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 Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 7:22 pm
Trois had been much happier recently. True, Deux currently hated him, had so many problems with him, et cetera, but his beautiful little girl was like a ray of sunshine in his otherwise dreary life. Currently, there was gentle music playing in the room -classical, it sounded like- and the snake was hand-to-hand with his little girl. Slowly, the two of them were drifting across the floor.
Thanks to trading various different services -not like that, you pervert- Trois had managed to pay for ballroom dance classes for his little princess. Despite the fact that he was waiting for a studen to show up, he figured that helping the little girl practice was a better use of his time than staring at the clock. Besides, it was a simple class, at least in theory. No props or anything, just an eventual teaching of the ability to mask his aura and presence to those around him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 5:33 pm
The sound of faint classical music accompanied Damien down the halls as he wandered his way down the halls of the Facility, searching for his first Spirituality classroom. From what he had heard from Gabriel, the experience wasn't anything to look forward to, but regardless he kept himself the smallest bit optimistic. He understood that Gabriel's power wasn't one that was interesting to the Pride boy, but there wasn't any reason as to why his had to be the same. From what he had observed, the fact that they were completely fraternal meant that their skills were equally dissimilar, so perhaps his luck would be better than his brother's.
When he finally found the classroom marked 'Trois Lawrence', Damien wrinkled his nose in confusion. Was... Was that where the ballroom music was coming from? Was- God, he hoped that it had nothing to do with his class. He couldn't imagine enjoying any kind of magic that had to do with him and music. What if he had to dance? Almost out of fear, heterochromatic eyes flicked to the nameplate once more, praying that the name would change. But no, 'Trois Lawrence, Spirituality Teacher' stared back at him coldly from the brass plate, damning him with the task of entering. Taking a shaky breath, Damien steeled himself before knocking on the door once or twice. When no response came after a few moments, the Humility child carefully eased the door open, doing so almost as slow as possible.
"...Hello?" he asked quietly into the room, immediately retracting slightly when he saw the naga and child dancing awkwardly. "Um... I'm sorry, am- am I early or something? I'm, uh, D-Damien Avenue, I was told to come here for a Spirituality Class, did I get the time wrong...?" He looked out at the nameplate again. What the ******** was going on?
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fallingUPstairs__x x Crew
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:05 am
Trois certainly didn't even half-notice the sound of the knocking at the door, trying to find a rhythm with the music while he tried to remember the steps that his daughter needed to learn, and what was the proper way for her to be doing them. So, when the door opened, it certainly came as a surprise to the naga. Gasping in surprise, Trois practically jumped when the boy so awkwardly introduced himself, calming fairly easily. Chuckling softly, he glanced about the room before giving the boy a 'forgive me' smile.
"Oh, no, no, mon garçon, zhe time seems to 'ave simply gotten away from me~" Trois tittered in his sing-songy way as he escorted his daughter across the room, turned the lights in the room back on, and turned down the music, returning, finally, to the middle of the room, where he bowed politely toward the male who had entered. "Nownow, jou are 'ere for zhe spirituality class, oui? I believe jou are to be learning..." the serpent mumbled, flipping through imaginary pages as he though before snapping his scaled fingers. "Ah! I am to be teaching jou aura-masking; zhe ability to become invisible simply by being off someone's 'radar'."
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