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 Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 11:41 pm
All the students but the four students he had given detention to had slowly been ushered out of the classroom with their instruments. He tapped his foot on the beautiful wooden floor, looking intently at Jack, Tahki, Ziyah and Christof. He had a special task for them; those naughty, late and lazy students of his. He had decided just what their punishments would be. It would be entirely too easy for him to just make them play their instruments some more, way too fun.
"Jack," he addressed. "You were never acquainted with my friend," he paused long enough to raise his hand and point to the music stand that all the students had been thoroughly introduced to earlier, "but it seems to have gotten rather dirty. Your punishment for being late is to clean it."
His foot continued to tap against the floor in a timely rhythm before he turned to Ziyah and Tahki and said, "You two will be, for your lazy behaviour and inability to play your instrument to my satisfaction, will have to clean this entire lower level of the room. I believe there is quite a bit of blood on the floor by the stage, be sure to get that off. I can only imagine how that got there, watch out for Jack, or not."
Finally his head turned to Christof and he almost seemed to growl. The poor student certainly hadn't made a very good impression on the professor and he had a special task for him. "Christof," he said firmly. "You are no longer allowed to associate with the sloth demon in my class until further notice. I hope you understand the consequences to your actions and think about what you've done. You may leave after you have made that cello shine."
A huff and a hair whip as he turned on his heels, the demon went up the stairs to his chair. No one was allowed to leave until they were done.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 12:00 am
The hunchback stood with sullen depression as the other students milled out, aching to help Barth carry his tuba, but alas... the Sloth had to fend for himself, it would seem. Maybe Calder would carry it for him. The thought made his stomach churn.
He slowly lurched his way to join the others as they were given their instructions, and so far it all seemed like nothing out of his spectrum of his day to day activities, really. At least it seemed he didn't have to fight anything.
He really needed to stop getting detentions, but somehow it seemed he was a magnet for them.
Once the professor had turned to him, though, his eyes widened. Frozen in shock at what had just been instructed, Christof gaped as Blue made his way to his chair. It took a moment before glancing to the others and hurrying so quickly he tripped on his own feet to cower at the Professor's side, eyes wide over his scarf. His voice was a hoarse whisper, and thankfully the battered garment wrapped around his face served as a wetness guard as he hurriedly lisped, "M-mathter B-blue... er... I... I don't... I'm not much of a... I don't normally- but you CAN'T! Mathter Barth ith my MATHTER and I MUTHT help him or NOTHING will get done! He'th a Thloth, you thee, and itth a lot of work but it'th what needth be done and I hawe to and... and... I'll do anything! I didn't mean any harm I thwear!" His face contorted desperately as he glanced over his hunch to try to make sure none of the other students had seen him... speaking.
He wasn't supposed to, especially here, especially to his PROFESSORS of all people! The appendage was stinging like mad, but this was too urgent a matter to waste on paper and pencils.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 12:15 am
The demon had made it up the stairs but it seemed the demon had a follower on his toes, quite literally. His eyes staring down at the undead creature. What did it expect it was going to do? He couldn't talk, after all. At least, that should have been the outcome and there was quite a bit of surprise on the demon's expression when the undead had started blabbering. What was this? Really? What was this? Well, this was interesting. The demon wasn't exactly the type to feel pity, given what he did for a lifetime, but the demon was willing to compromise in this situation.
With a grin coming to his face to replace the surprised expression, he whispered, "Then turn in your cello, if you want to associate with the sloth demon then you will sing. That sounds like a fine compromise, given the situation. You certainly can't drop that," he paused, his grin twisting to a smirk. "Or maybe you can."
"Take it or leave it."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 12:27 am
"Th-th-thing?" The hunchback wobbled, taken off guard, and his breathing came quicker, "Er... in... in front of anyone?" His voice cracked, "Or... or j-jutht for you?" It certainly made a difference... but... but if the other option was ABANDONING his Master... but to continue this experiment in a mandatory fashion? In front of people? His breathing became outright hyperventilating.
But... but no, an Igor had to serve his Master, and he had seen what had happened when he left Barth to his own devices... He'd probably use being crushed by his instrument as an excuse to nap next class, if he knew the Sloth well enough... Oh, HELL'S BELLS what was he getting himself into?
He would be a good Igor. His hands balled into fists, brows knit miserably, "I... th-thuppothe... a little... but... but I'll... I'll er... tongueth and um..."
Maybe he wouldn't get in trouble for it?
Maybe he could get away with humming?
"Y-yeth, Mathter."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 12:36 am
"In front of everyone," he said, his smile broadening when he noticed the undead student's discomfort. It would certainly be a show, oh yes, it would. Maybe he would plan for a duet between Christof and Israfel for one of the future classes. The demon would have to deal with that later, but for now he lifted his hand up and waved the undead student back downstairs, "Now go back down there make that cello shine, then set it back onto its stand. Don't you dare drop it again. After that, you may leave. Be prepared to sing next class, or you will not like the result."
He didn't wait to see if the student would go back downstairs before he sat down on his seat and got comfortable, his eyes lingering back on the classroom below to watch his students complete their tasks.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:31 am
Tahki eyed the blood soaked floor and sighed. Her eyes traveled back down to her hand where the thing had bitten her. Surely some of her own blood was mixed in that mess of a floor. It upset her that she was called lazy when it wasn't laziness that had frozen her but shyness. But Tahki didn't want to tell the teacher that. She was far to shy.
So instead she quietly gathered up some paper towels and began scrubbing that blood soaked floor. Shame hung over her head as she moved in gentle small circles. Her method of cleaning was far to gentle though as she was more pushing the blood around then actually soaking it up. Her hands got more blood on them then the actual towel.
Tahki sighed and hung her head feeling lost at how to do this. Cleaning had never been her strong suit. She didn't dare look up at the professor though, or any of the students. Tahki continued to try to gently clean the floor and for the most part fail at cleaning.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 7:22 am
With a miserable expression, Christof tugged at his scarf, fumbling away from the teacher. His face was positively green, looking like he was about to be sick at any moment as he trudged by Tahki to where the cello and polish sat waiting for him.
He could very well get on Blue's good side, he figured, there was more than enough polish and plenty more instruments than just the cello.
Maybe if he did a good enough job the teacher would recant his further... punishment. Maybe. It was worth a shot right? He got started first on the cello, carefully this time, as though it was a weapon of mass destruction waiting to be polished before being detonated.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:37 am
The gryphon did not lift her head much but her eyes followed Christof as he passed by. Tahki knew this boil from the christmas misadventure their class had taken. He'd had trouble with his leg so she had allowed him to ride her around like a horse. Almost subconsciously Tahkis hands went to her ears remembering the tug Christof had given them.
She wasn't angered by that though. He'd needed help after all.
"Your legs better.." Tahkis voice was a hushed almost whisper. The gryphon offered the patchwork a kind smile before turning back to scrubbing the blood. Errr, more like pushing the blood around with a very soggy paper towel. Honestly it baffled the gryphon how the heck one cleaned. Her frustration mildly showed on her face.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 3:48 pm
The hunchback flinched back from his cello polishing, face flushing as he glanced to the griffin. His brows narrowed as he tried to comprehend what she was talking about.... his leg? What was she- mismatched eyes darted from the familiar headphones and equally familiar white wings and tail before his the pieces clicked into place and a look of recognition passed over his features. Christmas! Lips pursed behind his scarf, he nodded stiffly, still staring at her. He knew that griffin had been a student, but he hadn't been able to really.. PICTURE it until, well, it was right in front of him. And it was a girl. Suddenly, he was hit by a deep embarrassment. He had ridden a defenseless ghoul as a mount.
Calder, at least, had been less bouncy. And a boil. A GIRLY boil, but a boil all the same. It was different.
Still flushing, he watched her haphazardly wipe at the bloody floor. When he had been a small Igor, one of the first chores he had been given involved mopping up the mess left behind by his Master's... patients and customers. Paper towels alone were not going to do the job. He held up a finger towards her, indicating 'just a moment' before rising towards where she had grabbed the paper towels, hunting through the cabinets before locating a spray cleaner. Water would have helped, even, but something had to cut through the mass of hardening dark bodily fluid. He gently set it down near her work before shyly crouching by his cello once more, furiously polishing. There were several instruments students hadn't taken with them lined up along the far wall... he'd get to them next. Hopefully the wood polish would work on brass as well? He'd give it a try. If not, a spit polish would have to do.
Considering he could actually spit at that moment, he was curious if that cleaning method actually worked. All part of the experiment.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:35 pm
Tahki watched Christof all of a sudden raise a finger and get up to retrieve something. It caused the gryphon to pause her weak display of 'cleaning' and blatantly watch the Igor hunt for something. Professor Blue and the other two students had all been forgotten at least for the moment as Tahki watched with a brow raised.
Christof had grabbed something and was making his way back toward her. Tahkis confusion was not cured though even when the Igor had placed the cleaning liquid down for her and returned to his task.
"T-thank you. " She offered the Igor a smile. "W..Whats it for?" The gryphon held the bottle in hand and was now examining it. Strange. Was she supposed to drink it? Tahki raised it to her lips.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:25 pm
The hunchback glanced up from his polishing at the sound of the thank you, smiling behind his scarf - only to see her raising the soapy liquid to her mouth.
He nearly dropped the cello again, but this time at least had the aid of the stand, gingerly easing it back before bolting to snatch the bottle away, as well as the spray top, quickly screwing it back on again. What was she, simple??
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:28 pm
Before the liquid touched her lips the thing had been snatched back out of her hands and was now back in the possession of Christof. Tahki raised a brow, hadn't that been a potion to aid her? Was she doing it wrong?
"Oh I get it! Its like a spray lotion potion sort of deal isn't it... Thats what the spray tops for right?" She gave Christof a very serious look.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:30 pm
Christof's eyes narrowed as he snatched the paper towels from her too, spraying a patch of blood stained floor before wiping up a patch. Was... was she serious? Or just trying to trick him into doing her work for her? Either way, he was not opposed to helping if it meant the Job was done Right.
Demonstration complete, he offered them back to her again.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:36 pm
Tahki almost fell over when the paper towel was also snatched away from her. But she stayed upright and watched the Igor apply the 'potion' and scrub it down.
"A-AMAZING!" The gryphon covered her mouth with her blood drenched hands, that had been a little too loud. Hopefully Blue wouldn't come over and punish her further for being so loud.
"O-oh.. So the potion.." She sprayed a spot and took another paper towel. Very gently the gryphon scrubbed. The result was no where near as good as the Igors demonstration but it was an immense improvement from how she had been originally cleaning. Tahki smiled quite proud of the product so far.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:20 pm
The hunchback could only roll his eyes. He supposed griffins must live in... nests... or caves... or something, and generally didn't worry about cleaning. But if you're going to take a bipedal form, one had to imagine you'd adopt bipedal traits? He shuddered to think what her dorm looked like.
Not that his was any better.
He was too busy cleaning Barth's dorm to really worry about it much, anyway.
Giving his acquaintance a thumb up, he turned back to his polishing with renewed fervor. Hopefully she got it now.
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