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 Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 2:12 pm
The auditorium was full, and the Headmaster could not have been more pleased. Smoothing his suit jacket, Norman turned his dark blue eyes over the room that was steadily filling, donning a warm smile for students and prospective teachers alike. In truth, he was excited; there were so many people from different walks of life, he knew without a doubt that those he added to his staff would add a great deal of knowledge and culture to the school. Polite nods and kind greetings were returned to those who acknowledged him in passing, taking his post by the line of tables that would host those who would vye for the opportunity to work under the prestigious ShinKami. He wanted to be there to see each one interact with his students, and more importantly, to see how his students reacted to them.
The refreshments were in place, the teachers at the ready, the students curious and eager to catch a peek of those they would soon call Professors; all in all, it promised to be a learning experienced for everyone involved.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 2:43 pm
After recieving his invitation, it had taken Gideon Matthias Burdock nearly a month to decide if he was going to apply for a position at ShinKami School of Saviors. Unlike his younger days, he rarely went out on digs anymore, and spent most of his time educating new employees, drafting building designs, going to conferences, and working on theory. Why not set that aside to teach the heroes of tomorrow?
And so he had come to the school, eager to meet the youth and see if the school was a right fit for him. After all, now that the races were beginning to openly mingle, shouldn't they have a demon on staff?
"Headmaster Prinwaltz," Dr. Burdock was rather dashing in a perfectly tailored dark suit, the deep red of his tie matching his own hair. His tone was warm, friendly. He knew of Norman from his post in the IHOPH, and though the two hadn't met in person before, Gideon was sure they both knew each other by reputation and work.
A tan hand reached out in greeting for a handshake. "Thank you for the invitation. The campus is lovely." The black-eyed demon took an appraising look about the room, much as Norman had done just moments prior. "I trust I'll be able to meet most of them, tonight?" The students, he meant.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 3:03 pm
Cramped spaces. Tight spaces. Javier Rykert hated them all. And despite the spaceous nature of the inner auditorium, the lovely decor and cheerful bustle, the veteran couldn't shake the pressing feeling in his gut. His instincts were urging him to turn tail and walk right out of that room before anyone noted his appearance, but his heart knew very well how much he needed the job. He needed to move on, to take the next generation to new heights, to ease the to-be-heroes out of their seats and into the future.
He needed, more than anything, to do something good, for once.
He was a bit taller than most of the group, and his dusty blue eyes scanned the crowd for the headmaster, but when the familiar visage was found, he seemed to already be engaged in conversation with someone else. Quickly making up his mind, Javier took up his stride to get closer to the tables, feeling the same warm, charismatic smile that had gotten him out of most siatuations creeping over his lips.
His suit was too tight. His collar was itching. The students that pressed into him as he advanced made him queasy, as if his body knew what he would be getting himself into. But his carriage did not falter.
Nothing would outshine him today.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 3:10 pm
The prospect of new professors excited Scyeth far more than it should have. He was going to miss those gone before them; he had finally come to appreciate them, and they were gone. But wasn't that just how life worked these days? Of course. Life had its ups and downs and the blond (well, actually, his hair was currently a strange, grayish shade. The black dye from the Halloween party hadn't exactly washed out the way it was supposed to) was ready to take what was handed him and not look back.
And that's probably what brought the youth here. The Science student was lurking around his father as the Headmaster meeted and greeted with all sorts of important people. Scyeth didn't recognize most of them; how many of them would he actually have to get to know? He brushed some hair behind a pointed ear; if they wanted to teach here, these people damn well better know what they were getting into.
With a snort of defiance, the youth slipped from behind Norman and eyed the man who approached him. He'd deal with him later, after he was done with the Headmaster. Instead, he made a beeline for the man approaching the tables and parked himself between the worried chap and his destination. "You're going to have to get past me, first."
Let us introduce the Resident Hellion.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 3:14 pm
I need this, I need this, I need a job cause sleeping in a box is starting to hurt my back . . .
It had taken a while for Noé to get himself cleaned up after he'd somehow gotten an invitation to an event he didn't recall apply for, not that him not remembering was anything new when such events came after the destruction of a lab and a loud round of cleaning up. He'd been trying to find at least one outfit that wasn't full of acid-created holes, at least one razor that hadn't been used on something other than a human, and after much debate over everything he simply put on whatever he could grab without the guys in office noticing.
So it was with stubble on his face and his hair in a messy tangle of black curls about his head that Noé Abreu sauntered into the room that had been designated as where the others would be gathering. He managed to straighten the cuff on his jacket before he was actually all the way, to the point of no return, and with a swallow and a large smile he geared himself up.
"Aqui nós vamos. Here we go."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 3:44 pm
Well well! He certainly hadn't anticipated being approached by the teachers, pleasantly surprised by how hospitable this one was. In hindsight, it was really just polite to greet the Headmaster, but he had assumed everyone would be too busy mingling. Regardless, Norman extended his hand to take Gideon's, shaking firmly but politely. "Ah," he intoned, dark eyes looking over the man of black gaze and dark red dress. "You must be Mr. Burdock."
Of course Norman would know who he was; more to the point, he knew who everyone was who was allowed into his school. Some he had invited personally. He was a politician at his core, and it would do no good not to know the faces of his allies...or his adversaries, should the cards not fall in the right spread. "I'm glad you made it." He did puff slightly at the compliment to the grounds, turning his attention momentarily over the room before resting upon the man. "I would trust so, unless--"
'Speak of the devil' must have originated from a person not unlike Scyeth. The Headmaster smiled a little more at the sight of the boisterous student, nodding his head in the once-blonde's direction. "--unless that one gets a hold of you, he might keep you busy all day." His words were spoken with consideration and kindness, a type of pride in the way he observed the demonic teen. "Unfortunately, it seems he's decided to find prey with another lucky fellow." Norman chuckled, putting a hand in his pocket comfortably. "Rest assured, he'll find his way to all of those who wish to take a seat amongst our staff."
He caught sight of another man entering, giving a polite nod and smile to the curly-haired and disheveled gent. The Headmaster should have anticipated such things and brought himself a cup of tea! Ah, perhaps if he found the time, but until then, his attentions would be soley for those who sought him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 3:54 pm
"Indeed, though some would argue that 'Mr. Burdock' is my father, you may, of course, call me Gideon." The older man was still in charge of the company, and quite strapping for his age. He showed no signs of slowing down, freeing the younger demon to pursue such things as a teaching career.
Gideon's insightful gaze followed Norman's and he smiled slightly, picking up on the headmaster's tone of voice. "Oh, I believe it." A long pause, as his smile faded as he deduced that the grey tone wasn't the boy's natural color along with his pointed ears. "Might I inquire as to that student's name, Headmaster?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 3:56 pm
The man stood against the wall, arms crossed. He had a stern look on his face as he rummaged through his competition. Weaklings. They probably couldn't even chop down a yearling! Ha! The platinum blond continued to look through, finally spotting the headmaster. Already the puppies were licking at their master's toes. Haha!
Vigharthur Össur Gunngeirsson did not suck up. It was through his gruff output and blatantly brute strength did he get places. He was not the best tactician but he demanded that his presence we known. Of course at a height of 1.93 meters (6'3") it was hard to not notice him. That, and the large upper body he had. Or maybe it was the fact that he was wearing a red plaid shirt and green camouflage pants with steel-toed boots. Either way he certainly got someone's attention.
No female students. That was good. He couldn't stand to teach females. There were female on staff, but he doubted he had to deal with them. It was good. The more you kept him separate from women the better.Weiyuan walked into the room and promptly lead against the nearest wall. Those heels had killed him. But this was a good opportunity to scope out the teachers. Who knew? Maybe he'd find one that would be good to work under. He quickly spotted Scyeth causing trouble already and only rolled his eyes. Nothing happened yet so he could relax.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:26 pm
So there were new teachers to be coming in today, or at least come in for what Micajah took to be a 'field run'. Naturally this news had not sat well with a few people back home, namely a few who had a direct input on what Micajah was to do, and the young man found himself heading towards the meet & greet with ab heavy heart.
Honestly he'd wanted to sleep for just a little longer, let his voice recover for just a little longer since the Halloween event, but it seemed like fate and an order would make him suffer just a little longer. Maybe they wouldn't make him talk too much, observations were always easiest. . .
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Noé noticed right off one of the students had made a beeline for another teacher with the same look on his face that the man had seen animals wear when they were about to eat something after having no food for a long time, and wondered if that kid had the same zeal in everything or just against new people.
Hope that kid's into science. He looks like he's pretty hardy and could take a blow...or two.
He had busied himself with the refreshments since there was no need for him to talk (at least, at the moment) and it had been a while since his last meal, but to make it seem like he wasn't entirely the pig he was feeling he only nibbled here and there at the spread.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 7:55 pm
The room was impressive, she'd give it that, and she was glad to be there. Siona twined her sash around her throat and smoothed it, taking a moment to look over the group assembled. There were so many men, but what did she expect? A boy's school would be full of boys. Anyway, she wasn't shy at all- she'd just expected a better showing of the female gender than none. Casting another look over the group, she spotted one boy standing over against the wall.
She'd hoped to introduce herself to the headmaster first- just because she would rather make a good impression on her hopeful superiors than on her students, really. Seeing he was occupied, though, she turned her attentions to the boy. From her readings and his clothing, he seemed to be a Science and Technology student- somewhat stoic, she presumed, since he stood apart from the crowd but didn't seem to particularly want to join it. Decision made, she made her way across the auditorium, steps mincing and light as she cut through the crowd to stand before the student. "Hello," she said, holding out one hand. The boy looked as ethnic as she, with dark hair and an asiatic look, but where she looked Punjabi he seemed Chinese. "My name's Siona Hale. You are?..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 9:52 pm
...And now something was happening. Did a prospective teacher really approach him? The brunette straightened out, accepting the offered hand. "Weiyuan Leung, Science and Technology student."
Ah, a female teacher. He had yet to work with one, Alex not included, through Professor Manneth seemed a bit feminine. He was curious as to whether this one would be someone he would have to get to know. This meeting would be really advantageous then.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 3:09 am
Javier took in a forced breath, and immediately felt his curdling insides smoothening out. It was a trick he had learned in the army- to clear his head before anything. Reaching up instinctively, he straightened his tie, and looked ahead.
There seemed to be a student ahead of him, with the strangest gray hair that clashed with his youthful face. An accident, maybe? He pondered the grueling possibilities before he was met head-on by the boy.
What a gutsy one. And defiant, rather arrogant, if his instincts were correct. He had half the mind to push him away gruffly, but warring conventions would not work on a student group. Instead, his smile tightened, and he stopped in his tracks, his voice strangely charming and jovial in to his ears,
"Not too fond of the idea of prospective teachers? And who do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:05 am
Scyeth lips curled into what could only be called the Cheshire grin. "You're one of the men applying to be the offensive secretary," he replied. Oh yes. Scyeth had definitely been in his father's files. Even if Norman said no, Scyeth Akazar did not recognize the meaning of such a word. He always got what he wanted. (It probably involved some bargaining and some more cookies, on his part. Sometimes Scyeth wondered if cookies were Norma's version of father-son therapy, and then often wondered if that sort of thing even existed, and if it didn't, well, Norman would probably be the one to introduce it to the world, now, wouldn't he?) "And you see, that concerns me." Being the only student currently invested in the path of 'soldier', Scyeth wasn't really sure why he couldn't pick out the new professor all on his own. Damn school, following 'rules'.
"But we're not here to talk about me, are we?" Scyeth slunk forward and pushed some of his strange, hazy grey hair behind his pointed ear. He made it a point to make sure they were visible. He'd raise hell and high water if he had to, but people had better know. "...so. Are you going to introduce yourself properly? Oh, let me start for you. Scyeth Akazar, School of Science and Technology student, soldier-in-training." He extended his hand for a shake.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 8:32 am
"Gideon it is, and may it be Norman as well," he replied jovially to the inviting remark. Really, titles could be so stuffy. "His name is Scyeth, one of our more essentric Science students," the Headmaster smiled, eyes turning over the room and noting more new faces. Amongst them were some familiar ones, and it was to these that he indicated, extending his hand to do so. "The tired gentleman over by the door is Micajah. He's not yet claimed a path but I believe he may be one of our first Magic students." Another turn. "The Science student speaking with Miss Hale is Weiyuan, who will be an outstanding doctor if he can buckle down and focus."
All his words were with consideration and fond teasing; they were his students, and he knew them all, from their quirks to the habits they'd rather go unnoticed. Norman was mindful to omit their last names unless they themselves decided to share them, knowing that two were involved in the world of politics that might give them...a bit of a problem. It was not his place to put such weight on his pupil's shoulders.
Smiling to Gideon, he resumed his straight posture. "We are a tight knit community, complete with squabbles and shared triumphs. Yet, no two students are the same," he mused, his smile a bit more subdued with a gleam in his eye. "I'm sure you'll come to find this as they speak with you."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 11:54 am
"It's nice to meet you," she said, shaking his hand and then withdrawing. It was too bad Siona hadn't thought of hanging back a little longer to observe first, but it seemed more important to make friends with her (hopefully?) future students. Definitely she was pleased about being right about his school, though. "If it is as you say, and I'm sure it is, then we might see some of each other." After all, wasn't she applying for the role of defensive secretary? It would only make sense to see a science and technology student about.
She sighed and straightened her tunic. Might as well keep him talking, see if her assumptions from before were correct. "How long have you been at Shinkami? Do you like it here?"
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