear him through the door before he turns, yet again, to go. Did he ever want to come back and try again? It was his job, as a teacher, to teach his students, and yet...
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 8:33 pm
Just as Negi was able to hear her through the door before, Seraphim had been able to just barely hear him as well. It was one of the problems with this place, most of the outside noise could be heard with ease, just as anything inside could be heard outside. When Negi had said this, she almost frowned for a moment, nearly feeling sorry for the kid. But honestly, why the Hell should she? It wasn't her problem at all. As well, it was becoming clearly obvious that he wasn't a good teacher thus far, as it seemed he had no self esteem.
Hmm... it already looked like she had stamped down on his feelings quite a bit though. So, why not? She might as well just got for the telling blow and crush it completely, right~? Opening the door just a bit, looking similar to how she had when she opened it ajar the first time, she peaked out from behind the door again, though this time enough to see her lips curved in a strange smile as she spoke. "I'm sorry, but you have me confused with someone who actually gives a crap. Oh! But don't you worry, it turns out that it happens all the time! Yep~ In fact, my uncle made the same mistake with me when he was on his death bed." Her tone sounded totally amused, like a jokingly forced happiness, just as the smile was nothing more than a mirage for her comment before she said something else. "Hmm, though you do look lonely. How about I give you someone to play with~" She sounded sincere for just the slightest moment, until there was another clicking noise, though this time it wasn't the lock, seeing as how the door was opened.
Instead, there was a buzzing noise a second later coming from a small little hut, much like a giant dog house, and something quickly emerged from it. A brown, short furred pit-bull had darted out of the large dog house, the dog itself being a nearly Negi's size if he was to be on all-fours, and with a loud howl it darted in Negi's direction, teeth baring as it barked at him.
"You two play nice now~" She said with a big, genuine smile, not closing the door though as she leaned in the doorway again to watch the show.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 8:56 pm
Wh-... what was with this girl?! Did she not care about anyone or anything? He frowns at her, feeling sort of... sad for her, now. She must be lonely. He was about to turn and go when she mentions someone to play with. Why does he not believe her? He turns to face the noise before his eyes widen and he turns, running... rather very quickly. Like, too fast for any child his age? Perhaps propelled by fear, but... still. Rather fast for those tiny legs. And thus, he leaves.
[Negi dashes off to the Kansai Magic District Entrance.]
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:23 pm
"Aaaah-hahahaaa!!! Hoo-boy, look at that brat run~! I haven't seem someone go that fast since I set Bernie's pants on fire!!" Having to clutch her stomach from laughing so hard, Seraphim nearly fell over backwards as she found the whole scene to be utterly hysterical. It took her nearly a full minute to gather herself, and her dog, Edvardsen had backed off from chasing Negi when the child teacher was gone off far enough from their property, yet even then he still barked furiously, as if he made damn sure that Negi knew this was their property, and he was not welcome.
Her laughter dying down, taking a few breaths as she found herself almost wetting herself from laughing so much, she gave her dog a gentle pat on the head before shooing him off, and turned around, casually closing the door behind her and locking it again. After what happened just now, it felt like nothing could ruin her day now, she hadn't had that much fun in so long~
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 7:04 am
"I can't believe how it used to be, selfish minds were abusing me. Self pity and determined to crawl, manipulation of a merciful...soul!" Lukas was singing quietly to himself as he just walked around aimlessly, not really looking ahead but more to the ground as he listened to the sounds of random metal ranging from death to black on his mp3...if you went through it you would likely find 1000+ songs with all manner of band ranging from Trivium to Still Remains to Epica...a massive variety that would make nearly any metal head cry with anguish...not because of the collection but mainly because some of it was the so called 'evil mainstream~'. He saw Disturbed as metal, but most morons didn't.
As he walked past this massive house, he didn't stop but he looked to his side for a split second before stopping and then walking backwards slowly, continuing to look at this house. Holy s**t...it was massive and somewhat of familiar design as compared to the oriental designs he had seen around. It was...European. "Nice~" He said as he looked a bit closer, it didn't have gates or those electronic speakers either, meaning looking even closer was no trouble at all. It was something he somewhat admired, only because he hadn't seen a building of European design since he had left home.
He decided to walk up to the front door and see who lived here, have a chat maybe...as he knocked on the door gently he made sure he looked good. He wore the 'Stabbing the Drama' by Soilwork t-shirt, a little something he had picked up during one of their concerts when he visited his uncle with his mother in Finland...one of the wildest moshes he had been in to be honest. His hair was at its usual, dark blue and brushed ever so slightly so it wasn't too neat but neat enough to look good. He wore a pair of grey cargo pants and a pair of black Etnies to finish of his attire.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 7:47 am
Unlike Negi's attempt, Lukas had come at what seemed like a more peaceful time at the estate. There was no one yelling, no sounds of anything breaking, or even the murmer of a person speaking. It was absolutely silent, as if everyone where had been asleep already, despite it still being early in the evening. For a few seconds, it didn't sound like there was anyone coming to the door, the silence being golden as Lukas would find himself waiting. But finally, there was the voice of a teenage girl coming from the far end outside the house, the girl sounding quite annoyed despite her soft, delicate pitch.
"And just who do you think you are?" Standing there, about twenty feet to Lukas's left stood a teenager. She was no taller than five feet, being about average height for a girl her age, had been staring, no, glaring at him with that one, crimson red eye of hers, and her skin and hair was as pale as the snow on a sunny, quiet day after a storm. She was still wearing a baggy, loose white t-shirt that appeared to be a few sizes too large for her, but she was also wearing a pair of tight, hip-hugging black jeans that appeared to be a little dirty, as the girl seemed to be outside with her dog. In fact, she had what appeared to be a thorn buh branch, thick and sharp with spines delicately in her hand, and she threw it, past Lukas, playing fetch with her pit-bull at the time. The large dog went right after it, going right past Lukas like he wasn't even there, and seemed to have no trouble with the spiky branch, as if it didn't even seem bothered by the fact that it pierced her gums and her owner was torturing it in a sense.
As the dog ran back, she didn't even seem to praise it, instead walking right past it as she approached Lukas, but stopping about ten feet short as she crossed her arms and look at him. He looked disgraceful. And what was with that shirt? Was he a foriegner?? Ugh... he probably smelled too. "This is private property you know." She stated so matter of factly, looking at him with her one eye as as she spoke, not sounding too threatening or insulting just yet, but definettly not pleased with this disturbance.
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